sure thing anon 💌 i didn’t really know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, so i went with a short oneshot. hope you’ll enjoyy, i love amber

wc: 1k ✧⠀ genre: fluff (sfw) ✧

you woke up with a start, limbs numb and a certain headache pounding your temples painfully. with a groan, you curse under your breath.

you fell asleep while studying. again.

throwing a glance at the window within the library you were in, you notice the sun has already disappeared outside. worried, you hurry toward your phone, double tapping its surface in order to turn it on and check what time it was.

it doesn’t. you click and tap repeatedly, but the battery is clearly dead and you forgot your charger home. fantastic.

a sigh. massaging your temple, you get up from your seat. the pc was already turned off, so you only had to put the books and notes back into your bag and make your leave.

hopefully it wasn’t too late. maybe nath, or someone else, was still around... and specially, maybe the school gates weren’t closed yet.

as you go to open the door, fearing for a moment it might be locked, a sigh of relief escapes your lips in verifying it wasn’t.

you step into the hall, feeling the temperature drops, causing a shiver to run through you, completely shaking the leftover sleep off of you.

hell, it was so dark too. it was almost scary.

although it wasn’t your first time, unfortunately, falling asleep at school and finding yourself wandering around it during night time, it never made you feel at ease being there.

“what are you still doing here?” a familiar voice speaks at the end of the corridor. you whip your head in its direction, finding out a familiar blondie gazing you up and down.

before you can say anything, she scoffs. “what’s with your hair? my god, were you sleeping in there?”

you bite the inside of your cheek, fatiguing not to roll your eyes at her. well, turns out someone was still around... ugh. maybe being alone would’ve been better than her.

“actually, yes.” you respond. “i was studying. you should try it, it might do you some good.” now it’s your turn to grin, and hers to roll eyes. “what about you? why are you still here?” returning serious, you question, weirdly curious.

“hah,” she opens her locker. “for your information, i was studying. actually, studying. not sleeping.” pulling out of it a strangely familiar sweater. seeing it, you squint your eyes, discarding her previous statements.

was that...?

“you should see your face right now!” laughing, she closes the locker, beginning to close distance from you. you stay put, watching her reach out her arm with the piece of clothing in her hand for you to grab. “you forgot this in class.”

with wide eyes, you take the object from her. “why did you keep it there?” is all you can think of, as her hands go on her hips, her usual arrogant smirk vanishing to make a face.

“as much as i think it’s horrible,” she eyes the sweater with disgust, “i would rather keep it myself that let peggy steal it.” she admits.

“what? was peggy about to steal it?”

“absurd, right? who’d want to have that thing in their closet?” she chuckles.

you know it’s supposed to be one of her usual insults, another way to pick on you like she’s always done. still, you can’t help your cheeks from turning red.

“you kept in your locker, though.” your gaze falls to your feet, sheepishly murmuring, “thanks.”

a brief silence falls between you two.

although being a small gesture, you couldn’t let it go. it certainly wasn’t the type of things she got you used to.

“you know,” you start, going back to look at her. “i’m sorry for the gym thing.” confessing, you hold the sweater close to your chest.

the familiar smell of her perfume comes from it, and you’re terribly ashamed to admit how much you actually like it. did she spray it on it, or is it simply because it’s been in her locker all day?

she keeps quiet, seemingly thinking about the moment.

it happened two days ago, during physical education. you guys were playing dodgeball, when you received a ball right on your face. of course, your first, and only, hypothesis on who could’ve been was her. it only made sense.

also because nobody said a thing at first.

without even assuring you were right, you went straight to amber... and poured a whole water bottle on her, all while calling her names.

it happened so quickly that you didn’t even realize iris, the one who involuntarily hit you, trying to apologize behind your shoulders.

... a very low moment for you.

“it’s fine.” she blurts. “no, really, i mean it–” you hurriendly add, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done it.”

her expression changes subtlety. it softens, the darkness of the hall makes it hard to see. but you’re sure you’ve seen her face redden.

“oka—” as she starts her sentence, a door a couple feet away from you swings open.

both of you snap your heads, letting out a frightened cry.

nath comes out of it with a handful of papersheets under his arm, “amber.” he calls out his sister’s name, stopping on the spot when he sees you. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you tighten the grip on your sweater. “hey nath. nothing, i was just about to go.” flashing him a smile, you turn your gaze back to the girl in front of you.

suddenly, an idea crosses your mind.

“keep this.” you whisper so that only her could hear, tossing the object back to her. amber grabs it, lifting an eyebrow at you.

“it’s cold outside. and i wouldn’t want such horrible thing in my closet anyway.” mirroring her brash smirk and previous joke, you turn your back.

“good night guys.”

so, you head back home, replaying over and over again what just happened between you and your “sworn enemy”.

