#rurikawa yuki imagines

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG July 2023 [Rurikawa Yuki & Fushimi Omi Actor’s Interview]

MANKAI Company Ranking

In addition to being actors, Yuki and Omi also support the theatre company behind the scenes as its costume maker and photographer.

They present the charms of their troupe members in a ranking format from their perspectives which differ from an actors.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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RANKING: The person who unexpectedly likes to be spoiled

1st PLACE: AZUMA

“It feels like everyone naturally listens to him too”

Yuki: Likes to be spoiled, hm… well, a few people come to mind immediately.

Omi: Oh, who did you think of?

Yuki: Speaking of unexpected, I guess I’d say Itaru. Isn’t he good at asking people for favours? He’s asked you to make late night snacks for him when he’s busy, hasn’t he?

Omi: Well, I enjoy doing that too.

Yuki: That Ma for you. I knew you’d say that. Who do you think of then?

Omi: If I have to pick, then I suppose Masumi.

Yuki: Mmm, is Masumi like that? Doesn’t he only act that way towards you?

Omi: Haha, I don’t think so. Also, he may not be aware of it, but Tasuku doesn’t hesitate to give me requests for the side dishes in his bento. That might fit the definition, in a way.

Yuki: Yeah… I can see that. Tasuku can be pretty dense, after all.

Omi: But the most surprising one might be Azuma-san. It’s natural for him to ask for things, so it feels like everyone naturally listens to him too.

Yuki: That might be true now that you mention it… he’s good at puppy-dog eyes and he’s smooth at asking for favours. I guess Azu-nee fits the most out of everyone we just mentioned.

RANKING: The person who (seems to) have bad sleeping habits

1st PLACE: MISUMI & JUZA

“For instance, Guy doesn’t move at all, so I thought he died”

Yuki: Doesn’t the answer have to be Misumi and Juza?

Omi: Those two names do come up a lot when we talk about bad sleeping habits.

Yuki: Moreover, there are guys who don’t have bad sleeping habits, but they sleep in weird positions. For instance, Guy doesn’t move at all, so I thought he died.

Omi: There are some members who have unique sleeping positions. I’ve seen a video before where Homare-san was sleeping like Tutankhamun.*

Yuki: You’re talking about that bonus footage, right? I thought he was doing it on purpose when I watched it.

Omi: With so many members, it’s interesting how everyone also has all sorts of different sleeping positions.

RANKING: The person who takes short baths

1st PLACE: TSUZURU & MISUMI & JUZA

“I was surprised he only took 5 minutes before coming out once.”

Omi: I’ve never really paid attention to everyone’s bath time. But I think Tsuzuru, Misumi, and Juza’s are pretty short.

Yuki: Not to mention Itaru when he’s busy with his hobbies. I was surprised he only took 5 minutes before coming out once.

Omi: That’s short, alright. Now that I think about it, I imagine Sakyo-san doesn’t stay in the dorm’s bath very long either. He stays in a hot spring for quite a long time though.

Yuki: Sakyo? I think so too, now that you mention it.

Omi: On that note, I feel like most of our company members only spend a short time and don’t take very long baths, huh?

Yuki: I guess you don’t have to be that thorough in the bath if you’re not that beauty-conscious.

RANKING: The person who eats a lot

1st PLACE: CHIKAGE

“I have to watch my figure so I don’t get banned.”

Yuki: Misumi was the first one who came to mind, but he’s a special case… If we’re talking unexpected, then Chikage eats a lot, doesn’t he? Well, all he eats is spicy food though.

Omi: Even when I serve him non-spicy food, he adds spice to his own taste and finishes it. Even if the portion is a little too large, he cleans his plate without leaving any leftovers. I appreciate that.

Yuki: In any case, everyone’s a guy, so everyone eats a lot.

Omi: A lot of them are still growing. I feel a sense of satisfaction every time I see that all the food I made has been eaten clean.

Yuki: As the costume maker, I don’t actually care how much the other members eat as long they maintain their figure like Chikage. But if they can’t keep their shape, then I’m banning them from overeating.

Omi: Haha. I have to watch my figure so I don’t get banned.

RANKING: The person you think is cute

1st PLACE: YUKI

“You should know the answer without me telling you, right, Ma?”

Yuki: You should know the answer without me telling you, right, Ma?

Omi: Haha. Yuki’s the cutest.

Yuki: Exactly.

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*References the Infiltration Boys’ Night! training camp backstage story

#a3! #a3! translation #rurikawa yuki #fushimi omi #act! addict! actors!

[banzaitaka]

Summer Troupe's kisses

Tenma Sumeragi, Yuki Rurikawa, Muku Sakisaka, Misumi Ikaruga, Kazunari Miyoshi x gn! reader

Currently workin on that Nico x male reader oneshot while typing away bit by bit on other requests as well

Just did this to keep my fingers goin

Spring Troupe's kisses

Autumn Troupe‘s kisses

Tenma Sumeragi...

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...kisses you as if you are the one asking for it. It's the embarrassment speaking when he rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss you. He's attempting to tease you to avert any and all attention from how flustered he actually is. Oh, you missed him so much that you want a kiss? Okay, fine, come here.

But believe me when I say he's overjoyed on the inside. You can feel it in every kiss, since he makes it his mission to put all his feelings into it so you can feel the things he's too embarrassed to say.

Yuki Rurikawa...

...kisses you when he feels like you deserve it. He's a critic and will tell you his mind without much of a filter, if any at all. There is just no reason to sugar coat it. And since he wants you to do your best and realize how much you can do, he made it a rule to give you a kiss everytime you did something good. Only in private though. It's light and soft, innocent, and always aimed to your cheek. He's not ready for kisses on the lips yet.

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Muku Sakisaka...

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...kisses you with much hesitation. His heart already beats 10x faster than normal when he grabs your hand, so imagine how he feels when it comes to kisses. Cue him overthinking about anything there is to overthink. Location of the kiss, kind of kiss, lenght of the kiss,...

He wants every kiss he gives you to be a good one to you, so you still want to kiss him the next time. So he forgets his age and that a peck on the cheek is already more than enough.

Misumi Ikaruga...

...kisses you three times. Three is the number of corners and sides triangles have. And triangles equal love. And you are the one he loves. So see it as an extra sparkle of affection besides the kisses themselves. His kisses are loud, and with that I mean the 'mwua' he makes whenever he kisses you. It adds a certain playfulness to the kisses which he really enjoys. His kisses are just loaded with energy, having the goal to make you giggle and hyped up as well.

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Kazunari Miyoshi...

...kisses you a lot. Good morning kisses, goodbye kisses, hello kisses, goodnight kisses, and everything in between. A day with him is just filled with smooches and pecks. He just loves kissing you that much, and isn't shy about it either. Whenever he thinks you're being cute, mwua, there, a kiss to the cheek, no matter who is watching. Let them look and see what a lucky guy he is to have you as his partner.

If you are being just as kissy as him, prepare yourself to be blessed by the sight of the lovestruck smile on his face.

#a3 #a3 x reader #tenma sumeragi #tenma sumeragi x reader #tenma sumeragi x gn reader #a3 x gn reader #misumi ikaruga #misumi ikaruga x reader #misumi ikaruga x gn reader #kazunari miyoshi #kazunari miyoshi x reader #kazunari miyoshi x gn reader #muku sakisaka #muku sakisaka x reader #muku sakisaka x gn reader #yuki rurikawa #yuki rurikawa x reader #yuki rurikawa gn reader #x reader #x gn reader

[primeministerofantarctica]

YUKI RURIKAWA PROPAGANDA POST for @eggcrackerbracket 2023

A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!)'s Yuki Rurikawa is...an incredible character. 14 years old at the start of the game, he's one of the youngest characters but has the drive and confidence most adults can only dream of. Not only is he one of the actors in the in-game acting troupe (it's a game...about actors...), he's also the principle costume designer and tailor, something he takes great pride in and absolutely rocks at. He's snarky, sharp-witted, and doesn't tolerate crap from anybody. And on top of all that, he's also just. Straight-up gender-nonconforming.

He likes cute dresses, he looks good in cute dresses, he's going to wear cute dresses. Yuki's very clear about identifying as male, being quick to correct people who misgender him, he just happens to be a boy who likes frilly skirts and thinks societal expectations are fucking stupid. And while it's all but blatantly stated that he developed his abrasive personality as a defense mechanism against bullying, in-game none of the other characters give him shit for it. It takes at most like five seconds for them to go "Oh, you're a guy? Okay, cool. Anyways." The one time he does encounter bullies in the story proper they are portrayed as very clearly in the wrong (and pathetically narrow-minded).

I want to reiterate: this is a middle schooler who regularly flips off gendered expectations despite the backlash because he'd rather be true to himself. Yuki Rurikawa is cooler than you. And me. And literally everyone else.

That's already awesome for a cis male character, but there's also a pretty decent argument to be had for headcanoning him as transmasc as well. In a flashback, another character recalls meeting him when he would have been about four or five and assuming he was a girl because he wore "girl's clothes"; while these types of games don't really concern themselves with being realistic the average child in that age range does have their outfit choices at least overseen by their parents, so five-year-old Yuki either had the chillest parents imaginable or he was wearing girl clothes because, well, that's what people assumed he was.

Whether you headcanon Yuki as cis, trans, nonbinary, or anything else, in the end his genderqueerness is an immutable aspect of his character. His first motif song, "Minority", even reads very strongly as a trans allegory (albeit unintentionally). He's helped me embrace the traditionally "girly" stuff I still love - the frilly skirts, the fairytale princesses, the pink and ballerinas and flowers - and know I can still like that stuff while still being a whatever-that's-not-a-girl (jury's still out :P) because gender is only what YOU make it and nothing else.

In conclusion: Stan Yuki Rurikawa (and vote for him on the bracket! Please 🥺)

#astra rambles #a3! #yuki rurikawa #yuki my BELOVED the light of my life <3 who is sometimes an asshole and that's okay <3 #incredibly grateful for the opportunity to be not normal about him #*wipes away a single tear dramatically* #Youtube

[faeflowerz]

Happy Birthday, Epel Felmier! 🍎

Its AppleJack's birthday and I am fuckin gagging to give him some love! I'll sound like a broken record, but he grew on me over the time we got to know him. I was definitely drawn to him because of his cute face. Fuck, hes so cute. You don't understand, I love gap moe guys like Epel. Him and Yuki Rurikawa hit my buttons just right!!!!!

But I won't gush about it here. I don't wanna scare yall.

So, Let's chat about Epel!

Okay so his birthday interview confirms a lotta stuff we already know: he's got short man syndrome. Small, upset and sometimes overcompensating for something. If you ask me, his feral side is funny. Like Riddle, he's got a temper when you mention his size. But like, how many people enjoy these two for that exact reason? Everyone. 

Anyway, Epel’s first interaction with Vil probably was fateful. We find out when he got her, Vil was already picking over him before he got sorted. He was a little dirtball with a bumpkin accent (someone sold me on the idea of him sounding Canadian. Look up Newfie accents. Do it). His resentment is strong when he's criticized for his looks. And now he's here.

I think Epel was put there for both his pretty boy facade and his relentless efforts to change himself. His biggest hurdle is his insecurity. So much so that he's predictable. Floyd has to tell him to pick a different dorm because everyone knows him as the "i wanna be sporty" guy. And Floyd is right. Epel is narrow minded about what he wants to be that he's not considering who he is now.

Sure, he's cute. But he's also smart, realistic, reliable, and earnest. Epel tells you how he feels in his own way. You see him get angry sometimes, but it's justified. He punctuates some of his opinions with 'i think' and 'maybe'. A lot of pauses because he is thinking about what he says before he says it. This prevents his accent sometimes but also gives him time to be careful of how he talks to others. We see when he's in his element (the Harveston event) he's a lot more extroverted, jolly and sweet. And he's a romantic too. The way he talks about his gparents is so cute!! He's such a sweetheart. Epel likes cute things. He just resents being stereotyped.

As a Taurus, he's also stubborn as fuck, which is why he can't see the forest for the trees. Epel's growing up to be someone who is strong and noble, but he thinks his appearance holds him back. That's why Vil is so hard on him. He has traditional ideas of gender, power dynamics and strength. It's kind of toxic.

Growing up around older people probably didn't help him expand his horizons. So someone like Vil or Lilia seems foreign to him. Lilia chooses to be small. He chooses to dress as a little guy all while knowing his true worth. Lilia’s lab coat story is really a great interaction because Lilia seems to be more relatable to Epel, making him receptive to what he has to say. Lilia broke thru the insecurity and guarded emotions he developed. 

I remember someone gently criticizing his special magic because unlike deuce, it seems counterproductive to his development, which I guess is trying to say his magic doesn't fit him? I don't think so. Sleep Kiss is versatile since it is pretty offensive as well as defensive. It's also a scary one too since you're at his mercy when you're asleep. Epel wants to protect his friends and family so his quirk reflects something that will defend them. So i think it's a reflection of Epel needing to play into his strengths as a shield rather than a sword, yanno?

He wants Leona as a brother and I think it's a good match. Leona and Epel are pretty independent guys, but I think Epel may be a bit too active for Leona. Still, I think they'd be cute together in general. I also think a good big brother would be Lilia. Not only is Lilia a fuckin beast, he's also wise and trained in combat. I could imagine them doing all types of friendly tussles, which would give Epel the wake up call he needs. 

