BROS THE TYPE OF GUY TO !

BROS THE TYPE OF GUY TO !

sypnosis ; cute things they do in a relationship

characters ; isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, rin, sae, shidou, hiori, kurona, kaiser, ness

ISAGI the type of guy to tell his mom about you and ask her for advice.

BACHIRA the type of guy to talk shit about all the people you hate with you.

CHIGIRI the type of guy to use your hair ties and always keep one around his wrist.

REO the type of guy to rent out the place where you guys had your first date to propose.

NAGI the type of guy to purposely lose during games just to see the proud glint in your eyes when you finally beat him.

RIN the type of guy to switch places with you on the sidewalk so that he's facing the road.

SAE the type of guy to put his hand on your thigh while driving.

SHIDOU the type of guy to say "is this dude bothering you?" and proceed to beat up the air.

HIORI the type of guy to carry a polaroid around and hang pictures of the two of you in his room.

KURONA the type of guy to take you on stargazing dates.

KAISER the type of guy to randomly start flirting when he realises he's losing the argument.

NESS the type of guy to move you to the side by holding your waist.

words i want to say

synopsis: four times itoshi sae wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 1.6k | warnings: established relationship, fluff

notes: why hello! i'm back with this 4+1 prompt that i absolutely love, i wrote this in like an hour so this is definitely not proofread lol and istg i'm writing the kiss prompts so bear with me :((

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i. 

it was a game like any other. at a certain point in his life, sae didn’t really felt a huge thrill by entering a stadium, already knowing he would win easily and beautifully destroy his enemies. this time, however, there was electricity dancing through his veins and prickling under his skin — and it was all because of you, who was sitting in the stands, wearing his jersey, for the first time.

and sure, he could swear such a thing did not affect him at all; he was the itoshi sae, after all, and anyone would die to wear his original jersey at one of his games. 

but you weren’t just anyone. you were his partner of three months, and everything about your relationship was still fairly new, and for the first time in forever, sae really, really didn’t want to mess this up. 

you were beautiful, sitting prettily in the special section of the crowd, reserved for family, partners and very rich people. sae could distinguish your smile from miles away, because it shined like nothing he had ever seen. he felt his heart beating faster, and it was not from all the running around the field.

as expected, his team won, with sae scoring a gorgeous final goal that made everyone jump in the stands. though, he didn’t care about the pats in the back from his teammates, the thumbs up from his coach or the shrilling screams of the crowd — all he could focus was on you, hugging his neck and beaming like the sun. 

“you were amazing, sae!”

it was fucking early. he knew it. 

but as he hugged you back and buried his nose in your hair, the words i love you flew through his mind. 

ii.

“this is stupid.”

you giggled at his words. this sound always sounded more like a melody to sae, but he would rather die than admit that. instead, he just glared at you, sitting right beside him at a stupid photobooth. 

“c’mon, baby, it’s gonna be fun!” you said, completely unaware of how the word baby did bad things to his heart. he wasn’t brave enough to call you pet names yet, but you were always more outgoing than he was. 

“don’t wanna.”

“please?” you pouted, your eyes becoming googly like a puppy. he could only mouth a tsk, knowing he couldn’t say no to you even if he tried (he didn’t).

“fine. just do it already.”

you happily bent your body forward to click at the screen, starting the countdown for the pictures. then, returning to your place by his side, you lay your head on his shoulder and smiled for the first picture. sae did a simple peace sign, face still stoic as ever.

on the second pic, you waited until the last second to do fishy lips and cross your eyes, and that caused sae to snicker, which was fortunately caught by the camera. happy by that, you laced your arms around his neck, squishing your cheeks together in a cute pose for the third picture.

on the fourth and last one, you separated slightly, looking sae straight in the eyes with that sparkle that made his stomach churn. 

you smiled, and he kind of stood there, dumbfounded, barely listening to the click of the photobooth. an i love you was the only thing he could hear.

iii. 

seven months in and sae thought he had already seen all of you. despite his busy schedule, you saw each other quite frequently because of your flexible job, meaning you could travel along in his trips around the globe. he was used to your soothing presence and he loved every second of it.

but this — this was something that he wasn’t used to. 

he hated to attend gala parties just to appease sponsors and snobby people, but he had agreed for the first time because you said you wanted to see how it was, and that it would be good for his career. you were always so thoughtful, and that never failed to make his chest fuzzy. but he did not expect to almost have a cardiac arrest seeing you all dressed up. 

