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little headcanons of how they would act when they fall in love. From their subtle habits to their hidden soft sides ♡

Completed characters:

Michael Kaiser and the way he loves𐙚♡

Sae Itoshi and the way he loves𐙚♡

Rin Itoshi and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Julien Loki and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Yoichi Isagi and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Meguru Bachira and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Seishiro Nagi and the way he loves 𐙚♡

Reo Mikage and the way he loves 𐙚♡

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It will be updated every time a new character is added to the series ♡

word count: 521 ♡ / I need him >_<

Reo Mikage and the way his love language is pure devotion. Handing you his credit card without a second thought, not to show off, but because providing for you and spoiling you with the absolute best of everything is as natural as breathing.

Reo Mikage and the way he craves to be your ultimate priority. He doesn’t just want to love you, he wants to be the only one who fulfills your needs, getting a possessive thrill whenever you rely on him instead of anyone else.

Reo Mikage and the way he buys you gifts not just for special occasions, but simply because. Flooding your room with designer clothes or jewelry and things he thought looked pretty on you, completely indifferent to the cost because seeing your face light up is the only thing he cares about.

Reo Mikage and the way he absolutely refuses to let you lift a finger when you’re together. Taking your bag the second he sees you, pouring your drinks, and opening every door for you, looking deeply offended if you even attempt to do a chore because taking care of you is his privilege.

Reo Mikage and the way his polite demeanor vanishes the second you give someone else your attention. Glaring at anyone who talks to you for too long, before smoothly interrupting, wrapping his arm around your waist with a sharp smile.

Reo Mikage and the way he completely adapts his busy schedule around your life. Leaving practice early the moment you text him that you miss him, proving to you over and over again that you hold absolute power over him.

Reo Mikage and the way he uses his endless resources just to make your day slightly more convenient. Having your lunch order delivered to your desk or sending a car to pick you up when it rains, acting like it’s absolutely nothing since ensuring your comfort is his top priority.

Reo Mikage and the way he needs your physical validation above all else. Leaning down so you can fix his hair before a match, his eyes locked onto yours, begging for a kiss for good luck, refusing to leave until he gets it.

Reo Mikage and the way he holds your hand under the table during a formal dinner party. His fingers gently stroking the back of your hand, drawing circles against your skin as he carries the conversation.

Reo Mikage and the way he hides his face in your neck when he is sleepy. Nuzzling his nose against your collarbone, letting out a tiny, content sigh that vibrates against your skin as he falls asleep.

Reo Mikage and the way he smiles against your lips when you kiss him unexpectedly. A soft breathless laugh escaping him mid-kiss, his hands instantly rushing to cup your face so gently, as if you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever been allowed to hold.

Reo Mikage and the way he uses his favorite hair ties as a silent promise. Intentionally leaving them on your wrist or your nightstand, smiling softly when he sees you wearing them because you carry a piece of him around. 

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more ooc sae / wc: 811

Being in a distance relationship is one of the most exhausting things ever

It turns every missed call into a heavy silence and every delayed reply into a reason to be annoyed

The two of you had been fighting for weeks, until the last argument that spiraled into something ugly and unbearable, leaving you both with sharp, stinging words that lingered even after the screen went black

It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. Even when his name lit up your screen two days ago, you just turned your phone down on the nightstand, staring at the ceiling, unable to stomach another fight

You were too tired to keep trying

It was past midnight and all you wanted was to sleep

As your eyes finally began to give in, a violent thudding shook your front door

Your heart hammered against your ribs, the sound echoing in the hollow silence of your apartment

It wasn’t a polite knock of a neighbor, it was a heavy, persistent and entirely too aggressive for this hour

Adrenaline spiked and your first instinct was to grab the nearest weapon you could find, a plastic kitchen broom you found in the hallway

You hovered by the door, your knuckles white as you gripped the handle

Even though you were scared to death, you had to face whatever nightmare was on the other side

“Who’s there?” you shouted, your voice trembling as you gripped the handle tighter “I’m calling the police!”

A beat of silence followed, then a raspy, slurred familiar voice drifted through the door

“Knock knock”

You blinked, the tension in your arms leaving slowly as it had arrived “Sae, is that you?”

“Knock knock” he repeated, ignoring your question with a stubborn, drunken persistence

“Sae? You’re supposed to be in Spain. Are you ..are you drunk?"

“You’re supposed to say who’s there” he slurred, his voice heavy with annoyance

You let out a frustrated breath, leaning your forehead against the door “..Who’s there?”

“Your boyfriend” you could practically hear his drunken, lopsided smile through the door “Now let me in”

You threw the lock and swung the door open but the words you’d prepared died in your throat

He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking like a disaster

His bangs were falling straight over his eyes which were bloodshot from a mixture of exhaustion and what looked like suspiciously unshed tears, smelling strongly of expensive alcohol

He stumbled inward, nearly colliding with your shoulder as you caught him, his presence overwhelming the space

“You idiot” you whispered, your heart aching “Why are you even here?"

Sae didn’t answer, he just looked at you, his gaze falling over each of your features, memorizing your face

He wandered towards the sofa, pulling you with him as he collapsed onto the cushions

He didn’t let go of your hand, his glossy eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch

“Why didn’t you answer me?” he murmured, the silence stretching between you

“I’m sorry” he paused, his expression crumbling “The fight.. it was .. I don’t know. I hated not hearing from you. Don’t do that again”

Your heart ached at the words “I’m sorry too” you murmured, reaching to brush his bangs from his eyes ”I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was hurt..but I missed you"

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes “Just stay” he whispered, his voice rough “The world’s already exhausting, I don’t need us making it worse”

He looked at you as if you were the only solid thing in his life, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip

''Can I..” he hesitated, a ghost of his usual arrogance flickering for a second before being swallowed by longing ”May I kiss you? Please“

You just nodded and before you could even respond he dropped to his knees on the rug. His hands sliding to your waist to anchor himself to you, pressing his face into your chest for a brief second, clearly revealed that you hadn’t turned him away

Then he looked up again, his expression softening into something devastatingly sincere

