𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒’

before he could make sense of it, you were already gone, disappearing alongside the rest of the raiders, leaving rudo standing there with a feeling he couldn't explain no matter how hard he tried.

he told himself it was nothing, that he'd simply been caught off guard, yet even after the mission ended and everyone returned to headquarters, your face refused to leave his mind. while cleaning his gloves, he'd suddenly remember the way you made eye contact without hesitation.

while eating dinner with the others, he'd find himself wondering whether you had escaped safely before immediately getting irritated at himself for even thinking about it. every night, just as sleep was about to find him, that brief moment would replay in his head until he finally forced himself to stop.

you were a raider. there was no reason for you to occupy his thoughts the way you did, and yet no matter how many times he reminded himself of that fact, his heart stubbornly ignored him.

the more the cleaners crossed paths with the raiders, the worse everything became.

every mission somehow ended with rudo unconsciously searching the raiders before the fighting had even properly started, his eyes moving across rooftops, broken alleyways, and collapsing buildings until they inevitably found you somewhere in the distance. at first he convinced himself it was simply because he wanted to keep track of a dangerous opponent, but that excuse slowly fell apart every time he caught himself feeling relieved the moment he realized you were still standing.

he began noticing little things no one else seemed to pay attention to.

you never lingered around unnecessary destruction longer than you had to. whenever innocent civilians became caught between both sides, you always seemed to be the first person pulling them somewhere safer before disappearing again as though no one had seen it happen.

there were even moments where it almost looked like you were silently cleaning up after your own teammates whenever their recklessness endangered people who had nothing to do with the fight.

none of it matched the image he'd built in his head of what a raider was supposed to be, and every new mission only made it harder for him to separate the enemy he was supposed to hate from the person his eyes constantly searched for.

somewhere along the way, he stopped looking for you because of strategy and started looking simply because he wanted to know you were alive. it frustrated him more than anything else.

he'd grit his teeth whenever he caught himself staring for a second too long or whenever his attention drifted toward your side of the battlefield instead of the opponent directly in front of him. sometimes he'd become so distracted trying to make sure you hadn't been crushed beneath collapsing debris that someone else had to snap him back into reality before he got himself hurt.

no matter how angry he became with himself afterward, it never changed anything. every battle repeated the exact same cycle until it became impossible to ignore.

eventually, the others started noticing the small things he couldn't hide anymore.

they noticed how his attention always wandered whenever the raiders appeared, how his eyes instinctively followed one specific figure through the crowd without him even realizing it. they noticed how he never rushed toward you the way he did everyone else, always choosing another opponent if someone else had already crossed paths with you.

they noticed how his shoulders relaxed almost invisibly whenever you managed to escape before the fighting came to an end instead of ending up buried beneath another destroyed building. nobody could quite understand why, and neither could rudo. he hated himself for it some days because he knew exactly how impossible it was.

every mission reminded him that sooner or later there could come a day where one of you wouldn't make it back, and that thought settled heavily inside his chest in a way he had never experienced before.

he didn't know your favorite food, your hobbies, your past, or even whether you had people waiting for you after every mission the same way he did. he didn't know anything about you beyond the quiet kindness he'd witnessed through scattered moments between the fights, yet somehow that was enough for his heart to betray every bit of common sense he had.

he never confessed those feelings to anyone, never spoke them aloud, and never allowed himself to imagine a future where they could become something more, because he knew reality would only tear those hopes apart.

still, every single mission always began exactly the same. before tightening his grip onto the gloves, before taking his first step into the fight, before reminding himself that you were his enemy, his eyes would already be searching through the smoke and ruined streets for only one person. not because he wanted another fight. not because he wanted revenge.

but because hidden beneath all the guilt, confusion, and frustration he refused to acknowledge, there was one quiet wish he carried into every fight—that when everything was finally over, you'd still be alive.

⟢ enjin

enjin had met plenty of people throughout his years as a cleaner.

some were loud enough to make their presence known before they even entered a room, while others disappeared so easily into the background that he often forgot they had ever been there in the first place.

but somehow, out of everyone he could've crossed paths with, the person who managed to stay in his mind the longest belonged to the very group he was supposed to be fighting against.

he didn't know how it happened, and if anyone had asked him when those feelings first started, he honestly wouldn't have been able to answer. maybe it was because every single time the raiders appeared, you carried yourself differently than the rest. you never seemed interested in showing off, never wasted your energy taunting the cleaners, and never looked like someone who enjoyed the destruction happening around you.

while everyone else rushed headfirst into the fight with reckless confidence, you stayed quiet, focused only on what you had come to do before disappearing just as quickly as you had arrived.

there was something about that calmness that lingered in enjin's mind long after every mission had ended, and no matter how many times he tried brushing it aside, he always found himself thinking about you again before the next fight even arrived.

it slowly became a habit he never intended to create.

whenever word spread that the raiders had been spotted somewhere nearby, enjin would prepare himself alongside the other cleaners like he always did, yet before his thoughts settled on the objective or the strategy, his eyes were already searching through the trash for one familiar figure.

he didn't even realize he was doing it anymore.

it happened naturally, almost instinctively, until seeing you somewhere across the fight became the only thing that allowed the strange tension sitting in his chest to ease.

every single time he spotted you weaving between the chaos, completely unharmed, he felt relief before annoyance immediately followed. it frustrated him more than he cared to admit.

he had spent years teaching the younger cleaners not to let emotions interfere with their work, reminding them that hesitation could cost lives, yet here he was silently breaking his own advice without anyone realizing it.

he couldn't explain why his attention always drifted toward you, nor could he explain why the thought of something happening to you lingered in the back of his mind long after the fight had ended.

the worst part wasn't simply having feelings for someone he could never reach. it was knowing there wasn't a future where those feelings made sense.

every time the cleaners and raiders crossed paths, there was always the possibility that one wrong move would force one of them to become the other's opponent. enjin hated that thought more than anything because, despite everything, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look at you the same way he looked at every other raider.

somewhere along the way, you had stopped becoming another enemy wearing unfamiliar colors and instead became someone his eyes unconsciously searched for the moment another fight began.

he found himself noticing the smallest things without meaning to—the way your expression stayed unreadable even when everything around you fell apart, the way you rarely lingered after completing whatever task had brought you there, the way you seemed almost distant from the rest of your own group despite standing beside them.

none of those details should have mattered to him, yet they settled inside his memory with embarrassing ease until he realized he probably knew your habits better than he knew some of the people he'd worked beside for years.

he never spoke about it.

not because he thought the others would laugh, but because he already knew exactly what they'd say. they would remind him that you were a raider, that the line separating the cleaners from the raiders couldn't simply disappear because of feelings, and that letting his heart cloud his judgment would only end badly for everyone involved.

they would've been right.

enjin knew they would've been right.

he had spent enough years in the sphere to understand that some things weren't meant to happen no matter how badly someone wished otherwise. still, understanding reality didn't make his feelings disappear. if anything, it only made them heavier. every fight became another quiet reminder that the distance between the two of you wasn't measured by trash or buildings but by the lives each of you had chosen long before ever meeting.

no matter how often he reminded himself to stop thinking about you, to stop looking for you, or to stop wondering whether you had made it out safely after another fight, his heart refused to cooperate.

by the time he accepted what he was feeling, there wasn't much he could do about it anymore. the habit had become impossible to break.

every fight always started exactly the same way.

before checking on the younger cleaners, before thinking about the objective, before stepping forward to lead the others, his gaze would quietly sweep across the streets, rooftops, and broken buildings until it found the one person it had been searching for all along. only then could he finally focus on everything else.

he never expected those feelings to be returned, and he certainly never allowed himself to imagine a life where someone like you could stand beside him instead of across from him. some wishes were simply too unrealistic to hold onto.

so he kept them buried where no one else could see them, carrying them silently from one fight to the next, hoping that when everything was finally over and both sides went their separate ways once again, you'd still be somewhere out there, breathing beneath the same sky as him.

