Comparing Hand Sizes With Shinsou

comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: fluff, best friends, teasing

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips. 

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him. 

shark week

synopsis: you forget about your upcoming period and you had no choice but to seek help from the school's gang leader

warnings: fluff! mikey is kinda an idiot but when is he not, he is the type of person i would scream at if im on that time of the month tbh, he asks too many questions, kinda oblivious to everything tbh

wc: 2.1k

notes: special thanks to kar and hailey for beta reading

shit. 

your eyes widened as an uncomfortable sensation leaked from your lower body. you grit your teeth in embarrassment, looking around the classroom feeling as if all eyes were on you and your shame. 

breathe. just breathe. you try to compose your breaths, cringing slightly as another uncomfortable sensation trickles down your private area. 

fuck. this was just the worst. 

with a shaky hand, you called upon the attention of the teacher who was teaching god knows what– math? history? you weren’t even sure at this point. 

“may i be excused?” the teacher gives you an unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes and gives an affirmation, going back to the topic at hand. 

you silently thanked the designers of your uniform for making the skirt a dark color as you briskly walked towards the bathroom and hurried into a stall. 

fucking hell. your worst nightmare came true. 

you were on your period, and you didn’t have a pad. 

the toilet paper on the side of the stall was empty on all stalls. it felt like the gods were punishing you for something that you weren’t even aware of. 

you looked at your watch. five more minutes until break time. then, you can maybe ask a girl from your class for a pad. 

five more minutes.

just five more minutes…

where the fuck are they?!

ten minutes passed and no one seemed to find the urge to use the comfort room. you swore you heard the bell ring around five minutes ago, but the hallway where the comfort room was is still quiet. too quiet.  

where the hell are the people?! you sighed. not knowing what to do. 

“ne, ne, ken-chin. we should get dorayaki after school!” you hear a voice chirp up and you immediately poke your head out the door, only realizing after that it was a male’s voice and you’d rather die than accept help from a man. 

you froze once you realized that the voice belonged to sano manjiro and you were now eye to eye with him as he stopped in front of the restroom door and tilted his head to the side in confusion. you wanted to ask what was wrong with him but you looked like a deer in headlights and he’s probably the one asking you that instead. 

“eh?” mikey asked in confusion, you slammed the door in front of him and planted your back against it, as if shielding yourself from him. you silently counted for a few seconds, counting until a hundred before you opened the door once more, hoping to not see the delinquent.

“what’s wrong with you.” you yelped, once you peaked your head out and saw that sano manjiro was still outside, but his right hand man was nowhere in sight.

“nothing.” you answered, still holding the door for dear life, not wanting to entertain the delinquent further. 

“it’s not nothing if you’re being weird in the comfort room.” a gasp escapes the blonde, a mischievous look overtook his features. you didn’t like where this was going.

“you need to shit, don’t you?” “what the fuck?!” you couldn’t help but say out loud, the laugh that escaped the gang leader’s lips.

“it’s fine (n/n)-chin, everyone needs to take a shit, i even took one before going to school.” you winced at the literal filth that came out of his mouth

“i don’t need to do that, sano-kun.” you say in a loud whisper, then sighed internally, there was only 10 minutes left for break time and sano manjiro was probably your last saving grace. 

“can you… call for a girl to come here?” mikey blinked his big black eyes in confusion at the sudden change in tone. “eh? why?” 

“just please.” you say in a quiet voice, wanting to get the situation over with. mikey looked at you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were formed into a pout as he tried to decipher what was wrong with you before he gasped once more, his eyes lit up and a smile replaced the pout. 

“you need that don’t you?” that? your face portrayed a look of confusion and mikey reached into his pocket, searching for whatever that is. 

“my sister always needs this for some reason, and—” he pushes a safety pin on your hand “here!” you looked at the safety pin then back at mikey who looked back at you with a grin on his face. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” you asked, looking back at the shining metal cautiously. 

“it’s to fix your skirt, right?” “what?” “your skirt is probably too loose, right? that’s why you’re so panicked?” 

