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satrs · 2 months

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𝘎𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦? PART 2! /// 1°

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; How they ask you out + where your first date would be!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Barou Shoei. Oliver Aiku. Sendo Shuto. gn!reader.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 0.8k

TAGS; fluff. crack(?). kissing.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ (proplayers)!

BAROU SHOEI

He is nervous. Nervous in like - heart rapidly beating, sweaty forehead, feeling like he is on fire. But did he show all that on the outside? Of course not, he's the King.

"Shoei are you alright?" Your voice snapped him out of his mind state, wiping his hand across his face to wipe off the sweat.

"Who are those flowers for? Are you planning on confessing to someone?" Oh god. His hand fiddled with his shirt in an attempt to escape the intense heat he was feeling. Is it summer time already?

You leaned against your doorframe, starring daggers into the poor man, clearly suspicious about his unusual behaviour. He was clearly really nervous and yes, the both of you are friends but why is he at your doorstep without even informing you beforhand?

" For You."

.・゜゜・

"So what is this exactly?" His attention was glued on scrubbing the surface, eyes swiftly glancing at you, floor wiper in hand as one hand rested on your hip, looking at him.

"A date." He walked up to you, taking the wiper from you, eyes nervously glancing away from yours as a grin played itself on your lips. "Cleaning my house?" He scoffed at that. "Well, it's not exactly clean, you know." An offended gasp left your lips as you lightly slapped his shoulder. "Hey! Well there's no kiss in for you today, that's for sure."

You giggled at his shift in expression. "What- wait! I didn't mean-!" You quickly shut him up with a kiss to his lips, leaving him perplexed as you took the wiper back, continuing your previous actions innocently.

OLIVER AIKU

What kind of spell did you cast on this man??? Why was he acting and thinking like this?? Him- the Oliver Aiku, wanting to date someone for good???

"You know, you're acting kind of weird, Oli'." Oh how he loved the nickname you gave him, a cheeky grin adoring his handsome face. "Oh, how come?" "You just seem a bit nervous." He craned his neck in your direction, hetrocromic orbs starring at you. "That's because I am. I have to do something I've never done before."

You laughed at that, his expression turning curious. "What? Bungee jumping?" He giggled at that. "Close one. Actually, I wanted to ask you out." Heat shot up your face, making him laugh in return. "So?"

"So? You're really serious about this?" He nodded at that, bright grin displayed on his lips. "Damn right."

.・゜゜・

"You really know how to flatter a girl, huh?" You stated, taking the bunch of flowers from his hold, admiring the colorful flowers. "Where did you buy them?"

He put up his hands as an answer, scars decorating his rough hands, impling that he plucked them himself. You hummed in approval, impressed by his efford. "You really are serious about this."

He stepped closer to you, caressing your cheek. "I am. About this - about us. I really want this. If you want it, too." To hide your perplexed expression, you cleared your throat, looking away.

"Don't you think I deserve a kiss for my speech." You playfully roled your eyes, placing a quick peek to his cheek. "Cheeky fool."

SENDOU SHUTO

Oh my god NAHHHH LMFOAOAOAOA

"Just spit it out already!" You irritaded voice caused the man to flinch, nervous smile adoring his handsome features as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I don't know how to tell you." you laughed at that, lightly hitting him at the shoulder at that. "Why? Are you gonna ask me out or something?" Your eyes widdened as you saw the young man turn brightly red at your words, lightbulb in your head lighting up.

.・゜゜・

"I was excited for this the whole month, Shuto!" He still couldn't belief that you actually accepted his weak confession, and even showed up on the date he had planned.

He giggled as he saw your excited expression as the both of you stood infront of the karaoke bar, an advise he got from Oliver. "What are you waiting for?" Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to flash you a warm smile. "Let's go in!"

He admired you from afar, lovestruck smile on his face as he hummed along to the song you sung to, your bright smile making his heart jump in happiness.

"Don't you want to try too?" He waved you off, saying that he was a horrible singer, but you showed no sign of letting go. "Nuh uh, there's no backing out now. Maybe you'll even get a kiss of you do really well."

There was no way you had to tell him twice as he sprung up to his feet, taking the microphone from your hand as he sang to the song with all his might.

No way he's letting a chance of getting a kiss slip!

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #oliver aiku fluff #sendou shuto #sendou fluff #barou shoei #barou fluff #blue lock

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iwashie · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK MEN AS LOVE SONGS pt2

📌 itoshi sae, shido ryusei, oliver aiku, shuto sendo, michael kaiser, alexis ness

⋆⋆☆⋆⋆⋆⋆warnings- bllk men as love songs I think suits them

💗 ITOSHI SAE- IMAGINE/ ARIANA GRANDE

Step up the two of us, nobody knows us, get in the car like, "Skrrt" Staying up all night, order me pad thai, then we gon' sleep till noon Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub, bubbles and bubbly, ooh This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular... Imagine a world like that We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck....

💛 💗 SHIDO RYUSEI- MORE THAN FRIENDS/ AIDAN BISSETT

'Cause girl, why won't you take it with me now? Girl, let's be more than friends starting now You've been replaying in my head You make me feel like I can be myself instead But I know you don't want me around Your smile is irradiant you make me feel like I can't quit So give me something to work I'm sorry but I'm not giving up now....

💛 💚 OLIVER AIKU- HATEF--K/ THE BRAVERY

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you I can keep secrets that I know that you want me You could dig your nails into my skin, and you won't stop me....

💛 SHUTO SENDO- KISS KISS ME/ 5SOS

So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me And tell me that I'll see you again Cause I don't know If I can let you go So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me I'm dying just to see you again Let's make tonight the best of our lives, yeah Here's to teenage memories...

💙 MICHAEL KAISER- EVERYBODY TALKS/ NEON TREES

It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mama's always gotta back track When everybody talks back Hey honey, you could be my drug You could be my new prescription Too much could be an overdose....

💜 ALEXIS NESS- ADORE YOU/ HARRY STYLES

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do.....

#bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #itoshi sae #ryusei shidou #michael kaiser #oliver aiku #shuto sendou #alexis ness #bllk headcanons #bllk x you #bllk fluff

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alyorlexi · 1 year

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some aiku×sendou

Okay but like..Aiku and Sendou are literally this trope

Angry Bf×Calm Bf

The panel where Sendou lost his cool to Sae is literally so cute, and then there was Aiku calming him and assuring that the game only just started .

sometimes it makes me think of this fluffy scenario that I wrote on an evening saturday.(like rn)

…

"Water?" Oliver's calm tone focused on the pissed up man, his duo, Sendou, He knows that this man couldn't control his temper, well atleast sometimes…

"Just leave me alone for now, I don't wanna hear and recieve human interactions right now Aiku, everything is pissing me the fuck off-" The blonde was silenced once Aiku's arms placed on top of his shoulder down his torso

"Calm down Sendou, violence and ignorance wouldn't get you anywhere, the only sensible thing is to stay calm, wouldn't that be more soothing?" his arms continued to tap his body, it somehow calms Sendou down, whenever he is near, whenever he does this gesture simply the presence of Aiku is enough to calm him down

He still offered the water as his mouth smiled when he accepted

Sendou took a sip from the bottle. "Thanks, I'm sorry for acting up, that bastard is getting on my last nerve" he sighed

"The game has only started, now now" he formed a rather calm, cocky smirk, his reassuring touch is enough for him to actually calm down

"You're right, let's go Aiku" The blonde man smiled and replied

#bllk #Oliver Aiku × Sendou Shuuto #oliver #aiku #sendou #i wrote this instead of sleeping #Fluff #blue lock #blue lock aiku #Sendou Shuto

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calyxlytsong · 2 years

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Kai's Cooking is (and always was) his love language.

#cfvweek2022 #fluff #Kaichi #cfv #cardfight!! vanguard #fanfic #aichi sendou #toshiki kai

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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year

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overlord’s ability burns away even the effect of triggers

reposted from ao3 because many people seem to like this one! read more below the cutoff

overlord's ability burns away even the effect of triggers

Balustrade

Summary:

Hi, I heard that you guys were starving, so I'm here with food - *proffers a basket of cheese*. Anyways, this is a fluffy fic set post-legion, in the liminal space before Kai goes to France, and there is NO trauma whatsoever. Just people cooking suspiciously Chinese food (try the recipe! I promiss it's good) and eating dinner. For @khainovo on Tumblr

Notes:

For khaicantwrite.

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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love is pressed and not new, worn into you by the stares from behind your back and the light reflected from their watch on your hand, threads enveloping you like a faded blanket.

love is preused.

"Take two tablespoons of salt and dump it in with the clams." he instructs, moving around the teak counter to Aichi's side. "Good. Rinse it six-twenty times, using the sieve, and leave it there for half an hour." Kourin, her garnet apron flowing, carries a tray of crushed garlic over to the counter. Paced steps, level, light, cheery. A beacon with her lemony hair creamed by the warm light of the late afternoon. The garlic, white shreds oozing a subtle smell of wispy hellos, will be placed under Misaki's watchful care so Assistant Cat does not take it and dump it over the floor, speckles of lilac and aubergine skin that should be fried together with the clams. They are sitting in Miwa's lap now, the clams, shells overlapping with keratin in complex formations that would look like staircases to an ant that was shrunk down to be smaller than an ant, Aichi fancies as he replaces the salt canister in its pullout drawer, metal scrubbed until the reflection itself shines. Kai is a fastidiously territorial cat, and it means so much unspeakable trust that he has finally let them into his kitchen, albeit under some cautious guidance.

They play a game of Twister whilst waiting out the half an hour - all except Miwa, who still had to hold the clams for fear the real cat will eat them raw. He gets to hold the remote control for Kai's mini television, though, and amuses himself with the soft strains of a Korean drama as he hangs over the back of a chair. He looks for all the world like a white blobby sweater, left there to dry. Muslin waiting patiently to be ironed and laundered. Morikawa wins somehow - Misaki doesn't stand a chance in those tight clothes, Aichi has two left feet, Izaki gets exhausted fast, Emi and Kamui are too short. Kai has some semblance of dignity to maintain and remains a spectator, much to Kourin's pitying disapproval (she is the emcee. Perhaps she missed her work more than she wanted to say.)

"Put the bok choy in to simmer with the clans." Misaki is in charge of this part. She has no sleeves to roll up, dressed in that revealing azure top, but that's the feeling he gets when she enters the kitchen. Unlike Aichi, she has nerves of steel, and doesn't flinch at the roiling bubbles or practically throw the clams in, unleashing a spray of savage 'feedback'. Her fingers are calm, a strong quality in a chef, a good metal to add to an alloy. Kamui dislikes waiting, and being confined to the sofa even more so, but there is no help for it when he will insist in adding in an inane amount of seasoning. The human consumption of salt is not quite so advanced; it is a good thing he does not cook at home, or perhaps that is the reason he does not cook at home. He still yells instructions, however, confusing Izaki, who is in the middle of a Vanguard match with him. "Guard - watch out for that geyser, Emi-san!" Misaki deflects it with the spatula, earning a shower of applause from Emi. They strain the clams and bok choy, add it into a large soup pot.

"Add some more water. Once boiled, slowly add fish paste and continue to stir the pot." This part is lighter work, but Aichi seems to take it as seriously as he does everything else - the only one who could be more serious is perhaps Gaillard, but then the fish paste would turn into fish cream. The way his pale hand trembles with the effort to disperse the stubbornly sticky white paste through the soup, yet avoid coating the leafy dark greens with it? That's something to behold, the pensive jolt of his chin a hint at his inner frustration. (It's a frustration that will dissolve when even Emi praises his work. The wooden spatula splatters everyone with watery paste when he lifts it up and pumps his fist a little.)

The cooking of the chicken thigh meat is taken over by him - this is the most delicate part, and it is only a little factor that they gasp in awe as he tosses it expertly, with dextrous hands born from a curation of experience, with rice soaked in ginger puree, Shaoxing wine (a Chinese wine) and sliced Chinese sausage, handled by Emi earlier. Her chopping board was placed next to their workstation as she went through the mounds of preserved red meat with a deftness Kai approves of silently.

Bird's nest to pair? Or the frosted carrot cake he bought from the bakery? Honey spice cake? A chocolate cream? He wonders about dessert before the thigh meat has even browned and started smelling of the signature readiness, but when he notices, it's a inhalation of deep satisfaction that goes all the way down to the ribs and causes his chest to rise like dough. The warm flames of the stove erase all memories of anything but the fulfillment of a meal together, even after the stove has been switched off. They burn away the effects of all which previously triggered conflict, leaving their rowdy banter without any sting. The hearth of a previous inferno, embers now harnessed to a kinder task and the soothing of cold aches - who needs therapy when there is a hot plate of rice, chicken and clam soup with all the dinner places set and napkins at the ready? Good conversation flows over good food - this is one competition he cannot lose, one that no one can when there is no competitor; only friends, only the filling of a basic and imperatively essential need that joins them all together. Nutrition for those who lived on empty stomachs before they knew one another - or who lived off someone else, some-thing else. To rely on something that cannot betray them is a blessing, and he finds that he is smiling a small, private smirk.

