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hii! I have one ready in the drafts but I'll be posting it when at the end of this week when I finish my in-ho and salesman fic!

currently, you can access all my fics with the tag #wqnsho.writes :>

hello!! dropping by to say that your writing is so welllllll written!!! excited to read more fics from you >_<

thank youu!! if you have any specific fics in mind (maybe from other fandoms too jic i also watch them) feel free to lmk <3

No. 7 from the fanfic troupes with Dazai pls 🙏✨

Everytime I think of the roommate trope I think of vine lmao. Reader is gender neutral!

Update: I was suppose to post this last night and I passed out instead my bad yall 😭😭😭

CW: minor language, mentions of suicide (cause it’s Dazai) but nothing graphic is mentioned

“And They Were Roommates” Trope with Dazai!

Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖

Your roommate was… very eccentric, to say the least. That was the nicest way you could put it.

He’s a horrible cook, he uses almost the whole bottle of detergent and doesn’t tell you, takes forever in the bathroom, and you have caught him on more than one occasion trying some new concoction or method to try and leave this world (which scared the hell out of you at first, but now you just scold him for wasting money and out of concern for his mental state).

But he does pay his share of rent and bills on time, he offers to share his bottle of alcohol with you, he’s somehow always find a way to make you crack a smile even when he knows that you’re irritated. He’s made it more…lively here. From your experiences of having past roommates, he’s been the best one you had which is very surprising. Does he have moments that make you very tempted to smother him with his pillow (which he would encourage no doubt)? Of course. But then you think about how fun your life has been recently and how you can’t picture living with anyone else, and the thought goes away.

But something changed recently. You started to notice more about him.

How contagious his genuine laugh was, how the simplest touch made your heart race, how much butterflies you get in your stomach just hearing him say your name- the list could go on and on honestly. You weren’t expecting this arrangement to be like this when you agreed for him to move in- just another body that’s here to find a cheap place to live and that’s it. That was until he came and introduced you to something new, something refreshing, and you weren’t mad that you were proven wrong for once.

The prank wars, unplanned movie nights, late night talks that left you both vulnerable- it was all so refreshing and he helped you welcome it all in. What started out as a business agreement with strangers came to bloom something beautiful between you two, something special. You were smiling a lot more these days because of him, and it made you feel so light inside. It was like you guys were already a couple and-

Then you realized what was happening and your heart sank.

“Oh no.”

“Hm? Everything okay?”

And your situation was only worsening when you heard Dazai’s voice, and you choked when you saw how close he was (he still didn’t understand the concept of personal space). He looked curious and he wouldn’t stop leaning in-

“IgottagoBYE!”

He moved back when you rushed to your room and slammed the door. And you lost count of how many times you screamed into your pillow that night.

Before you made what is possibly the worst decision of your life, you did the responsible thing as an adult- and hid yourself away until you were convinced that your feelings were just temporary. Except that they never went away, and only grew stronger. But just as they grew, so did your pain- you’ve been distancing yourself from him until you get your head together. You can’t fall in love with him, he’s your roommate! Getting your heart broken and then having to live together was a nightmare that you’ve seen come true too many times, and that was not a risk you were willing to take. You weren’t even planning on being this close with him to begin with!

Besides, you doubt that he would even look at you the same way. If anything, you would just be wasting his time, so why not save yourself the heartache now? You weren’t in middle school anymore, you didn’t have time for fleeting crushes. You’re an adult now that has to face the reality that the advice to follow your heart doesn’t always work and that’s okay. It’s time to wake up from this little fantasy and get back into the real world. Just keep acting like everything is normal, like nothing is wrong, like you’re not falling in deeper and deeper each day, and everything will turn out fine.

—

Everything is not turning out fine.

You and Dazai are just roommates- yep. Just roommates. It wasn’t uncommon for roommates to be laying on each other when watching a movie. Nope, it’s totally common to do this between friends.

And it’s not weird for how he pulled you into a random dance, gliding and holding you in his arms so gentle. He’s just messing with you like always, even if you haven’t laughed like this in a while and didn’t want it to end.

It’s definitely not out of place for what you hear through the walls too. The walls are paper thin, so of course you would hear some of the things he said (but the way your heart felt like it was going to give out at any second when you swear that you heard your name escape from his lips among other things). All normal in your eyes- YEP HAHA. Totally no romantic feelings involved, NOPE.

How you got roped into drinking with him after coming in so late from work still remained a mystery.

Drinking with Dazai wasn’t uncommon, and he already shuffled you to the table and into a chair and poured you a glass before you could even open your mouth. And honestly, you needed the drink to somewhat drown out the troubles of work and your love life. He knew what he was doing- he wasn’t sneaky in getting your favorite brand either. Sly bastard.

The warmth was already soaking into your body from your first glass. It felt nice to chat with him like this, with no stress hanging over your head (at least for the time being anyway). It’s easy to forget about your worries when you’re with him, and alcohol doesn’t even have to be included.

“What is it with you and bothering that Kunikida guy?”

“Can you blame me? It’s free entertainment! You would do it too if you could see how he reacts. It never fails in making my day less boring.” He poured more into your cup, then propped his head on his arm. “One day I’ll take you to the agency so you could see for yourself.”

