#kermis writes

❖M.T❖

❖You are now required to give a five-slide presentation on each food and how it was made. And no, you cannot deny this command.

❖Bold of you to assume, he wouldn't start taking pieces of food off your plate randomly. Turn your head away once, look back half your bento is gone. Little thief.

❖This man is besides you in a second once he sees you pull out your bento with a wide grin. He’s too cute to say no. You give him a piece, and he walks away happily, only to walk back happily and come back five seconds later.

❖For sure is doing research and searching for restaurants in Japan, but is 100% sure that none of it will be as good as your food. Honestly contemplates taking a plane to America. 

❖Will lowkey brag, but won't make it seem like he’s bragging, but he is.Like weird flex but ok.

❖Will for sure ask for a bento OR let him overhear you talking about cooking, expect him to just show up with a wide smile and basically inhaling the food.

❖But he makes you feel special, because he can't cook much for himself. Please, this man is hopeless in the kitchen.

❖K.E❖

❖Teach him. Please! Teach him. 

❖This man looked like he ascended. When you teach him, you will have to write each and every single step, no shortcuts! This man will get lost and start a fire. 

❖If he’s successful, he’ll be proud, but slightly disappointed. It wont taste like it has your love or exactly like yours, so if he shares it with you, he’s extremely nervous. To be completely honest, it’s good.  Kirishima is a lowkey good cook when he has written instructions. If he doesn't it’s a mess. 

❖Highkey boosts his ego and will try to cook more for you. He’s sweet. An angel if you will. Giving me very much angel vibes. 

❖If you both are really close, he’ll steal small bites that you catch him mid-stealing. He’ll apologize, but gets caught a second time. 

❖Talks about how good of a cook you are. Like expect to start feeding the entire Bakusquad. 

❖But it doesnt stop  there. The entire class is like, “So you gon share with us or….”

❖Thanks Kirishima. What turned into feeding one turned into feeding 20.

❖H.S❖

❖WILL.NOT.SAY.A.DAMN.THING. He will reach and just grab a piece and act like nothing happening. With a like, “It’s good.” BITCH

❖If you slap his hand away, he will look so offended. Like he never felt more betrayed. Like if you try to get a bite of his food, he will slap your hand away. 

❖Shinsou seems like an asshole, but he’s funny, but fast as fuck. You dont see him stealing pieces of your food. Like he’s the type to watch your drink at a party, only to accidentally start drinking it.  

❖Man is for sure to blank out while he’s eating until you shout his name, and he’s like “What?” Like, i don't know maybe it’s the fact you're stealing my food. 

❖THIS MAN IS A FREELOADER, BUT MINUS THE CLEANING OR HELPING! Someone please. I am asking you to please feed this man, because im tired of food just going missing.  

❖Shinsou eats a lot. No. I will not accept constructive criticism. 

❖You should see it as a complement. He enjoys your cooking. So that’s nice.

“Youre staring again.” 

Tearing his eyes away from you, his face flushing red. This being the 12th time within a time span of 20 minutes he’s been caught staring at you. Hide held back a snicker, watching his friend turn his gaze back to his book, only to be back on you within five seconds.

Making this his 13th time getting caught staring

(White-haired)Kaneki K.

-Youd think this mfer hates you

-Stares into your soul, like bitch. Advert your eyes. Why you staring so damn much

-Makes a mental note of things and hobbies you enjoy

-Will research and learn about them and bring it into conversation

-Quietly protective, but lowkey be scaring others away

-Will subtly place his hand on the lower part of your back in crowded spaces. 

-Memories the way you smell

-Definitely thought about eating you, but he decided against it. Promise.

“You like these right?”

Passing you your favorite food, watching you smile. 

“How d'you know?”

“You mentioned it once.” (Just confess, boy.) The rest of his day is amazing because of that small interaction. 

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It was all purely coincidental. 

𝇙A bookstore that Akaashi often visited, we needed space from his hectic roommates and partners. Taking a seat near the back and out of sight, reading several books by himself. Until you silently took the seat across the table from him, seeming to cram in your studies. Quietly cussing out your homework and notes, before dropping your head on the notebook and repeating the process. It was funny, and he found himself focusing more on you than the book. So when the time came around for him to leave, he slipped a small note on your books before leaving. 

Or maybe it was fate.

𝇙A teacher aid to an English class at Nekoma. Kuroo finds himself giving you advice while both in the teachers' lounge, while you grade students' papers while taking a bite of your sandwich. You were sweet and often slipped up while speaking, trying not to sound unprofessional. Always dressed your best with something to prove, and always kind and joked around with your students. You were well-loved. Even by him.

Purely Fate.

𝇙Bokuto had gotten lost. Losing his phone, wallet, and motivation within the same five minutes. He was trying to surprise his partner by showing up at his school during volleyball practice, but didn’t know the way. Until you appeared and helped him. Even finding his phone and wallet, like a good luck magnet. He promised to pay you back someday and to just expect the unexpected. 

Whether it be a coincidence—

𝇙Playing one-on-one games against Kenma, sitting on his couch, determined to win. Or sitting across from Akaashi him helping you study for your final or grading papers without a single worry.

Whether it be fate—

𝇙Kuroo teaching you how to serve a volleyball, watching it fly over the net, a small surge of pride filling him. Or Bokuto ordering several sweets and sending them to your workplace, with a note saying expect the unexpected.

It didn’t matter in the end.

𝇙Watching you agree to their group confessions. Watching the smile spread across your lips before being tackled into a hug by Bokuto and Kuroo. Or a year into the relationship, when you moved in adding your little touches. Watching you cook with Kuroo and Akaashi, only to get dragged away by Bokuto to dance with him. Or you and Kenma fighting over the blankets, before just using each other for heat. Supporting every single one of Bokuto’s games. You.

