Jelp

Jelp

can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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stardance - prince!sae x knight!reader

a fic for a trade with the lovely @saenora <33

cw: 2.5k words, gn!reader, hurt comfort, sae is pretty rude (to reader), mild descriptions of violence, there's a failed assassination but no blood or serious injury

When the palace walls and king’s carriages proved at last too confining for the eldest prince of the Itoshi family, Sae was assigned a knight of his own. A soldier to fend off the creatures of the forests; to discourage burglars with a glare and blade; to guard a door in a palace so thoroughly guarded that at times even visitors struggled to enter. In his mind, his guard was an excessive layer of protection for an already coddled son, another attempt to shelter him from the kingdom he would one day come to rule.

But mostly, his guard was a nuisance. 

“With all due respect, your highness, just how long do you plan to look through these historical tomes that - if I may remind you - your father’s library already has.”

At the mere sound of your voice, he stopped flipping through the large volume in front of him. It wasn’t the one he wanted anyways, and neither were the twenty others the bookshop owner had presented him with. An honor to help the prince with his studies? Hah. If only the fools had what I needed. With a frustrated sigh, he motioned to leave in search of yet another shop.

“I’ll look until one of these shops has what I need.” He hardly looked back as he began making his way to the next bookstore. Technically, he was supposed to let you walk in front, parting the crowds around their crown, but in the near-empty twilight streets, he set a pace brisk enough to discourage anyone wishing to follow him, his guard included. For a moment, as the stars began to rise, he could forget.

Though peace of mind could never never last long. “Your Highness, it’s too late for you to be out. You know as well as I do that your father doesn’t like you being out in the city late, especially not on some wild goose chase for a history book that might not even exist.”

Sae knew that he should be returning to the palace. But in those grand halls, he couldn’t forget, not even for a moment. It was always someone or someone else pestering about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about. Courtship. Parties. Foreign gossip. Meaningless awards. Petty disputes between lords. His brother. His blasted annoying guard.

“Really, your highness, what even is it that you’re looking for?” You continued, beginning to get impatient. “Primary sources from the Cretaceous period? Because, I hate to break it to you, but crabs can’t write.” 

Against his better judgment, Sae nearly chuckled at that remark. Nearly. 

At this point, you didn’t know if Sae genuinely hated you or if his tendency towards bitter words was an overdramatized facade. Though whichever it was, it was slowly slipping further toward loathing as you urged him out of the library. It was a war of his stubbornness against your orders, and though the king’s own word should always win, it never seemed to.

Worn down by tiredness and the convoluted organization of his father’s library, Sae snapped. Once more you tried to convince him to leave and he turned sharply to face you, eyes darkened. Whatever curious stars had once been behind them had died out, leaving only the aquamarine void.

“Just leave me.” 

So this is how he’s playing this. You pulled out his chair, a not-so-subtle sign that it was time to leave, regardless of what he thought. “Your Highness, I’m strictly forbidden from leaving you. I’ll escort you to your room now.”

“I’ll get to my room on my own,” He muttered, waving you off, “One of the sentries can take me if they see me.”

“Sae. You’ve had a long night, it’s time for you to sleep. You can find your books on a clear head in the morning.” There was a certain firmness in your voice this time - you weren’t about to let him ignore you, regardless of the fact that he was above you in rank and had no obligation to listen to you.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What, your name? I don’t answer to you, I’ll call you whatever I like.”

“I outrank you, remember. I don’t care if my father ordered you to make me rest, you answer to me, not him.” He refused to turn to you, gripping white-knuckled on the arms of his chair. If he squeezed them any harder, they might break. A normal soldier would stop provoking him now - you should stop provoking him now - but there was no point in shoving the frustration down any further. Sae was insolent, stubborn, lived on his own time, and wouldn’t take care of himself. But you would protect him. You swore so on your life and honor.  

“They’re not his orders.”

“Then whose are they?” He seethed, turning to look you in the eyes. Though he couldn’t see your face in the dim light, Sae was sure you were grinning smugly, taking some sick satisfaction in watching him snap. 

“Mine.” You stated plainly.

“Blasted nuisance,” Sae huffed, “You have no authority to give yourself orders. Leave.”

Suddenly he found himself being pulled by the arm, yanked up and out of his chair by a uniformed hand. Electricity prickled down his spine as he was forced to his feet. “I have plenty of authority to care about you and want you to take care of yourself because I know you wouldn’t otherwise. With that said, I will be escorting you to your room.”

Without sparing even a moment, you began pulling Sae toward the door. Your grip was far from rough - he could escape easily if he felt like it - but he saw no reason to struggle. He had hardly noticed the fatigue seeping into his body, sapping his strength as the night grew late.

Sae’s knight was an inevitability. A constant. Guaranteed to be somewhere in the vicinity, be it hovering at his shoulder or stationed at a doorway just out of sight. Even as he reclined in his barely lit sitting room, there was no mistaking the uniformed figure lurking in the shadows near the tightly bolted door.

“Aren’t I safe enough in here? You can leave,” He waved you off halfheartedly, “Get some of that sleep you’ve been hounding me incessantly about.”

Your laugh floated over from the dark corner. At least someone had the energy for humor at this hour. “Believe me, if I weren’t under direct orders to stay here until Kento comes to replace me, I’d be comfortably cuddled up in my bed. Like you should be right now.”

With a sigh, Sae stood from his reading chair and made his way to his bed. He was hardly tired, but pretending to sleep would at least give you peace of mind. The last thing he needed was yet another person overly concerned about his safety, especially not one who was only concerned because it was their job.

Or was it? 

I have plenty of authority to care about you. 

Your words echoed in his mind. That hadn’t been on his father’s orders – none of the insistence that Sae cared for himself had been. It was, startlingly, the first time that concern for his safety had extended past duels and burglars and-

“ASSASSIN!!!”

Sae turned his head sharply, watching as a badly illuminated figure entered his room from the moonlit balcony, empty glass bottle in hand. His heart stopped in his chest. His feet wouldn’t move. He urged himself to run, to make his way to safety, to make his way toward you. The most he could do was turn and watch you as you charged.

