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fzzr · 1 year

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Uncontroversial Opinion: Toradora! is Perfect, Actually

Toradora! is the greatest love story ever told. It is Perfect In Every Way That Matters. This is a rant about how implementation can outweigh originality.

Characters

The romantic comedy is at least hundreds of years old as a genre. Toradora!'s core cast of five each fulfill a critical role in that formula.

The character archetype of the love interest who starts off hostile and softens over time is as old as the romcom itself, if not older. Anime and manga have had romcoms with such characters in them for generations. Today, the "tsundere" is almost inextricable from the very formula of anime romantic comedy, with examples as far as the eye can see. Toradora! came out in 2008 standing on the shoulders of those many giants. Taiga "Palmtop Tiger" Aisaka was the fourth to debut of the quartet of tsundere characters voiced by Rie Kugimiya in four consecutive years. Shana, Louise, Nagi, and Taiga, the "Four Tsundere Wonders," redefined the short and spicy female protagonist we know so well today.

Taiga, I would argue, did so the most. She's a lot of character in a small package, but doesn't actually take any of her traits too far. She's passionate, but doesn't just explode with emotion any time anything new happens. She doesn't always immediately recognize her own feelings, but she is always capable of at least some introspection. She sometimes acts spoiled, but she's not dismissive of others who help her. She is full of very relatable tension when trying to expose her feelings, but she doesn't let it paralyze her. She is capable of feeling the sting of social hostility but can also push past it and deal some in response. Toradora! doesn't just tell you why someone might love Taiga - it makes you fall in love with her, so when a character does you don't need any explanation at all.

Next let's talk about the male anime romcom protagonist. Typically unpopular and a bit different from those around him, he serves as the self-insert character for the target audience to imprint onto as he does something on the spectrum between "find true love" to "wake up each morning with his face in at least one bosom". Ryuuji Takasu is tall with the dark messy hair typical of his ilk. His poor social position comes from the delinquent look he inherited from his father. Of course, he's actually an all around nice guy who takes care of his mother and considers his worst nemesis to be the mold caused by the shadow of the giant apartment building next to his house.

No protagonist can go it alone, and the main guy will always have a loyal companion in the "bro character". Best friend and wingman, you can rely on the bro to help the protagonist on his way, though not always in the way he wants. In this role, Yuusaku Kitamura is the social glue of Toradora! Popular and respected by all, he keeps Ryuuji from total social isolation. He also unintentionally brings Ryuuji and Taiga together, as she enlists Ryuuji's help to act on her crush on Kitamura.

The 'com' part of romcom requires a certain amount of chaotic energy, and the wound spring of Toradora! is Minori Kushieda. Consummate Genki Girl, when Minori is in motion even a brick wall of social expectations can't slow her down. Everyone loves Minori, but Ryuuji's crush on her is the window through which we see her at first. There is a lot more to her than what we (or even Ryuuji) see at first. She might be the smartest of any of them, certainly on an emotional level. Somehow managing to both wear her heart on her sleeve and keep it under lock and key, Minori is also the hardest character in the show to really understand.

One character type to go: I don't know if there's some established name, but I call them the "Interloper." Typically the last major character introduced, they serve to knock the show off balance. In shows about shenanigans, they will be a source of chaos, an instigator. In shows that are going places they are often the catalyst, the one who nudges the story over any bumps that keep it from rolling down the hill. (These are not mutually exclusive.)

In Toradora!, that character is Ami Kawashima. Professional model, instant school idol, mean girl or klutz depending on the audience - Ami as introduced is designed to be hated. That doesn't last long, within a few episodes we peel away enough layers of the façade to start to understand her. Ami fulfills her role as Interloper flawlessly. She needles Taiga, using levers like her looks and childhood friend status with Kitamura. She flirts with Ryuuji, which confuses him and raises Taiga's hackles in a whole other way. She enables the beach, school festival, and Christmas arcs, each essential in their own ways. Toradora! is about Taiga and Ryuuji first, but it doesn't work without Ami.

Plot

I could rave about the series episode by episode, but instead I'll pick just one. Toradora! launches with one of the strongest first episodes I've ever seen. It spends a few minutes setting up Ryuuji's home and social life, introduces us to Kitamura and Minori, and puts him torso to head with Taiga all in under 8 minutes. That first encounter ends with Taiga wordlessly delivering an uppercut in retribution for how I called her short back in paragraph two. While this is their first meeting, it is not the true meet cute. Nor is their next encounter, where Ryuuji catches Taiga in the middle of "remodeling" their classroom, after which she assaults him when he takes his bag to leave.

No, the moment that launches the show and when their relationship is set in motion comes that night, when Taiga breaks into his house and assaults him with a wooden sword. Her motive is to cause just enough brain damage for him to forget about finding the empty love letter to Kitamura she mistakenly put in Ryuuji's bag. The result of a combination of shenanigans and oversharing is an accord: they will help each other get closer to their respective crushes. On the way out the door, Taiga tells Ryuuji to patch the hole she left in the wall with the envelope from the love letter. The episode wraps up with Ryuuji cleaning her apartment and making her breakfast the following day. The initial dynamic is thus established: Taiga acts as though she still considers Ryuuji beneath her, even as we learn about her vulnerabilities through the ways she depends on him for help.

Haha I tricked you, that dynamic lasts barely one episode. Toradora! is always moving. Sometimes it's faster, sometimes it's slower, but it's never spinning in place. The five principal characters are never static, nor are their relationships. Sometimes a turning point will be a conversation in the middle of an episode about something else, and sometimes it's the climax of a multi-episode arc. Other times you can't identify a phase change at all - you just look back and find that things are different now.

There's more to Toradora! than the romance, of course. The secondary theme is family, specifically relationships with parents. Both Taiga and Ryuuji have absent fathers, due to estrangement and mortality respectively. Over the course of the show, the way they think about those relationships changes. Their relationships with their mothers are not as distant, but they also prove malleable and important to the evolution of both characters. This thread is not disconnected from the romance, either - those changes prove critical to the final act.

Music

Toradora! has two opening themes and two ending themes, and they're all, guess what, perfect. They're catchy as hell, with on point lyrics. The animation is fun, with barely any reliance on footage from the show proper. I'm not here to break them down, so once again I'll give a single example. When Ryuuji patches his wall with Taiga's empty love letter to Kitamura, he does it by cutting out a piece in the shape of a sakura blossom petal. This serves as a symbol of the beginning of their relationship. In the second opening, there's a moment showing him putting it back in place from peeling away. This reinforces that symbolism, while additionally showing how that relationship is being reinforced with time. There's also an insert song at a critical moment of the story which will leave you in awe, but I don't want to go into it for spoiler reasons. Just know that it acts as a cultural touchstone among my friends for how an insert song can be used.

Conclusion

Toradora! is the nth entry in a flooded genre. Its characters all fit established roles in that plot and are built out of well-defined tropes. The plot beats are all standard issue: Intro, pool, beach, festival, Christmas, school trip, late-breaking twist, ending. The art is consistent, but conventional. It seeks neither revolution nor evolution.

No, Toradora! is the go-to example of how much of a difference execution makes. The soundtrack is consistently excellent. It has solid gold characters. The plot is free of cul-de-sacs and dead ends. Every obligatory shenanigan moves the plot forward a little bit. Not everyone gets what they want, but everyone lands in a place that makes sense. It's satisfying. It's electrifying. It's both fun on the surface and full of layers to peel away.

Score: 10/10. Toradora! is Perfect In Every Way That Matters. It is the greatest love story ever told.

Recommendation: There is no one who should not watch this show. I just wrote way too many words about why, come on.

Comparisons

Saekano was the reason I re-watched Toradora! in the first place, and that rewatch was what re-convinced me that Toradora! has no equal. The characters of Saekano are mostly assigned tropes at introduction as well, and they sure change a lot, sometimes drastically. Both shows have the destined love interest referred to in the title ("Tora" for Taiga and "Heroine" for Megumi) so while the journey does take you many places the ending is never truly in doubt. There is no question that Saekano acknowledges Toradora! as an ancestor.

The way Toradora! truly beats out Saekano is the ending. Both of them feature the obligatory last minute will things fall apart twist. Toradora!'s is connected to the theme of family, and Saekano's is connected to the theme of artistic fulfillment. In both cases, the choice of the character who follows the divergent path does so in demonstration of how they have changed. The problem with the Saekano one is it barely feels like a twist at all, instead being a token roadbump. The Toradora! one is truly heartwrenching, and the way it resolves will show you just how deeply the relationship on screen has become a part of who you are.

