Kaylynn

wc: 1.0k may be occ!

suggestive but nothing direct; no direct body type stated

Practicing late on Fridays is one of the worst things to brace Atsumu Miya’s life. It has deprived him of his free time, happiness, the leftovers from Osamu he could be devouring, and the love he could be receiving from his wonderful girlfriend.

The door closes as quietly as it was opened. The click of the door reverbs around the living room where he slips off the volleyball shoes at the door. Faint music plays from behind the door of your shared room, and Atsumu immediately smiles. His steps pad across the dark wooden flooring and he pushes open the bedroom door to find— no one? His eyes direct towards where the music is actually coming from, the bathroom. With a not so graceful move, he tosses his gym bag onto your vanity’s chair and sets his warm brown eyes on the bathroom.

Quiet, intimate jazz plays from behind the cracked door. The flicker of orange light— assumably from multiple candles— is the only illumination directing his path. The blond bites down on his lip to suppress the shit-eating grin forming. Standing just outside the door, the scent of rose and something addictive he can’t quite name brushes his senses.

Atsumu pushes to door open to a scene that looks straight out of a movie. Fake candles, mixed with real ones, surround the large white tub that’s filled to the brim with bubbles and rose petals scattered on top. A bottle of champagne sits upon the bathroom counter inside a little bucket of ice. One glass stands tall beside the bucket. Why only one? Because, the other is being tilted back against the lips of the man’s lover, you.

You slip off the counter, a long, red, silk robe tied around your body. Atsumu’s tired eyes can’t help but watch like you are the most beautiful creature to grace nature itself, trailing slowly over your face and body as you approach him.

“If I didn’t know any better,”

He begins talking, quiet, as if scared to break the tension by speaking too loud.

“I’d say ya maybe have a crush on me.”

A smile pulls at Atsumu’s lips, genuine and sincere. You slink your arms around his neck, mirroring his smile.

“How’d you know?”

The words leave your mouth with an easy giggle. The way Atsumu’s heart melts at the sound, despite hearing it for maybe the ten thousandth time, it’s swoon-worthy. At least, that’s what he says. The man would watch you tumble down the stairs and proceed to cry, not because of worry over your safety, but over how beautiful you looked while falling.

You lean forward and press your lips to your boyfriend’s, kissing him sweetly. He reciprocates without hesitation, one arm slipping around your waist while the other cups your neck gently. He feels your hands slip into his hair, playing with the still brown strands at the back of his neck. Atsumu pulls away after a moment to kiss your forehead, speaking after the peck.

“I’m guessin’ ya had a good day? Wasn’ expecting ta come home ta all of this.”

”Hm, not necessarily. My day was average, at best. But, when you texted and said that you were gonna be at practice till late, I assumed you most likely would be in a bad mood.”

Atsumu almost laughs at how you worded that as an insult.

”Wanted to do something for you other than cooking. You’ve been coming home late recently, I miss you.”

You finish your words with a press of your lips to his cheek. Leaning back a bit, your hands move to cup his sharp jaw, smiling at the little features you notice even in the dim light. Tired eyes, dark circles, that one smile he only has when he’s too sleepy to even try to look smug. It’s then that you decide to trash your original plan for how you wanted the night to go about. Atsumu always takes care of you when you are tired or sick, so you like to reciprocate his efforts.

”Let’s get you out of these, ‘kay?”

With your assistance, Atsumu sheds off his practice clothes with a sigh. He feels a bit guilty. Anyone could look at the scene before them and know what the plan was, and god does he want to, but his body is just so exhausted he isn’t even sure he would be able to make it to the bed.

”Yer so gorgeous. So, so beautiful. I know ya wanted to— fuck, ’m so tired. I’m sorry—“

”Hey, hey, it’s okay. I don’t care, ‘Tsumu. I just want to help you relax. We’re not doing anything tonight.”

Atsumu Miya wants to cry. Instead, he just kisses you again. Just as slow, just as sweet, just as gentle.

The two of you walk over to the bath together hand in hand. His large hands move to untie the silk ribbon of your robe, pushing it off your body. He takes a second to gape at the gorgeous red lingerie on your body, and the guilt settles in again, deeper this time. You bought a new set, set the mood, decorated the bathroom— all this effort for him to waste it.

”I can tell what you’re thinking, Atsumu. Stop it.”

Brown eyes meet yours, staring like a dog who was just scolded.

”I told you, you big baby, I don’t care. You can enjoy this set another night. Tonight I’m taking care of you.”

