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He will save us in the end🗣️‼️

I'm obsessed with Sato 🫦

The phrase does not belong to Ultraman Rising, but at the end of the day, Ultraman is Ultraman... and it is too iconic

THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ❤️

No one could possisbly love him like I do. He is my muse, my beautiful prince, my Mona Lisa

Unpopular opinion but I actually dislike that people are comparing Kenji to Miguel 😒👎🏾

Likeee I get why but….NO

Ken Sato>>>>>>>Miguel O’Hara

Kenji: come to daddy — I mean-

Several Tokyo citizens:

I wanted to do this deleted scene from the movie just in my style

I don’t think anyone has ever been as insane about him as I am because I genuinely cannot go 5 minutes without thinking about him or else I’ll start shaking a bit and tweaking out. But like everytime I see him on my ipad screen I start screaming and getting extremely lightheaded and it gets hard to breath heh… he just gives me butterflies… (more like SEVERE MENTAL ILLNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!)😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m the autism fictional man hyperfixation final boss no one is on my level I genuinely can’t stop thinking about ken Sato I dream about him every night I made paper arts and crafts of him so I would cope going 10 minutes without seeing his beautiful face sigh

So i watched ultraman,

no there is a difference in miguel and ken. KEN ISN'T SOME MIDDLE AGED FREAK CHASING AROUND A 15 YEAR OLD BOY LIKE A MANIAC. ☺️💗

<3

I’m never drawing a motorcycle again

aw yeah bluey time

#I think I know what the sequel is going to be about

Ultraman: Rising! By Rie Koga, Head of Story for the film

that part when Emi was falling and Ken screamed NOOO BABY with genuine concern and then accidentally broke her arm trying to save her made me think of how in trying to keep Ken safe Professor Sato also ended up accidentally hurting him (emotionally) and maybe that is an inevitable part of love and we always hurt the ones we love when trying to keep them safe

Ultraman: Rising (2024)

Sigh I need a 2nd movie now

my sibling will kick your ass!

synopsis: in which shinichiro challenged keisuke’s sibling to a fight, not knowing that keisuke’s sibling was a pretty girl.

warnings: f!reader, baji!reader, semi-crack, shinichiro does not have game, fluff, comedy, baji is referred to as keisuke to prevent confusion.

wc: 2.2k

note/s: special thank you to @rizsu for beta-reading this i lob u kiss kiss!

“keisuke, what the hell happened to you?” you demand once you see your younger brother beaten and bruised. 

“‘s nothing, nee-san! don’t worry too much.” he waves it off as he runs off to his room, shutting the door immediately. 

you clicked your tongue, knowing that baji wouldn’t answer you yet again. this wasn’t the first time that your brother had come home with blood and bruises on his body, and frankly, you were sick of it. 

“you know… you really shouldn’t be worried too much about keisuke,” you hear your mom interrupt your thoughts as you feel her hand on your shoulder. “maybe this is his way of making friends.” 

“really, mom? being beaten up is his way of making friends?” you hear the door of keisuke’s room open and angry stomps coming closer to the two of you. 

“i was not beaten up! i beat them up.” “and you’re proud of yourself for that?!” if keisuke’s cheeks weren’t bloody from his fight, it would probably be because of your fingers due to how much you wanted to pinch it out of frustration. 

“relax, nee-san! i keep winning anyway.” keisuke said with a smug smile on his face. you pinched the middle of your brows, right elbow on top of your left wrist that crossed on your chest. 

“i’m getting real tired of this, keisuke. this is the second time this week.” “but nee-san, last week it was only three times so—” “that’s not the point, keisuke!“ your brother shut his mouth once he realizes that you were not playing around anymore. 

“from now on, i don’t want you coming home with any kind of bruises or cuts on your body, am i clear?” 

“nee-san–” “am i clear, keisuke?” “...yes, nee-san.” 

you clicked your tongue before placing a hand on his head. “keisuke, you can still have fun without having to resort to violence, you know this, right?” “yeah, sorry, nee-san. it won’t happen again.” you gave his head a pat before he went inside his room. 

your mom looked at you with an amused smile, which you chose to ignore. 

you’ll give keisuke the benefit of the doubt, besides, if keisuke said it won’t happen again, then it won’t happen again. 

“i can’t believe you let it happen again!” you say as you scolded your younger brother who looked anywhere but your eyes, embarrassment filled in his hazel eyes.