And of course he wanted to go to Savanaclaw which I also disagree with. Yeah, he can go to SC, but considering how traditional he is, Igni would be a lot more beneficial. Epel's into magical wheels, which, C'mon Disney. Give us some magic wheel racing cards. I need Deuce n Epel in jumpsuits. Anyway Epel's interest in magi wheels is pretty cool. It's how he and Deuce bond in Chap 5. 

Actually comparing the two, their reactions to Vil are very different. Deuce willingly takes up on Vil's lessons because he realizes how machismo he is. Deuce is a former bad boy and we can tell he's not quite comfortable with some parts of his identity. The only pink thing he owns is a garish leopard suit for some reason? Deuce had to admit his faults over the course of the story and he's coming to terms with who he is. Epel is still struggling. 

In chap 5 + 6, I think we are cracking into his vulnerability. His meltdowns are justified because Vil oversteps his boundaries sometimes. Teaching Epel about breaking society's standards is great! Using him to get back at a guy he's got nothing to do with? Not. Epel's already gunning to overthrow him one day (just like Ace) so making it a vindictive thing will probably blind them from realizing how close they're growing. Epel will see that his dorm leader had good intentions of teaching him and Vill will see that he needs to be more accepting to people who don't fit his idea of beauty/perfection. 

So what do I hope for Epel? Aside from longer hair, I wanna see him accept himself. Epel isn't comfortable in his own skin. That's really what a few of these guys need. They need to accept themselves, flaws and all. I hope the chapter gives Epel a good resolution to compliment his magic. He's a sweet guy and I'm glad we got to see more of him!

Happy Birthday, Big Mac!!! 🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

#Twisted Wonderland #epel felmier #faes character reflection #writing

[nanamisflowerfield]

idk why but i just love these three so much. Can I have tenma, yuki, and kazu with a s/o who's a kpop idol/trainee??

Of course!~ I hope that you like it! Have a great day!~

🌻 You were a kpop idol?! Wow! Then Tenma and you had one thing in common and that was your popularity! While your boyfriend was an actor of theatre and movies and very known in Japan, you sung your great music during concerts and had a big fanbase! Many people all over the world knew you!

🌻 He is very proud to have such a great and talented s/o! Like you were so cool and creative!

🌻 Sometimes you two help each other with some movements. As a great actor, Tenma knows how to stay and move on stage, which is why he will always try to help you and appreciate your help too.

🌻 He talks to you about your music and is smiling happily, whenever the orangehead may listen to one of your songs.

🧵 Denies that he hummed one of your songs and walks off, so he can cool down his blushing face.

🧵 He is like many other ones, very supportive. So supportive, that he will make all your costumes and help you with your clothes! His s/o just has to look great!

🧵 Secretly listens to your songs, when he is all alone and misses you, while you are singing on concerts.

🧵 Shoots many photos of you, when Yuki sees you on magazines, posters or merch. Especially, when you were his designed clothes!

📱 Kazunari will make so many photos and selfies of and with you! He just wants to show the world who you belong to and what a great and famous s/o he has!

📱 During some instablam stories, your music will be in the background or will be hummed by him!

📱 The blond actor will visit your concerts and film you. (He will also try to sing the song, but his Korean is a little bit too bad… But he will try his best to learn the language for you!)

📱 Smiles like a sweet corgi, when you talk about your concerts or when he sees you winking at him during your songs and photo shootings.

#a3 imagines #a3 x reader #a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! x reader #act! addict! actors! #tenma sumeragi imagines #sumeragi tenma imagines #tenma sumeragi imagine #sumeragi tenma imagine #sumeragi tenma x reader #tenma sumeragi x reader #sumeragi tenma #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa imagine #rurikawa yuki imagine #rurikawa yuki imagines #yuki rurikawa imagines #rurikawa yuki x reader #yuki rurikawa x reader #rurikawa yuki #yuki rurikawa #miyoshi kazunari imagines #kazunari miyoshi imagines #kazunari miyoshi imagine #miyoshi kazunari imagine #kazunari miyoshi x reader #miyoshi kazunari x reader #miyoshi kazunari #kazunari miyoshi

[citowon]

Beware of Dog 🍒 Taichi Nanao

c4tb0y0: Ahhhhh that last masumi fic + hc was so cute and funny! I loved it so much, could I please request hcs for taichi with a gn!s/o who looks very intimidating on the outside but really they are a big softie anyways please have a nice day, eat + drink lots and please stay safe! <3

WAAAAAH ya girl just got slammed with 4 essays due this week. it’s why i’m actually writing this at 5:24 am right now, actually, i really wanted to get my ideas out for this one and get it queued so i can concentrate on my work! thank you for your patience. this reader’s personality is one of my favorites that i’ve written, and i hope you enjoy this total sweetheart and everything they fight for. 🌟

not to be one of Those Bitches™ but i love water- i don’t drink soda, only coffee when i need the rush, and juice and lemonade as a treat. please make sure to drink at least one glass of water per meal everyone! ...though i will admit i’ve only eaten one meal today, i think, i lost count. and because these essays are rocking my shit and i wanted to get beware of dog up today i’m not sleeping tonight and i’ll just take a phat nap after class and i have to type quietly so i don’t wake up my light sleeper roommate... i’m getting off topic. sleepy wave is a little silly sometimes. a lot of times, really. please enjoy yourself.

word count: 9154

tags: fic, gender neutral reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, i wouldn’t call it angst but yeah, there’s a bit of angst in there, cursing,  physical violence (no weapons fistfight)

summary: As your relationship with Taichi deepens, you would go through hell and high water to protect the ones you care about, and the feeling is mutual.

Sakyo should’ve known something was wrong the second he saw Nanao on his phone.

Nanao was a lot of things; young, brash, excitable, but never inattentive. Ever since the first tech rehearsal of The Stranger, he never picked up his phone, even with all its vibrating. He said something about “getting into the zone,” and Sakyo respected his choice to avoid the distraction. Sakyo has never seen Nanao even considering going back on his word after over a year of productions in Autumn Troupe, which was something to be admired, especially with how flighty he could be off the stage.

He was so used to every other actor checking their phone, though, that when Nanao picked it up today thirty minutes before the curtain rose on Fiery Mantou Fist, he didn’t even bat an eye. Nanao’s eyebrows were furrowed together as he took a giant, puffy-cheeked breath and typed something in determination.

Then Sakyo carried on without a second thought. What, was he supposed to do something? He was a grown-ass man; it wasn’t his responsibility to psychoanalyze everyone he passed by. All he wanted to do was set the Mantou Fist scroll prop before the show. Sue him, he was focused on the wellbeing of the play.

And Nanao was in the right headspace as well during the show, but right after he thanked everyone who congratulated him, he sped through his post-show routine and went back to his phone, which is how Sakyo made the connection and put two and two together.

He loomed over Taichi’s shoulder, the younger actor still typing away with full attention on the screen. Sakyo spoke up. “Oi.”

“AAAAHHHH!”

Sakyo lurched back, ears ringing from the scream. Damn. Maybe Bon was onto something whenever he called Sakyo an old geezer; one more screech like that and his hearing would go out. Then he really was done for, and as much as the Director made him want to play for keeps, this would be one bet he’d have to tap out on.

“It’s not what you think! I promise! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m-” Nanao swiveled in his chair, his face aghast and eyes riddled with fear, until he wasn’t. He blinked and his face reset, glancing at Sakyo with boyish, though minimal, guilt. “Oh, sorry, Sakyo! I didn’t see you there. Did you need something?”

Sakyo pinched his nose. His ears were still ringing. This was even worse than the last time someone fired a gun point blank next to him (don’t ask). “What… was that? Is something wrong?”

“I get scared easily. Sorry! I was just about to go outside, actually.”

“...Right.” Sakyo’s brain was so scrambled, even his common sense eluded him. “Don’t be out too late.”

“I won’t! I’ll be back before you know it!”

Sakyo just watched him leave as he pieced his thoughts back together.

Settsu piped up during the stunned silence. “Hey, Sakyo, real quick question. What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” he said lamely. “Do you think he’s in trouble?”

“He seemed out of it,” Hyodo chimed in. “He looked… worried?”

“If you’re not sure, then keep your mouth shut.”

“Like you would know.”

“I sure would! I’m great at reading people.”

As Settsu and Hyodo continued to bicker- really, it was only a matter of time before they started- Azami spoke up. “Well, I’m concerned. He looked like he was about to shit himself.”

“Maybe he is in trouble,” Fushimi wondered aloud.

That was all it took for Sakyo to get his head back in working order. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

He got complacent. Even after Azami’s abduction, he got complacent. Nanao was a good kid, and athletic enough to keep up with Autumn Troupe with ease, but he was small, and honestly, a little stupid. Of course he would be the glowing neon target on Autumn.

Was someone trying to fuck with Mankai again? Worst case scenarios drove through his mind. Nanao being blackmailed. Nanao in a street deal. Nanao as leverage- fuuuuck. What if an enemy family figured out the connections between Ginsenkai and Mankai? Taichi was a member close to Sakyo and the least capable in a fight. What if this was a ploy to start a gang war?

This needed to stop. This needed to stop before it even started.

Sakyo turned on his heel, voice unemotive but blood boiling. “I’m going to follow him.”

“Call me if anything’s wrong. I’ll check on him,” Fushimi called out.

Oh, if only something was just simply wrong.

Sakyo wished something was just simply wrong.

He cased the joint branching out- and found him in an alley relatively close to the perimeter. This was good news. Staying close to home turf meant he only needed to grab Taichi, sprint back to the theater, and then the abductors wouldn’t dare try entering and exposing their identity unless they were real stupid.

He clung to the wall, watching the interaction out of the corner of his eye. Taichi’s hair made him stick out like a sore thumb, but in front of him, someone virtually unnoticeable. Average.

So why did they carry themselves like a wolf with its claws wrapped around a deer?

Young. Young like Taichi, but their presence was so much bigger. Their face tightened into sharp features sculpted by the shadows of the alley. Taichi stared up at them in reverence.

Not flighty enough to be a thief, not charismatic enough to be a scammer. Yakuza, probably. Fresh meat. Too hopped up on the movies to realize it’s not all blood, guns and girls. No self-respecting seasoned family member would pull a stunt like this right next to the theater. Dumbass didn’t even know how to carry out an abduction.

Whispering. Sharp enough to register, quiet enough to be indecipherable. The mini-gangster stepped closer to Taichi. When they approached Taichi shivered and Sakyo saw red.

Time to intervene. Sakyo crossed his arms as he strode to the opening of the alley. “You got a problem with our man?”

“Sakyo-”

But they stepped forward before Taichi could call out his name, and held a dark-sleeved arm out to block him. “The fuck do you want?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Let him go.”

The corner of their mouth rose, flashing bared fangs. “Better idea, you turn around and forget you ever saw us.”

Sakyo rolled up his sleeves. “You wanna see yourself bleed?!”

“Bring it! I’m not letting him get hurt-”

“Stop!” Taichi yelled with his whole body. He sprinted forward, past the abductor and between the two. “Please don’t fight! Stop!”

“Outta the way before you get hurt!”

“Let me handle this myself!”

Despite their protests Taichi grabbed a hand from either person and smacked them together, forcing them into a handshake. “Sakyo! This is Reader! They’re the one I’ve been talking about!”

The gangster- Reader’s- hand went from tight fist to loose. Sakyo watched their stone-cold exterior fall to just plain dumbfoundedness.

Which was perfectly understandable, mind you. Sakyo opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to figure out something to say.

So Taichi just threw his hands in the air in a half-hearted razzle-dazzle move. “Suuurprise?”

Sakyo settled on, “It’s a… pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise?” Reader limply shook his hand. ”I’ve seen your shows. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look a lot paler in person.”

“People look different under stage lighting.”

“Sorry. My bad. Sorry.”

Reader hadn’t broken the handshake yet.

“I heard a lot about you from Nanao,” Sakyo said. “I hope you’re taking care of him. For your sake.”

“Sakyo, please don’t threaten my partner,” Nanao whined.

Reader nervously laughed. What a contrast to their demeanor. “It’s understandable. I’ve also heard about Autumn Troupe. Thank you for taking care of him.”

“You’re welcome.”

Reader still held Sakyo’s hand in theirs, but didn’t even bother to continue shaking. This had to be one of the worst alleyway confrontations Sakyo’s ever had in his career.

Nanao scratched the back of his head and turned to the other actor. “Are they looking for me?”

“Not once I get back.”

“Okay, cool. You see, I was actually in the middle of something…”

Actually, make that the worst alleyway confrontation Sakyo’s ever had in his career. Forget mortified, Sakyo felt just plain gross. Reader covered their face with their hands.

“I’ll just tell them you’re fine,” he said, then reconsidered. “You are fine, right?”

“Yes! Oh my god. Totally fine, I swear.”

“I’ll take my leave then.” Sakyo toyed with his glasses. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Reader.”

“Likewise,” Reader mumbled.

“I’ll be back soon, Sakyo.”

“...Bye.”

Sakyo couldn’t walk away fast enough.

“Haha.”

Taichi stared off into the brick wall behind him and couldn’t help but awkwardly laugh. “Hahaha. Sorry. I didn’t expect you to meet Sakyo like that…”

“It’s-it’s fine. He was going to meet me sooner or later…”

But that really had to be one of the worst ways to go about it, wasn’t it?