He leaned forward, capturing your lips with a desperation that tasted like apology and need for all the time spent apart. It was deep, lingering and unhurried

He finally pulled away, his forehead pressed into yours, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, afraid you might disappear

“I’m done with the distance” he whispered, his lips trailing towards your jaw

You were done too, unable to stay away from him any longer. You were happy he felt the same

He wasn’t the type to be soft always but he was certainly the type to fly across an ocean just to prove he was still yours

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word count: 565 ♡ / I wanna take a nap with him >_<

Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal piece of furniture. Slumping his entire heavy frame against your side, resting his chin on your shoulder or his head in your lap, perfectly content to stay on you for hours while he plays his games.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he drops surprisingly intense, romantic confessions with a completely blank face. Mumbling “you’re my favorite person” or “don’t ever leave me” in the same flat tone he uses to complain about practice, leaving you entirely flustered while he remains completely unfazed.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he asks you to feed him. His eyes glued to his phone as he opens his mouth, trusting you completely to take care of his basic needs.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he pauses his games when you’re talking to him. A gesture that may seem minuscule to anyone else but to him is his ultimate form of devotion. Letting his characters die just so he can give you his undivided attention.

Seishiro Nagi and the way his voice drops an octave when he’s feeling needy. His usual lazy drawl melting into a low whisper right against the shell of your ear as he mumbles “stay” when you try to get up to do chores.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he bluntly demands affection. No sugar-coating or shyness and no subtle hints, just a deadpan “kiss me” or “hug me” before he physically maneuvers your hands exactly where he wants them.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he puts minimum physical effort into everything except when it comes to holding your hand. His grip is always surprisingly firm, his fingers securely interlacing with yours, making sure you can’t wander off out of his reach.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he sighs heavily when you try to get out of bed. His arms tightening around your waist, mumbling a muffled “five more minutes” into the pillows that inevitably turns into hours because he absolutely refuses to let his primary source of comfort go.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he leans into your touch when you’re playing with his fluffy hair, his eyes never leaving his screen, but his head subtly tilting backward, pressing deeper into your palms like a massive, touch-starved cat.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s completely drained. Not needing to talk or do anything, just leaning his full weight against you to recharge his social and physical battery.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he steals bites of your food, completely ignoring his own snacks to lean over and take a bite of your pastry, chewing slowly and declaring it “better” simply because it was yours.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal phone stand. Propping his device against your knees or your chest while you’re laying down together.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he falls asleep mid conversation. One second he’s mumbling a low reply to your story and the next his breathing evens out completely, his head dropping onto your lap, trusting you to keep him safe while he rests.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he unconsciously seeks you out in his sleep. His long limbs tangling with yours, pulling you flush against his chest so tightly that you can hardly move, holding onto you like the giant, cute teddy bear he is.

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It was no secret that Michael hated receiving gifts. The whole concept made his skin crawl. He absolutely loathed the vulnerability of it and the sickening feeling of owing someone something 

If someone handed him a present, he would look at it like a personal insult but giving them was an entirely different story

For him, giving wasn’t about being sweet or sentimental, it was about claiming what was his 

You were standing in front of the mirror, fixing your dress when he walked in 

He stopped right behind you, his chest barely a breath away from your back, his presence instantly taking over the quiet room 

“Move your hair” he ordered. His voice low and smooth, leaving absolutely no room for argument

Before you could even question him, his cold fingers brushed the nape of your neck, sweeping your hair out of the way with a touch entirely too gentle for the sharp look in his eyes

A sudden heavy weight settled against your collarbone. You looked down to see a delicate chain resting against your skin, the pendant catching the light perfectly 

“Michael…what is this?" you breathed out, completely caught off guard 

“A necklace. Obviously” he mocked, the corner of his lips tugging up into that infuriating smirk as his hands worked the tiny clasp at the back of your neck

“I know it’s a necklace, I’m just wondering why”

He just let out a short, dismissive scoff

The clasp clicked shut, but his hands didn’t pull away. Instead his fingertips lingered against your warm skin, lightly tracing the side of your neck 

“I saw it and decided it would look better on you than in a display case. It’s that simple” he murmured, leaning down just enough so his breath fanned over your ear. “Stop overthinking it and don’t make that pathetic, grateful face at me” 

Despite his harsh words, his soft gaze in the mirror told a completely different story as his eyes were tracking the way the jewelry looked on you with an unmistakable satisfaction

He liked seeing you wear something he picked out and he liked knowing he was the one who put it there 

“I’m not making any face” you muttered, a warm flush already creeping up your cheeks 

“Good” he finally stepped back, slowly letting his hands fall away, looking you up and down one last time with absolute approval 

“Leave it on” he added, turning to walk away. It definitely wasn’t a request 

Before he completely left the room, you caught his reflection in the mirror one last time 

His smirk replaced by a soft, genuine smile that he made sure to hide from you 

Seeing you actually like his gift was exactly what he wanted to see and wrapping you in something that belonged to him was the only kind of affection he knew to give freely 

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rehearsals with Ness are usually predictable, perhaps a little chaotic, but when a simple transformation routine goes completely wrong, you find yourself trapped in a small, fluffy problem and Ness has to step up as your caretaker until morning comes

pairing: magician Ness x fem!reader / wc: 1.2k

Alexis Ness took his magic very seriously

As his assistant, you were used to the countless rehearsals and the occasional prop catching fire

Tonight was supposed to be a simple transformation routine before the big show in two days. He wanted to practice more, so everything turned out perfect. Instead, a sudden, blinding flash of smoke had completely cut you off mid-sentence

"Alexis, what did you do?"

The words didn't come out right. It was a sharp squeak that didn't sound like you at all

You tried to step forward to glare at him, but you immediately tripped, face planting into a massive wall of purple fabric. It took you a few seconds to realize you were actually tangled in your own costume

Ness was frozen on the other side of the rehearsal room. The confident smile he wore whenever he performed was completely wiped clean from his face, his eyes wide with absolute panic 

“I didn’t mean to use that incantation” he stammered, his voice dropping into a frantic whisper as his wand slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the floor 

You finally managed to scramble out from the fabric, looking down at two tiny furred paws. When you stretched, a soft, thin membrane of skin pulled tight between your front and back legs and a ridiculously fluffy tail twitched behind you 

“Oh, you’re a flying squirrel!”

