Guys Guys I Can't

guys guys i can't

i think kaiser would be the type of boyfriend to absolutely lose it whenever he sees you wearing your glasses,which fall so perfectly on the bridge of your nose

the room is quiet, save for the sound of your typing and the occasional rustle of papers. you sit at your desk, glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of your nose as you focus on your work and deep in concentration when you hear a familiar voice break through your thoughts

“god, you’re hot,” michael kaiser says, piercing through your concentration

you glance up to see him leaning against the doorframe, eyes locked on you. rolling your eyes, you try to ignore him and get back to your work. “thanks, michael. now please leave me alone, i needa finish these”

he doesn’t move. instead, he walks over and sits on the edge of your desk, his gaze never leaving your face. “seriously, those glasses . . you look hot. you didn’t tell me you—“

“michael, i need to focus,” you say, trying to keep a straight face as you compile the papers, feeling a smile tug at your lips

“and i’m focused on you. you’re too distracting,” he replies, a playful grin on his face. he reaches out and gently lifts your chin, making you look at him. “how am i supposed to leave you alone when you look this good?”

you shake your head, laughing softly. “go away”

he leans in closer, deep cerulean eyes shining with mischief. “mein liebling, its impossible to resist you. did i mention you’re hot?”

“yes, several times,” you say, pushing his shoulder lightly. “now, let me work”

but he doesn’t budge. instead, he shifts so that he’s standing right behind you, his arms draping over your shoulders. “i just want to be near you,” he whispers in your ear, his breath warm against your skin

you sigh, half in exasperation and half in amusement. “michael, i really need to get this done”

“so? you can still get it done while im here, no?” he says, kissing the top of your head. “fine, but don’t think for a second that i’m not going to keep reminding you how stunning you look”

you can’t help but smile as he steps back, giving you some space but still watching you with that same adoring look. it’s hard to stay annoyed with him when he’s so sly with his affection

then, when you try to refocus on your work again, you hear him mutter once more, “so hot”

shaking your head, you decide to let it slide. after all, having a boyfriend who thinks you’re irresistibly attractive, even when you’re trying to be serious, isn’t the worst problem to have . . right?

so cute wtf

no peekiiiiing papamin~ 🐅 🎁

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You're Just My Type pt. 1 ₊⊹ Blue Lock Chars.

ଳ What kind of person is the blue lock boys' ideal girl in terms of looks and personality?

ଳ characters; michael kaiser, sae itoshi, isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishirou, reo mikage, kunigami rensuke, alexis ness

ଳ requested by; @itenesycc

[🐟]: I tried to include as many as possible. Hopefully this fulfills your request! I might make a part two with everyone else I missed.

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ᯓ Michael Kaiser - the domestic & doting type

Kaiser turns into the biggest baby around his s/o. How could he not? She spoils him rotten after all. And she hardly minds because she knows that he's just seeking out the care and affection he missed out in his childhood. In a way, he's healing his inner child. Don't get me wrong; he's not using her as some sort of replacement for a parent figure. But he's trying to feel what it's like to be truly loved.

He absolutely loves it when she cooks for him. His heart throbs like crazy whenever their s/o shows even the slightest bit of concern for him. And don't even get him started about the way she would take care of him before and after his practice. At the end of the day, he makes sure to reciprocate her efforts in his own little ways. Suddenly, he's the kindest, most gentle, and most loving man on Earth. And whenever his salary comes in, she's sure to be at a fancy restaurant that night and receiving the queen treatment she deserves.

I have a feeling that he's into nice looking hair. It doesn't matter if it's long or short as long as it's healthy and has volume to it. He's probably into dyed hair as well. He also finds that beautiful hair pairs up well with a pretty set of eyes. The more expressive they are, the better.

ᯓ Sae Itoshi - the shy & soft-spoken type

Sae might seem like a big b*tch to everyone else, but he's surprisingly nice to women (as long as they're not a crazy fanatic). Well... "nice" is a bold term, so let's just say he's aloof. He's not harsh towards them, but he's not going to smile at them either. But! Deep down he has a soft spot for the cute and shy kind of girl. He just can't find it in him to be cold to that kind of person; It almost feels wrong.

But, yes, he'll never admit that in a million years. However, the changeup is noticeable. It's subtle, but you can tell through how his voice softens ever so slightly when talking to his s/o. She might be cursing herself for failing to maintain eye contact with him or tripping over her sentences. But Sae finds all of this quite endearing. And trust me when I say that he becomes the biggest menace around her—making her flustered at every opportunity he comes across. He can't get enough of it.

