#rantarosbf writes

Rantaro glanced down at you with a soft grin on his face. "You warm, love?"

You nodded at him, nuzzling further into his side. "Just because of you."

His smile widened and he squeezed you. "I'm glad."

Just then the train came into view, screeching to a halt in front of the two of you after a moment. You followed Rantaro onto it, hands tangled together. He closed the umbrella and pulled you into a seat, giving you the window. Once you were both settled you leaned against him once again.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head, and his strong hand rubbed circles on your knee. His rings pressed into it, but that only made your stomach flutter.

You yawned and he raised his eyebrows at you. "Sleepy?"

You hummed in agreement and dropped your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. He chuckled and kissed your head again. "That's alright. We still have over an hour 'til our stop. Get some sleep baby."

Rantaro is always so helpful w Shuichi’s dysphoria Bc he’s such a nice sweet boy. He loves to stress how gay he is and how they are gay dating Bc it makes Shuichi’s lil heart go WOW

Pre top surgery Shuichi always wears hoodies at every moment he’s not wearing a binder or feeling dysphoric and rantaro is always so sweet and makes sure to hug him in the right ways to avoid his chest and always ask before touching him and HDHHHFHHH :((((

Post top surgery!!!! Rantaro helps w his scar cream n stuff and gives him massages and always showers him in kisses and tells him how handsome he is hehehe

Rantaro loves Shuichi’s tummy. He has a lil squishiness to him and it makes him go AWOOGA. he uses it as a pillow and loves to blow raspberries on it and make him go WISHAHDN

Don’t get him started on Shuichi’s thighs

When they kiss and shuichi feels his piercings or anything he goes absolutely buck wild Bc FUCK!!!!

Rantaro loves to carry him literally does it all the time and shu is like babe. Put me down. My legs work. He cannot be persuaded.

Rantaro convinces Shuichi to start getting piercings hehehehehe and hes so sweet to him Bc he looks so good

Rantaro appreciates PDA and likes it Bc he can flaunt his bf. But he always makes sure that Shuichi is comfortable with it Bc he is a sweet boy

Rantaro is protective dhmu.

Shuichi is clingy clingy (clingy Shuichi headcanons coming soon hehe) and gets very grumpy when he has to go out or he has work to do. He wants cuddles from Bf all the time and it is not fair.

When they first started flirting Shuichi still wore his hat and covered his face w it constantly Bc wow rantaro is a flirt master and he has no idea how he got passed the flirting stage into the dating one

Rantaro leaned down and kissed the top of Shuichi’s head. “You know how much I adore you, Shu?”

He hummed and nuzzled into his chest. “Mhm...”

“Good.” He whispered, twirling his hair between his fingers. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

Shuichi placed a kiss onto Rantaro’s chest. “You’re always cute.” He smiled. He opened his eyes and they locked gazes, a grin splaying onto the older’s cheeks.

“You’re the cute one.”

The detective stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and stretched his arms out, wrapping them around Rantaro’s neck and scooting up to get closer to his face. “Noooooope.”

Shuichi wasn’t normally this playful, and his boyfriend thought he was going to explode with how much he loved this side of him. As much as he loved when the boy was a blushing mess unable to form a sentence, his cute, feisty side was just as good. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mhm. You’re cuuuute.”

Rantaro chuckled and a light blush went over his cheeks. He wasn’t weak for many things, but Shuichi’s compliments he was. He stroked a thumb over his soft cheek and the other leaned into the touch. “Alright, I trust your judgment.” He then placed his hands on Shuichi’s waist, triggering blush onto his cheeks now. “What?”

The smaller boy grumbled. “Nothin’.” Rantaro smirked and rubbed his hands up and down his sides.

“So you can call me cute but I can’t touch you? No fair.”

Shuichi shook his head and grumbled again. “It’s no fair you can embarrass me so fast.” He nuzzled his face back into his chest. “You’re too hard to fluster.”

The green haired boy giggled, squeezing his boyfriend’s sides. “You’re adorable. You fluster me more than anyone ever could, so hush.”

There was a third grumble but no further response due to the mass amount of blushing going on. He kissed his head again. “I loooove you.”

He hoped that his boss didn’t actually watch the security cameras in case he did end up passed out on the counter. No matter how much sleep he got, he was always this tired. It was miserable.

