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Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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bnha boys as your typical crushes!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, mutual pining

notes: posting this before i disappear for exams :((

୭ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 as the shy, unassuming yet friendly boy who sits next to you in class. he's always offering his lecture notes to you, picking up whatever you drop from your desk like the gentleman that he is, and makes a cute habit of tapping your chair lightly as a form of congratulations when you answer a question right. (he wishes he was bold enough to pat your shoulder instead) when he eventually does get bold enough, he'll stand by after school ends until he sees you, offering to carry your bag and walking you home if you'd let him.

୭ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 as your childhood friend whose house is right in front of yours. one minute you're bickering nonstop as you're walking to school together, and the next he has a firm hand on your shoulder, moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk without uttering a word about it. relentless teasing is normal to the two of you. he's told tons of embarrassing stories from your childhood, but once you remind him of that time you took a bath together when you were four, and you tease him for his "teeny weenie," he could only glare at you as you let out a cheeky snicker, unaware he's actually more flustered rather than embarassed of the memory. he's also had to put up with his mother gushing over you two. mitsuki claims that she's already planned out your wedding with your mother years ago. he acts irritated; you act embarassed, but there's no way to forget everything mitsuki said.

୭ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 as your best friend's older brother, always radiating a warm, approachable aura. whenever you come over to their house, he tidies everything up, prepares the snacks himself, and will insist on walking you home when it hasn't even gotten dark outside yet. you'd have to keep your composure when your best friend starts gushing over their brother asking them about you on multiple occasions, "was l/n there? is l/n coming too? how's l/n?" when he runs into you at school, eijirou likes to give you and your best friend little headpats and friendly side hugs when you part waysー you're convinced eijirou's just the embodiment of the word comfort itself.

୭ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎 as that dreamy-looking, gentleman of a guy, who goes to the same train station as you and has once let you fall asleep on his shoulder. although his initial instinct was to tap your shoulder and wake you up, it doesn't take a while before he decides not to, seeing how peaceful and adorable you look. he can't explain the warm, fluttering feeling in his chest as he gently props your head into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, careful not to wake you up. when you eventually wake up and immediately apologize for dozing off on his shoulder, he doesn't feel the slightest ounce of annoyance or discomfort, but he does feel the urge to protect you at all times. the next day, he sits next to you again, and he feels relievedー maybe even a bit overjoyed when you start talking to him. the day after, when there's particularly a lot more people on the train, he doesn't shy away from standing closely next to you. when people start bumping you, he cages you with protective arms, his hands laid flat against the wall next to your shoulders, while still leaving a respectful distance between you two. you're not sure whether your heart can still take it, but for once you wish the train would move slower this day.

୭ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 as your best friend who never misses the chance to flirt with you. your friendship is anything but boring. when you unintentionally say things at the same time and with the same tone, when you do your ridiculously complicated, secret handshake yet pull it off flawlessly, and when you exchange flirtatious remarks nonstop and burst into laughter that's loud enough to echo around the room, people can't help but find your friendship wholesome (and want to bang your heads together). no one's surprised when denki stops flirting with other people, but it takes you aback when he starts talking a lot more sincerely about his feelings for you. when he does confess to you eventually, you don't know whether to kick his shin and tell him to quit joking or just say that you've also liked him secretly since day one.

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how they react when you try on clothes with them!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, humor, a little suggestive, informal writing lmao, literally just them hyping u up (as they should 😡)

note/s: help i hate this but it's been sitting in my drafts since march 😟 anw we stan kirishima n shouto in this household thank yew

bakugo katsuki would (try to) remain nonchalant throughout the whole thing. he'll be on his phone the whole time, grumbling here and there, though you've caught him staring over his phone multiple times. when you struggle with zipping up dresses or tying belts, he'll just stare for a good five minutes before grabbing your waist and aggressively (without hurting you ofc) helps you with your clothes. he'd definitely tease you with, "up or down?" while having the zipper in his hand and resting his chin on your neck, peering over with a smirk. once katsuki decides to participate more, he commits. when he doesn't think the outfit suits you, he'd shoot endless insult and remarks on the clothes, never on you. in fact, you'll hear a lot of "no, not this. you're too good for this garbage of a scarf." "the fuck is this cardigan? ha?! you're too good for this shitー what are you so pretty for anyway?!"

