List Of Request Themes??

List Of Request Themes??

Kk, soooo I've decided to start writing on here.~ It will be a mixture of me reposting my stories from Wattpad to here and taking requests if I'm lucky enough to get any.~ This is a list of all the things I'll write for!~

Danganronpa

Undertale (I know a LOT of AUs)

One Piece (I'm caught up on anime and manga)

Naruto

BNHA

ATLA

MCU

Gravity Falls

Camp Camp

Good Omens

One Punch Man

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen

Demon Slayer

Mob Psycho

I'm sure there are more, I watch and read too many things to inherently remember, but this is just based off of my Pinterest boards.~ The truest form of one's own self desires.~ Don't look for it.~ So just slide into my DMs real smooth like or send a formal submission, if you want a story.~ Love you dearies.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 2

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Young master, that was very reckless and you should not have attacked Gundham-"

"She shouldn't have called me 'your highness' and 'baby' before! And how was I supposed to know that she would be so upset about me attacking Gundham? Also, why the fuck did she just start crying?! Nothing she did adds up, Peko, so how could I have predicted any of this shit?!"

Peko sighed to herself, probably tired of my yelling. I was maybe the one wrong here, to a degree, but I wasn't going to admit that.

"I have some observations that may help explain all of these recent events. To begin, if you listened to what (Y/N) was saying while we were fighting, at some point it did not seem like she was talking towards you anymore. From what I can tell, you reminded her of something, or someone, from her past. She was also very protective of Gundham, despite only having know him for a semester and half, even saying, "You can't hurt him anymore," despite you never having got the chance to touch him,"

This was fucking annoying. Who knew just sitting somewhere new during free period would turn into this shit show? This girl confused me and seeing how she was in tears when we left, I felt a bit. . . "bad" for making her remember her past since I know all to well about that. It made my throat unintentionally dry just thinking about the fear her face wore, like she wasn't seeing Peko or hearing me anymore, but someone who's hurt her. . .

"Uh, that all? Anything else you notice?" Hearing Peko's analysis made me curious about a few things.

"Well, there was something else that was bugging me when I heard it and I was going to question it until we were told to leave. I'm sure you noticed part of it, but Gundham seemed awfully worried about (Y/N), even going so far as to call her by her actual name rather than the titles he calls people by compared to their "power level". Also, he called her "Knight" which seems to be a fairly high ranking to him. I deduce that they know each other more than they let on and have maybe been through something together."

Damn, I didn't notice any of that shit. I was too busy watching the fight and yelling back obscenities to (Y/N). All I knew is she was upset about what I did, that maybe I was wrong for doing, and tried to attack me. Jeez, now I felt confused! Damn these shitty feelings! Letting out an angered growl, I closed my eyes to think about everything Peko just said. 'Been through something together? It did seem like she was fighting someone. Maybe she used to be a part of a gang or illegal fight ring? She does have a unique fighting style, she was able to disarm Peko. Gundham probably knows about it.'

"Wait, what's (Y/N)'s last name?"

Peko paused walking and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I. . . do not know, to be honest. I just realized I have never found out that information until you brought it up. She has always introduced herself as just "(Y/N)", even the teachers only call her by her first name."

'Interesting. Unknown last name?'

"Lets search her up when we get home. I want to know what's so scary that she drops to the floor like a pile of bricks, and why she seemingly doesn't have a last name. It could be useful."

    Peko didn't say anything but nodded as I grinned to myself and picked back up walking towards the front gate, carrying that black hat.

~☆~

The moment we got home, I went straight to my office with Peko so we could get started. She sat at my desk and I pulled up a chair to read over her shoulder as she searched.

"I shall first bring up her school profile. It should at least show her last name," Nodding, I watched as Peko hacked into the school's private server and sifted through the student profiles. After going through our upper classmen, we finally got to our class and found (Y/N)'s profile. 'There's no fucking last name?!'

"What the fuck? Where's her last name? How could the school not know when they seem to know every other goddamn thing about us?!"

This was getting frustrating already.

"She could have requested to have that information withheld, and the headmaster would have done it with a viable enough reason. You know how he is and how he likes to make sure his students are safe and comfortable," I rolled my eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound shady as hell at all! Let's search her name through our servers, see if it pops up anywhere," With that instruction, Peko nodded and started typing away furiously on the keyboard. Knowing this might take a little, I sat back in my chair and thought about this now mysterious girl: (Y/N).

