THE mio susuhara kisser

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who naturally became your best friend when you two started dating. you honestly have no idea how it happened, but you two just clicked, and things went on from there. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who loves going to the mall and shopping sprees with you. he loves going to makeup stores and helping you shade-match products, watching you come out of the change room with a stunning outfit he suggested, helping you shop for new bras, etc. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who loves self-care sessions whilst gossiping. you help him apply his face mask, then he helps you apply yours. you two would sit on your bed, and he would talk and complain about his teammates. "yeah, and he’s that nasty ninja—” "the one with the ugly green streak in his hair?” "oh my god, yes, thank you! that singular highlight is so fucking ugly; like, seriously, what was he going for??” 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who loves listening to you rant while playing with your hair. you'll be sitting in front of a mirror while he does your hair, and you’ll be complaining. he'll always throw in a few comments, agreeing with you or giving a reaction to show that he’s actually listening. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who always hypes up your outfits; however, he will definitely point out if something looks off. something along the lines of, "princess, the top is super cute, but definitely change the jeans. the shades don’t match.” 

your friends, who start complaining and making jokes about how you’ve “replaced them with your boyfriend!” but it really got you thinking about how your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel left out, how your boyfriend doesn’t make you reach out first, and how your boyfriend is always there for you. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who is there to listen and comfort you when you rant about your struggles with your friends, but then he lets out a soft chuckle when you wipe away your tears and say, "it's whatever, though. i don't care. you’re my best friend anyway.” 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who now always invites you whenever he visits his sister in tokyo. he knows his sister would love you, and after finding out about your struggles with your friends, he wanted to introduce you to more people. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who’s absolutely right about his sister. she adores you and offers to take you out on a “girls only shopping spree” which chigiri was heavily against. "koyuki, don’t hog her all to yourself!!” he pouts. 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who loves sleepovers at his place. he loves staying up to watch movies on his couch and doing your nails. he learned how to perfect french tips and has a whole pinterest board full of nail inspo for you! 

boyfriend + best friend chigiri, who wakes up next to you on the couch in the middle of the night, movie still running on the big screen tv. his eyes soften once he sees you; it’s a cute sight. you’re asleep, with your head on his shoulder, and a bit of drool coming out of your mouth. he doesn’t mind— if it were anyone else, he definitely would. he was about to move until he paused. "you're my best friend,” he mutters.

hiori sighed as he sat down in his seat. “i barely did anything.”

“you literally told your manager i was ‘hardworking and reliable.’”

“that’s because ya are,” he replied simply. “‘n because if i hafta survive another saturday rush alone, i’m actually gonna lose my mind.”

you laughed as they started friendly bickering. “so nana got in through connections?”

“networking,” hiori corrected.

“corporate nepotism,” nanase countered.

“not even close to corporate, nanase. it’s a café.”

“pshhh, whatever! hopefully i’m employed now— i really gotta pay off my student loans for this year!”

“nana, this is actually huge,” you smiled at him. “you’ve been working so hard. congrats!”

“thank you, y/n!”

“by the way, y/n,” hiori piped up, leaning back in his seat, “how’d ya even get here? traffic was terrible.”

“oh, i walked,” you replied casually. truthfully, your flat wasn’t that far from the campus athletic field; it was only around a twelve-minute walk.

“nana n’ i drove here together— i picked him up after the interview, and our sleeping bags are in the trunk. man, it was so busy in the parking lot. took forever to park.”

“okay, but to be fair, hiori missed the parking entrance twice!” nanase laughed, ducking as hiori gave him a quick slap on the back.

you giggled quietly as the two continued to playfully bicker. the bleacher seats were packed, fans pouring into the rows carrying drinks and signs cheering on the teams. a loud cheer suddenly erupted from one section of the crowd as a few players from the opposing team stepped onto the field for warmups.

“oh wait,” nanase suddenly exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. “before the game starts, does anyone wanna get snacks?”

“yeah, i’m down. d’ya wanna tag along, y/n?” hiori asked, getting out of his seat and offering his hand to you.

as you opened your mouth to answer, your phone buzzed in your pocket. the screen lit up with a new text message.

eita 🤍 sent you a message.

“you guys go on ahead,” you said after a second, pulling your phone out. “i need to answer this.”

