- -

-𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤-

♡: I really like

𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

• Aquarium date

♡ Meeting your parents

♡ Cooking with you

♡ A date to the beach gone wrong

• Friends to lovers

• Loving you is like...

♡ Late night gaming~

♡ Wishing upon a star, Hogwarts AU

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• Sfw alphabet

• Living together

• Insecure!Reader

• bllk boys on your period

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Plush partner (he's jealous of your plushie)

• Nightmare comfort

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Thunderstorm (reader is scared of thunder)

𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆

• SFW Alphabet

• Quiet moments

• Hurt and Regret (drabble)

♡ Dad Reo (hc's)

𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

• What I would do for you...

• Beautiful, beautiful girl~, Model!Reader

♡ To the last drop, Vampire!Yoichi

♡ Stuffy nose, full heart, Sick!Reader

• eight legged nightmare, Hogwarts AU

♡ Please pick me up (I'm drunk), Uni Au, friends to lovers

• Always a way home, Spiderman Yoichi

• follow you to the end, fantasy Au!

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

♡ Sfw alphabet

• bllk boys on your period

♡ As a dad (of a girl)

• Dad Yoichi! When his daughter is sick

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Here for you (injured Yoichi x physical therapist reader)

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Soft morning sun

♡ Wrap my teeth around the world, NSFW

• Dilf Yoichi NSFW

• Rainy day movie marathon

• Grateful

♡ Sacred knight Series

-> the princess falls in love with a simple knight (fantasy AU)

𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓

• Hurt and Regret (drabble)

𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖

• Calm and Chaos create balance (Rin x Reader x Shidou)

𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

♡ caring for sick reader

• a little too much(drunk reader)

• The taste of childhood...

♡ What hurts the most

• What I would do for you...

• I'm not going anywhere

• Rumors

• Let me take care of you (sick!Rin)

♡ Life Death of the party

♡ Calm and Chaos create balance (Rin x Reader x Shidou)

♡ Please, make the pain go away

• To the very last Drop, Vampire!Rin

-> Roommate!Rin

♡ Code Red!, Period Comfort

• Emergency!!, comfort

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• SFW Alphabet

• bllk boys on your period

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Plush partner

♡ Nightmare comfort

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Helping him with his training~

𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

♡ What hurts the most

• Meeting your parents

♡ Pining like idiots

• In health and in sickness

• Rumors

♡ Nightmare comfort

♡ Swallowed by stress

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• SFW Alphabet

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Here for you (injured Sae x physical therapist reader)

♡ Lust & Love Series

Sae X Marquesa

-> Summary: the football prodigy and the Spanish royalty fall in love (Uni AU)

𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆

• bllk boys as lifeguards hcs

js look at him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SERIES : BASTARDS IN MÜNCHEN

02 // malewife material - [ series masterlist : 01 ,, 03 ]

sypnosis: you made an observation on your fellow teammate

no prns used (reader). bm academy timeline. cw: delulu reader. angy ness.

“Yoohoo, over here!” You call for Ness by your locker. “There’s still small puddles of water here. Every second you ignore them, there’s a minuscule patch of mold starting to grow.”

The boy spares you a glare with his back turned the other way, his now-rigid movements become prominent as he shakily yells out, “That’s because your hair is still wet and dripping all over the place, you-!”

“Well, what can I do? I just got out of the shower.”

“Oh, well. You can, you know, DRY YOUR HAIR PROPERLY??”

“Paaaassss,” you sing, successfully pissing him off further. “It's less work for me to let it air dry. Besides, you’re the one on cleaning duty today, so you’re cleaning after me whether you like it or not. Got that?” Not even bothering to glance at the fuming boy, you start scrolling on your phone.

You must be sooo talented, having pissed off someone as patient and tolerant as Ness. Well, he can storm off to the hallway if he wants to. So why’s he still here, mopping the trail of water that you’ve brought in from the showers?

According to your genius- It must be because he, despite always nagging and yelling at you, is totally into you!