Final Word

I only had the one comparison for Toradora! because I haven't yet reviewed enough things on tumblr. You can expect many more things to receive Toradora! comparisons in their own reviews soon. Now, go watch Toradora! My mom put it on her Netflix watch list after a single episode, you really don't have an excuse.

#toradora #anime #tsundere #romance #if she's not from the tsuntsun region of japan she's just a spicy love interest #taiga #aisaka taiga #ryuuji #takasu ryuuji #yuusaku kitamura #minori #kushieda minori #ami #kawashima ami #anime recommendation #original post

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peacehopeandrats · 1 year

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For Your Consideration

This year was a small year for me, so I will be throwing things down kind of quickly, sorted by year. I want to thank everyone who commented and left kudos on these. I'm putting them up for consideration in the @the-chipped-cup-awards because of you.

How To Date A Librarian - A good fit for: Best Rumbelle Secret Santa, Best Date, Best BFF/Wingman

The Monster In The Storm - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Gideon, Best Drama, Best Family

In The Shadows Of Others - A good fit for: Best AU - Based On Other Media, Death, Hurts So Good,

So You Want To Build A Sex Room - A good fit for: Best Kink/BDSM, Best Missing Years, Best Storybrooke

The Angel And The Devil - A good fit for: Best Golden Lace, Best One Shot, Best PWP

A Full Imagination - A good fit for: Best AU - Based On Other Media

Unconventional - A good fit for: Family, Best Missing Years

Wounds and Scars - A good fit for: BFF/Wingman, Best Trope, Best One Shot, Best Hurts So Good, Best Comfort

Warming The Chill - A good fit for: Best One Shot, Best Short Fic

Series I worked on this year that could be considered for Best Series:

Growing Up

Golden Dreams

Those We Left Behind - A good fit for: Hurts So Good, Death, Best Remix

Beauty and the Beast - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke, Best Remix

The Oldest Door - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke

War In Pieces - A good fit for: Best Storybrooke

Forgery - A good fit for: Best Detective Weaver, Best Afterlife Fic, Best Drama, Hurts So Good, Best Novel Length

Granted - A good fit for: Best Afterlife Fic, Best Dark One Rumple, Best Dark Castle

Lost and Found - A good fit for: Best Date- Overall, Best Storybrooke, Best Missing Years, Best Wingman/BFF

Return - A good fit for: Best Gideon, Best Missing Years, Best One Shot

Once There Was A Wish - A good fit for: Best Dark One Rumple

The Tent Of Infinite Adventure - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Gideon, Best Belle, Best Rumple

Welcome To Storybrooke - A good fit for: Best Storybrooke, Best Gideon, Best Baelfire/Neal

One Lover, Many Dreams - A good fit for: PWP, Best Golden Lace,

One Word, Many Meanings - A good fit for: PWP, Best Woven Lace

Mountains, Streams, and Magical Things - A good fit for: Best Novel Length, Best Storybrooke, Best Missing Years, Best BFF/Wingman

Pop Ins - A good fit for: Best Missing Years, Best Family

The City That Never Sleeps - A good fit for: Family, Best Missing Years, Best Crossover

Snow Bunnies - A good fit for: Best Dark Castle, Best Storybrooke, Best Belle, Best Mr Gold, Best Dark One Rumple

Arson - A good fit for: Best Detective Weaver

Leaving Storybrooke - A good fit for Best Missing Years, Best Storybrooke, Family

There are way too many of these to link individually, so I will give you the link to the series in case you want to go read something.

If one of my Monthly Rumbelling 2021 fics stands out in your memory, please consider nominating it for Best One Shot or Best Short Fic.

Fluff

Family - Bouquet, Journey, Carousel, Wilderness, Balloon, Mobile

Comfort - Illness

Smut

Kink/BDSM - Shop, Stroll, Wax

Romance - Sunshine, Stacks, Home, Teeth, Memory

PWP - Sunshine, Morning

Angst

Death - Morning, Gift, Carousel, Piercing

Hurts So Good - Gift, Waiting, Received, Ritual, Road, Field, Recovery

General Awards

Best Dark Castle - Tea, Choices, Delivery, Storm, Garden, Fantasy, Steps, Ingredients, Frost, Maid, Marble, Memory, Wild, Spy, Blast

Best Storybrooke - Sent, Meal,

Best Missing Years - Bouquet, Journey, Ruin, Dressing, Carousel, Wilderness, Falls, Logs, Teeth, Balloon, Mobile, Accidents

Special Categories

Best Golden Lace - Stroll

Best Woven Lace - Morning, Wax

Best Woven Beauty - Gift

Best Afterlife - Reunion, Morning

Best AU Original - Wild

Character Awards

Best Belle - Tea, Hunters, Sent, Garden, Visitor, Road, Fantasy, Steps, Falls, Frost, Maid, Meal, Marble

Best Lacey - Stroll, Wax

Best Dark One Rumple - Tea, Choices, Storm, Garden, Visitor, Ingredients, Frost, Maid, Marble, Memory

Best Mr Gold - Received, Fire, Meal

Best Weaver - Piercing, Depths

Best Baelfire/Neal - Steps

Best Gideon - Museum, Stacks, Wilderness, Balloon, Mobile

Best BFF/Wingman - Fatherhood, Healing, Game, Overnight, Lunch, Blankets

#fyc #chipped cup awards #chipped cup #cca #rumbelle #ouat #cca 2023 #chipped cup awards 2023 #for your consideration

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nightmarecountry · 7 months

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The man demurely turns from the man in white, having seen something there. Something he isn’t quite sure he wants to get involved with. With a last lingering look over his shoulder he turns to move to the other end of the bar. His retreat is impeded by a leather clad arm.“Excuse me?” he part questions, part demands. “What’s your problem?” Is the barrier’s only response. A pale face framed by black, tumultuous waves leans in to lock eyes with the fellow patron. He doesn’t know what to say. Seeking support of any kind, he looks back to the no longer smiling man in the dark glasses. The expression is unreadable, impassive. Worry begins to settle in, he adopts a sterner disposition and faces the indolent obstruction. Before he can get a word in, the man clutches his chin in a rough grip. He can feel two rings digging into his jaw. His face is forcibly rotated to gaze upon his earlier acquaintance, stilled from seeing anything else. “You tellin’ me you don’ wanna fuck that guy?” The stranger, smelling of spearmint and tobacco growls in his ear. “You know what he could do to you? That right there is the best lay of your goddam life. You passin’ that up?” His initial reaction is to flee. This is too weird for him. Not at all what he signed up for. But the longer he looks at his appointed suitor, the more he can see past what initially set him off. He is attractive. And as a slow grin crawls back across that angular face—this one more lively, charming in its vivacity— he can feel a flutter in his chest. Without bidding his captor to do so, he is released from the hold; able now to return to his nearly missed opportunity. The other recedes into the background, leaning back over the bar, taking a cigarette from an ashtray and swirling a drink around distractedly. Quietly contemplating if he really dares to take a sip.

It is rare that the Corinthian's prey eludes him. It has happened before, of course; people immune to his charms, too preoccupied with their own dreams to see the one in front of them. People whose lives had been saved by a stroke of fortune, a timely interruption, some inconvenient timing to keep the Corinthian from luring them astray. None that he knows of have ever suspected just how close they might have come to their deaths had they lingered but a few minutes longer with him. Just how near the dark angel had brushed by them. Once he sets his sights on someone, it's rare that he doesn't get them--one way or another.

And with Severen at his side, shadowing his every whim, it gets rarer and rarer. Where one half fails, the other rises to the challenge: each has something the other lacks. Severen, in his brutality, makes the Corinthian look genteel: his vulgarity sparks the imagination of the man in his grip, makes him look twice at the thing he thinks is a man, a man he'd almost passed over for... some reason he's not sure of, anymore.

When he comes back to the gentleman in white, they share a laugh. 'Friend of yours?' the stranger asks, and the Corinthian grins, piercing the olive in his drink with a cocktail stick. The man looks over his shoulder at the strange man that had grabbed him, then back to the Corinthian, something bright and eager in his eyes. 'Or... something else?'

"Something else," smiles the Corinthian, "but not in the way that you mean."

'Well, he's a hell of a wingman.'

"I'll be sure to tell him," it says smoothly, "Later."

Its hidden gaze rests over the man's shoulder. To him, it feels as though the Corinthian is gazing straight at him through those dark glasses, wanting him as badly as he wants to be wanted--but in truth, the Corinthian's eyes are on Severen, now a smoke-shrouded figure in the back of the bar. Something is passing from nightmare to vulture: a dark thrill difficult to define. Possession; gratitude; a hungering promise.