“you sure? we can totes wait!”

“nah, it’s okay. i’ll guard the seats.”

“‘kay, thanks, y/n.”

the two boys disappeared into the crowd toward the concession stands. as their voices faded into the noise around you, you looked back down at the glowing screen in your hands, your smile softening as you typed out a reply.

you let out a small chuckle as you read his message, closing your phone before slipping it back into your pocket. the smell of buttery popcorn drifted through the air while music blasted through the speakers. you leaned back in your seat for a moment before noticing someone step into the aisle behind you and sit down directly behind your row.

you turned to sneak a glance and—

oh.

your stomach immediately flipped in the stupidest way possible. the recognizable reddish-brown hair and teal eyes, so similar to rin’s.

sae. it was him. sae itoshi.

you quickly looked back toward the athletic field, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and praying you didn’t look weird sitting alone while your friends were gone. a second later, you risked another glance.

terrible idea.

he noticed you immediately. recognition flashed across his eyes before his expression returned to its usual stoic calm. your brain completely short-circuited for a few seconds.

“oh,” he said simply. “we meet again.”

“oh— hi!” you croaked, embarrassment flooding your face. smooth. great. incredible work.

“didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, looking at you with a neutral expression. no smile, no dramatic reaction. just calm eye contact.

“uh, yeah! my friends and i got tickets from rin, haha…”

he nodded toward the empty seats beside you. “they ditch you already?”

“nono! they just went to get snacks!” you laughed nervously, waving your hands in denial.

“hm.”

an awkward silence settled between you for a moment, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. maybe he just wasn’t exactly the type to start conversations.

“hey, um… i really wanted to thank you for that night last week,” you started. “i realized i never properly thanked you, and i’m really sorry you had to deal with my sobbing mess, haha…”

“it’s nothing. rin said you got back with your boyfriend, so it doesn’t matter.”

what? was he keeping tabs on you…?

“yeah…”

another silence settled between you, this one lingering longer than the last.

“you like soccer?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

fuck. why did you ask that?

he stared at you for a second before shrugging lightly. “yeah, i do. i play for union twenty’s team.”

well, obviously you already knew that.

“what about you?” he asked after a moment, interrupting your thoughts.

“i mainly came to support rin and some of our other friends.”

“figures.”

you blinked. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you just don’t seem like the type to willingly sit in crowded stadiums.” his tone was blunt, but not mean. just direct.

“i can totally be social sometimes!” you defended yourself.

were you currently being teased by sae itoshi? no way… right?

“mhm.”

“that sounded fake.”

“it was.”

you stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing. for the first time that night, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. barely a smile, only there for a split second, but enough to catch your attention.

then suddenly, footsteps approached your seats.

“we’re back!” nanase announced, carrying way too much popcorn, with hiori following behind him, stopping mid-step after noticing who was sitting nearby.

“oh,” he said slowly, looking between you and sae. you immediately recognized that look, judging by the tiny smirk forming on hiori’s face.

a loud whistle suddenly cut through the stadium. the crowd erupted instantly as bright lights flashed across the field, the announcer’s voice booming through the speakers while the players finally ran out.

the game was starting.

the match ended with your friends’ team winning 3–2. the crowd exploded into cheers and applause as isagi scored during the final minutes. he was immediately swarmed by his teammates, all shouting praises.

your three friends, bachira, and isagi jogged over toward the railing near your seats while rin trailed behind them, still sweaty from the match.

“you guys saw that, right? you all saw my amazing dribbling?” bachira exclaimed breathlessly, looking like an eager puppy waiting for praise.

“obviously,” you laughed. “you were sooo amazing, megs. you all did so well.”

isagi laughed breathlessly at bachira’s excitement before flashing you a grin.

“you three were amazing!” nanase buzzed excitedly while hiori nodded along, joining the conversation. as isagi, bachira, nanase, and hiori chatted, another teammate suddenly called for isagi, sending him scrambling away toward what looked like an interview. rin stepped forward to fill his place.

“rinnie, oh my god, you were amazing! two out of the three goals? i’m so proud of you,” you gushed, trying to pull him into a hug. unfortunately, the railing still separated you from him on the field. “gosh, i can’t even reach you from here.”