⟢ tamsy caines

tamsy didn't become interested in people very often.

most of them bored him long before they had the chance to become useful. they were predictable, painfully easy to manipulate, and almost laughable in the way they convinced themselves they were making their own choices while he quietly guided them exactly where he wanted. he had spent so long watching people fall apart that their reactions no longer surprised him.

fear, anger, grief, desperation—they all followed the same pattern eventually. it was why he rarely looked twice at anyone, whether they were cleaners, raiders, or ordinary people caught in between.

everyone was simply another piece to move across the board whenever it suited him. then you appeared, and instead of immediately deciding how he could use you, he found himself watching.

he didn't know when his curiosity had started.

perhaps it was because you refused to fit neatly into the image he'd already built in his head.

unlike everyone else, you weren't loud enough to demand attention, nor were you desperate to prove yourself whenever a fight broke out. you carried yourself with an almost unsettling composure, making decisions carefully instead of rushing ahead with emotion. while others acted first and thought later, you always seemed to be calculating something beneath that unreadable expression of yours.

every time your paths crossed, tamsy caught himself paying less attention to the fight itself and more attention to the way you moved through it. not because he admired you—he wasn't capable of something so simple—but because he couldn't quite predict you. and for someone like him, unpredictability was far more entertaining than admiration could ever be.

that curiosity slowly became something he fed whenever the opportunity presented itself.

during every encounter between the cleaners and raiders, his gaze would naturally drift toward you, quietly studying the smallest details without you ever realizing it. he watched how you reacted whenever plans unexpectedly changed, how quickly you adapted when everything around you became chaotic, and how surprisingly difficult it was to read what was going through your head. most people wore their emotions openly enough for him to pull them apart within minutes.

you didn't.

you guarded your thoughts so naturally that even he found himself wondering what exactly was hiding underneath the surface. instead of frustrating him, it fascinated him. you became less of an enemy and more of a puzzle, one he couldn't solve no matter how long he observed you.

before long, those observations turned into ideas, dangerous ones.

he started wondering what someone like you would become if the right person whispered into your ear long enough.

whether that calmness of yours could be twisted into something far uglier. whether your mind, already so careful and patient, could be convinced to see the world the way he did. he wasn't interested in changing who you were overnight. that would've been boring. tamsy enjoyed slow change far more than immediate results.

he liked watching people convince themselves that every decision had been their own, never realizing someone else had quietly guided each step. every time he thought about you, he imagined possibility instead of impossibility. perhaps you weren't meant to remain another obstacle standing across from him. perhaps, with enough time, enough carefully placed conversations, enough doubt planted in exactly the right places, you could become something entirely different.

someone who didn't merely understand his way of thinking, but embraced it.

that thought lingered far longer than he expected.

not because he believed you were already like him, but because he wanted to know whether you could become like him.

there was something strangely amusing about imagining the two of you standing on the same side, not out of loyalty or affection, but because the world around you had become nothing more than another game to play. someone capable of understanding plans several steps ahead instead of constantly reacting to them. someone patient enough to let people destroy themselves without ever needing to raise their voice.

someone who could appreciate the satisfaction of watching everything fall into place exactly as intended. he didn't think about sharing victories or building trust. those ideas meant very little to him. what interested him was the possibility of finding someone intelligent enough to keep up with him, someone who wouldn't immediately crumble the moment things became uncomfortable.

it was an unusual feeling, one he never bothered naming. it certainly wasn't kindness, it wasn't admiration, it wasn't even love, at least not in the ordinary sense.

it was obsession wrapped inside curiosity, growing a little more every time another fight placed the two of you on opposite sides. the more he watched you, the more convinced he became that you were wasting your potential standing where you were.

in his eyes, the world was already rotten beyond saving, and people were nothing more than pieces waiting to be arranged into something entertaining. he found himself wondering whether, given enough time, you would eventually come to the same conclusion. and if you didn't whether he could be the one to gently push you toward it.

for the first time in a very long while, tamsy wasn't thinking about how quickly he could break someone. he was thinking about how interesting it might be if someone walked beside him willingly.

not because they had been forced, not because they had been deceived.

but because, somewhere along the way, they had begun to see the world through the same fractured lens he did.

and that possibility alone was enough to keep his attention fixed on you long after every fight had already come to an end.

⟢ zanka nijiku

zanka had always believed that feelings were inconvenient.

they distracted people, clouded their judgment, and gave others an opening to exploit weaknesses that should have never existed in the first place.

growing up within the nijiku clan meant discipline came before everything else. emotions were meant to stay beneath the surface, no matter how strongly they threatened to rise. because of that, he rarely found himself paying attention to anyone for longer than necessary. people entered his life just as easily as they left it, and he never saw much reason to chase after either outcome.

then you appeared, standing among the raiders during one ordinary fight, and somehow his attention kept drifting back toward you no matter how many times he forced himself to look away.

he couldn't even explain why.

you hadn't done anything extraordinary. you weren't the loudest person when it came to fighting, nor were you trying to make yourself known by taunting the cleaners or showing off your abilities. if anything, you seemed almost detached from the chaos happening around you.

while everyone else allowed the noise of the fight to consume them, you remained strangely composed, carrying yourself with the kind of quiet confidence that came from someone who didn't need to prove anything. every movement was deliberate, every decision carefully thought through before it was made, and every time zanka happened to catch sight of you through the smoke and ruined streets, he found himself watching for a little longer than he intended. it irritated him almost immediately.

he wasn't someone who allowed distractions, especially not distractions wearing the symbol of the people he was expected to defeat.

after that first encounter, seeing you became something he quietly anticipated without ever admitting it to himself.

whenever another fight broke out between the cleaners and the raiders, his attention naturally swept across the fight before settling on the familiar figure he'd unknowingly begun searching for. he always caught himself doing it a second too late, clicking his tongue under his breath before forcing himself to focus on the task in front of him instead.

it was ridiculous.

there were more important things demanding his attention than wondering whether you had already arrived or where you were standing among the other raiders. yet despite how many times he scolded himself internally, the habit never disappeared. if anything, it only became more noticeable with every passing fight. somewhere along the way, he stopped searching because of caution and started searching because his mind refused to settle until he knew where you were.

what bothered him most was how naturally you found your way into his thoughts outside of fights.

he'd be training alone, repeating the same techniques he'd practiced thousands of times before, only for his concentration to break because he suddenly remembered the expression you'd worn during your last encounter. he'd be helping around headquarters or listening to enjin speak, yet part of his mind would wander back to wondering what exactly someone like you was doing whenever the cleaners weren't around.

he knew almost nothing about you beyond the fact that you were a raider, yet somehow his imagination insisted on filling in the empty spaces without his permission. it annoyed him enough that he often trained longer than usual afterward, convincing himself that physical exhaustion would finally quiet his thoughts.

it never did.

instead, the feelings only became more obvious the longer they remained unspoken.

the others never noticed because zanka was too good at hiding what he felt, but he noticed every little change in himself. he noticed how he subconsciously avoided letting his eyes linger on you for too long whenever your paths crossed.

he noticed how his chest tightened whenever a fight became particularly chaotic and you disappeared beneath clouds of dust, only relaxing once he spotted you again somewhere in the distance. he noticed how he became strangely irritated whenever another cleaner spoke about eliminating every raider without exception, not because he disagreed with the mission, but because his mind immediately pictured you standing among them.

every reaction felt unfamiliar, and that unfamiliarity frustrated him more than the feelings themselves.

he hated how complicated everything suddenly became. because life had always been simple before.

the cleaners protected people, the raiders stood against them. that should have been enough.

there shouldn't have been room for uncertainty, yet you somehow became exactly that. every fight served as another reminder that there was a line separating the two of you, one that neither side could cross without abandoning everything they had fought for. zanka understood that better than anyone, which was exactly why he refused to entertain the impossible future his heart occasionally tried to imagine.

no matter how often those thoughts appeared, he buried them before they had the chance to grow, convincing himself they would disappear if he ignored them long enough.

they never did. instead, they quietly settled somewhere deep inside him, becoming another truth he carried in silence.

so every fight continued exactly the same. before drawing his jinki, before stepping into the fight, before reminding himself that the person he was searching for was supposed to be nothing more than another enemy.

his eyes would instinctively sweep across the ruined streets until they found you somewhere among the smoke.

only then would he allow himself to look away, burying whatever feeling had settled inside his chest before anyone else had the chance to notice it. he never expected those feelings to be returned, and he never allowed himself to believe there was a future where someone like you could stand beside him instead of across from him. some things simply weren't meant to exist.

still, no matter how impossible it all seemed, there was one thought he could never force himself to abandon.

as long as another fight ended with both of you still walking away from it, that was enough for him.

