#asaba x reader

He doesn't humor you with a response, pressing heated kisses up and down your neck. It's a tactic he loves to use, buttering you up just so he can get what he wants. It was infuriatingly effective. Still, you were in the middle of making dinner for him. Certainly, he could let you finish doing that.

You manage to push his head away from your neck, which has him whining like a child, but you don't relent and he finally pulls back enough so you can look at him. "We need to eat, Haru."

"I was getting to it," he quips back, smirking that annoyingly cute smirk.

"We need to eat food," You insist, gesturing to the half-made meal on the countertop.

He pouts at it like it was personally offending him just by existing. Then you see him go over the ingredients, and his face lights up just a little. You were making his favorite, figuring it would be a nice treat after a long week at work. Spoiling him was one of your favorite pastimes, after all.

Conflict arises in his pretty yellow eyes, and you watch him debate whether he'd prefer eating you out or eating your homemade cooking more. He comes to his decision by pulling away from you, a deceptively innocent smile on his face.

"Alright, I'll let you finish up," he hums, leaning against the countertop next to you.

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him, "But...?"

"Mmm," he taps his chin, feigning consideration and you already know what he's going to ask, "You have to cockwarm me while we watch a movie!"

Of course. It was his favorite thing in the world, especially after a long workday and a good meal. Most weeks ended like this, but it didn't bother you too much. It wasn't a bad deal for you, as annoying as he was about it.

You don't give him a direct answer, simply sighing and turning back to working on the food, "What movie did you have in mind...?"

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Dinner isn't as relaxed as you wanted, not with Harumasa practically squirming in excitement across from you. You do your best to pretend it's not happening, eating the food you prepared and mentally preparing yourself for the night you have ahead of you. He practically bounds to the living room when you finish, and you know once you finish cleaning up he won't have the patience to wait any longer.

It was childish, but you couldn't help but find it cute. He rarely allowed himself to be this carefree, so indulging him was the least you could do. So you set the last of the dishes in the sink and make your way to the living room, sighing at the sight of him already palming his hard-on through his work pants.

When he notices you there he gives you a lopsided grin, patting his thigh with his free hand. He works his belt and pants open, and it gives you the idea that maybe you should mess around with him too. It was supposed to be fun for both of you after all, right?

He pouts at you when you don't immediately swing your legs over his lap like an obedient dog, jerking his neglected member in his hands a few times for emphasis. You snort at the sight, patting his thigh reassuringly before turning around to face the TV. You hear him let out an annoyed grunt that catches in his throat when you slowly slide your pants over your hips, around the fat of your ass, and finally down the meat of your thighs until it hits the floor.

He grabs at one of the cheeks, humming appreciatively to himself as the digits sink into the fat, "Maybe we should cut the movie altogether..."

You tut at him, swatting his hands away to give him the same show with your underwear. He inhales deeply at the sight of your glistening pussy, exactly the reaction you wanted. With a playful smirk, you turn and slide your legs on either side of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"You're being a brat~" He sings in your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.

You pout innocently, "You didn't like the show?"

He doesn't humor you with an answer, instead guiding your hips down until you are fully seated on his dick. It stung a little not being properly prepped, but you had all the time in the world to adjust. Harumasa loved taking his time with things like these, after all.

He leans over to grab the remote to the DVD player and starts the movie. It's some stupid family film from over a decade ago about mutant rodents saving the world or something like that. You were never too interested in stuff like that, but Harumasa always brought those kinds of films home for cockwarming. Why, you had no clue, but they were delightful distractions.

The beginning is always the easiest for you. It's all nice and pleasant as you adjust to the stretch. You're able to rest your head on his chest and peer over your shoulder at the movie. He's surprisingly cold, which soothes the raging heat that builds in your core. His hands rest against your sides patiently, lying in wait for whenever he decides he's grown bored of the movie.

Perhaps that's why it's so easy because the start is mostly skinship. Harumasa may be a tease, but he does love having you close like this. It's almost innocent if only his cock wasn't buried inside you as deep as it would go.

It starts getting hard when his hands start moving around, which is where you're at right now. They slide from their place on your waist down to your ass, rubbing and squeezing the skin like a stress ball. Then they'll find their way to your thighs, dancing along the meat of them and running his thumbs over the tops before falling back to your ass and repeating the process.

You shiver, stiffening up in his lap as he repeats the motion for the millionth time. An unexpected sharp pain erupts from your ass, and it takes your brain a second to process that he has smacked you. You pull back to glare at him, and he returns the look with an innocent smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I can't pay attention to the movie with you squirming like that," he scolds lightly, pressing you back into his shoulder.

You fight the urge to grumble back a 'neither can I', and instead try not to focus on the ever-increasing heat in your groin. It's much easier said than done, as each little twitch from either of you gives you a painful reminder that he's balls deep inside you and you can't do anything about it. He laughs at something in the movie and it travels from his chest right through his dick and into your weeping cunt.

You give up on paying attention to the movie at that point, deciding trembling into his shoulder was a better alternative than pretending you were fine. You nose the column of his throat with shaky breaths, burrowing yourself into his shoulder with a pathetic sigh.

He coos at you, running his fingers through your hair in what's meant to be comfort. You know he's just doing it to annoy you, though. Your spine tingles as his fingers tug a little at the hair, your pussy clenching around him in favor. He groans, pulling a little harder to get you to look at him.

Again, you see something like contemplation behind his eyes, then he smiles at you. His hand comes down from your hair to press your neck forward, and he locks lips with you. You sigh happily into the kiss, not realizing how desperately you'd wanted the attention until now. It seems he knows that, with the way he smirks into the kiss before gliding his tongue across your lip.

You happily give him the access he craves, humming as his tongue slips in and pressing against yours. He tastes bitter, like the medicine he takes every day, but the taste is welcome from your neglected body. You graze your fingers against his collarbone and he finally reacts, pressing his hips up into yours before correcting himself.

As if knowing you'd try it, his hands firmly pressed you to him, not allowing you to move. You whine into his mouth, and he pulls away to smile at you, head leaning against the back of the couch. His face is red, but he looks so satisfied which almost makes the torture worth it.

Deciding you can't handle how pretty he is, you lean down to litter warm kisses against his neck. He sighs, lulling his head to the side to give you better access. You suck at the pretty skin, nibbling on whatever your lips can find. You feel the effect it has on him, dick twitching inside you with each new mark you leave. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, humming contentedly as you service him.

It's when you get to his collarbones that he pauses you, pulling your face up to his. He presses a sweet little kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle. He tilts his head to the side, running a finger along your cheek, "How was your day, baby?"

You respond softly to his musing, answering all his questions about your day. Then, in the middle of telling him about what your boss made you do that day, you feel it. His hands very slowly ease your hips into a short, circular movement. You choke on the words, shuddering at the sensation. It felt... so good, you forgot how to think for a moment as your neglected pussy throbs at the attention.

Harumasa tilts his head at you, though he's smirking, "What was that?"

You stutter out the rest of your response, hardly coherent, but it satisfies him nonetheless. He continues to work you against him at the same slow and easy pace, a master of making things long and drawn out.

Those fingers that had been steadily controlling the pace, slide under your shirt to rake against your ribs. Bunching the fabric up along with your bra and tugging it off your body. Your skin pebbles in the cold air of your apartment, and his hands are quick to glide over it to heat it up. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of your tits, hands immediately cupping them like they belonged there.

