#keiryukai

JEFF THE KILLER

One random day, you just saw a TikTok post from your feed about couples having funny arm wrestling matches, so succumbing to boredom, you decided to annoy jeff to man up and accept your offer, though he would always say things about "That shit's a waste of time" or "I would beat you anyways."

"Come on! Just do it you coward!" you yell. You were currently inside his room and both of your ramblings could be heard from the next room or at the hallway.

"Didn't I tell you I would beat you anyways!?" After 3 or more bribes, he was now laying his arm on the table while you were at the opposite side.

"If you talk about some shit like I cheated, the news you lost would be spread around the damn house," he retorts, rolling his dirty ass hoodie sleeve up.

"As if bruh," you backed up, smirking and also rolling your sweater sleeve up. You caught his hand that would be classified as a slap, and gripped hard to show dominance.

You then pushed his arm sideways without any countdown, only giving him a few seconds to balance and push your arm sideways too. Your arm remained tilted but, using the power of plot armor, you actually managed to push one of the strongest mfs of the house's arm down.

"Take that! Who's spreading the news now huh?" you said punching the air. Jeff only contemplated on the desk with his hands clenched together in a praying stance wondering how the hell did that even happen.

At the end of the day, he prevented you from sharing the news anyways because he threatened to force you to wash his dirty ass bloodied hoodie.

BEN DROWNED

You were currently at his room while Ben was playing video games again, specifically Mortal Kombat. The sounds of his console could be heard throughout the room and you were getting annoyed of how loud it was.

"Ben, can you just play another game?" you asked trying to suppress the annoyance you felt.

"Hmm... I'll only play a different game if you play with me ma," he offered, still focused on the screen, and he looked like he was actually winning.

"Fine, but what if I told you in real life?"

"Huh? You wanna shoot me in real life?"

"Of course not! I meant something like arm wrestling," you immediately corrected, Ben placing his console down anyways.

"Aight bet!" he agreed. Once you sat down facing him you placed your elbow at his table, him doing the same too.

"You better prepare to handle the strength of the beast," he remarked.

"Ya mean the strength of the level one elf? Lol," you retorted, he only gave you a pout.

Both of your hands met, and in a blink of a second before he could regain his composure you pushed down his arm without effort.

"Huh!? How did that happen? You didn't even give me a second to prepare," he mumbled, pulling his hat down to cover his face.

"Told you, you're a level one elf," you said ignoring his protesting remarks and naggings about having one more round.

At the end of the day? He forced you to play video games with him and as a comeback, he used cheats to beat you.

HOMICIDAL LIU / SULLY

You snuck into his room one evening and decided to pester him about random things until it got to strength, with that Sully couldn't let that slide.

"Fine, you wanna see how strong I am? Go on, sit down and let's have an arm wrestling match," Sully said, nodding his head on the chair in front of him.

Of course you wouldn't back down on a match, so you agreed.

Liu, who was peacefully reading a book at the corner, already looked concerned.

"...This is a terrible idea," he muttered.

Sully ignored the remark immediately. "Nah, watch me humble them."

You sat down across from him while he rolled up his sleeves dramatically like he was about to fight in the UFC finals instead of losing at a wooden desk in a dusty murder mansion.

"Ready to cry?" Sully grinned.

"You say that like you aren't built like an exhausted raccoon," you replied.

"...The fuck does that even mean?"

Before he could continue yapping, you grabbed his hand. He squeezed yours confidently.

Liu sighed. "Sully, maybe don't underestimate—"

SLAM.

His hand hit the table so fast the desk actually creaked.

Sully stared at the table. Then at his hand. Then at you.

"...What."

You leaned back in your chair like a retired champion. "Damn. That was kinda easy."

Liu started coughing because he was trying not to laugh.

"You cheated," Sully accused immediately.

"Bro how do you cheat in arm wrestling!?"

"You used witchcraft."

"The only magic here is your disappearing masculinity."

At the end of the day, Sully demanded a rematch every thirty minutes and lost every single one while Liu kept score on a sticky note.

EYELESS JACK

Jack was minding his business in the kitchen at 2 AM, because apparently that's the natural habitat of creepypasta creatures.

You walked in half asleep and immediately saw him effortlessly carrying a suspiciously heavy box with one arm.

"...Okay big guy," you started, grabbing a juice box from the fridge. "Arm wrestle me."

Jack slowly turned his masked face toward you.

"...Why."

"Because I think I can beat you."

The silence afterward was so long you almost thought he disconnected from the server.

Finally, he set the box down. "You humans are strange."

Five minutes later you were both sitting at the kitchen table while Hoodie and Masky silently watched from the hallway like they just discovered free entertainment.

Masky whispered, "Ten bucks on Jack."

Hoodie nodded immediately.

The second your hands locked, you slammed his arm down so hard the table shook.

The entire kitchen froze.

Masky's ten dollars spiritually evaporated.

Jack remained motionless for a good five seconds.

"...Interesting," he finally said.

At the end of the day, Jack started carrying TWO heavy boxes around the house for absolutely no reason.

TICCI TOBY

This man accepted the challenge WAY too fast.

"OH YOU ARE SO DONE," Toby yelled before you even finished your sentence.

The guy literally dragged a chair across the floor at mach speed and sat down backwards like a gremlin who drank six energy drinks.

Meanwhile, Clockwork and Nina suddenly appeared out of nowhere because apparently gossip spreads faster than WiFi in the mansion.

Toby pointed at you dramatically. "I need you to know I chopped wood this morning."

"And I opened a pickle jar first try."

"...Shit."

The second the countdown ended— SLAM.

Toby's arm hit the table instantly.

"...WHAT!?"

You sat there calmly while Toby stared at his own arm like it betrayed him personally.

Clockwork and Nina were dying laughing while Toby demanded seven rematches and lost every single one.

MASKY

Masky approached this like it was a professional tournament.

Elbows positioned perfectly.

Serious expression.

Whole posture locked in.

Meanwhile you were eating chips with your free hand.

Hoodie stood nearby silently recording on his phone because he already sensed incoming humiliation.

