Lucas and Lily

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai: Kamurai-san, Goshujin-sama (When he calls her Servant)

Tohma Ishibashi: Ishibashi-kun

Kaito Fuji: Kaito

Lucas Errant: Lucas/Luca (In English)

Endless Devotion

The moment you stepped onto the set, Mr. Reca felt it.

You had a presence—undeniable, ethereal, captivating. The way you carried yourself, the way your voice lilted just so—it sent a shiver of admiration down his spine. He swore the air changed when you entered a room, as if the universe itself had to pause to acknowledge you.

And oh, how he lived to acknowledge you.

“My love,” he gasped, his hand flying to his heart as if you had physically struck him. “Every time you enter a room, it is as if the sun itself has dimmed in jealousy.”

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your eyes. “And yet, my darling, I prefer the moon.”

Reca exhaled sharply, as if the sheer poetry of your words had sent him spiraling. “Cara mia!”

Around you, the crew barely reacted, already used to the grand theatrics that came with their director. But something about the way he looked at you—the absolute reverence in his gaze—set it apart from his usual dramatics. Today, you decided to indulge him just a little more.

Gliding toward him, you placed a single gloved hand on his cheek. “Are you working hard, mon amour?”

Reca trembled under your touch. “How can I work when you stand before me, tempting me away from all responsibilities?”

You smirked, dragging your fingers along his jawline before stepping away. “Then suffer, my love.”

And suffer, he did.

You weren’t just his lead actress. You were his everything. Reca made it known in the most extravagant ways possible.

He would call for breaks simply because he noticed you looked slightly displeased with the lighting. He would personally adjust your wardrobe, kneeling before you as he ensured every button, every seam was flawless.

But most of all?

He spoke his love.

“I have directed countless works of art, but none compare to the poetry of your existence.”

“My heart, were I not bound to my duties, I would spend every second at your feet, basking in the shadow of your grace.”

“Tell me, how does one breathe when you are near? I fear my lungs function only at your mercy.”

And you? You accepted it all with a smile and the smallest tilt of your head.

Because, deep down, you adored it.

Reca lived for any excuse to touch you, but he respected the art of patience. And so, he settled for your hand, taking it gently in his own and pressing a reverent kiss to your knuckles.

“You are the very breath in my lungs, the reason my heart beats,” he murmured, lips lingering against your skin. “Without you, I am but a husk of a man.”

You chuckled, your fingers curling under his chin to lift his face. “Then I suppose I must keep you alive.”

His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “(Y/N),” he whispered, eyes dark with devotion. “You know what that does to me.”

Reca had many admirers, but he only had eyes for you.

You found him in his office one evening, surrounded by scripts and half-empty glasses of wine. He looked up the moment you entered, his exhaustion melting into pure adoration.

“You’ve come to torment me, haven’t you?” he mused, already standing to greet you.

You sauntered forward, stopping just close enough for him to catch the scent of your perfume. “And if I have?”

Reca exhaled as if you had just whispered the secrets of the universe into his ear. “Then I am at your mercy.”

You reached for his tie, playing with the fabric as you eyed him. “Poor thing. You must be exhausted.”

“I could be on the brink of death, and I would still crawl to you,” he swore.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Then kneel.”

And he did. Without hesitation, without question.

Because you were everything to him.

The crew was used to Reca’s antics, but when you indulged him? That was a sight to behold.

During a break, he stood beside you, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved into a knowing smile.

“What troubles you, Reca?” you asked.

“You.” He sighed dramatically. “You haunt my every thought.”

You turned to him fully, placing a single hand against his chest. “Poor thing. Do I torment you so?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “And I live for it.”

The crew collectively groaned at the overwhelming tension, but neither of you paid them any mind.

Reca was a man of passion, but nothing stirred his fire more than the idea of another person laying their hands upon you.

The unfortunate soul who dared flirt with you found themselves under the weight of Reca’s heated gaze.

“Darling,” he purred, his hand possessively sliding to your waist. “Shall I handle this.. distraction?”

You smirked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Now, now, mon cher, be kind.”

Reca turned to the offending man, his eyes sharp with dark amusement. “Forgive me but you seem to be under the delusion that you can compete with me. Allow me to assure you— you cannot.”

The man wisely took his leave.

Reca turned to you, his gaze still burning. “Querida, I fear I may have to spend the evening reminding you to whom you belong.”

You hummed, brushing your lips against his ear. “Do try, my love~”

He never needed an excuse to sweep you into a waltz.

