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About Me - Ella || Sixteen || She / Her || Multi-fandom based content.

Hii, I'm Ella! I'm currently a high school student so my uploads are inconstant however, I try to at least post once every two days if possible. I'm really into blue lock but I have many other anime's I like and may expand on in the future on this account!

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Requests are open! .✦ ݁˖

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WARNINGS & IMPORTANT

While I'm not against NSFW I'd prefer it not to be requested as I don't usually write that kind of stuff! Thank you.

No Racism, Homophobia, or any other derogatory umbrellas allowed.

Please do not request anything with RAPE, INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, OR SELF-CEST

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It was late—too late.

Ness didn’t know why he did it. Well…that wasn’t entirely true. He did know.

He missed you. He wasn’t afraid to admit that—nor was he afraid to send you a text.

Or many, many of them…

It annoyed you. A lot. You didn’t want to date—it wasn’t your thing. And you especially didn’t want to date Ness.

He was clingy. Not in a cute way. It was in an obsessive way that honestly…kinda weirded you out.

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The night you broke up with him, he begged.

“Please, Meine Liebe, don’t do this! Es tut mir leid, ich schwöre, ich werde alles tun.” (I’m sorry, I swear I’ll do anything.)

His words tripped over each other, a rushed mix of English and German as his voice cracked.

He looked absolutely pathetic. Which was exactly why you ended things. You didn’t like the idea that he was dependent on you and only you.

But yet…here you were.

Standing outside his door after reading yet another one of his messages.

Your hand hovered for a second before you knocked. The sound was hesitant, like if you didn’t even know if it was the right choice.

It wasn’t even a full minute before the door swung open. Ness stood there, eyes wide as he stared down at you—like you’d disappear if he blinked.

“Y-you actually came…?” he mumbled, almost disbelieving.

You frowned, already irritated.

“I mean, I’m standing here, aren’t I? Look, can you just get to the point? It’s late and I wanna go ho—”

“Please—!” he cut you off quickly. “Just give me a minute, Meine Liebe.” He stepped aside immediately, letting you in like he was afraid you’d change your mind.

The door clicked shut behind you. You barely had time to turn around before his hands were on your waist.

Tight and desperate; a touch you never felt from him before.

“I missed you…” he admitted softly, his voice quieter now—almost fragile.

“…I shouldn’t be here.” You avoided his gaze.

The shift was instant.

His grip tightened without him realizing.

“Please,” he whispered, stepping closer—closing what little space remained between you. “…How can I make you see that I’m the one for you?”

“Ness—”

“Y/N.”

The way he said your name…it was worse than begging. “Can I…please be your man…just for tonight?”

“I told you this isn’t a good idea.”

You had to repeat it.

Because you knew yourself…and if he kept looking at you like that…you’d cave.

You always did.

However, something in him snapped after hearing your denial once again. It wasn’t just missing you anymore.

He needed you.

And just like that, whatever pride he had left crumbled.

He dropped to his knees in an instant. Hands gripping your hips as he looked up at you—completely, utterly ruined.

“Hübsches Mädchen…” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “…can I sleep with you tonight?”

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That was it.

Your resolve shattered.

You grabbed his collar, yanking him up before pulling him into you—your lips crashing against his.

He melted instantly from your touch.

A quiet, needy moan left him as he kissed you back like he’d been starving.

Your movements grew rushed—frantic even as you pulled him closer like you couldn’t get enough.

“I—I missed your touch…” Ness breathed between kisses.

He guided you to the couch, sitting down as you straddled him, both of you pausing for a split second just to breathe.

“…Just for tonight,” you commanded, though even you didn’t sound convinced.

“Just for tonight,” he echoed, like a promise he had no intention of keeping.

Then just like that…he pulled you back in.

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The hours blurred together.

The room filled with quiet gasps, messy kisses, and whispered words that meant far more than they should’ve.

Ness clung to you like you were something he’d lose all over again.

“I missed you…”

“I need you…”

“I’ll be better, I swear…”

And you?

You knew this was a mistake. You knew deep down that this was a bad idea—that you’d just end up hurting both of you again.

But you stayed anyway.

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By the time everything settled, the two of you had moved to his bedroom.

The silence felt heavier now.

Ness laid against you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat like it was the only thing grounding him.