The blue haired boy’s head perked up when he saw a car pull into the parking lot. Great! Another reason he had to stay awake. At least he was being paid. He watched the door swing open and a figure climb out. Once the person was approaching the automatic doors, his face turned bright red.

He wasn’t the bold type, not at all. In fact he was very much the opposite. You see the person that got out of the car was. Very attractive. Not just like ‘oh hey they look good!’, it was ‘oh my god i just saw you for the first time and imagined our wedding in a split second’.

He was a taller man with curly, soft green hair. He had several piercings on his face, and his ears were decked out with jewelry. He had on bracelets and rings, which drew Shuichi’s attention to his hands.

Why did he have to look at his hands? It only made his face hotter.

The doors opened and he straightened his shirt and hat, smiling at the man in front of him. He was wearing a large backpack and had a loose striped shirt on that revealed his collarbones. Again. Way too attractive to be real.

Shuichi began to doubt the fact that he was actually awake, and wasn’t dreaming about literal Prince Charming walking into the convenience store he worked at.

“H-Hello!” He greeted (as it was his job to do so) with a nervous smile.

The man waved and came straight up to the counter. “Hey! I was wondering if I could plug in my phone here? You see I’m on a road trip and my phone died.” His voice was gravelly and matched how he looked. Shuichi almost fell over.

“U-Uh, yeah. I can plug it in behind the counter.” He took the phone from the mystery man and plugged it in, his hands shaky. He was watching Shuichi’s movements, tilting his head a bit.

“You okay bud? Seem a little shaken up.” Shuichi turned to look at him again, the eye contact making his stomach flutter. How the fuck was this happening? He had never met this man before in his life and now he was stuttering and shaking at the sight of him.

He nodded quickly. “Y-Yea, just a bit cold right now, and I don’t like working alone.” He came up with a quick excuse and the man frowned.

“That sucks. Well it’ll be a bit before my phone turns on, I’ll keep you company!” He set his bag down on the floor and leaned forward on the counter, chin in his hands.

Shuichi looked down so his hat would cover his blushing face. “That’s c-cool.” This made the green haired man smile.

He looked down at Shuichi’s name tag. “Shuichi. I’m Rantaro.” He held out a hand for the boy to shake. He did hesitantly, praying his hands weren’t as clammy as he thought. His rings were cold on his skin. “You from around here?”

The cashier nodded. “Yeah, I live close by. What about you? You seem like you do a lot of traveling.”

Rantaro chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I prefer ‘adventuring’ however. Has a better feel. I live about two hundred miles from here. This town is nice though, I envy you.”

Shuichi mumbled an apology for using the wrong term, and Rantaro waved it off, admitting he was just being a pest. “It’s okay here I guess, but isn’t it a little dark to see the town that well? You can’t really say it’s nice from this impression.” Shuichi questioned.

Rantaro chuckled, the sound giving him butterflies. “Oh I haven’t seen much. But so far it’s made a good impression...” His eyes locked on Shuichi, staring at him through lashes.

The heat on his face returned worse than ever. To avoid eye contact he checked the man’s phone, it being at only eight percent. He pointed it out and Rantaro shrugged.

“I don’t think I’m gonna leave the area for maybe a couple days, so just enough juice to get me to a hotel works.” Shuichi nodded and kept his eyes glued to the floor. Rantaro slid forward so he was basically laying on the counter. “So Shuichi. Got any plans tomorrow?”

The blue haired boy’s heart leapt out of his chest and he pulled his hat down to cover his embarrassment. “N-No...”

Rantaro smiled at him. He didn’t expect to meet a cute boy at a convenience store, but he had no real destination for his trip. Rest and a date were very appealing to him. He pointed at his phone behind the counter. “Put your number in there. I’d like to see you again, when you’re not working.”

Shuichi had to take the hat off his face to shakily grab the phone and put his number into Rantaro’s contacts. He unplugged it and held it out to him. The taller of the two winked and took the phone from him, touching his hand briefly. “Yea, th-that’d be really nice...”

Rantaro slipped his phone into his pocket and smiled. “I’ll text you. And by the way, you’re cute when you blush. See ya tomorrow!”