The assassin stepped up behind him. The bottle came crashing down.

The last thing he registered was you running toward him, sword drawn, radiant like starlight incarnate.

“Good morning, your highness. How’d you sleep?”

Of course, the first thing Sae would hear after coming to consciousness would be his knight’s voice. Classic.

“What… what happened?” At some point, he’d been moved from the floor to his bed, and the lack of light from outdoors meant it was still night. The only people in the room, as far as he could tell, were him and the knight.

The knight chuckled. Someone ought to teach them that assassination is not a laughing matter.

“Well, some fool managed to climb up your balcony and hit you over the head with an empty liquor bottle. He got you pretty good, but at least you didn’t get cut by the glass shards. The doc said you’ll be fine in a day or two.” Somewhere across the room, your uniform rustled as you stood to leave, satisfied to know that Sae was alright. “Well, I’ll be going now. Kento, Miroku, and Tatsuki are outside if you need anything, but I’ll hopefully be back before you wake up. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

As Sae watched you retreat, he felt the sudden urge to reach out toward you; to thank you for saving his life yet again; to savor your company just a little longer. All that escaped his lips was a croaked, “Don’t-”

“Huh?” You turned, “Don’t what? You’ve gotta be specific if you’re giving me orders.”

Struggling for words, Sae sputtered, not entirely sure what he wanted. Don’t hate me? Don’t abandon me? Don’t resign from your post and never return?  “Leave.”

You sighed, turning back again. “Being evasive, I see. Good to know you’re back to normal. Goodnight, your highness.”

“Wait- No- Don’t leave. Stay. Please.” Sae didn’t realize, but he was reaching toward you with his hand as if trying to pull you back toward him. But of course, you were across the room, and  his fingers couldn’t find purchase.

“Your Highness, you’ll be perfectly safe, I promise. There are two guards outside and one on the balcony… I can tell Kento to come inside if that would make you feel safer.” It pained Sae how you didn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke – you hardly turned to face him. But that was about the treatment he deserved, considering how he had treated you, pushing you away and still expecting you to save his life.

“It’s not- Stay, Y/n, please. I- It’s nice. Having you around.” He begged, voice breaking. He cursed himself for sounding so foolish, so unnecessarily vulnerable. You were his guard, nothing more.

Oh, how he wished it was more.

“Oh. I guess… I guess I could stay,” You murmur, striding back toward him, “For what it’s worth, you’re not half-bad of a guy to guard. Following you around all day is pretty fun… even when you’re mad at me.”

Sae groaned, wanting nothing more than to hide under his bedsheets. Half the time when he snapped at you it was just to provoke a clever quip or witty insult from you who never seemed to care, and the other half the time, when he stepped too far, his stubbornness left the apologies aching in his chest.

“I’m not mad. Not usually,” He muttered, not entirely sure if you could hear or not. Sae assumed not, from the way you settled into one of his sitting chairs, leaning your sword belt against the arm. 

No, don’t sit there- The words were on the tip of his tongue, but you spoke first.

“I’ll sit here as long as you want, but you should get to sleep. Let me know if you need anything, alright? I’ll do my best to not doze off.”

“There is one thing,” Sae said, internally shuddering at how foolish his request seemed. But it was you, and you wouldn’t make fun of it… right?

You chuckled. “Spit it out before I fall asleep. This chair is ridiculously comfortable.”

“Come sleep with me. Propriety be damned.”

You looked at him incredulously, not believing the words that exited his mouth. A sentence you had long given up on hearing. But the response that forms bypasses that yearning entirely.

“Aww, does His Royal Grumpiness get cuddly when he’s concussed?”

He sighed and scowled – though the snarky reply made his heart skip a beat. “Shut it, Y/n. I’m serious. I’d like to be close to you.”

“As you wish, Sae,” You smiled, taking off your uniform coat and discarding it on the same chair that your sword leaned against. Sae watched you intensely as you removed your shoes and climbed into the soft, powder blue sheets. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, drinking in the warmth of your skin. 

If only for a night, you could be his. You were his. And he was yours. By the witness of the stars. His troubled soul was held in the comfort of another, melting into the tenderness of an embrace outside of the reach of prying eyes. For the first time in far too long, the tension left the prince’s muscles, eased out by the soft breathing of his knight, his friend, his beloved.

In the silent depths of night, sweet words were whispered in dulcet tones. 

“I love you.”

Bonus: Two Weeks Later

Exactly two weeks after the ridiculous attempt on Prince Sae’s life, Aiku – Captain of the King’s Guard and your somewhat-direct superior – summoned you into his office.

Not pleased to be away from your job for too long, you intended to make this quick.

“Let me guess, you need help training new recruits? Because if that’s what you want, I can’t do it. I’m with Sae full time now,” You said, standing in the doorway. Aiku looked at you from where he leaned against his desk, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Familiar with His Royal Highness, are you?” The Captain asked, smirking, “Well, therein lies the problem.” 

You furrowed your brow, not entirely understanding what he meant. “And how is that an issue? You’re plenty familiar with His Majesty the King, why should I not be the same with the man I guard?”

“It’s not quite the same. Rumors are spreading, you know, and if things continue like this then you might be reassigned.” 

“Really? Why? I keep Sae perfectly safe, no?” Captain Aiku stepped toward you, straightened posture making him seem unnervingly tall. He lowered his voice, as if worried someone would overhear. “Listen, Y/n. Let me put it this way: If the king catches you and his son making bedroom eyes at each other one more time he will replace you. The rest of us on the guard don’t exactly appreciate it either.”

Suddenly a gentle wrapped around your waist, the newcomer’s chest pressed comfortingly against your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Sae had come to intervene, tugging you gently away from the Captain.

“Sorry to interrupt, Captain, but I will look at my knight however I please. If my father chooses to reassign Y/n, I will deal with him myself.”

i'm such a sucker for royalty au

The amount of times that I had to close my phone and scream...

