#akkun fluff

flowers are expensive (wbk). like- a dozen of flowers costs around 50$ (according to the internet), and for a boyfriend who just LOVES to spoil u with gifts but doesn't have Elon Musk's wallet, that's a little bit out of his price range.

so what does he do? he makes them. he goes out and buys a giant back of white paper (which is still cheaper than a dozen flowers), sits down, cuts the paper into smaller pieces and colors each of them in it own unique color before shaping them into flowers and wrapping them up in a paper where he wrote a short, but heartwarming letter to you.

"I couldn't buy you flowers, so I just made them for you.." he mumbled out sheepishly, hoping you'd like them.

like them? you're on your KNEES for them. the fact he took time out of his day to HAND MAKE paper flowers for you meant so much more than a dozen of roses that'll die in a few weeks or so.

ever since he saw just how much you liked his hand made gifts, that's all he gives to you in the future, and each and every time he comes up with more and more unique designs, all so he could see that beautiful smile of yours. ♡︎

Okay, first post, deep breaths. Hi, hello, I came up with these very spontaneously and they’ve been bugging me so much, I had to get them out of my system so here they are. P.S. I haven’t finished reading Tokyo Revengers, in fact I’m wayyyy behind from finishing it but still, I love this boy to death so I hope you enjoy this silly brainrot, I'm so normal about him hahaha <3

General headcanons:

I feel like Akkun’s an absolute neat-freak. His room is always way too organized and tidy. His wardrobe is probably color-coded and everything.

Takes extremely good care of his hair. In fact, he’s so ‘protective’ of his hair, he never gets it cut or trimmed by anyone but himself.

Hair gel? What’s that? No, he wants his hair to be ✨authentic✨

Yep, boy owns tons of little trinkets to accessorize his hair. 

Definitely sings in the shower, hands down. 

Though, speaking of that, maybe he prefers baths over showers. 

He doesn’t use cologne, only smells of soap, shampoo, and fabric softener. 

His scent is a mix of cinnamon, lemon, and wildflowers. 

Prefers riding his bike to go literally anywhere, unless it’s very far away, that is. The perfect weather to ride his bike would be when it’s breezy, but not cold, like the spring breeze. 

I dunno why but why do I feel like he’s definitely a lactose intolerant? 

Lactose intolerant but likes ice cream too much. 

He can handle eating spicy food but prefers sweeter meals. 

HE SKATEBOARDS, REAL, YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

The moms tend to be really fond of him. I feel like he can be quite the people-pleaser when he wants to, so if visiting a friend's house, he'll try to help set the table and even insist on washing the dishes. Plus, good table manners.

He listens to classic rock music and metallica, I personally think he'd love AC/DC a lot - just picture him skating around, headphones on, bopping his head to 'Back In Black' .

Headcanons with reader as his S/O (gender-neutral):

Believe it or not, Akkun is quite the romantic guy. 

The type to be an absolute gentleman, treat you like you’re the centre of his universe, but also let-loose and have fun with you all the same. 

He’ll constantly try to make you laugh - makes a fool of himself with awful jokes but you love him for trying so much. 

Hugs you lots <3 There’s never a shortage of hugs with him. 

His favorite places to kiss you are your cheeks or forehead. He’ll get adorably bashful when you have a full-on kiss on the lips, - at first, you’d always be the one initiating them before he slowly started to relax into them.

Caresses your skin when he’s nervous. He fidgets a lot, but holding your hand or having you close to him calms his mind. During kisses, he’ll caress your cheek tentatively, but if you lean into his touch, he’ll ease up. 

After coming from a fight, all bruised up, the first thing he does when he sees you is slump his head on your shoulder, cling onto you, and even shed a few tears. You’re his safe space. You’ll let him cry as much as he needs to. And he’s always the most honest he can be with you. 

Sometimes, it just gets a bit too hard to keep going, and during those sad days, you’d hold him close as you both lay down and switch from rubbing his back to kissing his face until he’s in a giggling fit. 

Styles your hair for you every chance you give him. The way he gets so excited whenever you let him is way too adorable. He’ll stock up on accessories that will suit your style, too. 

Also, he buys you all sorts of hair products to keep it healthy and nice. 

Having baths with him is very intimate and tender. He’ll wash your hair all gently while rambling about literally anything and nothing while you’ll play with bubbles.

