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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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please save me | shimura tenko

synopsis ↬ you save shimura tenko

warnings ↬ mentions of child abuse/neglect, all for one does not exist in this universe, reader makes references to "maternal/motherly" behavior although it’s gender neutral, mention of death

pairings ↬ young!tenko x parental figure!gn!reader (platonic!parent-son/teacher-student)

word count ↬ 4.9k i'm so sorry

a/n; this came to me after watching his origin story and seeing all those people ignore a helpless child...

A cold gust of wind caused a shiver to run through your spine as you briskly walked towards your destination. Taking care of the students at your elementary school drained your energy for the day; you barely had enough strength to walk. You thought about going home — everything you needed for your quirk was located there — but a loud grumble from your stomach ushered you to find food. As your shoes clicked against the sidewalk pavement, you watched as some students ran toward their parents, grandparents, or guardians.

A warm smile spread across your lips while you watched, reminding you why you loved your job. Overwhelming maternal instincts urged you to care for children, but the work of finding a suitable partner never seemed to end well. You had many offers and confessions, most of which you turned down. The ones you called your 'lover' showed their true sides eventually, and those relationships soon ended. You had a longing desire for a companion, someone that would stay by your side since it was rather lonely. Your work as a teacher seemed to fill that void for a while until you noticed your yearning started to grow.

While walking down the path to the nearest coffee shop, you notice a small figure. The person was a long distance away, and it would take a couple minutes for you to reach them. They seemed so small compared to the adults walking near them. Hunching their back as they stared at the ground, something wasn't right. You wondered if it had been one of your students and quickened your pace toward the mysterious person upon realizing it was a child. Pedestrians stared down at the boy, observing in horror before choosing to ignore him.

An older woman approached the child, whispering something to him before turning around and scurrying away. It was a confusing and strange sight. You couldn't fathom why civilians were ignoring him. Some completely turned around and moved in the opposite direction as the boy watched, stunned and unable to move. Others glanced at him, only to distance themselves and quickly move away as if he carried the plague. A few closed their eyes and pretended that the boy didn't exist.

As a few people walk and clear the street, you see an empty circle surrounding the child. Soon, you two are the only ones on the sidewalk. You can overhear a few loud chatters amongst a group of girls watching the boy and keeping their distance. It doesn't bother you one bit. You've grown accustomed to the whispers of others. The boy looks down the street with his back turned to you as he watches others turn away from him while intensely scratching his neck. Before you know it, you're standing directly behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice — as if he's lost in a trance.

By now, you're the only adult left on the street. You could sense something was wrong as you examined the boy's demeanor. He looked like he could be a student from your school, around five years old. His hair was a faded grayish-blue color. His clothing seemed tattered and dirty as if he had been wandering for a long time before you found him. The pitiful scene reminded you of your childhood traumas; memories of your parents and the orphanages returned after being suppressed for years. The excruciating feeling of abandonment caused you to feel a sense of pain as you watched the boy.

"Excuse me? Little boy..?" You call him in a soft tone. It was the same voice you used to console your students. Welcoming and warm, you tried not to scare the boy.

His head slowly turns around to the voice behind him. Although his expression was blank, you noticed his face contorted oddly at your tone. You reminded him of his mother, who turned to stone before disintegrating into dust before his eyes. He's unsure whether he should smile and seem friendly since it only made the older woman run away.

Still scratching at his neck, you can see dry pink wounds. No blood pours from his skin, although his flesh is nearly visible. The soles of his feet were calloused and covered in soot. He'd been walking alone for what seemed to be days or possibly weeks. His hands were bloody, but you presumed it wasn't his own blood. As he stared up at you, his scratching seemed to slow down.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You inquired to the boy as he stared speechlessly. His expression was still blank. Blinking a few times, he was still too stunned to speak. In your experience, personally and as a teacher, you would've guessed the boy went through something traumatic.

"I... I..." The boy tried to speak, but he didn't know what to say. You watched as his mouth moved to form words. He wanted to say something, anything. The boy was too scared that another person would abandon him again.

His voice was low. You could barely hear his words with the noise of cars passing by. It was dry and hoarse like he hadn't used it in a long time. Maybe he's thirsty, you thought before digging through your purse and taking out a half-empty water bottle. He certainly looked like he needed more than only water. After screwing off the cap, you give it to the boy, whose eyes widen brightly at the gesture. The first sign of help he receives in a long time.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit warm and I drank some on the way here." Shyly smiling down at him, you watched as he carefully held the bottle with only four bloody fingers. The boy grasps the bottle and glances between you and the water in his hands. His expression seems a cross between perplexed and grateful. "Aren't you thirsty? It's okay, you can drink it."

He eagerly sips the water, drinking it until all the contents are gone — down to the last drop. The boy stares at you and the empty bottle as if he expects more of your gifts. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything else for him.

"My name is (Y/N), can you tell me your name?" You say while kneeling down at the boy until you're at eye level with him.

"S- Shim- Shimura... Ten- Tenko." Tenko's voice trembles as he speaks. Another chilly breeze causes the boy to quiver as you watch him. It's getting colder, and the sun is setting faster. You need to hurry.

"Tenko! What a wonderful name..!" Smiling affectionately at the boy, you try to get him to trust you before helping him — which proved easier than you thought. "Tenko, do you know where your parents are? Mama? Papa?"

He knows. The place where he killed them. A pile of stone and ash under the rubble of their home. Tenko's eyes start to water, and soon, tears pour from his dry eyes as his face distorts in a pained expression. He's tired of crying. Memories from that night started to flood his mind. He didn't mean to do it...

"I... ki- killed... them..." He stays silent. Only the sound of his crying comes out of his chest. Tenko expects you to run away, abandon him like everyone else has been doing. As you remain speechless, he feels a burst of guilt through his body. He waits for you to leave him. Your stillness doesn't even give him anxiety.

At first, you thought he was lying, but Tenko wished it was all just a bad dream. Maybe they abandoned him, or he was lost. A small child that seemed too weak to protect himself, could kill his own parents? He stares down at his bloody hands. You were right. It's not his blood. In a world full of people with powerful quirks, children would inevitably hurt themselves or their loved ones. As time passes, his cries become louder and hysterical. His mouth opens as if he wants to scream, but only weak noises and unintelligible words come out of his mouth.

"Tenko..." You whisper to the child to try and soothe him before reaching out to hold his hand. The dried blood sticks to your skin for a brief moment, but you don't mind — after all, it's not the first time. His hysterical crying stops shortly as the flashbacks of his parents' death stop. Tenko's hands recoil from yours, dropping the empty bottle to the concrete as he stares at you in horror.

The tips of your fingers begin to crumble, turning into a lifeless gray color before becoming dust and sprinkling the ground. Suddenly, all his itching comes back. Worsening to nearly every inch of skin on his body. He did it again. All he can do is destroy. The only person that offered to help him would turn to dust, just like his family. He was useless, only harming people close to him. Unworthy and undeserving of love. You weren’t fazed compared to the boy whose traumas were reawakened.

Tenko collapses backward before landing on his bum, scratching his neck as he watches intently. He thinks you'll start screaming, running away, or lifting your hand to strike him, but you don't. You aren't moving, only watching and completely unbothered. Perhaps you are already dead and lifeless. Everything he touches dies. Why did it hurt to see you crumble?

Then, as if it's magic, the decaying stops. Skin and bones that were once gray and hard returned to their original color. The flesh in your hand grows back to normal like nothing happened.

"Is this your quirk, Tenko?" His scratching stops. He stares dumbfoundedly at your hand in disbelief. Although he is still a bit shaken, he answers.

"Y- Yes..." Tenko isn't quite sure what a quirk is, but, after being alone for a few days, he learns about his destructiveness.

You give Tenko a warm smile and offer the boy a helping hand. He's too scared to hold it, afraid he'll kill the only person that has treated him nicely. Upon noticing his demeanor, you decide to reassure him.

"I should've asked about it before scaring you, honey. I'm sorry, don't worry. My quirk is immunity. After I come in contact with a quirk, I am immune to it." Your quirk wasn't the most intriguing, but it came in handy when dealing with children whose quirks were still hard to control. Tenko seemed confused as you spoke, so you changed your wording until he understood. "If you touch me again, I'll be fine." You explained while beaming down at the boy.

Your immunity quirk always seemed difficult to explain to people. It was complex. It only worked with quirk-types that were close-range and didn't cause much damage. To use it, you need the life source from a living being such as plants, animals, and humans. Taking a being's energy usually resulted in their death. You learned this the hard way. It would become lifeless; the last time you used it on a human, they looked almost mummified — dried up like a raisin in the sun. Eventually, they would turn to dust as all the life drained from their bodies. Perhaps you weren't scared of Tenko's quirk because yours was more or less the same.

After taking energy, you could use it for your immunity and even healing. You can regrow limbs and other wounds, just like now with Tenko. When your energy was full, you could even use it on others to heal them, something you did with your students almost every day. However, you could never use it on humans or animals, not anymore. In the past, you would only use it to defend yourself but the overwhelming feeling of guilt eroded your morality as you watched your victims turn to dust.

The boy's trembling hands hold yours, half expecting you to turn into stone like his family and half elated that you were still intact.

"See? I'm okay... You won't hurt me. Don't be scared..." You hold his other hand and lift him up, he stumbles a bit before finding his balance.

Tenko's legs weakly support him from falling, he seems extremely malnourished and weak. His diet consisted of random trash and unfinished food from the garbage of local restaurants. Some days, he would sleep in alleys hungry as his stomach would painfully rumble. His limbs are so frail; without his quirk, he would be utterly defenseless. Another cold gust of wind causes him to shiver, and you realize that the sun had been setting fast. It was almost dark out, there was no way that you would leave him alone.

It would have been wiser to send him to a police station or a hero on patrol. But, if he had been walking alone for days, could you trust them to care for him? You saw them, the passersby who ignored the little boy. He must've encountered a police officer or a hero at some point, but of course, there were more things important than a missing child. What would the police do? Send him to an orphanage when he clearly seemed traumatized and had a strong quirk that could easily harm others. You experienced this first-hand.

You weren't sure why he seemed so traumatized. He didn't look like a murderer — but his bloody fingers say otherwise. He needed help and guidance. You've seen children like him before. Broken and lost souls who have endured unbearable pain and lash out at others because they're scared. Nobody is there to defend them. Nobody wants to protect them.

"W- Will you punish m- me..?" His question breaks you from your long thought. Tenko's still holding your hands and staring up at you with big doe eyes, pleading for you not to abandon him.

"And why would I do that?"

"B- Because I did a bad thing and I hur- hurt my family..." Sniffling, his head hangs low in shame and guilt. Some of his tears hit the dry concrete pavement. Your hands released his. For a second, he thinks he has scared you away. Until he notices your hand reaching for his head. As you watch him flinch, you think he's been beaten before. It was until he felt the pads of your fingers caress the pale blue locks that he finally relaxed.

"I won't punish you, Tenko," He eases into your touch as you move the hair out of his face in a motherly manner. "You must've been through a lot..." His sniffling stops as you finish your sentence. You examine his scars and terribly cracked skin. You're too weak to heal him in your current state. "Do you want to come home with me? We can have dinner and stay warm. It's getting colder now..."

