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UPTOWN GIRL SHINICHIRO S.

UPTOWN GIRL ⏤SHINICHIRO S. 

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SUM. : when a rich girl meets a mechanic after her new motorbike breaks down, a match made in heaven commences 

LENGTH : 10.7K

G. : mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader, ; uptown girl inspired fic ; princess and pauper type vibes ; fluff ; some angst ; nobody dies ; modern social status ; yn is rich af ; shinichiro is a humble bike mechanic ; it’s a match made in heaven ; fight me if you dare ; sano siblings want yn as an older sister ; the parents aren’t shit for once 

A/N : this has been in the works for quite a while and is the full version of my shinichiro x rich girl reader timestamp  04:40. it’s quite a long fic i’m sorry, if you need to take a break in between, feel free XD, i did go a little bit overboard here. it took me a while to find the perfect title for this fic and when i realised it resembled a scenario from a particular music video, i just had to title it similarly. for those who know, you know ;)  

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You’re no stranger to the privilege you had being born into such an affluent family; you didn’t need to worry about anything because you had everything you could ever want and more. However, that didn’t mean that you grew up entirely content; the difference in your status compared to many of your school mates was apparent and you easily became ostracised. No one wanted to befriend you as they were too afraid of offending you and getting in trouble whereas those that did befriend you made their greedy intentions very clear. 

Understanding your struggle and supporting your decision to live a normal life, your family drew you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted. You tried to lead an ordinary life but no matter your efforts, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted and still stood out. 

Incredibly studious (your father’s influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother’s shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother’s teachings). It wasn’t just the social divide that excluded you, it was also the positive influence of your family that nurtured your talents and demeanour, it’s by their virtues that you shone despite your desire for an ordinary life. 

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2 years ago

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

I Think You're So Good And I'm Nothing Like You. // I.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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I Think You're So Good And I'm Nothing Like You. // I.k.

Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

I Think You're So Good And I'm Nothing Like You. // I.k.

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2 years ago

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Rin . Izana . Baji

WARNING/S: >

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

Rindo Haitani

As the younger Haitani, Rin was not always in the spotlight, not as much as his brother anyway. therefore, it didn't surprise him when people don't pay much attention to him.

It was just a random day when he decided to change his usual circular glasses into a different color and replace his previous silver earing after losing them. It was a subtle change and he was not having his hopes up that someone would notice, but still, it would have been nice to know that someone was paying attention, even if it was just his brother.

but the older Haitani have no clue about it, what's even more of a bummer was the fact that he bump into you earlier, made small talk and even you seem not to notice, and there goes his hope crashing down.

"what got you all grumpy so early in the morning?" Ran smirks, after noticing his brother's gloomier aura. which the younger Haitani only groaned in response, he knew telling his brother about his 'childish' reason would only constitute teasing.

Ran was about to say something when you came running towards them, only stopping when you were right in front of Rin who looks a little surprised seeing you, after all, you just bid him goodbye not so long ago.

you catch your breath before smiling brightly at him "I forgot to say earlier, I love the new glasses and earrings"

his eyes widen a fraction, "wha-"

"you look great! see yah!" you disappeared as quickly as you appeared, but your words left lingering feelings in Rin. did you run back just to say that to him? were you paying that much attention to him just like he does?

Rin felt his face get hotter as he covers half of his face with his hand, in an attempt to cover his reddening face and the quirk up of the corners of his mouth. the moment however was ruined as he felt a hand around his shoulder coming from the older Haitani.

"oh ho, ~ is that why you're so down? you thought your older didn't notice your new style?"

"get lost!"

Maybe someone does keep notice of him. someone's opinion he only cared about.

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

Izana Kurokawa

It bewildered Izana a little when he came back to the hideout with a new hairstyle, his straight short bleach-blond hair was now curled into wavy hair, yet no one seems to comment about it or rather notice it.

he didn't know if it was because everyone keeps their eyes focused on the floor when talking to him or if they just don't care enough to take down every detail about him.

more bewildering for Izana was the fact that even Kakucho, his most trusted friend who was always with him didn't notice the subtle change, was his change so dull that no one notice it.

