The Kawata Twins Play Truth Or Dare With A Girl They Are Both Friends With (and Have A Crush On) Only

The Kawata twins play truth or dare with a girl they are both friends with (and have a crush on) only to find she has very little experience to the point she's never experienced an orgasm. 😎 you got this (please)

Yesssss, this will do for tonight

Truth, Dare, and Share: Nahoya Kawata & Souya Kawata x Fem!Reader

wc: 935

tw: smut, dub-con?

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"Truth or Dare, y/n?"

"Truth." Souya's eyes dart to his twin brother's face as it curls up in a devious grin.

"Nahoya, no," Souya begins, reaching over to grab his brother by the forearm. "Don't."

"What?" Nahoya wonders, raising his brows. The conversation before having you over resurfaces in his mind, and for a moment, Nahoya wants to tease his brother before allowing his more uncouth mind to take over and score for the evening.

"Don't," Souya repeats, eyes going wide. Nahoya stills, seeing the threat of tears looming in the distance. With a sigh, he resigns himself to asking a boring, mundane question.

"Y/n, have you ever kissed a guy before?" Souya and Nahoya watch you carefully as you think on the question, then - to their surprise - you shake your head no.

"I don't think kissing my dad on the cheek counts."

The shock and flabbergasted looks the twins give you are enough to make you frown, and then Souya pipes up, grabbing his brother's arm even tighter.

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

"Uh, no." The twins gape at your reply, then turn away to whisper amongst themselves. It's a minute before they turn back to you, and you glance between them. "Was it something I said?"

"Not really," Nahoya mutters sheepishly.

"Just one last question," Souya adds.

"Wait, I thought it was my turn now."

"It will be," Souya promises you, smiling tenderly. "We wanted to know if... If you've ever had an orgasm."

"An orgasm?" You shake your head at them, cheeks heating up. "Never. I was sure that would be something for when I started dating or something."

"We could show you how," Nahoya offers, suddenly less shy and more excited. "It's not too hard."

"I..." You look at your friends, at the innocent smiles they give you, and think about the worst that could happen.

"We won't hurt you at all," Souya affirms, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding once. "We'll just instruct you. You know, since we're all friends."

Innocence or naivete? You're not sure which one it is, but when your back is on Souya's bed, and your skirt is hiked up your hips, part of you wonders if you're being played for the fool. "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

You grunt, rolling your eyes. "Yeah. I have to wash down there and wipe."

"No," Souya corrects his brother, pushing him aside. "Like... touched yourself. For pleasure." You frown, and when Nahoya catches your look, he moves to the space behind your head and cradles it in his lap.

"Like this." Nahoya's fingers reach down to push your underwear to the side, but you clench your thighs together, trapping his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me show you how." You slowly unclench your legs and allow him to part your folds carefully as if he were fingering the petals of a fragile flower.

"Shit," Souya breathes, looking down at your exposed cunt. "You're already wet." Nahoya slides a finger up and down your entrance, and you arch your hips up ever so slightly to meet his touch. It's light and doesn't hurt at all, but when he slips a finger into you, you clench up again, gritting your teeth.

"That feels wier--"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Nahoya coos, stroking your hair. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax." You follow his instructions and he presses his finger into you fully, sinking down to the knuckle. You moan involuntarily, and Souya just watches, holding one of your legs by the knee and observing his brother's movements.

Nahoya appears to be skilled at this, moving his finger in and out without breaking a stride. And you squirm a little, feeling your body begin to thrum and almost vibrate with pleasure. Another finger goes in shortly after, and you moan louder, stretched taut with the digits deep inside of you.

"Look at that," Souya whispers. "She's so tight around your fingers."

"I can feel it," you hear behind you, then the orange-haired brother comes into your field of vision. "That feel good, baby?"

"Mmhmm." For a while, that's all the fingers do - go in and out and test your tightness. With time, you seem to loosen up and without warning, you grunt. "Faster."

Nahoya obeys, now curling his fingers up and delivering a sweeping sensation that almost knocks you out. You shudder and whimper, grinding against his palm as he works hard. "Feels... feels like..." There's a taut string in your chest and cunt that is on the verge of breaking; you try your best to keep it all from falling apart and cling to the fringes of your sanity. But you fail, and your mind screeches to a halt as you cry out and see white.