⟢ gris rubion

gris had always been someone who relied on reason before emotion.

he wasn't the type to let first impressions influence him, nor did he spend time dwelling on people who had no place in his life. years of experience had taught him that becoming emotionally invested only complicated things, especially in a world where tomorrow was never guaranteed.

because of that, he rarely found anyone interesting enough to stay on his mind once a fight had ended. everyone eventually faded into the background, becoming nothing more than another passing face he'd crossed paths with. he expected you to be no different.

you were a raider, someone who existed on the opposite side of everything he believed in, and that should have been enough to keep you nothing more than another stranger. instead, without realizing it, he kept remembering you long after every encounter was over.

it started with something so small that he almost overlooked it himself.

every time the cleaners were informed that the raiders had appeared nearby, gris found his attention wandering before the fight had even begun. while everyone else prepared themselves, his gaze would quietly sweep through the surrounding streets until it landed on you somewhere among the others. only after confirming where you were would he finally shift his focus back to the mission ahead. at first he convinced himself it was nothing more than caution.

knowing where certain opponents were positioned was simply part of staying alert. but as the days turned into weeks, that excuse became harder to believe. there were plenty of raiders worth keeping an eye on, yet somehow his attention always settled on the same person.

even when the two of you never crossed paths directly during a fight, he still found himself looking for you without meaning to, almost as though part of his mind refused to settle until it knew you were there.

what confused him most was how little he actually knew about you.

he didn't know what your life looked like outside of the raiders.

he didn't know where you had come from, what kind of person you had been before joining them, or what reasons had led you down that path. all he knew were the small pieces he'd gathered from quietly watching over time. you never seemed interested in unnecessary attention.

you handled every fight with a level head, rarely allowing frustration or excitement to show across your face no matter what was happening around you.

while others lost themselves in the chaos, you remained composed, carrying yourself with a quiet confidence that somehow stood out far more than anyone trying to make themselves noticed. those little details shouldn't have mattered to him, yet they stayed in his memory with surprising clarity, replaying themselves at the most inconvenient moments.

there were times when gris would be sitting alone after a mission, taking care of his equipment or enjoying one of the rare quiet evenings headquarters had to offer, only to realize his thoughts had wandered back toward you again.

he would wonder whether you had returned to your own headquarters safely after the fight, whether you were injured, or whether the calm expression you always wore ever disappeared once no one else was around to see it.

every time he caught himself thinking that way, he'd quietly sigh and force his attention elsewhere, almost embarrassed by how naturally those thoughts came to him. it wasn't like him to become distracted over someone he had barely spoken to. it certainly wasn't like him to care about someone he was supposed to see as an enemy.

the more he tried convincing himself those feelings would eventually disappear, the more stubborn they became.

they settled quietly inside him, never demanding attention, never overwhelming his judgment, but always lingering somewhere in the back of his mind.

every fight became another reminder that no matter how much distance existed between the two of you, his eyes would always search for you first. it wasn't something he consciously chose anymore.

it had become instinct. if too much time passed without catching sight of you, an unfamiliar sense of unease settled inside him until he finally found you somewhere through the confusion. only then would that feeling disappear as quietly as it had arrived. he disliked how easily his emotions had begun acting on their own, especially when they centered around someone he could never allow himself to become close to.

gris wasn't foolish enough to pretend there was a future where everything simply worked itself out.

he understood reality far too well for that.

the cleaners and the raiders stood on opposite sides, and every fight served as another reminder that the line dividing them only grew deeper with time. feelings couldn't erase that truth, no matter how genuine they became.

still, no amount of logic could stop what had already taken root inside him. he accepted that much with reluctant silence, choosing to carry those emotions alone rather than burden anyone else with something he knew would never lead anywhere.

his gaze would instinctively move through the streets, searching until it found the familiar person who had somehow become impossible to ignore.

only then would he allow himself to look away, bury those feelings beneath the calm expression everyone expected from him, and continue as though nothing had happened.

because even if you remained someone he could never stand beside, he still hoped that every fight would end with both of you surviving it.

⟢ follo tunito

follo had always believed that there was value in understanding people before judging them.

while others were quick to decide who someone was after only a single meeting, he preferred to observe quietly, allowing people to reveal themselves over time instead of relying on assumptions.

it was a habit that had followed him for years, one that made him far more patient than most of those around him. because of that, he rarely became surprised by anyone.

eventually, everyone exposed the parts of themselves they tried so hard to hide. he thought you would be no different. you were a raider, someone who belonged on the opposite side of every fight he found himself in, and that alone should have been enough for him to stop thinking any further. yet every time your paths crossed, he found himself paying a little more attention than he ever intended.

it wasn't because you stood out. if anything, you did the exact opposite.

while other raiders made themselves impossible to ignore, your presence blended naturally into the fight. you never seemed interested in drawing unnecessary attention to yourself or proving your strength through reckless decisions. there was a quiet patience in the way you carried yourself, as though every movement had already been considered before you made it.

follo noticed those little habits without realizing he was collecting them. the way your expression barely changed no matter how chaotic things became. the way you rarely wasted energy on anything that didn't matter. the way you always seemed to disappear before anyone had the chance to focus on you for too long.

they were small observations, meaningless on their own, yet together they slowly formed the image of someone he couldn't seem to forget.

after enough fights, it became difficult for him to deny what was happening.

before every mission involving the raiders, his eyes would naturally wander through the crowd, almost absentmindedly searching for the familiar figure he'd somehow grown used to seeing. he never admitted it aloud, not even to himself at first. instead, he excused it as awareness, telling himself that recognizing the positions of certain opponents simply made planning easier.

but that explanation stopped making sense the moment he realized he never searched for anyone else with the same consistency. even during fights where the two of you never came close to crossing paths, he still found himself wondering where you were somewhere in the distance.

it was an unnecessary distraction, one he quietly scolded himself for after every mission, yet the habit never disappeared.

what unsettled him most wasn't the attraction itself, it was how peaceful it felt.

there was no overwhelming rush of emotions or dramatic realization that suddenly changed everything.

instead, those feelings settled inside him little by little, becoming part of his routine before he ever recognized them for what they truly were.

sometimes, after returning to headquarters, he'd be cleaning his equipment or helping the others with ordinary tasks when your face would quietly drift back into his thoughts without warning. he'd remember the calm expression you always carried or the quiet confidence that seemed so natural to you, and before he realized it, several minutes had already passed with his mind somewhere else entirely.

each time it happened, he'd simply smile to himself with quiet disbelief before forcing his attention back to whatever he had been doing.

the more he thought about it, the more impossible everything seemed.

he knew almost nothing about you beyond the fragments he'd gathered during countless fights. he didn't know your favorite things, the life you'd lived before becoming a raider, or whether the person he imagined in his mind was even close to who you really were.

perhaps he had built an image that didn't exist at all.

perhaps if the two of you ever truly met outside of a fight, everything would fall apart. those thoughts crossed his mind often, yet strangely, they never made the feelings disappear. if anything, they only reminded him how unfair the situation really was.

because no matter what he felt, reality remained exactly the same. you were a raider, he was a cleaner.

every fight reminded him that the distance between the two of you wasn't something either of you could simply ignore. responsibilities came before personal feelings, and follo understood that better than most.

he never allowed those emotions to interfere with his work, nor did he entertain unrealistic dreams of a future that probably could never exist. instead, he accepted those feelings quietly, carrying them with the same gentle patience he carried everything else in his life.

his eyes would instinctively search the streets until they found you somewhere among the raiders. only then would he quietly look away, knowing that seeing you from a distance would always have to be enough.

because even if the two of you were destined to remain on opposite sides.

at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.

you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.

after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.

if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.

the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.