Izana was a confident leader, but even something like this can plummets anyone's confidence. he did spend hours curling his hair, he wasn't looking for attention but this just proves that no one around him was paying enough attention to him.

his gloomy day, however, changed when you visited the hideout, bringing color and positivity to the dull place. your eyes quickly looking all over to find him, a sparkle on your eyes when it landed on him.

"I like your new hairstyle" you commented, quickly having Kakucho and those within earshot whip their direction towards you two. "It suits you very much"

the slightest smile appears on his lips as he unconsciously took a strand of his wavy hair between his fingers. feeling satisfied for some reason.

"Now that y/n said it, you do look different" Kakacho commented, Izana's smile quickly dropping down at the comment as his usual cold face immediately resurface.

"shut up"

But the most bewildering of it all was how a single compliment from you have him feeling confident and happy for the following weeks

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

Keisuke Baji

When people meet Baji the first thing that came to their mind is that he's a hothead, which is true. he always resorts to violence before anything else to the point that people label him as a tough guy.

but even for a tough guy, he has things he doesn't like, things he never says to anyone, or secrets to keep his tough-guy image as a delinquent.It was the usual day, the gang hanging out in their favorite family restaurant which equals a ruckus.

while everyone was engaged in a conversation, with you commenting from time to time, Draken kept notice of you picking vegetables from Baji's plate from time to time.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked while you were midway jabbing a vegetable from Baji's plate. everyone around the table, including the Toman's captains, stops their conversation to stare at you with a vegetable jab in a fork in hand.

Baji especially now noticing that all you were eating were vegetables, he did notice you taking food from his plate, he didn't mind it one bit, thinking you just wanted to taste his, but now that Draken mentioned it, he was curious himself.

"huh? oh, this? Keisuke doesn't like simmered vegetables so I'm eating it?" you carefully replied, a little conscious with all the eyes now on you and the forked vegetable "he's not gonna eat them anyway…"

"…unless you actually wanted it?" you asked, slightly turning to the side to face Baji, jerking the forked vegetable towards him.

Baji stared at the simmered vegetable you were offering, he hated it, like he hated all simmered food much less a simmered vegetable, which he told no one about. yet here you were, paying attention to things that make him uncomfotable, things he don't like. no one has been considerate of him before that he can't help but hug you back, earning a loud cheer from everyone.

"Thanks y/n!"

"eh? - baji too tight!"

"Baji's hugging Y/n!" Mikey shouted while Chifuyu took out his phone to capture the moment.

sometimes noticing the smallest detail of someone can make a huge difference.


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2 years ago

Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

*(It might have a second part, I'm not sure yet- 🤔)

Care And Comfort

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.


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2 years ago

idk what to say with kaku being hot and the fact that Izana heard it aggshwhsnnnnn!!!!

Kakucho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Christmas dinner with the Sano Family Household!

Word Count: 1976 Warnings: Manga spoilers (final arc), established relationship, cursing, and smut (kissing, grinding, spanking, Kakucho calling reader pet names, a bit of Dom!Kakucho, bondage, oral, edging, creaming, creampie, and a little aftercare). 

Tag: @mekiza for Secret Santa Collab and my person I am writing for is @nanamis-wifey-reye! I hope you like this :)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading!

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Kakucho X Fem!Reader
Kakucho X Fem!Reader

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The sound of the oven beeping, alerts you to grab oven mitts and open the oven’s door.  Once open, the aroma of your dish makes your mouth water. Mmmm, it’s perfect, smiling to yourself while pulling your dish out to carefully placing it on the counter. Izana and your beloved boyfriend, Kakucho, are hosting a small early Christmas dinner in their shared home. Christmas music is playing in the background, the Sano family is setting up the dining table, and the laughter of Emma’s and Draken’s newborn baby girl brings joy to everyone's ears. Removing the over mitts from your hands, someone slides their strong arms around your waist, leaning against you.

