Feel Like My Fort With Stories Are Fluff And Comfort

feel like my forté with stories are fluff and comfort

BATTLE OF WITS.

summary — sampo loves to rile people up, no matter who it is and what rank you are. but, once you step into his life, could he still keep up his uncaring demeanor?

genre — comedic fluff

Sampo is an easy guy, albeit, a con-artist but a real hunk of work. If something doesn’t catch his eye within a second or stimulate his brain for more than a minute… You can say bye-bye to trying to talk to him.

Majority of people view the picture on the vacation postcard of “not-giving-a-shit” and fall in love with the idea — swimming through the clear blue waters in this mental Mediterranean sea can be more deceiving than many think. It’s a one-way ticket to losing the most important skill in life, to feel concern. He for one, couldn’t care in the slightest. It all goes to show as to why he took up the very interesting and controversial means of work in the first place.

But once he stumbled across a person completely opposite to him, he couldn’t help but feel even more irritated. Of course, it was you, with your logical and reasonable thoughts and actions. Your morals were way higher on the scale than his, and he definitely could assume your IQ and EQ followed suit. He never felt so ridiculed and threatened by your demeanour because of this aura of “coolness” and “rationality.” That was the issue, he was always the smart one— or the lack thereof. If both your brains jostled within the ring, his would be pummelled to smithereens.

He wanted to brush off this problem as per usual, forcing himself to play the “unbothered” role because his ego couldn’t handle it anymore (ahh yes, the “be the bigger person” card.) But if this were a choice between mind over matter, the latter would reign dominant. He needs to showcase his true skills, it was his only “skill” anyway.

“Hey,” Sampo called out to you while you fumbled through your satchel. You gave him a quick eyebrow raise in response.

“What’s seven times eight?” he blurted out, standing directly in front with his arms crossed over his puffed chest. Yeesh.

You, on the other hand, gave him an indescribable expression that probably amounted to confusion, irritation, and most likely concern. “What?”

“C’moonn… I don’t have all day!”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to fish out some papers from your bookbag and grumbled the answer. “Fifty-six.”

“— Riddle me this. Imagine you’re in a tough situation where your pal is crying over their partner who was absolutely shit to them. Do you, A, comfort them, B, make fun of them, or C… Listen and give advice.”

Now it was completely indescribable about what you’re feeling or thinking. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes with a blank stare. You were judging him hard.

“… A with a mix of C.”

“No, only one answer!” he protested, wagging his finger in the air.

“Then A.”

He dropped his hand and returned to the same arm-crossed position. “This isn’t fun.”

“You think you’re not having fun? This feels like an interrogation, Sampo,” you playfully snapped, closing your book bag. “The fuck was that about?”

A mere shrug was all he responded with. “Just wanted to… Figure some things out,” he vaguely responded, to which, prompted your irritation even more.

“Sampo—“

“Okay, okay! Just heard from a little bird that you’ve got a head on your shoulders,” he replied in defence. “Wanted to see if it was true or not.”

“Of course I have a head on my shoulders,” you reiterated, shaking your head in disbelief. “What? You mean like, smarter?”

Sampo nodded his head. “Precisely.”

His answer made you immediately chuckle, letting out a breathy laugh. “Shouldn’t this little questionnaire prove the point? Such dumb questions.”

“Hey! They made you think though!” he argued. “Putting you on the spot and such.”

“… Easy questions like that won’t put anyone on the spot.”

Sampo inched even closer as he let out a prideful scoff, flipping his floppy bangs back with calloused fingers. “Fine. I’ll prepare something harder then—“

“Nope,” you interrupted.

“One thing’s for certain, you are one hell of a party pooper,” he stated dejectedly, rolling his eyes as he straightened his posture. “Natasha mentioned you were smart n’ all, but how is that any good if that pretty little head of yours is full of brash comments and half-assed sarcasm.”

“Since when were you and Natasha friends?” you deadpanned, the same sarcastic tone dripping from your lips.

“We always were! Hey! Don’t give me that face!” Sampo responded but as soon as he was speaking, your figure was slowly walking away from him. You lazily waved a hand in the air without turning around.

You, 1. Sampo, 0. Try harder next time, big guy.