Your hips stutter at the new sensation, earning you a look from him that makes you return to the previously set rhythm. Without breaking eye contact, he leans forward to kiss over your chest. Even at the awkward angle, he manages to rub every sensitive spot deep inside you, all while sucking pretty red marks into your hot flesh.

He keeps that up for a long while, ensuring that neither of you can cum until he wants you to. It's sweet sweet torture. The pleasure curls up in your gut, unable to release but somehow forever building up.

All at once his head lulls back and his oh-so-steady rhythm suddenly becomes unreliable. His hips stutter against his beat, but he keeps up that slow pace as best as he can. His hand comes down to roll your clit under his thumb, and you finally feel yourself building to your orgasm. He's close too.

"Baby," he whines, gripping your hip tightly, "lemme stuff you, please? I'll getcha plan b in the morning, jus' lemme this once."

He always says that. Not that you're coherent enough to remind him of that fact. All you can think of is how badly you wanna cum, and how you'll say yes to anything to reach that high. So you awkwardly bob your head in a 'yes' motion.

His eyes roll back and he groans, picking up his pace finally. Your hips rut into his with a fervor you didn't know you were capable of. You slump forward, moaning into his shoulder unabashedly. The coil in your stomach twists and twists until it finally snaps.

At the same time, you feel his warm hot cum flood your insides. His cock twitches with each release, and your walls tighten around it almost encouraging the action. His chest rises and falls in succession with yours, fingers curling in your hair soothing both of you.

Your eyes slowly drift closed at the gentle sensation, sighing happily into his shoulder. He presses kisses to your temple, but you know he's just as spent as you are. Neither of you would be leaving the couch, not that it was a problem when he tugged one of your throw blankets across your back, pulling you down into a much more comfortable sideways position.

The rise and fall of his chest was heavy and deep, his heart already racing with an ache clutching his chest tightly. With a shaky and sweaty palm, he rested his slender hand against his chest in attempted to ground himself and calm the erratic race of his heart. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, the golden essence sparkling underneath the dim lighting of moonlight.

Once his bearings were collected, and the ache in his chest had subsided, he reached a hand over haphazardly searching for his phone. The orange plastic pill bottles that had his name plastered all over them clattered against the hardwood floors, spilling the precious medication that managed him for all these years. His nimble fingers shook as he held the device in his hand, a chill suddenly settling in him.

Should he text? No, a call would be better. But he really didn’t want to talk at the moment, scared the pitch of his voice will give away his current state.

A text would have to suffice for now.

From: Asaba Harumasa 🏹🎗️

-Can you come over?

Received at 1:28am

The ebony haired archer sat quietly in the expanse of his empty and cold bed, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his phone case while he awaited a reply. His mind racing with thoughts of his text going unanswered. Sure, he would be fine if not, but a part of him hoped and prayed to whatever god was out there that he would get a reply.

And he did.

From: 💛(Y/N)💛

-I’ll be there in 20.

Received at 1:35am

A small smile lit up his face, relief washing through his fragile yet strong body as you agreed to come over. He could already feel the warmth blossoming over his pale cheeks, anticipation and excitement swirling within his stomach. Like a child who couldn’t wait in line for their favorite treat, the elite archer of HSO Section 6 drug himself out of bed and towards the kitchen to get some water, he knew he’d need it later.

It wasn’t long after that you had arrived to his apartment, the door unlocking with practiced ease as you let yourself inside, the spare key he gave you still hanging securely around the keychain of your car keys. A cute little cat key cap hanging over the silver metal, an accessory he had added before he gave it to you. He still remembers the look on your face when he gave it to you. It was the morning after the first night you had come over to help him.

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“Why are you giving me a key? Is this some kind of scavenger hunt or something?” You asked, eyeing the key between your fingers cautiously.

Harumasa chuckled. “Not yet,” he teased, “it’s a key to my apartment.”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded. “Why are you giving me a key to your apartment?”

“Cause,” He began, hiding his true intentions behind a goofy smile. “What if I get sick and need some greasy take out? I don’t wanna get out of bed to answer the door. Not when I have such kind and caring partner to take care of me~”

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Whether you believed him or not, you never questioned it or showed any interest in searching for an answer.

You padded quietly through his apartment, the space already mapped in your mind as if it was your own cozy home. His cat greeted you with a small meow, rubbing against your calf with her tail quivering in happiness to see you once more. You always gave her extra pets and a treat or two when you came over, seemed she always remembered. Leaving her with a soft and gentle head rub, you left her to her own, making your way to your destination, his bedroom.

Harumasa’s ears perked up hearing the bedroom door creak open, your sloppily clothed frame coming into his view as you closed and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions from his little fuzzball. The golden speckles of his irises seems to glow in the dim light of hisbedroom, the only light being the radiance of the moon through the crack in his curtains.

“You came.” He announced quietly, a small smile on his lips as he shifted in the bed, enough to give you a small space to sit on the edge beside him. Your scent was already filling his nostrils, he could tell you showered before coming, probably already knowing what was going to happen. “I didn’t wake you did I?”

“You did, but it’s fine, Harumasa.” Your voice had always been soft and soothing to his ears, even in the heat of battle, he could always relax knowing you were okay and close by. He needn’t worry about anything else with you next to him. The world felt less cruel and suffocating. “I’m… more than happy to come, for you.”

A sad yet appreciative smile spread over his lips, the faintest lingering of a tremble still remaining.

He wasn’t deserving of something so sweet, not after what he did to you in his dreams. He could still vividly see the blood and grim caked over your face, evidence of corruption marring your once smooth and radiant skin. Crystalization sprouted out like ugly blemishes, now permanently embedded in your skin. Your fate sealed behind bleary blind eyes. But you still knew him. The claw that pierced your abdomen felt warm, and the aroma of bitter medicine and disinfectant lingering around the ethereal. He could practically feel how scalding your blood was as it trickled darkly down his ethereal claw, the piercing sound of dripping blood being heard within the chaos of screaming in the hollows. You only smiled at him, reaching a shaky hand up to his core, his name coming off your lips in such a forgiving and kind tone.

“Harumasa?” Your hand was now on his face, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the flesh of his cheek. The smear of something wet slid over your thumb against his face, the sting in his eyes becoming more noticeable as he focused his attention back on you. It was warm, so warm. “I’m here. You’re here. It’s okay.”

You always knew exactly what he needed. Your other hand circled his wrist, carefully guiding it confidently to your chest. There, the gentle and steady pace of your heart thumped against his palm. The skin against his palm was soft, smooth, and the skin warm. It wasn’t scalding like your blood, or cold like your lifeless body hanging loosely by his ugly black claw. It was just right, just you.

Harumasa wiped his eyes, shoulders slumping weakly as he let you hold his face and feel your heartbeat. The urge to pull you close itched at his fingertips, so close but so far away. Just out of his reach. He was scared. Scared to touch you, scared to hurt you, scared to kill you. He should push you away. Tell you to go home. But his heart ached, it ached for your touch, your care, your everything. Anything you gave him made his heart swell with an emotion he never could find the name of.