kirishima eijiro would just be beaming at you the whole time. he doesn't even give actual feedback on anything, he's just thrilled to be there. you"ll hear a lot of "that's pretty!" "oooh nice!" other times he'll just give you the brightest smile and put up his thumbs like, "yes. 🤩👍‼️ we love that." he'll instantly offer to take photos of the outfits for you, though most of them ended up focused on your face, and barely the clothes. eijirou lives for the growing smile on your face the more he takes photos and compliments you. you don't know whether to fawn or get annoyed over that because now you have 30 photos of your face with nearly the same expression in each one and not one proper photo of your clothes. 😔

you trying on clothes with a kaminari denki is just chaos. like kirishima, he thinks you look good in everything except he's a lot louder about it. every outfit, every little accessory you add, he's cheering and clapping like a seal. "BABE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!" "YES, I LOVE THAT ONE" "SLAY 👹‼️" with little cheek and forehead kisses occasionally because other than screaming it, he doesn't know how else to deal with how gorgeous you look ! he'll actively insist on accessorizing you (if you're okay with it, doing your hair's his favorite) trying on clothes together and hyping each other up as loud as you can has now become the newest love language between you two.

todoroki shouto's a lot more peaceful than everyone else. he won't give much feedback except for, "you look beautiful, love." and "that one's nice, i think." but you can tell he enjoys being there. he'll instantly turn the other way when you change into another outfit and asks every time, his cheeks tinted pink, if you'd prefer him out of the room instead. when you walk up to him to clip his bangs with a hair pin that didn't match your outfit, he just lets you, later re-adjusting the tiny accessory so it wouldn't fall off. and just when you think your boyfriend couldn't get any cuter, a week later you're faced with a very enthusiastic shouto, showing you his pinterest account with tons of outfit ideas he saved specially for you.

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# 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔: 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 + 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 = 𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ⊹

𖧧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♫ ♪: “something good” by julie andrews, “only us” by ben platt, “truly madly deeply” by one direction, “christmas in june” by ajr, and “lo-fi children” by wild party.

𖧧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: childhood friends to lovers <3

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭: we met when we were kids, in our kindergarten class. when we got seated next to each other, it was hard not to be amazed by all the all might merch he wore on a consistent basis. so as children, our shared love for all might sparked many conversations, including sneaky whispers when the teacher wasn’t looking, and the beginning of a lifelong friendship. of course, katsuki was a usual annoyance, but having a quirk powerful enough to counter katsuki’s was an ego booster for the both of us. so whenever izuku had another wall of problems to face, i was there with him. my quirk continued to develop, meaning that after-school hangout sessions (featuring inko’s homemade snacks) happened daily. and the older we got, the more realization disclosed itself. the boy i had collected cool bugs with, the one i’d walked to school with every day, was, cute. and in middle school, i realized that your best friend shouldn’t make you feel so flustered over the littlest things. like poking your arm when asking a question, or having your shoulders lightly touch when sitting together at lunch. and as high school eventually came, those feelings continued to swell. all I could hope was that one day, they would be reciprocated back.

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: but even after being admitted into ua, all i could think about was him. his brand new quirk. his collection of freckles that had grown over the past summer. his long, soft curly hair. a kid with so much bravery that all you could do was look at him in awe. around our second year at ua, we had gone through more than one would even think fathomable. how our relationship started: a knock sounded at izuku’s door, his alarm clock displaying the time as 11:57 pm. and as he opened the door with tired eyes, he was met with a disheveled-looking girl who flew into his arms, holding onto him with a tight grip. a nightmare was the reason she had gone to go find him, a nightmare where she had lost him. izuku pulled back out of surprise and slight embarrassment as he held onto her shoulders to steady her figure. “paige?” he said, voice full of concern as his viridescent eyes searched for hers. not only was this not normal, but if something had made her this distraught, then he had to know if she was ok. “i just, ” she said with ragged breath. “i just had to make sure you were ok because i was so terrified and-” “paige. look at me.” and as she stared into his eyes, a blush dusted over her cheeks, and his hand gently tilted her face towards his. “yes?” she replied. “i need you to take a deep breath and talk to me to make sure you’re ok, alright?” “i’m um, actually pretty sure i’m ok now” a puzzled look crossed his face. “but how is that possible-” as the sound of his voice got cut off by the feeling of her soft lips on his.

