Cha Eunwoo — Material Boyfriend !!

Lotta-Latte? Lotta Love!

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis — getting hired at your favorite coffee spot is one thing, but managing to survive being trained by your barista crush turned coworker is another...

ᝰ.ᐟpairing — manager!sohee x new!barista!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre — smau, barista au, non idol au, coworkers to lovers, comedy, fluff, angst  ᝰ.ᐟ warnings — swearing, use of pet names, coworker relationships, playful bickering between friends, eunseok does NOT like yn at all, mutual pining if you squint

💬 — barista sohee you'll always be famous!! i love barista aus so much i hope it showed here... also, shotaro's part is next hehe! | divider creds: @/enchanthings-a

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART SIXTEEN

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝟭) 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀] 𝟮) 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 [𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘁𝘄 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘄-𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝟯) 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲!! 𝘆𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘆!!!!!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 || 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

As you walked through the factory’s entrance hall with the other winners, the children, and Mr. Gojo, you found the inside surprisingly toasty for such a dreary-looking factory.

The fact almost escaped you as you watched the two little girls struggle amongst themselves once more to get through the factory entrance doors first in a mad dash, once again displaying a highly competitive nature. And the tense, sharp words shared between the two men chaperoning them were also a bit distracting in their own right. But Mr. Gojo swiftly put an end to all of that as he ushered the entire group inside with an impatient tap, tap, tap of his cane against the ground and a reminder of just how “late” everyone was.

Now, everyone is following behind a silent Mr. Gojo as he walks through the halls- head held high and gaze forward. At the same time, you fell in line with your younger brother, who decided to take refuge towards the back with you as everyone else surged forward. While the factory entrance hall was grand in size, it was mostly bleak and empty. Tall, gray walls with small windows dotted randomly across the space and the single red carpet runner that stretched out very, very far. You’ve never been in a factory before, so it’s obvious you can’t say much about what is or isn’t supposed to be there. But as a guest, you can’t help but be surprised about just how…meager it looks. The outside wasn’t flattering at all for a candy factory, sure. And you didn’t think it fit the personality that you had picked up from Mr. Gojo in your short time together. But the inside was empty and lonely and cold. Well, it only seemed cold. Because in actuality the factory really was surprisingly toasty for such a bleak and unforgiving area.

And you weren’t the only one to notice that. 

“Any chance you could cool things down in here, Gojo?” The pig-tailed girl’s father, Mr. Atsuya Kusakabe speaks up gruffly within the uneasy silence that surrounded the group. Beside him, his daughter Momo shakes her head in agreement, looking less than impressed. “Some of us are from areas where the weather is normal.”

Naturally, you’re inclined to agree with their words. You’re not one to complain too much, especially when you know something is objectively better than what you face at home, but it is getting to be a bit stuffy in here. So much so that everyone (except for Mr. Gojo, oddly enough) who had brought coats decided to shed them almost immediately after stepping inside. And you were starting to regret your choice of attire for this event. Your mother’s sweater dress was the nicest thing you could grab from her closet without going overboard and you had an easier time taking care of your tights compared to your pantyhose. But right now, those two things only served to get make you a bit hotter under the collar than you can handle. 

And of course, the way Mr. Gojo would look at you whenever he glanced back in the direction of you and your brother didn’t exactly help, either.

“I would, but…” Mr. Gojo starts to respond, a smile teasing on his face. He stops momentarily, to look through the crowd. Though once again, you can’t help but notice how his gaze stops on you once more. His smile grows wider. You swallow nervously, trying to fight off the feeling of butterflies that stupidly started to invade your stomach. You can’t tell if he’s genuinely flirting with you or if you’ve just been out of the game for far too long at this point. Whatever it is, you just hope you’ll figure it out before the day is over. Because no way in hell can this end up good for you. But luckily, you didn’t have to dwell on that thought anymore as Mr. Gojo had just turned his gaze away and began to speak once more. “It’s good for the workers.”

His words didn’t leave a lot of room for explanation. Something that all the adults in the room found a bit more odd than the children did, considering all the rumors spread about this place.

“Workers?” Ms. Nagi Yoshino pipes up, a questioning lilt in her voice. She looks around the room, and the rest of the adults follow suit- noticing the very apparent lack of signs of life. “I didn’t know there were workers here.”

“There aren’t supposed to be.” Ms. Mei is next to cut in. Her voice is level, but there’s an accusing nature to her words as she stops moving with the group momentarily. Despite being a total stranger to you all, her commanding presence is enough to get the rest of the group to stop moving at the same time. That said, you did almost run into her back as she stopped moving so very suddenly. A sight Mr. Gojo unfortunately caught a quick glimpse of, judging by the amused upward quirk of his lips despite the pressure he was about to get. “No one has been seen coming in and out of this factory for years. Care to explain?”

Ms. Mei Mei crosses her arms over her chest, looking like the very image of calm and collected as she questions the man who just allowed her and a few others to take part in the chance of a lifetime. Her charge, Ui Ui, on the other hand, starts to get a little antsy now that things have stopped. He begins to tug on her arm, a whine in his voice as he pleads with his guardian to drop it because he could ‘smell the candy from here’. Although you didn’t have quite the nose that that little boy had on him, you were inclined to agree with his words.