The Corinthian has an aching vision of Severen's eye between his teeth, the little jaws clamping down, his eyemouths watering as Severen tears at his throat... but that can wait. Severen is the gift that keeps on giving: a shadow that never turns from his light. There will be time to thank him, to hurt and be hurt by him.

For now, he'll settle for the meal his companion so boldly chased into his arms.

He leans in a little, the scent of petrichor and tobacco drifting over his prey. His lips almost brush the man's ear, cool breath making him break out in goosebumps. He says something to him in barely a murmur, dark and soft--

--and only tears his gaze away from Severen once his offer is taken, finally distracted by the promise of a hunt.

#ic.#v: needs must when the devil drives #savagecowboy #[ evening dhoome. did you want some homoeroticism. ]

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autoacafiles · 10 months

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Meet Bomb-Burst

Full Name: Bomb-Burst of House Tepes

Date of Kindling: Mon: 08/ Del: 24/Stellar Cycle: 1480AH

Favourite Colour: Dark Colours, Silver

Hobbies/Likes: Horror Movies, Making Movies

Dislikes/Fears: Shadow Raider, Losing His Dad/Roulette

-Bomb's love of horror started from his mother's old collections. Since then he's become obsessed with them, and tried to share them with all his friends.

-Some theorise that their shared love of horror is what brought Bomb and Roulette together. No-one's really sure, and not everyone likes the "luck theory", so right now it's the best they've got.

-Because of some quirk of his genetics, Bomb-Burst can run on less sleepmode time compared to other Cybertronians. In fact, he's never slept more then half the time of his fellow students, thus he's been known to leave his room after awakening and go for a walk around the Plaza / the halls of Lodestar / any large area around where he rested last. There have been reports of a being similar to his pretender shell stalking the woods of Acadeimos in the night, which some have come to believe is merely Bomb-Burst keeping himself occupied.

-Ever since learning about Misfire's crush on Dunecircuit, Bomb-Burst has volunteered to be Misfire's wingman when it comes to talking to her. This has ultimately lead to Longshot being Misfire's counter-wingman just to fact check the stuff Bomb is telling Misfire, and shut Bomb down whenever he suggests watching a horror movie.

#Extra Information #Bomb-Burst #Meet the Cast

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cantfightmoonlight · 2 years

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JASMINE ST. CLAIRE

Slow down, you crazy child. You're so ambitious for a juvenile. But then if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid, hmm?

Quick-witted, guarded & independent 26 year old witch. Born in Boston. Resides in Shadow Lake & has been in town just long enough to witness the murders. Father is Silas Chamberlain- notorious criminal. Raised as dark witch prodigy, now trying to keep to herself as she waits for the consequences from her dark magic days to catch up to her.

>>> FULL BIO HERE.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

FAMILY

Older Half-Brother ➵ OPEN

Half-Sisters ➵ Poppy & Poppy’s Twin

Adopted Siblings ➵ WC HERE

WORK

Boss at Lunar Cove Times ➵

Rival Journalists ➵ WC HERE

Assistant/Photographer at the Lunar Cove Times ➵

Someone who started out their career together with her ➵

Work Husband/Wife ➵ Tommy

Scooby Gang in Scooby Doo (Meddling Kids) ➵

PAST

There is No Place Like Home ➵ Someone who knows Jasmine from her time in Boston/growing up.

College Friend/Classmate ➵ Someone who went to NYU with Jasmine or knew Jas from her time in NYC.

Family Friend/HS Friend ➵ Someone who met Jasmine through the St. Claires or maybe was a friend of the family. They could have even gone to HS together in NYC.

PLATONIC

Best Friend ➵

Someone who brings out the best in her ➵

Someone who brings out the worst in her ➵

Unfriendly Neighbors ➵ For anyone who lives at Shadow Lake. Could share a ceiling or a wall or could live in the building next door. They could get annoyed with each other or bang at each other through the walls etc. Or could even get annoyed with Jas’ RV parked out in the parking lot that she used to live in before Dahlia invited her to move in.

Friendly Neighbors ➵ For anyone who lives at Shadow Lake. Could share a ceiling or a wall or could live in the building next door. Could constantly be showing up at each other’s places or couch crashing.

Roommate ➵ Dahlia

Phone a Friend ➵ The person she calls to bail her out of trouble

One Sided Friendship ➵

Frenemies ➵

Shows up to her house from time to time with her favorite liquor ➵

Friends who had a falling out or drifted apart ➵ Maybe Jas pulled away from them since she started to become worried that they could be killed by her curse too.

Wingman/Wing Woman/Wing Person ➵

Stumbled upon the other in either an awkward or personal moment and now have trouble looking them in the eyes ➵

A person who follows her around like a sad puppy dog ➵ Could tie into one of the work connections above or be separate

Former crush turned friend ➵

Former crush turned foe ➵

Breakfast Club ➵ Someone she met once when traveling; they opened up to each other and had a breakfast club-esque relationship for a day/weekend before they parted ways, only to see each other again now

Serendipity ➵ Someone who she consistently runs into again and again over the years; could be friends or acquaintances, but neither can deny, it’s weird that they keep on meeting like this

The Other End of the Bar ➵ A party friend or acquaintance. Someone they can call for a good time out on the town or to go get high with.

For a Night In ➵ The two characters always hang out behind closed doors, but their friendship never seems to span beyond movie nights and nights in. It’s almost as if someone doesn’t want to be seen out with the other.

SUPERNATURAL

WEREWOLF SPECIFIC ➵ Finds wolf in the woods from time to time naked after they shifts and begrudgingly helps them find their pants

WITCH SPECIFIC ➵ Current coven members who Jasmine becomes close to who help give her a reason to want to join the coven

WITCH SPECIFIC ➵ Jasmine grew up in an off-the-record Dark Magic Coven that was operating against the official Lunar Cove Coven. Your character could have been a member of this organization see WC’s HERE & HERE.

OPEN TO ANY SPECIES ➵ Or your character could be someone who had a run-in with the Dark Coven over the years. Jasmine was part of the Dark Coven until she was 16, so anywhere in that time frame.

OPEN TO ANY SPECIES ➵ Likewise, Jasmine could have performed dark magic on your character growing up before the age of 16 for her.

RESURRECTED ➵ WC HERE

WITCH SPECIFIC ➵ Bad Influence; Your character could tempt Jasmine to want to dabble in Dark Magic again.

VAMPIRE SPECIFIC ➵ Jasmine could let your character feed off of her for the high of it.

WITCH SPECIFIC ➵ Someone she practices magic with.

RELATIONSHIPS

Ex who ended on Good Terms ➵

Ex who ended on Bad Terms ➵

FWB ➵

Recent One Night Stand ➵

Past One Night Stand ➵ Dilan

First Time ➵

First Crush/First Love ➵

Past Hookup/Flame ➵

Unrequited Love ➵ Someone who had feelings for Jasmine, but she never reciprocated.

Exes who are now friends, but don’t ever talk about the fact they dated ➵

First Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Partner ➵

Kindergarten Couple ➵

Blind Date ➵

Went on a blind date in the past ➵ how they met; could be friends now or awkward around each other ever since

#a: jasmine

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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housecity101 · 6 years

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Overnight

Hey, I actually managed to write a new fanfic for y’all! It’s the second MHA fic I wrote (the first being a Toko and Dark one-shot back in June), and this time, it’s on one of my favorite OTPs :)!

A cute, simple Tokotsuyu one-shot I wrote that it pretty long but the experience in reading it might be a good one for any of you if your interested. If there is anything that feels off, please let me know. I don’t mind any criticism since I’m still learning to do better with my fanfics, as long as if the criticisms are not embarrassments or anything there off.

If you don’t want to read it here, then read it on FFN or AO3!

(FFN | AO3)

Enjoy :)

Overnight

Nighttime had slowly approached the school.

It was calm, peaceful, and even a bit cool outside. Not even a single villain attack in sight. A relief to most of the students and teachers.

It was already time for bed for most of the students. Bakugo decided to sleep early before all of them, seeing how he had a pretty crappy day. Nobody knows why so they decided to at least do the same as well so he wouldn’t be disturbed by them outside.

So far, things were normal as usual. The students freshened themselves, put on their best pajamas, and head over to their rooms to sleep or do a few other things...

12:45 A.M. on the clock. Everyone was still asleep.

Except for only one.

It was no secret that Tokoyami was a night owl. Most of the time, it happens mainly due to his quirk Dark Shadow acting up during the night. Not to mention having nightmares to top it off. This happens to him every night since he was a young boy, but thankfully it didn’t happen all the time. When it occurs, he would sometimes calm himself by drinking warm tea or listen to soft music.

