That’s it, there was no questions, no fear, no nothing. And he thought for sure finally someone who can appreciate not overreacting over everything would match him perfectly… in recent days it’s become slightly annoying though.

“I’m home.” He says with a yawn throwing his shoes off of course. You looked over at him, face and shirt covered in blood. You give him a look about to ask but he responded quickly. “Not mine.”

And so you nod getting back to your show. “Figured.” Thats it? He means, he’s glad you’re not some sobbing bitch on-top of him telling him he needs to stop but…. A little concern wouldn’t hurt time to time.

“Figured aye?” He replied, matching your tone as he plops on the couch. In which you comment. “You’re going to get the cushions stained, might want to take that off you comment.”

That’s what you cared about? Gaku chuckled under his breath, both amused and annoyed. Taking his bloodied shirt off sitting back down. Moving closer to you. “Better?”

You nod, scanning his torso for a moment. Which he took notice to, “like what you see?” He ask with a sly smile, his hand now drawing circles on your skin. Which you don’t seem to care for in the slightest replying.

“Nah just wanted to make sure you weren’t injured.” You reply in the same cool tone. Okay now he was slightly more annoyed, over the fact one you don’t seem to care about the proximity. And two… if you were checking if injuries it would mean you were worried right? Yet here you were with the same expression as always.

“Really? Any reason for that?” He ask looking at the TV switching it to his game lazily still drawing patterns in your shoulder. And you think for a moment before answering.

“Just know sometimes you hide stuff so figured I’d check.” And while you didn’t sound like you directly cared with that tone…. Those words did warm his heart. And that’s how it usually would go. And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yoichi Nagumo

To say he was confused to say the least. While Nagumo was by no means normal—I mean let’s be real he’s a freak (affectionately). But even with that he knows that your attitude wasn’t normal, not in the slightest. Maybe it was because, Nagumo was the opposite of you where he’d be overly expressive, while you well… weren’t.

“Mmmm the perfume you’re wearing is good.” He comments playfully into your neck. Which yeah, it was good but his main goal was get a reaction out of you. Just something to showed how he affected you. “Got it a few days ago, it’s my first time wearing it.”

You comment as if you could be less affected by the proximity. Hell you didn’t even play along and at least tease him by saying something like ‘I could wear it more often if you like.’ Nothing. Notta. Seriously Nagumo was wondering how the hell you guys even got together because, in the past he very rarely did relationships. And when he did… well his partner was usually more passionate.

“You know, a little thanks or blushing wouldn’t hurt you?” He teases more burying into you neck more. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again because, you were thinking—confused. “Do you want me to thank you?”

“I wouldn’t be against it if you did.” He replies humming arms now slung around your torso, lazily leaning his weight against your back. “Or is that too much of a stretch for you?” He ask with a mock wounded expression.

And to be clear, it’s not that Nagumo hated your indifference or held it against you. He thought frankly it was quiet charming and cute, considering the fact to he’s surrounded by so many heavily emotion driven people. You’re a change of pace.

That being said… when a relationships as far in as you two you’d think there’d be atleast a little bit of vulnerability.

As the room was quiet for some time he can’t help commenting in an amused tone, though his words carried some vented weight to them. “Sometimes I wonder if you really care about me.”

“I care.” You respond in that always neutral tone of yours. And usually Nagumo isn’t one to get worked up over simple words. But god the way you…. His hands twitched as he felt his aggravation flare for a second before switching to his normal behavior. “Welllll caring a little more would be appreciated. Now I have to go bug an old friend, see you later.”

Before you could respond he’s already gone.

Shin

This man even with clairvoyance felt like he couldn’t read your thoughts. Even if they were right infront of him. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Most notably today. He came over to your place later then what you guys had agreed upon, he was explaining what happened. Being caught up fighting Slur’s men and such. And what does he see in your mind as he explains. Just a single passive thought.

‘Damn I guess that means no going out to that new hotpot place…. I guess I have leftovers…’

“Seriously I’m telling you I almost died and you’re thinking about dinner?!” He ask exasperated as you reply.

