This Is Love

This Is Love

⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ- prologue

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Male! Kuronuma Sawako X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: none. Fluff.

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IT WAS SPRING time, It was the first day of the new year's student admissions. A boy was walking with cherry blossoms decorating the road, the petals were falling from the wind making them decorating the streets pink.

"Are you sure it's that way Shouta?" Ask the girl to point the way where her friend was certain where their school is. "As far as I remember, the direction of our school is this way, not that way." added the girl with an unsure expression to her friend who said the correct direction for their school was the opposite direction. 

"I'm not too sure, we'd be late if we choose the wrong direction to the school." He answered rubbing the back of his neck. "We should have gone with Ryu." They both groaned and mentally wish that they won't be late on their first day unaware of someone's presence behind them.

"Excuse me." A low voice starts, and the sudden voice made them turn around.

Finally looking at the person, it had taken you by surprise. He was tall probably the same height as Kazehaya, and his shoulder was quite big, but what surprised you a lot more than his voice was the bangs that covered his eyes a little.

"If you're going to Kitahoro High, it's that way." You heard him speak, He pointed to the road that you had pointed out earlier.

A smile crawled its way to your face, "Thank you" you beamed at him. His figure went stiff at your smile with the wind softly blowing your hair to the side. He gave a small nod before walking away his ears slowly turning red.

It was the first time for him that a strange said thank you and smiled at him without being weird or running away.

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I started to rematch Kimi Ni Todoke as soon Netflix put it on new and hot. I publish this on different platform other than tumblr. Do not plagiarise, translate, copy and paste, claim my work as yours. Thank you!

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KENMAAA😫😫😫

Kenma always volunteered to take the night shift with your little one.

You really didn’t mind, it was good to know that when your newborn baby would stir and cry in the middle of the night, that he was more than willing to tend to her littlest needs and biggest cries.

You had teased him, once or thrice, about this just being a cover so he could play his game all hours of the night without any scolding from you or his best friend, hiding it under a fatherly deed. Which he’d roll his eyes with a small blush and shake his head at “‘s not true, babe.”

Really, it was so he could be here like this.

Tiny hands reached up to grab at his blue-light glasses in intrigued, causing Kenma’s face to scrunch up dramatically, “yeah, I know, they were the last ones on the shelf, I already hear it from Uncle K, I don’t need to hear it from you.”

The infant merely blinks up at him. Kenma knows, deep down, that she can’t hear him, she won’t even remember the glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose come the age of two. But there’s a small part of his exhausted, imaginative brain that does convince him that she hears her dad’s gentle teasing; finds it amusing, even.

His thoughts are cut off by the sounds of her little mouth letting out strangely aggressive grunts, and Kenma can only innocently snicker at the sounds. Then, he remembers what they mean, and his face drops back down.

“Are you really popping on me?” He asks, a hand rubbing her belly. “Seriously? You couldn’t have saved that for your other parent? No no, they give you your bottle, so I get the aftermath.”

With that, he rises to his feet to bring her to the changing table, changing her diaper with only a few comments here and there- “no, seriously, how does something so small-?” and “you know, I’m doing this for you, so you better do it for me when I’m old and in diapers.”- but there’s nothing more Kenma would rather be doing. It’s his baby, his little miracle, and for all the months he feared his paternal instinct wouldn’t kick in, they were worth it when his little girl looks up at him and lets out a single, breathy laugh, and he stiffens up.

It was her first giggle.

Tears heat up the corner of his eyes and he picks his now clean baby off of the table, “y-you just laughed- oh my god, you just- you just laughed for me!”

And this is why, he thinks to himself. This is why he spends all night watching and tending to her; he doesn’t want to miss a thing when he’s at work. These are moments he’ll never get back, these small, little things that she’ll never knew even happened, but he’ll remember until the day he dies.

“I knew you thought I was funny.”

"Hey princess" *dies*

“If I die one more time because you guys say some fuck shit, you’re getting banned.”

