Ayato X Gender Neutral Reader - Tumblr Posts

💭 ; lay me in the snow (where my words won't reach you)

synopsis: say it once, say it twice, it overflowed. but we're no longer wasting our last chances. (in other words, unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. that's how they'd describe their confession)

!! : masterlist.

word count: 3,214

pairings: ayato, gorou, kazuha, x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: food/drink (coffee) mention, let me know if there's anything else

notes: this is just my excuse for wanting to write out some cute accidental confession scenes after denying people of the "i love you"s in "bury my heart out of sight" lol -- reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

AYATO.

“ah, so this is where you ran off to.” you sigh, dim lighting filtering through the doorway as ayato looks at your position on the floor with a smile “nice place you’ve got.” he chuckles, closing the door slightly behind him and taking a seat next to you. a sweet silence passes between you, muffled music from the gym and the cheering voices of students echoing through the hallway. you turn your head to gaze at him, resting a hand on your knee with your head leaning against the wall, a tired gaze looking at his peacefully closed eyes and relaxed expression.  

“why’d you come looking for me?” ayato opens an eye, looking at you from the corner of it with a twitch of his lips.  

“it’s my duty as a part of the student council that everyone is enjoying themselves at these types of events. even if it’s just a little bit.” a stifled laugh turns into a cough as you give him a lazy smirk, amused by his words.  

“does that duty not stretch to you yourself? last time i checked, you were voted the king of the dance this year. it’s strange for you to not be interacting with your loving fans. plus,” you shrug “even if that wasn’t in your best interest, you'd at least be discussing the benefits of this event with the rest of the council.” finally turning to face you more, ayato ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.  

“what if i told you that this right here,” he waved a hand between the two of you “was my idea of having a good time?”  

“then i’d say you’re crazy for thinking that hiding out in the janitor’s closet with someone who nearly had a bowl of punch thrown at their face is fun.” it’s faint but you can hear the chuckle that makes its way out of his throat and how his shoulders shake with sound.  

“even if the person i was hiding with is my best friend?”  

“especially if that person is your best friend.” you smile, shifting in your spot to try and get as comfortable as you could in formal wear “god i hate wearing stuff like this. can’t even sit properly in it.” you mutter, a playful glare making its way onto your face when he chuckles again at your misfortune.  

“well i for one, think you look great.” you chuckle weakly, closing your eyes with a sigh and resting your head on the wall again.  

“i highly doubt i look as great as you’re saying right now.” you hear a faint scoff come from him.  

“nonsense. you look stunning as always.” he shifts, wanting to reach beside him and place his hand over yours but instead runs it through his hair. a beat of silence passes as he stares at your form “it’s funny, i see you every day yet i’ve never wanted to kiss you more than right now.” he blurts out, voice hushed as he takes a small moment to realise the things he’s said while being unaware of the heat that crawled up your neck. ayato casts a wary eye as he clears his throat. 

“my apologies, (y/n). my outburst was uncalled for and i’m sorry if anything i said made you uncomfortable. i understand if this changes things between us and i would love to still be friend-” the rest of his words are snuffed out when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, lips pressed against his and eyes closed. hesitantly, he rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb drawing circles on your jaw as he melts into the contact. his breath fans across your cheek as he devours the dizzying feeling. you both pull apart, small pants and huffs filling the lack of sound in the closet. you watch with a slight amount of satisfaction as a red hue spreads from ear to ear across his face and the wide adoring eyes that look back with shock.  

“in all fairness” you rub the back of your neck, muttering inaudible words while trying to stifle a grin “i’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now, too.” you manage to whisper out, resting your forehead against his shoulder. a warmth covers your hands as you still grip his collar and raising your eyes you see a warm smile sent your way.  

“if you had told me this morning that i would end up making out with my longtime crush, and best friend since diapers, in a closet, i never would have believed you.” using the wall to brace himself, he gently takes your hands in his own and off of his button-up “now what do you say, would you like to get out of here?”  

“aw, is this where prince charming whisks me away to a whole new world?” you tease, grasping his hand and letting him bring you to your feet. ayato can only let out a soft snort and grin back.  

“if anything, you’re the real saviour here. my ticket to leaving this event. or in other words,” he leans part of his body weight against you “my precious knight in shining armour.” you lightly shove him off you, as he chuckles to himself. 

he pulls you down the dim and empty hallway of the school, the dance forgotten, and dull music covered by laughter as he presses a kiss to your cheek and opens the door for you, cool night air hitting your skin before he takes your hand in his again.  

“i love you.” softly said with such truth and sealed with a squeeze of his hand.

GOROU.

“the usual today, gorou?” he nods, handing you the correct change. blue eyes watch as you smile and move to make his drink, tracking your movements as you appear to glide behind the counter. he should have gone to kokomi for more advice because he’s not ready to do this, nope, not at all. maybe tomorrow? but that’s what he said last week and look where he is right now, the next week with nothing said. 