“do i look good?” you asked, bashful and uncertain. he wanted to scream. good wasn’t even close to what you were. you were perfect, divine, an angel on earth. 

you were everything he needed. 

“you look beautiful, baby,” he said, smiling ever so slightly in hopes of convincing you of the purest truth. his hands found home on your hips, and he gave you a little peck. 

“thank you.” you smiled. “you look very handsome, too.”

then, you proceeded to fix his tie like it was already muscle memory, despite it being the first time either of you did this. you smiled again, sweetly, once you finished.

“all done. you’re good to go, mr. itoshi.”

the domesticity hit him like a truck. a lump formed in his throat, and it tasted a lot like i love you.

iv.

the beach was his favorite place in the world. being around the calmness of the sea always brought him peace, much like when he was with you. so combining both of his favorites was a bonus sae couldn’t deny. 

the sand was warm and soft beneath his feet, and he sat on top of a towel, observing you standing nearer the ocean. the wind blew in your hair, and he could hear you laughing and squealing every time you tried to feed a seagull and they ran after you and your food.

“sae! help me, baby, they’re gonna kill me!”

“you can do it.”

“what if i can’t?!”

“i’ll cry at your funeral, don’t worry,” he answered simply, snorting when you gasped in pure offense. 

when you finally got tired of running around, you sat next to him, panting a little. though you didn’t stay put for long — you never could. you grabbed a stick and started to draw on the sand, doing little shapes and words. 

sae could only watch, mesmerized, as the orange hue casted a heavenly glow around your frame, almost like a halo. it complimented your skin perfectly, and he cursed himself for not having the guts to take a picture so that he could remember this moment forever. he wasn’t sappy, after all.

he casted his eyes down, only then realizing you drew the letters ILY inside a heart, looking at him with a fond gaze he didn’t deserve. 

i love you, too, was what he wanted to say. but itoshi sae was never good with words, so his hand reached for yours and he gave it a little squeeze, before bringing your knuckles to his lips in a tender kiss. with the way the corners of your eyes crinkled, he knew you understood. 

and he loved you even more for it.

v.

you worked a lot. despite your adjustable routine, you often had to bring your laptop everywhere, just in case your boss needed something more immediate. in sae's penthouse, it was no different, and that specific day happened to be one of those urgent matters. 

sae was grumpy. he wanted your attention for a while, but he would never stoop so low as to ask for cuddles, so he just sat by your side on the couch with his arms crossed. you’d say he was pouting, but that was absurd. itoshi sae didn’t pout. 

you were pretty, he thought, all focused and dedicated like that. you were like a painting that sae could spend a lifetime admiring, without ever getting tired. the slight furrow of your eyebrows, the curve of your nose, the crease of your mouth… oh, he got distracted. you were now facing him and saying something he didn’t catch. 

“what was that?”

“i said, let’s go.”

he grimaced, confusion etched in his face. “where are we going? i thought you had urgent work.”

“to bed, baby. it’s your nap time, isn’t it? i can finish this later. i know you sleep better with me in your arms.”

you grinned in a smug kind of way, but sae could barely register anything besides the three magical words that were hammering inside his heart, coming up to his tongue until all he could do was say…

“i love you.”

fuck, he thought. now the cat is out of the bag. he fucking loves you. 

your eyes widened slightly, as if you weren’t expecting such a declaration, but your expression softened and your hand came up to cup his jaw. your thumb did a small caress at his cheekbones, and sae felt goosebumps rising up his skin.

“i love you,” he said again, because now that the dam had broken, nothing could stop that phrase from flowing. “i love you so much.”

your smile could rival the sun and light up any darkness. he loved you like this. he loved you in all your ways.

“i love you, too,” you answered, all soft and giddy, and sae finally released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. “so much.”

his hand came to meet with yours, and he interlaced your fingers, standing up and pulling you along. you stumbled a bit, but he steadied you by gripping your waist, as if scared you would let go. his lips met yours almost urgently, but they were still soft nonetheless — because with you, sae knew to be soft, to be gentle. it’s what you deserved, after all. 

when you parted, lips swollen and a little breathless, he showed you one of his rare smiles; the ones that always came easier when you were in the picture. you felt butterflies swirling in your stomach watching itoshi sae beam to you. because he loved you.

your fingers interlaced again, and he started to drag you towards the bedroom, ready for his 3pm nap.

“you’re right, by the way,” he confessed, and you looked at him, puzzled. “i do sleep better with you in my arms.”

