#kaji

“ren, we could just buy one…” you murmured in between kisses. “no, i need something sweet in my mouth right now.” he stubbornly argued. 

he bit and sucked on your bottom lip as if you were his lollipop, and gripped your jaw to keep your head in place while he continued devouring your mouth, exploring your cavern as you melted into him, kissing him back with fervor and passion, the faint taste of sugar from his previous lollipop still lingering on his lips.

the kisses that you shared with kaji ranged from soft and gentle, to gradually escalating to being incredibly needy and passionate, leaving you breathless and head being filled with only him, like you are now, completely in the moment.

“ren…” you gasped, feeling his hands roaming your thighs, fingers slightly under the hem of your skirt, and at the same time his body is pressed up so closely against yours. you let out a small whimper. “we can’t…” 

“just a little more, i need my sugar fix…” he couldn’t bring himself to stop, and you didn’t have enough self-control to pull him away from you, as kaji’s kisses and touches felt too good, and how could he resist how sweet you looked and tasted? it’s like he was addicted to you, the craving he felt for you was even stronger than his craving for his lollipops. 

you two pulled away for a little bit for air but what kaji saw before him knocked the air right out of his lungs.

standing at a distance was umemiya, his hand covering his mouth after he had let out a tiny gasp. beside him was hiragi, whose jaw dropped to the ground as he fumbled in his pockets frantically looking for his stomach medications.

as bad as it sounded, you two were so focused and entangled in pleasure that it did not even occur that someone could possibly walk in, regardless if this was after school and mostly everyone had went home or gone on patrol. you and kaji pushed each other away like you were on fire. well, your cheeks were, anyway, burning so intensely from the huge blush that formed on it.

“ah, young love.” umemiya gushed. kaji was so frantic, that his eyes widened like saucers. 

“i was going to ask if you could take charge of patrol tomorrow, kaji. but it seems you’re already taking charge of something else…” hiragi cleared his throat and tried to hold back his amusement from the sheer look of shock present on kaji’s face. they both enjoyed teasing kaji, it seems. you were definitely in shock as well, as you bowed your head multiple times in apology to both umemiya and hiragi. 

they both told you it was absolutely fine, and hiragi apologized as well for walking in on both of you too, conking umemiya on the head with his fist for chuckling about how “grown up” kaji was now.

kaji, who had no idea what to say or how to react or how to look anyone in the eye ever again, quickly put on his headphones, grabbed your hand by the wrist and ran off with you, heading off to the convenience store to stock up on lollipops. lesson learned: never run out of them ever again. (although, the real lesson learned should be: don’t get caught making out in public ever again).

ꕤ bonus ꕤ

the two of you decided to head to kaji’s house, an air of tension still looming over both of you from the embarrassment of being caught by umemiya and hiragi. while seated on his bed, kaji looked over at you like he wanted to say something but he stopped himself from doing so. 

you tried to lighten up the vibe with your humor. “by the way, i made sure to lock the door. i don’t think umemiya and hiragi would randomly walk into your bedroom, ren.” you placed your hand on top of his reassuringly. kaji finally looked up and his eyes met yours. deep down, he felt ashamed not just because the two of you got caught, but because the image of you in that state and your blissed out facial expression was supposed to be for kaji's eyes only.

“would…you like to continue from where we left off?” he asked, while you giggled and embraced him tightly. “hmm, where were we?” you grabbed kaji by the collar of his hoodie and pulled him in to give him another round of kisses. 

“I already added my contact, so you don’t need to bother with that! Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll help you with transferring all the others from your old phone too – only if you want me to, of course.”

That’s also what Sakura likes about you. You never make a great deal out of it because you know he’s embarrassed that he can’t do the same thing for you. 

That is, except for that first time when he let it slip that he felt…guilty. Inadequate. Undeserving.

“But you already give me the whole world, Sakura,” you'd argued.

"Huh?"

“I mean, why would I want you to buy me a new phone when I can just do that myself? You don't need to do that for me to love you – no, I just love you for being you!” you'd beamed, slinging your arms across his neck and peppering his face with kisses.

“Huh?!” Sakura just knows his face must've rivalled the colour of Umemiya’s tomatoes in late summer. “That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense, silly!”

And then, you’d laughed, and Sakura remembers thinking that it might just be the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

🫖Suo Hayato🫖

Suo immediately knows you’re from a well-off family the first time he lays his eye on you.

It’s the way you move, your spine always straight and your chin held high, your steps small and graceful, making it look like you’re almost floating over the ground. It’s the clothes you wear, made from the finest silk and decorated with embroideries so small and delicate that he thinks he could spend hours just tracing the thin, golden lines. It’s the way you speak, words woven with such politeness and elegance that most people wouldn’t know if you were praising them or offending them.

Still, it’s not your posture, or your clothes, or the way you speak which makes Suo fall for you so hard that there’s no coming back from it.

No, it’s your smile.

Yes, he knows it sounds ridiculous – like something taken out of a bad romance novel. But it’s the truth. And anyone’s who’s been on the receiving end of one of your smiles will understand.

Your lips curl in the most beautiful way. Your eyes light up, making the entire room seem brighter, the colours less dull and the shadows less ominous.

And once he gets to know you better, it’s all the little things that make his love for you grow even more. Steadily, but powerfully, like the tides following the call of the moon. 

So, as soon as someone just as much as insinuates that he’s only together with you because of your wealth…well, Suo doesn’t take kindly to that.

His eye will harden, his jaw set, and his fists clench until his knuckles turn white and by then, only your voice or your fingers tracing invisible lines over his curled fists will bring him back from the burning rage clouding his vision.

It’s another thing entirely when someone insults you. His rage isn't burning then, but cold, so cold that it makes his surroundings drop several degrees in temperature. At that point, he doesn't think anything can bring him back from that calm, dangerous place his mind wanders.

It doesn’t matter if it’s to your face, or his face, or behind your backs – but if anyone so much as whispers one bad word about you…well, then they’ve brought their misfortune upon themselves.

It starts out as the typical gang fight during him and Sakura’s afternoon patrol around Makochi.

But then, he hears it.

