Intrusive Thoughts (hayato Suo X Reader)

⋆🌷🫧⋆｡° intrusive thoughts 💭₊˚ෆ (hayato suo x reader)

collab piece for amor's event, ORQUÍDEAS

PENSAMIENTOS INTRUSIVOS - yesterday, today, tomorrow; unwanted thoughts oftentimes linger through your mind. after rough experiences with love, he's more than ready to show you how much he loves you to make those intrusive thoughts fly away.

✿ contains: very suggestive content (towards the end), mentions of previous toxic relationships, slight angst (with comfort), f!reader, suo being a hopeless romantic (fluff) ✿ a/n: first time joining an event (so honored to join, thank you amor!) and writing a full piece dedicated for suo ♡ for my suo girlies out there, ya'll are among the sweetest and nicest people! you deserve suo's unconditional love~ ✿ wc: 1.1k

yesterday ── ✧

you've never known a guy as mature as suo. in fact, all you've ever known are rowdy immature guys who have no plans, no vision for the future, and no idea how to treat a woman right. 

however, suo is a pure contrast to all of them. at first glance, one would say he's an absolute gentleman. disciplined, extremely intelligent, perceptive, and not to mention handsome. truly the perfect package.

the only catch? he is too good to be true. suo is the most mysterious and enigmatic person you've ever met. it also didn't help that he has a reputation for being a tease and a bit of a liar. 

it's true that he has lied quite a lot, but never about his feelings for you. 

suo professed his love for you months ago, and had started courting you for quite some time now. he knew you wanted him as well, even though you refused to give in to him out of your own personal trust issues with men in the past, which made it difficult for you to believe him.

you didn't believe suo when he told you he could treat you right, like the empress that you are. 

you didn't believe suo when he said he'd give you the world, make you feel special like you deserve.  

you didn't believe suo when he said that things would be different with him. he says that he would love you with his whole heart, and take you up the staircase to adulthood, whatever that meant.

"prove it to me." you challenged, with no expectations in your thoughts, as flowery words only meant so little to you. 

his reply was steady, full of confidence. 

"of course, darling. for you, i'll do whatever it takes." 

he calls you his 'darling' like he means it, and looks at you like you were the most precious rare jewel in the world.

suo’s words were promising, but you knew better than to fall for mere promises. you had been let down one too many times before. if he wanted your trust, he would have to earn it.

actions spoke louder than words, so he would have to find a way to convince you. you've been through so much heartbreak and toxicity that you just found yourself so hesitant to let anyone else in. 

today ── ✧

they definitely didn't call suo a "master of negotiation" for nothing. 

he showed up to your home with a large bouquet of flowers, a mix of reds and purples, which perfectly complemented his burgundy toned hair.

"what's this for?" you ask, perplexed at him suddenly gifting you with such an eloquent set of flowers. they seemed like they cost a fortune too. the bouquet was wrapped in embossed paper and high quality silk ribbons, because suo wanted only the best for you.

"these orchids are a symbol of your elegance and beauty, these roses are a symbol of my passion and desire for you, and the heliotropes represent my everlasting devotion." suo explains, handing the flowers over to you.

he is obviously well-versed in flower language. could this man be any more perfect? 

a mixture of wonder and disbelief were reflected in your eyes. "for me?" you admire each beautiful fresh flower, softly running your fingertips through the petals. 

none of your past lovers had ever gotten you flowers before, and one of them even once forgot your birthday. so this was something totally new to you. 

"you told me to convince you, so here i am, trying to convince you." he smiled, his charming, captivating, signature suo smile. 

you blush at his gesture. "thank you suo, you really didn't have to, but that's very thoughtful of you." 

"do i get a kiss as a token of gratitude?" suo asks, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leans in slightly.

you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "don’t push it, hayato." you reply.

suo’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback not only by the way you casually used his first name but also by the unexpected moment when you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

maybe suo really is a better negotiator than you thought. well, he certainly had his way of convincing you, that's for sure. 

tomorrow ── ✧

you weren't certain when you started to notice it, but the pain of heartache that had once felt so overwhelming now seemed like a fading shadow. gradually replaced by a quiet sense of peace, as if your heart was finally learning to heal and make room for something new, something better.

something like hayato suo. 

both of you were definitely ready to take the next step, imagining a future together. (maybe this was what he meant by the 'staircase to adulthood' that he kept talking about so much.)

he cherished you dearly, his kisses always so soft and gentle. he held you with tender fingers, like you were fine china. night after night, he lapped at you hungrily, like you were the sweetest tea he'd ever drank. in suo's bed the both of you lay, him basking in your beautiful afterglow. 

"you're so cute." he said, stroking your hair. "but you know what would make you even cuter? if i kiss you right now." 

"is kissing all you ever think about, hayato?" you sigh.

suo shrugs. "ever since i fell in love with you, yes, i believe it's all i ever think about."

"how did you end up falling for me, hm?" you nuzzle against his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

"i'm not sure, either. maybe you put some type of love potion in my tea?" he replies to you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"stop, i did not, that seems more like something you would do, hayato!" you giggle, playfully giving him a light shove on the shoulder. 

he chuckles in response and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "the ancient spirit in my eye says we should kiss now."

curious, you tilted your head and ask, "did it now? tell me, what's really under your eyepatch, anyway?" 

"darling, you already saw what's under my clothes and now you want to see what's under my eyepatch, too?" his gaze locks in with yours, a teasing glint present in suo's eye. 

before you could respond, he presses his lips against yours. afterwards, suo proceeded to place a kiss on your ring finger that is adorned with an antique promise ring. a matching set to his antique earrings, which he slid around your finger the moment you told him you were ready to accept his affections. 

you have suo totally and irrevocably wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively. he has always promised himself to you since yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.

