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୨୧ — sugar daddy! college professor! nanami x fem! black! sugar baby! reader

♱ — smut, mdni, modern au, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap (reader is 20 and Nanami is 33), daddy kinkslight clit play, oral (f! receiving), p in v, missionary, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, sweetheart, daddy) wc: 4,151

a/n: y’all i’m sorry this took so long to post but i kept changing the plot and had to re-write it like 5 times 😭.

Kento Nanami was a lonely man. No wife, no kids, no one to share his life with, and no one to take care of. He was alone, longing for companionship and his friends had noticed. Whenever he wasn't hanging out with them, he was spending his time by himself. Even though he would tell them he enjoyed his alone time, he wasn't good at hiding the fact that he was lonely.

His friends wanted to help him, so they invited him out for drinks at the bar, but what Nanami wasn't expecting was their suggestion for companionship.

"Being a sugar daddy?" Nanami questions while swirling his glass of whiskey. He had heard of it before, but he never considered the idea.

Geto is leaning against the bar, eyeing the bartender, "Yeah, you pay a sugar baby for their companionship or for them to have sex with you."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Paying for sex? Isn't that prostitution?"

"Well, technically yes, but you can discuss with your sugar baby what you both are comfortable with and what benefits you would both get from the arrangement," Gojo explains. "You've said it yourself, traditional dating wasn't working out for you, and a lot of men our age do it."

"Yeah, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Kento," Toji says, putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

Nanami takes a sip of his whiskey, pondering the idea in his head, "Have any of you a sugar baby?"

"I've had a couple of them actually," Gojo smirks looking towards the bartender raising his glass, silently asking for another drink. "That's how Leila and I met." Nanami's eyes widened, he never thought about it. Leila was 7 years younger than Gojo, but now they were engaged after being together for 5 years.

"I've had two before the one I have now," Geto looks down at his drink. "It feels nice to have someone to be around and talk to keep you from feeling alone."

"Just make sure to discuss what you both want from the arrangement before jumping into it," Toji gives Nanami a serious look. "You don't wanna pursue something that you're not comfortable with."

Nanami told his friends he was going to look into it and they were proud of him for making an effort. When Nanami arrived home, he rushed to his office, unlocked his computer, then searched sugar daddy, clicking on the first website that popped up.

Are you a successful and generous man seeking companionship? Create a profile to meet the sugar baby of your dreams!

He clicks I'm a sugar daddy, then join free to start making his profile. Nanami typed in his name, age, his occupation—raised an eyebrow at body type and height, but added it anyway. Then added personal details about himself, before he got stuck on the 'what are you looking for' question.

"What am I looking for?" he quietly questions himself. He ponders that question, trying to figure out how to put it in words without scaring people away.

I'm looking for a genuine Sugar Baby that I can spoil, spend time with, and hopefully one day come home to.

He thought he sounded desperate and maybe to some he would, but he was. He was longing for someone to care about him, to love him, to want to be with him. He is discouraged with himself that none of his relationships have worked in the past and he needs to feel something.

Clicking the complete profile button, he had to verify that he was himself, then his page was now able to be seen by other people. He looks towards the clock and lets out a sigh, seeing it was 2 am. Nanami shuts down his computer, mentally deciding to shower in the morning, and gets into bed.

Nanami woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the nightstand. Groaning in annoyance, he reaches for his phone, opening one of his eyes to turn off his alarm. He lays down for a few seconds before rolling out of bed, making sure to grab his phone, then heading to his bathroom to shower. As the hot water is hitting his back, he opens up the site he was on last night and is stunned seeing how many messages he's received from different sugar babies.

After going through each message and taking a look at their profile, one particular woman caught his eye, and it was you.

Y/n: Hi, your bio is so sweet!

Y/n: I also see you're a professor, what do you teach?

Your message brought a smile to his face, but then he swiped through your pictures and read your bio listing some of the things you enjoyed doing and he was hooked.

Nanami: Hello, thank you. I teach English. What degree are you pursuing?

Nanami had finished his shower and was brushing his teeth when he received an email that you had responded to him.

Y/n: I'm pursuing psychology, but I want to be a lawyer. How do you enjoy being a professor?

Nanami: I enjoy it quite a lot. I've wanted to teach since I was in high school and teaching college students always intrigued me.

Nanami: What made you want to be a lawyer?

Y/n: I've always wanted to be able to help people and change their lives for the better. I also like debating against people, it brings me joy

Nanami: Honesty, I like it. You're going to be a great lawyer one day.

He didn't want to leave you hanging like that, making the conversation seem short, but he was doubting that you would want to keep talking to him. It was hard to not doubt himself when all his past relationships didn't seem to workout, but who's to say this one won't? At the least, he'll have someone to keep him company. He took a deep breath and pushed himself to type his next message.

Nanami: I am enjoying talking to you, and was wondering if you would like to keep getting to know each other?

His heart was racing with every second that passed. You were taking forever to respond—it took 1 minute for your message bubble to pop up that you were typing and another minute for your message to pop up.

Y/n: I would love that! If you're free tonight I would love to give you a call.

He let out a breath of relief when he read your message.

Nanami: Of course, here's my number I can't wait to hear from you.

Throughout the rest of the day, Nanami was on edge about being on call with you tonight. It's been a while since he's talked on the phone with a woman. What would he say— what would you say?

By the time you had called Nanami, his nerves had calmed down a lot, especially when you were leading the conversation, so he could just bounce off what you said. You two had talked for a couple of hours, really hitting it off. The next couple two weeks were the same, spending a couple of hours each night just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You guys even got comfortable enough to go into detail about why each of you was even on the website.

"I know you need help with school, but you're a beautiful young girl. Why aren't you dating?" He could hear you sigh.

"I want to be, trust me I do, It's just—," you fell back onto your bed, hands covering your face. "I've tried dating and for some reason, it just doesn't work out. Growing up I watched movies that showed girls finding true love and it just doesn't seem to be real."

Nanami was quiet for a second, he understood how you felt. He's talked to his students before about how movies and books portray love, high school, college, and even sex. It's all a romanticized version of how the world is, but who's to say you can't make it real?

"Hey, don't get all quiet on me," you laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. "So, why aren't dating?"

"Every time I've tried a relationship or going on dates, she just ends up breaking things off." Nanami was staring up at his ceiling. "A couple of them have said it's because I'm too nice. So I honestly don't know."

"Too nice? I would take too nice over nonchalant or uncaring any day," you let out a laugh. "I don't know Nanami, you seem too perfect for you to have ended up on a sugar daddy site."

"Well, maybe you're the reason why I was on there. Fate bringing us together," you could hear the dramatics in his voice, but there was some truth behind his facade. "...but, you're not gonna know unless you go to dinner with me Friday night."

It was quiet on the other end of the line, Nanami feeling he messed up his chances with another—

"I guess I’ll just have to take you up on that offer," you had some smugness in your voice even though your mic was just muted as you cheered about him asking you out. You know it wasn't formerly a date, but maybe what he said earlier what right.

"Great! I'll text you all the details tomorrow," Nanami felt ecstatic.

"Sounds good. Goodnight Kento," your voice was soft and sweet. It made his heart swell.

"Goodnight Y/n.”

The next day, Nanami called around to a few different restaurants to see if any of them were available tomorrow night. There was a new restaurant that had just opened up, and they had a few more openings and let Nanami make reservations for the both of you. He also called the flower shop down the street from his house for a pickup order of a custom bouquet for you.

Once everything was set, he sent you a message confirming that you were still up for your meeting tomorrow.

Kento <3: Reservations for dinner tomorrow at 8. I would like to pick you up, but if you're not comfortable with that, I will pay for your ride there.

Pretty Girl: Aw Kento :(, ofc I would want you to pick me up. I'll text you my address tomorrow.

Pretty Girl: Are we still gonna call tonight?

God, you're the cutest, he thought.

Kento <3: Of course, sweetheart. I'll call you around 7.

Even though you guys spent the last two weeks talking to each other, neither of you was worried about not having anything to speak about tomorrow. The conversation between you two just flowed, it felt natural and not forced. Nanami was trying to hold himself back from getting attached too quickly because that's another issue he had and he didn't want to scare you away.

He woke up Friday morning feeling more excited than nervous. He spent a few hours doing mundane things around the house, just to keep himself busy, but around 3 he was quick to try and freshen himself up. Shaving his face, and his below area, just because he likes it better hairless. Gelling his hair perfectly, then trying on every suit he owned until he found the perfect one.

