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۶ৎ ─ skatentines!

pairings : kaminari d. x gn!reader

warnings : swearing, mutual pinning, cheesy, SO AWKWARD, a bit slow-paced, reader is kinda flirty :P

a/n : FIRST SMAU I'VE EVER WRITTEN SORRY IF ITS BAD :(

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“Siiiigghhh…”

Today had been slow in the skate shop, and nothing bores the blonde boy more than a slow day in the shop. Kaminari huffed, glancing his golden eyes to the clock, watching it tick by slowly. The faint electric guitar riffing the melody he had grown to know every high and lows already had repeated for the fifth time that day, and all he had to say was a groan as he threw his head to the counter as he peeked at the time again, wishing his shift was magically over.

Ring! The door opened, a small bell rang from the top of it, as you walked in, your eyes darted around the shop as your hands clutched a skateboard by the trucks of it. Then, you spotted him, walking over slowly.

“Hey, um…” You spoke, fidgeting with the wheels of the board.

“I’m here to get some wheel change…” 

Kaminari stood there for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly as he seemed to eye you up and down. Then he spoke up, clearing his throat.

“Oh! Uh… yeah, w-we can help with that.” He smiled sheepishly, nervously rubbing his hands to the side of his jeans.

You handed your board, carefully placing it on his hands as he reached out. The board clacked softly against the counter as he placed it down, wheels facing up. He hissed in the air from his teeth.

“Nice board.” He grinned at you, which slowly turned into pursing his lips from his realization of his awkwardness.

You nodded your head, “Thanks,” 

Silence fell between you two, broken only by the faint melody of Avril Lavigne singing from the speakers; something about skater boys, and the sound of him rummaging through the counter’s cabinets, taking out a wrench, and a new set of wheels, as well as a piece of cloth already dirtied by oil.

“So uh,” “Just the same set? Streets?” He made sure, pausing his hands just before he opened the packed wheels.

You nodded, “Yeah, streets.”

Damn it, this is so… awkward… He thought, biting the insides of his cheek, pursing his lips with slightly furrowing brows as he nodded to your request. He cleared his throat, maybe louder than he had to. His hands opened the wrapped wheels, white, solid, and smooth, with small designs at the sides. He glanced at you from beneath his hair, meeting your eyes maybe a little bit too precisely. He darted his eyes back down, clearing his throat again. The familiar feeling of heat creeped up his neck. 

“S-so uh…” He croaked, “How long’ve you had this board for?” 

You stammered for a second, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Around… two years?” 

He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Nice,” “You took nice care” He smiled, tilting his head up from his work to look at you.

Much to his surprise, he was met with you smiling back so sweetly as you nodded. “I don’t really skate that often.” You admitted, chuckling as you softly swayed your body back and forth to get rid of the nerves. He laughed along, screwing tight the bolts before he lifted the board up, turning it around to check it from below.

“That should do it,” He grins, handing the board back to you.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” Receiving the board on your right hand, you reached into your bag to take out your wallet.

He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly to be considering something in his head as he eyed you up and down from your face to your board. Then, he grinned, turning to the cashier, tapping on a tablet before looking back at you. Seeing your confused face, he giggled. “For someone as cute as you? Free.” He said, his grin turning to a small smirk. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckle lightly, tilting your head to the side to study his face, I guess he’s kind of cute. His eyes stayed fixed, nodding as he gestured to you to be off on your way.

“More than sure.” 

“...Okay thenn…” You smiled, shrugging off.

As you left, he waited for a moment, listening until your steps had receded, before he hit his head, slapping himself on the cheek because what the hell was that, Kami?! He mocked himself, reenacting the way he said his flirt to you, and cringed. Groaning loudly as he dropped his head on the counter.

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“Come o-on! It’s been months since we last hung outt!” Mina’s voice whined from the phone. You hummed as you contemplated, your hand lazily flicked down on your board’s wheels, the same free wheels from a month ago, now already scratched and dirty from use.

Sigh… “Okay, fine, meet me at the park.” You smiled, complying as you stood up and flicked your board to your hand. Mina’s cheer was heard, followed along by a repeating chant of ‘Let’s go!’. 

Winds of afternoon greeted you as you walked out the gates of your apartment complex, you zipped up your jacket, one hand clutching the board by the deck, letting it rest beside your waist. 

Upon arriving, Mina was sitting on the edge of a curb, her legs curled up against her chest while her head rested on her knees, lazily gazing down on her pink phone while her board lay idly beside her.

“Oi” You called out, snickering at her lonely form.

Her head snapped to your direction, grinning as she jumped up, greeting you. “Y/N!!” She chimed, skipping her steps to you. “I need to go to the skate shop down the street first, c’mon.’ She cheekily smiled, tugging by your hand to turn your body to the opposite direction.

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Ring! The shop’s door rang, jolting Kaminari awake from the nap on his hands, making him stand back up immediately. “Hey, welcome—”

Wait. He recognized… that smile, your face, your eyes, he remembered that. Of course he did, despite it being a whole month ago. He told Eijiro of your purchase that day, sheepishly admitting he gave away a 2000 yen worth of purchase to someone he thought looked so cute. Sure, he got some scolding, but it was worth it… he guesses. 

The world sure is small. You’re friends with Mina, a friend he had known even before he worked here. 

“Mina!” He greeted, grinning as he made his exit from behind the counter. Mina smiled, hugging him as she rambled about how she missed going into the shop, and how her injuries’ gotten better so now she can start skating again.

Kaminari smiled, glancing towards you, he mustered up the courage to greet you. “Hey, I remember you.” He said, grinning sweetly as if that was a normal thing to say to someone who you had met only the second time. 

“I remember you, too,” You replied a little too quickly. I mean—how could you not? The cute blonde who gave away a wheel set worth 2000 yen to you? And for a second, just one second, you swore to yourself you saw his smile tightened just slightly as you said that.

He quickly diverted his gaze away from yours, clearing his throat to push away that small blush creeping up his neck. “So uh…” He rubs his neck, glancing at you two from the corners of his eyes. “W-what brought you guys here?”

“Just wanted to get some spray paints.” Mina chimed, already making her way to the shop’s aisles, before shortly the sound of cans clanking in her hands were heard, muttering to herself as she debated on the colors she wanted to get, something about pink or yellows, while Kaminari stood awkwardly by your side, waiting for her to make her purchase by the counter as he swayed back and forth on his feet. “So uh… you wanna get anythin’...?” He spoke finally, a hint of crack was heard in his voice as he grinned sheepishly, puckering his lips to the side almost immediately.