𖧧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: our relationship is as soft as the songs listed above. think of a soft, endearing love, like the feeling of being engulfed in your softest blanket with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. some examples: gazing into each other eyes while rambling about random topics, holding hands with intertwined fingers, shared earbuds while working on homework, ALL the inside jokes we’ve made (we’ve had to start writing them down), cuddling under a heated blanket, sharing foods with messy fingers while laughing about how stupid we look, watching sad movies while making bets on who will cry first (it’s usually a tie), tight hugs, writing love letters, secret handshakes, cradling the others face, holding in our laughs together in the middle of class, and the feeling of adoration every time our eyes connect. falling in love with each other every single day that is spent with the other by their side. <3

𖧧 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: “our souls are the rare two that fit. with each break in our relationship we grow stronger and smarter, realizing we were meant all along to end up together. i just want to be with you now and forever more.”

༊*·˚ 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

Pairing: Alhaitham x GN!reader

Content: Modern AU, childhood friends, mildly suggestive

In which you reunite with Alhaitham, the nerdy scruffy kid you’d used to tease in middle school - except now, he is neither awkward, nor quite as small as he used to be.

“Are you coming to the reunion?” Your friend’s voice over the phone was excited, almost imploring.

“I’m not sure, should I?” You were sprawled across your bed languidly, phone tucked into your shoulder and laptop balanced precariously over your knees.

“Yes, please! I heard even Alhaitham’s coming to this one!”

“… Alhaitham?” You paused your typing for a moment to readjust your position.

“You two were assigned seats next to each other throughout middle school, weren’t you? I remember you always complained about it.”

“Oh, yes.”

“You should really come and see him. I’ve heard he’s now a prolific researcher. And Nilou finally got into the dance academy she wanted as well - oh, just turn up! It’ll be fun to meet our class again.”

“Ah, I’ll make an effort to come.” You replied, hanging up, although your mind was elsewhere. Alhaitham… That was a name you hadn’t heard in a long time.

You’d been distraught when you were forcibly separated from your friends by the woes of a middle school seating arrangement. Even more so when you realised that your desk partner was none other than Alhaitham, the hilariously awkward nerd who seemed to be physically attached to a book at all times. He was a scrawny kid - shorter than you at the time, hence the fond memories you had making fun of his height and mockingly peering down at him.

Coincidentally, the two of you had been forced to sit together for many classes over the next few years - leading to a casual sort of friendship. Or, that’s what you saw it as. You loved to tease Alhaitham, watching in glee as his neck and ears turned red. Looking back, he probably despised you now - you were quite mean back to him back then, taking advantage of the fact that he had a crush on you. Occasionally, the two of you would hang out outside of school, and although there was no dismissing how difficult it was to hold conversation with the boy, you grew to become fond of those times. Fond, to a certain extent.

Perhaps it was your own denial, but you preferred to remember it that way - merely sentimental fondness for pleasant times between friends.

In high school, you had decided to pursue humanities, whilst Alhaitham had gone down a different route. And so, the two of you inevitably grew apart, with you never rarely ever seeing him again. You were simply too busy - following your devious shenanigans in middle school, you’d decided to turn over a new leaf and engross yourself in academics to compensate for your former rowdiness.

-

On the day of the reunion, you were late. At least twenty minutes late, for sure - and that was if you could even get your car started. Drowning in student loans, you’d only managed to buy a third hand car that barely clung to life, and you were now suffering the consequences of its senile engine.

“Fuck!” After turning your key in the ignition again in exasperation, you got out of the vehicle in defeat, slamming the door shut and resorting to calling a taxi.