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✧ azusa mukami - boyfriend headcanons ✧

i don’t mind, don’t worry :) here are (sfw) headcanons about zuzu as your boyfriend! as always cts of the pictures used to their respective owners on pinterest. enjoyy

he loves going on dates. i can’t really picture him organizing fancy dinners at luxurious restaurants... actually, i don’t see him “organizing” in general when it comes to random dates:

he’ll just tell you that he “knows a place” and will bring you there without further explanations. he loves improvising and going in all kinds of places. museum dates, coffee dates, beach dates. you’ll be surprised by how much he knows the town.

that being said though, it doesn’t mean he won’t take his time in making surprises for you during special occasions like your birthday, or your anniversary. he loves making handmade gifts, such as personalized knives, small keychains. it feels more personal to him.

azusa’s a huge cuddles lover. at any hour of the day, he will cling onto you and will want you to do the same; resting his head on your lap, your shoulder. he’ll get so red if you hug him from behind, do that! it’s such a weakness of his.

he gets so mortified when you’re mad at him. like, he isn’t one who likes to annoy you, not even to play around, if he does it’s totally involuntarily– he will get so shy and sad, mumbling his sorries and trying to do anything to make you forgive him.

for that reason as well, it’s literally almost impossible for him to get mad at you. like, not even slightly, remotely, upset. he just can’t.

so patient, in every way you can imagine. little things come natural for him; waiting for you to tie your shoes if you’re walking (actually, he’ll do that for you), waiting, and watching with adoring eyes, you to get ready... just waiting. he’ll wait, always. you could be 1 hour late at a date and still find him there, waiting for you.

struggles to vent. he tends to keep anything that bothers him to himself, bottling things up so much until he explodes and has a full crying meltdown. please don’t get scared when these happen, he just needs comfort. don’t ever force him to talk, just be present with him.

about crying... yeah, he’s very emotional. will totally sob his eyes out if you write him love letters or gift him that “thing that he thought was nice” when you were casually window shopping one day.

can be a little bit of a brat sometimes. he does it when you’re not paying attention to him. actually– when he wants you to put him back in his place. he very much likes it when you’re playfully mean to him.

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✧ azusa mukami - headcanons ✧

hi, sure thing, here they come! i had a lot of fun writing these, although i got so sad to think about his appearance... nevertheless, i hope these will be of your liking. credits of the pics used to their respective owners on pinterest! enjoy ^◡^

(edit: guys this post was flagged as “possible mature content” and looking back at it i think it’s because of the description of azusa’s body... should i have put a tw for malnutrition? maybe this triggered someone, i should’ve thought about it more deeply before posting it🤦🏻‍♀️ i’m so sorry, i’m gonna remove that part from the hdcs.)

ꞝ his childhood.

azusa’s demeanor could’ve been described as pretty much the calmer of the mukamis. he’s always been a quiet boy, who didn’t speak much unless talked to;

contrary to what one may think though, that didn’t really make him an introvert. azusa was (and is) a people lover, he enjoyed spending time with other kids, whether it was to play games or simply stay with one another without really doing much. he just loved company.

indeed, after meeting his brothers, he totally clinged to each one of them for different reasons. to ruki when he needed to hear wise words and seek reassurance, to kou when he wanted to play around and with yuma when he wanted to feel somewhat “protected”.

ꞝ his appearance.

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his visage could be described as a poem. azusa has one of the most beautiful faces of all the diaboys, with his soft features that makes him look friendly and welcoming... and much less dangerous than the others, although his numerous scars.

his lips are thin, his cheeks always rosy. he’s got a slightly hooked nose and almond, azure lilac eyes with long lashes. he’s very androgynous, kids often struggle to understand his sex. they only get it after noticing his very pronounced adam’s apple.

ꞝ his likes.

studying. this boy is a curious soul since his early years; he loves diving into all kinds of books, novels... he particularly loves kids books to the core, his absolute favorite being “the little prince”. he finds comfort in children’s tails, it heals something within him everytime he adds another piece to his collection.

not only reading, though. i strongly believe he also has a weakness for writing, too. he has a personal diary which he uses both to write his personal feelings and create his own fictional stories. it’s a secret talent of his and undoubtedly his biggest passion.

aquariums, art museums and libraries are his top three favorite spaces. aquariums being on top of the list due to his love for water animals. he’s obsessed with fish.

ꞝ his dislikes.

hot weather is such a nuisance to him, he detests sweating so much, it drives him crazy. he’s much more of a winter guy.

debates. whether it is at school or with his brothers, or anyone else really, he just hates them so much. not because he doesn’t have opinions– not at all, he’s actually very smart and has a surface knowledge on pretty much anything... still, he doesn’t enjoy the sort of adrenaline/pression debating gives him. it makes him anxious.

too narrow spaces. he’s pretty claustrophobic, he needs to be outdoors often, or else he might literally have a meltdown.

ngl, i had other hdcs in mind for him but i didn’t wanna write too much. i’d love to talk about his close relationship with his brothers and dig deeper into his past before meeting them, i love the mukamis, they’re the bests.

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GIRL YOU JUST GAVE ME AN AMAZING IDEA!!!! omg i never thought of that, i need to make hdcs of the hsl boys’ voices!!! gosh im gonna write this rn AKSHAKSHWK