“Smells good,” Kakucho snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, “but not as good as you.” His hair tickles your neck, making you giggle softly. “Anything I can do to help, baby?”

“No, just waiting for this to cool down a bit before I take it to the table-” Kakucho releases you to grab the hot dish with his bare hands, “Ah wait! Kaku it’s too hot-!” You worry that his hands might get burned.

“I got it.” He smiles softly, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before bringing it to the dining table. Everyone stares at your dish, complimenting how it looks and delicious smells. Kakucho proudly gushes how amazing of a cook you are, bringing a bright and shy smile on your face.

Kakucho and you have been together for about two years. You two first met at Izana’s non profit organization ‘Tenjiku’, where you were one of the volunteers. You make bento boxes for the underprivileged orphans and play with them along with the others.

“It’s time to eat!” Izana gathers everyone to come sit at the dining table. You sit between Kakucho and Emma. Everyone passes the plates around to load the appetizing food and offers choices of holiday drinks. The conversations at the table vary between Mikey’s recent race competition, Shin’s bike shop, Izana’s organization, and Emma’s and Draken’s newborn. You hold their newborn, who is the exact copy of Emma. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. Blowing raspberries on her cute little tummy, she laughs while kicking her little feet. In the corner of your eye, you notice Kakucho staring at the both of you in a loving gaze. 

“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, Kakucho breaks into a tender smile.

“Nothing, just think how cute you are.” Your cheeks have a little heat from his sudden compliment. Not knowing what to say you go back to playing with the baby. After the big feast, everyone is hit with food-coma. Feeling a bit tired yourself, you decide to take a nap in Kakucho’s bedroom. Heading to his bed, you slide into his warm comfy sheets. You lay face down, smelling his pillows which smells just like him and wrap yourself deeper into his comforting scent. “[Y/n]?” Hearing a light knock on his door, “Are you in here?”

“I’m in here.” Kakucho opens the door to find you all bundled up and chuckles.

“What are you doing, baby?” Leaning against the door frame with a sexy grin. 

“Just… missing your scent.” He raises one of his eyebrows, then comes into his bedroom, closes his door and makes sure it is locked. 

“If you miss my scent,” Sliding into the bed next to you and pulling your body onto his muscular body, “all you have to do is straddle me.” Laying on top of him, he rubs his large hands on your wonderland body, lighting your skin in a blaze. His hand moves your hair out of your face, tucking behind your ear. The way he looks at you, it’s as though you are the only woman for him. His fingers gently pull your face towards his, kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss starts off slow but deep, his other hand slides towards your ass and gives them a squeeze. Gasping, he slips his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. You moan into the steamy kiss and grind your hips to feel his clothed cock. He lets out a sexy low groan and spanks your ass, urging you to keep doing that. Moving your hips more, your panties get more wet. The friction of rubbing your clothed clit against his is infuriating. You need more.

“Mmm Kaku… need you.” You whimper close to his lips, pleading with your sensual gaze. Fortunately, you are wearing a dress, making it easier for him to slide his hand under to pull your wet panties off. Impatiently, you remove his trousers and boxers and toss them to the side. About to touch his large hardened cock, he stops you. “Kaku?” Not understanding why.

“You worked so hard today.” He sits up, the way his cock sliding across your wet slit makes you squeak. “Let me take care of you.” Flipping you onto your back, he reaches over to his side table to grab something from his drawer. It is a  gold rimmed, translucent ribbon, normally used for wrapping presents.

“What are you doing?” You ask him curiously, he smirks.

“I want to try something new. Do you trust me?” Nodding your head without hesitation, he grabs your chin and stoically stares into your eyes. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, baby girl.” Whoa, you did not know he had this side of him. Kakucho is normally a loving and tender lover. Excitement courses through your body, your clit throbs like crazy.

