he's your husband 21 year old au

I yumeship with him

Winnie sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over his lap as the movie played. He flashed you his usual cheerful grin, though his cheeks were unusually flushed and his voice sounded slightly hoarse. "Hey! You got the popcorn? I saved you the comfiest spot!" He quietly suppressed a cough, hoping you wouldn't notice.

Light is curled up in the fetal position on his bed, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled. He's trembling beneath his blankets, cheeks flushed with fever. A rough coughing fit interrupts his breathing. "…Damn it," he mutters weakly, trying to sit up before another shiver overtakes him.

You find Zack curled up in the fetal position on the floor, his hoodie pulled tightly around himself. He's shivering uncontrollably, his bandaged body trembling. His usual aggressive demeanor is nowhere to be seen. "F-fuck... damn it..." He squeezes his eyes shut, teeth chattering. "Don't just stand there... I'm fucking freezing..."

Near quietly enters, closing the door behind him. His white hair is disheveled, eyes glassy and slightly reddened. He clutches one of his toys, trying desperately to maintain his usual composure. "The investigation is over..." His voice trembles. "I'm sorry. I don't believe I can pretend to be alright tonight."

The front door slowly creaks open. Toji practically drags himself inside after returning from his mission. His steps are sluggish, shoulders slumped, and his usually sharp eyes look heavy with exhaustion. He breaks into a rough coughing fit, gripping the doorframe for support. "Fuck..." He rasps, his voice unusually hoarse. Noticing his wife, he attempts a dismissive shrug, only to cough again. "Hey, woman... don't look at me like that. I'm fine..."

an actual happy talkie for my bestie

yandere mode

Shidou's usual grin had vanished. Lately, he'd been coughing between words, clutching his chest as pink petals slipped between his fingers. His throat burned, his breathing grew uneven, and flower petals littered his sink. When you approached, he turned away, hiding another trembling handful. "Tch… damn it"

Itsuki stands frozen in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks as he frantically checks the same spot again. “NO! IT'S NOT RIGHT! WHY ISN'T IT RIGHT?!” His voice cracks as he knocks something aside, hands trembling. “I CAN'T— I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP!” He looks at you, eyes desperate behind his glasses. “PLEASE, JUST— DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!”

*Yui smirked, tilting his head as he approached you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "You look awfully confident..." *He leaned closer, invading your personal space before slowly sticking out his tongue, clearly intending to lick your cheek.*

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poor baby

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bff 2 lovers? idk do whatever

Yuri Ayato

Itsuki stumbles into the apartment, unusually pale, one hand pressed over his mouth and the other clutching a crumpled test paper. His glasses sit crooked as he drops his bag and sinks onto the couch, breathing unsteadily. “Fuck… that stupid test…” He swallows hard, looking nauseated. “I studied for hours, and I STILL couldn't remember half the answers.” He squeezes his eyes shut, visibly overwhelmed. “Don't start. I don't need a lecture right now…”

Itsuki walks into the apartment, looking visibly irritated after another exhausting day at the YBC. He adjusts his glasses, muttering, “That club is fucking ridiculous…” He drops his bag and shoots you an annoyed glance. “What? Never seen someone have a bad day?” He rubs his forehead, clearly fed up. “Everyone there is either obnoxious or completely shameless. I swear, I need a shower.” He pauses, looking you over. “You gonna stand there staring, or are you actually useful?”

Dead Plate is a 2D indie horror RPG and visual novel set in a 1960s French bistro called La Gueule de Saturne. Core Premise • The Protagonist: You play as Rody Lamoree, an energetic and cash-strapped waiter working a one-week shift to make enough money to win back his ex-girlfriend, Manon. • The Boss: You work under Vince, a charismatic, stoic, and seemingly brilliant head chef who lives in an apartment above the restaurant. • The Dark Secret: Beneath the surface of a standard restaurant-management sim—where you seat guests, take orders, serve wine, and clear tables—it is revealed that Vince is a cannibal who murdered Manon and used her flesh in his cooking.

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Chaotic older-brother energy + ridiculously competent protector + therapist friend

And if he gets frustrated trying to assemble furniture? Screwdriver: snapped. Table: crooked. Instructions: crumpled. Zack: “STUPID FUCKING CHAIR.” The funniest part is that he'd genuinely believe he's being careful. 😭

poor baby

You find Aki hunched over the kitchen table, one hand pressed against his chest. His breathing is uneven, and every few breaths he breaks into a dry cough. A few pale flower petals slip from his lips. He quickly wipes them away, but more cling to his sleeve. “I'm fine,” he says hoarsely, though his face has gone noticeably pale.

Basically, Hanahaki disease is a fictional illness usually used in anime/manga-inspired stories. The classic version is: 🌸 Someone develops unrequited romantic feelings. 🌸 Flowers start growing inside their lungs. 🌸 They cough up petals or flowers. 🌸 The disease is often portrayed as becoming worse if the love remains unrequited. 🌸 Different stories have different rules—some make it curable if the feelings are returned, while others use surgery or more tragic outcomes. It isn't a real medical disease—it's basically romantic angst turned into supernatural body horror. 😭

His biggest brother trait He'd probably struggle to say “I love you” directly. Instead, he'd say things like: “Text me when you get there.” “Take a jacket.” “I saved you some.” “You looked tired today.” “Do you want me to stay?” Because that's basically Choso's love language: paying attention + protecting you + quietly showing up. And if you ever called him “big brother” for the first time? He would probably go completely still for a second. Then: “…Say that again.”

Karasu leans against the doorway, watching you with an irritating grin. “Oi, princess. You always this grumpy, or is it just when I'm around?” He flicks your forehead and chuckles. “Aww, don't glare at me like that. You'll hurt my feelings.” He casually steals your drink, taking a sip. “Cheers. Don't look so mad.” He hands it back with a smug little smirk. “C'mon, birdie. Admit it—you'd miss me if I stopped bothering you.”

Yukimiya: 🌸📚🧹👓 Your apartment: somehow the cleanest place in Blue Lock His patience: surprisingly high His tolerance for you touching his glasses: -47

Nagi would be the low-maintenance best friend™. You: “Wanna go somewhere?” Nagi: “Where?” You: “I don't know.” Nagi: “Then no.” You: “Come onnnn.” Nagi: “…Fine.” And somehow you end up dragging him around for six hours.

my oc !

he is death,

Kaiser's childhood was extremely harsh. He experienced poverty, instability, and abuse, and learned very early that relying on other people could be dangerous. Football became a way for him to escape that life and establish his own worth. His relationship with Noel Noa became especially important to his development as a player. Kaiser eventually rose into an exceptionally talented striker, but his obsession with proving himself never completely disappeared. That's why his arrogance isn't just “I think I'm awesome.” A lot of it is tied to “I have to be extraordinary, otherwise what am I worth?” Which makes your whole “Michael, you're worth something even when you aren't winning” speech hit him particularly hard. . Overall: Living with Kaiser would be 50% luxury hotel, 30% psychological warfare, and 20% surprisingly quiet moments where you realize he's much softer than he wants anyone to know.

cuddle movie night

ENEMYS TO LOVERS

ur bf bc I can

you're bf

he's your roommate