“No…” You chuckled fiddly. “Just uh… waiting for her…” Your thumb pointed to Mina, who was still muttering to herself by the aisle.

It seemed like crickets sang between the two of you, and if this was a reality show, the narrator had probably commented ‘Awkward…’ towards your interaction. He opened his mouth slightly, a small sound came out from him like he was trying to say something… but then, Mina made her way back, rattling the cans in her hands as she grinned happily. “Got ‘em!! Let’s go!” 

And so you two walked out. You turned to look at him as you reached for the door, with an intention of waving to him. His smile greeted you. A dumb, silly, adorable smile, before he quickly snapped back to reality, waving back to you frantically.

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The first thing that greeted you as you opened a packet of bandages at home were Mina’s texts, chiming your phone.

You snicker at your phone, placing it beside you as you gently placed a bandaid on your scraped knee, patting it softly to secure it in place. 

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It’s February! What better way is there to celebrate the month filled with hearts then to make an event? Thundergrind, the small skate shop down the street near a skate park, had been busy from the night before, decorating their ceilings with little paper hearts and unpacked their valentines’ special uniforms. Kaminari and Eijirou half-heartedly did one last check of their shop, before nodding in agreement, iiitt’s ready!

The blonde stood by the counter, waiting for any customers to enter, his foot tapping the floor to the song playing by the speakers. His job today was easy; help people decorate their boards, and spray paint their shirts. 

He groaned, “Vaaalleenntiinness’...” dropping his head to the counter. 

He is convinced to the core that today is going to be the most boring day of his time at the skate shop, if not the whole week. He’s still got at least a week handling the same job, and probably witnessing some disgusting interactions between the couples in the shop. Eijiro snickered, “C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He smiled, nudging Kaminari’s shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” Kaminari huffed, resting his chin on his palm.

The day went on almost as he expected, straining smiles to the couples requesting cheesy designs, laughing a bit too loud at any awkward jokes, at least the shop’s lively he thought.

Ring! The shop’s door rang for the umpteenth time that day, and suddenly his job that day felt like lead weights on his shoulder. Watching you walk in with a blank white tee slung over your shoulder, making a bee line to his counter.

“Oh! Hey uh–... It’s you, hehe…” He smiled, then grinned, then just pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair.

You smiled nodding to him as a greeting while you slowly took the shirt from your shoulder, while your other hand fidgeted with your phone.

“I heard you guys… do shirt designs, for valentines'...?” You asked, raising your shoulders as you lifted the shirt in your hands.

He nodded fervently, smiling. “Mhm!” As his gloved hands already readied the spray paints on the counter, “I’ll do whatever you want—” 

Pause.

“...I- I meant the designs.” 

You snickered, handing him the shirt.

And for a moment, the small warmth from his gloved hand brushed against your fingers, a smile crept up your lips.

“I wanted a lightning bolt,” You said, shyly tilting your head to the side as you averted his nervous gaze. “Like your hair,” 

A moment of silence was there, and you looked up to see him silently stammering while his hand tried to translate what he was trying to say, the other sheepishly brushing his hair back.

“Cool, cool, I can definitely do that.” He finally manages while clearing his throat, a hint of shakiness in his voice while his hands scurried to find the spray paints again. “Y-yellow? Oorr…” 

You nodded, reaching your finger to the shirt to trace the design you had in mind. “Mhm, yellow, going from here to here,”

He smiled, nodding as he bent down to the shirt, putting on his mask while propping himself on his shoulders to get started on the shirt.

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Kaminari sighed, pulling down his mask while he brushed his hand under his nose. He smiled, satisfied with the work he’d done on your shirt, now decorated with a lightning bolt across it. He looked up to you, grinning.

“So, how’d you like it?” A proud tone on his voice.

You smiled, silently chuckling at his obvious pride. “I love it, Kami, Thanks.

“...You did a great job,” You added, even if it wasn’t even necessary. 

The blonde’s grin faltered to a shy smile, as he brushed his hand under his nose again, a smudge of paint perched on it, and without a single thought,

you reached your hand, gently wiping his nose while snickering, “You got something… there.”

WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKK I’m gonna die RIGHT NOW. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW.

“Oh! Uh– Thanks…y/n,”

Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed before he so very shakily said, “Y-you’re… so sweet.” 

His hands scurried to take off his gloves, as he turned his back on you, muttering stuff you didn’t quite catch, something along the lines of 'Why did you say that?!' or something. When he turned back around, he grinned again, it seemed strained, almost awkward as he reached for your shirt.

“H-here, uh–...” 

CLANG! TANG! Were the sounds the cans made as he knocked them over, hurrying to salvage them before they made too much noise.

“S-sorry, here..”

You giggled, gently grabbing the shirt he handed. As you reached for your wallet, he reached out, almost grabbing your wrist to stop you. “It’s… o-on the house.” He smiled, immediately pulling back his hand to his side, clenching his fist.

“Really now, again?” You smiled.

“...If it makes you think of me, theenn… why not?” He grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of his nerves. You couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, failing miserably to hold back a smile, then a grin. “I already do.” You mumbled, before your ears picked up on a thud, while he ducks down to grab some more paint, along with some more cans clattering. He stood up immediately, rubbing the top of his head with the stupidest grin he’s thrown at you. 

You still reached for your wallet anyway, grabbing the pen lying by the counter to scribble something on the cash you had, placing it on the counter before you turned away, throwing him one last smile. 

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Closing time had never felt so nice. Kaminari’s smile hadn’t faltered since you left. In his pocket (that he kept on checking in to) lies the cash you had given him, despite his words. He rummaged his pocket again as he locked the shop’s doors, unfolding the small ruffled up paper, as his fingers smoothed out the small numbers you had written messily on it, your phone number. 

He couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as he walked, his eyes looking at the Yen like it’s a treasure he had found in the middle of trash, which it is, in his opinion. 

“Spill,” Eijiro chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve sulked all day, but now you’re all jolly?”

Kaminari’s hand immediately pocketed the small cash, clearing his throat. “Nothin’” Yet his smile betrayed his ecstasy. “Just…happy that the day’s over, is all.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Eijiro’s skepticism was obvious as he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Mhm, suuuuure.” 

…

“I got their number!!” Kaminari blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth to hide his huge smile.

The red head’s eyes widen, along with his toothy smile. A cheer escaped his lips as he pushed Kaminari’s shoulder, laughing. “Text them, hello??” 

“I will, I will!!!” 

“...At home.” Kaminari stuck out his tongue, pacing up his steps to race past Eijiro.

