Oh? You're approaching me?

♡

"hey nene-kun,"

the pencil snaps. he knows his face is red, but he just can't take amane doing this anymore.

they were both assigned to clean the classroom after school and it couldn't have been worse. amane was absolutely obsessed with bothering him any chance he got and nene was at the end of his rope.

"yes amane-kun. what do you want?" he muttered through gritted teeth, throwing the pencil haphazardly into a trash can. the desks were almost all clean; now if amane left him alone―

a carton is shoved in his face; strawberry milk. nene's favorite.

amane looks almost bashful when he shakes it again, wiggling two straws between two fingers in his other hand.

"lets share?"

nene is stunned for a moment, his cherry eyes glancing at the milk and back up to amane's, now red, face. amane coughs and steps back.

"but uh, only if you want to. if not that's okay i―"

"yeah sure." nene pops open the strawberry milk and he realizes just how thirsty he was. amane slides the plastic straw into nene's waiting palm, a giddy smirk crossing his features.

they sit across from each other, straws crossing each other. nene's hands are cupped around the carton, his nails tapping on the hard paper. every so often, nene feels amanes eyes watching him, but he refuses to look at him; he's not sure he could take it.

"nene-kun,"

it's an instinct to look at someone when your name is called, so of course nene's eyes dart over and catch amane's cocky grin.

"you're really cute like this; up close i mean."

nene's hands squeeze and the milk gushes out, coating amane's face in the baby pink liquid. he gasps and fumbles around for a napkin, only finding a gym shirt. while patting his face and hair down, amane grabs his wrists when nene's hands rest on his cheeks; thumbs rubbing his hand near affectionately.

"i have a question..."

nene nods slowly, quietly mumbling for him to carry on.

"can i taste you?"

nene barely has time to react when amane's slightly rough hands gently cup his cheeks and pull him close.

its sweet; absurdly so. his lips are chapped, but strangely soft. the liquid trapped inside the gym shirt is dripping pink all over the now dirty table and running down his fingers and arm. nene wants to feel irritated but his hopeless romantic heart swoons.

♡

"whatcha doin' out here sunshine?"

a shadow looms over yashiro's body, but she doesn't have to look to see who it is. she can see the shadow of his tail and ears. it's very odd but she can also just smell him; a spicy wood smell.

his eyes are a vibrant gold, shimmering the sunlight. it reminds her of the sun on a sunny, mildly cloudy day; or a full moon on a clear night. she bites the inside of her cheek.

"oh um nothing really. what about you hanako?"

he sits himself down behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "hmm. well i was looking for something to eat..."

he smiles when she shifts and glances towards the basket on the ground. "but i think we both agree that you're much too cute to eat right?"

she fumbles and stutters through words, it's unintelligible noises and he simply is too amused to decipher it. he snickers and pats her cheek with his hand, swiftly standing and disappearing into the woods.

oops

JJBA

Identity V (I love norton so so much spsps come home wild pitch)

Devilman Crybaby (dead fandom but I care them)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (probably only vent stuff)

Promare on occasion. Maybe. It'll probably be on ao3 lol

I'll try to be more active here but if youd like to see fics more often it would be a good idea to check my ao3 every so often ^^