“He’s a good guy. Really! I know he seems scary. It’s because he is. He’s actually really scary. But only when he wants to be! Which is often, but that isn’t the point. He’s just... looking out for me.”

His gaze darted to you, teal eyes full of worry. You reached for his face and kissed him on the lips.

“I know,” you said, voice stuttering. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I… I just d-didn’t expect it. That’s all. Really.”

“I didn’t expect that either!”

“Yeah, I didn’t either.”

“No, not the Sakyo thing, I mean the… the thing that...” Taichi waved his hands around, trying to figure out the word. But it never came to him, so he just decided to wrap an arm around your neck, lead you closer, and kiss you back.

This boy really was going to be the death of you, huh?

When he pulled back, his smile was genuine. Small and sweet, cheeks flush and light with a sigh that soon escaped him. Oh, the things you would do to never let that smile falter. You’ve been dating for some time now, but the feeling’s always been there, flighty in the beginning, but easing into a comfortable, mutual love.

So you held him tight in your arms and said what was on your mind: “I love you.”

His head tilted to perch on your shoulder, and the arm that was already around your body rested along your neck. “I love you too.”

Oh, what you wouldn’t do to protect that love.

Ding-dong!

Your hand retreated the second the doorbell rang, and your mind ran through every hot romance tip you skimmed over back when you and Taichi first started dating. Your relationship started with two inexperienced people relying on teen magazines and dating advice sites, but it was awkward, and soon abandoned for the comfort of your prior friendship, but like, with kissing and flirting and stuff. Affection was casual and easily earned, and Taichi’s antics taught you long ago that you didn’t have to be composed in front of him; he loved you all the same.

But, well, this visit wasn’t exactly for Taichi’s eyes only.

Noise echoed through Mankai Company. You could hear shouts and conversations resonating through the halls and leading outside- not exactly enough to earn a noise violation, but at that volume where you know the neighbors have considered it.

Chest out, back straight, don’t fidget and don’t slouch. Taichi always insisted on escorting you home after a date, but you’ve never returned the favor. ‘It’s like meeting the parents,’ he said once on a coffee date, flustered and staring into his latte. ‘I’m sure you’ll meet them some day! But let’s not do that now!’

That was a few months ago. He requested you meet him at the dorms so he could escort you to a bowling alley arcade, but it was about the same distance from the dorms as it was to your house. Does that mean he wanted to show you off to his troupe? Does that mean he loves you? You knew that, you’ve exchanged the words with him countless times before, but is there another degree above just love? Did something shift in your relationship, and was it for the better or a step back? Did you mess up something? You hoped not. You really didn’t want to mess up with Taichi. You didn’t want to mess up in general, really, but not with Taichi, anyone but Taichi.

No one opened the door yet. You should ring the bell again.

Ding-dong!

“COMING!”

That was… decidedly not Taichi. You could hear heavy clunking against the wood floor as someone approached the door. Was the floor always that loud? Maybe these dorms were older than you thought.

“Mankai Company!” The door swung open. “Do you need…”

You stared down at a head of green hair. His chin rose as he met the eyes of an absolute beast of a person towering over him, stiff as a board and frightening as frozen hell, even with the little bouquet of flowers in their arms.

He squeezed his lips together before he finished the thought. “Do you need something?”

“I’m looking for Taichi.”

“The dumb dog?”

Ouch. You winced for Taichi. You noticed the teen in the threshold tremble, and held back a huff. Great work, Reader, you already scared one of the actors Taichi lived with before you even got his name.

He forced a stiff upper lip. “I’ll get him.”

Then he turned on his high heel- high heels indoors? Now that was extra- and shut the door. You watched him briskly walk through the window until he was out of view.

Well, you already blew it! Might as well relax.

You told yourself that, but while your body rested, your head was anything but relaxed. What if that guy was Taichi’s best friend in the whole entire company and you lost his approval just then? You didn’t want him to choose between his best friend and his partner. You’d feel awful if he had to.

You sighed, and looked down at the pansy bouquet in your arms for comfort. It was less of a bouquet and more of a bundle, with small blooms and no filler flowers, but the petals varied from bold white to crisp blue. You didn't know if Taichi had a favorite variety, but these were the brightest of the bunch, and Taichi deserved flowers as beautiful as him.

The door opened once more, and you straightened up, but dropped your gaze to meet the eyes of the boy that you scared off, or maybe even your boyfriend. After all, they were both small enough you had to lower your neck to make eye contact with them.

Instead you were greeted by a tight white shirt outlining absolutely shredded abs. You cast your eyes up and nearly balked at the glaring face that looked up at you. The man was six feet of pure muscle, still not tall enough to look down on you, but massive enough to overpower you. His stare was downright ghastly, only accentuated by the smear of black grease on his cheek, and under his fingernails, and… pretty much everywhere, actually. He smelled like smoke, sweat, and oil.

He scrunched up his nose. You felt a shiver run down your spine. “You got beef with Taichi?”

“No! No beef!” You nearly dropped your flowers, but forced yourself to be strong. “I’m here to pick him up.”

You scowled, hoping it would be enough to get this guy to step down. He scowled back. Great, now you were starting to understand what it was like to be on the receiving end of an intimidating face. You wanted to cry.

“For what?” Big Guy said. His voice was low like rolling thunder.

“A date.” You crossed your arms, growing defensive. “He told me to meet him here-”

“You’re Reader?”

“You know me?”

Big Guy averted his eyes. Was he embarrassed? “I’ve heard your name.”

“Oh. I’m his partner. How’d you know my name? Does he talk about me?”

“Uh…”

Sakyo walked back into the dressing room. They had already struck the Mantou Fist set, and in the corner all their costumes were neatly hung up on a rolling rack.

Fushimi practically pounced on him the second he entered the room. “You didn’t call me back. Is Taichi okay?”

“Settle down, Fushimi. He’s fine,” Sakyo said.

“What happened?”

Maybe in another world, he would’ve been more sympathetic. Had it been earlier, certainly, he’d try to cover for Nanao. But it was late and Sakyo was tired and Bon was going to throw a fit about wrinkles if he didn’t get his beauty rest anytime soon.

“He’s busy. He needed privacy with Reader.”

No one really broke the pregnant pause that came after. On one hand, good thing he was safe, but on the other...

“Good for him,” Settsu finally said, surprisingly quiet, like he just wanted to gloss over that fact. The others matched his volume.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, good for him.”

“Gross, you’re a voyeur. Barf.”

“...Yeah,” Big Guy finally said.

“Huh.”

“Come in.”

“Okay.”

That’s how you found yourself sitting in the Mankai Company lounge across Big Guy, who fetched High Heels along the way, the latter incoming with a pot of tea and cups.

“I’m Reader,” you said. Someone had to start the conversation, after all. You weren’t good at it, but it was a start.

“I know,” Big Guy said.

“I didn’t. Why didn’t you lead with that?” High Heels placed one of the cups in front of you, steam rising out from the ceramic. “I wouldn’t have gotten Juza to shoo you away if I knew you were the dumb dog’s partner.”

“Sorry.” You gently placed your pansies on the table, careful not to crush any of the petals, and wrapped your hands around the cup. “Wait, I was being shooed?”

Juza raised his hand to apologize. “Yuki thought that if someone tough like me greeted you, you wouldn’t hurt Taichi.”

“But I don’t want to hurt Taichi,” you said, crestfallen. You grew up tall, big and menacing, and you knew what a mysterious (read; shy) demeanor did to already established rumors, but still, you were taken aback. “I wouldn’t even think about it.”

Yuki poured Juza some tea. “We had a scare a few months ago. Sakyo said he thought the dog got caught up in a yakuza affair. Alleyway abduction or something.”

“Was it during Mantou Fist’s run?”

Juza and Yuki traded a knowing look. The former nodded.

“That was me.” You stared at your tea. “I just wanted to say hello and congratulate him. Sorry. Everyone thinks I’m a gangster, but I’m not. I promise. I’m not a bully or a punk either. I don’t do hard drugs, and I definitely don’t deal them either. Oh, on that subject, I don’t drink. I’m not a criminal, and I don’t pickpocket-”

“Do people really think that of you?”

“Yeah,” you said, and you stared at Juza when he said it in sync with you. “You too?”

“I still get punks tryin’ to pick a fight with me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

He waved a hand. “It happens.”

...To people with unfairly scary faces, sure, but that still didn’t mean he deserved to get caught up in fights!

Yuki sipped his drink. “For the record, If Juza has that reputation but acts like a sloth all day, then you’re probably okay with me. I don’t care about your image.”

“That’s good. I thought I scared you earlier.”

“I was not. Scared. Got it?” Yuki gave you a murderous glare that made you sink in your seat, but his ears were red. “The point is, Taichi really likes you. So unless you screw up real bad, you’re fine in my book.”

“But if you try to hurt him, you’re gonna have to go through us,” Juza said.

You and Juza were kindred spirits, you could already tell, and both suffered from being too naturally intimidating for your own good, but jeez. The way he leered at you when he said that made you feel like you were doomed to a Mankai firing squad execution if you ever made a misstep.

“Trust me. Whatever you think he’ll do, I’ll make it worse,” Yuki threatened. The dryness in his voice made Juza look like a Pomeranian.

“Okay,” you whimpered. “I will not do that. I will literally do anything but that.”

“Good.” The corners of Yuki’s mouth turned into a smile, but the way he said it made it so much more chilling.

“...Stop hazing Taichi’s partner.”

“Guhwuh,” you squawked.

Look. It wasn’t exactly a fine moment. You know this, and you aren’t ashamed to say you were scared, because really, who wouldn’t be when a strange new voice calls out from behind you and you turn around and literally not even a foot away is some rando with snowy white hair over one eye like a 2005 emo kid that somehow managed to sneak up on you despite being on edge this entire time and also up against a wall?

You digress.

“We’re just having a chat. The dumb dog said he’ll be downstairs in two minutes.”

“That’s fair. I was kind of early anyways, so it’s only natural he’s not ready yet…”

You trailed off, but the man continued. “He’s happy, Reader. He always is but he’s truly happy he met you. Don’t disappoint him.”

Juza may be a Pomeranian, and Yuki made your blood run cold, and it might’ve just been because of how caught off-guard you were, but this guy just won an Academy Award for Scariest Shovel Talk.

Then he had the audacity to yawn (rather cutely, you might add) and drink the rest of Juza’s untouched tea. “...Juza, how’s your bike?”

“Omi said there was a problem with the tank, but it’s a simple fix once he gets a replacement part. Tasuku’s driving to find a store that sells them right now.”

“How long has he been out?”

“Since noon?”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah. But he’s determined. Says he really wants to get this done today.”

“And Omi?”

“Trying to plug the leak.”

“That’s good.”

“Why?”

“There’s no one to stop me if I do this.”

You were about to ask what ‘this’ was when the man stuck out a half-hearted peace sign, shut his visible eye, and fell backwards. You jumped out of your seat to help him, but his back arched over the sofa and sent him somersaulting over the sofa, and he landed face-down perpendicular to the cushions.

You were speechless. “What the- oh my god. What just happened? Is he okay?!”

“It happens.” Yuki waved a hand dismissively.

“But- but he just-”

“It happens,” Juza repeated. “Hisoka does that a lot.”

“I- wh- um.” The man, Hisoka, let out a giant snore. You slowly sunk back into your seat. “...Okay.”

“Are these for the dog?” Yuki asked.

You shifted your gaze to where Yuki’s clear-coated fingernail was pointing. It was your flowers. “Um! Yeah! They are! I garden, you see, a lot really, it’s my hobby. But I’m not very good at it. They aren’t that pretty. I didn’t do a good job of fertilizing them last time I planted. You can see blemishes on this petal. And this one, too.”

“They’re his favorite flowers, you know,” Yuki said.

“Um, yeah.” You calmed yourself after your nervous rambling. “Yeah, I know.”

“Do you have any other varieties in your garden?”

“Yes! Yes, actually. I- um, he loves them, you know, so when we started… you know, being serious, I really got into pansies? Since he likes them. So I just have a lot of them now. Just a lot. My garden’s a good size so I still have a lot of diversity between plants but I have a lot of pansies. I kind of collect different species of pansies now. I’m trying to get some black devils. They’re purely black, but they have a little yellow spot in the middle. Kind of weird but in a pretty way. They don’t sell them in local nurseries since they’re so weird, even though I think they’re cool. Oh, but I have almost every other color though. But only with the black blotch in the center. Makes them look really stark and pop-arty compared to all my other flowers. The ones without the blotch are nice, too, but they just look so plain. I like raising flowers that most people think are too, oough, it’s ‘out there,’ you know? It’s like Bob Ross. Get a little crazy with it, haha. My hot pink pansies always bloom a little late compared to the others, so they’re still budding. But the others are coming along nicely. You kind of have to have yellow pansies, right? They’re a classic. I’m a really nontraditional gardener but yellow pansies are just a must. But I also have burgundy. They’re really unique and kind of tiding me over while I search for black ones. I’ve got two different purples, too. One of them is really dark, like, royal purple, but the other is lavender? Like, not lavender lavender, that’s a whole other plant, but like, the same color, lavender. Oh, and I really love these multicolored ones I have, they’re kind of a burnt red but the further away you get from the center they turn yellow. It’s so cool. They look like fire.”