➢ fake it ‘til we make it

pairing: yoichi isagi x gn!reader

summary: your failed confession somehow leads to you fake dating your classmate, yoichi isagi. pre-blue lock

word count: 3.3K

notes from lee: for misha & tired bc i saw them live-blogging abt their bllk manga reading. also i feel so bad for rin, bc i claim he’s my #1 but i write a drabble and fic about his 2 enemies (sae and isagi), he’s gonna make me #3 enemy fr

You were so sure that he would have accepted your feelings. Your body is hot with embarrassment and the gaze of everyone in the hallway. You feel absolutely idiotic right now, bent over holding out a confession letter even after he’s left.

You stand up despite wanting to curl into a ball on the floor and reflexively brush yourself off. You’re in shock and know you can’t cry, not in front of all these people. But the whispers from those who had witnessed your failed confession reach your ears, and you think maybe you will cry in front of them.

You turn to leave, the bell will ring soon, but someone is calling your name loud enough for the hallway to turn their heads. “Hey! (Y/n)!” He’s out of breath and heaving, having run through the crowded hallway to reach you. The ravenette grasps your hands and declares loudly, “I love you! Please go out with me!”

You look down at your hands enveloped in his and then up to his expectant stare with wide eyes. You recognize him. He’s in your class, Yoichi Isagi. Was he really interested in you? He whispers to you, “I’m trying to help you out. Just say yes.”

With a gasp, you seem to put the puzzle pieces together. Isagi is helping you save face. You smile, albeit warily, and respond, “Thank you, Isagi. I’m really flattered that you made such a declaration. I can’t say I return your sentiments, but I’m willing to try.”

He beams, glad that you took his help. “After class, I’ll take you to my favorite place, so please wait for me!” He replies loudly, so everyone can hear once again. You’re still shocked and confused but nod fervently to play along in his scheme.

Isagi walks you to your shared class and pulls out your chair at your desk for you. He tilts his head and gives you a close-eyed smile before he heads to his seat behind yours. As soon as he’s seated, you have people swarming your desk, all asking about your very eventful morning. The bell rings and silences their questions. You give them a brief smile and a helpless shrug as the teacher walks in.

Lunch doesn’t come soon enough. Your classmates are starting to crowd your desk again. Isagi pushes through all of them, grabs your hand, and rushes out of the room with you in tow. You glance back to the door and see your classmates poking their heads out of the doorframe in an attempt to see where Isagi is taking you. He leads you to a staircase at the backside of the building, where only a few people are around.

He lets go of your hand and apologizes, “I’m so sorry. I grabbed your hand without thinking, but you looked uncomfortable earlier. Everyone asked about your morning, and they were going to just now, so I figured this would be better…” The soccer player looks away and blushes while reaching to scratch at his neck nervously.

You bite back a smile at how awkwardly adorable he is. “No, I appreciate it, and this morning too. It’s far less embarrassing since you ‘confessed’ to me,” doing the air quote gesture as you say confess. You don’t pay attention as Isagi turns away with a hand to his face to hide his growing blush. His confession may have been sudden, but it was undoubtedly genuine, not that you ever needed to know.

“Now I’m a little bit less of a loser,” you laugh at yourself before continuing, “You really don’t need to follow through with fake dating me. We can pretend to go on one date and then break up publicly.”

Oh. While Yoichi understood, he wanted to fake date you for just a little while. It would be the closest he would get to actually dating you. “It might be a little unrealistic if we break up so soon. After declaring my love for you, maybe 2 weeks is good? Plus, it will make that loser you confessed to look stupid for turning you down.” He can’t look at you in case you refuse his proposal. So he stabs the rolled omelets packed in his lunch.

“If you don’t mind, then I’m okay with that. I just don’t want to be a bother. I know the soccer team has some important games coming up.” You pick at your own lunch, now somehow nervous about him rejecting you after he had been the one to bring it up.

He wants to shout, you would never be a bother. But he composes himself, though hardly. “You should come to the games and practice. I think it would make it really seem like we’re dating.” Upon saying that, he realizes the many other things he’d like to do with you under the guise of dating. He stares blankly at his food as he imagines walking you home while he holds your hand.

You clap your hands, “We have to exchange numbers! Do you have your phone on you?” Isagi shakes his head. He had left his phone beyond to prioritize you and his lunch. You pull out your phone and open it to the contact before handing it over to him. “I’ll text you, so make sure you save my number.”

He enters his number and name before saving it. He hands it back, but he notices your frown. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t think my boyfriend’s contact name should be just his name. Let me rename it.” You’re too focused to notice how he flushes at you calling him boyfriend. Yoichi waits as you tap your phone and then shove it in his face to show him. You’ve saved his name as ‘Yoi <3’, and he can see the text you’ve sent, ‘hi darling, it’s (y/n)! make sure you save my number’. He’s starting to wonder if you’re deliberately trying to kill him by being adorable.

“It’s almost time to go back, right?” Isagi asks you and stands before offering you a hand to get up. He smiles brightly down at you, and the thought crosses your mind that maybe you won’t mind fake dating him.

It’s been maybe two weeks since you started ‘dating’ Yoichi, and you can say that it’s actually pretty fun. You wait for him after your club is done, or he’ll wait for you when he finishes early; his teammates tease him either way. He walks you to the train station and texts you for homework between the jokes he sends.

Today Isagi has another soccer game that places the team closer to Nationals. Even though he was the one that mentioned that you should come at the beginning of the fake dating, he always tells you that you can go home on the days that he has games.

But over the two weeks of watching his practice and the occasional game, you’ve come to like watching his games. You know nothing about soccer, but he answers your questions, taking time to explain everything and anything you want to know.

You don’t shout for him like the first time you came to one of his games (he ran head-on into one of his teammates and got subbed out soon after), and instead, just watch from the cold metal bleachers. Even during the halftime break, you let Yoichi be so he can focus on winning the game. You know he wants to take the team to Nationals. It’s been a frequent topic of discussion over text and after games when he walks you to the station, so you know just how important every game leading up to it is.

