it’s after years of being with you. their relationship isn’t bad by any means—it’s okay; it’s good. but your son has called him katsuki for the longest time, and he was happy with that, perfectly content even (at least, he thought he was).

it was enough that your boy dubbed his cooking “the best in the entire universe and beyond”; it was enough that your boy trusted him enough with a few harmless secrets that you may never know. it was enough that you’d both welcomed him into your home, into your lives, in a way that’s made him feel like he belongs.

it was enough (at least, he thought it was), until your kid comes home with a group of friends one day and they ask him, “who’s the guy in your backyard?”

between the scrapes of soil against his gardening shovel and mild hearing problems, katsuki shouldn’t have been able to hear anything—but he hears this loud and clear.

your kid tells his friends, “oh, that’s just my dad,” like it’s the most obvious, natural thing in the world and it hits katsuki square in the chest.

the next thing he knows, he’s smiling, eyes a little wet but not yet crying (—is what he’ll tell you later). it’s a small curve of his lips, but it stays plastered on until the moment you come home.

you wonder, when the three of you are cleaning up after dinner, “what’s got you all smiley today?”

he looks at you, back a little straighter and chest puffed out just a bit more. then, he glances at your son just an earshot away, wiping the table clean; he turns to you, mumbling, “tell ya ‘bout it later.”

𝙝𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

fluff, soft, high school umemiya, healthy relationship, cutesy

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umemiya loved looking after things and festered a huge sense of responsibility for many things, be it his plants, his furin members, or you, his girlfriend of three years. he was an early bird and so he would always have to drag you out of bed after failing to wake you properly which always resulted in him carrying you on his large back instead.

umemiya: y/nnnnnn!! come onnnnnnn!! wake up or youll miss my star pancakes, i seriously spent ages learning how to make them yk. i even picked some strawberries that i grew for- no! don't go back to sleep!!

he steps back and places his hands to his hips, pouting slightly while huffing and trying to catch his breath. waking you was like trying to start a car with no engine and there was no point in that what-so-ever so umemiya stretched his arms and came closer. his hands steadied him by resting either side of your head causing the mattress to duck under the new weight which finally got you to peek a singular eye open groggily, reluctantly. silver silk hair sliding and cascading his face, lips upturned into a pout, ocean eyes carrying their usual life and kindness, a thin line of pink etched from his forehead over his eye to his soft cheek. you couldn't deny the flip of your stomach but your drowsiness somehow won you over more than your beloved boyfriend and you slammed your eye shut again, eliciting an annoyed whine from umemiya.

umemiya: y/n! just get up alreadyyyyy! ...fine then.

without another word umemiya wrapped his thick biceps around the back of your thighs and he hurled you into his grasp.

y/n: ughhhhh put me downnnn...

but your whine was more surrendering than resisting so umemiya paid you no mind as he happily bounced down the stairs with your sleepy form slumped against him. he sat you up carefully at the kitchen table, and hummed a soft tune as his hands busied themselves with your hair.

umemiya, clearly proud of himself: baby look, i got your favourite baby blue hair tye~

y/n, still half asleep: mhmm...

umemiya's smile never faltered as his rough fingers worked through your soft strands with utmost care, untangling the knots and smoothing down the bumps, blue orbs locked onto his task because right now nothing was more important, that's how he was.

once he was sure your hair was to perfect standard he eased your head onto the back of the chair before landing a soft peck onto the tip of your nose and strolling into the kitchen. the kitchen was his territory, he loved to joke about if you married him there would never be a day when you had to enter it and you knew that was true. umemiya could cook everything from sushi to stir fry and even michelin meals, the man was a proper chef. the best part? all home grown, his own garden and his own vegetables and fruits. within minutes he slid a perfectly presented plate of sizzling fluffy pancakes, drizzled in honey and topped with his home grown summer fruits, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries.

of course making the food wasn't his favourite part, he loved to look after you so it only made sense for feeding you to be his favourite task of them all, already seated beside you with a bite of pancake impaled on a fork hovering at your lips while his free hand brushed your intrusive fringe back.

umemiya: here, open wide.

and you didn't have to say anything, umemiya would talk endlessly about something cute sakura did or something funny the old lady from the bakery said to him yesterday, because you were the one he was most comfortable with, enough to share every little detail about his life with such ease. yawning softly as you finish your pancakes your eyes would finally fully open, landing on the larger male's face.

y/n, a warm, satisfied smile sitting on her face: they were really good, thanks ume.

that's all it took for the fattest grin to invade his face and a shade of pink to paint his cheeks as shaking hands would gather the now empty dish before you.