You're suspended there for ages, the release washing over your body in waves and delivering "feel-good, feel-great, feel-amazing," leg-shaking shivers down your weakened spine. It's just you and Nahoya's fingers driving you over the cliff and not daring to lift you back up into anything that resembles a clear head.

It takes a few blinks to bring you back to the dimly lit bedroom, but when you resurface from the depths of bliss, you're back in the room with the twins - one who is licking his fingers behind you, and the other, who looks about ready to take his own turn.

"However you did that," you say, panting. "Whatever you did to make me feel like that, do it again."

"With pleasure," Souya mutters, holding your legs apart and pushing his face into your cunt.

Were you … okay with getting beat up by this gang? You considered it — genuinely. Perhaps, to love is to feel pain? For every punch they get in, you could take that chance to stare into their eyes. Every throw could be interpreted as a passionate hug. Every kick an extreme game of footsie.

☆ Chapter 1: Who’s Next?

He’s smiling down at you – kind and gentle, and you really really really want to hop on that train right about now. You’re frozen as he presses his fingers lightly against your forehead, wiping away the loose dirt that’s collected there. And then … and then –  He stares into your eyes – deep and warm and curious.

☆ Chapter 2: Quick Like a Bunny

“Bunny,” he repeats himself – simple and matter-of-factly. “That’s not my name.” “But you’re just so cute –” Your nose scrunches up at his words, and he laughs as he claps his hands. “Oh! See, you are a bunny!”

☆ Chapter 3: The Tiger

“If I could describe you in one word, Suo, I’d say that you’re –” “Intelligent? Patient? Cheeky?” “Insufferable.” He laughs lightly at your words as if you hadn’t just offended him, before gazing down at you with a look that screams mischief and something else that you can’t quite place yet.

☆ Chapter 4: Getting Around Town

“You don’t have to be so careful Hayato – I won’t break ~” He hums thoughtfully, before bending down to whisper in your ear. “And if I do? Break you, that is.” That catches you off guard. You laugh, loud and boisterous – “Then I expect you to fix what you break, pretty boy.”

☆ Chapter 5: Let's Get Ready to Rumble

☆ Chapter 6: In Progress

☆ Chapter 7: In Progress

don't steal or repost, thanks! - Melody♡

How would fairy boy react if reader shrunk and had to rely on him to get around because she has no wings? Is he strong enough to carry her?

Fern would be absolutely ecstatic to have you tiny like him! He’s had so many wet dreams where you shrink down and he gets to fuck you like he wants every day…

When you shrink down, he just stares for a minute, slack-jawed before he flies over to check on you. You’re a mess, crying and naked, unfortunately your clothes didn’t shrink with you.

Despite the fact his cock is hard under his tunic, he puts aside his lust and flies over to your window sill, gather rose petals from your garden and making you some clothing.

Once dressed, he comforts you, nuzzling you softly and holding you in his lap like he’s wanted to for so long.

When you’re his size, he’s actually a bit taller than you, and god does he love the fact you have to look up at him when speaking.

He’s just so happy he gets to really hold and grab your soft flesh, play with your nipples and have the entire perky bud in his mouth while he fucks into you.

When his fingers are stretching you out he nearly comes just from the fact they’re big enough now to actually satisfy you.

He’s so happy, burying his face into your neck as he pounds into your pretty, fat pussy. It’ll make his day to see your belly swell with the next generation of little fairies~

And yes he carries you around as much as possible! He’s very strong, think of how ants can lift more than they weigh. He easily flies around with you in his arms, wanting to carry you everywhere!

Basically he’s very happy and hopes it’s permanent… he wouldn’t mind having you his size for all eternity!

Although sometimes he misses getting to sleep in your cleavage and flit around his big, human love…

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. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere teammates ] ˎˊ˗

[part two here]

part one of a yandere friend group, soccer teammates, who share a darling! this one also got long so there will be part 2 for that reason, but also im obsessed with these guys so 😊 anyway- headcanons continue below the cut, with some smut after that!

afab reader x 3 yandere teammates (oliver, skylar, and declan) 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, manipulation, y/n has female genitalia

nsft content (foreplay, oral (fem receiving,) fingering, being restrained, overstimulation, multiple orgasms).

