Stargazer

Hugo doesn't remember the last time he found anything quite as pretty as you, there's even a part of him that thinks he'll never see such a wonderful sight again, but he's not really against it, not when he's more than happy to have your laughter occupy all of his thoughts.

Which is why, he's caught off guard when he doesn't hear the sweet sound of your mirth, but rather, the noise of your deafening silence.

Hugo watches you for a good moment, your slice of pie is left both half eaten and half forgotten in front of you as you squirm in your seat with restlessness. Your attention is completely stolen away, and curious to see what's got you so bothered, Hugo follows your gaze, quickly noticing the cause of your distraction.

It's the kids around you, namely the three who have found the little trinkets in their slices. One's showing hers off to those around her with a proud grin, another is in the middle of being crowned the king of the day, and the last one has their hand up high, fève in the other as they wave the teacher over to show them their find.

The fourth and final figure is in his slice, a discovery that has still yet to be told to the teachers, for the thought of being crowned the king of the day has never excited him much.

That's all the figures, Hugo notes without blinking, glancing back at you like natural instinct, yourself far more interesting than anything else this world had to offer.

The act of finding the little trinkets has always believed to be luck or fortune, though Hugo thinks it's the work fate that decides the results. And fate, is something that is never meant to be altered under any circumstances.

But…

But after seeing your painfully gutting expression — lips wobbling and eyes glazing with unleashed tears, the hope in your eyes slowly fading away, only to be replaced with envy as you tried to collect your shaky breath of disappointment — he finds himself doing something he's never done before.

Vivien Hugo goes against his principles.

The act is inconceivable, he can't believe he's doing something like this, but he has to!

You were about to cry!

And the mere thought of it has his stomach lurch, urging him into motion.

He's reaching out for the little figure in his plate before he can think, and discretely, without alerting you, he's placing it onto your plate.

It's yours now, he thinks after a quiet moment, breath caught in his throat as he replays what he's done. He's changed fate— tampered with it! Hugo has gone against his ideology, something he believes in like the gospel, because it is his faith, it is his religion.

Yet, despite its absoluteness, look at what he has done! The boy has done something so terribly wrong! And he's done it all for you— hoping, praying, that you wouldn't cry.

"M-Miss, sniff, I, I found it…!"

The turmoil that is his thoughts come to a sudden pause when he hears you speak. Your voice is soft, it rings like a sweet lullaby, a noise that has bewitched the boy entirely, his soul and his body.

"That's the last one!" The teacher cheers, a paper crown in her hand as she approaches you.

Hugo's gaze is drawn to you once more, and he watches you from the corner of his eyes, his body frozen still as you bop your head, the tufts of your hair bouncing along.

Your earlier sadness is now nowhere to be found, and relief is quick to bloom within him. At least you no longer look like you're about to cry. But the relief is short lived, for what you do next knocks the wind out of him.

You hold the little trinket delicately in your hands, bringing it closer towards you to place a gentle kiss on it — an act of reverence he never would have thought he'd receive form you.

Heat is quick to blossom against his pale cheeks, his eyes growing wide with disbelief as you let out a small titter, one he will most likely play in his mind whenever he has nightmares in the future— because there is nothing quite as pure and comforting as that sound.

The crown is crooked on your head, but it suits you perfectly. And your smile is even more crooked, but it charms him nevertheless. For your happiness is incandescent like that of the sun's, the kind of warmth he's enamoured by.

Hugo can't stop staring at you, he doesn't even blink, fearing that he will miss even a small moment of your radiant beauty otherwise.

"Vivi!

You sing like a hymn as you address him, and he's positive that there are flowers blooming around you when you proudly hold the figure with careful hands. "You have to listen to everything I say now, hehe!"

"Uh, yeah…" He responds to you like a man possessed, guiding your hand with upmost devotion to his pursed lips so he can place a gentle kiss on it. "Yes, your majesty."

You don't even need to be royalty, he thinks, and still, a thousand times over, he will do whatever it is you wish.

Even if it is at the cost of tampering with fate, Hugo has come to the terrifying realisation that he will do it all just to see you smile.

im dead this was supposed to be bday fic but uh... i lwk find those boring to write... thought this idea was cute and had it for a while, its pies which is kind of like cakes? yhhh idekkk

main! masterlist

bllk! masterlist

🐚 four. summer bucket list ; various (character requests: open) ˗ˏˋ participating in the summer activities you guys have been dying to do ♡.ᐟ

🥥 five. vacation shyt ; various (character requests: open // j. kiyora) ˗ˏˋ you spot a fine shyt during your summer vacation ♡.ᐟ

🌸 six. water fight ; m. bachira ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — it's hot, but do not fret, because bachira has the best ever solution to this problem ♡.ᐟ

🌊 seven. beach rescue ; g. gagamaru ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — not all heroes wear capes. some of them are eccentric odd balls ♡.ᐟ

🌺 eight. picnic date ; various (characer requests: open) ˗ˏˋ what could be better than a picnic date during the summer with your beloved boyfriend ♡.ᐟ

🍍 nine. cottage by the coast ; r. mikage ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — reo takes you on an adventurous summer trip to one of his many cottages ♡.ᐟ

🐚 ten. extra credit ; e. otoya ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — just as you thought summer would be boring because of summer school, a mischievous and flirtatious boy in your classes unapologetically inserts himself into your life ♡.ᐟ

🥥 eleven. summer arc ; r. kunigami (post wc) ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — you take advantage of the free summer program at the gym, and the mysterious orange-haired dude at your gym ♡.ᐟ

🌸 twelve. out in the wild ; o. aiku ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — agreeing to go camping with infamous oliver aiku completely changed your relationship with him ♡.ᐟ

🌊 thirteen. colorful confessions ; r. itoshi ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — underneath the fireworks, rin pours out his heart to you ♡.ᐟ

🌺 fourteen. caught under the storm ; various (character requests: open) ˗ˏˋ your outdoor plans with your boyfriend are nearly ruined because of an unexpected storm. ♡.ᐟ

🍍 fifteen. fan expo ; i. nikko ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — a fun day being geeked out with your boyfriend ♡.ᐟ

