#iwamura

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Hyuuga: He's always complaining about the random hugs and clinginess from you anyway, so when you stop doing it one day Hyuuga actually isn't all that bothered — he thinks, maybe, you finally decided to cool it a bit. He thought it meant you would be bothering him less, but when weeks go by and you still haven't greeted him with your usual death grip of a hug, he realizes you meant for the change to be permanent. It has him more upset than he would have originally thought and your explanation only manages to further confuse and upset him.

"Aren't you supposed to want to hold someone you like more?" he asks you, implying he wouldn't mind if you went back to doing that.

Kasamatsu: Prior to your confession, Kasamatsu already felt flustered every time you got touchy with him. He's not a very physically intimate guy in public, so the affection you showed him often left him red in the face and yelling in embarrassment. After your confession however, he's suddenly looking back on all those moments where you'd hugged him for a bit longer than necessary, where you'd let your fingertips graze over his skin, where you'd stared at him with what he now realized was longing. And he found himself missing the affection despite the embarrassment it brought him.

"You don't have to stop," he mumbles, looking away from you. It's not exactly a confession of his own, but it's enough for now.

Imayoshi: When you first started getting touchy with Imayoshi, he constantly teased you about being careful — he might fall for you, or vice versa, if you kept it up. After a while though, he began to think it was just part of your personality. After all, he wasn't the only person you got touchy with, you just took it a bit farther with him. He chalked it up to your long friendship with him and familiarity. Eventually he stops teasing you about it; you never reacted anyway so it was getting boring. The day you finally confess however, he's trying hard not to let you realize you'd caught him by surprise.

"Ah, see, I knew you would fall for me one day because of that," he teases. "But that's okay, because I was right about me, too."

Otsubo: The day you stopped outwardly showing him affection, Otsubo finds himself ranting to his younger sister — it was something he did often, actually. The two of you had been friends for so long, even his sister knew all the ins and outs to your personality. He was in the middle of a sentence, describing to her how you used to act before versus how you acted now, when it all seemed to suddenly click for him. Leaving his sister hanging, he goes to find you, shocking you when he asks you outright if you had deeper feelings for him.

"You don't have to hide them from me or stop what you were doing," he reassures. "Don't you know I've felt the same way?"

Okamura: He doesn't receive a lot of physical affection, romantic or platonic, so Okamura relished in every bit of affection you gave. If he was honest with himself, he would realize that the fleeting touches and lingering hugs had actually made him fall for you at some point. So when you suddenly stop giving him any affection one day, cutting him off cold turkey, he's upset and confused. He won't mention it at first, but after a while he starts to believe he's done something to upset you. When you reassure him it wasn't him and that you were simply being conscious of not taking advantage of him, well...

"You can take advantage of me!" he blurts before reddening as he realized what he said. "I mean. I like you, too. Please don't hold back."

Akashi: Being rather perceptive, it doesn't take Akashi long to realize why you were suddenly refusing to embrace him like you once did. He had started noticing the signs of your growing infatuation as soon as they started happening — the lingering glances, the soft blushes, the stuttered words — and he had been glad you'd finally caught up to the amount of affection he held for you. Maybe now you would be ready to take the relationship a step further. When you suddenly stopped giving him that affection however, he knew he had to clear up any confusion you may have had about his own feelings.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken," he explains. "Not once did I ever say I didn't enjoy your affection. If I'm being honest, I crave it."

Nijimura: As one of his dearest and longest friends, Nijimura never really minded when you would cling to his side or hold onto his arm or tangle your fingers with his. In fact, he found it endearing. When you suddenly start treating him differently, he's quick to pick up on the shift in your dynamic with him, though he doesn't exactly know why it's happening at first. After confronting you and hearing your confession, his once hardened expression softens into one of understanding and, if you were to look closely, you would probably see the light flush on his cheeks.

"Please don't push me away because your feelings for me have evolved." Asking for your affection back was clearly not beneath him.

Hanamiya: On the outside, it always looked like Hanamiya was annoyed with your clinginess, but other than his mother, you were the only person who would willingly embrace him, so he didn't mind it as much as he made it seem. He doesn't mention it at first when you suddenly stop, letting things play out naturally — he was convinced you'd start up again on your own anyway. Eventually weeks go by though and you still haven't hugged him. People start to notice that he seems more prone to anger because of it, like the simple hugs he got from you daily had been the last thing grounding him.

"Hah, that's why you stopped?" he asks after your confession. He's glaring at you. "Idiot, that's not a good enough excuse. Get over here."

