anya danielle

hi i'm anya! | 🇵🇭🇸🇬🇨🇳 | she/her | august 25 | minor so dont be weird | istj |

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fandoms (in no particular order): haikyu, spy x family, bungo stray dogs, yu yu hakusho, ace attorney, blue lock, death note, the fragrant flower blooms with dignity, hamilton, wicked, dear evan hansen + more to come!!

hobbies: basketball, volleyball, guitar, piano, writing, reading, listening to music, watching anime, spending time with friends and family yay

stuff: i'm a very introverted person but can also get really loud and chaotic occasionally. i'm really sarcastic. i love babies and puppies and kittens and animals. grades are really important to me. i have a small but very tight circle of friends.

feel free to make requests, ask questions, give recommendations, or just chat :3

status: im on break so im very active these days! requests are open 📬

quotes i live by:

romans 8:28 - "and we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose"

atticus finch, to kill a mockingbird - "you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it."

wayne gretzky - "you miss 100% of the shots you don't take."

im a really really slow writer so sorry in advance.

some rules for requests:

no smut or nsfw content

be as detailed as possible or i might not write exactly what you want

keep it only to the fandoms i write for (haikyu only for now!!)

and be kind in your requests <3

masterlist:

📱: smau

tadashi yamaguchi -

unnamed | march 23, 2026

kei tsukishima -

to be loved is to be known | june 4, 2026

tetsuro kuroo -

we got that chemistry | june 4, 2026

crash outs and calm downs | june 4, 2026

tobio kageyama -

nail care | june 5, 2026

wakatoshi ushijima -

captain oblivious (part 1) | june 6, 2026

rintaro suna -

RANPO MAKES ATSUSHI PIGGYBACK HIM IM DYING OF LAUGHTER HAHAHAH

thats such a ranpo thing to do and its such an atushi thing to just say yes to it. this is hilarious.

a/n: the voices told me to. and i know there's tons of these out there but it doesn't hurt to add another one <3

suna's kind of a ragebaiter. y/n is pretty easily ragebaited. mentions of hear me outs. suna's one of the girls. this is completely for my own entertainment and this probably is not the last time i'll post something about bf!suna

warning theres one semi suggestive thing yn says about puss in boots.

yes ofc this is so good i can always count on you for peak ideas 😌 gonna make this part smau bc yk im "widening my horizon". i love acting as though i havent already discussed every detail of this with you lmaoo

and i'll have this in two parts (or maybe even more at this rate) so here's part 1 (part 2 will go right here once im done)

i don't know how to write like wakatoshi but i tried my best 😔 the emoji in the last picture just full on fell off when i downloaded the image idk why im sorry. and yes dazai is the bsf's pfp bc why not.

captain oblivious (wakatoshi ushijima x y/n)

FRIDAY:

the cherry blossoms were at their peak. the spring season was very lovely. the school year had just started. and you were already team captain. specifically, team captain of the national level, highly competitive, incredibly intense shiratorizawa girls basketball team. you were skilled, you knew that. but it was still pretty cool that you were team captain after having transferred no more than a month ago.

and now here you were, officially attending a team captains meeting. perhaps it would be an opportunity to engage with fellow students with great athletic capability and leadership skills. you checked your watch: 4:15pm. perfect. punctuality was a value of yours, and you enjoyed being one of the first in the room. so when you entered the meeting room, you didn't expect to see another person there.

there was a tall boy, most likely in his 3rd year like you, with a strong, athletic build. he had dark, olive green hair and matching colored eyes. you'd never seen him before, but you respected his clear dedication to maintaining his body in such a good state.

now it was just you and him in the room, and of course, you greeted him respectfully, bowing formally once you were in front of him. "hello. my name is y/n l/n. it's a pleasure to meet you." he matched your greeting. "likewise. my name is ushijima wakatoshi. i am the team captain of the boys volleyball team. are you a new student here?" you nodded, the two of you falling into a short conversation. he didn't seem to speak that much, but that was alright. you weren't a big fan of wasting your breath on unnecessary words either.