He never used to smile.

Sometimes he needed proof, tactile proof that he loved them, was not coming up with a fantasy, and he remembered his old days, darker than he could shake, when his mouth hurt when he smiled. Those red tears streaked their fingernails gently down his cheeks like knives to a wrist, and he cried himself to sleep every night, when he scratched lines down his hands and into others' hearts, when he didn't want to love anyone around him, when he didn't care if he did the right thing anymore, when he lost his conscience.

When he couldn't close his hand into a fist, because the only thing he wanted to do was scratch and claw at the emptiness that he couldn't leave behind even with the jangling creak of coffee in his capillaries.

He never used to be able to do this.

He smiles at Morikawa's boasting (he was "responsible for the great meal", nevermind that he didn't lift a finger) unconsciously, a pattern of familiarity, and so what if he had practiced it into himself? Kai didn't use to be able to bring himself to do it.

With them, he sincerely believes that the world is kind, that the fire is faithful, that there is such an existence of hope.

They made him believe in love when he had forgotten how it felt. The sun is concurrently exhausted, depleted from the busy day; at night, they demanded nothing of him besides his own self to shine through, even as a reflection, and that made him love them, he is still so grateful that they understand him in a place no one ever could. the rigidity and demanding poise required to walk the line he has been racing - they knew it never stops, and he had desperately needed a reason to hold onto the people in front of him; he wanted to love them, but he needed reminders. He needed a map, needed them to lift him up when he was down, too, some proof that he wasn't not in this alone. That a hand could reach through his flames unhurt. He needed them to reciprocate and believe in him even when he let them down, people who were willing to forfeit their present for him later, someone to stay with him. And whether or not he asked, they were always going to be those people.

They, although so rough, calloused by their own traumas, loved him gently, like burn marks, like fresh wounds, like scars if that makes sense.

Kai doesn't want to hide anything bad or good from the 'them' he trusts his whole being to, he "won't hold anything back from you."

Let me love you, he wills to himself as water floods his moist throat.

Let me love you.

Some people Kai can never get back and he wants to make the most of all he has to give.

Notes:

I hope u like the food and didn't get grossed out. It's much better than it sounds I promiss glossary - Bok choy, also known as pak choy or pok choi, is a type of Chinese cabbage, that has smooth, wide, flat leaf blades at one end with the other end forming a cluster similar to that of celery. May be eaten cooked or raw. Puree – Pureed ginger (also known as ginger paste) is made by blending or grinding fresh peeled ginger into a fine puree. Some water (or occasionally oil) is used to create a smooth consistency. Shaoxing wine (Shaohsing, Hsiaohsing, Shaoshing), also called "yellow wine", is a traditional Chinese wine made by fermenting glutinous rice, water and wheat-based yeast. Chinese sausage is a broad umbrella category encompassing many types of sausage, both air-cured and smoked, from all parts of China as well as Vietnam and Thailand. It can be made from fresh pork, pork fat, livers, and, sometimes, chicken, and tends to be as sweet as it is savory, with a rich, dense, emulsified texture.

#my writing #cfv #cardfight!! vanguard #Kai toshiki #aichi sendou #misaki tokura #kamui katsuragi #miwa taishi #morikawa katsumi #izaki I forgot ur last name forgive me #Assistant Cat #fluff #CFV fluff #fic

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ladysunamireads · 1 year

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Overlord's Ability Burns Away Even the Effect of Triggers

overlord's ability burns away even the effect of triggers by Balustrade

Words: 1525, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cardfight!! Vanguard

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tatsunagi Kourin, Sendou Aichi, Sendou Emi, Kai Toshiki, Miwa Taishi, Katsuragi Kamui, Tenchou Dairi | Sub Manager | Assisticat

Relationships: Kai Toshiki & Sendou Aichi, Kai Toshiki & Miwa Taishi, Kai Toshiki & Sendou Emi, Kai Toshiki & Katsuragi Kamui, Kai Toshiki & Katsuragi Kamui & Sendou Aichi & Tokura Misaki, Kai Toshiki & Kourin Tatsunagi

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Playing twister; cooking, eating dinner together your honour, Kamui cannot be trusted with seasoning, Kai is their teacher

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47049355

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Aichi & Kai #♦#Aichi Sendou #Kai Toshiki #Tatsunagi Kourin #CFV #🎴#Fluff #A:Balustrade

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universestreasures · 1 year

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@crimsonkaiser (Random Kaichi Airport things cause I was flying today LOL)

He had gotten to the airport later than he wanted. Without Emi around to help him wake up on time, such a thing was sadly a common occurance for Aichi. Even setting multiple alarms wasn't enough to get him out of bed at a reasonable hour, despite the importance of him actually waking up early today. The more things change, the more they stay the same, right?

Aichi moves with purpose throughout the airport terminal, doing his best to make it to the meeting spot he and the person who was coming to see him had planned. Of course, he was getting lost with running so fast. No time to read the signs when you're constantly worried about if who you're waiting for landed safely or not. That information was available to him, but he was too much in a rush to check his phone, another situation where his younger sister would scold him. All he was focusing on was getting to the center of the international terminal, a place he eventually reaches after what felt like a marathon of a run.

And sure enough, standing before the young man who was doing his best to catch his breath, was his special visitor, someone who means more to Aichi than even Vanguard itself. Yes, standing before him was the current champion of the Euro League, the fierce user of both Kagero and Narukami clans, and the person who brought Aichi back from the brink of despair countless times...

"Kai Kun!!! You're...You're here!"

No time is wasted as the Royal Paladin user moves to bring the taller man into a warm embrace, instantly feeling a wave of relief and joy at seeing him having made it safely to the states. Kai's warmth was something Aichi hadn't felt in what felt like forever, despite the fact he visited Kai over winter break in Paris just a few short months. Being apart from him, and everyone else he knew from Japan, was hard, but...he had his own path he had to walk, just like they all had. It makes him treasures these reunions more and more, no matter how long they last.