Tenko shyly nodded up at you. He was extremely eager to finally receive help. A home? It's been a long time since he's seen a warm bed and eaten home-cooked meals. His stomach roared a bit, a sign that he was getting hungry. You chuckled softly before responding.

"Alright, let's go... My car should be close by here." You held his tiny hand in your palm as you escorted him to your car. He stuck close to your body like glue.

After walking for some time, you would occasionally glance down at the child who aimlessly followed you. Noticing his bare feet on the pavement of the ground, you were a bit worried that he might scratch his feet while walking on the gravel. You offered to hold him in your arms until you reached the car; you swore, for a brief moment, his eyes lit up excitedly. When you hoisted the boy into your arms bridal style, he snuggled closer to your body, desperately wanting to feel the embrace of another being.

When you reached the car, you quickly unlocked the passenger door and strapped him inside a child car seat — you figured that you needed to buy it after becoming a teacher for emergencies such as this. The drive home was quiet; you tried talking to the boy and becoming familiar with him, but it seemed he trusted you already. A few minutes passed before you noticed him sleeping. His soft snores echoed through the car quietly.

After parking near your apartment complex, you exited the car and tried waking him. After a few attempts, he finally woke up to see your figure looming over his before smiling down at him. Tenko still seemed a bit tired. It had been a long time since he finally had a comfortable place to stay. You decided to carry the child into your building, craddling him in your arms. A few of the other tenants gave you some strange glances as they saw you with the helpless child, but none of them dared to question you. It's not like you minded their behavior too much. The life in your arms was your only priority.

As you led him inside your apartment, you placed him on his feet; you didn't care about the dirt he tracked on your floors. You watched as he marveled at the various house plants that decorated your home, so green and luscious. Snake plants, pothoses, and peace lilies were only some of the greenery that filled your apartment. For as long as you remember, you've had a fondness for plants after deciding to only use your quirk for good. Placing your fingertips on some of your plants, you absorbed all of their life energy since you would need it for your quirk later. Tenko failed to see some of the plants you touched wilt as he was mesmerized by the rich and lively nature in your home.

"Tenko, let's go wash up first, okay? Then we can eat and relax." You say after gaining enough energy to heal some of his wounds and scars.

You grasp his hand and take him to your bathroom. After putting a stool under the sink, you help hoist his body to the counter. Tenko stares at himself in the mirror, not recognizing himself anymore. Cracked skin and deep scars cover his face. His pale blue hair nearly frightens him. At this moment, he realizes he's become a ghost of who he used to be.

"Everything okay, honey?" You ask while holding his shoulder and rubbing smooth circles into his back.

"My skin..." His shaky voice barely allows him to say an audible sentence. He hasn't scratched his sore body in a while, but seeing it in a mirror makes his skin itch again.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry... how about we wash our hands first?" He brings his hands to the sink while you turn on the faucet and pump drops of soap into his palms.

Your hands intertwine as you help him wash the blood until his skin is clean. The red liquid flows down the drain, and memories of his parents' death slowly vanish as well. Somehow, the feeling of sticky blood touching your skin doesn't faze you. Your hands have been soiled by the blood of your victims; it doesn't matter how often you wash them, it still lingers.

When you're done, you turn him around to face you. Your fingertips only graze his skin lightly, but soon, the dry spots on his face begin to heal. Although some of his scarrings are still visible, they begin to fade and blend in with his skin. Some of his skin retains the same texture, and his eyelids and eyebags are still cracked, although most of his face is healed. A few specks of black hair peak through his sky blue hair. Once satisfied, you turn the boy around to face the mirror.

"Do you feel any better?" Tenko's eyes widened in shock. His skin, now soft and supple, was healed. Some dryness remained in some areas and a few scars were still visible, but he didn't complain. You didn't notice the black pigment in his hair too much, he did. Giving you a joyous toothy smile, he was the complete opposite of his quiet demeanor.

"It doesn't itch anymore, y- you fixed it... Thank you..." Turning around, he gave you a big hug and nearly engulfed your body with his slender arms.

"You're welcome, Tenko." You chuckled before hugging him back warmly. When you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter.

"Come on, I'll wash you up and heal the rest of your wounds." Tenko nods as you disappear briefly to a nearby closet. You retrieve an old pajama set you intended to gift one of your students, but you figured Tenko needed it more.

He smiled brightly upon seeing you hold his pajamas, wanting to change out of his old clothes. Tenko enjoyed the warm water against his skin during his bath. His muscles eased into your hold. You needed to change the water a few times as you cleaned him since it quickly turned a murky, brown color.

He tried holding some of the toys you placed in the bath for him, but, when he wasn't careful, the toy would turn to stone before falling into the water. Every time it happened, he would become saddened; his puppy eyes always made you tear up. You would quickly distract him by giving him a few tickles on his sides until the bathroom walls filled with his laughter. After his bath, you healed his scars and itchy skin with your quirk and some moisturizer created by your friend, Mitsuki, with her Glycerin quirk.

Dinner was quite stressful when deciding what to feed the boy. You wanted to make him a big hearty meal since he desperately needed nutrition. But as you watch the hungry boy follow you closely, you decide to make a simple chicken soup. Adding carrots, onions, pasta, potatoes, and chicken to your flavorful stock, the aroma filled your apartment. After you filled his bowl with dinner, he eagerly ate and drank all of its contents; you gladly gave him more servings and observed as he indulged before eating.

After eating, you excuse yourself to clean up and let the boy explore your apartment more. However, Tenko seemed adamant about staying close to you, clinging to your legs and hips as he watched you wash the plates and stack them to dry.

"Do you... need help?" He offered while watching you meticulously clean up the mess from dinner. Of course, you declined.

"No, I'm fine, Tenko. Besides, you need to rest soon." You didn't want to tire him out, although his meal gave him more energy. You also couldn't risk him disintegrating some of your expensive porcelain plates.

As you fiddled with the plates on your counter, you felt him release his hold on your leg and move elsewhere in your kitchen. He stopped at a bouquet of red roses and eyed up the flowers. They were a gift from someone who tried to court you recently. The relationship eventually fizzled out. You completely forgot about the flowers that were surprisingly still in good shape. A brief vision of Tenko playing in a backyard crosses your mind; he's carefree, running around and smiling without worrying about his quirk.

Tenko tries to carefully pull a rose from your bouquet. He releases a wince as thorns prick his dainty fingers. Trying to feel the petals of the rose, all five of his fingers accidentally touched the rose at once. Soon, the flower begins to wilt and decay, turning into gray dust in his palms until a few petals and parts of its stem remain. His whimpers break you from your daydreams as you rush over to him and leave the rest of the plates to dry.

"Tenko... What happened?" You whisper to him after seeing the dead flower in his hands. Kneeling down and wrapping your arm around his waist, he finally responds.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to look... I didn't mean to break it..." While he speaks, more tears swell up in his glossy eyes.

"Tenko..." You whisper while holding another rose from the bouquet. "I realized something. You and I are the same." As you touch the flower, it begins to wilt as well. You take all of its meager life energy while Tenko watches you repeat the same action he does.

"T- The same?"

"Yes, our quirks..." His gaze shifts from the dead plant in your hand to your face. "I grow flowers because I don't want to use my quirk to hurt people anymore. I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault... I'm not mad."

Your words only cause a fraction of his pains to disappear. You notice that he still feels horrible about ruining your roses. Standing up, you reach for an old box in the corner of your kitchen. He watches you open the lid and pull out a pair of gloves and a wooden beaded necklace. You kneel down to his height before handing him the items.

"When I was your age, I used to have problems with my quirk too. These helped me." The gloves block contact with living things you didn't want to take energy from. While the necklace canceled out your quirk from appearing whenever you did not want to use it.

Tenko slips the gloves around his hands while you put the necklace around his neck. They both fit perfectly. You wonder if this encounter was fate or luck.

"They can stop you from using your quirk until you learn to control it." He tries to touch a random cup in the room and is amazed to see that the object is still intact. You decide to take the gloves from him and keep him wearing the necklace. "Look at the time... I think it's time for you to head to sleep now."

Placing the gloves on the counter, you take him to your bedroom. His eyes examined the whole apartment as you walked with him. Full of curiosity, he glanced over every detail. Once you stopped in front of your door, Tenko stopped.

"This is my room. You can come in here whenever you'd like." You say before pointing to a room adjacent to yours. You unlocked the door and tried showing him inside. "This is your room. My friends usually sleep here, but you can have it if you'd like." The boy started shaking his head and clinging to your hips again before speaking.

"N- No... Can I sleep in your bed... with you..?" He sheepishly asked while peering up at you; Tenko's eyes pleaded; he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You give in and carry him to your bedroom. Perhaps he should stay with you, just in case something happens while you're away. As you sit on the end of your bed, he climbs into your lap and refuses to move. Tenko's mouth moves as he tries to find the words to complete a sentence. You brush some of his hair away from his face while staring into his crimson eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you need something, sweetie..?"

"Why d- did you rescue me?" For a moment, his eyes become glossy again. Regardless of the happiness he's shown you today, his emotional state was as fragile as glass.

"You know... there was a time when I was scared and alone." His ears perked up as he listened. Your childhood pains flooded into your mind again. "I used my quirk for bad things. I even hurt people I cared about. I was confused and didn't have anyone to guide me..."

His head rests on your chest, just above your beating heart — a reminder that you were a living human who didn't succumb to his quirk. After pausing for a second, you continue once seeing the boy become intrigued by your story.

"You were alone for a long time, right? You thought nobody would save you and wondered why the world forgot about you? I know that feeling too..." His eyes brimmed with tears before they cascaded down his cheeks and dampened his shirt. "I'm sorry the heroes were too busy, and others ignored you..."

A few drops of his tears spilled onto your shirt, but you didn't mind too much. Deciding to let him release his emotions instead of keeping them inside, you allowed him to cry out all of his pain. While kneading his shoulder, you thought about what would happen next. Thankfully tomorrow was the weekend, but you had to call in soon and take some vacation days.

Tenko needed clothes and other things for him to use, but you two could share for the time being. Although you were a bit wary, you would have to take him to a nearby police station soon. He seemed really attached to you; sending him to an orphanage would be extremely dangerous. You were the only one who could handle his quirk.

"I can take care of you if you'd like." For a long time, you've always had a soft spot for children who endured a similar upbringing. There were always a few in the classes you taught. You couldn't help but give them extra attention. "Will you let me raise you? I can help you control your quirk and learn to master it..."

Tenko eagerly nods as he wraps his arms around your neck. You hear him mumble a few words as you gently caress his back. The boy melts into your touch; again, he doesn't want to release you from his hold.

As a few seconds pass, you feel him tug at your shirt and whisper your name.

"...thank you for saving me."

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chiannty · 2 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒...

known to be a quiet guy in highschool. Scouted all the way from Aichi, he was basically a stranger to the new environment in Hyogo. Not just the difference in dialect, but also difference in the food, the traditions, the atmosphere and how people acted. Granted, Hyogo is as a rather rural area, and so people here are bound to act different from where he came from.

Different place, meaning different living place. Inarizaki has a dormitory building for students who live far from school. It's a decent place, not too cramped, not too big or fancy. Comfortable place for a student to study, and the walls are actually sound proof, he assumed that it's so that students can focus on studying more. Although there's an announcement speaker in the room, which the volume is often set high enough for him to be startled everytime there was an announcement. He's not one to be easily caught off-guard.