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between lines and lips. | reo mikage

slightly suggestive. reader can do palmistry and ... mind reading. reo is an absolute tease.

reo sputtered out a laugh, something between in amusement and disbelief. "you can read my…what?"

you huff, a deadpan expression on your face that leaves him supressing the urge to tease. "i can read the lines on your hand."

he pulls back a grin, one that is stupidly obvious to you that it takes him a second to breathe in, gently place his pen on the study table and indulge in your (silly) little antics. "hmm, really? you can do palmistry?"

you nod as if it's a matter of fact. you reach out for his hand without hesitation and reo opens his palm, watching as you examine the lines by tracing them with your fingers. your eyes flicker to every part, unaware of certain eyes that are set on you.

all the while he's there enjoying every second of it, his other hand rests against his chin, an eyebrow raised in question. he lets you have this, because then if he gets this chance of just spending his time admiring you in peace, then he wouldn't mind at all. it puts him in a daze for when his gaze lingers a little too long on your lips. he's staring at it right now, almost lost in it with the way a miniscule pout reveals itself to life.

it takes a lot more from him to simply gaze at it than take action, he wonders what it must to be to capture them with his, the thought spreads a faint ache of yearning in his chest.

and he wishes so bad that you didn't have to break the spell too soon, too soon as you clear your throat, the hint of surprise on his face is quite hard to miss.

"it says here…" the brilliance in your eyes is captivating, so is your voice thickly laced with playfulness, your teeth cutely peeking out. "you are an idiot, reo mikage."

he breaks into a snort. “tell me something i don’t know” your name on his lips, uttered in his lilting voice.

“It’s good that you’re self aware.” you grab an eraser, removing the error in your writing. subtle in your way of pretending that your heart hasn’t done somersaults yet. Subtle in ways but you’re actually just trying so hard not to show it, oh you won’t hear the end of it from him if he knew.

"can you do mind reading too?"

your movments came to an abrupt stop, the way you look at him (incredulous and at a loss for words) would have anyone shy away and rub their necks and cut it off with "kidding!". but this is /reo/, he does not back down, no matter how ridiculous things are. he leans in and—for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you—rests his chin on his hand and remained silent.

"i…" you try to speak, although it astonishes you how small your voice is, your mouth opens but closes a few times like a fish out of breath.

and then you glare. who the hell does he think he is?

"i do." you say it with conviction.

(…or have you?). "go for it then." his eyes never wandering off from you, as if to lock you in place. "i'll give you a whole pack of matcha kitkats later if you get this right."

you spit strings of curses within. this isn't a joke anymore.

"okay well-"

"take your time."

you sucked a breath.

unbelievable. your head attempts to snatch at least a clue or two of what might possibly be plaguing his mind as of the moment. you hear a car faintly roaring in the distance, quick as it comes and goes. you blink, he doesn't. you swear his smile will be the death of you, it is actively killing you to the point that you had to gulp down as you let yourself slip into glancing at his lips—as quick as it goes—just like the vehicle that passed by.

"is it…" you couldn't catch up to what you're saying. your mouth having a mind of its own. "…me?"

he leans dangerously close, his stare devouring you whole. "yes. you. and?"

"…and?"

his gaze drops down almost immediately towards your…well…

you match his action, whispering, heart hammering in your chest. "reo, just do it"

"do what?" a breathless chuckle, it's too much for you

"god you're—"

without finishing your sentence, his lips had crashed yours in a rush, it tastes sweet, frustratingly yet addictively so. reo had been mean, that much he knows, so he makes up for it now in this quiet moment. he pulls you closer, one hand cradling your head and the other on your chin. 'yes, i'm insufferable' it almost seemed like a compliment for him, and he feels incredibly greedy. ‘tell me i am, tell me you hate me, tell me you can't stand my presence and yet look like you don't want to be anywhere but near me.’

at some point your hands searched for the nape of his neck, desperate to close the remaining distance, the warmth of bodies intoxicating you. and his lips, soft against yours, are a stark contrast to the way he roughly holds you, with every bated breath every time you pull away. as he pants and eye you hungrily, you soon come to realize he's been yearning for this just as much as you do.

the kiss lingers in the air, leaving both of you breathless and wide-eyed. reo's eyes, once filled with a mischievous glint, now hold a fervent desire. As he pulls away, a smug grin plays on his lips, and you're left staring at him in a mix of surprise and confusion.

"matcha kitkats, well-earned," he mutters, still close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. you bite your lips in anticipation.