“Oh, I forget you can read minds, my fault.” My fault?! Surly now you were just trying to mess with him, but as he read your mind it was like sakamoto personally punched him in the gut.

‘If he doesn’t want to eat why is he here… if he really just wanted to tell a story he could’ve sent a text.’

“Hey who says I didn’t want to eat?!” He ask in the most shin way possible adding on. “Just listen to me first then we can find somewhere to eat!”

…

And yet somehow you guys ended up ordering and getting DoorDash before he could finish his story.

Seba Natsuki

Man was this a match made in heaven for Natsuki. A partner who he didn’t have to care 24/7 for nor did they seem to care that much either? Perfect.

“Had to work overtime, can’t go out tonight.” He says as he walks into the shared living space where you reply back. “K.”

Perfect. No extra questions, no hassling, not even some kind of physical demand that he felt most were after when they tried to get with him. Finally someone who just lets him breath.

He takes a shower exhausted as he lays in bed. You join shortly after briefly commenting. “I’m going to get changed.” And so he nods. You made things easy for him, he got the comfort of a relationship and the connection of it without all the unneeded formalities.

That being said, if you asked for more… he’d be willing, just as you’d do the same. There was a mutual understanding like that between the two of you. Caring without the need to dramatize it.

Slipping into the bed next to him he turns the lamp off on his side of the bed. “Going to bed.”

In response you turn your own lamp off nodding. “K.”

Perfect.

Ngl I wanted to write more with Natsuki but I felt like it would’ve got really repetitive super fast. But he’d 10000% love a more laidback partner then one up in his space imo considering how much is already demanded from himmmmm

Also SORRY ABOUT NAGUMO’S I didnt reallly think it was like super angsty or anything until I reread it and near the end I was like ‘damn I feel bad for the guy :’<' (I want to say canonically I don’t think Nagumo would ever be vulnerable like that given the context or atleast in the way I wrote it but….)

Hopeless for multiple reasons, ignoring the fact Nagumo claims not to do relationships… there’s also at-least 100 other girls lining up trying grab his heart (or have him grab theirs, either way they’d be happy). And you don’t want to sound like one of those 13 year old insecure girls who for the life of them have any self worth… but look your pretty you know that—it’s not like guys haven’t asked you out before. But being pretty and being pretty is different espically when you’re talking about being next to Nagumo. I mean seriously the man could be a model.

So all that thought process leads to now, you and Rion are in an empty class as your hands are in your face. “This is so stupid….. I don’t even know why I bought this.” You mumble. Referring to the plushie you got him as if it was a child from an affair.

You got it because it was cute, reminded you of him. Having big bug eyes on it with a scrawny black body. It was a bit odd but in a Nagumo like way. In its mouth was a small heart which you personally sewed on. (Which took you 30 minutes to do as you never tried before).

Besides it a card that had the contents likely atleast 10 others girls wrote to him today…. Yeah you were an idiot, or so you tell yourself.

“I’m telling you as both Nagaumo’s and yours best friend. He won’t hate it, and the fact you think he would is crazy!” Rion points out for the twentieth time now. Having the same effect as it did the first. You knew he wouldn’t hate it…. But still. The idea of him rejecting you or seeing you differently twisted your heart in a way you didn’t want to admit out loud.

“Think about it, if you don’t tell him you’ll waste another who knows how long harboring these feeling for him! They don’t just go away.” She… she had a fair point because honestly you don’t think you could go even another month with this without him knowing….

“And if you don’t want to give it to him directly just shove it in his locker or something that way if you need you can play it off. Just ditch the letter and you can get you feelings off without him even knowing.” She hums, and so you stared at her, then the stupid ragged cat you bought, then the floor. “Okay…”

And like that the two of you shoved the plush into the locker as you ran away gitty and half it’s over with.

One… two.. three… five…. Ten… man Nagumo really made out this time even for him. Practically carrying a cart around full of gifts, Nagumo heads to his locker to drop off some stuff before head home.