Suna would always said the change is no big deal whenever his parents called. He looked unbothered for most people. Even the teacher that scouted him and introduced him to the school were surprised seeing how collected Suna seems with the whole thing. Of course, those are the thing he wanted them to think.

In reality Suna feels lonely.

He feels like a stranger in a place where he's supposed to be apart of. Everything feels so unfamiliar that it sometimes made him feel distant. He understands that his classmates rarely ingaged in a conversation with him is not because they're ex-communicating him. As far as Suna can tell, they mostly seems to be intimidated by his presence (despite him not doing anything). And he's fine with that. Not to mention that many students in Inarizaki seems to already knew each other from their previous school.

The only thing keeping Suna's lonely feeling from spilling out is volleyball. The reason why he was scouted by a powerhouse from Kansai in the first place. At least at practice, he feels like he can converse better with his teammates and seniors relating to volleyball (yet, he rarely started the talking in the first place, mostly nodding to the advice given to him).

He met some good seniors that helped him improve, even though one of them scared him at times. And of course, he nor the other first years at the time can't forgot about getting to know the (so called) infamous Kita twins. Apparently many people already knew them from elementary with their antics.

He started to open up more with his new circumstances thanks to the volleyball club.

But things still feel rather lonely outside of that.

Then 2nd year came around.

And you came in the picture. You were a first year that applied to be the new manager to the boy's volleyball club. The position at the time was vacant, as the old manager has already graduated and there hasn't been anyone applying for the position for about two year. The others were surprised that a female volunteered to be the manager. Usually female students in Inarizaki refers to do other club activities, or be manager in girl dominant clubs.

You were quiet shy when first meeting the whole volleyball team. But Suna can tell that you're not actually a timid person. Just had a hard time on breaking the ice.

And he was right. The next few days you started to open up and be more comfortable with everyone in the team and the coach. It took you far less time than him to adjust to the new environment. He's quiet impressed himself on how fast you've taken everyone's liking, by your work, personality and (to be fairly honest) your looks. He wouldn't lie, some of the guys in the team probably have a crush on you by now-

"You're staring at her for too long."

Atsumu's voice snapped the brunette out of his thoughts. Suna didn't bother to turn around, knowing that the blond probably already has that annoying grin on his face.

"I was just checking if she's doing her job right,"

Suna answered, trying to not sound defensive.

"Cuz you like heer~"

Atsumu hummed again with a teasing tone.

"Didn't you said you like her too to Samu this morning"

"WAIT- HOW DID YOU-"

"Coach is calling."

Was Atsumu correct? There are a lot of things that the faux blond would said that Suna wanted to contradict. But as much as he hates it, Atsumu is smarter than him when it comes to it. And he's not much of a liar either.

It might just be a small simple highschool crush. Everyone is bound to have at least one at some point. It would be a new feeling for everyone, even himself. It's kind of scary to think about having a "crush" at times.

But to be fair, it's not exactly an unwelcome feeling of giddy-ness. And what's not to like about you?

"Suna-san, your tape is loose,"

Your voice made him stopped in his track, looking at you before looking down at the tape he wrapped on his left middle and pointing finger about half an hour ago. Your words made him examines the tape, and you were right, it is coming loose. Possibly from some of the blocks he performed against Aran in the last training match. Aran's spike was the reason why his fingers are taped in the first place, so it's not surprising.

"Ah yeah, I'll replace it-"

"Allow me to help!"

You said, and despite the sweet cheer in your voice, somehow he can tell that you're not asking.

"No, it's okay I can-"

"Sit here Suna-san!"

You're already pulling a new tape from the medic box and sitting on a bench. It almost feels like you ordered him to let you help. And seeing as there's no place to argue now, he just walk over to sit beside you.

"you really don't need to..."

He said, quietly observing how you take ahold of his hands and taking off the old loose tape from his fingers. God, your hands look so cute against his bigger ones-

"It's fine, it's my job to take care of everyone afterall,"

You said, expertly starting to wrapped the tape around firmly. You've gotten used to doing it, and you're good at it. Probably from how Kita teaches you how to do it every after-practice.

"everyone huh..."

He mumbled, to himself most likely, letting you finish the job.

"Ah by the way, sorry to ask this out of the blue, but I noticed for awhile now that your dialect sounds different from everyone here. Where are you from Suna-san?"

Your question made one of his brow raises. After one year in Hyogo, he though he'd already do the Kansai dialect decently. At least no one ever guessed he's from Kanto. Maybe the fact that he rarely talks also masked that fact. But you actually noticed?

"Yeah, I'm from Aichi... Surprised you haven't heard Atsumu or Kita-san mention about it,"

"I only herd that you were scouted from outside of Hyogo, I didn't know where you're from."

You said with a small chuckle, pulling the tape with more preassure to secure it.

"I'm glad that I'm not the only one from Kanto in the club. I've been wanting to talk to you more about it, but you're pretty hard to approach, Suna-san,"

That kinda caught him off guard.

"You wanted to... Talk to me?"

"Yup!"

Silence.

Only the sound of you finishing up the last wrap of the tape. He doesn't know if you feel it, but he feels the silence is rather awkward on his end.

"There! All done and firmly wrapped."

Your cheer bring his attention back to his hand. His fingers all wrapped back up, firmly and feels more comfortable. But it's not the new tape that caught his attention, it's the way your small fingers linger over his bigger ones. Smooth little fingers running over a Calloused skin surface.

His breath hitched slightly, but it was subtle enough to not catch your attention.

"Um, (y/n)?"

This time, it's his voice that snap you back to reality. Immidiately letting go his hand with a small, fast ramble of excuses,

"S-sorry about that! It was just that uh your hand- and checking your tape!- I uh noticed that your hands are pretty big- no I mean, it's a suiting hand for a blocker- and cuz uhm years of training really made your hand different- in a good way!"

You're not being too subtle. Which initiate a chuckle from him.

"SUNA, COACH CALLED,"

Osamu's booming voice was heard from across the court, making Suna sight shortly.

"Thanks for the new tape, (Y/n),"

He said his gratitude, standing up from his position to walk over at where the coach is standing.

"Yeah! Sure.. But Suna-san-"

He stopped for a bit, feeling like you had more to say.

"Um, if you're free sometimes, would you like to check out a new gelato place with me? After practice?"

Without much though about it, he nodded,

"that sounds good, sure,"

And that simple reply brings more spark in your eyes. You bowed down slightly in somewhat gratitude before letting him go to the couch, and resuming your own job.

"Oh, you seem happy? Something happened with (Y/n)?~"

This time it was Osamu's teasing tone that greeted his ear as he arrived to where he was called.

"None of your business,"

Suna said, yet his voice hold no irritation.

"Wow something actually happened, Lucky Suna~"

Atsumu chimes in, unhelpfully.

Despite what the blond said (which usually would initiate more irritation in Suna's head), true as what Osamu said, there was an oddly placed soft smile on the brunette's face.

Looks like the small crush bloomed to something more.

Maybe 2nd year isn't gonna be so lonely.

First writing is surprisingly a fluff thing. No beta reading, typos or grammar error all the waaaay

Reshares are very much appreciated!

#annwrites #suna x reader #suna rintaro fluff #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna rintarou #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x reader #suna drabble #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x me #rintaro suna #inarizaki #inarizaki x you #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x y/n

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thetriplets3 · 7 months

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hey girl 😉 what about a matt x reader moment to the song perfect by ed sheeran 👨🏻‍🦰✨

backstory: abbie knows that some ed songs trigger my fight or flight bc they’ve been my alarm since elementary school (and i’m in post grad so a long time and i can’t listen to them) since i said that the starbucks i go to which only plays smooth jazz has played the entirety of ed’s discography on repeat the last 3 times i’ve been and they play it after i arrive and i heard it at the mall too. ed is following me everywhere there’s no escaping him.

❝𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭❞ blurb

matt and i were baking soft pretzels, well i was, he was there for moral support and to eat them. softly playing from my phone is a calming, mellow playlist i found on spotify. all sorts of chill music like caamp, hozier, zach bryan, ed sheeran, and the lumineers.

placing the pretzels in the oven, i go wash my hands clean of all the gunk. i make my way around the kitchen to grab things putting them in the hot soapy water to wash them. reaching to the further left of the counter i grab the lone measuring cup. two seconds away from starting to wash the dish, a pair of hands gently grasp my hips, tugging one side more, turning my body to him. he slinks his arms around my waist and mine find their home around his neck.

“hi” i giggle, even after 2 years he still finds a way to make me giddy.

“hi pretty” he beamed.

slowly he moves us into the middle of the kitchen and starts swaying to the music. the music is the only noise filling up the kitchen, no words spoken between us just our eyes communicating every words can’t. i love being in love with you, the way we can speak to each other without having to talk, you can read me like a book, and you remember things most people can’t be bothered to remember. this moments like this, just us, the music, and unspoken but understood words.

♫ 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ♫

every moment with you is perfect.

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #ed sheeran is haunting me #don’t shit talk ed he’ll follow you everywhere

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rozeliyawashereyall · 12 days

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Sibling photo!

W/O the photo frame

Ik the left arm looks kinda off but hush

Now get ready for a long fucking rant about my listeners

Starting with Dennys! AKA Mariah Rose

(I'll do the others later)

Doing this just so I can keep her backstory from constantly changing or fusing with others

Alright so! :

Mariah is in her early 20s (maybe 23 or 25?)

Freckled ginger supremacy /hj

She has a bit of a stutter when she talks and is kinda insecure about it

Though shy with new people at first, a completely different person when they've known each other for a few months. By that, I mean she goes from a shy, quiet girl to a chaotic, loud menace

Has matching orange highlights with her brother

By the request of her strict mom, she entered university at about 18, dropped out at 21, and went back a few months later and finished her degree at 23

She has an electrical engineering degree that she still hasn't used because finding jobs is kinda hard

A very new employee at denny's

Literally only started working there to spite her mom

Mommy issues

Dad is pretty cool with whatever she does tbh long as she stays safe

Has 2 younger siblings who are twin sisters (Alicia and Amy) and 1 older brother (Henry). They all have a pretty strong bond!

Smoked for a year, quit because her sister Alicia developed asthma

Her other sister Amy wears hearing aids and really likes to draw!

The twins Alicia and Amy are 12 years old

Her brother is in his late 20s, engaged, has a medical degree, and works as a doctor in a hospital

Mariah struggled with her mental health for a few years, which is also why she dropped out before going back when her health improved

Used to wear glasses before getting eye surgery (paid by her dad cuz ain't no way she had enough money for that)

Did soccer in high school before breaking her ankle, leading to a few difficulties with walking for a few years, so she quit. Still kinda has pain in her leg whenever she walks

Occasionally does random arts n crafts with her sister to spend time with them

Also includes doing pranks on her brother

Was very alone and lonely from elementary to middle school, slowly started to get more extroverted in high school

Mariah only had very few friends. She wasn't really bullied or kept out of the group, but more like girlie was too anxious to approach anyone. So, her friends were the ones to initiate friendship first

Gal is so chaotic when she gets more comfortable. omg, comes from having multiple siblings, lol. In later stages of high school, she definitely started getting a bit more of a troublemaker, but not to the point of getting written up or kicked out

Def a people pleaser, girl says yes to almost anything (too nervous to say no cuz she doesn't want to upset anyone) her friends are usually the ones who say no for her

Prefers darker clothing and gets cold pretty fucking easily so she always has a jacket on her. Also has some walking problems due to the soccer accident I mentioned in the rant, so she's almost always sitting (gets a pass from the teachers to stay inside the classroom during recess) and sometime brings a walking stick with her if her leg is really acting up

Denise and Sarah from @piffany666 and @rustycopper4use taught her the ropes when she started working in dennys /hj

And that's all for now! Lemme know if you have any questions about her

#Backstory #escaped audios #my greasefire life #my art #denny's into the dennysverse

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 6 months

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Just a bet Chapter 2

As I sat with the girls at the table they only looked at me confused and then at Chan and then back at me, "Oh, he said he wants to study with us...hope it's not a problem" I say with a shy smile, I'm nearly making 'friends' and now they think I'm weird, fuck I should've said no to him.