The moment he heard a slow melody play from the gramophone in his office, he reached for you without hesitation.

“Dance with me,” he murmured.

You let him pull you into his arms, his hand firm against the small of your back. The two of you swayed, locked in a private world where only you and he existed.

“You move like a dream, my love,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “If I could, I would trap this moment in time, reliving it over and over again.”

You chuckled. “Then you would never finish your work.”

Reca smirked. “Ah, but you are my life’s greatest masterpiece.”

He was not a subtle man, and his love for you would never be contained in something as simple as words.

And so, he crafted an entire set in your honor.

When you arrived, you found yourself standing in a grand recreation of an old gothic mansion, candlelit chandeliers casting soft shadows along the walls. At the center of it all stood Reca, holding out a single black rose.

“For you, my dark angel,” he said, offering it to you. “A tribute to your endless beauty.”

You took it, twirling the stem between your fingers before gazing at him. “And what did I do to deserve such devotion?”

Reca stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Simply exist.”

There were times when Reca tried to take control to play the part of the dominant suitor.

But when you turned the tables?

He was utterly, devastatingly weak.

One night, as he leaned in to claim a kiss, you stopped him with a single fingertip against his lips. “Reca,” you murmured, your voice like silk. “Sit.”

His breath hitched, his entire body reacting to your command. He sat, his hands gripping the arms of his chair as he watched you move toward him.

“You worship me so openly,” you mused, your hands sliding over his shoulders. “Tell me, mon amour, what would you do if I asked you to beg?”

Reca exhaled sharply. “I would fall to my knees without hesitation.”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips nearly brushed against his. “Then do so.”

And he did. Without shame, without restraint. Because you were his dark queen, and he lived to worship you.

No matter how hard he tries to be the one in command, you simply had a way to change things. You are able to flip the script. With a single touch, a whisper against his lips, he was undone.

In the end, he was the one breathless, the one trembling in your grasp.

And he loved it.

As you sat together in the candlelit warmth of your shared home, Reca looked at you with a softness so rare, so intimate, it nearly stole your breath away.

“My love,” he murmured, taking your hand in his own. “If I had a thousand lifetimes, I would spend every one of them chasing after you.”

You smiled, lifting his hand to your lips. “Then you are mine for eternity.”

Reca exhaled in sheer reverence. “(Y/N),” he whispered, voice trembling. “You know what that does to me.”

How will you 🫵 spend your holidays with the boys?

These headcanons are mostly non-Christmas specific activities so everyone can feel included, no matter if you celebrate Christmas or not!!

Credits for the cozy prompts here!

Credits for the gifs here!

Frostheim

Jin

Drinking mulled wine.

It reminds him of when he snuck a sip from his mom's cup – feeling his cheeks warm and his mind get fuzzy. It was worth the light scolding he always received. As he grew up, however, the drink didn't taste as joyous as it used to. The spices held memories that were too painful to touch. Until you shared your cup with him during one Christmas night. And as he took a sip of your wine under your soft gaze, his cheeks warmed, and his mind grew fuzzy once again. But maybe it wasn't the drink's fault.

Tohma

Bundling up and taking a walk.

Granted, he already does it on the daily, but there's a special thing in the air when the year is ending; and the cold is seeping through the thickest of clothes; and you're right there, beside him, with your hand gripping his as if it was your lifeline. He knows he has a lot more resistance to the cold than you, and he enjoys it to the fullest. Seeing you bundled up, almost drowning inside his coats, waddling beside him like a penguin – he loves it. You're so cute. You're lucky he's a gentleman now.

Kaito

Baking cookies.

He thinks there's nothing more romantic than baking sweets with the person he's in love with. Wants to go through all of the cliches with you – putting flour on each other's noses and cheeks, sneaking a taste before it's done, making awfully shaped cookies just for the fun of it... it's the date of his dreams. It's only fair he'll try his best to make something you can't forget either.

Luca

Playing board games.

It reminds him of home. Of late nights with his parents and his brother, playfully arguing over plenty of colorful boards and weird pieces. However, playing games with his family after his brother disappeared became hard. It took him some time to realize he could enjoy it again with you. One night, under the dim lights and to the sound of your laughter and playful bickering, he felt his chest grow warm and his eyes soften as he looked at you, sat right across from him. He felt like he could keep trying again.

Vagastrom

Alan

Taking a long nap.