“huh?” “am i wrong?” 

“yes!” “then what’s your problem?”

“it’s uh…just… please get a girl, i need help from a girl.” 

“eh? aren’t you being a little too sexis–” you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as a cramp made its appearance. “are you okay?” mikey cut himself off, asking worriedly. 

“just get a girl, please!” you yell, having enough of the exchange

“uh, on it! i’ll be right back in two minutes!” then he was off. he ran to the other side of the hallway, stopping by the corner just to give you a cheeky wave. you rolled your eyes but trusted his words. 

true enough, after two minutes you hear two pairs of footsteps get louder as they approach the door. 

you expected to hear the boisterous sound of mikey’s voice but was pleasantly surprised once you heard a soft knock on the door. 

“may i come in?” her voice was soft, gentle, and maybe even comforting. you let her in and you can see her short stature enter the restroom. 

“mikey said you were having –air quote– weird girl problems” you rolled your eyes for the nth time. 

“yeah uh… i forgot to bring a pad…” you mutter and emma nods understandingly before she pulls out her sanitary kit. 

“take whatever you need, my name is emma by the way!” you nodded and rummaged through her kit. you pulled out what you needed and gave emma an embarrassed smile. 

"the name's (y/n)... uh, thank you so, so much." you repeat before emma just smiles and gestures you towards the stall. 

you cleaned yourself up and felt relief as you finally stopped feeling conscious.

you exited the stall and emma was standing there, washing her hands, she perked up once she saw you through the mirror. 

“are you feeling better now?” you smiled back and nodded, “yeah, thank you so much! how could i repay you?” emma giggles and waves her hand in dismissal. 

“it’s no worries. promise!” she reassures you. “ah, i have to get back to my classes, but it was really nice meeting you, (y/n).” she waves as she leaves the restroom. 

you splashed water on your face, fixing your hair before you sighed, mentally scolding yourself for being so unprepared . 

you pushed the door opened, not expecting to see the blonde delinquent waiting for you as he leaned back against the wall. 

“oh, there you are! are you okay now, (n/n)-chin?” you nod, a bit confused as to what mikey was still doing there, he pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked over to you with a smile. 

“i’ll escort you to class.” eh? “you don’t have to.” mikey shakes his head. “i want to, uh…” mikey looks away, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“emma told me what happened, i didn’t know it was your–” he coughs in embarrassment. “...shark week.”

you stifle a laugh. shark week, really? you wanted to tease him more but stopped yourself to not further his embarrassment. 

though you couldn't understand why was he the one embarrassed. 

"it's fine, sano-kun." mikey shakes his head before he pulls you toward the hallway leading to your classroom. 

"well uh… see you around, sano-kun." you bow slightly. "thank you for helping me with this, as embarrassing as it is.” 

“don’t worry about it, (n/n)-chin, and i didn’t really do anything… whatever, it’s fine. i’ll– uh… see you around!” mikey says, not giving you a moment before he runs away, waving as he turns the corner. 

you didn’t realize that you were smiling as you watched him go.

you didn’t hear from the gang leader for a while, well— he hasn’t really showed up to school in a few weeks and you didn’t really expect him to. it has been almost a month since your encounter by the restroom and he has made no move since then. 

not that you’d expect him to but it was weird that you never saw him again since that day. 

opening up your phone, you cursed once you opened the tracker on your phone and realized that you were about to have your period, but thankfully. you were prepared this time. 

the day ends with you sighing as you pack up your things and stood up from your desk, waving your friends off before heading out the room. 

“(n/n)-chin!” you hear someone yell and his voice was very familiar, a high pitched tone but instead of it sounding annoying, you welcomed the sound as you turned around. 

“oh, sano-kun, good afternoon.” you bow your head in greeting. mikey smiles at you as he walks alongside with you. 

“how’ve you been, i haven’t seen you in a while.” you asked, mikey shakes his head. “i’ve been okay, uh…” mikey moved his arm and you can vaguely hear the rustles of the plastic bag from the convenience store that he held. 