“Tch. It’s that rich-ass bitch’s boyfriend. You think he’ll bring in a nice ransom if we capture him? Or maybe, if he's out of the picture, do you think she’d go out with me instead? I bet she’ll just--”

But he doesn’t get to say any more than that. Because just then, Suo lands a kick right to his face, knocking out several teeth and breaking his nose with a loud, wet, squelch.

There’s something dark swirling in his eye as he grabs the gang member by the collar of his jacket and then brings down his fist. Again and again and again and again.

“…”

“…Suo…”

“…cut it out!”

“Suo!”

“SUO!!!”

Sakura’s roar brings him back to his senses. He pauses, glancing down at the long since passed out gang member. Then, he looks up at Sakura.

Sakura looks angry, but not surprised. No, this isn’t the first time Suo has lost it when someone has offended you.

“I promised you I wouldn’t tell her the last time,” Sakura begins, “but this can’t keep happening. I know you’re pissed and I am too, but dammit, can’t we just focus on beating the rest of these guys and then leave it at that?”

Suo is silent for a moment. A dangerous form of silence that makes the small hairs on the back of Sakura's neck rise and sends shivers down his spine.

And then, Suo throws back his head, tassel earrings swishing around his shoulders as he lets out a short-breathed laugh. “Of course, Sakura-kun. You’re right.”

He unceremoniously lets go of the gang member who falls limply onto the paved street. Then, he turns on his heels, proceeding to calmly make his way over to the rest of the stunned gang members.

He smiles at them, teeth glinting in the harsh afternoon sun. “You're right, Sakura-kun," he repeats, voice soft like the silk of his jacket. "This isn’t the time to just punish one of them.”

🩷Kiryu Mitsuki🩷

Kiryu always imagined that when he someday got a partner, it’d be him spoiling them rotten. Like, what else is he supposed to use his ridiculous amount of continuously growing pile of pocket money on, gifted to him by his father as some sort of compensation for being so pathetically lacking in every other aspect of parenting?

Yes, Kiryu had always imagined it’d be him taking his partner on extravagant dates and pay for every meal. To take them to the amusement park maybe, or to the arcade so that he could use a thousand attempts on getting that one specific plushie they so wanted without thinking twice of the expense.

Never in his life had he imagined that he’d end up with someone even more well off than he is, as hard to believe as that is.

In the beginning, it had felt wrong. He wanted to be the one to spoil you. He wanted to pay for your fancy matcha lattes and strawberry cream crepes, for your dresses and jewellery and make-up when you went shopping together. 

He doesn’t want to pay for you just because you’re a girl – God no, he hates antiquated gender roles. No, he guesses it’s because, growing up, it was the only form of affection he was ever subjected to himself and thus, the only way he knows of.

But as he’s slowly growing comfortable in your relationship – with every afternoon spent playing gacha games and using either his or your father’s credit card to pay for pulls and rolls, with every evening stroll through the traditional gardens surrounding either yours or his family’s estate (he prefers yours, only because then, he doesn’t have to deal with his obnoxious father), with every trip to the arcade where you see who can get each other the biggest, cutest, fluffiest plushie first – he learns that it’s not about spending money.

It's about doing all the fun and silly and beautiful things together. With you. Whether it be playing gatcha games or tag, strolling through private extravagant gardens or public parks, going to the arcade to spend money or just to run around and look at all the sparkly prizes behind thick, impenetrable plexiglass.

As long as you’re with him, it doesn’t matter who’s supposed to do what and who’s supposed to pay for whom.

So, when you many years later fall to one knee, presenting him with two matching rings he just knows cost more than the yearly income of a normal household, he doesn’t think it’s strange or weird or improper that it’s not him kneeling in front of you.

Because gender roles be damned, and Kiryu’s never been more happy in his life than he is when he answers,

“Yes.”

🍑Kaji Ren🍑

Kaji thinks the hoodies you buy him look exactly like the ones he used to wear before he met you.

He'd told you it was ridiculous – that he didn’t need another grey hoodie to who knows how many tens of thousands of yen from some designer boutique he’s been too intimidated to even step foot into before. But you’d insisted, with those large, pleading eyes of yours, and of course he couldn’t deny you anything.

And after wearing his new hoodie for some time, he notices it. The way the sleeves don’t start fraying at the edges, how the colour never seems to fade even after many many washes, and how soft the inside is, making it feel like it’s almost lined with cotton candy.

So, he can accept the hoodies.

Fine. 

But then, all the other things start piling up.

The carefully packaged peaches delivered in boxes so pretty that he doesn’t dare throw them out. They’re just piling up in his room, neatly stacked in a corner. The expensive hair products you buy him, claiming that if he insists on dying his hair so often, then he should at least make sure it’s kept in the best shape possible.

And then of course, there’re the trips.

You know he loves amusement parks, so you’ve made it a habit to bring him with you around the country. To Disneyland. Universal Studios Japan. Fuji Q Highland.

You even bring him to Ghibli Park one weekend. It’s first later that he finds out you’d stayed up late every night for a whole month just to get those limited, first-come first-serve tickets – something not even money could buy.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” he grumbles once he finds out – from one of your friends who’d told Anzai who’d told Sakura who’d told him.

“But I wanted to!” you beam unapologetically. You’re looking at your phone, legs swinging back and forth as they tend to do whenever you’re excited about something.

“I think we’ve tried just about every amusement park within a day’s travel from here,” you hum after some time, scrolling through your phone with a thoughtful expression. “So, I thought next time, we could maybe do an entire weekend trip?”

Kaji shakes his head. “No really, it’s fine, we don’t have to--”

“Or, since the holidays are coming up, we could go to South Korea maybe! Or overseas – then, we can test if Universal Studios Hollywood is just as fun as Universal Studios Japan!”

You glance up at him, smiling so brightly that Kaji’s heart melts at the sight.

He lets out a huff.

He just can’t deny you anything, can he?

