IN THE WAKE OF STARS He Realized He's At Wrong, But At What Cost?

“IN THE WAKE OF STARS” he realized he's at wrong, but at what cost?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : toxic relationship, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU never imagined that love could feel like this — like standing at the edge of a cliff, heart in your throat, staring into a void of unspoken words and lost time. Yet, here you are, watching him — Michael — the man you’ve loved for two years, the man who made you feel like you weren’t even real anymore.

“You’re always so clingy,” he spits the words like they’re a chore to say. "It’s pathetic."

It wasn’t always like this. You remember the early days, when his smile lit up rooms and his laughter was like music you could dance to. Michael, with his blond hair tousled perfectly, his sharp eyes full of ambition, was intoxicating. He had a fire in him, a drive to be better, to be more than everyone else.

You admired him for that, at first. Maybe you even envied him a little. But the closer you got to him, the more you realized how fragile that confidence was, how much of it was a performance for the world. And as that fragile arrogance grew, so did his cruelty.

Michael would stand in front of the mirror, tracing the blue rose tattoo on his neck, a symbol he claimed was for achieving the impossible. You would stand in the doorway, trying to remind him that he didn’t need to be impossible for you. You just wanted him to be there. To be present.

But he wasn’t. Not for you.

“You should’ve known what you were getting into,” he said once, during one of those long nights where you barely spoke, and when you did, it was only to wound each other. “I’m not like anyone else. I’m going to be the best. And you? You’re just… here.”

Just here. That was all you’d become to him — an afterthought. An accessory to his rise, nothing more. Your heart twisted every time he looked at you like that, like you were nothing. But still, you stayed. You thought if you could just be patient, if you could love him enough, he’d eventually see you again. The way he did in the beginning.

But Michael’s world didn’t have space for anyone else. He was the star of his own life, and everyone else, including you, was just a background actor. And yet, you stayed.

Until the night it all fell apart.

“Are you cheating on me?” His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth or trust. The accusation hit you like a punch to the stomach.

“What?” Your voice cracked, disbelief flooding your chest. “Michael, I would never—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He leaned in, his blue eyes hard, piercing, a storm of jealousy and superiority brewing in their depths. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been talking to Alexis. Do you think I’m stupid?”

Tears stung your eyes. You had only talked to Alexis because he was one of the few people who actually saw you, who noticed how small and invisible you had become in Michael’s shadow.

“I’m not cheating on you, Michael,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “But maybe if you paid more attention to me, you wouldn’t feel so threatened by someone who actually listens.”

For a moment, his expression faltered. Just for a second, you saw something human flicker in his eyes — doubt, fear, something close to regret. But then it was gone, replaced by that same arrogance.

“If you can’t be loyal, then leave,” he said, stepping back, his tone dismissive. “I don’t need you.”

That was it. That was the moment you broke.

Something inside you shattered, something that had been holding you together all this time. You weren’t angry anymore; you were just empty. Hollow. His words no longer had the power to hurt you because you had nothing left to feel.

So you left.

You packed your things that night, your hands shaking but your heart numb. Michael didn’t try to stop you. He didn’t say a word. And you didn’t look back.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself drifting closer to Alexis. He was kind, gentle, and in the quiet moments you spent together, you remembered what it felt like to be seen. To be heard.

Michael noticed. Of course he did.

At first, he didn’t care. Why should he? He was Michael Kaiser, the man who couldn’t be touched by anyone. But then he saw you laughing with Alexis. He saw the way your eyes lit up, the way you smiled — a smile he hadn’t seen in months, if not longer.

And suddenly, it hit him. The loneliness. The emptiness. The realization that the person he had taken for granted, the one who had always been there, was now smiling for someone else.

One evening, he showed up at your door.

"Y/n." His voice was softer than you remembered, quieter. “We need to talk.”

You stared at him, the man who had once been your whole world, standing there like a ghost of the past. You didn’t want to let him in. But some part of you, that old part that still remembered the good times, hesitated.

So you let him in.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, pacing the room like a caged animal. “About us. About… me.”

You stayed silent, arms crossed over your chest. You couldn’t trust your voice, couldn’t trust yourself not to break down if you spoke.

“I was wrong,” he said finally, stopping to look at you. There was something in his eyes now that you hadn’t seen before — vulnerability. “I pushed you away. I got so caught up in trying to be… something, I didn’t see what I was doing to you.”

“Kaiser,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too late.”

He flinched as though your words had physically hit him. “No. It’s not. We can fix this. I can fix this. I’ll do better, I swear.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t understand. I loved you, Michael. I gave you everything I had, and it still wasn’t enough for you.”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I know, and I’m sorry. I was— I was so focused on surpassing everyone, I didn’t realize I was leaving you behind.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to hold yourself together. “Do you even hear yourself? You still think this is about you. It’s always been about you.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He stood there, frozen, as the truth settled in.