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Kaminari immediately closed, locked his apartment door. Leaning against it while clutching his phone on his chest, he looked like those rom-com movie characters right now. His grin still graced his red-nosed face, as he slowly glanced down to his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing out his first message to you.

Kaminari’s smile tensed. His thumbs froze, and the typing… bubble kept on replaying the animation as he stared at your message. He speeds to his bed, screaming into his pillow while he giggles, but stops abruptly to slap himself.

“Be a man, Kaminari, be a man.” 

He huffed, slapping both his hands to his cheeks.

Never had a laugh and a scream escaped from his lips that fast, and that loud. Kaminari’s hand slammed his phone to the bed, as he covered his mouth with his pillow again, giggling while jumping all around his apartment. 

Handsome. HANDSOME. HANDSOME.

He quickly scurried to his bed again, kneeling down before it while he rests his elbows by the edge of the bed, his hands shakily handling the phone again. A huge grin graced his face, and his mouth couldn't keeps on squealing, letting out held-back giggles as he typed.

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The evening winds caressed his face gently as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one hand clutching his phone, one hand rubbing up and down on his bag’s strap nervously. In his pocket, lay a small letter he wrote himself after around ten times redoing, along with a small simple black bracelet he had bought just three days before, dragging Eijiro and Mina to find the perfect one. 

“Kami,” Your voice softly called, making him turn around to look at you. And if the shop’s LED’s weren’t enough to make your eyes look like the prettiest things he’s seen in the world, then boy did the setting sun and the skies do. 

Oh, oh. 

The first impression he had on you when you two first met was that you were so cute. But goodness the orange hue of the sun bouncing off your hair, your cheeks, oh my GOD he was ready to just kiss your cheeks.

“H-Hey! Uh…” 

“You look… n-nice…” He grins, sheepishly swaying his body right and left as you approach.

You smiled, running your hand back through your hair while you fidgeted something in your pocket.

“Thanks, Kami.” 

He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. His hands twitched—he wanted to pinch your cheeks. But he held back, obviously.

You two walked along the skate park, accompanied by the scrapes and the clacks of other skaters in the park, chatting and rambling about various things. He would beam up when you mentioned you also liked Avril Lavigne, or My Chemical Romance, and even Paramore. Awkwardly, he would tell you that he can do a trick, then landing on his bum after doing a small ollie. 

Then, you would giggle and snicker, and he finds himself purposely messing up his tricks just to hear those cuts of laughter from you. And every time he did succeed to earn your laughter, he’d give the stupidest, dorkiest smile ever, before standing up, brushing himself off. 

“You’re faking this,” You teased, between laughter.

“Naaaww, I’m just bad.” He grins, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes flickering between you and the ground as he smiles. “Okay, maybe I’m doing it on purpose.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender while he walked backwards.

“...But only ‘cause I get to hear you laugh,” His smile immediately faltered when he realized what he had just said. “L-Like in the way that uh—...”

“You like my laugh…?” You chuckled, tilting your head.

“Yeah?” cough cough “Uhm… in a your-laugh-is-nice kinda way, y’know?” He chuckled nervously, shrugging off his nerves and his ever growing blush.

“...And I guess your face is nice too,”

“A-and your hair… your voice…” He muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

You blinked, smiling as you let out a huff. “You like me… back?”

He groaned, throwing his hands up to his hair, covering his face with his palms, “Fine, I guess I like you… a lot…”

Pause.

“W-wait— ‘back’?” He looked up to you from between his fingers, his voice muffled. You only smiled back, pretending to be clueless as his grin grew and he jumped towards you with laughter echoing in the air, hugging you tightly, before quickly remembering something, pulling back as he cleared his throat.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small letter and a bracelet, handing it over to you as he looked to the ground. “For you,”

You smiled, “Aw,”

“Thank you, Kami” You said, admiring the small loop. 

You happily accepted his small gift as you reached into your own pocket, taking out a small miniature skateboard keychain. “My turn, for you, too.” Your hand handed over the keychain, and he nervously accepted it to his palm, smiling softly as he admired it. 

“It’s cute, thanks, y/n.”

“...Cute, l-like you.”

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And as you stepped into the floors of your apartment once more, you sighed in contentment. The smile you've gotten since two hours ago hadn't left, and it's still stubbornly keeping its ground there.

Your hand rummaged through your pocket again, slowly fishing out the letter he had given you.

Your smile only grew wider as you read;

Dear y/n.

I'm not rlly the best @ writing letters, so I'm sorry if this is bad :(

Thanks forr enterring the skate shop, my days there got brighter and better ever since I saw you. (coz ur so cute) I know it's probs rlly cheesy, but I'm saying the truth. Like... idk why but you just made my days better, and I'm thankful for that

Like I said, I'm bad at writing letters, but I'm happy you wanted to meet me :)

All love, Kami.

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a/n : LAAATTTEEE SOO LAATTEE SUPER LATE VALENTINES' POST SORRY :(

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ — rain, rain, wash it all away.

she was right. rain did feel nice.

pairings : tsuyu a. x gn!reader

genre : fluff, hurt-comfort

warnings : swearing

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Never in Tsuyu’s life would she think she’d fall for you. Hard. A friend she held so dearly, one that she would turn to in the midst of her busy mind, one that she would cry to, laugh with, everything. And yet here she was, heart thumping harder than it’s supposed to, hands clammy and her smile felt too stiff. Suddenly, her habit of letting her hands hang down felt weird to her, and she didn’t know where to place them.

You didn’t seem to notice though, much to her relief and disappointment. 

She hated it. Hated the way she didn’t feel as loose with you anymore, the way she felt too much or even too less for you. Her usual carefree and aloofness seemed to just run away from her grasp the moment you smiled at her, or laughed, or… anything.

Tsuyu wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the way you’ve always been present to lend a shoulder for her to lean to, or maybe the way you’d smile at her small mutters when she focused on a task. Maybe… maybe it had always been there. 

Maybe she just didn’t notice. 

But now that she did, it felt too much for her. She didn’t know what to do with them, so she tried to handle them herself.

To say that she was avoiding you wouldn’t be true to her, but she was. 

She stopped her small glances and snickers she’d share with you across the room every time someone said something funny, or the way she’d smack your shoulder with a giggle when you said a dirty joke.

Now you’re left wondering what you did so wrong, why she wasn’t smiling at you the same as before, why it was still easy for her to smile with people, and not you. 

You kept your smile, kept saying your small hi’s and hey’s to her, kept chiming those jokes she’d laugh about. You kept being yourself. So what was so wrong? It felt like the more you tried to talk to her about it, she always had an excuse. Always had to go somewhere, always had someone else call her away from you. 

