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Hello I noticed that you posted something about Tsurune I love that anime and I was wondering if you could write scenario where Masaki meets his brother's photographer friend who shows up to the boys tournaments and he starts developing a crush on them.
Masaki Takigawa + Brother's friend
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Even after all this time, and all the tournaments, Masaki still got nervous at the start of each one.
It seemed to be worse now that he wasn’t participating. The hopes and dreams of the students he coached feeling heavier than his own. His teachings effecting their dreams, but having no tangible way to alter the outcome from the sidelines. He tried to keep it inside though.
“Oy! Masaki!”
He turned at the sound of his name from a familiar voice. Seeing Ren waving as he walked up. Another person in toe. “Nii-san, what are you doing here?”
“I was in town for some reference work on a new book, so I thought I’d come and see the tournament. You told me about it over the phone, remember?” He vaguely remembered that. “Oh! This is [Y/N]-chan. They’re a photography journalist major at the university. They’re interning with the publisher, so I had them tag along.”
“Nice to meet you.” [Y/N] said with a small bow. “I hope this isn’t too much of a surprise, or disturbance.”
“Not at all.” Masaki assured. “It’s a public event. So all are welcome.”
“Masaki-chan is the coach. But he’s also a great kyudo archer too. And a great guy.”
“Nii-san!” Masaki hissed at Ren’s compliment, while he and his guest laughed it off.
“Well, I’m sure it will be great to watch. I wanted to take some pictures. For my portfolio. We won’t get in the way.”
Masaki nodded and his brother & friend went off to the sidelines for the rest of the tournament.
He didn’t talk to them for nearly the rest of the day. He’d catch sight of [Y/N] now & then. Behind the lens. Hunched down to get a better angle. It was very familiar to him from being around Ren, but he still smiled a little at seeing their passion.
After the tournament was over, Masaki came over to talk to [Y/N] and his brother again. The two already scrolling through the photos. “Did you get any good ones?”
“A few.” [Y/N] replied. Handing him the camera to scroll through himself.
It was only a few pictures in and he could see they were very talented. Very being a still image, there was still a lot of movement to the photos. An energy. A liveliness. He flipped through a few more before he came across a photo of himself. Looking pensive as he waited for Minato to release his bow.
“Sorry. I guess I should have asked if you were ok with your picture taken. I can delete it if you want.”
Maskai blinked and released the breath he was holding. Like he had been in the picture. He handed the camera back and told them, “no. It’s ok. You can keep it if you want.”
[Y/N] smiled. “I can send you a copy? Of the whole roll I mean. That way you guys have some nice pictures of your events. They’re not professional, but it’s a start.”
“Not professional yet.” Ren chided with a wink before he nudged [Y/N] playfully.
“I would like that.” Masaki agreed. Gladly handing over his contact information to get the copies.
“I’ll send them to you later tonight. Once I go through the bad ones. Just text me to make sure you got them. Or…if you want to grab a coffee or something.”
The blunette looked a little stunned before [Y/N] jogged off. “They like you.” Ren cut in, knocking Masaki out of his stopper. “They said you were cute.”
Masaki turned bright pink and nudged his brother in the shoulder. “Nii-san!!” To which Ren laughed, but still didn’t try to stop him when he texted [Y/N] later.
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marshieee · 4 years
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"Blue Bells"
Takigawa Masaki x Reader.
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"Masaki-kun"
As he draw the last bow hitting directly at the middle of the target, he sighed as he finally turned around.
"Y/N"
He was surprised as he saw you, smiling lightly he began to walk towards you.
"What brings you here?"
You showed him a potted plant, confusion was written all over his face as he raised an eyebrow at you.
"What's that?"
You rolled your eyes as you walked pass him and placed your bag around the corner,beside his small drawer. You decided to pay him a visit in his shrine.
"It's blue bell silly"
You turned around and faced him still holding the plant in your hands.
"I see, so? What are you gonna do with it?"
"Plant it of course"
"Plant it?"
You nodded as you smiled at him, he sighed and smiled at you while placing his hand in his hips.
"Is that so? Why did you decided to bring a plant HERE and decided to plant it HERE, as you can see we got a plenty of flowers already"
"You know for a priest you sure got a lot of questions"
"Oh do i?"
You looked at the plant that you're holding.
"While i was on my way here i came across this small flower shop and then i saw this cute little plant that was displayed in front..."
You smiled as you looked up at him.
"....it reminded me of you so i bought it!"
Taken back by your statement a light tint of pink started to color masaki's cheeks. You turned around as looked for a good place to plant the flower beside the courtyard.
"Give me that i'll handle that for you"
"Really? It's ok i can plant it myself"
"Don't worry I'll find a nice place to plant the flower"
You handed him the pot, he placed it beside of his drawer.
"I'll plant it later after i finish here"
You looked at the target, you could say there are around 40 to 50 arrows in it? Some are outside besides the target around maybe 6 arrows?
"What are you doing?"
"Shooting?"
You rolled your eyes at his statement, you grabbed a cloth and placed it in your arms.
"I can see that"
You stretched out your arm as began to whistle.
"Fuu! Come here!"
A beautiful white owl started flying towards you as it landed at your arms. You started to coo the cute owl.
"What i mean is why are you shooting"
Still busy petting the owl, fuu started to rub it head in your cheeks making you tickle. Seeing you giggling masaki's heart can't help but melt.
"Nothing i just want to shoot, you know I'm a coach now so i can't be rusty so practicing a little wont hurt."
You hummed as you still continue petting fuu. Masaki started to walk towards you, as soon as he reached you he tilted your head as a planted a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls back, nose touching each other he smiled at you.
"Thank you for the flowers"
"You're very much welcome"
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dulcetscen · 4 years
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hey :) do you write for tsurune? if you do, can i request something for masaki where reader-chan is the hairdresser he goes to when deciding to cut his hair? i hardly find any fanfiction/scenarios for this man T3T please and thanks
I’m personally biased to long hair Masa-san, but honestly I’m convinced that he’d look good in anything. Thank you for requesting, sorry for the terribly long delay. 🤍
“It fits you, Takigawa.”
He caught your eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he fiddled with his hair — his much shorter hair.
A hand raking through his navy strands as he turned to face you, a light smile pulled at his lips.
“I knew I came to the right person.” He glanced back to the mirror, the new look something he’s yet to get used to. “I didn’t think it would turn out this well.”
“So you like it?” You asked, stepping closer to him and placing a gentle hand on his arm, leaning into him as you watched him in the reflection.
“Do you like it?”
An eyebrow raised at his question, as if your opinion mattered more than his, the client.
“Don’t you?”
He turned to face you, his faint smile still pulling at his lips.
“I do, but your opinion means a lot to me, you know.”
Your opinion. It was your opinion that Takigawa would look amazing with anything. Give him a clown wig and he would still somehow make it work.
He looked as perfect now as he did with his shoulder length hair that was often pulled back in a loose pony.
As much as you loved the look of his longer hair, something about this new cut made your heart flutter, and your hands grow a little clammy at the attention Takigawa gave you as he waited for your answer.
Who cares about the hair cut, he looked perfect.
He always has.
“I love it.”
His smile grew at your response, nodding in agreement as he looked down at you.
“Then I love it, too.”
He was perfect in your eyes.
Almost as perfect as you were in his.
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