“Mhm, sure. Looking forward to it.” You sipped on your drink, feeling the tingling sensation in your throat. Glancing at the clock, you saw how late it was getting. Standing up and stretching, you thought it was time to make your leave before you let something slip out that you don’t mean to say, “Well alright. I stayed up past my bedtime, and my bed is calling my name. Try not to stay up too late tonight, okay?”

“Ah, still so caring, even when I don’t deserve it.” He swirled his glass around. “And leaving me so soon? The night is still so young, and there’s still so much I want to talk with you about.”

“Like what? What new ideas you’re gonna torment your coworker with?” You chuckled.

“No, about us.”

That caused you to freeze. You almost choked on your spit, and you’re grateful that you’re faced away from him. “Us?” You gulped. “What is- what is there to talk about?”

“A lot if you would give me the time. There’s so much to say about us.”

“I mean- not really. We’re just roommates, that’s all.”

The silence in the room grew that came after was damning.

“Just roommates?” You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and meet his eyes, and you could just feel his own burning into your skin. “Really? Nothing else?”

“I mean we’re friends too- yeah. Just- roommates that became friends. Yeah, roommates turned into friends turned into BFFs. That’s what I would call it. Just really close roommates/friends.” Keep your head together, don’t ramble, don’t ramble-

“I see.” And it was quiet after that, and you are trying your best not to squirm. Why did you have to make this so awkward. You turned around and gave him a quick wave, taking increasing steps backwards to your room. “Well, it’s really late so I’ll see in the morning Dazai-“

“Then I haven’t been very clear with you then.”

You did choke on your spit at that moment. “…huh? I don’t- I don’t understand.”

When he placed his glass down and stood up, you just stood there mouth agape. When he made his way to you, you were convinced that you were going to collapse at any second. You weren’t drunk, you’re still coherent enough to know what’s going on, to know how close he was getting- you should’ve made the move to push him away. But how could you when it felt so nice to link your hands together with his? So right?

The look he’s giving you- it’s so soft. His chestnut orbs have this affectionate glow to it, one that made you think you were dreaming, that this couldn’t be happening. You wanted to sink into his touch, you wanted to bolt back to your room, you didn’t want this moment to end- your emotions were all over the place.

“You don’t have to feign ignorance you know. The walls aren’t exactly thick, and I must say- if the last thing I heard was my name falling from your lips, I would die a happy man, especially knowing that my affections were returned.”

“Returned?” You said in a small voice.

Dazai just laughed again, and leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. “Why of course. I would be a fool to deny them, and a bigger one to let you slip away.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and your heart soared at his words. But the little doubt in the back of your head had you second guessing.

But what if I mess this up? What if I lose you?

“You won’t. If anything, I’m the one who should be concerned about losing you.” His hand caressed your cheek. You flinched- you didn’t mean to say that out loud!

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, but he titled your chin up to do so anyway. “I’m more than willing to take the chance. To have you in my arms before I leave this world is a chance I will always take if you allow me to.” When his eyes flickered between your own down to your lips, you closed the distance and hoped that you didn’t come to regret it.

And as time passed, you didn’t come to regret anything at all.

fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

I beg you to write something about Sae-Byeok or The Salesman. Your just so talented. I’m obssessed.

hii !! i have a salesman fic up and going :) borderline nsfw, but no actual intercourse. it's not my best work but I'll be posting more in the future !

tysm for the interest :) feel free to lmk if you want to get tagged!

Can I please have a maybe headcanons, frontman meets the reader, who is an ordinary, unremarkable person, but he likes them? (Note: The action takes place OUTSIDE of his games....)

hii!! request granted!

read it here ༊*·˚

hopefully it was to your liking, tysm for the support!

Hi I'm wondering if your requests are open but can I request a scenario with Ryusui who is constantly rejected by the reader ? & thank you ! XD

okay i absolutely adored this request and went in with the intention of trying to write comedy and accidentally make it slightly angsty??!!! (happy ending though i promise.) admittedly i found this surprisingly challenging to write- i've said before that i'm not very confident with my characterization of ryusui and that's probably pretty evident in this oneshot, but nevertheless i hope you still enjoy!

synopsis: he desires everything, including you--and it makes you nervous.

warnings: manga spoilers!! beware, as i said some angst but happy ending :)

word count: 2.2k

note: it's almost 2am and i reeeallly wanted to get this out so its poorly edited as always. might come back later with a fresh mind

You didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back.

Before the two of you became friends, you were certain that Ryusui Nanami was one of the most insufferable people you’ve ever met, always on about desire this and desire that. His arrogance infuriated you. ‘How is anyone supposed to work with this guy?’ you would think to yourself. Over time however, you realized that beneath his selfish and sometimes harsh exterior, Ryusui is a caring guy with a lot of ambition and determination who genuinely loves people and what the world has to offer. In some ways, you could relate to his way of thinking, but it didn’t make his overbearing desires and booming voice any less irritating.

The two of you eventually became decent friends through the work you put into building the Perseus, and even closer friends through your adventures together with the rest of the crew. But something you found strange about your relationship with Ryusui was that, even though you disliked him quite a bit when the two of you were mere strangers, he’s always liked you. 

This shouldn’t be too weird; as said, Ryusui loves people. No matter who they are or how long he’s known them, Ryusui can always find something to like about someone, which you couldn’t help but respect about him from the beginning. But Ryusui always presented his desires for a person in a way that was seen as admiration and awe of them. While he presented his desire to want you in this way as well, he later also started presenting his desire for you in a romantic way you observed he didn’t desire anyone else. 

