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BLLK WRITER??? YOOOOOO DOING GOD‘S WORK KEEP IT UP!! anyways lol could i request karasu and a rivals to lovers scenario with gn!reader please and thank youuuuu

heyyy tysm ♡ i hope i can keep writing for bllk for as long as i can, because they bring me sm joy skahksjs i hope you enjoy this and tysm for requesting! also, this looks a lil more like an enemies to lovers but i hope u will accept it hehe

warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? not proofread + requests open!

karasu is someone you managed to easily hate.

every since you moved to kyoto, tabito made your life a living hell. you end up being his neighbor, your window was right across his and your mothers end up instant friends. the first time you saw him, you thought he was very attractive. the way his tall built slightly loomed over you and his skin was dripping with sweat from – you assumed – practicing. he was very attractive. but, right after you said a timid 'hello' and bowed, everything you felt for the boy went down the drain.

"ya ma', who ta fuck is this? 'm i s'posed to interact with someone this mediocre? sheesh." he yelled to his mother, pointing a finger at you. after he heard you murmur a angry 'huh?', he flicked your forehead and walked away, not even bothering to look your way again. "tch, 'm goin' back to practice."

after that, you two were always bickering. on the way to school, you would always try to push him into the street, claiming that him getting hit by a car would be a favor to society – he was stronger than you, so you only managed to gain some chuckles of pity from him. during your shared classes, sometimes he would sit behind you and poke you softly with his pens, making you swear loudly and get reprimanded by your teacher. his smirk as you got yelled at always made you want to slap him.

the perfect moment to get back at him came with a soccer match in your school.

it was a classic. your school against their biggest rival, a match that everyone would go and watch, liking soccer or not. during the whole week, tabito seemed to be relaxed. even if he wasn't bothering you that much because of his pratice, he still seemed to be taking that match lightly, as if he already won.

when the day came, you didn't even wanted to go watch the teams play. you knew that if he saw you in the crowd, karasu wouldn't let you hear the end of it and you rsther just not go through that torture. unfortunately, your friend dragged you to the field, claiming that you two had to support the team. you thought it was bullshit, but just decided to follow, what if it ends up being fun?

you two sat on the benches that were close to the field. your friend was already screaming and the players were just warming up. you were watching them with an uninterested stare, your chin resting on your palm. your eyes accidentally always end up looking at karasu and you didn't even know why. it made you scoff at yourself.

"hey." a voice next to you said and you looked at them. it was one of the "enemy" players. he smirked at you and kept on talking. "if i win this match, would'ja give me your number?"

you chuckled at the audacity of the boy standing next to you. while you were glancing at your friend – who seemed to be wanting to tell the guy to leave –, you accidentally noticed that tabito was looking your way with furrowed eyebrows and a big scowl in his face. you turned to the guy again and nodded.

"sure." you smiled sweetly. "only if you win thought!"

the boy nodded and walked away, a confident smile on his face. almost immediately after he left, a loud voice that you knew very well called out your name.

"what ta fuck did he wanted?" karasu asked, not even bothering to lower his voice.

"he asked if he could get my number if he wins." you bluntly answered, making your friend giggle a little at the small bickering that was forming between you and the boy.

to your surprise, he just clicked his tongue and walked away, mumbling something under his breath. you tried to ignore the weird feeling that started to build up on your chest as you stared at karasu. his expression seemed to get more focused now, as if he was actually motivated to win. and well... he was motivated to win. karasu seemed like a whole another guy during the match. he was ruthless and strong, he practically did all the goals in the match and he would always do a goal and look at you. everytime your eyes met, his jaw would clench softly and you could see his nostrils flare a little before he looked away. he looked almost... jealous?

after the match ended, the olayer that previously wanted your number was walking towards you, but karasu beat him to it and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. you started to complain and struggle, but karasu ignored you, just kept on pulling you inside one of the empty halls of your school. after he made sure you two were alone, he let you go and cornered you against the wall.

"ya won't flirt with anyone else, ya hear me?" he murmured, his usual smirk wasn't on his lips. "tch, that guy pissed 'ta shit out of me."

"why?" you asked, scoffing softly. you tried to push him away, but he didn't move. "why you won't let me do whatever i want to?"