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WIND BREAKER | hands rated E for everyone

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of what the boys think when dating someone who knows how to fight/isn’t afraid to start one

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! slight violence, cute content of the boys being impressed and slightly worried for your safety

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❀ he’s in shock when he finds out you used to box as a kid growing up

❀ never would’ve imagined that you out of all people know how to fight (mainly because how gentle you are towards him)

❀ he’s been tempted before to ask you to fight him so he can test out your strength

❀ “no sakura, isn’t that domestic violence? we don’t do that.” he’d scold himself in his head

❀ he will unintentionally check you out at times trying to figure out how strong/athletic you are

❀ wonders if you can kick his ass

❀ he’s so curious on who’s stronger between you two

❀ stares in awe when he sees you punch someone

❀ he’s like an excited kid when he sees you fight for the first time

❀ gets flattered if you ever pick a fight over him

❀ will blush if you come to save him (even though he doesn’t need the protection)

❀ he’s highkey your number one fan/supporter and fails to hide it

❀ bro is geeking once you ask him if he’d like to see you train

❀ he thinks you’re super cool but won’t admit it due to shyness

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❀ was surprised when he saw you sucker punch some guy who was harassing you

❀ you’re not really a reactive or angry person so fighting is rare for you

❀ he’s relieved you know how to defend yourself

❀ likes how you don’t really resort to violence although you can/have the option

❀ he’s not too excited over knowing since almost everyone he knows can fight

❀ doesn’t really treat you any differently

❀ makes sure you know you have him to protect you now

❀ “i’m glad you can keep yourself safe, remember I’m also here to protect you.”

❀ warms his heart when he sees you get riled up for him

❀ calms you down with hugs

❀ is caught off guard once you tell him he can rely on you

❀ “don’t worry Ume, you have me now to save you!”

❀ smiles in response knowing he can handle himself

❀ is still flattered you’re willing to go the extra mile for him

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❀ is amazed by your fighting style

❀ cheerful whenever you win a fight and congratulates you

❀ prefers if you don’t fight

❀ will talk you out of a fight before it escalates

❀ he knows you can handle yourself but can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt

❀ will tend to your wounds if you ever do get hurt

❀ will be on stand by during any fight you have to ensure you don’t get badly injured

❀ “it’s not worth it, let’s go. i’ll buy you some ice cream.”

❀ will calm your nerves/anger by letting you vent it out and being there for you

❀ “you’re so passionate.” he’ll usually smile at you and ruffle your hair

❀ gets flattered if you ever get mad for him but lets you know it’s okay

❀ “don’t worry so much about me, i don’t really care as long as you’re okay.”

❀ you both feel very safe around each other

❀ you’ve become a lot more gentle around him

❀ you don’t really start fights anymore which he’s grateful for since he prioritizes your safety

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❀ he’s slightly amused by it

❀ very impressed but won’t say much since he doesn’t want encourage you

❀ only cares if you get hurt

❀ most people stopped bothering you when they heard you were dating Togame

❀ he’s glad he knows you can take care of yourself when he’s not around

❀ he’ll personally take on your battles so you don’t have to

❀ doesn’t want anyone to bug you

❀ shocked when he catches you defending him

❀ his heart melts since he’s not used to having someone else wanting to protect him

❀ doesn’t feel alone with you

❀ despite him being so much larger than you he can’t help but feel safe around you

❀ don’t expect him to admit that, he won’t

❀ maybeeee he’ll admit it in private when you’re sleeping/napping against him

❀ is impressed by how you’re able to control your emotions at most times

❀ tells anyone who tries to start something went you off

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

❀ bro is geeking over it

❀ expect him to be there at all your fights

❀ isn’t above cheering you on

❀ “GET HERRRR (y/n)!!”

❀ “shouldn’t you stop that?” “…am i supposed to?”

❀ is bolting to go find you anytime someone comes up to him while saying “Choji, (y/n) is fighting again.”

❀ doesn’t really mind your fights as long as you’re not losing yourself during it

❀ seriously is your #1 fan

❀ will break up the fight if it goes on for too long

❀ definitely wants to make sure it’s over before anything too rash happens

❀ he’s lowkey in awe

❀ stares at you with admiration whenever he sees you practicing or training

❀ he’s still your #1 fan even after you stop fighting so much

❀ falls even harder for you after you defend him from strangers

❀ he’s still insecure about his past reputation so seeing you be so defensive over him makes him feel loved

❀ he’s glad he has someone as strong as you in his corner (not just physically strong but emotionally strong as well)

i have something inappropriate to say…

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Everything You

ren kaji x idol!reader

✰ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 1.8k

✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: obsessed!kaji, soft yandere!kaji, idol!reader, parasocial relationship, obsession, male masturbation, hand-job, dom!kaji, facial, cum eating, toxic behaviour, violence (not against reader), creepy behaviour, kaji scares you a little at the end :// but he means so well, he just wants to protect you <33 all chars are aged up

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Kaji who’s just so so so obsessed with his favourite pretty little idol.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, no. But they never really do, do they? Just get caught up so caught up that they don’t even know the path their heart has led them down. Don’t know what to do when they’ve fallen so deep into the trap of dazzling cameras and flashing lights.

For Kaji, it all starts out rather simple– too simple, almost. A friend leaning over his shoulder, phone screen propped up in his hand. A picture of your face, your blinding smile on full display as his friend prattles on about you. Everything you, really.

In the moment, he has no amount of care for you in his bones. Right then he simply rolls his eyes at the other man, pulls his headphones back in place. Effectively shuts out the rest of the world just as he always does. He’s never cared about idols before– especially not popular ones like yourself. So why should he this time? Just ‘cause his friend finds you cute?

Whatever.

Yeah, in that moment he pretends to forget all about you. Cussing at his friend, effectively telling him to ‘fuck off with his useless shit’-- his words, of course. Yet, your name. That pretty little smile, the one that makes him feel almost electric continues to run through his brain.

Continues to rattle around behind his eyes, continues to force its way inside of his conscious with no remorse. No matter how loud he turns up his headphones, how hard he swings his fists, your name continues to irk him like a stupid fucking shadow.

For a week it goes on. For a whole week it feels like you’re haunting him like a shadow.

Never before had he noticed all of your posters. The ones in convenience stores advertising drinks, the motivational ones in cafe’s telling him to cheer up with that little pout on your lips. Your arm held up in a gentle flex. Never before had he noticed your advertisements on tv. Staff making you all dolled up to promote something stupid like a fried chicken chain.