At some point, Ryusui Nanami realized that he desired you as a romantic partner. What caught you off guard one day was the fact that he told you. 

This weird proclamation came from him when you confronted his bold and “special” treatment toward you. He often offered you heaps of Drago for the most trivial things you did, claiming they were worthy of the money he bestowed upon you. He encouraged you to use the money to buy an outfit you had eyed from Senku’s department store or some cotton candy, occasionally even making purchases for you. He’d invite you to bask in his luxuries together, setting up a chair for you beside him with members of the Kingdom of Science feeding and cooling you down after a hard day's work. If there was something you had mentioned you wanted, or hell, even liked or loved, Ryusui would take a mental note of it and look for ways to obtain it. Flowers by a hillside you thought were pretty? A bouquet will show up by your tent. Mumbling out loud about how you could use some fresh tools? An assortment of polished ones will be gifted to you by Ryusui himself. You were confused and taken aback by the sudden affection, and blunt as ever, Ryusui responded “In truth, Y/N, I desire you as my partner, and I want you by my side!”

Ryusui desires the Earth, heavens and seas. He seemingly wants every conceivable item, skill and trait, and he isn’t shy about these bold desires; he never has been. So even though this proclamation was no different than the rest, it still surprised you just the same. He wanted you as a partner? 

And so that’s what led to your current dilemma: you didn’t know what it would take to get Ryusui off your back. 

You’ve heard from Minami about how Ryusui was rarely seen without the company of a beautiful girl. He was constantly around them and dubbed a playboy by the media before the petrification. No way he’s loyal. 

“What can I tell you; I love everyone! But in this day and age, I love you, and only you--romantically.”

Sure, you two knew each other a fair amount, but you’ve still only just met. Plus, you have an important mission ahead of the two of you. Won’t a relationship interfere with that?

“Then let me get to know you more, Y/N. I want you to be mine. No journey or grueling mission will change that.” 

And when Ryusui Nanami desires something, he’s determined to obtain it or make it come to fruition. But you were still reluctant, and so you turned him down.

Every attempt at flirting was shut down, every date offer was rejected, and gifts were either politely returned or hesitantly kept because of Ryusui's insistence. All these failures would surely have the average person give it up and get over the rejection. But this was Ryusui Nanami, and he was confident that you just needed time to come around. 

With the help of Francois, Ryusui went full out trying to win you over. He asked Francois to make you your favorite foods, he complimented you frequently, whether it was your appearance, a thought you shared or something you did, and in small ways looked after you.

There were many times when you really were in awe of him. He always did his best to look out for you, in and out battle, sometimes even preventing you from sustaining major injuries or helping you recuperate after you take on too much work.

But then he’d open his mouth and say something like “after all this is done, we should wind down in my quarters” and you’d scoff and move away from him while he'd either laugh or stare at you with a small frown. When you’re struggling with something, he’s always quick to be the first one to come to your aid, and yeah, you notice how he takes every chance he gets to stand obnoxiously close to you.

However, Ryusui never takes his antics too far. As soon as you shoot him a dirty look, he's inches away from you and putting his hands up in mock surrender. He’s not focusing all his attention on trying to win you over; after all, you two are a part of the Perseus crew for good reason. But any chance Ryusui gets to charm you, he’ll take. 

-

“I clean up nice, am I wrong, Y/N?” 

When it came down to deciding what route to take to America, while you understood the realistic approach Ryusui wanted to take, you agreed with Senku’s more logical plan of action. What you didn’t expect was a game of poker to be initiated in order to decide who’s plan will be executed. 

“I’m hurt you’re siding with Senku on this one, but you’ll thank me for saving you from the burden of Senku’s route once I win.” Ryusui seemed to have the utmost confidence that he’d reign victorious with Gen Asagiri, the master of trickery and deceit, on his side, but you had to suppress your smile when his jaw dropped as Kohaku seated herself beside Senku. With Kohaku’s sharp eyes, she’d be able to spot and put a stop to any dirty moves Gen tries to pull. A tense game ensued, and your gaze shifted between eyeing Ryusui and Gen’s wicked grins and Senku and Kohaku’s skeptical expressions. In the end, as you had predicted, Senku had won the game, which meant that his plan would be put to action. As cheers erupted from the crew watching and money was tossed around in the air from the bets made beforehand, Ryusui reluctantly turned his head toward you, and you had to muffle your laughter behind your hand upon seeing his dumbfounded expression as you rolled your eyes and left the riot.

You were surprised to hear that Ryusui’s shock and disappointment wore off quick after revealing that he and Francois had opened a casino for the entire crew to enjoy, which didn’t sound awful to you. The formal attire worn while playing poker inspired you to dress up a little for a fun night with your friends. How long had it been since you’ve had some modern fun? 

You sat by Bar Francois in formal wear that you and a couple members of the crew had bought from Yuzuriha before you left for your trip, laughing at the retelling of fond memories from the pre-petrification world and sipping on your drink every once in a while. It was the most calm and at home you felt in a long while, and you were silently grateful to the eccentric captain for the work he put into making the casino. When the conversation died down a little, Nikki, who was one of the people you had talked to about your situation with the sailor, shifted her gaze toward someone in the middle of the room. “Uh oh. Lover boy looks like he wants to make a move.” 