You wait for another 45 minutes as the second half plays out. The score has been tied and stays that way for most of the remaining half. You recognize the different strategies Isagi had pointed out during his practice, the triangle formation as he passes to his teammates and makes a run towards the goal. Seeing the ball rolls into the 18-yard box, you move to the edge of your seat. It’s the most promising chance you’ve seen during this second half as Isagi’s teammate notices the run Yoichi made and passes. Almost effortlessly, he’s able to score. The opposing goalkeeper’s vision is blocked by his defenders allowing Yoichi to shoot the ball right into the top corner.

You cheer, and immediately Yoichi’s head whips around to find you. He smiles and waves with both hands over his head before his teammates clamor around him. The team celebrates the goal and resets to fend off the opposing team as the clock ticks down. You’re not overly anxious about the game itself, but you’re itching for it to end so you can go down and congratulate Yoichi on his game-winning goal.

The referee signals the additional time in the match, and you make your way down the bleachers to reach Yoichi as soon as the game is called. The final whistle blows, and your school’s team rushes the field to celebrate being a win closer to Nationals.

You wait on the sideline for him, not in any hurry to break him away from the team. But he finds you, well, he’s been pushed over by his teammates. He’s sweaty, flushed, and heaving, but still, he has the energy to smile widely at you.

You mirror his smile, aware of the many eyes on you. “I think you’re teaching has been paying off because I can tell you did really good! Congrats on the goal too.”

His teammates ‘ooh’ at your words and make kissy sounds around you. Soon Yoichi is being pushed again so that he’s mere inches away from you as the surrounding members of the soccer team start to chant ‘kiss’. Yoichi tries to tell them off, making excuses that he’s sweaty and it would make for a bad first kiss between you two. The team is relentless though, and the few inches that had been granted before are taken away.

You’re pushed into him with no room to push away. Yoichi’s jersey is sticky with sweat, and his hair sticks to his forehead. He whispers a sorry before he places a hand on your face and kisses you.

His teammates go wild at the display of affection and finally break away to yell about Yoichi getting some. Little do they know there was no kiss.

Yoichi places his forehead on yours, noses almost touching, and sighs like he actually did kiss you. He moves the thumb that impeded your kiss to where his other fingers rest on your face. He whispers, “Sorry. I have to go, but wait for me, and I’ll walk you to the station.” He backs away and goes toward the bench to listen to his coach.

You stand, flustered, as you bring your hand to where Yoichi’s hand has been and feel how hot your cheeks are. But more than anything, you’re wishing he hadn’t put his thumb on your lips.

True to his word, Yoichi walks you to the train station like he always does. He carries your bag and offers up his warm-up jacket since it’s dark, ever the gentleman. It’s a bit awkward on the walk to the station, neither of you wants to address the almost-kiss that happened.

But that doesn’t matter when you reach the train station. “I think we should ‘break up’.” He does air quotes around break up, much like you had when talking about his confession. “It’s been 2 weeks now. I think everyone’s forgotten what happened.”

Oh. This is why he didn’t kiss you.

You feel your stomach sink, but if this is what he wanted then you’d do it. “Oh! I didn’t realize it’d been 2 weeks already. If that’s what you want then sure we can end our pretend relationship.”

He doesn’t say anything, but hands you your bag. Before you grab it, you move to take off his jacket. “You can just give it to me tomorrow.” You stare at him, but he can’t meet your gaze. He stretches his arm further so you can take your bag, clearly, he wants to leave.

“Ok.” You take your bag and as soon as he can feel that you have it, he turns and leaves. Your relationship was fake, so why did it hurt so bad when he asked to break up?

You go home, in his jacket, and wait for a text that never comes. Normally, Yoichi texts to make sure you’ve made it home but the screen doesn’t light up no matter how much you stare at it.

Yoichi’s jacket is draped over your desk chair, the sight of it makes you frown. There are lots of questions you have about what happened and why it happened the way it did, but it wasn’t real which somehow makes it so much worse.

You throw the jacket in the wash, so you can return it tomorrow. You check your phone again, but of course, there’s nothing.

Similarly, Yoichi stares at his phone, thumb hovering over the send button. The text he wants to send is a normal one, something he wouldn’t hesitate to send just yesterday.

The worst thing he thinks about him breaking up with you was the time and space you once occupied in the name of keeping up appearances would be void. Just a few hours later and he’s already missing you.

But Yoichi knew that continuing to fake date you was selfish of him. He’s not selfish, even on the field, but he wants to be. But he doesn’t want to keep you from pursuing someone you genuinely liked, that’s not fair. (Even though he hopes it would be him.)

Though the way you seemed surprised when he told you it had been two weeks, the way you had said ‘if that’s what you want’, even hesitating just slightly to take your bag from him, it meant something, right?

He groans and tosses his phone aside, trying to distract himself from overthinking the situation. He did not need to give himself false hopes and delusions that you were upset over this like he was.

It’s the first time in two weeks that nobody greets you at the front gate. Yoichi is usually at the school early for morning practice and even when the team doesn’t he still arrives early to walk you to the shoe locker.

He’s not in his seat when you enter, so you leave a plastic bag with his folded jacket inside on top of his desk. He comes in unusually late, apologizing to the teacher several times and explaining there had been morning practice.

Some small optimistic part of you wants to think that maybe he would have walked you to the shoe locker had his practice not run late, but realistically you know he’s probably ready to run away like he had at the train station yesterday.

You put your head down on the desk and don’t pay attention to the lecturing of the teacher.

You thought that habits took 30 days to form, so why did 2 stupid weeks affect you this much? It’s been 3 days of school now and you find yourself at every turn looking for Isagi.

When it's time for lunch you instinctively look back to find him so you can have lunch together, but he’s already out the door. You try to suppress the automatic urge you have to find Isagi any time there’s a second of free time in your schedule. But still, you somehow find yourself at the metal bleachers of the soccer field once again.