you found out more about him: indeed, he was a 3rd year like yourself, had been playing volleyball as long as he knew, and was currently one of the top 3 aces in the country. you didn't know all that much about volleyball, but you were impressed. this man would serve as a helpful example of a team captain for you.

soon enough, the athletics director, the coaches, and all the other team captains entered. the meeting was brief, with the coaches simply explaining the sports seasons, athletic calendar, expectations with balancing academics, information you'd already read about in the school website. once it ended, you were packing up your stuff, ready to head to practice, when a loud, energetic voice interrupted your thoughts. "wakatoshi-kun!!! d'you wanna go to my house- oooh it's the pretty girl you told me about!" it was a short boy with spiky red hair, a wild smile, and taped fingers that were currently pointing at.. you? you guessed he was one of ushijima's teammates or friends. but did he need something from you? was ushijima telling him about you? how peculiar. and what did he mean when he said pretty? pretty... what? you hoped it was something positive, though honestly, you doubted it would make much of an impact on your life.

you walked towards the door, ignoring the soft chatters of ushijima and his friend's conversation. that is, until ushijima tapped you on the shoulder. you turned. "could you give me your phone number? satori says i should get it." you nodded in response, typing in your number into the phone he'd handed to you. so satori was the red head's, whose grin had somehow gotten even wider now, name. you still weren't sure why exactly he wanted your number, but you realized it might be mutually beneficial if you had another team captain you could easily contact. you handed the phone back, bowing once more before heading out.

immediately after you left, your phone pinged with a message from the number you had just saved.

throughout your life, you'd been told that you texted like a robot. and while you saw where the comparison was coming from, at the same time, you didn't understand why you needed to use abbreviations, slang, or all lowercase. the point of texting was to communicate, was it not? and all those only made it more difficult to understand what someone else was saying to you. but at least ushijima texted clearly and maturely. it was nice texting him. you were also looking forward to him attending your game as it would be the first time he gets to see you play.

that evening, you received a text from your best friend, who was also a teammate of yours.

a/n: a kags drabble because he's my favorite <3 i think i've seen someone mention this idea before and i've also been wanting to write this for the longest time so here:

lots of domestic fluff here, i wrote the first half a really long time ago so apologies if it doesn't flow with the rest very well haha and also idk anything about nail stuff so uh. yeah. and the nail biting thing is from personal experience :3

also! what the heck my notifs are blowing up, especially for the kuroo fic!!! this means so much to me and im so grateful for so much support on it. 500 likes is so insane to me gah this was an awesome start to my morning :D my requests are still open btw so totally feel free to send smth in!

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ever since junior high, tobio took his nails seriously. never were they unevenly cut and never did the cuticles look like anything other than those of a hand model. and though he claimed it was simply to help him with setting more precisely, you had a feeling there was more to it than that, especially considering the remarkable shade of red he'd turned when you'd asked and complimented his nail habits.

now, fresh out of college and the torture also known as long distance dating, the two of you shared an apartment together, surviving long practices for him and annoying coworkers at your technology firm. you too cared about your nails... to an extent. however, you had a terrible nail biting habit, one that more often than not left your nails looking, well, like the opposite of tobio's.

one afternoon, you, swaddled in a thick woolen blanket, were laying on the couch and wearing one of tobio's oversized, faded high school warmup shirts while typing away at a document far too lengthy to be reasonable. then, you heard the familiar click of your lock and the soft squeak as the door opened. your lips instinctively turned up in a small smile before you even saw him, and your eyes immediately softened as they found his. "..good evening," tobio murmured softly, making a beeline for the couch as soon as he spotted you. the instant he got there, he dropped his head onto your lap, eyes instantly closing. you smiled at the sight, your hands immediately finding his hair and massaging it in the way you knew he liked. "long practice?" he murmured something against your leg before nodding. this was how tobio was. he wasn't a man of very many flowery or romantic words, and he certainly wasn't the best at expressing his emotions. but just as he did with the karasuno boys all those years back, he grew. he learned and adapted, and even though he wasn't perfect at it, and probably would never be perfect, he'd come so far.