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 not only do the three of them play on the same college soccer team, but they have been best friends for as long as they could remember. they've always shared everything- and they're no strangers to sharing a partner, even before you came along.

💌 but once you do come along... well. sharing is caring, y/n, what else would you expect?

💌 oliver, the tall goofy friend, lays eyes on you first. for him, it's love at first sight. you're in the cafeteria on campus, minding your own business, but for oliver the world moves in slow motion. how has he never seen you around before? are you new? a transfer? god, he doesn't care- he just can't take his eyes off you.

💌 skylar, the pretty one with curly brown hair, takes notice second. at first he wonders why oliver is so distracted, but then oliver points you out to him. he whistles; not as enraptured as oliver, yet, but damn. he definitely sees what caught oliver's eye, and thinks they need to find a way to... get to know you better.

💌 he hits declan, the intimidating one with shaggy black hair, in the chest and gestures across the cafeteria to you. declan is the least interested at first, more interested in how enraptured oliver seems to be. because of that alone, he'll be the one who takes initiative in learning more about you- to make it easier for oliver or skylar to approach you, of course.

💌 he learns you share a class with skylar. he learns you are a transfer student, from a little community college in some little town. he learns you don't have any friends here yet. he also learns you've been looking for a math tutor... something he is extremely good at. how convenient!

💌 and just like that, multiple parts of your life have been carefully machinated. skylar sets his things down next to you in class everyday, and begins making friendly conversation, worming his way into your good graces with sweet smiles and a pretty face. declan cements himself as your math tutor swiftly, before anyone else can snap up the opportunity.

💌 the more he speaks to you, the more skylar starts to feel the things oliver was feeling. you're not the simple, attractive college student he expected you to be; you were captivating. the feeling grew at an uncomfortable speed in his chest, until seeing you in class again was all he could think about.

💌 now that you know two of them relatively well, expect to be invited to sit with the three of them in the cafeteria; skylar sees you stepping away from the food, looking around awkwardly for somewhere free to sit, and acts like he had no idea you were there; hey, y/n from literature! want to come sit with me and my friends? i think you know declan! (as if he doesn't know already!)

💌 finally oliver gets an in! he's good at playing it cool, like he hasn't been waiting days for the chance to talk to you. that doesn't mean he won't pull out all the stops to make you laugh, though. and hey, wouldn't you know it, he studies at the same cafe as you! maybe you should meet up more often, y/n? he'd love go study with you- skylar and declan have told him so much about you!

💌 you begin running into them more often, all around campus and even outside of school. at the library? the bookstore? the cafe down the road? the gym? walking between classes? it seems like at least one of them is always around! you don't have any friends in the area, so you're too busy being glad that someone wants to hang around you to be suspicious.

💌 as is his way, declan is the one who takes the longest to accept what he's feeling. when you sit across from him in the library, furrowing your brow at an equation and biting your lip while you think, he can't keep himself from staring at you. it probably didn't help that now both skylar and oliver spent 90% of their free time just gushing about you. he's the silent, broody type, intimidating to a large portion of the student population; but he can't help but smile so sweetly at you when you get an answer right, when the math makes sense in your head finally... and oh fuck, he's in deep.

💌 when you, for some reason, ARENT around, they spend all their free time (when not at practice) talking about you. they gather and share intel, like you're a top secret mission; are you struggling in any classes? have you been hanging out with anyone else? do you get along with your roommate? do any of them have classes with that one professor who was mean to you? anyone know how to hide a body?

💌 you won't notice it- at least one of them always makes sure to keep you occupied when they're up to something devious- but they will start slowly scaring off your other friends and love interests, while slowly making moves themselves.

💌 skylar sits closer in class, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair, bringing you your favorite drink order from the cafe... oliver sits so close that your legs touch while you study and hang out at the cafe, insists you call him 'oli,' invites you to play video games with him, always lets you win... declan takes you out for dinner after your tutoring session is over, pays for your meal, lets you pick the music in his car... and it doesn't stop happening when all three of them are together with you. if anything, it ramps up.