At this point, you all haven’t made it very far into the factory. While you’ve made it far enough for the large factory doors you’ve all stepped through to close neatly behind you, the hallway you’re in only seems to lead to one door at the very, very, very end. This means that unless these walls suddenly start to open up into something quite literally made of all things sweet and magic, you have a feeling you may not be seeing anything interesting for a long time. Unfortunately for all of you, Mr. Gojo seemed to have taken the bait and had eaten it right from Ms. Mei Mei’s hands. 

“Really now? You don’t say…” You could hear him hum lightly, meeting Ms. Mei Mei’s challenging gaze head-on. His usual smile was replaced by a pensive, thought look as he began to search his mind for an answer. However as seconds passed by, you found yourself growing more and more curious of the answer. Considering the fact that he still had the large pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes from view, not much of his expression was readable- even with him facing towards the group. Though it struck you as odd as he had yet to take them off despite being indoors. But then again, almost everything about this man struck you as odd. “Perhaps you need better eyes. I see my workers all the time. Let’s go.”

With that, Mr. Gojo’s thoughtful expression turned into a smile once more. It was a somewhat unfriendly smile. Full of annoyance and his utter distaste for being questioned like that as he bore his teeth a bit in her direction- almost as if he was expecting to be challenged once more. When Ms. Mei Mei didn’t say anything more, the unfriendliness of his smile eased up a bit as he turned on his heel and walked forward, completely shutting down any future conversations about this with a simple move. Only this time, he has a noticeably faster stride. With his long legs and impressive height, it doesn’t seem to be much of an issue for him- even considering the limp he “had” just a few minutes earlier when he was first spotted coming out of the factory. But it did have you throwing up an unseen eyebrow at the sudden change, once again not sure about what to make of the situation.

But that had to be saved for later. You and all the other less tall people hadn’t realized just how fast he was moving until he was more than a couple of strides away with no desire to slow down in the slightest. So now, it was time for an awkward game of catch-up as everyone in the group rushed to follow close behind Mr. Gojo, in fear that they’d test his patience again and be left behind (although Ms. Mei Mei had no problem with taking her time following after the group).

But the sudden change had ignited a fervor among the children, who had fallen somewhat silent in the short stand-off that had just occurred. Far in front of you, the girls, Yuki and Momo rushed forward once more before they were just able to fall into step right behind Mr. Gojo. Though they were too far away for you to understand what they were saying, you spotted the two of them looking at each other and speaking momentarily, before nodding their heads in unison once and locking arms together. Perhaps a new friendship was formed. Though based on the wary reactions of both girls’ fathers as they went to catch up with them, perhaps it was more something akin to a pact.

Right behind them though was Ui Ui, determined to try to make it to the front. While he didn’t seem to possess the competitive nature you saw sparking up in both girls, it was obvious how eager the boy was about what he could possibly experience on this tour. It was a far contrast from the other young boy, Junpei, who had resigned to being dragged by his mother as she tried to convince him how fun this would be if he would just be willing to work with her for one day. It was at this point where your brother decided to leave your side, and started making his way up to where Junpei was- leaving just you and Ms. Mei Mei to bring up the rear. 

Although Yuuta's words didn’t seem to have as much of an effect on Junpei as your brother tried to talk to the other boy in an attempt to make friends, the eye roll you could see Junpei give him as he began to walk alongside everyone normally was a bit less hostile than the looks he was giving his mother earlier. At least that was a start.

The group trudged on with low voices of light conversation mixing throughout the group. The only thing anyone could do at this point was follow a dead-silent Mr. Gojo, who walked forward as if he had not a single care in the world. Though it was really starting to hit you just how comically long this hallway was. Your eyes darted around the place over and over again, lips curling up in a grimace when you started to realize that the door on the opposite side of the room didn’t even seem to be getting closer. In fact, you couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to only get smaller. 

How could that be? You wished you knew. But you knew better than to ask Mr. Gojo any questions at the moment, even if he did seem to show some favor towards you. The guy could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. So instead, you just rolled your eyes and took a quick glance at your watch while fighting the urge to throw up your hands and huff.

The watch face read only a little after a quarter past ten o’clock. Surprising, considering how these boring, bleak walls make you feel like you’ve been here forever. You don’t know what to make of things. What a weird couple of days.

As the lot of you continued down the hallway, it gave you some time to think and reflect on the other winners and their families. You recall seeing glimpses of everyone in the group on TV at least a few times before. And you recall not thinking much of any of them at first. You didn’t love how spoiled or apathetic some of the children seemed to be. But as part of you wanted to believe that those children were entitled to a bit of…well, entitlement. After all, they scored a Gojo ticket. They were able to do something only five other people were able to do. And that naturally, anybody would get a little too big for their birches and forget their manners sometimes right?

Well, as you watched the kids for longer than that, you realized that some may not have forgotten manners. Some may never have had any, to begin with. You felt as though you might have been too harsh in judging them at first. But since getting inside the building, Momo had already stamped her foot twice and demanded that her father make time faster and build her a factory as big as this one. To your utter surprise (and horror), her father placated her only with the reminder that they couldn’t give her a bigger factory because they had already picked up the biggest pieces of land in the area for their own estate. 

Momo had only stamped her foot again, and her father responded by sighing and telling her that he’d see what he could do.

