Ahhh how about GOM+Kagami+Hanamiya (If it's too many charas, sorry D:) reaction to seeing their s/o fangirling over their ANIME HUSBANDS and not paying them any attention since the s/o is too busy dying over 2D cuteness. I think we can all relate to this tbh, I'm in love with too many 2D characters like pls send help.
Ugh this is my life on so many levels. Luckily my hubby fully supports my fangirling. He even buys me figurines and is willing to cosplay them TT__TT He is amazing. Thank you for your amazing Ask and wonderful patience!
“____…____!” Akashi’s voice attempted to get your attention for the umpteenth time, as you scrolled through your favorite blog, enjoying the rather racy pictures an artist did of one Levi Ackerman. Oh, how you adored Attack on Titan and your self-proclaimed husband ‘Levi’.
“One minute Sei-kun!” You giggled again and went to join the forum discussion, commenting on your favorite picture and joining everyone’s friendly banter. Suddenly the air around you changed and you looked up to see a rather peeved looking Akashi.
“Sei-kun?” Your voice questioned timidly, subconsciously shrinking under his weighted gaze.
“____, I have been attempting to gain your attention for the past twenty minutes, I do not enjoy being ignored.” His voice was eerily calm and measured, but his eyes were burning with loss of patience. Holding out his hand, you realized he wanted to put your phone away so you would no longer be glued to it. With a small huff you handed it over, but not before realizing you hadn’t exited out from the racy photos…neither did Akashi. His eyes betrayed his stoic façade once more as they widened at the picture. Shoving the phone quickly down to his side, he looked at you nervously, apparently at a loss for words for the first time in his life.
“Hehehe…uhhh…” You stared up at him blankly, wondering how you were going to explain this obsession. “I have a thing for authority…” Seconds ticked by before an unsettling grin made its way to his face. He walked to your bookshelf and skimmed the titles until he found volume No. 1 of Attack on Titan. Handing you your phone back, he sat next to you, lounging back to begin reading.
“Perhaps I should see what you find so intriguing about this character.” His voice dripped with honey and a burning heat made its way to your cheeks. Was this the moment of your fangirl dreams? Was Akashi implying he would roleplay with you? With a sense of determination, you ran to your bookshelf and grabbed every volume, before dumping them haphazardly next to Akashi, who raised a brow in question.
“You have some reading to do Sei-kuuuuun.” You purred dangerously making the red head wonder who was actually in control in this relationship.
It was no secret to Aomine that you loved to read your cherished manga, just as much as he loved his gravure magazines. You often found yourselves in a heap of tangled limbs, cuddling on the rooftop during lunch hour, reading your respective reading material. But today Aomine couldn’t help but feel irked at how often you squealed and blushed at this month’s issue.
“Tch, what has you so flustered?” He leaned up from his spot in your lap, trying to get a look at the artwork.
“Oh my gosh. It’s too much! I just, Keiichi is perfect. Such a cutie and a total Dom. Like, how can this girl turn him away? He is perfect I just wann-“ Your fangirl tirade got cut short when a pair of firm lips smashed down on your own, silencing your words with a satisfied moan.
“Dom, you say? Oh ____…this is a discussion we should have had months ago.” His smirk became feral and your heart thrummed so harshly in your chest, you were sure it would leap out any minute. Watching your boyfriend grin that way felt like watching Keiichi come to life. It seemed you two were due for a discussion on some new bedroom ideas.
“What do you mean there are over 600 episodes!?” Your boyfriend stared at you in horror. He didn’t mind a lazy day in, watching your favorite series. Even suggesting he starts from the beginning so he can watch it with you. What he wasn’t ready for was how many episodes ‘catching up’ would require.
“It’s sooooo worth it Taiga-kun! Besides, once you get to episode 400ish, you get to meet my favorite character…Trafalgar Law! Ugh he is so dreamy. Just wait till you see. You will love this show!” Flames practically burned from your irises at the passion you held for your beloved fandom. All Kagami could do was swallow the building lump in his throat and nod in defeat. He could tell this wasn’t worth getting out of, he would simply have to watch every episode.
But feeling you snuggle close and murmuring all the lyrics to the opening song put a smile on his face. You really did love this show, watching the smile spread across your face was endearing to him. He supposed it would be worth watching the show in the long run, if it meant he could see that smile on your face every week a new episode aired. Wouldn’t hurt to also know how this ‘Law’ is that you constantly talk about.