Yeah, it's the only reliable reason you can think of. You gave yourself a self-satisfied nod. He must be sooo hooked on you that he just can’t seem to leave you alone. He could be anywhere else right now but he’s in the locker rooms with you? Right when you’re fresh out of the showers? Oh, Ness, you sly dog.

“I wasn’t even supposed to be in here cleaning after your mess!” Ness complains, huffing and taking a small break, “I’m on bedroom cleaning duty! Kaiser just wanted to switch with me, that’s all.. Locker rooms are too dusty and stuffy for him to clean,” he continues, voice getting softer at the mention of his new friend. He then scowls at you and continues mopping the wet floor after a moment of silence.

“If I could leave the locker rooms unattended without getting him in trouble, I would’ve left the moment I saw you in here.”

Aww, and now he’s using Kaiser as an excuse to spend time with you. Well, luckily for him, you wouldn’t mind an adorably shy boy like him.

“I don’t understand how you always manage to be such a nuisance. You’re always out doing and saying things to inconvenience me, are you doing it on purpose!?”

Oh, now he’s saying that notices you and your efforts to spend time with him too! That’s cute, it shows that he pays great attention to you.

“-and, AND you always barge in Kaiser and I’s conversations like you’re part of it! Or anyone’s conversations for that matter! What’s worse is when you do, it’s always pure nonsense that you spout-”

He’s so scrunkly when he’s angrily rambling. Face scrunched up and brows furrowed so deeply that you think he might age 10 years after this.. small disagreement, ends.

“-HEY, are you even listening?”

You sigh lovingly(?) as you cross your arms and smile (eerily) at him. He shudders at the display.

“Seriously, cut that out. Wh.. What’s up with your face? Why’re you staring at me like that? Cut it out, you’re giving me the creeps.”

“Aww, am I giving you the heebie jeebies?” Your smile gets wider as you watch him back up further away from where you’re standing.

His face immediately twists into an ugly scowl at that, “Stop that! See, this is what I’m talking about- you never contribute anything relevant to our conversations, yet you’re so insistent on talking! Do you speak because you just like hearing your own voice, or what?”

You cock your head to the side and raise a brow at that, “Not at all. That’s definitely something Kaiser would love, though.”

“Why’s he even brought into this conversation!?” Ness asks, like the hypocrite he is. Apparently a forgetful one too, as he was the first to mention the currently-absent blond.

You’ll spare him that embarrassment, though. So you just shrug. Anything for your new pookie. Can't have him too angry at you now, can we?

He sighs at your nonchalance, and proceeds to continue his cleaning- now using a wet rag to clean the benches in the room. “You don’t make any sense, you know? I don’t get you at all.” What a weirdo you are. He can’t wait to get his cleaning done and go lie down on his bed to replenish all the wasted energy he spent on talking to you.

You only grin at the sight of him tirelessly cleaning and shining the bench.

“You’re so malewife material. Can you cook, too?”

Ness decides that he wouldn’t try to understand you even if he could.

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i live for delusional men, but for this- i'll make reader the delulu one (inspired by one of my irl's behavior smh)

- love how kaiser is not even involved but gets mentioned anyways bcuz its (u &) ness - my blog kinda messy im still learning how 2 tumblr, sorry pookies

Michael Kaiser — On Your Knees

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.9k TYPE: Humor, Teasing, ERM I think y/n and kaiser might like each other 🤓 WARNING: Suggestive sorry (flirting is only verbal but explicit at times)

Kaiser always looks alright with his hair wet. Not, like, stunning or anything, but passable. Then you know it’ll start standing up in weird ways after it dries a little and he’ll ask Ness to help him with it — which, embarrassing, by the way.

But anyway. You wanted to check out the communal bath after you took a shower, figured you’d be alone because it was already bordering on late, and Kaiser followed you because why wouldn’t he. Not like you value your peace and solitude or anything. He can be such a pest sometimes.

You were telling him what Isagi told you — it’s called a sento and apparently it’s different from the more popular onsen — and he said you weren’t ‘worldly’ and that you weren’t ‘impressing him’ and then some more about how ‘everyone knows this.’ Shithead. You should spit in his breakfast tomorrow, if you remember.