🐚 sixteen. late nights in the middle of june ; s. nagi & y. hiori (seperate) ˗ˏˋ school is over and gaming till odd hours during the night with your boyfriend is on ♡.ᐟ

🥥 seventeen. cotton candy kisses ; m. kaiser ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — kaiser has the day off, so he takes you to a festival ♡.ᐟ

🌸 eighteen. chase the light ; m. bachira ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — bachira is filled with never-ending surprises, and this time, he's chasing fireflies ♡.ᐟ

🌊 nineteen. lemonade stand ; m. kaiser ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — to get along, you and kaiser are, unfortunately, forced to sell lemonade together ♡.ᐟ

🌺 twenty. the bed is mine ; t. karasu ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — after years of avoided interactions, you and your childhood best friend end up unexpectedly sharing the same hotel room on a trip ♡.ᐟ

🍍 twenty-one. karaoke ; various (character requests: open) ˗ˏˋ you and your boyfriend go on a karaoke date ♡.ᐟ

🐚 twenty-two. nature's makeup ; h. chigiri ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — your boyfriend does your makeup, except he does it without any actual makeup products ♡.ᐟ

🥥 twenty-three. power outage ; various (character requests: open // pre-wc kunigami) ˗ˏˋ the unpredictable weather cursed you and your boyfriend with a power outage, so you two find a way to cope with the boredom ♡.ᐟ

🌸 twenty-four. fishing ; various (character requests: open) ˗ˏˋ your boyfriend never beats the dad-in-a-young-man's-body allegations ♡.ᐟ

🌊 twenty-five. truth or dare ; m. kaiser ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — an innocent game at a function ended up with you having to date kaiser for a week because of a stupid dare ♡.ᐟ

🌺 twenty-six. stay a little longer ; s. nagi ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — nagi can't fathom a summer without you, so he does what he was to do for you to remain with him ♡.ᐟ

🍍 twenty-seven. accidents happen ; various (character requests: open // r. itoshi) ˗ˏˋ the mistakes they accidentally make during your summer outings ♡.ᐟ

🐚 twenty-eight. the last train home ; various (character requests: open) ˗ˏˋ you and your boyfriend miss the last train home and to your luck, you have a curfew ♡.ᐟ

🥥 twenty-nine. ocean eyes ; y. isagi ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — you've always found isagi's eyes to resemble the ocean and there do you find yourself tangled in a romantic crisis with him ♡.ᐟ

🌸 thirty. "see you next summer" ; s. itoshi ˗ˏˋ (oneshot) — you visit sae in spain every summer, but this summer happens to be different ♡.ᐟ

itoshi rin

random photo he took of you looking out the bullet train window. 

the lighting isn't special. you're not posing. your hair isn't even done. you're literally just existing. 

caption: none. 

song: nothing's gonna hurt you baby – cigarettes after sex. 

by the time the post hits 3 minutes old, there are already edits. 

by the time it hits 30 minutes old, there are essays. 

because WHY DOES HE HAVE THIS PHOTO. 

why was he looking at you? why did he save it? why did he post it? why does it feel so intimate? 

everyone realizes you clearly didn't know he took the picture. 

which means rin saw you sitting there and thought: yeah. i need to keep this forever. 

the screenshot count becomes absurd. people start calling it "the train photo." entire fan accounts are dedicated to analyzing it. 

rin does not acknowledge any of this. but when someone asks him why he posted it, he just shrugs. 

"liked the picture." that's it. 

little does everyone know that his camera roll contains approximately 800 more photos exactly like it. completely unposed. completely unnoticed. 

his favorite version of you is the one that isn't trying. 

itoshi sae

photo of you wearing his sunglasses while crossing a street somewhere in madrid. both hands wrapped around his bicep. 

you're talking about something. he doesn't remember what. he just remembers looking down and thinking you looked cute. so he snapped a quick one. 

caption: "thief." 

song: telepatía – kali uchis. 

the internet explodes immediately. because sae doesn't post. sae barely acknowledges humanity. sae posting a picture of somebody is already a historical event. sae posting a picture where you're clearly attached to him like a koala? global emergency. 

comments become: "HE’S SMILING." "SAE ITOSHI SMILING IN THE BIG 2026???" "somebody check on rin." 

the funniest part? everybody is right. he is absolutely smiling. 

he spent 10 minutes choosing between 3 nearly identical photos. 10 whole minutes. that's basically a marriage proposal by sae standards. 

later, someone asks where the sunglasses came from. 

he responds: "they’re mine." 

then logs off. he wanted everyone to know exactly whose sunglasses they were. and exactly who stole them. 

nagi seishiro

photo of you asleep. 

that's it. absolutely diabolical behavior. 

caption: "she's charging." 

song: single – the neighbourhood. 

people think it's a joke. it is. but it's also not. 

nagi genuinely sees you as some kind of adorable electronic device. 

you take naps. you need snacks. sometimes you stop functioning. therefore: charging. simple. 

the photo itself is ridiculously cute. your cheek is squished against a pillow. you're holding onto his hoodie sleeve. one sock is missing. nobody knows where it went. not even nagi. 

comments become: "FREE HER." "bro posted her unconscious." "is she a girlfriend or a tamagotchi?” 

nagi is confused by the backlash. "what? she looked cute." 

that's literally his entire defense. 

the worst part is that every few months he does it again. sleeping in the car. sleeping on the couch. sleeping on his shoulder. sleeping during movies. 

fans have accidentally been given a complete sleep study over the course of your relationship. 

nagi thinks this is perfectly normal. 

mikage reo

photo of you standing in the middle of some luxury shopping district in tokyo. probably harajuku. maybe ginza. doesn't matter. somehow you look expensive just standing there. 

you're not even doing anything. you're checking your phone. that's it. 

caption: "that's MY muse." 

song: fashion killa – a$ap rocky. 

this post creates approximately 17,000 edits within the hour. 

reo accidentally posted what looks like a luxury campaign advertisement. 

people are convinced a magazine took the photo. but nope. just reo. who has approximately 6,000 photos of you in his favorites folder. 

