Please. Leave Me Alone. Please........

OO6 : mall encounters

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SYPNOSIS : [Name] doesn’t trust her dating choices… she’s gotten involved with several losers in a row, and she swore that she's taking a break from love. Oh shoot! Tartaglia jumps into the frame and publicly proclaims that he has a huge crush on the theater arts major! Can Childe change her mind or will [Name] forever be stuck in her "men are all idiots." phase?

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, affectionate bullying, gingers, the word “sexy” used one (1) time, kaoru hakaze is a menace, koga jumps out a window

╰┈➤ synopsis  ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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Que sera, sera

♡ˋ°•*⁀➷Rin itoshi x reader

Summary: the story which dives in the beginning and the end of you and rin. He doesn't believe in miracles, though he thinks you are one. He's thankful that what will be, will be. And its you and him.

Warnings: none, fluff to angst, angst to fluff. Childhood friends to strangers to lovers. Slow burn, maybe not i dont know. Happy ending.

A/n: GAAAHHHHHH SORRY I WAS SO TIRED I COULDN'T FINISH THIS ON VALENTINES DAY AWWW MANNN. Its also been a long time since i wrote fics so bear with me with this one and it ain't proofread plss.

For the longest time, Itoshi Rin treated you like shit. Muttering how everything about you is lukewarm and how everything you say is nonsense.

You still remember when you two first met in the playground, at that time Sae never left him yet, Rin still having those chubby cheeks as he runs around in the playground, happily dribbling the ball when the ball suddenly hits your knee.

"O-ow!" You groaned in pain, before you burst into tears as your left knee reddens.

The boy at the swing runs towards you, "Are you okay?" He asks you, he looks concerned for you as guilt creeps up as he doesn't know what to do when sees you cry.

You were a sobbing mess on the floor as the aching got worse, Rin kept a distance before grabbing the playground sand and pouring it at your ankle, "sorry…"

The little boy trying to help you up when you two heard footsteps coming closer, Rin panicking as he realizes it's his brother walking towards them.

Rin stares at the ground when Sae scolds him for being too careless, the little boy now crying with you.

"You two should make up before the adults hear about this, Rin you go and get the first-aid kit and candy, I'll watch after them." The red-head yells as Rin bolts to their house. Later coming back with the first-aid kit and candy, watching his older brother do the work and rub medicine on your scraped knee. As the older boy treated your knee, your eyes met the culprit's gaze, he turned away in shame as tiny sobs left his lips from Sae scolding him earlier.

After that incident, you get a scraped knee, some candy and two new friends. Let's just say Rin's parents weren't too happy when they found out what happened.

The next day, Rin rings your doorbell as he asks your parents where you were, calling you downstairs as you excitedly run towards the gate.

"Oh you're back! What's that in your hand?" Younger you asked Rin as he fiddles a tiny bag in his hands; clearly anxious from yesterday.

The boy gulps before taking a deep breath and awkwardly handing you a bag full of chocolates, "I'm sorry for yesterday.."

Rin closes his eyes as he waits for some sort of punishment until he feels you hug him.

"Heh! No worries, these are my favorite chocolates so you're forgiven."

"Really?" His eyes beam in joy.

"Yup! This chocolate tastes good! Where'd ya get it?" You ask while munching away happily.

"My brother actually has a bowl of candy… you can come over and you can eat more chocolate there."

Your lips curled into a smile before you shook his hand, "what's your name again?"

"Rin."

"Awesome! I'm [name] by the way!"

As you sweep the floor, your broom brushes an old polaroid; it was from 18 years ago. You and Rin were cuddling in Sae's bed, not knowing Sae sneaked in a picture.

Smiling at the picture you reminisce again.

It was summer at that time. Luckily Rin's parents weren't home so you two had the whole house to yourselves.

"Mmm!" Stretching your limbs as you two lie on the couch, playing some mario kart while Sae prepares lunch for the three of you.

The aggressive pressing of the controllers and smell of fruits in the kitchen; you can remember it all perfectly.

"I'm gonna beat you, just you wait—! Hey!" Rin yells when you start tickling him and successfully taking the lead, making Rin's character fall off the map.

Rin's demise eliciting a loud giggle from your lips as you beat his ass after a whole hour of trying to one up each other.

Rin is fuming with anger as he complains to Sae, "No fair! You're cheating! Sae don't give her any chocolates! You're a cheater!"

"Bleh! You're just bad!"

Sae groans in annoyance as he prepares the table, "You two get over here and stop fighting or else I won't let you two play."

