He couldn’t help to feel attracted to both of them, to let his visceral curiosity have the best of him, as he always did. i really want to know what happened to Sae in Spain.
Yuuta glances at your face one last time, as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, engraving in his heart and mind the greatest art he had ever seen. This was everything he ever dreamed of ever since the first time he saw you, to lie next to you, to have you, to be with you. Silence once again consumes his bedroom, with you lulling back to sleep with his fingers playing with your hair and his eyes still fixated on you. “you’re so sappy” you scoot closer to him as he wraps an arm around your waist. “my pretty girl” he says lovingly, kissing your eyelids, your nose, and a faint press on his lips into your own. Yuuta's thumb caresses your cheek, face inching closer until you could feel his breath fanning into yours. “very pretty” his hand slid from the sheets into the side of your face, you leaned into his touch, staring back at him with those angelic eyes, everything is just perfect, it felt like he became one with the painting he's admiring. “i’m sorry you just look so pretty I couldn't help but stare” you giggled and yuuta swore it sounded like a chorus of angels, a harmonious sound of harps playing in the distance. “why are you staring at me?” a smile reappeared on your face, gazes locked on each other, until yuuta breaks the silence and finally speaks. yuuta fears that if he speaks the moment would be ruined, the painting he's ever so lucky to gaze at would be sullied. “yuu?” he should speak, he tries to but he can't, he couldn't choke out the words he wants to tell you. “morning yuu” even the half asleep tone in your voice sends his heart and brain in a frenzy.
Shidou ryusei cracked#
it felt surreal for a moment, that in this very second it was just hallucination, a figment of his fantasies and yet, when you slowly opened your eyes, cracked a sweet smile – he was reminded that this is real, that you're here. You look like an artwork, a painting so ethereal that a mere human could never come close, could never replicate. sleeping soundly in the comfort of his bed, hair messy and marks from what you both did last night is still etched in your soft skin. So bare, unguarded, vulnerable, cladded with nothing but his thick blanket. Yuuta feels like he shouldn't be seeing you like this. He always invites you, and he never hides his casual requests for you to come back to his dorm for movies or the newest episode of your favorite anime. He wants you to study with him, even if he hasn’t allowed anyone from the inner circle to join him willingly.
Shidou ryusei how to#
It wasn’t long before he was inviting you to tag along with him too, teaching you how to make different dishes and even trying your hand at baking while he’s crouched over recipe books spouting the ingredients at you. No, you made those qualities feel endearing. When he got loud, you got louder, a tactic his mom first employed and something he hadn’t realized worked on him so well. You laughed at his rude comments, only shaking your head or rolling your eyes playfully to disagree. None of those are good qualities, he’s well aware, but you made him feel like they were. He’s hateful and unforgiving, loud and brash.
You invited him to read your favorite books and mangas with you, you introduced him to new video games and even offered to train together, something that anyone outside of Izuku ran away from. You seemed not to mind his bristly nature, even when he got a little loud, you never flinched away from him or went out of your way to push his buttons like everyone else. You’ve been friends since your first year at UA, or as close to friends as one really can get with the explosive blond. You on the other hand, look-he can’t look. He looks like he’s been greased in baby oil or something slimy straight out of the sea. He’s already prone to hyperhidrosis due to his quirk nature, and the weather certainly wasn’t helping the matter. Certainly he would laugh if it was happening to anyone but him.
It’s the hottest day of the year, and Katsuki is miserable in so many ways it’s almost comical. You’ve never had a stupid idea in your life, other than agreeing to be his woman, he thinks now.ĭenki and Mina would want to go to the beach. Oh his stupid, stupid friends and their stupid gatherings and hang out sessions, just irritating him beyond belief. It was his stupid idea in the first place, but still, he finds himself knee deep in regret instead of ocean-water.
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