"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.

"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.

"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."

"hugo doesn't either."

except he absolutely did.

he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.

how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.

after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.

hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.

"…tired?" he asked.

you only hummed.

he gave a small nod like that answered everything.

without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.

when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.

he looked over his shoulder.

"…ready?"

another tiny nod.

he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.

the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.

"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."

hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.

"…i know."

"…doesn't it bother you?"

he was quiet for a second.

"…if she stopped."

his answer surprised even himself.

because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.

later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.

you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.

hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"

your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"

"…good."

he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.

instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.

"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.

and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser

michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.

no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.

if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.

unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.

instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.

it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.

whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.

there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.

your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.

michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.

in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.

by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.

he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.

michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.

knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.

to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.

only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.

the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.

the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.

michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.

he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.

despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.

he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.

he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.

in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi

ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.

you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.

there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.

being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.

sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.

eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.

if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.

even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.

your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.

you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.

sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.

after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.

the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.

they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.

during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.

everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.

he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.

sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.

there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.

sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.

if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.

he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.

you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.

he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias

bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.

if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.

you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.

it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.

at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.

there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.

instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.

your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.

if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.

you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.

the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.

he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.

if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.

there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.

he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.

he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.

over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.

bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.

on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.

to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki

loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.

your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.

you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.

you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.

it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.

loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.

he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.

there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.

because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.

if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.

he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.

the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.

your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.

with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.

others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.

he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.

there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.

but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.

eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.

he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.

because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo

lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.

with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.

instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.

you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.

it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.

you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.

at first, he found it amusing.

he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.

you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.

lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.

he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.

instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.

because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.

and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.

the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.

if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.

there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.

he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.

your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.

behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight

teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.

he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.

your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.

instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.

you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.

sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.

at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.

he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.

so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.

teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.

and eventually, he realized he liked it.

there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.

for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.

your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.

he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.

and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.

he was also surprisingly patient with you.

if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.

he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.

other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.

they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.

your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.

there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.

he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.

over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.

the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.

he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.

and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.

he stayed completely silent, his brows pinching together as he tried to remember if anyone had ever explained what that actually meant. he knew women got periods.

but everyone knew that much.

but nobody had ever sat him down and explained what happened or why it hurt so much. after another few seconds, he looked back at you, genuine concern replacing the confusion in his eyes. "...does it always hurt like this?" when you quietly admitted that it did, and that sometimes it was even worse, he didn't know what to say. the thought that you went through something painful every month without ever mentioning it made something twist uncomfortably in his chest. "...stay here," he muttered before standing up and walking away.

you watched him leave with a small frown, immediately assuming you'd made him uncomfortable.

instead, rudo wandered through headquarters until he spotted enjin talking with riyo nearby.

he walked over without much thought, stopping in front of them with the same serious expression he always wore. enjin looked up first, smiling a little.

"what's up, kid?" rudo hesitated for the briefest moment before speaking. "...she said she's on her period." enjin blinked once. "...okay?" rudo looked between the two of them. "...what does that mean?" there was another pause before both enjin and riyo realized he wasn't joking.

riyo's eyes widened ever so slightly while enjin let out the smallest laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "wait... nobody's actually explained periods to you?" rudo simply shook his head. "i know they happen." he answered honestly. "i don't know why she's in so much pain."

the teasing expressions both disappeared almost instantly.

enjin motioned for him to sit down, leaning against the table as he explained everything as simply as he could.

he talked about how periods happened every month, how cramps could sometimes be mild and other times so painful people struggled to stand, how hormones could affect emotions, and how everyone experienced them differently.

rudo listened without interrupting even once, his entire focus fixed on enjin's explanation. every new sentence only made his expression grow more troubled.

"...every month?" he repeated quietly. enjin nodded. "every month." rudo looked down at the floor for a second before muttering almost to himself, "...that's awful."

riyo couldn't help smiling a little at how genuinely upset he looked. "it can be." she admitted. "which is why the best thing you can do is not make her feel embarrassed about it." rudo looked over at her immediately.

"...how?"

"don't act like she's fragile." riyo answered. "don't panic, don't keep asking if she's dying every five minutes, and don't pretend you know exactly what she's feeling because you don't. just... ask her what she needs. maybe she wants food. maybe she wants a heating pad. maybe she just wants someone to sit beside her without talking." she shrugged lightly.

"everyone's different." rudo nodded once, silently committing every word to memory.

when he returned a few minutes later, you looked up from the couch, expecting an awkward apology or maybe an excuse for why he'd disappeared.

instead, he quietly sat beside you. for a while, neither of you said anything. after a minute or two, he finally spoke, his voice softer than usual. "...does it still hurt?"

you nodded.

"...a lot?"

"...kind of."

he looked down at his hands before asking another question. "...what helps?"

you blinked, surprised. "anything."

there wasn't any awkwardness or disgust in his voice, only honest concern. he wasn't trying to solve the problem because he knew he couldn't. he simply wanted to know how to make things a little easier for you.

when you admitted that warmth usually helped, he stood back up without another word, disappearing once more before returning with one of the old heating packs the cleaners kept around headquarters for sore muscles after missions.

he'd even asked someone how to warm it properly because he didn't want to accidentally make it too hot. kneeling beside you, he carefully handed it over, watching to make sure you didn't burn yourself before quietly sitting back down.

the room fell silent again, and this time neither of you minded.

after a while, your head slowly tipped sideways until it rested against his shoulder. rudo stiffened for the smallest moment before relaxing, staying perfectly still so you wouldn't have to move.

every now and then he'd glance down at you, checking if your face looked any less tense than before. when he noticed you wince, his eyebrows pulled together again, the helpless feeling from earlier creeping back into his chest.

"...next time..." he spoke after a long silence. you looked up at him. "...tell me sooner." you smiled weakly. "you didn't even know what a period was."

"...i know enough now."

his fingers absentmindedly tugged at the sleeve of his jacket as he looked away, almost looking annoyed with himself. "...i don't like knowing you were hurting all day while i thought you were just tired."

there wasn't anything dramatic about the way he said it. no promises that he'd magically make the pain disappear or somehow fix everything.

that wasn't who rudo was.

but the quiet determination in his voice made it obvious that from now on, he'd notice. every month, he'd remember without you having to remind him.

he'd quietly ask if you needed anything before the cramps became unbearable, make sure nobody pushed you into unnecessary work, and, even if he still didn't fully understand what you were feeling, he'd stay right beside you until it passed because if there was one thing rudo understood better than anyone.

if anything, he only became worse, refusing to let you carry grocery bags, reaching things from high shelves before you even looked at them, and quietly taking over chores you normally did because, in his words, "i'm the one with a perfectly healthy body right now. let me use it."

his training schedule never disappeared, but somehow you always came first.

after every practice he came home carrying something in his hands, sometimes your favorite pastries, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes flowers because he remembered reading that seeing beautiful things could improve someone's mood.

the moment he walked through the door, he'd kiss your forehead before crouching in front of your stomach with a softness nobody else ever got to see. his hand rested there so naturally, gently rubbing little circles as he talked about his day, telling the baby how he scored in training or how everyone else was too slow to keep up with him. then he'd smirk proudly.