You didn’t say anything more, climbing onto the messy bed, your legs swinging on either side of his hips, knees digging into the mattress. Both of his cheeks were in your hands now, wiping at the corners of his eyes, running the tips of your fingers down his jaw to his neck. You could feel the way he tensed beneath your touch, a small whimper sounding from the back of his throat.

“P… Please.” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as his lashes fluttered, long and black, pretty, just like the rest of him. His eyes were golden like the stars, sparkling in the cool night and becoming warm rays of sunlight in the day. A beacon of light, of hope, and his arrows guided the lost home.

You didn’t need to ask what he wanted, you already knew what he meeded: it was the same each time, and you were more than happy to oblige in his needs. His lips were soft, like fluffy clouds floating in the sky. You never got tired of kissing Harumasa. It was a rare moment where the walls he built around his heart crumbled into nothing but dust, letting you in to purge the evil from his soul in the most sinful and pleasurable ways.

His hands started at your thighs, taking his time moving them up to your hips, before settling them against your waist. His mouth dipped open, inviting your tongue inside to melt with his. Heat burned his cheeks as your tongue carefully covered every nook and cranny of his mouth. Curling over his own tongue, swiping over his gums, and teasing the tip every so often over his plush lips. It was all making him dizzy, like it always had.

There were no protests on his lips as your hands slid down his loosely unbuttoned white shirt, sliding the material back to cascade down his lean shoulders, stopping at his elbows. The cool air didn’t get a chance to settle into his body as it did when he was alone, your hands were warm, running over the expanse of his tone chest. You left trails of fire as your fingertips carefully found his nipples, hardened under the cool air dragging into his apartment.

Harumasa shuddered, a longing sigh leaving his mouth, letting you swallow any sinful noises he let out next as your fingers rolled his nipples. His hips shifted up, a throb from down south making his throat spasm in a needy whimper. He ached for your friction, your warmth, your slippery and hot cunt. The hands on your hips started to become tighter, his thumb hooking against your bone, finding more purchase there as he rolled his hips once more upwards. He released a shaky moan when he felt his clothed cock brush against your thigh, sending sparks throughout his body as his nerves lit up.

“Harumasa,” He found himself chasing your lips when you abruptly pulled away to whisper out his name. Your voice was breathless, the same intoxicating need dripping from your tongue as you pecked his lips before continuing. “Do you want to take the lead?” He always got incredibly flustered when you would ask him that. It almost deflated his ego every time you’d so kindly ask whether or not he wanted to fuck you or you fuck him. But, he couldn’t lie to himself that he wanted you to take care of him. Slowly, he shook his head, looking up behind long lashes, pale cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He felt like he’d melt at the way you smiled at him. “Okay, let me know if it’s too much.”

It was never too much, it wasn’t enough. Even if you gave everything to him, it still wouldn’t be enough for him. You were a drug to him, similar to the bitter medications he popped every day, something he needed to survive. With you by his side, everything would be okay. He would be okay. Even if this relationship wasn’t defined or spoke aloud, he was sure you knew what it meant to him.

He loved the way your hands trailed down his chest, grazing over various sized scars that littered his pale skin from his venturing into the hollows. Your lips left long and tender kisses against his cheek, his breath coming out in a blissful sigh. He could feel your teeth graze his jaw, the once steady hold he had on your hips moving up to your waist once more. The roll of his hips into yours got more frequent, more needy as quiet pleasing moans slipped past his kiss swollen lips

“P-Please- Ahh…” Harumasa shuddered feeling you touch the side of his neck, the scars there flaring up. It felt as if he had just gotten them again, like he was back in the hospital with his master, being fed sweet treats and taught archery. A time without you. Without your sweet smiles, your kind and tender touch, and your heart that you had unknowingly opened to him, making him greedy to take everything you were. To fill that void that had been in his heart for so long.

Your lips left red and purple marks over the sides of his neck, hiding the scars, the reminders of what he was, what he is, underneath a cover of tender affection, adoration, and devotion. Harumasa had always liked looking at them the morning after, jokingly saying he didn’t need to wear his choker for the day, that he’d instead wear your hickeys with pride and a smug grin. This was all a joke of course, the choker had been a crutch. A way to ground himself, almost as if the accessory was keeping the demon at bay he felt was festering inside of him. The same that had killed you in his dream.

His long lashes fluttered, quietly moaning as your tongue traces over the fresh hickeys, trying to smooth the brief moment of pain and pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, your affection would erase the deeply rooted scars that marred his soul. The sheer thought alone, made a shiver run down his spine, his pale skin bubbling with goosebumps. Replace his pain with love. Replace the nightmares with domestic dreams of normalcy, where he could’ve properly pursued you, to be able to call you his.

His golden eyes followed your hands as you started to grab the hem of your shirt, carefully sliding it over your head to throw it haphazardly to the floor. Your skin was revealed to him, and he could’ve sworn his breath hitched at the sight. No matter how many times you revealed yourself to him, he was always enamored with the way you looked on top of him, or below him. He could feel a faint twitch from his groin, and his cheeks flushed more at how his body responded so weakly to the sight of you.

He let his hands roam up from your hips to your bare waist, appreciating how soft and smooth your skin felt underneath his: how alive you felt. Your lips met his again, your eyes blissfully closed as you savored the taste and feel of Harumasa’s lips again. Your bra fell off your shoulders as you reached behind to unclasp the hooks. Feeling the fabric fall from your body, Harumasa raised his hands, covering your delicious breasts with his palms, letting out a soft moan into your mouth at the feel of your erect nipples pressing against him.

He relished in your noises of pleasure, and they always encouraged him to do more. His tongue melded with yours, tangling over each other, flicking over your teeth and gums, pointed canines gently nibbling against your bottom lip. His fingers came to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds with the pads of his fingertips. He swore his ears starting ringing when he heard you softly moan out his name.

Harumasa shuddered when your fingers came to his lower abdomen, tracing lazy shapes on his skin before reaching the waist band of his sweats, the fabric doing nothing to hide just how aroused he was. Your fingers were like magic, pulling low moans and whines from his lips like it was the easiest thing in existence. You knew just where he liked it, and god did he love that. His hips bucked up into your palm, his own hands covering your breasts fully to pathetically grope and squeeze them as he tried to keep his embarrassing noises in. Curse you for how easily you made him crumble.

“A-Ahh… Harumasa, mmph~” He’d never get tired of hearing you sing the most sinful of songs for him. And he didn’t forget the way your hands rubbed him through his sweats, squeezing against the tip so thoughtfully. He’d turned to putty in your hands. Shape him any way you like, he’s adaptable, whatever will make you keep giving him such blissful attention. Mold him into a heart and place it in your chest so he would never leave your side when he turned to ash.

Harumasa’s other hand slid from one of your breasts, coming to rub against the heat between your legs, his lip catching between his teeth as his eyes struggled to stay open and watch your delightful expressions. He relished the way your hips moved with his hand, seeking more of his fiery touch of desire. The effect of his touch was evident in the way your panties were starting to get wetter, especially after what you’d done at home to prepare for him before coming over.

“W-Wait-“ He sucked a breath in through his teeth, before letting his jaw go slack as his eyes rolled back, his hips stuttering in your hands. His muscles were getting tense, and he could feel the knot twisting tighter and tighter in his lower abdomen, threatening to snap. “I’m… g-gonna cum… don’t wanna ye- Ngh! Fuck!” His words were cut off as his body spasmed pathetically under the intoxicating feel of now being a hair’s breadth away from his climax as your hand moved faster against him. As quickly as the fire started in his abdomen, it was diminished in seconds as you pulled your hand away and placed both on his chest.