You let out another sharp squeak, glaring up at him with all the anger your tiny face could manage 

Ness didn’t care about the glare at all. The sheer horror on his face completely melted, instantly replaced by his fascination 

He didn’t wait for another squeak, moving with agonizing care, he slid his gloved fingers under your tiny body, his warm palms completely enveloping you as he scooped you up from the pile of clothes

He was holding you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing, bringing you right up to eye level. His hair was messy, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he stared, admiring his mistake

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he mumbled quickly. “The book said… well, it didn’t say this would happen but it may take a few hours for the spell to wear off. You just have to wait” 

He paused, his eyes tracking the way your tiny nose twitched. With a look of pure adoration in his eyes, he couldn’t help himself as his thumb instinctively reached out to smooth over the incredibly soft fur right behind your ears 

“But you are so… cute” he murmured. A genuine smile finally tugging at the corner of his lips “And your tail is quite majestic”

You didn’t hesitate. You leaned forward and nipped at his thumb, not hard enough to break the skin but still, a solid warning. You literally lost your limbs because of his mistake and he looked oddly happy about it 

“Ouch” he winced, pulling his hand back just an inch, though his other palm stayed securely under you

A breathless laugh escaped his throat as he looked at the tiny mark your teeth left. ”Right, sorry. No calling you cute while you’re trapped like this.”

He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his velvet top hat resting on a table. He carefully lined the inside with a silk handkerchief, making a tiny nest for you before setting you gently inside it 

“Don’t move” he whispered, hovering over the hat like an anxious guard. ”I’ll bring you something to eat” 

You just waited patiently, not like you could even really move as he scurried over to his bag, rummaging through it until he found some hickory nuts he brought as snacks

Kinda suspicious how he already had the nuts ready, but your tiny brain was too tired to think at the moment 

Ness sat down at the desk, pulling out a small prop knife to carefully cut the nuts into small pieces, pushing them towards the edge of his hat with his fingertips 

“Here” he murmured, his chin resting on his hand, gazing at you “It’s good, I promise”

You sniffed, cautiously taking a tiny bite. Ness watched you with absolute attention, his foot lightly tapping against the floor in a quiet, jittery rhythm

The intense panic was completely gone from his face, replaced by a soft smile as he watched your tiny cheeks move 

“See? This was not a total disaster” he whispered, his voice dropping into a quiet hum as he reached out his finger, carefully petting the top of your head

The warmth of the stage lights and the steady rhythm of his fingers stroking your head was making your eyes heavy 

“You should sleep, it’s pretty late” Ness murmured, his voice incredibly soft as he adjusted the silk handkerchief around you, tucking the edges closer to your fur “I’ll stay right here. I won’t let anything happen to you”

You let out a soft tired sigh, curling your fluffy tail around your nose. If you could speak right now, you would tell him exactly what you were thinking and how mad you were 

But trapped in this tiny body and Ness looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world, it was getting harder to stay mad at him 

You blinked up at him one last time, watching his eyes soften completely before the darkness took over 

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The morning sun filtered through the blinds, hitting your face with warmth 

You blinked, shifting your weight, but something felt entirely different. The wooden surface of the table pressed against your cheek but your body felt like your own again. The spell had finally worn off 

You tried to move, only to realize you were completely bare, the pile of your discarded clothes still sitting on the floor 

A sharp gasp cut through the quiet room 

You snapped your eyes to see Ness sitting in the chair beside the table. His hair was pretty messy, dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night to watch over you. He was staring at you, his face instantly turning a violent shade of red 

“Oh! oh my god!” He stammered, his voice cracking completely 

In a total panic, he whipped his head away, slamming his hands over his eyes so tightly his knuckles turned white. His foot frantically tapping against the floor as he desperately tried to block out the view

“I’m not looking! I promise I’m not looking” he squeaked, clearly embarrassed. With his eyes still firmly covered, his long fingers blindly fumbled around the back of his chair, grabbing his magician’s cape and shoving it in your direction “Here! Put this on! I’m so sorry!”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you grabbed the soft purple velvet and wrapped it securely around you 

“Okay” you pulled the fabric tight.”You can look now, Alexis”

Slowly, Ness parted his fingers, peeking through them with hesitant eyes. Seeing you covered, he let his hands drop, letting out a long exhale as a soft, relieved smile touched his lips 

“Welcome back, my dear assistant” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep “No more transformation tricks. I promise.”

word count: 570♡ / he’s so cute

Meguru Bachira and the way he reacts during an aquarium date. Dragging you from tank to tank with sparkling eyes, completely ignoring the “no running” signs. He will press his forehead against the glass of the dolphin exhibit, pointing at them with a breathless laugh, before turning his head to look at you with a sudden, soft intensity, whispering that the dolphins are pretty, but they don’t make his heart bounce nearly as fast as you do.

Meguru Bachira and the way he gets flustered when you match his chaotic energy. Staring at you with wide eyes when you unexpectedly tease him back or match his weird antics, a flush creeping over his nose as he ducks his head into your neck, completely overwhelmed by how deeply you understand his rhythm.

Meguru Bachira and the way he marks his territory on your belongings. Opening your notebook, you’ll find messy doodles and hearts scribbled all over the margins in bright highlighter. It’s a chaotic way of leaving his fingerprints on your day. Ensuring that even during training, his brain is still invading yours.

Meguru Bachira and the way he reacts when you wear matching pajamas. Bouncing on the mattress with pure glee, insisting on taking millions of pictures, entirely proud that the world can see you belong together.

Meguru Bachira and the way he captures your lips when he misses you too intensely during an away game. The moment you’re behind closed doors, his playful demeanor vanishes into a consuming hunger. Pushing you against the wall, his hands slide into your hair to deepen the kiss with a heavy, breathless desperation that tells you exactly how empty his world feels without you.