The other little girl, Yuki, was a bit more adjusted in your opinion. Though it had only occurred to you a few minutes ago that she had been chewing gum this entire time (just like she did in her TV interview that you remember catching a few days ago), she was still a bit more tolerable than Yuki. Though her matter-of-fact way of speaking was a little jarring to you, someone who has to earn their living by making sure everything said out of their mouth is extra sweet and with a smile on top. And the way she and her father whispered to each other about just how obvious it was that they were going to win this now that they’d checked out the competition was also a bit much. But you have had far worse kids come to your dinner. 

The same could be said for the two boys beside your brother too. Ui Ui didn’t seem all too bad. While he appeared to be a bit bratty and impatient (and really liked candy), your opinion of him was more so that he lacked maturity- rather than housetraining, especially considering how the two girls act. As for Junpei, you couldn’t help but frown when you thought of him. That little boy had a pretty nasty attitude on him, even when he was interacting with his own mother. He looked like he had to be dragged here by his arm, despite this being such a great opportunity in your mind. And so, you couldn’t help but feel bad for his mother. She seemed to be trying her hardest to reel him in and get him to at least smile. But it seemed like all he wanted to do was sneer in her direction. That was until Yuuta came along and offered Junpei a temporary distraction from terrorizing his mother.

Speaking of mothers, you couldn’t help but think about the other adults in the room as well. Before stepping inside, all five of you introduced yourselves to each other and stated what kid you were coming with. And needless to say, you were intimidated. While Ms. Nagi (as she insisted on everyone calling her) seemed like any normal woman you would meet on the street, the intimidating, large physical stature of Mr. Kusakabe and Mr. Todo was nothing to sneeze at. Although Ms. Mei Mei was a bit closer to the average if you looked at her closely enough, it didn’t help that she carried herself extremely confidently and always seemed to look at everyone and everything in the room while she knew a secret that nobody else knew- and that she wasn’t going to share. Either way, it made you just more careful about showing respect to all the other adults in the room. While you may technically relate to all of them more than you do to the children, you did sort of feel out of place. 

Especially when the others were stating that their jobs were bank teller, businessman, martial arts gym owner, and just contractor- whatever that meant. Either way, it made you, a girl who has been living at home and waitressing for many, many years made you feel very, very small for some reason. Perhaps it had something to do with the shiny, expensive cuff links that you spotted on Mr. Kusakabe’s suit jacket when you went to shake the man’s hand…

“Look! The door!” 

All of a sudden, the voice of little Yuki breaks you out of your stupor. You had been walking mindlessly this entire time, lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even realized just how far you all made it down the hallway. But when you looked up and around for the door, you noticed two things:

One, it was still very, very small from where you were standing.

Two, it was somehow very, very close to where you were standing.

From the vantage point, you realized that you were finally close to the entrance of the hallway- with nothing more than a couple of feet and Mr. Gojo separating you and the group from the doorway. But the door was quite small. And the hallway’s ceiling had begun to slope downward at a nearly unnoticeable angle until you were able to get into the thick of it. For the moment, you didn’t have to bow your head and bend your knees to stay upright. But the same couldn’t be said about Ms. Kusabakabe, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Gojo. 

Although you managed to stifle most of them you couldn’t help but release a small giggle as you watched the normally tall and proud-looking men have to bow down to avoid hitting the ceiling. And unsurprisingly at this point, it captures the attention of a certain someone.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed.” Mr. Gojo speaks up suddenly, an amused smile on his face as he peeks over his sunglasses at your spot towards the back of the crowd. Your face heats up in embarrassment, though you do fight the urge to turn away and give in to his stupid teasing. Seriously, what is with that guy? After a second, he’s slow to move his eyes away from you be that same amused smile is clear on his face as he addresses everyone. He looks proud of himself- proud of the size of the door for whatever reason. But then again, you probably would have been proud too if you owned such a big factory and managed to pull off a dumb optical illusion for this long. “Keeps all the goodness inside.”

At this, you hear the voice of one of the kids scoff. To no one’s surprise, it’s Junpei.

“Why can’t you just have a normal-sized-” He begins to snark at Mr. Gojo, voice flat and tone unimpressed, before being cut off by the man himself.

“Oh, would you look at that! I nearly forgot!” Mr. Gojo exclaims quite loudly as he raises one shaking finger in the air, almost as if he’s wagging it at himself. You’re starting to realize that this man really isn’t a fan of criticism or being challenged. That, or he doesn’t seem to like anyone here with your group. Though with the way things are going right now, you wouldn’t be too surprised to find out if the answers end up being both. “The waivers~!”

As the word rolls off of his tongue, you spot him unbuttoning the top few buttons of his overcoat with swift and ample fingers before reaching inside. A second later, a rolled-up piece of paper is produced from within his jacket. His smile seems to be alight with laughter as he reveals it to the group. It’s lightly tanned- almost like parchment- and rolled up tight. Just a thin scroll with a pretty little blue ribbon bow wrapped around its center to keep it round up tight. 

You couldn’t imagine it being anything special, though you do suppose something like this would be necessary given the circumstances. You’ve heard of things like nondisclosure agreements from TV shows and once even had to bring home a permission slip from school for a trip to the city park. So naturally, anyone who decided to invite kids to the best candy factory in the world for a tour of the facilities and the products there would have to find some way to protect themselves from lawsuits, accidents, injuries, and even the potential selling of trade secrets.