── .✦ SAKURA.H » Sakura Haruka is the what most students of the prestigious Tsukinomori Academy for girls would expect from a Furin boy. » Black and white hair, hetrochromia, a straightforward personality. All you hear about this guy are whispers on how unruly and immature he must be. How his need to fight makes him a disgrace. » Well if he is such a disgrace why did he save you? » You were simply walking home from school one day, when a creep starts following you home. Fear settles in as you feel him tap your shoulder, but when you turn around you see something odd. Unexpected. » You see the creep laying in the ground, and that ‘disgraceful, unruly,’ Furin boy standing infront of you facing the man on the ground. » When you try to thank him he turns bright red. So you decide to treat him out to Omurice instead. » Nowadays he acts as your body guard. Coming home with you to ‘make sure those weirdos get what they deserve.” » And with each day passing you fall deeper and deeper in love with the black and white haired boy. Or should you say your boyfriend?

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“Hey Sakura-kun!” I run up to him, he turns around and waves at me as I stand next to him. His mouth breaks into a soft smile as I approach. My formal uniform contrasting his simple attire. He wraps his finger around my school bag, trying to take it from my grasp. “I can carry my own bag Sakura.”

“Let me carry it, least I can do for you treating me to eat,” He says prying my hands off my bag. I giggle as I let him take the bag. I slip my fingers inbetween his own, interlocking our hands. His face turns bright red, still unsure about this whole ‘relationship thing.’ I offer him a reassuring smile. He smiles back. So, we make our way towards Cafe Pothos. A cafe far enough from my school. Away from prying eyes.

Unfortunately, being from two vastly different school means we have to hide these little rendezvous. We have to meet up at a small shop far from either of our school. Walk between alleyways. Wear a spare change of clothes underneath our uniforms to easily change and hide our schools. A Furin boy and a Tsukinomori girl? That’s like a waltz between a devil and an angel.

“Then she told the teacher that Koko didn’t do the work!” Sakura nods at the information. If there is anything I have learnt about Sakura-kun, it’s this. He loves gossip. He will listen for hours to me talk about random acts the girls at school have got up to, and make comments occasionally. This is one of the many reason I have fallen for him. He listens.

“I think Koko should just leave the group and join yours then. Why should she let her senpai’s treat her so bad?” Sakura adds as he pushes the door open. I nod in agreenment as we walk into the familiar cafe. The warmth warming up my chilly body. The familiar smile from Kotoha makes me smile. I was about to take another step when Sakura freezes. 

He pushes me behind him. Eyes wide. He grabs my hand and tries to lead me out. Confusion surges through me.

“Sakura? What? Where are we going?” 

“Quick befor-“

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting to see you here! I thought you said you were busy?” My heart stops. Eyes wide as I try to collect myself. Turning around I am face with a table of some of my closest friends. Friends who embody the Tsukinomori image. Friends who expected the same from me. Friends whose eyes are now focused on the way mine and Sakura’s hands are interlocked. 

“Oh I don’t recall you mentioning you were going to be here.” I force a smile onto my face, before dragging Sakura closer to their table. Heart pounding. What are they thinking? As their eyes scan my boyfriend, I can feel sakura’s hand and face start to warm up. 

“Yeah we were just exploring this side of town, then we saw this cute cafe how can we resist? You know how we are! How you are.” She presses a smile to her face. “We always tend to go for cute things. But I guess you take ‘things’ as code for man?” 

My heart hammers within me. I could lie and say he’s my cousin? No that’s just gross. I could let go of his hand and play it off? I can feel Sakura sharing that thought by trying to let go of my hand. In response, I squeeze it tighter.

Why are we so afraid? Why should we hide this love? I love Sakura Haruka. He loves me back. Why should I be ashamed of it? So with a genuine smile I face my friends and introduce him. 

“Oh I forgot to introduce you guys! This is my boyfriend, Sakura Haruka!” I say smiling. I could feel how their stares turn laser sharp. Judgement piercing through the air. Some of them seem shocked. Some seem to be in disbelief. Some seem disgusted. Sakura on the other hand is blushing bright red and looking away from the group of girls. Barely able to face my own gaze. 

“Boyfriend? What did you have to pay him for him to agree?” One of them says giggling. “You know you don’t need to stoop so low just to get a man.” 

Another girl nods, “Don’t lower your standards that much Y/N.” For some reason that fills me with anger. Lower my standred? If anything my standard increased when I got with Sakura. Before I would settle for any guy who practices basic hygiene. He’s taught me to find a man who cares, protects, and loves you right. I squeeze Sakura’s hand harder as I glare at the table. 

“I did not pay him, nor did I lower my standards for him. I’m with Sakura because I love him.” Most seem convinced, whilst the two that spoke out look at me as if I’m joking. So what do I do when people doubt me? I prove them wrong.

I turn to face Sakura, face bright red. I get up on my tip toes, using the table as support and press a soft quick kiss to his lips. Feelings of joy spread through me as he stand there in shock. His face redder than before. Yet still unbelievably cute. Adorable.

My friends reactions of either adoration or disgust play in the background. Most friends seem happy that I found love. Some seem disgusted that it was with a Furin boy. Do I care? Not really. Why should I care about what everyone else thinks when I have something so amazing? Why should I give up something for their approval. Why should I hide something that makes me happy?

Something as amazing as Sakura Haruka.

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── .✦ Nirei.A » Nirei Akihiko is the type of guy, that without his Furin uniform no one would bat an eye. An adorable sweet face with fluffy blonde hair. There’s not a drop of malice in the boy. » Unfortunately the Furin uniform stains his name like blood stains statin sheets. » You would be lying if you said seeing him in Furin uniform for the first time didn’t make you wanna run away. » What if one of your friends saw you? What if they start rumours? What if one of your class representative saw you? » When you first found out you tried to limit hanging out with Nirei while he was in school uniform. » Hiding from his afterschool, trying to meet on the weekend, or on hot days when he had to take off his Furin jacket. » But what seem to impress you was how Nirei was still the sweet boy who chased you down to return your fallen phone. He’s still the guy who refuses to let you pay. He’s still the same guy who you fell in love with. » He always talks so highly of Furin and other student you can’t tell him what girls at your school say about them. » So what do you do when he asks?