When was the last time Alan let his guard down? As he curls himself up on his couch, he feels like it must have happened in another lifetime. He focuses on his own breathing and his slow heartbeat – the soft, weighted blanket you had given him protects him from the cold outside, and he catches his own eyelids drooping. He feels comfortable. He feels safe. Before he drifts into a calm sleep, he makes a mental note to gather enough courage to ask you to make him company next time.

Leo

Lighting scented candles.

Self care wasn't exactly a foreign subject for Leo. He knew all there was to know about it. Yet, one thing still remained special whenever winter came around: the holiday themed candles. Gingerbread, nutmeg, peppermint... He pushed every themed candle into your arms whenever you two went shopping during this time of the year. It was his guilty pleasure; one of the few things he actually got excited about. You just have to give in to his whims (and pray you have no allergies).

Sho

Visiting the Christmas market.

Sho can handle crowds easily. Better than you, that's for sure. So you trust him when he invites you to stroll through the market, knowing he'll keep your hand in his as you two look at all the trinkets for sale and all the stall foods. You get each other small gifts – Sho gives you a miniature motorcycle keychain, and you give him a new bandana (which he puts it on his head immediately). As you two walk leisurely, hand in hand, through the busy street, he selfishly wishes he could just stay in this moment forever.

Jabberwock

Haru

Knitting a warm sweater.

He just finds more and more work for himself, even when he tries to relax; as if his body is fueled on responsibilities he creates for himself. If you point it out, Haru will only laugh and say he just wants everyone to have their own matching, ugly sweater. And he's steadfast on his goal. He wants his fingerprints visible when he's creating his very own family. You wearing an ugly sweater he made is just the first step.

Towa

Watching romantic movies.

Is it surprising to know that Towa is probably the biggest Hallmark fan? He could watch a thousand of the same "workaholic woman moves to small town and finds love" movies, and still wouldn't get tired of them. He talks of how he wants to recreate the "airport kiss" scenes, the "kiss under the rain" scenes, and the "kiss in front of an entire city" scenes. You tell him you can't offer him that much, but you can give him a kiss for every godawful movie he forced you to watch. And that's more than enough for him.

Ren

Listening to podcasts.

He doesn't like Christmas. Not surprising, I know. He just thrives in being a hater, and hating Christmas is essential to his persona. He will never admit, however, how much he loves the holiday atmosphere, and how perfect it is to tune into his favorite horror podcasts during the chilly, dark winter. You don't even point out that Halloween was two months ago anymore. You just cozy up next to him, and under fairylights and mistletoes, you get ready to listen to his favorite monster stories.

Sinostra

Taiga

Watching the snow fall.

He feels like the white snow awaken old, softer memories of a time long gone. He lays his head on your lap as you two hide in one of the school building's balconies, observing the snowflakes slowly coat the grass outside. You gently card your fingers through his tousled hair. Maybe he doesn't need to remember anything else if he can keep the memory of this moment in his mind, forever.

Romeo

Wearing warm pajamas.

They're fuzzy, soft to the touch. He can even feel his shoulders sagging as you straighten his pajamas and gently massage his shoulders. No need to yell, no need to fight, no need to worry about things falling apart and through his fingers. He shares his skincare with you in silence, and you accept it, in silence as well. The hum of his air conditioner is enough noise to fill the small, cozy little space you had created for him.

Ritsu

Doing a jigsaw puzzle.

There are no strict rules, no correct way of playing. Just a simple task with a simple goal. For once, he feels like he can be in silence and just properly enjoy your company while you two build some generic scenery together. Ritsu can just be, without the need to prove himself the smartest or the best in order to justify the space he occupies. For two to three hours, it's just you and him and nothing else.

Hotarubi

Subaru

Drinking hot chocolate.

The contrast between the japanese ambiance of Hotarubi and how "western" Christmas feels never fails to amaze Subaru. His favorite part of Christmas, however, isn't the decoration: it's the food. The sweets. He loves to warm his hands with a huge mug of hot chocolate, blushing every time you plop a few more marshmallows in his beverage. You spoil him, shoving every little sweet treat you find in his hands. He promises to eat them all, but only if you always join him in his indulgence.

Haku

Reading a good book.

It's not hard for Haku to have a good day, holiday or not. He just wants to laze around and have you tucked under his arm. That's all there is to it. He looks up from the new book you had just given him as a Christmas gift, only to see you handing him a mug of hot chocolate. He smiles, setting the book and the mug aside, and taps the seat right next to him, effectively trapping you under his arm. If he's being honest, he doesn't really care about christmas, but man, does he love christmas with you.

Zenji

Decorating for the season.

