Lost Shepherd (Time Travel) AU

The King's Command - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: Chevalier spends a day at work with his son

Tags: Fluff

You stood at the doorway of his office, silently watching – no, admiring – the love of your life. The afternoon sun poured in through the windows, casting him in an ethereal glow; his already light hair now appearing platinum. His brilliant blue eyes were cast down, meticulously reviewing the documents covering his desk. Even while performing such a mundane task, Chevalier still managed to take your breath away. 

The quill in his hand scratched lightly on the paper as his elegant handwriting filled the page. He paused, setting the quill down on his desk. A tiny hand darted out from its hiding place and grabbed it. When Chevalier reached for his quill and discovered it was missing, he knew precisely who the thief was. 

Sighing, he removed the quill from the child’s hand, roughly patting his fluffy blond head. “Papa needs this,” he said quietly. 

Your heart filled with warmth watching the two of them, remembering earlier that morning when Chevalier offered to bring the young prince to his office. 

“Let me spend some time with him,” Chevalier offered, brushing a kiss on your cheek. “Tell me how the story ends later,” he whispered, smiling at you as he watched you reading. 

“He’s a handful,” you warned, as you closed the book, putting it to the side. 

Chevalier scoffed. “He’s reading a book.” The young prince was dwarfed in a plush chair, surrounded by piles of books.  

“It’s when he is not reading...”  

Chevalier scooped his son from the chair and carried him in his arms. “Mama needs some quiet time,” he whispered. “You’re spending the day with me.” 

A little finger reached out and flicked his father’s forehead. Stunned, Chevalier stared at his son and then turned to you. “Did he just...?” 

Covering your mouth, you stifled a laugh. “He does that all the time. I wonder where he got it from.” 

Chevalier turned his attention back to his son and narrowed his eyes. “You do know I am the King?” 

The little boy laughed in his face, his laughter free and joyous. “No, you’re papa.” He took his small hands and squeezed his father’s cheeks, a very rare, pale pink blush crept on the King’s face. 

It was a small gesture, but when your husband and father of your child was the King, nothing was ever small. 

Chevalier’s loud sighs interrupted your thoughts. “No scribbling on papa’s papers.” He tugged at the paper in the young child’s hand, the boy already displaying a firm grip, just like his father.  

He held up the document his son just drew all over. “At least your penmanship is more legible than that of your foolish uncle.” Chevalier patted his son’s head, ruffling his blond locks, as he placed a blank sheet of paper for him to draw on.  

You continued to watch them; their voices hushed. The young boy looked up at his father with big, blue eyes. Unable to hear what they were saying, one might think Chevalier was telling his son a story.  

You couldn’t have been standing there all that long when a sweet voice called out to you.  

“Mama!” 

Chevalier looked up at you and smiled. “How long were you planning on hiding from us?” 

As you approached his desk, your son held his arms out to you, excited to see his mother. Chevalier lifted him up towards your open arms. As soon as he was nestled in your arms, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you until you fell onto the King’s lap. 

“You’re spending the day with us now.” With a wicked grin, Chevalier pressed a kiss to your lips. “Consider this your King’s command.” 

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Random Headcannon of the day (ACTOR AU EDITION!)

Wakasa, Ran and Rindou's actors are cousins, and they got scouted for the weirdest things.

Ran and Rindou were first spotted auditioning on a whim. Being naturally gifted in acting (which they used for all the wrong reasons), their mother persuaded them to star as extras in a music video, but they ended up outshining the actual singer because they rolled up iced out, wearing high-end shit that probably priced around half the production cost. Ran did stupid shit in the background like balance beer cups on his head and danced like a Teletubby while Rindou Naruto-ran around him.

They got kicked out for causing so many cuts, but the talent agent immediately asked for their bios and numbers.

Wakasa got discovered while walking past a news reporter on the streets with a friend. Said friends made faces at the camera while Waka just stood deadpan, until he

Then left. He got calls from three agencies that day, but went with his cousins' company.

Thoughts.

The story both starts and ends with the exact same sentence, the last in a sad way. “She smiled at me, like any stranger would.”

Deer and cherry blossoms in Nara park, Japan

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can i get some advice on something? so i have three jobs, at one of them everyone thinks im a catholic girl, one thinks im a faggot, and the last one thinks im a butch lesbian. im literally just bisexual guy with a lisp. anyway at the last job i have a milf coworker who i think is hitting on me? she keeps giving me candy and leaving me notes to find at my station. but also she has a mean soccer mom haircut :/ what should i do? i also dont want to ruin her awakening to women if thats whats happening

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some old things anyways more tourabu genshin things (i recently learned that sayo and venti have the same jp va)

hi! I don't know if you also write for Ikeprince but I wanted to make a request on Chevalier as a father?

Characters: Chevalier Michel x Reader Rating: General. Word count: 1568 words Warning/s: None. Having kids. Pregnancy. Author note: I'm a simp for Chevalier, so this hc's got out of hand and its kinda long, in this essay I will---

The announcement

This man is inexperienced in some stuff, but he is not an idiot. He immediately knew when you were feeling under the weather before you could blink, sending the royal physician to check on you when you started waking up later than usual, complaining about the soreness on your body and the stomach cramps

At first, he thought it was due to the stress you were under as the Queen Consort, and he contemplated putting more work on his plate to help you along while you recovered. 

But then the physician came running to him after checking in on you, bowing deeply before him, out of breath as he apologized over and over for interrupting the meeting with his faction. 

“Her Majesty The Queen is expecting.” Were the words spoken before Chevalier could ask what such a display was about. 

There was a heavy silence in the room then. That was broken by Luke asking “Eh? Does she have visitors?” 

Followed by Clavis laughing his lungs out.