He left his home around 6 to pick up the bouquet he had made for you, wanting extra time for changes if need be. The colors were pretty and went well together, each flower was the same size, and there wasn't a thorn in sight. He paid the ladies, thanking them as he left the shop, before texting you he was on his way.

He was getting more nervous as he got to your apartment building. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate picked up, and he started to feel like he was on fire. Arriving at your home, he texted you he was in front of the building then grabbed the bouquet, leaning on the passenger side door of his car, waiting for you to show up in anticipation.

It felt like time was going so slow as he waited for you, and when he saw you it was even slower. In his head, you were walking in slow motion towards him. You're black satin dress with a slit on the side, hugging your body just right, black heels and clutch to math, your hair was perfect, bright smile with glossy lips, you were breathtaking.

He snapped himself out of his trance bringing you into a hug, then smiling at you while handing you your flowers. The two shades of pink were so pretty, and the bouquet itself was so big you needed two hands to carry it.

"Kento, these are beautiful," you were in awe looking between him and the flowers.

"Not as beautiful as you," you held the bouquet in one arm as he took one of your hands to kiss the back of it. Your eyes were watering and you had to take a couple deep breaths to calm down. It was just, you never received this type of treatment before and you didn't know how to handle it.

"Come on, let's get to dinner," he opens the passenger door for you, holding your hand to help you get in and situated, then jogging to the other side and getting it. While driving to the restaurant, your eyes were looking between Nanami and the road, he looked so good all dressed up and you could see his muscles through his suit, it was turning you on a bit, you had to shut your legs and rub your thighs to ease the tension.

"You okay, sweetheart?" The nickname was not helping.

"Yeah— yes, just think you look handsome is all," you give him a sincere smile and he returns it.

"Thank you."

The rest of the car ride was filled with small conversations, keeping yourself distracted from pouncing on the man you'd only just met 15 minutes ago. He opens your door, helps you out, then guides you with a hand on your back to the inside of the restaurant. He gives the waiter his name and y'all are instantly taken to the roof of the restaurant in a secluded spot.

He pulls your chair out, then pushes you in once you're seated, and goes to his chair. Looking around, there are arches covered in vines, lights going from one arch to another all around, some potted flowers and bushes, palm trees, and umbrellas pushed in a corner for when they're needed.

"Kento, this is....wow," there wasn't a good enough word to describe how beautiful this sight was.

"Do you like it?" he questioned, even though he knew you did.

"Like it—I love it, it's one of the prettiest places I've ever seen or been to," you had the biggest smile on your face and Nanami couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for bringing me here and for the flowers."

At this point, a few tears were sliding down your cheeks. Nanami had made you feel something you've never felt before, cared for. You two had only known each other a few weeks and he did all of this for you.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," he didn't mean to make you cry, he just wanted you to feel happy. He got out of his seat, pulling you into his arms as you let out a few sobs. "Please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."

You pull out of the hug to tilt your head in confusion, "Upset me? This is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me." You hug him again and then regain your composure and he goes back to his seat.

"I'm glad I could do this for you."

You go through the menu and pick out what you both want to eat, telling your waitress when she comes and introduces herself. Once you both have your drinks, you decide to discuss the terms of your arrangement. Agreeing on there being no expectations for sex, seeing each other at least once a week, and Nanami sending you $500 weekly, you guys were now official.

While you two had just started to eat, you noticed the sun was setting. You could barely eat your food, your attention on the perfect view you had of the sunset.

"I picked this time just so we could watch the sunset together," he grabs your hand giving it a small squeeze.

Nanami enjoyed spending the evening with you, he had paid the waiter for your food, and gave her a big tip, before following you out and getting you into the car. The ride to your place was a comfortable silence. Nanami's hand was placed on your thigh, his fingers running against your soft skin. His action was innocent, but that plus how sexy he looked was making you need to rub your thighs together again, to ease the pressure you felt on your clit.

Your lip was between your teeth and your eyes closed, trying to think about anything else besides Nanami and he glanced at you worryingly, "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Ugh, that nickname again. He wasn't helping ease the dirty thoughts going through your head, "Nothing, I'm okay."

He was in front of your apartment building, his full attention on you. You weren't making eye contact with him, so he used his thumb and index finger to make you look at him, "Don't lie to me, baby. Just tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, then back up to his eyes, "I need you."

Your thighs were squeezing together so tight, he patted one, getting you to stop, "Where do you need me?" He was rubbing your inner thigh, fingers so close to where you wanted him.

You moved his hand that was on your thigh to your clothed pussy. He rubbed slow circles over your clit, hearing you let out little gasps and moans from his touch, but Nanami was a classy man, he wasn't gonna fuck you in his car, not the first time at least.

"Let's go in your apartment, baby," he instructed, and you got out of the car quickly, waiting for him to lock his car, then followed you into the building and to the elevator. You were holding his hand tight, trying to contain yourself. Once in the elevator, you pulled him to kiss you, practically grinding against him. Both of you let out little moans and grunts, your tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When the elevator dinged, you both pulled away from each other, getting out of the elevator. You pulled out our keys from your purse but were stumbling trying to get the key in the keyhole, so Nanami helped you and as soon as you were in the apartment, you were pushed up against your door. He made sure to lock it before dropping your keys to the floor and grabbing a fistful of your ass. Kneading the flesh, as you moaned in his mouth, he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He placed you on the floor, pulling back from the kiss and turning you around so your back was facing him. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, he's kissing and sucking on your neck then leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your back as he pulls your dress straps down your arms. The dress falls to your feet, each heeled foot stepping out of the dress, as he still makes his way down your back to your ass. He uses both his hands to pull your ass cheeks apart and licks a stripe up your pussy, and you're already a moaning mess.

He realizes your heels are still on your feet, so before he's too pussy drunk to care, he tells you to get on the bed and you do as you are told, legs spread, and your wet little cunt on full display for him. He dives right in, sucking your little bud into his mouth, and his name is rolling off your tongue. The tip of his tongue is circling your clit before lapping and slurping at your juices.

"Mmm— Kento, feels so good," you whimper out as your hands are in Nanami's hair, and you're grinding your pussy against his face. He moans loving how you taste on his tongue, eyes looking at you through the valley of your breasts. Your thighs are shaking around his head, all he can hear is the wet sounds of him eating your pussy and you moaning his name.

"Fuck baby, you gonna cum on my tongue?" you nod your head, not being able to form words. Nanami flicks his tongue against your clit, then switches to circling it, before he sucks it into his mouth again and that sends you over the edge. You chant Nanami's name as your legs are squeezing around his head. His tongue is still lapping at your messy cunt and he's addicted to the taste of you.

"Pussy taste so good, baby," he kisses your clit a few times, then uses your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. His suit jacket and white button-up were off in seconds, your hands reaching to touch his muscular torso, eyes only concentrated on him.

"You're so sexy, Kento," he shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them, then leaning over your body, making out with you again. One of his hands on the side of your face, and the other in between your bodies, lining himself up with you. When he pushes into you at a slow pace, you both moan into each other's mouth at the feeling, your pussy sucking him in and his cock stretching you out. Your hands are clawing at his back, and your legs wrapping around his waist, to pull him deeper into you. When he's fully settled inside of you he can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock.

He pulls away from the kiss to place soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and then your ear, "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart." Your answer is quick and you repeat yes over and over until he's pulling out of you then sliding right back in. "How, hm? you want me to fuck you slow," he's thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, and you're squirming under him.

"Kento— no, faster!"

He hums, kissing up your jaw again, then sucking on your earlobe, "Oh, you want it fast?" He connects your lips again, messily kissing your swollen lips, before he's fucking into you faster, and you can't help but scratch at his back, leaving red marks.

"Daddy feels—mmph—too good,” your head is back against the bed leaving your neck exposed, and his lips are sucking, licking, and kissing, all over your neck. His hands move down to hold at your thighs pushing them to your stomach, as his mouth trails down to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it until it's standing straight up against his tongue. He sucks your other nipple while moving one of the hands that were on your thigh to thumb your clit. He's circling the engorged bub and feels you clenching around his cock.

"Mmm—fuck— you gonna cum, baby?" All you can reply is by saying his name and profanities over and over again like a mantra. Moving the hand that was still on your thigh up to your nipple, to flick and pinch it between his fingers, his mouth is on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. Your back was arching off the bed, pussy squeezing his cock so tight, a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you.