"No worries it's completely fine, hi Chan how are you?" Mina said with a flirtatious voice, OK yeah... I should've said no to him, now all the attention is on the pretty boy next to me.

As we grabbed our books to start studying Chan grabbed his book and started doodling or something idk, and I got to my book and started doing research on the victim's side of the declaration with Lia while Yuna, Mina, and Tzuyu started looking into the defendant's case to see the reasons he got prison for 18 years.

"Ugh I can't believe he actually did that," Tzuyu said mad at what she was reading "Yeah he deserves more years in jail than this," Yuna said angrily. "to be honest I would've to chop his dick off," I said looking at the papers in front of me, then I felt everyone silent and staring at me as I looked up "what? it's true," I said as Chan next to me laughed "You're so aggressive," he said chuckling. To be honest, the afternoon went nice we finished our project and Chan was silent and just made jokes once in a while, it was a chill time, nice maybe this would be the start of new friends.

----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day

Yesterday Chan left before us because his friends were waiting for him, and I had a good time with my classmates.

As I was closing my locker there was a face on the other side of my locker door holding a notebook, "Thank you so much Y/n I owe you my life" Hyunjin said giving my statistics book back "Yeah, yeah sure" Tired of his dramatic ways of saying things "Don't be grumpy I know it's so early and tomorrow is Saturday, so that means you're invited to my party tonight?" he said with a smile in his face and his hands up to his shoulders offering the invitations to me "thanks Hyunjin, but you know that's not my thing" I said closing the locker "that's why I'm inviting you, you need some fun in your life, your always the same boring y/n I know" yeah Hyunjin and I were classmates at elementary so we can say we know each other somehow "yeah but I already have plans" you say lazily "oooo with a boy?" he says moving his eyebrows up and down? "ew no, with myself I mean" "aww see this is what I mean you're boring as fuck" " I don't know no one there" I said as I began to walk and he followed behind "You know me" "yeah but I bet you're leaving me alone before the night starts" I remark "Chan is going to be there and you also met Han" he said "yeah man, whats up with Chan?" I said and he looked confused "Wdym I heard he is trying to be friends with you "

"yeah but he feels like a creepy stalker just out of the blue talking to someone he doesn't know" "Well yeah that's him being himself, but you should really come to the party and make friends," he says as we getting to our destination "stop having pitty for me Hyujin you know I hate that, and as you said that's me being me," I said as we enter statistics classroom and I sat down in my desk in the back and he sat next to me "I'm not having pitty, is just that you look..." he said trying to look for the right word "weird? strange? uncanny?? I said slightly offended and bothered as I know people see me that way "No I mean you look lonely, like you need to socialize more with people, and people are not me" "Ugh Hyunjin you annoying," I said as I rested my head against the desk "ok, but just know that your invited k?" "yeah, yeah, now shoo, shoo" he left to sit with Chan as we all share statistics class for what we study.

4:48 pm

Class finished and I'm headed to my dorm now, finally, I can sleep and have my own God damn time, I can take a nice bath, maybe read a book or- "HEY WAIT UP" Chan screamed from behind me, oh no please Lord no! "hey I told you to wait" "yeah but I just wanted to ignore you" I said as I kept walking "rude" he scoffed "you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, here we go again "no... why" I sighed as I already know what's he gonna say "well there is this party tonight idk but they told me to bring someone so how about we go together?" he said looking at me with a smile on his face "well chan idk about that, parties are not my thing yk, I rather stay at home" "yuna and the girls are going to be there if your wondering" he said as we continue walking "and don't leave me alone in this" he said pouting "I bet you're not going to be alone" I said rolling my eyes playfully at him and smirking in his direction "oh don't be jealous y/n I can give you attention too baby" he said winking at me "no chan is not that, I stoped my tracks as he stoped as well, and I look at him "Parties are not my things I told you, and I just don't want to be there!" I raised my voice annoyed and a bit flustered by his comment which literally came out of the blue,

"OK fine, see how about you try it, I swear I'm not gonna let you alone, I'm not even going to drink for your sake, and if you don't like it then I'll take you back home k? you thought about it for some seconds and reminded yourself about what Hyunjin told you earlier. "Fine but if I don't like it you better bring me home, and you better be sobber ok?" "yay," he said and put his arms up and did a little dance "Where are we btw?" he said as we stopped at a bus stop "I'm going home idk about you tho"

"wait what? no, let me take you home I have a car"

"Don't worry about that, I'm already here, sorry for dragging you with me"

"No worries let me take you home seriously" You thought about feeling guilty and also thinking about what others could say about you

"Really?" you asked "Yeah totally," he said as we walked towards his car, he really had a nice car, it was black tall and big.

As we got in he put on music and I recognized the song immediately "You like Rihanna?" "oh yes she is one of my favorites," he said as we were chilling to the music

"you know y/n you a new one" "Pardon?" I ask confused as this is my second year here

"I mean you are different, you're cool you know, you don't give a shit about how you look, I'm not saying you don't look nice but mostly girls are so obsessed with their appearance, and your pretty chill, you have a vibe of the meaning free, like fuck everyone style, yk? even the way you talk, you stand up for yourself, I see why Hyunjin is your friend," he says looking at the road

"Thanks... where did that come from" you chuckled as you were confused, nobody ever told you so many positive things about yourself, not even your parents. "idk man I'm just being honest, you have a cool vibe, guess you also a tuff knuckle to crack?" "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Idk just saying " "can you turn left here please" "Sure," he said as we arrived at my house "So pick you up at 9?" he said from the car window as I was getting down "Uhh sure," you said confused as what time the party started "cool see you later?"

"yes see you later, thank you for the ride home" You smiled at him as he smiled back and left your front house.

Damn, that was a rollercoaster, why do I feel awkward and embarrassed/flustered at the same time, and why tf he said I was a tuff knuckle to crack?

Well now I have to look in my closet wtf is presentable for a party tonight.

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Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoy it

any reblogs comments or likes are fully appreciated

taglist: @salfetkablog @foivestarrsketchez @staysincecb97

taglist is opened

Next Chapter maybe next week, I'm trying to do 2 per week

love you all

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purgemarchlockdown · 3 days

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Ah what the heck I'll post it through here

So in some discord servers, you've seen me specualte that Amane's uniform is inspired by the private Catholic Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school (福岡海星女子学院附属小学校)

Now, because of the name, I assumed this was an all girls primary school And that the picture above was of 4 girls and the school simply allowed children to wear either skirts or shorts (its uncommon for Japanese elementary schools to have uniform to begin with so I could see a laxer dress code when it comes to stuff like this)

However After a bit more reading of their website Turns out that the Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school Despite the name Has in fact been a co-ed/mixed gender primary school for the last 50-so years And while I can't find a dress code on their website It does seem like all the students in pictures on their site who wear shorts are boys

Anyway to cut a long story short: Amane's uniform actually resembles the boys one more than the girls (shorts instead of skirt + no ribbon + more central buttons)

And I know you like the trans girl Amane theory so I figured you'd enjoy this info

The only disclaimer I have to give is that the long haired child whose father tattles on Amane is in the same uniform (shorts and all)

So like if this is a girl then occam's razor is that girls at Amane's school just wear shorts (also it'd be strange for Amane's cult to follow gender rolls Except for hair?? idk maybe im overthinking)

TRANS AMANE BELIEVERS WE MIGHT STAY WINNING!!!! It would be weird if they did follow the entire dress code Except for the hair. Additionally those buttons are tripping me up since their Buttoned like the girls so this actually comes somewhere more in the middle of the Both of them...if it does turn out my insane "Amane perceives gender in the same way a cat does, it's just there" catthing Amane idea is real I'm going to explode.

Regarding the girl though...I can't believe I can unveil my insane Queer Infighting Amane idea- okay so in cults it's generally heavily encouraged to outright spy and tattle on people who misbehave:

(BITE)

Information Control: Encourage spying on other members a. Impose a buddy system to monitor and control member b. Report deviant thoughts, feelings and actions to leadership c. Ensure that individual behavior is monitored by group

I think, and this is pure speculation there's is very little supporting this I just like the idea. It be fun if they were BOTH trans.

My reasoning behind this is, first of all Amane doesn't seem to have many friends. Her T2 distorted voiceline has her say:

Father is a very praiseworthy person. Once his virtue increases, he'll come back home, right? It's a little lonely, but I'm fine!

Which, okay it's fair that her homelife is lonely, this doesn't necessarily inform her school life. But if we go to the Prison she's rather isolated overall.

Even in T1. Yuno and Mahiru are people she considers "close" but that's after mulling it over a bit due to being asked.

T1Q10: Is there any prisoner you're close with? A: If I were to say, I guess it would be Yuno and Mahiru.

It's not for a lack of Trying, she tries very hard actually. It's just that people tend to note the way she acts is weird and that gets exasperated in T2 where it's said she's pretty isolated.

But also, I was discussing with a mutual about her relation with this peer and they said that it's possible that this question:

T2Q11: Did you love the person you killed? A: I loved them.

Is referring to a Second Victim (This child) and Not her mother because...well one Amane has shown Very Little Fondness for her mother, and two it's entirely possible she killed multiple people because her staff in Purge March has blood on it Before she gets to her house.

Second thing: Cat Symbolism, Cat Symbolism stay winning forever. There is substantial amount of subtext you can wring out of the Cat being representative of sin and impurity, and Amane taking care of it and also being the Cat. Same with having her be "found out" by a peer and then sold out to, to her Religious Fundamentalist parents.

So now we go into my insane, circumstantial evidence, idea of Queer Infighting. I love WKTD and a big thing in that game is that even if your a "bad kid" if there's someone "worse" than you, you can live another day. And this kid can be anyone, the devil can be Anyone.

Amane has stated an inability to be a good girl:

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl

And a lack of desire to exactly "be one" since it requires her not being...herself, and she's happy with who she is.

T2Q20: How do you feel about you not being like everyone else? A: Nevertheless I was born as myself, so I'm happy

So, I'm just saying on a purely speculatory "this would be fun" basis. If we got queer infighting 12 year olds who are trying their best to be "good." I would explode.

Also, she is paralleled with both Mukuhara Kazui and known Genderless Freak Es so, yknow.

#asks #other analysis #doctorbunny #sorry if this is all over the place I have a lot of disconnected thoughts on this

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winterflowersftw · 4 days

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ITOSHI RIN X READER

COULD YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?

Synopsis:

Childhood best friends to lovers to strangers. Itoshi Rin is fixated on soccer. Itoshi Sae ruins things.