Once you fully register the automatic decisions your body has made you try to leave. It was awkward enough that Isagi made it a fairly obvious point to avoid you. The metal creaks every time you move, but you try moving slowly to avoid detection.

Luck is not on your side as their coach calls for a water break and the whole team turns to face the bleacher you are currently trying to leave. They all recognize you, after your ‘kiss’ they’d be stupid not to, and so they shout their greetings and call out Isagi for making you wait through the practice.

You sit back down and wave, there’s no way you can leave now. And you don’t want to cause Isagi trouble by having his teammates grill him on a nonexistent relationship. So you wait.

The sun begins to set and practice ends. You wait for Yoichi, so things don’t seem amiss to his teammates. He walks with you wordlessly to the train station like it’s a habit for him too. And you end up at the same spot you did just 4 days ago when he decided to ‘break up’ with you.

You want to apologize for making him walk you to the station, but the way he looks in the blazing orange light seems to make your mouth say all the words your mind is thinking. “I miss you. I miss your texts and greeting you in the morning. I miss eating lunch together. I miss being your friend.” As soon as you say it, you know friend is not the right word, but what is?

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but I can’t be friends with you.” He leaves the ‘I want to be so much more’ unsaid.

You immediately jump to question him, “Why? Do you not feel this gaping hole of emptiness too?”

“What?” His eyebrows furrow in either shock or confusion, he certainly couldn’t say.

“I’m constantly feeling like I need you by my side. I look for you every single moment of spare time. I want to be close to you, I want to see you, I want to read your texts, and send you homework answers. I want you, Yoichi.” You take a staggered breath in and your heart beats loud in your ears. Oh, you know what word to use now. “Yoichi, I want you to be my boyfriend, for real this time.”

He stays silent longer than you would like, but you stay hopeful. Looking back at your fake relationship there was no way he didn’t reciprocate. All the things he had suggested in the name of appearances was proof enough for you.

“Really?” Is the only thing he asks. You nod vigorously now that you’ve figured out your feelings. A smile starts to make its way into his face, but he brings up a hand to cover it along with the growing blush. He squats and pumps his fist as he shouts, “Yes!”

You’re a bit shocked at his sudden reaction, but happy he’s reacting in such a positive manner. He stands back up again and places his hand on your shoulders. “Do you know how long I’ve liked you? I mean, god, (Y/n), this is-” He can’t even finish his sentence because he’s laughing and resting his head on your shoulder.

You brush your hand over the back of his head, smoothing over the hair. He holds onto the hand as his head snaps up. He looks at you with a soft expression, one you’re sure he did while you fake dated.

“Can I kiss you?” He gives you a lopsided smile before adding, “For real this time.” No doubt teasing you for earlier.

You roll your eyes and grab the collar of his jacket, pulling him close for you to whisper on his lips, “Kiss me.” And he does.

The next day he walks into school with your hand in his.

Hi, just wanted to send this in! Headcanons for two characters of your choosing plus Chrollo about their reactions after their s/o’s death? Maybe like the grieving process. Bonus points if their death was caused in/directly by them 😈 angst angst angst

Hi, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is quite sad, I think I have two others that might be interesting to write for here

Chrollo, Feitan, Kurapika reactions to their s/o's death (inadvertently caused by them)

Chrollo

He had pushed you too far this time, telling you to go on the mission by yourself since you kept insisting you could do it. How foolish of him to let you go without thinking a certain chain user might be in the way. You hadn't returned after many hours. The mission shouldn't have taken that long, and the rest of the troupe was also agitated

The search started as soon as the sun began to rise. The troupe members scattered throughout the city to see if you were accidentally sleeping somewhere and forgot to come back. However, Chrollo stumbled upon your lifeless body in a rubbish dump. How fitting, you were from Meteor City, a junkyard.

"Y/n, are you sleeping?" He laughed, but as he kept calling out, you weren't responding. Touching your face, he felt his heart stop. You were cold. "Y/n," he breathed out. The sun's rays caress your face as if you were reached by the heavens. But this moment was nothing peaceful inside Chrollo's heart.

The troupe returned and saw Chrollo carrying you. The rest of them asked what had happened, he remained calm however. "We lost another it seems," he says quietly. Though he looks composed, the entire room fills with bloodlust that fades just as quickly as it came. He asks to be left alone and the rest of the spiders oblige.

Chrollo does not show his emotions to others, especially because as a leader he must be strong. But he breaks down, he had failed his role in keeping the spiders, no, you safe. Though revenge is something he wants, at the moment he wants nothing more than for you to hear his apologies of not keeping you safe

Feitan

He knew he was rough, that was why at first he didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, especially someone outside of the troupe. You were just a regular person, you didn't know about anything related to the troupe nor nen, you were fragile. But maybe it was that fragility and that brightness that drew him to you.

This time however, you found out about his business with the troupe. You were upset at him hiding this fact from you, and this sparked a fight between the two of you. Feitan warned you to calm down, but it was really him that should have calmed down because the minute you threatened to let the officials know he quickly aimed his hand for your neck.

Had you been any other nen user or opponent he was used to, you would have survived and maybe had a sore throat for a few months. However, he punctured your neck, causing blood to spill and for you to splurt out a weak "Feitan" before slipping to your knees. Ater a split second he realized what he had just done.

"Y-y/n," it was the first time you had seen any emotion from him. It was fear. His eyes grew wide, he held you up, trying to keep you from falling. You tried tell him sorry, but blood kept spilling everywhere and your words were reduced to nonsense choking. Feitan kept telling you to shut up and that you had to stay alive.

It was an agonizing two minutes before you lost consciousness and eventually stopped breathing. Feitan stood up, not knowing what to do with your body. He was used to cleaning up corpses with what his job demanded, but this time he was lost. The next time the troupe saw him, he was a lot colder than usual. No one knew what had happened, other than that when Phinks asked where Feitan's lover was Feitan gave him a punch but his eyes held sadness more than anger

Kurapika

He shouldn't have prioritized his path of revenge over the lives of people he cared about. Sure, the Kurta seemed to call to him to avenge their deaths, but those that were living were also calling to him to not go down the path of destruction. He should've listened a little harder to those that were still with him in the physical world.