In terms of looks, he likes it when a girl has soft features with short hair that frames her rounded face. Her plump cheeks make it more enjoyable for him to poke whenever he teases her. It's also canon that he's into ass... so, yeah. He says it's all about the shape and less about the size.

ᯓ Isagi Yoichi - the funny & carefree type

Isagi had the luxury of growing up in a healthy environment, so I think it's only natural for him to gravitate towards someone the same. If she has a great sense of humor with a relaxed demeanor, then he's pretty much sold. Frankly, he doesn't need anything more. Isagi finds beauty in simplicity. His s/o is someone akin to a hidden gem. She isn't flashy by any means, but she's incredibly sweet so she stands out that way.

He wonders why no one has gone after her before. But, oh well, more of her for him! She never fails to make him laugh even if the jokes are corny. They're the type of couple everyone's annoyed at because they're too sweet and now they feel jealous. Oh, but Isagi fell even harder once she witnessed his different side while playing football. He fully expected her to be repulsed, but she was amused. Apparently it was cool to see him so pumped up like that.

He's not that particular when it comes to looks. As long as she has a gentle expression and she takes care of herself, he'll be happy. When it comes to clothes... well, he has no clue about that so even a simple style impresses him. He's really a low maintenance guy and we love him for that. Canonically into thighs, so he doesn't care if it's plump or muscular—he's content as long as he can squeeze 'em.

ᯓ Rin Itoshi - the perfectionist & intelligent type

When you think of the title "Ice Queen"—whatever comes to mind, that's exactly his type. In other words, I have a STRONG feeling that Rin is essentially going for the female version of himself. He doesn't give a shit if she's worse than him. In fact, that makes it better in his opinion. Someone's gotta put him in place, right? He'll happily let her do that as long as he deems her on par with him. And I don't mean that she has to be a football freak; she just needs to be more or less well-rounded.

Apart from his standards being sky high, he just wants to make sure that his girl is better than his brother's girl. Toxic, I know. But what were you expecting? Regardless, he'll always make sure to let her know that she's the best in his eyes. Totally out of character, but he'll be praising her like crazy if he's truly in love with her. I can definitely see an enemies-to-lovers story happening to this guy.

He's probably into the clean girl aesthetic. He finds the look elegant and sleek. It makes her look like she has her shit together and he digs that. Perhaps he prefers dark medium length hair—so, brown and black hues.

ᯓ Bachira Meguru - the calm & laid-back type

When I say calm and laid-back, I don't necessarily mean someone who's the polar opposite of him. She's still going to be as hyper and energetic as him... just a bit more lowkey. Like if they were to go on an amusement park date and ride a rollercoaster—he'd be screaming his lungs out while she'd enjoy the ride quietly with a big smile plastered on her face. She'd gladly let him drag her to whatever crazy scheme he has planned. Spontaneous, but blends into the background kind of thing.

In a way, she's also responsible for mellowing him a little bit. Even though she's fully supportive of his antics, he'll unconsciously calm down at times to match her energy. He especially loves her because she accepts all of the overwhelming affection that he has to offer. Hugs that squeeze the air out of you? Sure, she'll take it. Kisses peppered relentlessly over her face? Great! Just another day for her.

I have this teensy feeling that Bachira might be into ponytails or pigtails. He thinks it makes any girl look cute regardless of the length of her hair. When it comes to height, he's the dude that does not care if she's taller than him. To be fair, he's pretty damn tall, so that should say something about him. Similar to Isagi, he cares more about personality.

ᯓ Chigiri Hyoma - the sassy & independent type

I'll just say it... but Chigiri likes his girls a bit b*tchy. Not rude, not mean—but just the right amount of sass. She's not a bitch. She's THE bitch. You get me? He just loves how witty and snarky she can be. It makes the relationship more fun knowing that she can keep up with the banter without taking any offense. They definitely have an inside joke—something something about who has better hair...

She thinks she's his biggest supporter, but it's actually the other way around. The way this man will support his girl is like no other. He can't help it when he's dating a girlboss. Chigiri admires that she's headstrong and knows what she wants. Like ask her where she wants to eat and she'll give you a place... and an order.

Long pretty hair. No ifs, no buts. He wants someone that can rival his hair routine. Chigiri would even be the one to tie a pretty pink ribbon in her locks. I see him digging the whole clean girl aesthetic as well. He's into the preppy style—old money or academia fits best.