“here’s your order!” he blinks, shaking himself from his inner thoughts and grabbing the drink from you with a small but tense smile. 

“thanks.” he cringes at the small crack in his voice as a faint blush creeps up his neck. taking a sip, he can’t help but sigh at the taste “i should.. probably move now and stop blocking other people shouldn’t i..” his voice grows quieter with the realisation as he lets out a weak chuckle to go along with it.

“mhm it’s fine. today is quiet so far so it shouldn’t matter too much.” your tap your chin “why don’t you take a seat? i get my break at about ten to fifteen anyway so my co-worker can take my place for a bit.” he grins, nodding and moving to take a seat at an empty table in a corner area of the store. 

for the next fifteen-ish minutes, he watches you serve the next couple of customers that trickle in with a smile. having finished his drink a couple minutes ago, he fiddles with the paper cup, taking off the cup holder before noticing something written in black ink on the side. turning it over, he traces a finger over the smiley face you’d drawn and flushes at the writing. 

this coffee might be hot, 

but you’re definitely hotter ;D 

“hey!” he looks up as you sit across from him “sorry about the wait.” you place your elbow on the table with your hand holding up your head “so, any updates with your life? i’ve been caught up with studying so i’m a bit out of the loop.” gorou doesn’t say anything at first but you catch him looking at what you wrote when making his coffee. 

“oh,” you chuckle “i got inspired from the time when you came up to the counter here. it was your second time here and the line you left on the napkin really had me laughing so i thought i’d offer one in return.” you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish smile “hope you don’t mind.” he shakes his head.

“n-no! i, uh, found it quite funny.” he pauses before continuing “there’s been quite a bit going on school wise these days. kokomi has been busy with helping out the treasurer with school funds lately, so she’s left preparing things for the school dance to me and a couple others on the council.” he sighs “though i’ve been kinda lost myself since well, there’s actually someone i want to ask but haven’t really gotten a clue how.” 

“y’know, i had completely forgotten about there ever being a school dance coming up.” leaning back more in your seat, you study his character a little bit “but honestly, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about really. you’re a great guy, gorou. the biggest bit of advice i’d say is to do something memorable when it comes to asking the person to go with you. you want a lasting impact that will have them looking back on the time and smiling later on.” nodding furiously, gorou takes in every word you say, listening intently so he doesn’t mess up his confession. you chat for a little longer, exchanging words about assignments from shared classes, ideas to help him with planning the actual dance itself, and whatnot. 

“and- oh, crap i have to get back to work.” you stand up from your seat with an apologetic smile “i’ll see you at school then? oh, and remember what i said, im rooting for you gorou.” in his mind he facepalms at his inability to actually talk to you, though waves back as you run off back behind the counter. 

– 

“i just can’t do it, kokomi.” gorou says in a muffled whine “everytime i try to talk to them i just clam up and can barely seem to get a word in.” he heard kokomi chuckle, turning his head so cheek was squashed on the table.

“you said that the main reason you two started talking was because of a pick up line you wrote on a napkin, right?” he flushes but nods “why don’t you take a similar approach again?” 

“that… is actually a really good idea.” he perks up with a shining in his eyes “that way, i won’t have to actually say anything. or well, i’ll probably have to explain myself and all but-” 

kokomi sits back in her seat, satisfied as gorou starts making plans for what he wants the poster to say and when he would do it. since he often goes to the coffee shop at a regular time and it’s usually when there’s the least amount of people, he could just walk in then. excitement ran through him as he smiled at the thought of being able to proudly say he was officially going to the dance with you. 

–

“gorou! didn’t expect you to come in today.” your chipper voice had him smiling “the normal order again?” he patiently waits to the side, still stuck in a slight dream-like state, and observes the people in the shop. 

“one medium latte with a double shot of espresso for gorou!” you smile at him, he seemed to be in such a good mood today so you couldn’t help but ask. 

“oh! well i…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, zoning out a bit as he thought of what to say “i…” 

“gorou? you good-”

“willyougototheschooldanceme?” he blurts out. a line of emotions flick on your face, your brain going from processing to shock to being flustered in a matter of seconds. gorou looks just as shocked as you are. this wasn’t the plan! 

“i’m so sorry that wasn’t how i wanted to- oh archons kokomi is never going to let me hear the end of this.” he groans, face red and hot as he covers his face with a hand and stiffening when he hears you chuckle. 

“you uh, may want to read what i wrote on your cup.” you say sheepishly, heat crawling up you neck and burning the tips of your ears. he slides the holder off the cup slowly, turning the cup around to stare at the text written on it. 

i like you a latte! 

so will you bean mine at the dance? 

“i guess we’re both kind of a mess when it comes to these things.” you nod along with his words. he starts to laugh and soon enough you join in. 

“so, do you accept mine?” he smiles. 

“of course.”