At that thought, your mind wanders back to the face of Suguru Geto as you recall what your brother had told you about that man. As much as you want to be naive, recent events and the long walk through this hallway allowed you to clear your head enough to get a good idea of what that man might have been asking your brother to do. But the very reminder of your brother being put in that position again makes your stomach churn and frown tug at your lips. What an awful thing to do to a little boy. What an awful thing to do to Yuuta of all people. 

Oh, well. You shouldn’t dwell on it now. You have a whole day ahead of you, so it’s better if you live in the moment now and deal with…that when it becomes a problem. If it even becomes a problem.

Though as you snap back into focus, it looks like your timing couldn’t have been more perfect as you let your gaze fall on Mr. Gojo once more. Because not a movement later, you find yourself watching as he finishes tugging the ribbon loose and free and letting the contract unravel. 

And to say it was long was an understatement. You heard gasp all around you as the paper began to extend. A couple of feet away, you could hear Mr. Todo let out a low whistle as the parchment slowly unrolled itself all the way to the ground- its ends just barely brushed against the floors. To make matters worse, the print was small. Tiny, even. You felt that you even had to squint to read a few particular words here and there and practically everything towards the bottom. It was the same except deal as the ticket Yuuta. Only this was a bit more concerning considering this was supposed to be a legally binding document instead of your proof of allowed entry.

Unable to help yourself, you let your face fall flat as an unimpressed look crosses your features. Though when you met Mr. Gojo’s gaze for the umpteenth time today, he just barely spared you a shoulder shrug as his smile grew even wider. He then hooks his cane on his other arm holds out his hand and shows off a pair of pens that are wrapped within his grip. They’re the fancy kind. Ornate with metal finishing and have a sophisticated look about them. Just like the ones you’ve only seen in your boss’ office at work. The ones you know are a bit too expensive for just some commoner to use.

They’re presented to your group- a clear invitation of what must be done. However, as a few of the more impatient children and braver guardians step forward and reach for a pen, a voice cuts out through the silence, making everyone pause in their actions.

“Quite the contract, Gojo,” Mr. Kusakabe spoke up again, his regular seriousness lining his voice as he noticeably made no move to grab one of the pens. You could tell that it was an attempt at a joke. But at the same time, it wasn’t a very good one- both the attempt and the joke. But judging by the look on the man’s face, you had a feeling he didn’t really care for how it landed with the audience. “You know… I don’t really sign anything without a lawyer present.”

For a moment, Mr. Gojo looks almost taken aback. His lips twist up in a surprised sort of expression, almost as if he wasn’t expecting another person to challenge him so soon. In a way, you sort of understood both sides. On one hand, the rumors and the golden ticket promised a day beyond your wildest imagination- a day that any child and any adult willing to give into their inner child for a few hours would be excited to experience. On the other…nobody wants to be caught holding the bag once it's emptied. And it’s only natural that a businessman wealthy enough to own his own factory would be the one to challenge a blind signing of a contract- even if you were all promised the chance of a lifetime.

And it’s only natural that everyone would follow the actions of said businessman. Clearly, he would know a thing or two about what to do in these types of situations. At least, you’d hope.

“Ah, I see…” Mr. Gojo muses after a while with a small click of his tongue. “Yes, I suppose I should have expected that…”

He then settles into his own pensive silence as he seems lost in thought of how to proceed. In your mind, asking for a lawyer should be fair enough. You’ve seen it happen all the time on all those law shows the diner plays when nothing interesting is going on. Your eyes trail over to Ms. Nagi and Ms. Mei Mei, both of which are hesitating on signing the contract and are doing their best to read the ridiculous font. At the same time, you spot Mr. Todo with his arms crossed over his chest (and his daughter quite cutely mimicking his position). While you don’t think it’s necessarily his goal to intimidate Mr. Gojo with that position, you won’t lie that you’re a bit intimidated by the man’s stature and serious expression. And by the looks of it, both your brother and Junpei seemed to be do judging by the way the two of them subtly stepped closer to you at the back of the group- away from the big man who teaches people how to fight for a living.

But Mr. Gojo isn’t you or your brother or Junpei. Mr. Gojo isn’t like the three of you at all.

“No signature, no entry!” The man suddenly declares a bright cheesy grin back on his face. He jerks his hand forward, as to emphasize the pens still in his hand, and tilts his head towards the contract. He’s not intimidated by Mr. Todo and he doesn’t feel the need to accommodate Mr. Kusakabe either. You suppose the ability to not back down even in the face of power can be a rather admirable trait. But then again, Mr. Gojo’s character is shaping up to be weirder and more off-putting than you really feel comfortable with. Especially considering your baby brother is involved… “Try not to let the door hit you on the way out.”

But with Mr. Gojo’s final words on the topic, his cheesy grin looks a bit colder. Proof that he’s not backing down from this challenge. Proof that never appreciated it in the first place. And proof that he’s taking it seriously. Almost instantly, it seems like everyone gets the message because all around you- people are signing.

Naturally, Yuki and Momo are first- running up to grab a pen from Mr. Gojo and dropping to the ground to sign their names. When Yuki finishes, she goes and immediately hands the pen to her dad, while Momo stands up with an almost too-sweet grin to hand the pen to Ms. Nagi who is starting to step closer to the document. The fact that Ui Ui was trying to get the pen from her may have something to do with why her faux-polite smile got even bigger as she handed the pen off to someone else. 