'The only other person I've heard of as being on par with Peko is Mukuro Ikusaba from class 78, the Ultimate Soldier. She was also just as mysterious until one her fellow classmates, Kyoko Kirigiri, dug up her information. Does that mean (Y/N) is better than them both, or just that she just has a different skill set that works efficiently on the defense or against armed attacks? Maybe (Y/N) was also part of that group that Ikusaba was a few years ago, the Wolves? Combat dancing. . . I should look into that too.' Before I could ponder anything else, Peko's stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Young master, I believe I have found something that may be of interest to you," At hearing this, I quickly leaned in to look at the article on the screen. It was posted on a yami ichi (Japanese black market) forum for a well know illegal fighting ring. The heading read, "Real Life Korean Tengu Fights Against the Best Fighters Underground. . . And Wins!".

"Real life Tengu? Isn't a Tengu a type of yokai (a japanese spirit) that fights against bad people?" 'I thought they were just myths.'

"Close. They are said to only fight people who they deem as badly behaved souls and send them to faraway places. They are only myths, though, so Tengu must be a stage name for the person in the picture," Now that she mentioned it, there was a picture of a young looking female in all black, Korean style clothing with a red dog mask covering her face.

"Korean clothing? Does that mean this person is from an immigrant from Korea?"

"Or they wear dance clothes ordered from Korea." This lit up a lightbulb for me.

"(Y/N) was wearing Korean style dance clothes. Does that mean she's this so called Tengu just because of her clothing choices?"

Peko stayed quiet for a moment while she read the rest of the article. I studied the picture further, noticing a bulky figure behind the winning female. He seemed to be holding her by the shoulder as he smiled leeringly at the prize money she was holding.

'Who is that-?'

"According to the article, this "Tengu" fighter said this statement: "I shall rid the world of all that is evil. On behalf of the ones who cannot protect themselves, I shall send these fiends to the faraway place of hell where I know the justice is served as hot as the fires that will damn their souls". She fought for 2 years under the supervision of her father, defeating the top fighters of the underground, before they both disappeared from the rings."

"Reminds me of that serial killer, Sparkle Justice, or some shit, that Sonia did a presentation over a while back. But more so, it sounds an awful like how Gundham talks, wouldn't you say? It would make sense if he knew about this part of her past since they seem close, right? He did yell something about "not letting her past poison her future" earlier," Once again, silence answered my questions and speculations.

"If you put together what we've learned about the Tengu fighter that disappeared after only 2 years of fighting despite being the champion, and the behavior displayed by (Y/N) today. . . I feel there might be a connection. I will do further research for confirmation and more details, so why don't you get some rest?" Although hesitant, I knew Peko would insist to stay to do this since she seemed to want to solve this mystery we've stumbled upon. Reluctantly, I just nodded and started walking back to my room.

"Fine, but don't stay up too late and if you get too tired to go back to your room, use my spare futon in the closet."

"Yes, thank you, young master,"

I grumbled at the title as I walked back to my room. Stupid thoughts swirled around in my mind as I walked down the hall in the orange, dying rays of the sun.

'Why is she so interesting? Damn bitch has me scrambling around for clues! I'm not spending any resources on her! I'll just gonna go up to her and ask her tomorrow!'

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Your POV:

"I'm fine, Gundham, I can handle myself today."

"Your words fall on deaf ears for I know the Knight of Dance, and she too, sometimes, requires protection from evil forces. Not every battle must be fought alone."

"That was yesterday, I can handle myself just fine today. If I see Fuyuhiko then I'll just walk away."

"If I am not mistaken, you attend all but one of your classes with him, correct?" I stay silent.

"Then I guess I'm skipping today with the rebel kids," And with that statement I abruptly changed course from heading to my first hour of Economics to the right towards one of the exits to the courtyard. Gundham stopped and chased after my uncaring form.

"(Y/N), stop attempting to fight your adversaries by yourself! It is not weak to have the help of others from fortnight to fortnight! I am more than dependable now to help you shoulder your burdens!"

His voice was trying to be stern but I could hear the slight desperation edging in towards the ends of his sentence. He was hurt I wasn't letting him help, as usual. I knew he meant well and wanted only to help but I didn't need help. I. . . don't need it.

"But you shouldn't have to. It's my fault I'm in this mess, and I can get myself out. You can focus on yourself, bro," Not wanting to continue this argument, I suddenly darted to the left in a sprint. Quickly making it to the end of the hall and rounding the corner, I almost crashed into a familiar face.

    Hearing his gasp of surprise before I about collided with him alerted me, and my left leg shot out to kick myself off of the wall to avoid him. Landing crouched and a hand on the floor to steady myself, I internally groaned as I saw who it was. Just my luck.