umemiya, already with his back to you out of shyness: of course of course! i tested them on the guys first ya know! would never make you the lab rat honey!

he was so sweet, responsible and cute at the same time. even after years together just a simple compliment from you was enough to turn his face the colour of a tomato and its another thing you loved so much about him, his honesty. you remember an incident where a girl had kissed ume back in the days you first started dating because she had no idea he was taken yet but when the guys came to tell you about it you had smiled, 'i know already, ume told me'. he was always so up front about everything with you and it was something you appreciated greatly.

umemiya: you want chocolate or strawberry milk?

y/n: hmm...chocolate is fine. is it cold?

umemiya: course course! here love.

you weren't even allowed to lift your own arms by yourself because ume does that for you, positioning the glass between your hands and guiding it to your lips before finally giving you free reign and sliding into the seat beside you again. even as you drink, lost in your own world, those ocean eyes remain glued to your soft features, head cradled in his arms which rest on the surface of the table and the usual giddy smile still in place. umemiya loved looking after you but also loved watching you, especially when you would be sat studying, his broad hands would slip under the shoulders of your shirt and rub at the tension in your posture, easing the ache and helping you sit straight, that's what he loved most, giving you massages. whenever he would catch you seated he would take his chance or sometimes he would get you to lay down, especially when you had cramps, working through the knots in your back and legs before returning his fingers to the soft skin of your nape and shoulders.

now you may wonder where you fit into the equation or feel as if you give nothing in return for the love and attention you're showered but that would hardly be true. from tutoring him, patching up his wounds after a fight, enforcing your hair and skin routines on him not to mention your whole career in biology that you had been studying for in recent years was all for him, to show him how much he meant to you. just think the look on his face when you teach him things he's never even thought possible such as how to grow roses and contain them so that they last forever, he would be over the moon and so whenever he would wish you good luck on your studies but never prying into what you were actually doing it gave you a sense of warmth and excitement, you would finally be able to show him how much you've learnt about plants for him, stand by his side and support him with the things he loves, for the rest of your lives.

umemiya had many people in his life that he treasured but you were by far his favourite person, his pretty girlfriend and the same goes for you, your puppy-like boyfriend was the best boy you had and will probably ever meet.

2025 @sanotymanjiro

first wind breaker one shot!!

ume is such a cutie hbjgfvcdcgvhbj

Thank you for taking requests!!!!

Yeah ume definitely the sweet n clingy type!!! Btw thanks for requesting 😆

ℂ𝕆ℤ𝕐 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊

You were just about to binge-watch an anime you’d been saving all week when a sudden knock tapped against your window. Again.

You paused the opening theme and got up with a sigh.

“Hajime?” you asked as you pulled the curtain aside.

Sure enough, there he was. Standing just outside your window, hair a little windblown, a bruise forming near his cheekbone and his clothes messy in a way that could only mean one thing.

a umemiya hajime oneshot. 800 words

synopsis: in which umemiya invites you over to cook with vegetables from his garden, only for the evening to simmer into something neither of you planned but both of you hoped for.

a/n: hi windbreaker community! this is my first time writing for this fandom and i'm planning to write more in the future! i hope you like my first one ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

the first thing you noticed when you stepped into umemiya’s kitchen was the little glass vase on the windowsill. inside it, a tiny sprig of mint floated with its roots in water, green and delicate. beside it sat a photo: a slightly faded print-out of a dish you had once made together, stuck to the fridge with a cat-shaped magnet.

he had kept it.

umemiya greeted you with a bright grin, sleeves rolled and white hair tied back, the scent of soil still clinging to him.

“picked the tomatoes just now,” he said, holding up a basket proudly. “basil’s looking smug about it.”

you laughed. “your veggies are always smug. you talk to them too much.”

“only the stubborn ones. but the carrots have been on their best behavior since i told them you’d be eating them.”

I wanted to make a request if thats alright 😛 Could you do one that's just like your recent bllk fic, the one where they find their s/o's jealousy adorable but with the wind breaker boys? I will show up to your house if you add Sakura, Suou, Umemiya and whoever else you like! 😈👅🙏

Thanks for reading!!💖💖

TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH LMAO but here you go!! bllk version here

when they find your jealousy adorable

bf wbk x gn!reader. cussing, crack, fluff

sakura haruka

-> being with sakura is a constantly test on your patience and jealous, especially when people comment on his habit of getting flustered around physical intimacy

-> you were getting lunch one day when a couple of girls spotted you (your boyfriend) and took it upon themselves to approach him. “wow. your hair is genuinely so pretty. where did you get it done?” “are you an idol trainee or something?” “can i touch it?”