Followed by the foxy glances of Nokto after a minute of shock.

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, annoyed at the idiotic reactions as he stood up, cape fluttering behind him as he exited the room with long strides to hurry to the bedroom. 

You were there, processing the news, standing before the full-length mirror to see the changes in you, despite they were minimal and barely visible, even under the eye of an expert. 

In silence, he approached after closing the door behind him. The air in the room turned heavy with uncertainty as he made his way to you.

“Chevalier--I…” words died in your throat, not knowing what to say. 

“Quiet,” he commanded, laying a heavy, yet gentle hand on your shoulder that made you feel comforted by the warmth that spread all over your body. “Come sit and read with me.” 

Despite all the work put aside, he sat down, taking you with him and holding you on his lap with a gentle embrace, the palm of his hand resting on your belly, and yours laid over his. 

During the pregnancy

You bet Chevalier takes a break from romance novels just so he can read about children and parenting in general (please let it be books about it Cybird I beg you)

You are under the watchful eye of every servant and soldier, having them come to you for every and any of your needs. After all, that’s the firstborn of The King you are carrying. 

Yet you still insist on taking on your duties as Queen as you’d normally do, just with a little more support that your multiple brothers-in-law granted you to make it possible for you to have time to rest and take it easy. 

Chevalier has it rough, not getting a wink of sleep during the nights, worrying more about the enemies that might be lurking in the shadows to harm you and your child, or about your morning sickness.

As King and Queen, you’d have days where you won’t see each other until night fell, but Chevalier moves mountains just so he can get his work done with you sitting next to him, or preferably, on his lap. 

You also bet he has his sword pointed at Clavis at all times while he makes him dismantle all of his artifacts for pranks that could cause you harm even if they are not intended. If you have an accident and Clavis is in a mile radius his head won’t be attached to his body.

He doesn’t show it, but he is truly worried every time he spends a busy day all on his own without time to check in on you. 

You have a little argument over names one day. For some reason, and taking you by surprise, he lists a lot of girl names.  

Oh, remember that Clavis dismantled his stuff? Yeah, he forgot one thing that is supposed to jump-scare Yves in the kitchen whenever he would be baking

The thing is, it did jumpscare Yves…when you and he decided it’d be great to bake something together. It was his scream of terror that jump scared you so bad that your water broke. 

Chaos ensued. Yves was panicking and you…not so much. There was not as much liquid as you’d imagine there would be, but it was enough that your gown stained. 

The first ones to come to aid at Yves’ scream were Rio, who also threw himself into a panic fit about the baby about to be born, and Licht, who happened to be as calm as you were. Thankfully Licht helped you walk out of the kitchen. While Rio and Yves were consoling each other, hurrying to see what to do to help, calling for your maids to help you. 

Your maids were prepared and they rushed to prepare the room you’d be giving birth in, notifying the physician and midwives so they could come as soon as possible. 

With all the scandals in the kitchen, people might have or have not forgotten to notify someone else, the news reaching Sariel first who dutifully smacked some sense into Rio before heading to the King and announcing the news. 

Chevalier immediately dropped all of his work, “Take care of it.”, he told Sariel as he exited the room to meet you, leaving all of his work of the day in the hands of the minister. 

Thankfully, your contractions were barely starting when he made it to your side, and you had already been stripped from your gown into more comfortable robes.

Chevalier knew you were strong, but he never put your strength to the test until he held your hand during labor, clenching his jaw to avoid showing his pain because you definitely were about to break his fingers.

He holds you, with an arm around your shoulder so he is close to your body, enough for you to feel him breathe behind you, helping you control your own ragged breathing by trying to match his. 

Your birth was private, with only the necessary staff to take care of you, but behind the locked door, there was a sea of people holding their breath, listening to your wailing…and the silence that came after, followed by a tiny cry. 

Having a tiny human

Solana Michel is named the first princess of Rhodolite to be born in a long time, after a long tradition of all boys in a family. 

You took the opportunity to rest from your duties in order to take care of Solana yourself, despite a lot of the female staff insisting you shouldn't. Which was met with an “are you serious?” look from your part. 

As for Chevalier, he is still a busy man, but this time he decides to rely more on his brothers and their talents to take some weight off his shoulder so he can spend more family time with you, still taking care of the most important matters that require him. 

He is not great with kids (this is canon btw), so the first time he held his daughter, she started crying, making him tense all over before handing her back to you to soothe her. 

It takes some more tries, but the result is the same, Solana always starts bawling her lungs out the moment he holds her. 

He is annoyed, more with himself at how bad he is dealing with his own child. 

The one time Solana didn’t cry was when you were bathing after putting her to sleep in the crib. Chevalier sat close to it, reading as usual, with the quiet rain outside as background noise. Until it started thundering.

Needless to say, Solana started bawling at the loud noise outside, making him turn to look at her and consider calling you or one of the nannies to care for her.

Chevalier was still frustrated about his own daughter not liking him, and you taking care of most of her needs, and he didn’t exactly want anyone else to do it. 

He sighs heavily, prepared for the baby girl to cry her loudest once he holds her, but once she is in his arms her sobs quiet down. 

Good thing you aren’t in the room because you’d be able to see the face of pure shock this man has. 

The baby quiets down, and he does what he read once in all of those parenting books he decided to read: he hums a lullaby he has heard you sing to her and rocks her softly so she drifts back to sleep. 

You go out the bathroom only to be greeted with the sight of him, sitting comfortably with an open book in his hand and the other holding your daughter -who is now sleeping soundly- on his chest. He only gives you a soft look once he notices you are standing there. 

Once you are dressed for bed, you offer to take her so you can move her to the crib. 

