#sunshine x grumpy

Opposites Attract: Prologue (College AU)

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ x ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀɪɴ! ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ꜰɪᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! :)

Your college friend, Isagi, had invited you to one of his soccer matches.

You agreed almost immediately. It sounded fun, and besides, your weekend was completely free. No looming exams. No essays waiting to be finished. Just two blissfully empty days that practically begged to be filled with something different.

So there you were, settled comfortably in the stands with a warm pretzel in your lap.

You tore off another piece, dipping it generously into mustard before taking a bite. The salty dough practically melted in your mouth as the stadium buzzed with anticipation around you. Students laughed, teammates warmed up on the field, and music blasted through the speakers while everyone waited for kickoff.

Your eyes searched the field until they landed on a familiar face.

“Isagiiii!”

You waved enthusiastically.

Isagi glanced toward the stands, spotted you almost instantly, and couldn’t help smiling. He lifted a hand and waved back.

“There she is…” he muttered under his breath, amused.

You grinned victoriously and gave him two thumbs up. Then…Your attention drifted. Someone else had stepped onto the field.

Green hair.

Sharp teal eyes.

An expression so unreadable it almost looked carved from stone. He wasn’t talking to anyone. Didn’t acknowledge the cheering crowd. Didn’t even seem interested in stretching alongside the others. He simply adjusted the tape around his wrist before stepping into position. For some reason…You couldn’t look away.

“…Whoa.”

Your heart gave an unexpected little skip. There wasn’t anything flashy about him. If anything, he looked like he’d rather be literally anywhere else. Yet somehow…He stood out more than anyone.

The referee’s whistle echoed through the stadium.

The game began.

At first, you kept your promise to yourself.

Watch Isagi.

Every time he made a good pass, you’d clap excitedly.

“Go, Isagi!”

But before long…Your gaze wandered again. It kept finding him.

Rin.

Watching him play was… strange. Beautiful, almost. He moved with frightening precision, every step deliberate. Every touch of the ball looked effortless, like he’d already calculated where everyone else would be before they even moved.

There wasn’t a hint of hesitation.

He wasn’t reacting to the game.

He was controlling it.

A defender rushed him. One clean feint. Gone.

Another tried to block his shot. Too late. The ball slammed into the back of the net. The stadium erupted into cheers. Rin barely reacted.

No celebration.

No smile.

He simply turned around and jogged back toward midfield as if scoring had been the most ordinary thing in the world. You blinked.

“…He’s really good…”

You caught yourself smiling. 

He’s kinda cool.

From then on, every few minutes, your eyes drifted back toward him. Not because you meant to. They just… did.

By the time the final whistle blew, Isagi’s team had won comfortably.

You hurried down to the sidelines, weaving through the small crowd gathering outside the field.

“Isagi!”

He turned just in time for you to nearly crash into him.

“There you are.” He laughed as you held up your hand.

“High five!”

He rolled his eyes fondly before returning it.

“Good game!”

“Thanks.”

“You were amazing! That pass in the second half? Super cool.”

“Really?” His ears turned slightly pink. “I thought I overhit it.”

“No way! It looked awesome!”

You beamed so brightly that Isagi couldn’t help chuckling.

“…Thanks.”

Then your expression shifted into one of unmistakable curiosity.

“Sooo…”

He narrowed his eyes immediately.

“…What.”

You pointed discreetly across the field.

“Who’s the green-haired guy?”

Isagi followed your finger.

“…Rin?”

“Mm-hm!”

“What about him?”

You rocked back on your heels, trying—and failing—to hide your smile.

“I just thought he was…”

You hesitated.

“…Really cute.”

Silence.

Isagi slowly looked back at you.

“…Seriously?”

“What?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“What?!” you laughed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I had a feeling this was coming.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I know you.”

You puffed out your cheeks.

“You looked at him the whole second half.”

“I did not!”

“You absolutely did.”

“…Maybe a little.”

“A little?”

“Okay, maybe more than a little.”

You laughed sheepishly.

“I couldn’t help it!”

Isagi sighed dramatically.

“Y/N…”

“What?”

“Rin isn’t exactly…”

He searched for the right word.

“…Approachable.”

“He doesn’t really like talking. He definitely doesn’t like strangers, and if he doesn’t want to have a conversation…”

He shrugged.