"(Y/N)-Sama! Are you okay?" My underclassman, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, took a step towards me in concern before I stood up and let out a sigh. I am all too familiar with this spiky haired boi. Taka and Mondo frequently stopped by my usual practice spots to watch me dance last semester and eventually we kind of grew to be friends. Concerning the blazing Moral Compass, it took the longest time of reassuring, blushing on his part, and 10 too many study sessions (there were about 20 total) to get acquainted enough to convince him to call me by my first name, though he still uses the honorific. He always pressed for my last name but eventually gave up when his fellow underclassman, Mondo Owada, talked to him about it per my request. Mondo and I were cool.

"Uh, yeah, hun. Just heading to class," The tardy bell rang through the halls, making me wince. "Guess I'm now "just heading" to detention now. . ?"

A sigh from him as he straightens up and takes out his pink slip notepad resigns me to my fate.

"It pains me to have to give one of my respected upper class-men, and friends, a detention slip, but no one is above the school rules. Since I do not know if you were running in the hall or just walking fast, I shall omit that,"

He holds out the thin paper, red eyes blazing with authority making me shrink a bit even though I was older and knew that was just how he was. Those same piercing eyes watched me carefully as I took it gingerly and looked to the side under his pinning gaze. His eyebrows furrow.

"Is there something troubling you, (Y/N)-Sama? You seem a bit worn, if I may say. Are you getting enough sleep?" Those questions and his genuine concern made me guilty for having to lie. I didn't want to get my innocent little freshman friend mixed up in anything, though; he obviously had a bright future ahead of him, unlike me.

"Nah, I'm fine, just practiced too much yesterday. Also, I've never been to detention so I'm a bit nervous,"

"Hm, well I suppose you should start managing your time better, which I am happy to help with anytime! Also, since this is your first offense, you only have to spend 30 minutes there! It is in room 2B, and starts 10 minutes after the last bell, do not be late!" And with that, he bowed to me and walked away.

Another tired sigh sounds from me as I decide to just go to class. 'I can ignore Fuyuhiko for 5 hours, right?'

~☆~

'Once again I was fucking wrong.'

It was only second period, Algebra II, and I couldn't focus with that damn Pomeranian's stare on me! I had one earbud in while doing my class work but I could see him out of the corner of my eye on the other side of the room glancing at me frequently. He seemed upset with me still. Why? No one knows why babies do things and this was no different.

Finally, I finished my work and put my head down until the bell rang, and the minute it did I was already out of the door. I could hear people letting out voices of protest to being shoved by someone, and one could only guess who it was. To avoid getting to class early and giving him the chance to talk to me, I purposely went down a few unneeded halls, swerving between students expertly, until I got to my next class right as the bell rang. Fuyuhiko came in a few seconds later, staring me down as he slipped into his seat. I'm already tired.

    This unsaid game of tag continued the rest of the day until lunch came around and I had to figure out how to avoid Fuyuhiko for half an hour without moving around the whole time. Then, like a godsend, I heard the solution to my temporary problem: a country accent and the arrogant, high pitched voice that always accompanies it.

    It made me smile as I also remembered I had a bag of American gummy worms in my backpack. Hearing Fuyuhiko's voice closing in behind me, I sped through the crowd until I popped up beside the "mother hen" of my class.

"Mahiru! Nice to see you, doll."

    My sudden appearance and dull voice startled the addressed girl as she whipped her head towards me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's been a while since we've talked, nice to see you too!" She gave me one of her pretty smiles with a head tilt as I just nodded my head back. I could see Hiyoko getting frustrated with me for taking away Mahiru's attention away, and mentally prepared myself for any insults.

"What, you don't wanna see me, cloudy? So mean! " Of course, her nickname was referring to the absent look I wore on my face most of the time, like my head was in the clouds which it usually is. I kept myself from rolling my eyes and instead sighed dramatically.

"Wow, that really hurts, Hiyoko.~ Of course I wanna see my favorite traditional dancer, but what's with the name?~ And here I was gonna give away these American gummy worms by Haribo to someone.~" Pulling the yellow bag from my pocket, I gave an 'oh well' look while swinging them around.

    When she saw the bag her eyes widened before reaching over and snatching them away from me. Looking from the bag to me with a newfound attitude made me smile a little.

