Do you still write for valorant? I wanted to ask if you can do like headcannons for yoru(when you met-when he felt like he had feelings for you- how he ask you out - and general relationship headcannons ) but the reader is Japanese too and similar personality just sassy and very introverted and anti social .
A/N: I didn’t explicitly mention that the reader’s Japanese, I just wasn’t sure how to include it naturally. But I hope you still enjoy it as is!
How You Met
Honestly? You annoyed him at first. Not because you were loud or in his face, you were the exact opposite. Quiet. Dismissive. Always with a side-eye and a dry one-liner that cut way deeper than any of Phoenix’s dumb jokes.
The first time you trained together, he made some smug comment about how he hoped you could keep up. You didn’t answer, just outperformed him by a mile and then said, “Guess we’ll see if you can.”
That? That stuck.
Most people tried to impress him or avoided him. You didn’t do either. You treated him like background noise, and something about that scratched at him.
You’d brush past him in the hallway, give a half-nod, earbuds in, always on your way somewhere. Didn’t bother looking twice.
That made him start looking.
He found himself watching how you moved, how you always stood at the back of the room but never missed a detail. How you handled every mission with this cold precision that rivaled his own. You weren’t trying to impress anyone. You just didn’t care.
And that pissed him off. Because suddenly he did care. About whether you looked at him. About what you thought of him. And that was new.
When He Realized He Liked You
It wasn’t a dramatic moment. No sparks flying, no slow-mo glances across a battlefield.
It was when you patched him up after a mission, low-key annoyed, barely looking at him, swabbing the blood off his shoulder like it was a chore.
“Next time, don’t be a dumbass and charge in alone.”
“You worried?”
“No, I just don’t want to fill out your casualty form.”
Cold. Dismissive. But your hands were shaking just slightly. And you hadn’t left the med bay even after someone else offered to take over.
That’s when it hit him.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way you cared quietly. The way you saw through hi,. The way he didn’t want anyone else seeing the version of you he got to see.
He was screwed. And he knew it.
How He Asked You Out
Yoru doesn’t “ask” so much as challenge. But when it came to you? He knew he had to tread more carefully.
You were sharp. And antisocial. The type to shoot him down just for assuming you were into him.
So he starts by throwing out that cocky line: “I heard you’ve had a thing for me for a while now.”
He watches closely, waiting to see if you’ll deny it. If you’ll roll your eyes and walk off like you usually do.
But you just arch a brow and go, “Who told you that? Was it a joke?”
That catches him off guard.
He huffs, looks away, mutters, “Tch… forget it.”
You smirk. He looks flustered, like he didn’t expect this to backfire. And that’s when you throw him a bone: “…If I did have a thing for you, what would you even do about it?”
He pauses. Then meets your gaze, no grin or anything. Just honest. “I’d ask you out. For real.”
You blink. That wasn’t just flirtation. That was real.
You agree, eventually. Not with some giddy yes. More like: “Fine. But if it’s awkward, I’m blaming you.”
He grins wide, almost smug again. “It won’t be.” (He secretly practiced everything in the mirror before asking.)
What the Relationship Is Like
You don’t do PDA. He doesn’t either. But when it’s just the two of you? He softens in ways no one else gets to see.
You're both antisocial, so most “dates” are staying in, bingeing trash TV while you roast the characters, or going on long nighttime rides through the city on his bike, no destination, no talking unless you want to.
He hates sharing his food, but gives you the last bite every time. If anyone else tried, they’d lose a hand.
Arguments are very sharp, but never really mean. Just sarcastic one-liners and the occasional “Tch, you’re impossible.” But he always circles back. Always touches your wrist, mutters, “Still want you, y’know.”
You don’t say I love you a lot. But you say “text me when you get back”and he says “don't skip dinner again” and that’s how you both say it.
You catch each other’s little things. He notices when your mood shifts, when you retreat inward. You notice when his whole front is forced.
Neither of you call it out directly, you just sit next to each other, maybe rest your head on his shoulder or throw a drink his way with a quiet, “You look like shit today.”
He chuckles. “Thanks, babe.”
Your mornings together? Top tier. Quiet. Intimate. He teases, but it's softer. Lazier. Half-asleep kisses and grumbles and tracing his fingers along your back while mumbling something like “We don’t have to get up yet, right?”
You never say you miss each other when apart. But when you reunite after missions, he bumps your shoulder and goes “Took you long enough.” And you just smirk and respond, “I was hoping you’d get benched so I could have some peace.”
And at the end of the day, when you're curled up in bed, limbs tangled, and he whispers “Still not sick of me yet?” You just yawn and reply, “Ask me again in the morning.” He laughs. Kisses your forehead. “Whatever. You’re mine now.”
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