"obviously your father is still the best." a second later, the baby would kick, making his eyes widen every single time without fail. "did... did you see that?" he'd whisper in complete disbelief, looking at you like it was the greatest goal he'd ever witnessed.

no matter how many kicks he felt over the months, he reacted with that same amazed expression every single time.

the nights were when he became the most protective.

if your back hurt, he learned exactly how to massage it without pressing too hard. if you couldn't sleep because the baby kept moving, he'd stay awake with you instead of telling you to rest alone.

sometimes the two of you would sit by the window while the city lights glowed outside, your head resting against his shoulder as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. he'd quietly admit things he never told anyone else, how becoming a father scared him more than any football match ever could because he knew what it was like to grow up without kindness.

he promised himself long before the baby was born that your child would never question whether they were loved, never wonder if they were enough, and never experience the loneliness he carried as a boy.

he'd press a careful kiss to your stomach before resting his forehead there, speaking softly enough that only you and the baby could hear. "you'll have everything i never did. i'll make sure of it."

his ego never really disappeared, but it changed in funny ways. instead of bragging about himself, he'd confidently tell everyone your baby was obviously going to be beautiful because they had your features and his genes.

he'd already planned which tiny football jerseys to buy, despite you reminding him the baby couldn't even walk yet. when you rolled your eyes, he'd simply shrug with complete confidence. "it's called preparing for greatness." but the second you mentioned feeling nervous about labor, all that playful confidence melted away.

he held your face between his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as he looked at you with complete sincerity. "you don't have to be strong every second," he murmured. "i'll stay with you through all of it. every contraction, every tear, every moment. you won't face any of it alone."

and for someone who spent so much of his life believing only in himself, staying beside you without hesitation became the promise he valued more than any victory on the field.

𑣲 sae itoshi

pregnancy brought out a side of sae that almost nobody believed existed.

he wasn't loud about how much he cared, and he wasn't the type to constantly ask if you were okay every five minutes, but he noticed everything before you even had the chance to mention it.

if you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, he'd already be grabbing another pillow for your back. if your water bottle was empty, he'd quietly refill it without saying a word. when your feet started hurting after standing for too long, he'd guide you back to the couch with a gentle hand on your waist before kneeling in front of you to rub away the soreness.

if you tried telling him you could do it yourself, he'd only glance up at you with that calm look of his. "i know you can," he'd say simply. "but you don't have to."

his routine slowly changed around yours without you even realizing it. he made sure he was home whenever he could be, cooked meals you could actually keep down, and kept track of every doctor's appointment like it was part of his own schedule.

his phone ended up filled with reminders about vitamins, checkups, and things you mentioned wanting days before. he never made a big deal out of it either.

he'd just quietly remember.

whenever you woke up in the middle of the night because you couldn't get comfortable anymore, he'd wake up too, helping you sit up before fixing the blankets around you and staying awake until you finally drifted back to sleep. even if he had training the next morning, he never complained once.

sae didn't talk to your stomach very often, mostly because he felt a little embarrassed, but whenever the baby kicked while his hand happened to be resting there, the serious look on his face softened without him even noticing.

he'd stay completely still for a moment before letting out the smallest smile, one that only ever seemed to appear around you. sometimes he'd quietly tell the baby about his day, speaking so softly it almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

"don't make your mom work too hard today, okay?" he'd mumble, gently rubbing your stomach with his thumb before leaning down to press a light kiss against it. every time the baby responded with another kick, he'd look at you with quiet amazement, like he still couldn't believe there was a little life growing between the two of you.

whenever people crowded around you or offered too many opinions about your pregnancy, sae became quietly protective. he didn't need to raise his voice or argue. one look from him was usually enough to make people step back.

if someone stressed you out or kept touching your stomach without asking, he'd calmly move between the two of you, resting a hand against your back as he guided you somewhere quieter. "she needs space," he'd say, leaving no room for discussion before walking away with you.

once the two of you were alone again, he'd check on you first instead of talking about the situation. "you alright?" he'd ask, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. if you nodded, he'd simply squeeze your hand and stay beside you until you felt better.

the closer your due date came, the more he found himself thinking about the future.

one evening, while the two of you sat together in the nursery after finishing the last few decorations, he rested his head against yours as the room fell quiet. after a long silence, he reached over to lace his fingers with yours.

"i don't know everything about being a dad," he admitted honestly, his voice low enough that it almost blended into the silence around you. "but i'll learn." he looked over at you before gently smiling. "i'll learn for you... and for our baby."

it wasn't a dramatic promise or a grand speech, but somehow hearing those simple words from someone as reserved as sae meant more than anything else ever could.

𑣲 vivan hugo

the moment hugo found out you were pregnant, he started treating the months leading up to the baby's arrival like something the two of you had to get through together instead of something you had to carry alone.

he never wanted you to feel like the pregnancy was only your responsibility, so he naturally slipped himself into every little part of it.

every appointment became "our appointment," every milestone became something he celebrated just as much as you did, and every difficult day ended with him reminding you that you didn't have to hide how you were feeling around him.

whenever you apologized for being emotional or tired, he'd lightly shake his head before pulling you into his arms. "you're growing our baby," he'd mumble against your hair. "you never have to apologize for that."

he became surprisingly observant, picking up on the smallest habits you didn't even notice yourself. if he saw you rubbing your lower back while making breakfast, he'd quietly take over cooking before gently steering you toward a chair.

if you had one of those days where nothing sounded good to eat, he'd spend the afternoon trying different recipes until he found something you could stomach without feeling sick. he never acted like it was a burden either. seeing you finish even a small meal always made him smile to himself because, in his mind, that meant both you and the baby were taken care of.

hugo loved spending quiet afternoons with you more than anything. instead of filling every moment with conversation, he'd sit beside you while you watched movies, read a book, or simply rested with your legs across his lap.

his fingers would absentmindedly trace slow circles over your stomach whenever the baby started moving, and before long he'd start talking to them like they were already sitting beside him.

he'd tell funny stories about his day, make little jokes he hoped would earn a kick, and laugh every time one actually came. "see?" he'd grin while looking at you. "they already think i'm funny." even when you rolled your eyes, you couldn't stop yourself from laughing with him.

there were moments when the pregnancy became overwhelming, especially as your due date got closer and the nerves slowly settled in. on those nights, hugo never tried to fix everything with the perfect words.

he'd sit beside you, letting you lean into him while his hand gently rubbed your back. he'd listen to every fear you had without interrupting, only speaking once you had gotten everything off your chest. "we're going to figure it out together," he'd say quietly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "i'm not expecting you to know everything, and you don't have to expect that from yourself either."

as the nursery slowly came together, he found himself stopping in the doorway more often than he'd admit, imagining what life would be like once the room was finally filled with tiny cries and sleepy smiles instead of silence.

after finishing the last piece of furniture, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder while the two of you looked around the room.

"it's starting to feel real," he whispered with a soft laugh. after a moment, he lowered one hand to your stomach, giving it a gentle pat before smiling to himself. "i can't wait to meet you," he said to the baby. "but don't rush. your mom and i will be right here whenever you're ready."