He was pretty much unphased, turning on his heel and leaving the store, not without a wave through the window to the speechless cashier.

Once the car pulled out of the lot Shuichi dropped his head onto the counter, smiling and full of excitement.

Mukuro sat quietly, drinking tea and unwinding after her last session with the counselor who worked with some of the other students living in the dorms. To be truthful, she loved seeing everyone working to get better and all of the support they gave each other. Sure there were some situations here and there between others, but overall no one really had trouble with each other. She was happy to be here.

It was a knock on her door that took her from these thoughts, standing to open it. The knock was quiet and timid, which made sense once she opened the door. 

The purple haired nurse stood with her head down, twiddling her fingers nervously. 

“Oh, hi Mikan. What’s up?” The soldier asked, slightly concerned with her nervousness. 

Ever since the incident with turning her class to despair, Mukuro had a soft spot for them. She had a lot of regrets when it came to following Junko, and she never really knew how to express it. The only way she could was to show small aspects of care towards them, trying to prove she wasn’t as bad as Junko made her feel.

Mikan was a special case, seeing her fall for Junko so hard only to be used and hurt, it made her heart wrench. She was one of the cases she saw the closest, which probably played a big part in why she felt somewhat protective of the girl. She wanted to prove she wasn’t bad to Mikan as well.

“S-Sorry to bother you!” She squealed. “I j-just was wondering if I could ask for your help with something? You don’t have to, b-but-”

The black haired girl raised a hand and smiled down at her. “You’re okay, Mikan. I’m always open to help you.”

The nurse’s face went bright pink and she continued. “Well I... I’ve been thinking that I really don’t like my hair... It just reminds me of th-the past and it looks really... bad. I was wondering if you could help me shave it off?”

Mukuro perked up, heart filling with joy. “O-Oh! Of course! Right now?”

The shorter girl nodded and Mukuro gestured for her to come inside. “I have some clippers in my bathroom from my... more intense soldier days. Y’know I used to have a buzzcut.”

Mikan let out a small ‘ooo’, looking around with wonder at all of the things Mukuro had laying around. Uniforms, boots, bandages, the works. 

The soldier led her into the bathroom and set up a chair, pulling out the clippers and other supplies. Any other girl would try to talk Mikan out of it, but she had nothing but support. She obviously knew what she wanted, and Mukuro was going to give her that.

Mikan sat down with an excited look on her face. Mukuro held up a few of the guards. “How short?”

The nurse pointed at one of the bigger ones (that would leave her with a solid inch of hair) and the other put it on, plugging it in and standing behind the girl. “Ready?”

Mikan nodded enthusiastically, and the buzzing started. Her face beamed as the locks began to fall, drowning Mukuro’s floor in a sea of burgundy. The joy on her face left butterflies in the soldier’s stomach.

After a moment of touching up and making sure it was even, Mukuro turned off the clippers and was greeted with a squeal of happiness. Mikan waved her hands excitedly and ran them through her new hair. It was fuzzy and pleasant, and the fresh start she really wanted.

A wide grin grew over Mukuro’s face at the sight. She was so happy to have helped Mikan like this. Not to mention how good it looked on her. She looked.. breathtaking.

She had to stop herself from staring, mouth hanging open in thought. She hesitated, but took a breath. “You look so good, Mikan.”

The black haired girl was taken aback, quite literally, when Mikan threw herself onto her, hugging her tightly. “Thank you so much, Mukuro!”

She slowly wrapped her arms around the shorter girl after raising them in shock. She was so soft and looked so pretty and god she wanted nothing but to protect her and see her this happy all the time. 

Mikan pulled away, smiling. Mukuro’s face was a deep crimson. “You’re welcome, Mikan... U-Uh, I..”

The nurse tilted her head, somehow looking cuter than before.

“You do like girls, right?” She blurted out before covering her mouth in shock. I mean yes she did, she was in love with Junko. It was a stupid question.

Mikan’s face turned twice as red. “M-Mhm!” She squeaked, twiddling her fingers and looking down at the floor.

“You’re just so pretty, and cute, and... C-Could we go out sometime? Like on a date?” She stammered.

Mikan jumped a bit, lip quivering. Then she was nodding frantically, eyes shut tight. “Y-Yes! That’d be really nice!”