Meguru Bachira and the way he shares his food with you. He won’t politely ask for a bite, instead he will literally bite off half a strawberry and try to feed you the other half directly from his own lips to yours, giggling against your skin when you get flustered by the sudden sticky closeness.

Meguru Bachira and the way he slows his entire world just to dance with you in the kitchen. Without any music playing, he guides your arms around his neck and pulls you flush against him, swaying your bodies as his face buries into your shoulder.

Meguru Bachira and the way he checks your mood using his instincts. Sensing you're overwhelmed, his energy drops into a rare stillness. He will comfort you by wrapping his arms around you until the tension leaves your shoulders.

Meguru Bachira and the way he bypasses your boundaries. He doesn’t just ask to be near you, he slips into your space effortlessly, twisting his body around yours, locking you against his chest so securely you can’t move away without taking his entire weight with you.

Meguru Bachira and the way his chaotic brain finally goes quiet when you touch him. A sudden, deep sigh of relief escaping his lips the moment you rest your hand on his neck. Your warmth is the only rhythm that can calm the frantic, buzzing energy in his head.

Meguru Bachira and the way he shares his inner monster with you. Letting his childish, playful mask drop completely when you’re alone, exposing the raw and deep obsession he hides from the rest of the world because to him you are the only person who can look his monster in the eyes without running away.

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You knew sae wasn’t the clingy type. Most of the times, he existed in his own detached orbit, entirely unbothered by the need for constant physical closeness

He wasn’t the type to just reach out to hold your hand, he didn’t seek out casual affection. He valued his silence, space, and his boundaries. If he allowed you close, it was always entirely on his terms

Which was why afternoons like this felt so rare

He was sitting on the sofa, the low murmur of the TV filling the quiet room. His sharp eyes were locked on the football match, analyzing the plays with his usual, cold precision

You were right beside him, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed, but he didn’t move away. He simply let you occupy his space, his arm resting casually along the back of the sofa behind you

Eventually, the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Sae grabbed the remote, tossing it onto the coffee table with a quiet click as the screen went black, and leaned his head against the cushions with a slow, exhausted exhale

You leaned closer to look at him. Without the intense focus of the game, his sharp features looked serene

He hadn’t bothered to style his hair back today, leaving his bangs to rest straight down his forehead. It completely softened the usual intimidating edge of his face, making him look so relaxed and cute it almost made your chest ache

He looked completely unguarded and before you could second guess yourself, you leaned up. Your confidence was nothing compared to his, but you managed to press a soft, brief peck to his lips

Sae didn’t move, he just looked down at you, his heavy gaze locking onto yours. A faint trace of amusement touched the corner of his mouth, a look reserved strictly for you

He tilted his chin down, his face shifting just an inch closer until his breath fanned over your skin

“More” he muttered, the word low, rough and slightly impatient

Your heart skipped a beat. You genuinely hadn’t expected this from him, he wasn’t usually this way, so forward and quietly demanding of your touch

Guided by the quiet command, you leaned in again, your lips meeting his for a second time, slightly more lingering than the first

He didn’t let you pull back far. He trailed after you, closing the distance until his lips were a mere hairswidth from yours, testing your resolve

“Don’t stop” he murmured against your lips, his words sending a quiet shiver down your spine

You closed the tiny gap a third time, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. The ghost of a smile pressed into your lips matching his own

“Again”

The fourth time, his hand slid up to wrap firmly around the back of your neck, his long fingers anchoring you in place

He caught your mouth with his own, turning the distance between you into a slow, heavy, lazy-paced kiss, relaxing against you

For all the walls he kept building up against the world, the way he pulled you flush against his chest betrayed his nature

Even cold as he can be, he still desperately craves the warmth of having you close

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someone do this to me fr 🤧

Michael was sitting entirely too straight against the headboard, his jaw clenched so tightly, the muscles in his neck strained

His skin was flushed, a deep, feverish pink that completely contrasted with the icy blue glare he was directing at the thermometer in your hand. Looking at the plastic device as if it were a personal insult, a tangible proof of a weakness he refused to acknowledge

Even with his hair a bit damp and messy against his forehead, and his cheeks burning with a fever, he looked unfairly beautiful. It almost annoyed you

“I told you to leave” he rasped. His voice was rough, stripped of his usual smoothness, but he still somehow managed to lace every word with arrogance

“And I told you to stop talking” you replied softly, stepping closer to the bed with a cloth and a bowl of cool water. “You’re burning up, just let me help please”

The moment you reached for him, his hand suddenly shot out from the blanket, long fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. The grip wasn’t desperate, it was more like a silent warning

His eyes burned as he stared up at you through his pretty lashes, furious that his body was betraying him and absolutely loathing the fact that you were here to witness it

“Stop staring” he snapped, his breath catching in his throat, ruining his intimidation

He hated the soft, worried look in your eyes. It made something unpleasant twist in his chest, and before he had to look at it any longer, he looked away. “Are you trying to play nurse now? How pathetic”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you sighed softly, using your free hand to gently pry his fingers off your wrist

“Yes Michael. I’m playing nurse. Now stop fighting me for two seconds” you dipped a cloth into water, wrung it out and placed the cool, damp fabric directly onto his burning forehead

He froze instantly, his blue eyes widening for a fraction of a second as the cold water shocked his skin

A soft, disgruntled scoff escaped his lips as he turned his face away toward the wall in a stubborn huff, but he didn’t pull the cloth off

“Persistent little thing, aren’t you?” he muttered, though his voice was losing its edge

“I know. I need you to take this” you said, gently pressing a glass of water and the medicine into his hands

He glared at the pills for a few seconds but under your stubborn gaze he finally snatched them with an exaggerated sigh and swallowed them down, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand

“You satisfied now?” His eyes narrowed slightly

“For now”

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself “ he muttered, though there was barely any bite left behind the words

The bedroom slowly fell quiet. The curtains stayed drawn, keeping the harsh morning light away from his aching head

Little by little, the medicine began to work

His body started giving in long before his pride could. The tension slowly left his shoulders as his eyelids grew heavier with every blink, fighting a battle they were always going to lose