“Yes, I trust you.” He grabs your hands and ties the ribbon together in a nice, not too tight bow. Kakucho places a tender kiss on your wrists, then holds them against your tits. Sliding his muscular body down, his breath on your wet slit brings you shivers. 

“You have been so good this year.” Kakucho teasingly kisses your inner thighs, intentionally making your legs twitch with anticipation. “Just relax and be a good girl.” Sending you a dark smoldering look before diving into your drench cunt. You gasp loudly, his tongue aggressively and enthusiastically licks your entire pussy like it is his dessert. The wet lewd sounds his appreciation grunts, your stifled moans are all you can hear throughout his bedroom. His warm tongue slurping your jewel and slipping two fingers into your entrance. 

“Ah, Kaku~” Fucking his fingers into your tight hole, hitting your sweet spot. Over. And over. And over again. “I-I’m about to cum-!”

“Not yet.” His eyes meet your shocking gaze, he never edged you before. Whining, you are doing your best to hold back your orgasm. However, he makes it difficult for you especially with how hard he is sucking on your clit. 

“Kaku, please! I-I can’t take it!” You plead with tears forming in your eyes, but Kakucho still rejects you. Throwing your head back in, you try to squirm away from him in rebellion but his grip on you is strong. Kakucho looks back up at you, letting out a small chuckle. Where do you think you’re going? Feeling a little bad for making you hold out, he breaksway his lips from your swollen clit. 

“Does my poor baby want to cum?” Nodding your head while whimpering, he blows air into your pussy and your legs twitch. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes! Please, please, please. Need’ta cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You quietly beg him, tears roll down your heated cheeks. He had never witnessed this look on your face before, it made his cock throb hard. You look so pretty with your cheeks flush and the way you desperately whine for him. He loves it. Using his free hand, he cups your cheek and smirks.

“Hold on for just a little longer.” Not giving you a chance to plead, he easily split your pussy with his hardened cock. You yelp how rough he is with you, but you are all for it. He slams his cock aggressively, making his bed squeak and headboard hit against the wall. His harsh pace is making it even more difficult for you not to scream in pleasure. Especially the way Kakucho hits your g spot, your eyes rolling back. To add more intensity, he slides his hand down to your neck and grabs it to rut his cock into your cunt mercilessly. 

“F-fuckkkkkk.” You can’t take it anymore, accidentally cumming and creaming around his girth without permission. Does Kakucho care? No. Absolutely not. This turns him feral to see white substances around his cock. He continues his pace relentlessly to keep you high in pleasure. Once he feels you are back down, he flips your shaky body and lifts your hips up.

“Shit, baby.” Spreading your pussy with his hands, he sees how creamy and messy you are. “Look so good.” Pushing his cock back into your tight messy hole, he watches your ass bounce. He smacks your ass but not as hard as he likes because the house is quiet and he did not want anyone to interrupt. You moan erratically and gripping into his sheets, he is turning your brain into mush. Kakucho grabs your hair, twirls it, and pulls it hard while fucking you like a jackhammer. 

“Oh, god-!” Kakucho covers your mouth with his other large hand to prevent you from alerting everyone in the house. 

“You gotta stay quiet baby.” He breathlessly instructs you, feeling your drool dripping into his palm. Not bothersome for him, Kakucho keeps going at a steady pace. His cock starts to pulsate, ready to paint your walls. Sweat drips on his forehead, he softly pants, and his rhythm grows sloppy. “Argh, baby.” He moans, thick ropes of cum fills you up. Pulling his cock out, thick loads of cum dribble out of your pussy. “Baby, are you alright?” Leaning forward, swiping loose hair strands on your glowing face. 

“Yeah,” You smile while dropping your hips down, trying to calm your racing heart, “are you?” Kakucho helps untie the ribbon and check your wrist to make sure there are no marks on them.