Nowadays, he has been slowly getting a bit better from his routine. Sometimes he would read his favorite book and poems and even study late at night a few times. Recently, he’s been doing his best to catch up on his favorite horror anime on the streaming sites.

He had been doing it at this hour, binging to catch up with the recent episode. Dark Shadow would join him in a few occasions, eager to watch what was going to happen.

Right now, the two of them were on the bed, watching an episode from the laptop. Tokoyami was laying sideways with his pillow holding onto his head while having one of his arms rest on his waist. Dark was right behind him, his head on his host’s neck just to snuggle on it for a bit. They did also had at least one or two snacks with them, consisting of apple slices and chips they brought at the small market. The volume was lowered so that nobody from outside would hear them. Tokoyami was going to watch it with his headphones on, but since Dark wanted to watch too, he had no choice.

He want to at least watch the recent episode next, but it was getting late for him anyway. Not to mention, he started to make a yawn. It’s becoming a little too much now.

When the credits rolled, he soon shifted himself up into a sitting position and moved the laptop to his upper thighs. “Well then, I guess we could end it here for tonight...” he said softly, exiting the page before closing the tab.

This made Dark Shadow jump up in surprise. “W-what!? Oh come on! Please? Can we at least continue!? Besides, it’s Saturday right now! It doesn’t even matter!”

Tokoyami sighed. “Although I do wish we could, unfortunately we have wasted 5 hours of our curfew so far. Just give it a rest.”

“But we haven’t made it to the new episode yet! Just a lil’ peek!?”

“I said no, Dark Shadow.” Tokoyami said, his voice getting a bit tense out of irritation.

Suddenly, Dark Shadow managed to make a cute pout to at least make him change his mind.

It did.

“Very well, I guess we could watch one more.” His host smiled a little. His quirk would never say no sometimes. “But first, I need something from the kitchen.”

Dark Shadow smiled in anticipation. “Can we get more of those chips!?”

“You literally ate the entire bag we’ve gotten while I only took some.”

“That’s because I was hungry!”

“Of course you were...”

The way to the kitchen wasn’t that long. Tokoyami does rest in the second floor so it’s simple for him to reach the first floor. Walking through the hallways, he noticed how silent and dark it was, but rather dim due to the small lamps. He could still hear a few snoring from inside his dorm mates’ rooms. Taking the elevator, he reached down to the main floor.

He certainly does not want to be caught by Mr. Aizawa or the other teachers roaming around in the hallways. He, along with a few students, have been lucky to succeed in that feat. But for now, it was best to stay low until the coast was clear…

Once the elevator doors opened, he exits himself into his needed location.

The main room was peaceful for the most part. Though it felt a bit eerie due to it being in deep silence. There were a few lamps on, especially the television for some reason, as it was slightly muted. Someone must have forgot to turn it off. Aside from that, it didn’t really scared Tokoyami that much. He reached over to the coffee table where the remote was laying as he turned off the TV before making his way to the kitchen.

“Sooo, what do you even want anyway?” Dark Shadow asked him, peaking out from behind a bit.

“I just needed a water bottle, that’s all.” Tokoyami answered.

“Then can I still have those chips from the pantry?”

The teenage goth sighed. “No, Dark Shadow. Remember, we cannot waste more of the snacks like that. I’ll get you one of the apples stored in the fridge instead.”

“What if I have a slice of those apple tarts instead?”

“You know those are for Sato, right?”

“Well this is coming from the guy who sneaked in for a slice the other time.”

This caused his host to wince in embarrassment as he snickered for a bit. “I-I said not to mention that again!” He cried, his voice slightly loud than before. “You even almost revealed it to everyone!”

“Yeah I know. The look on their faces when they thought you stole it was priceless!” The shadow demon laughed again.

“Oh silence you, or else I’ll get the matches.” Tokoyami threatened softly. He almost wished that his quirk didn’t talk at all.

They then ceased themselves for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. But as Tokoyami made it to the entrance, he nearly gasped.

There, standing inside the kitchen, was Tsuyu, who had opened the fridge to get something. She hadn’t seen him yet and Tokoyami at least hope she didn’t. It would be a bit embarrassing for him.

It was an odd secret that he actually harbored a crush on her.

This all started when he saw her during the school’s entrance exam, and introduced himself a bit to her during the official first day. But while Tsuyu was fairly sociable, he wasn’t that much at all. This means that he wasn’t able to properly talk with her for a while until the final exams, where he managed to get full interaction with her. After that, he soon started to bond with her a bit more, going out together with their friends or helping her study with literature assignments.

But while it was good for Tokoyami, he cannot contain his flustered emotions everytime he gets close to her.

He didn’t really talked to her from all week, wanting to at least plan on how to properly see her again.

But now, this was a bad time.

He was standing right at the entrance while she has her back turn. Why must she be this cute? With her cute hair, her cute frog pajamas, her cute shorts, her cute slippers, her cute butt—

“Ribbit?”

He immediately froze once she turned around.

Once she did though, she soon sees him by the entrance, causing him to blush.

This stayed like this for about ten seconds. The crow-headed boy didn’t even know what to say, he was too embarrassed to say anything…

‘Go on! Say somethin’ to her!’ He heard Dark Shadow in his thoughts.

‘Well, what do you suppose I should do?’ Tokoyami shouted at him, getting mildly annoyed.

Before he heard him answer, he heard his crush calling out to him. “Tokoyami-chan?”

He went back to reality to face her. It was only now or never. He cannot mess this up so pathetically.

“G-good evening, Tsuyu-chan...” He finally spoke up, at least stuttering for a bit. “What brings you here at this time of night?”

“Oh,” Tsuyu picked up something from inside the fridge as she showed it to him. “I was just getting some gelatin for a midnight snack.” She answered, giggling a little while getting a plastic spoon.

“Ah, I see.” Tokoyami said. He has to note that for another time when going out with her. “I just came here to get some water.”

The frog hybrid looked at him after getting the spoon. “You aren’t able to sleep?”

“Y-you could say that. But it’s not that serious this time.” He then walked inside to get to the fridge. “The last few nights were rather calming enough for me and Dark Shadow...” While looking for the water bottles, he thought about something before asking her. “You have trouble sleeping as well?”

“Mm, not really, ribbit.” He heard her answer from behind. “Sometimes, I would get a few weird dreams, and other times, I would think about my family...”

“I understand.” He nodded slightly, lowering his head a little. “I miss mines as well...” He said softly before reaching one of the bottles. “But you shouldn’t have to feel depressed as much. You still reach out to them?”

“Of course. They would usually call me if everything’s alright. What about your parents?”

Tokoyami’s eyes widened a little from that question. He wasn’t able to call them all week. He needed to remind himself to call them tomorrow. He was sure that his family are worried about him. So instead, he made a slight lie. “T-they’re doing fine...” Tokoyami soon got out of the fridge and headed towards the shelves. He knew that he has to get more chips in order to avoid Dark’s whining.

“So, why are you up tonight, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked him, already taking a bite off her gelatin snack.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything in particular...” He said, blushing slightly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell her about his little binge-watching time. She might be too tired from that.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a certain shadow demon coming out from his back to reach the cabinets. “Man, you really should loosen up sometimes...” After receiving his favorite chips, he turned to Tsuyu and made a friendly wave. “Aiyo, Tsu-chan!”

This made Tsuyu’s cheeks pink as she giggled. “Hello, Lil’ Shadow.” She watched him lower down to her as she rubbed his head affectionately.

Tokoyami blushed for a bit while making a small smile at the moment. Seeing Dark Shadow interact with his friends or family in general was fairly normal, but he actually finds it amusing to find some people liking his living quirk.

“You still didn’t answer my question, ribbit.” Tsuyu said, eyeing on Dark while rubbing his head. “What were you doing during the night?”

“Oh. Well, I was actually watching an anime that is a favorite of mine.” Tokoyami finally answered, trying not to look away from her.

“Really? What is it about?”

“A story of a group of normal civilians being turned into vampires during the Middle Ages.” The goth teen smiled a little. “Truly an engaging watch.”

“That sounds cool, ribbit.” Tsuyu smiled, not noticing the small blush on her friend’s face. “I’m not surprised that you’re into vampires too.”

“W-why yes…” Tokoyami stuttered again, looking away a little. “They’re actually one of my favorite monsters.”

He didn’t really know what else to say at this point.

He would at least talk more about their lives at the moment, their hobbies, or whatever, but he was too nervous to say anything. If he went and blabbered something to her, it would be nervous gibberish. It was best to maybe end it here and go back upstairs until he turned to look at Dark Shadow at the moment. While his crush wasn’t looking, he made a little sly smile when looking at his host.