“…He won’t.”

Your smile softened, but it didn’t disappear.

“That’s okay.”

Isagi looked at you carefully.

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“He can be… harsh.”

You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Thanks for worrying about me…But I still wanna meet him.”

“You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope!”

You clasped your hands together dramatically.

“Please, Isagi?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you lunch. I’ll even let you steal my fries.”

“…Fine.”

You gasped.

“I knew food would convince you!”

“It absolutely did not.”

“It absolutely did.”

He sighed. 

Isagi led you across the field where Rin was packing his bag. Even now, he stood slightly apart from everyone else. While the rest of the team laughed and celebrated, he quietly removed the tape from his wrists, zipped his bag, and prepared to leave without saying much to anyone.

“Rin.”

He looked up.

“What.”

“I wanted you to meet someone.”

His gaze shifted toward you. You smiled immediately.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.”

No response. 

You didn’t seem bothered.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Rin looked at Isagi instead.

“…Why.”

“I didn’t bring her here,” Isagi said defensively. “She asked.”

Rin’s eyes returned to yours.

“…So?”

“Well…”

“I watched the game today. You were incredible.”

His expression didn’t change.

“…Thanks.”

It sounded less like gratitude and more like an acknowledgment. You continued anyway.

“I was wondering if maybe…”

You hesitated.

“…I could get your number?”

Silence. Rin stared at you for a long moment. Not annoyed. Not embarrassed. Just…Completely unreadable. Then—

“No.”

One word.

Calm.

Matter-of-fact.

Like he was answering whether the sky was blue. You blinked.

“Oh.”

Another tiny smile spread across your face.

“Well…”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

You gave a little laugh and rubbed the back of your neck.

“It was still really nice meeting you.”

You waved cheerfully.

“I hope your next game goes just as well!”

Without waiting for him to respond, you turned and skipped back toward Isagi. Rin watched you leave.

“…Weird.”

It wasn’t an insult. Just an observation.

Isagi laughed.

“I warned you.”

“I know.”

You stretched your arms over your head.

“Guess there are plenty of fish in the sea.”

“You got rejected in under thirty seconds.”

“Twenty-eight, maybe.”

“And you’re smiling?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrugged lightly.

“He said no.”

“That happens. Doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.”

Isagi stared at you for a second before laughing.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“I choose to take that as a compliment.”

As the two of you walked away, neither of you noticed Rin glance over his shoulder one last time. Just for a second. Watching the girl who’d smiled at him…Even after he’d rejected her.

“…Huh.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had walked away from him looking happier than when they’d arrived. And, strangely enough…That tiny thought lingered with him longer than he expected.

A week had passed.

As far as you were concerned, life had returned to normal. Your classes were piling on assignments again, your sleep schedule was hanging on by a thread, and Isagi had already stolen one of your granola bars from your backpack.

“You owe me one.”

“I’ll buy you another.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“I meant it yesterday.”

“You also meant it three days ago.”

“I’ll remember eventually.”

“You’ve got selective memory.”

“I call it efficiency.”

You laughed, nudging his shoulder as the two of you walked across campus.

“I think that’s just being forgetful.”

“I’m choosing not to argue.”

“You know that’s basically admitting I’m right.”

“It isn’t.”

“It absolutely is.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You smile way too much.”

“And you complain way too much.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Besties.”

“I never agreed to that title.”

“You don’t have to.”

You linked your arm with his anyway.

“I’ve already decided.”

Isagi sighed dramatically.

“…You’re impossible.”

“I’ve heard.”

“You say that like it’s a compliment.”

“It is.”

He couldn’t even argue anymore.

“…Whatever.”

Across the courtyard…Someone paused. Rin had only come to campus because one of his training sessions had been moved later in the afternoon. He hated waiting around. So he’d chosen the shortest route toward the athletic building. Then—

He spotted familiar laughter.

That girl.

The one from the stadium.

Y/N.

She was practically glowing beneath the afternoon sun, laughing so hard she nearly tripped over absolutely nothing.

“Whoa—”

She windmilled her arms before catching herself.

“I definitely meant to do that.”

Isagi looked exhausted already.

“You almost ate concrete.”

“I survived.”

“Barely.”

“I’m resilient.”

“You’re clumsy.”