The second the match started, Masky actually pushed your arm slightly at first.

He smirked under the mask. "See?"

Then you pushed back.

His confidence disappeared immediately.

"...What the hell?" he grunted.

SLAM.

Hoodie lowered the phone slowly while Masky stayed frozen in place staring at the table like he just watched his GPA vanish.

At the end of the day, the video somehow ended up circulating around the mansion anyways.

HOODIE

Unlike everyone else, Hoodie did not immediately accept.

He stared at you.

Then at Masky, who was still recovering emotionally from his loss earlier.

Then back at you again.

"...No," he answered simply.

After ten minutes of pestering, he finally sighed deeply.

"Fine."

The moment both of you sat down, half the mansion somehow materialized nearby.

Jeff was eating chips.

Ben had a Nintendo Switch in hand.

Toby was yelling "GET HIS ASS" for absolutely no reason.

The match started.

For a solid five seconds, neither arm moved.

Everyone actually went quiet.

Hoodie was genuinely strong, but then you cracked your neck with your free hand.

Hoodie immediately knew he was cooked.

"...Wait."

SLAM.

The room erupted into laughter while Hoodie quietly muttered:

"...I should've stayed in my room."

LAUGHING JACK

This was the WORST possible person to challenge because he turned the whole thing into a circus event.

Somehow there were balloons now.

"STEP RIGHT UP EVERYBODY!" Jack announced dramatically while standing on the dining table. "TODAY WE WITNESS THE MIGHTY BATTLE BETWEEN A GREMLIN AND A—"

"You literally live in the vents," you interrupted.

The second he got distracted by emotional damage, you slammed his arm into the table.

The balloons popped from how hard he gasped.

"...THIS GAME IS RIGGED."

At the end of the day, he kept challenging random people in the mansion trying to regain his honor. Jeff beat him too.

BLOODY PAINTER / HELEN

You found Helen painting peacefully in his room.

"...Can I help you?" he asked without looking away from the canvas.

"Arm wrestle me."

"...What?"

"Scientific research."

"...That's not science."

After enough insisting, he finally agreed.

Unlike everyone else, Helen wasn't trash talking. He actually looked weirdly respectful about it.

The match started.

For a second, he actually held his ground pretty well.

"...Oh?" you blinked.

Helen looked mildly proud of himself for approximately 1.2 seconds before you pushed harder and slammed his hand down anyways.

His eyes widened slightly.

"...Oh."

At the end of the day, he painted a suspiciously detailed drawing of your arm labeled "eldritch horror."

KAGEKAO

The second you challenged him, he laughed.

Not a normal laugh either.

This man sounded like a rich anime villain discovering tax fraud.

"You?" he scoffed dramatically. "Beat me?"

"Yes."

Five minutes later, he sat down across from you with the confidence of a man who absolutely should NOT have been confident.

He even fixed his gloves dramatically beforehand.

Kagekao smirked beneath the mask. "Do try your best."

You immediately slammed his arm into the table before he even finished talking.

The impact echoed through the room.

Kagekao remained frozen.

"...Excuse me?"

"You got microwaved."

At the end of the day, he claimed the establishment was "biased against attractive people." Nobody listened to him.

X-VIRUS/CODY

The SECOND you mentioned arm wrestling, Cody stared at you like you just activated a side quest.

"...Interesting."

Instead of answering normally, he immediately pulled out a notebook from absolutely nowhere and started writing things down.

"Subject appears confident despite lacking visible muscle mass..." he muttered.

By the time you sat down, he was rambling about "biological advantages," "muscular output," and "probability percentages."

"For the record," he started, "based on my calculations, I possess approximately an 87.4 percent chance of victory."

"Cool."

SLAM.

His arm hit the table before he even finished speaking.

The silence afterward was devastating.

"...Impossible."

You leaned back in your chair. "Damn. Guess the calculations weren't calculating."

He spent the next THREE DAYS trying to create some kind of grip strength training regimen. It didn't work.

KATE THE CHASER

Kate looked at you like you personally offended her bloodline.

"...You wanna WHAT?"

"Arm wrestle."

"Because everybody else already lost."

That caught her attention immediately.

Unlike the others, Kate wasn't loud about it. No dramatic speeches. Just pure determination radiating from her like an anime rival character.

The match started.

Immediately, Kate pushed hard enough that your arm actually tilted slightly.

Clockwork gasped dramatically. "OH DAMN."

Kate smirked. "Got you."

Then you pushed back.

Her expression changed SO fast.

"...Wait."

SLAM.

Kate stared at the table silently.

"...I hate this house."

At the end of the day, Kate started training with Toby out of pure spite.

JANE THE KILLER

Jane accepted WAY too calmly.

"Sure."

Honestly? That scared you more.

You sat across from her at the dining table while the others gathered nearby AGAIN because apparently nobody in this house had hobbies anymore.

For a few seconds it genuinely looked like Jane might win.

Then you locked in.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared as your arm stopped moving entirely.

"...Oh dear."

SLAM.

The table shook.

Jane blinked once while still holding your hand.

"...Well."

Clockwork whispered, "She's taking it way better than the boys."

Meanwhile Jeff was arguing in the background about not being Jane's employee.

CLOCKWORK

Clockwork was ALL confidence.

"This is gonna be easy," she said immediately.

Nina nodded beside her. "Yeah honestly you're kinda doomed."

Clockwork sat down dramatically and cracked her knuckles like she was about to avenge humanity itself.

The second your hands locked, Clockwork pushed first aggressively.

Unfortunately for her, you barely moved.

"...Huh?"

You slowly looked up at her.

"Oh that's embarrassing."

SLAM.

Clockwork collapsed face first onto the table dramatically while Nina screamed laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

At the end of the day, Clockwork avoided eye contact with you for two business days.

NINA THE KILLER

Unlike everyone else, Nina treated this like a reality show.

"OKAY EVERYBODY," she announced while holding her phone up dramatically, "today we will find out if Y/N is secretly possessed by a demon."

"You live with actual demons."

Jeff was commentating from the side like a sports announcer.

"And here we have Nina, local girlfailure, preparing for her downfall—"

"SHUT UP."