Turns out the entire world is utterly engulfed by everything you.

He finally gives in after seeing one of your CDs at a record store. Finally gives in after a week of hell– your presence leaking into his soul to the point he simply could no longer avoid it. Could no longer hold back from googling your name, listening to your music, watching your performances, watching your interviews, reading your articles, following your accounts, finding out who your staff are–

He doesn’t sleep that night. Doesn't think he can with how his heart is racing, his head is pounding. He feels like he’s dying. Is this a heart attack? Is he going to pass on? What the fuck is he feeling? What is making him feel like he’s falling into insanity?

And thus is the birth of your biggest fan, Ren Kaji. <3

Not that he tells anyone, anyway. Why the fuck should he tell anyone? It’s not light they have the right to know. They don’t have the right to know anything about him– much less what his headphones are playing.

It’s always you, of course. All of your albums play on loop through his headphones. Over and over again. Never stopping for even a second. The classic rock he used to listen to all but forgotten in the face of everything you.

Your voice just as sweet as the candy he eats religiously, your face just as pretty as the sunset over the horizon. Your very existence comes as close to the importance of the very oxygen he breathes.

No one can really blame him for falling so easily, honestly. No one can blame him for falling for a piece of safety, a piece of calmness in the world he normally enjoys being so rough. For so easily siding with your charms. Especially whenever he attends your concerts. When it feels like you’re singing just to him.

When your face lights up whenever it crosses his in the audience, when you shoot him a wink that almost caused him to die from the all-consuming heat that surrounded his very being. His face is hot, red. The lollipop in his mouth breaking as he clenches his jaw, hard shards of glittery candy falling uselessly against his tongue.

You noticed him. You know him. Maybe you could come to like him too?

The moment was perfect. Maybe a start to some sort of cheesy romantic-comedy in his head. The start to getting to know you, being your friend. Protecting you.

But of course the fucking guy standing next to him had to ruin it all. Whining so excitedly that the wink was sent at him instead. That you, a practical goddess, would ever give attention to some fucking low life like him? Some fucking perverse creep who didn’t truly understand your beauty. Understand you.

Fucking disgusting.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end like a romantic movie would. You did not invite him backstage, nor did he leave with your number scribbled across his palm. It left with him being escorted off the premises. The pervert’s blood on his fist.

He doesn’t regret taking the swing. What? Was he just supposed to let that shit slide? Of fucking course not. He’s not about to let anyone else get delusional about you. No, and that wink was definitely meant for him. Not that creep.

He’s sure of it.

He’s sure of a lot of things he probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.

Especially when he wraps his hand around his cock at night. When he imagines it’s your cute little hand wrapped around him instead of his own. When he buries his face into a towel he caught at one of your shows– the gentle scent of your perfume still lingering across the surface. The same towel he sleeps with under his pillow every night.

Someday it’ll be you laying next to him. At least that’s what he hopes. His dreams during the day spilling into something else during the night. Hopes that one day his admiration for you can turn into something more. Hopes that one day he’ll get to have you on his bed, your cute little frame kneeling between his legs as he rests against the headboard.

Hopes to see your flushed little face, eyes half-lidded, already fucked out and submissive just for him. Hopes to coach you through touching his cock with his own hands. Showing you how to wrap your fingers around the base– how your hand wouldn’t even be able to make it all the way around his girth.

Imagines the way you would whine quickly, his hand guiding you up and down his length. Squeezing it just the way he likes you to. Watches the way your thumb would flick cutely over the tip, rubbing his precum around the head. Teasing him just like a brat would.

Seeing your cute little expression as you move your head close to his cock, following his directions so well as you open your mouth, tongue falling out as you prepare to taste his cum. White hot streams of it shooting from his cock, coating your face. Your tongue, lips, cheeks– hell maybe even a glob of it could land on your eye. Shit. That would be a sight.

The cute little giggle that would leave your lips as your messy hand would come up, the little “Oopsies~” That would leave your lips as you wipe it off, bringing it to your lips. Licking your hand clean as he comes down from his high. How you’d smile to yourself, proud little waves of excitement radiating from your form.

The way he’d give sugar-coated insults, pulling you back up his body for a rough kiss. One that told you that you can’t get too big a head or else he might have to do something about it. The way the fresh smell of your shampoo would run through the very air he breathes. That same gentle smell that reminds him of forest flowers in a delicate bloom.

It’s only then that reality returns to him. A mess in his hands, your towel pressed against his nose as he remembers that he still has to make all of that a reality. So he can protect you from those guys like at the concert. Hell, so he can protect you from the rest of the world.

It’s those feelings that drive him to do something rash. Something just a tad bit extreme. Well, it really is too bad that the sane part of him is long gone. The need to protect you driving him to buy more copies of your newest album than he can count. The part of him that scowers each copy for a ticket to your handshake event. The part of him that buys up any extra tickets that he can online.

The part of him that makes him stand back until the rest of your fans finish their turns. Holding place at the back of the line– kind enough to still let everyone else have their turns. Let the rest of your fans greet you, say their thanks. They are important to your career, afterall, and he isn’t dumb enough to keep the normal ones away from you. Even if just a little part of him wants to.

But as the clock ticks on and the line wains down, he can’t help but feel restless. Can’t stop his heels from rocking to his toes, his fingers fiddling with loose threads inside of his hoodie pockets. Can’t help but feel annoyed as he is kept from you longer and longer.

Ah, you have no clue the relief he feels when it’s finally his turn. When he takes all of the handshake tickets out of his pocket, places them on the table in front of you with force before reaching his hand out to hold yours.

The shock evident on your face is something he’s never seen before. The way your eyes slowly lift to him, take in his full face for the first time. He’ll never forget it. He could never forget anything to do with you.

Hundreds of handshake tickets sit between your bodies. Each one lasting for a duration of 10 seconds.

You gulp quietly, a shaky smile spreading to your lips as you slowly clasp his hand into your own, shaking it slowly. Eyes darting to your manager and your security for only a second before returning back to him. Silence hanging heavy, your voice bleeding ever-so-softly through the headphones around his neck.