“No. I’ll take care of her.” 

Half an hour later he joins you in bed, careful of the small baby in his arms. This man doesn’t show it but he is elated and won’t let go of Solana, so that night she sleeps between the two of you. 

He definitely reads to her, and he personally teaches her how to read and write as soon as she is old enough, that way the three can share a pastime. 

Chevalier doesn’t tell you yet, but he wants to go for a second and maybe a third *wink wink* 

Sakura Haruka's Weather Contact

Synopsis: You're from Sakura's hometown, and though he wasn't your friend when he lived there - you tried really hard to be. When you both got cell phones you knew he wouldn't just give you his number, or accept yours... so you lied, and offered to put the "weather" contact in his phone for him. You've been texting him the weather forecast everyday for about 3 years now. WC: ~7.1k TW: nothing but fluff

Around 5th grade your dad was stationed in Japan, which meant that you were the new kid again. Honestly, it was pretty rough to move to a completely new country, learn a new language, customs, etc… But, surprisingly the town you moved to wasn’t so horrible - to you. A young boy by the name of Sakura Haruka got the brunt of the abuse from just about everyone in town. Though he had an interesting look - split black and white locks with one gray and one amber eye - you didn’t quite understand why everyone was so cruel to him.

Of course you tried to make friends with him despite everyone in your class warning you not to, and at first you thought they might be right since he immediately snapped at you to leave him alone. Unfortunately for him, Pollyanna had been your comfort movie that year, so you just kept trying. For the entire year.

By 6th grade, you had finally pestered him into at least speaking to you. Alas, he wouldn’t admit the two of you were friends, but he had started sitting with you during lunch hour even if he didn’t talk to you much. A few months into the school year he would respond to your hellos and smiles in the hallways with a deep blush and a gruff hey. Halfway through the year he got a cellphone, which was when he finally spoke to you freely.

“Oh cool! Did you get a cellphone Sakura?” Chirping from where you stood behind him sitting on the bench in front of you. Whipping around with a notch in his brown, and a deep red already burning the tips of his ears - his fists slightly raised for a fight.

“Do-don’t sneak up on me like that!” He snapped while swiftly pocketing his phone. Stifling a giggle, you came around to sit next to him on the bench, to which he immediately stiffened by your proximity.

“Do you know how to use it?” Raising the question in a voice an octave higher than your normal pitch. Sakura muttered something you couldn’t quite catch in return and refused to meet your gaze. Shrugging lightly, you pulled out the phone you just got for Christmas. 

“I just got this one, but I’m still learning how it works,” laughing lightly at yourself as you held the pastel pink piece of plastic out in front of you.

“That’s the only pink thing I’ve ever seen you have,” Sakura responded pointedly, throwing an incredulous look at the device. Immediately you threw your head back, releasing boisterous laughter to Sakura's surprise.

“My mom said the same thing when I opened it,” you replied while wiping the tears from your eyes. “My dad got it for me, but he hasn’t figured out that I got out of my ‘everything pink’ phase in like 3rd grade,” informing him on the color as you studied the grooves of the pink folding into the blackened screen. “I still like it though,” adding gingerly while folding your hands into your lap.

“That’s fair,” Sakura mumbled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t strike me as an ‘everything pink’ person, but you’re also not a ‘no pink’ kind of person either,” he spoke slowly - piecing the thought together as the words left his mouth. Tittering faintly at his awkwardness, you bobbed your head in agreement.

“I think so too,” you spoke softly with a wistful smile. Then you did something you didn’t usually do - you lied. “So, um, did you get the Weather Contact on your phone?” You inquired with a curious tilt of your head. A notch formed in his brow as he cocked his head at you.

“I-I don’t think so,” he tentatively pulled his phone back out, “I don’t know how to check.” He admitted shamefully as he held his phone out to you. Smiling brightly, you took it and immediately navigated to the contact list.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Sakura jumped a little at your exclamation as he leaned closer to peer over your shoulder at the little illuminated screen. “It’s okay, mine didn’t either, my mom had to add it. Everyone’s phone is supposed to come with one so you can text it for the weather and it’ll send you the daily forecast!” You explained quickly as you typed in your phone number under the contact name ‘Weather’. Once you were done, you handed his phone back with a big grin, and Sakura - for once - uttered a low ‘thank you’.

Like clockwork, the next morning Sakura texted you for the weather. Your hands trembled as you swiftly searched for the forecast, and then you quickly texted him back, “Partially sunny. High of 70, low of 58. 30% humidity with a chance of light rain in the evening. Bring a light jacket!”

Of course, you never told him in case he would suddenly stop texting you, or hate you for lying to him. All the while you and Sakura got closer bit by bit, never enough for him to call you his friend, but enough for him to tell you about the homework when you were absent; or remind you of a test coming up; or telling you when the Konbini restocked on your favorite snacks; or walking you home when your clubs ran late. 

Close enough that he told you when he was moving to Furin. Only you. Though you were thrilled for him to get away from such a horrible place, you were also a little heartbroken to see your friend leave. 

A lot of that heartbreak was quelled the first day after he moved when you received his text for the weather. Without missing a beat, you looked up the weather for Furin and sent it to him. You usually never got a response, and this time was no different, but it was nice to still have some connection to him.

As the year progressed, rumors of a 1st year Furin student was getting all the way to your town, and you immediately knew it was Sakura. Especially after they spoke of his fighting prowess. Eventually, scrolling instagram one day, you saw a post from Kiryu Mitsuki that showed a familiar head of two toned hair in the far corner of the photo.

Like a stalker, you immediately followed him, and Kiryu instantly perused your profile since he saw you're from Sakura’s hometown. On the surface you seemed kind enough, so he followed you back. Then, several weeks passed of you checking his posts for Sakura anytime he made an update. Of course, you didn’t get anything, but fortunately Sakura did. 