"i like ya." your eyes went wide at his sudden confession. "i like more to bother you, but i still have feelings for ya."

you were speechless. did he bothered you all this time, did he made you hate him because he liked you? you wanted to laugh at his face, but you couldn't say anything over the noise of your heart beating fastly on your heart. after you kept quiet, just staring at him with wide eyes, karasu smirked. he pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose and started to walk in the direction of the showers.

"imma take ya out later, m'kay? ya better be ready."

yeah, you still hated him, but... he could become bearable.

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can I request mika and ritsu (separately) being comforted by a m!reader cus they thought they performed badly or something like that? (like reverse comfort). Sorry if this is too confusing🙁.

mika kagehira & ritsu sakuma being comforted.

male!reader. comfort. ficlet.

contains. mentions of self worth, negative comments made about them (mika and ritsu), ritsus manager being an asshole

summary. ritsu and mika thought they didn’t preform as good as others, so their boyfriend comforts them.

authors note. i love comfort fics

MIKA KAGEHIRA

at first, he ignored the comments. he ignored the hushed whispers from the crowd about his looks, or how he looked during certain parts of the choreography, but over time it got to him. it was particularly bad after a concert for Eternal Weaving had finished. he heard the way some people made comments on how he looked in the outfit, or how he didn’t deserve to be up there with shu, and he whole heartedly believed it and thought everyone else did too.

he had looked more tired, a lot more lifeless and shu noticed. he tried to talk to him about it but mika just wouldn’t budge, insisting he was alright and he just needed a nap. shu knew he was lying, mika was always a bad liar. so he looked for you backstag, and practically dragged you to mika. he was muttering something about mika looking upset and he wasn’t able to get it out of him so he needed your help.

once you got a good look at mika, your heart shattered. you immediately pulled him to a quieter room and locked the door, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles as you did. once you turned to him and brought him into your arms, he broke. he felt everything come onto him at once. he was sobbing, squeezing you and muttering into your neck about how afraid he was of not being good enough.

“‘m scared (name), what if they’ere right? what if i don’ deserve the spot ‘em at? what if-“ you cut him off, wiping his tears “mika, you’re wonderful. you deserve to be where you are after what you’ve done to get here. you are a beautiful person inside and out, and a wonderful boyfriend. you’re more than enough.”

he buried his chest into your chest, letting you continue your praises as comforting gestures as he felt his thoughts drift away, instead being filled with your voice and your words.

he couldn’t be more thankful to have a boyfriend like you.

RITSU SAKUMA

his manager pulled him aside, asking him what he was doing on stage. he made himself look like a fool, and his voice crack was even more of an embarrassment. he zoned out half way through his lecture, just hoping that it would end so he could go somewhere to reflect.

he heard your voice and was almost immediately pulled out of his trance, walking away from the manager and into your arms. he was silent and just nudged his head as far as he could into your neck, squeezing you tightly as if he was afraid you’d disappear.

his manager was telling him to come back, that he wasn’t done talking yet, but you just ushered him into a secluded area to let him calm down. once you had reached a quiet and comfortable area, he let himself relax more.

he had taken off his jacket and shoes, and clung to you like a koala to a tree. he didn’t want to let go, not yet at least. he needed to make sure you wouldn’t be disappointed in him too and leave.

he felt himself tear up a bit, but refused to let that bitchy manager make him cry. he let himself be swayed by your kind words and comforting actions, soon drifting off to sleep.

The Sixth Eccentric | The Five Eccentrics x Reader (Platonic)

ohohoho officially breaking into ensemble stars territory now~ Inspired Eccentric Party Night!!, the song I've been listening to on repeat for an entire day 😌

Counting down the hours until you perform - and inevitably lose - against fine in front of all of Yumenosaki Academy, you take solace in knowing you're not alone. Genre: Bittersweet, Hurt/Comfort (?), Set During the War Word Count: 2k Warning: A little canon divergent? Probably OOC? Constructive criticism is always appreciated~

On the empty stage you went through your routine yet again. Drilling every movement of the limbs down into your DNA, your muscles already moving before you could consciously think of the next move. Your voice sounded otherworldly, as if it was no longer yours as it resounded off the walls and back to you. The music of the speakers couldn’t drown out your voice, no matter how loud you turned up the volume. You needed to be loud, you needed to make sure your voice would carry. You wanted to make sure everyone heard you, even if they hated you.

Even in your last stand.