Pulling him down to you, it was your turn to pepper him in kisses on his jaw and cheeks, then sucking on his ear lobe. "I know you wanna cum, Daddy," your breath was fanning his ear. His thrusts were getting sloppy, him just rutting into you, chasing his orgasm. "Cum for me," he rutted into you a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock, saying your name as his cum coated your stomach in his white sticky mess.

Nanami leaned over your body placing kisses all over your face, then kissing your lips. You looked up at him with a smile running your thumb across his cheekbone, “Do you wanna shower with me?” He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his arms, then walked you over to your bathroom. He sits you on your counter pulling your lips to his in a deep kiss.

“Lemme fuck you in the shower.”

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  — ★ LIKE CATS AND DOGS

☆ — “OH, VICE-CAPTAIN HOSHINA, YOU PLAY KAIJU IMPACT TOO?”

FEATURING: Narumi Gen x f!reader x Hoshina Soshiro

SYNOPSIS: Everyone knows by now that Captain Narumi Gen has the hots for you, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Unluckily for him, a certain Vice-Captain of the Third Division finds the whole situation very amusing.

CONTENT: [2,6k words] female reader, reader is a platoon leader in the first division, hoshina is a menace, pining narumi, manga version so hoshina has red eyes, sparring with hoshina and narumi, basically a collection of narumi and hoshina fighting over you, no beta we die like men

You wish Narumi would just drop the act. 

Does he really think he’s being slick? He, the First Division’s resident lazy bum, who for some reason always asks you to spar with him out of all the platoon leaders? Maybe if he doesn’t act so weird about it, you’d be none the wiser — but who is he fooling when he continues to compliment your abilities and patch up your injuries, all the while flaming someone else for being a weakling?

Yeah, everyone caught on pretty fast that there’s something going on between you two.

This morning, he once again orbits around you with the excuse of “I’m also going this way!”, only to instantly be caught in his own lie when Vice-Captain Hasegawa drags him off to the opposite direction, scolding him for playing around instead of getting to the meeting room. 

Good God. All you wanted in life is a cool, steady job in the Defense Force. How the hell did you manage to catch the eye of your dashingly handsome superior?

Director General Shinomiya drones on in the background as you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. Narumi is sitting diagonally from you, his gaze burning into you as he mindlessly taps the desk with his long fingers. Out of the corner of your eye you see Hasegawa elbowing his arm for the third time that day. His head drops and he turns to glare at the man irritably before straightening his position — but before long, his eyes drift over to you once more.

In front of you, Vice-Captain Hoshina is smiling. 

Shit. Your gaze drops to your lap as you feel your cheeks warming up. In the middle of trying to steal glances at your Captain, you accidentally made the mistake of looking at the Third Division’s Vice-Captain while he’s looking at you.

Wait. He’s looking at you…? Surely not. His eyes are always narrowed into slits, it makes it hard to tell where he’s actually looking. You raise your head in uncertainty, only to see that Hoshina is now resting his chin on top of his intertwined fingers, his grin wide and his eyes still very much staring at you.  

Your heart jumps and you immediately avert your gaze elsewhere — as luck would have it, back to Captain Narumi, who seems to notice that you’re distracted.

He turns his head to follow your earlier line of sight, leaning forward in his seat to see who you were staring at. Shockingly, Vice-Captain Hoshina does the same. You watch in horror as the two men turn their heads in perfect sync and lock eyes, two sharp red orbs clashing into each other.

Narumi doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that he is fuming while Hoshina’s grin only spreads wider.

Fuck.

Narumi is grumbling when he walks out of the conference room. He hates big meetings. He doesn’t need Shinomiya to talk his ear off to know that there has been a kaiju uprising in the recent months. He’s the one who’s fighting in the frontlines, god damn it.

“What are you doing?” As he leans against the wall, Hasegawa spots him and eyes at him incredulously.

Narumi shrugs, trying to act indifferent. “Nothing.”

Hasegawa shakes his head and leaves.

After having a few people salute him, Narumi finally spots you emerging from the room. He smiles and pushes himself off the wall. He’s about to make his way to you when he sees you turn your head abruptly. He pauses, watching as your figure retreat, obstructed slightly by the opened door. When you re-emerge, you’re no longer alone.

Hoshina Soshiro is folding his hands behind his back as he saunters out, walking next to you a little bit too close for comfort while smiling that creepy smile of his.

It’s cliche, but at that moment, Narumi Gen sees red. Watching you and Hoshina disappear into the corner, he stuffs his hands into his pockets and follows suit.

Vice-Captain Hoshina is a very skilled combatant. You’ve heard the rumors, but still...

It’s amazing how you manage to narrowly dodge a slash before pivoting out the way from a kick he directs at your sides. You take a swing at him with your blade, but he’s much more skillful with weapons than you are — he deflects it with his own twin swords before bringing the hilt to your knuckles, hitting it in the hopes of disarming you.

You grit your teeth and clench your blade, jerking it his way so hard that it knocks both his left sword and your own weapon. Both fall to the ground, clattering away out of your reach. 

Hoshina smiles, throwing away his other sword and gesturing for you to come to him. You accept the invitation. Closing the distance, you bring your knee up to kick him in the stomach. It feels like you hit a brick wall as you connect with his body — but still, a hit is a hit, and landing a hit on the Hoshina Soshiro is an impressive feat.

You learn your lesson not to get distracted in a fight when he suddenly grabs your knee with his hands and pulls on it so hard that you lose your footing. The whole world spins before your eyes — (you have a sudden sinking feeling that he took that hit on purpose) — as your crash to the ground. Grimacing, you let out a shaky breath. God damn, that hurt.

Hoshina’s face appears shortly after. “Ya’ alright? Quite a tumble you took there.”

You relax against the floor, trying to catch your breath. “Uh-huh. That was…” Letting Hoshina pull you up, you almost fall forward at the sheer exhaustion but manage to stop yourself from colliding into his chest. “... that was very enlightening. Thank you, Vice-Captain Hoshina.”

“You’re welcome, Platoon Leader. It’s refreshing to fight with you.”

Receiving a praise from the Defense Force's strongest close-quarters combatant makes you blush. You force your gaze downwards, trying to avoid Hoshina’s eyes. Suddenly you realize that he is still holding your hand, causing you yelp in surprise and immediately jerk your hand away.

Hoshina merely laughs, running his now-free hand through his hair. “Say, Platoon Leader, ya’ wanna grab a bite after this?”

Before you can answer, a tornado sweeps his way into the room.

“Hoshinaaaa!!” You snap your head to the door, surprised to see Captain Narumi marching towards you, his expression twisted in anger, “Who the hell gave you permission to spar with my platoon leader?!”

“My, if it isn’t Captain Narumi.” Hoshina is unbothered even as Narumi glares at him like he’s a pesky bug, “I don’t see how I need your permission to spar against someone. It’s not against the rules or anythin’~”

Hoshina’s breezy tone only makes Narumi seethe more. “You— you— I— !” He struggles to make a comeback, finally settling his gaze on you. “You! You’re coming with me!”

With that, he’s dragging you away, leaving behind a thoroughly amused Hoshina who’s waving at you goodbye with a grin on his face.

Eating is supposed to be a relaxing activity.

Instead, you’re squished between Captain Narumi of the First Division and Vice-Captain Hoshina of the Third Division, with everyone from different divisions gawking at your star-studded table.

There’s a blazing inferno on your left (Narumi stabbing his potatoes with his fork, fuming) and an icy chill on your right (Hoshina gulping down the remains of his green tea, unbothered by the whole thing).

Truth be told, your captain is intimidating as hell when he’s in a bad mood, so you decide to turn your attention to the lesser evil. Hoshina seems to be finished with his food as he opens his phone to play a game.

“Oh, Vice-Captain Hoshina, you play Kaiju Impact too?”

Narumi snaps his neck so instantaneously, he almost got whiplash from it.

“Ye~p! It’s fun, I just got the newest five star character.”

“Huuhh?! No way! You’re so lucky! I lost my 50/50...”

“We should play together sometime. Let me add you.”

“S-sure! I’m still new at this, though...”

Without warning, Narumi leans sideways to join the conversation, causing you to lean back in alarm.

“What level are you?” He questions, narrowing his eyes to look at Hoshina’s phone before chortling obnoxiously. “Ha! Still at Level 30?! I’m already at Level 60!” He turns his head to look at you, “You sure you want to play with this noob?! Play with me instead!”