-> sakura went red at the attention, and the girls took his uncomfortable flush as interest. when one leaned over to touch his head, you took it upon yourself to intervene and smacked her hand away

-> “did he say you could touch him?” “i—“ “get lost before i get a criminal record.” they scamper off, leaving you with your still-blushing boyfriend. “thanks..” “i hate it when people do that. you can defend yourself, you know.” your grumbly tone made his lip quirk. “but it’s cute seeing you jealous.” and now you were the blushing one

suo hayato

-> suo is so fake, and you find it endearing if not a little infuriating, the latter especially when he doesn’t switch from happy boy to fuck right the fuck off when someone gets a little too close

-> you were shopping for shoes when a boy about your age accidentally bumped into you. he immediately apologized, but something changed when he saw your boyfriend. you could practically see cupid’s arrow sticking out of his back as he trailed after you guys, conversing with your smiley, unbothered boyfriend

-> you tried to be subtle at first. “we’re just shopping for shoes.” “babe, how about this section?” “i’m hungry, we should just go.” but this boy was reluctant. he was laying the charms on heavy, even you got a bit blushy at his compliments to suo

-> finally, you had enough when he offered to take suo to lunch. despite you standing right there. your nostrils flamed as you got in his face and said, “that’s my husband, by the way. and we have a child on the way. so back off before i put my hands on you.” he did not make you ask twice

-> “adorable.” suo cooed at the check out. “i’m glad you think so, because i was two seconds away from breaking his face with my fist.” “i didn’t realize we were married.” “yeah, well, surprise. our child is the basil plant on the windowsill.” he kissed your cheek and held your bags on the way out

umemiya hajime

-> you know umemiya would never entertain the idea or being disloyal to you, but he’s so nice. he cares so much, and sometimes he don’t know when to end a conversation. that’s where you come in!

-> “i’m thinking we could start growing pumpkins now and have an event in the fall for the boys!” umemiya lit up when he talked about gardening or furin, and a woman shopping for flowers noticed. she cleared her throat, handing over a pack of pumpkin seeds when you both turned to face here. “i recommend this brand, cutie.”

-> cutie? cutie?! absolutely not. when umemiya let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed his head, you snatched the seeds and placed them back on the shelf before attaching yourself to his arm. “we’ll find our own, thank you very much.”

-> you tugged umemiya away before the lady could retaliate and looked up when you felt his shoulder jiggle. he was laughing. at you! “what?” you pouted, and umemiya pressed a gentle peck to your nose. “nothing. you’re just so cute when you’re jealous.”

kaji ren

-> a girl on the bus had been looking at his mouth way too long for your liking

-> kaji had his eyes closed, head tipped back slightly, and headphones on as he mindlessly swirled a lollipop. he was minding his business, escorting you home from school, yet this girl would not pull her eyes away from him

-> when kaji swallowed and the girl blushed, you stood up. “can you stop eye-fucking my boyfriend? it’s seriously gross.” the girl ran to the opposite side of the train so fast you would have been impressed if you weren’t so disgusted by her shamelessness

-> only when you dropped back into your seat did kaji peek an eye at you. he grinned at your flushed and agitated face. “cute.” “me defending your honor is cute?” “you getting jealous enough to want to defend my honor is cute.” you humphed but didn’t pull away when he slipped his hand into yours and held it the rest of the ride home

togame jo

-> he’s all patient glances and soft smiles when you drag him around the grocery store, not-so-subtly dodging the employee who cannot keep her eyes to herself

-> you notice her in the produce section. the frozen section. the snack section. it feels like she’s everywhere, and it makes your blood boil

-> as togame distracts himself with some shrimp snacks, you give him a gentle nudge and announce that you’re going to grab something from another section. you don’t notice him following as you hunt for the employee who can’t mind her business

-> “can you not see that we’re clearly together? keep stalking my boyfriend and i’ll go full karen on your ass, i promise.” you spun away from her shocked face and directly into your boyfriend’s chest. “oh! hi, babe.”

-> he squeezed your shoulder. “that was adorable. ‘full karen.’ i’m shivered, my love.” you gave him a playful whack on the shoulder and let him drag you back to the snack section. “you don’t have to be jealous, though. i only have eyes on you.” “ooh, you want to kiss me so bad.” so he does <3

One day he and Hiragi run into you in town and after speaking to them for a few minutes, you walk off. Hiragi sighs and says, “I feel sorry for her, having a crush on a clueless guy like you.”