“N-Not yet-“ you panted softly, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his wet lips. He watched closely as your hands moved off his chest to your pants and panties, hooking them both with your thumbs and carefully albeit somewhat awkwardly sliding them off. Getting the hint, Harumasa clumsily given the position got his sweats and boxers off, his breath hitching when you climbed back into his lap completely naked. “Harumasa…” Your voice called out softly. “Do you still want this?”

“Hah… Yes, please.” He sighed shakily, slightly whimpering as a whiny plea left his lips. You always asked him again despite everything if he was still sure. Given his condition, and his fearful aversion to commitment, you always wanted to make sure his comfort was above all else. Besides, Harumasa was the one who started all this, so he could end it in a heartbeat. However, part of you knew he was way too attached to ever do something like that. You could see the emotion in his eyes, the longing to speak words he felt he was forbidden to utter. It spoke volumes when his hand stopped your wrist from going to his nightstand to retrieve a condom. “I… can we… skip that…?”

“If you’re sure.” Your voice held no hesitance, no protest to his selfish and probably rash request. You weren’t on any medication for birth control, and Harumasa knew this. Maybe a selfish part of him thought if he couldn’t live in your heart as a piece of you, he’d give you a piece of him. To leave something behind for you and only you. It was irresponsible, cruel, and burdening… but he couldn’t bring himself to care as much: not when you were here, being so gentle with him just like you always were. He was running out of time, and there was still so much he wanted to experience. “I just…” He was snapped out of his thoughts when your voice spoke up again. “Don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I’ve never once,” he began, raising a slightly calloused, warm hand up to hold your cheek in his hand. “Regretted this. Regretted you.” His voice was firm and unwavering, full of conviction and dedication. If it were truly up to him, he would’ve devoted himself to you long before now. Maybe then you could be married, have kids, and experience all life had to offer. He could profess his love to you without the reaper’s scthye threatening to cut his vocal cords and more. “How could I regret this when you pamper me so well~?”

Harumasa relished in the way you let out a small bout of laughter, warming his heart, and lightening the atmosphere some. Just how he liked it. Light, gentle, and comfortable. There wasn’t a need to dwell on the consequences of their decisions, of what the future held for them. All he wanted was to focus on you, and engrave this moment into his memory, just as he’d done with every other time he was with you. Harumasa truly loved you. He could only hope when he lay in his deathbed, he can finally tell you, and let his final moments be surrounded by you, the memories he shared with you, and the love you held for him too.

“As long as you’re sure.” You whisper to him, the smile on your lips almost permanent now. Despite everything in his life spiraling, the weight of his condition and the inevitable end, he was still the Harumasa you fell in love with. Your body moved to shift above him, hands delicately and deliberately grabbed hold on his hard shaft, pressing the tip against your heat. Harumasa could feel his breath hitch at the touch of his sensitive tip, so warm and wet, he couldn’t help but move his hips slowly to press more and tease at your entrance.

With practiced ease, he was inside you, both of you moaning in unison as the sinful clutches of pleasure took hold. His hands moved to your hips, holding loosely as your hands held his shoulders, to somewhat ground yourself as you moved to take more and more of him. No matter how many times you’d had sex with Harumasa, it always felt so good each and every time. Once he was all the way in, you sat there for a moment, whimpering quietly while he sat there, watching, panting lewdly as he tried to compose himself against the overwhelming pleasure of your tight, hot, and gummy walls around his cock.

“Fast… or slow?” Your question made his cheeks feel warm, warmer than they already were, and he embarrassingly tightened his grip on your hips to stop himself from letting out a pathetic whimper. On one hand, he wanted you to go fast, to watch your breasts bounce so close to his face, to hear your beautiful voice sing sweet moans for him, and to make you cream around him until your legs were shaking. However, with the vivid memory of his nightmare fresh on his mind, and the slight rattle in his breathing, Harumasa didn’t think he’d be able to keep up with going fast. At least going slow would allow him to feel every delicous drag of your cunt against his cock.

“S-Slow… please.” His voice came out as a soft whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the air conditioner kicking on to keep his apartment warm. Although, he didn’t really need that right now fully buried inside of you. You felt so much warmer without the condom, and god could he feel fucking everything. He would be happy to let you just sit on top of him with his cock nestled into your savory and warm cunt forever. How nice it would be to have your body warmth against him at night when he would have nightmares. So he could feel you, and not the cold and emptiness that occupied his sheets.

“Okay.” You affirm back to him quietly. He could feel your nails digging into his shoulders as you shifted your legs in a more comfortable position before carefully dragging him out before pushing him back in. Your lips parted in pleasure, a soft breath of bliss raking over Harumasa’s lips as your foreheads pressed together. It felt better than it ever had. The rubber barrier had always been so dulling. So restricting. Now that it was off? The sensitive tip of his cock was dragging along your fluttering walls, teasing the delicate tissue and muscle within to entice more ecstasy. “Hah, Harumasa~ It… feels really good.”

“M… Mhm~ Y-You’re too hot.” Harumasa panted against your lips, his hands on your hips helping you set a slow and deliberate pace. He could see every movement of your chest as you breathed, every delicious movement of your breasts pressed against his chest. “Fuuuuuck~” A low groan vibrates in his chest when he feels you lift up just to the tip before sinking back down. His thumbs hooked into your hips, digging in harder as he couldn’t help but encourage you to move just a bit faster. The usual sharpness in his mind turning to mush as the pleasure started to overwhelm him.

Your sweet voice was like an elegant symphony, ranging from high pitched whines to low and breathy moans. It was stating to make his head spin. That combined with the feel of your body, the scent of your skin, the sight of your naked body moving against his passionately, and the lingering taste of your tongue, Harumasa was in sensory overload. He could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, a sudden tightness forming that had him gripping you tighter. His ebony brows furrowed deeply, nose scrunching against the sudden sensation. Before he knew it, his breath caught, and he felt you immediately stop moving.

“Harumasa?” Your voice sounded so worried it made his heart ache. He hated making you worry, but he knew you cared about him deeply, and were just wanted to check in on his current condition. “Is it too much?” You ask him, to which he nods his head slowly. One hand against your hips came up to press against his chest, the other waving beside you as if to dismiss it. You knew better than that, and so did he. He couldn’t hide anything from you. “Take a hit off your inhaler, and we’ll continue if you and to.”

“Hey now, I may be frail but I don’t need to be mothered.” A deflective smile curled to Harumasa lips, his tone teasing despite the wispy wheeze that echoed in his breathing. It was his defensive mechanism. Tease, deflect, change the subject, forget. “Keep going… please. I’m fine.” Despite the previous teasing lilt in his tone, it quickly changed to something soft and encouraging, almost like a small and unspoken plea. A plea to take away all his pain and let your pleasure be his safe place.

You hesitated for a moment, looking down at him and taking in the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips moved with his panting, and the way those beautiful golden eyes begged you to keep fucking him so perfectly. With a bit of reluctance, you started to move again, your hands rubbing over his shoulders as you used him support yourself up more before sinking back down on him, moaning softly against his face. “Please tell me if I need to stop.”