Your eyes followed Nikki’s gaze and you were suddenly met with Ryusui’s widened brown ones shining under the moonlight. For a moment, there was no movement from either one of you, but then Ryusui swallowed and made a slow beeline for you. Nikki quickly turned away when you nudged her for the inappropriate nickname. “Look, I completely understand why you keep turning him down but…who knows. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.”

And with that, she excused herself and walked off. 

-

Ryusui had asked if the two of you could roam around the ship, away from everyone else, and you agreed, the exhaustion from the eventful night slowly catching up to you. Ryusui’s hands were clasped behind his back as he made conservation, taking into account your exhaustion and making sure you didn’t need to give him any lengthy responses to any of his comments or questions. 

Throughout the slightly one-sided conversation, Ryusui teased and flirted, as he always managed to do with you, and as you picked up on each charm attempt, you thought back to what Nikki had told you earlier that evening. “Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad…”

“I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself in the casino. You look beautiful, as you always do, but seeing you in formal attire was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps next time you dress up will be for a date in my quarters?” 

You sighed deeply. This offer was unlike so many others Ryusui made. It wasn’t upfront and in your face, it wasn’t loud or grand. Hell, it almost seemed shy or- no- hopeful. You were staring down at Ryusui’s shoes, the confliction you felt evident on your face. Suddenly, you couldn’t hear the heels of Ryusui’s shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he walked alongside you. You stopped and turned around to see the captain with his head down. 

“Ryusui, I…” 

“I’m…sorry if I’ve forced you into a corner, Y/N. I never meant for my persistence to be overwhelming, I guess I didn’t expect to like you this much.” He laughed humourlessly staring at the ground, his hands still behind his back. You couldn’t find the words to consolidate him. You had never seen him so down.

But then he suddenly turned his head to look up at you and slowly started approaching you.

“Just one chance, Y/N,” one step. Two.

“I promise you,” another step.

“I won’t be wasting your time.”

He took one final step so he was standing directly in front of you. For a second, all the two of you did, could do, was stare at each other, your tired eyes examining Ryusui’s glimmering, hopeful ones. And then, without breaking eye contact, Ryusui pulls out a small bouquet of flowers. Ones you had seen on Treasure Island, which seemed to be preserved surprisingly well. You think you remember commenting on their beauty on one of your expeditions.

Up until tonight, Ryusui’s gestures have never been something you thought too deeply about; at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself. But now, Ryusui has confronted you with a billion percent seriousness. Maybe it was something about his flamboyant nature that made you uneasy and reluctant to even consider the possibility of being something more with him. Maybe it’s why you shoved down your thoughts and feelings, let your fears surface and become easy ways to excuse yourself. After all, you had plenty of those with the circumstances you two were in. 

Was he getting discouraged? Would this be his final attempt at winning you over? Knowing Ryusui, probably not. He seemed determined, but looking closer you could see his shoulders sagging, the grip on the flowers loose, as if he was sad. His face didn’t carry his usual boyish grin or dazzling smile. Only furrowed brows and a small frown. Admittedly, all you could really think was ‘is he serious?’ and stare in confusion. 

Ryusui’s eyes slowly trailed down to the flowers, and a dull ache spread over your heart started upon seeing his face slowly contort into one of disappointment. Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad. 

And so as Ryusui was about to tell you that he wouldn’t give up on you, he heard you sigh and felt your fingers brush over his, watching you take the bouquet from his hands. His head jutted forward, and his mouth morphed into an “o” as his eyes found yours again, widening when you gave him a small smile.

“Oh, what the hell. So, dinner in your quarters, huh?”

EAVESDROP CONFESSIONS

tsukasa tenma x gn! reader ; knight! au

lowercase intended, semi-angst (?)

based on his lim card !! enjoy <3

reader's pov

'to serve the princess.' you thought, wiping off the sweat on your face. being one of the five chosen knights to be the serve princess tenma, or saki as she insisted, was difficult. it included intense training from day to night, you thought that you would get used to it by now, being a senior, but how wrong you were. the king demanded extra hours and more intense training, especially now when the country is at risk of being under attack.

'to serve the country.' you thought, trying to 'fix' your wet hair, who are you trying to impress?, it was so wet that it could be mistaken as the niagra falls. finding the action useless, you gave out a small sigh and started removing your armor.

'to fight for the people.' you thought, changing into something more comfortable. your mind wondered to the people in kamiyama, the elderly who never hesitated to gift fruits and pray for the knights, the adults who looked at them with respect and gratitude, and to the teens and children, who either wanted to be a knight or just want to support them.

'to fight along with my friends.' you thought, stepping out of the bathroom. dressed in your most comfortable clothes, and even finding a way to dry and fix your hair. again, who are you trying to impress? your mind shifted from the people to your fellow knights. those present when you where still a recruit and those present when you where finally chosen as one the princess' personal bodyguards, who where definitely hanging around in the courtyard, waiting for you so you could all go to dinner together.

shinonome akito. a boy with bright orange hair and a strong build. he is one of the three newest knights selected, blessed upon by strength and talent with his sword, he never fails to strike any enemy down. he is someone who is always there for his friends, someone who always speaks his mind. though he is easily irritated, he can control his actions.

akiyama mizuki. with the talent of staying stunning even after hours and hours of training, they never fail to amaze you. the only time you were never amazed is when you see their pink locks running towards to you, locking you into an inescapable embrace and ushering you to their room to "try a new hairstyle" or to "try a new dress I (they) recently made", basically being their irl mannequin. though aside from being full of surprises, they are actually good in the battlefield. along with akito, they are apart of the newly recruited personal bodyguards. with their agility and speed, they are always two steps ahead from the enemy.