You had known Rin since you were 9 and he was 8. You were in his older brother, Itoshi Sae's class in elementary and middle school. Sae was a very nonchalant guy, barely said anything. But boy, did he have a talent for football. He won all the districts and state competitions. He not too good at studies to be honest. He was ....above-average at best.

You were in the school's baseball team. To be frank, you HAD to choose a sport so you chose baseball because it seemed the least demanding. You were an extra and you had no motivation to be in the playing nine. The football field was just adjacent to the baseball field and one day while watching Itoshi Sae play during a match, you said:

"He's so weird, not passing the ball at all. A selfish guy most probably."

Sae heard this and took a note to give you a piece of his mind later. Rin was standing nearby, star-studded by his brother's talent. He used to watch his every mgame and even told him about you once his match was over. Sae, being the football genius he was, scored 6 goals.

Itoshi Sae made it his motive to make your life in school hell. He didn't do much, but it was enough to ruin your day. Sometimes he'd come over to your desk and call you names, sometimes he'd bitch about you to your classmates even telling the other girls to keep their distance from you. Even with all that, you had two friends and they were your ride or die.

This petty rivalry went on for years. You became somewhat frienemies. But there were times when Sae would cross the line and you would leave crying. And when Sae was not looking, Rin would quietly come up to you to apologise for his brother's immature behaviour. You were more comfortable with Rin than you had ever been with Sae to be honest.

And slowly with time, Rin started coming to you even when there hadn't been a fight. He liked spending time with you. He did not have any friends except his brother so he made sure to visit you whenever he was not hanging out with him.

And then Rin got the most devastating news of all: Itoshi Sae was leaving for Spain for his football dream at age 13. Rin himself never considered playing football, but he did love watching Sae play. When Sae told him he had a talent for soccer and asked him to play, Rin agreed. The brothers dreamt to become the best strikers in the world.

With his brother gone, he clinged to football as if it was him. And soon, football did become his everything. And so did you.

You and Rin became much closer when Itoshi Sae left for Spain. Now that there were no petty fights, you did not had to meet Rin whenever you had time. But you did. That boy was so lonely you thought. But soon you started meeting him because you genuinely liked being with him. If Rin was not playing football, he was talking to you. It wasnt until he was 14 he realised he had feelings for you.

It took him 6 more months to come to terms with his feelings and to confess. When you heard his confession, you did not know what to say and just stood there; bewildered. But soon you realised you had fallen for him too. And almost immediately, you both went from best friends to lovers. Your mother was a calm woman and did not disapprove of Rin. She believed he was a good influence. Your relationship had been going well and it had been 6 months when you heard Itoshi Sae was coming home. Rin was overjoyed and texted Sae,

" I'm so excited omg omg. Before you come to visit mom and dad, please come to (y/n 's address). We'll have a party! "

To which Sae replied,

"Ok"

When Sae came to y/n's room only to find Rin sitting on her bed, he realised they both were dating when he saw their pictures on the bedside frame. To say he was pissed was an understatement.

His trip to Spain made him realise how average he was. If anything, he was of middling talent. And he wanted to be the best or nothing. He had come back a changed man. A pessimistic guy.

Then seeing you carrying a big cake which had "welcome back Sae!" written on it was his last straw. He threw the cake and shouted;

"Rin!! How do you expect yourself to become a world class striker when you're trapped here playing house? I did not know you threw away your dream of soccer." When he said it, he sounded angry; but by the end he just sounded disappointed which was much more saddening.

You were sad and crying. You tried your best to hide it, but you couldn't. So you ran out of that room. Then Sae told Rin;

"I'm going to be the best mid-fielder, not striker. My dream changed."

To Rin this was absolute betrayal.

"What about our dream then? That you'd be the best striker and I'd be after you?"

"My dream changed and you are here having fun playing house so I assume you'd never even make it to the top 10. "

Itoshi Sae had gotten a reality check in Spain. He knows what a player like him had to give away to be the best. He just wanted the same for his brother, to be the best. But Rin's attitude towards soccer made him feel like a fool for worrying about him. For him, it was probably just a hobby he thought.

The brothers went to the nearby football practice ground where Sae made his bet.

If Rin won, he'd go back to trying to be the best striker.

The one-on-one didn't last a minute.

Sae won effortlessly.

That was the last day you saw Rin. He never called, never reached out.

The next time you saw him was when you were in the Blue Lock stadium seeing the U-20 VS Blue Lock Eleven match.

When it ended, you were so happy for Rin. He finally defeated his brother's team. And yet, the expression on his face had never been more dull.

While leaving, you ran into Itoshi Sae.

"Hey y/n"

"Hey"

"I wanted to say that....."

And Sae saw the look on your face. It was not forgiving, not in the slightest. It was pure hate and rage.

Seeing that, he swallowed his words

"Never mind, bye."

And he left.

Seeing the match made you remember every memory you shared with Rin all over again. How easily had he thrown away 8 years of friendship? As if it was nothing. As if YOU were nothing.

And yet, you couldn't hate him.

You never forgave him either.

After the big match, the blue lock boys were given 2 weeks off. As Rin was going to his home, he realised the place which actually felt like home to him was you. He had so much to apologise for.

He came to your house and rang the bell. When you opened the door he said,

"I made the biggest mistake of my life. Could you ever forgive me?"

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n #fanfic #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi brothers

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babyouran · 9 days

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The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type! - a young boy joins the host club in hopes of learning from the masters to impress a special lady. yet they aren’t ready for all the effort it takes to train such a rowdy young man.

pairing - fem! reader x host club

apart of - ouran add-in

The theme for this special day was Arabian as their clothes were flowing and in gorgeous colors with prized possessions in gold filtered about the room. When a boy in a green uniform opened the door he was shocked at what he was witnessing, the image seeming like something not from their country but a foreign one. He tripped over himself and stared up at the members in astonishment.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club," The club announced, all seated by each other with ripe, delicious fruits peeked in between and extravagant furniture.

"Oh it's just a kid," Hikaru noticed.

"Not only that, it's just a boy," Kaoru added, clearly the two disappointed.

"What's wrong little boy? Did you come to my palace in search of something?" Tamaki stuck out his hand with a golden ring and red gem resting in his palm.

"Uh, are you the king of this place?" The boy wondered, standing up from the ground.

"Come closer, lost one," Tamaki motioned for him to come over. "What was it you just called me?"

"The king."

"Ah, the King! Yes, I'm the king of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the host king."

"Oh no," Y/n whispered, looking at Tamaki who practically had stars in his eyes. He was standing up from his throne proudly, standing tall to pretend as if he were on a balcony surveying his kingdom.

"I'm an elementary fifth year, Takaoji Shiro," He introduced. "I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice!"

Due to a successful flattering, soon enough the elementary school student was taken on as a co-host and offered the opportunity to watch Tamaki in action.

"Oh my, Tamaki, you have an apprentice?" A black-haired female wondered, sitting beside him.

"Yes, he's still in elementary school but I like the fire in his eyes.”

"But are you sure it's okay for such a young boy to become a host?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Love has nothing to do with age," Tamaki spoke, gently caressing her chin. "Take us for instance, whenever I look at you my heart starts pounding. Suddenly I feel no different than a lovesick little boy."

"Oh-oh Tamaki," The girl stuttered.

"Isn't it a little strange how Shiro-kun is just watching?" Y/n wondered, turning towards Haruhi and Kyoya who were also witnessing the whole scene go down. Shiro was in between Tamaki and his guest, face a little too close up to where Tamaki was touching her face.

"There is a theory that people are considered more beautiful the closer they are viewed. Tamaki seems to live by that theory," Kyoya told them. Y/n nodded in understanding and walked up closer to Kyoya. She put her face near his, their noses almost touching, before pulling away and sitting back down beside Haruhi.

He felt his cheeks warm up, "Well, ahem, let's leave them alone," He muttered, moving further away from where Y/n was now sitting.

"You naughty girl, you've drawn me to the forbidden fruit. Dearest you're the mermaid who's brought light into my lonely sea. My mermaid princess," Tamaki flirted.

"I remind you of a mermaid?" The girl asked.

"You look more like the carp that swims in my pond at home," The younger boy insulted. "I'd never give false compliments like that!"

"Carp?"

"Don't listen to him, he's just a kid, you know how kids are. They can't help but be honest," Tamaki tried to reassure her.

"Honest?"

"But that's just his opinion! I wouldn't say you look like a carp, and even if you did look like a carp you'd be the most beautiful carp of them all!" Tamaki spoke frantically.

"So I am a carp!"

"Uh, no that-that's not what I meant," Tamaki stuttered.

"Tamaki you're an idiot!" She cried, running out of the room embarrassed and ashamed.

"No wait! Mermaid princess!"

"Man, what a crybaby," Shiro commented, crossing his legs and arms in disappointment.

"So how's it going boss, that's an adorable little apprentice you've got there," Hikaru laughed.

"Hikaru, do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?" Kaoru questioned.

"Don't be silly, I could search the globe and I'd never find a better brother than you, Kaoru," Hikaru expressed, taking his brother into his arms for a tight hug.

"Uh, Hikaru."

"Look! They're doing it! It's forbidden brotherly love," Two girls cooed.

"They're homos! And they're brothers! That makes this totally insectuous!" The boy yelled.

"I think what you mean to say was incestuous," Tamaki corrected.

"Hey Shiro-chan! Want to have a piece of cake with me?" Honey wondered, jumping onto the younger boy's back. "We've got three kinds, chocolate, strawberry, and lime."

"Hey! Back off, what grade are you in any way?” Shiro shook his back in an attempt to get Honey off of him. “Why are you wearing a High school uniform?" Shiro asked staring at Honey with a disgusted face. In response, Honey's eyes started to bubble with tears.

"Something is wrong? Mitsukuni?" Mori queried.

"Honey-senpai, are you alright?" Y/n questioned, walking over to the boy. "I'd love to have cake with you, we can talk while you eat," Y/n nodded, letting the boy grab her hand.

"That's not fair! A little kid like you isn't supposed to have a cool older friend and a hot girl like her!" Shiro complained, walking backward in annoyance until he was stopped due to bumping into Haruhi.

"Are you alright? I know it's kinda hard to get used to all the weirdos around here, besides Y/n. She's very kind," Haruhi looked up at Y/n who was now showing a book to Mori. "It took me a while to get adjusted to all the craziness, so don't freak out. I'm sure you'll get used to it," She tried to reassure him.

"Do you need help with that tea, Haruhi-chan?" Y/n inquired, walking over and grabbing some of the cups.

"Bend down," The elementary boy gestured for Y/n to come down to his height. "What's with the mask?" He moved his hand to hover over her mouth, about to try and snatch the fabric to see what was underneath.

"Okay that's enough," Tamaki grabbed Shrio from the back of his jacket, pulling him away. "Shiro, why don't you take care of the tea set?"

"Y/n, you're looking very nice today," Hikaru commented, patting her head.

"Just give the set to the boy and let him do his training," Kaoru mentioned.

"Okay, just be careful, it's kind of heavy," Y/n told him, handing him the tray that Haruhi was once holding. Shiro quickly dropped it, the glass silverware and cups shattering all over the floor.

"It's not my fault I dropped it, it's her fault because she gave it to you, causing you to give it to me," Shiro said, pointing to Haruhi.