The match started.

For approximately two seconds, Nina looked confident.

Then your arm didn't move at all.

Her smile started fading.

"...Wait a damn minute."

You smiled back sweetly.

"Nina."

"Yeah?"

"Start praying."

SLAM.

The scream she let out could've awakened ancient spirits.

For the rest of the week, Nina kept telling everyone you were secretly built like a construction worker under your clothes.

sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : Title

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ : ғʟᴜғғ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1172

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : sʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ

ᴀ/ɴ : Could have posted this yesterday but my phone died and I forgot about it, also first upload! Got lazy halfway so I couldn't add more interactions and scenarios😭

ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ? : Nope

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⏤͟͟͞͞Megumi Fushiguro

▸He’d go completely still for a second. You’d think he’s rejecting you, but he’s just processing.

Then he’d look away, slightly embarrassed for zoning out.

“...You’re late.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, "No reaction" ahh bitch

Not in a mean way, just his awkward way of admitting he’s liked you longer. He’d quietly accept, maybe offer to walk you home like it’s nothing, but his ears would be red the whole time.

▹ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

"Megumi?! You're having a date with ___!?!!" 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 '𝘉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦'.

They may or may not have snitched to Gojo.

⏤͟͟͞͞Yuji Itadori

▸Like the sunshine he is, he would immediately look for signs of a prank. But once you assure him you were serious. This guy would TOTALLY boost the volume of his voice.

Earning confused looks from Nobara and Megumi who was waiting for both of you to finish your conversation from afar.

“WAIT, you like me?!” 𝘏𝘦 yells, 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 2𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢.

He’d laugh out of pure joy, probably grab your hands without thinking. Then he’d admit he’s liked you too, and has been trying not to make it 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 while jumping up and down(he failed).

Super wholesome, golden retriever energy. He’d want to hang out right away.

⏤͟͟͞͞Satoru Gojo

He smirks, of course he does. He has already knew. And was confident you would confess sooner. His delusions and rants would often receive a laugh from Geto.

“Took you long enough.” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

He’d tease you endlessly, acting like he’s been waiting forever (he has). But underneath the confidence, he’s actually really happy you said it first.

He might lean in close and say something like

“Good thing I like you too… or that would’ve been awkward.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

He would probably drop hints around his students when he's with you so they start to make speculations whether you both are dating or not. (He did that on purpose)

  ⏤͟͟͞͞Kento Nanami

▸Pauses. Adjusts his glasses. Calm, but his tone softens.

“I see.” 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

Then after a moment;

“...I was hoping you’d say that.”

He wouldn’t be overly dramatic, but he’d take your confession seriously. He’s the type to immediately think about your relationship. Already planning about gifts that would make you happy, and of course boundaries. We love a man who is ready!

⏤͟͟͞͞Suguru Geto

▸Smiles softly, like he’s been waiting for you to even confess. He has known you like him back before you even confessed. Learning about your body language and the way you behave around him.

“You finally realized?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

He’d be gentle, maybe brush your hair aside or look at you in a way that makes your heart explode. He’s the type who already understood his feelings deeply before you did.

⏤͟͟͞͞ Toge Inumaki

▸You confess, looking at him to see his face absurdly calm, but in reality? He's panicking internally. Hoping his reciprocation would be 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 enough considering he speaks in ricebal language.

“Salmon…!” 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯.

He’d be flustered but happy. Since he can’t fully express it with words, he’d show it through actions, staying close, treating you, and even physical touch.

Probably blushes like a lot, wouldn't even bother hiding it from you. If he would he would use his jacket to cover his cheeks, the tint of pink on top of his ears would sell him out.

⏤͟͟͞͞Ryomen Sukuna

▸Let’s be real, this is complicated.

He’d laugh at first.

“You have guts.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

But if he actually liked you? He wouldn’t say it directly. He’d acknowledge it in a twisted way.

“Don’t regret it.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Normally, he doesn't offer to take you home. Or atleast say anything at all about it.

But, he does. No talks, and just a quiet invitation to walk you home. If you are finally in front of your home;

He will just wait until you have gone inside and locked the door, soon after that, he leaves quietly.

⏤͟͟͞͞Yuta Okkotsu

▸You confess, telling him how you have liked him since you guys were first years.

“...You mean that?”

He’d be shy but 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 relieved. He’s been holding his feelings back because he didn’t want to burden you or scare you away (in summary, to not break your friendship).

When he realizes you’re serious, he’d smile, soft, It feels like you were reunited with his genuine smile that he covers with a serious face.

“I like you too… I just didn’t think I should say it.”

He might gently hold your hand, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Wrapping his hand on your fingers to check if you're ok with it before holding your hand entirely.

⏤͟͟͞͞Toji Fushiguro

▸He’d pause mid-step, glance at you, and let out a quiet scoff.

“You sure about that?”

Not mocking, just surprised. He didn’t expect you to say it out loud nor real soon.

Toji’s the type who 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 he liked you but didn’t plan on acting on it. So your confession catches him off guard in a real way.

After a moment, he’d sigh.

“...Tch. You’ve got bad taste.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯

But then he’d ruffle your hair or pull you closer slightly, his way of admitting he feels the same. Bro is Lowkey protective.

⏤͟͟͞͞Hiromi Higuruma

▸He’d go completely silent. Like he’s analyzing every word you said.

“...Do you understand what you’re saying?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

Not because he doubts you, but because he takes feelings seriously.

Once he realizes you truly mean it, his expression softens just a bit.

“Then I won’t treat this lightly.” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

He’d admit he feels the same

but in a very calm, almost ready way. He’s the type who already wrestled with his feelings internally and came to acknowledgement with them before you ever spoke about your feelings.

The Armed Detective Agency office had already gone quiet for the night. No arguing, no paperwork rustling, no Kunikida yelling about plans. Just the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, like even it was tired.

Dazai Osamu sat by the window, one arm hanging over the back of his chair. Outside, Yokohama’s lights glowed across the dark like scattered stars. He stared at them like he was waiting for them to talk back.

“Ahh… what a perfect night for dramatic thinking.”