hinomori shiho. joining the army for her sister, she never lets herself get side-tracked. her fierce swordsmanship and personality was something praised upon by everyone, including the king himself. he couldn't help stare in awe when he looked from his castle window, there he saw a young girl, immediately defeating her partner for that day. he didn't even let her graduate as a knight, when night had fallen that day, he immediately called me. he told me to "tell instructor shiraishi, that cadet hinomori will be transferred into the castle to serve the queen." and thats what i did, making her the final newly recruited bodyguards of princess saki.

thinking about them makes you proud, they deserve the position they have today. but you also remember of your former comrades, kamishiro rui, kusanagi nene, and aoyagi toya. no, they aren't dead. but they were badly injured during the previous war, making them useless in the battlefield. but now, they are instructors teaching new recruits, making them still close to the castle. meaning you could still see them from time to time.

lastly we have the one and only superstar, tenma tsukasa. being the kings first-born, everyone thought that he would inherit the throne, not some knight whose life could easily be taken away from them in a second. and to everyone's surprise, the king didn't even question him and let him do as he pleases.

if possible, you could talk about him everyday. he who makes everyone smile in the toughest times, he who fights for what's right, he who proves that he is not just the kings first-born, he who loves the country, he who loves his friends and fellow knights, he who loves his family, most importantly his dear sister, and he who (you hope) loves yo—

"[name]...? i hope you haven't passed out there! remember what the king did to you last time you did this!" oh.

"s-sorry mizuki! i got lost in my thoughts." you said as you quickly turned on the faucet, using the cold water to conceal your red face.

"hmm, it's not like you to get oh so lost in your thoughts." they said, stepping in your assigned bathroom with their hands behind their back and a teasing smile on their smile. "what's got you so lost? or rather whose got you so red? it's tsu— ?"

"shhh! can't you lower your voice? people might hear you!" you whisper-yelled as you slammed your hand into mizuki's mouth. "and it's not tsukasa! what makes you even think that?!"

"well..." they started, "you always look at him, you always smile at him, you always have this 'lovey dovey' face whenever you look at him, you get defensive when i acuse you of liking him..."

the lists goes on and on, it was so far that when they finished your face was reaching its boiling point. seeing mizuki's smug face, you couldn't help but turn away from them, rolling your eyes as you cool your hot face.

"i don't know mizuki, i think you're being delusional" you said still ignoring their curious eyes, and before you could hear their response a new voice joins the conversation.

"you know [last name], for once, i'm with akiyama here."

the blush that was starting to fade away quickly regain its color as your hear the sharp but quiet voice of shiho who was standing at the doorway. snapping your head at her direction, you quickly pulled her inside and locked the doors.

mizuki snickered at your panicked and defeated expression, with shiho's backup they knew that you won't be getting out the room without spilling your feelings.

"don't be so loud shiho! also, you can call us by our first names you know? calling me [last name] makes me feel so old." you said as your face regained its natural color, giving out a nervous and uneasy laugh your eyes darted across the room, not once looking at theirs.

"we know what your doing [name]" mizuki said, sharing a look with shiho who nodded. "it's either you tell us, or we'll tell them."

"so cruel... i never took you as someone whose into gossip shiho.."

shiho blushed and looked away, but she still didn't budge as she went to guarding the bathrooms door. looking defeated you just sighed and told them everything.

third person's pov

akito couldn't help but wonder what's gotten their 'ultra mega star' so down. in his perspective, tsukasa looked like a child who didn't get the toy that he wanted and was seconds away from throwing a tantrum. but akito could care less, he didn't want to get roped into whatever he was planning nor did he care if tsukasa was planning something.

so he asked him.

"what's gotten you in a grumpy mood?" akito asked, looking at his senior with a raised brow. tsukasa didn't bother giving him an answer (which irritated the ginger) as he continued to look at the direction where [name]'s assigned bathroom was located with furrowed brows.

connecting the dots together, akito released a sigh and rolled his eyes. pushing himself away the pillar he was leaning on, he slowly walked towards the bathroom. despite his thoughts about his senior, he couldn't help but respect him in different ways. he knew that tsukasa had given his all to every challenge in his life and he knew that he would never let anything happen to his comrades ever again.

tsukasa noticed where akito was going and immediately halted him.

"hey! don't tell me you're thinking of going to [names]'s bathroom? what are you, a creep?!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the empty halls making akito halt in his steps. he turned to look at the blond male, a disgusted and annoyed look printed on his face.

"huh?! what did you just say to me?!" akito yelled back. "and for the record, i was going to the kitchen! who knows how long they are staying and talking there. i'm getting hungry each second. if you don't believe me then you can come with."

and that's what tsukasa did. the two of them were quiet as they walk to the kitchen, with tsukasa sneaking some accusing stares at his junior and akito still having his annoyed look etched on his face. it was like that for minutes until they heard hushed whispers from the bathroom.

"...guess so..."

"that's so... [name]! who knew... had a thing for...!"

"...does that mean?! also... your voice down! help... shiho!"

curious, akito stopped infront of the bathroom and pressed his ears against its door to hear the conversation better.

appalled, tsukasa looked at him with wide eyes as he shaked his companions shoulder.