“You can’t fix this,” you said, your voice breaking. “I’m broken, Kaiser. Because of you.”

He stepped forward, desperate now, his arrogance gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. “Please, Y/n. I’ll change. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

But it was too late. The cracks he had put in you had run too deep. The love you once had for him was gone, buried beneath the weight of his indifference, his cruelty. You had nothing left to give.

“I can’t,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michael stood there, watching you cry, watching the last remnants of your relationship crumble before his eyes. And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t the star. He was just another person who had lost the one thing that mattered.

You turned away from him, your heart shattered but resolute. This was the end.

And as he walked out of your life, you couldn’t help but wonder if he finally understood what it felt like to be left behind.

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“KICK AND CRUSHES” when childish rivalry took an unexpected turn

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : hyoma chigiri

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU can't believe it. Of all the people in the world to be stuck with, it had to be him-Hyoma Chigiri. The same Hyoma who kicked a soccer ball into your face back in elementary school. The same Hyoma who became your sworn enemy from that day forward. And now? The same Hyoma who you have to share a dorm room with.

It's like the universe is playing some cruel joke.

You stand there at the check-in counter of the boarding school dormitory, holding your key in one hand and your glaring stare in the other. Hyoma stands beside you, slouched against his suitcase, looking equally annoyed.

"This has to be some kind of mistake," you mutter, shaking your head.

"No mistake," Hyoma drawls lazily, peeking at the key in his hand. "We're roommates."

"Roommates? With you? Oh, hell nah," you snap back, eyes narrowing at him.

Hyoma gives a half-hearted shrug, as if your hatred for him is just another Tuesday. "Look, Y/N, I ain't thrilled about this either. I rather stay in isolation room at jail than looking at your face first thing in the morning everytime I wake up."

The dorm receptionist looks between the two of you, already exhausted by the exchange. "I assure you, the system doesn't make mistakes. Room 204 is yours. Enjoy your stay."

Enjoy. Ha. You laugh internally at the absurdity of that word. This is going to be anything but enjoyable.

You throw your bags onto the bed closest to the window, claiming it as your own. The space is small, just two beds crammed into a room with barely enough space for the both of you to coexist. But you're not about to lose round one to Hyoma. Not today.

"Seriously, how the heck did happen?" you grumble, unpacking your things with unnecessarily aggressive energy. "Stupid system. Did they think this guy is a chick like me? At least I ain't in danger.." you mumble to yourself while unpacking.

Hyoma, lounging on his bed with the grace of someone who doesn't care about anything, just smirks. "Luck, I guess."

"More like bad luck," you mutter, shoving your clothes into the drawer. "And this is your fault, anyway."

"My fault?" Hyoma raises an eyebrow. "What part of the room assignment process involves me? I'm a student like you, idiot!"

You glare at him. "I'm talking about elementary school! You still owe me for kicking that ball straight into my face!"

He blinks, tilting his head in mock confusion. "You're still mad about that? For real? Y/N, it has been like, five, six years."

"I was embarrassed at school because of you! I had to walk around with a black eye for a week!"

Hyoma snorts, clearly amused by your indignation. "At least you have a reason to cosplay as pirate at school everyday."

"Pirates have eye patches, not black eyes, dumbass!"

He stretches his arms behind his head, his smirk growing wider. "Same difference."

Oh, he thinks this is funny. You'll show him funny.

It doesn't take long before the petty revenge starts. Every little thing Hyoma does, you counter with your own passive-aggressive response. He leaves the light on while you're trying to sleep? Fine. You blast loud music while he's trying to study. He eats your snacks from the mini-fridge? You hide his shoes under the bed where he'll never find them. It's a cycle of back-and-forth, an unspoken war between two people who refuse to back down.

One evening, after a particularly long day of classes, you walk into the dorm room and find Hyoma sitting at the desk, casually munching on your favorite bag of chips.

"Oh, you did not," you hiss, stomping over to him.

He looks up, feigning innocence. "What? They were just sitting there."

You snatch the bag out of his hands, glaring daggers at him. "Do you have no respect for other people's property?"

"Do you have no respect for a man's hunger?" he retorts.

"That's it!" you declare, grabbing the nearest thing you can find-a half-eaten sandwich from your bag-and chuck it at him.

Hyoma dodges, but the sandwich still smacks him in the shoulder. "I JUST WASH THIS- OH, screw it. It's war now."

Before you know it, the two of you are throwing food at each other like children. The room quickly turns into a battlefield of sandwiches, chips, and whatever else you can find. You're both shouting insults, laughing in between, completely lost in the absurdity of it all.

"Your aim suck!" you yell, flinging a piece of bread at his head.

"You run like a chicken in heat!" he fires back, tossing a slice of cheese in your direction.