the two of you stayed that way a little longer, communicating solely through the soft touches, gentle strokes, and quiet breaths. at one point, however, tobio sat up rather urgently, staring at his hand. no, his nails. his lips instantly turned downwards, forming that familiar, adorable frown. you knew what it meant: he was mildly bothered by something. "practice made me chip one of my nails," he mused, almost just to himself. "yn-chan, do you know where my-" you handed it to him before he even finished his sentence. his beloved nail kit that you'd gifted him a couple months back. it had everything: a nail file, multiple nail cutters, a small tweezer, a buffer, a cuticle nipper and pusher, everything he could ever need. and the awestruck look on his face when you'd given it to him was priceless. that was the funny thing about tobio: he'd much rather be gifted a tiny little nail kit rather than a trip to somewhere random. because that trip probably meant that he couldn't play volleyball while he was there.

you watched him file his nails, paying extra attention to the chipped one he mentioned. he had a familiar furrow in between his brows, and you found it absolutely adorable. he looked so focused, so invested in his nails, and you weren't even sure if he noticed your presence anymore- "do you want me to do your nails for you?" his voice cut through your thoughts. wait, what did he just say? the tobio kageyama, starting setter for the schweiden adlers, offering to do your nails for you? now this was a first. before you could even respond, however, tobio seemed to take your silence as offense: "i mean, wait, it's not like you need it or anything like that, i just noticed you staring and thought you might want-" you laughed softly, laying a hand on his forearm "i'd love for you to do my nails, tobio." he huffed softly, but you could tell he was relieved.

and so, within minutes, after he'd finished cleaning up his nails, he tenderly took hold of your hand, and though he tried oh so hard to appear calm, you could feel his own hand trembling. "tobio, baby, relax. it doesn't have to be perfect," you encouraged, eyes twinkling with amusement. but he only pouted, mumbling something about how "but it's for you, so it does have to be". gosh he's such a sweetheart

eventually, he'd calmed himself down and managed to even out the nails that had been unbelievably gnawed on by you. he didn't judge though, just continuing to cut, file, and clean up your nails. because that's what he was so good at now. he'd worked so hard to overcome his perfectionist side, the side that wanted to control and fix everything, and the side that had been with him ever since his junior high days. and though he'd done so mainly just for volleyball, you saw firsthand how it impacted so many other areas of his life, such as something as simple and small as doing your nails.

by the end of it, your nails were perfectly done, and you were more than happy with it. "thank you so much, tobio! i have to ask though, where'd you get the idea to do this from?" and the instant you asked that, his eyes darkened. "hmph... oikawa-san..." you immediately burst out in laughter at his clearly very reluctant admission. his brow furrowed at the sound. "i don't know why you're laughing, yn-chan.. he said i need to make you feel like more of a 'princess'. i didn't understand what he meant," he continued, clearly embarrassed at having relied on his long standing rival for relationship advice. meanwhile, you made a mental note to thank tooru for that.

while you were sure tobio was very capable of doing things on his own, you were still truly grateful for the older figures in his life that, though he'd never admit it, he looked up to greatly.

im so scared. forget fyodor and everyone else. ranpo saying he can't figure it out? i. am. horrified.

a/n: yes ofc this is a cute idea!! i'll make it established relationship + angst here and there but comfort at the end <3 this is my very first request so hah im so scared rn hopefully you like it!! kuroo unfortunately only shows up in the end part bc i wanted to add as much context as possible about reader. so sorry about that :(

also my sweetest wife bsf darling pookie helped me out with making this as realistic as possible and writing the intro so @puppicino tytytyty and ilysm

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crash outs and calm downs. (tetsuro kuroo x vb!reader)

the alarm was too loud. the sun was too bright. the room was too cold. your mom's tone was too obnoxious. this day was off to a brilliant start.