The lollipop rolling in his mouth, waiting for you. Surrounded by everything you.

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

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How do you think the reader’s relationship with Suo both meeting while she’s out to get food for her and her sister. She’s genuinely kind and caring overall like Tanjiro from kny. How do you think they’ll get together? She’s helpful and won’t hesitate to protect those in need especially her younger siblings. She’s got a strong sense of smell acknowledging how others feel. Ty!

A To-Go Order (& Missing Utensils) | Hayato Suo x Reader

Word Count: 1233

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୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x Reader feat. very brief mentions of Haruka Sakura and Akihiko Nirei (when are they not, let's be so honest)

୨ৎ Song Inspiration: Hypotheticals by Lake Street Drive

୨ৎ Warnings: mdni, fluff, f!reader, ooc (definitely ooc sorry ah), swearing – if I’ve missed one, I apologize + please let me know!

୨ৎ Note: Ahh ty for the request my dearest anon! I am going to be so honest – I have never watched Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (and I’m so embarrassed bc I just saw the latest like animated arc and it looks so good) BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not familiar with the character! I hope I do your request justice ahhhh!!! And I'm so sorry this took so long ahhhh!! Also, if I dip down into my eldest sister trauma well ... it makes it more genuine, right? ♡

Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks? And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.

Suo hears you first before he sees you.

Maybe it’s the tone of your voice or the irritated tap of your foot on the floor, but somehow, someway you’ve got him intrigued within just a couple minutes of being in your presence.

You’re on the phone with your sister, lightly scolding her for being so reckless. She was a wild card, that girl, and when she’d heard about an easy and trendy way to cut her bangs from her friends, well, she’d only be able to confirm that it’s true if she tried it, right?

Wrong – so fucking wrong.

It was not easy, and it didn’t look trendy – and now it was you paying the price for it.

She’s sobbing so loud into your ear that you have to turn your volume down to the lowest it can go, but even that’s not enough, and at some point, you can’t help it – you blow up.

She’s no stranger to your lectures (she’s on the receiving end more often than not), but you’d told her not to do it. You’d told her that she’d hate having bangs. You’d told her to sit on the idea for a couple of days before committing to it.

But what does she do? What any good sister would do! Absolutely ignore you! Even though deep down she probably knew you were right!

You sigh, fingers massaging your temple as you shut your eyes for a quick fix of relief.

“... I’ll be home in a bit, okay? It’s not the end of the world, I promise. Now – what do you want from that Monjayaki place that you like so much?”

Suo watches the way that you smile into the phone, no doubt at the response of whoever you’re speaking to, but the smile on your lips is so warm and so fond that he gets just a bit distracted.

A small laugh leaves your lips as you repeat your sister’s order, and you end the call with, “Okay, got it. No more crying, ‘kay? I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit. Also … please put the scissors down – I’ll fix it when I get home.”

He watches the way you order, politely and respectfully, before taking a seat at the table right across from him, Sakura, Nirei, Kiryu, and Tsugeura.

He watches the way you cross your legs and take in the surroundings of the restaurant as you wait, before making eye contact with him.

He sends a small, practiced smile your way before turning his attention back to his friends.

Internally, though, Suo is just the slightest ashamed because he hadn’t meant to stare at you for so long. But, as long as you didn’t know – it was fine, right?

From his peripheral, he can see the way that you continue to stare at him in confusion before ultimately looking away, and he lets out the tiniest sigh of relief.

That … that was a close one.

He tries, truly, but he just can’t. 

He just can’t stop glancing over at you. You’d piqued his interest and he couldn’t understand why.

The cashier tells you it’ll just be a couple more minutes, but you’re quickly shaking your head at them with a smile and telling them not to worry and to take their time.

And Suo can't stop wondering – because how can someone like you effortlessly exude such an air of compassion and love?

As an afterthought, Suo wonders what it would be like to be on the receiving end of it.

Your order is completed much too fast for his liking because now you’re standing up and thanking them as you grab the bag and head for the exit, and Suo feels conflicted because he’s never ever been so curious about a stranger like this before and – 

You turn around as you slip out the door, intent on getting one last glance at him before you leave, but you aren’t expecting Suo to also be looking at you.

The last thing he sees is your mouth dropping in surprise and your eyes widening before the door closes – and then it’s over.

Whatever was happening between the two of you is over.

And – Suo shouldn’t feel any sort of loss from this but he does.

He ponders, briefly, if he’s missed out on something wonderful.

But he’s distracted, too distracted, apparently, to hear Sakura ask, “Who’re ya lookin’ at?”

He’s brought back to his surroundings by the soft nudge of Nirei’s shoulder, and he blinks.

“Ah, sorry Sakura-kun. Just in my thoughts, that’s all.”

Suo’s tone is friendly but firm, leaving no room for discussion.

He’d never see you again, probably, so he let that strange feeling of regret settle somewhere deep and hidden in his conscience.

He’ll get over it, he’s sure, but then he hears the cashier mutter under their breath, “Oh… I think I forgot to add utensils in there…”

Suo never lets his heart lead. Never. In fact, he can’t remember the last time that he did.

So, he’s not too sure what’s leading him now to politely excuse himself from the table or to offer the cashier his aid in delivering the utensils to you.

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t – there’s no reason to. He doesn’t work here, he doesn’t know you, but if there’s one thing Suo’s good at, it’s reading people.

And he can’t imagine how disappointed you’ll be when you get home, only to find out that they’ve forgotten to pack your utensils.

Because – and this is a stretch, he knows this – but what if you didn’t have any utensils at home? How would whoever you were on the phone with be able to enjoy this delightful meal without said fork and spoon and chopsticks?

And he doesn’t want to imagine what devastation and sadness look like on a lovely face like yours.

But when he goes to open the door – 

You’re standing right outside, hand outstretched to grab the handle and a startled look on your face.

He glances down at your hand while you glance at his – and you note the neatly wrapped-up utensils in his hand.

It’s as if time stops for just a moment as you both stand there in shock – and when your eyes meet… well, it just feels right.