Hoshina sighs exaggeratedly. “Your enemies are too hard for her, dumbass. She’s just gonna get 1-hit-KO’ed. Platoon Leader, you’re better off playing with me.”

Narumi sputters. “Huh?! I can carry you, you don’t need to do anything!”

“Then why play at all? You’re probably just looking for an opportunity to brag, right?”

“What?! Y-You’d rather play with me, right?! Right?!”

You massage your temples in exhaustion. Forget it. You’d rather just exterminate kaiju in real life instead.

You liked having a new sparring partner. Hoshina doesn’t go easy on you, but he’s always careful with his movements. It makes you feel both acknowledged and taken care of.

Narumi, on the other hand...

You yelp as the full force of Narumi’s power pushes you to the ground, knocking both your weapon and your breath away. Panting to catch your breath, you can’t even bring yourself to move because everything hurts.

“Are you alright?!” Narumi is kneeling down as he studies you frantically. “You usually defeat kaiju like a pro, what’s wrong with you today?”

“Between a kaiju and you, Captain Narumi...” You cough before panting again, “You’re definitely the bigger threat.”

To your surprise, Narumi laughs. He’s delighted at your indirect praise — sure, he knows that he’s the strongest in the Defense Force, but hearing his crush say it to his face is something else.

He gently pulls you up, steadying you by holding your waist. When you look up to thank him, he has a calm face on, but his heart is actually beating 120 bpm per minute. “Careful.” He rasps out, bangs falling down to cover his eyes.

Your heart skip a beat. Narumi’s hands still rests on your waist as he gazes right at you. It’s like there is a magnetic pull between the two of you because the distance between your faces grow closer.

You have to admit that you find him attractive — who doesn’t? — and the special treatment he gives you is very endearing. Now that you really look at him, he’s very handsome. If you move forward just a little bit more, your lips will surely touch—

“Ya—hoo! Whoops, am I interruptin’ something?”

Narumi groans in frustration as Hoshina casually walks over while you jump, taken aback by his sudden appearance. You instantly break free from Narumi’s grasp, much to his dismay. “V-Vice Captain Hoshina!”

A phone comes sliding into your vision. “Gimme your ID, won’t you?”

Flustered, you reach out to take his phone and proceed to type your Kaiju Impact player ID.

Narumi glares at his rival. “Must you really stomp all over my territory, Hoshina?” His tone is hostile as he points a finger at the violet-haired man.

Hoshina only responds with a chuckle before ignoring him completely, opting to taking his phone from your hand. “There we go. Now let’s go and play, I wanna kill time before dinner~”

You can only nod as he takes you by the arm. The two of you don’t get far because you suddenly feel a hand on your other arm.

“Captain Narumi?!”

Hoshina turns back, grinning from ear to ear when he sees Narumi clutching your arm like his life depended on it. “What’s this?”

“We’re not done with training!” Narumi reasons, loosening his grip on you but not quite letting go.

“R-Respectfully, I don’t think I can go another round...” You pipe up in a small voice.

Hoshina clicks his tongue in disapproval. “You’re such a mean boss, y’know?”

“Anyway, I’m not letting you go with him!”

“Who are you, her big bro or something?”

“Know your place, you’re not even in the same division!”

“What does that have to do with anything? I enjoy her company, that’s all~”

“Well I enjoy her company more!”

“Why are you so intent on one-upping me...? Are you a child?”

Neither of your superior relents, holding your arm like a tug of war. In the middle of them, you can already feel your soul slipping away.

“I’m sorry, Captain Narumi, but I did make a promise...”

Narumi looks at you like he’s been kicked. Meanwhile, Hoshina rejoices, pumping his fist victoriously.

“I’ll wait for you at the library!”

When Hoshina disappears, you glance anxiously at Narumi. There’s an indiscernible expression on his face as he hangs his head, sulking. ‘Is it okay to leave him like this...?’

You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you lean forward and peck him on the lips. It’s a quick kiss that makes you feel like you’re a lovesick schoolgirl. When you pull away, Narumi has his eyes wide open as he stares at you in shock.

Getting the urge to kiss him again, you decide to run before you actually do it. Luckily, he doesn’t run after you — or else he’ll see what a blushing mess you’ve become.

After morning practice, it is finally time for Hoshina to return to his own base at Nishi-Tokyo. Upon his request, you’ve come to see him off.

It’s surprising, but you’ve grown closer to the man in the span of just one day and a half, even playing games together as you chat about life and trivial things. You’re going to miss his presence.

The same can not be said for Narumi.

“Hurry up and leave already, dammit.”

“If you’re busy you can leave. It’s not like I asked you to come see me off.”

“Then why did you get my platoon leader to accompany you, huh?!”

“What’s it to you? Why’re you so intent on hogging her all to yourself? Got a crush on her or somethin’?”

“Y-You’re one to talk, you little—!”

Not this again.

Once more, Hoshina flat-out ignores Narumi. “Well, take care~ Let’s go somewhere on your day off.”

There’s a tight smile on your face as Hoshina pats your head, making Narumi seethe in anger next to you. “That would be my pleasure, but... Vice-Captain Hoshina, it’s not good to tease me so much...”

For the first time, Hoshina’s playful smile disappears. “Who says I’m just teasing you?” The mischievous glint on his eyes are absent as he peers at you, “Next time, I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

You’re pretty sure you have the dumbest expression on your face as you freeze on your spot, blushing to the tips of your ears even as Hoshina’s figure disappears into the distance. For a while, you and Narumi stand in front of the gates, engulfed in silence.

Narumi’s annoyed sigh interrupts your train of thoughts as you’re snapped back to reality. Turning your head, you see him giving you a look you’ve never seen before.

“Platoon Leader, come see me after the day ends. I need to talk to you.”

“W-What about?”

Narrowing his eyes at your feigned ignorance, Narumi bites back the urge to hoist you over his shoulders and lock you in a room away from prying eyes. “I think you know what about,” He whispers above your ear, his voice husky, “Did you really think I’ll let you steal a kiss from me and not take responsibility for it?”

Narumi leans back, grinning in satisfaction when he sees you turning red and stuttering his name. Now that a formidable challenger has appeared, he’ll need to up his game.

Let’s see who will be the one to seize victory.

END NOTES: I give in. The Kn8 brainrot is chronic. Also, Narumi and Hoshina’s rivalry will never not be funny! Writing this is so much fun, should I make this a series?

giggling and kicking my feet at the fact astarion and karl heisenberg have the same VA

My fave luca ships… im projecting

People have no idea how obsessed I am with this stupid fuckin bird

JUST LOOK AT HIM

not his type idia shroud x reader

summary: in which the prefect thinks they're not Idia's type, Idia thinks the prefect is too good for him, and the first years are tired of their shit

author's note: i saw a bunch of posts last year talking about how boys tried getting into kpop for their gfs that's my inspo

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, idia-typical angst lines, 7.4k+ words, JP translation terms used (e.g., dorm leader)

you can also read this on AO3

i. livestream chats are the worst and here’s why

Was it normal to support your friend, arguably your only friend, in their endeavors, especially if it’s something audience based like streaming? Even though Idia’s perceptions of normal were slightly skewed, he would definitely say so. Of course it wasn’t like you really needed his support anymore— you had obtained a substantial enough following, with a consistent set of donors who gave you your allowance and helped you live more comfortably, but he still made the effort to set up your streams on a second monitor.

He couldn’t always watch you, busy coding and gaming, with schoolwork and keeping Ortho happy, but you were always there on the second screen for an hour or two— lowered volume or muted if really necessary, but there. He’s been there since your first stream, and he wasn’t going to lose out to a bunch of normies when it came to supporting you.

Plus, well, he enjoyed listening to you talk. Even with your kindness and understanding of how he was as a person it was still difficult for him to talk to you and be in the same room as you for more than half an hour without the presence of a video game— a significant improvement compared to his previous records, but still in need of work.

With your stream, at least, it’s a little like you telling him about your day, talking about a recent song you found yourself into, or even the stories he knew came more from your world than something you made up on the spot. Plus, the Grim focus camera was cute. It would take more than two hands to count the number of donations you received for the sake of feeding the little furball premium food.

He might have contributed to a third of the feed-and-spoil-Grim funds you had received, but that's besides the point.

When you weren’t busy with whatever a prefect was supposed to do in the first place, you streamed after class; today just so happened to be one of those free days— a day where he’d pull your stream up on the second monitor and treat you as a podcast while working on his next project.

Then, out of nowhere, you read out a super chat.

