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Ai watched her lean her head back against the tree she sat under, tapping her pencil on the open notebook in her lap. He'd been watching her for a while, actually. He kept telling himself that she was the subject of a new experiment, but he couldn't help but question that; conducting research without recording any of the data? The thought seemed ridiculous.
He had noted some things, to be fair. Like the way she took really deep breaths when she was tired, how she would almost throw her pen down and stretch her fingers when they cramped from too much writing, the way she'd wet her lips so subtly before taking her bottom lip in between her teeth while thinking.
Oh God, those lips. Her entire face, in fact. Ai found it so pure; flawless, even. He liked looking at her eyes, they were big and beautiful and always seemed to be telling a tale of their own. Her skin was another attribute of hers that Ai could never get tired of admiring; the skin that looked so smooth to the touch, and he longed to touch it, just to prove himself right.
By this time, Ai would usually stop himself. Remind himself that he was an idol and he wasn't allowed to think about girls the way he thought about her. But it proved especially difficult this time, and the azure-haired teen found himself contemplating whether or not he should actually go talk to her.
No. That would make things worse, right? If he was lenient with himself once, he'd only crave her more. No. He'd have to forget, he decided. Forget how much he admired her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted to protect her. No.
Why was he walking towards her? No.
This was wrong. He'd get fired. No.
What was he doing? She was looking up at him now. No!
"Hello. My name is Mikaze Ai." Shit.
Really, what in the hell was he doing?
All his self-reprimanding ceased and effectively disintegrated to be replaced by a strange but comforting warm feeling in his chest when she smiled at him. That same absolutely perfect smile he'd admired from afar for a long, long time.
"I'm (f/n)," she said to him, her voice like a melody to his ears, those eyes yet again entrancing him, "(l/n) (f/n)."
Forget the subject of his experiment.
(f/n) was the subject of his infatuation.
And that, in itself, was fascinating.
He had noted some things, to be fair. Like the way she took really deep breaths when she was tired, how she would almost throw her pen down and stretch her fingers when they cramped from too much writing, the way she'd wet her lips so subtly before taking her bottom lip in between her teeth while thinking.
Oh God, those lips. Her entire face, in fact. Ai found it so pure; flawless, even. He liked looking at her eyes, they were big and beautiful and always seemed to be telling a tale of their own. Her skin was another attribute of hers that Ai could never get tired of admiring; the skin that looked so smooth to the touch, and he longed to touch it, just to prove himself right.
By this time, Ai would usually stop himself. Remind himself that he was an idol and he wasn't allowed to think about girls the way he thought about her. But it proved especially difficult this time, and the azure-haired teen found himself contemplating whether or not he should actually go talk to her.
No. That would make things worse, right? If he was lenient with himself once, he'd only crave her more. No. He'd have to forget, he decided. Forget how much he admired her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted to protect her. No.
Why was he walking towards her? No.
This was wrong. He'd get fired. No.
What was he doing? She was looking up at him now. No!
"Hello. My name is Mikaze Ai." Shit.
Really, what in the hell was he doing?
All his self-reprimanding ceased and effectively disintegrated to be replaced by a strange but comforting warm feeling in his chest when she smiled at him. That same absolutely perfect smile he'd admired from afar for a long, long time.
"I'm (f/n)," she said to him, her voice like a melody to his ears, those eyes yet again entrancing him, "(l/n) (f/n)."
Forget the subject of his experiment.
(f/n) was the subject of his infatuation.
And that, in itself, was fascinating.
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Heart || Ai Mikaze x Reader
meraki (μεράκι) (n.) the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work
"________."
You didn't wake. You were fast asleep on the floor as your head was leaning on the coffee table. The cyan-haired male sighed and knelt beside your figure. He tucked one tuft of your (h/c) behind your ear and shook you softly.
"_______. Wake up."
(E/c) orbs looked at Ai's own eyes as they blinked. You straightened yourself up and rubbed your eyes. Ai looked at you with slight amusement, though he didn't show it. He liked seeing your reactions when you were caught off guard.
"Ah,
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Uta no Prince Sama Seven Minutes in Heaven Ai
“Alright, we finally managed to get the sound room, put back together, so everything should be ready for the next turn.” Chuckling playfully, Otoya stood next to the violin case and prepared for the next turn. “Hopefully nothing will get demolished or broken this time around.” Without leaving the stage, he scanned over the remaining players. The moment his eyes locked on yours, a bright, excited smile appeared on his face. “You know who you are already, so come on up.”
So excited you almost squeaked, you jumped out of your chair, ran up the stairs and dropped to your knee
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Quartet Night Ai x Reader - Poison Kiss (Pure)
Ai watched as you continued reading your book. You were so engrossed in it that you didn't even notice his gaze on you.
The cyan haired boy was fascinated by you, in more ways than one.
You were the one that had helped open him up to his emotions, bit by bit. After a while, approximately 157 days after you had first met him, he had started overheating more frequently. His first thought was that there was a bug in his system, but after a diagnostic he found that this wasn't the case.
It was love.
The subject that had always eluded him now treated him as a puppet, disrupting his normal functions.
You had realized the situation after s
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Just something I wrote during free period today. I've also got this up on a couple different sites so there you go! Hope you enjoy x
Just something I wrote during free period today. I've also got this up on a couple different sites so there you go! Hope you enjoy x
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