Harumasa’s hands suddenly snaked around your waist, hugging you tight against him as his hips bucked up from underneath you. Wet and lewd sounds of sex could faintly be heard over the noisy AC unit, blended with sinful noises of pleasure. “I will, baby… I will… ngh! Fuck! Hah… b-but I don’t wanna stop… you’re so good to me~ Ahh…” He rarely ever used such a sweet pet name like “baby.” He mainly used it to tease you, and it always worked to fluster you. How he wished he could call you that all the time. If only he could actually call you his… Little did he know he already had your heart, and that would never change.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to his cheek, pulling him in to kiss him. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue as your soft moans were breathed into his mouth, only growing louder. His hips jerked against yours quicker, his legs starting to shake underneath you. When the kiss broke, Harumasa dove into your neck, recklessly licking and sucking against the sensitive underside of your jaw and jugular. He knew he’d get scolded for leaving visible marks. But tonight? Tonight he was desperate, and wanted to drown himself in fantasies. Fantasies of a normal life, of having you as his lover, of marrying you and making a life with you.

“Hah! N-Nhh~ Harumasa…!” You called out loudly to him, your fingertips going back to digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving half moon crescents in his skin. Harumasa let his lips trail soft and wet kisses down your chest until he was right between your bouncing breasts, only turning him on that much more. “Please…! Please, hah! Harumasa~ I-I’m-! I’m-!” You were close, and he knew it. He always knew. He’d memorized all your little telltale signs of being close to that sweet release. By god did Harumasa want to feel you milk all the cum from him so badly, especially since it was going inside of you and not some piece of rubber.

“C’mon… You can do it. Fuck! Cmon, (Y/N)~ give it to me~ C-Cum all over me…! Y-Yeah!” Harumasa’s voice cracked, his head throwing back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly and let out loud groans, pleasured grunts, and pathetic whimpers of overstimulation. His brows scrunched up, golden eyes rolling back slightly as he felt your walls fluttering around him. He hastily grabbed the back of your head with one hand, pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss while his other hand reached for yours awkwardly on his shoulder. He wanted to hold your hand. To know his fingers could intertwine with yours instead of slice through with a sickeningly black claw. “(Y-Y/N)! Hah! Fuck!”

“Harumasa! Harumasa! Ahh!” With that, both of you toppled over that edge together, and the feeling of his seed pumping into you, with the twitching and clenching of your walls… it just made more of his cum spurt out into you. Harumasa shook violently, his breath catching as his body shuddered and twitched at the overwhelming feelings his cock so sensitive after his release. The wheezing in his lungs starting to make his breathing sound more raspy. The sounds of your heavy breathing were heard… and the AC finally decided to cut off at that moment. Your foreheads fell against each other, just relishing in the closeness of the intimate moment.

Harumasa let his eyes flutter open, still hazy with a glaze of lust and exhaustion now. He could see the soft pink that dusted your cheeks, the way your lips were slick with a mix of your saliva and his, swollen and tender from all the kissing, and the way your eyes slowly opened to look into his. The words were on the tip of his tongue… eager to fill the silence. “I love you.” So close… so close that he started to open and close his mouth in attempts to stop himself. He couldn’t. It would be cruel to you. To tie you down and bring you down with him when he eventually turned to nothing… or turned into much worse.

“Harumasa.” Your soft voice snapped him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts. Your palm was warm and a little clammy against his cheek, and your lips tenderly brushed against his. A small and affectionate kiss… lacking lust or desire. Just a gesture of affection and the love you held for him. “Are you okay? Do you need your inhaler?” Ah, that was so like you wasn’t it…? After everything and the first thought that always came to you was making sure he was okay. He counted himself as incredibly lucky to have you… as his partner and his safe haven.

“Yeah… I’m okay. Just… need a minute to catch my breath.” He reached over and dug through his nightstand for a moment, grabbing his inhaler and taking a few deep breaths and the drugs eased the inflammation clawing at his lungs. All while your hands gently massaged his shoulders or rubbed up and down his arms. Once his breathing sounded more normal, you shifted your hips up and off of him. Harumasa winced and whimpered as you pulled him out of you, his golden eyes darting down to see the evidence of their actions. Your slick covered his softening cock in a light sheen, and some of his release and yours surrounding the base. When he shifted his gaze to your entrance, it was dripping with his seed in globs of white. He was tempted to shove his fingers inside and let you keep it all there, nestled in your warm cunt, but he held back.

He shifted in the bed, letting you take the spot beside him as he reached to drape the comforter and other blankets over you both. There were no words exchanged, just the quiet stillness of the late night. Pitter patter of feet outside his bedroom could be heard, but you both ignored the upset feline outside. Harumasa draped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he dipped his head to press his ear against your steadying heartbeat… the sound lulling him into a drowsiness. But before he would succumb to sleep… He whispered faintly.

“Thank you, (Y/N)… for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Your voice came softly, filled with just as much drowsiness. “The only thing I want… is to be by your side… and for you to keep living.”

Harumasa’s eyes widened slightly before his heart skipped a beat, a warm and gentle smile curling against his pale pink lips.

“Then you’re stuck with me, it seems. Just promise you’ll live with me, okay?”

With you by his side… his heart felt full, the pain felt lighter, and the nightmares didn’t dare to return when he had you by his side.

Of course, Harumasa never asked for anything in return. He always claimed to be a gentleman, though you begged to differ because you could count the times you caught him staring at your ass on more than one hand.

You remember once, a little before you two started dating, when you and he were touring around New Eridu. He told you it was his day off, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he simply chose to bail on work.

The details aren't important, he'd argue.

Regardless, you offhandedly mentioned some place nearby that always served the best lunch meals. You didn't think much of it. It was one of those restaurants that you'd only visit on special occasions. And with a large group of friends. Nicer looking, and more pricey as well.

What you didn't expect was for the next few minutes to be spent by Harumasa adamently nsisting you two visit it right away. You thought he was pulling your leg at first. Maybe just trying to sound eager and interested.

But the thought quickly shattered when you realized Harumasa was actually quite serious about it. And so, reluctantly, and a little embarrassingly, you'd have lunch with Harumasa in some fancy restaurant.

You both were a bit underdressed for the occasion, but he didnt act like it was a big deal. And it really wasn't, he'd explain again.

The food was great, as always. The service was fast. Overall a very enjoyable meal. That is, of course, why you enjoyed the place so much.

You hadn't intended on spending so much money that day, but you supposed it was worth it. You had a nice time with a friend, after all. Splitting the bill, however costly it may be, would be worth it.

Except Harumasa paid for the entire bill before you had a chance to protest. You felt bad, but he kept insisting that you really shouldn't worry about it.

"Life is too short to be spent worrying on meal expenses. Lighten up!"

The other moment that came across as surprising to you was when you first spent the night at his apartment; which also happened to be the first time you had even been at his apartment in general.

You two had just finished up one of your date nights, and it was getting late. Harumasa usually dropped you off at your place, and sometimes, if he didn't have to be somewhere early the next day, he'd sleep over.

After all, he was always talking about how he enjoyed your apartment more than his.

But you both were tired, and his apartment happened to be closer than yours... so, one thing led to another, and you ended up at his place for the first time.

It wasn't what you expected.