Fuming, you left your apartment block and waited out on the street, a frown fixed across your face. That frown was only further perpetuated when the most obnoxiously high end vehicle swerved, wheels skidding through a puddle and spraying you in filthy city water.

Almost too stunned to move, you glared into the heavily tinted car windows as the vehicle slowed to a stop by the curb. The driver’s side door opened, and a man stepped out.

Broad shoulders, ridiculously tall, muscular build and a tight fitting dress shirt… You craned your neck upwards, and almost recoiled.

“Alhaitham?!” You stumbled back.

“So you’re done staring at my pecs?” The former victim of your relentless bullying bent down mockingly to be eye to eye with you, a smirk decorating his face.

“They were right at eye level! Fuck, it’s not my fault you got tall.” You recovered from the shock quickly, remembering that you were furious at the man once again.

Alhaitham had definitely changed. His jawline was stronger now, and his gaze was different - the awkward tenacity of his preteen years was replaced with cut calculation, cold despite the playful gleam that occupied them. Catching yourself gawking again, you defaulted back to your scowl.

“You got me wet.” You accused.

“Oh, did I?” Alhaitham quirked a brow, grinning suggestively.

“Not in that way.”

“Do you want it in that way?”

“Stop trying to change the topic. The issue is, I’m soaked through with puddle water and about half an hour late to the reunion.” You snapped. Oh, how the tables had turned - now you were the one being teased, your face flushed and your fists clenched by your side.

“Alright, I get it. I apologise. Do you want my coat?” Alhaitham shrugged, looking down at you now in concern.

“Yes.”

“And a lift to the reunion as well, I assume?”

Archons, how much you hated him in that moment. His wry, mocking smile was back - although you were grateful for the warmth that now settled across your shoulders from his coat. Begrudgingly, you agreed, and Alhaitham ushered you into the passenger seat.

“Careful, watch your head. Don’t want you hitting it on the roof, because you’re just so much taller than me, aren’t you?” The man chuckled from behind you.

“Shut up, it was ten years ago.” You retorted, only to be met with another condescending laugh as he buckled your seatbelt for you. Alhaitham then climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine smoothly before pulling away from the curb - only pausing for a moment to shoot you a smug smile.

-

The reunion was pleasant, albeit mundane. Much to your annoyance, Alhaitham was the centre of attention - the gleaming golden child who’d had a glow up and dominated whatever lame industry he’d decided to get into. Despite this, he was remarkably different around others. A stoic expression was settled on his handsome features as he mostly kept conversations short and blunt, refusing alcohol.

You, on the other hand, had lost count of your glasses, relishing in the feel of liquor searing down your throat whilst you brooded from your seat next to Alhaitham.

“Alhaithaaam, why don’t you have a drink? You’re… no fun…” You mumbled, pushing your glass against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder. It was warm, and broad - how pleasant it would be, to just rest on it.

“I have to drive you home, remember? Speaking of which, you should stop drinking now. It’s not healthy.” Alhaitham pushed your hand away, although he kept hold of your wrist to prevent you from pouring another glass.

“Just one more drink…” You whined, frowning and slamming your free hand over Alhaitham’s mouth upon sensing he was about to spew some medical fact about the effect of alcohol on the body. That was one thing that hadn’t changed about him.

“Alright, time to go. It was pleasant meeting everyone.” Alhaitham pursed his lips, pulling your hands away and tucking his arms under your shoulders to hoist you up.

“Nooo, I don’t wanna…” You flailed, vaguely making out the mirthful expressions of your former classmates before Alhaitham grabbed your legs and carried you out of the restaurant bridal style.

“Put me down!” You hit at his chest, which probably did more damage to your hands than it did to him, and kicked your legs to no avail.

“Shh, you’ll thank me for this in the morning.” Gently, you were set down in the passenger seat - hearing the click of the seatbelt buckle and the clink of the door shutting. Alhaitham readjusted his jacket around your form so that it covered you like a blanket, sighing and turning his attention to the road.

“Mm…. Do you have any wipes?” You rifled through Alhaitham’s glove box, before your fingers brushed over something. Pulling it out, you realised it was an old photo of you and him standing outside the school gates. A wide grin was spread across your face, one arm propped up on his head, a vastly less amused expression occupying his smaller features.