Well, you like sitting in the bath, at least, so you’re not too sour right now. Even Kaiser being right next to you can’t ruin it.

“I like this Raichi guy,” you say.

Kaiser shakes his head a little to show you he disapproves. “Don’t tell me you mingle with them. Also, the guy’s always benched. He’s second-rate.”

“No, listen, he was telling me about this sexy soccer motto he has. I really wanna know what it’s about.”

“You’re embarrassing. If you’re in my entourage, you should act like it.”

“Dude, you’re just mad at Isagi ‘cause he was trending on football twitter more than you were that day,” you say.

“I’m not!”

Very persuasive argument coming from him here. It’ll take a lot out of you to take it apart. He’s fuming about it, too. Maybe it’s not so bad Kaiser came along if you can poke fun at him.

“I don’t know why you’re the favorite on the team, anyway,” you say. “They all die over your corny tattoo and not to mention how much you love showing it off. Not cool at all.”

“You wish you were me. Now you’re being jealous because no one likes you, and it’s making you look even uglier than usual,” says Kaiser, seeming to believe himself if the smug look on his face is anything to go by.

“I mean, I had a girlfriend till recently, you know.” Kaiser rolls his eyes, but you ignore him. He’s always doing this, pretending he doesn’t want to hear you. “She had this botched blue dye job and said things like ‘pussy power,’ with the crystals in her room and the tarot cards and all.”

“Yeah? Sounds great. Did you pick her up after a match, loser?”

You click your tongue and wag your finger at him just to be annoying. “No, I don’t fool around with fans. Seems more like your forte.”

He flicks the offending finger away. “I’ve never done that, you slanderous pig.”

“No, but listen, she didn’t care about football at all. She didn’t even know what a scissor kick is. Ooh, she drove me wild.” You sing the last part, looking up at the ceiling fondly as if you’re recalling a warm memory.

Kaiser narrows his eyes at you, frowning. “You’re one strange individual.” And what a pompous way to put it.

“But anyway, wanna know what kinda tattoo I’d get?”

“I seriously don’t care.”

“A skull with two guns. Hard as fuck.”

“You’re so lame. It’s appalling, and also probably why you got dumped.”

He’s taking the tattoo thing seriously. At least seriously enough to insult you over it. He’s even snickering at you in amusement. His face is always, how can you put it… snide, but he does look a touch more evil when he starts grinning and shit. What a hoot, though. Really.

“Nah, there was this guy. He wore suspenders with plaid polos and these little sweaters over them. They were sustainable. Sustainable. Can you believe it? Sustainable! I didn’t stand a chance.” You poke him on the neck, already distracted from what you were rambling about. Kaiser is going to bring up your low attention span soon, you can smell it on him. It doesn’t take any effort to reach out, though, what with him sitting so close next to you. “This isn’t such a bad spot for a tattoo, actually. I don’t know, maybe you were onto something.”

“Paws off,” he says, swatting you away like a bug. A pedestrian bug, probably, at least in his imagination. “You really wanna fondle me that badly, you’ll use any excuse to do so?”

“Paws!” you repeat, clapping. “You’re hysterical.”

Kaiser rolls his eyes again. He seems to like to do that a lot, at least in your presence. If there was such a thing as competitive eye-rolling, you wager he’d be good at it, maybe even better than he is at football.

“No, but listen-”

“God, I hate it when you say that,” he interrupts with a groan, then contradicts himself by also swinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer just to yawn in your face with great exaggeration. The water is way too hot for this nonsense, so you push him away. “Because I never want to listen to you.”

“You’re crazy. Insane. It’s super clinical. Like, really.”

“Yes, I’m sure, unlike me, you’d pass a psychiatric evaluation because I’m crazy and you aren’t. Of course.”

“Imagine-”

“Can you stop topic-hopping?” Kaiser asks, annoyed. See, you knew he’d bring it up. “Does your head ever hurt with how much bullshit goes through it?”