"I missed you...I missed you so much." Aichi is doing his best to hide back tears, not wanting to embarrass himself or Kai out in public like this. "I...I can't wait to show you around Washington D.C! You're going to love it! There's so many card shops around here, and strong players for you to challenge! Plus, Ratti is here too! Her dad set up a little donut shop in the downtown district. Maybe we can go there right now. I’m sure you’re starving after that long flight from Paris.”

#crimsonkaiser #💎 Paladin Treasure (Aichi Sendou)#💎 Paladin's Treasured Future (Aichi Post Main Verse)#(YOU DONT GOTTA RESPOND TO THIS IF YOU WANT BUT I FELT LIKE JUST TOSSING IT OUT THERE LOL #(PLUS ITS MY BIRTHDAY AND KAICHI FLUFF TO HEAL THE SOUL

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vincent-4ever · 4 months

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Dating you is like a song ♡

! Not requested !

gender neutral reader, fluff, sfw, kinda angsty for the first two

Small fanfic since I can't sleep, all characters from Tokyo Revengers

In which they remind you of a song

Characters: Chifuyu Matsuno, Yamagishi Kazushi, Souya "Angry" Kawata, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi "Akkun" Sendou, Baji keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Chifuyu Matsuno, Yamagishi Kazushi, Souya Kawata, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa

"I know I'm not your favorite, but I like when you say it, I don't need you to be my girl"

He's completely hopelessly in love with you. He knows that there is a chance that you may not, or maybe even never feel the same. He doesn't mind that, as long as you're around him that's enough for him. Although sometimes he swears the way you look in his eyes you feel the same, but at the same time the thought of you not liking him back pains him. To him you're so beautiful and perfect, and he's just a delinquent. :(

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi "Akkun" Sendou, Baji Keisuke

"I don't need no light to see you shine, it's your golden hour"

He thinks that everything you do is perfect. The way you dress, the way you're so kind to everyone, the way your smile lights up the room, the way you try to find the good in everything, the way you were honest, the way you were kind to him, the way you play with his hair, and the the list just goes on. He cannot think of anything more perfect than you. Is he ever gonna tell you this? No. He's to scared of rejection, but believe me he will once he gathers the courage so give him some time!

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani

"We stayed up all night and slept til noon, it's so nice to wake up next to you"

His way of showing affection is through gifts. He loves giving you gifts that he knows will make you happier. Whether it's a teddy bear, or a shirt you were looking at last week, he remembers the kind of things you like and want. He loves seeing the joy on your face. You insist he really shouldn't spend all this money on you, but he insists right back that it's not a big deal and that "you'll never have to get him anything else because your smile is enough"

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Hey! I haven't uploaded fanfic in a while because I've been super busy. Requests are open, and if you requested and I didn't write it, please request again because I didn't see it I'm so sorry!

Rebloggs appreciated

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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since you asked for it... how about some headcanons of mikey, sendou, hanma and draken of when the reader brings them a bento box with their lunch? but not any lunch- those cute ones with animals, happy faces, flowers, etc.

Notes: this req is like sooooo cute omg- uh anyways idk Sendou very well so I didn't write for him

Warnings: n/a just fluff lol

Characters involved: Mikey, Hanma, Draken

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Mikey thinks your bento is the most adorable thing ever.

Or at least, he would have thought that had he not been having lunch with the rest of the Toman leaders that day.

"Not a word."

He might have tried to sound intimidating as Mikey picked at the octopus-shaped sausages you had made for him, but there was no mistaking the pink flush dusting his cheeks.

The others chose to keep the teasing to a minimum because they think of you like a sibling, but they do think it's absolutely adorable that you pack him bentos like that.

Mikey will probably pretend to be annoyed the next time he sees you, but with the way he clings to you and whines about it, it's clear that he was just flustered by how cute the bento was.

This kind of backfires for you though because now he always wants his rice shaped like little rabbits and his sausages like octopus.

Even throws a fuss if you so as consider giving him a normal bento after then.

Hanma Shuji

Is lowkey confused at first.

He still thinks it's super cute but he just can't really understand why you would think it was a good idea to give him one of those cute bentos.

Unlike Mikey he isn't actually embarrassed by it or anything. He thinks it's adorable and even shows it off to the others.

If anyone dares to try and make fun of him he just tells them they're jealous their partner doesn't do the same for them. This is usually followed by a threat to beat them up.

Overall, he's pretty neutral about it.

But expect to be teased A LOT when he meets up with you after that.

Hanma will literally not stop going on about how he thinks it's so adorable that you put in so much effort for his bento.

"You probably just wanted me to praise you for being good at it didn't you?" He only stops when you pretend to be offended and say you won't make him bentos again. It's only then that Hanma tugs you to him by your waist and genuinely thanks you for the food.

You're a little struck by how sincere he is in that moment, especially when he mentions he's not used to other people taking care of him like this.

But your cute little moment quickly turns back into another teasing fest as he pesters you about what you want to make for him next and calls you his cute little housewife/husband.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

Pretends to be indifferent, is dying inside.

He thinks it's absolutely adorable that you would bother doing something like this for him, especially since he never really got bentos as a kid.

But he also has a mean and scary reputation to uphold which is why he can't help but turn a little red when seated with the rest of Toman eating Tamagoyaki with little faces on them.

Baji and Mitsuya are the only ones who dare to tease him while Mikey casually steals a bit of his bento just because it looks cute.

He even complains about how Draken got such a cute bento and says he'll ask you to cook him cute things too.

Ken doesn't even realise he's lowkey glaring at the thought of you doing something so sweet for someone else until the rest of the boys start laughing.

When he meets up with you later he doesn't really say anything and just casually thanks you for the bento.

Or he would have done that had Mikey not been with him.

The shorter blond took great pleasure, droning on and on about how Draken was totally blushing while eating the bento and threatened to kill him when he said he wanted you to make him one.

You know Mikey well enough to be able to tell he's just joking around but that doesn't stop Draken from casually trying to trip him.

Once Mikey leaves the two of you alone (after a lot of complaining and teasing) Ken takes a moment to genuinely thank you for the bento.

He's also pretty intrigued about how you made it and asks you about the stencils you used etc.

Ken even considers making you a cute bento in return someday, after all, he's a decent cook since he always had to cook for himself and he'd love to return your kind gesture.

