꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who loves physical affection

holding your hand, hugging you randomly, pulling you close, it all comes naturally to him

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who hypes you up over everything

new outfit? cool haircut? did literally anything? he’s your number one supporter instantly

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who gets protective without losing his softness

he’s kind by nature, but if someone hurts you, the kindness disappears fast

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who always tries to make you laugh when you’re upset

even if he has to embarrass himself a little to do it

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who gets flustered when you compliment him unexpectedly

suddenly he’s laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who treats even small moments with you like they’re special

convenience store trips, walking home together, sharing snacks, it all means a lot to him

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who listens to you with complete sincerity

when you talk, he pays attention like your words genuinely matter

꒰ boyfriend!yuji ꒱ who loves you openly, warmly, and with his whole heart

nothing complicated, just honest, wholehearted love

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until parent-teacher conferences.

"she's a wonderful student," her teacher said with a warm smile. "very respectful."

dazai grinned proudly, resting his chin on his hand. "i know. she's inherited all of my brilliance."

the teacher laughed politely before her expression softened.

"...however."

there it was.

"she doesn't really interact with the other students."

his smile faded ever so slightly.

"she isn't being bullied, is she?"

the teacher shook her head.

"not at all. it's more that... she chooses to be alone. she doesn't dislike anyone, but she keeps to herself. she spends lunch by herself, does every group project quietly, and leaves school alone every day."

after that conversation, dazai started paying closer attention.

he realized she never came home talking about classmates. there weren't any group chats lighting up her phone, no sleepover invitations, no birthday parties to attend, and no stories about friends she'd laughed with during lunch. when she finished school, she came straight home, completed her homework, read a book, had dinner with him, and repeated the exact same routine the next day.

what unsettled him the most wasn't that she was alone.

it was that she seemed completely content with it.

one afternoon, he picked her up from school earlier than usual.

he leaned casually against a nearby wall while students streamed out of the building in loud groups, already making plans for the weekend. eventually, he spotted her.

she walked with her backpack slung over one shoulder and headphones resting over her ears. a few classmates smiled politely or waved as they passed.

she nodded back.

they continued talking to each other.

she continued walking home alone.

not once did she hesitate.

not once did she look back.

that evening, after dinner, dazai knocked gently on her bedroom door.

"come in."

she was sitting at her desk with a textbook open in front of her, pencil moving steadily across the page.

he walked in and sat on the edge of her bed.

"i've decided to conduct a very serious investigation."

she glanced up with a small smile.

"...about what?"

"my daughter."

"...you're acting weird."

"that's because i'm worried."

the smile disappeared from her face almost immediately.

"why?"

he hesitated for a second before asking quietly,

"...do you have friends?"

she blinked.

"...not really."

"not really?"

she shrugged as if it wasn't worth discussing.

"i know everyone."

"that's not what i asked."

another shrug.

"...i just don't really talk to people."

"why not?"

she looked genuinely confused by the question.

"...because i don't need to."

he stared at her.

"...you don't?"

she shook her head.

"i'm fine."

"don't you ever get lonely?"

"not really."

"you've never wanted someone to hang out with?"

"...why would i?"

her answer came so naturally that it hurt him more than if she'd broken down crying.

she wasn't hiding anything.

she truly couldn't understand why he was asking.

"i go to school," she explained simply.

he nodded.

"i study."

another nod.

"then i come home."

"..."

"i spend time with you."

she smiled softly.

"...that's enough."

his heart tightened painfully.

the next words slipped out before he could stop them.

"...what if i'm not here someday?"

her smile vanished.

"...you will."

"but what if i'm not?"

she looked down at her hands for a long moment.

"...then i'll still have school."

he stayed silent.

"...and homework."

still nothing.

"...and books."

she forced a tiny smile.

"...i'll be okay."

she sounded so certain.

as if she'd already prepared herself for that possibility years ago.

"...who taught you that?"

she frowned.

"taught me what?"