Mukuro sighed out with relief. “C-Cool.”

Mikan shakily stepped forward and pressed her lips against Mukuro’s cheek, scampering out of her dorm like a mouse, without even offering to help clean up all the hair. She would feel bad and come back later, not that Mukuro minded. She just stood in the bathroom, locking eyes with herself in the mirror, a woozy grin covering her face.

But then again he had never been a romantic person before he met Shuichi Saihara. The boy made him into a factory of affection and care. Since meeting him, he wanted to protect him. Hold him in his embrace, run his hands through his soft blue hair, breathe in his scent. There was nothing about Shuichi that he didn’t adore. The way he smiled at him, the way he blushed when he kissed his cheek. Rantaro would do small things for him, like paint his nails or open a car door for him, and it would make his face turn bright pink.

He didn’t easily admit he was in love, but yes, he was in love with Shuichi. There was nothing that could change this fact. He wanted to have him forever.

He wanted to wake up in the morning and see him sleeping beside him, he wanted to brush his hair and make him breakfast. He wanted to carry him around the house, singing and dancing. He wanted to see the stars together, travel together, just... be together. And he had never wanted anything more than this, he was absolutely sure of it.

So he stood in the bathroom, thinking and staring at his reflection, trying to prepare himself as much as possible. Nothing was going to go wrong. He breathed out one last time, finally taking his hand out of his pocket, fidgeting with the thing inside of it.

Rantaro was dawned in a loose shirt, his usual necklaces and rings, his hair done nicely. Nothing crazy, but nice nonetheless.

He opened the door to see a boy standing in the living room waiting, staring down at his phone, distracted. His heart fluttered.

Shuichi was wearing a black turtleneck, framing him so well. His nails were still painted black from a few days prior, slightly chipped from him picking at it. He had done his eyeliner and added a bit more eyeshadow than usual. He had little bits of glitter covering his skin, and lip gloss to bring out the beautiful pink of his lips.

Rantaro smiled widely. “Hi baby. You look breathtaking.”

Shuichi looked up after flinching slightly, immediately smiling back with a blush. “Hi my love, you too.”

The other held out his hand. “May I?”

“You may.” Their fingers laced together and they left the house, Rantaro making sure he had all of the supplies. They had planned a picnic during the sunset, celebrating their second anniversary. It was going to be perfect.

The drive there Shuichi was squirming, glancing at Rantaro and blushing. He just looked so nice. The way his hands gripped the wheel, the way his rings complimented them. His jewelry always left the detective swooning.

“’Taro...?”

Rantaro glanced over at him and grabbed his hand over the center console. “Yes?”

“You look really pretty today... N-Not that you’re not always pretty, I just mea-”

“Shu. I know, you’re okay. But thank you, bubs. You know I love you, right?”

Shuichi looked down at his feet. “I love you too...”

Rantaro grinned at him and squeezed his hand.

They arrived at the spot they picked, a clearing on a path that went through a forest in a nearby park. It had a perfect view of the western skyline, a tall willow tree, and was by a pond that they could see fish swimming in. It was a peaceful, peaceful place.

Rantaro laid out the blanket and Shuichi sat down, unpacking the picnic basket. They had brought cheese and crackers, as well as fresh fruit and wine. Nothing too fancy, but still nice.

The traveler sat next to him, making sure he still had the object in his pocket. After confirming, he turned to the boy. The sun was going to set in nearly ten minutes. Just enough time.

“Wine, dear?”

Shuichi nodded and took out the snacks while Rantaro poured it, handing him a glass gingerly. He held out his own and the other clicked it against his, cheeks still painted pink. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

They sat in silence then, sipping wine and holding hands. Rantaro began feeding Shuichi fruit, making him giggle. Soon they were both giggling messes, tossing food and trying to catch it in their mouths. Rantaro’s heart was throbbing at the sight of Shuichi’s anxiety leaving, giggling and smiling without fear.

The green haired boy then had an idea, and placed a strawberry between his teeth. He looked at Shuichi through his lashes and leaned forward, him returning the action, blush returning. After he bit it, Rantaro connected their lips securely and their eyes fluttered shut. Shuichi’s hands coiled around the back of his neck and twiddled with the green locks. He was leaning backwards with the other slightly above him, strong hand on the small of his back. Shuichi’s face was on fire. This went on for a few moments, before Rantaro pulled back, lip gloss all over his lips as well. Shuichi giggled at this.