You kiss his neck once, the right side, an inch below his ear. He nods without a word in response to your promise, hands moving to rid you of the rest of the fabric on your skin. Hands holding yours, he guides you into the (still warm) water. It’s only a second later that he steps in with you. You sink down together, bare skin pressed to bare skin. It’s intimate, romantic, vulnerable in a way that doesn’t require being sexual. A mod only two people so deeply in love can share. He stares at you like you hung the stars, practically on the verge of sleep, and you caress his face, peppering it with little kisses.

”I can’t wait ta see ya in that again when I’m actually awake.”

You laugh.

”I love you.”

”I love ya too.”

Hi there everyone how we doing it’s been so long

I saw Audrey Hobert live btw and I’m seeing Phoebe Bridgers live btw and I’m trying to get w2e + Malcolm Todd tickets btw

Omg i finished Off Campus the other day its was actually so incredibly terrible I LOVED; John Logan is hot sorry

Wrote this after watching love island btw

I dont know how to write Atsumu so sorry oops he’s such a changing personality in my head yk

Buissines at the top party at the bottom

“That’s not the fucking saying” ok sorry

Forgot how much i love jazz and the blues and rediscovered while writing omfg

wc: 8.4k

fwb!Takuma Ino x f!reader

s: Ino breaks rule one in the unofficial rule book of being friends with benefits.

Slightly suggestive + Not proof read + written at 4am when i was deliorious pls dont hate crime ty

To be “casual” with someone meant doing things that barely mattered with another. It all depends on who you ask for the exact definition of what it means to be casual with another person. But, whatever you and Ino had was not fucking casual.

Ino Takuma, the, “go with the flow let the flow take me” kinda guy. Chestnut brown hair, sickeningly sweet honey brown eyes, that stupid smile of his that shows all his teeth. Ino wasn’t popular, per se, because the concept of being “popular” was a joke, but yeah he was pretty known. It’s not hard when you’re in a frat known for the biggest parties on campus. He’s carefree in that way that he was easy to be around, but he isn’t stupid. He’s the kind of guy to only drink often when he had nothing coming up, so he never passed on the opportunity to party. Ino thrived in the type of crowd that parties brought. People letting loose, dancing joyfully, letting their inner self shine with just a few sips of that liquid courage.

Even if he wasn’t drinking at a party, he still enjoyed chatting and observing. Not even needing alcohol to be the light of the room, Ino bounced from person to person, making mindless conversation. Sometimes you wonder to yourself how a guy like him would even think about someone like you.

Those thoughts disappear whenever you’re together. Ino is sweet. He’s helpful. He’s caring. A funny, energetic, all rounder of a guy. And god was he good in bed. Strong arms and lingering stamina did wonders for a nasty activity. You had come to know this very well in the past few, around 5, months.

It all started early into your sophomore year of college, a little over a year ago. Ino was a constant in one of your classes. Having been late on the first day and having no other choice but to pick the seat beside you for the year, you two had chatted a lot. A friendship quickly grew from just seat mates to hanging out multiple days a week on and off campus. Now, Ino knew you weren’t really the party-goer type. He knew you were more of the by the book, A’s and B’s in every course, reserved type. Did that stop him from dragging you to frat houses with him? Nope.

At one of these parties he ended up dragging you to, unwilling from your side, Ino had handed you a drink.

“You’ll like it, trust me. If ya’ don’t: I’ll let you hit me all you want.”

Was all he said, followed by that stupid smile that for some reason made your stomach twist, before you started to down it. You may regret that action for the rest of your life. Each drink lessened your nerves and made you lose sight of your typical activity. Ino, being one who took a bit to get drunk, made sure you didn’t do anything to embarrass yourself or get into danger whilst you slipped further. One hand staying on or by you the whole time.

Eventually, a group of people, most you knew, were sat in a room and playing those stupid party games you thought only happened in American Highschool movies like truth or dare, spin the bottle, and seven minutes in heaven. Seven minutes in heaven was really the only game you still have an inkling of memory from that night. Why? Because that’s what started this whole “fuck in our free time” relationship you and Ino share.

Whether it was because of the liquor in your system clouding your brain, or the fact he looked so great with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and hazy eyes— you’re not sure. But, it was like something took control of your body the second Ino spun the empty beer bottle and it landed on you. Pressed into the closet where no one should even be stepping into, you couldn’t control yourself.

The memory of that moment is pretty hazy. All that lingers is the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his hands, the shaky breaths and whispered curses between each exchange, the press of his body against yours—

and the fact you woke up in his bed the next morning. Bare and covered in marks.