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“Sakura-san and Suo-san were so cool at saving that girl today!” Nirei continues to talk about the day he has had, and how him and his friends saved a girl from trouble. The more and more I talk with Nirei the more it seems that Furin isn’t the unruly school that I have been told it is. No. It’s filled with gentlemen. “I stood back and when this guy charged at me I duck down and he tripped over me! I call it the roly poly technique. Suo-san taught it to me.”

Nirei’s eyes always shine whenever he talks about Furin. His motions animated. A smile so bright it could blind me. He talks of Furin as if it is Heaven. A place where delinquent use their power for good. To protect the people of the town. Only if the girls at my school could see him talk about Furin. Maybe then I can stop hiding.

“But strangely enough, the girl seemed kinda grossed out by us. Before we finished fighting of the guys she ran away. And when she first saw us she seemed to be in even more fear. Maybe she’s new to town and don’t know who Bofurin is?” Nirei shrugs as we continue walking along the river. But a small pout appears on his face. His sadness tugs at my heartstrings “It’s odd since this is the third time this has happened!” I cock my head to the side in interest. A slight fear pools in my stomach.

What if this girl, and the other two, were Tsukinomori students? What if they were wearing their uniform? What if he learns what we think of them? What if-

“L/N? Are you ok? You seem confused,” Nirei waves a hand in front of my face as I snap back into reality. I offer a small smile to reassure him. I also nod my head.

“Sorry I was just thinking about who could possibly hate Furin!” I say. It isn’t exactly a lie. A half-truth. Just a few details left out from the equation. Nirei nods his head before looking at the small notebook in his hand. Eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I know! The weirdest part is that they were all wearing a similar uniform.” Oh no. No no no. Please say it’s another academy. Perhaps Eden? Any academy would work. Just please not Tsukinomori. “A uniform that looks a lot…

…. Like yours”

Panic rushes through me as I stare at him. I shook my head and laugh nervously. I look away hoping he doesn’t ask the question I’ve been dreading to hear. “What? No there’s a bunch of schools with a black blazer and black skirt and white shirt! Yes like like,” my rambling stops as I realize our uniform is unique. Identifiable at even a moments glance. Curse the designers.

“But I doubt other school’s would have your school crest on them?” My eyes widen as I listen to him. Curse Nirei and his attention to detail! “So I’ve been meaning to ask you L/N,” we halt by the river, underneath one of the bridges. He looks at me, his eyes serious.

“What do the girls at your school think of Furin?”

Dread overwhelms me think about how I could respond. Wouldn’t his heart break at the thought of someone hating his school? He already seems so disappointed over the fact a few students were merely disgusted by him. How would he react if I am to tell him that it’s not just a few student. But a whole school.

But doesn’t he deserve to know? He is wearing that uniform. He deserves to know how people see him. Whether or not it breaks his heart doesn’t matter. He deserves to know. No. He needs to know.

So, I surrender the truth. I look at him. I sigh before admitting my peers true feelings about their school. “Most girls think Furin is an unruly place for delinquents. A place where violence rules. Most girls look down on Furin, thinking of the students as nothing more than bugs. Others are scared of you guys. Even some teachers think of your guys as immature,” I try to read Nirei’s expression. Yet it was like reading a foreign language. His true feeling concealed by a blank stare. The silence between us is deafening. Is he upset? Will he stop hanging out with me now? Does he hate me? My thoughts stop when I finally hear him ask.

“So then, what do you think of Furin?” His voice earnest. He looks at me with questioning eyes. His expression filled with curiosity and perhaps a little fear. I look down at my hands. What do I think of Furin? With my peers I’ve always expressed hating Furin and thinking the same but do I really?

“I’m not asking for the answer you tell your classmates about their opinion on Furin,” Nirei says to me, as if he could read my mind. “It’s kinda obvious that you would agree with them..” he says with a smile. “But I’m not interested in that.” He takes a step closer and looks at me.

“I’m interested in you.”

My face heats up at the close proximity and his words. I collect myself before looking back at him. Knowing my answer. Knowing what I really think of Furin.

“I think Furin is not what the girls at school describe. I think Furin is an amazing place. The way they use skills that are shamed by many to help? Thats nothing short of impressive. You save and help so many people. The townspeople are grateful to you guys. They love you guys. I love you guys.” His face is nothing short of joy. A smile so bright it could blind me. His blonde hair basically glowing in the sunlight. He looks adorable. Cute. Amazing. He looks like the person I love. The person I can’t keep hiding my feelings from.

“I love you”

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── .✦ Suo.H » Suo Hayato is the only Furin student you could bring to Tsukinomori Academy without any judgement » The mere way he stands have the girls in your class knowing that he more of a gentlemen than any their own boyfriends » Suo would wait for you by the gates of your school, smiling politely at any of your friends that pass by. » He could single handedly get rid of the stigma around his school. » Of course, at first people judged him. Why wouldn’t they? A delinquent with an eye patch who is also a gentlemen? That’s something unthinkable » Even despite your desperate pleas for him to stay away from your school [ It was no secret to him that your school hated his ], he still showed up every day and treated you like a princess. Before long everyone started to warm up to him. Many girls started to get jealous of yours and his relationship. » Especially after you two started dating

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“Seriously Y/N! Where did you ever find Suo-san?” One of my friends asks as we pack up. A harmony of agreed confusion surrounds me as I pick up my bag. I hum in false thinking. I’ve told them countless times.

I was merely minding my own buisness when a bunch of guys came to annoy me. Asking me for my number, or for a date. I was getting cornered. They took my look of fear as consent as they tried to grab my hand. Just before their nasty hands could get on me, they were in the floor. With an eye-patched Furin boy standing before them.

“Yeah Y/N! He’s always waiting you after school. My boyfriend never shows up! Too busy watching football apparently,” My other friend says sighing. She leans her weight against me as we make our way out of the classroom. “I’m starting to think he loves those soccer guys more than me.”

“Well at least your boyfriend tells you why he’s not going to show up! My boyfriend just rejected my idea,” The girls around me start to complain about their boyfriend. How they have to beg for them to show up. How they have to beg for flowers. How they have to beg for the slightest bit of affection.