They glanced towards the sky, starting to turn orange and a deep purple. It reflected in the water perfectly, making the sight more beautiful than either of them could’ve imagined.

Rantaro tensed. This was his queue.

He leaned back to sit, letting Shuichi’s arms slide off of him.

“Shuichi, can I tell you something?”

Shuichi’s heart jumped and his stomach nearly flipped. “Y-Yeah?”

Rantaro took one of his hands into both of his and grinned, looking him deeply in the eyes. “I love you. I love you more than anything. Before you, I wasn’t the type for stuff like this. I would never go on picnics, or get all dressed up, or wish for someone to meet my family. I was always travelling, I didn’t get attached to people, because I was just going to leave. No one made me want to stay enough. Until I met you.” Shuichi was blushing down his neck, lip quivering. Rantaro laughed a little, feeling his eyes begin to well up. “You’ve made me into the man I am today. You made me treasure love, you made me... get it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re so beautiful, so talented, so sweet and compassionate and caring. You’ve never let me down and you wouldn’t hurt a fly, you and I know that. And I...” They were both crying now, hands linked together tightly. “I want nothing but to spend every second with you. I want to take you on my adventures, I want you to be part of my family. You are the most wonderful thing I have ever laid eyes upon. S-So uh, Shuichi?”

The detective was wiping his face with his sleeve, smile quivering but still there. “Y-Yeah, Rantaro?”

Rantaro pulled the small black box out of his pocket and popped it open. “Will you marry me?”

Shuichi let out a sob, throwing himself forward. He cried into Rantaro’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. “Yes, yes yes yes, more than anything yes.” The stress left the man’s body in a second, holding his boyfriend fiancé back and kissed his head a few times, giggling. 

The detective sat back to get a better look at the ring. A silver band with three small turquoise gems. He shook his hands with excitement and let Rantaro slide it onto his finger. “I-It’s so pretty!”

Rantaro wasn’t able to make himself stop smiling, the sight of it finally on Shuichi’s finger giving him butterflies. It was perfect.

“A beautiful ring for my beautiful boy.”

Rantaro was taking a shower after a long day, and as much as Shuichi would’ve loved to join him, he didn’t think it was very appropriate to shower together at his boyfriend’s parent’s house. The traveler was pretty confused, insinuating it wasn’t inherently sexual. He knew that, he just wanted to be as polite as possible. Not to mention if anyone found out and he was teased for it he’d turn into a puddle of embarrassment. Rantaro would’ve liked that though.

So he recounted the events of today. They had driven up a few hours to go to the Amami household, where Rantaro’s parents and six of his sisters lived. The other six were off at college or they moved away and started their own families. Either way, spending the day with his boyfriend’s family was everything he’d hoped for. His youngest sisters sat around Shuichi, asking him questions about being a detective and anything about his life they could think of. Rantaro leaned against the wall, a grin on his face the entire time. One of them, around ten years old Shuichi suspected, offered to paint his nails, which he happily accepted. He now had a thin coat of messy glitter nail polish on, which he quite honestly loved. Dinner with the family was just as fun and eventful, only now it was Rantaro’s parents asking the questions. How him and Rantaro met, how old he was, the works. 

His face got very pink whenever Rantaro spoke about him, always getting way too sweet way too casually. At some points he’d reach next to him and place his hand on Shuichi’s knee, or take his hand into his own. The green haired man did this without even looking at his boyfriend, making him incredibly hot in the face. He wished he had his hat to hide it. 

“So, when’s the wedding?” Rantaro’s father asked, and Shuichi nearly spit out his water. You see, he called him his future father-in-law earlier, but he never really outwardly discussed the topic of marriage.

Rantaro chuckled, and Shuichi’s face stayed bright red, staring down at his plate. “Woah there dad. Wait ‘til I propose someday, then we can talk about it.” He grinned, and two of his sisters squealed and looked at each other. Shuichi was full of butterflies. Rantaro admitting he would propose someday made a smile spread on his face. The taller squeezed his hand and finally turned to him with a loving grin. Shuichi thought he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his head.