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maochira · 7 months

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Hi Mao dear! Can you write a scenerio with kurona, Jin and sendo who have lost their favorite plushy so they can't sleep now and now ask reader to be their plushy? Hope it made sense

Have a nice day <3

THAT'S SO CUTE

Tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff

Ranze Kurona

-he has a collection of various shark plushies (most are from Ikea) and he has a very specific favourite one that he carries around whenever possible (usually hidden in a bag)

-tonight he's staying at your place, and usually, he always has his favourite plushie with him, but he forgot it today

-he only notices it right before you want to go to sleep, so it's way too late to go back to his place for him to get it

-Kurona tries to brush it off, but he's very upset about not having his plushie

-he doesn't want to ruin the mood, though, so he asks if you can be his plushie instead

-you're a little surprised by his question because you expected to cuddle with him anyway. You obviously answer his question with yes

Jin Kiyora

-he never really cared for plushies (except for when he was a child) until he started dating you. You gave him a cat plushie for your one-month anniversary and Kiyora has been very attached to it ever since

-unfortunately, that plushie disappeared and no matter where he looks for it, Kiyora can't find it again

-you decided to help him on his search, but after looking everywhere in his room, Kiyora says it's time to give up

-when you insist on continuing to look for it, Kiyora says it's okay because he wants you to be his plushie to cuddle with instead

-his words get you flustered immediately, but you'd never decline something like this

-he ends up finding the plushie again 3 days later (his younger brother stole and hid it to mess with him)

Shuto Sendou

-Sendou still has his favourite childhood plushie and he usually can't sleep without it, but he's too embarrassed to telll you about it. He always hides it when you visit him

-but now you're on vacation together and he decided it's time to tell you about it. You have plushies as well so he knows you're not going to judge him for it

-but when he unpacks his stuff in the hotel room, he realizes he forgot the plushie at home and now he's devastated and upset

-he tries to hide his bad mood, but you notice something about your boyfriend is off, so you ask what's wrong

-without explaining the situation, Sendou asks if you can be his plushie during your vacation. Then he realizes he should have given you more contest so now he's embarrassed and a flustered mess

-even before he explains why he asked that, you say yes to his question. You planned to cuddle every night anyway so you were surprised why he would ask that in the first place

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amtrashlmao · 1 year

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hi i would like to order from your fine selection of cardgame nerds (affectionate) fanfiction. yeah, i would like it with some domestic fluff and generally happy vibes. a pet would be amazing actually. ah right forgot to mention, could it be specifically the aichi sendou and the toshiki kai one? thank you. it's alright i can wait for a while.

#this is a call for help #cfv #khai rambles #please i need to read more #i think ive read everything in the tag now #i beg thee

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crystalmemoria · 2 years

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“All right, I’ve managed to build up energy AND I actually know how to make my post for the first prompt interesting!

I hope you enjoy it!

October 10th, 2022. Day 1: Fluff/Favorite Character

If you’ve ever seen me post in the Cardfight!! Vanguard tag, I think you guys will know who my favorite character is. That character?

AICHI SENDOU, MY BELOVED BLORBO...

But just saying that wouldn’t be a big enough post or anything to warrant prompt week. So instead, I’ve decided that since I’m a little too drained to write or anything and the week took me a bit more off guard than I thought it would, I would share some of the songs I’ve gathered for my Aichi Sendou playlist!

These aren’t all of the songs in the playlist, they probably aren’t songs everyone would think of, and perhaps they’re just in line with my own interpretation of his character, but here’s some of my favorites that I associate with him!:

“Keep Holding On” by Avril Lavigne “All You Wanted” by Michelle Branch “Sanctuary” sung by Hikaru Utada “Over and Over” by Three Days Grace “Pressure” by Paramore “HOLY SHINE” by DaisyxDaisy “Braving” by Kanan “If We Hold On Together” by Diana Ross “Stand in the Rain” by Superchick “Little Wonders” by Rob Thomas “Believe in Myself ver. 1” sung by Karen Blake

BONUS: -if- Aichi playlist songs because I actually made one, and I have no other context to post any of them in. Be prepared, it’s very Ow the Edge (I love these songs, but MAN):

“Bad Apple” by Nomico (Also the RichaadEB one sung by Cristina Vee) “Break” by Three Days Grace “Futatsu no Kodou to Akai Tsumi“ sung by Lollia (Original by ON/OFF) “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy “Faint” by Linkin Park

There’s a few more, but I figured this was enough for now. I’ve found a fair number that suit my version of -if- Aichi, but not quite enough.

#cfvweek2022 #cardfight!! vanguard #cardfight vanguard #cfv #aichi sendou

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saerins · 3 months

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PREV: #001 SUDDENLY, COLORS 𖧧 #002 PLAYING DOMINO 𖧧 NEXT: #003 THE FIRST RIPPLE ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — there’s a moment when you and sae both realise that you’re too curious about one another to ignore the feeling. so maybe for now, the two of you can learn to trust your instincts.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. fluff/angst, unrequited love, alcohol, kissing/making out, slow moving (for now), profanity, switching povs. word count: 4.5k

༝༚༝༚ i’m early with this update !! we are still in the early stages but i promise it picks up soon heh :) ty to those of you who’ve read this so far, ily all !! <3 reblogs & feedback always appreciated mwah ^_^

it’s 8.15am and you’re rushing to get your makeup done because you’re due at work in fifteen minutes. despite yesterday’s larger-than-life experience of frolicking in the midst of big names, you’re still a normal girl with normal work and normal problems.

your phone vibrates on your vanity, sumi’s name lighting up the screen.

you pick it up, letting it go on speaker.

“hello?”

“oh my god, y/n, you can’t be serious?” she exclaims excitedly over the phone.

grinning to yourself as you do your brows, you giggle. you know exactly what she’s referring to. “consider it a thank you gift for taking such good care of me my first year with you guys,” you tell her, laughing in between as she squeals in excitement. you’re sure the other people beside her on the train are throwing death glares her way. not that sumi cares, not when you’ve just given her the recording of your conversation with sae last night.

“you have no idea how fucking happy i am right now!”

but you do, considering how loud she’s being. still, it’s understandable. she’d been complaining all along for a few months now about how hard it was to get sae’s team to commit to an interview, now here you are coming in clutch with the materials she needs to get the big boss off her back for not being able to reel it in.

