(*chants* One of us, one of us– Join us in this flaming Alma pit of which there is no escape! Also, on a serious note, I have to apologize for making headcanons of his reaction instead. I’m just…really clueless and awful when it comes to flirting, but I sure as Hell know how to be flustered.)
Alma is not familiar with flirting–or at least doesn’t remember how to do it–when he gets introduced to the Black Order officially. He does, however, learn what it is very quickly after meeting you.
At first, he just thought you were being really nice! Though sometimes the things you said confused him, as they didn’t necessarily make sense in context of the conversation. Once he starts reading between the lines, though… Cue The Blush
He’s already at least a tiny bit blush-y around you. There is an unmistakable dusting of rose across his cheeks, highlighting his scar(or is it some sort of marking/tattoo? I feel like it’s a scar.) Because of his pale complexion, though, the moment you get your flirt on, even if it’s a rather tame comment said in passing, everyone within a mile radius can see his face heat up.
He nervously giggles, the sound a lot higher pitched then his normal voice. He stares at his lap with eyes as wide as saucers. He’s suddenly such an awkward little cherry, but he never tries to run away.
After a while, the reaction tones down a bit, but not by a lot. He’s easily flustered, the poor lad. But he’s also happy. Even if you don’t like him the way he likes you, he loves the attention.
He has honestly tried to flirt back once or twice. He stumbled over his words and in the end it sounded more like a very heartfelt compliment than anything. He is too good, too pure.
It was not a question–more like an exclamation of disbelief. Alma had just sat his food tray down next to you on the table and was in the process of sitting on the bed. He had one leg hooked over the smooth wooden plank before your words stopped him momentarily in his tracks. He glanced down at his tray questioningly.
“Noodles?” He answered questioningly. Surely you had seen noodles before? He didn’t want to seem rude, though, and thus did not ask.
“No, I know that,” you huffed. “I meant the pile on top of them.”
Alma lifted his other leg over the bench and sat down. He beamed brightly at you, taking up his pair of chopsticks and breaking them apart smoothly.
“Mayo! I love the stuff.”
You stared at the mountain of Mayo. You stared, and stared, and stared. Alma did not notice it and dug in to his meal. The movement of his hand snapped you out of your daze.
“You sure do,” you replied dryly. Alma’s chewing slowed and he watched you for a moment. He slid over closer to you, bringing his bowl along with him, and pinched some noodles, twisting them around the chopsticks in order to keep the Mayo from falling off, and offered the bite to you.
“Here, try it! It’s good!”
Your eyes widened and you quickly met his gaze. You weren’t entirely sold on the idea of sticking that mess in your mouth. You could respect his tastes–or at least tolerate them–but that did not mean you wanted to try them. You opened your mouth to let Alma know as much, but he took it as a sign for him to stick the bite in your mouth and proceeded to feed you. You made a startled noise and closed your mouth around the chopsticks on reflex to keep from spraying food everywhere. It felt like you had a big glob of Mayo in your mouth, and you couldn’t taste the noodles at all. He removed the chopsticks and you had no choice but you chew and swallow. The act sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes a moment to recover.
“It was good, right?” He asked hopefully. Without opening your eyes, you weakly responded to him.
“It wasn’t quite to my liking.”
“Aw. Too bad. More for me, then.”
Alma ate on, happy as ever, totally unaware of the horror you had just experienced.
“Yu! You have to help me impress them!” Alma Karma demanded in a whiny tone, stopping his companion in his tracks by grabbing hold of the other man’s arm with both of his hands. Yu Kanda shot him an annoyed look.
“I couldn’t care any less,” he began, before another thought derailed his original line of thinking. “And anyways, how the Hell would I help anything? When have you ever seen me jumping at the chance to impress anybody?”
Alma jutted his bottom lip out and wrinkled his nose a bit, his eyebrows drawing together in a pout. His childhood friend was usually a man of few words, but when he did talk, he never had anything nice to say. A true friend would have responded with, sure, Alma, I’ll help in whatever way I can! He realized now that it was silly of him to think Kanda would help at all. Sometimes, he could be just so cruel.
“Why are you always such a jerk, Yu?” Alma huffed, avoiding Kanda’s question. Kanda raised his eyebrows and lifted his hands in exasperation.
“You are impossible, Alma. Just–I don’t know, be yourself, or something. That’s what Lenalee would say.”
“I know that she would say that,” he grumbled softly. “I already asked her to help.”
“I–what?” Kanda took a step back. “Then why the Hell are you bothering me about it?”
“Because I thought you would care about my future, you jerk,” Alma sniffed dramatically. Kanda just shook his head and stormed off. Alma glared at his retreating form until he was out of sight and huffed once more. It looked like he was going to have to follow Lenalee’s advice after all–he had no other options.
(It’s official: exorcistcupid is now following a timeline where Alma is alive and well. Okay? Okay.)
