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reo is obsessed with sending you pictures of himself.

he sends you pictures for everything he does. from the very moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. it’s like he lives for it.

it was cute at first, but when your camera roll consists of rows and rows of images of the same shade of purple and varying backgrounds, it gets exhausting.

“don’t you ever get tired?” you yawn.

there’s a beat of silence. “of what?”

“of sending me pictures of your face every time you breathe.”

“why would i?” he grins, “i’ve been told i’m quite pretty.”

you give him a look through your screen. he simply laughs before scooping up a bite of veggies with his chopsticks.

“why?” he playfully glares at you, “got a problem with that?”

“no,” you sigh, “but i might grow sick of seeing your face spreading across my camera roll.”

he lets out an offended gasp, “excuse me?!”

you hum, “it’s like a disease.”

“what?!”

you burst out laughing at his reaction, tears pooling in your eyes. he glares at you, aggressively pointing his chopsticks at you through the screen.

“i’ll have you know,” he pouts, “i send you the best pictures of myself!”

“yeah?” you wipe your eyes, “so that one time you sent me that picture of you crying after you stubbed your toe was the best one you could send?”

a blush spreads through his cheeks. “i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“‘course not.”

he grabs another bite of stir-fried veggies, “i hope you’ve deleted it by now.”

“what do you take me for?” you cheekily smile at him, “it’s my wallpaper.” (it’s also your favorite picture of him ever.)

“i hate you.”

you stick your tongue out at him. “stop sending me so many pictures of your face then.”

he hums, “i don’t hate you that much.”

you drum your fingers against your desk. “you’re just obsessed with seeing your face aren’t you?”

he scoffs through a bite. “so obsessed.”

“i bet you’re checking yourself out through the camera as we speak.”

there’s a pause. your eyes widen when you see his cheeks slowly turn red.

“are you?”

he buries his face in his hands. “shut up.”

“reo!” you gasp in disbelief.

he lets out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal. “shut up!”

he sneaks a peek at you through his fingers. you snicker at him.

“why’re you getting shy on me now?” your voice is laced with mirth.

“i’m going to hang up on you.” you can practically hear the pout on his lips.

“no!” a laugh slips past your lips, “i’m sorry.”

“if you’re really sorry,” he lowers his hands from his face, pout on full display, “you’ll let me keep sending you pictures of me.”

“i take it back, i’m not sorry.”

he frowns, “do you really hate my pictures that much?”

“i never said i hated them,” you start, voice gentle, “i just don’t like having them taking up half of my camera roll.”

reo hums, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

“plus,” you offer him a cheeky smile, “i’d much rather see it in person.”

a small, satisfied grin spreads through his lips, “you’re such a flatterer.”

“but, since you insist,” he sighs, “i suppose i could let you see me in person today.”

“you suppose?”

“you’ve been mean to me throughout most of this call,” he clicks his tongue, “if anything i’m being too nice to you.”

he lets out a soft sigh, gently shaking his head.

“anyway, just hurry up and get ready,” he smiles, “i’ll be at your place in an hour to pick you up.”

you perk up. “where are we going?”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

you roll your eyes. he sticks his tongue out at you before quickly saying ‘see you soon,’ blows you a quick kiss goodbye, and hangs up.

you lazily get up from your desk, groaning as you stretch your arms.

you’re left looking forward to your date with reo, and the (not so) small hope that he won’t stop sending you pictures of himself. (even if it means you’ll have to figure what to get rid of in order to free up space on your phone for them.)

(you’ll never tell him that, though.)

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w/c : 716

mika has lost all awareness the moment he was informed of your whereabouts. he’s pretty sure he was in class barely a minute ago, so now why is he suddenly desperately gasping for air right outside the infirmary? how did he even get here? he doesn’t quite remember. all he knows is you’re in there and you’re not doing well.

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WHAT!!!!!

those nights with fratboy!miya atsumu whos an ultimate softie with you

more fratboy!atsumu here!

"not going to the party tonight?"

atsumu shook his head, a muffled sound escaping as he buried his face in your back, his arms ensnaring you in an embrace. a small smile played on your lips. "why not?" you asked, even though you might have an inkling as to why. you've noticed that this is the umpteenth time he's skipped a party to spend time with you, a pattern that began when you started dating.

he groaned. "dont wanna," atsumu replied, tightening his hold around your torso. you chuckled, continuing to type on your laptop while perched on atsumu's lap, from which you couldn't escape. "you'll get bored hanging out with me, you know?" a hum was your reply, followed by the sensation of his breath on the back of your neck. "mm, no, I won't," atsumu murmured, planting a kiss on your skin and savoring your warmth.