“I want to stay like this forever, Meine Liebe…” he mumbled, voice soft with sleep.

You didn’t respond, you just stared at the ceiling…because you already knew how this would end.

Morning would come.

You’d leave.

And somehow—

No matter how many times you told yourself you wouldn’t…

You’d always find your way back to his door.

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Ness shifted slightly against you, his fingers absentmindedly tightening in the fabric of your shirt, as if even in his half-asleep state, he was afraid you’d disappear.

“…You won’t leave this time, right?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

The question was quiet.

Fragile even. Treading a territory you both knew shouldn’t be crossed.

Your chest tightened at his question. Hurting somewhere that was too personal.

But you stayed silent.

Because answering meant lying, and not answering? That would just hurt him more, and you knew that.

You always knew exactly what you were doing to him…

“…Meine Liebe?” he pressed softly, tilting his head just enough to look up at you.

There was something hopeful in his eyes.

Something that shouldn’t have been there anymore.

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Your hand moved before you could think—fingers brushing lightly through his hair.

A gentle gesture.

One that meant everything to him.

And nothing to you.

“…Go to sleep, Ness.” you whispered, trying to mask your expression—as you knew that would show your true feelings.

Though to Ness, your words were just enough for him.

It always was.

His expression softened immediately, like he’d been given exactly what he wanted…like he didn’t need an answer—as long as you were still here.

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He settled back against you, breathing evening out within minutes.

Completely at ease.

Completely unaware.

You, on the other hand, stayed awake. Listening, thinking, waiting. Every thought and scenario playing inside your head

Because deep down—

You already knew what tomorrow would look like.

The quiet shuffle as you got dressed, his sleepy voice asking you to stay, your half-hearted excuses and the door closing behind you.

And then hours later.

Your phone lighting up.

Again.

And again.

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You exhaled slowly, eyes finally slipping shut as you let your own body relax. Just for a moment.

Just for tonight.

Because you knew no matter how many times this ended, it never truly did.

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Rin Itoshi

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It happened before you could prevent it. One day, you walked home in the rain just a little too slowly—the next morning, you were bedridden.

It annoyed Rin. He had things to do, and soccer practice couldn’t wait. He’d mutter things under his breath like, “You seriously couldn’t take better care of yourself…?” Yet despite that, he’d still be standing at your bedside—holding out your medicine because, apparently, you’d “spill it if you did it yourself.”

Even if his exterior screamed that he didn’t care—that you were “too irritating” to deal with while sick—he never actually left.

He lingered quietly.

Checking your temperature while you slept, bringing you warm broth ramen—claiming it’d help you recover faster, tucking the blanket tighter around you when you shifted in your sleep…

And if you called him out on it?

He’d deny it instantly, a sharp scowl pulling at his lips—though the faint blush at the tips of his ears said more than enough.

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Isagi Yoichi

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The moment Yoichi found out you were sick, he rushed to your house without a second thought—arms full of anything he thought you might need.

Isagi was incredibly attentive, taking care of you the same way his parents had taken care of him growing up. He’d gently remind you, “You need to rest so you can actually get better,” or sigh softly with, “C’mon, Y/N… you know I could’ve gotten that for you,” whenever you tried to get up on your own.

If you started feeling even a little better, he’d insist you stay in bed. “It’s better for your immune system,” he’d say…In reality, he just wanted an excuse to stay by your side a little longer.

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Reo Mikage

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The moment you so much as sniffled around him, Reo was already on the phone—ordering a room to be prepared for you in one of his many spare bedrooms.

Reo cared deeply about you—arguably even more than he did Nagi—and the second he realized you were sick, he went into full action mode. To him, this was a big deal.

Everything had to be perfect.

Your foot hurt? He’d already called the best massage therapist he knew, you sneezed once too many times? Suddenly, there were multiple boxes of tissues lined neatly beside your bed, too cold? The room temperature was adjusted immediately.

He didn’t miss a thing.

Even after you recovered, Reo would continue to pamper you—partly because he didn’t want you getting sick again…

…and partly because taking care of you was something he genuinely loved doing.

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Nagi Seishiro

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If he were being honest…Nagi thought it was a hassle. He already hated putting in effort—and now you were sick?

Still…you always took care of him. So, reluctantly, he returned the favor.