Iwamura: If there was one thing that Iwamura liked about you, it was how forthcoming you always were with your affection. You never beat around the bush — if you wanted a hug, you would take one; if you wanted to hold his larger hand in yours, you would grab it. So when you suddenly stop, coming up with weak excuses as to why your attitude toward him had changed, he starts to press you further for a truthful answer. He's not surprised when you eventually confess your deeper feelings for him, having seen in coming, and he supposed now was as good a time as any to tell you about his own feelings.

"I appreciate you being honest with me," he murmurs, moving a hand to place it on your cheek. "Allow me to be honest with you now."

Nash: Similarly to Imayoshi, Nash teases you about your touchy feely attitude with him from the very beginning. He's relentless, never letting you get a simple hug in without making some remark about how you're falling head over heels for him. You think he's just joking — that he doesn't mean it all seriously — but the day you stop giving him those affectionate touches, his attitude seems to sour. He doesn't take long to track you down, asking you what your problem was and if you didn't want to associate with him anymore. Your confession has his mood changing just as quickly as prior.

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Kiyoshi

The sway of the subway made his eyes heavy but Kiyoshi couldn’t relax, going over and over his last conversation with you. As much as he knew it impossible, humans are flawed after all, he always tried to make sure not to let the day’s irritations bleed into how he treated you. But today, today had been really bad. He’d missed the subway and been late to physical therapy which was always oh so much fun but this round had been terrible. His knee throbbed, his back hurt, and it felt like everything he’d tried to do had gone to crap.

Then you’d called to check on what he wanted for dinner and he snapped. Over nothing, he all but growled for you to figure it out yourself.

The subway came to a stop and he stood, making his way slowly up the stairs and onto the street. When he reached home, he winced, certain he wasn’t emotionally stable enough to properly apologize but you didn’t deserve that.

He’d barely touched his key to the lock, when you opened the door. But instead of the look of anger or sadness he was expecting, you smiled warmly and embraced him around his waist. Somewhat startled, he hesitated but then drapped his arms around your back. The two of you stood there for a moment, just breathing in the scent of one another.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the crown of your head.

“I know, it’s ok, come on, dinner’s ready.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him through the living room to the dining table upon which sat red bean buns and salad. He pulled you up short, sliding his arms around your waist and burying his face against your neck, practically engulfing your small frame. Sometimes he forgot how drastic your height differences were.  “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

He felt you inhale, hands caressing over his own. “We all have bad days, Teppei,” you replied, giving them a squeeze. “I don’t expect you to be perfect all the time, that’s impossible.”

He nodded against your skin, planting a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Now, come on, let’s eat before these get cold and then we’ll ice your knee while I give you a massage.”

Nebuya

Finally home, Nebuya collapsed on the couch with a long, loud sigh. He didn’t think days could be this bad. How was he going to tell you he’d lost his job? And for something that wasn’t really even his fault! At least, not that he’d broken that stuff on purpose! His large body just didn’t work in small places and the boxes were stacked too close together to begin with. He sighed again, hand covering his eyes. It wasn’t even that he liked the job all that much, but money was tight and he needed to pull his own weight.

When the door opened again, his removed his hand, watching as you hung up your keys and toed off your shoes. Turning, you exclaimed, “Eikichi! I didn’t expect you to be home yet, did you get off early?”

Nebuya felt his throat go dry, dread of what he had to confess welling up in his chest and it must have shown in his expression because you were hurrying towards him, concern etched on your face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you asked taking one of his large hands in both of yours. He stared at them, marveling again at how he could engulf both so easily.

Forcing himself to look up, he grunted, “I…I got let go.”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, it wasn’t like you were an unreasonable person, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from widening when you moved forward to kiss him. As you caressed his cheek, he leaned into your touch, thankful you were so understanding.

“They didn’t treat you well there, sweetie. It’ll be ok, you’ll find another job.” His eyes met yours again and saw them brighten. “Why don’t you go back to that gym? Maybe they have a position open now!”

He nodded, feeling the tightness in his chest loosen the longer you stroked his face.

Standing, you tugged at his hand. “Come on, we’re going out for ramen and ice cream. You need a pick me up!”

He stood, throwing his arms around your waist and drawing you into a huge hug, your feet lifting off the ground making you giggle. “All I need for a pick me up is to pick you up,” he said and your bright easy laughter melted the rest of his stress away.

Okamura

He was sure if he didn’t get home soon, he was going to lose it. It felt like everything and everyone he encountered were determined to make his day get worse and worse. And the kids had been especially troublesome, some tiff between the captain and vice captain causing a divide that he had no idea how to fix for his team. It made him question whether he should even continue coaching.

Bursting through the door, he all but slammed down his bag, chest heaving as he tried to will away the urge to break down.

“Kenichi, sweetheart, is that you?”

He looked up to watch your lilith figure make way towards where he leaned against the door, barely keeping his tears at bay. When you reached him, he almost shied away, ashamed you were seeing him so weak. Not that you weren’t already aware of his proclivity to be emotional, but it still made him uncomfortable from time to time.