No sane person would call that casual. But Ino made you dumb sometimes, so you brushed it off and just let it go. Until it happened again. And again. And then it became like a routine to let off steam. When he had a stressful day, you offered to come over— and it would always lead to the two of you entangled in bed. Whenever you broke down over classes and grades, Ino would come over to comfort— which, again, would lead to you two under the sheets.

————————————————————

You stretch your arms over your head, taking a break. You’d been studying at your desk, hunched over textbooks, for hours. With some type of physic knowledge, Ino Takuma himself just struts into your apartment like he owns the place, pushing open the door to your bedroom with no regard or second thought.

“Yo.”

As casually as he would sound just passing by. He drops a bag onto the cleared space of your dresser, pulling out a bag of chips and snacking mindlessly.

“What’ca up to? Busy?”

You blink, head turned over your shoulder to stare at him. You’ll never get used to him doing this.

“Yeah, kinda. My professor is giving us a quiz next week that I’m not ready for. Thought I could get ahead by studying before the weekend.”

“Booooo. Who studies on a Friday?”

He saunters over, propping his hip against the edge of your desk, peering down at your work.

“Wanna go out with me tonight? There’s a new bar opening downtown!”

That smile. That stupid, stupid smile. Tear bared to you, lips curved up, joy radiating from the brunette man. His eyes catch on yours, waiting. You really should stay and study, you’re not gaining anything by getting shit faced and probably ended up back at his place. But, it’s not like a few hours less is really gonna set you back? Right? Why is he so hard to say no to?

“You really just jump at any opportunity to drink?”

A sigh slips from your lips, heading turning back to your work in contemplation, then back to his warm brown eyes.

“Fine.”

It seems almost impossible for his smile to get any bigger than it was when he was asking, but now he’s just beaming. He laughs, crunching on the chips in hand.

“I’ll treat ya’ then. A reward for working hard, I suppose.”

Hours had easily passed like seconds. You and Ino spent the remaining time until you decided to leave laughing over stupid things and helping you pick out something to wear while he stayed in the black crew and black sweats he had on. You felt compelled to dress cute, unsure of why.

The two of you step into the bar together. It’s alright pretty packed, seeing as it only just opened two hours ago. Ino ran over to the bar when he noticed two seats open up, dragging you with. He orders for himself, watching you when you order after him and he opens a tab. Conversation flows easily between you two, sips and shared words. He tries your drink, comments on how it’s too sweet, laughs when your face scrunches up at the taste of his beer.

Ino watches as you stand from the stool after a while, but what seemed like a few moments.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Watch my drink.”

His eyes follow you like a magnet. He can’t tear his eyes away from the back of your head. His heart beats weirdly quick, a shaky breath slipping from his tongue unwilling. Ino purses his lips, forcing his eyes closed and downing the rest of the drink in his grip. He doesn’t understand why he’s experiencing this. Why did you have such a weird pull on the boy? Yes, he originally got close with you because he thought you were really sweet and pretty, and he was ecstatic when you agreed to keep using each other for pleasure, but he just thought he was being a stupid, horny college boy. Why is he genuinely missing you when you walk away from him for even just a moment. He’s so distracted with his thoughts that he only remembers where he is when a random girl walks over.

“Sorry, someone is sitting there—“

“You’re cute, I wanna buy you a drink.”

Huh?

The girl sitting in front of him— plopped in your seat— leans forward. Her eyes narrow, a playful smile on her glossy lips. Ino doesn’t know how to respond, normally he would just let it happen or quickly but kindly shoot them down if he didn’t feel like drinking, and still talk to them. Yet, all he wanted was for this girl to go away.

“Sorry, not interested.”

You walk back out of the bathroom, maneuvering over floor and squeezing by people to return to the boy who had been laughing with you all night. Your body felt warm, easy. And when you can see him from behind someone— oh?

There’s a girl in your seat, leaning towards him.

Why does your mood suddenly flip? Why do your fists clench and jaw go tight? Why do you want to either walk over and cut in or just walk out of the bar all together? You stare from what seems like forever, less than a minute, before she walks away. And, he pays and stands from the stool. Looking around, he spots you with a tight lipped smile. He walks to the door, saying nothing from across the room. You walk after him, stepping out into the cold air of night with him.

“Who was that?”

Shit. He didn’t realize you saw that.

Why does he care so much?

“Random girl. Wanted to buy me a drink, I guess?”

“Oh.”

You two walk side by side, a little distance between. Your heels click against the concrete, filling the awkward air. Ino can’t take it.

He spins towards you, hands reaching up to your face. He presses his lips to yours and kisses like he’s desperate, backing you up against the wall behind you. A surprised squeak leaves your lips at his suddenness. He slots his knee between your legs, pressing you into the concrete and slipping his hands down to your hips. You melt into him, arms wrapped around his neck. As you lean in to deepen the kiss— something feels wrong.