 He texts you little affirmations everytime you’re not with him, along with a bunch of heart emojis. 

Takemichi, Kazushi, Takuya and Makoto all care for you almost as much as Akkun does. You often hang out with them, as the honorary member of the ‘Mizo Middle Five’. 

The day it’s you who comes to him after you get into a fight, you couldn’t recall any other time you’ve seen him look this worried and panicky. Immediately, he’ll tend to your wounds, making sure he’s as gentle as possible. Lowkey, he’ll actually be impressed that you kicked some butt, almost wishing he was there to witness it firsthand. 

At times he’ll feel like he isn’t good enough for you, that he isn’t giving you anything in return. You’re always there for him whenever he needs it. He wants to be the giver in the relationship as well. He wants to protect you as much as you protect him. 

The way he’s so loyal to the people he cares about is one of the main reasons why you fell so deeply in love with him. 

Dates with him are very sweet. He usually lets you decide where to go and what to do, whatever you’re comfortable with. He’ll often take you on bike rides, too. 

He’s not too big on PDA, the most he’ll do is hold your hand and keep you close, just to show that you’re taken.

He gets jealous but keeps it very subtle. He lets his guard down when you’re with the others in ‘Mizo Middle Five’, but if it’s anyone else, he gets very cautious.

But if anyone even dares to harass you, he won’t be afraid to knock them out cold. 

You two have many songs that you’d like to call your own but one of them would definitely be ‘You’ by Hollywood Ending .

I don't mind you ignoring my req , have a nice day/night (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Stop that’s literally too cute 😭

toman guys babysitting your brother

🧍‍♂️🧍🏻🧍‍♂️

𖧷 Mikey: he’s so annoyed w the kid omfg he’s like Um? I’m baby 😒 not u

𖧷 Draken: sits on the couch and looks through all the family albums w your brother just to look at pictures of u

𖧷 Mitsuya: very tolerant and patient! He always wanted a little brother 🥲

𖧷 Baji: orders a ton of fast food and just chills all night watching big hero 6 like four times

𖧷 Chifuyu: learns twelve tiktok dances w him and posts them all on his story

𖧷 Ran: teaches your brother how to use a pair of nunchucks and even braids his hair into pigtails

𖧷 Rindou: cannot stand him omfg. He’s used to being the little brother. Gets pissed and turns the living room into some WWE shit 😐

𖧷 Sanzu: oh noooo he hates that little fucker 😭 is literally only doing this for you. You get home to find him seconds away from breaking one of your little brothers bones

𖧷 Koko: counts up all your brothers piggy bank money and then checks how many baby teeth he still has, then calculates the amount of chores he’d have to do to buy that motorcycle he wants

𖧷 Inupi: sits on the kitchen floor and skates w those finger boards on the chairs w your lil bro 🥺

𖧷 Smiley: spends the whole night on worldstar watching lunch room fights w him

𖧷 Angry: fixes your brother a snack and forces him to eat his vegetables bc they’re good for him 😤👊

𖧷 Takemichi: spends the whole night talking about you and crying about how much he loves you to your little brother

“i win,” you chuckle, and atsushi stops brooming for a second, turning to where you look out the window. the small flecks of snow falling are enough to spread a wide grin across your face—and he knows it’s not just because you won the silly bet he’d made with you earlier. “it snowed tonight.”

who knew the stupidest things kept love interesting, he thinks to himself, shaking his head as he sets the broom down.

“snow couldn’t have waited until tomorrow to fall?” he groans, and you smile smugly to yourself, pressing your face against the glass to get a better look at the small white flakes that fall.

“look how pretty,” you murmur, and he grins to himself at the fog that spreads across the glass as you speak, walking up to you.

“back up from my window,” he pokes your side, making you glare at him. “it’s new, your nose pressing against it is gonna ruin it before i can get my first client,” he teases, and maybe the stupidest things are meant to keep the spark alive because you can’t seem to hide the smile fighting on your lips, and he can’t seem to get enough of the sight.

“very excited to see you wipe the windows,” you snort. “maybe now you’ll learn to clean up after yourself.” pouting slightly, atsushi grabs your hips, pulling you close as his head slots itself to its rightful place—securely tucked into your neck. and when your fingers thread through his locks, he thinks that maybe things will all work out somehow.

you give him that faith, and he holds onto it. fears melt and worries cease to exist when you’re around, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a way out of all the hurdles together.