“I prefer ‘adventurous.’”

“…Those aren’t the same thing.”

You grinned.

“They are in my heart.”

Rin watched from across the walkway. 

Still smiling. She smiled… constantly. It was almost suspicious. People weren’t usually that happy. Eventually, the two of you disappeared around the corner.

Rin continued walking. Or…He tried to. For some reason—He looked back once. Only once. What a strange person.

Later that afternoon…You had exactly three dollars left to your name. Which meant…Coffee wasn’t happening.

“…This is tragic.”

You stood dramatically in front of the campus vending machine.

“A true heartbreak.”

You searched every pocket. Nothing.

“No way…”

You checked again. A single penny.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A quiet laugh escaped behind you. You turned.

“Oh!”

A familiar face. Bachira.

“You’re Isagi’s friend, right?”

“Yeah!”

You smiled immediately.

“I’m Y/N!”

“I know.”

He smiled brightly.

“You tried asking Rin out.”

Your face warmed.

“…Word travels fast.”

“It was kind of funny.”

“Oh no…”

“I’ve never seen someone reject somebody that fast.”

You buried your face in your hands.

“I knowww…I thought I’d at least get halfway through the sentence.”

Bachira laughed.

“You handled it well.”

“I mean…”

You shrugged.

“He wasn’t interested. It would’ve been weird if I kept pushing.”

“True.”

He reached into the vending machine after inserting a few coins. A canned coffee dropped. Then another drink. He handed the coffee to you.

“For surviving.”

You blinked.

“…Really?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s so sweet!”

You accepted it with both hands.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.”

“You just saved my afternoon.”

“I know.”

You giggled.

“I owe you one now.”

“Nah.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“You’ve got good karma coming.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

The two of you continued chatting for another minute before parting ways. Neither of you noticed someone walking past the hallway entrance.

Rin.

He’d seen enough to recognize the interaction.

Bachira.

Of course.

That idiot talked to everyone.

Training started an hour later. Bachira jogged over beside Rin during stretches.

“You know your admirer?”

Rin didn’t even look at him.

“No.”

“You do.”

“No.”

“The sunshine girl. The one that asked for your number.”

“I remember.”

“Ooo.”

Bachira smirked.

“You remembered.”

“I remember annoying things.”

“She was nice.”

“So?”

“You weren’t even a little mean.”

“I said no.”

“You usually tell people to leave you alone.”

Rin adjusted the tape around his fingers.

“I didn’t need to.”

Bachira tilted his head.

“What.”

“You looked at her.”

“No.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You totally did. You looked back when she walked away.”

Silence.

“…Shut up.”

Bachira burst out laughing.

“I knew it!”

“I said shut up.”

“I’m not saying you like her.”

Rin kicked a soccer ball toward the field. Hard.

“I said…Shut up.”

A few days later…You wandered into the campus library carrying three books stacked almost higher than your chin.

“Excuse me…”

You peeked around the corner.

“I promise I can see.”

Not very well. But enough. Until—

Thud.

“Oh!”

The books slipped from your hands, scattering across the floor.

“I’m so sorry!”

You crouched immediately.

“I wasn’t looking where I—”

Another hand reached for one of the books. Long fingers. Pale skin. You looked up. Green hair. Teal eyes.

“…Rin?”

He placed the book back into your stack without saying anything.

“…Thanks.”

He gave a small nod.

“…You’re welcome.”

You blinked.

“Oh!”

A bright smile spread across your face.

“It’s nice seeing you again! I hope practice has been going well.”

“…It has.”

“I’m glad.”

You balanced the books against your chest.

“Well, I’ll stop bothering you.”

You laughed softly.

“Have a good day, Rin.”

You walked away before he could respond. He watched you disappear between the shelves. She really wasn’t trying to chase him. Every interaction…She just…Left. No flirting. No pestering. No trying to convince him.

“…Weird.”

Yet somehow…For the second time that week…He found himself watching her walk away. And, once again…He couldn’t quite figure out why.

“There’s nothing like doing nothing with you…”

Murasakibara Atsushi x Hoshino Aina

The purple x The purple lover

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The first time Tom Riddle notices you, it’s because you’re laughing.