“You should show him the fire flowers,” Juza said. To be honest, you really spaced out there, and totally didn’t expect either of the actors to listen to you, but sure enough, they seemed interested enough. Even if Juza made your prized plants sound like Super Mario power-ups. “He likes them.”

“You think so? That’s really convenient actually. They aren’t in full bloom yet but they will be soon.”

Juza nodded. “Taichi’ll like ‘em.”

“I’ll like what?”

“Seriously, what is up with people sneaking up on me today,” you half-hissed, half-squeaked.

“Sorry, Reader!” Taichi wrapped his arms around you in a back hug. You couldn’t resist the warm smile that spread across your face. “Yuki, Juza, have you met Reader yet? We’re dating.”

Yuki scoffed. “We’ve already introduced ourselves, made plans to go out for brunch every day of the week, and shared all our embarrassing stories about you.”

“Yuuukiiiii. Don’t make me look uncool in front of my partner. We’re dating.”

“You just love saying that, don’t you.”

“Of course I do! We’re dating!” Taichi spun on his heel to approach Yuki and clapped either of his hands on his shoulders. Yuki smacked them off and dusted off his blouse. “This is Yuki! He’s super cute and younger than me but he’s my mentor! I help him sew all of our costumes!”

“You saying cute people can’t master their craft, intern?” Yuki said, the humorous lilt in his voice betraying the sharpness of his words.

He slid beside Juza next. “And this is Juza! He’s a total man’s man! He’s everything I want to be when I grow up!”

“Hey,” Juza said, like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes talking to you. Then he pushed Taichi away. “Don’t get close to me. I smell like a garage gym.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, buddy!” Taichi snapped and finger-gunned in one smooth motion, then held out a hand for you. “See you guys! I’ve got places to be with Reader! We’re dating!”

You took his hand, and he led you out of the lounge. “It was nice meeting you two.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and get out, I don’t like rom-coms,” Yuki teased.

“Have a good time,” Juza said.

“Gsnrk,” Hisoka snored.

Metal met soft earth, and cracked the layer above it.

Your shovel was firmly planted in the dirt, but you kicked your boot along the edge to really sink it in, and heft some soil out of the ground.

Wheeew. Your backyard looked like a flower prairie in a neighborhood pocket, with cobblestone pathways to traverse between flowers, fruits and veggies, and- you know you might be biased here- it really was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. But man, keeping the yard in tip-top shape was hard work.

You rolled your shoulders and stretched, taking in the not-too-searing sun. It was late morning, and you really wanted to get things done before the day grew much longer and you had an afternoon sun beating down on you as you worked. It would be best for Taichi, too.

You’re not totally sure why he was so interested in helping you garden. Not even thirty minutes after he arrived, he already threw his shirt off to cool down, and was currently inside the house so he could make you some lemonade. He said it was so digging wasn’t as much of a chore to you, and joked about something like ‘being a malewife,’ but you were pretty sure he just needed a moment to recollect himself in the air-conditioned home.

Well, no matter, these cherry tomatoes weren’t going to plant themselves. You brushed your hand over your forehead, wiping off the sweat that pooled along it, and shook your head to flick back your damp hair. As you pushed it back, you noticed Taichi standing smack dab in front of the door, a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade in his hands.

“Hey!” You waved at him. The shovel was still set under the earth by your boot. “I’m gonna take a break. Let’s chill out for a second.”

He nodded, and you led him to one of your favorite places in the garden: the trellis bench. It seemed sparse when you first bought it, forged with thin cast iron bars that kept two seated and not much else, and a sweeping arch above the bench fortified with extra iron bars. Not that long ago, your parents once dragged you along to a winery. You couldn’t drink any of the wines, but you explored the vineyards instead, and were greeted by pergolas everywhere, with curls of grapevines along the wooden shaft. They inspired you to start your own little grapevine, and now, your grapes had already gone through two or three harvests as they tangled and twisted through the bars of the trellis. Right now, there were a few tendrils of flowering buds, but you could see the beginnings of grape bunches along the vine and metal, bright green and small.

And, as mentioned earlier, the bench kept two seated and not much else. You slid a nearby iron table by the bench, and gestured to Taichi to place the tray down. He did so.

When you sat you brushed against Taichi’s thigh, and huffed out a sigh. “I work out here all the time but I keep forgetting how easy it is to get winded.”

“Yeah,” Taichi said. He took a big gulp of lemonade.

“Tough work, right? It’s really not as fun as it looks. You know you don’t have to garden with me. I’m sure it’s not much of a fun date idea, and I’m kind of gross right now but if you just want to hang out inside-”

“Nope! It’s fine! I’m totally fine!” He finished the lemonade and immediately started pouring himself another serving. “I can handle it! Yep! No issues here!”

Your eyes lowered as you looked down at a cobblestone path and the greenery rising from between the cracks. “Okay. But you’d tell me if you don’t like it, okay? You’re really quiet today.”

“D-don’t worry about it! It’s not that important...”

“But you know me. I’m horrible at not worrying.” You held the hand resting in his lap. “Whatever it is, I’ll help you through it. I promise I won’t judge you, and if you just need to talk about it, I’m available too-”

Taichi blurted out, “It’s because you’re hot.”

Whatever you were thinking, it dissolved into nothing as your mind went blank. Taichi slapped a hand over his mouth and averted his eyes. You stared at the ground harder.

“I’m what?” You finally asked, still in disbelief.

Taichi’s voice was muffled through his hand. “‘S b’cus mure hot.”

HUH??? You thought.

“Huh?” You said.

“You're hot! I’m sorry!”

Your face blossomed bright red. “Th-th-thank you? I- um? Thanks? Er, why are you apologizing? Did I do something wrong-“

“No! No! You’re fine. It’s me. That was weird, I’m sorry-“

“It’s alright, I’m…” you smacked your mouth, hoping the dryness would fade and you’d make a coherent sentence. “…Just taken aback?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That was really out of line-“

“It’s okay? I’m not against it. I’ve just never… thought of myself as…” You cleared your throat. “No one’s ever told me that.”

“But you are.”

“I mean, not really. Not compared to other people.”

“Really? Never? Reader-“ Taichi grabbed your hand with both of his. “Reader, you definitely are.”

“But I scare everyone I meet.”

“But you’re the sweetest person I know.” He squeezed your hand. Your heart jumped. “You’re so pretty. I love you.”

You turned to face him, your head still spinning. “You’re serious? You really mean that?”

“I mean it.” He closed the distance and pressed a kiss to your hair. “I love you.”

Another on your forehead. “I love you!”

Nose. “I-“

Cheek. “Love-“

And Taichi held your warm face in his hand with an even warmer smile, and the last word, your name, on his tongue until you took it from him with lemon on your lips.

You were no good with words, but touch made it easier. Your hand trailed along his shoulder, barely hovering over bare skin brushing, shiny and sticky under the sun. Quiet support; I trust you. His lips moved in tandem with yours, soft and fond and appreciative. Tart, but traces of sugar clung to his breath. Poetic, hm? He was sweet on you, so open to everything that made you his Reader from your flaws to your strengths, and the type of person to welcome those attributes without question.

You took his bottom lip between yours and gently nibbled as he ran his hand through your hair and brought you closer. You continued wrapping around his lip and his hand tightened, clutching onto you like you were all he needed, and you fell in love all over again. I couldn’t have done it without you.

When you ran out of breath, you rested your forehead against his, eyes still closed.

“Thank you,” you whispered, so light and quiet, like simply speaking would break the calm. “Thank you for letting me love you.”

It’s late when you leave the karaoke club, red-faced with exertion and your hoarse voice begging you to stop, but your smile stretches to either side of your face, constantly trying to widen more than it can as you laugh.

Because it’s late, and karaoke gets you in a devil-may-care state of mind, and, well, Taichi is holding your hand, with your palm untouched but his fingers laced between yours, loose between the knuckles but refusing to break away.

It’s so amazing that he still makes you feel like this. Time has passed. The novelty of a relationship must’ve died down long ago, you’re sure of it now, and it’s no secret your feelings are reciprocated, but it’s something in the bounce in his step and the sunshine underneath his voice and the glitter in his eyes that makes your breath threaten to hitch every time he calls your name.

You’ve said it so often, but it never ceases to amaze you. This is love. This is love!

“It’s love!” You tug Taichi close to you, and bump against his arm with your own. “I love you.”

“Wh-! You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere, you’re going to make me blush!”

As if he wasn’t already. The lighting is dim on this street, but his voice is slightly shaky. You can tell. You drown in it every day you see his face.

Unfortunate, really. If you weren’t so immersed in it all, you would’ve noticed them approach before the leader did.

A young man stood before you, maybe a year or two older than you. His pullover hoodie covered his hair and left his face in a dramatic shadow. Classic look, but frankly, you thought, if you’ve seen one delinquent in a hoodie, you’ve seen them all, and yes, these were delinquents. You can tell by how he looked you up and down with a smug leer.

“Oi, it’s the giant from O High,” he called out. You instinctively moved one foot forward, and held an arm out to block him from Taichi. “You got some nerve stepping on our turf.”

“I’m going home,” you said.

“Should’ve gone a different route.”

“I go where I want. Leave us alone.”

“Look, we’ve got a tough guy!” The leader threw his head back like it was a joke. The hood slipped off his head. “I’ll leave you alone if you pay for trespassing on our territory. Sound good?”

You scanned the street with the corner of your eye. It was a small gang of delinquents, an even five including the leader, all eyes on you like a rat in a cage.

Taichi murmured into your ear. “Are you okay with this, Reader? What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing yet. I’ve got this. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Shut the hell up already. Give me your money, or it’ll go to your hospital bills once I’m done with you.” The delinquent sneered, black hair falling into his face, and then looked down at Taichi. “I’m talking to your little boy toy too.”

You didn’t even think as your gaze went dagger-sharp and steely, and stepped forward once again. “Don’t you talk to him like that.”

He shoved you back. You stumbled. “Awww. Did I hurt your feelings? What’re you gonna do about it-”

Taichi dropped low and swept the fucking leg.

While you regained your balance, the leader sure as hell didn’t. His ankle buckled and sent him to careening to the pavement while Taichi rose. “Reader, behind you!”

Your body moved before your mouth did, and you smashed a fist into one of the goons now approaching. “Taichi, what the fuck.”

He sent another kick up to the sky this time with a loud smack of rubber against flesh. You dodged the delinquent that staggered from the blow and toppled right next to you. “I learned kung fu for Chan in Mantou Fist!”

Goon #3, an ugly dog with chapped lips, tried to take advantage and hit you while you sidestepped, and you went on the defensive. “Taichi, what the fuck!”

“It was for acting!” Goon #3 landed a blow to your shoulder. A heavy thrumming pain spread across your arm as you hissed through clenched teeth. “I have an excuse!”

He dove to avoid a tackle from the biggest punk, then stuck a foot out to trip him. Hilariously, it worked. You swiped Goon #3 into Goon #5 and they both floundered as they smacked into each other. “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it!”

You spun on your heel to watch Taichi knee his opponent, and the leader slam you down. You sprawled onto the pavement, fresh blood searing against your back. Strands of black hair broke your vision as he pulled back and punched, over and over again, as you grappled and tried to throw him off.

You flung yourself to the side, disorienting him enough to kick him in the shin just before he shoved you aside. While you regained your bearings and stood, he did as well, and spat on the ground.

Wordless punch to his face. You didn’t like to fight, and maybe everyone kept challenging you because you aimed for the face, but nothing quite gets the point of ‘leave me alone’ across quite like a crushed moneymaker.

Someone behind you grabbed at your hair and sent you teetering back like a chair on its hind legs. You thrashed, but long nails kept you restrained while he charged a punch. “Get away from me!”

A flash of red and royal blue crossed your sight and twisted the bully’s arm. With his free hand, Taichi swiveled. Quick backhand to the face, hard chop to the hip, then he threw another kick, this one a blow against the leader’s stomach that knocked the air out of him. He bought you enough time to finally break free, and you threw a hook to your assailant. She held the nose you struck, and gave you the opportunity to fling her into the pile of Goons #3 and #5 just as they were reorienting themselves.

You ran to help Taichi, currently in a heated dodging stalemate with the leader, before the big guy threw himself at you. You cried out as he pinned you, and kneed his groin just as you fell to the floor. You swallowed down the stinging of the cuts on your knuckles, and slammed two punches to his chest, hoping it was enough to keep him down as you returned your focus to the lone bully remaining.

The leader huffed as he shot one, two punches out, retract, one, two punches. Taichi found himself in a pattern- left, right, sidestep, left right, sidestep, left, right, sidestep. He was getting tired, but so was the punk. It was stamina. He wasn’t muscular or beefy or really all that tough, but he was athletic, he’s worked hard, he can do stamina.

Left, right, sidestep. Left, right, sidestep. Left, right-

“Guhh,” Taichi gasped, pain blossoming from his side.

The wild look in the leader’s eyes went bloodthirsty, but he was slow returning his fist, and in a rush of now-or-never Taichi drew forward and shoved him away-

Just as Reader body-checked him into the bush on the other side of the sidewalk.

Taichi slapped a hand over his mouth on instinct. The shock was starting to set in as he watched you stumble to your feet, shaking out your head and bouncing on your feet as you stood tall.

A groan sounded from the hedge, but you snatched his hand before he could ask any of the questions spinning through his head. “We need to go.”