"Forget what I said a second ago, you're totally nice, cloudy!~ How about you sit with us for lunch?~"

    Mahiru let out a nervous laugh at Hiyoko's mood swing but agreed with the suggestion which I happily obliged to. Just as I was about to verbally accept, I felt a small hand grip my arm tightly and yank me back. The sudden and harsh touch made me stiffen, and immediately resist by putting a foot behind me to pull out of the grip that eventually let me go. I already knew who it was before I turned around.

    Fuyuhiko's angered little face was screwed up as he stood there glaring at me. I took more steps back, unwillingly becoming scared. At seeing my face, Mahiru and Hiyoko turned around and immediately got upset. Of course, I knew this was going to happen so I let the distaste these 3 had for each other do the talking.

"Hey! What's the big idea with yankin' on (Y/N) like that, Fuyuhiko?! You have no manners!"

"Yeah, you can't just go around pulling on people whenever you like, idiot! I know you're a gangster but have a little bit of human decency!" The two girls attacking him verbally only made him more upset.

"Shut the hell up, you bitches, I need to talk to that fucker!" His harsh voice had me flinching a little into myself but I tried to hide it. 'Fuuuck, this is not how it's supposed to go. Don't let him get to you.' Fuyuhiko took a couple steps towards me but was stopped by Mahiru who stood in between us.

"Not with that attitude! Go away, I'm sure you hurt her anyways, so why would she want to talk to you now?" With her signature hands-on-her-hips gesture, the blonde hot head scoffed and switched his gaze back to mine that was glued to him. I'm sure he saw the fear darting around in my now miniscule irises, and the flighty position I held with one foot behind me in case I had to run. It seemed as if he were about to argue more with Mahiru, or even say something to me, before he stopped himself. His gaze slowly got less hostile and more thoughtful as he scrutinized me with a deepening brow. I looked away, trying to hide anything that I could have given away.

If I was looking at him, I would have seen him twitch his eye in confused annoyance before scoffing walking away.

"Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with these two. I'll find you later, idiot."

    With him gone, I finally relaxed and looked up again. Mahiru sighed alongside Hiyoko's groan of disdain. I straightened up again and fixed myself before they could notice anything was overly wrong.

"(Y/N), are you okay? I saw how he jerked you back like the farm animal he is!" My country friend returned back to her natural, motherly tone as she reached towards my slightly bruised arm. Before she could touch me, though, I stepped to the side a bit with a small smile.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all.~ He's pretty weak compared to me.~" At hearing my jab to Fuyuhiko's strength, Hiyoko started a tangent of her own insults as we finally made our way to the lunch room. 'Maybe I should have just stayed with Gundham today. . .'

~☆~

Sorry that this update is shorter than my last ones!~ One, I was busy this past weekend, two, I got to the character limit for a post on Tumblr, Ha, and three, I've been doing some drawing commissions for my friends.~ I'll update the last, juicy part right after this one.~ As usual, take care, dearies.~

I am forever in your debts

Is it just me or is the One Piece fandom severely lacking in animatics

This is Valor (name yet to be concrete) and it’s a character from my sister’s book she writing!~ Best I’ve drawn in a while.~ IM PROUD OF THE HANDS!!~

💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 1

I take requests and am fine with fluff, angst (not entirely good at that) and smut, mweh heh.~ If I do start getting requests, they might be slow since I like to take my time.~

Here is Masterlist of things I know.~

Part 2

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicey

💛 = Lemon/ Lotz Spicey

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF GORE AND R@PE FROM 'THE FIRST PURGE'! MONDO AND LEON ARE IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT COMES WITH THEM!~ SMALL PANIC ATTACK WARNING! POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD FROM TAKA!~

"Put me down! Dude, my skirt is lifting up, fuck off!" My (s/c) (Skin Color) hands pounded fruitlessly on the strong back of the one and only Mondo Owada.

    Currently, I was slung over his shoulder as he forced me with him to Leon's house for a hang out. This corn head only had one arm tightened around my waist as I squirmed in his grip and screamed to be let go once again, to which he only chuckled and shifted me to keep me from falling.

"Ya know that I'm not letting go, just like I know that you don't care about people seeing under ya skirt." A few runaway strands of my (h/t) (Hair Type) hair fell into my mouth from my ponytail, eliciting me to sputter it back out before answering the smug gangster holding me captive.

    He wasn't wrong with what he said but I still felt the need to feign injustice. "Okay, fine, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't wanna go to ol' firehead's house for some stupid party!"

    My steely gaze glared at the back of Mondo's dark brown mullet that contrasted the burnt orange of his bumpy pompadour. "S' not a party, just a small gathering of friends, doll."