While Subaru usually worries about contrasting decorations, Zenji makes sure to place fairylights in every tatami room as soon as winter comes. He drags you around the dorm, his official helper, while he hangs ribbons and bells and mistletoes in every wall. When you ask him if he's hanging mistletoes on the doorways on purpose though, he looks at you with wide-eyed curiosity – he had no idea what you meant. Was there some tradition he wasn't aware of? Well, you're more than happy to teach him.

Obscuary

Ed

Lazing around

It's hard to break his habits. You do manage to shoo him out of his room after announcing Rui and you would deep clean it, so it could be presentable during the new year. Ed is pretty sure you're scarred for life, but, well, you insisted, right? But it's the holiday time, and his undead heart feels a little bit for you. He invites you to stay at his now pristine room for a while, dragging you into a random, obscure youtube rabbit hole. At least his sheets are all clean.

Rui

Going ice-skating.

Isn't it the perfect date? Being able to show off his glorious skating abilities, all while being your knight in shining armor, ready to catch you if you fall. He loves the angry red of your nose and cheeks and the awe in your face as you look at the way the sun reflects on the ice. Rui can barely keep himself from smooching your face until you were red from his attention, not the cold. He can't wait to take you to a cafe date next.

Lyca

Doing arts and crafts.

He wants to give a gift to Santa, and who are you to say no when Lyca asks you for help? In fact, he wants to give gifts to everyone he knows as well: the blonde gigolo, moth eaten casanova, Harurin, Romi and you, of course. His room becomes a warzone of arts and crafts supplies – there's glitter, glue and colored paper everywhere. But cleaning doesn't even come to his mind as he gives you a cheeky grin, glitter all over his face, as he show you his little craft project for Santa. He'll catch him this year, for sure.

Mortkranken

Yuri

Listening to cozy playlists.

Holiday spirit is the one Yuri blames when he allows you to control the aux cord. He's so generous, only demanding that every song must be instrumental. His ears perk up while he works on his papers and you put some etheral music to play. Plastic Platina, you call it. He huffs. What a silly name. He wasn't expecting, however, to inadvertently hum to the repeating rhythm of the song, his work flowing a little more fluidly than he expected. Maybe he can give things other than classic a try. But only sometimes.

Jiro

Lounging by the fireplace.

You gasped, pulling your hand back. What was that? The first feeling was pure terror -- are you going to vanish in pieces? Will your organs dissolve one by one? It was an overwhelming fear.

A chill ran down your back, the notes of your heart pounding so hard you could feel the pulse in your eyes and ears.

You shouldn't have done this.

You're going to die.

Why did you do it?

You fool.

You had come to the Obscuary House to deliver some notes Professor Moby had asked you to give to Ed, but he wasn’t there, nor was Lyca --probably spending time with Subaru. While you wandered through the house, you stumbled upon Rui lying on the couch, his lashes shimmering beautifully under the moonlight filtering through the window. He wasn’t covered, as if he didn’t feel the cold.

Then something lightly caught your attention. Rui wasn’t wearing his gloves. You assumed he must have taken them off before lying down since they were on the floor. At that moment, your mind was still on autopilot—stressed and rushed from your routine as an inspector (?). Without much thought, you placed the notes on a small table nearby, silently picked up the gloves, held his wrist, and slid them onto his bare hands.

“Hm? Honored Student, what are you doing here at this hour…” A strange silence interrupted him mid-sentence, his beautiful rose-colored eyes glimmering as he noticed your hands on his. A horrified expression crossed his face as he instantly withdrew. “Oh no, no no no no no!” Rui began muttering to himself, his face pale with dread as he quickly got up and started inspecting you.

It was in that moment, seeing his terror, that you processed the situation carefully. You were going to die. My goodness, you were really going to die, and not even because of your curse.

Your knees hit the floor, the sound of your heartbeat still ringing in your ears. Rui stood before you at a safe distance, his eyes filled with tears, his hands hovering in the air, unable to touch you. “Oh my God, what have I done? My Lord, what have I done? No, no, no, no, please, no.” His tears dripped past his lips, causing him to choke.

You had never imagined he could make that kind of expression -- it was so unlike the confident and charismatic Rui you knew. Perhaps that was why your fear turned inward; something told you that reacting poorly would hurt his feelings.

You were the fool who touched him without thinking--it wasn’t his fault.

It never would be.

“I’m so sorry… My God, please no, no, no,” Rui repeated, his denials a mantra. “No, not this time. Just this once, please…” He didn’t look away, as if afraid that if he did, you would no longer be there.