“I’m alright, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“No no, that was new and amazing.” Looking back at him curiously, “What made you try this?” You couldn’t tell if his cheeks are red from the rough sex you two had or because he is embarrassed since he is rubbing the back of his neck. 

“It was something I was curious about.” You can tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, but not wanting to push further you let it go. “Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” You nod, letting your tired eyelids drop. Kakucho grabs his boxer and steps outside of his bedroom to find a hand towel in the hallway closet. 

“So did you try it?” Izana’s voice startles Kakucho. He stands behind the closet door when Kakucho closes it.

“I, uh…” Izana’s teasing smirk widens, knowing he helped spice up their sex life. Not that Kakucho nor you were complaining about it. It was Izana that was concerned.

“You know my room is across from yours right? I heard you both. Seems like [Y/n] is really into it since I can hear her this time.” 

“Izana, please.” Kakucho’s cheeks are as red as a tomato.

“Alright, alright I’ll drop it.” Raising both of his hands up playfully. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to do this now, when everyone is in the house. Didn’t know you are that kinky, Kakucho.” Teasing him one last time before Kakucho runs back to the room to get away from this embarrassing conversation and Izana chuckles. “Consider this as a pre Christmas gift, [Y/n].” He heads back to his bedroom to start wrapping lots of presents to bring to the orphans at Tenjiku on Christmas Day. 

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2 years ago

hq boys and soulmates

daichi, tsukishima, oikawa

Hq Boys And Soulmates

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff | friends to lovers | romance | soulmate au

wc: 3.3k

a/n: THIS has to be my favorite of all the three ive written for this series (´ ω `♡) i fell in love with the concept (maybe bc i resonate with them lmao) and i went overboard with this csjsbms i hope you guys like this as well! enjoy~

Hq Boys And Soulmates

oikawa

Hq Boys And Soulmates

He lets go of your wrist, and in a snap, Oikawa becomes frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same.”

3 hours ago.

Stepping inside the volleyball gym would have been a nightmare for a person who hates crowds and social interaction. Still, luckily, you’re friends with Iwaizumi. Actually, ‘friends’ is barely a term for it. You happened to share one class with him last year and felt comfortable with each other’s presence. 

“Iwa!” You scream as soon as you spot him by the benches, tucking his jersey shirt inside his shorts. It is with a quick wave that you summoned him to come to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He briefly smiles before pulling his eyes back to his tucked shirt, pulling out the linen near the garter out of his shorts so his top won’t be too stretched and tucked inside.

“Where’s the captain?”

“Shittykawa?” He arches brow making you titter. Although the nickname he has of him may appear insulting, his tone was rather coated with affection.

“Yeah, that guy. I need him for this.” You wave a notebook in your grasp in the space between you.

“He’s at the club room. The small building adjacent to the gym.” You quickly bid him thanks before jogging your way out of the volleyball gym. Following his directions, you find yourself in front of a mahogany door and rapping three consecutive knocks alerted the man inside the room.

“I’m still here-” 

Without thinking much of your actions, your hand lands on the doorknob, swiftly twist the it before pushing the door open. Your eyes immediately land on a toned bareback. His shirt is over his head, and the expanse of his dorsal is exposed to you. Your eyes capture the space below his nape, eyelids widening at the visual in front of you. As if sensing your eyes on him, his upper body turns. His eyes meet yours, mirroring your wide gaze.

“AH!” You both scream in unison. He jumps in surprise while your grip tightens around the knob as you pull the door close. Your hand rests on your chest as an attempt to steady your heartbeat. Your mind replays the image you saw seconds ago. Oikawa-san is…? You shake your head to the sides to stop the building thoughts in your head. You don’t want to intrude his personal life. Seeing the unmarked skin on his back is already means you have crossed lines.

 

“I have your notebook, and you have mine. I’ll wait for you after practice. Sorry!” Your shout behind the door before running away.