“nee-san–” “no, keisuke, you promised! and what did i hear about you joining a gang, are you out of your mind?!” 

“nee-san, it’s fine! we’ll be the best gang there is!” “keisuke, that is not the point! and what do you even know about running gangs?” 

“mikey’s older brother knows how! he taught us what to do and how to beat people up.” keisuke said proudly, unaware of the vein threatening to pop off your forehead. 

“and how old is this older brother you speak of?” keisuke shrugs. “‘dunno. probably 35? 45? never bothered to ask but he owns a bike shop.” 

“let me get this straight.” you say, brows pinched by your fingers, as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“a grown, forty-five year old man, is teaching you how to run a gang? and you don’t see anything wrong with that?” keisuke dumbly shakes his head and you sighed. 

“let me talk to him.” “huh?!” “i said, let me talk to him. i’m not letting you join a fucking gang, keisuke.” 

“but nee-san–” “no. tell your friend’s older brother that i’m going to have a talk with him and i don’t fucking care if he brings his gang around.” you say, in a voice leaving no room for argument. keisuke said nothing, nodding his head, not knowing how tomorrow would end. 

“ah?” shinichiro’s eyebrow rose, a cigarette dangling from his lithe fingers as he puffed out the smoke he inhaled. 

“is that so?” “yeah, my sibling will kick your ass!” keisuke bragged, as he stood in front of shinichiro, the rest of toman surrounding them as shinichiro adjusted a few screws on the motorbike he was working on. 

“tell your sibling to bring his gang or whatever, tomorrow. three pm, i won’t back down from that provocation.” shinichiro replied and keisuke nodded. 

once confirmed, the rest of toman dispersed, leaving shinichiro in his shop alone, as they talked amongst themselves about what would happen tomorrow. 

“ne, baji.” kazutora elbows him. “ah?” the ravenette replies, the rest of toman in their own little world. 

“i didn’t know you had another sibling.” kazutora says, noting that he never saw someone else aside from you and your mom aside from baji whenever he slept over. 

“eh? i thought you and (y/n)-nee were close?”

“wait, so it’s (y/n)-nee-san?” keisuke nodded, confused. “who else would it be?”

“baji, you idiot! you set (y/n)-nee up!” kazutora wanted to punch his friend in the face when he continued to look confused. 

“ah, whatever. surely, shinichiro wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl.” kazutora mumbles. 

baji continued to not get what kazutora was referring to. the ravenette could only sigh, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t have to resort to violence because he’s seen what shinichiro can do and he’s not so sure if you could handle it. 

”nee-san, i think you should back out.” “i can handle it, keisuke. my mind is not going to change.” 

you say as you push open the door to your house. keisuke feels conflicted; maybe he shouldn’t have overestimated you to shinichiro because the aforementioned is the leader of their gang, and as much as you annoy him, he’d never want to see you hurt. 

you pushed the glass doors of the shop opened, triggering the bell above the door as you stood by the bikes. with eyes glaring forward, you wait for the gangster to emerge out of the backrooms. 

“we’re closed.” a male voice calls out and you say nothing, walking up to the register and pressing on the bell that was on the desk. 

“i said, we’re closed!” the voice repeats, the tone turning a bit more hostile but you weren’t going to budge as you pressed on it once more. 

on the other side, shinichiro grits his teeth at the shrill sound of the bell, finding it annoying as he stands up. 

“you think that’s keisuke’s brother?” wakasa asks as he tinkers with his bike, shinichiro shrugs. 

“‘dunno, but that goddamn bell is annoying, i’m gonna go check it out.” shinichiro waves at his comrades before he leaves the curtain separating the backrooms and the desk. 

“can’t you fucking hear? i said we’re clo–” he stops once he sees you looking at him with a raised brow, looking very uninterested. 

the ravenette stops in his tracks because holy shit you were cute, and looked like a baddie too. he recognizes you as his neighbor that he’s seen only twice. you looked familiar, he couldn’t quite point it out.

“can i help you?” shinichiro asked, placing his hands behind his back as he gives a customer-service smile. 

you remain looking uninterested. “get your boss for me.” shinichiro blinks. 

“what?” you roll your eyes in response. “i said, get your boss for me.” shinichiro remains confused, he wants to further ask questions but he is met with you mumbling under your breath. 

“i…” shinichiro says calmly. “i am the boss, uh… this is my shop.” he gestures to the place and you stop your mumbles. 

you blinked confusedly, before your eyes narrowed once more. 