You shush him. He scowls at you like you’re some mold growing in the bath, but you disregard his expression of disdain. “Imagine you’re having a nice day, I don’t know, at practice. Then I barge in with all of my asshole glory, right, and I walk up to you, and for no reason, I say, ‘On your knees,’ instead of greeting you. Isn’t that kinda deranged?”

Kaiser stares at you. To his credit, he’s decent at maintaining a poker face, but once he’s embarrassed, there’s no hiding it, no going back. Because no matter how much he does his usual male posturing or whatever it’s called, his face is all red, the blush even going up to his ears, mouth wavering the slightest bit. “W-What? In your dreams.”

“Oh, do you like getting bossed around or something?” you ask with the sensitivity of a numb toe. “That’s so pathetic.”

It’s quite the spectacle when his skin somehow becomes even more flush. Sick of your leering, maybe, Kaiser whips around, albeit not all the way, and covers his cheek with his hand while peering at you through his fingers. Finally, he decrees, “You suck,” with too much authority.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Forget about me, though. In that situation, do you spit or do you swallow?”

It’s unclear whether you’re getting any gratification out of this besides the satisfaction of flustering him, but you smile in amusement regardless. As if you care about Kaiser sitting there, looking all pretty and nervous because of some nonsense you’d been spewing. Not like you’re crazy about him or anything. That’d be ridiculous. You couldn’t be more unfazed if you tried.

You grab your towel with what you’d call impressive swiftness, then turn around and stand, covering yourself before preparing to go on your merry way. Kaiser pulls you back by the ankle, trying to trip you or something, the menace. Hilarious guy, really.

He is staring up at you in this petulant sort of way, grabbing onto his own towel with his other hand. “Why are you leaving so soon?” he asks, sounding peeved, as if you haven’t been here with him for an unreasonable amount of time already.

“I thought I should give you some privacy since you’re all hot and bothered now,” you say (with this douchebag laugh you have for situations like these, where you’re being a douchebag — self-explanatory), stepping out of his grip. Then you try to imitate his voice, but more high-pitched, accompanying your performance with a few vulgar hand gestures. “Oh, [Y/n], you slanderous pig! I think that’s what you’d sound like.”

“You’re such a lowlife,” he says, before all but leaping out of the bath and trying to maim you right here on the spot, and the only thing to save you from your demise is that he gets lightheaded and almost faints immediately after.

You reach out to pull him up and keep him steady, holding him by the arms. “You can’t be jumping out of the bath like that, man, come on.”

The lack of response concerns you, but after a while, Kaiser gathers his wits enough to say, “I’m going to make you slip, and I’ll be praying you split your head open.”

You burst out laughing. “Do it, then. You don’t have it in you, do you?”

Instead of doing as he promised to retaliate to your provocation, he settles for letting go of you and glaring, before clutching the side of his head and going still again. If there was any medical wing in this goddamn football contraption, maybe you would’ve taken him, but alas. At least you don’t need to worry about Kaiser too much since he eventually concedes and holds onto your arm for support.

The sight of you two stumbling around towards the changing room is probably comedic — uncoordinated as hell, covering yourselves with these flimsy little towels, using the hands not clutching at the other.

“You’re supposed to drink a lot of water before getting in,” you say.

“It’s your fault! You didn’t warn me we were going.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you weren’t invited. Jeez.”

“Oh, whatever.”

You return the tiny towel to the basket, swapping it for a bigger one and making quick work of drying yourself. You’re slipping on your shirt when you ask, “Is your head all right now?”

“I’m fine.”

When you turn around to judge whether he’s being truthful or not, he’s dabbing himself in a manner which is way more laborious, examining his reflection in the mirror as if he’s in some slow motion commercial where the camera will capture a conspicuous water droplet falling down his neck, admiring his jaw from different angles. He makes you sick sometimes.

“I’m not gonna wait for you to finish checking yourself out.”

He shoos you away with a dismissive wave of his hand. Unlike his, your actions most often align with your words, though, so you do walk out of the door. You’re not even ten steps in when Kaiser reappears, now magically dressed.