"are you always this insufferable?" you quip, trying to regain some composure.

he chuckles, a low and satisfying. "only for you."

reo leans in again, not for another kiss, but to whisper in your ear.

"mind reading is a dangerous game, isn't it?"

His voice tickles your ears, you're sure your face is entirely red by now, you find yourself nodding in agreement.

you both exchange glances, it seemed as if you truly had the ability to read reo's mind, because the longer you held your gaze, the more you knew what he's trying to tell you, and you know your silence screams you share the same thought.

"maybe I should leave the mind reading to you," reo suggests while brushing his thumb against your cheeks, "and focus on more… tangible activities."

it's all clear to you, and a flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. the promise of a pack of matcha kitkats suddenly feels insignificant compared to the uncharted territory that lies ahead.

"won't you tell me, dear reo, what're these tangible activities that you speak of?"

notes. HOO lord im done JHAJAKWJQJAS I LOVE REO SM i'll be cosplaying him at this convention tmrw im very nervous cos my best friend (whos supposed to be my nagi) couldn't go + i'll be meeting my blue lock cosgroup i barely know anyone there aaaaaaaa ;-;

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SAE IS SO RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

=͟͟͞͞ ★ ... ITOSHI SAE : DEVOTION

tags: gn! reader, religious imagery (ish), prince! sae and knight! reader, strong pining, implied relationship (what kind? that’s a secret :3) summary: your loyalties belong to the Itoshi's but mainly the eldest son, and most remarkably, your prince. extra: yoooooo i just wanted to free this from my drafts. this was a draft of my prev fic affections of a prince which IS INSANE because i scrapped this, anyway enjoy reading ppl!

Your knighthood is legendary, you serve the eldest prince of the eastern kingdom. Itoshi Sae is both your rock and your home. He shelters your battleworn figure and sees past the chainmail, the heavy sword and the flush of battle on your face. The prince knows that you are tired, and that you are scared deep down. He calls you home, tells you that not every battle is one you must fight, tells you that he will always stand by you.

You are solely loyal to the Itoshi’s. This is no secret, you wear their livery, you wear armor forged by their smiths. You know the small tilt of Sae’s head from where he stands with his family in court as he looks at you, is a sign of his silent approval. He never tells you outright that he likes it, but you know the lingering gazes and the endearment in his eyes are no illusion.

Sometimes you think that you are devoted to Sae like he is a man made god. That he can be put on altars and celebrated in revered spaces. That your love and loyalty can be equated to pilgrims longing to be with their god, to travel far and wide to serve them wholeheartedly. Ignoring the ache of sore feet and weary hearts missing home, because your home is with Sae, and the pilgrims with their god.

Everytime you are instated elsewhere other than the castle they say the elder prince is caught in his temper. He does not venture out when you are missing from court. A solitary man, your god is, you love him no less for it. You tell him that he cannot keep hiding when you are out, but he insists that there is no use if you cannot be there with him.

Your grip on the reins of your horse weakens at his words.

“Please my prince,” you plead, your armor is heavy but you are used to its weight. 

Prince Sae is beautiful, he has eyes of aquamarine, and he has hair like pink quartz. He has heard this plea from you many times over, he must be tired, but he never relents. A prince is not born to give into the pleas of those around him, he is born with the knowledge that others must give into his wishes.

“You mustn't,” he says, his gaze is fierce and it burns you. “Stay, you are loyal to me, not my father.”

Your horse whinnies, and your frown. A hand of his comes up to touch your cheek, you try and dissuade him, your hand trying to pull his back down and away from your face. His grip is strong and you wriggle like a captured beast under the skin of his palm. Warm and alluring, you feel drawn to the sensation but you are a knight, you serve for the purpose of your prince’s safety.

“I serve the kingdom too,” you say, feeling the soft pad of a finger rub a shape into your cheek. Tracing over a faint scar somewhere along the way as it wanders. Free and unashamed as he feels the figure of your jaw and the apples of your cheeks. 

Prince Sae is stubborn, he always gets what he wants. He pinches you, oh so lightly before huffing. How unbecoming of your prince, but you love him for every oddity in personality. You see something flash in his eyes, the plea to stay with him here, and avoid harm and be of good health.

He has always said that given enough time, when he is king, he will take care of everything for you. No more days spent over horseback and draped in angular armor and thin chainmail. Your time will be spent alongside him, in court, in whatever position you desire. He will keep you closest, that is how dear you are to the eldest prince. 