“very funny, pretty boy. tell your boss to stop fucking hiding and face me, i don’t give a shit if his gang would be waiting outside for me.” you declare, and shinichiro would’ve caught on to the fact that you were keisuke’s older sibling— he should’ve. 

with all the signs pointing towards a huge banner that said “i’m keisuke’s sibling!” he disregards every hint he was presented with because holy shit you called him pretty. 

you cleared your throat once you noticed him staring, not making a move before reiterating your previous question. 

“just get me your gang leader or whatever, i want to get this over with.” 

“listen, pretty, like i’ve told you the first time, i’m—” “nee-san!” his words were interrupted when the glass door opened and your younger brother barged in with his friends. 

“please don’t do this, i don’t want you to get hurt!” keisuke says, panting, as if he ran to get here on time. 

“kei, i told you, i’d be fine. and nothing’s happening, their boss is a fucking coward who can’t face me.” you said, pissed off at having your time wasted. 

“uh… nee-san?” you hummed in response. “you’re… already talking to him.” 

with a gasp, you turned back to the ravenette and slapped him across the face, catching him, and the other boys in the shop, off guard. 

“oh shit.” you hear someone, you think his name was draken whisper to mikey, who let out a laugh at what he just witnessed. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell to the ravenette who clasped his slapped cheek, head still tilted to the side. 

now shinichiro remembers, you were baji keisuke’s older sister, the cute neighbor he thought that he had imagined because he rarely saw you.

he turns to you with a menacing look in his eye. “the fuck? what’s wrong with you? why would you slap me?”

“boys, leave.” you turn towards the teens who were watching the scene. “but–” mikey tries to interject but shuts up when he sees your stern expression. “i said, leave.” 

“yes, nee-san!” 

you turn to shinichiro once the coast was clear. 

“why the hell are you letting thirteen year olds make a gang and teaching them how to beat people up?” before shinichiro could even respond, you continued. 

“a forty year old grown man like you shouldn’t instigate children's antics, creep!” 

“forty?! where the hell did you even get that information?” now you are confused, “that’s what keisuke said.”

the both of you didn’t know where this conversation was going, and shinichiro still couldn’t help but not be 100% focused on the topic because to him, you looked so hot when you were angry. 

he clears his throat. “no, i’m not fucking forty, clearly i don’t look forty.” he scoffs. “i’m twenty-five.” that makes a lot more sense. 

“and to answer your question, tell your brother to stop twisting the story because i didn’t tell them how to run a gang. i taught them self-defense, which is leagues away from beating people up.” shinichiro answers. 

shinichiro sighs, “clearly, there’s been some kind of altercation to his story because from what your brother told me, you’d beat me up.” 

you sighed, everything seems to be adding up now, you wanted to smack keisuke upside the head for stirring the story for the sake of conflict. 

“no. i said i’d give you a piece of my mind.” “how ‘bout giving me your number instead?” 

“what?” “what?” 

you looked at him, with an expression as if asking him if he were serious. 

“out of all times, you chose now to flirt with me?” shinichiro tries to play dumb. “why are you assuming i want to take you out on a date?”

“i never said that.” “shit.” he mumbles, knowing that he blew his chances with a pretty girl and that he probably embarrassed himself. 

he’s about to believe wakasa’s words that he had no rizz and take a walk of shame back to the back rooms where his friends were waiting for him. 

speaking of which, they didn’t even come out or take a peek even once to check up on him. 

his thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. 

“what did you say your name was again, sano-kun?” “...shinichiro.” 

“give me your phone, shinichiro.” he wasted no time in handing you his phone, you bit back a laugh, but you can see that the scary gang leader that keisuke was talking about was severely overhyped and that you got mad over nothing. 

you sighed as you typed the final numbers of your contact in his phone and clutched it to your chest before looking him right in the eye. 

“you better take care of keisuke for me.” you say before handing him his phone. shinichiro nods. 

“i’ll treat him like i treat mikey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.” “...somehow that makes me worry even more.” the both of you laugh before you nod back to him in parting. 

“alright, i feel somewhat assured. i’ll get going now.” you dipped your head slightly. “wait!” shinichiro stops you from turning around. 

“let me walk you home.” 

“don’t you have to close up shop?” before shinichiro can respond, you see two men emerging from the backroom and clasping the ravenette on his shoulder. 