“Oh I –”

“Sorry, I –”

You accidentally cut him off, and it’s awkward and uncoordinated and cute.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, you let out a breathless, airy laugh as you look away.

“Would you like to go first?” Suo teases, and your mouth drops open just a tiny bit at his tone.

Because who was this guy? Who’d been staring holes into your head? And who’d caught your eye once more before you left?

“I… Sorry, um, I just… Do I know you? Because you were looking at me an awful lot earlier and I don’t want to be rude,” you explain, albeit a bit flustered.

Suo blinks.

He wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt.

Being the eldest sister does things to you - like being more capable of confrontation.

“Oh. You’re not here to get your utensils?”

“Hm? Why … oh, did they not put it in here? That’s fine – I’ve got some at home.”

Suo blinks again.

You blink too.

Briefly, you wonder if the utensils in his hand are for you.

“... actually, I lied. I don’t have any at home – like, at all. Would it be possible to get some?”

What’s in it for me?

Chapter 7/?

Chapter 1      Masterlist

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines   Warnings: If you were uncomfortable with the Okinawa beach episode, continue with care. Lightly implied SA/abuse in general, fainting A/N: This was again slightly inspired by the live action! Well except for the heart to heart with Tamaki, I felt like he really needs some more attention here. Next chapter will be a bit more free from the show again :) Hope you like it <3 Tag List: @radical-bunny

 Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46325452/chapters/116633701

You had been checked thoroughly by a very nice doctor who had told you that you’d be fine, you just should try to rest a little tonight. You had a few scratches and were mostly exhausted, but that was about it. Half an hour later she let you go into your room to change into a dry set of clothes and now you sat at dinner with the other hosts. The probably most awkward dinner of your life. Slowly you put a bit of crab in your mouth, watching Haruhi scarf down crab leg after crab leg after… She was mad at Tamaki for having yelled at her earlier apparently, while you were seeing the doctor. “I can’t believe, you behave like this”, Tamaki said, looking at her and you were actually surprised to see him noticeably angry. “You should have called us from the start, but instead you put yourself in danger.” You gulped heavily. Haruhi hadn’t told them that you had had a panic attack and you were thankful for that. But you also felt really guilty. She had just tried to help you. “I don’t think Haruhi did anything bad”, you said, but immediately regretted speaking up, as the hosts now looked at you. “Sorry”, you mumbled, returning to your crab. “I’m going to bed”, Tamaki decided, asking Kyouya to show him his room, who got up sighing and followed, leaving you and Haruhi alone with the twins and senpais. You sighed, placing down your cutlery. Suddenly Haruhi spoke up. “Maybe we should learn Karate or something.” “So that’s it, he got to you, huh?”, the twins replied in unison. “Well it wouldn’t hurt to learn martial arts or something”, Hikaru continued. “But it’s not like we are forcing you to learn it”, Kaoru ended. “… but to be honest, you should have thought it true a bit better before trying to fight them on your own. Both of you.” You bit your lip, thinking. You knew they weren’t angry and they were right it’s not like you had had any choice or say in that matter. But you had been reckless and you had failed protecting them. You gulped heavily. “I know, I just…”, you began, but didn’t really know how to end the sentence. Kaoru noticed and just continued. “Anyhow, you knowing how to protect yourself or not is not the real issue here.” He looked at you and you could see the worry in his eyes. “We know you just wanted to help and didn’t have much of a choice.” “But to be honest”, Hikaru admitted, avoiding eye contact with both of you, “we were all a little worried about how recklessly you acted.” Haruhi looked up surprised and you smiled weakly. You knew you had worried them and all the more thankful you were that they were sitting here with the both of you, admitting it so openly. As bad as you felt for giving them a reason to worry in the first place, a part of you was really happy that you could call these boys your friends. “About both of us?”, Haruhi asked. “But I mean, nothing even happened to me, he just grabbed me and …” Suddenly Honey spoke up, smiling up at Haruhi. “But you got hurt, too.” “We were worried”, Mori said, looking first at Haruhi and then at you. Haruhi nodded slowly, she really only seemed to understand now. She sighed. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” “Me neither”, you whispered. “Please don’t be mad at Haruhi. I was just … I panicked and she helped me and…” You felt Mori’s hand on your shoulder and he smiled down at you. Instantly you felt better, and allowed yourself to smile back. “Thank you”, you whispered, but it was loud enough that everyone could hear you. “You should apologise to Tamaki, though, Haru-chan”, Honey chimed in and she nodded. “He was not really mad, he was just angry, because you didn’t see how worried he was.” He was right and you knew it and so did Haruhi as it seemed. Tamaki had not reacted this sharply to you, although you did apologise earlier, but you had an idea why he was feeling more strongly about your friend. “You’re right", she finally said, “I should do that… Will you be alright?” You nodded. “Goodnight, Haruhi!” “Goodnight”, she smiled back and made her way up the stairs, leaving you with the rest of the hosts. “I am also sorry”, you said, bowing your head a little, but then you felt Mori’s hand ruffle over your hair. “We are just glad you’re okay”, Honey smiled and you smiled back. You took a deep breath, suddenly you felt a lot better.