“Alhaithaam, what’s thiiis?” You snorted, delighting in the way Alhaitham’s adam’s apple bobbed at seeing the photo clutched in your hand. Finally, he’d broken his infuriating demeanour - even if it was only for a second. You decided to prod it further to get more of a reaction.

“Hmm… Maybe… You stiiill have a crush on me?” You smirked, although you put little thought into your words. There was no way the stoic, cold Alhaitham could maintain his former-

The car stopped with more force than necessary at the immediate red light. You weren’t sure if it was the reflection of those lights, but Alhaitham’s face appeared flushed. His hands gripped the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles turned white, eyes fixed on the road with searing intensity.

Oh?

“No waaay.” You turned to Alhaitham incredulously. Perhaps it was the liquor. The alcohol churning in your veins. After all, what other explanation could there be for your racing heart?

And, more importantly, did his heart race like yours?

The answer was in the abrupt stop of the car by the side of the road. In the cold, lithe fingers holding your chin. In the push of Alhaitham’s lips against yours, tasting like sweet mint. The answer, breathless, was muttered by your childhood friend as he finally pulled away.

“So what if I do?” Alhaitham’s voice was barely more than a whisper, his face close enough to the point you could feel his breath. His eyes were so beautiful, opulent green flecked with glowing amber. They searched yours desperately for a reply, for reciprocity.

You were confused. Drunk, both on alcohol and the taste of Alhaitham’s lips. So many feelings gushed around your head like the liquor you’d drunk earlier, sloshing nonsensically. As if to deflect the restlessness of your own heart, you leaned in again for another kiss - for that was the only certain reciprocation you could give.

And under the streetlight, amidst flushed cheeks and wandering hands, you found the Alhaitham you’d known from middle school again. The Alhaitham that blushed at your words, and shot you yearning looks. Chuckling between shallow breaths, you cupped his cheeks in your hands - smiling at the familiar face of the boy you’d loved.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎 | 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎.

it’s quiet in the car, and suna drives tensely, side eyeing you as you sit with your arms crossed. it’s evident you don’t want to be in the car with him, but even like this, he’s glad he gets to spend a little extra time with you alone.

“so…” he starts, and immediately, you cut him off, shutting him down firmly.

“no.”

suna purses his lips and sighs, eyes on the road as he continues to drive to your home, and you sit there fuming. you’ve been tricked. fooled. taken advantage of by your own friend as she goes home with some guy she meets. if she can’t drive you home from the party, it just has to be suna, and you wonder why the world is punishing you so cruelly this way.

“you know, i’m a pretty cool guy,” suna insists, turning to you with a raised brow when the car stops at a red light. “you should consider being a little nicer—”

“you’re lame and annoying,” you counter, and he scowls, scoffing that you have it in you to be so bold with him in his car as he drives you home.

“am not,” he bickers back. and the light is green now, but neither of you notice as you stare each other down.

you hate suna rintaro. you hate him so fiercely, you don’t think you’ll ever feel this passionately about anything else in your life. suna annoys you in every way possible. he acts like he doesn’t care, he slacks off in everything he does, he always rolls his eyes like he knows better, and he even stands around like he owns the place. and you hate him.

you also hate that he stood you up on a date he asked you on himself, but that’s besides the point.

“are too,” you huff childishly.

“look, if this is about that date a few months ago, i told you i mixed up the dates and—”

“it’s about how little you care about things,” you interrupt, and there’s a slight quiver in your voice as you speak. it makes suna’s heart drop, and he feels his stomach twist painfully.

suna rintaro has been in love with you since grade school. he thinks it’s a miracle you ever said yes to him in the first place, and if there’s one thing in his life, one thing at all that he’d do differently, it’s not mixing up the day of your date. he thinks maybe by now you could’ve been a happy little couple with stupidly annoying instagram pictures and obnoxiously ridiculous voicemails and whatever else couples do together. but suna always messes things up, and he wishes he wasn’t always doing things wrong no matter how hard he tries.

his face drops, and he reaches out, opening his mouth to speak.