You pull away, he chases your lips before realizing. His eyes open, blinking at you and panting lightly.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that so quickly— that was stupid.”

You clench your jaw, hands falling from him.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just… not up for it tonight, I guess.”

“Let’s just get you back to your apartment.”

The train ride home is riddled with quick questions and one word answers, scrolling through phones, and pointing out how much longer there is left. When you two depart and you head inside, he finds himself starting again. What the hell is up with him?

————————————————————

“Where’s your little girlfriend?”

Who else would ask that question but Satoru Gojo, the Greek house’s president himself.

Ino is sprawled over one of the couches in the house, some random sports game playing on the TV. His head is cocked back over the armrest, uncaring of how disgusting that couch may be. Ino’s eyes are screwed shut, not sleeping just thinking. Of you.

The senior looms over him, all silky white hair and annoyingly pretty blue eyes. He holds that cocky smirk like he knows his words are a constant reminder of his teasing nature. Ino’s eyes flutter open, peering up at Gojo. He grits his teeth.

“Girlfriend? You mean y/n? It’s not like that, man.”

It pains even him to say the words, and the way Gojo raises his eyebrows like he’s both surprised and disappointed at the same time just pisses him off.

“Sure, it ain’t. Then why are you suddenly miserable? I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

Takuma rolls his eyes, watch Gojo circle around to the front of the couch. Ino moves, sitting up now so Gojo can plop down at the other end. Ino sits back against the cushions, spreading his thighs and running his hands down his face.

“I don’t know. She’s been busy.”

You’re ignoring him. He knows you are because he’s doing the same. Not a single word or text or call has been heard between you two since that night.

“Aw, lovers quarrel? How adorable.”

“I said it wasn’t like that.”

Gojo laughs at Ino’s sudden sharpness. He doesn’t believe him for a minute.

“My bad.”

Silence settles between them. An old hockey game plays over the screen of the TV they’ve had to replace multiple times. The silence isn’t awkward— it’s just too quiet. Ino’s mind is spinning. He can’t stop thinking about your face that night. Why did you look.. scared? Or was it hesitant? You’ve never been hesitant before? Maybe you have been when thinking about plans or drinking, but never about something like the shared intimate experiences? Should he ask for advice?

“Dumb question. Hypothetical. If I— or someone— were to upset another person, but they weren’t aware of what they did. One, how would this person, hypothetically, find out and apologize? And two, get the person they upset to stop ignoring them.”

Gojo turns his head to the brunette, giving him a slight “are you serious” look. The albino man sighs, leaning his head on the back of the couch.

“You messed up with her, huh? Not good, Takuma. Happy wife means happy life.”

Ino decides not to comment or even react to anything Gojo says. Which, prompts a sigh from the blue eyed freak.

“Reach out. Go see her if she’s ignoring you for a reason you’re not sure of. Either you made her mad, or she’s just not feeling the greatest. Either way, do it soon. You being all down freaks me the hell out— straight up chills, dude.”

“Haha, very funny.”

…

“You really think I should go see her?”

Gojo smirks.

“Would I ever give bad advice?”

The brunette stands from the couch, a little too quick for someone who has barely moved all day. He makes a beeline for the door and slips his shoes on carelessly. He leave the house without another word and opens his phone, checking your location.

You’re at a cafe. Not just any cafe, your favorite. The one with the really good matcha and the hot chocolate that tastes like water and pure coco powder. He catches the bus and heads straight there, sorting his emotions out on the ride.

Takuma Ino has feelings for you. It took him just six days away from you to realize this. He’s pathetically, stupidly, sweetly head over heels in love with you. How did he not see it sooner?

When the bus stops he practically sprints to the cafe. He keeps looking at his phone to make sure you haven’t moved and he can still catch you. He needs to sit with you, ask what he did wrong, apologize even if it wasn’t his fault in the matter, kiss you stupid again, actually mean it this time, and confess how badly he has fallen.

So, when he reaches the cafe, his heart sinks. And he turns around.

You’re sitting at a table by the window with a guy he recognizes from one of your Tuesday lectures. You’re sitting side by side at a booth. Your finger is tracing his palm, why are you touching him?

Takuma doesn’t get jealous. He’s only had two real relationships before, and he hasn’t been in one since the beginning of freshman year for college, before he even knew you. He never got jealous, not once. Not even when he saw his, now ex-girlfriend, making out with what he thought was his best friend. In Ino’s car, mind you. The only person who knows this about his life are his brother Nanami, and you. So here he stands, seething with a quiet rage.