by 2nd block, you were officially done with this school. this country. heck, this whole universe. it seemed that everything today was just working to piss you off. your friends were talking too much, your teacher was speaking way too slowly, and... had that guy always had such a punchable face? to make matters worse, one of your friends decided to interrupt your mental spiral, her stupid oh-so-chipper voice cutting through like a knife. "yn-chan, could you help me out with this question? it makes no sense, and you're really good at explaining stuff-" "could you please just not? not right now," you snapped, your eyes wide with frustration. she startled before mumbling a soft apology and turning to the side. you were being a brat. you knew that. but you could not find it in yourself to care. you spent every other day putting up with this, smiling through the anger you could physically feel building up in you, laughing even when all you wanted was so hit something, anything. this was fair. well, not really. but god forbid you show your true emotions for once. putting it simply, you needed this day to be over. preferably right now.

once the school day ended, you thought your troubles would stop. after all, volleyball was your outlet for your anger. what you wouldn't let out through words or actions you'd let out through every powerful serve, strong spike, precise set, and perfect receive. and though you'd only intended to join the team for that purpose, you ended up falling in love with the sport, and somehow, you'd become team captain. of a team that went to nationals last year and was absolutely on track to get first in the tokyo prefecture again. and somehow, you'd fallen in love with the team as well. they accepted you for who you were, seen a breakdown or two, and supported you even through those.

however, your patience and love for them would not be on display today. because for some strange reason, your body had simply decided to forget how to play this sport. in a simple receiving drill, you'd shanked 4 balls. one of which was a free ball. in a setting drill, the ball had slipped through your hand and hit the top of your head, a mistake you hadn't made since you started playing in junior high. for hitting, you made contact with the ball every time, but it hardly ever went where you wanted it to go. it was a line shot when you wanted a cross shot. it went out when you wanted a line shot. it went out when... you don't even remember. nothing was going your way. and sure, in your mind, you knew that everyone had off days. this wasn't the first time for you either. but this was ridiculous. all of this happening today? ridiculous. your teammates trying to laugh it off and pat you on the back? even more ridiculous. you didn't need to be treated like a child with their sympathy. it only made you feel worse. you were a team captain, for goodness' sake. not a first year trying out with zero experience. and here your team was, giggling as though it didn't mean anything.

at last, practice reached the scrimmage portion, where you were certain you'd redeem yourself. everything else might've failed, but your serves wouldn't. you were certain of that. you walked up to the line to serve, bouncing the ball once, then twice, then thrice. you took a deep breath, as you always did, tossed the ball high into the air, and approached. the second you contacted the ball, you knew something was off. its trajectory seemed promising at first, but then you heard some voice call, "out!", and indeed, it landed out. bounced a few times before rolling and hitting the wall. a teammate came up to you, smiling kindly, but you could see the concern in their eyes. you didn't miss serves. it was just a thing. and yet it happened. "yn-chan, don't worry about it! you're all good!"

but that was the issue. you weren't 'all good'. so you didn't grace her with a response, instead shrugging her hand off and heading back into your position to receive.

soon enough the treacherous practice was over, but you were going to stay. you'd decided that the second you missed that serve. so you borrowed the keys from your coach and waited not-so-patiently as everyone left the gym. you pulled the ball cart right next to you as you practiced your serve. again. and again. and again. the next thing you knew, your serve was received perfectly on the other side of the net. you almost screamed in anger, until you saw who it was: tetsuro. your boyfriend. the one who stuck with you all these years.

your breakdowns didn't scare him anymore. sure, it was a pretty major problem when you'd first started dating. and before that. and even after that. but you'd worked hard to overcome it: you attended therapy, began opening up more to him, developed a whole calm down system, the whole thing. but that didn't mean you were immune to them. especially not today. he immediately scanned your face, body language, the fist you were clenching hard enough to leave marks. and didn't say anything. he simply grabbed your water bottle, filled it up with the cold water fountain on the right because he knew the left one gave warmer water. and that wasn't what you wanted right now.

he came back quickly, wordlessly waiting until every ball was out of the cart before handing you a towel and your bottle. he then began his second job: tearing down the net and picking up every ball. all while you sat at the bench, taking small sips as sweat dripped down your face and the exhaustion finally caught up with you. once he returned, he immediately pulls you into his arms, not caring about the sweat - and now tears - staining his shirt. "let it out... i'm here for you." you were a complete mess in his arms, yet he didn't care. he just kept holding you, stroking your hair, whispering the soft affirmations you needed.