“look—”

and before he can continue, there’s a loud honking sound behind you that makes you both flinch, someone beeping their horn for him to go on the green light he’s been sitting on for the last two minutes.

suna curses under his breath, pressing the gas pedal and driving off, frowning when you angle your body away from him to face the window.

“you will never change,” you mutter, “i realized that a long time ago.” and it’s cruel really, you’ve spent all this time convincing yourself you’re over suna, but all that’s led you to is falling for him even deeper—and maybe that makes the hatred fester up even more.

“hey, that’s not fair,” he grumbles. “i’m a responsible adult, it was one slip up.”

“did you make your bed this morning?”

“okay, that’s not relevant to adulthood—”

“is your sink empty of dirty dishes?”

“i didn’t get a chance yet to wash—”

“when was the last time you checked your mailbox?”

“who even reads mail these days—”

“face it suna,” you scoff. “you’re hopeless.” and suddenly, the car pulls over, and you turn to him with furrowed brows as he parks the car and faces you, determination settling in his eyes as he throws a glare at your direction.

“well, why are you still so upset over a missed date if you’re not obsessed with me?” he challenges, making you stare at him in disbelief as your mouth hangs open. and now you’re furious—how dare he insinuate something so ridiculous (even though it’s technically kind of true), and how dare he belittle your feelings (even though he technically didn’t, but his tone certainly seemed like it).

“what?” you hiss, and he crosses his arms, raising a brow.

“you heard me,” he snaps back, and you should honestly strangle him—and in all realness, if you killed him right here in the middle of the street and left, no one would know it was you, but he smirks, and you lose your sanity just a little more at his hand. “you’re so obsessed with me,” he grins.

“no i am not,” you flare your nostrils, and he snickers, poking your cheek with a cocky smile on his face. you hate how attractive it is.

“i’m obsessed with you too,” he shrugs, as though it’s completely normal. “i’m not quitting until you finally agree on a redo of our date,” he adds, and you scoff.

“no.”

“too bad. not moving this car until you do,” he shrugs.

“suna rintaro,” you say firmly, and he has the audacity to recline his seat back and throw his arms behind his head as he lays down.

“that’s my name,” he says casually.

and this is precisely why you can’t stand him. he never takes anything seriously, and he never puts in an effort to try, and he never cares. you don’t think he ever will.

“i want to go home—”

“you could,” he starts, “if you agree on a redo date.”

“no,” you huff.

“now you’re just being stubborn,” he scoffs, pouting lightly. you resist the urge to poke his bottom lip with your finger. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“you stand me up again,” you deadpan, and suna rolls his eyes.

“i’m sorry, okay? it really was an accident, and i didn’t mean it. i really did get the dates confused,” he argues, and there’s a small part of you that tells yourself maybe you’re overreacting. people make mistakes, and you’re certainly not perfect, but this is suna rintaro.

he’s got his little set of fans, he’s got his promising career, and he’s got no reason to be interested in you. you shouldn’t think this way, but maybe he forgot because you really are just that forgettable.

“you wouldn’t have forgotten if you actually cared,” you pout, and he clicks his teeth, reaching over and grabbing your face, pulling your closer. you can feel his breath fan over your lips as he speaks, smelling the minty scent of his gum.

“if i didn’t care, why would i be pining over someone as stubborn as you,” he grunts. “you are really something else,” he mutters, and you give him a dirty look, features scrunching into an offended expression.

“this is not my fault—”

“well, if you’d just listened for a moment—”

“i don’t owe you to listen—”

“you are so difficult—”

“don’t talk to me—” and you’re cut off by a kiss, and you’d be stunned by the nerve of the man sitting before you if you weren’t so distracted by the heat of his lips and the way his thumb makes your skin light up as he rubs your cheek softly. you should pull away, but you only mold your lips against his and lean in closer, deepening the kiss like your life depends on it.

“knew you were obsessed with me,” he snickers as you both pull away, pouting when you shove at his shoulder harshly.

“you can’t just kiss people out of nowhere, asshole,” you hiss, lips slightly swollen and cheeks feeling hot as you look away. he smirks, pinching your cheek, and you smack his hand away.