"Wait what?" Haruhi’s eyes went wide, shaking her head and raising her voice at the young boy's accusations.

"Excuse me?" Y/n asked, her opinion on the boy changing vastly. It was clear he was not a well-behaved child, speaking his mind in cases where he should be holding back.

"That's another one hundred thousand yen Haruhi," Kyoya added.

"What?" She fumed.

"Have that mask girl do it, don't girls love doing that? I'm not here to carry tea sets, I'm here to learn how to make women happy!" He snarled.

"Repeat that?" Y/n walked over by him, getting pulled back a bit by the twins.

"You won't get anywhere with that attitude. And I am not going to let you disrespect Y/n. So, put this brat in isolation!" Tamaki declared, pointing his finger at the boy.

"You got it, boss!" The twins popped up, fingers in the air, and soon enough a cage was lowered down, trapping Shrio.

"What's going on here?! Why'd you put me in a cage all of a sudden?!" Shiro thundered.

"I don't know if we can do this," Y/n muttered.

"Where did it come from? This is supposed to be a music room, right?" Haruhi's sweat dropped.

"This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice! Now let me out of this cage!" Shiro thudded on the bars. He tried to reach a hand through to reach something or someone, even though nothing was near his grip.

"Not until you've learned your lesson," Tamaki told him, sipping some tea. "I made you my apprentice because I thought you were serious about becoming a host, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am serious. Totally serious," He argued, not jumping around in the cage as much as he once was.

"Are we going to let him out soon, if word gets out we keep people in cages, our family businesses will be in trouble," Y/n mentioned, looking around to see if anyone else would do something. With no one making the move she just sighed to herself and went over to the couch to read a novel.

"I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to run out of time. Please, won't you teach me? You're a host because you like girls, you like bringing a smile to a girl's face. That's why you do it, right? Please won't you teach me how to be like you?" Shiro begged. "You're a genius at it, you're the king!"

"Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I'll teach you!" Tamaki decided. "You know Shiro, you and I are so much alike.”

"Here we go," Y/n looked up from her book to see the gleaming Tamaki, his pridefulness returned.

"Then you'll help me become a host that can make any woman happy?" Shiro grinned.

"Of course, making women happy is the sole purpose of being a host," Tamaki explained. "If this is what you really want Shiro, then you'll have to figure out how to use the material you already have.”

"What does that mean?"

"You see, here at the Ouran Host Club, our policy is to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests," Kyoya began. "For example, there's Tamaki, who is the princely type, strong silent type, boy lolita type, little devil type, cool type, and natural type," Kyoya showed, lastly pointing to Haruhi. "Now we are complete with Y/n, the special, caring type," He finished, the group now standing next to each other.

"Special, caring?" Y/n repeated

"It would seem that right now we have a perfect blend of characteristics, so it's going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro," Kyoya confessed.

"If you go by his age, he should be the boy Lolita type."

"But Honey-senpai already has that covered," Kaoru told his brother.

"Is he going to replace me?" Honey worried.

"He's more like a tsundere type," Y/n mentioned, moving over by Haruhi.

"Oh, come on, is that all you got?" A voice wondered, soon motor noises were heard and Renge, once again, appeared from the ground.

"What's up with this place, it's supposed to be a music room," Haruhi voiced to Y/n, Y/n just shaking her head.

"Not all rich people's buildings are like this," Y/n commented. "Though at my house, we have a fish tank that comes out of the ground."

"Sorry to interrupt gentleman, but what's with the lackluster character analysis? I must say I'm quite disappointed, I thought I taught you better," She expressed.

"Alright Miss manager, how would you work Shiro into our collection of characters?" Tamaki queried. “He can't be the boy Lolita because Honey's already got that covered."

"You just don't get it, do you? Now listen up, there are plenty of girls out there who have a thing for younger boys or boys with baby faces," Renge told the group. "These girls would be considered Shota fans. Now, Shota can be a fairly broad category so it's important to know that the genre can be broken down into many different smaller sub-categories," She pointed.

"For example, shota fans with an interest in Lolita boys would favor a boy like Haninozuka-senpai," Renge told the boys, most of them listening carefully, Kyoya taking notes and Y/n peaking over to look at his notes. "But this little boy is different. If I had to pick a character for him... Yes! He'd be the naughty boy type without a doubt,"

"So tsundere?" Y/n voiced, looking at her friend who was currently trying to stifle a laugh.

"The naughty type?" Shiro repeated, someone blowing a whistle.

"Now to play up the naughty type, you should wear shorts," Renge bent down, noticing that he was wearing shorts, and she blew the whistle again. "You've got to have bumps and bruises, give him some scars!" She encouraged the twins who were putting bandages and drawing marks on Shiro.

"I don't think that Shiro needs to"

"Run like a spoiled child! Make it reckless!" Renge demanded. "Now I want you to trip and make it big!" Shiro ran and tripped on a rope, landing harshly. "Are you okay little boy? Now give them your catchphrase!"

"No big deal, it was nothing," He responded proudly.

"That was perfect! Absolutely perfect Shiro!" Renge beamed.

"That was outstanding," Tamaki clapped. "I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge."

"I've had enough of you people," Shiro yelled, gaining the attention of everyone. "This is so stupid, none of this is ever gonna help me make her happy.”

"Her?" Y/n pondered, watching the boy run away.

"Wait, Shiro! We haven't taught you how to apply the techniques you've learned yet," Tamaki called out to him.

"I swear younger boys are good for nothing. I went to all that trouble to coach him and he quits," Renge complained, disappearing back into the ground.

"I can't believe he ditched us just because he didn't like the lesson, what a selfish little brat," Tamaki ranted, clearly annoyed at losing his apprentice.

"I don't think he wanted us to assign him a personality. He had said 'she', he wants to impress a specific girl." Y/n tried to reason with the upset Tamaki.

"Also, didn't you hear him mention that he was going to run out of time," Haruhi added. "What could that mean?"

Soon enough the club came up with a plan. They knew that the young boy needed some help and they were going to be the ones to do it, after all, he needed help impressing a girl and that was the club's specialty. Their genius plan was to send in Y/n and Honey as students at the elementary school in hopes of finding out more about Shiro and the mystery lady.

"I don't get why I'm a part of this," Y/n whispered, pouting underneath her mask.

"It will be okay N/n-chan. It was so easy to sneak in," Honey reassured her, wearing an elementary school uniform himself. "And wearing this uniform, I look like I'm in elementary school."

"Yeah I agree, I get why they wanted you. But I don't get why they needed me, I don't exactly resemble an elementary schooler with my size. Not to forget that I'm wearing a middle school uniform," Y/n looked down at her dress, and moved a hand to feel her braid. Along with the new outfit Y/n also had to put some dark blush on her cheeks, putting it on the parts that could be seen above her mask. "I don't get the point of these disguises."

In front of the two club members, some actual students just peered at them in confusion.

"Oh there's a reason, a damn good one," Tamaki muttered before Honey grabbed onto Y/n’s wrist and helped lead her down the hall.

"Isn't she the cutest!" The twins adored.

"I don't think Y/n is happy about this," Haruhi commented.

"Look at her in that miniskirt, Y/n looks like a model," Tamaki admired.

"So, basically you just wanted to see her dressed up like that," Kyoya realized, watching Tamaki peek at the two 'undercover' members walking down the hall. Though Honey and Y/n weren’t easily seen since by then they had already made it into the classroom.

"This is it, Shiro-chan's classroom," Honey told her, opening the door.

"Okay, let's try not to cause any more attention than we already have," Y/n told him.

"When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom too!" Honey ran around.

"Wait, there is no one here," Y/n whispered to herself.

"So the kid's classroom is empty, is it?" Tamaki walked in.

"This surely takes me back," The twins reminisced, wandering around the classroom. The club members all walked around, looking around the desks, at the chalkboard, and checking out the bookshelves, they were reminded of their childhoods.

"I wonder if my doodles are still on my desk," Kaoru wondered.

"Doubtful, the school changes out the desks every year," Kyoya informed them.

"Every year, at our schools they keep the same ones. If we were lucky they would somewhat clean them," Haruhi mentioned, following after them.

"If you guys are just walking in like nothing, what was the point of us wearing these?" Y/n pondered, gesturing down to her uniform in annoyance.

"Don't worry about it," Hikaru voiced.

"There's no one here to catch us," Kaoru reassured her. But as if he had just jinxed everyone, soon enough they could hear the echoing of footsteps in the hall. In the assumption that it was a teacher, they all ducked down under the desks.

"If the teacher finds us," Hikaru began.

"We'll have a hard time explaining how we snuck in," Kaoru finished.

"This is why I told you guys we should wait outside," Haruhi scolded them, while the twins then commented back, now the three first years bickering.

"Be quiet, we don't want the teacher finding us," Y/n warned them, putting a finger to her lips. They waited a few silent moments before they could recognize that the footsteps had dispersed. Just to be sure, Y/n got up first and checked around before signaling everyone else to come out, "He's gone, but how are we going to find Shiro-kun?" She queried.

"Well, here's something interesting," Kyoya stated, looking at photos. The rest of the members surrounded Kyoya, all filing up beside him to look at what he had found.

"What did you find?" Haruhi questioned and in response, Kyoya pointed to a certain photo. "Hey! That's Shiro."

"So he's into classical music."

"He's also with a girl. Maybe that's the girl he was talking about," Y/n realized, turning around and looking at the group.

"There's Shiro-chan!" Honey pointed out to a classroom near the one they were in. He was seen talking with a girl before she had moved over to a piano bench to start playing. At the notice of another elementary girl from the same class exiting the classroom, Tamaki walked over to her.

"Excuse me, Mademoiselle," Tamaki started, catching her attention. "I've never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you," He offered up the flower, bowing a little and then shortening his stance so they were more eye level. "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?"

"That's Kameeshido, Hina," The little girl told him.

"Her name is Hina?" Tamaki repeated.

"That's right, but you better not fall in love with her."

"Why?"

"Didn't you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week," She told him, waltzing away while smelling the pretty flower.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Shiro yelled. "I want you idiots to leave immediately!" He rushed over to where the group was, face as red as a beet. But Tamaki made no reaction, just picked up the smaller boy and put him over his shoulder. "Put me down! What are you doing? Ah!" Tamaki made no hesitation in making the way out of the building with the rest of the club following behind, still carrying the flailing boy.

"It's time to go, gentleman, Y/n,” He paused for a few seconds, turning his head around the best he could to peer at Shiro, “Quit thrashing around," Tamaki deadpanned.

Once they all finally made their way back to Ouran Highschool Tamaki had just plopped the boy onto the sofa.

"What is your problem, you big idiot!" Shiro snapped.

"I'm sorry, but you're the idiot. You said you wanted me to teach you how to make women happy. But that's not it, is it? You're not concerned with the happiness of just any woman. You've got your sights set on one woman in particular. You only care about one, and that's Kamishiro Hina," Tamaki objected. "When you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart. You have to tell her how you feel about her."

"It doesn't matter anymore, I've run out of time. I just wanted to hear her play before she left for good, that's all," Shiro expressed, staring at his hands in his lap, refusing to make eye contact with Tamaki.

"That piece she played, it's Mozart Sonata in D major for two pianos, isn't it?" Tamaki wondered, walking over to a curtain in the corner and pulling it back to show a beautiful, shining piano.