and yes. the folder is actually named "museum." because he thinks you're art. 

fans discover this fact later and collectively evaporate. comments become: "reo mikage i know that's you liking every edit." "he's refreshing the tag." "he wants that cookie so bad." 

and they're right. reo posts the story. watches the views climb. searches your name. likes edits. saves edits. sends edits to you. comments "so true" under edits of his own girlfriend. 

then acts completely normal when confronted. 

the man is your biggest fan. everybody knows it. especially him. 

bachira meguru

the photo is you running ahead of him through a festival at night. lights everywhere. lanterns overhead. people passing by. 

the picture is slightly blurry because he was literally running after you when he took it. 

caption: "wait for meeee!" 

song: can i call you tonight? – dayglow. 

the photo feels like a memory before it even becomes one. that's what destroys everybody. 

it doesn't look posed. it doesn't look curated. it looks like one of those moments you don't realize is important until years later. like it’s nostalgic. 

your hair is bouncing behind you. you're halfway turned around because he's yelling your name. 

and somehow the picture captures exactly how happy he is just following you around. 

comments immediately become: "this looks like the ending scene of an indie romance movie." "why am i crying 💔” "he's literally following her like a golden retriever." 

correct. bachira sees absolutely nothing wrong with this. he likes following you around. 

you're interesting. sometimes you randomly stop to look at things. sometimes you drag him somewhere. sometimes you get distracted. it's fun. 

later, he reveals there are approximately 47 photos from this exact night. 

35 of them are just you smiling at him while standing exactly 3 feet away. because apparently that's his favorite view. 

shidou ryusei

photo of you flipping off the camera after he spent the last 20 minutes being the most annoying man alive. your expression is murderous. 

his laugh can practically be heard through the screen. 

caption: "she wants me." 

song: true – spandau ballet. 

the internet collectively develops high blood pressure. 

comments instantly become: "that's literally not what that means." "she looks one inconvenience away from homicide." "ryusei i am begging you to read body language." 

shidou is liking every single comment because he thinks they're hilarious. 

what makes it worse is that you posted your own story immediately afterward. same photo. caption: "i don't." 

somehow this only makes people more convinced you're soulmates. 

the thing is shidou genuinely believes annoying you is a love language. 

unfortunately though? every time you threaten him, he gets happier. nobody knows why. not even him. 

karasu tabito

photo of you walking ahead of him at night. holding his hand. just the back of you. nothing fancy. no dramatic lighting. no expensive scenery. no special occasion. 

caption: "favorite person to waste time with." 

song: sure thing – miguel. 

THAT'S THE ONE. 

the post goes viral because it feels so unfairly intimate. 

everyone expected something flashier. something more obvious. instead, he drops the most devastatingly romantic thing imaginable and leaves. 

it makes sense. karasu's affection has always been sneaky. he's not the type to make speeches. but he is the type to remember your coffee order even after 3 years. the type to call when he knows you're bored. the type to stay on the phone with you while doing absolutely nothing. 

and this picture? it feels exactly like that. 

comments become: "waste time?????" "that's somehow more romantic than an engagement." “this just raised my standards, thank you.” "he talks about her like she's his favorite hobby." 

you are. and he'd never admit that out loud. 

kaiser michael

mirror picture. you're wearing a dark blue dress that’s long, elegant, fitted in some places and loose in others. somehow both sophisticated and effortless. the kind of outfit that makes people stop scrolling. 

caption: "art appreciation post." 

song: art deco – lana del rey. 

the internet loses its collective damn mind. 

because everybody knows this isn't actually about fashion. this is kaiser publicly staring at his girlfriend. that's what this is. 

comments immediately become: "bro thinks he's at the louvre." "HE'S LOOKING AT HER LIKE A RENAISSANCE PAINTING." "somebody get this man a museum membership." 

the answer is yes. absolutely yes. 

kaiser genuinely believes beauty should be acknowledged. loudly. dramatically. repeatedly. and beauty is you. 

he spends 15 minutes deciding which picture shows the dress best. then another 5 staring at it after posting. 

if somebody asks why he uploaded it? he'll shrug. 

"people should be allowed to admire art." 

meanwhile ness is somewhere off-screen resisting the urge to throw his phone into traffic. 

ness alexis

photo of you holding a huge bouquet. flowers in all your favorite colors. you're wearing pajamas. completely bare faced. hair still messy from sleep. clearly woke up less than an hour ago. 

caption: "picked the right ones :)" 

song: baby i'm yours – arctic monkeys. 

the smiley face is important. extremely important. life-changingly important. because ness typed it. deleted it. typed it again. deleted it. stared at it. walked around his apartment. came back. stared at it some more. then finally posted it. 

the photo itself absolutely destroys people. you're not dressed up that’s why. you're not posing. 

it's painfully domestic. painfully real. 

comments become: "he bought her flowers before she even brushed her hair i’m crine.” "the smiley face is making me emotional." "this is the most boyfriend picture i've ever seen." 

the thing is, ness doesn't even realize why everyone loves it. to him, the flowers are the focus. he spent forever picking them. he remembers every color you like. he wanted you to smile when you woke up. 

and everyone else is staring at the picture thinking: oh. this man is absolutely gone. 

completely. irreversibly. catastrophically in love. 

chigiri hyoma

photo of you waiting for him on the other side of a crosswalk. huge grin. waving both arms at him like he disappeared for 10 years instead of 30 seconds. cars passing. city lights reflecting off the windows nearby. 

caption: "and i'm supposed to be the faster one." 

song: you are in love – taylor swift. 

the internet immediately starts screaming. chigiri never really posts things unless they matter. and this? this matters. a lot. 

the thing people notice is your expression. that's not a polite smile. that's a there you are smile. the kind you save for one specific person. 

comments instantly become: "LIKE OKAYYYYYY WE GET IT BRO YOU LOVE HER." "WE UNDERSTAND. MESSAGE RECEIVED." "HE POSTED A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. SEDATE ME." 

chigiri ignores all of them. he's too busy staring at the picture himself. 

he remembers exactly what happened afterward. the second the light changed, you practically skipped over to him. 