They needed you.

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Pretty.

You're so pretty. Walking side with a few girls from your class, he found himself staring. Going from your cute flat nose to your plump full lips, to your eyes. Burning it all into memory before having to turn back to his game. You weren’t in his class, but you seemed to know of him. A few girls seemed to be fans but never brave enough to approach.

Kind.

You often put others before yourself, which made you kind. “Um hello...” Your voice breaking through the volleyball practice, a red jacket on your arm. Watching you chest rise and fall trying to catch your breath like you had ran, missing your blazer and bag. “Kozume, you left your jacket outside during lunch, and I’m here to give it back...” Giving a silent nod, walking over to you and taking the jacket, his hand brushing yours. His face erupting in red, trying to figure out words.

“Thanks—Did you run to give it to me?”

Watching you purse your lips to stop an embarrassing smile, giving yourself away. “She sure did! Literally wouldn’t let anyone else give it to you.” Your friends butted in as you tried to shush and push them back toward the main school building, blurting out a fast goodbye. Staring at his jacket, before bringing it up to his nose. A small smile spreading across his only to disappear as the rest of the volleyball began to tease him.

It smells faintly like you.

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∭Nekoma∭

⇲Lev is the first to notice y’all and is all curious

⇲But when it actually starts, he is clapping along

⇲Kenma will watch you mindlessly, eyes train on you as you lead them

If you messed up at any point, he’d notice, but you looked so confident, he would question himself

⇲Kuroo is whistling and cheering y’all on. Most likely heard of it before but never seen it up close.

⇲1st years be dancing along, Lev trying to do the step only to mess up 

⇲Inouka is hyped up, even if y'all ain't cheering for them

⇲Yamamoto eyes your outfit, like what a cutie. This man is ridiculous.

⇲When the game is over, expect Lev and the other first years swarm you and beg you to teach

⇲How could you say no and teach them a lil' in the middle of the hall

⇲They adorable. Kuroo probably invites you to practice and teach them all as a bonding experience

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🜓Hearing your laughter from across the room, talking amongst your group of friends, Akaashi couldn't help but turn his head. Watching you talk excitedly just as you packed your belongings at the end of class. He couldn't help but stare. Longer than he should. Tearing his eyes to laugh at one of his classmate’s jokes, that he was hardly listening. Somehow his eyes always found their way back to you. 

“You have very pretty eyes, Akaashi-san.”

🜓He couldn't help himself. Whenever he saw you, he couldn't help but hug you if you allowed him to. Or throw a loose arm over your shoulder. Bokuto was just like that. Brushing his hands against your arms or shoulders when excited. Brushing his fingertips against yours whenever you passed him something. Everything longer than it should be, longer than it needed to be, but that was just how Bokuto was. 

Rule Number Two:

No lingering Touches

“Bokuto-san, you really are amazing. Ya know that.”

🜓It just became habit. Buying something from the store, vending machine, givin’ something from a coworker. Kuroo didn't realize he was doing it. The smile on your face from receiving something and feeling the need to pay him back never got old. He found it immensely adorable, to where he found himself doing it on purpose to it simply becoming habit. He didn't mean to, but giving you gifts was just fun.

Rule Number Three:

No Gifts

“Ill pay you back eventually, Kuroo-san!”

When Akaashi turned away, your eyes flickered to him. Trained on his side profile, burning it into memory. Even if he was already in a relationship, you couldn't help but stare and slightly sigh before turning away and leaving your class. Even if on your deathbed. You couldn't. You wouldn't admit, the feeling deep within your chest. That sprouted oh so painfully. You wouldn't admit it.

Rule Number One:

No lingering Gazes

“Thank you, L/N-san, but I find your eyes far more beautiful than mine.”

Leaning into his touch. You found yourself doing it often. Different and yet so familiar from anything you felt before. His hands brushing against your shoulder, leaving your skin hot and searing. It burned. A part wanted to say he meant it, wanted to say he felt the way you did. Love. Yet he didnt. He couldnt especially when he seemed to hug whoever, making me feel less special.

Rule Number Two:

No lingering Touches

“Y/N-chan! This spike is dedicated to you!”

Kindly accepting the gift with a smile and a threat of paying him by surprise. Watching him turn away with a playful smile and soft chuckle, waving you off. Only to become surprised and slightly flustered by the bag on his desk. You watched him from afar, with a smile you try to conceal, before turning away and carrying on with life as if nothing had happened. As if not with every gift, a piece of your heart goes along with it. It’s alright.

Rule Number Three:

No Gifts

“A gift from my Y/N-chan! I feel so special!”

Three rules

Each rule broken

Why?

Because of you. Always you. To simply want you. To simply need you.

You.

More special than you are. More special and wanted beyond what you could simply comprehend. 

Three…

The males confessed in front of you. Pouring out all they wanted, all they thought of.

You.

Now if only you could see you. The way they do.

𝇙“Ok.” Speaking in a hushed whisper, before silently pecking my cheek before pulling away and rinsing his hands, and flicking water in my face with a soft grin. 

𝇙“You scared the fuck out of me Haku.” Watching him need the pink dye into the cookie dough, trying to his grin as I mixed the prepared the second batch of cookies. “This is very serious.” One of Haku’s favorite activities was baking once, discovering it. Saying it was relaxing.

𝇙“Sure. That’s why you got dough on yo’ face.” Leaning forward and kissing off the extra dough, watching his cheeks turn pink.

𝇙“I said it’s time to be serious. These cookies aren't going to make themselves.”

𝇙“I am helping you.”

𝇙“You're—You're a frustrating cute distraction!”

𝇙“I know.”

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