You two pout and start glaring at each other.

"That's right midget." You tease him before sitting right next to him, grabbing a plate of spaghetti.

"Shut up! I'm gonna be taller than you, just you wait!" Rin sticks his tongue out, teasing you with confidence but Sae gives you two an icy-glare, indicating that you two should just stop fighting.

"Rin, [name]."

"Y-yes!" Both of you stop fighting, at least not In Front of Sae. Hours go by and the night sky settles in.

Plopping in his bed while staring at all his trophies, "damn rin you won all these?"

Rin doesn't reply, fixing the bed sheets before lying next to you; letting out a small hmph.

You sigh, and make him turn around to face you. "Rin. Sorry for earlier."

Rin rolls his eyes, "lukewarm" he mutters under his breath.

After that you two look away and fall asleep. When Sae comes in however, he sees you two cuddling like kittens. Sae smirks to himself before grabbing his phone, taking a picture— close ups even so he can use this as blackmail later on. Let's just say you both did not enjoy waking up in each other's arms; spoiler alert: Rin actually did.

A few years pass by and you two find each other laying on the park, star gazing. These days Rin gets too lonely, his brother moving to Spain to chase after his career.

"S-so… Rin are you okay?"

The boy right next to you stares at the stars, ignoring your voice calling out for him.

Sighing in defeat, knowing Rin isn't in the mood to talk right now.

"I'm nervous actually, about the future." You say before clearing your throat.

Rin turns around and looks at you, "and?"

The stars were lovely, lovelier than anything you've ever seen.

"It just feels like time flies by so quickly, all of the sudden Sae is in Spain and now we're just- ya know… here."

Rin doesn't say a word again, only listening to the rustling of the leaves as it sways with the wind.

"I just wish we had more time. What if something bad happens in the future and we're not friends anymore?"

Rin sits up before flicking your forehead, "Hey what was that for?!"

"To stop your lukewarm talking, stop worrying about the future— I started learning some Spanish so when Sae comes back I can greet him and.."

He looks back at you, nervous and shaking; tears welling up in his eyes. He misses Sae too much.

You tap his shoulder lightly, pushing him to continue what he wants to say.

"Que sera, sera I think? I searched it up and it means whatever will be, will be. So stop worrying too much, you idiot" he rolls his eyes, trying to stop the tears from leaving his eyes.

The world felt peaceful like this, only you and him; the moon and stars as your witness.

A few years later Sae comes back though it didn't go as expected. You two were ecstatic when Sae came back but he changed. After that Rin and Sae were no longer 'Rin and Sae'; now they were just strangers.

Sae was a catalyst for what Rin would become. Rin stopped eating chocolates. Rin would overexert his body from practice and when you two talk it's nothing more than just 'hello'.

Needless to say you were hurt. This wasn't the Rin you knew, the new him is now an empty shell of what he used to be; no— the old Rin died when Sae came back and now you're left to mourn alone for the old him.

You don't watch Rin's practice anymore; you couldn't bear to see that bitter expression written on his face as he tries and tries to practice more just to catch up to his brother.

Months later, Rin was accepted to blue lock. He was gone again for months.

Staring at the small tv screen when you watch the U20 vs Blue lock match.

The camera pans over to Rin disheveled, on his knees when Sae comes over to him. You wonder what happened between them when they met again on the field that caused Rin to be beyond irritated even though his team won.

A week later, Rin comes back to the neighborhood park, kicking the football with tears in his eyes. Pouring all his anger on the ball, almost deflating the ball in the process.

A gust of wind blows on your face before you utter a weak 'hi'. It was like a teen romcom cliche but the thing is there was no chemistry anymore.

At Least… that you thought that there wasn't.

"Go away." He groans, fixing his shoe tie and running off to get the ball.

"I saw the game." You yell trying to get his attention. He kicks the ball again but this time with more force, the ball ricocheting and bouncing on the fences. "You did great."

Two words almost fell from your lips but cleared your throat, trying to make sure the 'Im proud' doesn't spill from your lips as maybe your tears will too.

Rin quirks his face into an expression you can't describe. Anger? Hatred? But when you stare longer at his eyes, watch how his chest heaves up and down shakily you can see a hint of sadness— as if he was a ripped doll, his heart torn apart, left to rot. He would never admit it but the way you stare at him with such pity, angers him. It makes his torn heart beat rapidly and his lungs bruise more, waiting for you to sew him up again; fixing him.

But he would never admit it, his ego warped mind and his dying heart. He doesn't notice it but he feels alive when he sees you again.