You look content, and as much as it angers him… you look so pretty. Ino turns on his heel and walks away, slowly. His world feels like it’s crashing down on him, like 80% of humanity had just been wiped out. He walks back into the frat house, now empty, and goes to his room. His roommates are out. Takuma Ino, a grown man, starts to cry.

He collapses onto his bed, rolling onto his back, and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. Fat tears slip from the corners of his eyes, rolling down the sides of his face. His lips twist into a frown, embarrassed at himself for being this pathetic. He cries and cries, and eventually falls asleep.

No texts, no calls, not even a single word. You’ve been ignoring the man that you’ve unconsciously been spending every day with for months. It feels weird being around him. Like it’s so right and so sick at the same time. Your stomach flutters and your head spins and your heart races. You know how Ino’s last relationships had ended, none of them being peaceful resolutions. You’d listened to him talk about these girls who did him terribly like it was just another Wednesday. You knew how he tried to steer clear of any girl interested in him, so, thats why you felt so sick and guilty when these thoughts started popping into your brain. You two have seen the most vulnerable sides of each other— physically and mentally. Sharing deep thoughts and emotions to seeing each other bare and intimate. It’s a large scale.

You don’t want to ruin what little relationship you have with each other because of your own selfish desires, so you distance yourself from him. And, he doesn’t bother to reach out.

You continue going to classes like normal, but you don’t see him waiting at the door anymore. You continue studying, but he doesn’t barge into your apartment with snacks. With his absence comes an increase in free time. It’s driving you crazy after only two days, so at five, you decide to make plans, and at six, you proceed with them.

Meeting up with the boy you were assigned partners with on your Tuesday lectures, you relax a bit. He’s fun, easy to talk to, calm in that way that doesn’t make you think he’s judging but he’s just low maintenance. Fuck. He’s just like you.

A few more days pass. Days where you’ve cried yourself to sleep for a reason you can’t name but you have an idea of. Why do you have to be so selfish?

————————————————————

It’s 2:54 am on a Friday night when you wake up. Your eyes are puffy from earlier sobbing, limbs heavy. You’re starving.

Ending up at a nearby convenience store, you fill your arms with food and whatever your sleep-ridden mind decides is delicious in the middle of the night. The walk back to your apartments feels like it drags on forever, and even longer— almost like time starting moving in slow-mo— when you realize he is walking down the street towards you. Frozen, you can’t move. He looks so broken, like a beautiful crown that had been dropped and chipped.

He looks up from his phone when he feels eyes on him, eyes meeting yours. His go wide, blown open like the world had just cracked beneath his feet. His lips part and close a few times like he’s trying to speak but can’t get it out, and then it starts. Tears slip down his face quicker than he can react. You saw them, he knows you saw them. His hands fly to his face, and you run over to him.

“Takuma.. why are you— are you okay?”

You reach forward yet hesitant, fingers twitching to hold.

“Shit— don’t…”

He trails off when a sob gets caught in his throat, crouching with his head in his hands on the sidewalk. You panic. It’s just the two of you around under the stars. No cars, no people. Just you and the mess of the boy you’d come to know and fall in love with.

“Woah, hey. I’m sorry, did I do something..?”

You kneel down beside him, trying to look at his face. You suck it up and wrap one hand around a wrist of his, gently tugging. Ino Takuma was easygoing, energetic, humorous. The life of the party. He was not a crier.

“No, fuck, you never did anything. It’s just… you left. I didn’t know how to process you not being there, god I felt crazy.”

His voice is broken. He’s so embarrassed. Despite this, he moves his hands and lets you see his glossy eyes and tear stricken face.

“And then I saw you with a guy and I just. I shut down. I don’t know what came over me, but I felt like I was going to implode.”

You can do nothing but kneel there and listen, eyes wide and bag forgotten on the concrete.

“I didn’t know how to act knowing you were upset with me. And then I realized something I wish I hadn’t now.”

Ino rambles, swiping at his eyes, but the tears don’t stop.

“I wasn’t.. upset with you? Maybe I was a little, but that was my own stupid reason. You didn’t do anything. Please stop crying, this is so unlike you.”

Ino grabs your wrist as you reach for him again, looking straight at you. His teary, honey brown eyes, sparkling in the street lights, meet your own, lips parted.

“I love you.”

..huh?!

You blink, and blink again, trying to process. Warmth creeps up your neck, painting the tips of your ears.

“You what?”