I’ve known for a while that Suo isn’t just a green flag. What most people call princess treatment, he’ll call it the bare minimum. If Suo were to hear about how my friends’ partners treat them, he would be having some conversation with these men. A conversation with fists.

I walk next to my friend at the back of the group when we reach the school gate. I could hear my friends audible gasp as they turn to face me. I feel their hands on me as they start to push me towards whatever was so shocking.

“What, stop pushing me what’s so-“ Then I see it. Their reaction is the only right one for such a sight. My heart blossoms as I look infront of me. A smile breaks into my face as I run closer to my new favourite image.

My boyfriend carrying a bouquet of flowers.

It isn’t any ordinary bouquet of flowers. Red roses line the outside of the shape. Forget-me-nots are sprinkled through the arrangenment. Carnations fill up the center of the shape. Red lilies complete the bouquet like the red bow at the stems of the flowers. Yet the most impressive flower are none of the above. It’s my favourite flower, sitting in the very middle of the bouquet. A bouquet shaped like a heart

Each flower represents love in their own way. True love, undying love, passionate love. Ever since I’ve been with Suo, he’s told me countless flowers and their meanings, so there is no way this was unintentional. The sweet smile on his face only proves the point.

“Hi Y/N! I got these for you,” I rush over to hug him, mumbling a chant of I love you over and over. He hugs me back with his right arm, his left too busy holding the lovely flowers. The smile on my face never faltering as he pats my head affectionately. “I’m guess you like them?”

“I love them! Their beautiful! You really didn’t have to,” I take hold of the flowers as my school bag slips into his hands. I trace over the outline of the heart. It truly is a sight to see. “There isn’t even a special occasion today, why did you get me these?”

“Does it have to be a special occasion for me to want to buy my gorgeous girlfriend some flower?” He smiles at me. Not one of those closed-eye polite smile. A genuine smile. One where his eyes closes slightly from how much he was smiling down at me. My heart only beats faster from his words. He grabs on to my hand and kisses it. He tugs on it slightly, signaling he want to depart.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I wave goodbye to my friends as they shout out various way to bid me farewell. Including a ‘use protect!’ And ‘Love you too darling!’ The latter one making Suo frown ever so slightly in jealousy. As we walk towards my cafe pothos, I can’t help but feel Suo’s answer wasn’t honest.

I’m not saying Suo wouldn’t buy me flowers on a whim. No he has bought me flowers hundreds of times before. Everytime I asked why he would give me that exact answer. Except the way he said it today had me questioning his integrity. Normally he would emphasize the word ‘pretty.’ Today he didn’t. Instead he emphasized the word special. Was today a special occasion and I forgot it? Was it our anniversary? Or perhaps his birthday?

“I apologize that my words might have implied that today isn’t special” Suo says, as if he could hear my very thoughts. “I doubt you would remember what today is, after all it is more of a special occasion for me.”

“What is it?” I ask him, eyes wide and wondering. He chuckles at my expression before thinking. He hums lowly which makes my cheek burn red.

“Why don’t you guess?” Suo nods at his own idea. “If you get three tries and if you get it right I’ll kiss you on the cheek!” He smiles wide as he pinches my cheek affectionately. Sure that I will play along due for a kiss. Unfortunately, he knows me too well.

“Hmmm, your first cat’s birthday?” I ask, looking at him at his expression. His smile turns soft at the fond memory of his dear cat. Alas he shakes his head. No.

“How about, the 8 month anniversary of you becoming the vice-captain?” A small laugh escapes his lips at my response. Of course it’s not. I know that. But I am willing to give up my dignity to make Suo smile.

“No no that’s next week! Should I place an order for another bouquet?” His laughter calms down as he pushes against me jokingly. Pointing to my flowers to prove his point. “You get one more try!”

What could it be? It has to be something he has been planning for a while since he ordered this bouquet in advance. Something that’s important to him. Yet not important to me. Though it still somehow relates? Maybe, just maybe it could be…

“Is it the anniversary of when I first told you I love you?” Only Suo Hayato would remember such a date. I said it so casually I don’t really remember the event in alot of detail. All I remember is seeing his flustered face for the first time. His adorable cute smile as he tries to cover it with his hand.

“Close but no!” He sighs. He halts suddenly and turns to face me. “What a shame I was looking forward to kissing you too!” He puts his hand over his heart in heartbreak.

“Nothing is stopping you from kissing me,” I grin as I look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Yes but that wouldn’t be fair now would it?” He flicks my forehead while chuckling. He continues to walk towards the cafe.

“Hate you”

“Love you too darling”

“So what is it?” I ask, linking my arm with his. My eyes brows knit in confusion as I lean my head against his arm. His smile returns to his face at this action. He shakes his head slightly before answering me.

“It’s just the 1 month anniversary of the first time you brought me to your school and called me your boyfriend!” He smiles as he stops and looks at me. “Thank you for not being ashamed of my school.”

He places a finger under my chin as he lifts my face up. His face dangerously close to mine as he brings his lips closer. Before closing the gap he mutters three simple words. The same three words I shouted across the school courtyard to prove our relationship. “I love you.” But what made me blush is the words that follow after. It practically the very words I said as I hugged him infront of my friends. My heart blossomed and my face heated up as I learnt why today was such a special occasion. Why today is so important. Because maybe I’ll start to celebrate this day to. All because of these simple words.

“Thank you for being my girlfriend.”

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── .✦ Kiryu.M » If he didn’t go to Furin everyone would most likely openly shipped you » Someone who comes from a wealthy background, charismatic, charming in every right. If he’s anything he’s perfect » There’s no wonder you’ve fallen in love with him. If life truly was great you would have confessed by now! » Unfortunately, life isn’t great. » Because Kiryu Mitsuki happens to go to Furin. The unruly delinquent school filled to the brim with idiots. The school that your classmates hate with a passion. The school they will make jokes about, students they’d back talk or ridicule. » Their comments about the school and their students are mean to say the least. They make jabs at their uniform. Their living situations. Their families. The conditions of their school. Their comments make you sick. Their words are disgusting. » But what’s truly disgusting is how you agree. It’s how you laugh at their jokes while dying on the inside. It’s how you make side jabs at students who have saved you and your family. It’s how you pretend not to know Kiryu while your heart screams for him. » You hate it, you hate lying. Your annoyance at your classmates is unnoticeable. Well at least that’s what you think. You would be right, if it weren’t someone. » Someone with pink hair.

