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it smells like... [shirabu kenjirou x reader][au]

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Imagine the Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist, but Person A’s tattoo is something completely ridiculous or nonsensical.


It smells like hot ass.



       That’s what was written on his wrist. It was neither small nor big, but it was enough for anyone standing close to him to be able to clearly read it. Shirabu had always tried to hide it with long sleeves, always opting to wear a blazer or long-sleeve button ups to class, even on hot days. It was more embarrassing than what Tendou’s soulmate’s wrist read: “I’d sell you for one chip if I had the chance.” Tendou’s soulmate had accidentally spilled a carton of milk onto his lap.

        “It’s not that bad,” you tried to reassure Shirabu as your fingertips danced along his wrist.

        He sighed, “You’re only saying that because it’s not on your wrist. Imagine having this on your wrist for the rest of your life.”

        You chuckled lightly. “Chill, Kenjirou,” you said.

        You took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers with his as you leaned back against his chest. He let out a soft sigh, then brought your hands up to lips and planted a small kiss to the back of your hand. You laughed lightly and brought your hands back down to your lap. You looked at the words on your boyfriend’s right wrist, managing to stifle a laugh.

        “Stop looking at it,” he insisted.

        You smiled. “I can’t stop looking at it. I said those words to you.”

        “You’re lucky I didn’t say them to you.”

        “Instead,” you began, glancing at your own wrist, “you said, ‘Hi, I’m your mate soul’.”

        He laughed softly under his breath.

        “You know, I’ve always had a crush on you?” you announced.

        The brunette hummed softly, planting a kiss to the crown of your head. “I know,” he uttered into your hair. “You tell me all of the time.”

        “But, you didn’t believe me.”

        “Indeed.”

        “Until I said those words.”

        “Indeed,” he mumbled.

        “You didn’t notice me until then.”

        “About that, I’m sorry.”

        You let out a loud laugh in response and then let go of his hand to turn around and face him, criss-crossing your legs. He looked down at you with his ash-brown eyes and smiled softly. His hands brushed the side of your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Then, you leaned a bit forward and rested your head against his chest as his arms wrapped around your back.

        “You’re so embarrassed by my words,” you spoke into his shirt.

        “Who wouldn’t be?”

        “Your face was cute when you heard me say that,” you giggled.

        He tightened his hold and he pulled you closer, resting his head on top of yours. You pressed your ear against his chest, listening to the faint sound of his heart thumping and wrapping your arms around his torso. Shirabu kissed the top of your head another time and let out a breathy sigh.

        “I didn’t think those words would come out of the mouth from someone as cute as you,” he admitted, chuckling a bit.

        You hummed, lifting your head and making eye contact with him. Shirabu Kenjirou, your soulmate. You couldn’t believe he was your soulmate. Eyeing him since your first year at Shiratorizawa Academy. He was a smart-mouthed boy, a snarky comment always ready to be said. Your friends would tell you that he was much cuter when he didn’t open his mouth. You thought the opposite. His sharp tongue was one of the traits you found particularly enticing.

        “What?” he asked.

        You hummed lightly and reached up to kiss his cheek. “Nothing.”

        “I know that look, idiot.”

         You snorted softly. “What look?” you asked.

        “That face you make when you’re thinking about something trivial,” he answered harshly. You knew it was just the way he spoke normally and it made you smile. “What, [Name]?”

        “I was thinking about the stuff my friends used to say about you,” you admitted.

        “Oh?”

        “Rude. Mean. Snarky little shit. Asshole. Jer--”

        “Did you think those things?” he asked.

        You shrugged your shoulders and answered, “At first, I thought, wow, someone’s in a pissy mood. But, I found it kind of cute.”

        “Cute?”

        “Yeah,” you said, “it was really cute. You didn’t hold your tongue, and you weren’t nice to everyone. It was kind of...how do I say it...refreshing…?”

        “Your choice of words is concerning.”

        “What? How? Because I found your way of speech cute?” you chuckled out lightly.

        “You’re weird, [Name].”

        “Snarky little shit.”