Ume is shocked. “Wait, what?”

After learning this, he starts paying more attention to you, watching more closely how you behave around him compared to other people. You giggle more around him, tuck strands of hair behind your ear, smile more, seem a little shy and self conscious when he’s in the room. 

For the past few years, Ume has been running a little summer camp in the woods for the kids in town, and this year he asks if you’d like to come with him and his friends to help get the camp cleaned up and ready for the kids. It’s a good chance to spend some time with you, and you happily accept. 

Once you’re there and the preparations start, it seems like everything you do turns him on without you even realizing it. 

First it was you sitting in the floor of the common room, polishing an end table. You had the table upside down while you used a rag to clean the legs. Ume watched your small, delicate hand gliding up and down the thick round table legs, a blush creeping onto his face. 

Next it was you going into the woods to gather some sticks to use for the nightly camp fire. He followed a few minutes later to help, only to find you repeatedly bending over to pick up sticks, your denim shorts riding up, your plump, juicy ass in the air. The way you got all flustered and nervous when you noticed him behind you was just too cute. 

A day later you passed out popsicles to all the volunteers, then sat down on some wooden steps a few feet away from Ume. He watched, positively transfixed, as you licked and sucked on your popsicle, his eyes glued to your mouth as he imagined you doing that to his cock instead of your frozen cherry treat. 

That night he was finishing up some chores and walking back to his cabin when he heard singing. Following the sound to your cabin, he peeked in the window out of curiosity. He found you dancing around the room in nothing but a short T-shirt and panties, singing along with the music blaring from your phone. You looked so sweet and adorable, but mostly you just looked hot as fuck as your tits bounced against the thin fabric of your shirt. 

warnings: none

a/n: Just a Quick Look into what my brain is like whenever I think about Hajime Umemiya. (also known as ‘Marq is a love sick fool who flubs up interactions with this smooth ass man bahahah’)

There’s a weird sensation that flows through your body whenever Umemiya looks at you. You’ve not been able to put your finger on it, the feeling, and you’re not entirely sure why you feel it to begin with.

What you do know is that Umemiya is the catalyst.

It started first when he walked into the bakery. That in itself wasn’t weird, Umemiya comes to the bakery every day to buy milk bread for Kotoha and to indulge in his sweet tooth. You've seen him many times in the shop. He's always polite, friendly, beaming at the old couple who owns the place.

You're new, just hired for the summer season when sales pick up and Umemiya notices your newness the second he sees you.

"Oh hey! I haven't seen you around here before. You new to town?"

He asks in a pleasant polite and friendly tone, so you cannot understand why your throat gets dry and your words get stuck in your throat.

Instead of replying like a normal person, you nod once and keep your eyes on his. They're beautifully pale, reminding you of lazy clouds in a rainy sky.

He smiles at you in response and, although you didn't think it possible, your throat gets even drier. Your heart thrums in your chest, and pounds in your ear drums.

"I'm Hajime Umemiya. Nice to meet you, I'm happy you're here," he replies with a beaming smile that makes his eyes close from the brightness.

You tilt your head like a confused puppy, and for the first time you speak.

"You are? But... you only just met me. I haven't even told you my name," you reply incredulously.

He shrugs nonchalantly, laughing to himself, “I can just tell. It’s a feeling, I have talent for these things.”

He’s got a way with making you feel like you’re speaking to an old friend, a sense of comfort that immediately takes your walls down and expose your playful nature.

“And if I were to tell you I used to be a mass murderer?” You reply cheekily.

Ume it’s puts a finger to his chin in an exaggerated thinking motion, “I’d say ‘I reallllyyy doubt that but in any case I’m glad you said ‘used to be’” he reasons, with a self assured grin.

“And I’d say, “You’re a fool, who still doesn’t know my name.”

He doesn't seem offended. Instead he only laughs, and it's hearty and fills the whole room. The sound does nothing to still your racing heart however, in fact it only makes your skin feel hot and tingly. He slaps his hand down on the counter in laughter and you can't help picturing how they might feel in yours.

"Oh! I have an idea. Why don't I try to guess your name!"

It's your turn to chuckle. There's no way he'll guess your name, but if it means he'll stand here longer to chat with you, you'll play along.

You squint your eyes playfully, smirking at him, "Well I'm not wearing a name tag and my name is pretty unique so if you can guess it, I'll obviously have to call the cops because clearly you're a stalker."

He laughs--thankfully-- and you're able to relax a little. Still his eyes on you make you feel so exposed.

