“i said I wanted to relax. there’s a difference.”

you hum like you’re considering it, then point at the ocean. “that is relaxing.”

chuuya squints at you.

then at the water.

then back at you.

“…you’re insane.”

still, he follows you down to the shore.

because of course he does.

the second the water touches his ankles, it’s over.

a wave rolls in harder than expected, and chuuya immediately stiffens as it hits his knees.

“tch-!”

you don’t even hesitate.

one arm hooks under his thighs, the other steadies his back, and before he can fully process what’s happening, you’ve lifted him clean off the ground.

chuuya freezes.

“…put me down.”

you adjust your grip slightly, walking deeper into the water instead. “nope.”

“I can stand in the water perfectly fine.”

another wave rushes in. it hits right where his legs would’ve been.

he clicks his tongue sharply.

“…I can mostly stand in the water.”

you snort.

“you’re short, chuuya.”

“I am not-”

a larger wave crashes in right after and would’ve gone straight over his waist.

if he wasn’t currently being held like a very annoyed, very elegant cat.

you feel him go rigid again.

“…don’t say it.”

“say what?”

“don’t say I need help.”

you grin. “you need help.”

“you-”

he reaches up and grabs your cheek, pinching it hard.

you don’t even flinch.

instead, you lean down slightly.

“careful,” you tease softly. “you’ll fall if I drop you.”

“I will kill you if you drop me.”

“romantic.”

once you get deeper into the water, chuuya slowly realizes something.

he’s not sinking.

he’s not struggling.

and most importantly, the waves aren’t swallowing him whole anymore.

because you’re holding him just high enough to stay above the roughest parts, adjusting effortlessly every time the water shifts.

“…you’re doing this on purpose,” he says quietly.

you hum. “doing what?”

“making me need you.”

you glance at him, amused. “you do need me.”

he goes quiet.

then scoffs. “…tch.”

but he doesn’t tell you to put him down again.

instead, his hands slide from your shoulder down to your collar, gripping lightly like he’s decided this is acceptable now.

the ocean moves around you both in soft, rolling waves.

for a moment, it’s quiet.

just wind. salt.

and chuuya staring at you like he’s trying not to smile.

“you’re enjoying this,” he accuses.

“enjoying what?”

“this stupid… carrying thing.”

you tilt your head. “maybe a little.”

his eye twitches.

“…unbelievable.”

you lean in then, just slightly.

close enough that the saltwater between you feels warmer.

and steal a kiss.

quick. soft.

chuuya immediately short-circuits.

“HEY-”

you laugh against his mouth.

“what? you’re not gonna fall. I’ve got you.”

he looks like he wants to argue.

he really does.

but another wave rolls in, and instead of arguing, he just tightens his grip on your shirt and pulls you back in for another kiss, this one longer, slightly annoyed, and very definitely not meant for anyone watching the beach.

“…you’re insufferable,” he mutters afterward.

you smile. “and you’re still in my arms.”

“…don’t get used to it.”

but he doesn’t ask to be put down.

not once.

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"my own girlfriend... insulting my beautiful face..."

he spends the next hour sighing dramatically whenever you walk past him.

"don't worry. i'll simply become a mysterious man whose beauty can only be appreciated by strangers."

the moment you laugh, he immediately grins.

"aha! so you still think i'm funny."

"...i never said that."

"close enough."

later that night, he quietly asks while resting his head on your lap,

"...you were joking... right?"

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

"...the hell did you just say?"

he genuinely thinks he misheard you.

when you repeat it with a completely straight face, he narrows his eyes.

"...you're lucky i love you."

he walks over to the nearest mirror, fixes his hair, adjusts his coat, and looks back at you.

"be honest."

"..."

"am i?"

he tries acting confident, but the tiny crease between his brows gives him away.

once you finally tell him you were kidding, he flicks your forehead.

"don't scare me like that again."

꒰ ranpo edogawa ꒱

"...lying."

he doesn't even look up from his snacks.

"you're trying to tease me."

"...what if i'm serious?"

"you're smiling."

"..."

"your heartbeat didn't change."

he casually pops another piece of candy into his mouth.

"nice try."

he still ends up asking later,

"...you still think i'm cute though, right?"

꒰ ryunosuke akutagawa ꒱

he goes completely silent.

"...i see."

his expression barely changes, but something in his eyes dims.

he simply nods and quietly excuses himself.

the guilt hits you almost instantly.

when you find him later, he's standing alone, staring out the window.

"...i apologize if my appearance disappoints you."

your heart absolutely shatters.

he looks genuinely confused when you immediately hug him.

꒰ doppo kunikida ꒱

"...what?"

he blinks over the top of his notebook.

"did i hear you correctly?"

when you nod, he instinctively starts adjusting his tie.