Well, it's not like you actually had expectations on where he lived. You knew he wasn't broke. But you didn't know he was this well off either.

It was one of those nice apartments - with lots of stories and a hell of a lot more windows. Pretty countertops with those weird, abstract lights hanging above. It also had one of those nice rain showers, which was a nice bonus, you supposed.

The apartment was minimalistic in nature, but Harumasa claimed to never be a fan of the dull whites and boring grays.

Reminded him too much of hospitals.

Which is why Harumasa made sure to hang up lots of photos and buy many vibrant pillows to liven up the place.

Oh, and also the 'calculated heaps of clutter' that he claimed made the place more homey.

When he first bought the apartment, he kept it relatively clean and uncluttered. But the novelty of a nice, minimalist, modern room wears off when its just that. A nice room to brag about. Not a home, like it should be.

Though he admits, the place is a bit messier than he'd like.

As you both enter, Harumasa sheepishly apologizes for the mess. You explained to him that you really couldn't care less. Your apartment was never much better.

Still he'd sigh, letting you follow him to his room so he could get you a set of clothing to change into after you showered, but he'd pause when noticing the mess he left on his nightstand.

Pill bottles, tablets, and other medical instruments laid scattered along the table top, stuff that has undoubtedly begun to pile up over the months of needing them.

Again, he'd begin to apologize for the clutter, shoving the bottles into a drawer, somewhere out of sight. He knew that you knew about his less-than-ideal medical state, but he also worried that maybe seeing it all laid out like this would make you subconsciously think less of him.

Harumasa loved attention, but he hated pity.

He'd pause, though, when you placed a hand over his, explaining that it was alright.

"Life's too short to be spent worrying about idle clutter."

You happily stayed over that night. And many other nights after.

There was another time where Harumasa had acted somewhat... irrational? Carefree? With his money.

On the day of your first anniversary dating each other, Harumasa sent you a text that he'd be home a little late that day.

It was rather odd, you thought. Harumasa always always made it a priority to rush to your apartment as soon as he could when work ended, so that he could whine and complain about how exhausting his day was.

Well, he claimed to be exhausted, but after just a few kisses from you, he'd perk back up instantly. Though that was supposedly just a coincidence.

Anyway, it was weird. But you didn't mind waiting a little longer.

Harumasa came home at 8:26 PM that day. Clothing soaked, hair ruined, and slightly out of breath as well.

You quickly invited him inside and attempted to get him to dry off a bit first, but Harumasa was much too excited to listen.

Of course, you noticed it when he came in. You tried to ignore it a little bit at first, but it was.. difficult.

The abnormally large bouquet was difficult to miss. It was filled to the brim with freshly picked, vibrant flowers. One's that easily pushed the bouquet price into the triple digits, and most likely, a bit more as well.

He eagerly pushed the flowers into your hands, grinning like a fool despite currently appearing as a sopping wet cat.

"Is this why you were so late?" You asked him.

"Only partially," he began, reaching into a bag to pull out something. It looked like a book, but it was much too square to be a normal literature book. "I had to get these photos printed, and the shop was having ink issues, so it took a lot longer than expected."

You realized then that it had been an album, filled with pictures of the two of you, and some friends as well, that he had collected over the past year.

Harumasa was always a photographer, and a pretty good one at that. It was a secret to no one. And even though Harumasa took care to capture a majority of his photos on camera, there were a handful of them that he only had on his phone.

They were still good, no doubt about it. But he always believed there was something different, more special, when viewing a physical photo.

It was something that could be immortalized forever, and for someone like Harumasa, that held value.

He explained finding some small street-side shop that worked with converting digital photos into proper, film ones. And that he would have been lucky for how low traffic the shop was, if it had not been for the printing issues.

"I had to stay there a whole two hours, can you believe it?" He slid the album onto the counter.

"But I think it was worth it. Don't you?" He asked, still with that smile that you loved so much.

You'd stare at the photos laid out neatly in the album, then glance at the flowers tucked neatly by your chest.

Seeing it all here made your own gift for him seem rather shoddy in comparison.

"It's really wonderful, Harumasa."

And after a few more words of praise, you finally convinced Harumasa to go shower and dry off.

You sat at the counter quietly while he did so, flipping through the album again and again. You had forgotten about some of these moments, if you were being honest. They likely would have remained forgotten if these photos didn't exist.

You'd look down at your lap, seeing the small box you purchased that held Harumasa's gift.

They were a handful of small envelopes with letters inside them, each one filled with moments where you thought of him.

You were sure he'd end up liking it, but at the same time, Harumasa's gifts were much more expensive. Would he start thinking you didnt value him enough to purchase expensive gifts?

After some time, Harumasa had finished changing and he met up with you again in the living room.

He was whining, again, about how being in the city for so long had tuckered him out. Oh.. and he definitely caught a fever because of the rain! Yes, that same day. Yes, within a few hours. It wasnt strange! Though... maybe it could be cured if you held him close for a while.

You'd sigh, indulging his dramatics. But... you also took this as a chance to show him your gift.

He was still laying down in your lap when he opened them all up. He was quiet for the first time today. And he spent the next few minutes meticulously reading through each one. Sometimes he'd even read the same one multiple times.

"You wrote all of these?"

You nodded. "They're not as expensive as your gifts... I can pay for our next dinner if you-"

He'd press a finger to your lips, obnoxiously shushing you.

"Ah ah ah, I won't hear another word. I like these very very much. And besides, it doesnt matter if it costed zero dennies or one million. I'd like whatever you gift me."

He'd look down at one of the letters again before rolling off of your lap. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. Then your nose, eyelid, and everywhere else he could.

"Thank you. They're really wonderful."

All of these events had you coming to the conclusion that your boyfriend was much more financially stable than he let on.

You'd never ask him outright, of course. You really didn't care about the number in his bank account, and it was also rude.

Never ask a man about his salary or.. something like that.

And of course, you'd never, ever! What was the point anyway?

One random afternoon, you ended up in his lap, watching a random cartoon that showed up on the TV, because Harumasa didn't like watching the news.

It was too boring and reminded him of meeting debriefs. And besides, if he wanted to know about something, he could just search it up himself, couldn't he?

That's when you popped the casual, innocent question.

"So, are you like... rich?"

There was an awkward silence for a little, and you almost became worried that maybe you had offended him somehow; that is until Harumasa bursted out laughing, and you'd instantly come to regret your question for another reason.

"Rich-? What makes you ask that?"

You began frantically trying to defend yourself. That you were just doing innocent online searches on the salaries of "Elite Frontline Agents" and whatnot, and that the numbers seemed high and that it was all out of a naturally developing, healthy curiosity!

"Looking up details about my job, huh? And here I thought my fans were my only stalkers..."

"I'm not a stalker!"

"You so are!"

You began to explain that you were only curious because Harumasa made a lot of... costly purchases.

He'd sigh, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Well, yes. What's the point of working a job if you aren't spending the money you earn? And even if I were rich.." he began, "I prefer the term 'financially comfortable'."

"Yes. Very financially comfortable..." you'd mumble, crossing your arms.

"What? Come on now, don't act like that. Isn't it a good thing? If I want something, I can get it. And besides, it means I get to spoil you, too."

"So you are rich?"

He'd hum, tracing a finger up your thigh. "You're putting words in my mouth.." he'd mumble. "That's quite rude, you know?"