And somehow, that someone would be something, something…Eijiro.

He’d throw that sneaky grin to her, one she’d smile back to, or maybe he’d say something—something so funny she’d laugh. 

You couldn’t help it. Eijiro’s a great guy, the boy inspired you a lot to improve yourself and to keep fighting. But lately, he just looks annoying in your eyes. And you hated feeling that way.

But when you accidentally hit Eijiro too hard on the face, and she comes running to him? 

“Shit– s-sorry Ei,” You gasped, rushing to his stumbling form. 

He grinned, waving a hand in dismissal while the other rubbed his cheek. “No, no! That was amazing, y/n!!” Eijiro laughed, giving you a thumbs up. 

“Eijiro,” Tsuyu ran, passing you from behind. “Are you okay…?” 

Oh God it was so hard for you to stay smiling and apologize. Maybe you should punch him again. 

You huffed, trying to hide it off as a small chuckle rather than a scoff. As you gave a last look to the two, you threw Eijiro a small ice pack with a strained smile before walking off to the locker room to change. 

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“Fucking shit,” You muttered, trying to hide the venom dripping from your voice. Your hand harshly shoved your training shoes into the locker, breaths heavy, hot. You didn’t even know who you were cursing out. Not one of them was even in the wrong, not in the slightest.

“Can’t even— fucking–” 

The locker clasped, briefly trapping a small flesh of your skin, pinching it sharply. 

“Agh! Bastard—!!” You winced, sucking the finger as an attempt to comfort it. 

You huffed, kicking yourself onto the small bench in the middle of the aisle. Your heart thrummed, drumming against your chest like it shouted for itself. It ached, it hurt. Badly. Worst thing is, you can’t even do anything about it. Who were you to be jealous of someone who’s not even yours to claim?

Eijiro’s heavy steps soon came close, before a calloused hand was placed onto your shoulder. 

“You did great today, y/n. Don’t worry ‘bout punching me,” he chuckled, patting your shoulder lightly. 

“..Fuck off.” You muttered, harshly standing up to trudge toward the exit. 

He stood there, his grin frozen to confusion as his hand still hovered over where your shoulder used to be at. Bringing his hand to scratch his cheek, “...Okay, I guess..”

Your boots trudged against the concrete floors, breaths heavy and labored as you painfully tried to hide your boiling feelings, or the way your face scowled so deeply, you might need to iron it out later. 

Tsuyu’s eyes followed your form. You saw it, felt it tingling by the side of your face. You wanted to smile, to grin at her again, but you just couldn’t. It felt like climbing a mountain to smile at her. 

Okay maybe it didn’t. Not with her adorable eyes looking to you like she was always ready to listen to you, or the way her lips were always shaped into a small pout you loved so much—too much. You couldn’t stay mad, not when you hear that small ‘ribbit’ every time she says something. You just can't help but be angry at yourself.

But by Tsuyu’s eyes, it looked like you were angry at her. 

Your eyes glanced at her in a way she wasn’t used to. Not that same smile and light hearted chuckle you’d let out as you waved to her. No, they looked at her like you wanted her gone.

For a second she reached out, yet your steps were fast, angry, like you didn’t want her near you. So she stopped, letting her hand fall back to her side.

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One night, you had enough. 

The class laughed and chattered along, giggling at the movie playing by the T.V. 

All night your eyes had only glanced to the right or at your phone, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. It’s like even your head refused to turn to the left, knowing she probably sat by him, giggling softly under her breath as he whispered something to her ear. And you couldn’t see it. Couldn’t bear to. 

So you stood up, almost too suddenly. Hanta even asked where you were going, and you muttered, “Out.” Short, simple, sharp. 

You needed it..

Needed out, some breath of fresh air. 

Needed to calm yourself down from whatever demon’s tugging on your nerves.

You hoped she noticed, hoped she didn’t. Hoped that she could at least just call out your name, hoped she just stayed silent. 

With fast, strained steps, you found yourself outside. Dark was the night, loud and silent with the rain and thunder, and no one to talk to. Your heart pounded in your chest, clawing by your chest, begging to scream out. 

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered to no one, letting the water drip from your forehead to your nose. 

“Stupid feelings—” 

Your throat felt tight, like it clenched to your neck, strangling you to coax out your cries.

“Stupid, stupid!!” 

“I hate them, I— I hate her!!!” 

For a second you felt a presence, steps stopping behind you as if hesitant to approach. 

“What…?” Tsuyu’s voice softly whimpered. The rain almost felt like it stopped, and if it didn’t, it fell silent to your ears. None of the loud pitter-pattering to the ground and the roof, the world narrowed and silenced for her. 

“Y-you didn’t… you didn’t mean that… right..?” Her eyes narrowed, searching into yours. 

A breath hitched in your lungs, refusing to come up. And your head screamed for you to say sorry. 

“Leave me alone,” Your mouth betrayed, refusing to turn and look at her. 

She mumbled a noise, like you had punched her. “N-No..”

Your head snapped to her direction, your body following suit. “What the fuck do you even want, Tsu?”

“First you avoided me for no reason, now you’re refusing to just leave me alone?” You scoffed, your face twisting to a frustrated smirk. 

The small wide eyed girl flinched, her pout turned to a small frown, as if not used to seeing you like this. Thunder clapped above the two of you, “It— it’s not like that!!” She cried out, her voice breaking with the rain.

A laugh escaped your lips, disbelieved. 

“I mean it, y/n, please!!” 

“I…I was just scared, okay..?!”

“Scared..?” You echoed, eyebrows stitching together closer. “Scared?!” So did your steps. Your finger pointed to her, holding back the venom you were dripping with. “You pushed me away!! And what?”

“All for a boy?!” You scoffed again, pushing her shoulder. “I thought you were better than that, Tsu!!”

“It’s not about Eijiro!!!” She shouted, her head ducked down, rain dripping from her bangs, her fists clenched so tight to her sides they trembled.

“I don’t like him like that, o-okay?! I like…”

“I like you…”

Almost a whisper.

Just enough as a whimper. 

The rain silenced again. Your eyes refuse to look at anything, not even acknowledging the water dripping from your lashes into your eyes, they only narrowed down to her. 

Her. Clenching herself by her arms, shivering from the cold, water glistened her skin as it gleamed softly under the floodlights. Her dark green hair slick to her face, her small shoulders shaking softly with each and every sob she held back. Her.

Sobbing. For you.

Because of you. 