"i want to be close to ya," atsumu's words sent your heart soaring, and a wide grin spread across your face. you shifted, turning to face him as you wrapped an arm around him, stroking his hair. "tsumu's being clingy today, isn't he?" you teased, a playful tone in your voice as atsumu whined when you ruffled his hair. "shaddup," he shot back, but a concealed smile betrayed his pretended irritation. he looked into your eyes as you caressed his hair tenderly, which you met with a smile.

"what?" you inquired.

"nothin',"

atsumu couldn't help himself. he grinned mischievously, leaning further into you as he tightened his embrace, eliciting a whine from you. oh, how he wished this moment could last forever.

you chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “you’re such a softie, tsumu,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

atsumu’s cheeks flush slightly, but he doesn’t let go. “only for you,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile, feeling a surge of affection for the boy who had somehow wormed his way into your heart. “well, im glad you’re here,” you say, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. “but I really do need to finish this paper.”

atsumu sighs dramatically, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “fine, fine. I’ll let ya work. but only if ya promise to take a break soon and spend some time with me.”

you laugh, nodding. “deal. now, be a good pillow and stay still.”

he grins, settling in more comfortably. “anything for you, babe.”

as you continue typing, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. despite his frat boy reputation, atsumu had a way of making you feel cherished and loved. and in moments like these, you realized just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

SEALED WITH A (HERSHEY'S) KISS ! ; itoshi sae > in which, sae hasn't really changed as much as everyone else would like to believe.

the world had changed a lot since you were 7. you don't really remember much from your primitive years but you recall this very scene- the playground of your childhood- and its bursting beauty.

in your youth, the playground had been colourful and lively, brimming with warmth and the nostalgic sounds of blue springs which were now long gone. the bright red plastic slide was seared into your mind's eye, and so was the feeling of your favourite companion's hand as he helped you stand when you hit the bottom.

you internally cringe at the recollection of your former friend, who was the whole reason you'd returned to the now dismal setting. though, you supposed that you couldn't quite refer to itoshi sae as just an old friend anymore. there was too much history for that, now.

itoshi sae was your childhood best friend. the both of you had met at the playground of your school, and had clicked. he'd always been aloof and just the tiniest bit stuck up, and you liked to think that you balanced each other out quite nicely.

it was no secret to anyone in your primary schools that the both of you liked each other, even though he'd scowl and curse out (as eloquently as a child could) anyone who'd dare suggest such a thing. sae would bluntly reject the verbal concept of crushing on you, but he'd always save you a seat at the lunch table. he'd rather die than even suggest that he could have an affection that was more than platonic, but every day he'd wait for you outside your classroom to walk with you to the playground.

that playground, you think, was more of a liminal space for you, now, rather than a good memory. because you and your maybe-relationship with itoshi sae had crashed and burned when you'd turned 16.

(if you're being honest, you're surprised that it'd even made it that long.)

sae had first asked you to 'be his' when you were 10, in the only way a child could ask. he'd given you a hershey's kiss, and you still remember how his ears tinged red and how he refused to meet your eye. you'd kissed him on the cheek and he pursed his lips as his face contorted in something like shock. the next week, he left for spain.

you didn't see sae again until a year later. he was a little taller, but not much, and his cheeks were still puffy and rosy with youth. he was only visiting for a week, but he insisted on you being there wherever he went. at this point, both of you had contact information to exchange and kept up communication even when he left. the day before he left for the airport, he gave you another hershey's kiss.

you and sae had spoken nearly every day until you were 14 and he came back for a month. then, he'd asked you out officially. you'd said yes. your friends teased you for your infatuation with the boy you'd known since childhood, but it was just that: infatuation. you couldn't see the red lights or hear the alarm bells, not for the life of you.

a few more sporadic visits and daily calls culminated in his planning to fly over to celebrate your 16th birthday with you. but itoshi sae never landed in japan. the day before your birthday, you received an envelope- a brief letter detailing how your relationship was childish and a waste of time, and was to come to an immediate end.

it felt like your world collapsed, just then, when you read those words. you would almost not believe it if it weren't for the unmistakable script that was so messy and so sae, that it couldn't be anyone but him. after that, he didn't reply to your texts. he stopped liking your posts. he never picked up your calls. and that was that, you'd concluded. that was the end of your relationship with itoshi sae.

it still made you sad, even though it shouldn't. you were 19 now, and still couldn't stomach a hershey's kiss. you were 19 and you still returned to this stupid playground with a familiar, heavy heart when you'd heard the news that the itoshi sae had briefly returned to japan for the first time in years.

the tweets with his name on them seemed to be taunting you. the articles with his face screamed at you. the heartbreak was something you could push aside and never escape, and you hated every second of it. if you could take back your childhood solely for the sake of forgetting sae, you think you would consider it before you said no.