“hey, just don’t forget to reach out to his publicist or manager, okay? get them to email their approval over in black and white,” you remind her.

over the phone, you can sense her triumphant smile. “i guess i taught you well,” she praises herself, humming as she undoubtedly skips off the train, the week going off to a great start. “anyway, tea later. you and me. you have a lot to tell me.”

right, that’s the part that you aren’t really looking forward to. as of today, sumi has no idea that you’re close to eita. she doesn’t even know you’re friends with him, for that matter. it’s not like you want to keep it a secret, but between being close to eita and working at a sports magazine, you’re not sure your friendships are something you want to take advantage of (or get pressured into).

but you guess you can explain it to her. she’s been understanding ever since you’d joined the company, maybe she’ll just respect your decision and move on. besides, it’s not like they ever actually asked for anyone except sae, oliver and sendou. they’d surely want eita if they know you’re well connected, but you’d rather they didn’t know anything.

“fine, as long as mr. tatsuji doesn’t dump a truckload of manual work on us,” you grumble, finally done prepping and hurriedly rushing out the door.

“y/n, are you gonna be late today?” sumi asks, already able to tell just by the background noises.

“shit- yeah,” you sigh, just seconds shy of catching the bus. “fuck, he’s going to lecture the shit out of me later.”

sumi snorts, and you can hear from the chime of the bell that she just entered the office lobby. “don’t worry, i’ll try to cover for you,” she assures you, and you’re already thanking her for being your saviour. “don’t worry about it! is this… because of the same problems?”

she keeps her voice down for the last part, though you wish she would just not mention it at all. still, you don’t want to chide her for just being concerned. you could be worse off.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really,” you tell her, not wanting to speak about it. “i’ll see you at work soon, okay?” you don’t even wait for her to respond before you hang up, staring at the date on your phone.

nearly the end of the month. nearly that time again.

just like clockwork, you see eita’s text coming in.

by the time you stumble into the office, it’s nearly 9am. you rush over to your cubicle, keeping your head down trying to look out for your boss.

“hey! y/n,” you hear the familiar voice of your colleague call out to you. sumi rushes over from her own desk, barely able to contain her glee. “oh my god i just got off the phone with itoshi sae’s publicist, she gave me the okay and she’s about to give the formal agreement right now!”

sumi’s squealing away in delight as you laugh sheepishly, actually quite surprised that sae followed through on your request after all. maybe you should find a way to thank him somehow. after all, he had no reason to honour your little bet of heads or tails.

“anyway, i can’t believe you sneaked a recording of you talking to him like that.” sumi nudges you on the elbow, wiggling her brows. she’s shorter than you, her hair done in a short bob, dyed an ash blonde, her eyes a shade of light brown—she looks like a demure angel most of the time, but you of all people know it’s a different story when she’s trying to get an interview. that’s why you were shocked when she hadn’t managed to secure one with sae—though, judging by how sae seemed like the type to not bother with promoting himself (not that he needs it), you’re not so surprised.

“hopefully it gets mr tatsuji off your back for the week,” you tell her, opening up your laptop and setting up your desk for the day.

sumi looks around cautiously before taking the seat in front of your desk. she keeps her voice down, “so? are you gonna tell me what the hell happened that you managed to talk to itoshi sae of all people?”

there’s a certain way in which she says his name that makes him sound like some god, some unattainable being far from reach, a creature that should be deemed a myth.

if you had a choice, you’d prefer not to divulge your connections to eita and hence sae (even if it’s two completely different things), but considering how sumi practically saved you multiple times from getting fired and taking the blow for you, you concede. she’s been a good friend, maybe you should just trust her not to ask you to use your connections if you don’t want to.

so, you tell her. not everything, but hopefully just enough to satiate her curiosity for now.

you tell her how you’d known otoya eita since he was sixteen and despicable and prior to the fame, about how you grew to be friends despite not having a good first impression of him at all. you tell her that you went to the same university and drifted apart when you got a (now ex-) boyfriend, and how the both of you reconnected just a year ago and that it felt as if you’d spent no time apart.

of course, you conveniently leave out exactly just how close you and eita had once been—that’s an entire territory that you’re not sure you want to revisit. it’s all too complicated and too unnecessary.

judging by the way she’s beside herself with excitement, desperately trying not to let out a squeal, you decide that’s enough information for her.

a series of questions come at you, from what otoya eita is like behind all that fame, to why there was never any indication of him knowing you.

“don’t tell anyone, okay? but eita just follows my private on his private,” you explain, making sure to be extra quiet, not that anyone would bother. they’re all too busy rushing monday reports, it seems. “that way, we avoid any… rumours.”

the news that her close work friend apparently knows some celebrities gets sumi in a frenzy, her hands immediately flying to her phone and finding your profile, mouth moving as fast as her fingers, asking you what other celebrities you possibly know.

“just eita!” you tell her, trying to get her to hush down, feeling bad that she’s now making a big deal out of it.

sumi gasps, enough to get your desk neighbour to shush at her. she apologises briefly before flipping her phone to show you what she sees—and then you freeze.

surely you’re not seeing this wrong?

what sumi’s showing you is your follower list—just over four hundred people since they’re just the amount of people you’ve bothered to follow up until your university days (excluding sumi).

why the heck has the number increased by two hundred already? you don’t remember doing anything remotely eye-catching.

but then you spot a foreign username there—foreign, but familiar all the same.

why the hell is itoshi sae following you?

this is where you wish you didn’t mute all your instagram notifications.

“and you’re not even following him back!” sumi exclaims, her eyes glued onto the screen as she frantically clicks, clicks, clicks. you’re not even sure what she’s looking for at this point.

grabbing your phone, you rush to your follower list, ready to press on the remove button when sumi’s hand shoots across the table to stop you.

“what are you doing?” she asks, as if you’re about to do something diabolical that holds her fate.

you blink profusely, confused at what exactly is the problem. “i have to remove him from my followers, what if some of his fans go apeshit on me?”

sumi opens her mouth to refute, but then promptly closes it, pouting. “yeah, that’s true. you know, there were rumours once that he once got a fan so crazy that she stalked him into his hotel room one night,” sumi recounts from an article she once saw, shuddering at the thought. “but! this is a good chance to network, you know? just imagine how nice it would be to have the itoshi sae at your beck and call. i bet you’d crawl right up to one of mr. tatsuji’s favourites.”

you didn’t even want to make use of eita, much less sae—and besides, you aren’t comfortable at the idea of using active friendships solely for work, especially when you can offer absolutely nothing in return.

sensing your hesitation, sumi sighs, “at the very least, make sure you thank him for me before removing him? for getting his publicist to approve the interview material,” she giggles, giving you a thumbs up before scooting back to her desk.

once she’s out of sight, you hurry to make your account private, more than happy to stop random strangers from just following you because they’re sae’s fans. besides, you already see some dm requests and you’re too afraid to open them. you know all too well that they could contain less than kind messages and you’re not sure you have the mental capacity for that right now.

the moment that’s out of the way, you immediately look for eita’s message thread.

eita is shit over the phone, so you’re going to have to find him in person. besides, he’s the only one at the entire event last night that would have your socials—you’re going to find out what happened.