“Rui, I…”

“No, no, no, no…”

“Your hands are so soft.”

Despite the fear coursing through your veins, your scream and tears stifled, the only thought in your mind was about the soft skin you had touched for the first time. After months of observing him from afar while he wore gloves, it was strangely refreshing to feel the warmth radiating from a simple touch.

You were going to die.

You supposed you’d survive, that all your efforts would pay off with salvation. The thought of what would happen if you became an anomaly had never crossed your mind. But now, standing at death’s door… it seemed strangely calm.

Slowly, your heart began to beat normally, the chill in your back melted away, and all you remembered was the delicate warmth of his wrist.

“No, no, no, I…”

“Rui, can I at least ask for a hug?”

“No, you’re still here. Maybe there’s just a small delay. if we go to the Mortkranken maybe they can do something, some form of preservation, I don’t know. They’ve never helped with this before, but maybe this time it’ll work… It has to work. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry—it’s all my fault. Please, no, no, no…”

Without much thought, you wrapped your arms around him. Your cheek brushed against his, and it was warm, as expected. Rui tried to push you away gently, muttering “no” in a choked voice. But after a few seconds, he gave in and pulled you into his lap. His cold tears trickled down your neck, and his hands rested on your back.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s kind of my fault.”

“No, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have taken off my glove. It’s my fault, please don’t go.”

“I put it on without thinking.”

“Don’t go, please. Just this once, not you.”

His words moved you a little, and you affectionately scratched his scalp. He choked again, holding you tighter as if trying to draw all the bad out of you into himself.

“Take me with you. At least this time, let it be like that.”

“What are you two doing in the middle of the living room? And without inviting me... I feel betrayed. Especially me, who is so fond of the transmission of warmth between bodies,” Edward’s voice interrupted. Rui lifted his face from your shoulder to look up. His expression, wrecked with tears, made the vampire step closer and hold Rui’s chin. “Friend, this really doesn’t do your looks any justice.”

“Ed, the MC, she’s going to… because of me…” Rui choked. Edward pulled Rui’s shoulder upright, making him stand as if he already knew just looking at it what happened.

“Look at her. Does she look dead to you? Like a soulless body? Because to me, she looks as alive as on our last mission.”

“I touched her… it must be delayed.”

“If it were delayed, you’ve had time to cry, hug her, and talk to me. I don’t think it’s a delay. Just look closely.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Rui stared at you with hope in his eyes, though he shook his head at himself in denial. Meanwhile, you looked between the two of them, lost. The fear of death had left your body—whether from the comfort of holding him or the fact that you didn’t feel anything different, aside from the chill of his tears on your neck.

“She’s fine. And that’s the only concerning part.”

“How?”

“There are many reasons. She could have turned into a zombie, or you broke the curse’s hold on her, or maybe it simply didn’t affect her. I’d wager the first and last are the most likely.”

“But how wouldn’t it affect me?”

“I don’t know. Your power amplifies the Stigma in us ghouls; maybe it neutralizes against as well.”

Now that you thought about it, when Jin gave orders while holding your hand, it didn’t affect you directly.

“Neutralizes…?”

You stood for a moment, approaching Rui, who recoiled, but the vampire beside him kept him from stepping back too far. Gently, you touched Rui’s cheek, making him shut his eyes tightly.

“I didn’t know you could act shy like this, Rui it’s a charm.”

That comment made the blonde furrow his brows, and you smiled. Carefully and hesitantly, Rui placed one of his bare hands on your cheek. He played with his fingers on your soft skin, tears falling one by one, soaking his face anew.

“Can I join this exchange of touches, or is it personal?”

“Do you want one of your arms to fall off?”

“How jealous.”

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I'm more surprised by the fact that i wrote this 30 min ago, but toke me 15 min to edit in tumblr....lol

You decide to take his sunglasses off, to maybe try them out or just to play and mess around with him when you notice his beautiful eyes. Since he always wears his sunglasses around you and the others gang member you don't usually get to see his eyes all that usually, you only saw glimpse of them. You stare a little, Lighter doesn't understand your staring until he's self-aware that he doesn't have his sunglasses on, he didn't realize that you took them from him cause he let his guard down around you. He tries to keep it cool as always but you can see how he's not sure to where look at, he wants to keep eye contact with you but oh it's so hard, you're so pretty and so close to him right now, he wants to look like he doesn't care but oh he cares so much about you, everything.