“Yuu, they are perfect,” Alma Karma cooed at his long standing best friend. Kanda sighed and pushed his noodles around with his chopsticks.
“That’s nice,” he replied dryly. “I don’t care.”
“Aw, Yuu!” whined Alma, grabbing his friend by the arm and shaking him. “I listen to you whine and complain about your life problems, the least you could do is pretend like you care about mine!”
“If they are so perfect, why are you considering them one of your ‘life problems’?” Kanda asked, shoving his bowl away. He was no longer hungry. “Idiot, that makes no sense.”
“Oh, no! You misunderstand. They aren’t the problem, I am!” he lamented. “I just can’t work up the nerve to talk to them.” Kanda shook his head in exasperation.
“You talk them every day? What hell are you going on about?”
“No, like, you know, to talk about other stuff. You know, like,” Alma lifted the inside edge of his coat–which was unbuttoned, as always, to hide his face in the lapel. “Feelings, and stuff.”
“Say ‘like’ one more time and I’m dumping my noodles on your head,” Kanda promised. “And also, let me reiterate: I don’t care.”
“Yuu,” Alma whined again, beating on his friend’s arm. “You are so mean!”
“Alma? You alright over there?” He heard come from behind him. It must have been the angel’s choir with how beautiful they sounded. He turned slowly and beamed at the newcomer.
“Y/N!” He sang. “Everything’s a-okay! Yuu’s just being a jerk, like usual!” He elbowed Kanda in the ribs, who in turn shoved him–not hard enough to knock him off the bench, but enough to push him away. You laughed softly at the exchange.
“You can come eat with me, if you want,” you offered. A soft dusting of rose colored his cheeks and he scratched the side of his face, embarrassed.
“Thank you! But if I leave, Yuu’ll be all alone. Oh! I mean, Kanda. You won’t be alone, because I’d be with you,” he rambled off. He cleared his throat. “I’ll just stay here, but really, thanks for the offer!”
“Well, okay, if you say so. See you later, Alma, Kanda.” You nodded at each before leaving with your tray of food. Alma sighed dreamily and watched you leave, elbows on the table and his chin sinking into his hands.
(This AU is so valid and I am subscribed to it always)
Alma was very good at keeping his past from you, but chances are you overhead him talking to Kanda about it when he thought you weren’t around.
It’s not that he wanted to keep secrets from you, he just didn’t want to make you sad! And oh boy, did it make you sad.
He sees you and smashes that mofo panic button, jumping up and hurrying over to try to cover up what he just said, but he eventually gives in and tells you everything. Kanda quietly excuses himself.
He’s devastated you had to find out this way–or that you had to find out at all.
Here he is, comforting you, and you feel a little silly because shouldn’t it be the other way around? And he sort of feels wrong for comforting you after the shit he did.
He assures you that things have been much better for him and that he’s gotten better ever since he became a full-fledged Exorcist. He admits that he hates the Order, but he loves you, and nothing will change that, no will he ever endanger you.
He will understand if you’re a little (or a lot) afraid of him. He’s just, you know, absolutely bloody terrified of that.
It’s a hard thing to imagine having to do, but if you reassure him–even if it’s just a little bit–he may start crying from relief.
He genuinely loves you so much and he would never hurt you. Which he blabbers into your shoulder when you hold him.
Kissing Alma is an experience. You never know what you’re going to get.
You must know, however, that in this life, you were Alma’s first kiss, as surprising as that may be. He’s so charming, how could he not have kissed someone before? It’s the truth, though, you’re his first.
Let’s say you kiss him first. You pull him down and press your lips against his. He’s stiff and his face in warm beneath your touch. His eyes are wider than saucers and his hands are hovering.
Run your fingers through his hair, it’s super soft and it’ll help him relax. His hands fall to your waist, and he doesn’t pull you closer, nor does he push you away. He returns the kiss, but is shy, uncertain. It’s a slow dance and you have to take the lead.
Once he gets used to the sensation of your lips against his, the way your body feels beneath his hands, he’s much more open to initiating kisses.
He’s the type to get excited, grab your face, and pull you into the kiss. These kisses take your breath away and make you dizzy. You can feel his smile and his heart beating against your chest.
Slow kisses are saved for the bedroom, when you’ve both settled in and he’s laying next to you, gazing at you as if you were the one who put the stars in the sky and suddenly his mouth is on yours again but there’s no rush, there isn’t anything that needs to be done. His weight is like a warm blanket, and his fingertips skim across your face, mapping out all of the details. He kisses you every time you laugh or giggle from the sensation.
Of course, we cannot forget the quick pecks to cheeks or the corner of mouths. He will not pull you in for a proper kiss if you peck him, because he’ll be flustered. It’s hard to believe the boy you spent hours kissing slowly the night before turned scarlet at the slightest brush of your lips.
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