“I love you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for months. You take up my thoughts. I can’t focus in class knowing I’ll see you later in the day, I see you in my dreams, when I’m working out, drinking, partying- fuck even Gojo has noticed.”

He hiccups, a weak sob slipping from his throat.

“I’m sorry, I know you don’t like me like that. I just needed to—“

Just like that, your lips are on his. Warm and familiar. Yet, it feels different this time. It’s not quick and heated. It’s not a clash of teeth and tongue. It’s slow and meaningful, the spill of emotion. He lets his eyes flutter closed, a tear sliding down and mixing where your lips are met. You pull back, watching him.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t like you? You have literally seen me with unshaven legs, are you kidding?”

Ino’s mind is racing.

“Well.. I saw you with a guy at your cafe the other day. So, I thought…”

A laugh falls from my lips, hearty and real.

“Oh, oh my god, no. He’s a random guy from my class, we got paired up. He likes men. We bonded over those palm readings and I was trying to do one.”

And here’s where the embarrassment comes back at Ino in full force, because here he is crying at 3 am in the middle of the sidewalk over an issue that would’ve been solved had he just texted.

“So.. you like me?”

The blush that creeps on your face is down-right addicting. Ino has seen you desperate, he’s seen you bare and vulnerable, he’s seen you cry of pleasure and sometimes of pain over something old. But, he’s never seen you blush like this.

“I do.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Like really-“

“For the love of god, yes. I like you, Ino.”

He shuts up, a smile raising on his lips.

“And you’re not turned off by the fact I’m crying?”

“Nah, you’re hot when you look pathetic.”

Welp okay then. Ino wipes his eyes and stands back up, sniffling. His eyes are now red and glossy, a bit puffy from breaking down. You follow him up, watching for a moment. When he moves his hands away to watch you, he smiles this time.

The smile that makes you crazy— full teeth and radiating joy.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Ino’s voice is quiet now, a whisper, like anything louder will break the gentle atmosphere between you two and the newly shared confessions of shared love.

“I don’t know, will you start crying again?”

“…no.”

“Will you take me out and confess to me properly?”

“Yes.”

A final smile spreads over your lips as you step forward, slipping your arms around his neck. It’s not perfect. This whole relationship leading to now. The internal back and forth of “what are we” and “is there more to this relationship then just fuck-buddies”. But, you knew going into anything with Ino Takuma that it would be messy, difficult, but so much fun. And now, you get to explore even more with each other. This time as something serious, because fuck being “casual”. Casual isn’t something Ino does.

“Then, yes. You can kiss me.”

wc: 2.1k

i wrote this at 2am so its lowkey straight bs and may be ooc

I went crazy trying to think of a song and purple rain came on so thats how we got there

More notes at bottom like ao3 wow

It was all set. Ren Shiranami was determined to make sure this movie marathon was perfect. Who else was he going to have a movie marathon with if not you? He smuggled both of your favorite snacks into his dorm, made sure his laptop was fully charged, and made sure his noisy dormmates wouldn’t bother you two by locking his door and his window. Ren hadn’t been able to relax recently with everything Haru was making him do throughout Jabberwock’s vast land. He also hadn’t been able to see you, his closest friend, for the same reason. So, he wanted tonight to be perfect. Find some old terrible horror movies, trash talk each of them with you, laugh about how bad they each are, and stuff your faces with food.

Unfortunately, his plans went nothing like he wanted them to. When you got there, you begged to start the night with a romance movie. Now, Ren didn’t hate romance movies, they just weren’t really his thing. He tried to suggest something else, but the pleading look on your face got through his reluctant mood. He let you pick out the movie, sliding the laptop over to you. Ren walks over to his bedside table and picks up the snacks he brought for you, a kind act you probably would have never seen coming, and turns back. When his eyes meet yours, you are already sitting up against his pillows with a blanket over your legs and the laptop placed on your thighs. Ren slides under the blanket beside you, pulling the laptop from your outstretched hands as you offer it, and places it between the two of you, just as you always do. He reaches forward and presses play.

What he can’t seem to understand isn’t why the main character keeps all of her bridesmaids dresses, or why her sister was so annoying— no, he was paying attention at least enough. He can’t understand why his heart is beating so fast. Ren’s heart was racing in his chest, his hands felt clammy. When did you get so close, when was his arm around your shoulders, why was he noticing this all? He shudders in embarrassment, cheeks warming. Ren cringes at himself for worrying over such meaningless actions, you guys were always like this, right? Was it really meaningless?

“Why do you think they chose twenty-seven?”