By the looks of it, he definitely knew what he was going to say.

“Hey, Tsu-chan, you should watch it with us!” He told Tsuyu as Tokoyami instantly blushed.

“Ribbit?” The frog girl wondered.

An embarrassed Tokoyami immediately reeled Dark Shadow back inside of him once he shook his head. “Let me please rephrase what he said.” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind spending time watching the show with me…t-that is if you are in need of more rest.”

He waited patiently for her answer as she smiled rather cutely. “Okay.”

Her friend made a small blush. He was instantly forming shades of red at this point. “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

“Not at all, ribbit.” Tsuyu said. “I don’t actually feel tired right now, so I don’t mind watching an episode with you. Have you caught up with the series?”

Okay, so this might go smoothly. “I’m actually up to the second season at this point. I have yet to watch the episode that had just came out.”

“I actually didn’t see it yet. So I guess it’s fine to watch it with you, ribbit.”

“Then I suppose that we should go bac—“ Tokoyami was going to finish until Tsuyu interrupted him.

“Wait,” He turned to her, who looked shy for a bit. “Is it okay if we can watch it in your room?”

Tokoyami felt like he couldn’t move from where he’s standing.

His room? His room that is completely decorated with everything a goth person would ever dreamed of? Was she really honest of wanting to enter in there?

I mean, he’s not a complete jerk, but he doesn’t feel comfortable of his classmates entering his room, aside from Shouji, Koda, Jirou, and sometimes Izuku. Everyone else? It would just be embarrassing. He took note of this ever since the dorm room competition happened. It was a night in which he wished to forget.

He was about to ask her why before she explained. “It’s because my room is pretty messy at the moment and I have to clean it up. I know you’re still unsure of everyone entering your room because of the contest, but I won’t judge you, ribbit.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “I bet it’s really cool just like how you are.” She even made a slight, pink blush.

Tokoyami felt rather nervous but appreciated of that sentence. He just didn’t know what to say. “I-I appreciate it. If it’s really what you want, then I would accept it.”

“You’re welcome, Toko-chan.” Tokoyami just stared at her for a moment. Lord above is she so cute…

Tsuyu then decided to leave the kitchen first right before throwing the gelatin cup away. She made a quick glance at her friend, making a small croak.

If Tokoyami wanted this moment with his destined lover to be perfect, then he must put his best effort into it.

Otherwise, it would be deemed as a failure.

He soon followed her as the two of them walked by the hallways together. While walking, Tokoyami soon heard Dark Shadow’s voice.

‘You’re welcome, by the way.’ He said, snickering for a bit.

‘I am not sure if I should thank you or hate you for this...’ His host responded in his head.

‘Oh trust me, you will!’

He just hoped to the gods above that Dark Shadow wouldn’t dare not to ruin this chance.

Once they entered the elevator, Tokoyami and Tsuyu waited for a bit once they were levitated up.

The crow headed boy kept his thoughts to himself at the moment before looking at his crush, and then at one of her hands.

He was close by her, so maybe he could hold her hand?

It’s not like he never did this before. He had done it with her on several occasions when they were out with friends. But that was it. It was more of a friendly thing than a romantic one.

So, maybe this time, one wouldn’t hurt? Would she even mind at all?

He was starting to feel nervous by what he was doing, but he shouldn’t be. It’s just hand holding, nothing too intimate…

While she wasn’t looking, he slowly moves his hand out to catch hers.

Gently.

Gently…

Almost there…

A loud chime was heard as the two have reached their destination.

Tokoyami mentally cursed himself for not being given a chance. Probably the next moment he might get it. Maybe he could at least talk to her for a bit? I mean, he did had thoughts about her entering his room, for certain reasons.

“T-Tsu-chan,” ‘Goodness that was so hard to say…’ “I was wondering if you are really certain of going into my room. I don’t want any of the teachers or our classmates seeing us in this position.” He said, stuttering a bit while blushing.

“It’s alright, ribbit.” Tsuyu answered. “I’m sure nobody would be able know that we’re still up. Besides, it’s just nice to spend more time with you.”

This made her friend a bit flustered, but soon regained his normal stance. “I suppose that is fair. I-I do apologize for not speaking to you in a while.”

“It’s okay. You had to study for assignments, ribbit?”

“Hmm.”

Finally, they have made it to the door.

Tokoyami felt like quivering with worry. He wouldn’t mind letting her in his room, but he was still unsure of her reaction. Would she like it? Would she be disgusted at it? It was up to fate to decide what to do…

Grasping his hand on the doorknob, he slowly opened it, allowing Tsuyu to enter first. “T-this is what my room looks like...” he stuttered.

His crush came inside to look and was a little surprised.

Most of the room was dark, minus a few lamps of candles shining inside. Every item inside was like a goth’s collection. The posters, the hanged coats, the chair, the strange-looking dear skull, and that sword. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew Tokoyami too well.

“Wow...”

Tokoyami moved away from her a bit, moving his head down. “I understand if it’s a bit too much, but...” He was too embarrassed to say anything.

But then, he heard her spoke. “I think it looks really cool.”

“E-eh…?”

Tsuyu walked a bit further inside, admiring how it looks. “I really like how much you put into this room, ribbit. How long did you had to renovate this?”

“It actually took me about an hour...” Okay, at least she loves the room. Tokoyami made a sigh of relief.

But that was immediately ruined when Dark Shadow appeared. “He even did the same to his own bathroom!” He encouraged Tsuyu to come inside while opening the bathroom door.

“Dark Shado—“

It was too late once she took a peek inside. It was a bit more lighter than the main room, due to the purple lamps on the walls. The walls were painted black and his tub had a few candles around it.

“It looks kinda relaxing. You must have done a good job in fixing your dorm, ribbit.” Tsuyu complimented. She didn’t really wanted to look at it, but her interests were peeked.

This caused Tokoyami to once again blush lightly. Thankfully, she wasn’t able to spot it due to the room being dark. “Thank you.” He then cleared his throat. “Well then, since you are here, you could make yourself comfortable while I set up the episode. Would it be alright for me to set up more lights in here?”

His crush shook her head. “No need, but I have to wonder how you can manage sleeping like this, ribbit. Wouldn’t Lil’ Shadow be ok in something like this.”

Tokoyami nodded as he sat on his chair for a bit. “It’s actually not that hazardous...” He moved it up to reach for his laptop as he began his business. “As long as there is enough lights inside, then there is nothing to worry at the moment.” He then forgot to ask her something. “Ah, where are my manners? Where would you like to sit? I believe I have some cushions stored inside my closet...”

Tsuyu looked at his bed for a minute. “I could sit on your bed if that’s alright.”

That nearly made him faint. “I-if it’s what you want, be my guest.”

With her permission granted, she gently got into the bed and admired how strangely comfortable it is, almost like her own bed. She couldn’t help but rub her hands on the feathery, black blankets. She soon noticed a familiar item from her left. A little night light that looked like a white skull plugged in. “Ribbit? Isn’t that the night light I gave you before?”

“Why yes.” Tokoyami soon got up with his laptop and went over to his bed. A-adorable...even laying on my own bed she is so innocent-like…

“Hey, are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna play the video?” Dark Shadow spoke up, growing impatient.

“I will, don’t mention that so loudly.” He whispered to the shadow demon as he heard him snicker. He really hoped that he won’t interfere…

He walked close to the bed as he faced Tsuyu. “Do you want me to hold the laptop?” “I could hold it actually.” She folded her legs together while sitting before receiving the laptop which showed the video. “Where are you going to be, ribbit?”

“I will probably be in the bed as well, beside you.” He said, feeling a bit tense when thinking about it.

Tsuyu moved for a bit rather cutely, so give him some space. “You can jump in.”

Feeling ready, Tokoyami gently got in the bed, deciding to lay down behind Tsuyu. He reached his head on the pillows and moved a bit so he could see the video. He was the exact position as he was from before, and he didn’t mind it. It was actually relaxing.

He watched silently once Tsuyu pressed play and watched the episode. He could tell that she would enjoy it. She was just too cute sitting like that. Too much for his black heart…

He soon heard her ask him. “So this is how the episode starts off?”

“Yes. They would give out a flashback as to how the vampire spread came to be.” He nodded. “One of the intriguing arcs so far.”

“That sounds pretty cool, ribbit.”

Tokoyami can’t help but smile a little while watching her. He felt something moving from his back as Dark Shadow popped out and rested on Toko’s shoulder to watch the video as well. He was still tensed that he would be saying something embarrassing in front of his host, but so far, he was calm as well.

In fact, he was grateful that this evening was calm, despite some minor issues.