"is my appearance untidy?"

"is my hair messy?"

"do i look exhausted?"

he immediately starts trying to figure out what changed.

when you finally admit you were joking, he lets out the biggest sigh.

"...please don't conduct unnecessary relationship experiments."

꒰ atsushi nakajima ꒱

"...oh."

his smile immediately disappears.

he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

"...that's okay."

"...looks aren't everything."

he says it so softly that you immediately regret teasing him.

he genuinely believes you.

when you start apologizing, he's more worried about comforting you.

"it's okay..."

"...really."

꒰ fukuzawa yukichi ꒱

he simply looks at you.

"...is that so."

his voice remains calm, but there's the faintest hint of disappointment.

he doesn't argue.

he doesn't defend himself.

he just accepts your opinion.

"...thank you for being honest."

which somehow makes you feel ten times worse.

you immediately grab his sleeve.

"wait- i was kidding."

he looks at you for a long moment before the tiniest smile appears.

"...i thought so."

꒰ fyodor dostoevsky ꒱

"...interesting."

he tilts his head.

"what changed?"

he isn't offended.

he's curious.

he starts asking questions like he's conducting research.

"when exactly did i stop being handsome?"

"was there a defining moment?"

"what qualities determine attractiveness?"

five minutes later you're somehow debating philosophy instead of teasing him.

he wins.

somehow.

꒰ nikolai gogol ꒱

"...WHAT?"

he gasps dramatically.

falls to his knees.

throws both hands toward the ceiling.

"THE TRAGEDY!"

"THE BETRAYAL!"

he spends the next five minutes asking random strangers.

"excuse me! am i handsome?"

you can't stop laughing.

he finally grins.

"mission accomplished."

꒰ sigma ꒱

"...did i... do something wrong?"

he immediately assumes it's his fault.

he quietly fixes his hair.

straightens his clothes.

"...i can change."

"...if there's something you don't like."

he looks so genuinely worried that you immediately cup his face.

he almost melts the second you tell him he's still the most handsome man you've ever seen.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

"..."

he smiles.

which somehow feels dangerous.

"you hesitated before speaking."

"..."

"your heartbeat increased."

"..."

"you're lying."

he chuckles.

"you nearly had me."

then he leans closer.

"...say it again."

"...you're not handsome."

"incorrect."

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

"...understood."

he accepts it with complete seriousness.

"...thank you for informing me."

"..."

"...should i change my hairstyle?"

"...or perhaps my diet."

he actually starts making a mental list.

you have to physically stop him before he asks strangers for appearance advice.

꒰ junichiro tanizaki ꒱

"...really?"

his ears immediately turn pink.

he awkwardly smiles.

"...i guess... i can't really argue."

he becomes noticeably quieter for the rest of the day.

when you apologize, he laughs softly.

"...i know you didn't mean it."

"...but maybe don't joke like that again."

꒰ michizo tachihara ꒱

"...excuse me?"

he laughs because there's no way you mean it.

"...good one."

"..."

"...wait."

"...you're serious?"

he immediately pulls out his phone and opens the front camera.

"nah."

"...nah, i still got it."

he spends the next hour fishing for compliments without even realizing it.

"this jacket still looks good though..."

"...right?"

the second you call him handsome again, he tries so hard to hide the smug grin spreading across his face.

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by the time swim day actually arrives, he has:

baby sunscreen

two towels

emergency snacks

three spare outfits

waterproof toys

a tiny sunhat

and enough anxiety to power a small city

“it’s just a pool,” kunikida says when he sees the bag.

dazai looks at him blankly.

“he’s six months old, kunikida.”

“yes.”

“…he could drown.”

“not if you’re holding him.”

dazai narrows his eyes suspiciously like the pool personally offended him.

the swim class is full of exhausted parents and tiny babies wearing ridiculously small swimsuits.

tsukki is sitting against dazai’s chest in a dark blue swim outfit, blinking slowly at the loud room like he’s already evaluating everyone.

a woman nearby smiles.

“he’s adorable.”

dazai immediately looks proud. “thank you. i made him.”

tsukki drools on his shoulder.

when it’s finally time to get into the water, dazai hesitates at the edge of the pool.

“…it’s cold.”

the instructor smiles patiently. “he’ll adjust.”

“what if i don’t.”

tsukki stares at the water.

then at dazai.

then sneezes directly on him.

the instructor coughs to hide a laugh.

eventually, dazai carefully steps into the shallow end holding tsukki securely against his chest.

the second the water touches him, tsukki freezes.

completely still.

tiny hands gripping dazai’s swim shirt.

dazai immediately panics.

“he hates it.”