“‘What’s your type?’ My type, huh…”

That kind of question… wasn’t that really dangerous?! When other streamers or V.A.s get asked that kind of question and the answer wasn’t vague or “my fans are my type” people would start speculating if it’s someone in the same industry, or even getting jealous of some made-up guy or girl! Your fanbase wasn’t that toxic, it wasn’t like you got into the whole fanservice thing anyway, and your mods would be there to ban viewers if needed, but still! That question, it’s out of topic so you should avoid it!

Idia still turns up the volume, though. It’s not like he’s hoping for one type of answer or another, hope was an inherently biased ideal that set people up for disappointment, but then again he was already used to being disappointed whenever it took him more than three ten pulls to get the Limited SSR character he wanted, so…

He expected you to pull out an answer that was safe, like someone who will like me for who I am or someone tall and handsome or my favorite video game character because I have to stay loyal to my oshi, but you answered even safer than he thought.

“That’s a secret!” you laughed, but before Idia could figure out whether he was disappointed or satisfied with the answer you decided you had more to say. “Ah, speaking of type… maybe I’m overthinking, but the guy I liked… I just found out I wasn’t his type? Um, in the visual department at least.”

WHAT?! So much for trying to be safe! That answer was even worse than actually answering what your type was! A type was at least hypothetical, but actually admitting you had someone you liked? You might as well have told all your delusional fans they had no chance whatsoever! Your donations might decrease! Was that okay with you? Maybe all those overblot encounters turned you crazy!

And just who was this guy?! Did Idia know who he was? You definitely didn’t tell him anything about this!

You didn’t seem to think admitting it was that big of a deal, as if this was just another one of your daily stories and complaints, but your chat certainly thought it was a big deal— yeah there were some comments being nice about it and comforting you, and a bunch of disgusting losers whose accounts would probably be temp banned from the chatroom in a bit, but the reaction was the same as him— a resounding WHAT?!

Even two of your mods seemed surprised, if their messages were anything to go by!

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): eyo WHAT you keeping secrets from us now? this is the first i’m hearing this!!

[MOD] tamagoegg0603 (he/him): i mean i knew you liked someone but… you’re not his type?

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): right?? what the heck am i glad i’m online to mod because what is going on

Idia wasn’t born yesterday, so it’s obvious who your mods were— so yeah, maybe it was a given Ace and Deuce would know who you liked! Even though you were probably his closest friend, and that clearly wasn’t reciprocated, and that was whatever… wasn’t like he had much to say about normie love anyway… more importantly, your type did not have you as his type? Idia could be happy, of course, not that he was ever planning on making a move in the first place because that was just gross and rejection was even worse, but more than anything…

He was really pissed! The same feeling when someone on the forums said his favorite character was boring when clearly they carried the whole show on their backs and fulfilled every single niche anyone could ever want plus was the peak of visual design plus wasn’t just there to fill a spot or be mindless fanservice?! Hah? Whoever this was was clearly some one star fodder who didn’t know how to appreciate you, who was easily the best SSR… no… UR on campus that wasn’t a little meow meow or Ortho!

He could go lament later, now he was too busy being annoyed! Project be damned for now, he had something more important to deal with— which was joining the chat in anger… with his super secret account, duh. Yeah you knew he watched you, but he would actually never show you his face ever again if you ever found out his username.

You were busy trying to placate the chat, explaining that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, until another super chat arrived— one you were obligated to acknowledge.

“Thank you so much gasbossgirlkeepgatelight! They asked, ‘will you still keep liking him? Will you do anything to get him to like you?’... good question! Feelings will come and go naturally, so I’m not gonna do anything to stop it. As for getting him to like me…”

Another super chat popped up on screen.

“Oh, thank you for the sub hihoney! She asked, ‘you said it was something visual right? Is it what you wear? Because if it’s something else I’m going to throw hands-’ aha, yep, apparently he likes… um, basically a different aesthetic clothing wise. What can I even do about that?”

Nothing! Do nothing!

Everyone seemed to agree with Idia’s thoughts… almost everyone.

fineasandpherb (she/her): you could try impressing him wearing the clothes he usually likes?

HAH? Wear new clothes for some mob chara? A.K.A. CHANGE YOURSELF?! Sure, a limited time costume change for a popular five star character was almost always desirable, especially if the company wasn’t so stingy to put it behind a tiered paywall, but IRL? Not like this! And definitely not for someone who couldn’t appreciate it! He was very much an anti for this plan! Even if he did think it would be cute if you tried out all sorts of styles!

Thus, he began typing furiously on his keyboard, and sent out a super chat as well.

“Ah! Welcome back, NekuraSamurai! I don’t remember seeing you in my last stream,” he was there, just too busy to fully pay attention and participate in chat, “you don’t think I should change myself at all for anyone other than myself? That’s really sweet, thank you!”

abyssmage (he/him): bro its you again just give up already

abyssmage (he/him): you’re not gonna get a chance lmaooo

abyssmage (he/him): beta behavior

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): shut up and get banned, bitch

GG. Sometimes extroverts like Ace deserve rights after all.

“Ah, well, I wasn’t planning on changing myself or anything. That would be ridiculous!” you agreed, much to Idia’s relief, “although the aesthetic he likes is cute too! It’s this all black, emo, kind of edgy type of design… I kind of wonder if I can pull it off…”

Hah, even though he still thought the unknown guy was a total NPC, he could at least appreciate his taste. You probably would look cute in something like that, but he’d rather you try it for yourself than for someone else.

Eventually the chat calms down and he’s back to multitasking between listening to you talk and working, but now that he’s less heated he’s back to being… ugh, hating on the stupid chemical reactions in his brain that decided you just had to be his first love. After his whole spiel months ago about infatuated guys being useless!

“Ugh, being in love is so gross…”

ii. whoever invented double tap the screen to like can get sent to tartarus

Idia knew he was a pretty pessimistic guy, but this was a whole other arc he didn’t think he’d have to go through ever in his life— or at least in college. Shouldn’t he, as a student, just focus on his studies and spend the rest of his free time grinding through all the events in his numerous gacha games? Instead he was lying in his bed, scrolling through your social media as 1 Hour of Best Anime Sad Emotional and Sad Anime OST Mix - Sad Anime Music Collection played through his headphones.

What did that mean? It meant he, at least, didn’t feel pathetic enough to start curating his own playlist filled with the slowest, most painful songs from his favorite girl groups. The ready-made playlist was at least just instrumentals— if he actually started listening to songs while relating to the lyrics? It was game over for him.

Did he think he ever had a chance with you? No, and he certainly wasn’t going to do anything about it because he couldn’t bother you. He was more than aware that being with someone like him, with a guy who not only had his personality but his background too was… an overload of problems that were practically impossible to patch, but that wasn’t the point! He was still allowed to feel upset on his own, wasn’t he?

There were people out there who went crazy over their favorite voice actor, a person they didn’t even know, getting married, so he was going to internally cry in anguish over this without shame.

…okay, definitely a lot of shame because he wouldn’t want anyone to know, but whatever.

Just one hour, he told himself, one hour of moping and then he was going to be productive— meaning he was going to game all day and all night to distract himself. What was gaming if not the ultimate form of immersion and escapism?

That was how he found himself looking through your MagiCam— not the public one, he had already looked through that yesterday, but the private one you had strictly for your friends only.

Being considered your friend, not because you forced your way into becoming one but because you actually earned it… that kind of attitude was really… sure it left good feelings, but it also really, really irked him.

It was incredibly unfair— the fact that you were a total bias wrecker. It wasn’t just that you decided to completely destroy his perception of his ideal type, placing yourself higher on the tier list than any 2D wife or husband or unattainable idol, but the fact that you were just… extremely patient with him, and understanding of his introverted nature.

Even if just for a while he could stand to occupy the same space as you without being overcome with discomfort, and that meant a lot. He doesn’t know if you know that, but it does.

You certainly post more in private, half of them not even pictures of you but of your friends, ickle wickle Grim (he had to resist liking those), even a few pictures of the food you ate or something you bought recently.

That was such a normie thing to do, and that did not deserve to be as cute as he found it to be.

Then he came across another picture— just you, looking down at Grim as he took a nap on your lap, and he really just meant to click on it to zoom a little closer, but one click got registered as two… leading to a freak out.

HE LIKED THE POST, IN THE LITERAL SENSE. Not just any post either, but a post from, what, months ago? What kind of excuse could he even pull there? ‘Oh, I just happened to find this picture of you and Grim from months ago on my MagiCam homepage when you know I don’t really use it other than to follow the idols and live action actors I like, and seeing a post that old was impossible but-’

Yeah, sounded stupid!