“i clean,” he mumbles. “never said i was good at it, but i do it,” he insists. laughing, you rub over his back, taking in the little salon before you, pride swelling in your chest. it’s all his, and you can’t stop the small cluster of emotion from forming, squeezing him tighter against you.

“your apartment’s a mess,” you shake your head, and he squeezes you tighter, throat dry from the question stuck in it. “you can’t clean to save your life. ‘s okay, you got me,” you hum. and he wants to let the words out so badly, now more than ever.

just ask, he tells himself, and each time, atsushi fails miserably.

“you can,” he blurts, making you glance down at him. “clean, i mean.” furrowing your brows, you process his words.

“excuse me?”

and god does atsushi want to die, he wants to slam his head against his brand new glass window and wither away. maybe he should’ve given up like usual this time, it wouldn’t have been as bad as this.

“n-no, i mean like…clean my apartment, and…n-not that i think you’re like…a cleaner or anything…cause why would i? you’re not…that’s not what i think of you,” he rambles, and by now, his face isn’t tucked into your neck comfortably anymore. instead, it’s in front of you as he looks down and speaks, and the new lights he’d set up just the other day bring out the little specs in his eyes perfectly.

you bite back a chuckle as your boyfriend rambles away, trying his best to save face. and you shouldn’t—you’d be awfully mean if you did—but you can’t help but add a little more anxiety to his plate.

“so, are you asking me to be your personal cleaner or something?” you raise a brow, and panic settles into his expression even further, and you almost feel bad. almost, but he’s too cute this way, and you’re nothing if not a little obnoxious—it’s just the way things go.

“no! of course not…y-you…i was just…i-i thought that, you know…?” he doesn’t quite know what he’s saying at this point, and it takes all you have not to laugh.

“you thought why not get me to do your dirty work for you? gonna make me clean this window for you too,” you point to the glass behind you, and atsushi whines, digging his face back into your neck, slumping his weight into you as you chuckle.

“you’re being mean,” he groans.

“sorry, baby,” you giggle. “just couldn’t help it.”

and now, determination settles into him, and he’s going to ask you this damn question if it’s the last thing he does. six fancy restaurants, four home dates, and two perfect chance opportunities later, and atsushi still hasn’t asked you to move in with him, and he’s sick of being a coward—he’s brave, he’s been up against worst, and he’s lived.

he can do this.

“you can have my apartment,” he blurts out. and by now, he thinks he should just give up at this point, it’s clear this isn’t going to go right no matter what he does. slumping into you, he sighs, and you let out a quiet giggle.

“aww, that’s sweet. the whole thing? you’d let me have it?”

“forget it,” he says glumly, but the small kiss you press to the side of his head lifts his spirits some.

“is this your dorky little way of asking me to come live with you?”

“is this your mean little way of saying yes?” he counters, but a ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, and atsushi thinks that even if his delivery wasn’t all that great, the stupidest of things keep love interesting anyway.

“i move in, be your little cleaner, greet you in a cute little outfit, is that the plan?” rolling his eyes, he pulls out of your neck once more, pressing his forehead to yours. and the new lights of his salon bring the specs in your eyes out too.

“depends. are you on board?” chuckling, you pinch his cheek, and your smile is contagious, he can’t fight the large grin that spreads across his own face—and you haven’t even said yes yet.

“i’ll think about it,” you say, and he pouts playfully, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

“i’ll upgrade you from cleaner to roommate. how’s that? i’ll help with the cleaning too,” he offers. maybe, just maybe, atsushi thinks, things might be okay after all. he’s got you, and the constant fear of his life behind the scenes dissipates when you’re around.

“you suck at cleaning,” you remind him, “but yes. i’ll take it.” and with a soft kiss shared between the two of you, you both seal the deal.

there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.

he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.

and you.

he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.

for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.

he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.

no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.

akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.

and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.

the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.

akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.

“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.

“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”

there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?

yeah, he falls in love on the spot.

things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.

and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.

“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.

tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?

he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.

“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”

you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.

“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”

“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”

“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.

but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.

you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.

“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”

“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”

“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”

“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.

“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”

atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.

it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.

but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?

he has no complaints in the slightest.