ᯓ Nagi Seishirou - the patient & reliable type

I'll be real and say that Nagi probably wasn't the best person to be in a relationship with in the early stages. Of course, he needs some time to get used to having a whole other person constantly be around his space, requiring his attention. It's going to be a difficult ordeal, so it's totally valid to get exhausted. But once he realizes how patient and understanding she is, he'll try harder for her.

One day he'll just wake up on a random morning missing her warmth, then his mind will wander to what his life would be like without her. He'd be terrified to the point that he'll do a full 360 and become the most doting he's ever been. Well, he'll nowhere be near overbearing, but he'll at least show that he cares.

He prefers it when she has short hair or if she has longer hair—she would normally have it in an updo. He says long hair makes it itchy when he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck when cuddling. And speaking of cuddling, Nagi would love it if she was built for warm cuddling. He falls asleep in seconds like a Minecraft character.

ᯓ Reo Mikage - the down-to-earth & responsible type

One of Reo's biggest considerations when it comes to finding love is his partner's perception of money. He's insanely rich, so it's understandable that he wants to find someone who isn't going to date him solely for his bank. He's going to be wary of everyone at first, but he'll fold once he finds someone who's genuinely practical and down-to-earth. Reo will be smitten knowing that she's staying with him because of... him.

With that being said, she needs to be responsible as well. I mean, responsible in the sense that she has her life together. She works hard towards her dreams which matches his goal-oriented persona. If she's financially responsible then, even better. Make those budget spreadsheets in front of him and he'll be impressed. In the end, he spoils her anyway.

Reo's probably into the unique kind of look. She dyed her hair a fun color and wears bold fashion pieces. Minimalist tattoos and piercings are her thing. He'll definitely take pictures of her and post her on his social media—practically bragging about her. He may or may not have paid for most of her tats and piercings because he thinks they're hot.

ᯓ Kunigami Rensuke - the tough & street smart type

Kunigami is a strong-willed person before and after the wildcard. So, of course, he'd be drawn to someone of the same air. His ideal girl is someone who can handle herself in tough situations—someone with a gritty, no-nonsense attitude and a street-smart edge. She knows how to navigate the challenges of life with a cool head and a confident stride. In other words, she can fight her own battles, but appreciates that Kunigami would always be there by her side regardless.

He's attracted to her because she isn't afraid to speak up for herself or for whatever she stands for, even if it means challenging him. They both believe that actions speak louder than words and they constantly express that belief towards each other in their relationship. Together, they're the power couple that everyone aspires to be.

In terms of appearance, he's not too fussy about it. He's more attracted to the fact that she's confident in her body. But he would definitely bark for her if she was a muscle mommy. Her fashion sense is practical yet stylish, reflecting her no-fuss attitude. Kunigami loves that she can effortlessly switch between tough and tender, and he's always in awe of her versatility.

ᯓ Alexis Ness - the creative & clingy type

Ness is into the artsy girls. Doesn't really matter if it's drawing, painting, theater, or writing—as long as she possesses the creative spirit. He believes that the creation of art is magical in and of itself. It's not supernatural by any means, but the fact that she can create something with her own hands that no one else can exactly replicate baffles him. He's the biggest fan of her works—that's for sure. It's practically praise galore when he's around.

He feels the most loved when his girl expresses the desire to be around him whenever she can. Quality time and physical affection are his non-negotiables in a relationship. And unlike most people, he'd find her clinginess endearing rather than annoying. He's going to be so generous with his affection—she better be prepared to take in ALL of it.

He's also very much into girls with tattoos. The regular black ink ones are nice, but the colorful tats are amazing. Bonus points if the tattoo has sentimental value to her. I think he's also similar to Bachira in that he doesn't mind if she's taller than him. She wants to wear heels on date night? By all means, go ahead. He'll compliment her anyway.

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RAHHHHHH UGJ

I HATE SLEEPING ALONE, toji fushiguro

he hates your guts but he always calls you to warm his bed

“keep talking shit and watch how quick i kick you off this bed,” toji regretted even calling you now. it’s like every time he saw you, you always found a new way to piss him off. “oh don’t act like that! you the one always calling me over cause you can’t fall asleep without me..”

it was taking everything in him to not literally shoving you off the bed like he wanted to. luckily for you, he had a lot of self restraint. “ight, ill just start calling someone else then. since its such-“

“toji stop fucking playing with me, seriously. just go to bed cause you done already made me mad.” you moved away from him with no hesitation, he should honestly be happy you didn’t just leave him and go back home.

he chuckled lowly when he realized he struck a nerve, you were jealous. “im just playin’ princess, stop actin’ like that..” he grabbed your waist, pushing your body closer to his.

neither of you were ready to confess your love for each other just yet, but you both established that being with anyone else romantically was a dead end.

toji wouldn’t allow it, said something under the lines of ‘let me catch you entertaining any other dudes and y’all both dead, understood?’

not that you were planning to do that anyways, toji was the only one you wanted and it would stay that way.