Should he undo the like and hope you didn’t notice? Maybe you would think ‘ah, the notification said it got liked when it really wasn’t. Maybe there was a glitch?’

Yeah, no way you were that dumb. Maybe he could hack into your account and— no, he wanted to respect your privacy—

And then you sent a DM and oh no, oh no, may the gods up above (or below) help him because oh no what were you going to tell him? You were going to call him out, weren’t you? The timing was too coincidental not to be because of his mistake. Which meant he had two options— ignore you and your message and find himself another sad playlist to listen to, or…

Idia made sure his ‘show message read receipt’ option was turned off before hastily clicking on your private message. What he expected was you asking why he liked a photo from months ago, or maybe you had somehow realized his feelings for you and decided to let him know you knew, but instead, you sent him a picture… of Grim?

iii. five students realize the master of tactics might be an idiot in love

When Ace found out you liked Idia, that Idia, he laughed— a whole lot, actually. Funniest thing he’d heard in a while. Laughed at you and teased you for days on end. Deuce tried to get him to shut up even though he knew his rival was clearly shocked at the revelation too, not to mention Epel going “really?” with that country accent of his, plus Jack and Sebek trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke they didn’t understand.

Still, they were all your friends, so even with the choice they would support you if you ever decided you really wanted to go for him. He was still going to make fun of you every second of the way though, as long as Ortho wasn’t there in earshot.

Now that he thought about it, what was Ortho’s hearing range? What if he was already on Ortho’s bad side?

Oh well, life is short, and you only live once!

Fast forward a little later, he isn’t sure if he’s still laughing or if he’s internally crying. Maybe both? He was crying laughing emoji, as Cater would say.

“This is why people shouldn’t date while in school, they turn stupid,” Ace sighed, “look at what’s happened to our prefect.”

“You literally had a girlfriend in middle school,” Deuce pointed out. True, but not the point.

First, at least he actually got to the dating part— you were going insane over someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. Yes, yet, he believed that you could get him, could you believe that? Two, even if he did do stupid things while in a relationship he was younger back then, and stupid kids did stupid things all the time.

“At least I can actually pull some,” he retorted, “not like you. Our prefect, meanwhile…”

Again, he believed you could get the most introverted of the dorm leaders to date you. Why? Because your unrequited love was clearly requited, idiot!

Even Sebek, the newest addition to their group, their resident human hater (or tolerator now, so he guessed), the guy who spent most of his time thinking about Malleus that he probably never thought about romance before, even that Sebek was able to tell whatever was going on between you and Idia was definitely not purely platonic!

And it was driving them all crazy. Maybe him and Deuce more than the other three, Grim certainly wasn’t that bothered by it, but Ace was making sure your love life, or lack thereof, was going to be a group bonding activity.

“You’ve been playing that song on repeat,” Jack said, casually lowering the volume from your phone.

“The song’s getting stuck in my head… It’s like we’re in VDC all over again,” Epel complained, and Ace had to agree. Did you know how long it took to get that song out of his head? You weren’t going to get a new one in there, no way!

“Ah, hold on, let’s change the song.”

From the corner of his eye he could see Jack sigh in relief, only to put his head in his hands as he realized it was going to be another song from the same group. It wasn’t that the vocals were bad, it was pretty good actually, but what were you doing, trying to convert them with you?

“You said you weren’t going to do anything about your crush, so what the hell are you doin’ now?” Epel seemed to agree with him, “I swear you don’t listen to anything else other than Moray whatever these days.”

“Every morning we listen to nothing but No Rice,” Grim grumbled, finally piping in the conversation instead of chowing down food, “but breakfast’s been really good lately, so the Great Grim forgives his human servant!”

The nights he could get, but the mornings?

“They’re called The Moirai Of The Cliffs! Moirai, not Moray, not No Rice!” Wow, look at you go, summoning your inner Idia. Power of love, honestly. Maybe you were more genuinely into this group that he thought. “Plus, it’s not like I’m changing anything about myself. I’m just checking out something he’s also interested in.”

“And then somehow got yourself accidentally addicted to their songs?” you looked at Deuce, torn between enjoying the music and looking kind of pitiful.

“Yeah… Why do they have to be so good? This is so annoying! But I’m totally a fan now!”

Oh he bet it was annoying alright. After that whole not his type debacle from the stream, he and Deuce decided to confront you about it— with a confused Jack, Epel, and Sebek in tow because ‘this is a family emergency!’ or whatever he actually said to get them to come to Ramshackle. There, you explained that you could never be his type because of Idia’s favorite idol group of all things.

Admittedly he didn’t take your plight too seriously because he knew Idia certainly liked you back, maybe even liked you before you liked him. The others at least tried to comfort you in their own incredibly awkward ways (Deuce tried to get you something to drink, Sebek offered to ask advice from Lilia for you), but they all failed because they were hopeless and had no experience in love.

At the end of their impromptu ambush, they all decided leaving you to do as you wanted would be better than actively doing something to help you. The thread of fate would find a way to bind you two together anyway… Great Seven, now all your Moirai listening got him talking like them!

Epel, ever the fighter, was in the middle of trying to slip literally any other song, even just for a little bit, before everyone in the room got distracted by a sudden notification alert.

Just too bad for you the Pomefiore student was holding your phone, because the boy decided to declare what it was out loud, smugness evident into his voice.

“Idia liked the prefect’s photo on MagiCam! Let’s see which one…”

It was a tight fit, but everyone decided to crowd around your cell phone— you, Grim, and Epel directly in front, him and Deuce at the sides, and Sebek and Jack peering from behind.

“I took that photo, right?” Jack asked, despite already knowing the answer, “that was months ago, even before the whole Azul overblot thing.”

Holy shit, Ace thought to himself, Idia was just as pathetic as you. That was kind of poetic in its own way, wasn’t it?

“That’s… that’s just sad,” Deuce said, echoing his thoughts, “might be more sad than you, prefect. Sorry.”

“He’s really that obvious, huh,” the beastman said in agreement.

“This is why I didn’t believe you when you said you’re not his type,” Sebek shook his head, looking like he just wanted you and Ignihyde’s Dorm Leader to just get together already. Surprising, because the guy voiced his concerns about romance getting in the way of studies before. “The evidence is in front of you, human. How can you not see it?”

That’s right! Let’s all gang up on the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect! Bullying with love, of course, but still absolutely deserved! That had to be one of his favorite group activities lately, just second to trying to rile up and best Deuce in everything.

You didn’t seem that excited at the revelation though, despite looking a little flustered, “hmm… I mean, I swear I look nicer in other photos,” you muttered, “I think… I think he might have liked it because Grim was there.”

“Are you serious?” Ace isn’t even sure who said it. Could have been him, could have been Grim, could have been one of the other four— hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if some ghosts who were eavesdropping had enough and decided to voice their complaints.

“Epel, look at the prefect’s feed from newest to oldest.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

Yeah, just like he thought. That photo was so, so down the page that Idia would have to deliberately scroll down your entire feed just to find that photo. Plus, there were a lot of Grim-only photos too, so he could have liked one of those instead, couldn’t he?

“Grim isn’t even the focus of the photo,” Jack explained, almost exasperatedly, “why do you think Idia liked it for him?”

“Because he really likes Grim, duh.”

Was it even density at this point? At this point you just had to be denying everything because you couldn’t wrap your head around him actually liking you back. Or maybe neither of you wanted to make the first move so you were just going to deny it to death.

“Hah,” Epel clearly has had enough, and Ace wholeheartedly supported that, go Epel! “The one he really likes is you, ya idiot!”

You chose to ignore it, even though you looked a little flushed at having been called out.

“Give me my phone. I’ll DM him.”

See, Ace, and maybe all of them would have applauded you if you didn’t decide to start the conversation by taking a picture of Grim, without you in the same shot! That was just giving Idia a free pass from his social media stalking because you decided to make up an excuse for him!

“At least the prefect’s having fun talking about… whatever they’re talking about.” At the sight of your growing smile Deuce let out a sigh, before lying down on the floor in mental exhaustion.

“They’ll figure it out… I think,” Epel, MVP of the day, said as he slumped against a wall. Jack and Sebek promptly joined him, looking just as tired.