    I could practically feel the smile he donned on his tanned face. "Not my fault that you get a bit too into your "Ultimate" when my bro is around, kid. Into the goody goody ones, right?"

    The only response he received from me was a huff as my cheeks warmed and my legs crossed in the air at the resurfacing thought of our loud, innocent and hot class president.

'Fuck, he's right-'

    The "Ultimate" ability Mondo's referring to isn't my official title. To the world I'm "The Ultimate Home Designer" but to people closer to me, I've been dubbed as "The Ultimate Flirt" for my charismatic ability to flirt and turn on anyone, boy or girl. The ability doesn't phase me for the most part since I can control my urges that come with the quirk, though I would be lying if I hadn't used it to gain some "experience" at parties before.

    Unfortunately, the most affect it's had on Kiyotaka is that he becomes red and unresponsive, at best, instead of the usual flirty response I get back from most people. It's. . . unusual, to say the least. I suppose that just shows how much of a true gentleman Kiyotaka is. How troublesome.

    As my mind wanders to places I'd rather not say out loud, I stop resisting Mondo and hold my hands to my warm cheeks stretched into a bashful smile as the opportunity here clearly presents itself.

"Put me down, ya shitty piece of overdone corn, we have a party to go to!~" The change in my demeanor has the addressed boy loosening his grip around my waist so I can slide down his front to my feet, a lopsided smirk hanging off his lips as I do.

"Knew you'd come around eventually, and looky here, we've already made it." After fixing my school uniform, I lift my head to gaze upon the mansion that is Leon Kuwata's. Said aforementioned male claims he needs all of this space for "when the ladies start rolling in", his words not mine, and they need a place to stay after an "exhausting night". And yet no one has seen any trace of these supposedly rolling women. Everyone believes that they're getting ample rest; enough to leave before they're seen at least. Plus, Leon was always one for the saying "go big or go home". Guess he interpreted that saying differently.

"Yosh, lets go in then! They don't know I'm coming, right?~ What better surprise than the Ultimate Home Designer?" A wink and blowing kiss sent to the stagnant boy beside me starts him off towards the dark mahogany front door ahead of us with any eye roll.

    Following his ring, I see the camera above the threshold point at Mondo's tall frame blocking my smaller one from view. Soon after, it puts out Leon's slightly rough voice, accompanied by a symphony of other distant male voices in the background, from our sides.

"Come on in, the door's open!"

Taking the invite inside that's basically extended to me, I quickly slide in front of Mondo and enter before him. After slipping off our shoes and replacing them with the red and white guest house shoes available, I start to look for everyone. I've only been here a few times which makes the layout a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I just follow the familiar mixed voices to a modern looking living room with all of the boys sitting around a circular, inactive kotatsu.

All of the boys from class 78 were present, save two. Hifumi had left for a fan-fiction convention right after school today, and the "class prince", Byakuya, would never be caught dead with any of us outside of school except maybe Makoto but that's a different kind of tea.

The two guys right in front of the doorway when I came in were the flame headed host and the only person that could persuade me to come with just the mention of his presence alone: Kiyotaka Ishimaru. With everyone so engrossed in the snacks at the table and each of the conversations taking place, they didn't notice Mondo and I walk in until I dropped down to my knees and crawled in between Leon and Taka. Slinging my arms around both of their shoulders, I feel them jolt, Leon more than Taka, before snapping their confused expressions to the sides of my smiling face addressed mainly towards Leon. "You know it's really rude not to invite me to your little parties! What? You afraid I'm gonna redesign your shitty house?"

At the sound of my feminine voice cutting through the deeper ones of everyone else, all attention turns to me. The innocent children of the group give me a smile and greeting while Hiro lets out a little 'Yo'. Seeing this and being my totally not over dramatic self, I grab at the left side of my partially unbuttoned school dress shirt, and fall to the left into Taka's lap.

"Ahh!! My heart! I've been impaled from the innocence!~ Goodbye hopeful world!~ Bleh."

My sudden drop made Chihiro and Makoto fret for second, blushing profusely even though I've done this before, while Hiro prays for my soul to be passed on safely. Knowing him, he probably thought I really was dead.

Unbeknownst to my momentarily diva self, Taka was gently blushing with his hands raised in an unsure way as he gazed down at my outstretched form draped across his white uniform pants.

"(Y/N)! It is good to see you as well but this is not how you sit at the table! Please straighten up!" His loud, commanding voice made my body shiver as I took a silent deep breath.

"I don't care about how you're sitting, my house isn't shitty, stupid! I'm sure it's bigger than yours!" Leon's aggravated voice harshly invaded my ears before I could slip into another fantasy.