He doesn't know what to do when you stare at him with pity. The small child locked away a long time ago in the corners of his soul begging him to let it all out and cry in your arms; maybe you could see how he's hurting and maybe you'll stitch him up again.

But you don't. At least not now.

He shivers from the cold air, he's glad it's winter as the cold weather could freeze his tears away before you even see it. But it's not cold enough to turn his tears into icicles as he sheds a tiny tear, he swears if he could just open up to you, you would catch it.

His ragged breathing, his worried expression, the tears threatening to leak from his eyes all of it. You ingrain all of it in your mind, burning this memory into your brain.

You want to run towards him, hug him, comfort him like you did as a child. Your arms aching to hold his trembling figure but you don't, fearing it might ignite more tension between you two. So you just watch as he tries to hold back his tears right in front of you.

You say nothing and hand over a piece of chocolate. Watching him accept it and eating one for the first time, oh how he's forgotten the taste of this treat.

There was a silent agreement with you two. A simple nod and you two go back to your own paths now, wondering how the other one is doing right now.

Months pass by again and this time Rin won the world cup but you notice a change in him, a spark reignited in him. The same old spark when he first started playing football.

You couldn't afford to go to the actual world cup so you watch the match on your tv screen. Seeing him in person is better but never seeing him at all even on a screen is worse.

Months ago Rin would be red in anger, you don't know why but it feels like you should've done something. But now, even on the screen you could see him smile for the first time as he shakes hands with Sae.

Letting out a sigh of relief, maybe Rin is fixed, maybe he was the same rin back then. Maybe, just maybe you two could be on good terms again.

Then it happened.

You see Rin again at the park. The neighbors were talking about how the itoshi brothers were going back to the neighbor so you went to the park; this is where Rin has always been.

A leaf falls to your side and at that moment Rin notices your presence. Anxiety bubbling in his chest, he knows what he's done to you. He's scared that you'll never forgive him for how he treated you.

"I'm uh.." you stutter, the words stuck in your throat. Looking down in shame, if you only said this back then maybe you had a chance to fix him. He looks at you, he doesn't look as broken as before. His eyes no longer bear hatred, only melancholy and guilt.

"I'm proud. I'm proud of you." You've finally let the words out, the ones that have been dying to be said.

Silence.

Rin has never been good with words and neither have you. Rin doesn't say anything, he stands up and kicks the football to the tree. That tree has been there for as long as you remember. It was the sign of your pact, your friendship.

He shoves his hand in his pocket, trying to find something. It takes him a while and he pulls out a tiny treat.

It was that same chocolate he first gave you as a child.

Que sera, sera right?

What will be, will be.

From the beginning it was you and Rin. In the end it will always be you and Rin.

You stretch your back after finishing sweeping and dusting the living room. Your shared house should get some renovations by now but oh well, Rin's schedule has never been that generous to give you both enough time.

The warm sun hits your skin as you walk to the garden and tend to the flowers. After you and Rin hit it off he started to plant your favorite flowers in your garden, so even if it weren't valentines day, he'd still have enough flowers to give you every day.

"I'm home." That familiar voice echoes in the room, the door creaking open.

You chuckle as you place the broom away, "Hard day?"

He nods and hugs you, his wedding ring hitting your back as he hugs too tightly. He lets out a small giggle when you pepper his face with kisses.

You threw the curtain at his chest as he raised an eyebrow, "Rin, we should really renovate and shop for new stuff— these things are getting a little too wonky don't you think?"

He lets out a sigh, he barely notices the condition of the house when he's out for months. "Fine, fine. We're going out later"

Your lips quirk into a smile. Oh how lucky you are to be with him. The way he treated you like a deity, praising the floor you step foot on. Caring for you and treating you kindly, gently even as a way to pay back what you did for him. You stitched his torn heart back up, sure the scars will stay forever but he learnt how to cherish it because it brought him to you.

"Rin, help me with this thing— it's too heavy!"

He rushes to your side and hastily carries all the heavy luggage and boxes, helping you out as you two laugh and talk about your day.

He was an idiot, he forgot it was valentines day, no wonder why you were so pouty. Rin will just make it up to you later.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

It will always be You and Rin. Nothing more, nothing less.

- La fin♡

Note: so so sorry if this has so many mistakes, i just started writing again and this is just practice. English is not my first language. ♡

reo is obsessed with sending you pictures of himself.

he sends you pictures for everything he does. from the very moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. it’s like he lives for it.

it was cute at first, but when your camera roll consists of rows and rows of images of the same shade of purple and varying backgrounds, it gets exhausting.