and honestly? no goal celebration has ever made him smile as much as that did. 

yukimiya kenyu

photo of you adjusting his collar before some formal event. maybe a gala. maybe an award ceremony. doesn't matter. you're focused entirely on fixing his outfit. completely unaware he's staring at you. 

caption: "found my favorite color." 

song: sunflower – michelle leigh. 

chaos erupts immediately. because he's wearing an orange tie. and you're standing right there. 

comments become a battlefield. half the internet say: "he means the tie." the other half: "BE SERIOUS." 

the answer is painfully obvious. the photo is literally centered on you. 

yukimiya himself refuses to clarify. he finds the debate funny. 

meanwhile every single one of his teammates knows exactly what he meant. this man has looked at you like you're the eighth wonder of the world since day one. 

somebody eventually asks him directly. “when you said ‘my favorite color,’ did you mean the orange tie or your girlfriend?” 

his response? "you tell me." which somehow confirms it more. 

hiori yo

photo taken from his gaming setup. you're sitting beside him. half in frame. completely focused on your own thing. maybe you're reading. maybe you're drawing. maybe you're scrolling through your phone. nobody knows. hiori didn't bother explaining either. 

caption: "co-op." 

song: lovefool – the cardigans. 

the comments are so confused. you're not interacting. you're not even looking at each other. 

one comment with 50,000 likes says: "am i missing something." 

but hiori understands perfectly. because in his brain? spending time together doesn't require constant attention. it's just existing in the same space. comfortably. peacefully. with no pressure and no expectations. just knowing the other person is there. 

comments become: "bro that's not co-op." "she isn't even playing." "hiori that's literally single-player." 

and hiori reads them and goes: "um, nah." 

because you sat there for 3 hours. and that's worth more to him than any multiplayer lobby. 

barou shoei

.5 selfie. the most criminal and cutest camera angle known to mankind. 

you're sitting on the kitchen counter, grinning directly into the camera. barou is cooking in the background. completely focused. serious expression. apron on. looking like he's preparing a five-star meal for a king and his queen. 

caption: "the chef and his pretty taste-tester (written by [name] btw)." 

song: fallingforyou – the 1975. 

the second people see the caption? they start crying. everybody knows barou didn't write that. absolutely nobody believes it. 

comments become: "HE MADE SURE WE KNEW IT WASN'T HIM." "HE'S EMBARRASSED." "BAROU LIKE THIS COMMENT IF SHE STOLE YOUR PHONE." 

the funniest part? he actually did make you add the disclaimer. he refused to post it otherwise. 

but he still posted it. that's the important part. 

despite all his complaining… despite pretending he doesn't care… the photo remains on his account. forever. 

and every time somebody mentions it, he threatens them. which only confirms that he secretly loves it. 

kunigami rensuke (post-WC)

mirror photo at a private gym. both of you are sweaty. exhausted. yet smiling. happy. 

caption: "the only person i'd allow to be my spotter is you @yourusername.” 

song: cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america – gym class heroes. 

the internet genuinely doesn't know how to process this. 

this is supposed to be the intimidating one. the serious one. the emotionally constipated one. 

and yet here he is. smiling. voluntarily. publicly. 

comments become: "HE TAGGED HER." "HE TAGGED HER Y’ALL." 

"EVERYONE STAY CALM." 

but the real killer? the wording. 

anyone can be a workout partner. anyone can train with him. but being the only person? that's different. especially coming from kunigami. 

especially since after everything he's been through, trust isn't something he gives easily anymore. 

so fans end up realizing the caption isn't really about the gym. it's about you. 

and suddenly everybody is emotional. 

kunigami is just sitting there wondering why people are acting like he proposed. 

he only stared at the post for 20 minutes before uploading it. that's normal, right? 

iglesias bunny

photo of you sitting at a restaurant. sunglasses on. outfit immaculate. posture immaculate. somehow making a menu look expensive. the kind of picture that makes people sit up straighter when they see it. 

caption: "everyone clap." 

song: 360 – charli xcx. 

the funniest thing about bunny is that this is somehow both a joke and completely serious. 

yes, he's being dramatic. but also? he genuinely believes applause is warranted. 

comments instantly become: "👏👏👏👏👏" "THANK YOU BUNNY FOR BRINGING HER TO OUR ATTENTION." "he posted her like she just won an oscar AS HE SHOULDDD." 

and bunny is sitting there liking every single comment. because exactly. finally. people understand. 

somebody comments: "what are we clapping for?" 

bunny replies: "look at her." 

that's it. no further explanation. in his mind, none is needed. 

he took approximately 100 pictures that night. this wasn't even the most glamorous one. it was just his favorite. especially because you were laughing at something right before he snapped the photo. 

and even behind the sunglasses? he could tell. which somehow makes the entire thing 10 times worse. 

the internet spends the next week making edits. bunny saves all of them. 

hugo vivian

photo of you standing on a balcony at night. city lights glowing behind you. skyline stretching into the distance. the wind moving your hair slightly. 

you don't know he took the picture. you don't even know he's looking at you. 

caption: "badump, badump." 

song: my destiny – delinquent. 

that's it. no elaboration. no explanation. no context. only: badump, badump. 

and somehow that makes it INFINITELY worse. 

everybody immediately understands what he means with his little cyborg sound effects he does. 

comments become: "OH THAT'S TOO CUTE." "HEARTBEAT CAPTION. HEARTBEAT CAPTION." "HE LOOKED AT HER AND FORGOT WORDS." 

which is basically what happened. 

hugo had every opportunity to write something normal. something cool. or something clever. 

instead, his brain saw you standing there and reduced itself to cartoon sound effects. like an actual malfunctioning robot. zoom. beep beep. badump, badump. finished. post uploaded. 

the photo itself is gorgeous. but the caption is what kills everyone. it's so simple. so stupid. so painfully sincere. it feels less like an instagram story and more like somebody accidentally reading his thoughts. 

and hugo never corrects anyone. he knows they're right. that really was the only thing going through his head when he looked at you. badump, badump. 

no thoughts. just girlfriend. 

itoshi rin

rin pretends he doesn’t notice the post-its at first. key word: pretends. 

because the second he walks into the bathroom and sees the tiny pink square stuck to the mirror, he pauses. 

eat something that isn’t convenience store coffee challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)!!! 

