· ˚ moribibi ˚ ·

itoshi rin

rin does not find this funny. at all. 

you put your hand over his mouth the moment he leans in. 

the air temperature drops fifteen degrees. 

he slowly blinks. then looks at your hand. then at you. then back at your hand. 

"move." 

"no." 

rin looks like he's considering ending civilization. because why are you playing games right now? 

when you refuse again, he simply grabs your wrist and pulls it away. 

you immediately replace it with a pillow. now he's staring at the pillow. 

you can practically hear his internal monologue: are you serious. 

"it's my emotional support pillow." 

"i don't care." 

"it says it does." 

"you're not funny." 

he says this while actively fighting a smile. and that's how you know he's losing. 

eventually, he just grabs your jaw and turns your face toward him before kissing your cheek instead. 

which catches you completely off guard. you lower the pillow immediately. mistake. 

because the second your guard drops, he finally kisses you properly. 

afterward he looks annoyingly smug. like he wasn't just battling a throw pillow five seconds ago. 

"idiot." 

"you got outplayed by a cushion." 

"and yet i still won. so i don’t wanna hear it.” 

itoshi sae

sae's reaction is somehow worse. because he doesn't react. at all. 

you put your hand over his mouth. 

sae just stares. the expression remains completely unchanged. 

"..." 

"..." 

you start laughing first. because why is he looking at you like you're a mildly inconvenient… idk, traffic cone? 

"done?" he asks. 

"no." 

so then you upgrade. you grab your phone and hold it between your faces. 

sae actually sighs. like he's a tired father of six. then he casually takes the phone from your hand. locks it. puts it on the table. and returns. 

you grab a water bottle. he takes that, too. 

you grab a stuffed animal. gone. 

another object. gone. 

another. gone. 

at some point, it stops being about the kiss and becomes a competition. you are rapidly running out of household items. sae is rapidly running out of patience. 

finally, he catches both your hands before you can reach for anything else. 

"finished?" 

"maybe..." 

"good." 

then he tilts your chin up and kisses you. slow. completely unbothered. like this was always how things were going to end. 

afterward, he just goes back to whatever he was doing. 

meanwhile, you're sitting there offended. 

because why did it feel like he won a battle you didn't even realize you were losing? 

nagi seishiro

nagi almost falls asleep during the process. 

you cover his mouth with your hand. he blinks. 

"... why." 

"because." 

"that's not a reason…?” 

he genuinely sounds exhausted. like you've just assigned him homework. 

when he tries again, you shove a plushie between your faces. 

nagi stares at it. then pokes it. then pokes it again. 

"this bear hates me." 

"it does." 

"what did i do." 

"exist." 

he sighs dramatically. which is funny because he's the one doing all the work here. 

you keep replacing every attempt with a new obstacle. pillow. another plushie. book. blanket. at one point, you hold up an entire bag of chips. 

nagi is so tired. so incredibly tired. 

finally, he just flops forward. not for the kiss. just directly onto you. full body weight. 

"sei! moveee." 

"nuh uh." 

"you're crushing me." 

"remove obstacle." 

"never." 

so he stays there. annoyingly patient. until eventually your arms get tired. 

the second you lower them, this little menace immediately lifts his head and steals a kiss. 

then drops back onto you again. 

mission accomplished. back to sleep. 

mikage reo

reo takes this as a personal challenge. 

the second your hand blocks his kiss, his eyes light up. that's the look. the competitive look. 

"okay." 

"okay?" 

"okay." 

you already know this is about to become a problem. 

you block him with your hand. he dodges. 

you use a pillow. he goes around it. 

you use a blanket. he pulls it down. 

you use a book. he kisses the book. 

"reo." 

"i'm committed now." 

it gets worse. you grab random objects from around the room. reo is somehow treating this like an obstacle course. every successful dodge makes him more determined. every failed attempt makes him laugh harder. 

eventually, you're laughing too much to keep defending yourself properly. which is exactly what he was waiting for. because reo's actual strategy was never getting around the objects. it was making you laugh. 

he waits until you're doubled over giggling. then gently takes your face in both hands. 

"you done?" 

"unfortunately." 

"good." 

kiss. successful. victory. 

and this man absolutely celebrates. 

"YESSSS!!!!" 

"reo." 

"I WON!!!" 

"this wasn't a competition." 

"it sure as hell became one!" 

and somehow he's already texting nagi about it. 

bachira meguru

bachira thinks this is the funniest thing you've ever done. 

the moment your hand lands over his mouth, he starts laughing. which is a problem. because now he's laughing directly into your palm. 

"ew, megs, i can feel your gums." 

"you started it." 

he keeps trying to lean forward while you're actively pushing his face away. it's like trying to stop a golden retriever from greeting someone. he keeps coming back. 

you block him with a pillow. he peeks around one side. 

you move the pillow. he peeks around the other. 

you move again. he switches directions. 

the two of you end up spinning around the couch. 

eventually, he just grabs the pillow. 

"okay, but what if i kiss the pillow?" 

"that's… weird." 

"what if the pillow is you?" 

"that's… still weird." 

"what if you're the weird one?" 