He, Kiryu, Suo, Nirei and Tsuguera were chilling in the wrestling themed restaurant in Furin when Kiryu got a notification that you made a new post. When he opened his phone to reveal a bright, sunny photo of you with your parents under a spray of cherry blossoms, Sakura choked on his drink.

“Do you know Y/N?” He demanded immediately, to which Kiryu jumped and shook his head at the 1st year captain. Tension emanated from the table as they, mostly Kiryu, waited to see what Sakura would divulge about you. Kiryu’s nerves strung the tightest out of fear that you weren't as kind as your profile led him to believe.

“She just followed me one day, so I followed her back,” Kiryu explained calmly as he pulled up your profile to show Sakura. Gingerly he took his friend’s phone and scrolled through your posts about traveling, volunteering, and most notably of late - running. It looked like you were becoming a track and field prodigy from team and trophy photos. 

“She looks like she’s doing well,” Sakura finally concluded as he handed the phone back to Kiryu to find all of his friends staring at him intensely. A blush crept up his forehead as he blurted out a gruff, “what?”

“I think we’re all wondering who Y/N is?” Suo responded with a serene smile while Nirei nodded vehemently at his two toned captain - notebook and pen at the ready. Then with an arch of his brow, he added, “a friend perhaps?”

Sakura sputtered on his drink, grabbing his napkin roughly to wipe his mouth before glaring at Suo. Then an unsure look came over his face while he struggled to find the right words. “We never said we were friends, but Y/N was really cool,” was all he offered with a shrug - ears burning at the tips.

The rest of his friends let it go - for now. On the down-low Kiryu messaged you and asked if you would be interested in paying Sakura a visit, and though you wished you had - you didn’t play it cool for a second. Less than a minute after he messaged you, his phone chimed with an emphatic yes! And so, the plan was set for you to come to Furin and pay Sakura a surprise visit, while his friends put together a Furin tour for their two toned captain to take you on.

About a week later you hopped on the train for the day trip to Furin. Though it wasn’t an area you were familiar with, it was certainly welcoming when you turned onto the main strip and were immediately met with smiling shopkeepers. They waved and offered their greetings as you passed, and you smiled brightly in return. 

Once you got about halfway down the street though, some shopkeepers were quickly moving inside and shutting their doors - you were a little taken aback since peak hours would be starting soon. But then you heard a terrible clash of metal on pavement as you ventured a little closer, passerbyers swiftly skirting around you - carrying groceries or dragging children to a safe area. When the majority of them had cleared, you saw a crowd of men in leather jackets fighting high schoolers dressed in black and green uniforms.

You were shocked to say the least, but then you spied a familiar mop of two toned hair in the thick of the mob so you stepped to the side until the scuffle resolved. Intrigue didn’t quite cover everything you felt as you watched not just Sakura, but a slew of guys all wearing the same uniform landing kicks, punches and some fully grabbing members of the mob and throwing them to the other end of the street.

As Sakura grabbed one blonde brute who had been going off at the mouth while wildly swinging his bat, and tossed him towards the alleyway several feet away, he finally spied you and stopped dead in his tracks. Immediately you flashed him your brightest smile, and just as quickly his face turned beet red while he processed your presence. Suddenly, one of the incapacitated attackers rose up behind Sakura with a bat poised to swing down on his head. You had to stop yourself from lunging forward and frantically pointed behind him instead.

"Ahh-uhh, Sakura - behind you!” the shout barely passed your lips before the bat began its downward descent. Luckily Sakura was faster as he spun, his foot landing on the guy’s jaw and sending him flying away. “Nice job! You can kick a lot higher now,” you commented as he spun back around to find you grinning proudly at him. Still mute, all he could do was blush and stare at you in utter disbelief until Kiryu finally came over to officially introduce himself.

 Sakura watched in complete silence as Kiryu spoke to you as if he knew you, and then introduced you to all of their friends. How you laughed and talked so casually, so comfortably with them, and yet he couldn’t even say a simple ‘hello’. Even as introductions finished and you all turned to him in unison, all he could was stare dumbstruck - anxiety filling his lungs and stilling his heart.

After a moment of awkward silence, you spoke to the bewildered first year, “I wanted to come see how you're doing... I hope that's okay?"

In true Sakura-style, the ruddy blush overtook his face, neck and ears before he looked like he was about to snap, but then he shoved his fists in his pockets before averting his gaze and muttering, "yeah, that's fine."

Kiryu and the others watched your reaction to Sakura’s standoffish nature so closely it was obvious to anyone passing by, but you just beamed back at him. Then, with all the gumption of an iconic teen girl - you rapid fired questions at him.

“So, Sakura - how’s the new town? Do you like it? And how’s Furin? Also was that, like, a team fight? Oh, are you on a team now??” Quizzing him in one breath as you bounced on the balls of your feet, as Kiryu and the other’s looked on in horror - knowing this was far too much for Sakura. Who, like clockwork, looked beyond tomato red as he physically took a step back from your onslaught of questions, but after a moment he released a sigh and responded. Not even snapped, but actually responded.

“The new town is ni-nice - I like it, and Furin’s goo-good.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, it was a… team fight - I’m a part of Bofurin now,” his voice sounded strained as he divulged the tidbits of information while your smile only grew. Kiryu and the others glanced between the two of you, completely astonished as to how you got Sakura to answer without barking from overwhelm.

“Haha that’s good to hear,” you chuckled lightly, and then waved your hand at Sakura apologetically. “Sorry for the interrogation - you’re as kind as you’ve always been,” you offered cheerily. Sakura just rolled his eyes lightheartedly, his blush lessened to a light dusting of pink.