“jump,” rin murmured.

you nodded immediately, following his command. without another word, he lifted you over the railing and onto the field as you giggled. wrapping your arms around him, you immediately grimaced.

“ewww, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, trying to pull away, but he only held you tighter with a smirk.

“womp womp. cry about it.”

rin’s eyes wandered before landing on sae, who had approached the railing and was now staring at the two of you. rin finally let go before turning toward his brother.

“well done,” sae congratulated monotonously, his stoic expression unchanged.

“i—”

“rinrin! ego said for everyone to meet up in the locker room!” bachira yelled, interrupting him before he could finish. “he said something about dinner plans! free dinner!”

“wait, weren’t we supposed to have a sleepover tonight?” hiori cut in, clearly confused by the sudden change of plans. “y’know, movie marathons, microwave popcorn, y/n painting everyone’s nails. the usual.”

“sooo… slight problem…” bachira said sheepishly, looking guilty. “we have a celebratory team dinner tonight. ego apparently already booked everything, and since we won, we can’t skip it. i’m really, really sorry.”

“nono, megs, it’s totally fine! you guys should go enjoy your food. you all deserve it, especially after that win,” you reassured quickly, trying to hide your disappointment.

rin looked irritated, giving you the obvious do i have to go? look. you glared back and nodded firmly. before anyone could say anything else, nanase’s phone buzzed loudly in his hand. a huge grin spread across his face.

“i got the job!”

hiori’s expression instantly brightened. “what? actually?!”

“see? told you! nepotism!” nanase giggled.

you laughed as rin and bachira congratulated him before hiori suddenly paused.

“wait, nanase. we literally have an early morning shift tomorrow since it’s the weekend,” hiori sighed in realization. “boss said your first training shift starts at seven.”

absolute silence. the excitement deflated instantly.

“so,” you said carefully, “the sleepover plans are… dead?”

“unfortunately… yeah…”

disappointment surged through your body, though you quickly covered it up with reassurance. “that’s totally fine! we can definitely reschedule!”

“alright! hiori and i have to leave now, if that’s okay. i really want a good night’s sleep before tomorrow,” nanase smiled before looking at hiori for approval.

“y/n, d’ya want a ride home? it’s pretty late,” hiori offered, giving you a worried look.

“i’m totes fine! now go! i’ll come visit you two tomorrow morning at the café, okay?” you reassured them. as much as you would’ve liked a ride home, your flat was in the complete opposite direction from theirs, and you hated the idea of inconveniencing them further. “alright. we’ll see you tomorrow!”

you all waved goodbye as the two departed, leaving you alone with rin and sae. bachira was nowhere to be found— presumably already back in the locker room.

“how’re you getting home tonight?” rin asked, breaking the silence.

“i’ll probably just walk home. i don’t live far, remember?”

“it’s expected to rain in ten minutes.”

well, fuck. maybe you really should’ve taken that ride offer. you could totally call your boyfriend to pick you up— no, wait. he was out drinking with his friends right now. the last thing you wanted was for him to get into an accident driving under the influence.

rin noticed your hesitation immediately— the slightly furrowed brows, the way you bit the inside of your cheek, the unconscious tilt of your head whenever you were deep in thought.

he glanced at you, then at his brother, then back at you again.

“sae will drive you home,” rin sighed, giving your shoulder a quick pat.

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now that he’s thought about it— it’s been quite some time since he last saw you; life pulled you two onto different roads. you retired as an assassin, left the order shortly after osaragi joined, moved back to kyoto, and created a new version of yourself. eventually, you both started drifting apart. not from any sort of big fight, just silence that kept stretching and stretching until it became normal. 

the universe really had its own timing.

two days later, you were out for an errand run and rushed into a small convenience store— sakamoto's store. “hi there! is taro sakamoto here?” you asked, walking into the store, being greeted by a blonde young man. “he’s um, currently out at the moment?” the boy replied hesitantly. you squinted and read his name tag ‘shin’. 

“alright, that’s no problem, shin! if you could tell him that (name) dropped by when he comes back, that would be great!” you smiled and turned for the door. before you could reach the handle, the door was opened by two men. yoichi nagumo and … shishiba? your stomach drops. 