Request by my darling @sillykawa I apologise for the wait and I hope you like it!! 🥺💖💖

Halo Braid

Tags: Fluff

W/C: 1085

A/N: not proofread bc my phone is on 2% LMAO😭

It was hard to say when your crush for Akkun began. While you did attend the same elementary and middle school together, you could count on one hand the amount of times you spoke to him, but recently, you found that whenever your eyes wandered in class it would always land on him. And when your gazes accidentally met you would always quickly look away, and a faint heat would spread under your cheeks.

But part of the reason why you scarcely spoke to him was that he was a delinquent. The other girls would always pull a face whenever you tried to bring up Akkun into your conversations.

“He’s a delinquent,” one of your friends said. The way she said it, it was as if the word was synonymous with the word ‘serial killer’ or ‘puppy torturer’.

However, you noticed Akkun always treated his friends kindly, so you knew deep down he wasn’t a bad person.

Some mornings you would try and gather up your courage in front of the mirror to at least say good morning to him, but your resolve would waver when he appeared through the classroom door with fresh bruises and scrapes.

The morning breeze blew through the open window into your classroom. The rest of the class had gone to sports lessons, so here you were, sitting alone at your desk with a book out in front of you, exempted from sports because you had badly sprained your wrist a few days ago in tennis. You pushed your messy hair out of your face and tried to concentrate. However, the breeze made the loose strands dance around you, blocking your sight. With a sigh, you pulled off your hair band and let loose your hair, determined to cage the escaped tendrils. But you underestimated how hard it was to tie your hair with just a single hand. As you were right in the middle of battling with your hair the door slid open. 

- matching jewelry

you two have one of those gold necklaces with each other names on it

there’s also this bracelet you gifted him and he’s never taken it off

- you as his homescreen

baby can’t get enough of you

so if you aren’t with him and he’s missing you he’ll just stare at his phone with the cutest smile on his face

- you stealing his sweatshirts

are they even his anymore?

he doesn’t mind though

he really likes how they smell when you give them back

- cuddle sessions

whether he’s the big or little spoon it doesn’t matter

he just wants to hold you

if he’s the little spoon he loves it when you play with his hair

it never fails to relax him

if he’s the big spoon he usually has you lay on top of him with your head on his chest

he loves the closeness

Pt.2 to this request.

➬ Atsushi xF!reader [timeskip] FLUFF

Things were set in stone for the day that was fast approaching. Atsushi proposed a few years after you two started dating. You ended up staying at home to further the bond with your brother - who was gaining over your marriage

“Imagine when I actually get married.”

“Shut up, your goblin looking ass is getting married, let me be” he protests

His eyes light up a second after, grabbing your hand and brining it up to his face to look at your engagement ring.

“Oh wow. It looks expansive….” He looks up at you. This was his hundredth time looking at the ring and still couldn’t get over the shine the diamond gave off under the light.

“Expensive but I’m jealous of the way you proposed to Hinata. Better than how I proposed to (Y/n). I literally tripped while I knelt down” Atsushi makes it over to the door to put his shoes on.

“Wanna come pick up the invitations with us ? You can be the first one to get one” you give your brother a cheeky smile before dragging him out the door and down the stairs of the apartment building.

Looking over the cards you smile seeing the detailed work and words in the invitation. Only a month was left to get married to the love of your life.

You flashback to the time when Mitchi woke up after you knocked him out. You remember him telling you about his little adventure in the future. How you died and he’d do whatever it was to keep you safe.

You were grateful for him. Even after he got caught up with so much shit as teenagers, he did whatever he could to try and save everyone from their fate. He couldn’t save some - he didn’t feel successful but those he saved were still here spending time with him.

“Thank you” you hug your brother suppressing the tears. When he first told you about his time jumping abilities, you didn’t believe him. As things started to happen as he had said, you came to believe and even tried to help him in the little he would let you with Toman.

“Sorry for not believing you for a minute. I see why you took all those beatings for. Got your ass beat by so many people. You’re literally my best friend, fuck face” you add in an insult to not seem too cheesy.

“Thank you for coming back and keeping her safe, Mitchi. If it weren’t for you - I don’t know where you and I would be right now, if she wasn’t here” Atsushi joins the hug

“G-guys stop. We should be fine now. You two get married, I’ll get married….not sure when but we’ll all be happy” your brother tried to cheer up the mood.

“Let’s start handing these out. Let’s go to Chifuyu then Mitsuya’s” he changed up the conversation with a wobbly smile, trying to not cry again that day.