“The kingdom is my birthright,” Prince Sae fusses, face curdling the longer he has to force you to stay.

You feel around the side of your saddle, there is a small hunting knife tucked into the worn leather. You slip it out and hold it in one hand before presenting it to him. It is sheathed in leather as well, but clearly unlike your saddle, it has rarely been bitten by the elements and is clearly well taken care of.

“Your safety is my oath,” you pull away from him and press the knife into his free hand. “I swear to words older than both of us that I will keep you safe. Let me defend your kingdom, let me defend our home. I swore to rites ancient and redundant, you must always come before me as the prince.”

Your prince is amused, “And what will I do with a knife?”

“Defend yourself,” you say, moving his hand in a way that allows you to close his fingers over the hilt of the dagger.

He chortles, a rare display and one so tempting to dream of over and over again. 

“So be it,” he takes the dagger and turns it over in one hand. “You may go.”

Painstakingly you pull away from him, and he watches you vanish into the distance. The stables behind you shrink and vanish into nothingness. The further you venture on horseback, the smaller and smaller your prince grows. You don’t have it in you to look back, your courage would diminish had you seen the look of yearning in his eyes. 

Knights rarely have any reason to be impeded by their foolishness, there is little room for any doubt if you are that dedicated to your chivalry. But, on occasion, when you are worlds apart from your prince— in the near future, your sovereign, your only king —you feel your heart tremble and sway at the thought of him missing you just as hard as you do on travels and expeditions.

Sometimes, you feel more tied to your prince than you are to the mantra and dogma of your knighthood.

You still feel his hands on your face when night has fallen and when the distance is too great to fathom.

/

If a god can be worshiped anywhere as long as he has his devoted believers then worship can take any place.

You sit beneath the stars, in front of a fire, and you think of Sae. It is hard to think of anything else when you have him, in soul and in heart. Your bond is more than that of a knight and their prince, you feel like dog and master. Seldom can one doubt the loyalty of a dog, when it sleeps at the feet of its master and it waits unyieldingly, there is nothing else it knows but the feeding hand of its master— owner, if intended lovingly.

He is yonder away, but you feel as if he can be felt right beside you. The jut of his jaw and his eyes, the feel of soft skin and his voice like a hymn in your ears. He is vivid in your mind, colors as bright as that of fine silk tunics and dresses, polished gemstones and the shine of gold. He is as valuable as coins and perhaps even more, dare you say he is priceless. 

Maybe this is love, but it feels so lacking to attribute every burning and aching sensation you have ever felt for the prince to just love. It has to be something more, something grand and fitting for his status. Spun of stars and honey and all the wonder you have yet to experience in the universe, you think that sometimes this is more affliction than affection.

You rest your head on a makeshift cushion and you fall asleep.

In dreams he does not evade you either, should you accuse him of the occult and witchcraft, he seems to haunt you. There is nothing unpleasant about it though, you do things of mundane nature and of adventure and bold euphoria that strum you like a well oiled and magnificently crafted instrument. 

Tonight he spirits you away into the ballroom, no longer a knight but a regular individual. A peasant, sometimes royalty, sometimes you are just yourself. A plain knight, but regardless of how you present, he is always pulling you into his arms, his hands cupping your calloused palms and twirling you around. In other dreams, you dip him and you both laugh under the chandelier and candlelight.

“Dance with me?” He says, dressed immaculately and he extends you his hand.

Graciously and more delighted that you possibly can be, you accept and your dream is full of waltzes and other dances he knows. You have never been taught to dance, all your childhood went into shaping you into the perfect soldier, so you sparsely know the steps or when to turn. But your prince is patient, and he teaches you, guiding you and ensuring you don’t step on his feet.

When you wake, you go without any kind of noise and you hope to return sooner.

You yearn to return to where the land is holy and where your god rests. 

/

You return to your quarters after a month. 

Duties of protecting the people and upkeeping the peace is a taxing job. But a rewarding one nonetheless, so despite your exhaustion, you are aglow with joy and gratitude for being able to give aid and protect. You dwell little on your deeds when you enter your room and dispel yourself of your armor.

Each metal piece is taken off with deliberate care. The helmet, the chest piece, the boots and your cuffs. You strip them all and leave them on your worn armor stand. Your absence has left it slightly dusty and noisy when you fit each piece onto it as if you were putting it on yourself.

Once you are freed, you lay on your bed and you fall asleep.