PUPPY LOVE.

summary — pretty boy wants to cheer you up for the new semester!

genre — fluff

“I fucking hate this,” you groaned, eyes wandered all over the calendar and notes you had displayed on your desk while you organized. January, the start of the new year and a new term for college— And here you were, already not pumped up for the tedious months headed your way.

Yuta looked over and briefly glanced at your crumbled posture in the chair. His phone was lazily situated within his grasp as he giggled in amusement.

“It won’t be that bad, it hasn’t even started yet,” he told you, trying to compromise the situation with a lighter heart. You, however, didn’t have that much positivity.

“That means another four months of stress, exams… Fuck man!” A burst of agony once again left your lips, breaking down more and you plopped your head on the table.

Yuta shook his head at your wailing, and placed his phone down as he leaned back in his chair. Seeing how you were and how he also had way more classes to take up for the term, it was no surprise that the year would automatically be tough for the both of you. He quickly glanced back to your head buried in your arms, and briefly cleared his throat.

“Say, you aren’t doing anything next week though, right?” he asked, shifting his position on the chair back and forth.

“Nope,” you replied softly, a deep sigh escaping not long after. “I was planning to lock myself in my room—“

“Let’s not do that,” he interjected amusingly, chuckling away at your pessimistic tone. “Wanna do something? Something fun, I mean. To lighten our moods for the semester.”

You immediately perked up, sitting straight in your chair and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“Like what?” you asked curiously, moving your body to face him.

Yuta looked up at the ceiling in thought, you could see the calculations run through his head. After a couple seconds, he turned to you as well and rested his elbows upon his knees.

“Remember that café you said you wanted to visit? It was the bunny one, right?” he suggested and looked for your sign of approval, to which you lightened up at his words. An obvious sign to him, of course.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ and you wanna go,” he answered, a soft smile played on his lips. You nodded and finally relaxed, the tension in your shoulder unwinding.

“How did you remember? I mentioned the bunny café like… Two months ago?”

He let out a laugh before bashfully looking away, finding solace in the many fluffy pillows you had on your bed and the night stand. A tiny, porcelain bunny sat proud next to the alarm clock. A knowing expression came to his face and mumbled out:

“I just know you.”

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AN; creds to mu_kmijj <3

APRIL SHOWERS, MAY BRING FLOWERS.

With spring rolling around, he couldn’t help but peer at the dainty, blushed petals that floated down from the cherry blossom trees. Every step was like he was walking on a cloud— whimsical, inviting— and only the lull of passing cars gave contrast to the twinkling of the bright sunlight.

Is this a date? He thought, continuing down the pathway. Or perhaps he was just overthinking. Maybe this was just all a misunderstanding that his fluttering heart convinced him with. No, no. You couldn’t possibly like him back. While ruminating within his thoughts, his feet come to an abrupt stop.

“You’re here!”

The sound of your voice was like the rays of sun beaming through the cracks of the branches. His eyes tore away from the pavement below and locked onto the bright ones that dazzled upon your face. Perhaps he had been staring for too long, as the silence of the situation dawned on him. Act fast.

“Hey,” he cooly replied, closing the gap between the both of your figures.

A mere chuckle let out from your lips, and you turned around to continue to walk down the flowery path. “I wasn’t late, right?”

“No, no… Or maybe I’m early. So that makes you extra late,” he playfully quipped, nudging you gently on the shoulder. He knew you would roll your eyes at that comment. Oh, you actually did.

“It’s 12:15 on the dot,” you protested, “Our set time is 12:20. So technically, we’re both late by your terms.”

He stifled a laugh and quickly turned his head to the side, finding solace in the presence of you and the blooming blue bells, fluttery cherry blossom petals, and tulips. He would put you in the same category with the flowers, nonetheless.

“Always so pretty during this season,” you commented, following his line of sight to gaze at the tiny flowers that dotted along the path. You reached down to graze the tips of your fingers along one. A quick glance from the flowers onto the soft looking hair of yours— The tempted words spilt from his mouth.

“They’re always pretty every season.”

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AKAASHI, geto, MEGUMI, rei suwa, yamaguchi, choso, gepard (hsr), luka (hsr), xiao, TAMAKI (ohshc), kazehaya, kyo (fruits bskt), and whoever you want <3

went to a club recently, tell me why no r&b songs were popping that night 😞

came down with an agonizing fever… again. hope my college friends don’t berate me for missing so many classes 💔😔