KAZUHA.

soft chuckles can be heard through the library as the librarian sighs and sends a shush your way. looking over his shoulder at the page, you can’t help but choke up on laughter as kazuha recites the lines of poetry with a straight face. well, tried too at least. even as an admirer of poetry himself, romantic stanzas and free verses’ chalk full of metaphors about hearts fluttering like butterflies always sent chuckles vibrating down his spine. though he couldn’t deny how warm reading these out loud made him feel, imagining your wistful smile as he tells you his latest idea of love.  

“that last poem reminds me of a book i’ve read before.” you muse, head slightly tilted as you relaxed against the bookshelf. he sits back down next to you with his lip curled into a grin.  

“oh really? what was it about?” you scratch the back of your neck, thinking for a moment.  

“it was a classic teen romance novel. new kid in the school meets the main love interest, main love interest falls head over heels for the new kid.” you shift to face him better “the new kid plays hard to get but falls just as hard. the book would’ve been alright except for the fact that they kept dancing around the truth too much to the point where it didn’t feel as satisfying when they did get together in the end.” you shrug, a lopsided grin appearing on your face “wasn’t my favourite read but definitely wasn’t the worst.”  

“what’s the title? i’d like to give it a try and see what all this fuss is about.” he says, laughing at how you blink thoughtlessly before shaking your head.  

“i can’t remember it, sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve read it and besides, it really isn’t worth a whole reading session to get through.” kazuha cocks his head to the side, a curious glint in his eyes as he wants to get you to talk more about this topic of dancing around the truth.  

“can you give me a little more insight then? a summary of sorts or maybe a list of reasons why you dislike it so much.” you groan playfully, feeling him shove you back lightly with a laugh “oh, c’mon. a book can’t be that bad.” 

“it wasn’t. the writing style was quite nice and the plot was interesting enough, but the romantic parts fell flat.” you close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder a bit “there wasn’t the right tension written out for certain scenes like where the main love interest goes to hold the protagonist’s hand and isn’t nervous about it. like how is the person so confident that the protagonist likes them back and isn’t nervous about making a move like that when they’ve only known about each other’s existence for two weeks!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up to prove a point before sighing.  

“then again, the main reason i may not like it may be due to the fact that i probably won’t get to live out a high school romance that’s in those books.” you huff, an exasperated laugh making its way past your lips.  

“what makes you say that?” kazuha watches your expression turn sour, lips pursed and brow furrowing slightly. his fingers twitch, wanting to cup your face and smother away that look to see you laugh and smile again. 

“you really do remind me of this one character from that book.” you snort, fiddling with your fingers “but really, trying to find a proper romance in high school seems so messy. not to mention if you break up with them, you’ll have to see them throughout the halls till you both graduate.”  

“yeah, i guess that makes sense.” he shrugs, trying not to seem so down about it. sitting up more, you tilt your head at him, a look of concern crossing your eyes.  

“did i say something wrong? your tone is off.” you point out. a race of nervousness runs through his bones as he coughs and smiles.  

“no! i mean, no. everything is fine. don’t worry about it.” the sceptical look on your face says it all before you lunge at him, rolling you both onto the floor with you on top of him “hey-” before he can even ask, he breaks out in laughter as you begin to tickle his side.  

“h-hey, wait!” he struggles to regain his bearings when you stop, face flushed as he stares up at you. “what- what was that for?” you smile. 

“i don’t want to force you to tell me anything that’s going on, but frowning doesn’t suit you.” you chuckle. kazuha can’t help the small pout on his lips as he sits up onto his arms, looking at the light from the window hitting your eyes.  

“i love you so much.” he mumbled, shoulders shaking in both laughter and slight heartbreak, knowing that what you said earlier was right “god, i wish i could kiss you.” he stills as your smile grows bigger. he hadn’t noticed the way your laughing had seized earlier or the hitch of your breath when he said those words.  

“say that again.” he gulps, heat creeping up his neck and ears turning pick as you move closer. 

“i wish i could kiss yo-” he eyes widen as you connect your lips with his, hand on his chin and nose nearly touching, before sinking into the feeling. pulling apart with a small gasp, he raises a hand to hover over his lips as a smile forms on his face. he can’t help but giggle at your flustered expression and you soon find yourself joining in again.  

“how’s that for the start of a high school romance?” he says through the chuckles. his breath catches in his throat as you clutch his tie in your hand with a smirk.  

“so far? great. but” you lean in a bit more again, eyes trailing over his face, “i’ll need to check again just to make sure.” 

“you said i reminded you of a character from that book.” he whispered, smiling back “care to tell me which one?” 

“oh, you’re definitely the new kid from that story.” you pull him to you by his tie “because i’ve been wanting this ever since we first started hanging out.” your breath fans across his cheek and nose as he closes the distance and presses his lips against yours, losing himself in the warmth again and how you kissed back with the same passion.