Lost in thoughts, you wandered through the hallways, looking for your room in which you technically already had been once, when suddenly you collided with something, or rather someone. You felt two hands grab your wrists, to keep you from falling and looked up into the face of none other than Kyouya. “Ah, sorry”, you mumbled, remembering how mad he had seemed when he had pulled you to the doctor. You felt weirdly embarrassed about the situation and tried to free your wrist from his grip, but he didn’t let go. Surprised you looked up at him and only now you realized that he was in fact not wearing a shirt. Immediately, you started blushing. This was absolutely not helping the situation. Kyouya stared at you for a few seconds, and you tried to figure out what he was thinking, but you could not read his expression at all. All of a sudden he moved in a swift motion, pressing you against the wall, pinning both of your arms up above your head with his right hand, stabilizing himself with his other hand next to your head. He closed the distance between your faces until the tip of his nose almost touched yours. Confused you looked straight into his dark eyes, and you noticed your heart beating faster. You thought back to last week, when he was trying to convince you to teach Kaoru, but this time his whole energy had changed, especially compared to the rest of the day. He was so different from how he had behaved earlier. He had been cold, almost rejecting after what happened. The entire dinner he had practically ignored you. Now you could feel the warmth radiating from his bare chest, his eyes focused on you, and you were unable to look away, the touch of his hands and the closeness of his body making you almost dizzy. His closeness was intense and it made a shiver run down your spine. “Kyouya”, you muttered, and felt your heart beat quicken in your chest, but he interrupted you, before you could say anything else. “You thought you could fight those guys, why aren’t you fighting me.” His voice was husky and made the hair on your neck stand up. He was right. You were in the same position as earlier, but it was different – this time you didn’t panic. It didn’t smell like alcohol and most importantly you didn’t feel like you were in danger. His grip on your wrists was not painful, it was warm, the closeness of his face didn’t feel threatening. To your shame you had to admit that you enjoyed it a little. For a millisecond you felt the need to press your lips against his, but fought it. He was right. But you couldn’t help but feel safe with him. “Cause you’re my friend”, you simply answered, not moving an inch. “And you won’t hurt me.” Kyouya scoffed. “How can you be so sure?” He reduced the distance between your faces even more, his cheek stroke yours as he was whispering in your ear, much like he had done a few days before. “I am a man. You are a woman. You gave us all a big scare, don’t you think you owe me? Tell me, why should I stop this?” Your head went a bit dizzy at the closeness, his voice in your ear made your breath hitch. You closed your eyes to try to calm yourself, but there was no way denying how much you enjoyed his closeness, his scent, his warmth. A part of you wanted to say that there was no reason for him to stop, that he could do to you whatever he wanted, but you knew that this was definitely not an option. So instead, you tried to act calm and shrugged. If you were certain of one thing, than that he wouldn’t hurt you. “I trust you”, you said, surprised about your own words. But you weren’t lying. You knew Kyouya always acted like he would kill if it would just benefit him enough, but in reality that wasn’t the truth. You realized that although the closeness to him got your heart beating, at the same time you felt absolutely safe. It wouldn’t be much like him to take advantage of you like that, and as that thought crossed your mind you finally realized what he was trying to do. “You are not going to hurt me”, you said again, this time fully convinced and able to access your brain again. You remembered how he had pulled you to the medic earlier, how he had shivered for a second, not being able to look at you. “You always act like you don’t care, but I think you do.” “Do I?”, he asked and his warm breath made you shiver again. You nodded. “Yes, back then with Tamaki. And today with Haruhi. And that you insisted I see a doctor. Also…” and admitting this part made your chest ache a little, but you knew it was the truth, “there is nothing in it for you … doing this to me.” It was silent for a few seconds, when Kyouya all of a sudden began to chuckle slightly, he was close enough to you that you could feel the vibrations in his chest, and you had to take a deep breath as you heard it this close to your ear to pull yourself together again. “Isn’t there? I am a guy after all.” He backed off a little, his lips wandering from your ear back to your lips, again, close enough that you would have only had to move a little to kiss him. You knew you should be scared, but that dark chuckle did something to you and all of a sudden, a part of you hoped he wouldn’t just let you go. “You tell me”, you replied, staring straight back into his eyes. He stared back. You felt his breath on your face, and you tried your best to keep a straight face. The tension was strong and for a second you could have sworn he moved even closer, but you were sure you had imagined that, for in the next second he pulled away from you rather quickly. Your arms fell lifelessly to your side and you looked up at him. You immediately missed his warmth, but what happened next fully made up for it. His gaze softened a bit and for the first time you saw him laugh. Not just smile, or smirk, or chuckle, but really laugh. And your heart felt like it was bursting. If you had thought he was handsome before, you had to admit that his laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Your heart beat faster as you realized that he was laughing at you, but you didn’t mind. You wanted him to laugh like this again, you wanted to be the reason for it. And while you watched him laugh, almost mesmerized, Haruhi’s words forced their way back into your mind. Could it be… that you like Kyouya? Goddamnit. You had thought it was just a crush. Just physical attraction. But in this moment, seeing him like this, feeling the warm fuzzy feeling his laughter gave you, you realized that you had fallen head over heels for Kyouya Ootori. That was probably not good. He calmed down again, shaking his head at you. “You really are something”, he whispered, leaving your question unanswered, before putting on his shirt and only now did you realize something. You would have felt worse for not noticing before, but let’s be fair, he ignored you for half the evening and in the last few minutes your mind had been occupied otherwise. “What happened to your glasses?”, you asked, and Kyouya, who had been about to turn around stopped in his tracks. “I lost them”, he simply said, lifting his hand as he walked away from you, leaving you standing in the hallway. “I’m going to show the others their rooms. Goodnight, (y/n).” “Goodnight”, you whispered as you turned around, the lack of his warmth making you shiver slightly. Your wrists felt cold without his touch, and his laughter was still ringing in your ears. Sighing you decided to turn around as well to look for your room and to think about what you had just come to realize.

–

As Kyouya walked away, he, too, took a deep breath and stopped, right before he reached the top of the stairs. He turned around to watch her vanish behind the corner to the hallway where your room was located. He had acted coolly as always, but the truth was, that his heart was beating a little bit stronger than normally, and adrenaline had filled him as he had pushed her against the wall. He thought about her flushed cheeks, the feeling of her body against his. The way he had noticed her breath hitch in her throat, and the feeling of control. In this moment she had been at his will and he had liked it a little more than he wanted to admit. What happened to your glasses? Scoffing, he moved his hand into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out his broken glasses.