Your dreams are garbled, they lack any kind of direction and you scarcely remember them when you wake. The first thing you register is the fact that you have a blanket thrown over you, and that your prince sits to the side of your lowly bed with a large pink fruit in his hands.

“My prince,” you say, voice hoarse from having woken up and you attempt to stand.

He nods, he passes the fruit into one hand, and the other stops you from standing up. It gently pushes you back to the place you lay and it leaves your skin warm. His touch feels like pure sunlight and it makes you feel aglow with how intimate it feels. In all your time as his knight, you have rarely made yourself seen to him without your armor. To have him touch you, and for his hand to only be separated by a blanket, makes you reel and sputter.

“Good evening,” he greets, scanning you from head to toe before relaxing his expression.

“I am unharmed,” you say, “just tired, my prince.”

Sae begins to break the skin of the fruit slowly, the pulp parts to reveal shiny red pieces. Small and vibrant, he breaks off a few from the white flesh and presses them to your lips. Obediently, though confusedly, you part your mouth and accept.

“This is a pomegranate,” he says, picking some of the red pieces and feeding himself. “And, please, it’s just Sae. Only and always for you, my dear.”

The flavor is unique but you find yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you say meekly. “You could have come later, Sae.”

He shrugs, and pulls his chair closer to you. Feeding you more of the pomegranate and beginning to recount any entertaining event that had occurred in your absence. You feel rather endeared by how he allows himself to loosen his personality and shed any kind of appearance he makes. 

It’s oddly intimate, to be fed fruit. To have someone willingly stain their hand with juice and pulp and desecrate the body of a fruit. Pomegranates are sweet yet tart, like fleeting kisses tinged with something unfamiliar. Maybe the desire to stretch the moment so long it eclipses a lifetime.

Sae stays with you until he starts to become sleepy himself, and despite your energy from having fallen asleep earlier, you move to make space in your bed and he lays beside you. Face pressed into the crook of your neck and arms around your waist, it is remarkable how humans fit together, and even more so when you pull him into your arms and play with his hair until his eyes fall shut.

Pilgrims are happiest when they are recognized by their god, happier when they can exist with them. 

Mortal beings are not intended to be found with their god pressed to their side, but perhaps an exception can be made for you. There is some kind of reward for such persevering and sustaining loyalty. 

You look at him where he lays and you can't help but stare.

“One day,” Sae whispers, “I’ll give more than pomegranates.”

“I thought you were asleep,” you laugh softly.

He grunts, inching closer to you despite there being no more space between you.

“You need not, all you are is more than enough for me.”

He smiles, and you return to playing with his hair and admiring him in the lowlight of your room. For as long as you are his knight, he will always be something akin to the divine and you the undying and relentless devotee.

HES SO CUTE ☹️☹️

Hihi another request from me!! I saw Reo is your favourite, so I thought I'd request something with him!

You know how Reo got bored of presents because he always got what he asked for from his parents? What if his s/o gives him a handmade present, and it's the first handmade one he ever received, so it's very special to him and it's the first present that makes him feel so loved in a very long time!!

✦ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

Pairing(s): Reo Mikage x gn!reader

Warning(s): Profanity, aka swearing.

Author Note: I finally finished writing this fic🎉🎉

It's no secret that Reo likes giving gifts, especially when it's for his s/o. There would be times when you would feel bad by how much money he would spend on a gift for you. 'Just the best for my love♡,' a common phrase you would hear from him.

Now, it's your time to gift him something! Well, it's hard to buy him a gift since he could buy almost anything - plus there were times when he would try to pay you back for the gifts.

He won't let you pay for the bill whenever you two went out - which led you fighting to pay the bill with your lovely boyfriend. The two of you try to one up each other like paying the bill, giving gift and etc. You even calculated the 'score', and it resulted in a tie.

So you're very determined to gift Reo something he would treasure his whole life! Then, an idea came into your head - why not make him a handmade gift? He wouldn't be able to pay you back with money, nor buy it somewhere - making it very special.

The thought of that got you riled up and excited, which caught the interest of your boyfriend.

"Hmm? Did something happened love?" The fact you got startled by his voice made him even more curious. "No- it's uh nothing..?" You tried to lie... but considering the look on Reo face- he didn't seem convinced at all.

"Hmm, something tells me that I don't believe you-" "Bitc- you never believe me either way," you quickly defended yourself - pointing your index finger to your lover accusingly.

"Touché"

He didn't even try to refute what you said, making you want to throw hands at him. However, you didn't since you love him too much to do that. Well actually there's this one time... but that was before you two started dating, so that doesn't count.