𑣲 bunny iglesias

bunny never realized how much someone could become his entire world until you became pregnant.

from that day on, taking care of you became second nature, never something he felt forced to do. he'd wake up before you just to make breakfast, leaving little notes beside your plate reminding you to eat everything because "our little family needs it."

if you wandered into the kitchen insisting you could've made it yourself, he'd gently nudge you toward a chair with an amused smile. "that's my job this morning," he'd tell you. "your job is letting me spoil you."

he quickly learned that some days weren't about fixing anything. there were afternoons where your body ached, your emotions felt all over the place, and nothing seemed to make you feel better.

instead of searching for the perfect words, bunny would quietly crawl into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist while the two of you stayed under the blankets for hours. he'd put on one of your favorite movies, play with your hair, or simply let you complain about everything without interrupting.

whenever you apologized for being "too much," he'd look at you like the thought had never crossed his mind. "you're carrying our baby," he'd say softly. "if you want to complain all day, i'll listen all day."

he also became oddly excited about preparing the house. one weekend you walked into the spare room only to find him sitting on the floor surrounded by tiny baby clothes, carefully folding every little onesie even though half of them ended up looking messier than before.

he looked so focused that you couldn't help but laugh, earning a confused look from him before he held up one impossibly tiny sock between his fingers. "how is someone's foot supposed to fit in this?" he asked with complete seriousness. the room quickly filled with your laughter, and he couldn't stop smiling after hearing it.

whenever you struggled with the changes pregnancy brought, bunny always found a way to remind you that nothing about you had become less beautiful.

if your favorite clothes no longer fit or you felt frustrated looking in the mirror, he'd stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder while your eyes met in the reflection. "all i see is the woman i love," he'd murmur, gently taking your hand into his.

"you're giving us the greatest gift i'll ever receive. i don't think i've ever looked at you and loved you more than i do now."

late at night, after the house had gone quiet, the two of you often found yourselves talking about everything the future might hold.

you'd sit together on the couch with your head against his shoulder while he absentmindedly traced shapes over your hand, wondering what your child's laugh would sound like, whose habits they'd inherit, or what kind of parents the two of you would become.

bunny never claimed to have all the answers, but every time the conversation drifted toward uncertainty, he'd smile and squeeze your hand. "whatever happens," he'd whisper, "we'll learn together. that's what families do."

𑣲 julian loki

when loki learned you were pregnant, he somehow became both calmer and even more energetic at the same time.

he still had his endless amount of energy and couldn't sit still for very long, but whenever it came to you, he slowed himself down without thinking about it. if he noticed you were walking behind him, he'd immediately match your pace instead of rushing ahead.

if the two of you were out together, he'd always make sure there was somewhere nearby for you to sit and rest whenever you needed a break. he never wanted you to feel like you had to keep up with him, so instead, he happily kept up with you.

he loved turning ordinary days into something fun because he hated seeing you bored while you were stuck resting. he'd show up with board games, puzzles, snacks, or some random hobby he found online that he insisted the two of you should try together.

sometimes the activity lasted hours, other times it ended with the two of you laughing because neither of you had any idea what you were doing. he didn't care if the final result looked terrible. if you were smiling, then he'd call the day a success.

loki was also the first person to notice when your energy started running low. before you could even say anything, he'd already be pulling a blanket over your legs, handing you your favorite drink, or asking if you wanted to lie down for a while.

he never made it sound like you were fragile. instead, he'd smile and say, "you're doing enough already." hearing those words always made the guilt disappear whenever you felt bad for needing extra rest.

as your due date slowly got closer, he became surprisingly curious about everything that came after.

he'd ask endless questions while the two of you put together the nursery, wondering what your baby's first word might be, whether they'd like sports, music, drawing, or something completely different.

whenever someone joked that your child had to become a football player because of him, loki would laugh before shaking his head. "they don't have to be anything except happy," he'd say. "whatever they love, i'll be cheering louder than everyone else."

one day, after finishing the last few things around the house, the two of you ended up sitting on the living room floor surrounded by unopened gifts and tiny baby blankets.

the room was quiet for once as loki leaned his head against your shoulder with a content sigh. after a long moment, he reached over and intertwined your fingers with his, smiling to himself. "our life is about to change completely," he murmured. "and honestly..." he looked at you with the same bright smile that always made your heart race.

"i don't think i've ever been this excited for anything before."

𑣲 don lorenzo

when lorenzo found out you were pregnant, the excitement hit him almost immediately, but so did the fear. it wasn't something he admitted out loud at first.

instead, it showed itself in the quiet moments, when he'd stare a little too long at the tiny clothes in store windows or stop talking whenever someone mentioned what made a "good parent."

growing up with almost nothing left him wondering if he'd know how to give your child the kind of childhood he never had. every now and then he'd ask you questions that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"do you think i'll be enough?" he'd mumble one evening, avoiding your eyes. "i don't want them growing up the way i did."

those worries never stopped him from taking care of you. if anything, they made him try even harder.

he'd proudly carry every shopping bag before you could reach for one, constantly remind you to sit down whenever you looked tired, and somehow always remember the little things you mentioned in passing.

if you casually said you wanted strawberries three days ago, he'd come home holding a carton with the biggest grin with his grills showing on his face like he'd just completed the world's greatest mission. because seeing you smile because of something so small always made him feel like he was doing at least one thing right.

lorenzo also had a habit of making you laugh whenever pregnancy started feeling overwhelming.

if you became frustrated because your body was sore or you were exhausted, he'd immediately start making ridiculous faces, dramatic impressions of people you both knew, or tell exaggerated stories that became more unbelievable with every sentence.

he'd celebrate every laugh he managed to get out of you like he'd won a trophy. "there it is," he'd say with a satisfied smile. "that's the one i've been waiting for."

sometimes, though, the cheerful act slipped away.

late at night, after you'd both gotten ready for bed, he'd quietly rest beside you with his fingers loosely intertwined with yours. those were the moments when he'd finally admit what was sitting in the back of his mind. "i keep thinking about when i was little," he'd confess softly.

"i remember what it felt like to be hungry... to wonder if anyone cared where i was." his voice would grow quieter before he looked over at you. "i never want our kid to feel that. not even for a second." you'd remind him that the very fact he worried so much already showed how deeply he cared, and hearing that always seemed to lift a weight from his shoulders.

the nursery became something deeply personal to him. every shelf he built, every toy he carefully placed, every blanket he folded was his way of creating the kind of home he'd always wished for as a child.

one afternoon, after the room was finally finished, he stood in the doorway looking around in complete silence.

you walked over and slipped your hand into his, and after a long pause, he smiled—a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "they're never going to wonder if they're loved," he whispered. "they're going to wake up every day knowing they have a family waiting for them."

he forces your face up, making you look at him. your eyes are glassy with tears and pleasure, lips parted in a silent whimper. sae breathes heavily, watching your reaction. "there she is," he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek while his hips roll, hitting that spot inside you that makes you shriek. "my good little princess."

you clench around him, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying out. sae smirks, leaning down to capture your lips in a rough, possessive kiss. "no hiding," he whispers against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip before biting down.

he pulls back slightly, watching your face as he thrusts deeper, slower, drawing out every sensation. your face scrunches up in pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. you're practically vibrating with the force of it. he breaks the kiss and moves to your neck, marking you with deep love bites. "shh, i know you like it,"

you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of pleasure crashes through you. your legs start to get weak beneath you, unable to hold up your body.

"look at how pretty you look like this," sae watches you with a darkened gaze, his movements becoming more deliberate, almost cruel in how he's grinding into you.

your eyes flutter shut instinctively and sae growls low in response. "eyes open. now." his hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i want to watch you fall apart on my cock, princess." his thumb brushes across your trembling bottom lip as he picks up his pace.

a broken sob tears from your throat as he snaps his hips forward relentlessly. you struggle to keep your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears of overstimulation as he forces you to maintain eye contact. every thrust drags a desperate cry from your lips, your body completely at his will.

"good girl," sae breathes out, his voice dripping with arrogance and affection.

he keeps his hand firmly on your jaw, ensuring you can't look away even as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. tears spill over your lashes, streaking down your heated cheeks. "so beautiful when you cry for me," he murmurs, his hips slamming into yours with punishing precision. "taking me so fucking well, princess." your body trembles violently, completely surrendering to his rhythm.

your back arches off the bed as your climax hits suddenly—blinding white and overwhelming. a high, desperate cry escapes your lips, completely breaking through your usual restraint. your inner walls clamp down hard around him, your vision flickering white.

sae watches your face with dark, almost predatory satisfaction. his thumb rubs your swollen bottom lip. "there it is."

maybe after all, making simple eye contact with sae wasn’t so bad.