After dinner the younger girls spent hours planning Shuichi and Rantaro’s wedding. Running back and forth to ask each of them questions, creating the most tacky yet adorable wedding plans.

“Shuichi!” He turned his head and smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you’d wear a dress at your wedding? We were just talking and realized there HAS to be a dress. How is it even a wedding without one?!”

Rantaro smirked at the question, and Shuichi returned to his embarrassed state. “U-Uh maybe, I’m sure I would if you and your sisters designed it!” 

She cheered and ran back to the others, scribbling more ideas with colored pencils. Rantaro turned his head, still smirking. “Y’know... I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a dress.”

NOPE. Shuichi thought he was going to vomit up butterflies. Rantaro was being incredibly unfair today. All he did was nod.

“Pretty.” He cooed, and Shuichi slapped his arm lightly. He could only take so much Rantaro charm in front of people. 

The girls were put in bed after planning the entire wedding down to the cake (which was going to be pink apparently), and Rantaro decided to take a shower. His father offered Shuichi tea to help him get to sleep and then he was here; Thinking about his day.

The bathroom door swung open and let out a cloud of steam, Rantaro walking out with just a towel around his waist. Shuichi went red again, forcing himself to not stare at his boyfriend’s godly body.

“How was your shower?” He asked.

“Nice and warm. Missed you though, baby.” Rantaro smiled, going to his suitcase for fresh clothes. 

They were silent for a minute, before Shuichi spoke up, his thoughts racing. “I uh... I really like it here. They’re all so sweet to me...”

Rantaro perked up and smiled. “As they should be. I told you they’d like you.”

The detective looked down at the blankets. “Did you mean what you said...? About, y’know...”

His boyfriend chuckled and came over to him, holding his face in both hands and lifting his chin so they could be eye to eye. “Proposing?” Shuichi confirmed with a nod. “More than words, my love. But more would spoil the surprise, right?”

Shuichi may have fainted again. “That’s.... I....” He didn’t know what to say, only leaning forward and connecting their lips. Rantaro smiled into it, stroking the boy’s cheek with his thumb.

“I love you, Shu. Thank you for coming here with me.”

“It’s so pretty...” Shuichi whispered, looking all around him with wonder in his eyes.

Rantaro turned his head to look at him, and smiled at the joy he was radiating. It was adorable. “You’re right.” He squeezed the other’s hand.

They spotted a bench, and Shuichi pointed towards it. “Can we sit?” Rantaro nodded. So they did, with Shuichi pressed against his boyfriend, head leaning on his shoulder. He was still wearing his hat, which was pushed uncomfortably due to his position.

Rantaro knew why he wore it, and he always had to persuade him to take it off when they went on dates. It rarely stuck, though.

“You can take off your hat, Shu.” Rantaro whispered, pressing his lips to the top of it.

Shuichi grunted quietly, trying to avoid it. He could barely handle Rantaro’s affection as is, how was he supposed to go on a date with him and not blush like he had a sunburn?

“Yknow...” The green haired man said, rubbing the back of Shuichi’s hand with his thumb. “I think you’re beautiful. I wanna see your face, bubs.”

Shuichi squeaked and only pulled the brim of his hat down to cover his face. “B-But...”

“But what? You don’t have to be afraid to show me you’re embarrassed. I know how you are. I think it’s cute.”

The smaller squeaked again, the hat still shielding his face. “I just d-don’t want you to get mad when I can barely respond to you... I-it’s not like I don’t like it, I just... I don’t know.”

The traveler chuckled and shook his head. “I never would, baby. It’s something I love about you. I like knowing how I make you feel, and I know you like when I say things like that.”

Shuichi was silent for a moment, face still hidden. There was a muffled “o-okay,” and he softly placed the hat in his lap.

“See? Not that hard. I like it better when I can see you all red. Makes me happy how cute you are.”

Shuichi whined a bit and Rantaro turned his head to smile at him. The detective looked up and felt their lips connect. “You make me happy too...” he whispered, kissing him again.

“Mhm.” Rantaro was still beaming, reaching up to cup Shuichi’s cheek. He purred and nuzzled into the touch.

Petals were all over them, in their hair and on their clothes. Shuichi giggled. “I love you.”