“well, we’re both here right now,” he shrugs, “and we already kissed, so we might as well redo the date now.” you try to ignore the way your heart leaps in your chest at the idea.

“fine,” you cave. “but if it sucks, you gotta quit bothering me,” you warn, and a large, giddy little grin spreads across his face, and you almost wish he’d kiss you again as you drink in the sight.

“oh, trust me,” he winks, “it definitely won’t suck.”

in the secluded land of the immortal shogun, the bakufu rules eternal. but what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god?

characters ☆ inazuma, nation of eternity

「Shinsou being a simp for you」

shinsou's words come out so naturally and sweetly from his lips that it honestly leaves him confused to realize how messed up you are with this. he says things like "i don't know what i'd do without you" when you offer him a cup of tea while he works or studies, and also things like "you really are an angel in my life" when you grab him by the shirt before he might crash into a bicycle.

he asks for consent whenever he's not sure, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. there are times when he really wants to kiss and touch you, but he feels it would be rude of him to do that without knowing if you wanted to. that's why he asks “can i kiss you?” there's just something appealing and genuine about him mumbling those words as he leans closer to you.

he doesn't just say “how was your day” he says “tell me about your day”. he is genuinely interested in hearing you speak and enjoys this little moment with you. he hears you ramble with a passionately look and with a genuine twinkle in his eye as you talk about your day; often with one hand resting on his chin while the other absently plays with a lock of your hair. he also just says “oh yeah?” “that's cool baby.” while he keeps listening to everything you have to say.

he has a polaroid picture of you on his cell phone cover or in his wallet, and when he misses you, he usually takes it and with a silly smile on his face he runs his fingers gently over your face, as if he were stroking you.

he loves to give you flowers; it doesn't matter if it's just a simple flower he saw on the street or a beautiful flower he saw in a flower shop; every flower he sees he remembers you and he can't help but smile genuinely. he also loves putting flowers in your hair and he looks at you with the cutest and most passionate smile in the world; the flower is very beautiful, but nothing compares to the genuine and unique beauty in you.

if he sees you sleepy or even napping, he won't think twice about gently resting your head on his shoulder or in his lap; stroking your hair and leaving a few soft kisses on your temple from time to time.

he always lets you taste something first of what he’s about to eat or drink; before he can even bring the food to his lips, he directs you, encouraging you to take a bite and he can’t help but smirk when you make a cute face like you’re enjoying the food. when he drinks something he puts the straw carefully towards your lips and looks at you while you take a sip.

he loves to see you doing your hobbies and he loves to see you draw. he thinks it's amazing how you dedicate yourself to something you love and he always finds himself smiling looking at your concentrated face; he usually makes you tea or gives you some snacks and he always gives you a kiss on the head before sitting next to you; trying to draw something with you and for you.

he has a habit of waking up earlier than usual just to cuddle with you in bed; enjoying every comfortable, warm second with you before the two of you get up and go through the day. he snuggles up to you, putting his face on your neck and breathing deeply in your scent; letting himself be carried away by the unique and dreamy feeling of having you in his arms.

he helps you readjust your clothes; he holds the coat for you as you put your arms in, and he also adjusts the collar and helps you get your hair out of the hood. he buttons and zips your coats for you, wraps the scarf around your neck so that it covers your nose and makes you feel comfy and warm; and he always kisses your forehead when he finishes.

he always holds your hand while crossing the street or when you are somewhere with more people. he also protects you with his body when you feel shy or uncomfortable, as if that small gesture could protect you from the rest of the world.

him being your biggest supporter and encouraging you to chase all your dreams and goals; he knows it's not easy, but he wants you to know that he will be by your side to lift you up when you fall, he wants to celebrate the victories with you but he wants to heal you from the defeats because he loves you and just wants the best for you.

he loves to sleep looking at you. your calm and soft face soothes him a lot and reminds him that everything is fine now; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, leaving a light kiss on your lips before falling asleep with you.