Without a word, you knelt down, untying his sneakers and removing them. You slipped on his house shoes, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m going to get a hot bath started for you,” you said spinning on your heel to head to the bathroom. “You go get out of those clothes and it’ll be ready soon enough.”

Okamura did as told, shuffling to your shared room and stripping down. He already felt a bit calmer just by removing some remnants of a thoroughly screwed up day. Landing heavily on the bed, he waited until you called him to the bathroom.

“Now, get in there and relax, I’m going to cook dinner and if you want to, we can talk about it. If not, that’s ok too.”

He sighed a thanks, easing his large body carefully into the tub but he needn’t worry; you always got the temperature just right and filled it just enough so that he was covered but not overflowing the edge.

He didn’t know what he’d done to obtain the luck that made you his, but he thanked the stars he did.

Iwamura

Shoulders dipped and head hung low, Iwamura made his way home on the train, tugging loose the uncomfortable tie around his neck. Why couldn’t he find a distributor of suits more…well…suited to his large frame? He rubbed his temple, trying to will his headache to go away. The day had been hell, his manager making yet another stupid call on a project and when he’d given his opinion had basically been told to keep his mouth shut; and it wasn’t the first time. How the guy had obtained his position, Iwamura had no idea. He was clueless, constantly making bad decisions then blaming the inevitable poor outcome on those below him.

As his stop came into view, his eyes widened at the sight of you, standing on the platform.

He exited, making his way quickly to your side. Before he could ask, you had your arms around his neck, lips planting a kiss to his own. Pulling back he cupped your face, looking down into your eyes. “What…what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.

“You sounded like you could use a night of relaxing so I booked us a room at that osen like hotel. You know the one? It’s got private baths and everything!”

He chuckled, trailing his fingers down your neck to grasp your shoulder. “So you could tell, huh?”

“Of course I could tell, Tsutomu!” you chided, slapping his massive arm playfully. “We’ve been together so long sometimes it’s like I can read your mind!” You grabbed his hand, tugging his massive frame up the stairs. “Now come on, we have a lot of relaxing to get to and I don’t want to waste another minute here!”

Iwamura: “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying it.” Kicking at the waves underneath his toes, Iwamura watched his companion carefully. “Though I don’t think you should be eating while swimming.”

She had been stuffing her face with some grilled squid he had brought, thinking it’d be the perfect opportunity to get her out of the water and share some lunch. Of course, she’d somehow found a loophole around that plan and convinced him to let her eat while she swam about.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said thought a mouthful. “I eat and swim all the time. It won’t make me sick or anything.”

Imwamura shook his head despite the small smile that was on his lips. How could he have fallen for someone so obsessed with the ocean? He wondered if she’d forever make it difficult for him to coax her out.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be there with you,” she said, sensing his discomfort. “But it’d be pretty difficult for me to get up there without some serious magic.” The splash of the waves had drowned out her last few words and Iwamura didn’t get a chance to ask her to repeat herself before she was gone under the water.

Okamura: He had never met a girl who didn’t know what daisies were. When Okamura brought a bouquet of them with him to the beach that day, he hadn’t expected the need to explain what the simple flowers were. He hadn’t expected the need to explain what flowers were in general.

“These are so lovely,” she said, taking a deep inhale as she pressed the soft petals against her nose. “And you’re telling me all flowers smell sweet like this?”

“Most of them.” Okamura didn’t know what to make of that comment. Instead of beating around the bush or letting it go though, he decided to ask, “How come you’ve never seen flowers before?”

For a moment there was only silence as the sound of the waves lapping at the shore was the only thing to fill the air. She dug her toes into the sand slightly, burying them beneath her like she was trying to hide her feet. He was beginning to think he’d asked something insensitive when she finally answered.

“I should probably tell you about where I’m from,” she said, turning to face him with a grimacing smile. “I guess the first thing is that flowers don’t really grow down there.”

Nebuya: He’d been floating on his back in the ocean water when he first bumped into her. The sudden impact had startled him, if only by a little bit if he was the one telling the story, and he floundered around for a bit trying to catch his bearings for a while. After that, they always met at that beach, always out in the water, and always away from the shore.

“How come you won’t go with me to grab lunch on the pier,” Nebuya asked one day. “There’s a great ramen place I know.”

Her eyes moved to go look at the shoreline and all the people that were standing about. She furrowed her brow and he wondered if she was simply to shy to leave when all the tourists were around. In made Nebuya wonder how she’d ever gotten in the water in the first place.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go,” she finally said after a while. “But rather that I don’t think that I can.” At his look of confusion, she decided to elaborate. “I haven’t exactly left the water before.”