“shit wasn’t funny toji, i almost slapped the fuck outta’ you,” the last thing you wanted was to find out he was talking to other girls, that’d just make you look like a complete idiot.

“daddy’s sorry baby, come gimmie kiss.”

guys i'm up to episode 2 of the show and it's currently eating!!!

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BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader

contents. threesomes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, handjob, pussy-eating

ft. bachira, isagi, ness, kaiser, sae, shidou

BACHIRA when isagi accidentally walks in

with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.

bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.

“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”

NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf

you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.

you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.

“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.

SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done

you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.

that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”

OMG THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!! i want kenji sato

꩜.ᐟ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ★ (𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

✶⋆.˚ sequel to fever dream

Sunlight filtered through the room, hitting Kenji square in the face. He groaned in annoyance, blindly groping around for something to bury his face in. His hands collided with something warm and (surprisingly) life-sized. He wriggled towards it, mildly enticed by the warmth emanating from it. A whisper of a sigh slipped his lips as he snuggled closer, throwing his arms over said Unidentified Warm Object and tugging it closer to his chest. Kenji was just slipping back to the loving embrace of sleep when the said bundle of warmth groaned (growled) and threw his arms off.

It took a few beats of silence and confusion for Kenji's sleep addled brain to realize that warm pillows should not be making noises and moving. He groggily opened his eyes, mentally preparing for the worst (Godzilla?!) but not expecting to see your sleeping form with your serene expression and tousled hair first thing in the morning. The man immediately stilled. Blinking rapidly, the air in his lungs quickly vacated his stiff body.

If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

His eyes ravenously took in the features of your face. Up close, you were even more beautiful than he had ever imagined. His imagination paled in contrast to the real thing. He lifted his free arm; his left held hostage beneath your neck, and used the back of his knuckles to trace the soft contours of your face, from your cheek to your jawline. The gesture was delicate, almost reverent, as if he were tracing the outline of a cherished painting.

Careful not to disturb you, Kenji shifted closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. He had absolutely no memory of last night, no recollection of how he got here (in your bed! with you in it!) but Kenji was not about to start questioning this blessing. He was quick to accept that it was simply a matter of divine intervention. He was not a religious man, but he now prayed for a future where he could wake up next to you everyday.

His musings were abruptly cut short when you stirred ever so slightly. Kenji's heart pounded so loudly, it was a wonder you had not woken up to the sound. It momentarily stopped, however, when you burrowed into his arms, slotting yourself perfectly into his chest.

Kenji has now become a firm believer in God, amazed at how quickly his prayers have been answered.

However, as with all good things, it must come to an end. Your alarm went off, jarring you from the first peaceful sleep you have had in months. You stretched your arms over your head, and sluggishly wiped the sleep from your eyes. You were not prepared for what you saw when you opened them.

Kenji Sato staring at you with unabashed adoration. "Good morning, princess." He said in a low baritone, rough with sleep. It was more electrifying than any lightning rod that could ever hit you.

You sat bolt upright, groaning when your vision swam. Kenji followed suit, his arms reaching for you to steady you. "Hey now, careful," He said, concerned. As he did so, the sheets fell away and you were faced once more with the horrifying (horrifyingly delicious) realization that Kenji was naked from the waist up. The universe apparently decided to serve breakfast early with Kenji Sato's chiseled chest and toned abs.

You blinked rapidly, the image already burned into your retinas, before you averted your gaze. "M-morning, Sato." You squeaked, your cheeks beet red. You scrambled to tame your unruly hair and double check your eyes for missed gunk. Addressing the air above Kenji's head, you said, "You just um...sleep more. I'll go get started on breakfast." You tried to climb over his ridiculously long legs to escape the confines of your bed. In your head, you only succeeded in looking like an uncoordinated baby deer.

You tripped over him, landing on the floor with a soft thud. You could feel a bruise forming already. You didn't have the courage to look back at Kenji as you all but dove for the door. Slamming it behind you, you leaned against it, sliding down onto the floor as you mulled over how embarrassing it all was. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't hear Kenji get up and follow after you.