Kenma’s been on this boss for hours. Well, an hour and twenty three minutes, to be exact, as his recording time so graciously wouldn’t let him forget. In his chat, there’s a flurry of people who backseat him to tell him how to beat the boss (mods will take care of them later, but it’s still obnoxious), people laughing and a few encouraging comments being tacked on with some generous donations.

At this point, he just wants to end the stream and beat it in the focus of his own company.

But he won’t. Because it’s his job or whatever.

“Kenny?” A voice calls: your voice. Kenma softens and turns to the door, ignoring his character as it dies again. “I bought you some munchies since you didn’t answer my text.”

“Hey princess,” he hums, smiling and leaning his head back against the chair. “Sorry i didn’t get back to you, I’m in the fuckin’ thick of it. How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you say, smiling and bending down to kiss his nose. “The girls say hi and that they’ll watch later; whatcha doin’?”

Kenma gives you a groan of exhaustion, “I’m suffering, that’s what. This game is horrifically hard.”

“I told you it would be, Ken.” Despite your ‘I told you so’, he chuckles and puckers his lips out for a proper kiss, which you comply with happily. In your peripheral, chat spams with orange hearts- your designated emoji amongst his fans- and puke faces for the affection you two just shared.

He hums and pulls away softly, “you wanna give it a whirl? Maybe some new eyes will make this shit easier.”

“You’re the gamer in this dynamic babe,” you snort. Despite this, you scoot to the side so he can get up and switch places with you, watching with a smile as you get settled in his oversized chair.

Chat explodes with an absolute inflation of orange hearts, flowing a mile a second, and it makes you smile to be seen in such a positive light, even if this is far from the first time they’ve seen or supported you.

“Hi guys!” You say eagerly, grabbing the controller while he leans over the back of the chair. The chat quickly fills up with words of wisdom and “GOOD LUCKS!” while Kenma plants a kiss to your cheek. “What do I have to do?”

“Basically just beat the boss; I’ve found that kinda breaking the game by rolling behind the boss and then pressing ‘y’ for the super attack is best, but hey. I’ve also been stuck on this boss since you left, so I don’t really know anything.”

“Thanks for the help,” you snort, but with a roll of your shoulders to get comfortable, you take on the task.

And it goes well! For the first few seconds.

Slowly then after, it turned into you running away from the boss and blaming Kenma- in your defense, he likes his buttons to do certain things, it’s different than you are used to!- while all along, trying to roll behind the boss to swing at his back.

It’s very amusing to everyone but you.

“How are you so bad at this?” He cackles, and you quickly try to shush him.

“Shut up!” You giggle, shaking your head. Your character lays a slash of their sword, but the game doesn’t seem to register it- if anything, your character gets the hit.

“No! Fuck!” You cackle out a whine, while behind you Kenma tugs at his hair in amused disbelief.

“Please- dear god, I will buy you a ring right now if you just get one hit on this boss-“

“DONT SAY THAT!” You whine, hands immediately starting to shake as you tap mercilessly on the buttons, cheeks ablaze while the grin on your face refuses to falter.

This, to your distracted dismay, causes chat to explode, taking your already shaky focus and making it somehow less existent.

dankondits: you’re making the poor lady stressed!

notakodzukenfan: I’ll marry her no cap-

notemmyrosee: 🧡🧡🧡

slobonthyknob: Kodzuken simp, confirmed???

lasagnahypeeee: our baby streamer growing up ;-;

corner.of.internet: when she’s bad at video games but still a 10>>>>

Thank you kuroosassscheek for the 15000 bits: BUY THE WOMAN A RING BEFORE I DIE OF OLD AGE!

“Kuroo, not helping!” You whine, cheeks an absolute scorch while all Kenma does behind you is snicker. Traitor.

Between the absolute unsupportive nature of your boyfriend and all eyes of the Internet being on you as you fail over and over again, you finally cave and give up.

With a pout, you plant the controller back on the desk, letting the opponent hit you with its many attacks, all the while your character grunts in pain. You must look like a child, because the next thing you feel is Kenma’s lips against your cheek, and it causes that pout to finally break up. “You did good,” he praises. “It’s a hard boss; I’m glad you tried it.”