… 

another one: your eyelashes are unfair. just thought you should know. 

rin stares at that one for a full ten seconds. 

because what kind of message is that??? why would you say that before leaving??? 

now he’s just standing there looking at his own reflection like: “they’re… normal lashes.” 

except they’re not normal (they look like he uses grande lash serum religiously) and he knows it. 

there’s one last note hidden lower on the mirror: good luck at training today. don’t overwork yourself, okay? i’m serious. 

and there it is. that awful feeling in his chest. 

rin’s the type to get genuinely thrown off by tenderness because he never knows what to do with it. you’re just casually loving him before 9 AM like it’s nothing. 

and now he’s staring at a sticky note like it personally challenged his emotional stability. 

he carefully peels the last one off the mirror. 

keeps it. absolutely denies keeping it. 

if you ask later, he’ll go: “it was in my pocket already.” 

liar. 

sae visits the apartment one time and sees the note folded in rin’s wallet. 

rin nearly commits homicide. 

itoshi sae

sae notices immediately because the post-it is crooked. 

he walks into the bathroom, freshly awake, wearing black sweatshirt sleeves and that permanent 😐 expression. 

and there it is. 

a bright little note on the mirror: morning baby boy ♡ your coffee’s in the microwave because you forgot about it again yesterday. 

he opens the microwave. there’s coffee. 

he just sighs softly through his nose. how are you this observant??? 

sae’s favorite thing about you is that you remember things he doesn’t even say aloud. 

there’s another note near the sink: you looked really pretty sleeping today. don’t get cocky about it. 

his face does not change. 

but internally? internally this man is experiencing a full system shutdown. 

he rereads it three times. 

pretty? nobody calls sae pretty. handsome, sure. intimidating, yes. terrifying? constantly. but pretty??? 

you’ve permanently altered his brain chemistry. 

there’s one more note attached to his skincare bottle: have a good day today! i know you work hard even when nobody sees it.  

and that one gets him quiet. 

sae’s affection is subtle. private. hidden in small actions no one notices unless they really know him. 

so when you notice? when you see through him that easily? mhm. he’s done for. 

he takes a picture of the notes before leaving. 

later that night, you notice your contact name changed. 

from your name… to: “home.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi wakes up and immediately knows something is wrong. 

the apartment is too quiet. you’re gone. tragedy. actual devastation. 

he drags himself out of bed wrapped in the blanket like a depressed caterpillar and shuffles toward the bathroom. 

then he sees the post-its. 

suddenly, he’s awake. 

good morning sleepyhead. yes, you actually have to get up today. 

another one: if you skip brushing your teeth, i’ll know somehow. 

nagi narrows his eyes at the mirror. “… that’s threatening.” 

but he brushes them anyway because honestly? you probably would know somehow. 

there’s a little doodle of him on the next note. messy hair. dead eyes. blanket cape. 

you looked cute like this today so i didn’t wake you up ♡ 

nagi literally melts. just dissolves. 

he leans his forehead against the mirror dramatically. 

“this is sooo unfair…” 

because you left before he woke up, meaning he didn’t even get a good bye kiss (when he was conscious). 

and now he has to survive purely off sticky notes and yearning. 

there’s one final post-it hidden near the light switch: proud of you always. even on lazy days. 

yeah okay, he’s keeping that forever. 

reo later finds him lying on the couch staring at a sticky note like a widowed victorian man looking at a portrait. 

“dude, are you okay?” 

“no. she wrote on paper and now i miss her.” 

“she’ll literally be back in like two hours.” 

“ugh, too long.” 

mikage reo

reo notices the post-its before he even fully enters the bathroom because they match the color of the hand towels. like of course you coordinated them. 

his rich-boy heart almost explodes immediately. 

the first note says: your vitamin gummies are on the counter because you keep forgetting them, millionaire boy. 

reo gasps softly. “she remembered the gummies…” 

another note: meeting at 2 today. don’t accidentally flirt your way into another business partnership. 

he actually laughs out loud. 

because ONE TIME. it happened ONE TIME. 

there’s lipstick marks on the corner of this one and he genuinely stares at it like he’s been sent off to war. 

the final note is smaller than the others, tucked beside the mirror: thank you for making me feel safe. 

oh. that one hits him directly in the heart. 

reo’s someone who spent so much of his life around transactional love. expectations. appearances. people wanting things from him. 

but with you? it’s just this. sticky notes. reminders. tiny acts of care before running errands. 

and somehow that means more to him than every expensive thing he’s ever been given. 

he carefully removes every post-it from the mirror without tearing them. puts them in a drawer. 

yes, ALL of them. 

and yes, he has a drawer for your notes now. 

and no, you are not allowed to make fun of him for it because he’ll just smile dreamily and say: “can you blame me? i’m in love.” 

bachira meguru

bachira wakes up like a cat. one eye open. hair everywhere. somehow upside down in the blankets. 

he wanders into the bathroom humming to himself and immediately spots the post-its covering the mirror. 

“oooh.” instant serotonin boost. 

the first note says: breakfast is in the fridge. if you only eat chocolate cornet today, i’m calling your mom. 

bachira starts giggling immediately. “she knows me sooo well…” 

the second note: your hair looked extra fluffy this morning. like a sheep, but with bumblebee colors. 

he GASPS. offended. delighted. obsessed. 

he spends a solid thirty seconds poking his hair in the mirror like: “do i look sheep-ish today?” 

yes. absolutely yes. 

there’s tiny doodles all over the notes, too. little smiley faces, soccer balls, one really questionable drawing of him drooling in his sleep. 

you kicked me in your sleep btw. monster. 