“Wo-rd?” His voice cracked. Damn. The most cinematic moment of his life and his voice cracked as he started to run.

“We’re going!” You broke into a sprint, and led him away from the faded light of the street.

You only stopped running when you ran into a gas station door. Literally. Like, you ran into the door expecting it to be a push, and nearly fell over as you realized moments too late it was a pull when you crashed into the glass with a hefty thump.

Taichi squeaked and pulled the door open as you shook off the incoming bruise. His breath was short and heavy, and you couldn’t blame him even if you wanted; your adrenaline was dying down, and the blunt soreness was already starting to set in. The clerk at the counter cast a strange look at you and Taichi as you held onto each other like crutches, and likely with a few bruises formed.

“What?” Taichi asked, his voice spacious and confused. He followed you as you strode down the first aid isle like a lost puppy. “What just happened?”

“I-” You grabbed a pack of band-aids and some painkillers. “It was self-defense. Either we defended ourselves or they beat and steal from us.”

“I know that! I know that. But what-” you ordered two all-day breakfast tacos, one Icee and one Coke. He continued as you paid. “Does that happen to you often?”

“Yeah,” You said. Forlornness settled in your face as you ordered an Uber on your phone. “It does. People think I’m some wannabe delinquent because I’m so big and tough and because I’m such an introvert.”

“Was that what happened?”

“They jumped us.”

“Honesty, Reader. Please. I recognized them from O High.” You and Taichi leaned on a wall as you gave him one of the tacos and the Coke. Dead fluorescent light highlighted the shadows on his face and the scrapes on your knuckles. “I see them skipping class all the time. Were they trying to mess with you?”

“...I didn’t recognize any features. But you’re sure? They must’ve followed me.” Your face fell. “I’m sorry about this.” You reached a hand out to hold him, but the overhead lights highlighted the not-quite-dry blood on your hand.

So you retracted it. Touch was easier than words, but- but- but you didn’t protect Taichi. How do you apologize for something so horrible?

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice wet. Tears prickled in your eyes and caught onto your lashes, but didn’t give you the solace of falling. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I’m sorry.”

You returned home quietly, Taichi in tow, and led him to your bed while you gathered more first aid supplies and ice packs.

“It’s not that bad- ah!” You placed an ice pack over the bruise on Taichi’s side. “Cold!”

“It is that bad,” you said. “Ignoring even minor injuries deteriorates your health.”

“I can take care of it myself. You haven’t even looked at yourself, but you’re way more bruised than me.”

“But this is…” You licked your lips, hoping it’d rehydrate your dry mouth. “It’s normal for me. But was this your first fight?”

“Yes,” Taichi said.

“Don’t make it a habit.” You held his face, searching for cuts. “It’s not good for you. You see someone roll up their sleeves to fight you, you turn around and run. You understand me?”

“But they were going to hurt you.”

“But I don’t want them to hurt you.” Your lip trembled. “I don’t want anyone to hurt you. You haven’t done anything to warrant that, and you don’t deserve to get hurt, and no one is allowed to hurt you.”

“But what about you?” Taichi countered.

“People’ve wanted to punch me out for so long now. I’m used to it.”

“But you don’t deserve that either!” Taichi cried, then hushed after he remembered the late hour. “It doesn’t even matter that I don’t want to see you get hurt, because you as a person don’t deserve to get hurt.” He took your right hand off his cheek, looked at it, and reached for the box of band-aids. “You do this thing where you constantly put yourself down for the sake of following what everyone else says, even though the ‘everyone else’ that you listen to are all just bullies and deadbeats.”

He dug into your box of medicine, and fished out a bottle and some cotton. “You fell on concrete. Let me clean your scratches.”

A single nod from you, and he went to work wordlessly, the quiet only interrupted by your occasional hisses as the alcohol sunk into your tissue.

Then he dug into your box of medicine and pulled out an ointment buried deep within. “This prevents infections.”

“You know a lot about first aid,” you observed, not quite courageous to say anything else.

It was the first time since the fight that you saw him smile, small but focused, as he held your hand and lightly applied the ointment along the web of scratches. “I don’t act like it often, but I’m still a big brother. I take care of people.”

“That’s kind.”

“I guess it is. I spend so much time caring for other people that it becomes second nature.” He wrapped gauze around the hand next. You didn’t even know you had gauze. “Wait, first nature. I get it mixed up all the time. But the point is that if I see someone I love in trouble, I want to help, simple as that.

“Researching kung fu was for role study, really. But really learning the techniques and moves, and then putting them on stage, it was…” He struggled to find the word. “It felt like what I was doing was right. You know? I’ve spent so much time surrounded by my friends who are the toughest guys I know, and my siblings who are learning to stop crying when they get hurt, and you, someone who is so strong and patient, that I realized how out of my league everyone was compared to me.

“I didn’t realize until after learning how to fight that it made me feel like I can help people before they need it. It’s prevention.” He tied off the gauze, and inspected your hand. When he couldn’t identify any more cuts, he pressed his lips to your fingers, careful not to touch the injury, and started the process all over again on your left.

“Fighting isn’t something to look forward to.”

“It’s not like I want to. I was scared when that guy was getting up in your business. And when I realized you were about to throw hands? Terrified. I realized then and there they were going to hit you if I didn’t hit first.”

“So you hit first,” you said.

“Well, I say first, but it was really second.” He laughed a broken little laugh. “I know you don’t want to see me in danger, but the feeling’s mutual. I know I can’t always be there whenever someone tries to fight you- and it was my first fight- but it still hurts me to see you hurt.” He held your fingers to his lips again, and kissed properly this time, a small chu as he parted. “So if I can ever be there when you need me, I’ll help you. Because that’s love, and- and that’s because I love you.”

“Okay.” Your voice broke. Taichi was about to let go of your hand, but repositioned to squeeze. “Okay.” Impossible tears ran down your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Taichi?”

“I’m here,” he said. His voice was quivering, too. “I’m here. I’m here.”

For the first time ever, you let your guard down in its entirety. You let out an ugly sob. Two arms wrapped around you tight, and when you hiccupped you could feel his body gasp and weep, and so you only sobbed louder. “I love you.”

❖ bonus ❖

“Thank you for watching!”

You’ve heard of thunderous applause, but this had to be a hurricane. Was it the audience size? Was it truly such a brilliant play? Both, probably. You settled on both, but if anyone asked, it was the latter.

The point was, even after the audience filed out of Mankai Theater, the clapping trailed behind you and through your head as you fought the current of people.

You were big, of course, and usually all these people would make you anxious, but you were more nervous about the bouquet in your hands staying safe than anything else as you held it over your head and weaved through the playgoers.

Taichi gave you instructions on where to find the dressing room, and you internally recited it like a pledge. Back wall, left corridor, turn left and it’s on your right. Back wall, left corridor, turn left and it’s on your right. Back wall, left corridor, turn left and it’s on your- found it!

You knocked on the door a healthy two times. Normal people knock twice, right?

You twitched. Fixed your jacket. Then stood up chest out and back straight, refusing to fidget and refusing to slouch.

Then you knocked one extra time. No one can blame you, okay? Three is a round and nice number.

But doesn’t it just seem like two knocks and one weird knock? There were zero signs of the door opening. You cleared your throat, fixed your jacket again, and knocked three times.

Just as you lifted your hand from the final knock the door swung open, and you yelped a little bit.

“Mankai Company! Who am I…”

The woman on the other side tilted her head up slowly. Her big pink eyes went even bigger. “Can I. Um. Do you need anything?”

You bowed way deeper than you should have, and shouted, “Hello, I’m Reader, I’m here to see Taichi and congratulate everyone on a show well done!”

You rose with a bit of an embarrassed blush, but simply refused to be apologetic about your fast speech. Not right now, at least.

“Alright? Um. Be right back!” The lady slammed the door.

You wondered if this was another Yuki situation. What if that lady was Taichi’s best friend in the whole company-

You lightly smacked your cheek with your free hand. Dammit, Reader, you’ve already gone through this once! If you can handle a judgmental middle schooler you can handle a grown woman!

…That still didn’t prevent you from being a nervous ball of tension all the way until the door opened.

“You got beef with Mankai Company- oh. It’s you.” Juza, still in his stage costume, stood in the threshold. “Good to see you again, Reader.”

“The- the pleasure is all mine!”

“I like your flowers.”

“Thank you! I grew them myself!”

“Come inside.”

At least it was Juza on the other side of the door. You might be treading into unknown waters, but his familiar face made you feel a little calmer.

He led you through a turn in the corridor to a combination green room and dressing room area. A swathe of people- actors, you presumed- congregated here. You recognized Autumn Troupe in their costumes, and Yuki in the corner, but you could already place faces you’ve never seen to stories Taichi loved to tell about his family, the bleached blond guy next to Yuki being one of them, and another, the foreigner in the middle of a strangely captivating dance.

Then you made eye contact, and you could see Taichi’s gaze melt in real time.

“Guys.” Juza cleared his throat. “We have a guest.”

You placed your bouquet on the table beside Taichi, the glass vase lightly clunking against the surface. Your autumn harvest has been kind, and rows of various blossoms poured through the vase, all in shades of red, yellow, and orange. Sweeping stems of fern divided the tiger lilies from snapdragons, but most notable of all were the pansies that lined the majority of the arrangement, all in blended shades of wildfire red and yellow.

You met Taichi’s eyes again. His pinky wrapped around your hand, an unspoken I’m here.

So you breathed in, exhaled, and spoke. “Congratulations, everyone, the show was great. I’ve been told you’ve heard a lot about me? My name is Reader.”

You scanned the room, and wrapped your pinky around Taichi’s.

And then, you didn’t even think about it, but your smile shined. “It’s a pleasure to meet everyone!” 🍒

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[imaginesfora3]

what about 20. “You said you didn’t have feelings for me.” with Yuki? 👀 (btw I love ur writings lol)

Rurikawa Yuki:

“I don’t get what this whole stupid fight is about anyway.”

You could tell that Yuki wanted to change the subject but he had never been one to avoid conflict, he had always stood proud and strong on whatever debate you had with him, so why is that changing now? You felt sick to your stomach when it came to arguing with the person you saw as your best friend, even more so when it was on the delicate subject of changing said friendship to something more. He had never seemed particularly interested in romance but that didn’t mean he didn’t want a significant other; you were positive that he was just like anyone else who had cute little dreams about holding hands with their crushes, he just wasn’t as forthcoming with the information.

He had sat with you at lunch which he normally didn’t do, preferring to go off on his own so he could concentrate on sketching out new outfits (for himself or for his fellow Mankai members) but he had agreed to sit with you for once. It was a mistake, as it turned out, because the few boys sitting at your table couldn’t resist the urge to pick at Yuki for his dress style. When it came to pointing out the strong relationship between the two it had immediately devolved into accusations, a direct accusation claiming the only reason Yuki had chosen to sit with the group was because he had feelings for you.

The thought had made your heart race and you fumbled with your words as you went to defend him, something that seemed to annoy Yuki. He had stood up quite boldly, stating with a sense of finality that he could never have feelings for someone like you. It hit like a train that it sounded like he was rescinding your friendship as well but you had wanted to speak up! You were going to! You were just tongue-tied by the sudden onslaught of half-truths being slung across the lunch table. You were the one with feelings for Yuki, you were the one that had accidentally put him into this hostile situation, and now you felt like you were the cause of the friendship going up in smoke.

“You said you didn’t have feelings for me! And you won’t even tell me what you meant by that!”

“I did that for you. You’re welcome,” Yuki huffed out, arms crossed; it was clear he didn’t want to have this conversation and that he’d rather be anywhere else, so it was a mystery to you as to why he stayed put. “You would’ve been bullied if I said I had a crush on you and you know it, so I saved you the trouble.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask for that!”

“You don’t ask people for kindness they just give it to you!”

“Yeah well, no offense, but you aren’t the most naturally kind person on the planet! You’re kinda mean, and I like that about you because you’re honest, but don’t think that your words can’t hurt me sometimes too!” Yuki’s glare is icy but yours is just as harsh, refusing to back down on this as you’d been stewing on your hurt feelings all day. You had pulled him aside after school because you wanted to apologize to him but now he was acting like he was doing YOU a favor? “I’ll tell this whole stupid school about my feelings right now!”

“Huh? What are you- Wait!”

“I LIKE RURIKAWA YUKI! I HAVE A BIG, STUPID CRUSH ON HIM AND YOU CAN ALL DEAL WITH IT!” Your yelling attracted the attention of a few confused students who were not clued into the drama currently happening, and who were now looking at you like they should call an adult.

“Idiot! This is embarrassing, stop!” Yuki quickly pressed his hands against your mouth to muffle your screaming, looking extremely flustered now. “I get it so shut up!”

“Now you can’t ruin my reputation ‘cause I already did, and I don’t care! I like you!”

“I-I get it!” Yuki’s face is growing redder by the second and while he is annoyed, you can tell he’s somewhat flattered too. He didn’t want to be someone’s ‘secret’ (not that he wanted someone to be this disruptive about their feelings for him either) but he understood where you were coming from. He had gone through plenty of bullying in school and while he often didn’t let it get to him, there were times where he could be frustrated by how no one could simply let him be himself. It’s why he was so attracted to you, to someone who never questioned why he liked the things he did but just accepted it as a part of who he is.