"Sorry."

He chuckled at your apology before finally folding.

"Here, why don't I just leave it at this? If there's anything you have your eye on, just send me a text, 'kay? And maybe give me a few kisses, too. Then I promise, whatever it is that you want will become yours."

General Headcanons

First of all, the moment you two met Harumasa knew you are a spy. Come on now, he's responsible for Section 6's reconnaissance for a reason. In the main story he literally recognized the mercs are closing in on them by their shooting pattern alone. Are you kidding me.

Secrets out and from then on he'll rub it in your face that the Twilight was caught by an Executive Officer and through this process of endless teasing and "accidental meet ups" you two gotten quite close.

Yet despite making teasing the absolute daylight out of you his main mission. Harumasa would always comes to you for help with some missions of his. Come on! He has Twilight on speed dial! What kind of person would he be if he didn't abused use this power? The amount of times you have to pretend to be him for a meeting... too much to even bother counting..

Harumasa seems to have developed a habit since you two got together. One of which is how he looks like a wounded animal whenever you have to "be in a relationship" with someone. He's joking of course. But always seem to jump at the chance whenever Harumasa saw it.

But then again.. you're also using him for your own work as well. HAND has a lot of useful information and Departments. Having an insider on speed dial just make things ten times easier. In short both of you are using each other.. until it became something more as you two craves more with each interactions.

"You're cheating on me! I know I don't have much time, yet you--" "Darling, I am not seeing someone behind your back, it was a mission. We have this conversation before."

Endless teasing. Just endless.

By the way, are you a cat person? Well it doesn't matter you are a cat person now. Say hello to your son/daughter. Harumasa canonically has a cat, so..

Would jokingly as you to teach him some espionage with the excuse that it'll help him be a "more outstanding scout." You didn't, of course. Espionage is your thing. As if you'll let him steal your thunder like that.

Oh no. Harumasa isn't in the office again. He must have taken a sick leave. But how could he get another one? What? He has a doctor's note?

Yes, he would probably, maybe, say "please" a lot, just to get you to write him a doctor's note. Hey! Not his fault that your public image is a Psychiatrist! That just makes your notes 100% legal! And you are this awesome boyfriend of his right? So.. please~ he promise to give you kisses if you do write it~

Although Harumasa seems to know he can't use this trick a lot and uses it sparingly.

The proposal? It's the grenade proposal. I'm sorry but it's cute and it kinda fits ZZZ's world building. Both of you are running from the Ethereals and have gotten cornered. What a bad day it was. You were just about to propose when Harumasa got a call for a mission, since you don't want to waste any time. You decided to help your lover so that you can finally propose when all of these are done. But no, the universe hates you and decided to do this instead and damnit! You lost the ring! Cornered with nowhere else to go you spotted a grenade not to far away. Acting out of instincts you took it, pulling the pin and saying your vow as you put the "ring" on Harumasa's finger.

He ruthlessly tease you about the proposal though. Saying something like "Took you long enough. And here I thought I would die first before knowing the feeling of a ring on my finger." and, "A grenade pin? Seriously? How come those men and women you "marry" for a mission gets an actual ring while I--you're actual lover--only have this? I'm hurt!"

In the end you did get him an actual ring. As he deserved.

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Despite usually being seen slacking off. Harumasa works hard on his missions. After all, there's a reason as to why he's a member of Section 6. Naturally.

Yet he's not invincible. Harumasa knows that better than anyone else. Which is why he is now lying in the hospital bed with a sore throat and a heavy chest. It felt as if he were to somehow lie in a wrong way he'll start coughing out a lung. But he doesn't have to worry. He has [Name}. And that man would go full on doctor on him in a heartbeat.

"You're an idiot sometimes." [Name] sighs, sitting on the chair by his lover's bedside. He can't believe Harumasa had willingly injected that thing. Onto him like that. Sure, he understands. Harumasa can't let that thing exist in the world. But seriously?! Did he even think for one second what could have happened to himself if he weren't this lucky?! What if it's a one time thing?!

"You idiot." He whispers underneath his breath.

Harumasa really has to be careful.. because there's someone else back home who'd be heartbroken if anything happened to him.. and that person, is him. [Name] Forger.

For all of his time as a spy. No one had ever made him feel so.. complete. The thought of settling down never crossed his mind. But with Harumasa.. he might just consider it. But..

How is he supposed to settle when the one he loves is constantly on death's door?

[Name] snapped out of his thoughts the moment he registered the warm feeling on his hand. Harumasa's on top of his. Turning his head towards him, [Name] saw Harumasa giving him a reassuring smile. "I know.. but I'm your idiot."

"I was just resting my eyes." 

"So you admit you were taking a break?" 

He scratches the back of his neck. "Aha… no?"

She sighs, pinching the space between her brows, "If you're going to take a break now, all of your paperwork better be turned in by the end of the day."

"Whoa, really? Thanks, Tsukishiro! You won't regret this!"

She totally would, but she would regret it more if she didn't allow him to go. Watching him make a fool of himself while you were blind was torture. She'd rather lose a few hours of sleep completing his paperwork than watch another moment.

"Ah, Asaba, we're going on break at the same time? What a funny coincidence."

She physically facepalms, causing both your heads to snap her way. "Ahem… my apologies, there was a… bug. Don't mind me."

"Yeah, pretty crazy. I mean, what are the chances, right?" 

"It's almost like it was fate…" His heart practically skips a beat when you look at him and let out a giggle. "Well, just a silly thought! I'll be going now. Have fun on your break!"

He could only get out the start of his sentence before you promptly turned away, rushing towards the exit. Once you are gone, he lets out the loudest whine of his life. His upbeat posture deflates as he stares at the exit, jaw open. He only closes it when he hears the click of heels walking towards him.

"That was rather painful to watch." Yanagi places an awkward hand on his shoulder as some sort of means to comfort him.

"If you cringed by just watching it, imagine how I feel. I mean, seriously! How much more obvious do I have to get?"

Normally, Yanagi would not concern herself with her colleagues' personal lives, but the sight of his obvious pining and your obliviousness was giving her early wrinkles. "I find myself wondering the same thing." 

Harumasa groans, running his hand down his face in frustration. He turns to Yanagi, places both of his hands on her shoulders, and shakes her lightly. "You see it too? C'mon, you gotta help me!"

She squints her eyes, looking at him, and Harumasa shakes her more, letting out a crybaby 'Pleaseee.' She had already planned on helping him. Otherwise, she would not have walked up to him, but she can't lie; it was sort of fun seeing him fumble so much. Perhaps you were rubbing off on her.

"First of all, stop shaking me." He drops his hand faster than she's ever seen him move when overtime is on the line. "I'll help you—"

"Thank you, Tsukishiro! Seriously, you're the-"

"I wasn't finished," she clears her throat. "I'll help you, but you have to promise me a full week of your undivided attention. In other words, no slacking and no naps."

He deflates, letting out another loud groan. "I should have known it wouldn't be that easy…" His chair rolls backward as he slumps down, throwing his arm over his eyes. "It's hopeless… I'm going to die all alone."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine, you're lucky I'm feeling generous I'll cut it to three workdays."

He immediately brightens up, his posture straight, and he bats his eyelashes at Yanagi. "Really? You'd do that for little old me?"