“don’t you ever get tired?” you yawn.

there’s a beat of silence. “of what?”

“of sending me pictures of your face every time you breathe.”

“why would i?” he grins, “i’ve been told i’m quite pretty.”

you give him a look through your screen. he simply laughs before scooping up a bite of veggies with his chopsticks.

“why?” he playfully glares at you, “got a problem with that?”

“no,” you sigh, “but i might grow sick of seeing your face spreading across my camera roll.”

he lets out an offended gasp, “excuse me?!”

you hum, “it’s like a disease.”

“what?!”

you burst out laughing at his reaction, tears pooling in your eyes. he glares at you, aggressively pointing his chopsticks at you through the screen.

“i’ll have you know,” he pouts, “i send you the best pictures of myself!”

“yeah?” you wipe your eyes, “so that one time you sent me that picture of you crying after you stubbed your toe was the best one you could send?”

a blush spreads through his cheeks. “i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“‘course not.”

he grabs another bite of stir-fried veggies, “i hope you’ve deleted it by now.”

“what do you take me for?” you cheekily smile at him, “it’s my wallpaper.” (it’s also your favorite picture of him ever.)

“i hate you.”

you stick your tongue out at him. “stop sending me so many pictures of your face then.”

he hums, “i don’t hate you that much.”

you drum your fingers against your desk. “you’re just obsessed with seeing your face aren’t you?”

he scoffs through a bite. “so obsessed.”

“i bet you’re checking yourself out through the camera as we speak.”

there’s a pause. your eyes widen when you see his cheeks slowly turn red.

“are you?”

he buries his face in his hands. “shut up.”

“reo!” you gasp in disbelief.

he lets out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal. “shut up!”

he sneaks a peek at you through his fingers. you snicker at him.

“why’re you getting shy on me now?” your voice is laced with mirth.

“i’m going to hang up on you.” you can practically hear the pout on his lips.

“no!” a laugh slips past your lips, “i’m sorry.”

“if you’re really sorry,” he lowers his hands from his face, pout on full display, “you’ll let me keep sending you pictures of me.”

“i take it back, i’m not sorry.”

he frowns, “do you really hate my pictures that much?”

“i never said i hated them,” you start, voice gentle, “i just don’t like having them taking up half of my camera roll.”

reo hums, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

“plus,” you offer him a cheeky smile, “i’d much rather see it in person.”

a small, satisfied grin spreads through his lips, “you’re such a flatterer.”

“but, since you insist,” he sighs, “i suppose i could let you see me in person today.”

“you suppose?”

“you’ve been mean to me throughout most of this call,” he clicks his tongue, “if anything i’m being too nice to you.”

he lets out a soft sigh, gently shaking his head.

“anyway, just hurry up and get ready,” he smiles, “i’ll be at your place in an hour to pick you up.”

you perk up. “where are we going?”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

you roll your eyes. he sticks his tongue out at you before quickly saying ‘see you soon,’ blows you a quick kiss goodbye, and hangs up.

you lazily get up from your desk, groaning as you stretch your arms.

you’re left looking forward to your date with reo, and the (not so) small hope that he won’t stop sending you pictures of himself. (even if it means you’ll have to figure what to get rid of in order to free up space on your phone for them.)

(you’ll never tell him that, though.)

Number 20 and 59 with Vampire Lord Rei pls 😤😤😤

A/N: PHEWIE … I love him your honor

*ೃ༄ Rei Sakuma + 20: Hand kisses , 59: Kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

“You must be more careful, darling.”

You frowned. Rei had been somewhat lecturing you for the past half hour. You sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, watching as the vampire slowly wrapped a clean white bandage around your scraped arm.

“I know…” You sighed, looking away from him. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but huff. About an hour ago, you had taken a nasty fall onto solid concrete after collapsing due to exhaustion. Work was work—and unfortunately, there wasn’t much you could do to escape it. Maybe you’d try to get some more sleep, or maybe you’d force yourself to drink more water. If not for your sake, then for Rei’s.

Your boyfriend cupped your cheek as he stood between your legs, gently kissing your forehead. “Don’t apologize, beloved. Just be more mindful next time, yes?” He whispered against your skin, pecking you once again before pulling away to bandage your other arm.

It was unbelievable how utterly kind and loving he was. Rei had warned you numerous times about the consequences of overworking yourself, and when you hadn’t listened and ultimately collapsed, he still stood here, bandaging you up. “I will. I promise.”