He soon felt something once again as he sees Tsuyu moving down to him, giving him a rather cute giggle.

He responded with a small blush as he attempted to brush it off.

But for some reason, he felt a bit tired. He doesn’t wanna sleep yet. He has to watch the episode with Tsuyu to guide her…

One minute in, and his world became pitch black.

“Tokoyami-chan?”

Tokoyami soon woke up from his slumber after hearing Tsuyu’s voice. Rubbing his eyelids, he gained some vision and looked over his alarm clock.

1:41 A.M.

That’s how long he was out for? 20 minutes?

“Are you feeling alright? I just finished watching the episode, ribbit.” Tsuyu said as she got up to put the laptop away.

Toko hummed in response as he sat up on his bed. He still feels tired, but is at least gaining some energy to wake up for a moment. He watched her laid it on his desk before walking back to him.

She sat down beside him as she started a conversation. “I was actually going to wake you before, but I noticed that you needed a little rest, ribbit.”

“Ah, as I noticed.” Tokoyami said, turning away slightly. “I want to know, how was the episode?”

Tsuyu smiled. “It was actually pretty good. I actually managed to watch the first two, so I’ll binge on the rest maybe tomorrow.”

This caused the goth teen to smile back, though of course, it was small. “I am glad to hear that. It does get more interesting during the rest of the season. I would suggest if you could watch it with me...” He blushed. “I do not want you to feel scared while viewing.” He lightly stuttered.

“Eh, it’s okay, ribbit.” Tsuyu responded. “It wasn’t that scary actually...” She then looked at the clock “It’s actually getting pretty late, so I should head back. Unless...”

Tokoyami remained silent, wondering what she was about to say.

“Would it be fine if I sleep in here with you?”

His face became red once she asked him. He was too speechless to say anything.

Sleeping with Tsuyu? Together!? In his own room of all places!?

“I mean, I don’t mean it that way of course.” He heard her continue. “It’s just that since I don’t feel like going back all the way to my room, I guess it’s fine to sleep in here, ribbit. Are you okay with that?”

“I-I...” Tokoyami got out of his trance and tries his best to respond. “I-if it’s what you want, then fair enough. My only concern is that we might be caught by someone. But I’m sure that might not be the case...”

Tsuyu made a smile. “Ribbit, thank you Tokoyami.”

Her smile...too precious… He thought to himself, trying to rid of his blush.

“Do you have like a sleeping bag or something for me to sleep on?”

He then remembered the cushions as he winced. “Unfortunately, I do not have any at the moment so you might have to...t-to sleep on my bed...” Tokoyami was this close to losing himself. He cursed in his head for not getting any cushions in case of something like this happening.

Tsuyu on the other hand made a blush. She was a little nervous of sharing a bed with her friend. But then again, Tokoyami wasn’t something like a certain rat. He was respectful of her without any signs of perversion. While she would be slightly careful, she was completely certain that it would be fine for the both of them.

So, she spoke up. “i don’t mind sleeping with you.”

And now, he was slowly heating up. “G-good.” He coughed a little, shivering about what he’s going to do. “I-I’ll need to use the bath first. I won’t be long.”

“Okay, ribbit.”

The goth teen went straight into his bathroom to clear his head. He turned on the lights, wanting to wash his face and not loose his head, but a quick leak would be fine too.

After doing his business, he rubbed his face over his towel. “Lords above, what have I just done?” He moaned in distress.

Dark Shadow appeared from behind him, grinning. “You just invited a girl to sleep with you, that’s what!” He said in amusement.

This really didn’t made his host better. Goodness, he was lighting up so much lately. “You are clearly not making this better, Dark Shadow...” He rubbed his eyes in annoyance.

“Well, you know this could be the right time to tell her you know!”

“Ah!” He gasped before turning away. “I simply cannot. It’s just not the right to do so.”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with her for what!? A year I guess!? It’s the perfect time anyway!”

“Don’t speak too loud!” Toko hissed at him in a whisper.

Dark rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just put on your big boy pants and do what you gotta do. Oh, and if you monologue while trying to confess, I will tell her before you do~!” He said teasingly.

Toko scoffed. “As if you would.” He watched his quirk go back inside him, snickering. He then sighed as he exited the bathroom.

He hoped to god that things will go well.

As he exited, he returned to his room and spotted Tsuyu sitting in his bed while being covered a little with the sheets. She was just too adorable. He couldn’t take it, but he must be at least confident.

“There you are. I was getting kind of worried, ribbit.” She said to him.

Toko tugged his arm once he walked up to her. “My apologies. I had to freshen up before my slumber.”

She nodded. “That’s alright, I understand.” She moved over to make some room. “Are you ready to go in, ribbit? Or do you want to do it the other way?”

“T-the other way, if your must.” He couldn’t look at her a little.

Tsuyu then got up and allowed Tokoyami to enter his bed first. He slowly got in, covering his body with the feathery sheet. He relaxed a little, admiring his bed’s own softness, he felt the bed getting heavier once he watched his crush coming in next to him.

As she got on the bed, she soon took a look at the bird-headed boy as he did the same.

It has been at least thirty seconds filled with silence, and the two of them stared at each other awkwardly, slowly blushing over what to do next. They would at least prepare to sleep, but they thought of maybe at least having another conversation. Tokoyami felt his body getting flushed by the second, while Tsuyu moved her fingertips to her lips. This was starting to get embarrassing.

After staring , the two turned away, not sure when to look at the other.

Suddenly, Tsuyu finally broke the silence. “So, how are you feeling, ribbit?”

Tokoyami gulped slightly and answered. “I am doing well, actually...” Feeling like it, he moved his head to face her. “I do apologize again for not having any cushions with me. I do not meant for you to feel this way.”

The frog girl turned back to see him. “It’s okay, I actually don’t mind it like this.” She then smiled. “I rather be close to you, ribbit.” She giggled lightly.

Goodness… Tokoyami simply hummed in response. He was trying to come up with something else to say.

“You know, I’m actually really glad that you get to be one of my best friends, ribbit. You seem like a level-headed guy and yet, you’re actually really sweet. And I appreciate that.”

He watched her giggle as he was taken back by that compliment. Being told a sweet, caring person, not only from his family but from the girl he likes, feels so good to him. It just feels...good.

“Even after the finals when we paired up, you didn’t mind if I wanted to spend time with me or help me study. For a guy who claims to be a calm, serious guy, you’re actually a good person to be around with, ribbit.”

This.

This seriously killed his heart.

All of the compliments she’s giving him was too much, but then again, he adores it deep inside himself. He doesn’t want to say anything as he wants to think of something, but he feels the need to respond. He clenched the top of his shirt as he gasped, nearly startling the frog girl. He made a small chuckle.

“You do not need to say that about me...” He said, moving his eyes towards his hooded jackets. “I feel like it’s personally ruining my image.”

Tsuyu gave him a playful pat. “Well, I actually find you cute, ribbit~.”

Tokoyami blushed and tried to contain a chuckle. “You, as well...” He placed his hand over his beak. Did he just said that in front of her?

Now Tsuyu was the one who was taken back, making a small croak while slightly turning away.

“W-wait!” He sat up from the bed, clearing his throat. “I meant to clarify that I...”

“You don’t need to be afraid, ribbit.” She managed to laugh a little. “But I appreciate what you said.” She blushed while looking at him.

Tokoyami took a moment to look at the clock.

1:50 A.M.

Now it was getting more later than before.

Is it that time to tell her about his secret? It might not be the appropriate moment to do so, since it is already a few hours past their curfew. Not to mention, he and Tsuyu were getting a bit tired. But then again, Dark Shadow did mentioned that it’s a moment not to waste. He wasn’t even sure how to confess! Should he just say it the simple way with three words or his way in all of his poetic tone? It was a difficult decision, he could feel that it was already ten seconds passed. Knowing what to do, he made a soft sigh.

This was it…

“Tsuyu...” He began. “T-there is something I have to tell you.”

His crush’s eyes widened a little as she sat up as well. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

It was now or never…

Taking a deep breath, he continued. “...Ever since I have entered U.A., I had kept an aura of darkness deep inside my heart. And while I did encountered a few positive events, it was not enough to change that. That is, until I encountered a pillar of light which shines though my aura.” He clenched his chest when his heart was beating from being so nervous. “This light has led me into a path of goodwill and kindness, making me feel so much of it’s warm positivity. If this had never happened, I would have never went through that route...” He then faced her, his beak getting red. “And the one who helped me through was you, Tsuyu...”

“Tokoyami-chan...” Tsuyu’s cheeks became red over his speech.