Your voice snaps Ren out of his dazed confusion. He blinks, turning his head to face you. He opens his mouth to ask you to repeat the question, but the words get stuck in his throat, dying in a strained noise. Your head is already lifted off his shoulder, your eyes already on his, your face mere inches away. With the way he watches the blacks of your pupils expand and the raise of your eyebrows, he assumes you didn’t realize you were both this close. He swallows, hard, and slides back a tiny bit.

”Huh? What did you say?”

You both just stare at each other for a moment before you turn back towards the laptop, training your eyes back on the movie. It’s suddenly awkward. What is happening between you two?

”Nothing, just a dumb question. It’s not important.”

”Ah..”

Silence. The only sound in the whole room is the movie itself and the chirps and calls of animals outside. Ren can’t help but glance over at you every few seconds, praying the movie can just end soon so he can excuse himself for a few minutes. And, that’s exactly what he does.

After a while, the movie ends, he excuses himself to the bathroom, stares at himself in the mirror, washes his hands, and walks back like his head isn’t spinning. At least it’s finally time for what he has been looking forward to all day: shitty horror movies he can berate all he wants. Ren sits back down beside you on his bed, searching for a new movie. He adds a few comments of where he heard about the movie and places the laptop down once more. The comments he read online were right, this movie is a straight pile of shit and nothing more. So, why were you jolting at the jumpscares? Ren turns his head to you once more, your hands reaching to clutch at his shirt. Oh, poor Ren’s heart just stopped. You’re leaning into him, hand grasping the fabric over his chest, eyes screwed shut.

Ren clears his throat quietly, pushing himself to speak.

”If you wanna back out just say so. I can put on another stupid romance movie, if you are really that much of a coward?”

He laughs, teasing you in an attempt to lift the awkward tension between you two. He would watch whatever you wanted if it meant you would stay longer, though he would never in his life admit that to you. Ren watches as you peel your eyes open once more, staring forward at the laptop. How do you look so pretty under such little light? Your hand releases his shirt, and he feels a drop of disappointment flow through him. You don’t turn your head while you speak to him.

”Gosh, sorry mister I’mnotafraidofanything, i didn’t see it coming.”

Ren turns his head back to the movie, biting back a smug smile at your fear. You start to lean into him, pushing your legs back out straight from where they started to curl back into you as a fear response. You complain and run your hands over your face.

“I don’t want to back out, it just startled me. I thought that when she walked in she was going to find the lighter she was looking for, nope it was just a ten foot tall monster. The jumpscare isn’t even scary, it just… came out of nowhere.”

Your head falls onto his shoulder, face still covered by your hands. He tenses up uncontrollably like a startled cat, breath hitching when your head hits his shoulder. His teal eyes flicker down to you for half a second before he forces himself to look back at the screen. Expect, now Ren cannot bring himself to focus.

”You really got scared by that? Dumbest scare I’ve ever seen.”

A pause. Then with forced nonchalance:

”You’re not actually scared though? I could pause it, if you want.”

“No, I’m okay. Surprisingly, I’m actually kind of invested in the plot.”

Your body shifts, knees curling in and pointing towards him now. He is very, very aware of how close you are. Your head is on his shoulder, enough where if you just raised your head your lips would brush his cheek. Your hands are so close that he could interlock your pinkies and make it seem like an accident. You look comfortable, though, so Ren stays as still as he can.

”Invested? Are you kidding, the story is so bad?”

”I just want to see if the main characters end up together. Jeez.”

”Of course you do.”

You ignore his comment. The room is dark, save for the illumination of the laptop, obviously, and the soft glow of the hallway light peeking through the bottom of the door. Music starts to play in the background of the movie, a familiar 80s love song you enjoy.

”The movie may suck, other than the tension between those two, but at least the music is good.”

“Oh my god. You’re seriously invested in this garbage romance subplot?

“I love shitty romance plots, in movies like this. You can’t deny it, they are so cute.”

You look down at the bag of candy open in your lap, searching for your favorite flavor. A sudden jumpscare blares from the laptop, a cheaply made CGI monster and some scream that just doesn’t sound like the main girl at all. Ren looks over at you, snickering to himself.

”Did that one scare you too?”

You pull the candy out of the bag with a smile, suddenly snapping back into reality because of his question. You start to speak, slowly turning your head away from the screen as you do.

”Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention out, what —“

You’re both facing each other, lips inches away.

”happened….”

In the back of his mind, he can hear Purple Rain by Prince starting to play from the movie. You were right, the movie did have a good soundtrack. But, even it’s all a buzz to him. Some dramatic scene is playing, yet it is all so distant to him. He can only focus on you. His eyes widen just the slightest, mirroring yours. This is the second time this has happened tonight. His heart is pounding, so damn loud, and he’s sure you can hear it.