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“See you Y/N~” My classmate waves goodbye, as I press a strained smile onto my lips. My hand waves back to her, while the other one subtly points the middle finger. When she’s out of sight my smile drops. A frown replaces it.

Two hours. Two long, painful, horrible hours stuck at school to help out with the arts festival. Two hours filled with jokes about how furin is such a sad excuse of a school that they don’t even have a festival. How that if they’d try it would end up in a massive brawl. Two hours of laughter as they talk about some of the furin students they’ve seen. One with two hair colours. One with an eyepatch. One ginger.

I cross the street while gritting my teeth. Normally they aren’t this irritating. Something must have happened for them to be making those idiotic comments every five minutes. I want to punch them so bad. Punch their stupid smirks of their face. Don’t they know? Furin isn’t like that. Furin isn’t filled with idiots or unruly people. It’s filled with lovely ones. Sweets ones. Kind ones.

I continue walking to our meeting place as I felt rain droplets. My nails pressing crescent moons into my palm. I’m so sick of it all. Sick of hearing them joke about Furin. Sick of not being able to say anything. Sick of laughing along. As I approach the shop I try to return my face to a smile. I dont’t need him seeing me this unhappy.

I shiver slightly as I look around. Is he running late? Is he maybe late because of patrols? Has the wind always been this cold? I look at the ground before feeling a warmth envelop me. I look up to find a forest green jacket being placed on me. The gold and green details sparkle in the light. I look up to find a sweet smile. Pink hair almost as pink as my cheeks. Piercings sparkling.

“Are you ok? You look like you’re about to freeze to death,” Kiryu says with a smile. He look up at the rain. A small frown appears on his face. “I don’t think the rain is ending anytime soon! What should we do instead?”

A frown joins my lips similarly as I look over at Kiryu. We were planning on walking around and buying clothes. Unfortunately my mood can’t be the only thing that’s ruined today, my plans have to be ruined too. I hate it. I was about to suggest going to eat at Pothos, somewhere far from my classmates when Kiryu had a better idea.

“Let’s go to the arcade! We haven’t been in a while,” he nods his head at the statement. We really haven’t been to an arcade in ages. I’ve been missing watching Kiryu win claw machines for me. This isn’t such a bad idea. So I nod at Kiryus suggestion.

“Let’s go to the new one! It’s right around the corner!” He nods as we start walking over. The silence between us is slightly jarring. Normally one of us would have something to talk about. Nonetheless we continue walking. Anytime spent with Kiryu is a good time. Even if it is quiet.

“How are the preparations for the arts festival going?” Horrible. I hate it. I don’t want to spend anymore time with those girls than I must. Especially if they keep up with how many times they can insult Furin. But I don’t want to burden Kiryu with my troubles, so I flash a smile.

“Oh they’ve been going great! We’re almost done with decorating our classroom.” Kiryu nods as we continue to talk. Seeing as I won’t elaborate he starts to talk. He tells me about Sakura-kun and how he’s fallen sick. Maybe because of the rainy weather? Kiryu always smiles as he talks about Furin. He loves his classmates as if they were brothers. Always mentioning them to me. At this point I know them better than I do my own classmates.

“Ah and Sugishita-chan tried running away again! It was so difficult dragging him away from umemiya-san,” Kiryu finishes up his story as he holds the door open to the arcade for me. I walk in a felt a sense of ease at the arcade.

The walls were surrounded by different games and activities. From basketball hoops to dance games. The prizes hanging all were desirable. A giant teddy bear, a bunny headband, a stove? Yet the thing that caught my eye was the claw machine.

Specifically the pink teddy bear.

A bubblegum pink teddy bear sits in the claw machine. His green eyes shining under the lights in the machine. He sits amoungs other plushies but my heart was set. I want that one. His soft smile makes me stare at it as Kiryu looks around at the different games. I look between the bear and Kiryu. Their only difference is the fact one of them is human. The bear even has a matching shirt! The only thing this bear needs are some piercings. I love the bear. I love it so much. I love Kiryu.

I would confess to Kiryu. Everytime I see him I’m dying to confess. I just want to be able to hold his hands. Or hug him when I feel this upset. Just to be able to call him my boyfriend would solve all my problems. But what would the girls at school say? They’d ridicule me. Bully me. Shame me. Maybe I’ll confess when they stop bullying Furin. I let out a sigh and Kiryu looks over.

“Oh let’s play that claw machine!” He walks over to the very claw machine with his bear counter part. His smile is contagious as he notices the similarities. A soft laugh escapes his lips he looks ethereal as he focus on getting the plushie. I love him. I love him so much. I wish I could say it.

His eyebrows knit in focus as he tries to get the pink bear. He moves the claw over to be exactly over the bear. He pauses to make sure it’s perfect. Eyes locked on his target. A smile on his face. He looks over at me and grabs my hand.

“Kiryu?” He gets me to press the button. I watch as the claw picks up that bear. Dropping him down the chute for us to collect. He grabs the bear from the door and looks at it. Smiling. He then faces me, still holding my hand in his free one. He gives me the bear.

“Here! You got the bear!” He grins at me and he pushes the bear into my arms. I shake my head and look at him confused.

“but you were the one who moved the claw around?” I say, pointing at the claw machine with a small frown on my face.

“Yes but you pressed the button!” He flicks my forehead affectionately. “That means the bear is yours!”

“But you made me press it!”

“Did I?” He ponders about this for a minute before smiling. “Yes I did but it doesn’t matter, I want you to have the bear.” He pushes the bear further into my arms, so I’m hugging the bear. He smiles softly down at me.

“Are you sure? You can have him.”

“No I want you to have him.”