“Now we can walk home like we always do. And hold hands while we’re doing it, since we like each other…like that.”

“You’re getting bold,” Yuki mumbled as though he didn’t like it, reaching over to cautiously intertwine his finger with yours. You didn’t seem to care at all, in fact, your head seemed totally empty aside from all things concerning him at this very moment; he would normally tease you about being so straight-forward but the butterflies in his stomach told him not to throw stones while standing in a glass house.

‘This is… surprisingly nice.’ Yuki thought as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, seeing you were still beaming as you swung the hand he was holding between you. ‘Maybe romance isn’t that bad.’

#Rurikawa Yuki #Yuki Rurikawa #A3 #A3! #A3 Imagines #A3! Imagines #A3 x Reader #A3! x Reader #act! addict! actors! #a3! act! addict! actors! #scenario #prompt list

[mokuhchi-manuscripts]

Headcanons for Yuki Rurikawa with a flirty s/o?

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s short ♡ special shoutout to TeaWithOtome’s patreon server for helping me out and if you like character ASMR I’d recommend checking out Tea! You can find them here on tumblr and on YouTube ♡

CW(s): none

❂ Yuki Rurikawa

Yuki is not a very flirty person yet despite his rough exterior, he's quite easily flustered

Whenever you flirt with him, he never completely knows how to respond, usually opting for some sort of snarky remark

Most likely he’d request that you cut down a little bit on the flirting for the sake of his own sanity as he’s not used to so much positive and romantically charged interactions

If you continue frequently flirting though, he may get somewhat frustrated as he requested you tone it down, and he’ll sit you down and have a proper conversation about flirting and any boundaries he has around it

As he gets more used to you flirting though, he’ll learn to just accept it. He never really flirts back though, opting more for rare compliments like your outfit looks nice today or thank you for helping me

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[finch-writes]

summer troupe & back hugs

✧ summer troupe & reader / headcanons, fluff ✧ spring troupe / autumn troupe / winter troupe

tenma: Absolutely Not What The Hell Would He Do That For. kidding, mostly - but he is unlikely to hug you from behind. he will, however, spontaneously combust and then just kinda melt if you hug him from behind! please do it. it'll be funny.

yuki: listen, the closest you've gotten is being measured for a costume. not super comfortable with backpack hugs unless it's from one or two very specific people - but there is a tiny chance that he might as long as you don’t ever call attention to him doing it.

muku: generally only if he needs comfort, and it's mostly to get your attention so you can turn around and hug him properly. probably won't do it when there are others around because it's such an obvious show for "please help".

misumi: backpack hugs with his arms around your shoulders instead of your waist! congrats you now have a sumi cape. just drops his whole body weight into the hug dude what the fuck. loves being hugged from behind though!

kazunari: slightly more likely to come at you from the side and pull you in to him with an arm around your waist, but can definitely be known to hug from behind! another one that loves being backpack hugged.

kumon: PRIME OFFENDER. THIS JACKASS (AFFECTIONATE) WILL HUG YOU FROM BEHIND AND EVEN PICK YOU UP IF HE KNOWS YOU'RE COOL WITH IT. thinks it's hilarious, genuinely very cuddly, extremely chill with having it done to him. pats his cheek affectionately.

#a3! actor training game #a3! imagines #a3! x reader #summer troupe #my writing #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo

[a3-equalsix]

Tsuzuru, at 3am trying to finish a script before the deadline:

Also Tsuzuru at 3am:

I love angry bro ships™️

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[juuten]

For You | Tenma Sumeragi

@chewie-santatoast​ says:  Merry Christmas! How about ‘secrets’ with Tenten? ❤️💚🤍🧡

Aimee replies: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry I couldn’t greet you ‘Merry Christmas’ during that time :< That’s why I wish you a very advanced Merry Christmas! Also, stay safe and healthy!

This fic really took me a while to finish mainly because I needed to revise/shorten lots of parts. But surprisingly, I didn’t stray away from my initial idea when I thought of secrets and Tenma.

Anyway, the story takes place before Act 2. I hope this story will make you smile :D

For ‘A December with You’ event.

Today, Summer Troupe made sure to have the living room for themselves.

Fairy lights hung on the walls, painting the living room with an orange glow. Blankets and pillows surrounded the coffee table with a plate of onigiris on it. However, a winter’s night would never be complete without steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Muku delicately placed three mugs beside the onigiris, Yuki setting down the other two.

“Mr. Triangle!” Misumi grinned at the familiar triangle drawn on his cup of hot chocolate.

Muku grabbed his cup and giddily sat on his star-patterned blanket. "Mine's a crown!"

"The bear's almost like mine.” If one looked closely, a small smile dangled on Yuki’s lips.

Tenma reached for his mug and peeked at what Kazunari drew for him. "Is this a bonsai?"  

"Yep yep!" Kazunari sat on his spot in the living room. Then he winked and made a peace sign. “Kazunari Miyoshi’s latte art, everyone!”

Tenma's lips curled upwards. "Not bad." 

"Yippie! Now everything's set," Kazunari clapped his hands, "Operation ‘Tenten Living as a Non-Celeb: Christmas Edition,’ start!” 

But before Kazunari had the chance to show off his plans, the doorbell rang. Muku, being closest to the door, set down his mug and stood up.

"Who is it?" Muku said as he opened the door.

A brunette man wearing a gray suit smiled at him. “Good evening and advanced Merry Christmas, Muku-san.”

“Ah, Igawa-san! Likewise." Muku politely bowed.

Igawa set down an enormous sack on the ground. It looked like it was about to burst at any moment. "Please accept these gifts for the MANKAI members. Sumeragi-san and I chose them with utmost care." 

Then Igawa placed a thick scrapbook on Muku’s hands. "Also, please give this to Tenma-kun."

Muku obediently nodded. "I will! And thank you so much, Igawa-san!"

Igawa bowed and bid farewell before driving off. Muku secured the scrapbook under his armpit. Then he rolled up his sleeves. Pulling the sack with all his might, he trudged towards the living room.

“Mukkun, are you- Woah! Where did that super-duper big sack come from?” Kazunari’s eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw the boy set down the sack beside the Christmas tree. 

“It’s from Igawa-san and Tenma-kun's parents. They're gifts for us," Muku said in between pants. Tenma made a mental note to call his parents later.

Misumi put a familiar yellow triangle with a Santa Hat on Muku’s palms. “I'll give you Mr. Triangle Claus!”

Muku giggled and said thanks. When Muku returned to his spot, he presented the scrapbook to Tenma. “Tenma-kun, Igawa-san said this scrapbook was for you."

Tenma looked at him with confusion. Igawa always dropped off gifts from fans at his house while he delivered the important ones to the dorms. The gifts for the members were certainly one of those. However, the scrapbook was questionable. He was sure his parents did not make this; their careers always ate almost all of their time. Igawa was possible. However, Tenma knew managing his schedule was currently hectic. He always received more offers for both acting and modeling during the Christmas season. 

Suddenly, another potential person popped inside his head. With wide eyes, Tenma said, “Muku, who did it come from?"

“Um…” Muku flipped the scrapbook. He stumbled upon some initials at the far corner of the scrapbook. “There’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name) written at the bottom.”

Within a blink of an eye, Tenma grabbed the scrapbook from his hands. All of the Summer Troupe members looked at each other in mild bewilderment.

Kazunari was the first one to recover as he playfully nudged Tenma’s arm. “Hey, Tenten, who’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name)?”

“S-someone I'm close with!” 

Yuki suspiciously eyed Tenma as he drank his cup. “Hm…” 

Tenma fidgeted under his gaze. “Wh-what is it?”

Yuki placed his cup on the coffee table. Then with a menacing look, he said, “If you don’t tell us who they are, I’ll make you wear that rabbit costume again on Veludo Way. This time, alone.”

Misumi grinned. “I want to see rabbit Tenma again."

“That was supposed to be a one-time thing!” Tenma protested.

“Maybe the money-grubbing yakuza will increase the budget for costumes if I tell him the hack will advertise MANKAI Company this Christmas.” Yuki tapped his chin in thought.

Tenma grumbled. He was always careful to not expose your relationship with him when he was barely prepared. But now that his reputation (dignity) was on the line, he could not remain tight-lipped. Letting out a defeated sigh, he said, “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

Tenma breathed in before saying, “The initials stand for (First Name) (Last Name). It’s my girlfriend’s name.” 

“Someone managed to date the hack, huh," Yuki said.

“What do you mean by that!” The man in question violently reacted.

"Hold up, fam. Since we're on this topic," Kazunari wrapped his shoulder around the orange-haired man and shot him a grin, “we should look at the scrapbook together!"

Tenma glared at Kazunari. “No way. And this isn’t part of your operation or what in the first place!”

"It's fine, it's fine!" When Tenma still had a scowl on his face, Kazunari clasped his hands and pleadingly looked at him. "C'mon, Tenten! Please!" 

Tenma hugged the scrapbook to his chest. He knew he was doomed to be teased once he showed the scrapbook. Knowing you, you put lots of pictures he was unaware that you took them. Nevertheless, this was a risk he would rather take instead of wearing a rabbit costume for the whole Veludo to see. Besides, he trusted that his members would never leak his and your private lives to the public. 

Tenma unwrapped his arms from the scrapbook and placed it on his lap. “Fine. But no taking of pictures or videos.” With that, everyone sat closer to Tenma. 

Tenma’s heart pounded as he opened the scrapbook. A photo of a smiling couple sitting on a flowery meadow filled up the upper part of the first page. Below the picture was a handwritten caption that said, "First date planned by Yours Truly ☆." Then at the bottom of the page, there was a colored drawing of the meadow. Tenma's eyes widened in astonishment. Your illustration looked the same as he remembered. The difference was you put a dried sunflower at the center above the flowery meadow and drew its stem.

"(First Name)'s drawing and design are totes amazing! Kudos to her!" Kazunari said, which Tenma replied with a proud 'of course!'

Muku turned to the orange-haired man with excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Tenma-kun, what did you do on your first date?" 

"Did you find triangles with her?" Misumi asked.

"Only the Trianglian will do that there," Yuki commented.

“We had a picnic, talked and took some photos. Then, uh...” Tenma scratched his head, trying to remember any fascinating but not too embarrassing moments from his first date. "We also played Twenty One Questions.”

“So what do you do?” Tenma asked the moment you proposed this game.

“We just alternately ask each other twenty-one questions and answer them. The questions can be about anything at all!” A mischievous glint passed your eyes, which you covered up with a smile.

Your boyfriend seemed to be unaware of it as he smirked. “I’ve handled many interviews, so this one’s easy.”

“It’s still your first time playing this though. That’s why I’ll start asking you.” You intertwined your hands with his. Then with the most serious face you could muster, you said, “If you meet an alien who lands in Japan, what is the first thing you will give them?”

You tried to hold back your laughter when you saw his dumbfounded face. He was so confident seconds ago, and now, he was a flustered mess. 

You brushed your thumbs on his hands to help him relax. “It’s only a hypothetical question, Tenma-san. You don’t need to think too much about it.”

“Still, how did you even come up with that question?”

You wagged your index finger. “It’s not yet your turn to ask a question.”

“I can’t ask at all?!”

“That’s a question, Tenma-san.”

Tenma groaned, making you laugh. Then he scratched his head. “I’ll give the alien a map of Japan, I guess.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if they can understand our language though.” Then you shook your head. “Well, a map’s still a good choice!”

You squeezed his hands. “It’s your turn to ask a question, Tenma-san.”

Now that Tenma paid attention to it, you still used an honorific for him. It was progress compared to the early days wherein you called him by his last name. At that time, it was so awkward for him; it felt like you two were co-workers instead of lovers. But even now, he wanted you to be comfortable with him. With those thoughts, he said, “You know you could drop the honorific, right?”

You nodded. “I know. But I can’t just casually call someone who I really respect and admire.”

At the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of bloomed sunflowers near your side. You unclasped your hands from his and plucked the sunflowers. Giving one to him, you said with a tender smile, “To my sunflower who I adore.”

Muku tightly hugged his pillow to his chest. “That’s so romantic of (First Name)-san!”

“Yeah… but then she asked another random question for the game.” Tenma sighed at that. Then he looked at the next page. Red painted his cheeks as he saw a stolen shot of him eating your homemade sandwich.

“The sandwich is a triangle!” Misumi grinned.

“You’re right, Sumi! It is!” Kazunari patted him on the back. 

Meanwhile, Yuki pointed at the picture and said, “Hack, you eat like a kid. Look at the crumbs on your mouth.”

“It only happened during that time! Besides… (First Name)’s sandwich was delicious,” Tenma murmured the latter part as he munched on an onigiri.

As Tenma continued to tell what happened in the other photos, his gaze softened. He never thought that he would enter a romantic relationship and last this long. After all, school and his career demanded so much of his attention. But this scrapbook proved him wrong. It carried the many memories both of you made. If he had to choose his fondest memory of you, it would be you watching his performance. Tenma beamed with pride whenever he saw you laughing, crying, or overall getting hooked alongside the audience. It meant that Summer Troupe’s efforts paid off. Moreover, he got to express his gratitude towards you through his acting. Nonetheless, the ambitious actor would never stop improving and showing you the best performance. 

As Tenma flipped to another page, a photo fell out and landed beside Kazunari’s lap. The latter looked down and picked it up. Kazunari stopped chewing his onigiri, his jaw dropping in surprise. 