“benkei and i’ll take care of it.” wakasa said, pushing shinichiro towards your direction. “make sure your future girlfriend gets home safe.” 

your faces warmed at the teasing but neither of you said anything as you walked away, finding easy conversations on the way home. 

meanwhile, your younger brothers were rejoicing over the fact that they’ll soon be brother-in-laws and the rest of toman just want them to shut up because that’s all they’ve been talking about since you told them to go outside. 

my sibling will kick your ass!

synopsis: in which shinichiro challenged keisuke’s sibling to a fight, not knowing that keisuke’s sibling was a pretty girl.

warnings: f!reader, baji!reader, semi-crack, shinichiro does not have game, fluff, comedy, baji is referred to as keisuke to prevent confusion.

wc: 2.2k

note/s: special thank you to @rizsu for beta-reading this i lob u kiss kiss!

“keisuke, what the hell happened to you?” you demand once you see your younger brother beaten and bruised. 

“‘s nothing, nee-san! don’t worry too much.” he waves it off as he runs off to his room, shutting the door immediately. 

you clicked your tongue, knowing that baji wouldn’t answer you yet again. this wasn’t the first time that your brother had come home with blood and bruises on his body, and frankly, you were sick of it. 

“you know… you really shouldn’t be worried too much about keisuke,” you hear your mom interrupt your thoughts as you feel her hand on your shoulder. “maybe this is his way of making friends.” 

“really, mom? being beaten up is his way of making friends?” you hear the door of keisuke’s room open and angry stomps coming closer to the two of you. 

“i was not beaten up! i beat them up.” “and you’re proud of yourself for that?!” if keisuke’s cheeks weren’t bloody from his fight, it would probably be because of your fingers due to how much you wanted to pinch it out of frustration. 

“relax, nee-san! i keep winning anyway.” keisuke said with a smug smile on his face. you pinched the middle of your brows, right elbow on top of your left wrist that crossed on your chest. 

“i’m getting real tired of this, keisuke. this is the second time this week.” “but nee-san, last week it was only three times so—” “that’s not the point, keisuke!“ your brother shut his mouth once he realizes that you were not playing around anymore. 

“from now on, i don’t want you coming home with any kind of bruises or cuts on your body, am i clear?” 

“nee-san–” “am i clear, keisuke?” “...yes, nee-san.” 

you clicked your tongue before placing a hand on his head. “keisuke, you can still have fun without having to resort to violence, you know this, right?” “yeah, sorry, nee-san. it won’t happen again.” you gave his head a pat before he went inside his room. 

your mom looked at you with an amused smile, which you chose to ignore. 

you’ll give keisuke the benefit of the doubt, besides, if keisuke said it won’t happen again, then it won’t happen again. 

“i can’t believe you let it happen again!” you say as you scolded your younger brother who looked anywhere but your eyes, embarrassment filled in his hazel eyes.

“nee-san–” “no, keisuke, you promised! and what did i hear about you joining a gang, are you out of your mind?!” 

“nee-san, it’s fine! we’ll be the best gang there is!” “keisuke, that is not the point! and what do you even know about running gangs?” 

“mikey’s older brother knows how! he taught us what to do and how to beat people up.” keisuke said proudly, unaware of the vein threatening to pop off your forehead. 

“and how old is this older brother you speak of?” keisuke shrugs. “‘dunno. probably 35? 45? never bothered to ask but he owns a bike shop.” 

“let me get this straight.” you say, brows pinched by your fingers, as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“a grown, forty-five year old man, is teaching you how to run a gang? and you don’t see anything wrong with that?” keisuke dumbly shakes his head and you sighed. 

“let me talk to him.” “huh?!” “i said, let me talk to him. i’m not letting you join a fucking gang, keisuke.” 

“but nee-san–” “no. tell your friend’s older brother that i’m going to have a talk with him and i don’t fucking care if he brings his gang around.” you say, in a voice leaving no room for argument. keisuke said nothing, nodding his head, not knowing how tomorrow would end. 

“ah?” shinichiro’s eyebrow rose, a cigarette dangling from his lithe fingers as he puffed out the smoke he inhaled. 

“is that so?” “yeah, my sibling will kick your ass!” keisuke bragged, as he stood in front of shinichiro, the rest of toman surrounding them as shinichiro adjusted a few screws on the motorbike he was working on. 