As you strolled down the rest of main street with Sakura and the others, he couldn’t help the nostalgic feeling he got from your questioning earlier. Something you would often do, because you knew it flustered him, and yet he would always suck it up and answer you honestly. Or how now, you were inquiring about anything and everything to do with Sakura and his friends in that same curiously disarming way.

First they took you by Furin to show you the school - you had about a million questions about the graffiti and the tree growing out of the roof. Sakura was the one who actually spoke first, informing you about Umemiya’s rooftop garden. Then, he answered your inquiries about who Umemiya is - by the time you all were walking away you had learned about the hierarchy of Bofurin. Of course you noticed the way they all seemed to hold the leaders of their school in high regards, but what surprised you is that Sakura did too. 

After the school, they showed you the typical routes they patrol around town, telling you about the different shops and elders who lived there. To your shock and delight, you saw that a lot of the town was ecstatic to see Sakura, tell him hello, as well as offer him treats. Though he still blushed at all the attention, you could tell he was trying to accept it in his own way. 

At one point, an older woman by the name of ‘Granny Sato’ came by and complained about her hip at length, and asked Sakura for a piggyback ride to the cafe nearby. You had to stifle your giggles when your former classmate shot her a glare, but still kneeled down and lifted her onto his back with ease. Granny Sato was kind, maybe a little brash, but overall funny. She quizzed you about yourself, where you came from and how you know Sakura - all of which you divulged with an easygoing smile. 

When you all entered the cafe you couldn’t hide your astonishment when Granny Sato hopped down with ease. Sakura immediately shot her a look and grumbled about how she complained about not being able to walk, to which she laughed and threw him a wink.

“Hahah I tell you every time it’s my hip,” she corrected him as the brunette girl working behind the counter came around to help her into her seat. “Though I will say you are a Furin boy through and through,” she turned her gaze to you before speaking again, “not once has he refused to carry me here y’know?” She laughed, followed by several guys wearing the same uniform as Sakura sitting around the cafe.

“Oh yeah, he’s always been like that,” you puffed out in a laugh as you nodded in agreement. Then you added in a cheery tone, “It’s really no surprise that he fits in so well at Furin.”

Granny Sato beamed up at you, but you didn’t realize it was because Sakura’s cheeks sported a fine dusting of pink as he just stared at you in a daze. Of course the others noticed as well - Kiryu and Suo shared a knowing glance, and at the back table of the cafe Tsubaki inconspicuously tapped Hiragi’s wrist excitedly, who gave the other King a firm shake of his head. Though the shark toothed captain was having a difficult time hiding his own knowing smile at the first year’s reaction.

“Sakura,” Kotoha piped up after she returned behind the counter - pulling him from his stupor as he turned to meet her expectant gaze, “who’s your friend?” 

The two toned teen looked downright feverish with how badly he was blushing, his hair seemed to stand on end as he opened his mouth - prepared to snap. But then he paused, a look of unbridled uncertainty crossed his face, but he didn’t dare look at you.

He’s still not ready to say we’re friends. You mused, a touch of melancholy pressed its nails into your heart before you shoved it far, far away. After a moment, you cleared your throat quietly, earning Kotoha’s attention as she turned to you with raised brows.

“I’m Sakura’s old classmate - we grew up in the same town,” you explained in a light tone, “I just came to see how he’s doing.” 

Of course everyone noticed that Sakura did not refer to you as a friend, and you didn’t either. But Sakura was too absorbed by you, since for the first time since you arrived, he saw your head bow slightly - shrinking is how he always thought of it - something you’d do when you felt shy or nervous. It only lasted a moment before Kotoha smiled coyly.

“And?” Her tone inflected slightly, but you only raised your brows in response. “What do you think?” She clarified her question with an arch of her brow, to which you immediately threw a wide grin her way - Sakura’s heart stuttered at the sight.

“I think he’s doing great,” you declared with a confident nod of your head - Sakura could feel the air punch from his lungs, but what you said next just about killed him. You glanced at him before you spoke, which only made him stiffen before you stated in a sure tone, “I think this is the perfect place for him.” 

Post Sakura’s almost spontaneous combustion, you all sat at a back table across from the Kings. Conversation swayed between you asking them questions about Furin and the town, and them inquiring about you. Mostly track, school, and some about your parents. Nirei and Tsugeura excitedly told you about the fights they’ve seen Sakura in - Tsuguera mentioned the one where he and Kiryu got to fight with his captain, while Nirei told you at length about the Shishitoren ordeal and how Sakura fought their 2nd in command. You couldn’t help how wide your smile grew just at how happy the two boys seemed just to be in his presence. 

Luckily they all seemed to pick up on the fact that neither you or Sakura wanted to talk much about your hometown or middle school, so they let it be. All the while, the first year captain had become mute as he watched you converse with his friends so easily - like you already belonged. He would be lying if a part of him didn’t feel a touch of elation for you to get along with them. His friends. 

Eventually Kiryu brought up the class group chat, and you couldn’t help the delighted look that flitted across your face as you shot Sakura an excited glance. But then conversation led to the weather contact being the only one in his phone before the group chat, and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as they all tittered together.

“He-hey i-it’s useful!” Sakura shot back defensively, a bright red hue tinging his cheeks as he averted his gaze towards the wall to his left. To your horror, Kiryu spoke up next - a good hearted suggestion that meant you had some explaining to do…

“Oh Y/N, why don’t you and Sakura exchange phone numbers while you’re here?” The pink haired boy piped up, a coy smile tugging at his mouth - matching the one on Suo’s face. Turning in unison, you met Sakura’s startled gaze to find that you were both beet red and speechless. A chorus of quiet chuckles passed through the cafe as Sakura stared at you expectantly. 