“i would neverrrr.” 

boooooo liar. 

bachira’s the type to genuinely feel your absence the second you leave. the apartment feels quieter without you in it, less alive somehow. 

but your notes make it feel like pieces of you are still there, scattered everywhere for him to find. 

there’s one hidden behind the soap dispenser: have fun today, okay? don’t forget to rest too. love you, bug ♡ 

he’s done for. fully smiling at the mirror with heart eyes. 

he takes pictures of every single note before carefully sticking them inside his phone case. 

otoya later sees them fall out and goes: “bro, are those STICKY NOTES???” 

bachira just grins. “yeah. my girl made them.” 

like he won at life (he did). 

shidou ryusei

shidou wakes up violently, as if he got resurrected instead of rested. 

he stumbles into the bathroom half awake, shirtless, blonde-pink hair looking insane, and then– 

“oh?? what is this??” 

post-its. EVERYWHERE. on the mirror. on the sink. one somehow stuck to the toothpaste tube. 

the first note says: drink water before caffeine, i beg. 

shidou bursts out laughing. 

the second note says: don’t flirt with strangers for fun today challenge. 

he points at the note dramatically. “WOWWWWW okay. i see how it is.” 

there’s another one lower on the mirror: you’re adorable when you sleep. because you finally shut up. 

“she watched me sleep??? that’s… romantic as hell, i can’t lie...” 

shidou is actually absurdly soft when it comes to affection like this. people assume he only understands love in loud explosive ways, but small domestic things? tiny reminders? little notes? remembering his routines? he treasures that stuff so badly. because it means you think about him even when he’s not there. 

there’s one final post-it stuck crookedly near the door: don’t get into trouble today. or do. just come home safe after. 

and for a second he goes quiet. just staring at it. 

because “come home safe” hits different when nobody’s really said it to him before. 

he carefully peels that note off and sticks it onto the back of his phone. 

sae sees it later during practice. “… is that a sticky note.” 

shidou grins like a menace. “yeah. my girlfriend LOVES me. so no, you can’t have my number. cry about it.” 

karasu tabito

karasu notices the notes immediately and starts laughing under his breath before he’s even fully awake. 

because the very first one says: quit stealing the blanket at night, hog. 

“that blanket likes me more.” 

there’s another note right beside it: also your morning voice is unfairly attractive. fix that. 

karasu pauses. rereads it. smirks at himself in the mirror. “well. can’t argue with facts.” 

annoying man. 

he keeps finding more notes the longer he stays in the bathroom. 

one on the faucet: you have coffee breath. respectfully. 

another on the cabinet: you looked really peaceful sleeping today. kinda made my heart hurt. 

and THAT’S the one that gets him. 

because karasu jokes through everything. teases through everything. but genuine sincerity from you always sneaks past his defenses way too easily. 

he leans against the sink smiling to himself like an idiot. then immediately takes a selfie with the notes in the background. the caption: “won at life fr.” 

otoya replies: “this is sickening.” 

hiori replies: “yer in deep, bro.” 

yes. extremely. 

there’s one final note near the light switch: don’t overwork yourself today, pretty boy. 

karasu actually laughs out loud. 

“pretty boy” absolutely does something catastrophic to his ego. 

he spends the entire day unbearably smug because of it, too. 

you created a monster. 

kaiser michael

kaiser wakes up and immediately assumes the notes are fan mail (loser). 

he strolls into the bathroom dramatically, sees the pastel sticky notes on the mirror, and smirks. 

“ah. devotion.” 

then he actually reads them. 

eat actual food today. ice and coca cola do not count as breakfast. 

his smile twitches. 

another one: you looked grumpy in your sleep. very tiny angry cat of you. 

“tiny…?” he’s offended. intrigued. weirdly flustered. 

there’s lipstick on the corner of this one, too, and he literally touches it with his fingertips like he’s in a period drama. 

the next note: good luck today. try not to emotionally terrorize anyone for fun. 

kaiser scoffs. “i do not terrorize people.” 

meanwhile, ness somewhere across the city suddenly gets a stress headache. 

but then he notices the last note. smaller than the others. tucked near the bottom corner of the mirror: thank you for being softer with me than you are with the rest of the world. 

and that completely shuts him up. 

because kaiser doesn’t know what to do with being understood that gently. especially when you ask for nothing in return. 

he stares at the note for so long that his coffee goes cold. 

eventually, he peels it off carefully and slides it into his wallet. 

later, during training, he randomly opens his wallet just to look at it again. 

ness notices immediately. “what are you smiling at?” 

kaiser snaps the wallet shut. “nothing.” 

but internally? i’m going to marry her immediately. 

ness alexis

ness notices the notes and immediately feels his heart ascend out of his body. genuinely. 

he looks at the mirror and just: “… oh.” 

because there are little sparkly stars doodled all over the post-its in different pen colors. 

the first note says: you fell asleep at your desk again yesterday. rest properly tonight please. 

he physically puts a hand over his chest. you noticed??? 

another note: your hair was extra soft this morning. scientific breakthrough. 

ness smiles so hard his cheeks hurt. 

there’s one beside the sink: don’t forget your meds/vitamins today. i put water by the bed for you, too. 

and that’s what gets him – the small care. the remembering. the fact you do things for him before he even asks. 

ness loves intensely, desperately, completely, so when someone loves him back with the same gentleness? yeah. he’s a goner. 

there’s one final note near the mirror corner: i know you’re harder on yourself than anyone else is. so this is your reminder that i’m proud of you every day. 

oh okay, cool. now he’s crying before 10 AM. just standing there sniffling while holding a sticky note like it’s priceless treasure. 

he doesn’t even care if kaiser makes fun of him later. 

actually, when kaiser DOES tease him – “are you emotional over office supplies?” 

ness immediately goes: “you wouldn’t understand true love.” 

gagged…? 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya notices the notes immediately because they’re aesthetically pleasing. 

like of COURSE you picked colors that matched the bathroom decor. one pale blue. one cream-colored. neat handwriting that looks way too pretty for 8 AM. 

he smiles before he even reads them. 

the first note: your glasses are on the nightstand because you fell asleep wearing them again, old man ♡ 

“old man?” he’s offended for exactly three seconds before laughing quietly to himself. 

the second note: you looked so comfy wrapped in the blankets this morning :( almost didn’t leave. 

and god. he has to take a second to calm down his racing heart. 

because you ARE doing unexplainable things to him with simply words on stationary. 

yukimiya’s someone who thinks deeply about love. cherishes it carefully. especially after everything he’s been through. 

so knowing you look at him that tenderly? like he’s something worth staying for? he’s staring at the mirror smiling to himself like an idiot now. 

there’s one final note folded slightly at the corner: don’t push yourself too hard today, okay? your worth isn’t measured by how much you suffer. 

and that one hits him straight in the chest. 

because sometimes yukimiya forgets that. sometimes he needs reminding. 

he carefully removes the note and slips it into his wallet behind his cards. 

later, he catches himself rereading it during a break and just sighs softly. 

