in which multiple bllk men fall in love with reader who is the exact opposite of their ideal types.
based on this lovely request. thank you.
barou:
barou loved keeping his house clean. when he would think of the future, if ever, really, he'd always find himself wanting a partner who enjoyed cleanliness just as much.
but now, as he picks a handful of candy wrappers from under the cushion, barou can't help but chuckle at the cheeky smile you give him.
every morning, when he wakes up with your laundry over his bed, he can't help but clean them for you. if it meant you'd stare at him like he hung the stars and moon himself– actually, like he was the moon itself, and press a peck to his face after finding out.
and if you even attempt on cleaning the mess, he feels his heart drop to the floor. barou feels like mabey he made you feel bad, and snatches it away from you immediately.
“sit, let me do the work.”
“but barou, i don't even repay you after..”
“baby, you sitting there, being all cute and getting crumbs over my pillow is enough repayment, don't worry.” a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
before you protest, though, half-heartedly, he hurriedly stomps away. leaving you and the low-quality movie you found from an illegal site quieting down.
Isagi:
ever since he was little, he developed a liking towards girls with a cute smile, especially the ones that laughed alot.
but now, as you stare at his face blankly after the funniest joke he'd ever made, he notices the heat that rises up to his cheeks.
not because of embarrassment, never.
he feels like getting you to laugh is a challenge, that he'd be more than happy to take part in. he could count on his fingers the amount of times he himself made you laugh, and to say that it was the best sound he'd ever heard was an understatement.
it was like the pre-chorus to his favourite song, it was like the honey that slowly dripped down chicken, like the first day after a big match.
you didn't laugh, you cackled, cackled like your throat was drier than any desert that ceased to exsist.
the kind of laugh that people turn around at in a packed bus, the kind of laugh teachers would groan at.
but most Importantly, the kind of laugh that made him laugh to. the laugh that was funnier than the joke itself.
and he wouldn't trade it for anything else.
kaiser:
kaiser always seemed to admire smart, confident women full of love.
but you, the only one he's ever love for real, could barely speak for yourself. you shyed away at the smallest of things, refused to ask for the last pieces of a dish, could barely even ask for where the bathroom was.
and many other times, you were nervous even around him.
“liebling, could you pass me some of those chips?” he threw and arm around your waist, in a poor attempt to reach for the snack beside them.
your body stiffened immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks at a piercing speed. liebling..? you couldn't contain yourself from visibly squealing at the way the term left his lips.
kaiser didn't think much of it. got his chips, he was content beside you. through the corner of his clear blue eyes, he saw you search the term 'liebling' up with shaky fingers.
“sweetheart..” he lowered himself to your ear, drawling.
your head shot up, heat practically radiating off of you as you tightened your grip around the throw-over blanket on the couch.
“that's what it means” he chuckled.
“shut up.” you huffed.
he adored how independent you were, and how you'd rather dig a hole through the centre of the earth instead of ask someone for help.
and he could be confident enough for the both of you anyway.