Nagi would settle beside you without much complaint, lazily pulling you closer as he rested against you. “You’re warm… it’s comfortable,” he’d mumble, shifting slightly closer.

Was the boy even aware you had a fever?

Even so, if things got serious, Nagi would step up.

Slowly.

He’d bring you soup, remind you to take your medicine, and make sure you were at least somewhat comfortable before returning to his game.

Though…you didn’t need to know how often his eyes drifted back to you—quietly checking if you were okay.

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Barou Shoei

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The fact that you got sick genuinely baffled him.

How? When he was this clean?

The moment your text—“I’m sick”—came through, Barou’s expression twisted into a deep scowl. He wasn’t mad at you, exactly…more like irritated at what he considered your “lack of hygiene.”

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Barou went completely overboard.

Mask? Check.

Gloves? Obviously.

Disinfectant spray? Always in hand.

It was practically a full PPE setup.

Even with his excessive precautions, Barou made sure you were properly taken care of—whether it was bringing you food, keeping your space spotless, or making sure you rested.

And even after you got better? The precautions didn’t stop. For at least a month, he stayed just as cautious, brushing it off as “standard procedure.”

Yet somehow…he always found himself lingering near you anyway

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Meguru Bachira

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The moment Bachira found out you were sick…he didn’t even hesitate.

He showed up. Unannounced. Uninvited. Completely unbothered. “Y/N! I heard you’re sick!” he’d chirp, already making himself comfortable in your space like he belonged there—because at least in his mind he did..

Bachira wasn’t the most organized caretaker—but he made up for it in energy. He’d sit way too close, resting his chin on your shoulder or laying half on top of you while poking your cheek. “You feel warmer than usual…” he’d hum, completely fascinated rather than concerned.

If you complained, he’d just grin.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep you company so you don’t get lonely!”

Despite his playful behavior, Bachira did take care of you—just in his own way. He’d bring you snacks…even if they weren’t always what you needed, attempt to help with your medicine, and ramble on about anything and everything to keep your mind off feeling sick.

And if you looked even a little too tired?

He’d quiet down.

Just slightly.

Resting beside you, fingers loosely intertwined with yours, he’d mumble,

“Don’t worry… I’ll stay right here.”

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Michael Kaiser

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When Kaiser found out you were sick…he didn’t panic.

He judged.

“You got sick? How unfortunate,” he’d sigh, brushing his hair back with mild annoyance—as if your illness was an inconvenience to him.

But don’t get it twisted…He still showed up.

Kaiser wasn’t the type to fuss over you openly—but everything he did was…intentional.

Your favorite drink? Already placed beside you, medicine? Set out before you even asked, room? Suspiciously cleaner than before.

“You should feel honored,” he’d smirk, crossing his arms. “I don’t just take care of anyone like this.”

He’d sit nearby, not too close—but not far enough to ignore you either. Occasionally glancing your way, making sure you were actually resting.

If you tried to get up? A sharp click of his tongue. “Sit. You look pathetic,” he’d mutter—yet gently push you back down onto the bed anyway.

And if you dared thank him?

He’d scoff. “Don’t misunderstand. I just don’t want you getting worse.”

…Yet he never left. Not until you were fully better—and even then, he lingered just a little longer than necessary…

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Author Note: Hi! I decided I wanted to try something new with the whole “mini” oneshot deal, if this does well then I’ll make more…

Every year was the same. On your birthday, there’d be some kind of small celebration—whether it was with friends or family. But this year was different. This year, you had a boyfriend to celebrate with—which made it all the more confusing when it seemed like he forgot…

It shouldn’t have mattered that much.

"He’s probably just busy with soccer… " you tried to reassure yourself…But as the morning dragged on—with no “good morning,” no birthday text, nothing—you couldn’t help the sinking feeling settling in your chest.

Maybe… it did matter more than you thought.

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Unbeknownst to you, Isagi was currently standing in his kitchen—

—and absolutely destroying it.

Flour dusted the counters, the floor, and more of him than anything else. He stared down at the bowl in front of him, brows furrowed as he analyzed the batter like it was some kind of high-stakes match.

It looked… wrong.

Too clumpy.

Too thick.

Too—

“…There’s no way this is right,” he muttered, glancing between the cookbook and the bowl like he was trying to piece together a strategy mid-game.

Isagi was a pretty well-rounded person. He excelled at soccer, kept decent grades—

—but baking?