“tell your sibling to bring his gang or whatever, tomorrow. three pm, i won’t back down from that provocation.” shinichiro replied and keisuke nodded. 

once confirmed, the rest of toman dispersed, leaving shinichiro in his shop alone, as they talked amongst themselves about what would happen tomorrow. 

“ne, baji.” kazutora elbows him. “ah?” the ravenette replies, the rest of toman in their own little world. 

“i didn’t know you had another sibling.” kazutora says, noting that he never saw someone else aside from you and your mom aside from baji whenever he slept over. 

“eh? i thought you and (y/n)-nee were close?”

“wait, so it’s (y/n)-nee-san?” keisuke nodded, confused. “who else would it be?”

“baji, you idiot! you set (y/n)-nee up!” kazutora wanted to punch his friend in the face when he continued to look confused. 

“ah, whatever. surely, shinichiro wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl.” kazutora mumbles. 

baji continued to not get what kazutora was referring to. the ravenette could only sigh, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t have to resort to violence because he’s seen what shinichiro can do and he’s not so sure if you could handle it. 

”nee-san, i think you should back out.” “i can handle it, keisuke. my mind is not going to change.” 

you say as you push open the door to your house. keisuke feels conflicted; maybe he shouldn’t have overestimated you to shinichiro because the aforementioned is the leader of their gang, and as much as you annoy him, he’d never want to see you hurt. 

you pushed the glass doors of the shop opened, triggering the bell above the door as you stood by the bikes. with eyes glaring forward, you wait for the gangster to emerge out of the backrooms. 

“we’re closed.” a male voice calls out and you say nothing, walking up to the register and pressing on the bell that was on the desk. 

“i said, we’re closed!” the voice repeats, the tone turning a bit more hostile but you weren’t going to budge as you pressed on it once more. 

on the other side, shinichiro grits his teeth at the shrill sound of the bell, finding it annoying as he stands up. 

“you think that’s keisuke’s brother?” wakasa asks as he tinkers with his bike, shinichiro shrugs. 

“‘dunno, but that goddamn bell is annoying, i’m gonna go check it out.” shinichiro waves at his comrades before he leaves the curtain separating the backrooms and the desk. 

“can’t you fucking hear? i said we’re clo–” he stops once he sees you looking at him with a raised brow, looking very uninterested. 

the ravenette stops in his tracks because holy shit you were cute, and looked like a baddie too. he recognizes you as his neighbor that he’s seen only twice. you looked familiar, he couldn’t quite point it out.

“can i help you?” shinichiro asked, placing his hands behind his back as he gives a customer-service smile. 

you remain looking uninterested. “get your boss for me.” shinichiro blinks. 

“what?” you roll your eyes in response. “i said, get your boss for me.” shinichiro remains confused, he wants to further ask questions but he is met with you mumbling under your breath. 

“i…” shinichiro says calmly. “i am the boss, uh… this is my shop.” he gestures to the place and you stop your mumbles. 

you blinked confusedly, before your eyes narrowed once more. 

“very funny, pretty boy. tell your boss to stop fucking hiding and face me, i don’t give a shit if his gang would be waiting outside for me.” you declare, and shinichiro would’ve caught on to the fact that you were keisuke’s older sibling— he should’ve. 

with all the signs pointing towards a huge banner that said “i’m keisuke’s sibling!” he disregards every hint he was presented with because holy shit you called him pretty. 

you cleared your throat once you noticed him staring, not making a move before reiterating your previous question. 

“just get me your gang leader or whatever, i want to get this over with.” 

“listen, pretty, like i’ve told you the first time, i’m—” “nee-san!” his words were interrupted when the glass door opened and your younger brother barged in with his friends. 

“please don’t do this, i don’t want you to get hurt!” keisuke says, panting, as if he ran to get here on time. 

“kei, i told you, i’d be fine. and nothing’s happening, their boss is a fucking coward who can’t face me.” you said, pissed off at having your time wasted. 

“uh… nee-san?” you hummed in response. “you’re… already talking to him.” 

with a gasp, you turned back to the ravenette and slapped him across the face, catching him, and the other boys in the shop, off guard. 

“oh shit.” you hear someone, you think his name was draken whisper to mikey, who let out a laugh at what he just witnessed. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell to the ravenette who clasped his slapped cheek, head still tilted to the side. 

now shinichiro remembers, you were baji keisuke’s older sister, the cute neighbor he thought that he had imagined because he rarely saw you.

he turns to you with a menacing look in his eye. “the fuck? what’s wrong with you? why would you slap me?”