he loves to caress your face; he loves to run his fingers lightly over your cheek and melts a little more when you kiss his wrist. he can't help, you’re so precious and unique and he feels so lucky to have you. sometimes in the middle of the night you can feel a light and gentle caress on your face; when you open your eyes you see him looking calmly at you, a small smile tugging his lips as he says ‘hi baby’

he loves to play the guitar for you. he feels so good and comfortable next to you; it’s like he's on top of the world with the love of his life where nothing and no one can get in the way of you two. he loves to immerse himself in this moment while letting his heart speak through the music. your pure, shining gaze always makes his heart race; because is when he realizes that he's safe, he’s home.

he loves taking candid pictures of you; you are like a work of art in his eyes and he can't help but admire you at every moment, but that's not enough, he needs to keep this not just in his heart. and, when you least expect it, you hear the sound of his cell phone camera and he shyly with a smile on his face as he looks at his phone; proud to have taken another photo of the love of his life.

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Hair MasterList

Hair Basics

How to wash your hair properly 

How to: Hair washing hacks

How and when to wash your hair (curly hair)

How to choose the correct shampoo and conditioner

How to check your hair porosity  (2)

How to find your curl type

How to stop habits that are damaging your hair

How to do the LCO (moisturization layering technique) method   (ideal for straigther hair types) 

How to do the LOC method (Better suited for curly and natural hair)

How to dry your hair properly using a hair dryer

How to air dry your hair properly

How to: Natural hair bedtime routine 

How to: Bedtime haircare routine

How to straighten your hair

How to straighten you hair (for curly or natural hair)

How to use a Dyson hair-wrap

How to diffuse your hair (for curly hair)

How to curl your hair 

How to curl your hair with a hair straightner 

How to curl your hair (no heat) 

How to curl your hair with no extra equipement 

How to tell your hairdresser exactly what you want

How to: Learn different types of hair dyes

How to dye your own hair 

How to pick the right hair colour for you

How to bleach your hair at home 

How to dye Asian hair using Japanese products

Hair Cuts 

How to cut your own hair 101

How to cut your curly hair

How to trim your natural hair

How to cut your hair into long layers

How to your hair into Korean style long layers 

How to cut your bangs 101

How to cut your bangs like Matilda Djerf

How to: Korean see-through bangs

How to cut curtain bangs 

Styling Hair 

How to do easy hairstyles for long hair

How to do easy hairstyles for shoulder length hair

How to do easy hairstyles for short hair

How to do trendy 90s hair styles 

How to do y2k hairstyles

How to do traditional Indian/Tamil hairstyles for weddings or temple visits

How do a French twsit updo 

How to low bun hairstyles

How to do easy braided hairstyles

How to Hollywood inspired vintage hairstyle 

How to do a blow-out at home

How to do a 5-min blow-dry

How to do a 90′s supermodel inspired hair *detailed*

How to do a Victoria Secret model insipired hair (no heat)

Natural Hair 

How to do protective hairstyles

How to do knotless box braids 

How to maintain your box braids 

How to style your box braids

How to cornrow your hair

How to do butterfly locs

Hijabs 

How to begin to wear a Hijab / Hijab 101 

How to look after your hair under a Hijab

How to style curly hair under a Hijab

How to wrap turban style Hijabs

How to wrap a Hijab the Malaysian/Indonesian way 

How to style Hijabs 

Wigs and Extensions 

How to: Learn about different types of wigs 

How to figure out which is the type of wig is the best for you

How to install a wig 

How to install a wig (on an asian girl ) (on white girl) 

How to re-install a wig 

How to remove a wig safely

How to: 100% glueless wig installation 

How to customize your wig 

How to customize your wig *detailed*

How to clean your lace without washing 

How to fully clean your wig 

How to lay your edges 

How to: Learn about hair extensions

How to use clip in hair extensions 

How to put in tape hair extensions 

How to install halo hair extension

How to install sew-in hair extensions

How to blend short hair with your extensions

I made this for me because I kept on losing the videos that I liked watching for reference but I thought I should share it, incase anyone would like a reference list or they haven’t been taught certain things. I have tried to include things for other women outside my ethnicity. Hope it helps :) 

Much love,

Daphne xox