"it's okay to not be okay."

"you're doing your best. that's all anyone can ask for."

"if you think this makes me love you any less, you're damn wrong, sweetheart."

but he also knew how to be honest with you. to snap you out of the lies and excuses your mind loved to feed you. but to do it all with so much love and gentleness.

"your friends talked to me earlier. it's not alright to snap like that, alright, love? but they're not mad at you, you know that? so don't beat yourself up for it."

"from one team captain to another, i'm telling you, it's completely normal to feel like this. but talk to me. or coach. or whoever you wanna talk to. don't keep it all inside. please?"

"so many people care for you, and i know for a fact you mean the world to me. i love you, and don't let you tell yourself otherwise, got it?"

and by the end of it, you were smiling weakly but contentedly, breathing stable, head resting on his shoulder, feeling safe knowing that no matter how bad the crash outs got, he'd be there to calm you down.

"now, let's get my pretty girl up and laughing again, alright?" that was his only warning before he carried you up with him, causing a surprised giggle to slip out of you. "there she is," he murmured softly. that practically flipped a switch within him, his warm, charming grin immediately breaking out, bright and refreshing like the sun after pouring rain. because that was what he was in your life. the thing as sure as the morning sun. as warm as its rays. as patient and constant as the day.

this didn't mean you'd never crash again. you absolutely would. probably over and over again. but you would keep trying, growing, and working to make it a little better each time. and the whole journey, you could know with confidence that he'd be by your side. always.

a/n: YES I KNOW THE CHEMISTRY NERD KUROO CONCEPT IS FAR TOO OVERUSED. but i unfortunately could not care less. and i wanted an excuse to use cheesy pick up lines. so heejehjehjw here

this was especially inspired by @showhay's fic here (if you see this nique i love your writing so much and i'd love to like dm u but im rlly scared hahehdh) so major credits there!!

reader kinda mentally crashes out but like jokingly. this is all fluff :3 and the axis mundi line actually came from real life with my bsf and me during class

oh and reader is female. i have NO IDEA how to write gn or male readers im so sorry i promise i'll work on it

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tetsuro kuroo was annoying. unfair. because the smartest 3rd year by far at nekoma high should NOT have been this charming. or attractive. why couldn't he just be stupidly intelligent and leave it at that? why did he have to be the team captain for a national level volleyball team? why did he have to look like THAT, stepping out of the locker room, hair wet from a shower and sticking perfectly to his forehead. you so badly wanted to tell him to put the hair gel DOWN. but oh well, he still looked hot alright with that stupid hairstyle that should not have worked for him. but still did. not only that, but he just had to go and be a nice person as well. couldn't he have been a douchebag? he had EVERYTHING else going on for him! but nooo he had to just be this loyal, hilarious, and supportive friend, student, teammate, and captain. it was infuriating.

and it was bad enough that you were thinking this way about him at all. because it meant his "attempts" were working. to be honest, they'd been working probably even before he'd started trying. but these attempts had you giggling like a ridiculous 13 year old every evening. never in front of his face though; you didn't want to widen that stupid adorable smirk of his any more than necessary.

see, you and him had known each other ever since junior high, and you've always had a teensy, tiny little crush on him. along with every other girl who'd ever come in contact with him. and you were close-ish? close enough that you'd wave and smile if you saw him, but you never had a conversation with him for over 10 minutes. not to mention, you'd sure as heck never initiate an interaction with him. and you liked it that way! it was fun just admiring someone from afar, never having to worry about anything becoming real- until the universe decided to flip your life entirely upside down.

it had started 3 months ago with a note he passed during advanced biology.