“seriously… how did i get this lucky?” 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri wakes up elegant even when he’s exhausted. like his hair somehow already looks shampoo-commercial perfect before he’s even fully conscious. 

he walks into the bathroom and immediately notices the pink post-it on the mirror: hair tie thief. give mine back. 

he snorts instantly. because he DOES steal your hair ties. constantly. 

there’s another one underneath it: stretch before training today or i WILL show up and cause a scene. 

“she knows me too well...” 

chigiri’s smile in the mornings is softer than people expect. quieter. sleepy around the edges. and every new note makes him smile a little more. 

one near the sink says: your hair smelled nice this morning. unfair honestly. 

he literally pauses mid-step. because compliments about his hair always hit. always. 

there’s another hidden beside the light switch: thank you for always slowing down for me when i can’t keep up. 

that one… that one gets him emotional immediately. 

especially because chigiri’s spent so much of his life terrified of being left behind after his injury. terrified people would eventually move faster than him and stop waiting. 

but you notice the opposite. the fact he slows down for YOU. 

great, now he’s standing there blinking rapidly before breakfast. 

he takes a picture of the notes and makes one his lockscreen. 

kunigami sees it later and goes: “is that a sticky note?” 

chigiri just rolls his eyes: “mind your business, ho.” 

yet he’s smiling at his phone every five minutes. 

barou shoei

barou acts annoyed immediately. 

he walks into the bathroom, sees the post-its, and clicks his tongue. 

“what is all this.” 

but he’s already reading every single one carefully. 

the first note: breakfast is in the fridge. heat it up instead of eating the same thing you do every morning (omurice). 

he huffs loudly. 

the second note: don’t glare at old ladies if they walk too slow at the grocery store today. 

“I DON’T DO THAT.” (he does cuz he just has an RBF). 

there’s another note attached perfectly straight on the mirror: you looked cute sleeping. yes, i said cute. deal with it, king. 

barou stops. genuinely stops everything – breathing, blinking, complaining. because CUTE??? him??? 

he stares at the note with the intensity of someone trying to solve a murder case. 

then immediately looks at himself in the mirror like: “… i do not look cute.” 

massive liar. 

there’s one final note near the sink: thank you for taking care of me in all the quiet ways you think i don’t notice. 

and suddenly he goes completely silent. 

because barou loves through actions. cleaning for you. cooking for you. silently fixing things before you even ask. 

he never expects people to notice those things. but you do. always. 

he carefully peels the note off the mirror and folds it ONCE. only once. perfectly neat. 

then hides it inside one of his kitchen drawers where nobody will find it. 

not because he’s embarrassed. definitely not. 

if you catch him rereading it later, he immediately gets defensive: “quit looking over here.” 

his ears are bright red though. 

hiori yo

hiori notices the notes and immediately smiles in that small quiet way he does when he’s genuinely happy. 

the first note says: drink water today. monster energy doesn’t count unfortunately. 

“she got me… yikes.” 

there’s another note beside the faucet: you smiled in your sleep last night. it was so wholesome. 

hiori blanks. checks out. cuz he didn’t even know he did that. 

and something about you noticing tiny things like that makes his chest ache in the nicest way possible. 

there are little pixel hearts doodled around the edges of the notes, too. 

another one says: remember to take breaks today. games are supposed to be fun and a relaxing outlet, not temporary distractions. 

hiori stares at that one for a while. he fears you understand him too well sometimes. the pressure. the tendency to disappear into himself. the way he burns himself out quietly instead of loudly. 

and yet you never push. never demand. only leave gentle reminders behind for him to find. 

there’s one final note hidden halfway behind the mirror corner: i like mornings more when they start with you. 

yeah okay, that one destroys him. 

hiori’s the type to reread little things people say when they matter to him. so he takes the note off the mirror and slips it inside the back of his phone case. 

later, during practice, karasu notices him smiling at literally nothing. “hey. what’s got ya lookin’ all lovesick?” 

hiori just shrugs calmly. “nothin’.” 

all while the sticky note is sitting safely tucked in his phone case like a legendary artifact. 

bunny iglesias

bunny wakes up dramatically. not in a cool way either. he wakes up like he’s late to defend his thesis. blanket kicked off. curls flattened on one side. muttering nonsense in spanish while stumbling toward the bathroom. 

then he sees the post-its. 

and immediately smiles so hard it physically hurts. 

the first note: good morning amor ♡ your breakfast is in the fridge because athletes apparently forget they need nutrients. 

bunny clutches his chest instantly. “AYYYYY dios mío…” 

there’s another note stuck crookedly near the mirror: your laugh is my favorite sound ever btw. 

that’s got him DEVASTATED. in a delighted way. 

so much so that he does laugh, the sound filling the spacious apartment and causing his shoulders to shake. he secretly wishes you were there to hear it. 

there are tiny little hearts doodled around the corners, too, and that’s what really gets him. 

because bunny acts confident constantly – loud flirting, easy smiles, teasing everybody around him – but when it comes to being genuinely cared for? softly? thoughtfully? in quiet domestic ways? he folds immediately. 

there’s one final note hidden near the sink: good luck today. don’t pretend to be tougher than you actually feel, okay? 

and suddenly he goes still. you noticed that, too. the way he jokes through exhaustion. smiles through stress. turns everything into a performance before anyone can worry. 

he carefully peels the note off the mirror and presses it flat against his palm. then he takes a mirror selfie with all the notes visible in the background. the caption: “someone’s in love with me bad 😮‍💨” 

he spends the rest of the day rereading the notes whenever nobody’s looking. 

hugo vivian

hugo notices the notes immediately. not outwardly, his expression barely changes. but internally? catastrophic levels of fondness. 

he walks into the bathroom still half asleep, crimson hair messy, and sees the neat little notes decorating the mirror. 

the first one says: your tea is already made. don’t let it go cold this time. 

he glances toward the counter. there it is. perfectly prepared exactly how he likes it. 

and suddenly the apartment feels painfully warm. 

there’s another note beside the faucet: you frowned in your sleep again. who were you fighting in your dreams this time? 

hugo actually exhales a quiet laugh through his nose. because apparently even unconscious, he still looks irritated. 

another note: thank you for always walking on the outside of the sidewalk with me. 