“(Y/N)!”, Kyouya shouted, running up the hill and without hesitation, taking off his glasses, throwing them to the ground. He was just about to jump in after her, as Mori overtook him, diving in seamlessly. He stopped, breathing heavily and looking down at where they both had just vanished. Fuck, he cursed, looking for any sign of the two of the two. He knew Mori was more trained than him, so he let it go, sure that the other host would get her out the water safely. His hands were balled to fists and he shivered, jaw clenched, as he looked after them both for another second, when he saw Mori’s head pop-up. He was holding her safely and Kyouya took a deep breath, before turning around again to look for his glasses. He found them on the rocky ground, only a few steps away and noticed that they had broken. He exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down, and turned around to see Hikaru and Kaoru throw fists at the guys who had did this to her and he didn’t stop them. He would make sure that they never did something like this again. He sent a last glance at Haruhi and Tamaki, who were kneeling a few metres away, Tamaki worrying about Haruhi who had gotten shoved by the second man, making sure everything was taken care of, before he turned away and took off, running down the cliff. At the same time he already took out his phone, and immediately called the family doctor. Once he had reached the bottom of the cliff, he watched Mori gently carry the girl out of the water and in this moment he could feel a strong disliking for the taller host, holding her in his arms like this, but he quickly pushed that feeling away. As he got closer he noticed that she was unconscious and all thoughts he had had before were overshadowed. Kyouya ran towards them, his mind clouded, a single thought repeating in his head over and over again, the only thing that mattered right now was (y/n). Please wake up. Her unconscious form made his chest ache as he watched Mori place her down in the sand carefully, and without knowing what actually had come over him, Kyouya immediately dropped to his knees next to her, taking her in his arms, carefully shaking her. He only saw her, the only thought in his head was that she had to open her eyes, he had to see those (e/c) eyes look at him again, but she didn’t react and fear began to fill his chest. He didn’t notice the other hosts surrounding and watching him, unsure of what to do. Haruhi had followed, too, and he noticed her kneeling down next to him, but he didn’t pay any more attention to her. The fear was consuming his usually so controlled mind. She had to wake up, what had she been thinking. Kyouya took her face in his hands, again shaking her carefully, trying to wake her up. “Hey, wake up!”, he shouted, his voice breaking slightly, but he didn’t care. “Hey! (Y/n)!” He stroke her cheek, slapping it lightly. He had promised to protect her. “Hey!” Finally she coughed and a wave of relieve washed over him. He noticed he had been holding his breath and exhaled, suddenly being very aware of the situation he was in. Carefully he let go of her, watching her wake up. He blinked a few times, trying to realise what just happened and getting his mind back in order. She was breathing that was all that mattered right now. Quickly he got up, pulling away from her as if her touch was burning him. He was embarrassed for losing control like this, angry at the men who had done this to her, glad she seemed to be alright, and he was suddenly too aware of the other hosts watching him. Quickly, he stepped out of the circle, positioning himself behind the other hosts, trying to get back his cool again and they let him. Silently he appreciated it. He watched, as she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Haruhi and Mori.

He chuckled, looking at his glasses. “Nothing in it for me, huh”, he murmured, thinking about the feeling of your skin against his. “Maybe I am the strange one. Even if there’s nothing in it for me.” He put the glasses back into his pockets and walked down the stairs to show his friends to their rooms.

–

You sighed, tossing and turning in your bed. Haruhi was sleeping soundly beside you. Earlier the evening you had found her blindfolded in a room with Tamaki and although you did have to laugh about the comments of the other hosts, seeing her with him made you feel irrationally happy. Seems like Kyouya had been right. Tamaki had won the game. And he won it in the best way possible. Afterwards you had offered Haruhi to sleep in your room at least for as long as the thunderstorm was still going and she had gladly accepted. The two of you had slept in the same bed often enough, so you knew that she would feel safer with you than on her own. Once it had died down, she had fallen asleep almost immediately. You smiled to yourself. You knew how exhausting fear was. Even more frustrated were you that you just could not fall asleep. Still, so much had happened today and you just couldn’t stop your mind from racing. From falling off the cliff to Mori-Senpai saving you to Kyouya pulling you to the doctor … To what happened earlier in the hallway. Your heart began racing again and you pressed your face into your pillow. God damnit, Haruhi, did you really always have to be right about everything? Latest after this incident you couldn’t deny it anymore. You had a major crush on the raven-haired host and you didn’t know what to do about it. It was out of the question that he liked you, too, not Kyouya. And even if he would, then he still was a rich company heir and you were, well… you. But there was no way he actually liked you. He treated you way too coldly for that. You sighed and with a last glance at Haruhi you decided to get up and walk around for a bit.