He leaned his chair back a little too far on purpose, like he wanted someone to react.

“Or maybe,” he added, “a perfect night for a double suicide. Sadly, everyone keeps saying no to me. So rude.”

You didn’t look up from where you were sitting nearby.

“Maybe it’s because nobody wants to die with you.”

Dazai gasped loudly, like he was hurt.

“How cruel! And I thought I was charming.”

“It’s more like annoying,” you said.

“That hurts even more,” he said, still smiling.

For a moment, there was just quiet again. Dazai didn’t say anything, which was unusual for him.

Then, “You know,” he said suddenly, turning his head slightly toward you, “you remind me of someone.”

You looked up. “That sounds suspicious.”

“Good. It should.”

“…That’s not comforting.”

Dazai smiled a little wider. “That’s the point.”

He turned back to the window, resting his cheek on his hand.

“Odasaku used to say things that sounded simple.”

You stayed quiet.

“I used to think he was boring,” Dazai said. “He said things like everything was easy. Like people could just… choose to be better.”

“That doesn’t sound boring,” you said.

“It was,” he said quickly. “At the time.”

A short pause

“…And he was right,” he added, quieter.

You didn’t interrupt him,

“He never tried to change me,” Dazai said. “He never acted like I was a problem to fix. He just looked at me like I was… me.”

He tapped his fingers on the chair.

“That’s all.”

The room stayed quiet again.

“He told me,” Dazai said, “to be on the side that saves people.”

He let out a small laugh, but it didn’t sound happy.

“Funny advice to give someone like me.”

“Then why did you listen?” you asked.

That made him stop for a second.

Not joking, Not smiling wider, Just still.

“…Because it was him,” Dazai said.

You nodded a little, like that made sense even if it was heavy.

Dazai sighed and leaned back again, like he was trying to shake off the feeling.

“You’re kind of like him,” he said suddenly.

You frowned. “That sounds like a problem.”

“It is,” he said easily.

“Excuse me?”

He pointed at you. “You don’t react the way most people do.”

“What does that mean?”

“You don’t laugh at everything. You don’t panic. You just… watch.”

“That’s normal.”

“For you maybe,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “So I’m just supposed to laugh at your suicide jokes?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Rude.”

He grinned like he liked that answer anyway.

A short silence followed, Then his voice got softer.

“Odasaku is gone.”

No jokes this time, Just a fact.

You looked down a little. “I know.”

“But sometimes,” he said, still looking out the window, “I meet people who make me think he would be happy with how I’m still here.”

You didn’t answer right away,

“That sounds like you miss him,” you said finally.

“I do,” Dazai said right away. “Every day.”

The quiet came back, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, Just calm.

After a while, Dazai stood up and stretched, “Okay,” he said suddenly, back to normal again. “I’m emotionally tired.”

“You didn’t do anything,” you said.

“That’s what makes it worse.”

He pointed at you. “I need payment.”

“No.” You pretended to pry him away,

“Food.”

“I knew it.”

Dazai smiled like nothing heavy had just happened at all.

“Emotional talks should come with snacks.”

“That’s not a rule.”

“It is now.”

You sighed and stood up.

“Fine. But you’re paying.”

Dazai gasped. “Cruel world…”

As you walked toward the door, he followed, hands in his pockets, acting normal again.

But his voice was a little softer when he spoke next.

“…Thanks.”

You glanced at him. “For what?”

“For listening,” he said simply.

Then he smiled again, light and easy like always, and walked out like nothing had changed at all.

GRAY YEON

You weren't even sure how you ended up questioning your relationship.

Maybe it was because Gray never texted first.

Or because every conversation somehow sounded like an interrogation from guidance counselors.

Or because the last thing he told you before leaving school was:

"Don't get into trouble."

No "bye" and no "see you later."

Not even a heart emoji.

Just:

"Don't get into trouble."

You sat on your bed staring at your phone.

"...Are we dating?"

The next day you purposely sat farther away from him during lunch. Naturally he immediately noticed.

"Why are you sitting over there?"

You blinked.

"...Because I wanted to?"

Gray frowned.

"Come sit here."

"Gray."

"What?"

"That sounded really demanding."

"And?"

You stared at him.

Gray stared back.

"...Was I supposed to ask nicely?"

At that moment you realized Gray genuinely didn't know how relationships worked.

Later that day you received a text.

Gray: Get home safely.

Three minutes later.

Gray: And yes we're dating.

Apparently Alex told him why you were acting weird.

STEPHEN AHN

The problem with Stephen was that he treated you exactly the same way he treated everyone else.

Warm, Friendly, Patient and Supportive.

The issue?

He was like that with literally everybody!

One afternoon you watched him help a random underclassman with homework.

Then carry someone's books.

Then buy somebody a drink from the cafeteria

Then tell someone else not to skip lunch once he saw them studying all morning.

You stared at him with a frown.

"...Stephen."

"Hm?"

"Would you do all this for anyone?"

Stephen smiled.

"Probably."

You immediately regretted asking.

"Oh."

His smile disappeared.

"Oh."

Stephen sat beside you.

"...That's not what you meant, was it?"

"Nope."

Stephen sighed.

Then leaned back.

"I'd help anyone."

"Yeah."

"But I'd worry about you."

"..."

"I'd wait for you."

"..."

"I'd choose you."

The silence that followed was swallowing you both whole, Stephen scratched his neck awkwardly.

"That sounded cooler in my head."

It absolutely did not

You still smiled anyway.

BEN PARK

Ben was nice, too nice like Suspiciously nice.

You knew that was just his nature, being the sunshine and all.

The problem was that Ben treated literally EVERYONE nicely.

Old ladies?

Of course! Treat your elders nicely

Teachers?

The same even after they just yelled at him for making too much damn noise.

Random kid asking for directions?

He justs acts nice without knowing either.

You?

Meh, the same but

There was literally no difference.

One day you finally snapped and confronted him.

"Ben."

"Hm?"

"Would you treat a stranger like this?"

Ben blinked.

"...Probably."

You stared at him with an eyebrow raised.