Being someone from Meteor City, someone that was close to the troupe didn't exactly translate to you being sympathetic to the spiders. But an argument got heated, and he lost control. You were trying to get him to stop his fight to hunt for the rest of the Kurta eyes and even the troupe but he thought you didn't understand his pain. Nen was involved soon enough.

Though you tried to fight him, he was skilled. Being Kurta made Kurapika much stronger too even in terms of sheer physical strength. He couldn't use Emperor Time on you, but that didn't stop him from using his chains in general. When you thought he was done with his chains, you rushed to restrain him from continuing his anger but he only grabbed for a nearby pen.

The anger blinded him from seeing what had just happened. The next thing he remembered after you told him that he should stop his revenge was that he had a pen in his hand that was stabbed into your chest. You were coughing violently, eyes wide and brimming with tears. You told him you were sorry and that you should've understood him better. Weakly, you reached up to his face, meeting his red eyes that soon faded back to brown. But you were too weak, your eyes closed and you slumped.

"No," Kurapika breathed out, "No no no no, y/n, y/n don't leave me," he shook you, holding you up and trying to get you to wake up. His actions took someone's life once again, another burden to shoulder. He knew his anger could be deadly, but never did he think it could kill you. How was he to forgive himself any longer when he was already feeling the anguish of his clan? Kurapika cried as he held you, repeating apologies and refusing to let go of you.

This is so bbg im so kilig rn

A Foreign Feeling Called “Love”

pairing: riddle rosehearts x male! reader

cws: homophobia, internalized homophobia

notes: i’m so sorry for disappearing from tumblr for two months i forgot my password. but hey masc presenting riddle stans, here’s some crumbs for you. riddle-centric fic but (Y/N) is in it idk how to explain it. written in second pov in the beginning then third pov in the middle (reader uses he/him). i might make a part 2 where riddle confesses to the reader if anyone wants it

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Riddle always thought he was straight. His mom had always said that she wanted her son to marry “the perfect girl” and would constantly bring this up. He’s never had feelings for girls either, but he simply believed he was a late bloomer in romance. Oh that girl over there is cute? I mean she is, but he’d never imagine dating them.

Riddle’s lack of romantic interest had stayed with him up until he got accepted into NRC. During his first year, specifically the entrance ceremony, someone had caught his eye. That someone was you. Yes you, the person who nearly knocked over the dark mirror. Yes you, the person who dropped their magic pen and fell on top of Riddle. Yes you, the breath of fresh air Riddle needed. It was a funny story really.

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Riddle had been paying no attention to the ceremony before your accident. You had just gotten sorted into Heartslabyul for whatever reason, and nearly knocked over the dark mirror after walking away.

You panicked and held the mirror in place afterwards. Riddle had a look of shock on his face. How could someone be so careless? How could someone be so clumsy? How could someone look so cute when flustered? Wait… cute?

Had something awakened in him? Riddle was twiddling with his thumbs trying to grasp on how he thought you could be- well- cute! And plus, you were a guy. Boys can’t like boys, he’s always been taught this… Those thoughts clouded his mind, but were immediately interrupted with the feeling of falling down and a sudden thud.

On top of him was a red flustered face. Your lips were quivering with embarrassment while your hands were clammy. Your hands and legs trapped him beneath you, like a predator catching it’s prey. Riddle noticed all the details of your face in those 10 seconds.

Your beautiful eyes gave him all the attention he had ever wanted. Your lips were so kissable, he just wanted to comfort you and pepper you with kisses. Your cheeks were oh so red, and he had wanted to touch them and feel the intense heat.

He couldn’t talk though, he was sure his face was more red than yours. Riddle felt his own heat that covered his cheeks. This feeling of embarrassment was different than before. This feeling of thinking, and now seeing this person was so new to him. Such a foreign feeling had a special place in his heart.

“I’m- I’m so sorry! Please forgive me I tripped on my magic pen and didn’t watch where I was going and I tripped and I really didn’t mean to fall on you!” You had explained in a hurry.

You got off of him after you apologized, realizing the whispers amongst the crowd. The snickers you heard, the small teasing. They meant no harm really, they just found this hilarious. Truthfully this woke them up.

Riddle has gotten off of the floor and dusted off his robe. Cheeks still red, he looked at you with annoyance. Yes annoyance, this had to be the feeling he was feeling. Not love, right?

“Please watch where you’re going next time, or else it will be off with your head…” Riddle said while averting eye contact.

You apologized once more and were pulled away from him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I would expect better from a new coming Night Raven College student!” Headmage Crowley had scolded.

(Y/N)… that was his name. Riddle would have to keep it engraved in his memory.

Since then, you’ve always been on his mind. He had you in a few classes and would always get reminded of the time you were on top of him. That mental image of your flustered face never left his mind, no matter how much Riddle tried forgetting it.

And with being in the same dorm as you, he was bound to see you. Sometimes he would see you in the common room studying. Other times he’d see leaving for classes.

You always seemed uncomfortable around him though. That was partially his fault though, he made it seem like he hated you after that. Every time Riddle would walk towards your way, you’d always walk the other way or would be as still as a statue.

He never thought his first year experience would be like this. Riddle was worried that you hated him instead. His feelings for you were so fuzzy, he couldn’t understand it. So he went to his best friend Trey Clover for some help. Surely he’d be of some use.

—

“Yeah you like him.”

WHAT?! No, there was no way he would be in love with another boy. All his life he’s been taught that this is wrong, this is disgusting. Although he’s never felt love before, maybe he could try this. What no, what is he thinking?! He’s gross, he’s disgusting, what would his mother think?

“I’m sure I do NOT like him, Trey.”

Trey simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

“The way you explained it to me made it seem like you have a crush on them. I mean, no one explains the person they dislike as someone you want to “hug and comfort while wiping their tears”. Sounds like you’re in love.”