At the same time, a tense Mr. Kusakabe stares with his jaw clenched at Mr. Gojo, ready to exchange what seems to be a few not-so-nice words with the man. But his daughter is quick to notice how her father looks not eager enough to sign the document for her taste. With a stamp of her foot and haughty accusation of him not loving her, Momo makes a very…compelling case for why her father can only prove his worth to her at this moment if he signs too since she’s not allowed to be left unattended. It seems to be the push he needed because a second later, he’s reaching into his own jacket and producing a pen of his own instead of waiting for one of Mr. Gojo’s to suddenly become free again. A small, last act of defiance.

An act that Mr. Gojo doesn’t seem to care one bit about. 

The man is looking more and more like the cat that caught the canary as he watches Mr. Kusakabe bend down slowly to sign his name on the large dotted line. His signature is pristine as he lines it up close to his daughter’s (which did look pretty remarkable for her age). Meanwhile, the pens had passed through the hands of Junpei, Ms. Mei Mei, Ui Ui, and now, your brother too. Although he seemed a little apprehensive about signing when he sensed the tension in the room, he seemed just as eager as the other kids while he was bent down to sign the waiver.

That's why, you couldn’t dare so say no when he turned around and looked at you while holding his pen out with a smile.

You took a deep breath and returned the smile to your brother before dropping to your knees and replacing him. The others had stepped back by now, starting to chatter away with the children they were accompanying. You heard Momo complain to her father about him taking too long to sign- saying something about him seeming like he wanted her to lose or something. Yuki on the other hand was high-fiving her dad while recalling how it was clear that she finished signing her name first, as winners normally do. Ui Ui and Mei Mei were stepping off to the side, and you could hear the woman start to give the boy a thinly laced warning about developing some self-control once they stepped inside the factory for real. And 

Honestly, focusing on their conversation made things easier. It made you less tempted to try to read the fine print that was staring you right in the face. It made you less tempted to look up and try to meet Mr. Gojo’s eyes as he watched the last of his guests sign his waiver. The very same eyes you could feel burning holes into your figure as you try to hopefully not sign away your soul in peace. 

But, your attempt to focus on the conversations happening behind you also made you less prepared for what you were about from said man as well.

“Such pretty handwriting…”

You look up at him, eyes wide in surprise but meeting his gaze only seems to fuel to smirk on his lips to grow just a tad bit wider. He doesn’t seem to be one bit ashamed of being caught complimenting you- a trend you’ve more than noticed by now. In fact, he only seems to grow prouder at the obvious fact that he had you very, very flustered at the moment with nowhere to run.

But there’s no time for you to address it. Because a second later, the paper the document is on rattles beneath you. You just have enough time to lean back and drop your pen before it starts to roll itself up at lightning-fast speed- the pen disappearing with it. It’s both comical and almost magical as Mr. Gojo is able to recall the document without so much of a twitch of a finger. And when it snaps shut- it does so loudly. A signal that the deed has been done and the contract has been signed by all parties who needed to. 

For better or for worse.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Gojo calls loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the room while tucking the contract away in his coat pocket. He brushed off the encounter between the two of you quite easily- something you don’t exactly have the luxury of doing. Still, you find yourself rising to your feet a bit unsteadily, but ready to listen in as Yuuta stands by your side and the others crowd in behind you. “It seems that now we’re all ready to head inside, wouldn’t you agree?”

He poses the question to the children more than anything, which rightfully earns him cheers from Yuuta, Ui Ui, Yuki, and Momo. Though you suppose the offer is so tempting that even Junpei couldn’t help but throw up an eyebrow in anticipation. Around you, you spot the other adults looking onward with their own personal mix of apprehension, curiosity, and excitement. You wonder if their stomachs are as twisted up as yours is. Well, you wonder if Ms. Nagi’s stomach is twisted up as much as yours is. Ms. Mei Mei, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Kusakabe all seem to be a bit intense themselves so you can’t imagine them being too phased by the anticipation. And Ms. Nagi. Well, she just seems normal. And right now, clinging to normal feels like the right thing to do. 

Especially if Mr. Gojo keeps glancing at you over his glances with that heavy gaze of yours.

If you could still have your beating heart right now, you would. But for some reason, this very strange, very handsome, and very powerful man has seemed to enjoy doing nothing but tease you while your anxiety is already through the roof. But you’ll run yourself in circles thinking about boys- well, men- at a time like this. You’ll run yourself in circles thinking if he’s serious about all his compliments and his subtle flirts. And you’ll make it even worse if you start letting those thoughts of what all this will mean when it comes time to inevitably leave the factory. 

And you don’t want that. You just want to enjoy this day- this chance of a lifetime- with your little brother. And you’re determined to do so. Properly.

So you tell yourself again that you’re getting far too distracted. And you tell yourself this just in the nick of time too. Because at that second, Mr. Gojo decides to take a few steps back- back towards the door that just keeps getting smaller and smaller with each step. He keeps his gaze on the group as he turns his fist back and knocks on the door- twice. Silence follows- both from the group and on the other side of the door. But Mr. Gojo tilts his head towards the door with a focused expression and listens in for a cue anyway. 

And although it’s faint- you hear it come a few seconds later. The sound of someone knocking on the other side of the door. A sound that makes Mr. Gojo smile really big and wide again. A sound that lets you all know that the time is really now.