“OMG! Tenten, you look super cute!” Tenma had no time to react as Kazunari shoved the photo to his face. Tenma grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand out of the way. 

“Kazunari, what-” 

The orange-haired man froze. Out of all the pictures, why did you include this one in the scrapbook? It was a photo he definitely could not show to anyone without stripping his dignity away. But you were an exception since you begged for it as your birthday present. Still, you owning the photo did not mean you could put it without letting him know first! Anyone else could see it the moment the scrapbook landed at the dorm. And news traveled fast in a dorm with many people.

Misumi giggled. “It’s baby Tenma.”

“He doesn’t have the ‘Ore-sama’ air around him yet,” Yuki said as he stared at the photo.

Tenma snapped out of his trance and snatched the picture from Kazunari. "Oi! You don’t need to see it!” 

Misumi tilted his head in wonder. “But it was in the scrapbook.”

"Yeah, but still!" 

Then Muku noticed the black ink on the back of the polaroid. Tugging on Tenma’s sleeve, he said, “Tenma-kun, I think there’s something written at the back.”

Tenma begrudgingly flipped the photo on its back. He immediately recognized your handwriting that wrote the following message:

I hope your true friends will see all of your sides that I love, including this one. 

P.S., Merry Christmas, Tenma-san! I hope you like my gift ♡ 

Tenma covered his face with his hand, trying to fight off the smile forming on his lips.

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A3! Rurikawa Yuki - Translation [N] Journey to the Colours

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kazunari: Having everyone draw out Tenjiku from their own imaginations is fun, isn’t it!

Kumon: Hehe. I’m satisfied I drew a cool-looking Tenjiku just like I imagined!

Yuki: There’s absolutely no way I’d want to go to the Tenjiku Kumon drew.

Kumon: EHH! It’s cool as hell though!?

Yuki: If it’s not cuter, then I’m not going.

Misumi: What kinda Tenjiku do you want, Yuki?

Yuki: Hmm… if I’m going there myself, then I’d like a place that’s cute and pastel-coloured.

Tenma: What kind of place is that…

Yuki: Your imagination sure is weak.

Tenma: What’d you say!?

Yuki: You’ll get the image if you use your head a little more.

Tenma: Just because you say cute and pastel-coloured doesn’t mean I understand exactly what you mean!?

Kazunari: Alright, cool your jets! Why doesn’t Yuki try drawing next then?

Yuki: Sure, why not? If it’s up to me…

*draws*

Yuki: There would be a fancy castle like this built on top of a cloud made from cotton candy…

Misumi: It’s so fluffy~.

Kumon: His castle looks totally different from the one I drew earlier~.

Muku: Woah, it’s adorable! I bet this Tenjiku could be moved along by a unicorn.

Yuki: Good idea. Why don’t you draw with me, Muku?

Muku: Are you sure? Okay, let’s draw together. There’s sparkling, clear springs and fountains… It might be nice to place a rainbow in the sky like this.

Yuki: Let’s also add some stars and hearts over here in that case.

Tenma: They’re drawing more and more cute things…

Kazunari: Aww! It’s fantastically aborbs and super dreamy~!

Kumon: The use of colour looks really aesthetic!

Misumi: It’s really cute and perfect for Yuki and Muku!

Muku: Ehehe. Thank you…! I know! How about we try drawing some residents of this Tenjiku like Kyu-chan did earlier?

Yuki: Sounds good. Alright, in this plaza and in the castle…

Muku: Wow. All the residents are dressed in such cute clothes!

Kumon: It’s so fluttery with lace and frills everywhere! As expected from Yuki!

Yuki: There. Now it’s complete.

Tenma: …I would never want to become a resident there.

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5 Petnames to Call Them 🌸☀️🍁❄️

Merry Christmas Eve and happy late 100 followers! This post is to celebrate those who have supported me from the start, thank you very much ☺️🙏! I’ll be posting a 200 special soon as well, which will be a community challenge, I hope many will enjoy 😉

Sakuya 🌸

🌸 his name

Member one of the ‘just call me by my name’ squad

The reason: he gets too shy and embarrassed when you call him something, plus Saku loves to hear his name!

🌸 smiles

A nickname that won’t make him too flustered

The other Spring Troupe members might also call him this

🌸 cherry

Like cherry blossom, not... y’know...

🌸 baby

Easy, cause he’s baby, duh 🥺

🌸 pinky

He thinks this one is super cute, it’s a reference to his pink hair

It’s also because the pinky is a symbol of a promise, like your relationship 💕

Masumi 🎧

🎧 his name

Member two of the ‘just call me by my name’ squad

The reason: the best pet-name you could possibly give is to lovingly call him by his name 🥰

🎧 honey

He asks you to call him this because he says it sounds like you’re married to him

🎧 melody

BECAUSE MUSIC

It’s so unique that it makes him feel special, he melts if you say it like ‘MassuMel(ody)’

🎧 handsome

Basic but true

🎧 my man

If you call him your anything, he will blush up a storm and die in your arms 😌

Tsuzuru ✏️

✏️ dear

A mutual pet name that’s sounds so freaking cute oh my god-

✏️ honey

Another mutual pet name

It randomly reminds him of his parents sometimes, making him turn super red 😊

✏️ sweetheart

Basic but cute (which is perfect for Tsuzu lol sorry-)

✏️ bean

As in coffee bean, he drinks it so much that you couldn’t help but come up with it

Extra effective if you’re taller than him 😜

✏️ doll

You came up with it because when Tsuzu is dead asleep, he’s like a ragdoll

Kinky

Itaru 🎮

🎮 player 1

“Ha, cringe.” Itaru says, immediately buying matching t-shirts afterwards 😒

He said you’re his player 2, so he basically made you call him this

🎮 babe

The classic

🎮 husbando

Will get a chuckle out of him

🎮 dummy

He’s definitely into cute insults like that

See also: butt

🎮 tiger

Certainly a way to get his attention and hype him up at the same time when gaming

Kind of into it like 😏

Citron 👑

👑 darling

The only formal pet name for him

👑 waffles

It’s very cute because he assumed that couples just call each other food 🧇

👑 my lemon

GET IT- CAUSE HIS NAME IS CITRON- 🍋

👑 cocoa

Cause he’s sweet and hot while also being super comforting

👑 baby

Used mostly exasperatedly, not gonna lie

Tenma ☀️

☀️ ten

Short for ‘Ten’ma, perfect to call in public

It’s cause he’s a TEN out of TEN 😉

☀️ sunshine

He’s the literal star of your life so it’s very appropriate 🌞

Gets him hella blushy (that’s a nice bonus)

☀️ goldie

Like golden boy or goldfish LOL

☀️ lovable (idiot)

“I’m not an idiot!” 😡

See also: love

☀️ sugar

Cause Tenma’s sweet like sugar when he want to be

Yuki 🛍

🛍 his name

Member three of the ‘just call me by my name’ squad

The reason: he seriously doesn’t like pet names (especially in the beginning) but he grows to not mind a few

🛍 beautiful

I mean, he is-

🛍 hun

It’s a quick slip of the tongue that can be causally said

Probably the only name he’ll call you 😔

🛍 sweetie

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie 💖”

🛍 pretty boy

You’ll use this when you’re annoyed at him but he just agrees with you to make you more mad

Muku ✨

✨ my prince

Literally swoons when you call him this

No, seriously, he passed out and was out of commission for a couple of hours, everyone thought he had a fever since his face was so red 😖

✨ baby

BECAUSE HE IS BABY

✨ candy

Tiny and sweet, prompts a kiss on the cheek

✨ adorable

The way Muku giggles in embarrassment when you call him this, is just like the name 🥺

✨ duckling

“It’s cause I’m ugly-“

“NO, CAUSE YOU’RE FLUFFY AND QUIRKY AND CUTE 😤”

Misumi 🔺

🔺 champ(ion)

Said when you’re proud of him

Which is always cause he’s a good boy

🔺 my pyramid

It’s like a triangle, but with even more triangles! 😄

Blushes a lot when said

🔺 kitty

*😉😉😉*

🔺 sweetheart

Short and simple, used in exasperation mostly

🔺 babycakes

Extremely cute (or hot) so you can squish his cheeks (or his other cheeks) when using it

Kazunari 📱

📱 husband

It’s a running gag between the two of you that you’re basically already married 😁

Probably uses it to refer to himself all the time

📱 casanova

GET IT CAUSE HE’S SMOOTH-

📱 hottie

A counter to the fact that he calls you cutie

📱 dreamboat

Definitely laughs at this one

“I totally am~ 😘”

📱 babe

A classic but surprisingly the one that really gets to him

See also: baby or bae

Banri 🍂

🍂 fox

Literally had no ideas for this bitch so here-

🍂 asshole

You’re just calling it by how it is 😋

Rest assured it’s sometimes used lovingly

🍂 husband

It embarrasses the heck of out him... but it also makes Banri feel soft on the inside

See also: put ‘my’ in front of it

🍂 babe

It’s the little things that matter, like this basic pet name

Literally the whole foundation of y’all’s relationship 👍

🍂 gem

Shine bright like a diamond LOL

Juza 🍰

🍰 honey

Simple but sweet (which is what he likes)

🍰 sugar plum

Honestly it’s cause of his purple hair 💜

Any petname with ‘sugar’ gets him flustered

🍰 hubby

It makes him a little embarrassed

🍰 donut

You can tease him with this one like, “You’re such a donut 🍩!”

If you’re shorter than him, he’ll call you ‘munchkin’

🍰 sweetie

Most likely the only mutual pet-name

Taichi 🐶

🐶 baby/babe

THIS DUDE GETS SO HYPED, LIKE HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!

Call him this in any scenario and he’ll smile 😍

🐶 puppy

I mean, duh

🐶 hot stuff

“I am?! I mean- of course I am! You are too! Ju-Just kidding ahaha... unless...?” 👀

🐶 sweetie

Will just blush and fidget around for a while (like a sweetie)

🐶 my boyf

See also: my man, mine, etc.

Omi 🐺

🐺 honey

Mutual petname, y’all just married immediately 🥺

🐺 mama

Makes him laugh and honestly good for you, having a mom-boyfriend like him

🐺 sweetie

Cute and simple

🐺 snack

*😉😉😉*

If you say it while kissing (or biting) him, he gets a bit shy, then returns the favor

🐺 alpha

It’s literally so kinky (and cringy) why does Omi like it so much

Sakyo 💴

💴 his name

Member four of the ‘just call me by my name’ squad

The reason: he claims to be too embarrassed or old for that sort of thing anyway, so his name will do

💴 dear

Congrats! Everyone who doesn’t know the two of you will think you’re newlyweds!

He calls you this with a smile ☺️

💴 sir/boss

“Good pet.”

💴 sweetheart

Used when scolding him

💴 softie

Used when teasing him

Don’t be shy, poke his cheek some more 👆

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Hello there :) How would Juza, Tasuku and Omi react if Azuma asked what your type was and you casually mention the masculine type and mention them (they have a crush on you). Separate reactions of course 😂 Thank you! Here's a cookie for you 🍪 ~

Thank you anon, that’s very sweet of you! 💕

I was surprised at how into this ask I was that I went over how much I had initially thought to write. Hope you and everyone enjoy it!

Juza, Tasuku and Omi discovering they are reader’s ideal type

Juza

I think he would feel a bit self-conscious, not knowing what to feel.

We all know this young boy has the face of a troublemaker and pretty dominant first impression.

But poor thing couldn’t be more different.

“Mmm… I’d say… manly? I haven’t really thought about it that much. but I would say I like having someone protective and strong with me.” you drank a bit from the tea Azuma and you had prepared.

The cuddling expert hummed at your response, smiling. “Never thought you would go for that type Y/N,” he rested his cup on the table. “I guess Juza fits that description coincidentally, wouldn’t you agree?”

You gave it a thought. You had known Juza for a while so you were used to him now, but it was true he gave pretty strong masculine vibes. “Yeah, he’s actually a pretty good resemblance” you laughed.

“Heard that, Juza?”

A clumsy noise of stumbling feet alerted you of something moving behind you. Turning, you discovered the tall boy looking at the ground, frowning face and red ears.

“Ah, sorry, do you feel bad I used you as an example?” you tried to make contact with his eyes, not that he was letting you. “Don’t worry Juza, it’s just a comment! We all here now you’re the sweetest guy around ah, not that it doesn’t go well with being manly of course! You are good at both.”

The high schooler glanced from the corner of his eyes at your face. He felt his palms sweating and his heart beating fast in his chest. He deepened his scowl at the floor again, too shy to look at you “Uh…’thanks.”

“Really, you have amazing traits!”

“…’thanks.”

You tilted your head, still confused as to why he had gone quiet. Azuma on the other hand sipped contently his tea, enjoying the oblivious cute exchange between you two.

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Tasuku:

 I don’t think he would react too much if he heard it. 

He has always been on the heavy side of what people call “masculine”

 Maybe if it’s you, he would feel happy knowing he was on the safe here.

“Oh come on Azuma-san, that’s their biggest selling point! You have to see that.”

Azuma leaned in, looking again at the magazine. His eyes went trhough the pages while you started expectantly. "Well?"

“Mmm… who knows.” he finally chuckled. You sighed, it was obvious you had to resort to more sources to stan on your argument.

"I'm back- Ah, It's been a while Y/N."