“Thank you Kiryu.” I almost hug the real Kiryu in pure joy. A smile appears on my face as I hug my new bear. A bear who looks like the boy who has stolen my heart. A bear who looks like Kiryu Mitsuki.

“So that’s where you were! I’ve missed you,” he says out of the blue. “Or should I say I missed your smile,” My heart beats louder in my chest. He noticed? He noticed I was upset? But I didn’t say anything about it? Everyone else falls for my happy act, how didn’t he? How did he notice?

“Turns out all you need to smile if a plushie of your boyfriend.” Boyfriend? Boyfriend. Kiryu Mitsuki. My boyfriend? No no no. I heard him wrong. Maybe he meant male friend? Like a boy who is a friend but not my boyfriend. Yeah that’s what he means. He can’t love me. He can’t. My doubts dissapear with his next words. His smile makes my heart beat faster and faster and I try to convince myself this isn’t a dream. My face blushes as he holds me hand. Lovingly.

“Oh I forgot to ask.” He holds my hands once more as he smile at me. A soft sweet smile. One filled with love. His eyes shine in adoration, as his thumbs rubs over my knuckles. He looks like a man in love.

“Can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?”

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── .✦ Sugishita.K » The last person anyone expected Sugishita to end up with is you. » A Tsukinomori academy student, and angel on earth, with Sugishita. He’s everything you’re not. » How you two ended up together is a mystery to everyone. » Especially the Furin boys. » Sugishita has always planned to keep his relationship with you a secret. Not for your sake, but for his own. The teasing would never stop. » You have a bad habit of calling him a big giant teddy bear, and being extremely affectionate. Not saying he doesn’t love you for this. No he would cry if you ever stopped calling him ‘my grumpy teddy bear,’ but that name is meant to be between the two of you only. Your aloof nature would lead you to saying that pet name, no matter the circumstance. If Suo-san, or worse Sakura-San, heard you call him that the teasing would never stop! » His classmates weren’t even meant to know you existed! Why was Tsugeura holding his phone when you called him? And why did he tell everyone about you. Now he has to deal with you meeting his classmates at cafe Pothos. » But what does he do when he realizes your scared of them?

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“Sugi,” I tug on his sleeve as we walk towards the cafe. He looks over at me, curious on what I have to say. “Do you think your friends will like me?”

“First they’re not my friends,” I chuckle at his statement. To say it nicely, he’s determined to keep his relationship with his classmates as classmates. As if it would kill him to have friends. “Second they’ll like you. Who wouldn’t?”

At his words I squeeze his hand little bit tighter as we walk closer to the cafe. If I’m being honest I’m kind of scared of his friends. Scared they won’t like me. Scared of how they act. I would be lying if I say I didn’t believe what some of the girls at school say about Furin. If they all go to Furin that must mean their strong! What if they hate me? What if they try to fight me? Worse what if they try to fight Sugi?

“You’re nervous aren’t you?” I look up at my boyfriend as my face blushes red. Is it that obvious? He stops walking to face me. “Don’t be.”

Don’t be? It’s not that simple! I’m about to meet a bunch of people who can definetly beat me up, and you’re telling me to not be nervous? Is it not human nature to be scared of you’re about to be in the presence of something terrifying?

“Stop,” Sugi frowns at me. He flicks my forehead gently, to scared to hurt me. “If you’re that nervous we can go home. It’s ok they were betting that I wasn’t going to show up anyways,” Sugi shrugs but his smile doesn’t return.

I want to ask him if we can go home. I’d be willing to beg. Yet, his expression is making me double think. He seems sad. Like he wants me to meet these people. Even if they aren’t his friends, he still wants to bring me into his world. Bridge any gaps between us. He even has his hair done to match mine! How could I ask him to go home now? So I take a deep breath. I shake my head.

“No no its ok! As long as I have you with me I’ll be fine.” I smile at him and he smiles back. He pats my head softly. Trying to reassure me. I hold his hand again as we approach the cafe. But he stops me from opening the door. “sugi?”

“Can you uh, not call me your teddy bear?” He asks embarrassed. Face going bright red as he looks at the floor. I can’t help but laugh. A genuine sweet laugh. I laugh away my worries from before as I see his flustered expression.

“Why? Do you not want your friends to know how cute you are?” His face turns an even brighter red as he looks at me with his eyes wide. He’s lost his words as he considers turning around and leaving. “I promise I won’t my teddy bear!”

He smiles at me warmly as he nods. Trusting me. Before he could enter the cafe I press a soft kiss to his cheek becufore opening the door. I watch him malfunction as he stares at me. Face redder than an apple. I chuckle as I drag him inside.

“Hey Sugishita!”

“Sugi-chan~”

“Hi Sugishita!”

“ew”

We hear the greetings of his friends as we locate them at the booth in the corner of the cafe. We walk over and see five other guys our age. Based on his descriptions of his classmates I could guess who everyone is. I wave politely at them and they wave back.

“This is Y/N, be nice to her.” Sugishita says, sitting next to a blonde person. I move to sit next to Sugishita as I face a black and white haired man. He seems rather absorbed in the act of eating so he pays little attention to him. I fiddle with my thumbs as the rest of them start to talk. I feel Sugi’s hand cover my own. My face blushing red at the contact.

“So L/N where did you meet Sugishita?” An eyepatched man says to me. Suo-san maybe? He tilts his head to the side with a polite smile on his face. “Sugishita-san won’t tell us anything about you, so could you tell us the story of how you guys met?”

I see Sugi blush at the memory of when we first met. I look over to Suo before happily answering. “Of course! I was at the library studying when I tried to reach a book. I couldn’t reach it, and Sugi noticed I was struggling so he helped me out. Before long we ended up talking and exchanging information. Now we’re here!” I say with a smile. Heart warm at the memory of our first meeting. 

“Aw that’s so cute!” The blonde, who I assume is Nirei, says with a smile. 

“I know right! Thought Sugi-chan confessing is quite the shock!” The pink haired one, Kiryu, says nodding his head. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting it either. Seeing Sugi stuttering trying to ask me out to Pothos while Umemiya hides behind a tree cheering him on is not something I ever thought I would see. 