Oh… he actually does want my number? The shock was evident on your face as the thought stepped to the forefront of your mind, though Sakura only took your hesitation as rejection as he shrunk away slightly. An awkward tension settled over the cafe as everyone held their breath for your response. Oh, wait, no!

“U-uh,” stumbling over your words as the gears turned at hyper speed - Sakura opened his mouth, you knew to tell you not to worry about it. You had to speak now - you wouldn’t get the chance again. “I-I would, but we already did…” you admitted in a hushed tone - a crease formed in Sakura’s brows over your next words as you shrunk in on yourself, “years ago.”

“No we didn’t,” Sakura responded immediately - not missing a beat. The tension thickened as the air started feeling tight in your lungs. He clocked your change in demeanor immediately - the anxiety plastered across your face, and the way you bit your lip - it’s how you looked whenever you were in trouble.

"Well," you began awkwardly, swallowing thickly before you continued, "I'm actually the weather contact in your phone..." Your words were met with stunned silence all around, but you couldn’t look anywhere but at Sakura’s bewildered face. After an excruciating moment of silence, you added, "I just didn't think you'd want my number back then. And I was kind of scared to ask for yours," you chuckled lightly, though your nerves bled straight through - straining the sound. Sakura turned beet red, brow creased deeper as a scowl set into his face, his friends watched closely for how he'd react since you did lie to him.

"You've been texting me the weather for three years!" Sakura shouted, eyes wide in disbelief as you shrank even more - knowing full well that you messed up. "Why would you do that?" He demanded - eyes narrowing the same way they would before a brawl - you took a deep breath before trying to speak again.

"I-I'm sorry," you started quietly - slowly - as you tried to grapple for an explanation. Everyone, most of all Kiryu for inviting you, stiffened at your ensuing words, but then Sakura cut you off.

"Why would you keep responding after I moved?" The first year captain demanded in utter dismay. This time no guilt ate at you though as you just blinked repeatedly at the question - a notch forming in your brow as well.

"Be-because I was worried about you," you responded simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your admission halted Sakura in his tracks as he blushed three shades deeper and sputtered for any words. "I'm sorry I lied - I just really wanted to be your friend, but I didn’t know how at the time... And then you moved, but you told me where, so I just kept sending you the weather cause that meant you were still alive at the very least," using the opportunity to clarify, you reasoned it out to him meekly. Everyone was stunned by your genuine concern, but you were only focused on how the blushing boy in front of you would receive the information. After a moment the ruddiness dissipated - swiftly to be replaced by a deep scowl.

“Have you lied about anything else?” He posed gravely, and your eyes went wide as you earnestly shook your head at him.

“No,” you whispered earnestly, but when he searched your gaze for deceit you quickly added in a hushed voice, “I promise.” Gradually he relaxed, the stiffness in his shoulders ebbing as his hardened gaze softened considerably - because of course he believed you. You were always so honest.

"I guess that's alright," he finally relented, speaking out of the corner of his mouth as a red hue crept back over his cheeks - spurring you to perk up. But then his aggressive tone came back in full force along with a deeper flush across his face, "I'm not texting you for the weather anymore though!" He declared, and your face fell at his words. The onlookers couldn’t help but stare and hide their smiles at the awkward dance before them.

"Tell me about track, or school, or just your day," he instructed in a gentler tone, averting his eyes to the wall on his left while scratching the back of his head. Words escaped you while you tried to work out what he meant. But then his bicolor eyes met yours apprehensively as he added, "be-because I'd like to know." 

"O-okay, I will!" You chirped back immediately, beaming brightly at him. Sakura could feel heat rush to his face at that signature smile lopsidedly tugging at your mouth. After a moment, Suo cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to the rest of the cafe as he smoothly transitioned to quizzing you more about track. Without missing a beat, you told everyone about how you’ve beaten your time 3 times this year, and that your team was slated to go to nationals.

Sakura listened, off and on, as his thoughts drifted through the countless texts he’s received from you over the years. The kind words and emojis all encased in the subject matter of weather… in the next moment he just couldn’t stop his mouth from moving as the thought synapsed directly to his lips sans filter.

“Does the weather service usually send messages like ‘wear a light coat!’ or ‘it’s a good day to walk by the canal,’ or ‘don’t forget to look at the cherry blossoms,’...?” Inquiring in a purely curious tone, but you only blushed a deeper red at each phrase. The whole cafe took notice and had to stifle their giggles at how absolutely caught you looked. 

“U-uh, well, the weather man will say that stuff on TV sometimes, and that’s where I got the idea…” you trailed off in a small voice, steeped in embarrassment.

“Is there even a text weather service?” He demanded in a tone soaked with befuddlement. At that several cafe goers' faces broke as titters filled the pause - you could feel your ears burning by now.

“Uh-haha, I don’t know…” you admitted sheepishly, shrugging lightly while you willed the heat to dissipate from your ruddy cheeks. Finally, the cafe broke into an all out chorus of laughter at the display before them. Now that basically everything was out in the open, conversation swayed back towards you and Furin as the ping ponging of subjects recommenced. Until Sakura spoke up out of the blue once more.

“Wait,” he interjected suddenly, earning a glance from you to find him staring you down while his friends threw him curious glances. “You did that when I moved to Furin too,” but when you just tilted your head in question he elaborated, “the little messages about where to go and what to do.” His voice was lower this time, apprehensive almost as his bicolored irises silently willed you to explain. 

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed out awkwardly, “I-I googled some of the local shops before you moved. I called them to ask about what areas were safe to visit, and things to do in different weather conditions.” You informed quietly, but when he just continued staring - arching his white brow slightly, you chuckled awkwardly and shrugged at him. 