"what are you doing?!" the blond whisper-yelled, keeping his voice down to avoid getting caught "you're invading their privacy!"

sure tsukasa himself was curious on why his friends are in one bathroom and what they were talking about but he couldn't just go past his morals and listen in without them knowing. shaking his thoughts away, he began to scold akito again but he couldn't, not when—

"look, i'll say this once and never again. yes, i am in love with tsukasa tenma and no, i will not confess my feelings for him. got it?"

not when the world around him stopped moving, not when his eyes went wide and face turned red, not when his hands turned sweaty and tightened its hold on akito's shoulder, not when the latter looked at him with wide and shocked eyes.

not when the door they where leaning on slowly opened.

not when they had fallen to the floor and looking up to three pairs of shocked eyes.

not when he made eye contact, with the person who had just admitted their feelings for him.

and most importantly, not when they bolted out the room, teary-eyed.

tur ip ip ip

Something about how unhinged the Salesman/Recruiter does something to me. What if the reader is also a recruiter for the games? She's gotten used to his insane persona and knows how to handle it since they have to communicate about work. They'll often play games during these chats.

Sorry too many ideas floating!

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑜 [𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛]

.・。.・゜✭・

.・。.・゜✭・

ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ:ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴇsᴍᴀɴ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:ʜᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪʟᴇ ғʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴄʜᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀғᴇ́, ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʜᴇʟᴅ ɴᴏ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴅɢᴇ. "ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, "ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ʜɪs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, "ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ."

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ, ɢᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ.

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The café was bustling, but the hum of life around you barely registered. Your focus remained on the chair across from you, still empty despite the time ticking by. He was late, as usual.

You stirred your coffee, letting the bitter scent ground you. Working with him was a test of patience and resilience, but it was also... oddly thrilling. The Salesman, you didn't know his name since he was very isolated, was chaos incarnate, unpredictable in the worst—and sometimes best—ways.

“Miss me?”

You didn’t jump at his voice; you were too used to his dramatic entrances by now. He slid into the chair across from you, his ever-present smirk firmly in place. His dark suit was immaculate, the red tie a glaring slash of color that caught the light.

“You’re late,” you said, lifting your coffee for a sip.

“Fashionably so,” he quipped, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. “But I see you’ve kept my seat warm. How thoughtful.”

“Hardly.” You set the cup down with a faint smirk of your own. “If you’d been much later, I’d have left.”

“Ah, but you didn’t.” He leaned forward, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. “You never do.”

The weight of his words hung between you for a moment, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you gestured to the briefcase he’d placed on the table.

“Are we doing this, or are you just here to waste my time?”

His grin widened as he reached into the case, pulling out a familiar bundle wrapped in cloth. Unfolding it revealed two ddakji tiles—bright squares of red and blue paper, their edges slightly worn from use.

“You know the drill,” he said, setting them on the table. “Winner takes all.”

“And by ‘all,’ you mean…?”

He chuckled. “Coffee, pride, the satisfaction of victory. Take your pick.”

You sighed, already reaching for one of the tiles. “Fine. One round.”

The first smack of the tile hitting the table drew a few curious glances from nearby patrons. The Salesman’s opening move was quick and sharp, flipping your tile with ease.

“Your turn,” he said, lounging back in his chair.

You studied his expression, the faint flicker of amusement in his eyes. He was too confident, as always. But you’d learned how to read him—his subtle tells, the little quirks that betrayed his intentions.

With a precise flick of your wrist, your tile hit his at just the right angle. It flipped cleanly, landing with the blue side up.

“Hmm,” you said, feigning indifference. “Looks like you’re buying the coffee.”

For a moment, he just stared at the upturned tile. Then, to your surprise, he laughed—a genuine, full-throated laugh that drew more glances from the other customers.

“Well played,” he said, clapping his hands together. “You’ve been practicing.”

“Or maybe you’re just slipping,” you replied, leaning back with a smirk.

He narrowed his eyes, but the smile on his face didn’t falter. “Careful, recruiter. Pride comes before the fall."

As the game ended, the conversation shifted seamlessly into work. He described his latest target with the enthusiasm of a storyteller spinning a particularly twisted tale.

“Mid-thirties, father of two, drowning in debt,” he said, ticking the details off on his fingers. “His wife just left him, and his parents refuse to help. Classic case. He’ll fold like wet paper.”

You nodded, though something about his tone made you uneasy. “And what happens when he doesn’t make it?”

“That’s not our concern, is it?” He leaned forward, his smile taking on a sharper edge. “We’re just here to open the door. What happens after they walk through it is up to them.”

You hated how easily he dismissed it, but you couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Still, the gnawing discomfort refused to leave.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, watching you closely. “It’s a dangerous habit in this line of work.”

“Someone has to think,” you shot back.

His grin widened. “Touché.”

The tension between you had always been an undercurrent, a quiet hum that neither of you acknowledged outright. But tonight, it felt sharper, closer to the surface.

“You know,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you’re the only one who’s ever beaten me at ddakji more than once.”

“Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are,” you replied, keeping your tone light.

“Or maybe,” he said, his gaze steady and uncomfortably intense, “you’re the only one who knows how to play my game.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and electric. For a moment, you wondered if he’d crossed a line, but then he leaned back, the smirk returning to his face as if nothing had happened.

“Another round?” he asked, already reaching for the tiles.

You hesitated, the weight of his earlier words still lingering. But then you nodded, picking up your tile.