You struck your final pose in time with the ending of the music. As the bass slowly faded into silence, in its place was slow applause. Squinting through the stage lights, you could make out a figure in the darkness of the audience seats. You couldn’t tell who they were, but since they weren’t booing at you, mocking you and telling you to not waste your breath, you figured they were friend rather than foe. Walking to the front of the stage, you sat down, letting your legs dangle over the stage as you grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off your brow.

“Are you just going to stay in the darkness?” you asked the ominous figure.

“I’ve always preferred it over the light.”

“Rei,” your lips instinctively curved up. He walked closer to you, where the lights spilled off the stage and onto his features. “Back from your travels already?”

“I’d never miss a performance of yours,” he replied. “I’m surprised to see you practising here so late, though.”

“I want to do a performance I’m proud of,” you shrugged, words muffled as you let your towel drape over your face.

“Even though you know you’re going to lose.”

You peeked at Rei through the folds of your towel.

“I prefer not to think about that.”

Rei hummed in acknowledgement. Staying in comfortable silence, it was pleasantly disturbed as the door opened, Kanata trudging towards you, snacks and a large water bottle in hand.

“I heard you were practising, I thought you might like some refreshments, puka…” Kanata drawled as he placed the items in your lap.

“Thanks, Kanata,” you chuckled. “How are you holding up?”

“Even if everyone is against me, I have you… and I have the ocean, so I’ll be okay,” Kanata smiled fondly before it slowly turned upside down as he regarded you with sorrowful eyes. “But you… will you be okay?”

Tomorrow night will be the night your unit performs against fine for all of Yumenosaki Academy to see. It was the destiny Eichi Tenshouin thrust onto you once the Student Council labelled you as an ‘Eccentric’. Your destiny to be hated and humiliated by the whole student body, to be ‘executed’ in front of them all, much to their joy. You saw it with Shu, even Rei himself. And once you’re suitably shunned by the entire academy, Wataru will be following you. Speaking of which…

“My, Rei and Kanata, you are full of surprises!” Wataru exclaimed as he strolled into the theatre. “And here I was, thinking that I’d get to our dear (Y/N) first.”

Wataru turned to you with a pout. “Did I miss your final rehearsal? Do practise again, your performances are simply amazing!”

“Wait until tomorrow with all the lights and fancy costumes,” you chuckled.

“Ah, but the performance will be sullied by the audience,” Wataru tutted. “I want to see your performance with all its raw passion and wonderful oddities.”

“Oddities, eh?” You said quietly.

“I know, being thought of as odd leaves a rather sour taste in the mouth now, doesn’t it?” Rei sighed as he took a seat beside you.

“Yeah…” you looked down at the snacks in your lap. “Has anyone heard from Shu? I tried to get him out of his room but if even Mika can’t do that…”

“Ah, it’s safe to say that Shu will be needing a hiatus from this play,” Wataru frowned. “Such a performance as disastrous as his would have surely traumatised him.”

There was a sombre silence. You were there to watch Shu’s latest performance. Every move executed with pinpoint precision, every angle of every joint calculated and purposely done. Every note sung being more beautiful than the last until no notes could be heard. Until the audio system was cut off and Shu, along with his unit mates were left in silence. Until all that was left was shame, his mirage of perfection evaporating into thin air.

The thought of performing only for your own inevitable humiliation was no longer one you could handle. As your heart dropped, pounding in the depths of your stomach, your mouth felt dry but your arms felt too heavy to move to get the bottle lying on your lap. You had been harassed by the majority of students in Yumenosaki already with your title of Eccentric. Day in, day out was a new game of hide and seek where you prayed to never be found. You thought you could handle it, you figured you might as well humour fine and the Student Council in a final performance. But could you really?

The theatre doors burst open with a desperate call of your name. Your head snapped up.

“Natsume-”

“You don’t have to perform!” Natsume stated as he stormed down the theatre aisle with papers in hand. “I talked to Tsumugi. He said he could cancel your performance.”

“What?” Your eyes widened.

“Hm… the Student Council is hard to understand,” Kanata whispered.

Wataru laughed heartily. “The Student Council aren’t all monsters! And the most questionable one of them is focused on me. Do not fret, (Y/N), you are free to exit the stage.”

“Please,” Natsume insisted. "Just sign the papers."

He held the papers out to you expectantly. The golden opportunity to get out of the humiliation, to quietly leave your reputation as an Eccentric. And yet, as you looked into Natsume’s golden orbs, orbs that sparkled with determination, you couldn't bring yourself to relent. He didn't owe you anything, he went above and beyond to try and get your performance cancelled purely out of the bond you shared. And that strengthened your resolve more than anything.