“give him a second,” the instructor says gently.

dazai looks down nervously. “tsukki? son? be honest with me.”

tsukki blinks once.

then slowly kicks the water.

splash.

he pauses.

kicks again.

bigger splash.

his eyes widen slightly.

dazai watches carefully.

then tsukki suddenly smacks both hands into the water with shocking force.

water splashes directly into dazai’s face.

silence.

then, tiny baby laughter.

tsukki is laughing.

full little squeaky giggles while aggressively splashing everything around him.

dazai stares for one stunned second before immediately melting.

“…oh no,” he whispers emotionally. “he’s happy.”

the instructor smiles knowingly.

dazai looks like he’s about to cry.

after that, tsukki becomes unstoppable.

he kicks constantly.

splashes every living thing nearby.

grabs at floating toys with tiny determined hands.

at one point, he smacks water directly into dazai’s mouth.

dazai coughs dramatically.

“betrayed by my own bloodline.”

tsukki giggles harder.

the parents nearby laugh softly while dazai stares down at his son with complete devastation.

“…you think this is funny.”

tsukki squeals.

“you’re right. it is funny.”

halfway through class, the instructor encourages parents to let the babies float briefly on their backs.

dazai looks horrified instantly.

“absolutely not.”

“you’ll still be holding him.”

“emotionally i disagree with this activity.”

but eventually he tries.

very carefully, he lowers tsukki slightly onto the water while supporting his entire body.

tsukki freezes again.

wide-eyed.

tiny arms spread out.

floating.

dazai barely breathes.

then tsukki looks up at the ceiling lights reflecting on the water and smiles.

small. sleepy. content.

and something about it completely destroys dazai emotionally.

his expression softens instantly.

“…look at you,” he whispers quietly.

tsukki reaches one wet little hand upward toward him.

dazai melts immediately.

after swim class ends, tsukki falls asleep almost instantly in the locker room wrapped up like a burrito in towels.

his damp curls stick slightly to his forehead.

dazai sits beside him quietly for a moment just staring.

completely gone.

completely in love.

kunikida walks in carrying paperwork.

stops.

“…why are you looking at him like that.”

dazai doesn’t look away.

“he floated.”

“yes. babies do that.”

“…he floated.”

kunikida sighs deeply.

later that night, dazai spends forty minutes showing people blurry pool photos.

“look at this one,” he says seriously. “he splashed me intentionally.”

atsushi smiles politely. “that’s cute.”

“this one is from when he discovered buoyancy.”

“you took fifty pictures of the same thing.”

“every moment mattered.”

and somewhere nearby, tsukki sleeps peacefully after the most exciting day of his tiny life.

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

taking twins swimming sounds easier in theory.

in reality, it’s hell.

“why are there so many tiny shoes,” chuuya mutters while unpacking the swim bag.

indie is already trying to crawl away.

ivan is chewing on a floatie strap.

and chuuya hasn’t even left the house yet.

the pool is warm and shallow, specifically designed for babies.

there are colorful floaties everywhere.

small toys drifting across the water.

parents smiling nervously.

and chuuya, already sweating.

he has indie balanced on one hip while trying to keep ivan from eating sunscreen.

“ivan,” he mutters, pulling the bottle away, “why are you like this.”

ivan smiles at him.

chuuya sighs.

“yeah, okay. my fault.”

both babies are dressed in matching little swimsuits.

indie’s has tiny ruffles.

ivan’s has little sharks on it.

they are offensively cute.

a woman nearby gasps softly. “oh my god, twins.”

chuuya immediately straightens proudly.

“yeah.”

“…they’re adorable.”

he tries to act normal about it.

fails immediately.

“thanks,” he says, smiling helplessly. “they kinda know it too.”

indie squeals right on cue.

getting into the water is chaos immediately.

indie loves it.

the second her feet touch the pool, she starts kicking wildly with excited little noises.

ivan does not.

ivan looks personally offended by water.

he clings to chuuya’s chest with tiny fists while glaring at the pool like it insulted him.

“…it’s okay,” chuuya says softly, bouncing him slightly. “you’re alright.”

ivan frowns harder.

indie splashes herself directly in the face and laughs.

“and you,” chuuya mutters, looking at her, “have no survival instincts.”

eventually, ivan relaxes enough to sit against chuuya’s arm in the water.

barely.

he still looks suspicious.

meanwhile indie is thriving.

she splashes nonstop.

grabs at floating toys.

tries to crawl directly into deeper water twice.

at one point she kicks hard enough to splash another parent nearby.

chuuya freezes instantly. “oh my god, i’m so sorry-”

the other parent laughs. “it’s okay.”

indie grins proudly like she committed a successful crime.