At this point, Mondo had taken the last empty place between Chihiro and Makoto while everyone started up their conversations again, having no interest in Leon's yelling. Peeking an eye open to look up at the the irritated boy staring down at me with his pale grey eyes, I smirk and reluctantly sit up to retaliate.

Turning on my charm, a chuckle resonates from me as my pointer finger trails from Leon's stomach to the top of his beard with my face closing near his faltering gaze. I lightly tug on his facial hair, dragging my lips up his neck and next to his ear. The warmth of his oncoming blush and hot breath coming through his barely parted lips radiates onto my (s/c) neck as I respond in a sultry voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. " 'I'm sure it's bigger than yours'?~ I bet you have to say that all the time to your "female" dates, huh Leon?~"

Hiro and Mondo immediately started laughing boisterously while the children sat there a bit confused.

"Uh, you compare houses on your dates, Leon?" Makoto asked with a thoughtful expression.

    This only made Hiro and Mondo laugh harder, myself eventually joining in quietly as I slithered back into the safety of Taka's lap to put some distance between me and a now even angrier, red-faced Leon. I both felt and heard a sigh from my new seat as Kiyotaka looked from Mondo and Hiro to me with an accusatory look in his piercing red eyes.

"I do not know what that was supposed to mean, but given that Leon is even angrier, and bro and Hiro are laughing, I can only deduce that it is not about houses! And in that case, if it was something mean, that was not very nice, (Y/N)!"

His scolding tone, the feeling of his words reverberating in his chest against my arm, has my face pinking and insides tightening momentarily as I laugh harder to hide my reaction.

"And another thing, I do not think it is appropriate for you to sit-"

"Oh c'mon, Taka, lighten up!~ It's Friday night and next week is Spring Break so have some fun!~ Please?~"

Everyone agrees with me in their own ways as Leon just scoffs under his breath before turning everyone's attention to the TV to find something for us all to watch, not waiting for Taka's response. I keep my gaze on the uniformed boy I'm sitting on, moving further to sell my point, and hopefully distract him from the beginning of his previous argument, by wrapping my arms around around his slim torso and giving a pouty face.

I could feel the rising and falling of his chest, every hidden muscle he's gained from the joint workout days with Mondo under his jacket. His posture was rigid even while sitting, which was the opposite of his fluctuating heartbeat doing backflips it seemed. It was all felt just through my close proximity, and I loved every little thing about him.

This time around, I saw his pale cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a tinge of red as he stares down at me, our eyes locked together for a few time-slowing moments. My face was moving daringly closer to his grasping one while taking in every detail for as long as I could. His mouth was partially agape as if he had something to say, warm breath fanning my (s/c) face. Like before, his arms hung in the air to my sides, hesitant to place them anywhere in fear of their placing being wrong. Our position made me warm all over and I'm unable to help myself from sneaking a glance to his teasingly parted lips.

Suddenly, as if someone returned time to its normal speed, Taka takes in a staccato breath before snapping his colored face to the side, now hiding his radiant eyes behind eyelids as his hands find solace flat on the floor. 'So close!' This reaction halts my slow advancement as a small pout tugs down the corners of my lips.

"I understand this is free time b-but we must keep peace. Though.." Opening his eyes again, he accompanies his crimson pupils and face with a small, awkward half smile to face me again.

"I will try my very best to have fun."

The pure stare of determination he expressed towards me despite his moment of hesitance made my heart skip a beat, my previously pleading facade faltering into a snippet expression of adoration. My grip on the sides of his uniform tightened a little, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss, and maybe fuck, him. . . though that immediate reaction was rudely interrupted by the noise of everyone else at the table.

It seems they, Mondo and Leon being literally the only ones, had been arguing this whole time, but Taka and I had been stuck in our own little bubble until it was forcibly popped by the increasingly loud voices. I quickly let go of his uniform jacket and straightened up my posture like Taka already had when redirecting his attention to the chaos ensuing as well. At the moment Mondo and Leon were arguing about whether to watch a scary movie or an action movie respectively.

"You're just a big ol' scaredy bitch, Leon! Can't handle a few jump scares?~"

"I can totally handle that baby shit, Mondo, I just want to watch something exciting! It's my house!"

Makoto was trying to calm down Leon, Chihiro was attempting the same with Mondo, and Hiro was just cowering back from the table so as to not be a part of the drama. A sigh of exasperation leaves my mouth as I changed my position in Taka's lap so I was reverse cowgirling his legs.