THAT catches him off guard. because it’s such a small thing. something he does automatically. but you notice it, remember it, and treasure it. 

there’s one final note near the edge of the mirror: being your destiny is the best thing that ever happened to me. 

… 

now he’s standing there silently staring at the note for way too long. 

hugo’s love language is subtle devotion. quiet consistency. remembering things nobody else does. 

so being loved in the same quiet language back? it affects him more than he knows how to explain. 

he removes the final note carefully, smoothing out the edges with his thumb. then folds it once and slips it into the back pocket of his wallet. 

later, during training, one of his teammates asks why he keeps checking his wallet. 

hugo immediately closes it. “none of your business.” 

but he’s thinking about you again. and again. and again. 

cuz honestly? he still can’t believe someone as gentle as you chose him. 

“Bunny, stop eating the strawberries you’re going to leave me with nothing.” 

“Anda una más, this is the last one I promise!” [Come on, one more]

“You’ve said that for the fourth time already!”

“Don’t try it idiot, the dough is still raw.”

“Don’t-” you slap his hand away from the bowl “-You dare.” 

“You really are going to eat that? it’s burnt.." 

“Well I can’t let anything go to waste after all your effort, no?” 

Nothing in the kitchen is safe with Bunny around, but you can’t deny that his playful antics make the process more fun, even if you have to protect the bowl of food with your life on the line.

Boyfriend!Bunny likes physical contact, perhaps not to the point of being clingy, but he'll always be subtly touching you, even in public! his hand on your thigh when you're sitting, an arm draped over your shoulder, his hand holding your waist when you're walking, or his foot lightly brushing against yours. All these touches are light but intentional, as if he's making sure you're still there (or perhaps the opposite; reminding you that he’s still with you when you are crowded with fans and paparazzi). Sweet, right? But don't let it blind you, because Bunny is nothing but mischievous. He can go from gently holding you to throwing his entire body on top of you. Sometimes he feels considerate and warns you with a “trust fall!” yeah. sometimes. 

But it’s not like you can do anything to prevent it when he is suffocating you to death. You wonder if he sometimes forgets that he's built like a giant.

“And what if the house burns down one day? I’m just preparing you for you to save me.” He says,

“Bold of you to assume that I’m saving your tall ass.” 

“Joe que borde :(“ [geez how rude]

I mean, if we ignore the murder attempts, he is really affectionate! And his tenderness intensifies when he’s with you at home. He will reciprocate your gestures like when you want to be held, and acts like a second blanket when you’re on the sofa or taking a nap. He's usually the big spoon due to his size, but he also loves being held by you; his favorite place to be is probably resting his head on your stomach.

Boyfriend!Bunny who likes cuddles and affection during the day, but at night he’s a completely different person. It's those quiet, intimate moments in the dark when he needs his space, creating a visible distance between his side of the bed and yours. He'd even turn his back on you, a sign that he didn't want to be disturbed. At the beginning of your relationship you thought you'd done something wrong, but as the nights went by you got used to Bunny's behavior, seeing that it was just his way of being. You even got used to the times he'd disappear from the bed in the middle of the night and not return until morning, when he is back to his normal playful self and his familiar smile. However, you couldn’t help but be curious at the sudden change of behavior from day to night; the idea of it being related to his past has crossed your mind more than once. 

But you knew that even if you asked him, he wasn't going to give you the answer you wanted.

Boyfriend!Bunny who knows more about you than you know about him. He shows interest in your tastes and hobbies, making sure you have everything you need. He knows when you are upset and how to make you feel better. He's attentive when it comes to you and knows you really well. You tried to do the same of course, but despite considering yourself one of the people who knows him best, there were still gaps in your knowledge about him that were unanswered. Besides, Bunny has the amazing ability to brush things off and smoothly change the subject; you've seen it multiple times in interviews when he didn't want to answer stupid questions (some skills you get when you become a celeb, you guessed). However, what you didn't expect was that he'd use it on you too. Despite his charming and easygoing personality with everyone, he’s a reserved person full of mysteries. Even you still have trouble reading him. Moreover, making him open up is a tough task, as he just smiles and says “Don’t worry about it”. 

Boyfriend!Bunny likes to tease you in Spanish. This man, who lives to troll people, will take advantage of the fact that you don't understand the language very well to teach you new words and colloquial phrases that, according to him, "will make you sound more Spanish."

“Whenever you disagree with someone, instead of saying ‘no’ you say ‘mis cojones 33’.” 

“mis.. why are there numbers? you are mocking me aren’t you.” 

“nono it's true! okay, if you don’t like that one you can say ‘una polla como una olla’ it means a big no.”

“I don’t know what that means but it sounds even worse.” 

(Sae was a victim of this man too. You’re not alone.)

However, if you speak or have learned Spanish, don't celebrate too quickly. Because you'll still be a victim of his trolling.

“Ya no puedes engañarme, sabes? Puedo entenderte perfectamente conejito” You once tell him smugly. [You can't lie to me anymore you know? I can understand you perfectly 'bunny']

His smile widens, 

“Aleshores, ara hauré de parlar en català.”

Wait, que cojones. 

“Què passa, carinyo? Se t’ha esborrat el somriure de la cara.”

You throw him something and he just laughs at you. 

“Cabrón.” [bitch]

“¡això és maltractament!”