And your mind is alarmed again, screaming the same tune, telling you to apologize. 

“I.. I was scared, okay..?” Tsuyu croaked, her small, shrill voice breaking more and more. “I was scared you’ll… push me away… s-so—”

“..So you pushed me away first?” You cut, not with a shout, no. A murmur. Small, hesitant, hurt.

With reluctance, she nodded, “I-I’m sorry.. I.. I was just..”

You stayed silent. Not because you didn’t know what to say, but the fact she was so clueless. Clueless that you like her back just as much, if not more. 

You’d do anything just to hear her say she liked you. 

“I like you too.” You mumbled, sounding more like a grumble. “I like you too, Tsu.” Just in case she didn’t hear it. 

“H-huh..?” 

“..I like you, ugh.. do I have to keep saying it?” You complained, throwing your head to the side. 

And she giggled. That sweet little giggle you love so much, finally landing in your ears, for you to hear. Not Eijiro, not anyone, she giggled because of you once more. “Y-you do..?”

“Yeeess,” You sighed, combing your hair back in frustration, trying your hardest to hide the warm tingling feeling creeping up your neck. Your eyes glanced at her, covering her mouth as she giggled softly, the sound merging with the rain’s melody. God, all you could do was smile. As much as you refused to, your lips quirked up, smiling softly at her giggles. 

“Happy now?” You grinned sheepishly, kicking the rocks beneath your feet.

“Mhm,” She smiled, stepping closer. Her hands clasped behind her as she did, eyeing you curiously from below. 

Your eyes found her form once more, smiling at you as she stepped closer. Suddenly the rain fell warm on your cheeks, cold on your clammy hands.

With a puff of air, you pulled her close, hands wrapping by her shoulders and her waist. 

Rainy days have always been Tsuyu’s favorite. 

It may be yours too, now.

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when window shopping at the mall with your boyfriend hanta sero takes a unexpected turn

contains: f!reader, minor drug use, established relationship, fluff

authors note: this is shorter than i wanted it to be </3

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hanta doesn’t know how he ended up here.

it was supposed to be a casual saturday with this favorite girl in the world.

when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to the mall, mostly so you could window shop, —while he secretly kept a mental note of everything that caught your eye for later reference —he had no right to say no.

and when you also suggested taking the edibles that had been sitting at the bottom of the junk drawer for two days and eating them right before the mall trip his heart melted. he’s definitely with the right girl.

okay, so maybe hanta does know how he got here.

but this.. this is new, uncharted territory for him. for the both of you.

hanta adjusted his half slouched position, careful not to possibly mess up the intricate stitching on the cushions or accidently stain the elegant rug beneath his beat up adidas sambas.

the room was fairly spacious. beside him a wide full length mirror, was two thinner mirrors protruding from its side— which he (correctly) assumed was used to check yourself out from multiple angles. two lights hung from the top of the mirrors, shining down onto the pedestal in front the mirror like a dedicated spotlight.

before him was a white curtain. and behind it—

“hanta..” you called from behind the mysteriously alluring sheet, sounding unlawfully similar to a sorcerer casting a lovebound spell.

he blinked out of his over observant trance, skin glowing warm as a reaction to your voice.

fifteen minutes ago, he was sharing a beautifully buttery soft pretzel with you. ten minutes ago you pointed out a particular shop, one he had never even noticed before.

“come on hanta! it’ll be fun!” you pleaded.

and call hanta a sucker (because he is one) but he didn’t even give it a second— or first, really —thought.

he’ll blame the weed for that later.

you spend a while with the consultant at the front desk where hanta learned that you’re a concerningly good liar.

and now here he was. long fingers pulling back the curtain in which you stood behind.

“help me with the back?” you glanced back at him, hair tossed to one side of your neck as you held the dress up in front to prevent it from slipping down.

hanta nodded cautiously, taking a careful step toward you.

“7 years?” hanta teased, recalling your conversation with the worker as he took a stance behind you. the familiar warmth from his hands instantly radiated your skin as he kept a firm, but delicate, grip on your back. his fingertips pressed into the blades of your shoulders and you heard a soft zurrrt admitting from the zipper.

you grinned, “call me a prophecy.”

a small laugh escaped hanta lips and your smile grew wider. you now realized how the edible made everything feel softer— like the edges of the world had blurred just enough to allow the good moments to sink in deeper.

hanta took a step back, hand slowly departing from you. his eyes scanned down your body slowly like he didn’t wanna forget anything about the way you looked right in this instant. “you—“ he paused to cough away the slight raspy in his voice, “you should look.” he gestured back out toward the spotlight of the dressing room.

you nodded, picking up the dress from its sides and waddling out from behind the curtain onto the lit up pedestal. when your gaze finally met your own in the mirrors reflection, you stilted.

the dress was simple, strapless, and effortlessly elegant— soft fabric flowing down in gentle waves that brushed the floor like a sea's daily meetings with its shore. lace details traced the bodice and edged the hem. the white fabric sparkled, like it was made to bask in the sunlight and flow to the rhythm of slow dances.

like it was made for you.

“woah.” your voice was submerged in awe. you were careful, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the material of the dress, not wanting to risk messing it up.

you’ve never seen yourself like this before, never really imagine it either. there’s a feeling of wonder fluttering beneath the surface of your skin, flickers of questions tickling your consciousness along with it. it felt so good in a way you couldn’t quite describe with just words.

“yeah.” hanta spoke up from close behind you. his eyes followed the trail of the wedding dress as he took a step closer, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. “am i supposed to be seeing this?” he joked lightly. his hands found themselves comfortably on the small dip at your hip, his head leaning beside your temple as he looked at you through the mirror.

“you’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony..” you played along, hoping it would help you calm down from the fact that you felt like an literal angel.

“hm, i see why.” hanta’s grip on you tightened, just barely. his voice dropped, coated in a soft layer of truth. “you look beautiful. so unbelievably beautiful.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then the tip of your ear, and then took a step back. “now you gotta spin for me.” he said, grinning ear to ear. “come on babe.”

you rolled your eyes but complied, picking up the sides of the gown and granting your lovestruck boyfriend the full 360 view.

within a second, hanta’s hands were on you again, head buried in the crook of your neck as he held you close. you could feel the way his lips quirked up on your skin as he muttered a quiet, “insane.”

maybe this moment, this dress, belonged to some future version of you— to both of you.

maybe hanta didn’t know exactly how he managed to get with the girl of his dreams. and he definitely didn’t how he’d get to a more official version of this moment in the future.

and maybe this moment wasn’t destined or now, but it was for later, and hanta knew that for sure.