For the first time today he looked peaceful

No smirks. No mocking comments. No challenge behind his eyes

Your eyes wandered over the sharp line of his jaw, the elegant curve of his neck, the blue rose tattoo peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirt

Even exhausted, he looked so beautiful

Eventually, sleep won. His features softened in a way you rarely got to see

Carefully, you brushed a few damp strands of his hair away from his forehead

“You were impossible, you know that?” you whispered with a small smile. He didn’t answer. His breathing remained slow and even

After hesitating for a moment. you leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss against his forehead

It lasted only a second

You had barely started pulling away when his eyebrows twitched slightly. Almost unconsciously he leaned ever so slightly into the warmth still lingering against his skin

A quiet breath escaped him as he settled deeper into the pillow, his temple resting just a little closer to where your hand still lingered

Such a tiny movement that made your heart skip

You smiled softly, brushing one last strand of his hair from his face

He’d probably deny it if he ever knew and you hoped he never would

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word count: 568 / the greenest flag ♡

Yoichi Isagi and the way he is completely obsessed with your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you wear shorts, a skirt, or tight jeans, his hands always find their way to them, large palms resting heavy and warm on your bare skin or fabric, squeezing gently as a subconscious habit whenever you’re sitting together.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he uses his spatial awareness to completely dominate your personal space. He doesn’t just sit next to you, he aligns his entire body with yours, overlapping his warmth onto you until you can’t move without bumping into him.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he mimics your habits over time. Using your favorite slang and picking up your specific gestures, his personality unconsciously evolving to match yours because you have become a fundamental part of him.

Yoichi Isagi and the way his puzzle pieces finally click when you’re around him. A sudden breath of relief when you sit next to him after a long day as if your presence is the final clue that makes his chaotic world make total sense.

Yoichi Isagi and the way his competitive streak softens just for you. Letting you win at video games or petty arguments, a breathless laugh escaping him when you gloat, completely content with losing if it means seeing you smile.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves verbal reassurance. Looking your way after a big moment, asking “Did you see me?” with a vulnerable hunger in his eyes, needing your validation more than the applause of a stadium.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets flustered when you tease him about his on-field ego. Ducking his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, looking completely different from the terrifying demon he becomes during a match.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves your touch after a devastating loss. No words or analysis just dragging you down onto the bed with him and burying his face into your neck, holding onto you like you’re the only stable thing left in his world.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets a look of pure hunger in his eyes whenever you praise his ego. Hearing you say he was incredible makes something switch inside him, his pupils dilating as he corners you against the wall, needing to devour your attention completely.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he casually drops your name in conversations or interviews. He loves the subtle flex of letting everyone know you’re his, a proud smirk tugging at his lips whenever someone mentions how whipped he is.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he aggressively defends your relationship if someone makes a passing comment or doubts your bond. His polite demeanor vanishes completely, replaced by that terrifying, cold-eyed glare from the field as he shuts them down without hesitation.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he pulls you into his lap when he’s analyzing match footage. Wrapping his arms around your waist, using his warmth to keep himself grounded while his mind races.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he stands close to you in public. Not out of jealousy, but out of pure instinct. Shoulders brushing yours, hips touching, always keeping himself within arm’s reach of his favorite person.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he studies you. Eyes tracking your movements, learning your habits and preferences, because to him understanding you completely is the ultimate form of devotion.

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word count: 859 / he's so fun to write. Shidou's backstory when tho >_< ♡

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves marking you. Biting the junction where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth sinking in enough to leave a stinging pink mark as he sucks and licks it to soothe it. His breathing is rough as he smirks at the messy bruises left behind, satisfied by the unmissable proof that you are completely his.

Shidou Ryusei and the way his eyes widen in pure shock when you kiss him first. A feral, beautiful grin breaking across his face as he grips the back of your neck tightly, deepening the kiss, completely overpowering you. He becomes drunk on your initiative because even a single spark of your desire sets his entire soul on fire.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he craves your comfort when he feels empty. Showing up at your door late at night, his usual loud energy replaced by a heavy silence as he hugs you the minute you open the door, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. Even though he refuses to say a single word about what's bothering him, drowning in your arms could warm even his loneliest heart.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he sends the most random texts imaginable at three in the morning because something reminded him of you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves making you flustered. A dangerous grin spreading across his face whenever he notices you getting embarrassed because now he's definitely going to make it worse.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he forces you to match his pace and mood. Needing you to experience every spike of adrenaline right alongside him because a life without you sharing his heartbeat has become completely uninteresting.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he admires you when you dress up. His jaw dropping and his eyes tracking your every movement as he stalks over to you, trapping you against the wall, complimenting you against your lips. Seeing you look so good makes him crazy over you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he gets jealous stepping directly between you and anyone else with a sharp grin, dropping his chin onto your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, mocking the person that got too close to you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves when you praise him. A grin spreading across his face, leaning in close until his nose brushes yours. Demanding you say it again and again acting like it feeds his massive ego, when in reality, a single word of approval from you feels like the ultimate validation he's been hunting his entire life.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he gets protective in crowded places. Walking with his arm slung around your neck as his fingers play with the collar of your shirt. His eyes scanning the crowd, pulling you against his side. Your safety is a boundary he will break anyone to protect.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he sleeps beside you completely sprawled out with his heavy leg thrown over your waist and his face buried deep in your chest. Trapping you beneath his weight entirely unconsciously, refusing to let you out of his grasp even while asleep.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he remembers your favorite things. Casually tossing random expensive items to you because it reminded him of you. Even though he may not say it, your likes and dislikes have permanently wired themselves into his brain.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he takes care of you when you accidentally hurt yourself, grabbing your wrist and inspecting the injury, his large hands unusually steady as he cleans it. Snapping at you for being reckless because the thought of something breaking you makes his entire world feel unstable.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he drags you into his showers, grabbing you by your waist and ignoring your squeals about your clothes getting wet. Splashing water at you with a wicked laugh before pinning you against the tile under the water so he can wash your hair himself, turning a chaotic moment into a warm bubble.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he kisses you when he misses you, not a sweet greeting but a bruising clash of his lips against yours the second he sees you again. Gripping your hair to tilt your head back, his tongue invading your mouth with a breathless desperation. Panting against your mouth when he finally pulls back, his eyes dark and fixated on your swollen lips, completely intoxicated by you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he looks at you when you're sleeping. Propping his head on his hand as he stares at your peaceful sleeping face. His expression is much softer than his usual malice, showing something tender as he gently traces your features letting out a rare sigh because honestly, you are the only miracle he ever truly believed in.