"that you only need yourself."

she was quiet for several long seconds before answering.

"...nobody."

he waited patiently.

"...it just seems easier."

there it was.

finally.

"people leave," she said softly.

"friends move away."

"they stop talking."

"they get busy."

she picked absentmindedly at the sleeve of her sweater.

"...so i figured... why bother getting attached?"

"..."

"it's less work."

those two words hit him harder than he expected.

because he recognized them.

they sounded frighteningly familiar.

he'd spent years convincing himself of the exact same thing.

and somewhere along the way...

his daughter had learned it simply by watching him.

he moved closer until he was sitting beside her.

"...look at me."

she slowly lifted her eyes.

"when i was younger," he began quietly, "i thought exactly the same way."

she looked surprised.

"...really?"

he nodded.

"i convinced myself i didn't need anybody. i thought if i never let people get close to me... then they couldn't hurt me."

he let out a small laugh.

"and you know what?"

"...what?"

"it worked."

"..."

"for a little while."

his smile grew softer.

"...until i realized that being alone and feeling safe aren't the same thing."

he gently tapped the center of her forehead with one finger.

"having people around isn't about depending on them every second."

"..."

"it's about having someone who notices when you're missing."

"..."

"someone who laughs because you're there."

"..."

"someone who's happy to hear your voice."

her fingers tightened around the blanket in her lap.

"...that sounds nice."

his chest ached.

"...it really is."

"i'm not asking you to become the loudest or most outgoing person in your class."

"okay."

"you don't need twenty friends."

"...okay."

"but..."

he carefully reached over and held her hand.

"...don't convince yourself that you deserve none."

for the first time since they'd started talking...

she looked uncertain.

"...i never thought about it like that."

"...i know."

after a long silence, she spoke again.

"...dad?"

"hm?"

"...if i wanted to try..."

she hesitated.

"...would that be weird?"

his smile this time was small, genuine, and filled with pride.

"...not weird at all."

nothing changed overnight.

she still loved quiet afternoons with her books. she still preferred staying home over crowded places. she still wasn't the type to talk to everyone she met.

but little by little... she started sitting beside the same girl during lunch.

she accepted an invitation to study together after school.

she even let someone walk home with her.

small things, tiny steps.

but they meant everything.

a few months later, dazai came home from work and immediately noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes sitting neatly by the front door.

he froze.

"...there's an intruder."

from the living room, her voice called back.

"dad."

"...yes?"

"...this is my friend."

he blinked.

"...friend?"

she sighed dramatically.

"...please don't make this weird."

his eyes immediately filled with tears.

"my daughter has a friend!"

"...dad."

"she willingly invited another human being into our house!"

"...dad."

"this is the happiest day of my life!"

she buried her face in her hands while her friend tried, and failed not to laugh.

"...is he always like this?" her friend whispered.

"...unfortunately."

before either girl could react, dazai wrapped both of them in the biggest hug he could manage, grinning so brightly it almost hurt.

he knew one friend wouldn't magically change everything.

and that was never the point.

the point was that his daughter had finally started believing something he wished he'd learned much sooner.

that letting people into your life wasn't a weakness.

sometimes... it was the bravest thing you could ever do.

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his grin widened.

that should've been your warning.

before you could react, three more balloons came flying out from behind him.

"WAIT-"

splaaash!

you shrieked as cold water soaked your shirt.

"SHOYO!"

hinata doubled over laughing so hard he nearly dropped the rest of his ammunition.

"YOUR FACE!"

you immediately scooped up a water balloon and launched it directly at him.

it hit his shoulder.

his jaw dropped.

"you did not just do that."

the next thirty minutes turned into absolute chaos.

both of you sprinted around the yard, slipping on wet grass, missing half your throws because you were laughing too hard.

at one point, hinata accidentally hit himself when a balloon bounced off a wall.

you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

eventually the two of you collapsed onto the grass, completely soaked.

hinata rolled onto his side and smiled at you.