"i knew you'd be here eventually."

your heart stalls, and then stops. a tight vice grip takes a hold of your lungs and you exhale sharply. because you knew that voice.

"sae," you greet courteously, as if you weren't about to keel over and die. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, not when you could almost feel his presence next to you. his aura emanated with that familiar warmth, almost as if it was trying to draw you in again. you felt nauseous.

"you're fucking annoying to track down, you know that, right?"

you huff what might be a laugh. "my bad."

the air is cold and suddenly gets colder as a bitter wind bites at your skin. you would wonder what he's thinking but you're giving your all to not let the resurgence of feelings overtake you.

he opens his mouth behind you and then closes it, like he's struggling to get his words out. you don't need to see him to know- you'd grown up together. you knew how he was.

"it's.. been a while." and now you laugh genuinely, because everyone was wrong about him. they all talked him up like some god, and to them maybe he was. but they didn't know him like you did. itoshi sae is no god- he is awkward, and antisocial, and the same 7-year-old boy who'd changed the rules during games of four-square when he'd lost.

"guess it has been."

"i missed you." now that takes you by surprise. it's spoken like a sin, like he's confessing his darkness to a priest, like he's a malefactor asking for a reprieve from his gods. you finally turn to look at him, and he looks just as confused and conflicted as you feel.

itoshi sae is older but he's hardly taller. his face is slimmer but still tinged pink, and he's outgrown the bangs that you used to like to tie into pigtails to bother him. he still looks like itoshi sae- he still looks like he's yours.

he lets out a sharp breath when he sees you fully for the first time since he'd last seen you, almost 5 years ago now.

"you missed me?"

he breaks eye contact and you almost smile at how he's still so shy, after all these years. "you don't get to miss me, y'know."

"i know. i'm.."

you raise an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue. "i'm sorry."

you grin. "that's good," you muse, feeling kind of insane because how is any of this real, "you probably should be sorry."

he looks back at you, a familiar intent flashing behind his gaze. "i know, i-"

"you don't know anything, sae." he's silenced by the sharpness of your tone, and you can hear every beat of your heart as you continue. "what was it you said? i'm a waste of time? that we- that i was just.. unnecessary?"

all of a sudden, you feel very, very small. your voice wavers and cracks at the end of your sentence, and you cross your arms over your chest and step back. the burst of anger you'd felt had dissolved into something like despair, and you wonder why you can't bring yourself to walk away.

"you wrote me a fucking letter," you say, quieter this time, "on my birthday."

sae's expression would be unreadable to anyone, but you weren't just anyone. you recognize the conflict, the wild tumult of emotions, the remorse- you can't look any longer.

you force yourself away, turning so you're facing the playground again. it's silent for a few heartbeats before he speaks again.

"i think that was the biggest mistake of my life."

you don't reply. he continues.

"i was- i'm in love with you. since i met you, i've been in love with you."

you feel a sinking feeling in your chest, because this is all too similar to all those times he'd told you he liked you, not in words but in actions, and you fight to keep up with the grief hanging heavy in your mind's eye. this was the first time itoshi sae had told you he loved you, years after it'd all ended, and you hate yourself because a small part of you wishes that it won't be the last.

sae moves to stand next to you, and looks at you over his shoulder. from the corner of your eye, you see his gaze grow misty.

"so why did you leave me?"

he turns to you fully, and you look at him. his eyes are almost pleading as his whispered words are almost lost to the cold winds: "i can't. i," he moves to take your hand, and you let him, "i don't know. i can't."

there is a new darkness in his eyes. a world of unspoken words, a lifetime of hurt that you don't recognize. it's then you realize that he was different, in that sense- there was a bleeding wound invisible to the naked eye. he lets go of your hand and there's something left in your palm- a hershey's kiss.