Not the polite, restrained sort that belongs in the Hogwarts corridors, tucked behind hands and manners—but something bright and careless, like sunlight slipping through stained glass and refusing to stay contained. It echoes. It lingers. It irritates him.

You don’t belong in the same world he’s building.

That’s what he tells himself.

And yet, days later, when he finds himself standing just outside the library’s restricted section, he hears it again—your voice this time, soft and warm, threading through a conversation he has no interest in.

“I just think people are more than what they’ve been through,” you’re saying. “You can’t reduce someone to the worst thing about them.”

Tom pauses.

He doesn’t believe in anything like that.

But he listens.

—

You start noticing him long before he acknowledges you.

Of course you do. Everyone notices Tom Riddle. He moves through the castle like something inevitable—quiet, precise, untouchable. There’s a gravity to him, a pull that doesn’t ask for permission.

People orbit him. People fear him.

You just… smile at him.

It happens in passing, the first time. A small, instinctive thing. You’re coming down the corridor, arms full of books, nearly tripping over your own feet, and he steps aside without looking at you—just enough to avoid contact.

You beam anyway.

“Thanks,” you say, like he’s done you a kindness.

He doesn’t respond.

But later, in the quiet of his dormitory, he remembers the way your eyes caught the light.

—

It becomes a pattern.

You greet him like he’s normal.

Not revered. Not feared. Just… there.

“Morning, Tom.”

“Hi, Tom.”

“You look like you haven’t slept.”

That one earns you a look. Sharp. Measuring.

You don’t flinch.

“You should,” you add lightly, adjusting your bag. “Everything feels worse when you’re tired.”

“Everything is worse,” he replies flatly.

You tilt your head, considering him like he’s a puzzle you’re not trying to solve, just understand.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

He almost laughs.

Almost.

—

He starts seeking you out after that.

Not consciously—he would never admit to that—but somehow you’re always where he ends up. In the library, tucked into a corner with ink-smudged fingers. By the lake, feet dangling over the edge, watching the water like it’s telling you secrets.

You talk to him.

Not at him, not like the others who try to impress or placate. You talk like you expect him to answer. Like you believe there’s something worth hearing.

It unsettles him.

“You’re very quiet,” you say one afternoon, handing him half of your apple without asking.

“I prefer it that way.”

“Mm.” You take a bite of your own, thoughtful. “I think people get loud when they’re scared of being ignored.”

“And you?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you scared of that?”

You grin.

“No. I just like talking to you.”

It’s such a simple answer.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

It does.

—

There are moments—small, almost invisible—where something shifts.

He lets you sit beside him in the library without sending you away.

He listens when you ramble about nothing and everything.

Once, when you trip on the stairs, he catches your arm before you fall.

You laugh, breathless. “See? You’re secretly nice.”

“I’m not,” he says immediately, releasing you like you’ve burned him.

You don’t argue.

“Okay,” you say softly. “You don’t have to be.”

—

The first crack appears on a night when the castle feels too quiet.

You find him alone in an empty classroom, shadows pooling around him like they belong there. His expression is sharper than usual, something restless flickering beneath the surface.

You hesitate in the doorway.

“Tom?”

His head snaps up.

For a second, something dangerous flashes in his eyes.

Then he sees you.

And it… fades.

“What do you want?” he asks, colder than before.

You step inside anyway.

“You weren’t at dinner.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

You don’t believe him. You can tell he knows that.

“Can I sit?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer.

You take that as permission.

For a while, you just sit there, the silence stretching between you. Not uncomfortable—just… present.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone,” you say eventually.

His jaw tightens.

“You know nothing about what I carry.”

“Then tell me.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay.” You nod, unbothered. “I’ll still stay.”

He looks at you then—really looks at you—and there’s something almost angry in it.

“Why?” he demands. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like you think…” He stops, searching for the words. “Like you think I’m something worth saving.”

You blink, surprised.

“I don’t think you need saving.”

“Then what?”

You smile, softer this time. Sadder, maybe.

“I think you deserve to be known.”

The words land heavier than you expect.

For a moment, he doesn’t speak.

Then, quieter—

“You don’t know what you’re offering.”

“I know exactly what I’m offering,” you say. “And I’ll believe in anything, Tom. Even you.”

Something in him fractures at that.

—

It doesn’t last.

Of course it doesn’t.