The hugging and comforting while wiping his tears part wasn’t gay. He just wanted to comfort him whenever he was stuck on homework and looked like he was about to cry. Not gay.

“I’ve- I’ve never felt love before. And either way, (Y/N) is a boy. I can’t be in love with- with another boy!”

Riddle was fighting with himself inside. On one hand, he did enjoy (Y/N). He enjoyed seeing their behavior from the side, noticing all the small things he did like slightly tilting his head when he was confused. He also gripped his pencil harder when he had a hard time on homework. Oh and (Y/N) also covered his face whenever he was embarrassed and it would always be the cutest thing… but he wasn’t interested in men.

“Riddle I know how your mother feels about same sex couples, but they aren’t gross or disgusting, they’re just themselves. They’re just like us, they just want to love the people they love normally without feeling shunned.” Trey explained while comforting Riddle.

Riddle never thought same sex couples were gross, he only thought of himself as gross if he were to ever like another boy. His mother would always express her potential hatred towards him if he were ever gay. He was just scared. Scared of disappointing his mother. Scared of being shunned from the world.

“I know- I know Trey. I just need time to think about this whole thing. Thank you.” Riddle said while leaving.

Trey simply waved, knowing Riddle would need some time alone.

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Riddle entered his dorm room and flopped onto his bed. Love is so weird. It’s so gross. It’s an icky feeling, why would people like it so much?!

He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. These emotions are so weird. They hurt his head too much, he just needs to focus on his studies. His mother would be disappointed, wouldn’t she.

Riddle went back to seeing you at the entrance ceremony. You were something fresh, something new. You were yourself. That’s what he liked about you. Your quirks reflected your true self, one some people wouldn’t know. On the surface you seemed air-headed and impulsive, but after taking one good look at you, you were far more than that.

Fuck maybe this was love. Riddle still feels gross about this. Defying what he was taught all of his life in a matter of a few months. It would take a lot of time and self-love to accept this, but Riddle didn’t have the energy to do so. He had his mother he needed to make proud. So the best solution would be to push down these feelings.

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A week passed after his talk with Trey. A full week of knowing he liked (Y/N). He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take seeing you in the hall or in classes. It hurt his head, but more importantly it hurt his heart.

That all had changed after one fateful day. The day you had talked to him after alchemy class. Riddle was packing up his books and felt someone grab onto his wrist as he was leaving.

“R-Riddle Rosehearts…! I um- I need to talk to you!” You stumbled out with the same flushed face that never left Riddle’s mind.

Why would (Y/N) want to talk? Didn’t (Y/N) hate Riddle?

“W-What do you need (Y/N)?” Riddle asked, staring at (Y/N)’s hand, still grabbing onto Riddle’s wrist.

You sighed and covered your red face with your free hand.

“I want to be friends! Wait no I- I don’t hate you I swear. I know you always look at me whenever we’re in the same room, I really hope you don’t hate me or think I’m annoying. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made it seem like you hate me. I just thought you’d never want to see me after the entrance ceremony, so I tried to distance myself from you…”

Riddle had melted inside. You were so caring, so sweet. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so you never talked to him.

It took Riddle a few seconds to think of an answer to you. From (Y/N)’s end, all they could see was the flushed shocked face of Riddle Rosehearts.

“I- Well I never hated you as well (Y/N). I just- just don’t know how to respond to certain situations.”

Just like the entrance ceremony, he averted eye contact. (Y/N) smiled, and brung his other hand to clasp Riddle’s wrist.

“Then are we friends now?” (Y/N) asked excitedly.

Riddle couldn’t say no to his adorable face.

“I suppose we are.” Riddle responded, still red.

Yup, Riddle was definitely in love.

A quick and short Golden Retriever Yanqing & Black Cat Reader dynamic (kinda)

Fluff, Jing Yuan is watching everything go down from behind the scenes, reader is a Lieutenant Cloud Knight with Yanqing and also his age

‘Unspoken Rule’

Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant and Jing Yuan’s right hand man. Yanqing, the short blonde boy who always keeps his locks in a neat ponytail. Yanqing, the energetic boy who always incorporates sword fighting in his daily schedule.

Yanqing, your boyfriend.

To every other Cloud Knight, you two were simply “best friends” or “incredibly close colleagues under Jing Yuan.” Not even Jing Yuan, who trained you both for years, thought your closeness was questionable. But who could blame any of them? Yanqing made it clear on many occasions that…

“Any other interests outside of swordsmanship will only slow my swords down!”

It just so happened that everyone subconsciously categorized dating under ‘any other interests.’ Since that point was made, no one held any suspicions towards your closeness together. Not to mention, your personalities completely contrasted each other.

“Did you hear? The Cloud Knight Lieutenants Yanqing and (Name) were spotted on a date together.” A young woman’s voice said.

“Seriously? They were probably just out for dinner, not a date. Don’t you think they’re both a little young for a relationship anyways?”

“Most people start dating around their age.” Another chimed in.

“Yeah… but those two? Together? Seriously? I can’t see Lieutenant Yanqing and (Name) with anyone romantically! The day Lieutenant Yanqing holds a romantic relationship will be the same day his swords can walk and talk. And Lieutenant (Name)…”

The man’s voice grew quieter and quieter before going silent, worried what’ll happen if he’s caught speaking of you in any way that could be interpreted negatively.

“Well… they’re not the most welcoming, and quite scary.” He finished with a gulp.

The Luofu wasn’t the most populated, but it certainly wasn’t empty. Gossip spread like wildfire, rumors even faster. Yet out of all rumors citizens chose to ignore or debunk, it was the relationship between the two young Cloud Knight Lieutenants.

Perhaps it was out of respect for the Lieutenants, the General, or both. Maybe even fear. But no matter the reason, it came to be an unspoken rule; don’t make assumptions about the Lieutenants’ relationship with one another, no matter how much you believe.

When you see them walking close together?