“shishiba…?” you stammered. your voice hadn’t changed. for him, it still felt like coming home. 

for a second, you two just stared at each other— surprised, awkward, stunned that the past had suddenly resurfaced. before he could say anything, nagumo jumped onto you, pulling you into a tight, warm hug. 

“well, if it isn’t our dear (name)!” he beamed, patting your back, then walking into the shop, leaving you at the entrance with shishiba. his gaze was warm, familiar, and overwhelming. suddenly, the world stops for a second. all the memories start resurfacing— the past. 

memories of when the two of you met through family friends at the age of six, and how both of you attended kansai region assassin institute. memories of when he started skipping classes and eventually dropped out. memories of when he was taken under the wing of yotsumura, yet you both stayed in touch, remaining as close friends. memories of when he joined the order around the same time as you (after you graduated). the precious memories of the boy who used to walk you home after school, who knew your favourite snacks, who once held your hand at a festival without realizing how deeply it burned. 

“heard you got engaged. osaragi told me.” shishiba managed to say, trying to keep his tone steady. 

“yeah,” you replied softly, eyes searching for his. “it all happened pretty fast.” 

there was something behind the way you said it— it was with uncertainty; a question. a moment passed that felt too long and meaningful for two people who were supposed to be moving on. 

“‘was beginning to think you joined witness protection.” he hummed quietly with a small smirk creeping upon his face. your mouth curved into a smile and the ache in your chest shifted, except it wasn’t pain. it was something waking up again. truthfully, you had the fattest crush on shishiba for the longest of time. you decided to give up on that fantasy after you moved to kyoto; however, this meeting changed everything. fuck. fuck this. you shouldn’t be feeling this way. not when you have a soon-to-be husband waiting for you in your cozy apato. 

“i’ve missed you too,” you said, then paused for a bit. you knew it was wrong to ask but you did anyways. “do you wanna get drinks tonight and maybe catch up…?” 

your boyfriend, who overhears others talking about how their own girlfriends would wear “too revealing clothes,” and he always scoffs and simply replies, “then don’t bag a baddie next time.” 

your boyfriend, who loves it when you snap back at others. one time, someone pointed out that they could see your bra, and you replied, “good. it was fucking expensive.” he lives for your sass. 

your boyfriend, who doesn’t see a problem with people looking at you unless they’re directly making you uncomfortable. he really sees no problem with it— people look at beautiful people all the time, right? nothing’s wrong with it. 

your boyfriend, who gets annoyed you when you get catcalled on the street, but never makes it your problem. it’s not your fault that you’re getting whistled at; you didn’t do anything wrong.

your boyfriend, who will always protect you when other men try to harass you. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, really! he knows you can protect yourself, but he enjoys the privilege of pulling you close and calling you his, whilst telling those losers to back off. 

that doesn’t mean your boyfriend doesn’t get jealous; of course, he does! but petty jealousy shouldn’t dictate your happiness! he’s just not insecure like that. 

he wrapped both arms around you, holding you tightly. one hand rubbed slow circles on your back, the other cradled the back of your head. your cheek rested against his chest, and he could feel the damp warmth of your tears soaking into his shirt. 

you two stayed like that for a long time, the room filled only with the soft sound of his humidifier and the rhythm of your breathing slowly calming down. you got up from him, pulling back just enough to look up at him. a dark spot on his shirt from your tears spread across his chest. “fuck, i’m sorry,” you sniffled as you grabbed his shirt. “your shirt’s all wet and—” “i don’t really mind.” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “i like my shirt soggy.” you gave him a small, teary smile, and something in his chest eased. 

your breathing evened out, your hands still holding onto his shirt— like you weren’t ready to let go. “i don’t want to be alone tonight,” you murmured. 

“stay here. as long as you need,” he replied immediately. 

you nodded, then slowly curled up closer, your legs tucked beneath his, your head resting just under his chin. he held you in silence, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tracing light patterns across your back. 

an ‘i love you’ sat on the tip of his tongue, yet he didn’t say it— not yet. this wasn’t everything he wanted—but it was something close. something comforting— something like hope… and for now, for him, that was enough. 

comfort crowd.

— ౨ৎ jin, alan, sho, ritsu, haku, jiro, + [your fav]