There are things in Tom that don’t bend toward light, no matter how much of it you give him. There are paths he’s already walking, choices already made in the quiet, hidden parts of himself.

But for a while—

He lets you take his hand.

He lets you pull him out to the edge of the lake, where the world feels softer, less defined.

“You could leave,” you tell him one evening, your voice barely above a whisper. “We could go somewhere nobody knows us. Nobody expects anything.”

He watches the horizon instead of you.

“And do what?” he asks.

“Live,” you say simply.

He almost believes you.

That’s the worst part.

Because for a fleeting, dangerous second, he imagines it—your laughter somewhere far away, your warmth not something he has to steal or control, but something freely given.

Something he could keep.

But he knows better.

“You’re naïve,” he says, not unkindly.

“Maybe.” You squeeze his hand. “But I’d take the fire out of the wire for you if I could.”

He closes his eyes.

You don’t understand what that would cost.

What he would cost.

—

In the end, it’s not a dramatic break.

No shouting. No final, devastating words.

Just distance.

He stops coming to the lake.

Stops sitting beside you in the library.

Stops letting himself look at you for too long.

You still smile at him in the corridors.

It hurts more now, but you do it anyway.

Because you said you’d believe in him.

And you meant it.

—

Years later, when the world has reshaped itself around his name—when fear follows him like a shadow and power curls at his fingertips—there’s a memory he cannot erase.

Sunlight on water.

Your voice, soft and unwavering—

I think you deserve to be known.

He doesn’t believe in anything.

Not anymore.

Not All Fire Kills𓂃ෆ˚

Tags:: headcanons, Sunshine X Grumpy trope, firebender!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, season 3 Zuko, ooc?, afab!reader

• Zuko knew there was a different kind of firebender energy in you the moment he saw you with the GAang, though he didn't know what it was. He obviously knew you were new, as he had not seen you before when he was trying to capture Aang. He still can't believe he wasn't able to capture a bunch of goofballs

• He was even more confused when he found out you were a sunshine in person. He thought he had finally found someone like him!

• So, when you wanted to train with Zuko to practice your firebending, he wasn't sure if he should accept it. Though, after lots of your annoying pleads, he finally accepted.

• Zuko found your energy exhausting liar, he thought you were cute , and he wasn't much into practicing with you. The first time he saw your firebending skills, it felt like an old firebending technique. Maybe even from an ancient tribe.

• He stepped closer to you, deciding to teach you some of the more modern ways to firebend. You bended fire like it was light, he bended it like it was lightning.

• He put an arm around your waist and the other around your wrist, moving you to teach you the first step. "If you want to at least be able to know the fire nation guards' next moves, you should learn to fight like how they fight." His raspy voice comes out lower than he intended, the vibrations of his voice and his sudden proximity making you blush and giggle nervously.

• The modern fire bending techniques clicked in your head in an instant, even Zuko was slightly surprised to how fast you learned it! Obviously, he'd thrown a backhanded compliment just to lower the thought of him being surprised a little bit.

• “You’re stronger than you look. Not that that says much.”

• "Hey!" You giggled and Zuko smirked softly, almost forgetting for a second his hand still on your waist from teaching you positioning before.

• As soon as Zuko noticed, his face became as red as the fire he bends and he immediately backed away from you. He looked so pathetically flustered right now, and so did you.

• "Um- Umm-" Was all you could stutter out. "So! Thanks for teaching me! I think I heard Katara calling me!" You say, your cheeks burning as you quickly turn around to hurriedly get out of that place so you could dig a hole on the ground and shove your head inside it.

• "Wait!" Zuko grabs your wrist, spinning you back around to face him again and immediately jumping back from the sudden impulsive contact. "If you ever need to, like, uh, learn more, I'm always here." He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

• "Thanks, Zuko! You're really kind to me!" You kiss him on the cheek softly. It ended just as quickly as it happened, and Zuko wished he could stop time.

• All he could do at this moment was stare at the back of your head as you walked away, leaving him a tomato blushing mess while he watched the way your hips swinged when you walked and your long luscious hair. He couldn't wait for your next training session.

Little did you know; Aang and Toph were high fiving behind a rock, hiding from you two as they had watched the scene unravel.

A/N :: Guysh my first headcanons ever what do we think?

A Raven’s Lullaby 🥀