A hush fell over the cafe while Kotoha cocked her head at the memory of a call from a very sweet, young girl who wanted to know how people from out of town were typically received. She also remembered the sheer relief in your voice when she told you that she was actually from out of town, but this place was her home now. Then you asked her all about the local shops and things to do, the sound of shuffling papers and graphite scratching faintly in the background.

“Why?” Sakura demanded, but there were no teeth gleaming behind his bark - just sheer bewilderment, and perhaps a dash of vulnerability.

”Oh, well,” you paused thoughtfully before nervously confessing, “I guess I really shouldn’t have been, but I was just worried, um…” crossing one arm under your chest, you held onto your bicep for comfort - desperately searching for the right words. 

“I really wanted your first impression to be good, so I just told you to go to the areas where the shopkeepers were, because they seemed really, um, nice…” you trailed off slightly as you noticed everyone was staring at you, astounded. “Uh, I just wanted to be sure I was directing you somewhere safe, but I knew you could take it from there…” you asserted gently with another awkward smile and shrug. Before Sakura, or anyone else could respond, your phone pinged with a notification about your train departure in 30 minutes.

”Oh man I didn’t realize it was getting so late,” you murmured, a touch of melancholy leaching into your voice. Everyone clocked the change in your tone, and the look of disappointment that crossed Sakura’s face before you turned back, “I gotta get to the train station. It was really good to see you though, and meet all of you.” You said while rising to your feet and bowing respectfully to Sakura’s friends. 

”I-I’ll walk with you,” Sakura blurted out as he rose to his feet shortly after you. You peered up at him, brows raised in surprise, but then you smiled and nodded.

”Thank you, I’d like that,” you murmured as you turned and bid the upperclassmen and Kotoha goodbye. The other first years offered to accompany you as well, and you gratefully took them up on it.

On the way, Sakura brought up your profile picture of the weather for your contact and you sheepishly admitted you did that so as to not give yourself away. At that Sakura actually laughed - muted, blocked behind his hand - his classmates were stunned, but you already knew what it looked like. You made him laugh once back in 6th grade and you memorized every detail that you could in those few short moments.

“Are you gonna change it to something else?” He inquired, and you immediately pulled out your phone and chose a new photo. What showed up on Sakura’s phone was a wonky painting that was abstract but still looked like you.

”I made it,” you elaborated in response to his confused expression, earning a stunned glance from him. 

”You paint?” He shot back quickly - dumbfounded since you never talked about art back in middle school.

”Not very well,” you laughed out, “but yeah. I started a little after you moved actually - I’ve really liked it so far!” You mused happily.

”No, it’s good - I like it,” he remarked decisively with a nod before pocketing his phone. When he glanced over he saw your wide eyes and ruddy cheeks, except this time your lips were parted in surprise instead of that typical smile. For a moment Sakura was entranced by you - by the fact that maybe for once he made you feel how you perpetually made him feel whenever in your presence.

When you all arrived at the train station, Kiryu led the goodbyes near the entrance as the other first years told you how good it was to meet you. Swiftly you told them the same in return, though when you turned to Sakura you felt a touch of sadness to say goodbye so soon. From the look on his face he seemed to feel the same way.

“Why don’t you see her off Sakura?” Suo suggested with that perpetually serene smile of his. The others quickly nodded in agreement - Kiryu shot the auburn haired boy a look of approval. “We’ll wait over here for you,” Suo added, answering Sakura’s questioning look, as he gestured for the two of you to go ahead. 

Awkwardly the two of you glanced at each other before you smiled reassuringly - ready to tell him he didn’t have to, but Sakura just turned and started walking towards your platform without another word. Under his collar a tinge of pink crept up the back of his neck.

The silence ensued between the two of you as Sakura peered down the tracks for your train while you could only peek out of the corner of your eye at the two toned teen. Memorizing different details - how his hair has gotten longer, his jaw sharper, or how his shoulders have grown wider since you last saw him - since you had no idea when you’d see him again. The first years stood pensively at the entrance of the station, not so subtly watching the awkward tension grow as the seconds ticked by. Finally, your voice cut through it, as your soft timbre echoed towards the entrance where the others stood.

“So, Sakura,” you began, apprehensively meeting his expectant gaze. “Does this mean that we’re like… officially friends?” You implored in a lightly joking tone, but only Sakura could see the vulnerability in your eyes - the fear of rejection that you failed to hide. For a moment he hesitated, but when he saw the fear ebb and morph into hurt, he stumbled over himself to speak.

“Ye-yes.” He declared with a firm nod, and in an instant the hurt vanished without a trace. In its place was unbridled joy as you grinned wide up at him while clapping quietly in excitement.

“Yay!” You chirped happily. Sakura felt a fluttering deep in his gut as his heart lifted from how thrilled you were to finally be considered his friend. Before he could say anything else, the screeching of metal against metal drew both of your attention to the bright lights bending around the track. 

The two toned teen couldn’t hide the look of pure disappointment that crossed his face as the train halted in front of your platform - the metal doors screeching open. A garbled voice came through on the intercom announcing the stops, and that the train would be departing in three minutes. Panic prickled under your skin as you and Sakura met each other’s gaze again - it was time to say goodbye, but the word wasn’t coming to either of you.

Swallowing thickly while the minutes waned to the doors rumbling shut, suddenly you couldn’t stop yourself - stepping forward and wrapping your arms around Sakura’s torso. A choked noise escaped the boy as you buried your face into his chest - inhaling that familiar, comforting scent that now lived several towns away.