After he left you alone, you started brainstorming what to give him. Bake him something? Nah, he might find you baking something, and the surprise will be ruined. Maybe a peom? Hmm, that sounds too cheesy. One after another idea, you couldn't find what to make for Reo.

You almost gave up hoped until an acquaintance to give you an idea. They love crocheting and started teaching it to other people.

Honestly, you thought it was easy and felt like you mastered crocheting until the world had to humble your ass and everything went turned downhill. You wanted to quit so bad, but you had to remind yourself that this is for Reo.

After the days of suffering, counting each stitch and restarting because you've lost count - you finally completed it. You wanted to thank them so much for helping you out, but they only wanted a few yarns for compensation.

It wasn't much despite how long it took to make it... you couldn't wait to see Reo reaction.

The next day, you invited Reo to your house, texting him that you wanted to show him something.

You calmed yourself - making sure everything was perfect. As soon as you heard the door ring, you dashed towards the door and instantly open the door.

"Looks like someone excited," Reo chuckled. You never got tired from his laughs - it sounds so heavenly to the point that it's addicting.

"Sooo- what d'ya wanna show me love?" Reo looked around your house, seeing if anything changed. "You have to close your eyes first!" You exclaimed, pushing him toward the couch for him to sit.

"Fine..." He reluctantly agreed, closing eyes and putting his hand over it.

He could feel something placed on his lap, it's wasn't heavy, which made it harder to guess what it it. "Okok- you can look now!!"

His eyes were drawn to the bouquet of flowers, but when he looked closer, he saw that it was crocheted. There were different types of flowers too! An arrangement of white and lavender roses accompanied by tulips and daisies.

A crocheted lion plush was tucked next to the bouquet - it wasn't large, but it was huggable, which is all Reo cares about right now. "Lion is your favorite animal, isn't it? Y'know that shit took so long to make," you ruffled his purple hair, "Buuutttt- since it's for my beloved, it's worth the time and effort."

You were going to say something, but you instantly forgot everything when you heard Reo crying. "SHi- did I accidently hurt yer head?! or maybe uh-"

Reo didn't respond, but you can see how tightly he was hugging his present. "I will get a tissu-" Suddenly there was a hand preventing you from leaving, "hm? Is there something wron-?!"

You feel him embrace you, hugging you so tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“[Name]- thank you...,” You could feel his tears getting your clothes wet, his voice trembling - trying his best to say something. A smile approached your face as you hugged him back, “Your welcome, Mi chan.”

Mi chan, an old nickname you gave him before you two started dating, he always hated how cute it sounded back then. But for once, it felt so nice to hear it again.

“Your such a big baby Mi chan- but yer my big baby~”

A giggle ecaspe your mouth as you console your boyfriend. Upon hearing you giggle, he couldn't help but smile. "I love you so much," your lover tried hiding his blushed face by covering it on your shoulder, "Sometimes I wonder how I managed to end up with someone amazing as you..."

"You're such a sap, y'know~" You commented, "but that's what I love about you♡."

✦ Bonus:

"Thank you for the gift," Reo smiled, "it must've taken a long time to crochet all of that - I slightly feel guilty..."

"For what? I did it just for ya, so it was worth it," you rejoiced, putting a hand on his shoulder. At first, he felt all lovely dovey until you whispered something.

"Also, FYI- I won," he didn't understand what you meant by that, but it took him a few more seconds to realise.

He started walking to your room, leaving you on the couch alone.

"Iwasjustkidding..MI CHAN! WAIT- LOVE?? MY BELOVED!!"

You tried to call your lover with many nicknames but with no avail.

"Also- you're sleeping on the couch."

"HUH?! WAIT, THIS IS MY HOUSE!!"

The way Reo turned to look at you with a scary glare that could rival any mother made you step back and lift up your hand in defeat. "Haha... I love you, darling♡."

It seems like you're going to sleep on the couch today...

Author note: I love writing bonus parts whenever I write fanfics.😌

Softie

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Hiori Yo x Reader Prompt: Introverted, slightly awkward reader, and a kind, friendly pretty boy. They surely wont develop a soft spot for him. A/N: Im gonna make a 2. to this. The concept is just too cute! <3 The 2 of them are defo gonna get teased tehe

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You were currently sitting in the dining hall, mindlessly eating your food. Though you were seated together with some of your friends, you didnt have the mental energy in you to talk at the current moment. So, you opted to peacefully eat your meal instead.

