Tanaka Kun

・❥・smut mdni god forbid a girl get some early morning cardio... especially when your mans looking a bit too fine to be asleep ;p

you don't mean to.

that's what you tell yourself, anyway.

it's early, the kind of early where the light through the curtains is still grey and soft, and the whole room smells like him, like warmth and sleep and something faintly cologne-sweet. sae is still out, breathing slow and even beside you, one arm thrown above his head, lashes resting dark against his cheeks. he looks almost approachable like this. almost soft.

and then your eyes drop.

his sleep shorts have ridden up just enough. his thighs are right there, and god, they're unfair. lean and athletic, dusted with a faint tan line, the muscle of them visible even relaxed. you know how strong they are. you've seen them on the pitch. you've been between them.

you shift a little. just to get comfortable. that's all.

except comfortable ends up with your thigh slotted over his and your hips doing this slow, half-conscious roll, chasing the friction before your brain has fully agreed to it.

the first press of his thigh between your legs makes you exhale quietly through your nose.

okay.

you can't stop now.

you move again, slow and careful, not wanting to wake him yet, riding the firm muscle of his thigh with the thin fabric of your underwear the only thing between you. the pressure is good. it's really good. you bite your lip and let your hips find a rhythm, small and shallow, hands braced soft against the sheets.

a tiny sound slips out. barely anything. a little breathy exhale.

sae's breathing changes.

you freeze.

"…" nothing. he's still.

you wait three full seconds, then keep going.

the friction builds and your hips roll a little deeper, chasing it, and another sound rises in your throat, this one less controlled, a soft whimper that you try to muffle against your own shoulder. the warmth is pooling low in your stomach and you're wet now, genuinely, the thin cotton of your underwear useless.

"you're actually unbelievable."

michael kaiser’s highest form of respect is calling you by your name.

Kaiser loves you in a strange way.

Contrary to common opinions held about the flamboyant man, he is not excessive in his affections towards you.

Kaiser doesn't do cute pet names like any other man in love would, nor does he shower you in endearments like you've seen people do their lovers in movies and books.

Instead, he just calls you by your name.

That's it. And that's all.

Curt, blunt and straight to the goddamn point, Kaiser refers to you in arguably the most boring-est way possible whilst being absolutely adamant on his refusal to call you anything else!

Gosh! Would it kill him to at least call you the fond terms everybody else calls their lover?! Even for a small moment?!!

The thought has you simmer in a fit of envious rage as your narrowed gaze landed on him across your shared bed, visibly occupied with the psychology book he'd been perusing this evening.

You would think, that the guy who was quick to assign everybody else a role in his life would have done the same to you, that he would've given you some kind of label like he did the others, however, and much to your absolute dismay, he hasn't even done that— he doesn't even call you his lover.

The realisation has your brain spin with countless questions and your heart thump with unease for your shared future — just what the hell were you to him?

"Micha…" Your voice is thin, weaved with uncertainty and taut with misplaced fury.

"Hm?" He immediately looks up from his book at the beck of your call, eyes fixating on your hunched figure with mild concern. "What is it [Name]?"

There he go again… just calling me by my name…

You huff with effort, arms crossing as your nostrils flared with irritation. "You keep doing that…"

"…."

Kaiser eyed you for a short moment, forehead creasing with growing confusion at your sudden change in demeanour. Closing his book shut and placing it aside, he gave you his full attention with a pointed stare and an arched brow.

"And what exactly is it, that I keep doing [Name]?"

Your jaw clenched instantly at his tone, frustrations growing tenfold. Ugh, did he seriously need you to spell out everything for him?

"You love to read psychology books, don't you? Why not use them to figure out what you keep doing?"

"[Name], reading psychology books doesn't suddenly give me telepathic abilities—"

"That! You keep doing that! Goddamn it!" You pointed at him an accusatory tone, ignoring the way he flinched under your blame. "You keep calling me by my name!"

"Well maybe because, I don’t know— that's your fucking name!?" His eye twitched at your sudden admittance, just what the hell were you trying to fight over now?

"Yeah but— but what about the cute pet names that couples in movies give each other?!" You whined with a phlegmy sniff, throwing your hands up in the air in disbelief.

"…What."

Kaiser resisted the urge to drag his hands across his face at your complaints for a non-existent issue. Were you seriously complaining about this?

This?!

Of all things to complain about— not being called a pet name was your biggest concern?

"Oh my God."

"Why won't you call me 'babe' or 'my love' like every other guy does?!"

"Because that's not your name." He persisted, unwilling to relent like you'd hoped.

Your silence to his response urged him to cup your face and guide you closer to his proximity. "And I'll always call you by your name."

"Why…?" You jut your bottom lip out in defeat, revelling in the way his calloused thumb rubbed at the flesh of your cheek.

"Because that's who you are, [Name]."

The blue hue of his eyes glistened bright with quiet devotion, a reflection of the ardent affections he held for you.

And curse him, really, because how could you remain stubborn when you could only see reverence in his desperate expression? When you could practically hear the deep candour of emotions laced in his soft admittance?

When you knew instantly that he meant every word he said?