"meguru." 

"yeah?" 

he's already smiling because he knows you're losing composure. 

that's his entire strategy. make you laugh until you forget what you're doing. 

and it works. because the second you start giggling, your grip loosens. 

bachira immediately swoops in. victory secured. his lips on yours. 

then this menace has the audacity to grin. 

"monster said that was cheating." 

"your monster is unemployed 👎" 

shidou ryusei

this goes horribly. 

come on, it’s shidou. a man who treats resistance like a challenge from the universe itself. 

your hand blocks his mouth. he pauses. his eyes widen. and then– 

"oh, so you wanna play that game, baby?" 

fahhh. 

the problem with shidou is that he genuinely enjoys chaos. you blocking him doesn't discourage him. it actively motivates him. 

you put a pillow between your faces. he gasps loudly. 

"ANOTHER OPPONENT." 

"it's a pillow." 

"NOT FOR LONG." 

you are laughing so hard you're crying because he's fully beefing with an inanimate object. 

he starts negotiating. with the pillow. 

"move and nobody gets hurt." 

"ryu." 

"it knows what it did." 

eventually, you grab multiple cushions. a fortress. a wall. a defensive line. 

shidou looks absolutely delighted. 

"finally. a worthy opponent." 

5 seconds later, he launches himself over the couch. you scream. he screams. the couch nearly dies. 

and somehow, amid the disaster, he still manages to steal a kiss. then he's pumping his fist like he just won an olympic event. 

"LET'S GOOOOO." 

"we almost broke the couch!!!" 

"WORTH IT." 

karasu tabito

karasu catches on to your game immediately. 

the second your hand blocks his mouth, he starts laughing. that low, annoying laugh. the one that means he's about to be insufferable. 

"ya think yer clever, huh?" 

"i know i am." 

"that's dangerous, darlin’." 

karasu doesn't actually rush. that's the scary part. he's patient. he leans back. crosses his arms. and waits. 

now you're suspicious. because why is he so calm? why does he look like he's already won? 

"tabi." 

"hm?" 

"what are you planning?" 

"nothing." 

liar. 

you keep the pillow between you anyway. just in case. 

then he starts talking. normal conversation. completely unrelated topics. asking about your day. telling stories. making jokes. 

and after 10 minutes, you accidentally lower your guard because you've forgotten the entire mission. 

immediately he reaches over and tilts your chin up. 

"got distracted, huh?" 

"YOU SET ME UP." 

"that's called strategy." 

and he kisses you. plan successful. karasu looks entirely too pleased with himself. 

"you planned that from the beginning." 

"of course i did." 

"you spent ten minutes setting up a whole conversation for ONE kiss?" 

karasu shrugs. "got the kiss, didn't i?" 

kaiser michael

kaiser takes this personally in every sense of the word. deeply. spiritually. emotionally. 

you block his kiss with your hand. 

he pauses because he is actually so offended, shocked, and betrayed right now. like you've just informed him his reflection called him ugly. 

"what." 

"access denied." 

"you denied me?" 

"yes." 

"me??” 

he points at himself. since apparently this is the greatest tragedy humanity has ever witnessed. 

you use a book next. kaiser narrows his eyes. at the book. 

"whose side are you on?" 

"it's a book." 

"answer the question." 

he is genuinely arguing with paper. 

eventually, he starts trying to charm his way through. compliments. dramatic speeches. fake heartbreak. everything. none of it works. 

until he suddenly goes quiet. which is very suspicious. 

you lower the book slightly. mistake. huge mistake. 

because kaiser immediately takes advantage of the opening. 

the second it's lowered – mwah! done. finished. game over. 

he looks unbearably pleased afterward. 

"awww, you hesitated." 

"you're annoying." 

"and yet." 

"..." 

"and yet." 

ness alexis

ness genuinely thinks you've stopped loving him for approximately 6 seconds. 

the moment your hand blocks his kiss, he malfunctions. 

"... oh." 

"ness." 

"... oh." 

"ness." 

he looks so devastated that you immediately feel guilty. why does he have to look like a kicked puppy when he’s sad? 

"it's a joke." 

"are you sure?" 

"yes." 

"completely sure?" 

"ness." 

"okay." 

he recovers. sort of. 

but now he's suspicious. because every time he leans in, another object appears. pillow. book. water bottle. blanket. he's staring at each new obstacle like it's personally victimizing him. 

"what did i do to deserve this?” 

"nothing." 

"then why am i suffering?” 

drama king. 

eventually, he too starts trying to negotiate. 

"one kiss." 

"no." 

"half a kiss." 

"that's not a thing." 

"one third kiss." 

"ness." 

"i'm trying to compromise." 

you laugh. and the second you laugh, his face immediately brightens. because that's what he's been waiting for. your attention. your smile. the fact you're having fun. 

he reaches over and gently moves your hand away. much softer than everyone else. almost cautious. like he's still making sure you're okay with it. 

then finally kisses you. 

and the relief afterward is ridiculous. this man smiles like somebody returned the sun to the sky. 

honestly, the biggest obstacle wasn't your hand. it was his own overthinking.