Haruhi turned towards Y/n, "Wait a minute, since when is there a grand piano in here?"

"Well, this is a music room after all," Kaoru told her, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, why wouldn't it have a grand piano?" Hikaru asked her.

"It is a music room," Kyoya asserted.

"It is a music room," Mori repeated.

"It's always been there, we just had it covered up," Honey explained happily bouncing over to where the piano stayed.

"It's such a nice piano too," Y/n admired taking a few steps to the musical instrument herself. She placed a hand on the top, admiring the keys, and before reaching over to play one Tamaki had taken a spot on the bench. He peered up at the girl, a soft smile on his features, and began to play himself. Shiro watched Tamaki in his prime who was playing a mystical piece and taking multiple peaks up to look over at Y/n’s expression.

Whenever there was an ounce of free time Shiro would be right on the bench learning to mimic the rapid finger movements that Tamaki possessed, all working towards completing the goal of expressing himself to Hina.

It didn’t take long, with all the effort and time Tamaki had taken to teach the young boy soon enough he was prepared to play the piece himself. On a special day, the host club invited Hina to come to Music Room 3, dressing up for the young girl in anticipation of the cute moment that awaited.

"Welcome princess, we've been waiting," They all announced.

"I present to you, Takaoji Shiro’s piano recital," Tamaki introduced. He took Hina’s much smaller arm in his own, joining together at the arm, and pushed out a seat for her to sit near the piano and Shiro.

"Let's play together Hina," Shiro stated, and very happily the girl obliged. She pulled up her chair more to the other piano starting to play while he played his. It was a truly beautiful musical melody, the two kids glancing back at one another while passionately playing the piece. It was a comforting and rewarding scene for the club to witness. Just the two gleeful children indulging in some musical enjoyment.

"We did a good thing," Tamaki observed the two, with a smile on his face. Y/n looked at him, her eyes scrunched up a bit to show she was smiling underneath the mask. It was on this day she got to peak into Tamaki’s interior a bit more, he was a man who had such a large passion for guiding others.

"You did Tamaki-senpai, you aren't too bad," She laughed as a small blush appeared on his cheeks with a certain admiration sparkling in his eyes.

A week later Shiro came in to see the host club once again.

"So, you've been exchanging emails with Hina now that she's in Germany?" Haruhi inquired.

"That's great Shiro-kun," Y/n complemented.

"Yeah, I like her but she can get pretty jealous for an elementary school girl. She'd be upset if she knew I was with you ladies, so let's keep this our little secret," He confessed to the girls surrounding him on the couch and nearby chairs.

"Naughty boys are the best!"

"I could kiss you."

"Ah, you little brat, those are my guests!" Tamaki fumed.

"Well it looks like they have found someone they like better," Shiro voiced. "It was so easy to steal your customers, I think there's a new host king in town."

"I thought he'd make it through without exploding this time," Kaoru and his brother expressed holding down the blonde.

"We should have known he was gonna blow up sooner or later," Hikaru realized.

"I'm going to assume Tamaki-senpai was also a spoiled brat as a child," Y/n declared, making her way over to Kyoya.

"I was not a spoiled brat! I was nothing like him when I was a kid! I was a sweet, innocent, precocious, adorable child," He whined.

"Of course senpai," Y/n voiced sarcastically. "And I was living in a commoner's home growing up," To this comment the twins broke out in loud laughter.

"Wait what does that mean? Do you not believe me? Wait Y/n!"

next chapter - Jungle Pool SOS!

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lonesome-witching · 21 days

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Who Are You?

This prompter wanted to see Nancy's first day back t school after Barb died and well, I live to serve. So, this is a short story about Nancy's first day back with as always some ronance.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

The last place Nancy wanted to be right now was school. She wanted to crawl into her bed and never get out anymore. She might have been able to convince her mom to keep her home. But she also really didn’t want to be alone.

So, here she was. Walking the halls of Hawkins High with no one by her side. She missed having Barb with her. She was glad Steve hadn’t approached. She felt slightly conflicted about Jonathan. Maybe she wouldn’t push him away.

She turned the corner, seeing Jonathan standing at his locker. She turned around, walking back. Maybe she didn’t want him around anyway.

Somehow, she felt even more lonely than she did at 3 AM in her bedroom. That was the last thing she had expected. She should have stayed home. Maybe she would have been able to fall asleep by the light of the day, because at night she surely couldn’t. She kept seeing… well, all of it, whenever she closed her eyes.

She hadn’t been watching out, that was for sure. That was the reason she bumped into another girl, full force, books tumbling over the ground.

“Fuck, sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. If I had been I clearly wouldn’t have run into you. I’m really sorry,” the girl rambled on, falling to her knees to pick up Nancy’s notebook.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t really watching out either.”

She wasn’t in the mood to talk. She wasn’t in the mood for much of anything. She just wanted to get her stuff back and get out of here. She’d skip the rest of the day.

“Maybe not, but you’re— You’re Nancy Wheeler?” The girl was looking up at her now, with wide eyes and a tiny smile.

Nancy nodded. “Perceptive.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound bad or something. I just— Are you okay?”

“Who are you?” Nancy asked with a stern voice as the girl stood up, holding her books. She knew she had seen the girl before, knew she should know her name, but she didn’t. And right now, she really didn’t care.

“Robin. Robin Buckley. I’m in your chemistry class.”

Nancy hummed, pulling her books out of Robin’s hands.

“It’s just that— Look, I know about Barb—”

“What the hell do you know about Barb?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean— I just meant that I used to know her, we used to be friends. Back in elementary school. You were friends with Amy and Becky back then, before they became bitches. Shit, that’s not very nice of me to say. I just meant, I know she’s… missing and I know you guys were super close and I— I guess I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

“I’m fine. It really isn’t—” She wasn’t sure what she was going to say. That it wasn’t Robin’s business. That she didn’t want to talk about it. She was already lying by saying she was fine.

“No, I get it. It’s not of my business. I just know it can’t be easy. And I don’t mean any offense by this, but I don’t think Steve Harrington is the best listener.”

Nancy chuckled. “No, not particularly.” She barely realized what she was doing. That there was the shadow of a laugh on her lips. She hadn’t laughed since Barb. Since that night, really. She shouldn’t be laughing now.

“So, what I’m saying is that, if you ever need anyone to listen or to talk to…” Robin pointed at herself.

“Got it,” Nancy said, with a soft smile on her face.

“Good.” Robin nodded her head. “Well, then I’ll go.” She pointed with her thumb behind herself.

“Wait, Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“I— I could kind of use someone right now?”

“Alright, yeah, sure.” Robin looked at her expectantly.

Nancy grabbed her hand and led her outside.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

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viscerax · 2 years

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heyy so ive read a lot of ur fics and like they are really amazing and i have this request where fem!reader and finney blake have this type of like enemies to lovers and it ends with them like together and stuff if not it’s totally fine!!!

Conflicting Feelings

It wasn't rare for Finney to get bullied. In fact, he was used to it. He was used to girls making fun of him or calling him names, or snickering when he walked by. And not in the "he's so cute Emily i dare you to ask him out!" Kind of snickering.

Finney however was not used to being bullied or teased by someone who he had any remote interest in.

Until he met you.

You were the most beautiful girl Finney had ever laid eyes on. And yet, you showed no interest him. Not only that, but any time you talked to him, you only seemed interested in teasing him. It was nothing he wast used to, the typical teasing or nicknames.

It wouldn't be as bad if you weren't so god damn perfect.

You used to not be so mean. Finney remembers the sweet girl in elementary who would play with him on the play ground or gift him cool rocks that you found, or even watch as he drew spaceships and planets.

But as soon as the two of you graduated and moving into middle school, you found yourself hanging out with new people, and Finney noticed almost an immediate change in the way you treated him and others. Finn longed for the days on the swings where the two of you would rant for hours about all the things you found cool.

Its not like you enjoyed bullying Finney. You didn't get anything out of it except for a guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach when Finney would give you a fearful or saddened look. But you feared what would happen to you if you dared go against the almighty authority of the popular girls.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you had someone "on the other side" waiting for you. It wouldn't be so horrible if you weren't so lonely.

The weight of your guilt weighed down on you everyday, and it made you feel even more lonely then if you had just ditched the popular crowd and abandoned all of your "friends."

One particular day was horribly difficult. Your "friends" had decided today would be a great day to pick on Finney more than usual.

You found yourself sat on the floor on the side of the school. You figured it would be better to avoid them. Sure it was ironic, the bully avoiding people, but irony was your least concern at that moment.

Your knees were scrunched up to your chest, and your forehead rested on them, creating a perfect little space for you to let your sobs and tears fall into your lap.

The sound of gravel crunching under shoes fell upon deaf ears. Its not like any of your friends would be over here anyways. The only people who came to this side of the school was people looking for drugs or a safe place to hide.

You had paid no mind until the footsteps stopped almost directly in front of you.

You lifted your head up, wiping your tears and mascara from under your eyes to clear your vision.

There standing in front of you was a familiar head of shaggy brown hair. You quickly replaced your frown with your typical sneer and defensive attitude.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Running away from your problems again?" Despite trying to sound tough, the way your voice wobbled and cracked made you cringe. Finney just stared at you for a moment before taking place next to you, sitting down and pulling his knees up to his chest as well.

"What? Coming here to mock me? Surprise surprise, Y/n has human fucking emotions! I'm capable of feeling guilt and sadness." You scowled and rolled your eyes, hoping you could just push Finney away, even though a huge small part wanted him to stay.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I make you like this?" You were surprised to hear Finney speak. You figured he was just going to sit there and stare at you. He had a sort of saddened and guilty expression, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes again.

You looked away from him, staring at the gravel you sat on, picking up small pebbles and tossing them away from you.

"No. Its my fault I'm fucking like this. God, how could you ever think this was your fault!" You sighed and rested your cheek on your knee. "Its not your fault. Its mine. I shouldn't have ever treated you like I did. You didn't do anything wrong." You tried to stop yourself from going further, but the words just kept spilling out like vomit. "God, I miss when we would hang out on the swings and you would nerd out about rockets and space. And I just sat there and listened because you were the only person who ever payed attention to me. You were the only person who made me feel like im wanted. And then I turn around and just treating you like shit because I realize that 'hey, if I bully him, I get more attention from the popular girls. That's got to be great, right?' News flash. Its not. I hate being so mean. I hate that you hate me." You sighed, and a few tears spilled down your cheeks, sliding down and landing softly on the gravel beneath you.

Finney just stared at you, eyes wide like a does. "I-i don't hate you, Y/n." Finney frowned and gently scooted closer to you. He tentatively reached his hand out, brushing a few tears off of your cheeks. "I still want to be your friend. I just- you have to promise you won't treat me like sh- like crap anymore." You chuckled at his cover up swear. It definitely seemed like something he would do. You sighed and sat up a bit, resting your head on his shoulder. Finney tensed up, and you worried you had made things awkward.

"I don't deserve you, Finney." You murmured as you closed your eyes, almost nuzzling into his comfort a bit.

"Everyone deserves to be loved." Finney smiled, before he realized the implications of what he had said. A bright flush spread across his cheeks, but you just chuckled and reached out, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers.

"Thank you, Finn."