You have nowhere to kill time so have no option but to go back to the gym. Iwaizumi sees you climbing to the mezzanine and joining the rest of the students screaming and waving at the players. The men’s volleyball team have a practice match against another team today so everyone is anticipating it.

Leaning your body forward on the steel barrier to support your weight, your orbs lock with Iwaizumi who’s at the court waiting for you to notice him. He raises his hand up with his fingers spreaded apart. He rotates his wrists from side-to-side, a nonverbal way of asking “he’s not there?”

Immediately, embarrassement paints the tip of your ears. You smack the notebook to your face while your other hand stretches out. You pop your thumb out before drawing a straight across your neck. You slowly drag the notebook down just enough for him to see your eyes. Iwaizumi’s shoulders shakes from laughter, enjoying the distressed look on your face.

Albeit, the man of the conversation shows up minutes after your exchange with spiker. His expression is flat and he didn’t bother waving at the audience like he used to do. He walks pass iwaizumi without batting an eye at him. He neither look angry nor pissed but rather he appears clouded by his thoughts.  

The game ends with the homecourt winning two out of the three sets. You make it a point to sneak out and wait for Oikawa outside the gym as you lean back against the wall. Soon enough, your eyes spot a brunette walking with the rest of the third years of the volleyball team with a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for him quietly and in a snap his charming smile washes off his face. You gulp, knowing exactly that you are the cause of his despair.

“Walk with me.” He pulls you by the wrist, making you slightly off balance. He didn’t bother bidding goddbye to his companion as he drags you out to the gate of the school. Your view hinders you to see the expression on his face but his grip on you is enough to tell you he’s pissed. The unusual behavior of the captain tugging a nameless student out of Aoba Johsai earned whispers.

“Where are we going?” You ask when his feet trails down an empty street.

“Somewhere where we can be alone.” He replies. You shift your attention to the signs on the streets.

Minamisakuracho, Higakisakuracho, Shiroishi… Then, it hits you.

The riverside.

The Shiroishi river is glamored in pink cherry blossom, attracting tourists and locals to feast in their eyes with its awe-strucking beauty. But for the first time, you completely ignore the breathtaking view. All you can think of is the thick air between you and the captain.

Upon reaching a spot by the riversider where no eyes can spy, he lets go of your wrist. In a snap, Oikawa became frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same,” You expose to him your unmarked skin just below your nape. In a world where society dictates your ability to feel emotions through tiny moles marked on your back, it takes a huge toll for glitches to appear normal in the eyes of the typical. Glitches are humans without marked skin. They are seen as a void. An emotional filler before you find your true love.

Supposedly, each person has a mole or moles on their back dotted along their spine. The number of moles determines the number of times you fall in love. For a person with two moles, it takes them one lover before finding their soulmate. A person with three takes two lovers before they meet their final mate, but for someone who has none, falling in love is never part of their fate. They are not destined for someone and in the same logic, they are claimed to be emotionless.

Like, you and Oikawa.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You free your hair, letting it sway on your back before turning around to face him. His lips are ajar, his eyes held you endearingly. You continue, boring your eyes at him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He steps in, surprising you as he wraps his arms around your body. His head is pressed next to yours and he mutters in reply. “Thank you.”

The following weeks went by quickly, in parallel with your growing friendship with Oikawa. You assumed that the confrontation by the river he would make him stir away from you. You thought you’d become a constant reminder of his shortcomings. But contrary to your assumption, he stuck up to you like a lost kitten growing fond of a stranger passing by.

“(Y/n)!” A hurried voice resonates from the hallway outside your classroom. You turn your head to see who it is but judging from the voice alone you could almost tell who it is.

“Tooru?” The way you said his first name earns whispers among your classmates. Bothered by the unwanted attention you’re getting, you approach Oikawa, and he instantly pulls you out to the hallway. He caves you between his body and the wall as his hand plants on the space next to your head. He crunches down to match your height.