"Alright then... Hmm... I think you look like a "Beautiful Woman" is that it?"

That brings a full heated blush to your cheeks in seconds. Is he flirting? Can't be. He doesn't even know your name!

"Very sweet, and also smooth but no," you say trying to hide your blush behind your hands.

It’s no use though, your cheeks feel like they could roast a chicken.

Umemiya’s bright warm smile is the only thing that rivals your heated cheeks. He raises an eyebrow and leans in on the counter, smirking with charm and enthusiasm.

“Great, because there’s more where that came from. I could spend all day complimenting you.”

That settles it. This guy is definitely going to be the death of you.

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Lucky

hajime umemiya x f.reader

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✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: nsfw, soft dom!umemiya, established relationship, pwp, breeding kink, soft sex!!!!!!, edging/teasing, ume has a big dick ://, pussy drunk!umemiya, praise, i just needed to talk about his breeding kink okay leave me alone, smut directly under cut, all chars are aged up.

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

I just. I need a moment to talk about Umemiya’s breeding kink. I know it's just. It’s crazy man. Walk with me please

Umemiya is the type of guy to get so lost inside your pussy when he’s fucking himself into you. His brain can only focus on the way your walls are fluttering around him, the way they grip him so tight. Drawing him back in on every thrust. Practically pulling him deeper and deeper into your core. Until you’re all stretched out, taking his cock completely.

Genre: Romance, Mature, Suggestive Intimacy Pairing: Kaji Ren × Reader Tone: Tension, softness, longing, control slowly giving way to vulnerability Setting: Kaji’s room, late morning light

It started with stillness.

Your arms were still wrapped around him, skin against skin, your breath warm against the nape of his neck. The light filtered through the blinds in soft golden ribbons, brushing across his bare back and shoulders.

Kaji hadn’t moved in minutes. He was quiet — not distant, just thinking. Always thinking.

But then, something shifted.

His fingers, which had rested lightly over your hand, curled more tightly. And when he spoke, his voice was barely above a breath.

“Don’t let go yet.”

You didn’t.

Genre: Future Encounter, Muted Angst, No Closure Characters: Suo Hayato × Reader Tone: Cold familiarity, aching restraint, emotional distance masked as peace Ending: Hollow but final

You hadn’t seen him in eight months. Not since the night you walked out — no goodbye, no drama. Just the sound of the door clicking shut and the wind through the stairwell.

You never blocked his number. He never used it.

So when you saw him again — on a quiet street outside a corner ramen shop, cigarette between his lips, same calm slouch against the brick wall — it almost felt like nothing had changed.

Almost.

He noticed you first. Of course he did. You were always the one with your head in the clouds. He always kept his eyes on the ground.

“Hey,” he said simply, voice low and unreadable.

You stopped. Heart too steady. Too still. “Hey.”

A long silence. You didn’t expect more. Suo never filled silence just to be polite.

“You look… alive,” he said, flicking ash onto the sidewalk.

You raised a brow. “High praise coming from you.”

The edge of his mouth twitched. Not a smile. Not really. Just acknowledgment.

You stood beside him, neither moving. The air was cold. The same kind of cold it was the night you left.

“Still fighting?” you asked, nodding toward the faint bruise along his jaw.

He didn’t bother lying. “Sometimes.”

You nodded. “Still not sleeping?”

He glanced sideways. Didn’t answer.

You knew the answer anyway.

For a moment, it felt like a loop — like you were standing in the same space you used to exist in together, only everything was cracked now. Distant.

You wondered if he missed you. You wondered if he would say it, if he did.

But Suo was always better at watching things leave than learning how to ask them to stay.

“I thought about texting you once,” you admitted.

He inhaled. Exhaled slow. “Why didn’t you?”

You shrugged. “I knew what you’d say.”

He didn’t argue. Didn’t ask what you thought he would’ve said.

Because you both knew you were right.

You weren’t angry. Not anymore. You didn’t want anything from him.

But some small, human part of you — the one that used to sleep next to him just for the steady beat of his breath — wanted him to ask.

How have you been? Did it hurt you too? Do you still think about me at night when the walls are too quiet?

But Suo said nothing.

Just smoked his cigarette and watched the cars pass like they had answers.

You finally turned to go.

He didn’t stop you.

But before you stepped off the curb, you paused.

“If I had stayed,” you said quietly, “would anything have changed?”

A beat.

“No,” he said. Not cruel. Just honest.

You nodded once. “That’s what I thought.”

And then you left again — this time without hoping he’d watch you go.