"y/n, are you made of copper and tellurium, or can i just call you Cu-Te?"

you stared at that scrap of paper for about a minute before sputtering and throwing it back at him, pretending like your cheeks weren't the same shade as his tie. he'd laughed, far too loudly for a class that half the students were failing, but you supposed when one was that smart and had even the professor obsessed with them it didn't quite matter. you even told him to be quiet, which he did, but not before winking and grinning to himself even afterwards.

the next incident happened in the lab that same week. he'd leaned over, seemingly waiting to use the microscope after you. but after he'd tapped your shoulder and gotten your attention, he whispered, "i'd kill to be the cell under that microscope. you know, getting all of your attention." you'd then choked on absolutely nothing, leading to him gently patting your back, making some excuse to your professor about how the magic of science just caught you so off guard. and of course, your poor, clueless professor just laughed it off before going on about how he once experienced something like that... but none of that registered to you because tetsuro's hand. was. on. your. back. his extremely strong hand that you'd seen hit countless volleyballs, the hand you'd stared at one too many times in class, the hand that you'd love to hold someday-

another incident happened the exact same day. this time in history class. you had been learning about latin concepts, beliefs, how they impacted daily life, all that. then tetsuro walks around the classroom, yet another note in hand, dropping it at the corner of your desk on his way to the pencil sharpener.

you take a deep breath, begging yourself to stay calm as you unfold it and read it. "i think i believe in the concept of axis mundi now. because you're the center of my universe ;)" not the wink. he did NOT draw an adorable little wink emoji onto that paper. he was going to actually KILL you.

more and more incidents came in the days and weeks after that.

"i'd cross a cell membrane without transport proteins just to reach you."

"are you mitochondria? cause you're the powerhouse of my heart."

"if you were a triangle, you'd be acute one."

"are you an asymptote? because I find myself getting closer and closer to you."

"i'm so attracted to you that scientists will have to discover a fifth fundamental force."

and somehow, with each pick up line, you grew closer and closer. he opened up a bit more, and you laughed a little easier around him. he pretended to need help with certain subjects just to spend more time with you, and you genuinely saw yourself improving because of how much he'd study with you. and though you wouldn't find out until one fateful day, he was falling harder and harder every day. what had started out as a little silly crush on his side became a full on unrelenting desire to be with you, make you laugh, and make you feel, well, happy.

a/n: heavily based on a bunch of things i've read before but i'm in a yearning mood rn so uh here :) am i going to be writing consistently? not at all. but will i get more chances to write? yes. luckily. so hopefully more fics coming out. who knows tho. OH YEAH AND THE SCRAPBOOK THING IS INSPIRED BY ONE OF MY FRIEND'S BOYFRIENDS HAHA

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tsukishima kei did not love loudly. he did not tag you in his social media bios or buy bouquets randomly. he did not like public displays of affection, and he most certainly did not like talking about his relationship with you to the rest of the feral creatures also known as the karasuno high school boys volleyball team. and this caused arguments when you first started dating. tear filled arguments with raised voices about whether he really was taking this seriously, whether he really cared. but you two made it through, and by the 2nd year of your relationship, you finally began to see — and appreciate — the way he actually did choose to express his affection.

it was your anniversary night, and you really weren't expecting much. after all, last year, kei had simply bought a box of chocolates and a dinosaur plushie along with a handwritten card. and it was sweet! it really was. but when you posted it on your story and your friends commented asking about what else he got (because they were certain there had to be more, especially considering how highly you spoke of your boyfriend), it left you wondering yet again if he really was just not as invested in this relationship as you were. anyway, while you were mentally preparing yourself for what kei might have prepared this time, you received a text.