Blushing a little, he asks you if there was anything wrong, you simply reply that he has such beautiful eyes with such a honesty that made Lighter's face turn red in a few seconds. Without the protection of his sunglasses, he uses his hand to cover half of his face and look away, he probably would say with a scoff "I know." but now, in all his vulnerability he replies a "Thanks..." Muffled by his hand, while his face turns even more red by the seconds.

I think so, probably will.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm losing a lot of motivation because I'm really getting little to no feedback on my stuff. I would rather get like 5 likes and 5 comments or reblogs with tags, than a lot of likes and no comments.

And when I do get an ask or a comment, it's only people requesting stuff or asking for more :') I don't mind my friends asking for more chapters or more headcanons, but when strangers do it, it's disheartening. I wish people would talk to me for more than just asking for more posts.

Yeah, tkdb has a small fandom, but if I had only 5 people liking my stuff, but those 5 people commented, I swear I'd be a lot more motivated to write. Because then I'd know that 5 people out there WANT to read what I write, and that I'm not just posting throwaway fics that people read and immediately forget after finishing.

thinking about lighter who never really thought about settling down, because you can't really miss what you've never had. he could understand the appeal in theory, but a physical 'home' never really felt like something lacking from his life. which is probably why the spare key to your small house felt so foreign in his pocket. he stayed there every time the sons of calydon were in town so he might as well have the key, you had said. besides, it was a symbol that he was welcome any time. your relationship was past the point of invitations.

the first time he came back, he almost felt like an intruder while unlocking the door. but instantly, the familiar smell of you hit him, mixed with the smell of cooking, and the interior that looked exactly as it had when he had left, and he felt at ease. when he went into the kitchen, you looked over your shoulder at him from the stove, that familiar loving spark in your eyes.

"welcome home!"

characters: sakura haruka x gn!reader content: fluff a/n: methinks he doesn’t like to ask for it but he lowkey really enjoys listening to you talk so pls do yap to him abt wtv (he might start tweaking if u don’t) ≈ 800 wc

It’s peaceful, blissfully cold, and you’re soundly sleeping when you start to notice two things; something is vibrating, and it’s in the middle of the night.

Well, you assume it’s in the middle of the night since it’s still dark out and no trace of daylight is present at the moment. Not like you can think of anything else either, since you had just been woken up by the former of those aforementioned details.

Groggily and very much grumpily, your hand blindly searches for the source of the vibrating object which you had felt somewhere on the back of your thigh. Snippets of last night appear in your foggy mind, a small reminder of how you had accidentally fallen asleep while mindlessly scrolling through your phone before bed.

2nd person, sfw, various characters make sure reader is fed after learning about their less than stellar eating habits (this is written from the perspective of someone who forgets to eat so it will be biased towards that interpretation)

*ೃ༄ DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

ft. Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Umemiya Hajime, Hiragi Toma, and Kaji Ren

… moments in which they realized they’re utterly whipped for you (2.6k wc)

Cw) gn!reader, uhh umemiya’s bit is corny but he’s lowkey a corny guy, tbh i got stumped with suo’s part sorry if that’s evident, profanity in kaji’s part, spar my head i haven’t written in a minute

SAKURA

“It’s getting late… I think I should get going before it’s dark.”

You had spent the day off with a few of the Furin first years, which included Nirei, Suo, and your boyfriend, Sakura. You didn’t realize how much fun you were having until you checked the time, almost reading past your curfew. 

Sakura frowned, and Suo was quick to notice. He shamelessly pushed him closer towards you with his signature smile, making Nirei tilt his head a bit.

“Now now, no need to get so sorrow. You’ll see each other again soon!” 

You quirked a brow at the one-eyed boy’s antics, wondering what he was up to this time. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sakura’s face growing redder and redder, something you’ve grown used to overtime. 

“Yeah, I’m seeing him tomorrow or the day after,” you informed, a skeptical tone lacing your voice. “What are you getting at this time, Suo?” 

He merely stood still and smiled as uttered the sentence that was bound to break Sakura.

“Don’t lovers bid each other farewell with a goodbye kiss?” 

Ah, so that’s what that was.

Steam emitted from Sakura’s ears. On the other hand, you seemed unphased. He had a point, wasn’t that an unspoken rule? It wasn’t like you and Sakura hadn't kissed before, but whenever you did, it was always in private. 

However, Suo seemed eager to know whether or not Sakura had the balls to kiss you in public, more eager than you for whatever reason. 

“I mean, I don’t have a problem with it,” you replied shyly. “Do you, Sakura?”