“what I think is shocking is how you agreed to go out with him.” The black and white haired guy says looking up from his food. His mixed colours eyes look up at me. “You can have anyone you want, with your personality and the school you go to. So why him?”

Why him? 

“Oh that’s easy! It’s because he’s the kindest person I know,” I could tell Sakura-San was taken aback by my answer. “He’s always there for me if I need him. But he trusts me enough that he isn’t always watching over my every move.” I smile brightly at Sakura. 

From this angle I can see how the tips of Sugi’s ears are bright red. All thanks to the hairstyle I helped him do. He squeezes my hand as he looks away from me, not daring to make eye contact. I can feel his pulse with my other hand and it’s going fast. His smile is what I’m focused on. Adorable, sweet, perfect. 

“And when I do need him he’s always there, ready to comfort me or to protect me,” I nod my head at my statement. “Especially if people disrespect me, he’s ready to fight them for calling me by my first name too soon!”

He looks away in embarrassment. The way he gets so flustered by a few simple words only make me love him more. I love him so much. But I love something even more. I love embarrassing him. 

“It’s like he’s a giant teddy bear!”

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── .✦ Kaji.R » He would be more fed up with your school than you are. » He hates how annoyed you looked afterschool when your friends would make jokes about Furin. » He ends up eating way too many lollipops, to the point where his doctors would have a field day if they saw him. » He hates seeing you upset, after all you’ve bought him peaches multiple times. You buy him peaches everytime you two are hanging out afterschool. » He knows you’re trying not to be bothered by their comments about Furin is a unruly school, but he doesn’t really know what to do. » He normally takes off his headphones and listens to you complain about all the girls and how their persepection of Furin is garbage and how they can’t keep talking about her ‘best friends’ school. » Yes Kaji Ren is your bestfriend. He hates that fact, you hate that fact. But what else can you two do? Confess? As if! » after all a Furin boy and a Tsukinomori girl is something unheard of…

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“Kaji!” I wave over at Kaji with a smile on my face. My best friend walks towards me. Best friend. My heart sinks with that title. Ignoring the pain I run over to Kaji as he waits outside Furin.

“Took ya long enough,” he says as he pushes himself of the wall he was leaning on. His eyebrows knit as he looks at me. Annoyed by the lack of punctuality.

“Oh my gosh, these girls held me back because they wanted help with their math Homework but spent the next fifteen minutes talking about how Furin boys can’t do this can’t do that like are you serious?” I let my frustration out as I ramble to Kaji about the girls in my class. I hate them. They all look down on Furin. I hate how I have to play along with them so they won’t hate me. I hate that I care about this stuff.

“Just say no next time,” Kaji says shrugging. “N O, two letters. Not that hard” he unwraps a lollipop as while walking slightly ahead of me. I catch up to him and my expression is rather annoyed. Not that hard? Yes it is when their looking at you like you personally insulted them!

“Yes it is! You don’t get it,” I continue to ramble to Kaji about how difficult it is to say no. My pent up anger is all coming to the surface as we continue to walk. I continue ranting to him as he looks at me. Before placing his headphones over my head.

“Wha-“ My mouth tastes something sweet. Strawberry. A hand closes my jaw so now the sweet is in my mouth. My tongue traces the circular shape of the treat as I look up at Kaji, who looks at me with that same deadpan stare. He moves his headphones off my ear as he starts to talk.

“Just tune the comments out, and eat the lollipop to help you contain your anger,” kaji nods as we walk over to cafe Pothos. He ruffles my head before placing the headphones back on. They’re surprisingly not sound-proof. I guess the music that would be playing in hear would drown out everyone. Except it’s silent. “Do you like the song?” I could hear Kaji say through the headphones. Should I tell him? Maybe it’s be more fun to not.

So I don’t.

I look over to see is lips moving and I scream out a what, and a huh. He chuckles before dragging me to cafe Pothos. The walk is silent regardless. My heart calming down as I do tune out and forget all the comments my classmates say. The lollipop stopping me from continuing to rant.

We walk in silence but I can see the way Kaji seems, troubled. He’s eye brows knit slightly, his hands shoved into his pockets. He seems lost in thought. It’s adorable. If we were dating I would squish his cheeks and tease him. If we were dating I would hug him right now. If we were dating I would press a kiss to his cheeks. But, we’re not. So, I continue walking.

The walk continues in silence before Kaji says a few words that leave me in shock. I don’t know how to respond. My eyes widen as I try to fix my expressions. My heart hammering my heart as I try to convince myself that I heard him wrong. Because there is no way he said that. Why would he say, say that he.

“I love you Y/N.”

My hammering heart echoes in my head and my face turns bright red. My eyes widen as I look forwards not daring to look at Kaji. Walking as if nothing happened. But something did happen, something that makes my face heat up just thinking about it. He loves me? No no no what!

“You’re really nice, and even when I get mad you stick around. Even though being friends with a Furin boy is disgraceful or whatever your classmates say, you’re still here. So, I love you. A lot.”

I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. He loves me. A lot. If I were at home I would kicking my feet and giggling right now. My heart feeling like fireworks as I process this information. My smile never fading.

He loves me! He actually wants to be in a relationship with me. He wants me to pinch his cheeks. He wants me to hug him. He wants me to kiss him. and most of all He wants his head phones back.

I look infront of me to see Kaji with his hand extended, asking for the headphones. A small frown on his face as he waits. Adorable. I take them off and I look at him. Look at the way his eyes stare at me adoringly. Looking at how his hand twitches slightly. Looking at how his face is a light shade of pink. Looking at all the signs I missed.

I can’t pretend to be friends with him. Not when I know he likes me back. Not when he loves me. If we go back to being friends it would be weird. So ,as I hand him the headphones I tell him how I really feel. How I’ve felt for the past few months. How my heart aches for him. I have to. I can’t let this opportunity slip.

I watch as his eyes widen in shock and his face is covered in a similiar pink to my own. How his smile is so pure, so genuine. The way he looks at me like I’m peaches. The way he hugs me feels like a movie. This is all happening because I said something simple in nature. it All because of four words.

“Love you too Kaji”

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