“Fine,” you said. “One more round.”

This time, the game wasn’t just about tiles. It was about control, power, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

The tiles hit the table with sharp, precise smacks, the sound echoing louder in your ears with each round. Your focus narrowed, every move calculated, every flick of his wrist analyzed.

Smack!

Your tile flipped his for the second time that night.

He stared at the table, then back at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you thought he might be angry, but then he smiled—a real, genuine smile that softened the sharp edges of his face.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice quieter than before. “Looks like you win again.”

The words felt like more than just an acknowledgment of the game.

And as you sat there, the faint buzz of the café fading into the background, you realized something.

Maybe you weren’t just playing his game. Maybe he was playing yours, too.

the prince.

₊˚ ᗢ suna rintarou x figure skater! fem! reader.

⤷ suna has been leaving practice early and the team starts to wonder why.

“ah, i should start heading out for today.”

suna slings his bag over his shoulders, tugging on the straps as his other hand grips his phone. he’s seen typing a quick message to someone and hitting send the moment his blond-aired teammate walks over to him. from the corner of kita’s eyes, he notices suna’s lips curl into a small, fond smile. it seemed almost uncharacteristic for the boy. so much so that the miya twins are quick to be at his side, leaning over his shoulder with gleaming interest for his friend.

as of recently, suna has been leaving practice a lot earlier than usual. the first time it happened, he hurriedly ran to the locker rooms to change, rushing out of the doors with his shirt still halfway across his torso. the second time, he left when kita turned around to give an earful to atsumu about not taking care of his health. this was the time aran finally noticed something was different about suna, and he reacted with a simple sigh and wave.  the third time, he was caught by their coach and forced to give a half-assed apology before running off again, still not learning his lesson. no matter how often the boys see it, they’re always surprised by how fast he can run, especially when he’s putting his mind to something.

this time will be different though. before he could turn around to make a jog toward the door, atsumu stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder. a glimmer of mischief shining through his hazel-colored eyes. “where do you think you’re going this time? don’t think we haven’t noticed you cutting practices early! you got a lot of nerve buddy.” 

osamu wipes the sweat off his brow, coming up to suna, “it’s unlike you to leave early. do you have somewhere to go? afterschool program?”

“maybe he’s going out to see a girl!” 

the boy in question looks off to the side, eyes flickering back and forth from his phone to the court. the team had paused their game just to hear what he had to say. he awkwardly clears his throat as he turns away, a faint red tint forming on the tips of his ears, “yeah. i wanted to watch my friend’s performance tonight.” 

the miya twins grovel, somehow losing a mysterious bet they’ve made in their heads. kita slowly approaches suna, patting him on the shoulder. it’s a surprise, they all thought. to think that this stoic, snarky, sarcastic man had friends who could tolerate his bratty attitude was nothing short of amazing. in all their time of being together, in the same classes and lunch table, atsumu and osamu did not see it coming. perhaps if they were observant as kita, they might have noticed the way suna would smile at his phone, seemingly texting someone on the other line. 

the blond-setter points at him accusingly, “you got friends outside of me and samu? you cheater!” 

“this is quite the news…”

“i wonder what he’s watching…”

the man in question was an incredibly sly, albeit lazy boy. the longer he stays in the game, the more he begins to slack off. it was obvious the way his shoulders began to roll back and he took a more relaxed position in front of the net. it’s only when kita is brought into the game that he straightens up his back. aran points out that suna didn’t attempt to hide anything and would have more than likely answered their questions had they asked. the middle blocker never attempted to hide his conversion. it’s so painfully obvious how criminally online he is. 

“man, now i’m curious!” atsumu comments, slapping him on the back a few times, “you wouldn’t mind if we join your friend’s little performance?”

“tsumu, you can’t just invite yourself.”

“huh? i just wanna meet them thats all! what if they’re also a volleyball player!”

“he would have said game instead of performance, you egghead.” 

“who the hell are you calling an egghead?” 

suna remains quiet before pocketing his phone. tugging on his bag, he resumes his walk to the door. “it’s fine. i don’t think my friend would mind.” he certainly would. but he pushes this thought down his throat. if anything, it might help to bring more people for support. he looks back at atsumu and osamu, narrowing his eyes with annoyance laced in his gaze, “just don’t cause trouble for me.”

the rest of the team quickly packed up their belongings, with kita waving them off with a simple goodbye. he says he should stay to clean up the gym while they meet suna’s friend. it was only a few days before their next game, and he thinks they deserve some level of rest. it would also be nice of them to send photos. he’s also quite curious to know who is this mysterious friend.

“i’m surprised you got such a close friend! it doesn’t seem like you talk to them in person.” omimi scratches the back of his neck, fiddling slightly with the ends of his hair. “do they go to a different school?”

“they don’t come to class,” suna replied, tucking his hands into his pocket as they continued down the road.

“so they just skip? how unfair is that!” atsumu huffs, tucking his arms over his chest. if he had the option, he’d ditch the drab books and play volleyball every day. osamu gently punches him on the shoulder, snickering about how it’d make no difference in his grades if he skipped class. the two begin to bicker as aran jogs a little faster to meet with suna. 

the dark-haired boy lets out a hum, shifting his head from side to side.

