Hands | Kiyoshi TeppeiKiyoshi had never been this intrigued about hands until he’d met you. It’s true his were much larger than the average male his age, but it’d never been something he thought about.
However, when he started dating you, and gave you a high-five on acing the hardest test of the year, he couldn’t help but stare at his for a few moments. As if admiring the spot you’d just hit with your very small hand. Since then, he’d always grab yours, whether you were watching television, or doing homework - he’d always grab your free hand - and just watch how it fit so well in his own.
After a rather tough practice match, you’d finally asked him the one question weighing on your mind since he’d started this weird habit.
“Do you have a hand fetish?”
He blinked, tilting his head to the side as he raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you mean ___-chan.”
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your che
Nevicata - Oikawa x ReaderNevicata means 'snowfall' in Italian.
There was always something that bothered you every day. You knew that it wasn’t something that should’ve mattered, but curiosity always got the best of you. There was a cheeky boy next door that you always wondered about. There was always a different girl with him each week, but at least his looks explained most of it. You knew he was a player, but there were times where you really wondered if that really was the case.
It was impossible to not take notice of him after all. You were cooped up in your little apartment for most of the days, doing your job as an editor. He was one of the people you saw weekly, if not daily. You couldn’t help but wonder about the way he acted.
Why did he look so lonely?
Well, you weren’t one to talk, being even lonelier than he was. You rarely take the time to mutter even a word to anyone other than your boss or people you had contracts with. However, the look he had in his eyes wer
addiction | tanaka ryuunosuke | coffee shop!au
//tanaka ryuunosuke x reader
It was nice being surrounded by the smell of pastries and sweeted drinks of ground beans. You weren't what you'd call a coffee addict, but a nice cappuccino once in a while really brightened your mood. The instances where you'd enter a coffee shop weren't frequent if you had to say so yourself. You only learned to drink coffee a while back, so it had taken some time for you to get used to the bitter taste. The two shots of caramel and puff of cream weren't for nothing, after all.
In your group of friends you were the least 'addicted' to coffee and you held pride in that fact. But there was one guy you knew who was a perfect fit for the term. He could slurp up the entire content of every coffee machine in town, though, he would complain to you later on via calls or texts that he couldn't sleep and had all the energy in the world. He would keep you up all night with weird texts as if he had gotten drunk from the coffee.