“oh, this is uh… for you.”  mikey handed you the black plastic bag, you looked at him confusedly. 

“uh…” you tilt your head to the side in confusion. mikey coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks. “it’s uh— things for your…cough lady needs—” 

you open the bag to see a few pad and tampon brands, chocolate, candy, even a few teabags. a folded note was also found tucked into the bag but before you could get it, the bag was shut close by mikey, who wasn’t looking at you. 

“open it when you’re at home, geez.” you looked at him with a raised brow before nodding. 

“oh…kay.” you smiled softly at the blonde before thanking him once more. 

“thank you, sano-kun…” “just call me mikey.” “okay, mikey.” the aforementioned smiles before nodding. 

“mikey!” you hear a deep voice yell, the both of you turned towards the voice and you could see his right hand man –draken, walking towards the both of you.

“we have to get to the shrine, the rest of the guys are already there.” draken stops in front of the leader then looks at you before taking another look. 

“holy shit, mikey. you didn’t tell me you were with her.” draken laughs. “you didn’t tell me you were with your little girlfriend.” mikey’s face exploded with red as he sputtered out in denial. 

“draken, fuck off. you go on right ahead. i’ll follow after.” draken laughs before he nods, still laughing at his leader as he walks away. 

“what was that about?” mikey shakes his head. “nothing, you don’t need to worry about, (n/n)-chin. i have to go.” you nod, smiling at him once more. 

“thank you again for this, mikey-kun!” mikey smiles a bit at your words as he walks away, when he was about to leave the school gates, he turns back at you. 

“(n/n)-chin, don’t let anyone else see the note, okay?” you were confused but remembered about the note he stopped you from reading. 

“okay!” you yell back, mikey beamed before he walks over to his motorbike and revs it up, waving at you as he rides away. 

you head home with no other agenda, plucking out a chocolate bar from the bag. 

the paper scraped against the back of your hand and you gasp in realization that you haven’t read it yet. with that, you took the paper from the bag. you scoffed playfully once you see that the paper was slightly crumpled and had a few erasures, but the message still managed to make you smile.

‘hi (n/n)-chan! i don’t know how to tell you in person but i like you. uh i hope these make your shark week more tolerable and if you’re free… here’s my number, we should talk sometime. xxx-xxxx-xxx 

ps: i didn’t know what to get so i asked emma for help.

—mikey’

you could feel your face flush at the letter and the next thing toman knows is that their leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and took out his phone. 

the next thing draken knows is that his left arm was stung from the impact of mikey’s unexpected punch. 

“the fuck’s your problem?” draken hissed as he rubbed his now bruised arm. 

“she messaged.”

the rest of the toman meeting was spent with the captains hyping mikey up and helping him in drafting his response to your ‘hey.’

notes: toman huddled up together with mikey's phone in between because they're discussing what to reply to "hey" is such a thought.

Lilia wondered if you knew what it meant to be loved by a fae. Did you truly?

To be loved by a fae meant to be worshipped.

To be loved beyond eternity.

To have lasting memories that would never fade.

To be found in all lifetimes until the end of eternity.

Silver and Sebek knew, having grown with faes and learning their culture.

Silver, even as a human, had learned and readily accepted it but he grew with such knowledge.

Sebek had grown knowing such from his mother and grandfather, even his father knew what it meant to be loved by a fae and willingly accepted it.

Lilia watched as you dozed on Malleus’ lap, the prince stroking your hair with a loving gaze upon you.

You, who were loved and cherished by him and Malleus, two powerful faes who made nations tremble at their power.

Lilia knelt by your side, kissing your forehead. His own blessing mixing with Malleus’s, marking you theirs.

Lilia knew that in time you would realized what it meant to be loved by them, maybe you already had.

After all, you loved so gently yet passionately. You loved with your entire self. It was only proper for that love to be returned just as intensely.

He knew you would never come to danger, not with them protecting you: the Dragon and the General of Briar Valley.

You were also protected by the Knights of the Future King of Briar Valley, both of whom considered you family.