Rei smiled warmly. “I know you will.”

He wrapped your arm with the bandages so expertly, covering your wounds with the white fabric tightly enough to stay on, but not tightly enough to hurt you. You didn’t understand how you got so lucky—having a boyfriend who would always drop everything to help you. You almost felt guilty.

Rei must’ve read your thoughts, taking your hands in his softly once he finished dressing your arms.

“I’ll always be here for you to fall back on, alright? You needn’t worry. I only want you to be safer, my dear.” He smiled, bringing your uncovered hands to his lips, kissing them tenderly. “I love you very much.”

“I love you more, Rei. I’m grateful to have you.” You answered, the man continuing to kiss around your palms, knuckles, and fingers. He let out a breathy chuckle, leaning into you, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I love you most.” He said, simply. “You do so much for me, so let me take care of you once in awhile, sweetheart.”

The ravonette fully leaned in and kissed you, his lips molding to fit against your perfectly, his hands never leaving yours. You felt him smile against your lips.

Hello bee ! May I ask for headcanons of keito with a g/n s/o whose a workaholic too? Thank you so much and good luck ! Sending in a lot of hugs (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧

hiii mio !!!! ofc u may it is No Trouble At All 🤲🤲 it's been a hot minute since i wrote for keito so i'm sorry if my characterization is a little wonky ... but i do hope u enjoy !!! ♡

❧ keito with a workaholic partner

content warnings: none

❧ you two make a real pair, don't you? yours and keito's habits aren't exactly perfect mirrors of each other, but your similarities are obvious enough that it's little wonder to onlookers how you've gotten so close to begin with. that's not to say that it's the only reason, of course — it's just one of the many things he admires about you. ♡

❧ despite his own workaholic tendencies, keito still likes to remind you not to overwork yourself. his little reminders are firm but kind, just the slightest crease between his brows as he knocks on your door and calls for you, "dear, i think that's enough for one night."

❧ since it's not uncommon for you two to extend your work hours a fair bit, he's turned it into a habit to keep you company while you both work. you don't even have to talk at all if you don't want to — just being near you is more than enough. in rare moments of oversight, keito even finds himself losing track of time while working with you, with how much smoother everything seems to go by.

❧ once you've both finished for the night, keito enjoys winding down with you the most — maybe he'll take you out for a walk to get some fresh air, or maybe he'll brew some tea for you both, instead. at least, this way, he can devote all his attention to you and you alone.

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# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

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32 | finals day one

raised the bar !

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synopsis yn thought she finally escaped the perpetual doom of placing 2nd after she graduated high school. but alas! the leaderboard has her name printed under another’s! a name she thought she’d never get to see again. better luck next time, i guess.

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“—Where the fuck is it?” Your boyfriend frantically searched everywhere for the sleeping bag he swore he packed.

You laughed, trying to calm him down—although you've been doing that for 5-10 minutes already—you found no choice in giving up. “Reo, it's okay.” You pat his back, lightly kissing his cheek when he groaned aloud, hanging his head low in between his knees.

“Sorry, I guess I was too excited to notice.” He gave you an apologetic smile. Reo had been planning this camping trip since the moment he came back, finding it to be the most efficient way of spending alone time with you.

You chuckled, jerking your head to the tent, non-verbally suggesting that the two of you should get some shut eye. “We can just share my sleeping bag, hopefully it fits the two of us.”

It, in fact, did not fit the two of you. You grumbled, moving your knees up from the stiff position and accidentally kicked Reo in the balls. He groaned loudly, eyes squinting in pain. “That was my nuts, dickhead.” You laughed, involuntarily moving a lot because of it, which caused Reo to wiggle in the tight space, often kicking you on purpose.

The two of you kept going at it, 'accidentally' hitting each other either in the nuts, or in the face. In the end, Reo suddenly gave you a tight hug and pulled you over to lay on top of him. Your eyes widened, the small room only giving you an inch of space from his lips.

Reo grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Now that's a lot better.” He murmured, tiredly staring up at you while you breathlessly stared back. God, even in the dark, Reo still managed to look so beautiful. You smiled softly, kissing Reo's lips before you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking your nuts.” You chortled, inhaling his scent from within the sleeping bag. Reo chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending a wave of shivers down your spine, “And I'm sorry for calling you a dickhead, Love.” You accidentally slapped his chest out of embarrassment, Reo could only groan for the nth time that evening. You slowly pulled away from his shoulder, “Sorry, out of impulse.”

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