Right, Ace thought you two would so there wasn’t really a need for them to meddle… he hoped.

iv. nope they just gave up they were going to meddle

Sebek was going to have a migraine, one that no potion or spell was going to fix.

When he, as Master Lilia liked to say, got adopted into a circle of friends composed mostly of humans, he didn’t think it would be that bad. Messy, sure, troublesome, sure, but not really headache-inducing— but it’s incredible how all of you really wanted to prove that idea wrong.

See, it was one thing to deal with you and your unrequited love that wasn’t actually unrequited after all— who did you think you are, a protagonist from a novel? Watching everything unfold was so stressful, like waiting for the inevitable— and it was another thing dealing with the rest of the group, the group that just gave up on you ever making the first move, and Ignihyde’s Dorm Leader ever making a move— like, any at all.

Sebek just doesn’t understand why he has to take part in whatever this stupid plan was. He doesn’t even understand how it’s supposed to get you and Idia together.

He also doesn’t understand why this all had to be done in his bedroom.

“Okay, I made the account already,” he went along with it anyway, “and I got the madol Ace transferred to me. How is this going to work again?”

“Let me see,” Ace took his phone and groaned immediately. “Sebek, what the hell dude, change your username. The prefect will know it’s you.”

“What’s wrong with wakasamaisthe-”

“Don’t even finish that. I didn’t even know usernames could be so long,” Ace cast a glance at the portrait of his Young Master on the wall, just for a moment, before looking away to fiddle with something in the settings, changing it to something… actually a lot more inconspicuous than he thought. “We’ll be valleyofthorns12345, just an average viewer with no hidden intentions whatsoever.”

“I still don’t know if we should be doing this…” Jack said. He was currently the most sensible of the bunch aside from himself, but just as easily dragged into everything so everyone knew he wasn’t going to do anything to stop Ace and Deuce’s antics. Maybe he just gave up after a while, or maybe he knew the pair was unstoppable.

Grim, who knew about the plan but was in Ramshackle with you, seemed to get it in his head that his human dating Idia would mean he would get treated to even better food (based on what he’s heard about the third year, that was a fair assumption to make) so he was extremely supportive, and Epel… Epel just liked watching the chaos unfold, as far as Sebek could tell.

Was human romance really so simple and yet so complex? Did everyone, including the friends of the love interest, really have to be that involved in the relationship?

“Wait… how do we know when to send it?” Deuce asked, “what if Idia isn’t watching?”

“Doubt it, that guy’s always on the stream, like even when you think he isn’t he suddenly makes a donation or replies in the chat.”

“Then maybe we should wait for him to chat first so we could be sure about it. Madol is madol no matter how small.”

“Hah? It’s not like we won’t get it back— we don’t mod the stream for free, remember? Our Mostro Lounge drinks funds had to have come from somewhere,” Ace explained in the midst of typing up the message. “Plus we can’t wait that long either. Sometimes he just pops up near the end of the stream, and then what?”

Alright, now Ace and Deuce were fighting again, but at least it was with you in mind. It would take a few more minutes until actual logical comments turned into simply egging each other on. As for everyone else…

Personally, he just wanted to get this over with, and to shoo everyone out of his room so he could get back to his duties. He looked over at Epel, who was watching the two Heartslabyul students eagerly, as if waiting for something to happen. Alright, one-for-one. Jack, meanwhile… looked like he was tired of Ace and Deuce making a ruckus as well. Alright, two-for-one in his favor.

Sebek took back his phone, which slipped quite easily from Ace’s hands, proofread the message, and sent it.

Ace and Deuce looked at him like they couldn’t believe he had just done that without them having made a decision. Did they forget it was his phone and email address?

“Oi, shut up, the message just came up on stream,” Jack said, stopping any possible bickering from even starting as, once again, all of them huddled over a phone, watching with anticipation.

“Oh, is this a new viewer? Welcome valleyofthorns12345, thank you for the super chat! Let’s see… he said, ‘sorry if this is impolite, but two streams ago you said the guy you liked didn’t have you as his type. How did you even find out his type in the first place? I don’t think that kind of topic has ever popped up in conversations for me, haha’,” he would give Ace credit where credit was due, because the way that message was typed it would be difficult to think it was any of the five of them.

“It’s fine, it’s not a problem for me at all!” a little hard to believe you were the same person who complained to them about how your love was never going to happen, but sure. “Are any of you aware of the idol group The Moirai Of The Cliffs? The guy I like… they’re his ult group!”

Wow, you really had no restraint in admitting that.

“This guy had merchandise, posters, photographs… he said he liked their clothes, too… and their voices… and just about everything. Basically, that was his ideal type, according to his tier list, and then I sort of realized I was not going to be able to compare at all.”

“Holy crap, look at the chat,” as Epel said, the chat decided to explode.

threefates (fae/faer): GAKEMO??? GOOD TASTE GOOD TASTE

grimmymeowmeow (she/her): do you know either idol groups? what about MAMAMEOW? Morning Musumeow?

abyssmagealt (he/him): gakemo? Aren’t they super old lol

“Hey, didn’t we just ban that guy? Do we have to ban him again?” Deuce muttered to Ace, who simply shrugged, a little too invested in what you were saying.

“DON’T CALL THE GIRLS THAT! Who cares about their ages if they’re good at performing, huh?”

Wow, again, you really did not care. The effect that group had on you and, allegedly, Idia was quite bizarre.

“Honestly I tried getting into it to see why he was so hyped about it… but ah, I really can’t hold a candle to them! Recently, I’ve been tempted to buy clothes similar to theirs just because I like their music so much… I think I’ve been totally converted? As sad as it is for me, I think I accept my loss? If we can’t be together, we’ll cheer them on together!”

You continued talking about the group, the songs you liked, who you thought your favorite was, and Sebek… wasn’t sure if this was helpful at all. How was this supposed to help you finally get together with Idia?

That was, until a few minutes later you looked up away from the screen, excusing yourself as you talked to someone by your bedroom door. He couldn’t see who it was, but you said a name, and if he heard right, that name was—

“Ortho,” Ace said, cackling like a madman, “holy shit, Ortho went to visit Ramshackle! You know what this means!”

“Either Ortho was watching the stream with him and got as fed up as us,” Deuce deduced, “or Idia personally sent him to fetch the prefect.”

Whichever one it was, it looked like it was definitely one of the Shroud’s doing with how frazzled you suddenly looked.

“Um, sorry everyone, quick emergency! I have to end the stream right now! I’m so sorry, I’ll record the shout outs either later, or go through them at the start of my next stream! Thank you, bye bye!”

Just like that the stream had ended abruptly. All five boys looked at each other, kind of in awe.

“I can’t believe that actually worked.”

v. the vibes shift, and it's about time they started talking

Idia… was taking a long time to process the information he had just received. A small part of him, the very pessimistic side, still thought it was all just a coincidence, a very cruel joke on him by someone up there, maybe a curse or something. He wouldn’t be too surprised.

He was going to take his chances though, because did you really know that many people who were extremely into Gakemo to the point that they had merchandise? To deny that it was him would be denying that he was the biggest Gakemo fan you knew, and that was an insult to him!

On the other hand, that would mean he was the guy you were interested in, and that was just… really difficult to accept, because why? It was easy to love you once he actually put some effort into getting to know you, and people would believe him if he said he did, but to have you return his feelings? To imply that you liked him, wasn’t that just an insult to you?

“Why would you even…” he muttered to himself, trying to find some good in himself that wasn’t how good he was at video games, or how well he memorized all of Gakemo’s songs, or how he was able to full clear all the routes in the dating sims he had played. In the face of an IRL person, one he liked, he could hardly say those were his best traits, even though they were the only ones he could name.

Just thinking about it made him feel empty inside.

“Big Brother is…” Ortho sounded like he was going to try reassuring him, like he tended to do so, but the boy surprised him by trailing off from his original thoughts completely. “I’ll leave Big Brother alone for a while!”

Honestly Idia was fine with that. It would be kind of sad if Ortho had to continue to witness him as he was now… not that it would be the first time, but he’d rather not show more of that side of him. Instead, he found himself listening to you talk more on stream, stuck between finding comfort in your voice and overthinking every little thing you said.

He’d made fun of Azul in regards to that, some time ago, but here he was just as clueless of what to do.

If he really was the guy you liked, then that would mean you got into his favorite idol group for him, wouldn’t it? Doing that… for a shut-in, nerd, otaku lowlife…

“Hmm? Or…? What are…” it was incredibly soft, he could see the chat trying to figure out what you were saying, but he had heard enough and filled in the blanks. Ortho had gone to see you, and more importantly, sought you out to bring you to him.