“boys, leave.” you turn towards the teens who were watching the scene. “but–” mikey tries to interject but shuts up when he sees your stern expression. “i said, leave.” 

“yes, nee-san!” 

you turn to shinichiro once the coast was clear. 

“why the hell are you letting thirteen year olds make a gang and teaching them how to beat people up?” before shinichiro could even respond, you continued. 

“a forty year old grown man like you shouldn’t instigate children's antics, creep!” 

“forty?! where the hell did you even get that information?” now you are confused, “that’s what keisuke said.”

the both of you didn’t know where this conversation was going, and shinichiro still couldn’t help but not be 100% focused on the topic because to him, you looked so hot when you were angry. 

he clears his throat. “no, i’m not fucking forty, clearly i don’t look forty.” he scoffs. “i’m twenty-five.” that makes a lot more sense. 

“and to answer your question, tell your brother to stop twisting the story because i didn’t tell them how to run a gang. i taught them self-defense, which is leagues away from beating people up.” shinichiro answers. 

shinichiro sighs, “clearly, there’s been some kind of altercation to his story because from what your brother told me, you’d beat me up.” 

you sighed, everything seems to be adding up now, you wanted to smack keisuke upside the head for stirring the story for the sake of conflict. 

“no. i said i’d give you a piece of my mind.” “how ‘bout giving me your number instead?” 

“what?” “what?” 

you looked at him, with an expression as if asking him if he were serious. 

“out of all times, you chose now to flirt with me?” shinichiro tries to play dumb. “why are you assuming i want to take you out on a date?”

“i never said that.” “shit.” he mumbles, knowing that he blew his chances with a pretty girl and that he probably embarrassed himself. 

he’s about to believe wakasa’s words that he had no rizz and take a walk of shame back to the back rooms where his friends were waiting for him. 

speaking of which, they didn’t even come out or take a peek even once to check up on him. 

his thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. 

“what did you say your name was again, sano-kun?” “...shinichiro.” 

“give me your phone, shinichiro.” he wasted no time in handing you his phone, you bit back a laugh, but you can see that the scary gang leader that keisuke was talking about was severely overhyped and that you got mad over nothing. 

you sighed as you typed the final numbers of your contact in his phone and clutched it to your chest before looking him right in the eye. 

“you better take care of keisuke for me.” you say before handing him his phone. shinichiro nods. 

“i’ll treat him like i treat mikey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.” “...somehow that makes me worry even more.” the both of you laugh before you nod back to him in parting. 

“alright, i feel somewhat assured. i’ll get going now.” you dipped your head slightly. “wait!” shinichiro stops you from turning around. 

“let me walk you home.” 

“don’t you have to close up shop?” before shinichiro can respond, you see two men emerging from the backroom and clasping the ravenette on his shoulder. 

“benkei and i’ll take care of it.” wakasa said, pushing shinichiro towards your direction. “make sure your future girlfriend gets home safe.” 

your faces warmed at the teasing but neither of you said anything as you walked away, finding easy conversations on the way home. 

meanwhile, your younger brothers were rejoicing over the fact that they’ll soon be brother-in-laws and the rest of toman just want them to shut up because that’s all they’ve been talking about since you told them to go outside. 

IM SO SORRY BUT THE SIMILARITIES ARE ASTRONOMICAL ALQOSMQSKWK HE LOOKS SO CUTE THO

also i'm sorry i forgot to specify it but a scenario!! so, i'll do it again 😹 is it okay to req scenario + enemies to lovers + pocky game + mitsuya. like the game started bc of a dare SKDJDHFJRK OK THAT'S ALL SORRY I JUST WOKE UP

—mitsuya takashi // enemies to lovers // pocky game

☆ ˎˊ˗ HI MEI !!! ik u left tumblr but this combo was so cute !! if u see this i hope you are doing well :))) i kind of didnt follow the combo but i think it turned out alright !! i hope everyone enjoys ! xoxo

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“(y/n), i dare you to do the pocky game with the president!” 

pausing your work, you took a moment to process what you’d just heard; there was absolutely no way you heard that correctly, right? you blinked, eyes flicking around the other various club members who had also stopped their work, instead looking up to stare at the girl who had burst into the classroom. 

it seemed like she had been running, her breaths coming out in hot puffs as she looked at you with an excited look on her face. there’s no way she was actually serious, right?!