Shidou Ryusei and the way his love feels like a big explosion of feelings. Every single interaction carrying the weight of his entire soul because Shidou doesn't love you in pieces, he only knows how to give you everything he has, all at once, until your entire world is colored by him.

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Vivien was sitting perfectly straight at the kitchen counter, completely in his own world. In front of him was a chocolate éclair. The choux pastry, a flawless golden brown topped with a glossy glaze caught the soft morning light. He was cutting it into pieces with absolute, mathematical precision

You had been watching him across the kitchen for the past five minutes, obviously. How could you not, when he looked absolutely breathtaking as the soft light caught the two-toned strands of his hair, highlighting his sharp jawline

You quietly walked up behind him, resting your chin on his broad shoulder, just wanting to be close to him. He didn’t even flinch or move away, too focused on his precise lines, completely used to your weight against him

But as you watched him cut the pastry, you couldn’t resist. Leaning forward right from his shoulder, you stole a quick, messy bite right out of the middle of his éclair

Vivien froze instantly. His hyper-logical brain completely stalled, trying to process the sudden, chaotic disruption to his morning calculations. For a moment he just stared deadpan at the ruined glaze on his plate

Then, he slowly turned his head to look up at you

Through those long, dark, pretty lashes, his gaze was heavy and intense, but a tiny smirk suddenly cracked his cold composure

He didn’t get annoyed. Instead, he gently wiped the chocolate from the corner of your lips. His dark eyes locked onto yours with a slow, deliberate intensity as he brought his thumb to his own mouth to lick it clean, letting his touch linger against your skin for a soft moment

Leaning in close, his low voice sent a breathless quiet vibration against your skin

“Finish it, mon chou” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips “You already disrupted my morning, and the sweetness suits you much better anyway”

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word count: 563 / Happy birthday goat ♡

Julien Loki and the way he challenges you to a race to the front door every time you come home. Giving you a massive head start, only to burst past you at the last second with a breathless laugh, blocking the doorway with his arms wide open so you have to run directly into his chest.

Julien Loki and the way he gets completely drunk on your praise. He loves when he’s being worshiped and coming from you satisfies his ego more than a stadium of thousands could.

Julien Loki and the way he indulges his sweet tooth around you. Carefully roasting chocolate marshmallows for you or popping them directly into your mouth with a soft laugh. His eyes crinkle with pure warmth as he licks a bit of chocolate from his own thumb. With you he can be just a regular boy who’s completely captivated by you.

Julien Loki and the way he looks back to make sure you’re keeping up with him in public. Walking a half step ahead to shield you from the crowd, his hand reaching back blindly to lock his fingers tightly with yours. A quick, reassuring glance over his shoulder with a warm smile, ensuring you're safe.

Julien Loki and the way he handles your dates in public. He gets recognized easily, but he never lets it ruin your time. He will politely sign an autograph but his other hand stays anchored on the small of your back, subtly reminding everyone that his attention belongs entirely to you.

Julien Loki and the way he casually spoils you. Booking a private room at a high-end restaurant or getting you expensive jewelry, completely oblivious to how grand it is. To him, spending his money to give you the best experiences in the world is the most natural thing to do.

Julien Loki and the way he tries to teach you French words. Leaning close, whispering the words slowly against your ear, and laughing brightly when your pronunciation misses the mark, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as a reward for trying.

Julien Loki and the way he tracks your eyes during matches. Finding you in the stadium crowd within a split second, giving you a quick smile before the whistle blows. Delivering a flawless performance because he treats every goal as a gift for his favorite spectator.

Julien Loki and the way he uses his insane reflexes to tease you. Snatching your phone out of your hand with a flash of lightning speed, holding it above his head with a cheeky, teasing grin. Watching you struggle to reach it with pure amusement in his eyes, before easily melting and pulling you flush against his chest as a penalty.

Julien Loki and the way he holds you when the pressure of being a prodigy gets too heavy. Locking his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. Your presence is the only safe place where he can finally slow down his mind and just breathe.

Julien Loki and the way he gets jealous when another guy is staring at you in public. His usual bright expression instantly dropping into a cold glare. He won’t cause a scene or lose his composure, but he will deliberately hold your waist and lock eyes with the guy, his dark stare making it clear exactly who you belong to.

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word count: 835 / Happy Birthdayy beautiful ♡ / I need more content with him

Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you try to get him to eat avocado. Looking at the green fruit with a look of pure betrayal, as if you insulted his whole family. He will gently push your hand away, rambling about how it has no taste before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and whispering that he'd much rather taste something sweeter—you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his blank pages to admire you. Catching him staring intently at an open book with absolutely nothing printed on the pages, his chin resting in his hand. When you ask him what he's doing, a soft, adoring smile will break across his face as he looks up through his pretty lashes, murmuring that he's just visualizing the exact chapter where his destiny finally walked into his life.

Vivien Hugo and the way his lashes brush your skin during a kiss. Closing his eyes tightly as he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, the tips of his lashes tickling your cheekbone with every flutter. It's a tiny, delicate sensation that feels so intimate and real.

Vivien Hugo and the way he talks you through it. Whispering a constant, breathless stream of French and English right against your ear. Praise and unfiltered devotion pouring from his lips in a low vibration because he needs you to know how much you consume his mind.

Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you kiss him to interrupt his yapping. Eyes widening in sudden surprise before his lips immediately soften into a proud smile against yours, wrapping his fingers around your neck and humming happily into the kiss.

Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you're just being yourself. Watching you do something mundane across the room, a look of pure, quiet realization crossing his face as he walks over to wrap his arms around you for no reason, whispering how lucky he is that the universe chose him to love you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your temple when you're busy. Not demanding your attention, just needing to touch you. Lingering there with his eyes closed, breathing you in with a soft smile because even when you're not paying attention to him, you're his entire world.