As soon as the stream ended Idia found himself sitting upright for once, as if to convince himself to take some time to prepare himself because Ortho would bring you to his room. How much time did he have… ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? He cleaned up a little, mostly his chair and bed in case you wanted to sit somewhere, but didn’t bother with much of anything else— you’ve seen how much of a mess he could be in his room previously.

No, what was more important was what he would even ask you. If you felt the same way about him that he did for you? If you’ve known his feelings all this time? If you were just trying to be nice? If you were actually an incredibly cruel being playing a sick prank on him?

When you appear in front of him, the two of you standing near the door and fidgeting in place, he still doesn’t know what to say; neither do you, it seems. Whatever confidence you had when you were streaming, the one you showed when you formulated strategies and tactics on the spot… all of that seemed to be gone. Idia couldn’t tell if he was glad he wasn’t the only one nervous, or if he wished either one of you had enough confidence to start the conversation already, and end the awkward silence.

“Umm…”

“Ah, I-I…”

Was this it? The extent of how much you two would be able to talk today? Even though he had so much going on in his head… actually saying it out loud was a whole other ordeal… it would be so much better if he just had some dialogue options he could choose from— at least with three or four options it’d be a little easy to distinguish which one was correct, which would lead him to the best route possible. He had neither that nor a walkthrough, though, so he was just going to have to go into this blind.

“Umm… Idia,” you began slowly, and when Idia gained the courage to look up at you he learned you were avoiding his gaze, “we don’t have to talk about this now, Ortho made it kind of sudden for the both of us. We can always just… push this back?”

When you said that, Idia had realized you were likely being considerate of him again, you always did your best to be, but what had he ever done on the same level for you? Do you know the extent to which he appreciated your presence in his lonely life?

Probably not, because if his assumptions were right and you truly liked him, liked him the way he liked you, then he might actually understand why you thought you weren’t his type even though the truth told otherwise. In fact, having thought about it again, his earlier claim might have been wrong—

objectively, it was easier to believe that you liked him, as crazy as it was to think about, than to believe he liked you because he had never conveyed his feelings other than in private, supporting you behind the scenes when you didn’t even seem to know he was there.

There was a thin line between friendship and love, the danger zone as one would say, and it was difficult to know which side the two of you would fall under without actually talking about it.

Talking face-to-face always made Idia feel anxious, like disappearing into the abyss to never be seen again, but all the negativity inside of him… he was going to overcome it, just this once, because talking with you right now was important, and he didn’t know if he’d get the same chance again.

“N-no, I want to… we should talk about it.”

“Oh! Then… go ahead.”

Idia took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and trying to find the words to say. To tell you he liked you right away… if he were on the receiving end, he might not believe it, so he had to prove it somehow.

“When you… the guy you said you liked. Is… could you confirm that it’s me?”

It was excruciating, waiting for you to answer, but when you nodded your head and told him he was right, he let out a shaky exhale of breath. That… that was one part completed. He wasn’t going to ask you to prove it to him, but he, on the other hand… he felt that compared to you, he still had something to prove.

“Thank you… and I’m sorry,” you seemed to flinch at his words, and Idia quickly realized his mistake, “no, ugh… how do I… you… the thing with the type…”

For the life of him he couldn’t quite figure out how to tell you that you were his type, that beyond his type you were someone he had feelings for, and he found himself fearing that you would misinterpret each and every word and think he was rejecting you or that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but then he spots your hand near his, not quite touching so you wouldn’t surprise him, but hovering as if to tell him you were still listening, that the two of you were still okay.

“Things like 2D characters and idols… you shouldn’t compare yourself to them. The feelings I get from liking them are different from… it’s just different with you.”

“Different?”

“Different because it’s new,” he explained, “because it isn’t always good. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable, like it’s harder to breathe around you, even though you always try to be respectful about my boundaries… and it’s distracting, reading manga and immediately thinking you might enjoy it… and it really, really sucked when you said you had someone you liked, and I thought it couldn’t have been me, because there was no way I could deserve someone like you, could bring someone like you into my life.”

“Idia…”

“It’s a lot more complicated than I thought, liking someone you know, someone who knows you too… But I don’t hate it either— me liking you, and you liking me… I think… there’s a lot to get used to… but if you think… if you’re okay with me, I’ll do my best to prove what I really feel.”

Hah… he had finally said it. Everything he needed to say. He didn’t know if he was able to convey everything to you properly, but he hoped you at least understood that he wasn’t faking it, that his feelings for you were very much real even though…

“Idia, could I?” you were looking at his hands again, and it was only then Idia realized they were shaking, as if all his nerves had transferred to the tips of his fingers.

“G-go ahead.”

Your touch was soft, not necessarily in texture but in action— a gentle carefulness like you weren’t just trying to soothe him, but telling him as well that his message to you was properly received.

“So what are we now?”

“I… didn’t even think I’d get this far…” Idia hadn’t really thought this far out in his plan. Sure, he’s thought about dating you before, but those were unrealistic fantasies based on fictional media and this was the real deal. If you asked him any more, he didn’t think he’d even be able to answer with how much energy he had already used up from confessing, saying everything in one go.

“But… if we start dating… Please don’t expect me to go outside, or expect me to talk to all of your friends, or-”

“I won’t push you into doing anything you don’t want to… but it’d be nice if you visited me in Ramshackle sometime. It can just be you, and me, and maybe Grim and Ortho too.”

Ramshackle. With you, your not-quite-a-cat, him, and his brother. He could imagine it would be a little noisy, especially knowing Ortho would want to play with everyone, and maybe Grim would cause a disturbance here and there, but even though it wasn’t the same as the comforts of his room he figured it might be nice.

The feeling of happiness… Was he, Idia Shroud, allowed to feel it? To get attached to someone 3D was dangerous enough, but to be with him…

“Okay,” he replied slowly, allowing himself to squeeze your fingers back, “I’ll… I’ll try my best for you.”

Idia still didn’t think he had much to offer you… but his best, that much you deserved, and that much he would give.

Started talking to some boy, now im all red and giggly whenever i talk to him and suddenly i don’t wanna be pinned down and fucked i wanna be kissed gently while we’re dancing in the rain

what if... what if i just dress Nanami up and peg him, just a thought..

Voice lines just came out today

Alucard Call of Duty

Get censored by Seras 💗

god i love him like bro is just majestic 😮‍💨🫶🏾

ryoumen sukuna ☆ episode 39

ME NEXT 🤭🩰❤️✨

Though you have managed to pique my interest. So I'll fight you with your own specialty... Oh? I thought it was well-known, but I suppose you wouldn't know, cursed spirit. Don't worry. I won't do anything petty like revealing my technique. Arm yourself. Let's have a contest of firepower.

ya know what imma just-

Suguru.. i am WEAK

; eye doc: move your head. Okay ?? Look at that wall. * literally blasts the sun into my eyes * STOP BLINKING YOU BITCH * if light was an instrument my ears would be in a morgue * now can you read this !?? READ IT FUCKER

; me: * intense sobbing * I COULDN'T SEE ANYWAYS NOW I CAN SEE LESS ASSHOLEEHZGZVZ

; eye doc: PATHETICCCC !!! * shifty shifty * YOU SHOULD'VE NEVER COME HERE, YOUR FATE WAS TO FAIL AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO WIN !!!

We need to discuss the way Alex talks about Danai. He always sounds so in awe of her. He’s like fanon Attuma come to life. I’m so glad Danai got him as her “dance partner”.

hello >:)

Meow meow meow meow

I am a slut for nobody 😤😤😤

...

Just kidding

It's really hard to explain what I mean but yknow that moment in the show where the protagonist realises who is pulling all the strings and it all clicks into place. But it implicates their companion in the process? And they turn around to tell their companion about their revelation and the shot changes and you can just see the companion is already 5 steps ahead of them. They're got this knowing look and a smarmy smile on their face. And before the protagonist even gets to speak they have a silent moment of "we both know what we know." LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE TYPE OF VILLAIN REVEAL.

all better now

kind of a sequel to this

tilly the god au ep 1 (part 2 of 4)

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This is me seeing an opportunity to draw ddvau some fanart and taking it :p

Cute guy gif that took like 4 hours :/

And a Hotguy doodle that I (very professionally) multitasked while eating because making that gif took all my energy lol

Ddvau is an amazing comic by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11! If you haven’t already, go give it a read! :D