HUGO VIVIAN ୨୧

asking hugo to simple pleasure you, wasn’t something you’d easily ask.

you really been needing him after days of him simply going out due to his soccer games or training. but you’re just so easily nervous when it came to ask him about something, and that question was part from the list. so when he came home that day from training— you looked at him with those big beautiful eyes, body sorta trembling.

but hugo recognized that look immediately. the trembling bottom lip, the wide, glassy eyes that practically screamed desperation—he knew you needed him. it was the specific look you got when you’d gone days without his attention, overwhelmed by your own nervousness and too shy to voice what you wanted.

he dropped his gym bag instantly by the door, kicking his shoes off without breaking eye contact.

because thankfully, hugo knew your body language every time.

"come here," he said softly, already moving towards the couch. he knew exactly what you needed before you even asked. those days apart took their toll on you, and he could see it in the way you fidgeted with your fingers, the way you wouldn't look up at him.

he didn't make you speak. he knew asking you to form words would only make that nervous trembling worse. instead, he simply pulled you between his legs, letting you bury your face in his neck. it was immediate safety—a silent signal that you didn't have to ask, didn't have to stutter or explain yourself. he understood perfectly.

so when your clothes and his were off, your shyness became more apparent.

you tried to hide under the sheets. your shoulders pressed in, legs curled tight, body instinctively protecting itself from view. it was an awkward, desperate attempt to become small—to disappear.

but hugo wasn't going to let you hide. not from him. not from this. "don't," he murmured, his voice a quiet command. not harsh, just firm.

he reached over, gently peeling the duvet back until you were completely bare before him, exposing every inch of you that you tried so desperately to conceal. the cool air hit your flushed skin, making a soft, breathy whimper slip past your lips and your legs instinctively try to clamp together.

"none of that," hugo whispered, catching your knees before they could lock.

his big athletic body moved gracefully between your legs. he spread them wider, his large hands gently pressing against your inner thighs to keep them open. he knew exposing you like this made you spike, but he needed you spread before him—needed to see every secret part of you.

the mere touch of his fingers, even just the gentle pressure on your skin as he held you open, made you tense up completely. your hips curled away from him, your whole body tensing as if you were preparing to run. it was an instinctive, almost feral rejection born from self-consciousness.

"stay still," he said, not quite demanding. it was a quiet observation.

he leaned down, his breath hot against your core. you felt his thumbs tracing along your exposed folds, opening you just a fraction more—not for his pleasure, but purely to give him better access. not a single word passed between you; none were needed. his actions spoke volumes.

and then his tongue made contact.

you couldn't help it. a sharp gasp escaped you, your hands flying up to clutch the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric so tightly your knuckles turned white. that soft, wet contact—it was almost too much. your body was alive and responsive despite how much you wanted to disappear.

he didn't push. he just tasted, but slowly.

your breath hitched as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles against your most sensitive spot. he wasn't attacking you or trying to drive you crazy. he was just savoring you. like you were something precious and delicious. and that terrified you almost as much as it pleased you.

the wet-warm pressure made your hips jerk involuntarily. you tried to stop yourself, to curl inward, but his fingers were on your inner thighs, holding you steady. no escape. your legs only shook weakly under his weight.

his nose brushed against you, a soft, intimate gesture that made your chest tight. he wasn't rushing, wasn't demanding any response from you.

he just explored you. his tongue flicked out to trace your seam, then circled your clit gently, like he was studying something delicate and rare. your clit pulsed, starting to leak with a life of its own. hugo drank those first drops eagerly, making a quiet, satisfied sound that vibrated against your sensitive flesh.

get you a man just like hugo who’s understanding in your body language.

MICHAEL KAISER ୨୧

michael hated whenever you covered your mouth while he was fucking you.

the reason why was because you hated the way you sounded. it felt embarrassed and since you have a really shy personality, it made seem like you were making weird noises after all.

he watched you muffle your whimpers against your palm, his pupils dilating with anger and frustration. he knew you were embarrassed, but that didn't mean he was going to make it easy for you. in fact, he was going to make it harder. he pulled out slowly, making you whimper louder.

"no," he growled, his voice low and vibrating against your chest. before you could react, his large hand clamped around your wrist, tearing your hand away from your mouth and pinning it firmly into the mattress beside your head.

"i told you about that," he warned, his hips snapping forward harshly, forcing a loud, broken cry from your throat.

your whimpers became loud, needy cries, bouncing off the walls and filling the room. michael knew you were mortified, but fuck if he was going to let you hide those cute sounds. he was going to make sure you heard yourself, loudly and clearly.

he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, each word punctuating a deliberate thrust. "there it is. your pretty little voice. you sound so fucking good, baby."

he increased the pace, intentionally hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your back arch. your sounds grew more uncontrolled—high, breathless, desperate—exactly what he wanted.

"that's it," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to your uninhibited noises. he loved how raw and honest they were—how you couldn't fake or hold back when he was fucking you like this.

he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing your cries as he pounded into you relentlessly. his hand left your wrist to grip your thigh, lifting it higher and spreading you wider. the new angle made you scream into his mouth, the sound muffled but no less loud or desperate.

he swallowed every high-pitched noise you made, refusing to let you hide a single thing. your shame melted away under his overwhelming dominance, replaced by pure, desperate pleasure. your moans turned into broken sobs, shamelessly loud and beautifully wrecked, echoing in the room exactly how michael wanted them. he wasn't letting you be shy anymore. not tonight.

you shattered around him with a broken, keening wail that tore through the room—high and desperate and nothing like the soft sounds he knew you wanted to make. your walls clamped down on him like a vice, trembling as the orgasm ripped through you again and again.

michael groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight.

"there it is," he growled against your lips, still chasing his own release. "that's the sound i want to hear every fucking time."

he fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, draining every last drop until you were sobbing, your voice hoarse and wrecked. when he finally came, he buried himself deep, grinding your hips into the mattress as he emptied himself inside you.

DON LORENZO ୨୧

you absolutely hated when you felt lorenzo cold golden grills while he ate you out.

not because it was cold and you flinched every time. but because you felt awkward whenever you two made eye contact— you weren’t a good person when it came to hold simple eye contact.

his lips and tongue work expertly between your legs, golden grills glinting in the dim light as he holds eye contact—those dark purple eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. the cold metal brushes against your sensitive skin, making you gasp and squirm, hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth.

he slows down just enough to watch your reaction, those golden teeth catching the light as his tongue traces a slow circle. the contrast—hot breath, cold metal—makes you see stars. he notices you looking away, the way your gaze darts to the ceiling, the wall, anywhere but at him. a low chuckle rumbles against your folds. "eyes on me, amore."

you immediately squeeze your eyes shut, breaking the rule because holding eye contact while he does this feels physically impossible. your thighs tremble, trying to clamp around his head, trying desperately to hide somewhere from that heavy, predatory stare. the cold metal of his grills slides against your clit again, making you jolt and whimper.

his tongue drags flat across your clit, the gold scraping just enough to make you gasp. your face burns—not just from pleasure, but from the sheer embarrassment of having him this close, this intimately, and you can't even look at him. you're painfully shy about this stuff, especially when it involves him.

he pulls back slightly, his tongue hovering just over your hole as he waits. you're so focused on not looking at him that you don't notice his hand gently gripping your hip, holding you in place. the silence stretches, filled with your shallow breaths and the cold metal against your skin. "look at me when i eat you out, cariño."

your face burns hotter, a bright flush spreading down your neck and chest. the thought of watching him—seeing the golden glint against your most private parts while maintaining eye contact—is mortifyingly overwhelming. you press your hands over your eyes, shaking your head frantically, your entire body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and bashfulness. "i-i can't... it’s embarrassing..."

his warm, rough hands gently pull your hands away from your face, revealing your tear-streaked, beet-red cheeks and wide, pleading eyes. he leans down, his face hovering right above your pussy as he speaks, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through you. "nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart."

he pauses, his breath ghosting over your folds as he waits for you to meet his gaze. the room is silent except for your shaky breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. you're terrified of meeting his eyes, of seeing the desire and focus there, so you stare at the ceiling instead. "look at me, por favor."

you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, your thighs pressing together around his head in an unsuccessful attempt to hide.

you hear him chuckle darkly against your skin before his nose presses between your folds. "you gonna watch me make you cum, or do i have to tape your eyes open?"

your mouth falls open, face completely hot with embarrassment. the thought is obscene, completely outside of anything you could've imagined, and you don't even want to consider the possibility.

your whole body stiffens, and you pull away, trying to sit up."d-don't joke about that... that's—" he immediately catches your hips and pins you back down effortlessly, preventing you from escaping. his expression is soft but dominant, recognizing exactly how shy and overwhelmed you get.