Thankfully, it was good. You definitely couldnt have taken one more reason.

Manshine City training had exhausted you, physically, mentally, maybe even psychologically.

Just kidding.

You always were a tad bit of a dramatic person. With over exaggerated complaints about anything and everything, to your mannerisms.

Though, you only showed that side of yourself to those you were comfortable with. Most of the time, you were pretty introverted. And a tad bit awkward.

Avoiding of eye contact, a blunt way of speaking, and a naturally intimidating face to top it all off. It was no surprise you wwre dubbed ‘the ice ruler’. Though, you found it amusing.

And so did your friends. The few youd made, seemed to enjoy teasing you about your unintentionally ‘icy’ demeanor.

Back in the present, you sighed as you were brought out of your train of thought. Again.

Whatever Bachira was talking about, it certainly wasnt normal, that was for sure. Something about kangaroos having three vaginas? You could only deadpan at the boy.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared a distance away. A boy, whom youd never seen before, was walking into the dining hall.

Oh god.

His soft, cyan hair had made him stand out to you, for sure. But his face..

You were annoyed at the fact that you felt your heart pick up pace slightly, ears tinging the smallest bit. ‘The hell’s wrong with me..’ you mentally scolded yourself.

Isagi, being the naturally observant person he was, glanced at your tinged face. ‘Y/n, you alright?’ He asked curiously.

At the question directed towards you, the other three turned their heads to look at you curiously too, wondering what Isagi was talking about.

You peered back in the direction behind Bachiras head, where youd spotted him. You sighed under your breath when you noticed he was no longer there. And yet, beneath that relief..

Why was there dissapointment?

You scoffed at yourself, before waving Isagi off casually.

‘Im fine, dont worry.’

You picked up your food tray, nodding at the rest in acknowledgment as you walked back to your dorm for the night.

‘How weird..’

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A few days of more torturous training, (not to mention the fact that part of your mind kept going back to him), and youd finally gotten some free time.

Put in a good mood, you strolled to the screening room with a slight pip in your step.

You were hoping to rewatch some of the matches, specifically the ones youd played in. Just to see if there were any areas you could improve on.

Oh who were you kidding. The real reason you were going to rewatch the matches? Because it was entertaining, duh. The fact that you could observe your own playstyle and improve was just a bonus.

Walking in through the door, you werent surprised when you spotted Isagi, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

What did surprise you however, was when you saw the same cyan haired boy from a few days prior.

His bright eyes were the same shade as his hair, and you felt the heat rush to your face at the sight of his small, but soft smile.

The boy gave off a kind, and friendly vibe. Funny, considering it was the complete opposite of yours.

Isagi spoke with a smile, gesturing to the boy beside him. ‘Ah, y/n! I assume you havent met Hiori yet?’

‘Hiori, huh? What a cute name.’ You thought, before you mentally slapped yourself.

Hiori continued to smile gently, blinding you with his charm. You mentally felt like a vampire being dramatically burned from the sun.

‘No, we havent.’ Hiori shook his head.

The boy stood up, before walking closer over to you. The distance between you both was nothing to speciap, and yet, as he stood directly infront of you, you tried your best to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

With a hand outstretched, Hiori spoke gently. ‘M’ Hiori Yo, nice to meet you.’

You look at him for a moment, before breaking a small smile of your own. You shook his hand in return, relishing in how soft his hands were for someone who played such a rough sport.

‘Y/n l/n, nice to meet you too.’ You spoke, an almost unidentifiable softness on your face. Almost. But not for Isagi Yoichi.

As he watched the two of you greet each other, each with soft smiles and already comfortable demeanors, he couldnt help the knowing, shit-eating grin creeping its way onto his face.

In all the time he’d spent with you as a teammate and friend, he was sure he had never seen that expression on your face. One that wasnt akin to your usual introverted, and sometimes sarcastic demeanor. Were you really not aware of the fact you were softening around the other boy?

Hiori even seemed more comfortable with you. More so than the typical friendliness he treated everyone with.

As the two of you conversed, Isagi noticed the small smile on your face. Oh, he was for sure going to tease you about this whole situation. Even if you werent aware of it.

As you got up, waving goodbye to the two and walking back to your dorm, Isagi looked ahead with a knowing smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself.

Hiori glanced to the boy, curious, and slightly confused. ‘What is it?’

Isagi shook his head, continuing to scheme. ‘Nothing, really.’

‘Nothing at all..’

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