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #finney shaw #headcanon #finney x reader #robin arellano #vance hopper

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Hi so im the anon who requested the yandere wednesday x innocent reader and can you how wednesday became infatuated with the reader and how she snaps and finally decides to kidnap the reader after the whole darren and stacy thing sorry if im rewuesting this at bad time you can ignore it if you want

Hey, no need to apologize! You saved me from a boring Sunday lol

I hope I met your expectations!

Pairing: Yandere! Wednesday Addams x Innocent! gn! Reader

Warnings: overprotective behavior; argument; past trauma; confession;

Extra scene of Tu puridad

It was a curious combination: genuine innocence and sagacity. Wednesday had to admit, she could not imagine that someone like you was walking around this world, especially not walking around Jericho. You were kind, but straightforward; Talkative, but polite and educated. Serious and determined, but completely clueless. You were able to solve a mystery in seconds, and still fell for a trap like a child accepting candies from strangers. You even guessed who the Hyde was before Wednesday could — and you still accepted the vampires’ invite. You could’ve been killed. You would’ve if not for Wednesday.

How could you do something like that? Haven’t your parents taught you anything?

No, they haven’t. You explained to her a few months after you first met: during a botany class, a girl winced at you, and you replied with a thumbs up. Enid scolded you as soon as Mrs. Thornhill walked away, and you just frowned.

“Why would she?” You whispered back while Enid was about to shout at you. “I don’t understand it…This. Never mind.” Then you turned around and left the she-wolf talking to herself. You looked angry at first, but Wednesday watched you long enough to notice that you were confused. Genuinely confused. You were raised for your grandmother — a kind and lonely woman, who adopted a teenager once she had retired. Then the teenager, your mother, got pregnant and you were born. Then she disappeared — and it was just you and your grandmother all your life.

She taught how to solve puzzles, play chess, checkers, and how to beat anyone at the canasta. You helped her with her crosswords, with the cooking and cleaning, and you lived like that, just the two of you until she got sick. Jericho had a surprisingly good eldercare network and Nevermore would be a ‘perfect school for a smart kid like you’ — so you moved to the town.

You braved elementary school while your grandmother braved boxes of medicine; you came home every time not knowing if she would open the door for you — if she would remember you. When you got into High school, she couldn’t recognize you anymore, but she recognized her games. It was the only way to calm her down and it was the only way you could spend some time at home with her. You grew obsessive with it — puzzles, mysteries, games, anything that could stimulate your mind and your grandmother’s. You didn’t care about the teen drama or about who was winking at you — you cared about your brain, and about spending one more day with your gramma.

So it was really stressful to you when the teacher requested an extensive research project, in pairs, as the final assignment of the semester. You couldn't stay at school in the afternoon, so you had to invite Wednesday over to your house.

“I do not think it’s a good idea.” She looked suspicious. “Let’s do it in the library.”

“Okay: first, I can’t; second, why is it not a good idea? It’s just a research.”

“Exactly. Your house it’s a inappropriate place.”

“Half of my house is covered with puzzles and the other half is covered with manuals.” You were frowning at her, your expression deadly serious and stubborn. “Are you sure it is inappropriate?”

You argued back until Wednesday accepted to do the project in your house — and you were right. There were puzzles, games and manuals everywhere, and you two did not even need to land a book from the library. You had it all at home. And you didn't invite Wednesday to your room or anything like that --- no, you had your own little library at home.

It was very calm and serene until your grandmother woke up.

Wednesday heard glass being broken downstairs and your reaction was instantaneous — you jumped off your couch and rushed to the bottom floor.

“GET OUT!” She heard the scream before she could reach you. Your grandmother was holding a shard of glass, pointing it to you as if it was a knife. She was screaming and sobbing as if you were going to hurt her — as if you were a stranger, not her grandchild. She was the picture of madness herself and you remained calm. Kind. You behaved so gently that the crazy woman calmed down, let the shard go and hugged you, begging for forgiveness. And you forgave her. You smiled nicely at her and introduced Wednesday to her as a friend from school. Gramma treated her warmly and respectfully, she did not try to hug or kiss Wednesday. But she did offer her cookies — the worst Wednesday has ever had, and you ate it all. Because you were a family. An odd and unique family just like the Addams — but you were not supposed to take care of it all.

You were not supposed to look after your grandmother all by yourself — and you definitely were not supposed to be hurted because of your kindness.

That’s why she did what she did. That’s why she started to follow you around secretly and that’s why she got rid of those vampires. You were perfect for her family — as exquisite and devoted as any Addams — and no one else should touch you. Not Kent, not Darren, not Stacy — no one but Wednesday. She was trying to be subtle about her protection, about her feelings for you, about her own desires, but you had to disobey her. You had to ignore everyone’s warning and hang out with these filthy monsters. You gave Wednesday no choice: she had to act. She had to kill them and take you. She had to get you to her home — to your new home. To the Addams mansion.

She had to take you.

So imagine her delightment when you tried to escape — like any Addams would. You trapped Pugsley in the maze in order to run away from your prison. You urged freedom, and all kindness Wednesday knew from you instantly disappeared as soon as she reached you. You were climbing the gate when your gaze fell to her figure — to Wednesday, waiting for you on the other side. You gritted your teeth and jumped off, facing her with an expression she has never seen before — but that suited you so well.

“I do enjoy games, Wednesday.” Your voice was a growl. “But this one doesn’t make any sense. I have to go back.”

“Thing is taking care of your grandmother. You don’t have to worry about her any longer.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because…” Wednesday swallowed dryly. “Because I must.”

“Or else?” Her eyes were trembling. Your voice was growing louder as Wednesday started to shake in front of you.

“Or else I will never forgive myself.”

“WHY?” You screamed.

“BECAUSE I—” Her hands reached your neck in an abrupt movement: you flinched, expecting her to hurt you, but her cold touch was soft. Delicate. “I...love you.”

The way her voice entered your ears and her tears ran down her face made you shiver. Wednesday rested her forehead against yours, and you could hear her breathing. Deep, loud, shuddering. Vulnerable.

She wasn't lying, or tricking you, or torturing you.

Wednesday Addams loved you.

And, maybe...maybe you could love her too.

@knackhavk

#wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday x gn reader #yandere wednesday

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Chapter 1-Eleni

You don’t listen to rock.

Sounds from my youth sputter out Let’s dance to the dried-up melody I don’t think you listen to rock But I’d really love it if you got a lil’ closer to me -aimyon

“Do you listen to rock?” a voice like honey, sweet but also a little raspy. A smell of lemon, sour. Not so sour.

I opened my eyes and raised my head, I guess I looked shocked. The train of my thoughts came to a stop just as I got caught in two sharp dark eyes that looked back at me almost amazed, curious and there was something else... something I couldn’t yet name.

“Do you listen to rock?” He repeated, this time with even more sweetness in his voice. I felt lost, something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Why would a stranger knowledge me? Had I been transferred to a parallel world?

But I could still feel the wetness that the tears had left on my cheeks, the tiredness on my eyes and the redness of my face.

I sighed. I hated sweets.

“If your job is to promote rock bands, do not waste your time here.” I answered as I got up and stretched my arms. How long had I been sitting there? My body was so stiff, I was afraid it would crack if I moved.

“You didn’t answer my question.” he adverted his eyes, there was a half moon smile without happiness in his face. Was he disappointed? He seemed disappointed.

I hated disappointing others.

“No, I don’t.” I answered with a small voice.

“Ah I knew it.” His smile grew bigger, showing excitement. That bright smile must have been his strongest point.

“Here. Let’s listen to rock.” He offered me one of his airpods and I just stood there, confused about everything, his actions to begin with*. I was a stranger to him, he was a stranger to me*, so why?

Why did I accept it?

There was a little distance between us but none of the passers seemed to notice our existence outside that old convenience store whose owner always nagged about how I spend so little and cry so much. It seemed like we were parted from everyone, just me, the boy and the music flowing from his phone.

It was a Japanese song, that I could tell. From a band i guess, because there were at least two vocalists and I doubted the instrumental part was also done by them. “Sorrows” and “lonely” were the only words I could recognize. The song started really...enthusiastically. It made you want to dance but contradictory to that, you could tell the song held a sad message and then the guitar break... It was screaming in sorrow. My heart started racing faster, there was something in their voices too, they blended so well.

And then it ended, in the same way that it started. It seemed as if they were able to express a part of their pain in the most melodic way and then go back to having a silent burdened heart.

It was a good song. A really good one.

“So?” he said and then I realized that I had totally forgotten about him and his weird way of recommending songs.

“Good” was all I could say as I started feeling conscious about this absurd situation. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You seemed like you needed a distraction.” that smile again, warmer this time. I wasn’t expecting that, not these words, nor that smile.

“Ah, right! Charity work to sad lonely girls.” i whispered and removed the airpod, frowning. Was he trying to take advantage of me?

“My name is Wonwoo. Everyone calls me Wonu.”

“And?”

“And let’s be friends.” What a weirdo. I thought, but still nodded at him and by the end of that day I had made my first friend, ever. And everything that happened afterwards, happened because of him.

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What if my life was a book?

Who am I lying to, a life this uneventful is not even worth living let alone writing (and publishing). But still, let’s assume that I am not April and that my life is not a straight line.

Actually this brings back some memories. There was this girl in my class during elementary school, called “Eleni”. Everyone used to ask her whether the name started with a “h” or not, like “Helen”, totally igoring the “i” in the end. But Eleni would always answer with a grace rare for a child, saying “No, just Eleni. E-L-E-N-I. I am half greek and Eleni means sunshine.” And then put on her perfect innocent smile, living up to her name. Kids used to love Eleni and she was the center of everyone’s attention. Girls wanted to be best friends with her and boys used to say some lame jokes just to get her attention and I would always watch them from afar and wonder; Why wasn’t I full of life and beautiful like the month i was born in and even named after, like April is supposed to be?

I just wasn’t born to be the main character. Even my life seemed to treat me like a side one.

I told this to Wonwoo but he gave me one of these here-you-go again looks and continued to fix the books based on their heights.

After that weird interaction outside the grocery store, we exchanged our phone numbers and started texting each other song suggestions, which was something unusual but at the same time, entertaining. It was fun talking to him and easy, it still is.

That’s basically how I ended up here, giving him company while he does his job as a part time employee at the only library in our town. We know a little about each other but I guess that’s the best part of it. I am scared of words, they tend to lay me down and I have never been a fan of big knowledge so this: him, me and the quietness of the library is enough.

Or so I thought.

"Is she still like that though? He broke the silence between us but my mind had already drifted away.

"Who?" I asked.

Wonwoo fixed the book he was holding and smiled at me, more like a smirk because I could tell that he was hiding something.

He did not go to get another book.

"Eleni."

"Oh, her." I thought we were already over that topic."I don't know. I haven't seen her since then."

"Uhmm.” He was watching me thoughtfully through the little free spaces left on the bookshelf and I was sure that his brain was processing something that I most probably would not like.

"Cmon, tell me." I insisted and sat up from the old vintage chair I had been resting on. The library wasn’t that big but not that small either. It contained large and tall book shelves that took most of the space, some rounded tables and overused chairs. It was simple, the smell of old books was everywhere.

"Nevermind."

"Wonwoo, tell me." we were standing in front of each other now, our backs touching the wooden furnitures behind. I was trying to look serious and threatening but my expression was failing me.

"I think April fits you perfectly."

next: chapter 2

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