He stared back for a few seconds, this mf was clueless

Then his eyes widened.

"Oh."

"OH?"

"Wait no no no that's not what I meant."

"It sounded exactly like what you meant."

Ben immediately entered panic mode.

The entire lunch table watched.

Alex was already laughing.

Gerard was eavesdropping pretending to not care.

"Okay listen," Ben started.

"If a stranger got hurt, I'd help them."

"Okay."

"If my friends needed me, I'd help them."

"Okay."

"If YOU needed me—"

He stopped.

Ben's ears slowly turned red.

"I'd drop everything."

The entire table exploded, Alex fell from his chair and Gerard screamed.

At least your question got answered.

ALEX GO

Dating Alex was like dating your hb.

Which was cute, Until it wasn't.

You were sitting together one afternoon when Alex randomly threw a french fry at your forehead.

"Ow."

Alex laughed.

You threw it back.

He threw it back again and so did you

Soon both of you were involved in a full-scale food war.

Until suddenly you stopped.

"...Alex."

"Hm?"

"Do couples do this?"

Alex stopped eating his French fries

"What?"

"Throw food at each other."

"Probably not?"

"Oh my God," your hands cover in your face hitting the higuruma pose

Alex immediately realized what you were thinking.

"WAIT."

"Alex, I think we're just friends."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN FRIENDS?"

"You literally threw a french fry at my skull."

"I THOUGHT WE WERE FLIRTING."

The argument lasted thirty minutes.

Neither of you won.

The only conclusion reached was that Alex had terrible flirting skills.

GERARD JIN

You questioned your relationship because Gerard flirted with literally everyone.

That one lady from the bowling alley?

Teddy.

Random people on the streets

Sometimes even himself.

You genuinely couldn't tell anymore and one day you finally confronted him.

"Gerard."

"Yeah babe?"

"...Do you flirt with everybody?"

Gerard smiled.

"Pretty much."

You nodded slowly.

Then stood up and walked away.

"WAIT."

Gerard immediately chased after you.

"What?"

"So I AM everybody?"

"No!"

"That's literally what you just said."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT."

The next ten minutes consisted of Gerard desperately explaining that there was a difference between his normal flirting and his flirting with you.

You still weren't convinced.

Until later that night.

When he canceled plans with his entire friend group to go to the bowling alley just because you had a bad day.

"...Oh." You muttered once you saw his text about it

Yeah.

That answered your question.

TEDDY JIN

Teddy's love language was bullying unfortunately.

The final straw came when he stole your snack.

"Teddy."

"What?"

"Do you even like me?"

Teddy froze and slowly placed your snack back to the table.

"...What?"

"You keep stealing my food."

"You steal mine too."

"Because you started it."

"THAT'S HOW WE FLIRT."

Ben nearly choked on his drink.

"Teddy."

"Yeah?"

"I don't think theft is a love language."

Teddy looked genuinely offended.

"It absolutely is."

At the end of the day he bought you five replacement snacks.

Which honestly might've been the closest thing to a love confession you'd ever get from him.

WOLF KEUM

Questioning your relationship with Wolf happened at least once a week.

Maybe twice.

Okay, every day.

The problem wasn't that Wolf was mean.

The problem was that Wolf acted like an angry stray cat that accidentally got adopted.

One afternoon, you walked into the park only to find him sitting on a swing.

By himself.

Looking pissed off at the existence of oxygen.

You sat beside him on another swing,

"Hey."

"Hm."

"Do you even enjoy spending time with me?"

Wolf looked at you, then looked away and looked back at you with a more calmer expression.

"...What kind of stupid question is that?"

"The kind that requires an answer."

Wolf groaned.

"You talk too much."

"And you answer too little."

"You're here, aren't you?"

You blinked.

"What?"

"I hate people."

"Wow. Romantic."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

Wolf kicked at the dirt.

"You know how many people I avoid every day?"

"A lot?"

"A lot."

"And?"

"And I came here," he hesistated, "Specifically because you said you wanted to hang out."

Wolf immediately regretted saying that.

"Don't look at me like that." He said grumpily standing up.

At the end of the day, he walked you home anyway.

JAKE JI

Jake was dependable, every place? He is there, every birthday party? He is there, every christmas? He is THERE.

The kind of dependable that made you wonder if he was being your boyfriend or your bodyguard.

One afternoon, you were carrying groceries.

Before you could even touch the bags,

Jake took all of them.

Every single one

"Jake."

"Hm?"

"I can carry those."

"I know."

"...Then why are you carrying all of them?"

Jake shrugged.

"Because I can."

The next day you tested something different, You intentionally tried opening a heavy door.

Jake immediately opened it for you.

You tried carrying a LOT of books

Jake carried them.

You tried reaching something high from the library shelves.

Jake grabbed it

Finally, you crossed your arms.

"Jake."

"What?"

"Do you think I'm weak?"

Jake nearly dropped his drink.

"What?"

"You keep doing everything for me."

Jake looked like as if he had solved a puzzle

"Oh."

"Oh?!"

"You thought that's why?"

"It sure looks like it." You grabbed his drink from his hand.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

Then sighed,

"It's not because you can't do it. It's because I don't want you to have to."

At the end of the day, you ended up drinking his soda and stealing some of his two pieces manga

DEAN KWON

Dean was difficult to read, the problem was that Dean always seemed calm.

You could literally tell him your house exploded and he'd probably respond with:

"That's unfortunate."

One afternoon, the thought finally escaped your mouth.

"Dean."

"Hm?"

"Do you actually like me?"

Dean looked at you as if the answer was obvious.

"...Yes."

"That's it?"

"What do you mean?"

The conversation was going nowhere.

"Dean."

"Yes?"

"Most people elaborate."

"Oh."

Dean thought for a moment, and you gave him time to piece out what you actually meant.

"I enjoy spending time with you."

"Okay."

"You improve my mood."

"Okay."

"I trust you."

You turned your head to face him slowly, because that one was huge.

Dean wasn't exactly the trusting type.

"...Was that not enough?" You asked,

"No."

"There's more?"

Dean nodded.

Then immediately looked away,

"I think about you first."