He was completely out of his depth.

Still, he knew it was your birthday.

And he knew he wanted to do something special.

So he decided to make you a homemade cake—your favorite flavor, no less. Which, unfortunately, was not something simple like vanilla.

“…Why couldn’t it be something easier…?” he mumbled under his breath.

He hesitated, eyes narrowing slightly as he reread the recipe.

“Baking powder… baking soda…” he murmured, tapping the page.

“…They’re basically the same thing, right?”

They were not.

But he used it anyway…

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The result?

A disaster.

The cake that came out of the oven was nothing like the soft, fluffy texture he’d envisioned. Instead, it crumbled apart the second he tried to cut into it.

Still, determined, he took a bite.

Immediately, his face twisted.

“…Why does it taste metallic?!” he choked, quickly spitting it out and grabbing water.

Another failure.

Another cake tossed.

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By now, the kitchen looked like a battlefield—failed attempts littered the trash, batter smeared the counters, flour coated nearly every surface.

And Isagi?

He looked just as bad—flour in his hair, batter on his shirt, exhaustion written all over his face.

“This is impossible…” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

For a moment, he considered giving up.

Just buying something instead.

Something easier.

Something safe.

…

No.

His gaze hardened slightly.

That wouldn’t feel right.

Not for you.

Rolling up his sleeves, he exhaled sharply.

“Alright… one more try.”

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Two hours later…

He had something…

It wasn’t perfect—far from it. The cake leaned slightly to one side, the frosting uneven and messily spread.

But it held together.

And most importantly—

It was edible.

Isagi stared down at it, a small, proud smile forming on his lips.

“…I did it.”

Without thinking, he grabbed his phone and clicked on your contact.

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ISAGI: come over today?

Y/N: alright, I’ll be there soon

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The moment he sent it, panic kicked in.

“Wait—”

He looked around.

The kitchen was still a mess.

You were coming over.

Right now.

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Meanwhile, you were already on your way—still a little upset, still convinced he had forgotten—When you reached his apartment, you let yourself in with the spare key he’d given you weeks ago.

"You’re welcome anytime,” he had said.

Your chest tightened slightly at the memory—but you shook it off.

You were still mad.

…Right?

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You opened the door.

And froze.

There stood Isagi in the middle of his living room—midway through pulling his shirt over his head.

His eyes widened the second he saw you.

Your gaze shifted past him—

—to the kitchen.

Flour.

Batter.

A complete mess.

And sitting on the counter…

A very… questionable-looking cake…

“…Oh,” you breathed.

Everything clicked at once.

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Isagi quickly fixed his shirt, walking over with an awkward, sheepish smile. His hands gently found your waist, hesitant—like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he said softly.

“I wanted to surprise you with a cake, but… it didn’t really turn out how I planned.” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away.

“I tried, though.”

Your vision blurred, tears welled up before you could stop them. Seeing this, his expression immediately dropped into panic, his voice now a worried quiver.

“W-wait—why are you crying?!” he rushed out, hands hovering like he didn’t know what to do.

“I know it’s not great," he continued, blabbering a mile-a-minute to try to fix the situation. "—but I can fix it! I’ll just—”

“Isagi.”

He stopped.

You laughed weakly through your tears—causing his own panicked expression to puzzle at the sight.

“This is the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.” You state softly, cheeks flushed a soft pink.

He blinked, mouth now slightly agape before finally responding.

“…Seriously?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wiping your eyes.

“I thought you forgot about me.” You admit shyly, moving your gaze to avoid his own—locking eyes with your shoes below.

His eyes widened.

“Forgot?” he repeated, stepping closer. Gently, he lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“I’d never forget your birthday,” he said firmly.

“Not in a million years.”

Your chest tightened—in a good way this time. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you…” you mumbled against his chest.

For a second, he froze.

Then slowly, he hugged you back—his grip just a little tighter than usual.

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The rest of the day passed in a way that felt… easy.

You and Isagi ended up cleaning the kitchen together, though it quickly dissolved into quiet laughter and playful complaints—mostly directed at his very questionable baking decisions.

“Baking soda and baking powder are not the same thing,” you teased, wiping flour off the counter.

“I figured that out,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The hard way.”

By the time everything was finally clean, the sun had already begun to dip lower in the sky, painting the room in warm shades of gold.