Please please please i beg of you to make Sero head canons with a small mix of everything (I love him sm its sickening)

sero, who's the type to casually initiate physical affection—grabbing your hand out of nowhere while walking up a rocky hill, putting his head on your shoulders while sitting next to him, or leaning his arm across your shoulders like it’s second nature. he does it so naturally, so instinctively, that it doesn’t even feel like a gesture—just something that is so casual for him.

sero, who never lets anything go unnoticed. felt a cool breeze? he's already wrapping his jacket around you, even if you say you're fine. came home to find you passed out with your makeup still on? he’s gently wiping it off, knowing how much you care about your skin. noticed you're out of your favorite chips? he’s restocking without a word the next time he leaves the house.

sero, who never dims your light—not for a second. he could be having the worst day of his life, but if you walk in excited and glowing about something, he’ll match your energy without missing a beat. your joy is his joy, always.

sero, who brags about you constantly to his friends. “that mission? all them, i was just there for decoration,” or, “you’re struggling with that? ask them, they’re seriously the beeessstttt at it!” he finds any excuse to talk you up, like it's just a fact everyone should already know.

sero, who learned to make tiny origami animals with his tape. he’s not even sure when it started—just a little trick that turned into something more. now you find frogs and cats and birds left on your nightstand, each with a scribbled note underneath: made this just for you ღ

sero, who never pushes you or makes you feel overwhelmed. if you’re upset, he doesn’t ask a million questions. doesnt pressure you. he just shows up—snacks in hand, a quiet movie queued up—and sits beside you in silence. he waits, ever so caring, until you're ready to talk.

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The firelights licking away her tears

4 Jinxes

Jinx singing Pomme's verse

Ekko looking at Jinx like she's his whole word

Jinx's smile being that of peacefulness after Ekko hugs her

They didn't add any deleted scenes but man, this shit was still painful.

sero hanta, my beloved...

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pairings : knight!tenya i. x fem!reader

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“Good morning, your highness.” 

The boy greeted, bowing to you in his way that you’ve grown familiar with. His eyes dared not to look into yours as his head kept low, finding his boots so very interesting.

“Arise, Tenya” You chuckled, watching as the blue haired boy rose from his curt, his dark blue eyes not daring to gaze into your own. 

It had been two years — well, 22 months, and a week, to be exact — since he was assigned to you, the next heir of the throne, the beloved princess, as your private guard. His job was simple; be with you at all times, and to protect you from any harm that comes your way. You had grown fond of him, his stiff movements, his worrisome habit, and his ever so slightly loud voice. 

He would follow you around as you took your walks by the city, greeting the citizens and haggling with the vendors, or playing with the children. It had seemed as if he was keeping a tight watch in every area you are in, his eyes would narrow if someone had gotten too close, his hands would ready themselves on the hilt of his sword if their hands went to a suspicious pocket. Slowly though, as he had spent time with you, he had grown fond of your jokes, your lighthearted jabs at him, and even your habit of purposely walking slowly towards your council meetings.

“Smile, Tenya. It does not kill you.” You say, seeing as the boy would always keep a sharp gaze to the surroundings, his mouth ever so slightly forming a frown. And he would comply, “Y-yes, your highness” and a small curve up his lips would appear. You had always admired his smile, and even complimented him many times for it, hoping that he would take it as a sign for him to start smiling more. For a small reason that — goodness, he scares the people away with that sharp gaze of his.

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The day Tenya had received the news of being chosen as the kingdom heir’s guard, he was ecstatic. He made sure to polish his sword, his armour, and even bought new shoes to be at his best. His steps were wide and confident as he made his way to the castle grounds. He memorized all the proper etiquette he had learned to greet a royalty, talk to a royalty, everything. He greeted the king and queen just fine, they smiled and approved of his bow, his replies, all were met with a knowing glance from the two, nodding to each other.

Then his eyes then laid upon you, the heir of the kingdom. Of course, the papers and people had praised you for your beauty, your elegance, and all sweet words. Yet it all came too short to even describe you. To him, you were radiant. He bowed to you that day, introducing himself, and even as you commanded him to rise, he dared not to look in your eyes, fearing he might stutter.

The days he spent with you were filled with schedules, and he would follow from behind as you attended your classes, went to walk by the city, attended your council meetings, or even ate dinner. 

Slowly, you allowed him to sit by the dinner table along with you, growing fond of his presence. “Sit with me, Tenya” You softly instructed, your hand gesturing to the seat beside you. 

So, as days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, Tenya now found himself memorizing your schedule, where he had to escort you to, what sweets you liked—wait, no, that’s not…— but oh, it is. 

Like it or not, for the last two years, Tenya continues to find himself growing in admiration towards you, and it only grows stronger each day as he watches you smile, laugh, chuckle, talk, goodness! Even the way you would slightly lose your temper in handling the council meetings looks so powerful and admirable to him. He finds himself unable to tear his gaze from you as you write your studies down to your books, his heartbeat would jolt and his chest would flourish with even a graze of your skin touching his hands, and he still couldn’t look you in the eyes without stuttering his words, and the sight of you in any dress seemed to always make his breath hitch in his throat. The way you would smile when saying his name, when you emphasize the syllables, it sends him into a spiral. This is… frustrating to him. He longed to hold you, to kiss your hand as you descended into your bedroom, to tuck your hair behind your ear, to… love you…

…He was but a knight, and you were the direct heir to the kingdom, a princess. He knew his feelings were a clap with only one hand. He is but a knight, a guard meant to watch from the sidelines, and not to interfere. For you were to find a suitor soon, and he had no chances of being one of them.

Yet he persisted, he pushed reality away, ignorance is bliss afterall. 

He would accompany you as you talked through the night at the castle gardens, babbling to him about anything, as your fingers danced on top of the water of the fountain, and you would sneak glances at him from the water, and sometimes flicked a trickle of water to his face, giggling. He would smile, and only to you, a warm grin would even form at his face, and his hands would twitch, tempted to move a loose strand of hair away from your face. You would tell stories to him of your day, knowing he was there through all of it, and he would listen, humming as a response. 

He finds himself helping you pick and choose your jewelry, and you’d sometimes laugh while putting up an earring to his ear, “You look beautiful, Tenya.” And the four words would send shivers down his spine, and his voice came out softer than how it would usually.

Tenya knew this was all wrong, he shall not, he should not be having these… interactions with you, he should not look at you so, it’s unprofessional, it’s against his protocol! It’s… forbidden. 