You, on the other hand, can feel the music in your soul. Ren’s face is so close, one push and you would be locking lips. Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach, fingers tingling. You have watched so many romance movies where scenes like this play out almost exactly. A beautiful song in the background that fits the mood, direct eye contact, mingling breaths. Yet, you still have no idea what to do but stare. Your lips part to say something, but the words die on your tongue when you see his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Ren’s entire brain short-circuits. He could kiss you. God, he wants to. It’d be a terrible idea if he did. His fingers twitch against the blanket like he is physically restraining himself from doing anything he may regret. What if he lets it happen and *you* regret it? Ren can’t risk losing you as a friend. His body is fighting against him, he wants to feel your lips on his more than anything.

A beat passes. Then another. The song does nothing but add to the tension, sultry and wanting. The music swells, he’s buzzing. Ren is very much losing this internal battle with himself— it all comes crashing down the moment he catches you look down at his lips.

”Fuck it.”

It feels like everything is moving in slow-mo. It’s almost like your own movie scene, except this is real. He raises his hand, eyes gazing into yours. A soft, warm hand is placed oh so gently upon the curve of your jaw. His thumb slides over your cheek, taking in how flushed they are, matching his. He stays like that for a moment, still unsure.

”Is this okay..?”

You nod. He watches you nod and he melts. Leaning forward, Ren tilts his head and captures your lips with his. You freeze before melting into his, kissing back. He keeps it simple, gentle, sweet. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the pure desperation he feels. Your hands slide up to rest on his chest, not pushing him away, but pulling him closer. He leans back just a bit, gaze flickering between both of your eyes for any sign of regret or fear or anything that may make you feel this was a bad choice. Ren can;t even decide for himself if he should kiss you again before you tug him back in by the fabric of his t-shirt. A noise of surprise slips from his lips as he melts back into you.

His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He feels like he’s floating, body practically lifting off the bed in pure joy. His kiss is soft but deep, pouring his emotions straight into you. He lets one hand fall to your waist, tugging you closer.

When you part, Ren can’t help but let himself be vulnerable.

”Please don’t regret this.”

And, you let him be.

”I won’t.”

The romance movie is 27 dresses btw and the horror movies is just pulled outta my ahh 🤗

First time trying a banner guys can you tell im new to posting on tumblr

Ren literally reminds me of a lazier version of rin itoshi omfg

The night was a pure haze for him, bits and pieces bubbling up behind his throbbing headache. Something about a coworker get-together and a stupid drinking game with alcohol that was definitely too strong for that type of game. He shifts carefully, gazing down at the sleeping face using his bare chest as a pillow. Deep blue eyes trail over your features with a soft breath, relishing in the warmth of your body against his. He has lived such a traumatic and cold life that a warmth like this blooming like flowers in his skin was never expected. He smoked to ignore the fact that his life was fading away by the day, kept his distance in fear of letting someone too close where he could forget the goal he’s set his life towards. At this very moment, with nothing but soft morning light fluttering through the curtains to his room, he realizes that he in fact failed. He let you under his clothes, into his heart.

Stupid drunk Aki and his stupid drunk brain. He constantly tried to ignore the effect you’ve had on him. He tried so desperately to the point where he changed his patrol route just to avoid you and your cheery smile and enthusiastic wave every time you saw him. Of course, this plan of his was shattered when he found out you were transferred into his division to work right alongside him. You had such a captivating aura. He couldn’t help but find himself staring at you in mission debriefings or after-work drinks. That’s what led to this, he supposes.

He let down his guard, chugged beer after beer, probably stared at you like a love struck imbecile, and most definitely said stuff that he would never be caught dead saying sober.

Aki Hayakawa has always been a kind man with a driven mind. He cared for people, let people care for him. The only problem was that he knew that if something were to happen between you both it would both bring suffering. Does he let himself be selfish and relish in your company before the last of his life flutters away, or does he push you as far away and save you from the pain of watching him die?

But, despite the turmoil inside his mind, this may be the one time that he is genuinely glad he let himself be selfish. He wanted to know you, mind and soul, not just body. He dreamed of just being able to love you like he wanted to, even if it seems impossible for a man like him.

Aki blinks, the shuffling of limbs against his body snapping him out of the trance that so deeply engulfed him. He looks down at where your head rests on his chest, eyes now landing right on yours. He takes a moment to breathe and just look at your sleepy face.

”Finally awake?”

Aki is a little surprised by the unexpected rasp in his voice. Gosh, maybe he had WAY too much last night…?

“I’ll get you some water, stay here.”