With the tips of your fingers, you gently pushed the papers back to him, maintaining eye contact as his face fell.

“It’ll be alright,” your voice was quiet. “I have to do this. Not for the Student Council but for myself.”

Rei placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder as Kanata nodded in encouragement. But Natsume tensed, muscles so taut he was shaking.

“It’s not fair,” he muttered. “What did we do?”

“We were ourselves,” you stated simply.

Wataru clapped his hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Well, if that’s decided, I say you should rehearse once more, (Y/N)!”

“I’d like to see your song, puka puka,” Kanata chirped.

Rei hopped off of the stage as he and Wataru guided the others to take seats in the front row. Once everyone has settled, you let the music guide you once again. You had done the moves hundreds of times by now, yet you strived to make each performance unique. As your routine came to an end, the four students below you erupted into applause.

“Simply, amazing!” Wataru praised. His eyes were trained on you but he projected his voice. “You can come out now, Shu~”

You took a step back in surprise, the others stopped their applause and twisted in their seats to see Shu slowly walking towards you. His expression was blank, unreadable as his hands remained clasped together. He had applauded you as well.

“Any constructive criticism?” You asked. You tried to imitate his calm demeanour but you couldn't help but let a smile climb onto your face. Despite his skin losing its colour, eyebags heavy under his eyes, Shu was just as poised as ever.

“Your moves averaged forty-three milliseconds off the beat,” Shu stated. “Often times you were rushing, other times it was too slow. The performance was, frankly, chaotic.”

“I don’t even know why I asked,” you grumbled, rubbing the back of your neck.

“The performance was, also, yours,” he admitted. “It harnessed your strengths and minimised your weaknesses.”

“So you liked it?” you beamed. Shu cleared his throat with a light fist to his mouth.

“What I mean to say is, if one were to attend a performance of yours to see what made you unique… a routine like that would leave them satisfied.”

“He liked it,” Kanata cooed.

"I'm surprised to see you out of your room," you observed.

“You were there for me in my last performance,” Shu huffed as he adjusted his cravat. “I suppose it is only fair that I am there for yours.”

“Will you watch me perform tomorrow night?”

Shu hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“As much as I can’t bear to look at Tenshouin’s face, it would simply be wrong of me not to attend.”

“Thank you.”

Shu looked at you, blinking, as if he were a robot who had just malfunctioned. But he eventually sighed, smiling softly.

“I must ask,” Rei started. “How did you even manage to find people to perform with you?”

“If there’s one thing I learned from Eichi Tenshouin, it’s that money can get you anywhere,” you grimaced. “I paid a classmate to perform with me anonymously. I doubt he’s even learnt the choreo, though.”

You noticed Natsume’s balled up fists.

“I can perform with you.”

“No,” you said firmly, your gaze softening at you looked at him. “You’ve managed to get by this war relatively unscathed, I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

“Then I’ll just wear a mask,” he retorted.

“I’m not willing to take that risk.”

“It’s not fair,” Natsume took a step away from you. Rei slowly rose from his seat, watching Natsume carefully as he regarded all of you with frantic eyes. “Where’s our happy ending? Why aren’t you fighting this cruel fate?”

“You can’t fight the tides,” Kanata said simply as he leaned to the side, resting his head on your shoulder as he yawned.

“Ah, my dear Natsume,” Wataru sighed as he put his hands on the younger’s shoulders. “You are mistaken. This isn’t the end of the play, merely the end of an act! Our happy end shall come one day, but only when a suitable complication has arisen for all of the main cast; a typical hero's journey. Our (Y/N) must perform, and then I must as well. Only then may we rise from the ashes.”

Natsume looked away, uncertain.

“Do you trust me?” Wataru asked, his voice soft. Natsume kept his gaze averted from Wataru but ended up meeting yours. You offered him a reassuring smile.

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”

“Let me help you all take your mind off these melancholy matters and off of tomorrow's performance,” Rei offered. “Shall we have dinner together? On me, of course.”

“Is that alright?” Natsume asked.

“Ah! Ever the charitable one!” Wataru clapped.

“Thank you, Rei,” Kanata smiled.

“What?” Shu asked, appalled. “Public areas are absolutely filthy, unkempt and-”

You shot him a glare.

“... tolerable. The offer is greatly appreciated.”