"you're really competitive, huh?"

"you started a war."

"worth it."

꒰ yu nishinoya ꒱

nishinoya treated a water balloon fight like it was an olympic sport.

he showed up with goggles.

goggles.

"noya, why are you dressed like you're going into battle?"

"because i am."

you should've gone home right then.

the moment the fight started, he became impossible to hit.

he dodged everything.

ducked.

jumped.

spun.

somehow managed to catch one of your balloons midair.

"WHAT?!"

"too slow!"

he launched it back.

direct hit.

you stared at him in betrayal.

he pointed dramatically.

"victory belongs to the strongest!"

"you're insane."

"thank you."

eventually you got tired of playing fair.

while he was busy celebrating another successful dodge, you quietly walked behind him.

and dumped an entire bucket of water over his head.

silence.

nishinoya stood frozen.

dripping.

you started running immediately.

"GET BACK HERE!"

his laughter echoed through the entire neighborhood as he chased you.

꒰ tetsuro kuroo ꒱

kuroo was a cheater.

a shameless cheater.

you knew this.

you expected this.

yet somehow he still managed to trick you.

"truce?" he asked, holding out a hand.

you eyed him suspiciously.

"truce."

"promise?"

"promise."

you slowly shook his hand.

and immediately felt something cold burst against your wrist.

you looked down.

a tiny water balloon hidden in his palm.

"..."

"..."

"tetsuro."

he was already laughing.

you tackled him.

both of you crashed into the grass while trying to grab the remaining balloons.

"you're the worst."

"but i'm winning."

"you're literally lying."

"it's called strategy."

you finally managed to steal a balloon and smash it against his chest.

his shirt became soaked instantly.

his eyes widened.

"okay."

you took a step back.

"kuroo-"

"okay, now it's personal."

you spent the next ten minutes getting relentlessly targeted.

worth it.

especially when you caught him smiling every time you laughed.

꒰ toru oikawa ꒱

oikawa spent more time complaining than actually playing.

"baby, that's cold!"

"that's the point!"

another balloon exploded against his arm.

he gasped dramatically.

"You've wounded me."

"you're literally fine."

"i may never recover."

despite all his complaining, he kept sneaking up behind you and attacking when you weren't looking.

every single time.

"TOORU!"

"all is fair in love and water warfare."

"that's not a thing."

"it is now."

the fight quickly turned into both of you trying to ambush each other.

except oikawa was terrible at hiding.

you could always hear him giggling before he attacked.

every.

single.

time.

eventually he attempted one final sneak attack.

you turned around at the last second.

his water balloon slipped from his hand.

and exploded directly on him.

silence.

you stared.

he stared.

then you burst out laughing.

oikawa pouted.

"you're supposed to be on my side."

you walked over and kissed his cheek.

"i am."

"...okay, maybe getting soaked wasn't that bad."

and somehow he still considered that a victory.

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then you turn your head toward him, and stare.

properly stare, like you’ve been waiting.

chuuya pauses mid-step.

“…what the hell.”

you don’t respond. you just float there, tail slowly moving through the water, expression unreadable in that eerie, too-calm way that makes him uncomfortable for exactly three seconds before he notices something else.

you look lonely.

not dangerous.

just… sad.

the next day, he comes back.

you’re in the same spot.

but this time, when he approaches the glass, you follow him with your eyes.

“you’re not exactly making this job normal,” he mutters under his breath.

you tilt your head slightly.

then press your hand against the glass.

chuuya stares at it for a moment longer than he means to.

“…yeah, hi to you too.”

you blink.

and then, very slowly, your mouth curves like you’re trying to mimic the idea of a smile.

that’s the moment it starts going wrong for him.

by the end of the week, he’s your favorite person in the building.

not that he admits it.

he just shows up earlier than his shift, stays later than he’s supposed to, and starts ignoring the other exhibits entirely.

you learn things in fragments.

you like shiny objects.

you don’t like being alone for too long.

you can understand him even when he’s just talking to himself while cleaning the glass.

and somehow, you start responding more.

small gestures at first.

then deliberate ones.

then expectations.