“Well then…” The man with brilliant blue eyes and striking white hair purrs to the group, taking in all the faces of the children and adults in front of him. The expression he has on his face is cat-like. It’s confident, it’s proud, and it’s all-knowing. It’s exactly the type of look you should expect from a man who has already proved himself to be rather odd, yet grand. But despite everything, the look on his face does manage to light something more inside you. A deeper sense of eagerness you didn’t expect to feel. A deeper sense of excitement you didn’t know you were capable of. A deeper sense of awe that you know will just be blown out of the water the second he opens the door. At least, that’s what the golden ticket promised you. That’s what the golden ticket promised all of you. Though, by now you’ve learned to trust the funny feeling you get when you look at Mr. Gojo. “It is with great pleasure that I invite you ten lucky little somebodies into the greatest place on earth.”

The funny feeling that tells you to expect the unexpected.

“Welcome to where the magic is made~”

The funny feeling that tells you that there will always- always- be more than what you thought in store.

FADE INTO YOU | GAMIN YOON X F! READER

req ?!; here

saint, stfu (`ー´) ?!; me writing…? AGAIN?!

Usually, you never cared about other people’s test scores, and only made sure you got in the top 10 when looking at your school’s scores. Your school was too dangerous for you to be getting curious with others, after all. But recently, a certain student caught your eye. Gamin Yoon. You’d noticed he’d been following you around, trying to talk to you, but he never did. Always asking you what you got on tests, always smiling in your direction when you take tests, the whole stalker effect.

Always taking last place on the score boards, but you always saw him studying. The president of the study group, but he was stupid. Something wasnt adding up.

You decided to take the initiative and talk to him instead (mostly because of curiosity, but also because it was getting annoying having him practically stalk you). And it turns out he wanted you to join the study group, and specifically, as a tutor. (mostly for him, but whatever.)

Tutoring Gamin was a full time job.

Sure, he tried, and sure, he did all of his work, but, to be honest? You’d never met someone so stupid in your life.

Once a week study sessions turned into 3 times a week, turned to every weekday, to every day. And only then did you see an improvement in his scores.

His reaction to his tests scores made you feel so proud of yourself for being such a good teacher—the way he ran down the halls to show you his test score, rambling his thanks to you, and talking about how he couldnt have done it without you.

Gamin had promised you that as soon as his grades had gotten up, you wouldn’t have had to tutor him anymore, but to be honest, spending time with him was…fun.

You’d never tell him, though.

hi, may I request a Leon with fem reader where he’s spending his free time with her going on coffee dates and going on bookstores possibly with re4 Leon? 🤗 thank you.

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘺!! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon Kennedy had always been a man of action, but today was different.

Today he was busy planning and surprises, he had been thinking about this day for weeks and it filled him with excitement that he couldn't hide.

You talked about a cozy little cafe down the street that you always wanted to visit, and about some books that you really wanted to buy, Leon remembered these conversations well, and today was the day when he would make your desires come true.

The day was gray and drizzly, raindrops running down the window panes in a rhythmic melody.

He never thought he would be so passionate about planning surprises for someone, but for you, his precious girl, he was more than willing to go the extra mile.

As you walked hand in hand through the wet, noisy streets of a quaint european city, the smell of rain soaked cobblestones filling the air, Leon felt his heart fill with love for you.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Leon turned sharply from the main street and led you to a cozy cafe that you had talked about once.

You blinked in surprise as he opened the door for you, letting you in, a soft chime announcing your arrival and you were enveloped in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries.

You turned to him, your eyes wide with curiosity — «Leon, on what occasion?» you asked.

He smiled warmly and gently kissed the tip of your nose — «No occasion» he answered softly — «Just wanted to make you happy»

Your heart swelled at his words as he led you to a table by the window, you settled into comfortable chairs and soon the kind waiter brought out a menu filled with delectable desserts and drinks.

As you both enjoyed the chocolate cakes and drinks, you couldn't resist trying to feed Leon a piece of your cake, but he playfully pulled away, making a grimace that made you giggle.

— «Come on, Leon, it's delicious» you teased, holding a spoon of cake in front of him.

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously — «I don't know about that» he said, feigning doubt, like a child who has just tried something unfamiliar.

You rolled your eyes in mock irritation — «Fine, more for me then»

He chuckled and softened, sharing your indulgence, it was moments like this where you both could be yourself that made your relationship so special.

After you both had enjoyed every bite, Leon motioned for the receipt and paid for the meal.

Walking back out into the rain soaked streets, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart, knowing how much effort he put into this surprise.

But the surprises are not over yet.

Leon led you to a charming bookstore nearby, your eyes lighting up as you saw the familiar shelves of books lining the walls.

You turned to him, your gratitude shining in your eyes — «Leon, how do you remember about this place? I mentioned it once in passing»

He smiled and kissed your cheek — «I remember the things that are important to you» he simply said.

You felt your heart fill with love for him as you began browsing the shelves.

Your fingers slid along the spines of the books that you really wanted to read, and suddenly you came across a children's book about the gray wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.

You couldn't help but laugh at the similarities between the characters and your own relationships — «Hey, look at this» you said, holding the book — «That wolf reminds me of you, and i think that makes me Little Red Riding Hood»

Leon laughed, his deep, rich laugh filling the air — «So, I'm a wolf, right? I don't know if i like this comparison»

You grinned slyly — «Well, you're a bit of a wolf when it comes to protecting me» you teased.