💌 oliver wants to make you absolutely dizzy with how sweet and funny and romantic he can be. skylar wants to prove that the three of them could provide anything you would ever need. declan wants to make you feel comforted, cared for, and safe.

💌 before you know it, oliver is happily holding your hand while you're walking to the cafe. he's so cool and collected on the outside, acting like this is all so normal, but on the inside? he's holding your hand- and you're letting him! he's freaking out. skylar starts playing with your hair, even in class, giving you his signature pretty-boy grin when he sees your face go red, trying not to get distracted. declan starts sitting next to you, not across from you, and has no issues leaning into you to help explain a problem. don't mind his hand on your leg, either y/n.

💌 they start getting you tickets to all their games, saving you the best seat they can get. skylar's family is loaded, so its always a GOOD seat. they grin and wave at you on the sidelines; skylar blows a kiss.

💌 they make their move on joint game night. they're not freshman, so they aren't required to stay in one of the dorms, and instead have rented one of the on-campus apartments to share between the three of them. by now, you are no stranger to being invited over. usually, you are there with the purest intentions.

💌 not tonight.

💌 you noticed that the touchiness seemed a little ramped up. skylar always on one side of you with his hand on your thigh, oliver finding any excuse to have his arm around your shoulders, declan always with his hand on your lower back when you passed each other. you barely noticed the heated looks in their eyes, passed between each other all night.

💌 tonight, no one was taking it easy on you, and you lost more often than you won. eventually you whined and complained, arguing that they were 'ganging up on you' as you sunk back into the couch. before you knew it, skylar had placed his hand on your thigh, higher up than normal.

💌 'seems like you're a little worked up, y/n,' he grins at you. 'need a little stress relief?'

💌 suddenly, declan is on the other side of you, tracing his fingers over the goosebumps on your exposed arm. oliver moves from his spot and kneels in front of you, the look in his eyes stealing your breath away. 'don't worry,' he says, 'we'll take care of you.'

💌 the second you offer even the hint of a nod, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night.

within minutes, oliver had pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, shimmying them out from under your hips and discarding them somewhere behind him. he was so quick about it, gaze focused solely on what was between your legs, like a man possessed; you try to squirm under his gaze, but soon find that skylar and declan aren't letting you go anywhere.

for his part, skylar grips your right thigh, pulling your right leg into his lap as he leans into you and begins placing soft, hot kisses against your throat and jawline. declan mirrors him, pulling your left leg towards him and holding it in a vice grip. he traces his fingertips gently over the exposed skin of your inner thigh, raising goosebumps and causing you to shiver.

oliver looks like the holy grail has been revealed to him as your legs are spread in front of him. he reaches for you, hooking his hands under your restrained thighs and pulling your hips to the edge of the couch. you gasp, but it's impossible for you to squirm, even when you flex your legs against the boys' grip.

"fuck," oliver grumbles in a low, raspy voice, his breath hitting your quickly dampening cunt and sending a sudden shiver through you. his arms curl further around you, pulling his face in closer. "fuck, you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this, y/n."

your breath catches in your throat, causing skylar to chuckle against your skin, but oliver wastes no more time, like he can't restrain himself any longer. he practically dives in, tongue swiping and plunging through you, eager to get a taste of everything you have to offer.

you gasp- you can't believe this is happening. you wonder if maybe you fell asleep on their couch, and this is all some sort of wild dream. declan, gazing hungrily at you like you're a feast in front of a starving man, notices the far off look on your eyes. with his free hand, he reaches out and grips your face, turning you to look at him. at the same time, skylar's free hand slides up under your shirt, pulling your bra down so he has access to your tits.