You sat side by side, plates in hand, staring down at the slightly lopsided cake.

“…It doesn’t look that bad,” you said.

“It’s literally leaning,” he replied flatly.

“…Adds character.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh.

Carefully, you took a bite. It wasn’t perfect—the texture a little off, the flavor not quite right—but…

“It’s good,” you said, smiling softly.

He looked at you, clearly unconvinced.

“You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not,” you insisted. “It’s good because you made it.”

That seemed to catch him off guard.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything—just watched you like he was trying to fully understand what you meant. Until finally, he spoke up—his gaze locked with your own.

“…Next year,” he started, quieter this time, “I’ll do better.”

You shook your head, leaning gently against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to.”

There was a pause.

“…But I want to,” he admitted.

Your fingers brushed against his, before slowly intertwining with them—a smile forming across your face.

“Then I’ll be looking forward to it.”

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The room fell into a comfortable silence after that—one filled with warmth rather than words.

It wasn’t the kind of birthday you had imagined when you first woke up that morning.

It was messier. Unexpected. A little imperfect.

But as you sat there beside him, hand in hand, soft laughter still lingering in the air…You realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing.

Because in the end, it wasn’t about how the day started—

It was about who you got to spend it with.

And that alone made it unforgettable.

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Note: I hope you guys enjoy this one, I don’t really write much stuff for characters besides Rin and Ness so I hope my Sae is the most accurate as it can be 😭😭 no cute intro this time….they take too long.

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Hated was an understatement—Sae Itoshi did not like spring. Easter—blooming flowers—pastel colors—whatever else the season had to offer; it all irritated him. It was childish, really. The season itself had never done anything to him. It was just…associated with bunnies.

And unfortunately for him, “Bunny” was the name of the man who ruined everything.

Bunny Iglesias.

The striker who crushed his dream. The one who made him abandon the very position he once loved. The one who changed his life entirely.

So yes—Sae hated spring.

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Sae never talked about it.

Not to his teammates. Not to the media.

And definitely not to you.

So when you first met him and when you started dating him—you had no idea. No clue why his mood dipped slightly when winter melted into spring. No understanding of why something as harmless as a rabbit motif made his jaw tighten ever so slightly.

To you, he was just…Sae.

Blunt. Quiet. A little cold.

You didn’t realize there was something deeper buried underneath.

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You, however, loved it. Spring.

It was your favorite season by far. The soft breeze, the warmth that wasn’t suffocating, the flowers blooming in every direction—it all felt alive. And don’t even get you started on the kids at the park, running around with baskets, laughing as they hunted for colorful eggs.

It made your heart swell every time.

Which is exactly why you were so utterly baffled.

“The season is cute, Sae! How do you hate it?” you exclaimed, hands thrown up in disbelief.

“It’s boring,” he replied flatly, not even sparing you a glance. “Too humid. And the pollen’s annoying.”

You stared at him, jaw slightly slack.

“…You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Oh, this was going to be a challenge.

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For the next week, you made it your mission to change his mind..

First, you went the soft route.

A picnic date!

You picked out the perfect spot at a nearby park—flowers blooming, sunlight filtering through the trees, a gentle breeze brushing against your skin. It was straight out of a romance movie.

Sae, however, looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Are you done setting this up?” he muttered, rubbing his nose.

You shot him a look. “Can you at least try to enjoy this?”

“I am trying,” he said—right before sneezing. Again.

And again.

“…Bless you,” you sighed for the fifth time.

“This is exactly what I meant,” he grumbled, grabbing a napkin. “Spring is just suffering disguised as scenery.”

Despite your best efforts, the date ended early—with Sae complaining and you pouting the entire walk home.

Plan B: seduction.

If he wouldn’t love spring, maybe you could make him like it…

Or at the very least…associate it with something he couldn’t ignore—so, you showed up at his place wearing a soft, form-fitting outfit…paired with a set of fluffy bunny ears.

You leaned against the doorframe when he opened it, giving him your best teasing smile.

“Well?” you hummed. “What do you think?”

Sae blinked.

Once.

Twice.

His gaze lingered—starting from your face…then very obviously dipping lower before snapping back up.

“…Take those off.”

“What? You don’t like them?” you teased, stepping inside without being invited.

“They’re annoying.”

You turned slightly, letting the fabric shift just enough to catch his attention again.

