Yall....

yall....

told you it was him

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the last sentence has me SCREAMINGG RARGHH GIVE HIM TO MEEE

stop and stare ー Ken Sato rockstar au.

wherein someone in the crowd catches the eye of kenji sato, the lead guitarist and main vocalist of the band kaijus.

rakista kenji so real. sfw, gn!reader, band!au. UNEDITED

the cheers started when each of the band members made their way up to the stage, but the volume of the screams only reached their climax when kenji sato made his way towards the center with his white electric guitar, a small wave directed to the crowd, and his million-dollar smile.

finally done prepping their instruments and themselves, their first song started with a beat from the drums, with the rhythm guitarist following its lead. kenji sato held the mic with one hand and his guitar with the other as he leaned in to the mic to sing.

ー "the mirror's image tells me its own time. but, i'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side."

you had your hand up high, holding your phone while it recorded the band. you were a few rows behind the barricade, right at the middle, parallel to where kenji sato was singing.

ー "and as i arrived i thought i saw you leaving, carryin' your shoes,"

kenji was swinging his hips slowly as he sung and strummed his guitar, his rings reflecting the light of the spotlight that he was under. his eyes kept wandering within the crowd, looking at the row that was furthest from the stage before flicking his sight to the ones at front.

ー "decided that once again i was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you."

he took a step away from the mic before dropping his head low along with his torso for a headbang, before coming up to the mic, his rings scratching onto the windscreen.

ー "now it's three in the morning, and i'm try'na change your mind,"

you lowered your hand and stopped your phone from recording to stare at the way his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar.

ー "left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply,"

it was as if kenji's body was in complete sync with the song that his band was playing; the way his chest rose and fell after and before every lyric that he sung, his hair, untamable, swaying and dropping to his face while he moved his head to the rythym.

ー ""why'd you only call me when you're high?""

you sung along.

ー ""hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?""

you were absolutely starstruck. working overtime at your job was definitely worth it just to afford vip tickets for your first concert now that you're in the middle of kaiju's crowd with kenji sato singing his heart out in front of you.

ー "somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite. i need a partner, well, are you out tonight? it's harder and harder to get you to listen, more i get through the gears."

you watched him, not caring of the pushes that the people beside you gave you out of their own excitedness. staring at him, the way he ran his hand through his hair for the nth time, and the way that his black-colored eyes ran it's way through the crowdー

ー "incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas."

before it landed on you.

ー "now it's three in the mornin' and i'm try'na change your mind,"

your lips parted and your breath hitched at the eye contact. he was staring right at you.

ー "left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply,"

his eyes quickly broke the contact, making you remember that you were actually allowed to breathe. you ran your hand through the side of your hair, tucking it behind your ear as an attempt to compose yourself.

ー ""why'd you only call me when you're high?""

without missing a beat, his eyes were on you again. flustered, you looked away to see the bassist smiling as they played, then your eyes were back to looking at him.

ー ""hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?""

to your surprise, his eyes were still on you. you felt as if there was a spotlight on you, too. everyone else, including the music that was playing, were nothing but background noise to you at the moment. kenji sato was looking at you.

taking a deep breath, you looked up at him and smiled, mouthing a simple "hello," to the vocalist.

you saw kenji sato smile from ear to ear before leaning into the microphone. "hello, baby."

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.

Author's note: Watchuthink? Lemme knooow! Thank you! 💓🎀

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?

MICHAEL HAS ME ROARING

when you take pictures in his phone

character(s) : sae, rin, kaiser

warning(s) : none

a/n : this is another repost from my old acc!!

SAE ITOSHI

usually, sae itoshi would be pissed off if someone touched his posessions without his permission

but with you, it’s a different story

maybe it’s partially his fault for inviting you out for dinner after his practice session

he shouldn’t have asked you to come to along with him knowing full well you would get bored

but he did, and that’s how he ends up scrolling through his photo album, dozens of selfies of you fill the 3x3 layout

if it’s anyone else, sae will not hesitate to insult their…photography techniques and immediately delete the photos

but this is you, his long-time friend and maybe—sae wishes in his heart— something even more than that

he looks up at you with a deadpan expression, trying to formulate the words to tell you off, but he doesn’t have the spirit to do that

“y/n, what is this?” he starts

“well, y’know, i got bored so i decided to pass time by messing with your phone. i didn’t get the chance to delete the pics but you can delete them now,” you admit

sae feels his heart drop for making you feel guilty about something seemingly harmless. but to be fair, he has no rizz doesn’t know how to react to situations like these, you are simply too cute

from the look your face, sae knows you think he’s mad at you when in fact, it’s quite the opposite

he finds your pictures stunning. you are softly smiling in them, sometimes even winking playfully

the poses and hand gestures in the photos are iconic, although the 0.5x zooms are his favorites

he has to resist the urge to set one as his lockscreen (but sadly you two were only friends for now)

sae decides, that one day he would tell you his feelings but until then he’ll continue giving you…hints

“why would i delete those pics? you look cute,” he locks his phone and stuff it in his pocket

sae’s decision to keep the pics is final as he beckons you out of the facility and into his car

you follow along with a blushing face and a stuttering heart

and oh- is that a smile on his face?