“that’s it? a dare? what are you guys, ten?”

listening to the rundown from eita turns out to be much more mediocre than you thought. a follow from itoshi sae turned out to be just because oliver dared him to.

you didn’t think that sae was the obedient type, if you’re honest. but then again, he already exceeded expectations in that area.

“what? you gonna remove him?” eita asks, looking over your shoulder.

it’s 8.14pm and the both of you are in eita’s apartment, the anime playing in the background while the both of you lounge on his sofa, not listening, takeout boxes littering the coffee table after dinner is finished. there’s barely any space between the two of you, just like always.

it’s a comfortable routine. you barely notice it anymore.

“why not? it’s not like he wanted to,” you shrug, and eita knows you’re just keeping your hopes down. you’ve never liked it when people weren’t genuine with their actions.

eita mirrors your movements and pulls away, leaning back. “suit yourself,” he coos, his bangs falling clumsily over his eyes. while you lazily transition to scrolling through your feed, eita’s watchful eyes scan your face. you don’t notice the way his gaze drop slowly from your eyes, to the tip of your nose, and then lingers on your lips. “you gonna stay over tonight?”

you don’t even tear your eyes away from the screen. “i don’t know,” you sigh—and eita knows better than to ask about your personal situation at this timing.

as the flashing lights of the video you’re watching bounce off your face—pink, blue hues—eita adjusts himself, making himself comfortable and settling his head on your lap, earning himself a flick on the forehead.

“what’re you doing?”

lately he’s been like this; shameless in the way he approaches you, smirking whenever you question him about it because he knows for a fact that you don’t mind. it’s like how you were back in your university days after all, before you drifted apart.

“it’s my house, i get to relax, right?” he gives you a shit-eating grin that you can only roll your eyes to. and you don’t move away either, so he takes that as his cue to stay.

weird as it is, it feels just right like this right now—like a sort of familiarity you need because home just isn’t cutting it for you. even if you’d only reconnected for the last year, it feels like nothing changed. eita is still eita; always doing what he likes and asks you so shamelessly for anything and everything. (you’re the same way.)

“fine, as long as that’s all you do,” you tell him, staring at him suspiciously because you know eita likes to push his boundaries. though, that’s nothing new to you. the two of you have always been on a push-and-pull.

the way his fingers pull gently on your chin feels purposeful, even the way he gives you a knowing look. “why? afraid we’ll fall into old habits?”

you feel a heat rush to your cheeks, immediately swatting his hand away before you shoot out of your seat, forcing eita to sit up. there’s a slight hint of affection in his gaze that you barely notice, gone by the time you decide to give a second look.

eita’s always been good at burying feelings.

“i’m gonna go shower,” you excuse yourself, only now noticing that maybe you’re a bit too familiar with his place.

“ignoring the question, y/n?” eita’s grinning, smug because he can see the way your guard falters ever so slightly. maybe that’s the perks of having known you for such a long time—he gets a glimpse of what you’re like under all that deflecting and unseriousness that you like to show people.

“eita,” you groan, and he snorts, your admittance of defeat always sounding so unwilling, just like a spoiled child that doesn’t get their way.

he gestures for you to go, unbothered. “you know where everything is,” because even eita knows you can walk around blindfolded and find anything you want in there. “oh by the way,” he manages to stop you halfway to his bathroom. “i got a date in a few days, but you can continue staying here for as long as you want.”

you narrow your gaze, dubious. “no thanks, don’t wanna be here when you guys fuck in the next room,” you say, sticking your tongue out. “besides, i don’t wanna get too used to avoiding… her.”

the last part is barely audible, your voice not over thirty decibels, but eita hears you loud and clear. he walks towards you, an arm extending around you as he pulls you into him. he smells like a hint of his cologne—aquatic and citrus. he’s always worn this scent, and you just barely avoid making a joke about how he keeps wearing the same cologne since he was eighteen, the same one you gifted him way back then.

things between you and eita are always either too serious or not at all; you’re both good at being avoidant like that.

neither of you speak after that, because by the time you get out of the shower, eita’s already passed out on the couch, and you could just honestly use some alone time.

you shamelessly take his bedroom for yourself, making yourself comfortable, settling under the covers with the air conditioning on full blast. it’s been a while since you’d had a comfortable sleep. when was the last time you slept over here anyway? a few weeks ago?

your barely-open eyes sleepily scroll through the feed, liking pictures of your friends out on holidays or posting about their abundant love life. it’s all normal until you see another notification on the top of your screen—something you didn’t expect seeing again.

why is itoshi sae requesting to follow you?

around the same timing, about a half hour from otoya’s apartment, oliver’s place is being visited by the group, except for one.

“hey, where the fuck’s otoya?” shidou sneers, only realising halfway through the night that a certain white-haired man is missing.

oliver scoffs, passing him the beer as he takes a seat around the wooden table on the balcony, fridge stocked full. “read the chat, guy ditched us last minute,” oliver explains, before nodding towards the front door as two more people arrive. “but don’t worry, i got us reinforcements.”

shidou whips his head around, eyes squinting trying to figure out who it is from the silhouettes. he groans in discontempt when he realises who it is. “really? did we have to invite her?”

acting coy, oliver grins, “why not? she’s cool.”

karasu laughs, keeping his voice down, dipping his chips in some salsa, watching as they stumble in together. “yeah right, you just like to see sae in distress when she clings onto him.”

a finger to his lips, oliver hushes them, careful not to let the two guests overhear, watching as bianca strolls in with a happy grin, wearing what oliver recognises as sae’s hat and pullover. but not that he’s making it very discreet with his intentions, with him making them join in a game, getting them to kiss more than a couple of times.

it’s all harmless fun; the turn falling onto bianca and some of them just tell her to kiss who she thinks is the hottest guy here (because they all know who she’ll choose anyway) and just waiting for sae to call it quits.