He opened the door, and you fell back on the floor. You stared up at Kenji, upside-down. He had a shirt on now. You crushed the quick pang of disappointment in your chest.

On his face was nothing but an amused smile and a friendly glint in his eyes. "This was not how I imagined you'd fall for me," Kenji started, grinning at you and kneeling to pick you up. "But I'll take it." He said, hooking his arm through your legs and hoisting you up securely in his chest.

He carried you into your kitchen and gently deposited you on the island bar. Kenji planted his hands firmly on either side of you, "Sit there, pretty. I'll fix breakfast for us." He said, flashing you a charming smile before turning his broad back on you and rummaging through your small pantry.

You protested, of course. "W-wait, you're...ah...you're sick. You're supposed to be on bed rest." You jumped off the island bar, following on his heels.

"Do blueberry pancakes sound good to you?" Kenji asked, scooping up flour, milk, butter, and eggs into one arm.

"Yes...ugh...Kenji, that's not the point!"

Kenji laid out the ingredients into the counter and rummaged through his teammate's purchases for the blueberry and oranges. He knew Daisuke would have brought him some fruits. "I'll replenish your groceries later, baby." He said, resuming his quest to cook you breakfast despite your complaints.

Groceries were the least of your concerns right now.

"You're sick! Come on, let's get you back to bed." You grumbled, tugging on his arm. Kenji did not budge. Instead, he leaned down close enough for you to check his vitals. "I'm all better, bunny. Come feel." He said affectionately. Unconvinced, you pressed a hand to his forehead. He wasn't lying, it turned out. Kenji didn't have the heart to tell you that due to his genetics, he could bounce back from illness just as quickly.

"Had the best doctor in town to fix me up, see." Kenji added, and his words once more setting your face ablaze.

Kenji thought you looked positively delicious with the rosy pink hue that was constantly coating your cheeks. He derived great pleasure in knowing that he could make you blush sooo easily. He immediately vowed to take advantage of this for his personal gain.

"Satisfied, princess?" He asked, arching an inquiring eyebrow at you.

You peered up at him. "I suppose," You replied reluctantly.

"Good," He grunted. "Now sit your pretty ass back down and let me serve you," He said in a tone that brooked no argument. You bit your lip. Well, how could you argue with that? Kenji's heart soared when he saw you comply obediently, taking your seat on one of the stools on the island bar. Good God, you were being so good for him.

The rest of the hour passed without incident. Kenji cooked in relative peace, the silence punctuated only by your recollection of the events that transpired the night before and the rustle of paperwork as you tried to catch up with the readings you missed.

Kenji's blueberry pancakes were fluffy and tasted like heaven in your mouth. The man even slid a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice your way. He watched from the corner of his eye as you ooohed and aaahed with every bite. It was fucking adorable.

"Sorry the team had to inconvenience you last night," Kenji said as he placed a second serving on your plate. He swooned at how cute your cheeks were as they bulged with the meal he'd made. He's liable to suffer a heart attack at this rate.

You gulped down harshly, downing it with a swig of orange juice. "No worries," You said, smiling. "You were an easy patient."

Kenji mirrored your smile. "That's good to know. I didn't do or say anything...weird, did I?"

You inhaled sharply, "Er..." Your mind flashed back to the way he held you and the words he whispered desperately in his sleep. You shook your head. "No...you were perfect."

Kenji hummed. "If you say so, darling."

For the nth time, you flushed at the pet name. Kenji's restraint was fraying at how adorable you were. He remembered everything. He may have been a little woozy from the cold medicine but he remembered.

"Pity," He said softly, reaching over to wipe off syrup from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Coulda sworn I confessed my undying love for you last night." He added, keeping eye contact with you.

It appeared that with Kenji around, your cheeks would remain burning. "Y-you...were..." You stammered, surprised. "You were loopy from the meds. I didn't think...much of it."

"Well, do think about it, princess," Kenji said, licking the syrup off his thumb. "We can reconvene later when I pick you up for our date."

"Huh?"

Kenji merely smiled at you, before turning back to his pancakes. "Ya heard me."

Your brain had stopped working. Short-circuited. Even as Kenji cleared the plates and washed the dishes, even as you got yourself ready for the day, even as you walked Kenji to your door and bade him goodbye, it still hadn't fully registered in your mind.

"Wear your favorite dress. I'll pick you up at 7 pm." Kenji said at the door, his parting words before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "See you later, bunny."

You walked to all of your classes in a daze.

Well, would you look at that? Kenji caught the flu, you caught yourself a boyfriend.

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