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You walked through the castle garden slowly, your hands clasped lazily behind your back as Tenya followed you close from behind. Your eyes wander through the trees, the flowers that now bow their heads to the setting sun. Tenya’s heavy boots’ steps became a rhythm to your own, and you found yourself falling into step beside him.

“The noon is beautiful today, hm?” 

“Indeed, your highness.”

Your heart flutters as you glance at him, smiling to you with the smile that you love perhaps a little too much. That smile that he never gave to anyone… but you. That smile, with his deep blue eyes, like pools that you would bathe in. Those eyes that made you… come alive every time you gaze into them. Despite his cold demeanor, stiff discipline, yet that softness in his eyes—they were always present when he talked to you, or when he was chiding you gently for your recklessness, and you would always find your heart hammering to your chest every time he did, and your words would stutter, stuck at the tip of your tongue. 

The feeling no longer felt unfamiliar to you, unlike the first time he offered to listen to your worries that night by the fountain, and even offered his coat to you. Goodness, were you always this shy? It seemed like talking to other men would flow like breathing to you, but since that night, Tenya’s figure always seemed to shine in your eyes, and you slowly found yourself looking for him in every room you enter whenever he was not around, sneaking glances to whenever he was training, and even complimented him purposely to see his cheeks grow red. 

You knew this was wrong. You are a princess, the heir to the throne, for gods’ sake! You shall not, you mustn’t.

But it’s only a small admiration… is it not…?

You sighed to push away the thought, turning to him as you walked backwards, “Do I look presentable for dinner, Tenya?”

He smiled softly, looking at you with a knowing gaze. “Of course you do, your highness.” He paused. Then continued, “...Y-you look… radiant, as always.” 

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“My dear,” The king smiled as he wiped his mouth from his dinner. He had a knowing smile on his face, one you grew to know too well; he had good news to share.

“The neighboring kingdom has sent a proposal.” He continued, a huge grin on his face. You knew too well what this was about, the past few months you’ve been nagged about seeking marriage, a prince or a nobleman to love and to cherish for the rest of your days. You knew all too well that he had found a kingdom who finally offered their son for you to marry. 

“...A marriage, father?” You made sure, your hands cutting the steak on your plate carefully. “Sharp as always, my dear. You are correct once more.” 

Tenya’s quiet movements paused, his hands felt stiff on his knife as he cut his steak, and the voices, noises of the dining hall seemed to be mere echoes at that moment. The day he had dreaded has come, the day he wished and dreamed will never come, came at last. He knew, oh he knew too well that this day would come, but the sting felt like venom in his chest, and the thought of you dancing, smiling at other men shot a chorus of jealousy through his veins that lasted short as he realized; you weren’t even his, not in the slightest.

“But father, isn’t it too soon? And this kingdom hasn’t been on the best terms with us…” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, though quiet and filled with uncertainty. You opened your mouth once more, “Not to mention—” The king raised his palm, commanding silence. 

“...I wish nothing but the best for you, dear daughter. You know that well.” 

“But father–” 

“y/n…I do not wish to argue as of now.” The king threatened, his brows frowning.

“...But their son!! Father, his reputation is not–” 

“I know, my dear, I know…” He sighed. “But this marriage shall be a great benefit–”

The chair croaked through the ground as you stood up, fists clenching by your sides as your eyes set ablaze. Your lips curled into a scoff.

“A great benefit to whomst?! You?!”

“My dear—”

“No!” You yelled, your vision narrowing from your furrowing brows.

You scowled as you turned away from the dining table, your shoes clacked against the stone floors, echoing through the room and halls as you exited the dining hall. Tenya’s eyes followed your figure, his eyes frowned at the sight, flickering back and forth from you and the king, frowning. 

“...E-excuse me, your majesty.” Tenya stood up, earning a wave of dismissal from the sighing king. 

His steps fell heavy upon the stone floors as he followed your way, exiting the dining hall, his head darted left to right, yet your familiar graceful figure wasn’t there, only the moonlight that seeped from the castle’s windows, the crickets singing a numb ring to his ears as he progressed down the hallway. 

“Your highness, your highness!” He called out, and the echoes of his own voice answered his call.

His boots fell heavy upon the cobblestone floors, the metal embellishments on his uniform clinked against each other as his arms swung front to back. But then, the familiar gleam of moonlight whispered into his eyes, upon the water in the fountain by the castle gardens, there the moon had settled, amongst its glow, you sat by the fountain, your fingers danced upon its water.

“Your highness!” He breathed out a relieved sigh, his tone hushed as he rushed to your side.

You stayed silent, refusing to look at him. He shall not see you, not when you’re this fragile. You lift your hand to your face to swipe a tear off your cheek, sighing softly.

“Y-your highness,” He breathed. 

A familiar twitch tugged on his arm, that one tug that always begs him to reach out his hand and hold you in his arms, enveloping you, to stroke your hair gently and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He ignores it.

“Leave me be Tenya,” You sniffled, your shoulder jolted slightly from your remaining sobs. You refused to turn your back to the fountain and face him, ashamed that you had cried in front of him. “But your highness–”

“You are dismissed for today, Tenya.” 

He froze, hesitance tugging the strings of his heart. Yet he did not leave, he stayed silent by your side as your quiet sobs slowly sang along with the trickling water and the harmony of crickets. The heat of his body was still present, taunting you from behind.

“Your highness, please, for this once, let me stay by your side.”

You opened your mouth to repeat your command, but it was stopped by a click from the embellishments of his uniform, along with a shuffle from the velvet brushing up against his arms, and yours.

The air hitched in your throat. The cold air of the night disappeared almost immediately as you felt his arms around you, the velvety coat of the fabric, along with the feels of his cotton gloves cautiously resting upon your arms. His chest was flush to your back, and responding to the drumming of your heart, your hand instinctively reached to his arms, now circling carefully upon your chest. His breath was shaking, trembling, as if in fear, but also relief. Tenya’s head slowly rested on your shoulder, and you could feel his body shake ever so slightly as his breaths hitched and choked softly in sobs.

“Your highness,” He croaked, his voice strained. “Please… please, talk to me…” 

You stayed quiet.

“Your highness… I would listen to you ramble about anything, your days, your accomplishments, your sadness…anything, your highness… so please… talk to me.”

You slowly turned your body to face him in his embrace, he stood straight back up, his eyes now welling with tears as his lips pursed slightly to hold them back.

“But why… Tenya…?” You asked softly, the hints of tears still present in your voice.

He stayed silent, his beautiful admiral blue eyes slowly finding home to gaze upon yours, before he said;

“For it is because I love you, princess.” He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he trembled, darting away his gaze from yours in shame.