“That is what caused me to develop these emotional thoughts of you. You showed me how to not shy away from others with such friendliness, I don’t even know how to properly thank you.” He continued. “I’ve been building up such ways to say this, wondering how to put this in the right time… That is why, I shall speak out the honest truth to you in my heart...I...I-I...” Tokoyami started to stammer, not knowing how to finish.

‘Oh come on! Just say it already!’ Dark Shadow shouted in his thoughts.

He panted a little before he finally spilled. “I love you!” He cried, not to loud to wake his fellow roommates.

Everything in the room became silent. Too silent.

The goth teen had to relax himself for a moment. He actually did well with his confession, but he doesn’t know how she reacted. He slowly turned to her, seeing her surprised by this revelation, nearly quivering her mouth. She didn’t know what else to say.

He waited for her to respond but then he realized. Maybe, it might have been too late for him…

“I-I see...” He lowered his head. “I understand that maybe you do not share the feelings I have. Whatever reason it may be, I will accept it...” He chuckled sadly. “I guess it was foolish of me to…” A slight pause came from him, he decided to stop from there.

“Wait, Tokoyami-chan!” Tsuyu called out, touching his shoulder. She watched him turn back in confusion. Once he did so, she moved her head closer to his and set a kiss on his cheeks. “I love you too.”

Tokoyami gasped by what just happened.

Tsuyu actually likes him.

And she kissed him...on the cheek!

He could hear Dark Shadow laughing excitedly from this. Tokoyami made a small chuckle of relief, rubbing his eyelids for a moment. “So it seems that you do share the same way...” He said softly.

Tsuyu giggled and held him closer to her. “Of course I do, ribbit.” She nuzzled on his head rather cutely. “I wouldn’t really turn you down like that, silly.”

“It is so amazing. How can you ever love someone like me? A person who’s shrouded in darkness?”

“I told you already. You’re just a sweet caring guy underneath.”

“Tell me though, when did you realize that you had developed feelings for me?” Tokoyami asked her, guessing that it might have been during the final exams where they had the most encounter.

Tsuyu moved a finger to her chin, trying to remember. “I think...I think it was actually the sports festival.” She smiled at that memory.

He was surprised to hear her answer. “How so?”

“I mean, I really loved the way of how you were so calm throughout the games. Being so smart and level-headed, I thought you were cool out there. But I was disappointed that you lost to Bakugou.” Tsuyu explained, almost frowning at her last sentence.

Tokoyami made a smile. “Well, I knew too well that I was going to lose to him, given the complete advantage against my quirk. But being third place isn’t that bad of a position.”

“Now how did you got a crush on me?”

“I actually developed my feelings when I first entered the school.”

“Really?”

He hummed in response before continuing. “While we did introduced ourselves for a little while, I was certainly impressed by your efforts during our training. I did felt worried about you and the others when the villains attacked, but heard that you defended yourself against them.” He closed his eyes, making a small smile. “I am sure that you will be considered a great hero in the future, I believe so. That is one of the many things for why I adore you.”

“Thank you, Toko-chan.” Tsuyu croaked happily, smiling while her cheeks were pink.

Tokoyami did the same as well. Her smile was something he also admired from her.

“Yep. And he also loves your butt too!” Dark Shadow appeared, ruining their peaceful moment.

And this is where Tokoyami’s sudden anger is released.

“Dark Shadow…!” He growled, attempted to put him back inside of him. Reaching for the flashlight was enough to send him back in. He quickly turned back to Tsuyu. “I am sorry for that outburst of his! What he just said was not true!” He stuttered, his face getting red by the second. How dare he tell her about his own secrets in front of him?

Tsuyu blushed before laughing again. “If that’s true, then I’ll accept it, ribbit.”

Tokoyami sighed in relief. He’ll deal with Dark Shadow later.

For now, he laid his back against the wall as Tsuyu scooted over to snuggle next to him. The two relaxed themselves as they leaned on each other comfortably while getting used to the silence in the room. A minute later Tsuyu spoke up.

“So, does this means that we’re a couple now, ribbit?” She asked her new boyfriend.

Tokoyami thought for a moment before answering. “If so, then of course. However, I wish not to tell any of our fellow classmates about this event.”

Tsu tilted her head. “How come?”

“Then I’m sure they would bombard us with questions we might not be able to answer, especially from Ashido and Hagakure.” He nearly shivered at that thought.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, they are our friends of course so they would give us privacy.”

Checking the clock again, Toko stretched his arms for a bit, allowing Tsu to stare at a bit of his biceps. “As much as I would love to continue, time has unfortunately made us endure our conversation. Perhaps tomorrow would be fine enough...”

“Toko-chan...” His girlfriend stopped him from laying down.

This caused him to sit back up and look at her. “Yes, my dear?”

She flustered for a bit. “C-can I kiss you?”

Tokoyami’s eyes wide as he started to blush. “I do not mind at all, but I must let you know. My beak is nothing ordinary from a normal bird’s. It is actually rather soft to k...k-kiss it.”

“Are you feeling nervous, ribbit?”

“That is false. I am just making sure that I would perfect my first kiss...”

His new girlfriend made a giggle as she held both of his shoulders, pulling him a little close to her own face. “It’s kinda easy, ribbit. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

He was still nervous, but he at least built up some courage to make this moment count. He hold onto the waist of her own stomach and looked straight into her eyes. He moved one of his hands to touch her cheek to get a good close up of her. Her face was so soft and angelic, he could even spot her lips being somewhat of a light pink color. It was simply cute.

Positioning himself, he closed his eyes and pressed his beak to her lips, hoping that it won’t stick them. Thankfully, Tsuyu didn’t felt something pointing out as all she could feel was his soft warm lips.

The two of them locked lips for a bit, slightly moaning over the sensation. Tokoyami had never thought of what a kiss would feel like, and now that he’s having his first one, it was definitely worth it.

They finally stopped, catching their breaths for a bit while smiling at each other.

“So how was it?” Tsuyu asked teasingly.

“It was wonderful, my dear.” Tokoyami finally felt a lot better after experiencing that.

Tsuyu chuckled and placed another kiss on his cheek. “Maybe in the morning, I could make you some breakfast, ribbit. Before everyone else comes in.”

“I rather you and I could make some together. It would be such a delightful blend to our own meals.”

She nodded. “I don’t mind that at all. Also, is it alright to call you by first name?”

“Fumikage is alright.”

“What about Fumi-chan~?”

This caused him to blush. “M-maybe when we are alone.”

He heard her make a small laugh as he smiled back. He then laid down on his back, resting his head on his pillow while pulling up the blanket. He shyly motioned his new lover to rest with him as she agreed in silence. She gently got on top of him as she moved her head on his upper chest. She can’t help but giggle when she felt it, making her boyfriend blush.

“So you did manage to work out.” Tsuyu decided to tease him for a bit. “Can I get to see it, ribbit?”

Tokoyami moved his head away, trying to stop blushing. “I will think about it...” He doesn’t want to start making out too early. Perhaps at the right time, he will.

Tsuyu laughed lightly before kissing his beak. “I love you, Fumi~.”

Tokoyami smiled once more and shared another kiss. “I love you too, my dearest...” He whispered.

The two then cuddled together as they finally went to sleep.

Tokoyami wasn’t sure how this sudden change will continue, but for now, he was clearly happy to finally connect with the one he loves.

And to this day, there was no dark aura in his heart…

During the night, while the newly-formed couple were still sleeping, Dark Shadow appeared from Tokoyami’s back, staring at the two.

“Well, it’s about time.” He whispered, actually happy for Tokoyami.

He decided to rest too before an idea popped in his head. He grinned sneakily at what he was planning as he grabbed one of his host’s hands resting on Tsuyu’s hair. He carefully moved it down all the way to where her backside was and let it touch there.

Once his mission was done, he snickered quietly before returning to his host.

Tokoyami will definitely thank him later.

#my hero academia #tokoyami #tokoyami fumikage #tsuyu #tsuyu asui #dark shadow #tokotsuyu #my fanfic #otp #shadow boys #for a bit #dark shadow is best wingman #but is a big tease

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

Shit.

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts smut #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook smut

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Written in the Stars - SasuHina - Winter Week 2021

Hi, dudes! Happy Christmas Eve-Eve (Dec 23rd)! Here's the 4th installment for @shweekly Winter Week 2021.

Part 4 is a continuation of Part 3 and a little lengthier than the last. Enjoy!

Written in the Stars | SasuHina | Summary: Modern AU - Sasuke never got the chance to tell Hinata his feelings towards her before he left to study abroad. Now he’s back. AKA: Sasuke is too busy being butthurt from being abroad and everyone acts as his wingman to help finish what he started before he left… if he can stop being butthurt.