RIN ITOSHI

rin is scowling when he catches you red-handed as you take selfies on his phone

in your defense, it’s a joke, and you are planning on deleting the pictures

you’re good friends with rin, and naturally, you assume it’s okay for you to do that. you do that to all your other friends all the time, so there shouldn’t be a problem with rin, right?

you’re midway through pressing the round button for another selfie when you feel a presence next to you

you don’t even need to turn your head to know who it is, considering rin’s black hair is in the frame of the camera

you hurriedly put down the phone and immediately start to select the previously taken photos with the intent of deleting them

“what are you doing?” he questions as he peers down at your administrations

you regret your previous actions, considering this is itoshin rin, the most blunt person you know.

perhaps he doesn’t find this as funny or casual as you think he will

“i’m deleting these photos, sorry for invading your privacy,” you unconsciously pouts and he notices it

“what? hey, no, don’t do that,” he snatches his phone away from your grip

“why not? you’re obviously upset,” you gesture towards the scowl on his face

“i’m not upset, i just have a resting bitch face,” he clarifies, not daring to look at your face.

“it’s just…if you do this again, i want to take pics with you, too.”

“oh,” you raised your eyebrows, dumbfounded

OH. MY. GOD. HE WANTS TO WHAT???

“so you wanna take pics with me, huh?” a smug expression appears on your face.

rin stares back unimpressed

“i’m deleting these pics,” he selects all the pictures threateningly

“no don’t!!!” it was your turn to stop him now

MICHAEL KAISER

kaiser loves to tease you at any chance he gets

so when he catches you taking selfies on his phone, he is ready to make an embarassment out of you

but considering he’s head over heels for you himself, he thinks maybe he won’t embarrass you too much and let you off the hook for once

and besides, you’re quite bold for taking the michael kaiser’s phone and filling it with pictures of yourself, if he isn’t intrigued by you before, he definitely is now

so when you hear kaiser’s laid back tone calliing for your attention, you immediately hide his phone away from view, hoping that you would be able to delete your pics in time

but kaiser is faster, and he easily snatches the phone away from your seemingly vice grip

“daring to take pictures of yourself on my phone, i see?” he smirks and you so desperately want to wipe it off his face

“just delete those pics then,” you retort back knowing full well you’re in the wrong

“i never said anything about not liking them,” he teases, handing the phone back to you

“since you wanna take pics so much, let’s take one together,” he continues after seeing the perplexed look on your face

your eyes widen but you obey nonetheless, extending your arm to capture both of you in the frame

meanwhile, kaiser takes this opportunity to make you more flustered than you already are

he gingerly wraps his arms around you waist and pulls you close and proceeds to hide his face in the crook of your neck

the only thing visible to the camera was his side profile and the cocky smirk that still adorns his face

the proximity made you nervous and you hope he doesn’t make out your quickened heartbeat

you could feel kaiser’s hot breath on your collarbones and since when did his cologne smell so good???

“are you gonna take the picture or not?” he speaks up, breaking your train of thought

“of course i am,” you clear your throat

you internally hold your breath as you snap a pic and try to detangle yourself from kaiser right after

“hey, where are you going? i never told you to take just one,” kaiser holds you back in place

the way he looks at you tells you everything you need to know : he’s already figured out your little crush on him, hasn’t he?

ok wtf this is so cute... i'm reading bllk fanfics but i've never watched it and have to search up the players names every 2 scnds to remember what they look like...

running your fingers through their hair

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafuné is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long ♥

event masterlist

Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

rin’s eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you. 

“excuse me?”

his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair. 

“not in a bad way, baby. i just mean you’re like a puppy when you want my attention,” you giggled a little, and if rin didn’t love the sound so much, he would have berated you. 

“that’s absolutely not true.”

“it is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didn’t even showered, rin.”

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

you smile mischievously. “oh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.”

rin’s grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldn’t resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?

you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. “you’re also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.”

his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

you giggled again. “so why didn’t you leave my lap then?”

his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. “…what.”

smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin — your rin — like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.

“i said, if you hate me, then why didn’t you leave my lap?”

his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them. 

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriend’s head.

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him — as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.

“of course,” you said. and your mind completed silently: i’d keep going forever if it made you happy.

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend. 

despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasn’t the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t physically present because of away games — because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions. 

however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone. 

especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear. 

“liebling? you okay?”

it was one of kaiser’s rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasn’t possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.

but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it can’t get shittier, it does.

you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.

“whoa!” the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. “what is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?”

his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.

eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.

“you feeling any better?” he asked in a low tone.

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

the blond only hummed. “do you… want to talk about it?”

you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you. 

you slowly shook your head. “jus’ had a really bad day. but it’s okay now.”

his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. “yeah?” 

michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

reo’s body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since he’d always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

“reo, you’re heavy,” you groaned, teasing him. “get off me!”

“give a guy a break, will you?” he whined. “i’m tired.”

your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. he’d rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen. 

“is mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didn’t know this light exercise could make you so…”

your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. “babe!”

you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didn’t really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one. 

“sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldn’t agree more. 

your love made him silly, but he didn’t hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities — heck, even the whole world. and he didn’t mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.

“what are you thinking about?” the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom. 

“what makes you think i’m thinking about something?”

though reo couldn’t see you, he knew you rolled your eyes. 

“it’s usually how the human mind works, honey,” you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. “besides, you’re always so chatty, talking my ear off—”

“hey!”

“—so it always concerns me when you get quiet.”

the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didn’t have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.

“it’s just… i’m thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,” he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours. 

“but when i think about you, love… when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, i’m sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. it’s always been you. it will always be.”

your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didn’t even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining. 

you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:

“it’s always been you, too.”

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