“...I love you…so very much,”

“A-and… I would trade nothing… to listen to you talk to me.” He continued, letting his mouth ramble on, the exhaustion of keeping a secret too big to handle dawning upon him. 

Your eyes grew wide with every single sentence he muttered out in hints of embarrassment and relief.

“I-I know… these feelings are wrong,” He stammered, his hands slowly finding your hands, gently holding them to his chest. 

“But I… I am but a knight, princess…no– I…”

“I am but a man and— gods help me… I try so hard...”

“So hard to keep my distance… but I just… couldn’t.” A sob escaped his lips, almost desperate. 

“It’s always you, my lady… always you… who makes me weak to my knees, always you who makes me smile, I… I love you …too much, it hurts.” He confessed. And as he did, his voice became lower and lower, his head ducking in shame, and his sobs frequent. But he shakingly kept your hands pressed to his chest, and you could clearly hear his racing heart.

Maybe it was the wine that was served at dinner, or was it just grape juice? Either way, your hands found their way to his cheeks, slowly guiding his face to yours. 

Then, Tenya’s world fell silent when his lips touched yours. Hesitance, then certainty. His hands slowly enveloped your waist, his thumb traced circles upon it, and one caressed your cheek as he sighed against your lips, meeting his forehead to yours.

“I love you… so much, princess,” He whispered, his finger gently brushed away the hair covering your face as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his tears met your skin.

“Shall the stars not write me into your story, I shall carve my name myself.”

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HII LOVE YOUR TAMAKI WORK SM ALSO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU CAN DO TAMAKI X PREGNANT READER LIKE CUTE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THE BABY KICKING AND TAMAKI JUST HELPING READER WHEN EVER SHE IS HUNGRY OR PAIN AND WHEN THEY FIRST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE BABY?? 💞💞

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Tamaki had always been the pretty nervous one in your relationship. Hell, it was such a sight to see him all flustered on your first night after your wedding. He couldn’t stop apologizing and turning his head away, although his eyes did betray glances to you as you lay atop of him. 

And now here you were, sitting on the toilet, your hand trembled slightly as you clasped the other over your mouth.

Two lines.

So plain to the sight, obvious, plain. You are expecting.

Your lips slipped out a single chuckle of disbelief, and your hand found its way to your stomach, as if saying your silent hello to the one growing inside of you. 

The bathroom door burst open as you rushed out to Tamaki, who was busy fastening his cloak. He jolted upon your sudden loudness, “W-what’s wrong, angel?” He cautiously asked, walking over to you to study your expression that contrasted his concerned one. Your smile grew wider as you slowly lifted the small strip of pregnancy test to him, your finger pointing to the two lines displayed on it as you squealed. “I-I’m..” You giggled in giddiness, “Tama, I’m pregnant! I-I’m pregnant!!” 

Tamaki’s hand felt stiff so suddenly, dropping his cloak to the floor as he rushed closer to you, his hand hovering over the test as his eyes flickered upon it, as if studying it, figuring out if it was real or not. “H-how…? What…?” His voice was small, disbelief and a hint of smile laced upon it. He scoffed a laugh, before looking at you, as his smile grew wide. Gently, he grabbed you by the waist, and you could definitely feel his hands slightly tremble as he did. 

With a smile, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, angel.” He softly spoke. 

His hand moved to your chin to tilt it up just slightly, enough for him to look into your eyes, smiling so lovesick-ly. Then he kissed you again, this time on your nose as he pressed his forehead on yours. 

Ahem..! 

He pulled back slowly, now grasping you by the shoulders as his eyes turned somewhat serious, although a hint of pleading was in it as well. 

“This means… you should.. uh… stop drinking so much coffee, k-kay..?” Cracked and nervous was the voice that came out of him, and you could feel the slight tightening on his grasp. 

You chuckled, nodding as you rolled your eyes. “Yeeess, Tama. I promise,” 

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A few months had passed, and Tamaki couldn’t help but squeak softly in fuzziness for every time he saw you on the couch, all round and soft from the pregnancy, and as much he felt kind of guilty for it, he just couldn’t help but take a picture, and would even adore it for moments, smiling softly to himself. But as he heard the soft groan from you as you got up from the couch, he immediately rushed to your side, softly pushing you back down.

“Where are you going?” He asked, brows furrowing as a warning. 

“The dishes–” 

“I’ll do them, r-right now.” Were the words he would say before rushing to the chore. It happens all the time.

Whatever chore it was, he would say those exact words. Dishes? On it. Cooking dinner? Already did it. Hell, as much as hates it, he even took out the trash for you, forcing a strained smile as he walked out the door to convince you he was more than happy to help you around (which he was). Because if it meant you would rest and not buzz around the house, he’d do it.  

At nights where your mood swings were the worst, he’d always be there, and maybe even cry along with you just because he was too sentimental seeing you cry. He’d be kneeled down in front of you, caressing your belly softly, kissing it while he hushed things to you like; “You’re so strong, stronger than me, angel.” or “Oh, y/n, you’re so beautiful, hm? So beautiful..”

I can't stress it enough that he's such a fuss before and after doctor appointments. The first time your baby kicked, he was whispering sweet things to your belly, saying how excited he is to meet the baby and how beautiful it must be, and- nudge!

“What– what was that!!” He cried out, pointing to your belly as he shot up from his kneel.

You simply chuckled, reaching to his hand to calm him down as you replied, “It’s just the baby kicking, Tama.”

“But– but–! It was so harsh! A-and…” 

“I-I think we should go to the doctor, Y/n, I’m kind of worried…” 

And he did end up taking you to the doctor after about ten minutes of back and forth of him begging you and you reassuring him it was normal that a baby kicks, and his replies were always; “I know it’s normal for babies to kick! B-but that one wasn’t!!” (his argument was that the baby had always been calm before this)

So after the doctor did say it was normal, then he’d calm down. Rubbing his hand over his chest like an old grandma. But after the doctor says that you might have to rest more seeing the baby’s growth, he immediately took that and ran with it. By ‘ran with it’ I mean he forbids you to even go shopping, and he ended up being the one doing all the grocery shopping. And if that wasn’t enough, the moment you two came back from the doctor that day, he called his agency to say that he had to take a break from his hero work.

His reasoning?

“M-my wife needs me,”

Goodness, he was acting like the pregnant one the whole time, and panicked the most at the smallest events. Don’t even get me started when you said you had cramps that time when you woke up in the morning. (He thought he had killed the baby accidentally by kicking it when he was sleeping)

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