Male Characters x Male Reader

Ayato Aishi [Change in fate☁️❤️‍🩹]

A/N: This was requested over on our tumblr! 

CW: Mentions of killing, and implied killing!

"So we're Taro/Taeko Yamada's friend, Ayato knowing that, he plans to kill him off but as Ayato was going to kill him, the reader gives a proposal, he helps him get closer to Yamada... in a more not killing everyone he sees typa way. And as the days go on, we eventually get closer, and Ayato is wondering why he doesn't feel so nervous near Yamada anymore, then it clicks.

I had this trope in my head for a while, I've read something similar, I think, but it was a x fem!reader

I'll leave the rest to you🤷‍♂️"

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In the heart of Akademi, students lingered around the school after hours, going to their receptive clubs and doing activities. Y/N had found himself in a bit of a predicament, pinned underneath Ayato's formidable weight, fighting against the force of Ayato's legs restraining his lower body from any type of movement. The glint of the knife shimmering in Ayato's hands, posed to strike at Y/N's chest.

Y/N grunted through gritted teeth "Ayato, listen to me!! This isn't the way. We can find another way—" He let out a small gasp, Ayato applying more pressure, the blade reaching closer and closer to his chest with every moment. He reached up, getting a better grip on Ayato's hands, pushing the knife away with all his strength. "A way that doesn't end in bloodshed!!" He pleas, his voice desperate.

Ayato's gaze mixed with a cloud of rage and uncertainty, boring into Y/N's soul as he hesitated, the weight of his actions hanging heavy in the air. "I can't trust you, not near senpai. You don't deserve him!" he cried out in response, his arms getting tired. "Stop putting up a fight damn it—" he growled, teeth clenched tightly as his arms began to cramp. "He–He doesn't see me.." he muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. "He's always so focused on someone else, no one appreciates him the way I do." He admitted, the pressure of the knife coming to a stop.

Y/N's expression softened, empathy colouring his features. "I know it hurts, Ayato, but violence won't make him notice you. If anything, it will only push him further away." He reached out, attempting to gently pry Ayato's hands away from the knife. "Let me help you, we can find a way for you to get closer to him."

For a moment, Ayato's gaze softened, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he wrestled with his emotions. With a heavy sigh, he released his grip on the knife, allowing Y/N to safely push it to the side. "I-I don't know if I can do this.." he breathed softly. Doubt, fear, longing– they all mingled in his troubled mind. He had been so consumed by his own obsession with Yamada, so fixated on his own desires, that he hadn't stopped to think about the consequences of his actions, But Y/N's offer gave him a surge of hope as he reassured him everything would be okay.

Y/N got up, offering a hand to Ayato. He hesitated for a moment, before accepting it and getting up, picking up the knife and putting it into his pocket. He'd be sure to pop it into the incinerator later on before he left. Ayato would look suspicious if he returned the knife back to the cooking club when he wasn't a member.

Day's turned into weeks as Y/N and Ayato hung around together, their interactions shifting from the tense standoffs, to a calmer relationship. A fragile bond began to form between the two–.

As they spent more time with each other, Ayato found himself opening up to Y/N in ways he never thought possible. He confided in Y/N about his insecurities, fears and overwhelming longing for Taro. And with each confession, Y/N listened and offered support and words of encouragement. Y/N shared snippets within his life, and as Ayato listened, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the people who managed to capture the others' hearts.

As they walked side by side through the halls, Y/N couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in his mind. Finally, unable to contain his curiosity, he cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Ayato, i've been meaning to ask you something." He began, his voice hesitant.

Ayato glanced at him, raising a brow. "Yeah? What is it?"

Y/N paused, before continuing. "I've noticed...well that things between us have changed. And I can't help but wonder..do you feel it too?"

Ayato's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps Y/N was also feeling these exact same emotions he was feeling?

He took a deep breath, giving himself a moment. "Yeah..I do feel something..."

Y/N's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Me too." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ayato stopped, standing in the hallway quietly as he gathered his thoughts, bathing in the soft glow of the evening sun streaming through the windows, taking a hesitant step closer to Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, threading his fingers through Y/N's, his touch tender.

"Y/N, I think I'm falling for you.." Ayato whispered.

Y/N's breath caught in his throat, before he closed the remaining distance between them, pulling Ayato into a gentle embrace. Ayato melted into his arms, pressing himself against Y/N's chest as he closed his eyes.

With a soft sigh, Y/N tilted his head back slightly to meet the others' gaze. "I..I love you too.."

-Written by owner 2