'I guess I'll have to continue this later. Kiyotaka will fall for me tonight! My internal vow had me nodding to myself with a clenched hand held to my chest.

Since I was talking to myself, like a normal person, I didn't notice Taka's flared up face as he stared at my figure in its new position. He had his mouth agape again like he wanted to say something but his embarrassment caught his voice just before it could be released. After a minute of listening to the arguing of the two hot headed boys and sitting through the inability to speak to me about where I should sit, Taka apparently just decided to deal with with something he could handle right now: being a mediator and leader.

Amusingly enough, his voice seemed to be fine with working for this course of action after clearing his throat.

"Bro, Leon! Please calm down! There is no need to fight because I am sure there is a movie that involves both action and scary elements!"

Even as Taka slipped back into his usual authoritative self his blush stayed, leaving the only other questioning thing being me in his lap. Mondo looked only momentarily surprised to see it as he stopped yelling to look at his bro with face of simmered anger that was quickly dispelled and replaced with one of mischief.

Kiyotaka overlooked his bros' demeanor change, but I focused on it to which Mondo responded by starting to silently tease me with different expressions insinuating towards Taka and I doing. . . things. Leon on the other hand couldn't care less except that he would've wanted me to sit in his lap like that, but didn't even bother to argue the point. Not that the stubborn boy would ever admit his attraction to me directly.

"Oh yeah? And what movie is that, Poindexter?" The latter boy asked condescendingly to my seat. (Like calling him a seat is any better-)

"How about 'Deep Blue Sea'-" He answered matter-of-factly with a raised pointer finger.

"Ugh! We are NOT watching another stereotypical shark movie! Especially an old one like that! They're not even scary! Next!"

I remember watching Kiyotaka's suggested movie with him, Mondo, Sakura, and Aoi when it reaired in theaters last summer. It was supposed to be a class bonding thing, but us 5 were the only ones able and willing to go. Everyone was joking about it afterwards, but Taka was perturbed and "covertly" came up with reasons to avoid going to our following beach weekend.

It was safe to say that Mondo and I both knew he thought it was a genuinely scary movie.

Probably to keep Taka from saying another embarrassingly innocent suggestion, and save him the ridicule of Leon, Mondo butts in with a suggestion of his own after a few moments of thinking.

"How about. . .'The First Purge'?~"

This caught Leon's attention as he stopped sneering to grin challengingly at Mondo, seeming to have reached an unsaid consensus on the movie now.

"Its on Prime Video." He added, which spurred Leon to get to work on pulling it up. Though those two seemed excited for the movie, the rest of the group grew a bit uneasy.

"H-Hey guys, maybe we should do a, uh, majority vote. . ?" Hiro asked shakily with Chihiro and Makoto nodding their heads along.

Though Taka didn't say or do anything to object, I could feel his legs stiffen up underneath me which, I'm guessing, is what he did with the rest of himself. As everyone else once again descended into their own discussion, Taka and I were left with each other. Turning my body to look at him, I see the usually confident boy sitting stiff as a board and shoulders held squarely taut. Though it may seem like he was just sitting like he normally does, being so close allowed me to feel the tenseness his posture now held.

    His behavior concerned me since it was obvious that he was scared of watching this movie, even more so than that shark movie. To avoid the poorly remade human Grillby from hearing me, I scoot back further in his lap and leaned against Taka's chest, turning my head to whisper to him discretely.

"If you get scared you can hold onto me, Taka."

    Said addressed boy flinched subtly from both my words and sudden close proximity as his shallow breaths became more apparent, worry and building fear swirling and tainting his faltering eyes as they set on my contrasting, (e/c) (Eye Color) ones. My suggestion was born from both concern for my friend as well as a tiny, selfish desire of wanting to feel him close to me like we are now. I don't want to see him in fear like this though; it doesn't suit him.

    After staring at me, or through me, I couldn't tell, he finally starts to calm down again and gently nod his head. Once more, his rare, gentle voice made an appearance.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate the generous offer," A low, lofty chuckle makes him close his eyes. "And here I thought I was to be the brave one." His adorable quip, although simple, made me smile stupidly at him and laugh quietly to myself.

    Finding myself this close to the man (Yes our bean of innocence is a mans, a gentlemans-) I've been silently pining over ever since this semester started has my bonfire of desire relit as it was earlier, just not as strong. It's taking everything out of me not to just lean up and kiss him right now, the only thing holding me back being probability that Taka would consider that intimate and not want the attention it would bring to us.

    Especially since I would be doing it seemingly out of no where in his perspective.