“They’re changing our jersey to a non-collared shirt for summer. Our adviser wants us to try it now to test if it’s comfortable.” His voice is already low enough for the two of you to hear, but his following statement came out quieter. “The skin below my nape is exposed. I checked it in the mirror.”

Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“I have a plan.” You say, running back to your seat to grab a marker. You emerge back to the hallways, waving the marker to his face. In an instant, his eyes sparkle in hope. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leads you inside the gym to the back part of the room. A small door leads to what seems like a stock room. He turns the knob and pushes it open. “Here.” He ushers you to come in. 

This is a suspiciously cramped space for two people, but you didn’t think twice as you followed him inside and instead, you focus on today’s goal. Nonetheless, your lids peel in panic and shock at the boy taking off his shirt.

“Woah, wait.” You say in surprise, hands fiddling around, torn between keeping them at your side or covering your eyes with it. 

“What? You’ve seen my naked back before.” He casually says. He tearing your hands away from your face, shooting you a smile. Your eyes ogle at his naked back, feeling like an intruder watching someone change clothes. He kneels down before you, his back facing you. He speaks.  “This is not something new to you, and you have to nail my fake birthmark. Now, quick.”

“Demanding.” You scoff as you approach him. He turns his head to glance at you through his shoulder.

“Please?” He sweetly says, winking, thereafter, earning another scoff from you. 

“How many times do you want to fall in love?” You ask. He twists his neck sideways to look at you, orbs held earnest. You never thought he’d take your question seriously.

“Once.” His voice shifts from playful to serious. You nod at him though he can’t fully see you. You place your palm on his shoulder as you carefully aim at the spot where most people have it. He’s reticent, and you can imagine his face in deep thought even though you can only see the back of his head.

“Does it bother you when people find out you’re a glitch?” He breaks the silence.

“It used to but not anymore.” The tip of the marker kisses his skin, leaving a perfectly fake birthmark on his back. Your mouth forms an “o”  closes the gap between the two of you as you blow on the wet paint. Your warm breath sends shivers down his spine.

“They call us glitches or emotionally numb individuals, but I don’t think that’s the case. Sure, they say that people with marks fall in love intensely. I’ve read books about how their stomach turns, or how their heads feel light when their partner kisses them or touches them but there is not much data about us because we fall into the 5% of the population. All articles about glitches are written by the marked ones. How can they be sure that we can’t fall in love too? So, I thought maybe… maybe we love differently.” 

He caughts you unguarded as he turns around to face you. You keep your feet on the ground as he draws his face to you. The curves of his features softens and a hint of affection and admiration burns in his eyes. The corners of his lips pull into a smile, the same rare genuine smile you saw on the riverside. 

“Turn around.” He says as soon as he snatches the marker away from your grip. Your feet move hesitantly and stop at where your side faces him. His hand gathers your hair to one side as he dips closer to you. His face unlawfully too near yours as the cold tip of the marker lands on your warm skin, marking a dot below your nape.

He pulls back to hold your gaze. You blink at him repeatedly as you feel your cheeks burn at the way he’s looking at you. You have never seen him in this way. He is longing, almost like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. His smile remains on his face as he peers at you fondly.

“I think I feel it. I hope you do too.” He murmurs to himself. Albeit, it was inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You hum in question but he responds with a shake of his head.

“Nothing.” He playfully stains your cheek using the marker, painting your right cheek with a black streak. He stands on his feet and turns his back to you. Still lost in thought, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. What the hell was that? He walks past you and opens the stock room door, revealing Iwaizumi walking by. The spiker pauses when he spots you two inside the stock room.

“Okay, what is going on here?” A smirk plays on his face.

“The ventilation.” You spit out in panic.

“Hm,” He nods at you unconvincingly.

“It’s, uh, broken. Tooru showed it to me.” You bit your tongue. It’s clear as daylight that you’re a terrible liar.