“Me too,” you confess. You lean in to give him a proper kiss, laughing into it as Kenma holds his large hand up, as if to shield the affection from his watchful viewers. You part with a nudge of his nose, and when his hand comes down, you lace your fingers with his. “It was fun, but I think I’ll leave the gaming to you.”

slimesloppy_: EWWWWWWWW

bosscat867: awww dad’s in love 🧡🧡🧡

razzledazzletoes: UR A COUPLE OF SLUTS!!

zedlerlover: use protection kids

anameicantpronouce: 🧡🧡🧡

blitznbawls: 🧡🧡🧡

brucespringsteendaddy: follow for more tips and tricks

tinytivvies: mrs kodzuken 🧡🧡🧡

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, standing back up to let you slip out of the gaming chair. Your eyes avoid chat, you see all the laughing stickers scrolling though, and you shake your head as your hands reach for the headset.

“Alright chat. Here’s Kodzuken. Hope you enjoyed the interlude.” You push up and out of the chair, letting Kenma slip right in and take your spot. As you turn to leave, you offer him one last call- “oh! When you do buy that engagement ring, I expect no less than 6 karats.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he scoffs, watching you leave with a cheesy smile on his face. He turns back to the camera and slips his headset back on, “dummy. Got you one with 10, you think this is my first day?”

Chat once again explodes with excitement while Kenma merely smirks and goes back to his game, looking at the boss with new eyes and the chat focused on something else.

CRUSH ME

The weight shift woke you up. As soon as you opened your eyes, however, you heard a soft shushing sound.

“It’s just me, don’t get up,” Simon’s voice said from behind you.

You rolled around, looking at him.

“You’re home,” you said.

“Yeah. Back to sleep, sweetheart, it’s alright,” Simon replied.

Simon had made it so quietly right up to this point. He arrived home knowing you would be asleep at this hour, ate whatever was left in the kitchen, and took a quick shower.

It had been a few months and as much as he wanted to be greeted by you first thing of his arrival, Simon would prefer not to disturb your sleep. Turned out he did anyway and he was glad that he did not need anything else other than to join you in bed.

“Have you eat?” you asked. “I could heat up—”

Simon shushed you again. 

“I have. Just go back to sleep, alright?” Simon said. “I’ll be here with you.”

Now you lied down on the bed, facing Simon who was lying facing you. Your eyes were opened and your lips curved into a weak smile. Simon looked back at you with half the smile you had on your face, but his eyes said enough.

A few seconds passed, Simon pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, wrapping your limbs around him just as tight.

“You’re actually home,” you said, having your voice muffled with that position.

“I am,” Simon said. “You’ve missed me?”

“A lot,” you nodded.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Simon replied. “A lot.”

A moment of silence passed before Simon pressed his lips on your forehead.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Doesn’t matter. Just go back to sleep,” Simon answered. “I’ll still be here tomorrow.”

“You better be. Don’t let this be a dream,” you said.

“Promise, love,” Simon stated. “I’ll still be here tomorrow and the days after that.”

compliment prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “you’re so cute when you’re half asleep.”

— “god, you look amazing.”

— “no one makes me feel the way you do.”

— “you don’t have to do anything. just being here, with me, that’s enough.”

— “there’s not a single thing i don’t love about you.”

— “thank you for always knowing what to say.”

— “i’d rather sit in silence with you than do anything with someone else.”

— “you’re just so lovable.”

— “i’ve always loved your [insert feature/trait], i think it’s one of the best things about you.”

— “i love you so much. i always feel like i don’t tell you that enough.”

— “you’re so comforting to be around.”

— “i’d be nowhere without you. you’ve gotten me through so much.”

— “your smile always cheers me up.”

— “i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.”

— “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Male! Kuronuma Sawako X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ genre: romance, genderbend, fanfiction, slice of life

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: bullying, coarse language, making out.

In which a boy has the nickname 'Toshio' because he has long hair which he has with ghost characters from the Ju-On. Sachihiro is a boy who looks gloomy and awkward when communicating.

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