"not joking, mi vida."

he taps your nose gently with one finger."either you keep your pretty eyes open and look at me, or i tie them open." the tone says he absolutely will.

BUNNY IGLESIAS ୨୧

your hands gripped against bunny’s shoulder while slowly riding him.

your breath hitches, looking away in awkwardness and embarrassment. you hated riding him because you always felt awkward when it came face to face with his beautiful face.

bunny's jaw tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your hips as he felt you squirm. he noticed how you refused to meet his gaze, your eyes darting everywhere but at him.

"look at me baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, though there was a hint of amusement underneath. his hips stuttered upward, testing your rhythm, disrupting your awkward pace.

you let out a small gasp as his hips jerked upward, breaking your concentration. your eyes snapped to his face briefly before darting away again. bunny's expression softened slightly, his thumb brushing over your hip in a gentle caress. "come on, you can do better than this,"

he watched as you avoided his gaze, his expression turning into one of slight frustration. he gripped your hips harder, lifting you up slightly before pulling you back down onto his lap, his length filling you completely.

he groaned softly at the feeling, his eyes closing briefly before opening again to find you still looking away.

"eyes on me," he demanded, his voice dropping an octave. he hated how shy you were getting during these moments, how you always seemed to be apologizing or acting awkwardly. he wanted you to enjoy this, to feel good, to connect with him.

bunny's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire. he knew you were trying, but your self-consciousness was killing the mood. he hated seeing you so uncomfortable during something meant to be pleasurable.

without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down hard against him.

you cried out at the sudden pressure, your eyes finally locking onto his. bunny's gaze held you captive, dark and intense, watching every flicker of your expression with possessive satisfaction. he didn't let you move, keeping you pressed flush against his chest, still seated deep inside you.

"there you are," he breathed against your lips, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

he started lifting you up and down on his length, his strong arms doing all the work. he knew you were self-conscious, so he decided to take control. he watched your face closely, his eyes trailing from your lips to your cheeks, which were flushed a beautiful pink.

"mmn..." a broken whimpered spilled from your lips as he easily manhandled your weight. the friction was overwhelming, and your head tipped forward against his shoulder, hiding your burning face in the crook of his neck.

bunny didn't stop, his rhythm steady and deep, forcing those little sounds out of you. he chuckled low in his throat, the vibration rumbling against your chest.

"shh," bunny soothed, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he continued to move you up and down. he knew you were feeling shy and awkward, and he wanted to reassure you.

his voice was gentle when he spoke again, "you're doing so well, sweetheart. just feel it."

your cheeks burned hotter, burying your face completely against his neck. you hated how exposed you felt, relying completely on him because your embarrassment kept you from taking initiative yourself.

bunny didn't mind in the slightest. he bounced you steadily on his lap, swallowing your soft, overwhelmed sounds with affection, murmuring sweet praises into your hair. "good girl. just let me handle it."

your body stiffened, a quiet, sharp sound escaping your throat. your grip on his shoulders tightened painfully, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as a tight, helpless gasp caught in your chest. your whole body trembled, your hips hitching up in a helpless rhythm that you couldn't control.

your face was hot—too hot. you immediately turned away, hiding your expression.

bunny felt your muscles spasm around him, your body going rigid before melting into a complete, helpless tremble against his chest. he immediately slowed his pace, guiding you gently through the aftershocks rather than chasing his own high, his hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your spine.

"shh, i've got you," he murmured softly, pressing kisses to your sweaty temple.

JULIAN LOKI ୨୧

you always felt unsure whenever you and loki were in the missionary position.

one because you hated that feeling whenever his eye roamed against your body, two because you didn’t know either to look at him or something else, three because you become super stiff.

"look at me, love." he said softly, his hands gently framing your face to make you meet his gaze. he kissed you deeply and slowly, trying to relax you and make you focus on him instead of your insecurities. his hips moved gently against yours, setting a slow rhythm.

your breath hitched and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as his tongue tangled with yours. he continued kissing you slowly, his hips moving in a slow grind against yours.

his hands slid down to your hips, holding you in place and keeping the slow pace.

"mmh..." he hummed against your lips, the sound vibrating through your chest as he swallowed the small noises escaping you. he broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his yellowish eyes locking onto yours, refusing to let you look away.

the slow, deliberate roll of his hips was intoxicating, grounding you in the sensation and eliminating any chance for your mind to wander.

"keep your eyes on me," lokis voice dropped to a whispers, his fingers digging into your hips possessively. he could feel you starting to relax underneath him, your body responding to his slow, deep thrusts. the sight of you looking at him with those innocent doe eyes was driving him wild.

"there," he murmured softly, watching your face as it slowly unclenched. the tension leaving your shoulders and your body, your hips even slightly tilting up to meet his. a faint smirk ghosted across his lips.

"that's it, love." he praised gently, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "you're doing perfectly well." his pace remained steady, measured.

your reaction was adorable. you blushed deeply at his praise, your eyes softening even more. your hips moved with his, matching his rhythm perfectly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. loki smiled against your neck, pressing soft kisses there. "good girl,"

the praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through your veins, making your toes curl against his back. you felt yourself melting completely into the mattress, your body no longer stiff but pliant and responsive under his touch. your arms hesitantly slid up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers hovering onto his bald head as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

he felt the shift in you, the way your body finally surrendered to the moment. a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest. his grip on your hips tightened slightly, steering you into a more rhythmic pace, more deliberate in its slowness.

he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips barely brushing your skin. "there you are,"

your body felt foreign and sensitive in the best way, every touch sending sparks through your nerves. you couldn't help but whimper softly against his neck, your legs tightening around him. he was taking his time, making love to you slowly and gently until all your insecurities evaporated.

your breathing quickened, the slow, deliberate movements sending you closer to the edge. you could feel your walls clenching around him, your body trembling beneath his. you tried to pull back slightly, the unfamiliar feeling overwhelming you, but his grip on your hips remained firm.

"no," he murmured against your ear, his voice a warning. "don't hide from me."

your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach snapped tight. a broken cry tore from your throat, your body trembling violently as your orgasm crashed over you. loki didn't stop his slow, torturous rhythm, working you through it, his hand stroking your hair as you shattered beneath him.

"that's it," he praised softly.

you couldn't breathe, couldn't think—just feel him inside you as you rode out the waves. your legs trembled around his waist, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

he slowed his pace even more, prolonging your climax, milking every shudder from your body. "look at me," he commanded softly, knowing you'd try to hide your face in the aftermath.

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense green gaze. he was watching you come undone beneath him, his expression a mix of satisfaction and raw desire. his hips continued their slow, gentle motion, drawing out the pleasure until you were completely spent, your body boneless and limp beneath him.

a soft, exhausted whimper escaped your lips, your body finally going completely pliant against the mattress. your fingers uncurled from his shoulders, trembling as they slid down to rest weakly on his chest.