“Stop rushing,” he says, pushing you out of the way — and for no reason! There’s enough space for both of you in the hallway. You end up lagging a bit behind him. “I’m dizzy.”

“I thought you said-”

“Blah, blah,” he cuts you off, untying his hair and doing a bad job of smoothing it out with his fingers.

You’re rooming with him and Ness, so you’re already headed in the same direction. As much as this stinks, your other option was Gesner and Grim. God, is fucking Gesner obsessed with dick cheese. Of all things, that’s what he’s always talking about. Grim has your condolences, but the problem is out of your hands now.

“Your hairstyle’s ridiculous.”

Kaiser turns his nose up and smiles, coming off as pleased by the insult. “You can only wish to pull it off.” Always preening like a peacock. He’s entertaining. You swear he is.

You hook one of the ends, where it’s the bluest, around your finger, twirling it around and around. “I had a dream about you recently.”

“Aww, I’m on your mind even when you’re unconscious. I could vomit right now.”

“You were in the meditation position, but you were levitating, and the rat tails were holding you up.”

Maybe you’ve committed some kind of utmost offense, because he doesn’t even bother insisting they’re not rat tails this time. “Wow, those are the kinds of things you dream about me? Your brain is defective to the core.”

“What do you want me to dream about you, then? Are you implying something?”

He faces you, and he has this way of looking at you like you’re a blight on humanity. You have an urge to press your palms against his cheeks to check how warm they get when he blushes, but resist it. “You’re so delusional.”

He’s rolling his eyes again.

“Keep rolling them, see where it gets you.”

“What, are you implying something?” Kaiser asks, mocking you, but he seems kind of happy at the insinuation. You’re not about to point it out, though, having a semblance of self-preservation.

“But anyway, your hair,” you say. “It looks good for tugging on.”

He snorts, either at your audacity to speak such things out loud to him, or at the way you straight up ignored his question.

So you elaborate, just so he doesn’t get the wrong idea, “Yeah, like, I kinda wanna grab you and swing you around till you fly outta my grip.”

“What?! As if.”

“It’d be so funny, though.”

“Maybe to other stupid people like you. Dense people who always ruin the fucking moment, for example, that type of thing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say, stifling a laugh before entering the room.

The lights are still on when you come in. Ness seems to be reading some kind of book, sitting upright and all. “Hey, guys. You were gone for a while.”

“We were,” Kaiser says, you assume just because he likes hearing himself talk. “All that time I can’t get back.”

You crouch down to get him a water bottle in case he forgot how dehydrated he was (or more likely decides he’s above getting it by himself). It’s rare for you to do something out of the goodness of your heart, so when you turn around to pass it and find him draping himself over the solitary bed — the one you won dibs on in an honest round of rock, paper, scissors — you swear to never do anything nice for him ever again.

“Hey, get off! It’s mine.”

“But I want it,” he whines, as if his word holds more weight than the aforementioned game of rock, paper, scissors, which, as already established, you won.

You’re about to make an earnest attempt at throwing him out of the bed until Ness comes to his defense. “Come on, leave him alone.”

Saying no to Kaiser is exceptionally easy. But going against what Ness is asking? You can’t get a read on the guy. He’s either way too happy most of the time, or is secretly plotting your murders for all you know. You toss the water bottle at Kaiser, leaving him to smirk at your relenting.

“By the way, do you mind if I turn the lights off after I do my nighttime routine in the bathroom? I’m kind of tired,” Ness says.

“Sure,” allows Kaiser. So generous and charming with a winning personality to boot, this guy.

You lean against the bunk bed and ask, “Oh yeah, why are you still up?”

“I thought it might be rude if I went to bed before you both came back, so I decided to wait.”

Damn, now you feel kind of bad for dilly-dallying for so long. You clutch your chest with a tasteful sense of drama. “You’re so perfect. Hey, Ness, you wanna take the top bunk?”

“Wow, really?”

“Why not at this point,” you say. After all, Ness came in second in the game, but gave it up to Kaiser, and he ruined everything already.