You're both breathless, still hurling insults when suddenly, you collapse on the floor, completely exhausted. Hyoma does the same, falling next to you as the food war comes to a truce. You're both lying on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in silence, catching your breath.

The silence stretches for a while before you finally speak, your voice quieter this time. "We've been acting like idiots, haven't we?"

Hyoma lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, pretty much."

You turn your head slightly to look at him. His face is flushed from all the exertion, and you can't help but laugh. "All this over a soccer ball."

You laugh, the sound light and easy for once. It's the first time in a long while that you're not annoyed with him, not plotting your next move to get under his skin. You're just... here. And surprisingly, it feels kind of nice.

"I guess we were both being petty," you admit, staring back up at the ceiling.

Hyoma hums in agreement. "Yeah. Kind of pointless, when you think about it."

You fall into a comfortable silence again, both of you too tired to continue the usual banter. The room feels different now, like a shift has happened between you. It's subtle, but it's there.

Then Hyoma speaks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Actually, Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

You turn your head toward him, curious. "What?"

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling as if he's trying to find the right words. Then, with a deep breath, he says it.

"I used to have a crush on you when we were kids."

The words hang in the air like a bomb, and you feel your heart stop for a second. He DID NOT just drop that out of nowhere!

What? A crush? On you?

You sit up quickly, staring at him like he's grown two heads. "W-What the hell did you just say?"

Hyoma props himself up on his elbows, giving you a sheepish grin. "I had a crush on you. Back in elementary school. Before, you know, I accidentally kicked that ball into your face."

You blink, your brain struggling to process this new information. "You are tripping." you were yet to believe him. You thought he was still attempting to take petty revenges at you by playing with your feelings.

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Nope, this is real. I thought you were cute. But then, well..the whole soccer ball thing happened, and, uh, things kind of spiraled from there. You avoided me and hated on me. It made me sad, to be honest."

You can't believe what you're hearing. All this time, you've been holding onto that grudge, and Hyoma... liked you? Your face turns red, and you quickly look away, your heart racing for reasons you don't quite understand.

"Well," you mumble, trying to compose yourself, "you've got a weird way of showing affection."

He laughs, the sound light and genuine. "Yeah, I guess I do."

There's a strange, fluttery feeling in your chest now, and you're not sure if it's because of the exhaustion from the food fight or because of what Hyoma just said. Either way, you find yourself suddenly very aware of how close he's sitting to you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and for the first time, you don't feel the usual urge to throw something at him. Instead, you feel... something else. Something confusing. Something that makes your face heat up even more.

Hyoma must notice the change in your demeanor because his teasing smirk softens into something more sincere. "You okay?"

You nod, a little too quickly. "Y-Yeah. Just... I never expected that."

He chuckles again, lying back down on the floor. "Yeah, I figured."

You stay sitting for a moment longer, your mind racing with thoughts you never expected to have about Hyoma. The same Hyoma who annoyed you, who stole your snacks, who kicked a soccer ball into your face. And yet, as you look at him now, lying there with that soft smile on his face, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you don't hate him as much as you thought you did.

Maybe you never really hated him at all.

The next few days are... different. There's still banter, still teasing, but the animosity between you and Hyoma seems to have melted away. You no longer feel the urge to plot revenge, and he doesn't go out of his way to annoy you as much anymore. It's strange, but also kind of nice.

And every now and then, when you catch him looking at you with that small, soft smile, your heart does that weird fluttery thing again.

Maybe this whole roommate situation isn't so bad after all.

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“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.

Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.

Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.

Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.

He was charming, cute and funny.

You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.

While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.

At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.

"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"

You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.

How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?

Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.

Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.

Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.

It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.

Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.

You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.

You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.

Nahoya and you.

While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.

Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!

You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.

One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.

"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"

You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.

For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.

You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.

You were the center of attention at the party.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.

You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.

The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"

You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.

"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.

Oh, you were boiling with rage.

The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.

"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"

"Fuck off."

Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.

He was looking into your direction.

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.

You needed to plot your revenge.

When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.

"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.

"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.

The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."

She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.

Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.

"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"

Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.

There were only you and her in the house.

Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.

Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.

At least for now..

"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.

Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.

You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.

Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.

This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.

You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.

Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.

You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.

You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)...is that you?"

Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.

You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"

"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.

"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.

There was already a body inside.

The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.

"What...did you do this?"

"Obviously."

Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.

"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."

"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."

"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."

"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."

When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.

"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"

You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.

And all of sudden, everything clicked.

This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.

You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.

'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.

You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.

When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.

"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."

"I can help with that."

You did. You brought him to your place.

You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.

Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.

' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'

You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..

'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'

You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.

"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."

"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."

"Your parents are nice too."

"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."

You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.

Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.

Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"

Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.

You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"

"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."

Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."

"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"

You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."