Your brain stopped functioning

Dean realized what he had just admitted.

Immediately stood up.

"I'm leaving now." Dean said calmly as he walked faster than usual.

JACK KANG

Jack was confusing because he flirted like a middle schooler.

Which meant half the time you couldn't tell if he liked you or if he was trying to start a fight.

One afternoon he appeared out of nowhere.

"You're short."

You looked up to see him towering over you from behind

"...Hello to you too."

Jack smirked.

"You almost didn't see me."

"I wish I didn't."

"Rude."

Eventually, after enough arguing, you sighed.

"Jack."

"Hm?"

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"You insult me every time we talk."

Jack looked genuinely surprised.

"...Those are insults?"

You swore you almost punched this guy

"Jack."

"Yeah?"

"You called me a garden gnome yesterday."

"It was affectionate."

"IT WAS WHAT?"

Jack immediately started laughing.

Eventually he sighed.

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't spend this much time annoying you, am I right?"

"That's somehow worse."

JIMMY BAE

Jimmy was the definition of mixed signals.

One day he'd act possessive.

The next day he'd disappear for six hours, probably plotting ways on how he could get revenge on Ben (obsessed mf)

One day he'd buy you food.

The next he'd call you annoying,

You were tired.

So very tired of this anger issued mob.

Finally, you cornered him on his way to his usual spot when he visits your school.

"Jimmy."

"What?"

"Be honest."

Jimmy immediately looked suspicious, and tried to walk past you

"No."

You immediately blocked the way with your arm

"JIMMY."

He sighed.

"What?"

"Do you even like me?"

He scoffed, then looked genuinely offended.

"...Are you stupid?"

"EXCUSE ME?" You layed your hand on your chest

"I'm serious."

Well, for sure you were smarter than him

Jimmy waited for an answer before groaning dramatically.

"If I didn't like you, would I be here?"

"Maybe."

"No."

"Maybe."

"No."

Jimmy grabbed your shoulders.

"I visit this damn place just to see you?"

The sheer certainty caught you off guard.

Then he immediately let go and looked away.

"...You're annoying."

"There it is."

"But you're my annoying person."

The delivery was awful

The meaning wasn't.

GRAPE LEE

You questioned your relationship with Grape for a very simple reason.

He was a menace

An actual menace with magic eyes.

Half the time he was making fun of you.

The other half he was making fun of everybody else,

One afternoon, you were peacefully eating a small box of sushi when Grape suddenly appeared beside you.

Like a sleep paralysis demon.

"That looks disgusting."

You slowly lowered your food.

"Infront of my sushi?"

Grape stole one, ate it then immediately stole another.

You stared at him filling his mouth with sushi which he APPARENTLY called disgusting btw.

"Grape."

"What?"

"Do you even like me?"

He nearly choked, looked at you as if it was your fault (kind of)

Then looked away immediately, silently chewing his sushi, which was suspicious.

"Well?"

He clicked his tongue,

"You know I don't hang out with people I don't like."

"You literally hang out with everyone."

"Wrong."

"Hah? Come again?"

"Most people are tolerable, you're my favorite."

The words came out so naturally that neither of you processed them immediately.

"...What?"

Grape looked like he wanted to dig a hole and die on it.

"I didn't say anything."

"You literally did."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

At the end of the day, he spent three hours trying to convince you that you hallucinated the entire conversation.

DONALD NA

Questioning your relationship with Donald was inevitable.

The man was emotionally unavailable in ways that should've been studied.

One afternoon, you were sitting together while he worked.

Because apparently his hobbies included paperwork and intimidating people.

You had been there for almost an hour.

Donald hadn't spoken once.

Finally, you put your phone down.

"Donald."

"Hm."

"Can I ask something?"

"You just did."

"Bruh"

Donald looked up.

"...Go ahead."

You hesitated for a while, "Do you actually enjoy being around me?"

Donald stared at you with a blank expression, as if the question itself confused him.

"What kind of question is that?"

"An honest one."

Donald stared at you, Then at his papers, Then back at you.

"You've been sitting here for fifty-three minutes."

"...Okay?" You nodded

"I knew you were here the entire time."

"...Okay?"

"I haven't told you to leave."

Your mouth did an o and remained agape

"Donald."

"What?"

"That's not normal boyfriend behavior."

"It isn't?"

"No."

He slowly set his pen down.

"Most people exhaust me."

"You don't."

Your heart immediately betrayed you,

Donald continued speaking.

Completely unaware of the damage he was causing.

"I don't have to think when you're around, I don't have to watch what I say."

"And I don't find silence uncomfortable."

"Was that supposed to be sweet?" You said letting out a laugh

He frowned slightly.

"It wasn't supposed to be anything."

"Donald, that was incredibly sweet."

"Oh."

You watched the realization slowly hit him.

Then he looked away and did his paperworks again,

But you could see the faintest tint red on the tip of his ears.

At the end of the day, you stayed beside him.

Neither of you said much afterward.

But every few minutes, his hand would drift slightly closer to yours on the table.

And for Donald?

That was basically a full-blown love confession.

It's been years since I last saw Yuji Itadori. The former trio and old friends from Jujutsu High barely kept in touch, especially one after another kept passing away. But time didn't stop for me. I traced my face with my fingers, eyes closed, memorizing every wrinkle and scar I'd earned. He used to say they were "victory or battle scars" – something to be proud of. Even years after the "victory," the pride remained.

He isolated himself from the Jujutsu Society. I wasn't sure if it was selflessness or selfishness that drove him to hide. After Hana's funeral, he was devastated, locking himself away from the world. He was lonely, but I was here too.

Now, lying in my deathbed, I realized something. He tried to return the favor – being there for the person you love, cheering and supporting them. That was even before he decided to leave.

As I tried to recall his face, I saw him hunched over, hood shadowing his features, bits of light pink hair peeking out. I couldn't see his eyes. His stance mirrored our former teacher's – a curse of being the strongest.

His hands reached for mine, bringing them to his lips for a faint peck on the back of my palm. I couldn't read his emotions – maybe my vision was too blurry, or he hid them on purpose. I couldn't speak; perhaps I was too old. Or maybe it was God's way of saying, "You don't need more pain before you pass."