“…Your ears are literally red.”

“They’re not.”

“They are.”

“They’re not.”

You stepped closer—close enough to feel the faint warmth coming off him.

“C’mon, Sae… don’t tell me you hate this part of spring too.”

“I do.”

“…Liar.”

His hand moved fast—grabbing your wrist mid-motion when you reached up to…attempt to grab hold of him.

“…Stop messing with me.”

But his grip lingered.

And the way his gaze flickered—just slightly—gave him away.

You smiled, softer this time.

“Oh… so you don’t hate it.”

“…I didn’t say that.”

…

Plan B…again?

Because you were stubborn.

And maybe just a little too confident.

Later that night, you tried again. No grand entrance this time—just casually sprawled across his couch when he walked back in.

Still in the outfit.

Still wearing the ears.

Sae froze.

“…You’re still wearing that?”

You glanced up at him, stretching slightly like it was completely normal. “Mhm.”

“…Why.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “You didn’t tell me to take it off.”

“I told you it was annoying.”

“And yet,” you said, patting the spot next to you, “you’re still staring.”

He clicked his tongue—but walked over anyway.

“…This is a bad idea.”

“Sit.”

“…You’re bossy.”

“And you like it.”

“…Not particularly.”

He sat.

Big mistake.

You shifted closer, your knee brushing against his thigh—close enough to make it obvious, subtle enough to pretend it wasn’t.

“See?” you murmured. “Not so bad.”

“…You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Mhm.”

“…You’re annoying.”

“And yet you haven’t moved.”

Silence.

You leaned in just slightly—testing, teasing…

And that’s when it happened.

“…You smell like artificial vanilla,” Sae said flatly.

You blinked.

“…What?”

“The outfit,” he continued, completely unbothered. “It smells weird.”

You stared at him.

“…Are you serious right now?”

“Yes.”

Your eye twitched.

All that effort.

All that confidence.

Gone.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re still wearing it.”

You immediately stood up. “I’m taking this off.”

“Good.”

“Not like that!” you snapped, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him.

He caught it effortlessly.

“…Idiot.”

You huffed, storming off toward the bathroom—ears still on your head bobbing back and fourth as you stomp. From the couch, Sae exhaled quietly, dragging a hand down his face.

“…Troublesome.”

But the faintest hint of red still lingered at the tips of his ears.

Still—

Plan B?

Failure.

Plan C…was not your proudest moment…

“You’re being ridiculous!” you snapped, arms crossed.

“And you’re being pushy,” Sae shot back instantly.

“I’m trying to help you enjoy something!”

“I didn’t ask you to!”

The argument escalated quicker than you expected.

And just like that—he was gone.

For a week.

Sure, he texted. Short replies. Dry responses. He claimed he was busy with soccer. Like he always did.

But you knew him better than that.

You sighed, flopping onto your bed.

“…Why is he so difficult?”

Then—

It hit you.

You shot up instantly.

“Wait…why didn’t I think of that before?!”

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By the time you reached Sae’s place, you were slightly out of breath. You knocked quickly, bouncing on your heels anxiously.

The door opened.

There he was—same calm expression, same half-lidded eyes.

“What do you wan—”

You didn’t let him finish.

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him along.

“Hey—what the hell? Y/N—where are we going?” he demanded, stumbling slightly before matching your pace.

“You’ll see!”

“Y/N—”

“No questions!”

“…You’re unbelievable.”

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Twenty minutes later, you finally stopped.

Sae looked ahead—and paused.

A soccer field.

“…You dragged me out here for this?” he asked, brows knitting slightly.

You suddenly felt nervous.

“I thought…” you started, fidgeting with your hands. “…we could try the picnic again. But…your way.”

He stayed silent.

So you continued.

“I don’t know why you hate spring,” you admitted softly. “And I won’t force you to tell me. But…I still want to make good memories with you during it.”

Your gaze dropped to the grass.

“So I figured…if you won’t like spring for what it is…maybe you can like it because of something you already love.”

There was a pause.

Then—

“…You’re an idiot.”

Your head snapped up. “Excuse me?!”

Before you could argue, Sae stepped forward—pulling you into an embrace.

Your words died in your throat.

“…But thank you,” he murmured quietly against your hair.

Your eyes widened slightly before you relaxed into him.