You were loved and cherished, and will continue to be so by all you have come to know and will know.

And of course, especially by them.

Tagging @masquerade-of-misery my fellow comrade of this ot3 🫶💚

We all know how touch starved Knives is but what if his s/o was also touch starved to the point of clinging on to him like a kola or a backpack. Just thought it may be funny that he's just acts like it's just the norm walking around with his s/o hanging off him.

Touch-starved Knives? I'm already there. I'm in the theater, Anon. I've got my popcorn and my large drink and I'm ready.

This idea was so cute to me I decided to write you some little imagines and a bite-sized ficlet, too! Hope you enjoy!

Millions Knives x Reader: Touchy

Content Warnings: None again, just tooth-rotting fluff. Doesn't have any specific Knives incarnation in mind, since they're all ever-so untouched and in need of touching.

First off, don't expect him to outright admit anything, ever. Knives is very much a "if I don't think about it, it'll go away" kind of guy. So there's no way he'll ever come up to you and be like hey, guess who didn't get enough skin-to-skin contact as a growing youth, this guyyyy. But do expect him to start getting clingy once he realizes he can.

It's like getting your first taste of your new favorite food. Now that you've had it, you can't get enough. Suddenly he's pressing his hand up to yours while standing next to you (not handholding, he tried this once and got overwhelmed and had to go bite something for a while). Or he's hovering behind you, resting his head on yours. Or he's laying next to you, tracing patterns across your arm/shoulder/back/whatever's available and allowed to be touched.

It's one thing if you're fine with touch. But if you're touch-starved like him, on the other hand? You're trying to sap that same affection from him. Since he's quick to overwhelm (as previously stated) it can be hard at times, but he slowly, surely, gets used to the sensations of pressure and touch that aren't violent or painful, just kind and pleasurable.

So, the touch becomes more constant, more level, more in-tune with each other. It starts feeling very natural. And that natural-ness feels great.

Hugs. So many hugs. That feeling of pressure between the two of you is relaxing and reassuring. (Also you totally get pressed into those "airbags" of his if you know what I mean.) He's so precise with his movements that he can hold you at the exact tightness that makes you feel the best. Who needs a weighted blanket when you have the Compression Boyfriend?

Koala backpacking? Absolutely. 100%. Crawl all over this man. Crawl up him like a vine. He's so used to it by now, he just lets it happen, even in the middle of work. Sometimes he'll pretend you're not there, just for the giggles. Completely straight-faced, but makes you laugh like mad.

If this is Stampede Knives we're specifically talking about (though I personally think the other Knives do this too) then you get to sit next to him, or even on his lap, while he's at the piano. No naughty business--just being close to each other while he plays the keys. Or maybe he'll ghost his hands over yours and show you how to play/follow your playing, if you already know how.

Alright, a little ficlet below the cut just for you.

"...My liege."

"What?"

Legato frowned at the sight before him. There was important business to be done, and here Master Knives was, fooling around. Letting you, the human he'd bonded with, crawl all over him like an insect.

"If nothing's amiss, Legato, then let's get to work." Knives huffed and picked up the paperwork from the table.

You shifted around slightly on his back, head resting on his shoulder, watching as he shuffled through the papers. This was one of your little games with him--you'd hang out on his back, literally, and he'd pretend you weren't there. He didn't care about the game, really, but it made you laugh. And if it made you laugh (one of his favorite sounds, if he had any), it was worth it.

"...Master Knives."

"Spit it out."

"Get that human off your back."

Knives growled. "That human has a name, you know. Besides, there's no human on my back."

You stifled a laugh as you looked at Legato, mouth twisting downwards in a frown.

"Yes, there is." Legato pointed. "They're right there!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Knives shook his head, then turned around to procure some more files from a shelf. As he turned, you looked back to Legato and stuck your tongue out at him.

"You arrogant little--"

"Legato," Knives grunted. "If you mean to insult me, I'll gladly slice you open."

Legato fumed, then finally spoke again. "Not at all, my liege."