        “Annoying brat,” he retorted.

        “But, I’m your annoying brat,” you answered with a grin.

        Shirabu hummed and you twirled back around, leaning your back against his chest once again. His hands slipped under your hands and his fingers weaved into yours. You felt his chin on your head and when you pinched his hand for fun, he jabbed his chin into the top of your head. You let out a small yelp of pain and elbowed him in the gut as he let out a soft pained grunt.

        You began to remember the first time you figured out that Shirabu was your soulmate. Prior to, you never spoke to him and it was kind of funny. You’d only acknowledge him with a nod of your head when you saw him in class, no words were exchanged. You thought that maybe if you did speak to him sooner, you would have found out that he was your soulmate in your first year. The words, I’m your mate soul, had been decorated on your wrist since you turned five. Your parents used to tease you for it, until they found out what was written on Shirabu's wrist.


        You were supposed to send some papers down to the volleyball club’s coach. It was so vivid. You walked into the gymnasium where the volleyball club was currently practicing and the smell of sweaty, gross adolescent boys smacked you in the face. You cursed yourself for trying to be the good student and offering to help a teacher out by passing some papers onto another faculty member.

        “It smells like hot ass,” you uttered when you entered, your eyes landing on Shirabu's figure and he suddenly made eye contact with you.

        Those words came out louder than you expected and everyone in the gym immediately turned their heads in your direction. A loud Whoot! came from a red haired player and he nudged Shirabu who was standing to his right, whose eyes were wide with shock. He was shook. He was so cute like always. That weirdly cut brown hair. You just wanted to cry about it to your friends, but they hated when you did that. Nonetheless, you dismissed their behavior and turned away, making your way to the coach.

        That was when Shirabu Kenjirou appeared behind you and tapped you on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m your mate soul,” he said.

        You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, then looked down at your wrist. The same exact words were written there. “W-what…?”

        “I mean, I’m your soulmate.”

        You almost dropped the stack of papers. “You?! Shirabu Kenjirou?! You’re my soulmate?!”

        “Yes,” he said as he hesitantly showed you the five embarrassing words on his wrist: It smells like hot ass. Poor him. “You’re [Surname] [Name], right?”

        “I-I’m so sorry that those are your words!”

        He exhaled deeply, “It’s sad, but they become a part of you.”

        And that moment in the gymnasium was what led you both to this current moment with you engulfed in his muscle-ly setter arms, his faint smell now filling your room. There was always something about his presence, his smell, that made you feel at peace. He smelled really, really good, for starters. He has this mature, calm aura around him. You loved it way too much. You took a whiff of his shirt and he groaned before pushing your face off of him.

        “You’re a pervert, [Name],” he said.

        “Only for you,” you laughed.

        “All you ever do is smell me.”

        You moved your head back and looked at him, offended. “I-I do not!”

        He raised an eyebrow.

        “Okay, but it’s not my fault that you smell good.”

        “Pervert.”

        “Kenjirou, do you think that maybe, just maybe, if I had spoken to you sooner, we would have known?” you asked.

        Shirabu furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe,” he answered honestly, “but who knows?”

        “It would've been nice.”

        “Yeah,” he sighed. “It would have.”

        Then, you leaned forward to get a whiff of him again and he pushed you away once again.

        “Pervert,” he accused.

        “For you. Only for you.”

        “Why do you like to smell me?” he asked with a small laugh. “Do I smell like hot ass?”

        “Kenjirou!”
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IT SMELLS LIKE HOT ASS. (im guilty 4 sayin this a lot)
**also in celebration of me being on spring break tg

i apologize for his ooc-ness but its cute ok
and plus this came out longer than i expected wtf @ me
anyway i rlly liked this idea and everyone else was doing a soulmate au as well
it was a lot better and funnier in my head & sorry that it didn't come out as well-written as i had hoped
shirabu is such a salty, little cutie pie and he deserves some lovin'
I WOULD CHEAT ON TSUKKI FOR HIM (MAYBE)

thank you for reading this fic
you'RE AN AWESOME BLOSSOM!!!

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