As he opens it, he sees a strange but cute cat plush sitting in his locker. Nagumo takes a moment looking around for anything else, because if someone went this far as to figure out his locker number. He’d think this stalker would atleast want to confess their undying love for him. And he wasn’t sure whether he was amused or upset over the fact there was nothing there….

Actually looking at it closer, the cat plush its self wasn’t valentines themed, and the poorly sewn on heart help it. Though it was cute in a weird way. He stares at it, it staring back. “Now could you tell me who’s your owner….” Her say something like cutie to the plush… but cute wasn’t the right way to describe it. So he just closed his locker walking home staring at it the whole time.

Who’d give him something like this? Most girls usually tried something softer… sweeter. He plopped a pokey in his mouth, opening his door before heading to his bedroom. Playing back on his bed, he just stares down the cat.

Usually he wasn’t invested in such things but… with such strange circumstances, he can’t help but want to solve this puzzle a bit more then he should.

…

It was god know how long since he laid down but it finally hit him. He shot up finally figuring it out. You.

Now now listen, Nagumo wasn’t going crazy. And he wasn’t saying it was you because he hoped you’d give him something. (Which he was slightly offended over since he saw you give Rion a card and candy and him being chopped liver.) he remembered a while back, who knows how long now… just that he made the comment of you looking like this really ugly stuffed animal, in which you showed him a photo of the plush cat now sitting in bed. Telling him it looked like him.

And while he’s finally figured that part out. Now it was the actual hard part. What the hell does he do with this?

Rion, Nagumo, Sakamoto, and you all decided to hang out the next day, just fucking around. Well… that was until Rion and Sakamoto walked ahead, leaving you and Nagumo left walking together shoulder to shoulder.

He was staring, with that smug smirk and hands shoved in his pockets like he was plotting. Not wanting to be caught off guard with whatever the hell he was thinking, you scoff.

“What is it now?” He seemed more than happy to answer, like he repeated this scene 50 times in his head (he did). “Now now no need to say it like that, it hurts being looked at like I’m some kind of burden.”

He replies in mock offense, having a heavy sigh. You roll your eyes chuckling. “You are.”

“You don’t think so.” He replied quickly. And you raise a brow not knowing where he was going with this. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Ah yes, the part he’s been waiting for since he thought about how he’d confront you. “I don’t know… I’d just think someone who’d do all the effort of sneaking gifts in my locker rather than handing it to me might see me as something more than a burden.”

He hums, gitty for your reaction. In which you stop walking. Frozen, fuck. How’d he find out? Did you leave something? Did Rion say something? Before you could ask yourself more questions. Nagumo’s in your vision, grooming even wider and happier than he’s ever seen.

“You make a tomato look pale compared to your face.” Nagumo laughs as if he’s about to roll over from the amusement he had. He lays his elbow in your shoulder to stable himself.

“Shut up...” you mumble flushed, in which he pokes your cheek. “Whattttt to embarrassed to speak now?”

He ask almost childishly as his finger twirled in place. Which at this point you just accept your fate. Staying silent because anytime you tried to speak it was just empty syllables.

He leans a bit closer, teasing you more as his arm slung around your shoulder. “It was interesting looking though. If anyone else put it there I’d think it’d be some kind of cursed doll.” He teases which makes you flush a bit. “Whatever…”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before his expression softened for a moment. “I’m glad you gave it, you know?” He hums playing with a strand of your hair.

“Oh yeah and why is that?” You ask grumbling thinking the bastard was going to tease you over your feelings even more now. “Cause I can do this.”

He leans down kissing you cheek, before going back up and walking away as if nothing happened. Meanwhile you stood there flushed running over to him once you realized how far away he was. “Hey!” He stops letting you catch up. Looking at you as if he expected this reaction. “Oh come on now, don’t tell me a little kiss bugs you that much…” as you stay silent he adds on as the two of you catch up to Rion and Sakamoto. “I Guess I just have to condition you to it then.”