Part 1: Winter Constellations

Part 2: The Beauty of Snow

Part 3: December Dawns At Your Side

Part 4: Koi no Yukan: the feeling upon meeting someone that falling in love with them is inevitable

The first time he laid his eyes on her, he swore he could have heard the twang of Cupid’s bow and felt the arrow strike right in his heart.

Sasuke remembered the first time he met her, back in kindergarten. Her short hair and pale eyes enraptured him, and her shy nature made him want to follow her wherever she went. He was hooked on the shy girl with the pale eyes and short hair that smelled like incense.

Unfortunately, that meant following her following Naruto who followed Sakura who is friends with Ino who is best friends with Shikamaru who is neighbors with Kiba who is best friends with Shino.

But it didn’t matter to Sasuke. Hinata was a safe place for him outside of his dysfunctional family. He hung around her at every opportunity - in class, between classes, during lunch, after school. ‘Hinata’s Shadow’, they teasingly called him.

And so, their ragtag group of 8 stuck together because Hinata’s friends became his friends by default, and he couldn’t get rid of them no matter how hard he tried. Growing up together, Sasuke’s feelings for her grew deeper. But he pushed those feelings down as he had seen firsthand how her crush on Naruto deepened.

Sasuke’s feelings for Hinata were apparent between everyone in the group, except her. In a strange turn of events, everyone in the group became Sasuke’s wingman.

Shino and Kiba often invited them to places to hang out and planned to leave after a couple minutes - only to end up having more fun with the two of them around because they only chose arcade places to hang out.

Shikamaru often strategized with Ino to get Sasuke and Hinata alone together - only to end up with Ino having more fun with Hinata and Sasuke resulting in the two never having alone time.

Naruto and Sakura came close to having Hinata realize Sasuke’s feelings for her when they helped Sasuke surprise her with a homemade meal - only for her to realize Sasuke had nicked himself with a knife and promptly began first aid, forgetting about the homemade meal of her favorite foods.

Sasuke, determined to let her know about his feelings, had planned - by himself - that he’d confess to her before their final school year ended.

But everything changed when his father secured a new business deal that took him away from his sunlight and abroad into the darkness.

He rarely kept in touch after he left.

He glanced at her from his seat on the floor. She was bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all of them. From the looks of it, she was preparing a large pot of miso to warm them up. The day was supposed to be particularly cold, if he was remembering the forecast correctly.

Sasuke watched as she flitted about moving between whisking the eggs in one bowl and whisking miso paste in the pot on the stove. He shifted his eyes to the large group on the floor, still fast asleep. Suppressing a frown, Sasuke got up from his seat and silently moved into the kitchen.

Hinata barely noticed him, too focused on her task of whisking the miso paste until it was smoothly mixed into the broth.

“Let me help you,” Sasuke’s voice was low enough for both of them to hear.

Hinata looked up, shocked, as if she forgot Sasuke woke up around the same time as her. She blinked, erasing the surprise from her face and smiled.

Sasuke’s heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered. She handed him partially whisked eggs. “Please, can you finish making the scrambled eggs?”

He nodded once and took the bowl from her hand. Quietly, they moved about the tiny kitchen cooking breakfast for their friends. Hinata dumped the last of the vegetables to simmer in the broth. Looking over Sasuke’s shoulder, she gave him a thumbs up on his progress.

“Looks great, Sasuke-kun,” she softly smiled. “Oh!” Hinata padded over the small refrigerator. She took out a small bag filled with tomatoes and offered it to him. Sasuke raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“I know it’s not tomato season b-but I tried to pick ones that would taste the best. Help yourself and cut as many as you like.”

“Hn.” His fingers lightly brushed against hers as he took the small bag from her. “Thank you.”

Hinata nodded - and, maybe he was looking too hard, but it looked like there was a tinge of blush on her cheeks - and moved to setting the table.

For a moment, as he was sliding off the last of the scrambled eggs onto a large plate, he felt at home. Grabbing a couple tomatoes from the bag, he turned to the sink to rinse them.

The scent of breakfast permeating the room brought back memories of happier times. He could hear his mother softly humming, the soft padded footsteps of his older brother helping their mother in the kitchen, the rustle of the newspaper his father always read. Sasuke thought of the melody his mother used to sing while she cooked.

A soft gasp broke his reverie and he turned around, seeing Hinata’s eyes frozen on him.

Sasuke’s heartbeat quickened in panic. Had he actually sung the song out loud? A blush creeped on his face. He wanted to hide, right now.

“I-I forgot to make the rice!” she said with a breathy voice and rushed towards him, collecting the cooking bowl. Hinata scooped out rice from the rice container, not paying attention to the amount.

In a couple steps, Hinata stood next to him at the sink. Sasuke stiffened.

“E-excuse me, Sasuke-kun,” she turned the faucet towards her and began washing the rice. Sasuke nodded and leaned against the counter, watching her.

The soft scent of incense wafted to his nose as it was often stuck on her clothes. Her family owned the famous onsen-ji they were staying in and as the heir of the family business, Hinata had the privilege of leading the morning prayer at the temple and burning the first incense of the day to bring their establishment good luck.

Looking down at her features, Sasuke noticed how her lips still held a small smile as if she was ready to greet someone. Her hands gracefully swirled the water as she repeatedly rinsed and drained the rice until the water ran clear.

Hinata carefully measured the water and satisfied with the amount, she placed it in the rice cooker. A soft melody played as she set it to cook.

Sasuke’s eyes followed her as she reached for a hand towel to dry off her hands. Her hands were smooth and looked soft. ‘Hands are still so soft, as always,’ he thought to himself.

“U-um, rice water,” Hinata stuttered, cheeks ablaze. “R-rice water helps with skin softening.” Her voice grew quiet at the end as she avoided his gaze. Sasuke's eyes widened slightly at the realization of what brought about her response.

“Hnn.” He inwardly cursed himself for not being able to keep his thoughts to himself. How could he still be so awkward after being friends with her for so long? His eyes searched around him, ready to turn away and put this little incident tucked away in his mind, never to be thought of again.

Hinata turned her attention back to the table and finished setting up for breakfast. The rest of their time was spent in silence, the only noises being from the soft snoring of their friends, the slick sound of the kitchen knife Sasuke found to cut his tomatoes, and the soft bubbling of the miso soup.

Too focused on his task, Sasuke didn’t hear when Hinata came around him to check on the miso on the stove. He nicked himself when he heard a soft sigh behind him.

“Shit,” he hissed and immediately he put his finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding. With his free hand, he gathered the already cut up tomatoes and placed them in a small bowl.

Hinata turned around holding the pot of miso soup with potholders.

“Sasuke-kun, are you almost done – oh, no!” Hinata quickly set the pot on the counter.

“It’s just a small cut,” he whispered, taking his finger from his mouth.

Hinata made a tutting noise as she sprayed some antiseptic on a small gauze pad.

“This reminds me of the time in high school when you prepared a meal for me,” she whispered. Her bangs gently hung, shielding her eyes from him.

He couldn’t find the words to answer her. Did she know the real reason why he cooked for her?

“A lot of things have changed but it seems you’re still finding ways to get hurt, Sasuke-kun,” a smile was hidden in her words.

Sasuke stared down at her, letting her words register in his mind. Had he wallowed for too long in his own selfish, self-pity that he believed he’d be an outsider to his group of friends?

Hinata messaged him and even sent a care package that Sasuke made full use of. He even saved every one of her texts.

Naruto sent him postcards from his trips around Japan, which Sasuke pinned to his bedroom wall.

Shikamaru often invited him to play mobile games, which Sasuke often indulged in.

Ino mailed him murder-mystery books for him to read - often in Japanese, a relief for him - after she read them first because she knew he’d like them.

Sakura sent him a variety of exercise gear, often coupled with various tools to alleviate pain and soreness.

Kiba sent him multiple self-defense training videos, and even shared his subscription with him - which Sasuke greatly appreciated as it helped out with certain people Sasuke took care of.

Shino, ever observant, sent Sasuke multiple recipes based on Hinata’s cooking. Recipes that Sasuke tried and failed to recreate the taste - but the boys were too stubborn to ask Hinata her secrets.

‘Have I really been an idiot?’

Hinata wrapped the bandage around his finger and smiled up at him.

With his head bowed and with a shaky voice he answered, “Thank you, for taking care of me.”

#sasuke uchiha/hinata hyuuga #sasuke x hinata #sasuhina #shweekly #shweekly winter week 2021 #winter week 2021 #creator: crystaltrinket #series: written in the stars

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