"Good." Knives leaned over to rub his head against yours for just a moment, then returned towards Legato. "Then, let's get to work."

End Notes: I have a soft spot for Knives. And a soft spot for Knives learning to love, well, love. This is also dedicated to my friend who lets me shout about Knives at them. You're the best, K!

IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE?

Characters — Sanzu, Ran, Rindou

CW: Violence

SANZU

Now who in their right mind would dare to ask Sanzu this

He was indeed taken back by the boldness of the man who foolishly attempted to cross a line that he wasn't aware of

Takes a moment to glare at the person from top to bottom as the switches in his brain began to decide on what end the idiot deserves

Although the lingering pair of eyes weren't set on him, Sanzu could feel it prickling right under his skin. The meeting between Bonten and a business partner was dragging on for far too long. It never bothered him before, but it just so happened that he brought you along with him today. And because of the nature of his position, Sanzu had to be by Mikey's side and not yours. There you were standing oh so innocently in the corner, unaware of the filthy looks the businessman was giving you.

He grimaced, clearly not coating his annoyance well as the bearded man looks over at him, raising a brow.

"What's with the long face. The shipment is successful, we're bound to score a good one" His voice boomed. "Speaking of a good score," the man snickered, eyes landing on you once again.

Sanzu could feel a vein pop. Stay calm, stay calm. Mikey is here. This is work. He quickly glance over at his boss, it was evident that he too could pick up on the situation. Mikey changed the subject, earning him a confused look on the man's face as he once again failed to read the room.

"As i was saying. That chick you got over there. What's her business?" he pointed directly at you. "She got a boyfriend or something?"

There was a stiffening silence in the room that everyone felt. As if on cue, all eyes fell on Sanzu, who is now seconds away from slicing the man with his katana. "I asked if she is single. Is your girlfriend is single?" The idiot continues to taunt.

"Hey. You. Don't cross the line" Kokonoi spoke up.

A booming laughter erupted the room.

"My apologies. That bitch is one of yours?" The man laughs, eyes still glued on your figure. "You got a good one. How about you let me have a go at her in exchange of another de–"

A horrifying wail left him before he could finish the sentence as you witness the hand that was used to point at you, fall off in one swift cut. Polished marble floor now tainted in crimson red, the man immediately fell off his seat as he writhed in pain. His screams filling up the quiet room.

Sanzu jumped, landing on the table that was between Mikey and the idiot who is about to lose his life. His katana barely two inches away from the man's eyes, as he watched him desperately cling onto his handless arm, face contorting from the pain. He choked out a desperate cry, trying to find any sort of aid. But no one made a move. Nobody dared to go in between him and the pink-haired criminal. They all stared down at him with stoic eyes, as if everything that is happening was expected.

"Help.. P-Please..."

"Should i gauge out your eyes or sew your mouth shut? I've been itching to do this the minute you laid your pathetic eyes on what's mine." Sanzu's voice came out as sharp as his blade, his tone laced with venom as satisfaction plastered across his face.

You could see the man turn cold and eyes widen from realization. He shouldn't have underestimated these men, he shouldn't have walked into a tiger's den unprepared, and he shouldn't have toyed with something that wasn't his.

RAN

Commonly known for his calm facade, Ran prefers to keep his cool. However he could feel the impact of the question sending triggers right to his nerves. His stare remains impassive, now slightly unamused, but inside he knew his blood was boiling.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, of course, but he doesn't like how bluntly straightforward his co-worker was.

It was absurd for anyone to think that they have a chance with you. You are his and his alone.

He thought that it would be okay. To bring you along to one of Bonten's business parties since you have always loved going out with your boyfriend. You are fully aware this isn't an ordinary get together, it is with your boyfriend and his group of very dangerous colleagues. But you didn't mind, because when Ran is around you are sure nothing could go wrong. He always had things under control.

So there you were dolled up from head to toe. Even someone as cocky as Ran Haitani grew nervous after seeing how perfect you look in the silk dress. The hunch was proven right the minute his colleagues started showing up. It was their first time meeting you and the hungry eyes couldn't drink up enough of the person in front of them.