Leon laughed heartily, shaking his head — «Well, in that case, i'd better be careful not to devour you»

Your heart skipped a beat at his playful remark and you placed the book back on the shelf with a sly grin.

But as you continued to browse the shelves, you finally found the book you were looking for, a novel that had been on your wish list for a long time, you happily picked it up and hugged it to your chest.

Leon noticed your excitement and approached you, his eyes full of love — «Did you find what you were looking for?»

You nodded enthusiastically, your heart filled with gratitude — «Yes, Leon, thank you for remembering»

He carefully took the book from your hands and put it under his arm — «Now go and choose something else that interests you, i'll be at the checkout» he said, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

As you walked through the bookstore, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love for Leon.

He was the perfect guy, always attentive to your needs and desires, always willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.

Finally, you picked out a few more books that caught your eye and with your arms full of literature, you headed to the checkout counter while Leon waited for you there, holding the book you wanted so badly.

When you approached him, he handed you the treasured novel, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly — «Leon, you're the best» you whispered in his ear.

He pulled you close, his arms wrapped securely around you — «Just because i have the best girlfriend» he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection.

You melted into his arms, feeling completely happy in his arms, there was no one in the world you would rather be with than Leon.

The moment the rain continued to pour outside, you knew that you both were exactly where you were meant to be — enveloped in each other's love, with hearts full of joy and a future filled with endless possibilities.

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A dancer dies twice

LeonKennedy x ballet!fem!reader

Summary: Leon attends ballet performances from time to time and a certain dancer caught his eye. An unexpected turn occurred and the favored ballet dancer stopped performing, causing Leon’s heart to break a little.

Warning: comfort/angst. mention of depression and weight loss. not proofread lol. nothing sexual but still.

a/n: I’ve been having this idea for quite some time lol. Why did I stop ballet dancing? Idk, I was a dumb kid lmao.

“A dancer dies twice - one when they stop dancing, and this first death is painful.”

The curtains were closed as Leon walked towards his reserved seat in the house. He wasn’t like other people nowadays dressing causally, he dressed up in his fancy suit. The first button of his dress shirt unbuttoned, just the way he always preferred. He finally got himself a small vacation and what better way to enjoy the weekend than watching a group of people dance along to Tchaikovsky?

He shifted in his seat as he looked over the pamphlet of the acts. He doesn’t know a thing about ballet but he does know that he likes the emotions conveyed in the way the dancers move. Whether it was the betrayal in Swan Lake or the serene feeling of the sugarplum fairy from The Nutcracker, he loved it all. But he would never admit it to his colleagues.

The orchestra began to play in a crescendo as the curtains pulled open, revealing a group of white dressed ballerinas huddled in a circle. And that’s when that serene feeling came. The ballerinas danced in their point shoes as their skirts moved gracefully every time they did a pirouette. It felt magical and he felt a sense of relief. Leon was an analytical guy, he analyzes everything he sees and tonight was no different. For tonight, he noticed a certain new dancer. Her hair tied up in the same bun as the other ballerinas but somehow it looked better on her. The white corset she was wearing hugged her lean figure just right, her arms moved under the spotlight swiftly. As if she was a doll. This was her performance.

Leon kept attending each time he could just to watch her. To watch the way her arm and leg angled perfectly at every arabesque she did, her grand jeté followed by the common chassé. She was just breathtaking. As if her purpose was to dance all night. And she did. She was the white swan. She was Clara. For months he watched as she slowly took over the main roles, she was that good.

But all that good came down with a price. Recently, he noticed the way she started to appear less and less. She danced the lesser roles now. And he couldn’t help but wonder why? Was she okay? Is she taking care of herself? For nights he felt worried. He even searched up her name online to find her social media. But the poor man couldn’t find it. It’s like all she did was perform.

Until one day, he spotted her walking down the street from her dance studio. He was out for a smoke when he saw her in her practice clothes, backpack over her shoulders as she walked towards her car. His eyes widened at the sight and he quickly threw his cigarette on the floor and put it out with his foot. He looked both ways before crossing the street and began to make his way towards her.

She didn’t notice until he spoke out to her, “Hey, you performed last week, right?” He asked even though he knew the answer already. She turned around and looked at him surprised but quickly smiled politely.

“Yes, I did. Did you enjoy the show?” She asked in her quiet voice, she seemed tired. He couldn’t help but nod as he looked down at her. “Yeah- you were amazing.” He mumbled under his breath, his heart beating fast as he began to feel his ears turn pink. She was even more beautiful up close.

And god was her laugh even more breathtaking. She giggled at his words and that only made him want to make her laugh even more. Just to hear that beautiful laugh.

It’s been a few days after their exchange and he couldn’t help but feel like a teenage boy for being able to get her Instagram. Turns out she purposely hid her account from the ballet house. Makes sense since she looked like the type to not want to be bombarded with messages from strangers.

They texted for some time and he kept attending her shows. He even bought her flowers after one performance in which she got the main role again. His heart nearly bursted into little pieces as he watched the look of surprise and joy on her face when she saw the flowers. He wanted to make this girl happy, as much as he could. So he kept bringing her gifts. And she kept them in a special memory box. It was all so romantic.