“Thanks!” He grins at you before rushing off to do his business, almost blinding you with the sweetness he emits. Your gaze trails after him until he leaves the room.

Kaiser is looking at you with a mix between scorn and disgust when you walk over to his side to retrieve your phone from the bedside table, but you pretend not to notice.

Figuring you have nothing better to do, you take Ness’s previous spot, lying down on your stomach, ready to check your notifications. In your peripheral vision, you see Kaiser take his shirt off theatrically, then he has the fucking nerve to throw it at you. He makes such a big show out of existing.

It’s probably more painless to throw him a glance now than to be stubborn, so you exhale out of your nostril in resignation and turn your attention back to him. Kaiser props himself on his elbow while reclining on his side, posing on the bed, gracing you with a bastard smile. Almost presenting himself like a Renaissance painting you’re supposed to admire in some chaste, intellectual kind of way.

“Wanna know something?”

“What?” he asks, apparently irritated since you don’t seem so appreciative of him right now.

“I think shitty, obnoxious guys like you need to be put in their place,” you tell him.

It really is way too obvious on his complexion when he starts getting shy. He’s like a breathing mood ring. It’s almost fascinating. For a second, Kaiser is incredulous, but then he turns smug again, addressing you with a sense of challenge. “Don’t even joke. You’re not really about it like that. All you do is talk.”

You think you’re gonna start having even more fun together after today.

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No homo I HATE HIM 😍

promoting my own work 🙀🙀

SEASONS; BLLK X M.READER

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 be your love

cause' I'm afraid I'll ruin your life

while the leaves wither away

and grew again, you have gone far away

. . .

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 y/n is driven by an unusual emptiness that constantly rings in his heart caused by his former friend, or as he likes to call him; his former sun. he doesn't know whether this feeling is ephemeral or permanent, thus he is determined to see what's in store for him. no matter what it takes.

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- expect typos, grammar mistakes, and inconsistent updates.

- he/him pronouns.

- no proper plot

- short chapters

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© muneyuki kaneshiro owns blue lock.

© @jammiycge for the plot and writing.

*• ᖭི༏ᖫྀ•*.~

- this is book was first made on wattpad. please refer to that app if you want faster updates.

*• ᖭི༏ᖫྀ•*.~ START.

introduction.

I. hold onto the moment

II. children in the park

III. one more chance

IV. one more chance.2

V. you again?

VI. nuisance

VII. friends

VIII. empty seat

IX. lovesick

X. say, don't go

XI. is this hatred?

XII. you feel so far away

XIII. itoshi no.2

XIV. maybe, just maybe

XV. misty eyes and cloudy thoughts

XVI. beneath the purple-pink skies

XVII. can't the universe wait for me.

XVIII. aren't I too young for this?

Rin Itoshi as your bf hcs

pairing; Rin Itoshi x gn!reader

summary; rin itoshi as your spouse, basically the title

tags- cursing, fluff, some angst(?),

★ chubby ahh cheeks when eating, and whenever you tease him it ends up with him giving you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

★ you guys have horror movie nights! whenever you get scared; he subconsciously holds you to somewhat comfort you

★ due to his fallout with his brother, he developed abandonment issues and constantly over thinks about the day of your departure.

★ he shares his popsicles with you and gives you the bigger piece if ever he unevenly breaks it apart.

★ he will share his ochazuke with you.

★ even if he doesn't like writing as he's taught, he'll go to you whenever he has trouble writing in english.

★ he will have days whenever he looks at himself in the mirror and see sae, even if he says he doesn't cry, a few tears spill when the memories keep flooding back.

★ once called you lukewarm and felt bad the rest of the day.

★ since his favorite color is sky blue, you two will have sky watching dates, or if he's particularly lazy; playing horror games with you even if he or you sucks.

★ he will use his height to his advantage, he won't purposely put stuff on the top shelves though. he isn't that cruel.

★ he will have you as his tutor for school, even if you suck; study with him.

★ reassurance is appreciated greatly.

★ affectionate mean petnames (idiot, stupid, etc.)