Vivien Hugo and the way he sleeps beside you. Tangling his long legs completely with yours, burying his face directly into your neck with his arm locked around your waist. Sleepily whispering soft, incoherent French endearments against your skin every time you shift.

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves seeing you in the front row of his games. Catching your eye across the pitch to give you a small wink. His entire performance becoming a silent love letter to his destiny.

Vivien Hugo and the way he whispers to you in the early morning. Waking up first to admire you and murmur the sweetest thoughts right against your temple while you're half-asleep, letting his voice be the first thing that wakes you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you wear something he bought, eyes softening into a warm gaze as a proud smile spreads across his lips.

Vivien Hugo and the way he comforts you when you've had a bad day. Pulling you into his lap and resting his chin on your head. Not pushing you to talk, just holding you close while softly rambling about a silly training detail to shield you from your sadness.

Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your hands. Catching your wrist while you're talking to bring your hand to his lips, pressing slow kisses to your knuckles, palm, and wrist. Looking up through his pretty lashes with a soft gaze, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.

Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his wealth to show his devotion. Spending hours tracking rare, custom-made pieces that perfectly match you. Tossing the luxury boxes into your lap with a casual laugh, pretending it's not a big deal when he actually spent weeks perfecting it for his muse.

Vivien Hugo and the way he worships you, taking his time to press soft kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips. Romantically narrating every reaction you have, whispering how much he adores the way your breath hitches when he touches you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves your laugh. Being intentionally dramatic or ridiculous just to catch that specific spark in your eyes. Going entirely quiet for a second just to listen to the sound, smiling as he whispers that your laugh is the only thing that makes him feel at home.

Vivien Hugo and the way he pulls you into his lap to talk about your future together. Chin on your shoulder, long arms holding you tight as he murmurs about a house in the French countryside. Speaking as if it's already a reality because he cannot visualize a future without you in the center of it.

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word count: 788/ he's such a hidden softie♡

Rin Itoshi and the way he shows affection through your favorite food or drink. Just sliding a specific snack across the table without a word, his expression cold and bored, muttering a lie about it being a "mistake" because he'd rather die than admit that he stood in the store aisle for minutes just to find the exact one you like.

Rin Itoshi and the way he stiffens the moment you lean against him, his entire body going rigid. He always complains about you being clingy, but he never moves away. Instead, he subconsciously tilts his head toward you, letting himself be soft only for you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he walks beside you always half a step ahead, acting like he's in a rush. The moment you lag behind he stops dead in his tracks and waits silently for you, unable to move forward unless you're with him.

Rin Itoshi and the way he pulls you into his insane routines. Forcing you to do yoga or stretch with him under the guise that your posture is terrible and it annoys him. Pushing you down gently but firmly by your shoulders, his hands lingering a bit too long on your skin and his breathing rough against your ear as he guides your movements. That may lead to something else..

Rin Itoshi and the way he forces you to rest the moment he decides you've been working too hard. Ignoring your protests and pushing your head down onto his lap as his pretty fingers tangle into your hair to keep you pinned there.

Rin Itoshi and the way he guides you through a crowd by resting his hand on the back of your neck, fingers digging slightly into your skin. Steering you through the rush, his eyes glaring at anyone who dares to get too close to you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he gets angry when you say something bad about yourself, like you said the stupidest thing in the world. He'll just stare you down and tell you that his standards are high and the fact that he chose you means you're perfect.

Rin Itoshi and the way he uses his sharp tongue to hide his worry for you. Snapping at you for being careless or frowning deeply the second you look tired. Instead, he may shove a drink in your hand with an annoyed look, refusing to look away until your color comes back. He acts like your weakness irritates him but your well-being is the only thing he's truly focused on.

Rin Itoshi and the way he reacts when you compliment him. His eyes widening before he quickly turns his head, an angry flush creeping up his neck and ears. Scowling at you or calling you an idiot for stating the obvious. A single compliment from you is all it takes to completely shatter his composure.

Rin Itoshi and the way he lingers by the door when he needs to leave, staring down at you with an intense, irritated look until you finally take the hint and go to kiss him goodbye, only for him to grip your chin and deepen the kiss aggressively because he hates the thought of leaving you for a long period of time.

Rin Itoshi and the way he acts jealous by stepping right into your space as his shoulder is blocking you from their view. Glaring at them and holding your fingers tight. He's claiming you as his without ever having to say a word.

Rin Itoshi and the way he cuddles you at night, holding you against his chest the second you try to move away. His grip tight even in his sleep, locking you against him like you might vanish. Holding you this close is his only security.

Rin Itoshi and the way he invades your space. Kicking your feet out of the way on the couch only to rest his own heavy legs over yours, leaving you no room to move away from him. Acting like he's taking up space when he really just makes sure every part of him is touching you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he gets competitive over your attention. He will narrow his eyes the moment you start mentioning someone else, interrupting you to desperately pull your focus back to him. He needs to be the only thing you ever think about.

Rin Itoshi and the way he claims your things. Taking your keys or your phone out of your hands and casually dropping them into his own pockets when you're out together. Acting like it's just because you're careless and might lose them, when really he just likes the subtle control of carrying your world around in his jacket.

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word count: 855♡

The apartment is silent and the room is dark

Only a thin strip of moonlight slips through the curtains and the distant hum of the traffic drifts in from outside

And behind you, Michael's breathing. Slow and deep. Warm against the back of your neck

The room smells faintly of his shampoo and the expensive cologne he wears even when he insists he isn't trying to impress anyone

His arm heavy and warm across your waist, possessive in the unconscious way he always is when he's asleep

Your back is pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his ribs

You should be asleep but you stare into the darkness trying to sleep somehow until-

"You're annoying" the words are mumbled into your shoulder

What? The question nearly leaves your lips as you immediately start to turn

Nearly

Because before you can even move, he continues

"Always there" his voice sounds strange, softer, sleep-heavy. The kind of voice that exists only in the middle of the night

You freeze. Every instinct is telling you to turn and look at him to see his face but something stops you because you realize he thinks you're asleep.