Tasuku stood holding the doorknob to the living room, surprised to see you and Azuma chatting- an unusual pair given that you worked with another theatre. You lifted your head smiling at the actor and he told himself to remain composed. It hadn’t been long since he felt he was starting to develop affection for you and it wasn’t good for him to see your face so suddenly.

“Oh hi Tasuku! I came here to grab those props Izumi-san said I could take from your last performance, she told me you knew where they were.”

Catching his breath from all the running he had just done, he nodded mindlessly going to the kitchen to get some water. His gaze changed to other troupe member, still immersed in the magazine. “You also know where they are Azuma-san, shouldn’t have kept Y/N waiting.”

“Mmm? Fufu we were not waiting. Y/N had this magazine and we were discussing important matters.” the long-haired man turned it to show the content. “Look, these are the top 10 men models of the year. I have to say, I like their smooth aesthetic, what about you?”

“I couldn’t care less about it, honestly.” after sipping on the bottle, he closed the fridge and turned to get the things you had asked.

You shrugged browsing through the photographs. “I’m not saying they are bad just that someone with a strong and assertive masculine profile is better. Many people could definitely see the appeal in that.”

Tasuku stopped for a second before humming uninterested, however his movements became duller, as if he didn't want to completely leave the room.

“So that would be your ideal type.” he heard Azuma's usual teasing tone followed by a soft giggle. “Good to know.”

“…Sure? Uh, Tasuku, everything okay?”

“What? Ah yeah, I… I will get going.” cleaning his throat, he resumed the usual pace.

He would never admit it, but after you took the props leaving the magazine alone, he scrolled through the pages you two had looked at.

Just checking, nothing else.

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Omi

I’ll be honest, more than getting flustered or anything else...

This wonder of a man would just feel happy hearing he was close to what you were into.

He’s so precious.

“Ah… that was a really good movie!” you leaned back on the couch. You and Omi had been encouraged to watch this film from the photography club president. The angles and backgrounds had received really high praises after all. “Wish I could record and photograph such beautiful sceneries too!”

Azuma hummed, agreeing with your statement. Both him and Yuki had decided to watch it with you two and it had been a success. “The world was very well built and the main character also had a good story.”

“I’ll have to ask Minagi to think of a script for these types of men. I would really fall in love with a play similar to this one!”

“What, do you like those beefy type Y/N?” Yuki frowned confused, getting up and grabbing what was left of the popcorns, which wasn’t much.

“That’s not what I meant.”

The comment caught the oldest one’s attention. “Oh…? Then what type of guy do you like?”

You crossed your arms, deep in thought. “You know, it’s the…” you tried to gesture, although to no avail, “the independence, strength… like- like Omi! That’s what I like.” you turned to the university student.

“Um?” said boy smiled, feeling your gaze on him. He had been watching the last images from the credits, not really listening. He failed to understand what the conversation had evolved into. “What about me?”

You briefly explained what you three had been talking about. “…and so I decided you’re the closest to what I’d aspire a perfect man to be”

The cook laughed sheepishly, not thinking you would say something like that with such a straight face. But that’s what he liked about you. “Well, that’s good to know.”

You sighed from your side of the sofa. “I want to watch something similar, maybe I should look for other recommendations,” you opened your phone, already browsing. “A play would be good too, Autumn troupe really would crush it.”

“I see… if you make Tsuzuru do it and we get written a comparable play, I will do my best to remember today’s talk.” he looked at you in a sudden good mood. "I'll go make dinner."

“Come on, stop joking!”

What you couldn’t imagine was how true the his words were.

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Aaaah they are just too cute. I love them so much. Hope you guys liked them, have a wonderful day! 💕

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Super unique idea, hear me out! *inhale* SUMMER AND AUTUMN TROUPE KISSING HEADCANONS

i agree. sorry, u can kind of tell i have a rlly big soft spot for autumn troupe. (⌒・⌒)ゞ hope you enjoy!

Summer & Autumn Troupe: Kissing HCs

Kiss on the Lips? ✖️ No.

Absolutely hopeless. Too baby for kisses.

He's brave enough to kiss the back of your hand or your cheek, but he's way too shy for anything else. His cheeks are always so rosy when you give him your own little kisses though! Muku loves receiving kisses because they tickle and make him laugh with joy! When he gets older and gains more confidence in himself, he will for sure be able to give more kisses himself.

Getting Any Kisses at All? ✖️ No.

Yuki hates kissing.

He thinks it's something definitely not worth whining over and much prefers to hold your hand instead or keeps you near. He also does not like receiving kisses and his face twitches when you kiss his cheek anyways. Again, maybe when Yuki's older he'll feel more comfortable and will reciprocate your affections. He's still a growing boy and also has a few things he'd like to focus on; he'd rather not get distracted.

Does he Know What he's Doing? ✖️ Lol!

Absolutely not.

Tenma may be an actor, but he doesn't get a lot of romance roles that include kissing scenes. He's normally used to being the cool, suave guy that nobody can touch, and so the lack of physical attention seeps into real life. He knows how to kiss cheeks, obviously, and the polite back of the hand smooch, but anything else has him flustered. Especially with the way you stare into his eyes with a knowing smile, he'll definitely freeze up.

Sweet & Innocent

Energetic!

Misumi is always bouncing over the place and has no time to stop and sit down with you when he's on his daily hunt for triangles. Sometimes, when he's passing you by he'll jump over the couch to drop right beside you and kiss your cheek, then run out the door. Other times he'll surprise you and give you a kiss in the weirdest places. Once, he was in the middle of climbing into your bedroom window when you passed by from your washroom. You were startled of course, and when you walked closer to scold him, he dipped his head down to kiss your lips to keep you quiet.

Playful Tease

He just likes making you frustrated :p

Loves kissing you! It's basically his second favourite hobby after art. You get so used to him kissing your face and giving you brief kisses while doing normal like scrolling through social media that you start to crave it after a few moments of being separated. After a long day apart you inmediately crash into his arms, and all he could do was coo and ruffle your hair. This is his favourite time to make you ask for kisses instead of him doing it of his own free will, and only gives in when you pout and give him a kiss of your own; making his self restraint snap as he tackles you onto the sofa and tickles you with his lips.

Clumsy but Sweet

When I say clumsy, I mean clumsy.

Terrible at giving even the sweetest & shortest of kisses. He misses his target everytime he tries until he gives up and just resorts to kissing only your cheeks or your hands. It's very sweet to see him trying his best, but you always tell him that he shouldn't force himself; that he just needs to wait for the right time and place instead of forcing it. He sulks for a long time about it, but really enjoys cuddling with you instead. He'll give you the occasional kiss on the head or temple when he's feeling brave, but the tight grip he has on your hand tells you he still needs some time.

Messy, teasing

When he's not looking for some fun, he'll give you a casual kiss every now and then. For example, when you two are in the kitchen and you're busy doing something at the counter he's leaning on, he'll just dip his head down to your level and steal a quick kiss. If he is looking for fun, well– you're in for a ride. He likes the rush he gets when he kisses you, which results in him pressing his lips against yours every few seconds, pulling you closer by the waist as his teeth nip at you and his tongue teases the seam of your lips.

Passionate but gentle (and very shy too!)

He isn't confident enough to steal kisses from you like Banri, but when he's in a romantic mood or something akin to that, he's real talented at taking your breath away. His stare is intense when he looks for a kiss, and you can always feel it burning holes into the back of your head. He waits for you to make the first move, but once your lips is on his, he can't hold back. His kisses are searing hot, and his hands wander from your jaw, throat, and waist; almost as if looking for something to grab onto. He's especially intense if you've just eaten a few sweets/pastries, because once he's got a taste of that, he'll start licking into your mouth, tongue clumsily meeting yours as he traps you into a corner.

Overwhelmingly warm & slow

The tallest Mankai member but one of the softest 🥺

He never lets you go on your toes for a kiss (unless you're not that short, he still won't let you lean up or initiate the kiss by straining yourself). Every time, he sweeps you in by wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up into the air. He can be chaste, but when he wants to, he'll make the kiss drag on for longer and keep you trapped in his embrace. The sound your mouths make as they slide over each other makes you embarrassed, but it only makes Omi deepen the kiss.

Awfully intense. A biter & a licker.

Sakyo is an absolute monster when it comes to kissing. With how passionate he is about acting, it definitely seeps into his emotions and his actions. He's not one for fleeting kisses on the cheek or hand, so once he's got his mouth on you, you're in big trouble. His temper tends to rise during the day so when he has you in his arms, he gets a little rough, giving you no time to protest as he bites at your lip and pulls you into his lap. He loves when you melt under his touch, and coaxed your mouth open with his tongue as you clutch onto his arms for support.

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[nanamisflowerfield]

hi-hi! i don’t know if i’m doing this right since it’s my very first time requesting something.. but can i request a scenario with yuki where his s/o is very clingy and affectionate and yuki’s sometimes bothered by this and the reader notices and stops because he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable? but then when yuki notices that the reader stopped, he misses the feeling of being hugged and then he asks his s/o for affection again?

i’m sorry if i worded it wrong and it was confusing for you. english isn’t my first language ehehe (^^ゞ

Omfg, my heart... That‘s such a sweet scenario! Of course I‘m going to write it and don‘t worry, you are not making it wrong!! （≧∇≦）And don‘t apologize for your english! It‘s hard to learn other languages! I really am happy to meet other people who can speak many languages and btw english is also not my first language! So never apologize, honey!!~ You did it wonderful and now I‘m rambling again.... Have a great day and HERE WE GO!!

“Yuuuuuki!~” The greenhaired was sinking a little further into his chair, before he felt your arms wrapping around his small frame, resting your chin on his head. The boy, whose personality could be as cold as the meaning of his name, really loved you a lot, but the fact that you were so clingy, was so frustrating and annoying to the summer troupe actor. With a long sigh, he uttered your name and grabbed your arms in annoyance. “(Y/N). We are at school. Stop running around. What are you, a dog?” But ignoring the little rant that your boyfriend had, you still didn’t let him go and waved at your friend Muku, who chuckled at the both of you. It was so normal for you to be around your grumpy boyfriend, but you knew that he enjoyed it, right? … Right? That’s after all what couples usually do. They had small cuddle sessions here and there, even kissed each other and were practically just affectionate. That wasn’t a bad thing…

But the more you became sweet and clingy to him, the more bothered he became. Three weeks had passed and now you were sitting on a park bench, waiting for your friend to show up as your mind was wandering around different things like why was Yuki always so annoyed? Was it your fault? Were you making him uncomfortable with all your love or even worse… Does he hate you? He probably wanted to stop dating you! That was it! Stunned at your own thoughts, you were close to tears, rubbing your palms over your (e/c) eyes. “(Y/N). Hey!” You heard behind you the voice of one of your closest friends. Standing up, you jumped on him, trying to not cry in front of him. “MUKUUUU! I AM THE WORST!!!” Surprised by you, Muku held you in his arms, when you started to tell him your thoughts about Yuki, but Muku assured you that it wasn’t true and Yuki loved you or else, he would have broken up with you.

Maybe, the manga-loving boy was right… Yuki was a very honest person. He would have broken up with you, which means that the only reason why he was sighing so often around you, was… You were making him uncomfortable… Shit. Now it had to mean, that you have to stop it…

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“Good morning, Muku and Yuki.” Immediately the mentioned boy’s eyes widen by the voice, taking a deep breath and expecting for the bear hug but then nothing happened. This small action or more likely no action, left the mankai’s designer gobsmacked on his chair. He heard how your small footsteps padded against the classroom floor to your seat, sitting down and preparing for the day to start. Was that really you? What happened right now?

But it was getting weirder and weirder for your boyfriend. Day after day, you talked to him like on every other day but there was no clinginess. Nothing. It was like as if some aliens kidnapped you and changed you. At first, Yuki was pretty much weirded out by it, but then he actually liked that new you. There was no “Muku, here, a candy for you and for my dear boyfriend a big hug!” or “Yukiii~ Let’s cuddle! I know that you are trying to finish that costume but I wanna cuddleeee!”.

You were no longer a tail wagging puppy, who just wanted to feel loved. It was a little bit relaxing for Yuki, but then, when he was sitting on his chair, needle in hand and glancing every here and there at you, he felt… lonely.

Right now, you were sitting on the other side of his room, reading a book and sometimes looking at some videos or other things on instablam. Who was he kidding? He missed it. By now, you were trying to cuddle him or compliment him but the only thing you were doing is being quiet like a sleeping kitten. Sure, he always wanted this, but Yuki changed his mind!

Out of the blue, your name left his lips as he stepped closer to you until Yuki was towering you. Flicking your forehead, he showed one emotion you saw so many times. Grumpiness and a bit disappointment. But why? You were just doing the things he wanted you to do! Folding his arms, Yuki stared into your eyes. “What are you doing there, idiot?” You hear him say.

“Uh… Just reading a book… Why?” You folded your arms now, confused by your boyfriend. Letting out a soft sigh, Yuki tugged your wrist until you stood up from your seat. Before you even realized it, you were trapped in his arms. Unbelievable… Yuki was embracing you! He uttered your name softly, holding you. “I miss you.” He said quietly. “But I’m here…” You chuckled at the boy. “I mean… I missed everything… Your love, affection, clinginess… Everything… Show it again, idiot. I want you to love me again.” – “Always.”

And that’s what he got. Your love.

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