But I knew it wasn't pain I felt. They say you should have happiness in your final moments. He was my happiness – even when he hid from everyone, even when he pretended he couldn't handle it.

If he couldn't be happy, at least i was  happy because of him, right?

The BP monitor's beeps filled our silence. He knew I lacked the energy to talk, so he just observed me peacefully, as if saying, "Please stay a bit longer."

I knew my time was up; my heartbeat synced with the monitor's slow line. I wanted my last sight and minutes with the man I wished I'd spent my life with.

My heartbeat slowed; my eyelids drooped. My thumb brushed against the back of his hand. I looked one last time.

"You don't have to hide from me, Yuji Itadori," I tried to say, but my voice was gone. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. My strength wasn't as strong as the feeling I'd had for him all along.

One last time, I opened my eyes. I swear I saw clear tears streaming down his face. His lips trembled; I couldn't hear his words, but I heard his muffled sobs.

"You don't have to be strong and emotionless with me, Yuji. I enjoyed every minute of your true nature," I thought, hoping he'd understand.

He didn't need to hide his feelings from me.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Tamon x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 678

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : tamon does not have social anxiety mode activated with you

ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ? : nope, from the scratch

ᴀ/ɴ : This one Is for you dear Tamon lover (I'm grinding rn, might post a one piece imagine later loll)

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The reason you ended up on Tamon’s bike?

Simple.

You owed him a favor.

It started with a text.

“I need you to pick something up for me. Now.”

No “please.” No explanation, Just pure Tamon energy!

You’d promised you’d help him out whenever he needed it, something about him covering for you when you’d ditched class to see that new movie.

“Ugh, fine,” you mutter, typing back a confirmation before shoving your phone in your pocket.

The pickup spot was on the other side of town. Far enough that walking would take an hour, too far that buses didn’t run this late.

And of course, you’d forgotten your own bike at home.

You’re standing on the curb, tapping your foot and wondering if you can convince a stranger to give you a ride, when you hear it.

The familiar sound of tires on asphalt.

You turn.

Tamon’s bike skids to a stop right in front of you.

“Get on,” he says, not even looking at you as he adjusts his grip on the handlebars.

“Wait, you said I had to pick it up myself!”

“Changed my mind. The place closes in twenty minutes. Hop on.” he pointed his head on the backseat of his bike

And that’s how you ended up here.

On the back of his bicycle.

Cruising through the quiet evening streets as the sun paints the sky orange and purple.

“Did you really have to wear sandals?” Tamon asks, glancing back for half a second before focusing on the road again.

“They’re comfortable!”

“One wrong move and you’ll slip right off the pedals.”

“I’ll be careful!”

You shift your weight, trying to find a good position, and promptly lose your balance, wobbling sideways.

“HEY!”

Before you can even react, Tamon’s reached back with one hand to steady your arm, his grip firm. (Hwjwjskwjow)

“Stay still, will you?” he snaps, but his voice is softer than usual.

“Sorry,” you mumble, gripping the edge of his shirt.

A few minutes pass in silence. The only sounds are the bike’s wheels and the distant hum of traffic.

You lean forward a little, resting your chin on his shoulder without thinking.

“…What are you doing?”

“Tired,” you yawn. “Your shoulder’s convenient.”

“Don’t even think about falling asleep,” he warns. “I am not carrying you.”

“M’not gonna fall asleep…”

You definitely start to fall asleep.

Your eyes drift shut, your breathing slows, and you feel yourself slumping further against him.

Then Tamon hits a small bump in the road, jostling you awake.

“Hey!” he says, a hint of laughter in his voice now. “Wake up. We’re almost there.”

“Just… five more minutes…”

“No. Sit up straight. Or at least hold on properly instead of using me as a pillow.”

You groan but do as he says, though instead of letting go of his shirt, you wrap both arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

“Better?” you mumble.

He goes quiet for a moment. Then

“…Yeah. Better.”

When you reach the spot, he slows the bike to a gentle stop. You reluctantly let go, sliding off and stretching your legs.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Tamon just shakes his head, but there’s a small smile on his face.

“Next time, wear shoes that make sense. And get more sleep.”

“Next time, just text me earlier!” you call back as you head toward the shop door.

Before you go in, you turn around.

“Hey, Tamon?”

“Yeah?”

“…Can you wait for me? I don’t wanna walk back alone in the dark.”

He adjusts his bike helmet, grinning slightly.

“Of course. But if you fall asleep on me again, I’m leaving you here.”

You know he wouldn’t.

And when you come back out ten minutes later, he’s leaning against his bike, scrolling through his phone, but he puts it away the second he sees you.

“Ready?” he asks.

You hop on the back, wrapping your arms around him again, this time, fully awake and holding on just like he’d asked.

“Ready.”

As you start moving again, you hear him say, almost too quiet to hear over the wind:

“…You can rest your head if you want. Just don’t actually fall asleep this time.”

You smile, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Deal.”

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Ashlyn Banner x (Fem!) Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : Oikawas flat ass, fighting, bruises

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1,397

ᴀ/ɴ : Sbg fanfic, how are we doing everybody? Ty anon for this request

ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ? : finally yes.

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It all started when you “accidentally” backed into her during lunch rush, sending her carefully organized stack of library books flying like confetti at a chaotic birthday party. While you were busy apologizing a mile a minute and tripping over your own feet trying to pick them up, she just stood there, arms crossed, watching you knock over a nearby trash can in the process. “You know,” she’d said flatly, “most people just say ‘excuse me’ instead of redecorating the hallway.” You’d grinned and shot back, “Hey, at least I’m making an impression!” She’d sighed then too, you’d later learn it was her signature move whenever you were around. Now you’re attached at the hip, though anyone who sees you two together thinks you’re either a weird hostage situation or proof that opposites attract like magnets to a messy fridge.