[kei <3333: "hey y/n meet me at my place at 8pm tonight"]

[kei <3333: "wear something comfortable"]

awfully cryptic, if you did say so yourself. but it was kei, and you trusted him. you responded back quickly, got ready (wearing sweatpants and a tank top because you'd learned painstakingly slowly over the years that kei's definition of comfortable was practically just pajamas), and headed out for his house.

once you got there, you could tell something was... different. not bad different, but definitely different. for starters, there was a candle lit. correction: multiple candles lit. and not just regular candles, but the nice, expensive scented ones you'd ranted about countless times in the past. he'd always rolled his eyes, muttering something about scented candles being outdated scents in the form of fire hazards. anyways, now, his whole living room was lit by those scented candles, and there was soft jazz playing from the speaker on the bookshelf. a small bouquet of flowers lay on the living room table and- oh my god. an entire feast was on the table. piping hot miso soup, crispy, golden brown katsu rice with curry, wagyu sliced neatly, and to top it all off, an entire jug of ice lemon tea. not just any iced lemon tea - THE iced lemon tea. the one from your childhood that you only faintly remembered and never managed to find despite your countless google searches. and kei had found it. you hadn't even seen him yet, too caught up in your surprise.

your jaw was practically on the ground, the door still open as you finally made eye contact with him. the man who had made all of this. "kei..." you whispered, barely trusting your voice. "close the door, please, love," he murmured back, cheeks reddening, barely visible in the dim, warm candlelight illuminating the apartment. you closed the door. and immediately ran over to him, wrapping your arms tight around him. you knew he wasn't the biggest fan of physical touch, but you didn't think words were enough to explain how much this meant. "thank you so, so much, kei..." you murmured into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you gently, protectively. not as though you were something fragile, no, not at all. but rather as though you were something he cared about, something worth protecting. someone worth buying candles for and searching for an incredibly specific ice lemon tea brand for.

"happy anniversary, y/n," he responded back softly, pressing a soft kiss onto the top of your hair. "i know i'm not.. er, the most affectionate, but i hope i did this right. and will continue to do this right." and you know when he said that that he wasn't just referring to this anniversary, but rather everything. your relationship, the way he treated you, the way he made you feel loved through acts of service and quiet, yet quality, time... sure, kei was an academic weapon, but there was no textbook for how to show his love. no handbook to see what exactly it was you wanted, beyond what you wanted to say. but he kept trying. kept observing in that quiet, sincere way of his. kept listening to know every small detail that made you smile and laugh and light up in that way that he was certain even the sun and every star out there could never even come close to replicating.

he slowly pulled away before gently guiding you to the couch, his hand having found its way to yours. you looked up at the tv and found a romcom up on the screen, one that had just come out that you'd been waiting to watch for months. you'd been planning on watching it with him anyways, but the fact that he had put it on himself- truly incredible for the man who only watched documentaries and the occasional action movie when the karasuno boys came over. you felt the tears well in your eyes at, well, everything. you also, however, felt your stomach growl at the smell of the feast still laying untouched on the table.

so in the span of a couple hours, you were laying half on the couch and half on kei, full from the delicious meal that he (and tadashi because kei was too scared of messing up on his own) had cooked up, watching the credit roll of the romcom, fully satisfied with everything. just when you thought the day couldn't get better, however, kei grabbed a small book that had been on the living room table, unnoticed by you. "i, uh, had to pull a couple strings to get this, so i hope its alright... keiji-san said there might be a few errors since he's more used on working with mangas, not really this..." he mumbled, clearly embarrassed about having to admit his reliance on someone else. but you only chuckled softly, taking the book and opening the first page, where a dedication in his handwriting lay: "to the woman i'd gladly watch romcoms with, go on shopping sprees with, buy clothes for, and try different scented candles alongside for the rest of my life." you read in awestruck silence, flipping through the other pages next. and what you find next is page after page after page of letters, song lyrics, movie quotes, photostrips you'd thought he long stashed away, small doodles, and more. things you thought he'd forgotten about, he'd really just been saving for this. and it wasn't as though this was the first time he'd done something like this. he always paid attention to details, always acted on even the smallest of things she said or did, and never once did it to be flashy or to get attention.

im sitting and staring at the wall after that 4th episode. wdym hes dead? wdym his last words were telling dazai to be on the side that saves people? its all just a joke right? odasaku is alive. yes he is. yes he is. hes alive.

not a SINGLE bad angle of this man i fear.

hes lowkey so miles edgeworth coded here

but like. after miles decides to fight for justice.

ZOOWEEMAMA YES GAWD YES GAWD