“…You’re welcome,” you whispered back.

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The date wasn’t perfect.

Sae still complained about the weather. Still sneezed once or twice.

But this time—

He stayed.

You passed the ball back and forth, laughter slipping between you when you missed. At some point, he started actually trying—showing off just a little, his competitive edge peeking through.

“Focus,” he muttered when you got distracted watching him.

“Maybe I would if you weren’t showing off.”

“I’m not.”

“You literally just did a spin.”

“…It was necessary.”

“It was dramatic.”

“…You’re dramatic.”

You grinned.

And for once—

Sae didn’t look annoyed.

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Spring didn’t suddenly become his favorite season.

He still disliked the pollen. Still found the colors a bit much.

But slowly…his perspective shifted.

Because now—

Spring wasn’t about bunnies.

It wasn’t about the past.

It wasn’t about what he lost.

It was about you.

And maybe…that wasn’t so bad.

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Halloween—the greatest season of all time. Candy buckets filled to the brim, children running around in adorable costumes, and most importantly…parties.

It was your favorite time of the year. Every Halloween, you outdid yourself with your costumes—whether they were sexy, scary, or somewhere in between, you loved it all. And after nearly two months of begging, you finally convinced your boyfriend—Rin—to do a couples costume with you and come to Bachira’s annual Halloween party!

Rin liked Halloween too—don’t get it wrong. It was one of the many things you both shared. But for him, it wasn’t about costumes or parties. It was about staying inside, curled up on the couch, binge-watching horror movies like it was some kind of tradition. Every year, without fail.

Besides soccer, this was one of the few things he genuinely enjoyed.

But this year…he gave in.

With an annoyed sigh and a quiet, reluctant “…fine,” he let you drag him into your plans. Your face lit up as if he just handed you the entire world.

And now, here you were.

Standing by the door, slipping on your shoes as you got ready to leave. You had decided on matching soldier costumes this year—your outfit consisting of a cute fitted camouflage romper paired with matching accessories and boots. Rin, as expected, kept it simple with a standard camo uniform and hat.

Still, you thought you both looked perfect.

“We look so cute! I know everyone’s gonna love our costumes,” you squealed, zipping up your boot before grabbing your keys.

But the excitement didn’t last long.

The moment you opened the door, your smile dropped.

Rain poured heavily from the sky, hitting the ground in relentless sheets.

Seriously?

Right now?

You quickly shut the door, turning back to Rin—who was already looking at you with his usual unreadable expression.

“Looks like we can’t go after all…you got lucky,” you muttered, slipping off your shoes before making your way to the couch. You plopped down with a huff, crossing your arms as you curled into yourself.

Rin followed, clearly hiding a smirk as he sat beside you and pulled you gently against his side.

“That just means we can have a movie marathon this year,” he said simply.

You rolled your eyes. “…Fine.”

It’s not like you had much of a choice anyway.

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At your agreement, the corners of Rin’s lips lifted ever so slightly. He stood and walked over to the messy pile of DVDs in the corner of your shared living room, rummaging through them until he found something suitable.

A few minutes later, the movie was playing.

He returned to the couch, settling beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

The movie wasn’t that scary—at least not to him.

Rin remained completely unfazed, his warmth steady against you. But you…were a different story.

Every small jump scare had you inching closer to him, clinging just a little tighter each time—earning a faint, almost annoyed glance from him.

“…You’re gonna end up in my lap if you keep moving like that,” he muttered under his breath.

Another sharp noise from the TV made you flinch—proving his point.

He let out a quiet sigh but didn’t push you away.

Then—

Click.

Everything went dark.

The TV shut off. The lights died. Even the faint hum of the refrigerator disappeared.

“The power went out…” you murmured, squinting in the darkness as you tried to make out Rin’s silhouette beside you.

“It’s fine. It’ll come back on. I’ll go find a candle—”

BOOM!.

A flash of lightning split through the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder.

Your body reacted instantly.

Before you could even think, you had buried yourself into Rin’s chest, trembling.

Thunderstorms.

You hated them. The noise, the sudden flashes, the unpredictability—it didn’t matter what it was. They terrified you.

Rin glanced down at you, as much as he could in the darkness, and placed a hand on your back.

“It’s not that serious,” he muttered. “It’s just thunder.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled weakly, gripping onto him tighter before looking up at him, your expression shaken. “Please don’t get up…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He paused.