“...huh? what’re you talking about…?” you asked, frowning a bit at her strange request. “you do realize that you’re thirty minutes late to club, right? where’ve you been?” 

yasuda marched into the room, walking right up to you and planting her hands on your shoulders. she was beginning to startle you a bit, though you had to admit that the excited sparkle in her eyes intrigued you; surely, she had a reasonable explanation for this, right?

“(y/n), listen!” she leaned down to match your height in your chair, cupping her hand to the side of her mouth to prevent anybody from hearing her as she started to whisper in your ear, “i just heard something crazy from hayashi-kun!” 

“oh…okay? what is it?” you asked, albeit a bit hesitant. “you’re acting really strange.” 

“he told me that the president has a crush on you!” 

“...excuse me?” 

“yeah!” she leaned back, awaiting a response from you. “isn’t that amazing?! you should go talk to him!” 

you merely sighed, shaking your head and going back to working on your project. as you pulled your needle in and out of the fabric, you pondered for a moment, wondering where such a ridiculous idea even came from. 

“yasuda-chan, there’s no way that’s possible. i’ve literally declared war on him because of how evenly matched we are in sewing. i’m not going to embarrass myself just because hayashi-kun thinks he knows everything! you should know better than to trust everything he says.” you chided. 

all yasuda did was roll her eyes, her lips curled into a smug smirk. 

“now that he told me, i totally see the chemistry between you two! and, since i dared you, you have to do it!!” 

“we aren’t even playing truth or dare right now, what?” 

“you know, just let me-” yasuda snatched your needlework project from your hands, “-handle this! i’m a matchmaker, and you two are perfect!” when you tried to retrieve it, she slipped out of your grasp, already running away and out of the classroom. 

“you’re a highschool student, not a matchmaker?!” you yelled after her. she was long gone at that point, and now that she had taken your project with her, you were stuck. 

you sat back down, sighing as you slumped down in your chair. you had absolutely no idea what she had been talking about, but now that she had gotten the idea in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. mitsuya? likes you? there was absolutely no way it was possible. after all, you had told him that you two were rivals, (you were only 50 percent serious about that) so why would he like you? 

it wasn’t exactly like you were against the idea of him liking you; it was quite the opposite, in fact. you’d always thought that mitsuya was one of the kindest boys you’d ever met, and he was certainly easy on the eyes, (there had been more than one time when you’d caught yourself staring at him). 

you weren’t about to get any hope over something like this though; there was absolutely no way. 

not more than five minutes had passed before the door slammed open again, although this time yasuda wasn’t alone. along with her was a very confused looking mitsuya, who was currently being shushed in response to his inquiries as to what was happening. 

“(y/n), c’mere!” you glanced around, wondering how exactly you were supposed to be acting in this situation. all the other club members just shrugged at you, going back to their own project. it made you want to sigh again, but you didn’t, instead getting up and reluctantly walking over. 

i guess i can kiss my peaceful afternoon goodbye…please come back another day. 

“yo…” you greeted, trying your best to shy away from yasuda. of course, it was to no avail, since you were immediately dragged into the hallway, the door shutting behind you as you nearly lost your balance from her surprising strength. 

from seemingly nowhere, a pair of hands steadied your frame, holding you firmly by your shoulders to keep you from falling. when you looked up, you were met with mitsuya’s familiar gaze, his lilac gaze laced with concern. 

“hey, you alright?” 

of course it’s him. why would it be anybody else?

“yeah, thanks…” you mumbled, taking a step away from him, leaving a healthy amount of space between the two of you. “yasuda, what is this about-?” 

“okay, here!” the girl damn near hurled an object at you, with you barely being able to catch it. “bye!” without another word, she immediately zoomed off, leaving you with a box of pocky in your hands and a very confused mitsuya. 

he laughed a bit out of shock, which made you laugh a bit too; seriously, this was one of the most random situations you've ever found yourself in. 

“so, do you know what’s going on?” mitsuya asked, his face a mix of amusement and confusion. “yasuda-san just mentioned your name then dragged me over here. is something wrong?” 

“well, not exactly…there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, i think…” you explained, shaking your head. “yasuda’s got it in her head that you have a crush on me, or something like that. she said she heard it from hayashi-kun, so she burst in all like ‘i dare you to play the pocky game with the president’ and stuff, and that’s really all…i know…yeah…” your words tapered off as you talked, watching how mitsuya’s ears and cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink. 

once you stopped talking, mitsuya’s eyes wandered to the side, his ears progressively turning a deeper shade of pink as you stared at him. he chuckled a bit, one of his hands moving behind his neck to fiddle with his hair. 