“Take care of yourself Sakura - I hope I get to see you again soon,” you murmured tenderly as you lessened your grip around him - pulling away to meet his stunned gaze. The garbled voice came on the intercom, announcing the train would be departing in one minute. Sakura blinked rapidly as you continued to back away, he didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to move. He honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but he followed you fluidly - wrapping you tightly in his arms, eliciting a squeak from you.

“You too,” he mumbled, and then his voice turned a little shaky, “co-come back anyti-time - you’re always wel-welcome here…” he said, releasing you from his embrace as the garbled voice announced the doors closing.

Before you missed your train completely, Sakura gently spun you around and pushed you towards the doors. Hopping lightly onto the elevated train floor, you grabbed a pole and turned in time to call to him, “see you later, Sakura!” 

“See you later Y/N,” he called back, just loud enough for you to hear over the groaning door sliding shut, followed by an awkward wave and a light dusting of pink crawling back over his cheeks. Then the doors sealed as the train started to pull away, you swayed with the motion as you continued waving at Sakura, and then his friends as you passed by them before taking your seat.

Slightly stunned by his own actions, Sakura ambled back towards his friends with a perturbed expression etched into his face. Kiryu and the others heard every echoing word of your conversation, and seemed to immediately pick up on the fact that Sakura absolutely likes you as more than a friend. They also understand that he was nowhere near prepared to face that fact, so they talked about patrol, video games, and just about anything other than you on the way back. That is until Sakura spoke up in a small voice.

“Do-do you guys think Y/N will actually visit again?” He didn’t look at them, eyes cast to the ground and hands shoved deep in his pockets. Silence fell over the group as their pace slowed to a halt, Nirei and Suo shared a concerned look.

“O-of course she will,” Nirei stated after a moment, nodding his head assuredly. Immediately followed by unanimous agreement of the group. But Sakura still looked unsure, the grips of anxiety creeping over him as he played back the events of today.

“We’ll invite her to my favorite restaurant the weekend after next!” Tsugeura suggested after a moment, earning a hopeful look from Sakura. “She even said she wanted to try it out, and I’m sure she would wanna meet the owners after calling them,” he continued while nodding his head vigorously. 

“Text her and tell her to let you know when she gets home safe,” Kiryu instructed. His captain just blinked in thought, but swiftly pulled out his phone and sent you the text - excitement quickly overshadowing his nerves. “When she does, you should ask her about getting lunch with us,” the pink haired boy advised with a confident smile.

“Wh-what if she says no…?” Sakura murmured, fully leaning on his friends to help him traverse the sticky pathways of the heart.

“Then ask her when a better time would be,” Suo piped up in a calm tone. “If she says no it’s probably just because she’s busy anyway - nationals coming up and all,” the auburn boy reassured his friend. Sakura released a breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding as the group continued their walk home.

When they arrived outside of Pothos, Sakura’s phone pinged with a message from you, and the entire group gathered around him to see. The upperclassman watched from inside, curious but remained in their seats so they could laugh freely at the spectacle. Scrawled across his screen read:

Y/N L/N: I’m home! Thank you for checking - I had a really good time today btw :) 

Sakura inhaled deeply as he readied to type out his question, when a second message popped up from you:

Y/N L/N: Will you let me know when you’re home safe too please?

The two toned teen’s heart sputtered and mouth ran dry as he peered over the earnest request. His friends shared knowing glances as they waited for Sakura to start typing, but he was stuck reading and re-reading the message. Has anyone asked me that before? Was the only thought flitting through his mind. Just when Kiryu moved to nudge his captain, his phone pinged with a third message from you:

Y/N L/N: Also, I know we just hung out, but I’ve really missed you! Do you wanna hang out again soon?

Sakura jumped the second the words came through, which caused him to screenshot the conversation. As the light flashed in his face, he blurted out, “wha-what did I do?” 

Kiryu and the others chuckled lightly as the pink haired boy explained, “you took a picture of the screen - it’s called a ‘screenshot’ - it should be in your photos now. Here I can show you how to delete it.” He held his hand out towards his captain, who hesitated looking back down at the conversation.

“U-uh,” he stuttered, and then shook his head lightly, “that’s okay. Ho-how should I ask her to lunch?” He solicited instead, peering around his friends’ amused faces.

“Just say, ‘do you wanna get lunch with us at that restaurant Tsugeura mentioned the weekend after next?’ and see what she says,” Kiryu instructed calmly, though the excitement of the situation was palpable all the way to the back table in Pothos where Umemiya and the Kings looked on.

Sakura typed out the message at hyper speed and hit send - they all stood by pensively until his phone pinged a moment later. When Sakura read the message he held his phone close so he was the only one to read it first, eyes scanning the message once, twice, then a third time as his face flushed bright red. Then his expression turned soft as a small smile curved along his mouth before he turned his phone for his friends to show them your response:

Y/N L/N: Yes, of course I would love that!! Actually I was wondering - and if this is weird don’t worry about it - but would it be okay if I visit you around Obon? I miss hanging out with you during the celebrations, and I’m not from here originally so it can get kind of… awkward lol 

“Well?” Kiryu asked with an arch of his bubblegum pink brow. Sakura just blinked at him with a tilt of his head, so he elaborated with a sly grin, “what are you gonna say?”

Sakura just blinked again as he peered back down at his phone screen. She missed me… he thought while inhaling deeply - striking the keys slower this time. Ardently typing out the words as they came to him, backspacing multiple times before he actually hit send:

🌸Sakura Haruka🌸: Yes, I’d like that. You’re always welcome here.

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk! Pink Cellphone divider is from @sweetmelodygraphics and cloud divider is from @saradika-graphics)

Update: tag list (I’m so sorry I forgot!!): @nymphsdomain @darknoir24