at least, for bianca, it’s a win; this isn’t the first time she’s kissed him, no. they kissed before, when she was upset that one time over the stress she got from her career, and she’ll remember it always, even if she had recoiled from her earlier courage and told him she did that because she was just stressed out. at least, he didn’t seem to mind. he didn’t say anything or tried to drift from her either.

and she’ll remember tonight’s kisses too, because it’s been a long time since then. and sae’s lips is always so soft and gentle and if she had it her way she would ask for him to kiss her back properly because he’s always been so lacklustre about it. this is a game, but still.

she likes how he won’t deny her or be a spoilsport, and she likes how his hand rubs her back when she looks like she’s been drinking too much too fast. usually she hates it when people tells her to do anything but when he tells her to “slow down” and “don’t get too drunk” she finds herself filled with affection.

until today, oliver has had absolutely no interest in the fact that sae and bianca seem to be tight. but after sae’s blatantly obvious interest in you last night, it’s small fun just to see him be so reluctant after getting called to be the receiving end of a simple kiss. not that bianca likes to make it simple, slipping her tongue into it and catching sae off guard. it’s almost pitiful how he can tell that sae can’t wait to pull away each time, not an ounce of the same feeling that bianca is seemingly giving him.

the silver lining in all this is that oliver thinks that bianca is at least oblivious to sae’s lack of interest. maybe it’s because oliver’s known him for way longer that he can tell.

leaning back against his seat, sae looks around, realising that otoya isn’t there either. one look at the group chat and he can tell why.

there’s a tinge of perplex he feels when he realises how close the two of you are.

speaking of you, sae opens his instagram just to see that you’re now private. private and he’s not following you. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the way he’s still so curious about you that he clicks on that follow button again, for the second time in two days. you seemed to have fun milking some answers out of him last night—this is a quick one-eighty from that.

and it’s not like he has any entertainment currently. he only came here because bianca dragged him over, saying it might be fun to play with his friends. he isn’t even fully sure she likes them, to be honest. but judging by the way she’s already had to kiss half of them maybe he was wrong. as long as sae doesn’t have to do anymore of those, he’s fine.

bianca’s arm snakes around his, her head coming to lean against his shoulder. “i’m tired,” she sighs, yawning and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “take me back?”

that’s actually the best news he’s heard all night. “sure, i’ll get a cab,” he tells her, oblivious to the objection of the other guys, keying in the name of her hotel into the ride-hailing app.

“we could just stay at yours, it’s nearer, right?” bianca asks.

oliver is beside himself, grinning as he overhears her question, knowing full well that sae is completely immune to her less-than-subtle hints.

“it’s fine, i’ll send you back before i go home,” sae tells her, already trying to find a ride.

bianca’s disappointment is evident on her face, only oliver paying attention enough to actually realise it. it’s nearly comical how sae doesn’t even seem to notice at all.

“you could stay over, it’s getting pretty late,” bianca offers, the second time she’s been so obvious about it. oliver’s eyes flick from the poor girl to his friend, sipping on his beer as he leans back and watches the show.

it’s almost funny how all sae does is ruffle her head before gesturing for them to go, saying that the cab’s there. oliver nearly gives his condolences for her failed attempts. maybe if he liked her better then he would actually feel sorry for her. but he tried his best—he gave her multiple chances to kiss him already, what else more could he have done?

in the cab, bianca passes out, her entire body pressed against him. it’s more of a hassle to move her, so sae lets her stay there, letting her have his shoulder so she doesn’t wake up. she’s been like that most of the time, just being too close and touchy, but he supposes it’s normal with her so he doesn’t think too much of it.

what he is thinking about as he looks at his phone now is why you haven’t let him in yet. it’s stupid and silly and he doesn’t know what to do with the fact that he’s still curious about you even now and so maybe you’re going to have to deal with it a little.

he scrolls to his contacts, eyes lingering over the contact he had saved last night. you’re the one who gave him your number anyway. maybe it isn’t so out of line.

by the time the cab arrives at the hotel, bianca’s just barely able to support herself, arm tightly looped around sae’s, and he thanks the gods that it’s late and barely anyone is up and about right now. the last thing he wants is another rumour mill with bianca, especially if the setting is in a hotel, of all places.

still, he supposes he shouldn’t leave her here helpless, so he walks her to her room, her feet stumbling over themselves, and he decides that it’s just faster to carry her from the lift to her room at least—then he can get home and get to sleep because it’s so late and he’s more than exhausted.

he carries her through the door, cautiously setting her down on the bed, pulling the blanket over her, making sure he makes minimal noise. luckily, it’s quiet tonight and no one’s out in the halls making a ruckus.

as he’s about to leave, he feels a tug on his jacket sleeve, a weak pull as bianca stirs awake. “you won’t stay with me?” she asks, voice meek and eyes half open.

sae stops in his tracks, making sure she gets comfortable before he even thinks about going. “it’s fine, i’m heading back. there’s water by the nightstand, drink it if you need. do you want a bucket?”

she pouts, averting her gaze. “i want you to stay.”

bianca’s always been the same. sae’s used to all these requests by now, but he’s also unchanging.

“it’s late, go to sleep,” he tells her, not offering anything else before he’s out the door, ready to hurry back and rest. the next few days will be a hectic schedule for him and he needs all he can get.

there’s been absolutely nothing groundbreaking the past few days, and life is mundane as usual. all he can really look forward to is the season starting up again. but as he gets into a cab, his hat safely back on his own head, he catches a gradually familiar name appearing on his screen.

he’s tired as hell, and his eyes might as well close by now, but somehow, the ghost of a smile graces his face. there’s something about the insinuation of you not being able to sleep and then thinking about him that makes him just a little excited.

summoning the last of his energy, he types an okay into the text box, falling asleep immediately after.

sae’s really not sure what the fuck he’s feeling, and what the hell it even means. but maybe, just maybe, there’s some effort worth there.

extras !

sae typed his reply but forgot to send it…

this is the first time sae’s ever been the one to initiate; usually he doesn’t care enough to want anyone’s socials or to try to keep in touch.

sae never brought up the time bianca kissed him because he doesn’t really want to make anything of it. (he is very oblivious to all her subsequent attempts.)

otoya lied when he told yn he didn’t have anything on; he’d choose her over drunken nights almost always. (and has done so quite a few times, which is why oliver immediately caught on this time.)

yn has stayed over at otoya’s quite a few times, so she has enough of her stuff there to last at least a few days!

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