“TOORU showed it to you.” He emphasizes your use of first names.

“Yeah, we’re fri-” Oikawa cuts you off when he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re embarrassing her, Iwa-chan. The stock room is nice place but a bit dusty. Why do you care if we spend time there?” He sneers. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the captain and shoots you a knowing smile before leaving the two of you. You nudge Oikawa’s side using your elbow when the spiker is out of sight.

“You made it sound like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to!” You pull him down by his shirt, making him crunch down to your level.

“My words were vague. It’s up to him how he takes it. Besides, it makes us look like a couple. I have one mark on my back, and so do you. If we appear like a couple, the rest of the students will stop breathing down my neck to see how many marks I have.” He straightens his back. 

Likewise, it works to your advantage since you feel uncomfortable when people ask the number of moles you have, so fake dating Oikawa will lessen the talks around you.

“I guess we can work on that, boyfriend.” You shrug, shooting him a smile. “Anyway, I have to go.” 

“Wait.” He says. You turn your body to see him. “Did you hear what I said a while ago?”

“No.” You study his face. His brows form a scowl on his forehead nonetheless he smiles.

“Meet me by the river after practice.” He flashes you a teeth-showing smile, his Duchene marks showing on his face.

Hence, you head to the gym after classes to wait for him. After practice, Oikawa jogs to you the minute it ends. On the other hand, Iwaizumi sees you together, shooting you a teasing smile. He mouths you “update please.” But you scowl at him in return, thus earning a chuckle form him.

The whole walk to the river is in pure silence. It’s not unusual to walk with him in silence since there are times when the two of you would prefer to indulge yourself in nature and keep your words to yourself. Soon, you both reach the destination. You flump at the grass near the river, and he does the same. You rest your weight on your hand as it anchors behind you. Your one leg folded up while the other stretched across the dry land.

“I have something to say.” Oikawa states. You look at him only to realize that he has been staring at you the entire time. You push yourself up to sit, before dusting off your hands. You stretch out a smile as you wait for him to continue.

“What is it?” You say, squinting your eyes as the sunset hue glares behind his figure.

“I love you.” He utters. Your lids strip open though the sun blinds your vision. You look at him, probably, waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, but the unwavering expression on his face tells you otherwise. “Heck, I don’t even know if I have the right to say I’m in love but what I feel for you is something I have never felt before. As a glitch, I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our soulmates, and I choose you.” 

Your heart skips a beat.

You put your hand over your chest as the overwhelming loud thumping of your heart begins to deafen your hearing. At the same time, your palms turn cold and numb. Your stomach twists in knots and tiny prickling sensations crawl up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says when he sees you clutching onto your shirt. Then, you remember all the books you’ve read. The ones were written by the marked ones. The uncontrolled heartbeats are followed by necessary action. A step that will take you farther and deeper into your emotions.

To prove your hunches.

So, you lean froward. Your hands landing on his shirt as you pull him close to you. Your mouth aims for his lips, and without much thought you land a peck on his plumped ones. It was short yet remarkable. Pulling back from the quick kiss, you watch him experience the phenomenon. If he physically feels it, then you might be right. Maybe glitches aren’t numb. You are capable of feeling love. Your cheeks burn bright crimson as your teeth claw on your bottom lip. Oikawa feels his pulse through his neck as his eyes stare at you. His pupils dilates and his ears turn red.

“Can you feel it too?” Your eyes mirror his’. He nods. 

“One more.” He says before crashing his mouth against yours. This time it wasn’t a peck. His lips envelop yours as it lazily moves around every inch and corner of your mouth. His mouth tastes like a lemon power drink, the one he drinks during matches and practices. A warm hand cups your cheeks, guiding you to switch directions, lips momentarily leaving yours as his head tilts to the other side. You moan as he goes deeper into the kiss, feeling his thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheek. He pulls back slowly, just enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

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“I love you too,” You say between breaths.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! as always likes and rbs are always welcome!~

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