“Oh my gosh they have leggings for him too!? I have to get them…” You continued to murmur while looking at the new clothing release that featured your favorite character.
“Eh, ____cchi? You seriously want more fangear? Don’t you have enough?” He looked a bit confused while putting his own phone down, raising a brow at your ever-growing pout.
“Ryo-kun…there is no such thing as ‘too much’ when referring to Uchiha Itachi. It is impossible. Besides, black and red go with everything I own.” You waved your hand dismissively. Kise sighed and peered around your room. It was covered in Itachi merchandise and he shook his head in defeat. What was one more item? You were already drowning in it anyways. Kise supposed he couldn’t be too upset, especially with the smile and giggle you let out when you pushed ‘purchase’ on your phone.
Your eyes glimmered with adoration as you watched the credits role once more, but pouting when you realized there were no longer any new episodes.
“It’s not that bad ____-san. We can take Nigou to the park and grab some lunch. There will be a new episode next Saturday.” Kuroko assured you softly, patting your head as you huffed in annoyance.
“I know but how can I wait a whole week before seeing what happens with Laxus. He is so strong, but this fight won’t be easy.” You pouted again, worry for your imaginary husband clearly written across your face.
“At least you don’t have to worry about me every losing a battle _____-san…have you seen these guns?” Kuroko looked your way with a straight face and his small biceps flexing in front of you. It was enough to cheer you up and set aside your obsession…momentarily.
“What is this crap?” Hanamiya glared at the posters that littered your walls and his lips turned up at the plushies covering your bed. Meanwhile you were engrossed deep into a manga, nose practically buried between the pages.
“Ugh, devotion. Obviously.” You chuckled at your sarcastic response but failed to notice Makoto’s less than happy expression. He glanced around the room a bit more and though he wouldn’t voice it out loud, a small part of him was furious that there weren’t any pictures of him decorating your room. Just this blonde dude plastered everywhere. Even Hanamiya didn’t notice the rare moment of self-consciousness when he brought a hand up to his ebony locks. “Who is this loser anyways?”
“That is Tamaki! He is so romantic! I swear his way with words could swoon any girl off their feet and straight to the alter!” You gushed on and on, ignoring the darkening aura of your boyfriend.
“_____.” His voice pulled you from your rambling. “Apparently I need to make you forget about this blonde wimp and show you what it is you REALLY crave.”
“I don’t understand why you find that attractive, nanodayo.” Your favorite giant carrot complained for the millionth time as you basked in the glory that was Dio Brando. “He is absolutely insane, evil and cares for no one. Why is that appealing?” He looked genuinely confused.
“Uhh, he has muscles and besides, what’s wrong with liking a bad boy?” You questioned, eyes never leaving the manga page. Shintaro looked at you as though you had lost all sanity. The character you adored was a murderer…how could you possibly find that attractive? “Don’t worry Shin-kun, it’s just a character. No need to be so worried.” You gave him a reassuring smile that he returned, but once you looked away his eyes peered down at the manga in irritation. He vowed to himself to not let you ever meet Hanamiya or Haizaki…they might somehow steal you from him if you were into that sort of thing. Little did he know you were trying not to laugh at seeing your boyfriend have an internal debate with himself, over what…you weren’t so sure.
Atsushi couldn’t really fault you for your obsession as he was equally in love with Food Wars. So here you were in your kitchen, trying to replicate a recipe from the show and babbling on and on about he much you adore Soma.
“Ne, _____-chin…my baking is better than Soma, just forget him.” He grunted childishly while kneading some dough for a pie you were making. You chuckled at the frown that carved its way into his features and the slow building glare he was giving the dough.
“Oh? Atsu-kun, would you be jealous if I ate Soma’s cooking?” Your eyes widened when he slammed his hands abruptly on the counter, looking up at you from under his violet fringe.
“Don’t joke like that ____-chin. I’ll crush anyone who tries to cook for you.” His brows pitched down in annoyance and his fingers dug into the flour lined counter top.
“Relax, Atsu-kun. I only want your cooking.” You smiled, touching the top of his hand in assurance, knowing that ‘cooking’ was a metaphor for something else in Murasakibara’s mind.