After a few drinks the atmosphere in the room became friendlier, you were enjoying the champagne as you made small talk to a man with bright pink hair, who conveniently sat on the sofa right next to yours.

Though he was still conversing with someone else, you could feel the shift in Ran's mood as he presses your body closer to his, fingers squeezing your sides ever so slightly.

"Yo Haitani. Give us a little space would ya. You brought a whole princess along and don't wanna share?" The man in pink suddenly spoke. Your eyes immediately shot wide open, shocked at the bold statement.

Even under the dimly lit lights you could see your boyfriend's eye twitch. Ran was always calm, his attitude, face, and expression goes in perfect harmony together as someone who is well composed. But this was different. No one has ever dared to cross his line, yet the pink-haired man didn't hesitate. Ran knew him too well, a man who he wanted to keep as far away from you as possible.

"Sanzu, a smart man like you should know your own place."

Sanzu's shrill laugh suddenly filled the room, making you flinch from his unexpected reaction. "For you to get this protective. But i understand." He chuckled, eyes flickering to your face. "So that's your lady ay? Is she single?"

And the switch in him flipped. His gun immediately drawn out, pressing directly at Sanzu's temple, threatening to but a bullet through him. The usual unfazed demeanor on Ran was no longer visible, replaced by an icy glare that made the hairs stand behind your neck.

"Keep blabbering about what's mine one more time and it will be the last thing you say."

RINDOU

Protective boyfriend Rin.

Rindou gets jealous easily. Yes, he might be mean to you (lovingly) but if anyone ever tries to get close to his girl the younger Haitani will not hesitate to bring them down, literally.

He is aware of how gorgeous you are, and how the gazes from his friends, colleagues, and even brother ahem Ran what are you doing at you always linger a tad bit longer than they are supposed to.

It was his mistake to leave you alone at Bonten's hideout. How stupid of him to even bring you here in the first place. The two of you were on a date before it got interrupted by the sudden call of his boss. It was an emergency meeting that left him no choice but to postpone the date, which explains why you were dragged along.

His boss has called him into a private meeting room, and Rindou promised that it would only take a while. So you listened and stayed put, because what other choices do you have? Your knees weirdly jumpy as you nervously waited for him. This wasn't how you expected your date to go, but his job was inevitable and you love your boyfriend so it didn't matter.

A sound coming from the door startled your train of thoughts and you immediately turn to look for him, but instead met the gaze of a man with silver hair. You could see the corner of his lips twitching up, curling into a sleazy smile, "And who might this pretty one be?" he asked.

Just before you could answer another person came through the door, and to your disappointment it wasn't the Haitani you wanted to see. "Oh hey sweetcheeks, didn't expect to see you here." Ran Haitani, Rindou's older half, greeted you with the same lazy look in his eyes that makes you shift uncomfortably.

"Hey Ran" you answered meekly.

"So the two of you know each other. Is she single?" The silver-haired man asked, eyeing you up and down.

As if your prayers were answered, out of the door came Rindou. It only took him one look to know what was happening. He glared at his brother, then at the other man.

"Hey Rin, is your girlfriend single?" His brother mocked, laughing at his own question.

He blinked a few times before his face twisted in clear annoyance and anger. It was seeping through him as he quickly approach your confused self. Rindou wasted no time to capture your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss which earned him a yelp of surprise from you. Pulling away from the kiss, he stroked your cheeks and gave a soft look of reassurance.

He then turned to the two men who were still watching, shooting them a warning glare. Though the cockiness in him quickly took over as his scowl expression turned smug. "No. We fucked last night"

lover’s oath [millions knives | naï]

summary: knives finds you and everything has changed. word count: 1.2k warnings: side character death, mc is an abuse victim, general blood/violence, not quite fluff not quite angst but a secret third thing, minor biblical imagery/references. a/n: this is mostly a character study bcus i’m not sure how to write knives but i desperately want to kiss him. lmk what you all think!

The day you heard Knives play the piano was the day you finally believed in God.

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