One day, she was walking home from dance practice with her headphones on. She was talking to Leon on the phone about some minor things like how much her feet hurt and how she needed new shoes. And he listened to her, no matter how much she talked because she talked a lot. He took in every word and analyzed it. Should he buy her the shoes? He would gladly spend his money on her if it meant she’ll keep dancing. If it meant she’ll keep following her dreams.

It was all going great until she noticed a car swerving slightly. She shrugged and kept walking as she talked to Leon over the phone. The car kept getting closer and closer until it swerved right into her direction. Her instincts jumped in and she was able to dodge the car, but her leg got caught under the tire. She screamed in pain and Leon quickly tracked down her location. He got his keys and drove to her, he didn’t care how fast he was going. He needed to be there, he needed to help her.

When he parked on the side of the road, he saw her holding on her leg as the driver staggered in his walk. He was drunk, Leon thought to himself. A drunk driver just ran over a dancer. A ballet dancer’s worst dream came true in the snap of a finger. Leon felt a lot of things. Anger, frustration, sadness, he felt it all. And his heart broke even more as he saw how much she was crying. He ran to her side and quickly called the ambulance.

He sat waiting in the lobby of the hospital as she was undergoing surgery. She had suffered a bone fracture and needed immediate medical attention. He stayed up as much as he could and waited for her. He would ask any doctor how she was doing, and honestly, no one told him anything yet.

Her assigned doctor finally came out and approached Leon. He told him that she was currently sleeping from the anesthesia but that he could see her. And he rushed towards the room she was in.

He saw how she laid on the bed, peacefully sleeping. He saw how she had wires tied to her arm. He heard the sound of her heart monitor beep at a normal pace. He slowly approached her and sat on the chair next to her bed. Leon took her hand and squeezed it gently. He couldn’t do anything except wait for her to open her eyes.

And he waited.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around as her vision tried to adjust to the harsh hospital lights. She looked down at Leon’s head resting on her bed as he held on to her hand. She smiled softly until she looked down at the cast on her leg. Her face fell and her heart shattered.

Her quiet sobs reached Leon’s ears and he woke up immediately. He cupped her face with his hands and brought her to his chest as she cried. She wrapped her hands around his back and held on to him. Her whole passion and dreams were now gone. And it wasn’t even her fault.

She spent months in her bed, getting up only to eat and go to the bathroom. But that was it. Leon took the liberty to take care of her. To bathe her, to feed her, to try and distract her. But she always had that emptiness in her eyes. Her light was gone and she was no longer under the spotlight. The ballet house had to let her go since her leg was so injured she couldn’t dance ballet anymore. She could dance but just not ballet. And it broke her soul.

She would no longer wait for the curtains to open, she would no longer dance along to the orchestra, she would no longer spot Leon sitting among the crowd watching her. It was all gone.

Leon slept on the couch as he took care of her. But even from the living room he could hear her cries. He noticed the way she lost her muscle and lost weight.

He walked to her room and sat down on the side of the bed with food. “You need to eat, y/n…” he spoke softly as he laid his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not hungry.”

He couldn’t do anything but frown. He didn’t want to force her to get better but he also hated seeing her in this state. He would do anything to go back in time and prevented the whole thing from even happening.

He helped her shower, kneeling down against the bathtub as she had her back to him. She had her knees on her chest and hugged her legs. His fingers gently massaged the shampoo into her scalp. It wasn’t anything sexual. He was just trying to help her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled under her breath as he poured water down her hair to wash off the shampoo. He furrowed his brows and replied back in a soft voice, “What for?”

She rested her chin on her knees and continued, “For all of this. I feel like a burden to you. You could be doing better things but instead you’re taking care of my depressed ass…”

His heart broke again, his fingers stopped going through her wet hair as he tried to think of a way to reply to her. “You’re not a burden… I chose to take care of you, none of this is your fault…” he whispered softly. She frowned as he kept washing her hair, “I know but… I just feel so… empty.”

He couldn’t do anything except stare at the back of her head with a sad look. He kept washing her hair and her body in silence. He wasn’t a man of words but he hoped that his actions spoke for the lack communication. He hoped she took his actions as a way of comfort. Because he knows what it’s like to lose something you love. He knows that feeling all too well.

He helped her into some new pajamas and tucked her to bed. He was about to leave when she took hold of his wrist, “Stay.”

She wanted him to stay.

And he did. He laid down next to her on the bed. She laid her head on his chest and cried. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. His shirt getting wet from her tears but he didn’t care. Leon ran his hand through her hair as the other rubbed her back gently. Her hands gripped on his shirt as she sobbed.

Her head remained on his chest as she slept after crying. And he did not move. He stayed like he told her to. Not because he was forced, but because he wanted to.

And he’d stay all the time if he was able to.

Me coming home after another unsucseful date to a house filled with cats and crushes on fictional characters

THE BLEACH ANIME IS BACK AND I AM LIVING!!

The Tortured Poets Department is the most Taylor Swift album she’s ever put out. It’s the culmination of everything she’s ever done. It’s the teenage petulance of debut. It’s the hope and naïveté of fearless. It’s the lack of filter of speak now. It’s the emotional rollercoaster of red. It’s the pride of 1989. It’s the angst and the rebirth of reputation. It’s the hopeless romanticism of lover. It’s the storytelling and literary allusions of folklore and evermore. It’s the dark reminiscence of midnights. Which is why I think it’s resonating more with those who have been here the whole time and can see the echoes of each era in this album.

⌕ brown moodboard.

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