“i guess i’m caught.” he admitted. “peh-yan can’t keep a secret to save his life, so i knew i would be outed sooner or later. jus’ didn’t expect this soon. ‘m not really prepared…” he muttered, seeming a bit annoyed. “i was planning to have this be a little bit more gentlemanly, but-” 

“wait, you…you like me?” you interrupted, pointing to yourself. mitsuya subtly raised a brow at you, seeming confused at your question. 

“didn’t i just admit to it?” 

“i know, but…i just, i thought that she was being crazy or something! i always thought that there was no way…” when you realized what you had just admitted, you immediately tried to backtrack. “i-i mean! uh, not that you’re terrible, actually, you’re the opposite of terrible, i just meant that i…i…”

“can i?” mitsuya suddenly asked, gesturing to the pocky box in your hands. 

“huh? uh, yeah…” you murmured, holding it out to him. the embarrassment flooding your body now was unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before; why were you bumbling like a complete fool?!

you watched as mitsuya opened the box, ripping open the wrapping and plucking one of the chocolate sticks out. he held it between his fingers for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something before walking a bit closer to you. 

“just let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” 

“o-okay…what’re you-?” mitsuya slipped the pocky stick between your lips, essentially cutting your words off. he waited for a moment, seemingly waiting for any sort of response as he looked at you. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears at this point; you’ve never had someone look at you with such intense eyes before. 

when you didn’t seem to be rejecting anything, mitsuya moved just a bit closer, one of his hands moving to hover near your jaw. he paused for a moment, waiting before he did anything. when you didn’t move away from his touch, you finally felt his hand move under your chin, gently moving your head to tilt up. 

without any more hesitance, he bit down on the end of the pocky stick, eyes locked on yours. on one hand, you wanted to look away from embarrassment, but on the other hand, you were anticipating and watching his every move, not wanting to look away even for a moment. his lazy lilac eyes were burning with so many different emotions, and you wanted to see all of them. 

slowly, he took another bite, and then another, starting to move closer and closer to you as he kept biting down on the pocky stick. before you knew it, the two of you were face to face, and you knew that if he took one more bite that the two of you would-

a crunch! interrupted your thoughts, and just a moment later you felt velvety soft lips, pressing gently against your own lips. the taste of chocolate briefly filled your senses, and all you could think and feel was mitsuya. 

and then it was over, the boy pulling away gently and giving a small smile. despite how cool and calm he seemed to be, you could tell that he was also nervous and excited from the flush across his cheeks. 

“does that answer your question?” 

“huh? what?” mitsuya chuckled a bit at your confusion; in your defense, you were still delirious from kissing him. 

“remember? you asked if i was sure i liked you.” 

“oh…” you mumbled, recalling that you did in fact ask that. “i, uh…i am definitely not convinced…you should try and convince me.” you tried to say calmly, (you definitely did not say it calmly). 

“hah, i have to finish my tutoring session, but i’ll pick you up after club is out, okay?” he asked, seeming amused at your lame attempt to get another kiss out of him. 

mitsuya seemed like he was about to leave, taking a few steps away and giving you a smile, but he stopped, backtracking to you. 

“just to give you a little more convincing…” he murmured. before you could ask him what he was talking about, one of his hands slipped behind your head, gently pushing you forward a bit as he leaned down, lips carefully pressing against your forehead. he stayed there for a moment before he leaned back, giving you a warm smile. “i’ll see you in a bit, (y/n).” 

“oh, okay…”

“bye.” he chuckled, seeming to be amused by your shell-shocked state. 

“bye bye…” you waved as he walked away, his first few steps being backwards to keep facing you before he turned around, jogging down the hall and eventually out of sight. 

as you kept standing in the hallway, you brushed your fingers against your lips, feeling like they were tingling and on fire at the same time. the taste of chocolate lingered on them, making you remember mitsuya. 

wow…

almost as if you were possessed, you slowly walked back to the club classroom, sliding the door open. what you weren’t expecting was for almost all the home ec’s club members to be pressed against the door, falling back when you opened it. without any words, you all stared at each other for a moment in shock. in an instant, they were all scrambling up from the floor, scurrying back to their places as you continued to stand there, your jaw hanging open. 

oh my god.

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