“…she’s definitely yours,” chuuya mutters.

then ivan discovers splashing.

everything changes immediately.

because now he realizes water can be weaponized.

he slaps the surface once.

water sprays everywhere.

his eyes widen.

he does it again.

harder.

indie notices instantly and joins him.

within seconds, both babies are attacking the pool like tiny aquatic gremlins.

chuuya is getting drenched.

the instructor is laughing.

other parents are laughing.

and chuuya is sitting there completely soaked while both twins squeal like they’ve unlocked ultimate power.

“…i created monsters.”

indie kicks him directly in the stomach.

ivan sneezes.

later, the instructor encourages floating practice.

chuuya immediately looks nervous.

“they’re too little.”

“you’ll still be supporting them.”

“…yeah but emotionally this feels illegal.”

still, he tries.

he carefully supports indie first.

she floats happily without a single thought behind her eyes.

completely relaxed.

tiny legs kicking lazily.

“okay,” chuuya admits softly. “that’s kinda cute.”

then comes ivan.

ivan stiffens immediately.

tiny hands gripping chuuya’s wrists.

chuuya softens instantly. “hey, hey. i got you.”

ivan stares up at him.

still nervous.

but slowly, he relaxes.

just enough, and chuuya smiles softly like he just witnessed a miracle.

“…good job,” he whispers.

by the end of class, both twins are exhausted.

indie falls asleep first, warm against chuuya’s shoulder wrapped in a towel.

ivan fights sleep dramatically for five more minutes before finally passing out too.

chuuya sits there in the locker room holding both babies carefully against his chest.

quiet.

still damp from the pool.

completely exhausted himself.

but smiling anyway.

because they had fun.

because they trusted him.

because moments like this make every hard day worth it.

he kisses the top of indie’s head.

then ivan’s.

“…you two are gonna kill me someday,” he murmurs fondly.

indie snores softly.

ivan drools slightly onto his shirt.

and honestly, he’s never been happier.

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he noticed immediately.

he always did.

without taking his eyes off the game, one hand reached behind him until his fingers found yours. he gave your hand two small squeezes before intertwining your fingers together, still somehow managing to play perfectly with his other hand.

chat exploded.

"WHO IS THAT?" "HOLD ON..." "THE HAND???" "GIRLFRIEND REVEAL???"

kenma simply ignored every single message.

instead, he softly rubbed circles against your knuckles while calmly calling out enemy positions to his teammates as if holding your hand during a tournament-level match was the most natural thing in the world.

you smiled to yourself.

he always did this.

whenever you wandered into his office during a stream, he'd reach for you without thinking.

sometimes it was your sleeve.

sometimes your pinky.

sometimes he'd absentmindedly pull your chair closer with his foot until your knees bumped together.

he never acknowledged it.

he just...needed you close.

once the victory screen finally appeared, kenma leaned back with a quiet sigh.

"gg."

he muted his teammates before turning toward you.

"hi."

you laughed.

"that's all i get after six hours?"

he blinked.

"...i held your hand."

"you did."

"...the whole game."

"you did."

"...that counts."

you couldn't argue with that.

before you could answer, his headset picked up the tiny conversation because he'd forgotten to mute his microphone.

chat instantly lost its mind.

"HE SAID HI LIKE THEY HAVEN'T LIVED TOGETHER FOR YEARS." "I'M CRYING." "HE THINKS HAND HOLDING COUNTS AS QUALITY TIME." "IT DOES."

kenma glanced toward his second monitor and sighed dramatically.

"...they're being weird again."

"again?"

"they're acting like they don't know i'm obsessed with you."

the words slipped out so casually that he didn't even realize what he'd admitted until a few seconds later.

his ears slowly turned pink.

"...forget i said that."

you grinned.

"too late."

his chat was moving so fast that he couldn't even read individual messages anymore.

he covered his face with one hand.

"...great."

you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against his warm cheek.

"i'm obsessed with you too."

his entire face turned red.

chat somehow moved even faster. "SHE KISSED HIM." "WE ALL SAW THAT." "KENMA IS BLUSHING." "SCREENSHOT IT." "CLIPPED"

he reached over and, without another word, clicked the button ending the stream.

the screen faded to black.

you raised an eyebrow.

"ending early?"

he slipped his headset onto the desk before wrapping both arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your stomach with a tired sigh.

"...they've had enough of me today."

you gently ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.

"and what are you doing now?"

he closed his eyes, melting completely into your touch.

"...logging off."

"from streaming?"

he shook his head.

"from everyone else."

after spending hours talking to thousands of people, answering questions, making jokes, and pretending he still had social energy left, there was only one place he actually wanted to be.

right here.

holding you in the quiet.

where there was no chat.

no cameras.

no notifications.

just your fingers combing through his hair while the room settled into comfortable silence.

to everyone online, kenma kozume had ended his stream.

but to you, he was finally home.

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