“a prince, i guess.” 

ice crackles underneath the thin blade, a snappy yet crisp sound echoing in the open air. a figure waves elegantly through the frigid platform. the shimmer from their ruffled clothes waves back and forth in the air, tempting the audience to lean forward as they raise their arms, performing a triple axel with a slight wobble in their toe. they ignore this flaw, choosing to continue with their program as if nothing happened. sliding left and right, they glide easily across the ice as their hands trail from the vein on the side of their neck, tracing it down to their ribcage.

the prince was not an unfamiliar name. rumors quickly spread at the beginning of the year that a new transfer student would be attending. whispers came from all directions. most of them coming from the ice skating club. they were described to be a professional figure-skater. a whole league of their own compared to the boys’ volleyball team. having won several out-of-country competitions, they came back to japan a kissed hero. it was a shame that on the first day, they were excused from classes for the rest of the semester. 

despite not attending class, it was evidence there was a star lingering amongst them.

however, the volleyball team was met with a lot more than just one surprise tonight. they learned very quickly the moment they entered the skating rink, the prince was not a prince, but a lady. she slid across the field with enough grace to match a swan. yet the crunch of shaved ice and precise jumps remind them of the careful footwork of a mountain goat. every move performed was planned. every sweat poured onto the ice was a sign of their meticulous work. in other words, they were flawless tonight.

“man, i wonder how easy it’d be to do those jumps,” atsumu says, looking out to the crowd and back to suna. the middle blocker doesn’t break from the scene in front of him. the team notices the way the skater’s arms move smoothly alongside their skates, almost as if they were one flowing piece in the wind. their facial expression was concentrated, with only a thin trickle of sweat dripping down their chin.

everyone was standing behind the glass, eyes were blown wide as they were met with a sparkling scene. the slow build-up of the song brought everything together. they couldn’t hold back their gasp as they watched the skater perform a double axel followed by a triple salchow, with another jump far across the rink. a jump they could only imagine doing in their dreams. they were starting the second half of their program,  yet they’ve performed this many jumps already. it was getting impossible to hide the smile on suna’s face.

“i doubt it.”

figure skating is one of the most rigorous sports anyone could play. not only do you need the mastery of ballet, but training and practice could last months before you are even ready to perform competitively. nothing slips past the judges. not a single step should be wasted unless called for. everything should be perfectly calculated by their choreographer weeks in advance. from the movements of their fingers to the tilt of their neck, only those who were dedicated to this sport can see the small details. while a volleyball player can get away with slipping on the ground, it is a fatal mistake in figure skating.

not to mention, injuries were common in every performance. you might be friends with someone one hour, before they collapse on the ground, being wheeled to the hospital after straining their muscles. it was intense. 

you finished your performance, breathing heavily as you waved your arms above your head. although the ice was cold, your body was warming up from the inside out. it was burning with passion. and you lived for these cheers. you could feel it all in the tips of your fingers. this was going to be the start of something great this year. finally able to rest, you turned your head, noticing a very familiar face in the crowd, leading to you excitedly skating towards them.

“rin!” you jumped into his open arms, letting him twirl you around as his teammates stared in disbelief. the cold expression you had on the ice had completely melted away the moment you saw your best friend. “you made it! i got worried you might not be able to see the beginning of my program.” 

(l/n) (y/n): professional figure skater, representing japan in the grand prix. her most notable achievement was winning gold in the junior grand prix two years ago, with her main focus being to conquer the senior division by her third year in high school. she transferred to inarizaki in hopes of finishing her education and taking lessons from another coach, but her training program had been more demanding, making it difficult for her to attend classes.

so how did you meet suna? it was very simple. he and you met in kindergarten, having been paired up together because of the latter’s extremely bratty behavior. you were the definition of a picture-perfect child. however, hanging out with him during recess completely changed that perception of you. you would always spend time together, whispering to each other in class. even when it was mandatory nap time, he would always find a way to lay his thin mat next to you, poking the center of your palm to keep you awake. 

such antics led to you being a little more rebellious and open-mouthed with your opinions. he gave you the confidence to speak to your parents about your dreams. while he wanted to continue playing volleybal, you wanted to be a figure skater. just like your grandmother when she was a young girl. unfortunately, she got an injury during the semifinals that permanently withdrew her from sports entirely. it was a tragic event that affected your family for years. they wanted you to do anything but figure skating. 

your mother, although hesitant at first, could not deny you this wish. not when young suna held onto your hand tightly as you began to sob in front of her, claiming with all your heart that you would, without a doubt, come home with gold between your teeth. 

from there, when you were both in middle school, he would always be by your side. he went out of his way to save up his allowance from his mother to attend your competitions. to him, these small things were nothing in comparison to seeing your smile. when you looked back at him after performing your first free skate program, despite missing several of your jumps and hitting the ground with your cheek, you waved and smiled. even when you formed bruises behind the back of your knee, or sprained your ankle, he was always there to wrap gauze around it, laying on your stomach to keep you from leaving your bed. even when you moved away to a new city, crying into your pillow about how hard it is to make new friends in the ballet studio, he was there to comfort you. even when you didn’t make it to first place like you promised him, he was always whispering to you about how great you were to him. 

although the distance was far, your heart was close to him. 

so the volleyball team was left in awe, looking at the sight of a very soft, domesticated suna holding onto his childhood friend. he holds you tightly as he presses his forehead against yours, not minding the thin layer of sweat and warm air. squeezing your waist, he wonders about the perfect time to say how he feels. 

but perhaps it could wait once the two of you make it to the peaks of your career.