What a cruel man he was, targeting your gentle heart that was simply helpless against the force of who he was.

"You're… you’re making me really angry, y'know?" You grumbled, voice muffled under his shirt.

"Don’t care.” He held you close, nose pressed against the warmth of your temple. “And… won’t apologise for it.”

Kaiser just couldn't bring himself to do it, to call you by anything else besides your name.

Because for the boy who has never once been called Michael, not by his father nor his mother, there was nothing more profoundly intimate than the direct acknowledgement of one’s existence.

A name is the unique manner of recognising an individual, and Kaiser has come to learn, that there is no better show of respect than speaking your name.

Nothing will come close to the intimacy of being seen.

You are not just his lover, that is not the extent of your existence, rather, you are someone who he has come to love. And Kaiser will always remind you of that every chance he gets.

There isn't a particular role you play in his story, not when he wishes that you simply live as yourself.

For the boy with no name will value yours with upmost reverence.

a/n: lwk this means sm to me, the art of calling someone by their name is a deep intimacy i can go and on about, and to me, love should always be founded on respect.

you are always yourself before you are anything else <3

i think kaiser perfectly encapsulates the emotion i hope to convey, btw this is the opposite scenario of my oneshot called just a love interest !!

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Firstly, thanks, Anon!

Now for the scenario, that actually seems pretty funny.

So let me get on with my thoughts

TW: Mentions of suicide and bullying

Ok so, to me a Bully Yandere is rather similiar to a Tsundere Yandere, except add a few lackeys, make them meaner, and they just don't kidnap the Darling oh and when they do become Regretful, they are basically just a Tsundere Yandere but lower the insults by like 65%.

They bullied their Darling, their goal in mind was to leave them weak willed and unwilling to fight back so when they eventually are to try and pursue them romantically (if they ever try too that is.) their Darling won't say no, in a way, you can say the Yandere Darling may have even gotten a slight sadistic trill in seeing their Darling like this, so defeated and upset, maybe even made them all tingly, the power they had over their poor little Darling, it intoxicating.

Well that trill went away one day, they saw the police closing off an area at the school as a massive student body gathered around and that's when they saw it, their Darling's bloodied body on the ground, could see the bugs swarming on their body and the pool of blood it had left behind, the whyimage was engraved in their brain.

So when they suddenly woke up a week before the suicide, their Darling well and alive, they couldn't believe it.. but they were grateful nonetheless, so much so the first thing they did was give their Darling a big hug, something that shocked everyone, their lackeys, the Darling and the passer-by students.. this was just.. unheard of. Why the hell was the mean kid suddenly hugging the other kid they bully so much like they were family being reunited? Were they high or something?

From that day forward everything changed.

The Darling was sure they had hit their head somewhere, gotten brain damage, I mean, that was the only way this made any logical sense right? The person who had tormented them since day one at school was being so nice? (Well as nice as the Yandere can manage to be.)

Everyday they would find a new little gift by their locker, flowers, cookies, chocolates, even a teddy bear once, the Darling was always careful, sure that it must be some elaborate prank right? A trap? But no, it was just normal gifts.

"So... did you like what I got you or what?" The Yandere would ask, trying to keep a nonchalant mask that had slipped a long time ago.

"Um.. they're nice and all but.. how do you know the code to my locket—" The Darling would ask only to be pushed and have their hand taken by the Yandere.

"Don't worry about that." The Yandere would drag them off to hang out, do something they consider romantic.

They still had the remaining traces of their old personality, a mean and blunt bully, but as before they'd yell "Watch where you're going!" and then push the Darling and make them trip, now they'd yell that and instead gently take their hand and make them walk with them.

The Yandere would walk them home, make them lunch, you can even say they acted like a guard dog whenever their friends tried to pick on their Darling now (or honestly when anyone approached their Darling), did their best to appeal to the Darling's taste..

"Why are they even having a picnic here? I seriously don't understand the appeal in eating surrounded by bugs and the possibility of getting hit by some kid's ball." The Yandere would comment as they were walking in the park with their Darling, passing by a group of friends having a picnic.

"Well, I think it seems nice..." The Darling said, still a little hesitant to voice their opinion due to the way the Yandere was before, they expected an insult or maybe a light hit but instead.

"I agree, let's do it next week." And just like that the Yandere changed their opinion in an instant, just like that.

This caused conflict of course, why the hell were they acting like an over protective partner to the Darling? They tried to talk, even yell at the Yandere for what they were doing, but the Yandere was considered the "leader" of their group for a reason, the second one of their friends tried to talk back, what did the Yandere do? Simple, they beat their ass and that quickly shut all of them up. (I think to visualize this scene better, I have a meme in mind, do you know that FNAF meme of Toy Bonnie getting attacked whilist Toy Freddy just briefly side eyes it while staying still so he doesn't get attacked too? That's the basically the scene.) So they simply moved on to a new victim.

I mean this was better than being tormented. Even if they were slowly isolating the Darling from everyone else by demanding that they just spend time with them, they're the only one they need, they'd take care of them and love them. Why need anyone else at all???