"losing focus already, y/n? we've barely even started with you. we have so much to learn about your body." between your legs, oliver swirls his tongue expertly around your clit, and your hips shake. declan grins- dark, hungry, devious. "you won't be done until you cum so much, you can't think of anything else but us."

it shocks you- declan is always the quiet one of the bunch, but his words settle like warm magic in your stomach, a tingling at the base of your spine. you gasp, mouth opening as oliver swirls his tongue again, before flattening it and licking all the way up your pussy, ending with a flick against your clit. he laps at you almost obsessively, like he'll never have enough. at the same time, skylar cups your left breast, kneading the flesh.

declan takes the opportunity to kiss you, for the first time. it's hot and heavy, but gentle, contrasting the eager flicks of oliver's tongue and the heady nips and kisses skylar continues to place all over your neck and collar. his tongue swipes into your mouth and your head goes fuzzy. suddenly, oliver's tongue enters you, and you gasp into declan's mouth.

he pulls back, letting go of your face. you wiggle your hips as oliver thrusts his tongue in and out of you, looking down to see him gazing up at you through his dark lashes. his eyes are heavy and lidded, but he looks at you with reverence, eager to make you feel good, desperate for your moans of approval. he removes one of his hands from where it is wrapped around your upper thigh, holding you to him, and you watch as he momentarily pulls away from licking you to work his middle finger into you.

again, you gasp and whine, legs straining against the other two. "see how good we make you feel?" declan mutters in your ear as you watch oliver devour you. "you're so good for us. just for us."

skylar pulls your shirt up over your chest, continuing his ministrations without the fabric in his way as he pinches your nipple, sucking a hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder. he nips at your skin, erection pressed into your naked thigh. declan doesn't seem any less excited, strong hands holding your leg against him as he leans into you, burying his face in your hair to take in your scent.

oliver grins, lips wet, as he pistons his finger in and out of you, wiggling it upwards to hit the spot that makes you see stars. you whine and tilt your head back into the couch as heat begins to crawl up your spine, spreading pleasantly through your limbs. "are you close, pretty thing? god, look how wet you are- gonna cum for me, all over my fingers? do i make you feel that good?"

you nod your head, needy, but know you need more stimulation. "oli, i can't-" you whine, thrusting your hips at him, maddeningly close to the edge.

"you need his tongue again, baby?" declan asks, voice low and throaty, practically growling into your ear. "need attention back on that pretty clit?"

"yes!" you gasp as oliver works the pad of his finger over your g-spot. "please, please oli!"

"you're like an angel when you beg," oliver groans, but doesn't hesitate to give you what you need. he dives back in, lips locking around your clit.

you snap, back arching off the couch as you cum on his fingers. they're still holding you so tight that even through the spasms of your hips, you can't escape him. he finger fucks you through the aftershocks, lapping at your clit to draw it out.

but he doesn't stop. he keeps sucking and fingering, even when you are twitching and keening from the oversensitivity. skylar and declan only hold onto you tighter, and declan grabs your left hand when you try to pry his fingers off your thigh. your right hand stays in oliver's hair, pulling at the strands as you scream.

"wait, wait, i already-!"

"come on sweetheart, we can make you feel so good; give us another one," skylar mutters hotly in your ear as oliver pulls a second shaking orgasm out of you. he turns your head towards him and kisses you through the aftershocks, releasing you as you moan.

you think oliver'll stop now- but he adds a second finger, satisfying you even more with the stretch, quirking them up and massaging your g-spot.

you squeeze your eyes shut and jerk your hips with a loud, rattling gasp, and begin your struggle anew, twisting against the boys' hands. your skin is hot and sweaty, your fave flushed bright red, and they love it.

you begin to push at oliver's head with your free hand, "f-fuck, oli stop, i can't-"

skylar removed his hand from you chest, grabbing your right hand and pulling it away, much like declan had done earlier.

between you legs, oliver hums contentedly, thinking his new favorite place in the world is between your legs. a third orgasm begins to build as he relentlessly massages you with his fingers, swirling his tongue over your sensitive, twitching clit, and you feel your brain slowly turning to mush.

"come on doll," skylar kissed your temple. "declan wasn't lying earlier. you're all ours now, and we aren't anywhere near done with you yet; we all want a turn to show you how well we can treat you."

xoxo darling--core 🎀

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Na lápide está escrito: “Itachi Uchiha, a criança que se sacrificou para resolver problemas de adultos.”

Arte mostra como deveria ter sido o túmulo do Itachi em Naruto Shippuden

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

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

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?”