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He wishes he were a bit richer.
For his family, their current townhouse is a perfect fit- cosy but not uncomfortable. Yet, Hinata can't wishing that there was a big room; beautiful, elegant and just perfect for you. That would make you happy, wouldn't it?
When you look especially sad, he cuts out pictures of lavish bedrooms from the magazines his mother lovingly collects and shows them to you. Surely, you're just upset because the basement is quite small? He needs you to stay with him, to make sure no one upsets you or hurts you or takes away your wonderful smile- but he understands that the basement is very boring.
"Look how poofy the duvet is, [Y/N]," he shouts with ecstasy as he dumps his little box of cutouts to your left and holds up one of them to your dull eyes, "I'll have something like that for you one day! A super poofy duvet that goes kaplow whenever you jump on it! We'll practice diving towards the ball on it and then we'll be super good and you can be on my team and support me!"
During his drifts into fantasy, he never notices the way you bite back tears or desperate pleas to be able to go back home.
The later is never going to happen. Hinata's a sweetheart, most people agreed on that long ago, but his performances of emotional manipulation are of the highest quality- even if he does not know what he's truly doing. Those weeping bouts, terrified he'll lose you- manipulation. Clinging on to you in a rib-crushing hug and whispering, "I've always trusted you, [Y/N], but you don't trust me?"- manipulation. Although not the dangerous 'bad boy' parents threaten their children about, Hinata's form of love comes second place.
Not that he's ever thought of that, all he cares about is making sure that you keep that smile on your face and he's still making you happy.
He's making you happy if he's protecting you, right?
Once or twice, he's had nightmares that he lost you or you ran away from the basement and got hurt. He woke up in a sweat even larger than the one he gets after matches, and raced downstairs to embrace you and bury his crying face in your neck as you held him tight and promised him you were always going to be there for him.
Yep, you promised and now he's never going to lose you.
He always has wanted to be rich to make you happier, but he himself is rich just by being with you.
For his family, their current townhouse is a perfect fit- cosy but not uncomfortable. Yet, Hinata can't wishing that there was a big room; beautiful, elegant and just perfect for you. That would make you happy, wouldn't it?
When you look especially sad, he cuts out pictures of lavish bedrooms from the magazines his mother lovingly collects and shows them to you. Surely, you're just upset because the basement is quite small? He needs you to stay with him, to make sure no one upsets you or hurts you or takes away your wonderful smile- but he understands that the basement is very boring.
"Look how poofy the duvet is, [Y/N]," he shouts with ecstasy as he dumps his little box of cutouts to your left and holds up one of them to your dull eyes, "I'll have something like that for you one day! A super poofy duvet that goes kaplow whenever you jump on it! We'll practice diving towards the ball on it and then we'll be super good and you can be on my team and support me!"
During his drifts into fantasy, he never notices the way you bite back tears or desperate pleas to be able to go back home.
The later is never going to happen. Hinata's a sweetheart, most people agreed on that long ago, but his performances of emotional manipulation are of the highest quality- even if he does not know what he's truly doing. Those weeping bouts, terrified he'll lose you- manipulation. Clinging on to you in a rib-crushing hug and whispering, "I've always trusted you, [Y/N], but you don't trust me?"- manipulation. Although not the dangerous 'bad boy' parents threaten their children about, Hinata's form of love comes second place.
Not that he's ever thought of that, all he cares about is making sure that you keep that smile on your face and he's still making you happy.
He's making you happy if he's protecting you, right?
Once or twice, he's had nightmares that he lost you or you ran away from the basement and got hurt. He woke up in a sweat even larger than the one he gets after matches, and raced downstairs to embrace you and bury his crying face in your neck as you held him tight and promised him you were always going to be there for him.
Yep, you promised and now he's never going to lose you.
He always has wanted to be rich to make you happier, but he himself is rich just by being with you.
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Habit: Lip Biting
You had a habit. It wasn't particularly a bad habit, but you did it very often. Mostly, you did it when you were deep in concentration. You always bit your lip.
Whenever you found yourself in an activity that required a lot of mental strength, you would obliviously gnaw on your bottom lip with your teeth. It was dangerous since you would do it so often without your own notice that you would accidentally injure yourself.
Again, it wasn't particularly a bad habit. But your boyfriend thought it to be one.
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❥ Tadashi Yamaguchi x reader
❥ Genre: fluff, comedy
❥ Word count: 2484
❥ Part of the MONTHLY THEME
❥ Requested by: Chanson-de-sirene (https://www.deviantart.com/chanson-de-sirene)
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Slow, steady breaths.
In and out, in and...
His hands were itching so he put them in his pockets. And a second later took them out.
The internet told him that his heartbeat would slow down in a moment, but it only seemed to go faster. His face was becoming redder with each second he spent narrating the possible outcomes of the many conversations he had already prepared in his mind. He wanted to moisten his lips, but with the drought in his mouth
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don't ask why I pick such un-yandere characters to become yandere. it's a problem.
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