"No. I'm doing it for Soukaku. She also wonders when you would finally confess."

"Oh… well, what's the plan?"

She immediately zeroes in. Harumasa follows suit, with a serious look on their face. Yanagi slams a piece of paper on his desk.

"Here's what I was thinking."

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When you return from lunch, you are greeted with an unusually focused Harumasa and no Yanagi in sight. You sigh as you walk towards your desk; the piles of papers seem never-ending. Unfortunately, the only way out is through.

A few minutes into the first page, you hear Harumasa let out a loud sigh. "This is sooo hard." He whines. You look up at him to see him already staring at you. "You gotta help me with this! I just can't seem to remember!"

"What do you need help with?"

"I cannot, for the life of me, remember what… time! Our last hollow investigation began.."

"It began at-"

"No! I mean, can you write it for me?" he coughs out. "I suddenly feel really sick." 

"I suppose if you are not feeling well… bring it here."

He scoots out of his chair, walking slowly with an exaggerated stagger. "Ah, I feel really dizzy. Can I rest on your shoulder?" He doesn't wait for an answer, rolling the chair from the empty desk next to you.

Your eyes widen. "Dizzy? Should I call in the doctor?" He places his hand on top of yours, stopping you from picking up your phone.

"No, no, I'll be fine." His head hesitantly creeps down, teetering on whether he should commit or not. Ultimately, he does. "I just need a moment."

"Oh…" A quick blush rose to your face as you grabbed the paper, which was… blank.

"Asaba, you—" 

You turn to look at him, expecting to be met with the view of his hair. Instead, you are greeted by his face, which is inches apart from yours.

"Yes?"

"You must be super sick! You gave me the wrong paper!" You fuss, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I'll inform Tsukishiro!"

"No, there's no need," he sighed. "I'm feeling better now." He gets up, walking back to his desk, head hanging low.

"Asaba…" you call out, tone a bit more serious. He turns around to face you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "You forgot your paper." 

"Right."

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"That didn't work?" Yanagi asked, her eyes wide.

"No! They just wanted to call you!"

"Hm… Well, they seemed worried; that's a start."

"I guess.." He slumps.

"Perhaps you should take a more direct approach. How about asking them on a date?"

"I practically did yesterday! Sharing a break with someone is a sacred thing, y'know!"

Suddenly, a cheerful voice chimes in, a bit muffled from a full mouth. "Why don't you give them candy!"

He looked at the Soukaku and then at Yanagi, who was deep in thought, muttering under her breath.  "Yes, that could work." Yanagi finally says, pushing up her glasses. "Why don't you give them a gift?"

"That's perfect! You guys are so smart; what would I do without you?" 

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The following day, you are greeted with a bundle of violets on your desk. It was certainly a strange gift. There was no note, just the flowers wrapped in heart-shaped plastic. You look around the room, noticing it was empty.

Maybe a fan left these? It wouldn't be surprising, considering they sometimes stand outside the building waiting to catch a glimpse of Section 6, but if it was from a fan, how could you know if it was for you? They definitely would not know which desk belongs to whom unless they were in the building. 

You shiver, throwing the flowers in a nearby bin. Then you grab your phone and call Yanagi. Not today, stalker.

What you didn't know is that Harumasa was watching in the nearby printer room. A card in his hands.

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"And then they threw them away! Right in front of me!"

"Hm, that is troubling…"

"I'm beginning to think they just don't like me."

"Cheer up, Harumasa!" Soukaku smiles, hugging him. Yanagi stood in front of the desk, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know what to do anymore." He exhales, standing up.

"Have you tried telling them directly?" Everyone snaps their heads to the source of the voice and is met with a pair of dark ears.

Harumasa's head drops back down, defeated. Walking to the door in an exaggerated slowness.. "Nah, I think this is it. I can take a hint."

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"Asaba likes you." You sputter on the water you had been drinking, causing your shirt to get wet.

"Miyabi!" You nervously laugh, drying your shirt with napkins from a nearby table. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Asaba likes you."

"Oh! Well, I like him too." Walking back towards your desk, you smile. . "Speaking of which, where is he? I haven't seen him or the others at all today." 

"No. Asaba likes you as more than a friend." She stops right in front of your chair, and you have to look up at her for the first time.

"Me too! He's pretty much my best friend!" Turning away from her, you gather a few papers left on your desk. "Miyabi, I have to go run these to another department. If the others come back, let them know that's why."

Miyabi watches as you walk by, letting out a sigh of her own. She know knows why Yanagi and Harumasa had been sighing at you these past three days. This was more difficult than she expected. Usually, a simple approach does the trick; less is more, after all.

"Well, that's it. I'm officially done." The other three members walk out from around the corner, a crushing look on their faces. He falls back on his chair and Miyabi is surprised it hasn't collapsed by how many times he has done that. "I'm sorry, Tsukishiro, but I'm gonna have to break our deal to sleep my sorrows away."

Soukaku speaks in a tearful tone. "Harumasa…" 

"It's okay, Soukaku.. Sometimes things just don't work out how we want them to."

She grips his hand and jumps up with determination. "No! You can't—" She pauses, tears welling in her eyes.

"Miyabi, have you seen the other pa-" You stopped in your tracks. Everyone was surrounding Harumasa's desk, sullen looks on their faces. 

"You can't give up your crush on—" She manages to get your name out before a hand on her mouth silences her.

All four of the members stare at you with shocked expressions. No one dares to speak up or move, too worried they might scare you off.

You stumble over your own tongue, a deep blush rising to your face. "Asaba has a crush on me?" and before Harumasa has the chance to ruin things for himself, the three other members speak up.

"Yes!" Their tone was almost annoyed. After all these attempts this is what it took? They aren't one to smoke but they'd be lying if they said they didn't need a cigarette right about now.

"Harumasa, is this true?"

He lets out a deep breath, "It is." Alright, here it comes; he's going to be rejected and—

"I like you too!" 

"WHAT?" You had to be kidding him. This whole time, he was trying to get your attention with gifts and outrageous gestures, and all it took was for you to overhear a conversation? He's pretty sure you just triggered a heart attack. Maybe he should retire, yeah.. that's what he'll do

"I like you too, Harumasa. I have for a while now."

"No way! You turned down all my advances!"

"You didn't make any advances?"

"Yes, I did!"

"No?"

"Yes? Remember that time I asked to go on break after you did?"

"I thought that was just a coincidence."

"What about the flowers?"

"You didn't leave me any flowers."

"I left violets on your desk, and you just threw them away!"

"I thought they were from one of those creepy fans."

"Miyabi literally told you how I felt!"

"How was I supposed to know she meant it romantically?"

Harumasa resisted the urge to tackle you. You were seriously spiking his blood pressure with your absurd reasoning. How could someone be so incredibly smart and dumb at the same time? He's not sure the gods could even answer that.

"You're so lucky you're you. I'd be running for the hills if it was anyone else."

"Does that mean you guys are dating now?" Soukaku asks, not a single thought behind her eyes.

You look at Harumasa, and for the first time, he knows what he must do. "Let's try this again. I have liked you forever, and now I know you do, so… can we date? Pretty please?" He asks that question with such enthusiasm that you're sure if he had a tail it would be wagging

"Of course, silly! All you had to do was ask!" Something clicks in Harumasa once he hears you say that.