    I wanted to respect his world renown morals, so I just huffed internally before turning my head forward again, not moving from Taka's strong chest. It made me feel like the one being protected and it was the only thing I could do to quell my restarted fire. . . for now. His arms were on either side of me, resting on the table now, and caging me in his lap against the round edge of the table.

    In my recent movement of leaning back against my now upgraded chair, I had positioned myself further up his thighs so my back was flush against his front. This fact suddenly became obvious to Taka as he had calmed himself down enough to notice the immediate smell of my peach-scented shampoo from under his chin. It was so sudden that he jolted a little and stiffened up for the second time against me which made me chuckle to myself, inferencing well on why he did so.

"(Y-Y/N), I think now is a good time to talk about your s-seating arrangement-" Luckily for me, this was the moment when the argument had been settled.

"Okay! Then it's settled! The rest of you sissies will have partners while I will stay strong by myself.~" A large amount of smugness coated Leon's voice as he unknowingly cut off Taka while addressing everyone.

    Mondo rolled his pale lavender eyes at the boast as Chihiro moved closer to him as his partner, which left Makoto and Hiro to fend with each other, and defaulted me and Taka together. That was good because I wasn't giving him up. Ignoring Mondo's restarted silent teasing towards me about my closer proximity and the unseen glances also sent towards Taka about his red face, I watched as Leon finally hit play and dimmed off the lights with his phone. By now the sun had started to set so it would get darker in the room as the movie went on, giving a better ambience.

(Gonna be honest, got all info about The First Purge from Wiki ehhh- I FEIGN PLOT RELEVANCY-)

    As the intro played, I could feel the bubble of ease I had set up for Taka dissipate as he shivered. I tilted my head down to see his pale hands clenched on the table as his heart beat faster against my back. Putting my attention seemingly back to the big screen, I reached my hands up to take a hold of his, my thumbs caressing along the backs of his taut tendons. He lets out a warm, shaky breath against the side of my neck that unintentionally drives me crazy again. This time there is nothing to stop me from taking a step towards mirroring my imagination and reality.

    My warm hands take a hold of Taka's cold fists to guide his arms around my waist. Due to his building fear, the boy in question doesn't react negatively, instead taking the gentle movement prompt and hugging me tighter like a teddy bear. The caresses of my thumbs to the dorsal side of his hands don't stop as he does this, my concern for him still there but just mixed in with other. . . exciting motives. Nothing harmful.

At this point, we've reached the part of the movie where Nya is almost raped, her screams make even me shiver and turn my head away. Knowing Taka is probably taking this worse, I do him the courtesy of slowly turning sideways in his tight grip around my waist to cover his ears. At my touch and the sudden quiet, Taka's screwd shut eyes shoot open to stare tearfully up at me from his hunched position, the pained look storming in his beautiful ruby eyes nothing I want to see again. This dampers my alternative motives harshly, and I stare right back, trying to convey as much comfort with just my eyes as humanly possible.

    Having seen him communicate with some of the special needs students on campus before, I know he can read lips so I mouth soothing words to him.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. Just focus on me, Taka."

    With him not being able to hear the movie as much anymore, I can feel his body slowly relax against me, his posture sagging further with tiredness. The intense stare he normally carried 24/7 is reduced to one of half-lidded, gentle gratitude and seeping weariness. Eventually I started to tune out the bloody noises of the movie and hum lowly to him as my hands, still covering his ears, guided Taka's head to rest against my chest as I noticed his eyes fluttering. Some time passed when the strict boy began to fully lean on me as he drifted into a hopefully peaceful sleep.

    I felt an unfathomable amount of self content at seeing my uptight, spiky haired class president leaning against me in complete relaxation. These emotions were so overpowering that I didn't even notice that the movie was over. With my focus being solely focused on Kiyotaka, I also spared no attention to the stare of Mondo who was the only other person not shaking in a wad of covers *cough**cough* mainly Leon *cough**cough*. Even if I had seen him I wouldn't have bothered to let the gangster tear my gaze away from the innocent face Taka held while holding me with all the trust in the world right now.

This is part 1 of 2!~ Hope you enjoyed this and my other stories to come!~ The next part of this will be a direct continuation and will come real soon!~ Love you, dearies!~

Part 2

Hiatus

I'm sorry to say, but in light of recent events, I have lost a lot of my motivation for writing and drawing. A bunch of things have happened and I can just barely get out of bed so I am going to try to push out the 2 story requests that I've gotten already but after that requests will be closed until further notice. I'm really sorry, I'll try to get out of this slp soon. Thank you, dearies.