Silently you opened the door and slipped out, walking down the stairs and out the main door, careful not to wake anyone up. The ocean air, cooled down by the storm, hit your face and you took a deep breath in. Carefully you closed the door behind you, when you noticed a figure sitting on the steps of the porch, looking towards the ocean. Blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight. Tamaki turned around when he heard you close the door. “Oh, (y/n), did I wake you?” His eyes went big and you could see the worry on his face. Quickly you lifted your hands. “Oh, no no, I just… couldn’t sleep. It’s been a long day.” Tamaki nodded and smiled. “It was indeed.” It was silent for a moment, before you decided to speak up again. “May I sit with you?” “But of course!” He scooched to make room for you and you sat down on the step beside him. You shivered a little. It was colder than you had anticipated. “Are you cold?” Tamaki had noticed it almost immediately and before you could protest he draped the cardigan he had been wearing until now over your shoulders. “But …”, you wanted to refuse, but he shook his head. “I am fine.” You nodded and accepted the warmth his cardigan gave you. You knew he did these things without having ulterior moves. Much different from Kyouya. You rolled your eyes internally. You had never been alone with him until now and you realized and you didn’t really know how to react or what to say. Thankfully, Tamaki was a rather chatty fellow by nature. “So, how are you feeling?”, he asked and you could see the genuine worry in his features. “I am fine”, you said, “and I am sorry again. I just froze, I…”, you started, but the big lump that had formed in your throat kept you from talking. You tried to take a deep breath, when suddenly you could feel hot tears stream down your face. You were surprised yourself, but it seemed that all the pent-up emotions were making their way out now. “Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright”, Tamaki tried to soothe you and you felt his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace. At first you thought about pulling away, but you were simply too tired and you knew that Tamaki just wanted to help you, so you let it happen. “I… am … so … sorry”, you managed to get out in-between sobs, feeling his hand draw circles on your back to calm you down. “I thought … I was over this, but …” Heavy sobs made you stop again and Tamaki let you cry. After a while you calmed down enough to pull away from him, wiping your tears away with your hands. “I am sorry”, you whispered. “I don’t know what got into me, it’s just… the man today reminded me of someone and I … I panicked. And I got Haruhi in trouble and you all worried.” Tamaki shook his head, smiling at you kindly. “You didn’t do anything wrong”, he reassured you. And after a small pause he added: “And… I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it is, I am entirely sure that it wasn’t your fault.” You were close to break out into tears again, which he seemed to notice so he quickly kept on talking. “I do still think you should have tried to get help, but … you were really brave up there.” You smiled back weakly. “Thank you”, you whispered, and scanned his features. Tamaki was so much more than you had thought him to be at first. He was loud and obnoxious, but you could tell he had been through quite a lot, even though you did not know yet what it was. And he was without a doubt one of the kindest people you had ever met. “Tamaki-senpai, thank you for earlier. For taking care of Haruhi.” His eyes widened in surprise, but then the smile returned to his face. “Of course”, he said, this time entirely serious. “You know”, you started, feeling his gaze on you, glad you could shift the topic a little away from yourself. “In middle school it was always just Haruhi and me. I mean not just. There were other kids we would spend time with every now and then, but ever since I met her back then … I could fully rely on her, you know?” You reminisced a little about that time. “I had just moved to the area with my aunt and I didn’t know anybody… We had to move because…” Your voice broke and Tamaki did not push you. He patiently looked at you, waiting for you to move on in your story. “Well, we had to move. I felt so alone and I was really scared on my first day, but Haruhi…” You looked at Tamaki and smiled at the memory. “Haruhi was just her usual self, you know? I had been sat next to her and she almost immediately noticed how scared I was. She introduced herself to me and offered me some of her lunch. And from then on, she was my best friend.” Tamaki smiled. “That does sound like our Haruhi.” You nodded. “She has been like family to me, you know? I never had a sister, but she is the closest thing I have. I used to stay whole summers with her and her father and we always had a great time”, you let your voice drift off and thought for a while before continuing. “So, when she went to Ouran … I must admit I was a little scared at first.” You had said these words out loud for the first time and only now you realized how true they were. Tamaki’s eyes widened. “Scared?” “Yes”, you admitted, a little surprised yourself. “I was scared she would find other friends or a boyfriend and completely forget about me. I know it’s stupid”, you added quickly. “Haruhi would never do that. But you know, worry isn’t rational. And that’s why I am so happy that she found you.” You looked back at Tamaki and could see the faintest blush build on his face. “(Y/n)…”, Tamaki whispered and you nudged him. “Speechless?” “Honoured.” Your smile dropped, because now it was on you to look surprised. He spoke on. “Thank you for telling me all this. And I am very happy you joined our club, too. And I am certain everybody thinks the same. We are happy to welcome both of you in our family.” You smiled at the older boy. “Thank you, Tamaki.” You had never talked with him in private, but the more you got to know him the more you realized what a great person he was. You couldn’t wish for anyone else to be in Haruhi’s life. “Well then”, he said and got up, “I think, we should try to get some sleep.” He offered you his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you up. You wiggled out of his cardigan and gave it back to him, while you both stepped back into the house. “Goodnight, Tamaki-senpai. And… again, thank you.” “Anytime, princess. Now sleep well.”

—

Kyouya lay back down on his bed, arms crossed and thinking about what he had just heard. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, initially he had just wanted to tell Tamaki off and tell him to be quiet, but when he walked over to the window, he couldn’t help but overhear her voice. His blood had frozen a little as he had realized she was crying, and he had felt the sudden urge to run downstairs to see what was going, but he had been aware that he could not just barge into their conversation like this. He had no right to do that. He had wanted to move away, go to bed, telling himself she was alright, she was not alone, but he couldn’t help himself, he could not just leave, knowing she was upset. He had cursed himself, but there was nothing else he could have done, so he had just stood there, at the window, waiting for her to stop crying. Rarely had he felt as useless as in this moment. He tried to convince himself of how stupid this thought was, she was taken care of, he could just go to sleep. But still he needed to make sure himself, that she was alright, before he could go to bed. Haruhi’s voice echoed inside his mind, but he shook his head, pushing that thought away again. While he leaned against the window frame, waiting for her to calm down, he thought about earlier. About how he had lost control once today already, when she had fallen down that cliff. How his thoughts kept circling back to her, even if he tried to actively think about anything else. Slowly she had seemed to calm down again and began to speak. Kyouya still hadn’t move. What did she mean, when she said they “had to move”. Could this be the reason she lived with her aunt? He knew he could find out, but he had felt from the start like this was something she needed to tell him herself. Intruding into her private background this much felt wrong. After all and despite everything he was not just some stalker, so he hadn’t done more than a simple background check on her like he did with everybody and he planned on keeping it that way. He never dug deeper than he had to, unless the situation required it. Yet, he had to say he was utterly curious about her past. Curious and at the same time nervous to find out more. He sighed, staring at the ceiling. He noticed his heart rate quicken as most times when he began to think too much about her and he felt a warmth in his core, thinking about the feeling of her skin against his. He just couldn’t get this girl out of his mind. This commoner girl that he just couldn’t fully figure out. He scoffed at himself and finally slipped under the blanket, turning on his side to turn the lights off. This feeling was new to him, so he didn’t really know where to place it yet, but he was really sure about one thing. Based on all the signs and symptoms he had noticed, he seemed to have developed a crush on her. Not that that really had to mean anything. A crush was just a crush, nothing more. It could vanish as quickly as it had appeared, he knew so much, and there was nothing wrong in exploring this feeling a little more. The only thing that worried him, was how much it could throw him off track in the matter of a second. When she had been in danger earlier today he had dropped everything, just to make sure she was alright. Kyouya wasn’t quite sure yet how he felt about that aspect of it. He thought about the blush on her face one last time, looking up at him with her (e/c) eyes, before he rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes.

(I couldn‘t decide for a gif so have this second one)

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