"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.

Finally, he became yours.

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“DON'T WORRY, I'LL BE GENTLE...” when you and him become physically intimate for the first time

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

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.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : mention of sex, profanities, minors do not interact!

THE ACTUAL GENTLE ONES

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Noel Noa , Jyubei Aryu , Kenyu Yukimiya , Tabito Karasu , Pablo Cavasoz

“Thats my good boy/girl. You're so great at this.”

“Does it feel good? Tell me if it hurts..”

“Fuck, right, fuck yeah... I love you.”

THE ONES WHO TRIED TO BE GENTLE, BUT ENDED UP BEING QUITE ROUGH

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Shouei Barou , Chris Prince , Sae Itoshi , Oliver Aiku , Leonardo Luna

“Hey, now. Don't be scared. I'm not hurting you, right?”

“Was I too rough? Sorry, love. It feels too heavenly when I'm inside you..”

“Fuck, I don't think I can hold myself back anymore. My apology, sweetheart but bear with my beastly side for a little more, alright?”

THE ONES WHO WERE ROUGH FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Michael Kaiser , Alexis Ness , Jinpachi Ego , Lavinho , Marc Snuffy . Shidou Ryusei

“My promise? You know promise is made to be broken.. I can never be gentle. Not when you drive me insane like this.”

“That's right, moan my name, scream in pleasure. I will make sure you lose your voice tomorrow.”

“No, we are not done yet... Time for round 2, my love. And I assure you, I'll show you greater heaven.”

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“HIS RED FLAGS” what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser, sae itoshi, ryusei shidou, alexis ness

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࿐*ೃ trigger warning : bodyshaming, profanities, manipulation, mention of intercourse, stalking, toxic relationship

MICHAEL KAISER

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is an arrogant and egocentric man, always bragging about himself on daily basis with you. Frequently, he belittles you and pressures you into improving yourself more. He wants to make sure you're worthy to stand next to him to maintain his distinguished image as German prodigy. Since he views himself as embodiment of perfection, you must be as perfect as him. Insulting your insecurities whenever you experience low self-esteem is his way to motivate you to better yourself.

“Stop eating that unhealthy junk. You will gain weight.”

“If you don't start working out and get rid of those fat, I'm gonna fucking dump you.”

“I don't care! Starve yourself to death or anything. If you still love me, then stop whining.”

SAE ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Living in Spain for years and learning the harsh reality of life at such young age damages his emotional growth as a teenager. He grows up as an ignorant man who lacks empathy toward others' feelings, even his own significant other. Engaging in relationship with Sae is like one-sided love. It is only you who is always concerned about the relationship and strive hard to maintain a stable relationship. Sae, in the other hand, could care less of your feelings and emotions. Often being bluntly cruel and hurting your feelings, intentionally and unintentionally. His career as soccer player is his sole priority after all.

“Can't you see I'm tired? Leave me alone.”

“Why should I waste my energy and time on a stupid date? Just stay at home.”

“Stop being mean? I'm merely being honest. It's not my fault that you're too sensitive.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Ryusei is one manipulative partner, messing with your mind and emotions frighteningly often in order to force you to stay by his side despite how toxic the relationship is. He is selfish, obsessive and possessive. He makes you believe nobody else will love you as much as he does, even tricking your mind into believing he is the only one in this world who accept you as who you are. If breaking your mind is the only mean to turn you into an obedient doll for him, he will resort to such cruelty. He also despises talking things out when conflict brews up between you and him. To him, the sole way to make peace with you is through intercourse. He never force himself on you but he frequently seduces you into having sex as distraction to avoid having serious talk. You can never resist him and always submit yourself to him willingly. His words of temptation...is irresistible.

“Break up? There is no one better than me out there.”

“Oh, sweetheart...you can never find another person to love you. I'm the only one capable of doing so..”

“Have you forgotten? You're all alone, sweetheart. Who else will be by your side when you're at your lowest?”

ALEXIS NESS

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Alexis has major trust issue and inferior complex. Often attempting to be the dominant one in the relationship by controlling you. He easily misunderstands your words or action. He unhealthily believes his words as the only truth, frequently coming up with his own speculation and accuses you of mistakes you never commit. Once he loses his mind, he becomes quite violent yet he tries to resist himself from hurting you physically. He usually suppresses himself by throwing objects on the floor to relieve his anger and warning you. However, sometime he only verbally attacks you by comparing you to other people; specifically his exes. Considering his trust issue is extremely severe, he stalks on you whenever you go out with your friends or by yourself.

“What? You want to see your friend? What's wrong with staying home with me all day? Have you lost your feelings toward me?”

“Who the fuck is that bastard with you earlier? Are you cheating on me?!”

“Shut the hell up. Why the hell are you like this? All my exes are not as annoying as you.”

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