"you won't forgive me," he says, "but i'm sorry."

he is about to turn and leave, and you're staring at the familiar treat in your hand when you grab the sleeve of his jacket and tug him back. not expecting the sudden impact.

in a flash, you're kissing him. your hands search for purchase anywhere they can- they're under his knit sweater and on his stomach, his back, his sides, his hair, his cheeks, and you're desperate with your movements, as if he was the only cure to your sickness.

it's fervent, almost, how he kisses you back, closing the nonexistent distance as if he's trying to melt into your warmth. he's greedy, his buzzing, he's warm all over, and he feels just like he used.

when you part, the both of you remain close. you move to untangle yourself from him, recalling how sae was never one for public affection, and this was a public park despite no one being around. his arms hold fast around your waist, keeping you in place. his forehead rests against yours and his hair tickles your face.

"are you sure you love me? i couldn't tell," you tease, voice raspy and breathless. sae presses his lips to your temple, "don't make me say it again."

"what if i want you to?"

"i'm in love with you," he deadpans with no hesitation.

you laugh into his skin and you know he's smiling without looking. "i think i need you to say a little more. maybe like, 'oh, the love of my life, i am so madly in love with you and i have been since we met because i am just so sad and lonely. and in love with you.'"

sae scoffs and pinches the skin on your hip gently. you hum, "don't pretend like that's not all true."

"it is true. you made it easy to fall in love."

for the hundredth time that night, you're taken by surprise, looking at sae and seeing a familiar smirk pass over his face, and you're sure that he fought past his inability to express his feelings just to get a reaction from you. "do you need me to prove it?"

his lips are on yours again, and everything feels right. there are 5 years worth of unspoken hurt and damage, and dozens of scars and open wounds, but those can be dealt with in due time. right now, you and sae are being the stupid teenagers you almost never got the chance to be, kissing in the park during the middle of an autumn night.

the world has changed a lot since you were 7, and it will continue to do so. the park will never regain its colours and you will never be able to be a child again, but that didn't mean things couldn't get better.

you weren't a kid anymore, but you could still feel the same giddy spark that you used to be familiar with. you weren't a kid anymore, but blue spring could return nonetheless.

you weren't a kid anymore, but here you were kissing the boy you've liked since you were one. you weren't a kid anymore, and you think that's okay.

(somewhere on the playground floor, the hershey's kiss lies discarded.)

✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompts "it wasn't hard. you made it easy to fall in love." + getting ‘married’ in elementary school. reuniting by chance and getting asked out in the same fashion.

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-;. bachira meguru as your boyfriend!

; fluff headcanons, wc: 1.3k ; warnings: a lil hurt/comfort but not much! ; author's notes: i love u bachira fr + lmk who u want to see hcs with next!

‣ bachira meguru is OBSESSED with you ‣ from the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to be close to you ‣ so he made it happen! ‣ he spoke to you as often as he could, whether it be texting or calling or in person ‣ he is infatuated with everything you do fr ‣ like, u could hiccup on a call, and bachira will be giggling and kicking his feet like 'teehee my s/o hiccupped' ‣ he gets SO GIGGLY when u do anything like ‣ if you guys are on a walk and u purposefully bump his shoulder he's fr twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl ‣ his love language is 100000% physical touch ‣ and he's not shy about it, not even at the start of your relationship ‣ he's always got to be close to you

‣ holding hands & swingin them while you walk kinda thing ‣ he's into playful, fleeting touches ‣ the type to randomly pepper u with kisses ‣ he also bites???? like not in a hostile or sexual way it just ‣ he likes u sm so he bites u ‣ just.. chomp! every now and then ‣ he loves loves loves seeing you ‣ when he does he calls your name and literally SPRINTS his ass out to wherever you are and gives u the biggest hug ever <3

you jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. whipping around, you see a blur of black and yellow hair hurtling toward you at the speed of light.

before you know it, you're pulled into a tight hug, stumbling back a few paces as you laugh into bachira's hair. you wrap your arms around his head like you're trying to keep him there, grinning into the crook of your neck.

when he finally pulls away, arms still trailing on your waist. his eyes glitter with affection as they look into yours. "i missed you."

you smile. "you saw me yesterday."

bachira shoots you another starry smile and shrugs animatedly: "felt like sooo much longer without you, y'know!"

your heart flutters in your chest and you press your face into his collarbone briefly, before you pull away. his hand finds its place in your own- it fits like it was made for you.

"so," he says, "what are we doing today?"

"ice cream on the pier?"