Rin didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand why something like this scared you so much.

But…you were his girlfriend.

And he wasn’t going to leave you like this.

With a quiet sigh, he stayed put.

Another clap of thunder echoed through the room, louder this time. You flinched, pressing yourself further into him.

Rin’s expression tightened—not out of irritation, but something closer to concern.

Without thinking, he pulled you in closer.

“Y/N…you’ll be fine,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “The storm will pass. The power will come back. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

He wasn’t good at this. Comforting wasn’t his thing.

But he was trying.

After a moment, an idea crossed his mind.

Reaching over, he grabbed his phone from the side table. The sudden brightness lit up the dark room, making him squint slightly as he searched for something.

The glow caught your attention.

“Rin, what are you—”

“Shut up.”

You frowned, about to snap back from him cutting you off—until he held the phone between you.

Your favorite movie.

“If you’re scared…just watch this or something,” he muttered. “So you stop whining.”

You blinked, surprised.

Then smiled.

“…Thanks, Rin. That actually means a lot.”

You nestled closer into him, focusing on the movie as it played from his phone. The storm still raged outside, thunder rumbling in the distance—but this time, it didn’t feel as overwhelming.

Eventually, without realizing it, you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

At some point in the night, the power flickered back on. The TV hummed to life, casting a dim glow across the room as the storm outside softened into a quiet drizzle.

Rin stirred slightly, blinking against the light before looking down at you.

You were still curled against him, your breathing steady, fingers loosely gripping onto his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

He clicked his tongue softly.

“…You’re such a hassle,” he muttered.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, his grip around you tightened—just slightly—as he leaned his head back against the couch.

Outside, the thunder had faded.

And for once, it didn’t feel so loud.

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END NOTES:

I really hope you guys enjoyed this!! This is my first finished one shot 🥹 I have a Sae x Reader in my notes brewing, but comment if you want more stuff like this

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Rin was a man of many talents, soccer being his most prized. Oh, how he valued soccer with his life—god it was the only thing the poor boy would think of. Eat, Sleep, Soccer, Repeat. That was his life and he had no plans of changing it—at least until his parents forced him to get a job.

Being sixteen and playing a sport added up over time… and his parents finally had enough of the expenses. "It will be good for you!—Teach you new skills" His parents would nag. Rin thought it was stupid—work? Where even was hiring this late in the year!? To his luck—or not, the local coffee shop was! So now here was Rin, apron tied around his lean but toned body as he begrudgingly makes coffee for 9 hours a day.

Today of all days was painfully slow; with the hours passing by like days. Rin kept busy though, cleaning coffee cups, taking orders and whatever else he could do to distract his mind. As he was wiping down one of the counters the door suddenly chimed—a new customer?

Well— they weren't exactly quiet. Before him, a girl walked in—her outfit loud with her cutesy style bashing with the dark waves of her hair—her makeup loud with pink blush coating her cheeks and lip gloss to match—but most importantly, she was loud. Bashfully unaware on the phone, the girl walks up to the ordering counter before hanging up.

"Hold on girl—I'm here now so I'll call you back!— Hey! Could I get an iced caramel strawberry latte? But hold the milk and make it almond instead, mmh?" She spoke a mile a minute, causing one of the veins in Rin's forehead to pop to his unknowing.

Sighing a little more dramatic than intended, Rin looks up from the cash register, his face already plastered with the same irritated scowl. "Uhm… You're gonna have to repeat that—I don't speak like I'm on crack."

That earns a giggle from the girl, though it was intended as an insult on his end…

"Oops! Sorry— I said can I get an iced caramel strawberry latte, but with almond milk…please!"

Rin writes the order onto a sticky note near by before punching in the total into the cash register. "It's 9.92." He states flatly.

"What? Last time I was here it was only 7—"

"It's 9.92." Rin cuts her off once more, his irritation growing by the second. The girl gives him a small glare before giving him the cash, muttering something under her breath about "Rude workers" before skipping off to the order pick up.

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Creator Note:

Hiii this is still a big WIP as I want it to be a relatively long one shot, I dunno If I’ll end up making it chapters or not but if I do then I’ll upload that on AO3 instead!! I js wanted to post it early to see if I should continue this in the first place! Just a little idea that I had brewing 😗