You’re the human equivalent of a firecracker, loud, quick to spark, and often to leave a mess. Ashlyn’s more like a smoke detector. quiet until things get dangerous, then she cuts through the noise and makes you actually listen. She’s not your “mom friend” (she’d glare if you called her that) she’s your reality check with a first aid kit. You push her buttons? she pushes you to be better. It’s less “besties who match outfits” and more “partners-in-crime who stop crimes from happening… usually.”

You’d notice her parked against the lockers during a fight, arms crossed so tight she could probably crush a soda can, eyes narrowed like she’s judging both the fight and the hallway’s paint job. Not worried, not impressed… just silently praying nobody decides to knock over the vending machine. she hates loud crashes more than your terrible life choices. She wouldn’t step in unless things got so out of hand they’d make a movie stunt coordinator wince, but the second it’s over? She’s already behind you like she teleported there or maybe she just knows your fighting spots better than you do.

The crowd’s whispering up a storm, like they’ve just seen a cat befriend a dog who chases cats for fun. “How would a quiet girl who avoids loud noises like they’re contagious befriend a loud girl who starts fights like it’s an Olympic sport?”

“Are you done?”

Her voice is flatter than oikawas ass. No yelling. That somehow makes it way worse. like being scolded by a very serious terror teacher.

She’d glance at your bruised knuckles, then at the other student walking out of there, and sigh so deeply you swear you can hear her soul doing facepalms. Not out of pity, but pure frustration. like she just watched you try to open a jar with your teeth.

“You’re not strong for doing that. You’re just quick-tempered.” She says it like she’s pointing out you’re wearing socks with sandals, obvious and objectively not great.

Ashlyn doesn’t scold with tears or raised voices. She scolds like she’s reading a product review.

“Pros: You can throw a punch. Cons: You have the decision-making skills of a goldfish!”

If you brush her off or act like it’s no bigger deal than forgetting your lunch, that’s when she invades your personal space, not in a scary way, but close enough that her voice hits you like a cold splash of water on a hot day.

“You think this solves anything? Or do you just like giving people reasons to put a target on your back? It’s not a fashion statement, by the way.”

There’s a pause. Her gaze locks onto yours, the kind of serious stare that makes you realize you can’t answer without sounding like an idiot.

“You’re making yourself a target. And worse? You’re making it easier.”

It doesn’t feel like warm, fuzzy concern. It feels like being called out by someone who knows you can do better.

If you keep at it, she goes from “casual hallway observer” to “low-key bodyguard who’s judging you.” She’ll be lurking around corners, pretending to read a book while keeping one eye on you like you’re a toddler near a staircase.

One day, she grabs your wrist before you can march toward another disaster. Not rough but firm enough to stop you, like a door that won’t budge when you’re in a hurry.

“Enough.”

Just one word, but it carries more weight than your entire collection of heavy metal band tees.

“You don’t get to keep doing this and pretend it doesn’t matter. Because it does, even if you’re acting like it’s just ‘Tuesday.’”

Her grip loosens, but she doesn’t back away. Her eyes narrow, but stay steady. like she’s waiting for you to either listen or prove she wasted her time.

“Next time, you walk away. I don’t care who started it, even if they insulted your favorite band or said pineapple belongs on pizza.”

And when you argue back, because of course you do her expression hardens slightly, like butter turning ice hard in the fridge.

“Then prove you have control. Because right now?” A slight tilt of her head, like she’s inspecting you. “You don’t.”

But, When someone else starts a fight with you and she’s nearby? She moves faster than you can throw a punch.

No big show, no yelling even. she just steps between you and them like she’s been waiting for the moment. The other student goes quiet so fast you’d think they’d seen a ghost… or just realized she’s the one who organizes the detention list. She pulls you away without looking back, then pauses to face your would-be opponent.

“Find something better to do. Like learning how to mind your own business. it’s free.”

She says it like it’s a fact, not a threat. The crowd’s so silent you could hear a paper clip drop.

She doesn’t look at you right away, but when she does, that sharp look softens a little, like a cactus blooming.

“Don’t make me do your thinking for you. I already have enough on my plate, including remembering to bring bandages every single day.”

She walks beside you in silence for a bit, then mutters like she’s annoyed with herself too.

“Clean your hands. You’ll get an infection, and then I’ll have to explain to the nurse why you look like you got into a fight with a blender.”

No softness in her tone, but she slows down just enough to match your pace, her version of holding your hand without actually touching you.

Because even if she won’t say it out loud, Ashlyn’s way of caring is both complicated and simple: she expects better from you, and she refuses to let you keep picking the worst options like they’re the only ones on the menu.

And yeah… somehow, she always ends up treating your wounds.

You’re leaning over the sink, trying to wash blood off your knuckles like you’re just cleaning up ketchup. The door creaks open, and you already know who it is, you’d recognize that sigh from a mile away.

“…You’re kidding me. Again?”

Ashlyn walks in, takes one look at your hands, and sighs so deeply you think she might suck the air out of the room!?

“You fight like you’ve never heard of consequences. Or soap and water, apparently.”

You shrug. “I won though.”

She gives you a look that could melt plastic (lolol)

“Congrats. You also look like you lost a fight with a bear… and the bear was losing.”

Before you can fire back, she grabs your wrist and tugs your hands under the faucet like she’s taking control of a misbehaving hose.

“Move. You’re doing it wrong, you’re not trying to paint the sink red.”

Her touch is careful, but not gentle in a mushy way. More like a mechanic fixing a car, efficient, no nonsense. She cleans the cuts, dabs them dry with paper towels, then pulls out a small first aid kit from her bag (because of course she does  she’s basically a walking emergency station in your case).

You blink, staring at the kit like it’s a magic trick. “Why do you have that on you?”

“…Because of you. I’m starting to think I should just sew it to my belt.”

You actually laugh a little, the first real laugh since the fight.

She doesn’t crack a smile, focusing on wrapping your knuckles like she’s preparing you for a very unexciting boxing match.

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not! Ow okay, okay, fine!”

“You're moving. You wiggle more than a worm on a hook.”

She tightens the bandage just enough to make you hiss.

“That’s for being stupid.”

“…You just punished me with medical supplies.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember it next time you feel like throwing hands instead of words.”