"you know me so well!"

‣ and for dates: bachira isn't big on casual dates ‣ however, there's this ice cream shop that you're both regulars at! ‣ at least once a week, usually more, in the evenings the two of you meet to grab something sweet and just chill ‣ the two of you sit with your feet swinging off the edge above the water ‣ you each have a new flavor because the place has a rotating menu- you take turns chattering & letting each other try spoonfuls of your ice cream ‣ because of the nature of blue lock & his life path, he's busier than he'd like to be ‣ but trust that he is ALWAYSSSS messaging you ‣ man never leaves u alone ‣ like actually ‣ he ABUSES the 'notify anyway' option when you're on do not disturb ‣ calls you at stupid late hours of night just to prattle on about some stuff that doesn't matter ‣ he's a talker- he loves loves loves speaking with you ‣ his favorite thing about talking to you specifically is that you really seem to listen ‣ his friends nod their heads and play along but they don't get it ‣ you do, and you care- that's one of many things he loves about you ‣ bachira doesn't tell you he loves you often, even though he does ‣ he's got some deep-seated issues highkey LMFAO ‣ you always know he does, though ! it shines through in his little actions and the phrases of adoration he tells you ‣ all his friends/teammates know how much he loves you too ‣ like i said he is OBSESSED ‣ and he lets everyone know ‣ you send him a picture of you doing the most mundane thing? he's shoving his phone in isagi's face saying 'look how cute they are! look! now! here! you're not looking!' ‣ EVERYYYYONEEE is sick of him ‣ 'yes bachira we get it' ‣ but he KEEPS doing it ‣ (his friends are only mildly annoyed- they know how happy u make him so they don't care too much :,) ) ‣ when you're upset: bachira isn't much help ‣ he doesn't really know what to do with your feelings and he's not sure how to help ‣ he really, really wants to but he's at a loss ‣ so he just sits next to you and lets you cling on to him if that's what you want ‣ he'd stay there for as long as you want him, and if it helps, he'll talk to you about inane things that don't matter ‣ he'll talk about the weather and his games today, about isagi and rin's antics, about how dolphins are really good animals, anything that might take your mind off it ‣ he is! perfect! ‣ actually i take it back because ‣ if we're talking domesticity: this man is the best/worst roommate you'll have ‣ does the dishes only if you nag ‣ walks around (almost) naked because he doesn't really care LMFAO ‣ and worst of all he sticks to you like GLUE

"meguru," you scold, "we've gotta go. we're gonna be late."

"but you have to change," he wheedles, arms tethered around your neck as he lets his weight drop to the floor, pulling you down with him.

"and why is that a problem?"

"if you change, then you won't want to come back to bed!"

"yeah. that's the point."

"5 more minutes?" you're basically dragging him along the floor like a mop at this point. you'd kick him if you weren't in love with him.

"bachira meguru." you kick him anyways. he sprawls across the floors like a puddle of water, glaring up at you.

"fine," he sighs, pushing himself up, "fine, fine, fine!"

you extend a hand to pull him up. "c'mon, it'd be rude to be late to kunigami's birthday dinner."

he takes your hand, but tugs sharply- you tumble down onto the bedroom floor on top of him with a huff of air rushing out of your lungs.

"meguru!" he laughs and snakes an arm around you.

"i'm sure kunigami won't mind!"

‣ don't even get me STARTEDDDD on how this guy sleeps. ‣ he fr takes the WHOLE BED ‣ his arms are splayed out in every way possible, his legs too- absolutely starfished as far as he can go ‣ and he's a mfing blanket hog too. ‣ this piece of GARBAGE ‣ you'll have to get your own, but only pull it out once he's asleep- otherwise, he'll take that too ‣ big on c*ddling with you though ‣ he's gotta be touching you in SOME way ‣ typically one of you sleeps with your head on the other's chest, and you swap between positions every so often ‣ he likes it when you mess with his hair <3 ‣ try to put it in braids or pigtails and he'll fall in love ‣ will request you do that regularly LMFAO ‣ this becomes a kind of ritual- on quiet mornings, you'll sit on the edge of your shared bed and he'll be right below you ‣ you brush through his hair and deftly put little braids into it, before sweeping it into whatever style he decides ‣ it's the quiet mornings he shares with you that his love really shines thru- because he can talk to anyone, but it takes a lot of trust for him to let his guard down and be quiet ‣ anyways <3 bachira meguru u are the love of my life!