His breath is warm against your skin when he exhales

"Every match" you can feel his fingers flex slightly against your stomach "Every time"

You don't move. Don't breathe too loud even though a smile is threatening your lips

His arm pulls you closer without thinking. Not possessive in a deliberate way. More like instinct. As if your distance makes him uncomfortable even in sleep

“You never leave” the words are heavier this time, not said like a complaint but more like a fact he doesn’t even understand.

You can only stare in the dark, afraid your heartbeat is way too loud and he can hear it

He shifts again behind you, his forehead briefly brushing the back of your shoulder

“I look for you” he whispers it so quiet you barely hear it.

Almost lost in the space between breaths you feel something twisting inside your chest

You almost turn again. Almost. But you don’t because you know this isn’t something you’re supposed to interrupt

His voice drops further, slurring slightly “My apartment is quieter without you” sounds honest in a way that feels too simple to be anything but real

You swallow carefully not to make any sounds

His thumb brushes slowly against your arm absentmindedly like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

“It’s worse” he says it like he’s slightly annoyed at that fact , it’s an inconvenience. You are something that has become an inconvenience he doesn’t want to be without

Silence follows long enough that you think he’s fallen asleep but then-

“I don’t have to think so much around you” his voice is softer now, heavier

You bite the inside of your cheek to not smile and not make sounds

“I like it”

“I hate it” he continues after a pause. It’s like he’s contradicting himself and doesn’t know how to explain it fully even if he was fully awake

His grip tightens again, just slightly like he’s settling closer into sleep

For a second everything is quiet except for breathing then-

“I love you” he says it so softly you’re not even sure you heard him correctly

For a second, you forgot how to breathe. Not because you never imagined hearing it. Actually you daydream about it a hundred times. A thousand maybe. Every day during lazy mornings or long drives, during matches when he pointed at you in the crowd after scoring but never like this

The room feels different immediately after. Even the air has changed

Your entire body goes still and it feels like your heartbeat fully stops for a second

You don’t move or turn or breathe properly for a moment because this isn’t a confession you were meant to hear

Behind you, his arm tightens around you once more and then relaxes slightly

His body is settling into sleep even as his words stay behind. His forehead rests against your shoulder again and this time, he doesn’t speak anymore

Minutes pass, maybe even hours

His breathing slowly evens out, deeper, heavier. Asleep for real this time. The kind of sleep that erases whatever he said without permission

The room becomes quiet again and you finally let yourself breathe slowly and carefully

It feels like any sound might break something fragile

You don’t turn around yet, just stay there and listen to him breathe against you

Your chest aches and you hadn’t realized how cold your hands were until now

You’re so happy you can’t even describe it with words but you let yourself smile

Even if tomorrow he might act like it never happened, at least you heard and know it even though you weren’t supposed to

You can’t wait to tell him you feel the same. You already loved him from a long time ago but you were too scared to push him away. You’ll say it soon somehow though

He needs to know how deeply you love him and that you always will

Ahh how much i love him

word count: 661 / some of my favorite things about him ♡

Sae Itoshi and the way he listens when you talk even when he pretends he isn't. Expression distant, eyes closed, giving you the impression he stopped paying attention a long time ago, until hours later when he casually references something you said in passing because with Sae, attention and remembering are his affection.

Sae Itoshi and the way he slowly starts including you in his routines without discussing it first. Your favorite snacks in his kitchen, your toothbrush beside his. Space for you in his life made quietly and permanently.

Sae Itoshi and the way he pretends to be annoyed after you steal his clothes yet he never asks them back. Instead he just watches you walk around in them silently, eyes lingering a little too long.

Sae Itoshi and the way he looks back to make sure you're still beside him in crowded places. Just quick glances over his shoulder, subtle enough that nobody else notices how often he does it.

Sae Itoshi and the way he remembers the exact little things that make you happy. Not grand romantic gestures, just specific things that nobody else notices enough to remember.

Sae Itoshi and the way he says "You're staying over" instead of asking. As if the thought of sleeping without you beside him suddenly feels unnecessarily empty.

Sae Itoshi and the way he hates admitting when he needs your comfort, yet somehow always ends up beside you when the world starts exhausting him too much.

Sae Itoshi and the way he stares at you when he thinks you're not paying attention. Expression calmer than usual as if loving you softened something inside him he thought was permanent.

Sae Itoshi and the way he dislikes unnecessary touching from everyone except you. Your hands on him feel familiar now, expected even and sometimes he catches himself leaning into them before realizing what he's doing.

Sae Itoshi and the way he silently fixes things for you instead of comforting you verbally. Acts of service are part of his love language. Adjusting your jacket when it slips off your shoulder and even plugging your phone if the battery gets low.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets jealous in silence. No accusations or dramatic reactions, just colder eyes and his attention fixated too intensely on the person standing close to you.

Sae Itoshi and the way he acts inconvenienced every time you ask for his affection, only to pull you into his lap five minutes later without a word.

Sae Itoshi and the way he waits for your texts even while he's pretending he doesn't care about his phone at all.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets protective without realizing it. Walking on the side closest to the street, pulling you behind him instinctively.

Sae Itoshi and the way he pulls you closer to him unconsciously whenever he is tired. Half asleep, defenses lowered, holding you against him like his body trusts you more openly than he knows how to.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets irritated when you apologize too much. "Stop saying sorry for everything." Somewhere along the way, your feelings started mattering to him more than his own comfort.

Sae Itoshi and the way his affection feels hidden inside restraint. Every touch, every glance, every quiet act of care carries more meaning because he is the type of person who rarely gives those things away freely.

Sae Itoshi and the way he waits for you when you're running late. He complains about it every single time, arms crossed and expression annoyed, yet he never leaves. No impatient messages or dramatic remarks, just Sae waiting for you exactly where he said he would be.

Sae Itoshi and the way he shares things that used to belong to him. A hoodie left at your place, a favorite song quietly added to your playlist. Small pieces of his life offered without any explanation. He stopped seeing a difference between "mine" and "yours".

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