“no,” chuuya says flatly, looking at the fork in your hands through the feeding hatch.

you press it against your wet hair.

he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“that is not a hairbrush.”

you blink at him.

then continue anyway.

he sighs.

“…you’re unbelievable.”

still, he comes back the next day with an actual brush.

you look offended.

then delighted.

you start making “requests.”

some normal. some not.

you want different fish in your tank.

you want music sometimes.

you once tried to steal a decorative shell from a display tank and got very upset when he stopped you.

“you can’t just take things,” he tells you.

you stare at him.

then slowly point at him instead.

“…that is not the same thing.”

you ignore him.

he knows you understand him perfectly.

which makes it worse, and better.

he becomes your routine, and you become his.

he talks to you like you’re a person long before anyone else in the aquarium does.

you start waiting at the glass when he’s late.

you stop eating when he doesn’t come by.

which is how he finds out you were never really “fed” properly.

and how he ends up making sure you are.

even when it means arguing with management.

even when it means staying longer.

“you can’t just keep bringing her new fish,” someone tells him.

he shrugs.

“…she asked.”

but the problem starts when he realizes something he doesn’t want to admit.

you don’t belong here.

not in a tank.

not behind glass.

not under lights that flicker like fake stars.

you belong somewhere that doesn’t have walls.

he sees it the night you press your hand against the glass longer than usual, not playing, not curious- just… still.

watching the dark ocean-themed backdrop like it’s a memory you can’t reach.

and chuuya understands.

on the last night of summer, the aquarium is closed.

no staff. no visitors.

just him, and you.

he stands in front of your tank for a long time without speaking.

you already know.

you always do.

“…i can’t keep pretending this is okay,” he says quietly.

you press your palm against the glass.

he mirrors it.

for once, there’s no teasing.

no frustration.

just quiet understanding sitting between you.

“you’re gonna hate me for this,” he mutters.

you shake your head.

slow. certain.

it takes him hours.

alarms blaring in the distance.

water systems shifting.

his hands shaking just slightly as he overrides locks he absolutely shouldn’t be touching.

but when the tank finally opens, water spilling into prepared channels that lead back to the ocean, you don’t hesitate.

you look at him one last time, and he thinks you might leave.

you don’t, you glide forward instead.

closer.

until your hands are on his shoulders through the opening edge, and he’s leaning in before he can stop himself.

the kiss is soft.

cold saltwater and shaking breath.

and when you pull back, your forehead rests briefly against his.

then you’re gone.

into the dark water, back where you’re supposed to be.

chuuya doesn’t talk for a long time after that. he just stands there watching the empty tank.

feeling like something in him was taken apart and never put back correctly.

a year passes.

he tells himself it was just a summer job.

just a strange experience.

just something that doesn’t mean anything anymore, but every time he passes the ocean, he looks anyway.

until he sees you, on the beach.

not in water.

standing. barefoot. hair longer.

laughing softly like you belong to the wind now instead of the glass.

and in your arms, a small baby.

wrapped in cloth, sleeping peacefully against your chest.

chuuya stops walking so fast it almost hurts.

“…what.”

you look up.

and smile like you’ve been waiting too.

“you came back.”

he can’t even respond properly. his brain refuses.

he just stares at the baby.

then at you.

then back at the baby.

“…what is that.”

you tilt your head.

“ours.”

he chokes.

“ours-”

you nod calmly, like this is the most normal sentence in the world.

“a kiss is how mermaids have babies.”

silence. long. absolute.

chuuya slowly drags a hand down his face.

“…i’m going to need you to explain literally everything you just said.”

you smile again, softer this time.

and step closer.

the baby sleeps peacefully between you both as the ocean behind you moves gently, like it never forgot either of you.

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