“Oh (Name), let’s go check that place out! The sword on display looks like one of a kind.” Yanqing exclaimed, holding a hand on your shoulder while pointing towards said shop.

The closeness was more than enough to make you flustered, but you kept a straight face. The nod you gave was all Yanqing needed to take your hand in his. Walking hand in hand, on your way to witness the boy blow through his allowance.

He was oblivious to the stares around you two, or perhaps he didn’t care. You however, didn’t like the idea of Yanqing potentially being judged for his enthusiasm.

Anyone who was staring at the scene before were now awkwardly averting their gaze after a harsh glare from you. All while Yanqing hummed an upbeat tune to himself, spending every last credit he had.

When you see them walking close together? Look away, carry on with your day.

It’s normal for friends to hold hands, walk close together, and glare at anyone who might be judging the other, right? The Lieutenants are friends, therefore it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

General Jing Yuan is no average citizen of the Luofu, so he considered himself an exception to the unspoken rule.

‘Maybe there is romantic feelings or tension between those two…’ he thought, watching as you attentively listened to the blonde’s ramble about his most recent sword.

But if you aren’t an exception to this ‘unspoken rule’ like the general, what do you do when you spot the two lieutenants acting fondly with each other in public?

The pair was off duty today. The general had acknowledged their hard work in recent weeks, and figured they deserved a day off. After all, they can’t spend their entire youth on duty everyday.

Which is why you and Yanqing can be spotted leaning on a railing together, watching each cloud pass by.

The casual clothes threw most passers off, not recognizing either of you outside the Cloud Knight uniforms you wore. But to those who still managed to recognize you both, they were quite bewildered at the scene that played out in front of them.

You, lieutenant (Name), had your head resting on Yanqing’s shoulder. Not only that… for once, you weren’t glaring. One would dare to say you had softened exterior.

Not to mention the stars in your eyes whenever you glanced over at Yanqing.

It didn’t help that the blonde would frequently look down at you, almost as if he was checking on you. While no one could hear the words that left his mouth, you did. And apparently those words were enough to make you blush.

‘Perhaps they just had a bad day, and he was cheering them up’ witnesses forced themselves to believe.

If you spot the two lieutenants acting fondly with one another, don’t go jumping to conclusions. Maybe they’re just helping each other out.

That same day, long after the sun had set, you and your boyfriend returned to your headquarters, hand in hand. For once, you weren’t glaring at anyone staring.

Instead, you were blushing with a small smile on your face. Though the lieutenant next to you didn’t bother hiding his joy. Contrasting you entirely, he was wearing a huge grin on his face with pride, along with light pink dusting his cheeks.

Surely this should have been enough for others to spread gossip, right?

“You must have seen that too, right? They looked like a couple!” A certain general overheard. Usually he didn’t care about the Lufou’s gossip and ‘latest power couple.’ But this time, his curiosity piqued.

…especially after considering who this mysterious ‘couple’ could be.

“But what if it’s not what it looked like? Maybe Lieutenant (Name) embarrassed themselves or something in front of Lieutenant Yanqing. That would explain the grin on his face.” One of the knights tried to reason, but doubt was laced in his tone.

Jing Yuan mentally facepalmed at the conversation. Could these knights not comprehend thinking critically wasn’t disrespectful? It’s become so obvious in recent days that there’s something between you and Yanqing, especially to the general.

Now… after dismissing both lieutenants walking close together and acting fondly with one another, what else is there to dismiss?

Because how in the entire galaxy could you possibly dismiss the lieutenants kissing?

It was like any other day on the Luofu. Warm, a slight wind, and a peaceful atmosphere. At least, that’s what anyone who wasn’t in the Cloud Knight headquarters would think.

While yes, all this was true. It was warm, a tad bit windy, and peaceful. But all this was forgotten after a particular incident indoors.

As always, Yanqing could be spotted with his beloved swords, as well as you. No one could make out the words coming out of your mouths, but apparently the swordsman had made the greatest statement ever.

Your head snapped towards him, eyes widened in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“Oh come on (Name), you heard me the first time! But I guess I don’t mind repeating it…” the boy took a deep breath, before abruptly standing up.

“(Name)! I would trade my entire sword collection if it meant I could spend an eternity with you!” He declared rather loudly, earning enough head turns to make his face go red.

You couldn’t believe it. Sure, you were his significant other, and he made it clear numerous times he loved you. But hearing that from Yanqing of all people? You were bewildered.

“Oh come on, don’t look at me like that! You know I mean it. Here, I’ll prove it.” He pulled you up off the floor, keeping his hand on yours even as you steadied yourself.

Before you could question him, he cupped your cheeks and placed a short yet loving kiss on your lips.

By this point, everyone stopped what they were doing to witness what was happening. After Yanqing pulled away, he didn’t just leave you stunned. Oh no no no, he left you and all the Cloud Knights stunned.

No one needed to dismiss it this time, nor debunk rumors. This was all the confirmation anyone ever needed.

The Cloud Knight Lieutenants were, in fact, a couple.

-Bonus-

“What do you mean no one knew!?” You and Yanqing shouted in unison, staring at the general in pure shock.

“Well… I suppose the people just respect you two that much. No one wanted to make assumptions on your private lives, not to mention everyone was so sure Yanqing here wouldn’t date anyone that’s not a sword.” Jing Yuan explained.

Jing Yuan didn’t want to admit he was among the group that didn’t think the blonde lieutenant would date anyone outside a sword at some point. At least he realized at some point, right?

“Agh… that’s so frustrating! We tried everything to make people realize. We thought they caught on when we were spotted on a date together!” Yanqing groaned out in annoyance, earning a soft pat on the back from you.

“Well what matters now is that everyone knows.” You stated bluntly, both Jing Yuan and Yanqing nodding their heads in agreement.

“I must admit, you have very contrasting personalities. So (Name), if Yanqing here ever gets on your nerves, let me know. I’m sure he’ll knock it off if I dared to tell you his childhood stories.” The general finished with a chuckle, eyeing Yanqing’s face twist in embarrassment.

“General!”