Natsume and Shu started to walk off, bickering as Kanata trailed behind. Rei and Wataru waited for you as you packed up, Rei watching the other three fondly.

"That's the one thing, isn't it?" Rei murmured.

"What?" You asked as you turned to him, bag zipped up and ready to go.

"The one thing we always had against Eichi Tenshouin, the Student Council, fine in general," Rei mused.

You followed Rei's gaze, Natsume and Kanata now laughing at an annoyed Shu. Your voice was quiet as you responded.

"We had each other."

"A wonderful premise for a tragicomedy," Wataru laughed heartily. "May it end well."

And so, the six of you left the theatre. You didn’t know back then it would be the last time all of you would be together on such good terms. The next act of this tragicomedy determined that the Eccentrics would go their separate ways, but no matter how you would individually rise from the ashes, you will always cherish the beautiful night before your downfall.

Ensemble Stars!! Masterlist

Has this been done yet?

— ੈ✩ DISTRACTIONS !

# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

TAGS !! @vvasant @hugs4shizu @catsrkool @beidousbubz

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣

rainy days with Trickstar heacannons (GN reader)

cws: none

notes: it has been raining a lot. so why not make some hcs??? (i hope someone noticed an NCT lyric as the title)

𝙃𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙖

i feel like he’d stare at the sky for a while before realizing that it rained lol

but when it finally started sprinkling, he would pull you by the wrist to go find shelter quickly

you guys settled at a small cafe, ordered some drinks and just chatted while watching the rainfall

if you started to feel cold, he’d give you his jacket cause he’s such a gentleman <3

hokuto would definitely scold you if you decided to go out and play in the rain because bro did NOT want you sick

even if you getting sick meant that he could spend more time with you…

but in case he foresaw that it would rain, you two would just be walking under an umbrella while you hold onto his arm

then suddenly you guys are walking in slow-mo while music starts to play

just like a k drama fr

kidding on that last part… hehe

𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞

you two would definitely play in the rain… it’ll be his idea

subaru would get really excited when it rains too! he likes to look at the pathways and roads that became shiny and glossy from the rain

he’d also try to catch some raindrops on his hands as well

you guys would probably run to the nearest playground and just hang out on the swings while you watch it rain

and maybe even chase each other as well it would be super duper fun

if you didn’t feel like playing out in the rain, he’d probably bring you to a small place with shelter to just admire the precipitation and well… to just talk about idol work and stuff

needless to say, even if you did play in the rain, both of you would definitely get sick and just cuddle and nap to pass time

it was both of your guys’ fault…

he initiated and you agreed

(worth it)

𝙈𝙖𝙤 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖

another guy who would be distracted to realize that it was raining

just when it started POURING

mao would take off his jacket and cover both you and himself with it while just running to his house or a nearby shop

but let’s say you two reached his house

both you and mao would be totally drenched, poor you having no clothes to change into

so… he’d hesitantly offer you some of his own clothes for you to get into while he gives you a hair dryer to blow your hair

mao would also offer you snacks to eat while you both just watch TV or the downpour that caused you to get stuck here with him

if it’s getting late and you didn’t want to go back, there is a chance that he’d let you stay for the night! (my heart can’t take this)

in conclusion, rainy days with mao can be really fun

you two were just stuck to each other for a whole day basically

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙪𝙪𝙠𝙞

makoto would know if it would rain or not

bro always checks the weather before leaving the house istg

if theres more than a fifty percent chance of raining, makoto would bring his umbrella juussttt in case

then the sky started raining 💀

he opened the umbrella quickly while you two continued to walk to your destination where makoto just hold you tight with one arm while holding the umbrella in the other <3

it would be so romantic ngl

(another k drama moment)

once you get to your stop, you two would just carry on with your day as normal while he just wipes his glasses with his shirt because I KNOW there would be some droplets on water that got on the lenses

you’d just admire the no-glasses makoto in front of you

he’d be so confused why you’d just be staring at him lol

10/10 experience i love him

my smart-and-doesn't-need-to-review classmates b speedrunning sumeru explorations rn while i am speedrunning the writing of my subject notes <\3 how to stop being grouped w smart kids and being in section a !?!

anyway. kinning this song rn

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, rei is an old man, technically a deez nuts joke

w/c : 339

the dark stage suddenly lit up in a flare of colors, and the idol trio known as switch stood in the middle; faces illuminated by different colors of the spectre. 

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