Anime Oneshots

Captured Moments (Moka Akashiya x Male!Reader)

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This one is a request from one of you lovely readers! With that said, onto the story!

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The day was perfect for a trip to the amusement park—the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, while a gentle breeze kept the summer heat at bay. You and Moka Akashiya had planned this outing for weeks, a chance to take a break from the daily chaos of Yokai Academy and simply enjoy each other's company.

You carried your trusted Polaroid camera with you, slung over your shoulder, ready to capture memories of this day. The two of you walked through the park's grand entrance, hand in hand. Moka's pink hair shimmered under the sunlight, her rosy cheeks contrasting beautifully with her bright smile.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Moka asked, her eyes scanning the vibrant park around you. The sights and sounds of the amusement park buzzed in the air—children laughing, rides clanking, and the sweet scent of cotton candy lingering on the breeze.

"It really is," you replied, snapping a quick photo of her while she gazed in awe at the park. The whir of the camera was soft, but it caught her attention. She turned to you, her smile widening when she realized what you'd done.

"Hey! You took a picture without warning me," she said with a playful pout, stepping closer to peek at the developing photo. The image slowly came into view—Moka, looking off into the distance with a dreamy expression, her beauty captured effortlessly.

"I couldn't resist. You just looked so... natural," you replied, smirking as you handed her the Polaroid. She held it delicately, her fingers brushing yours in the exchange. Her cheeks turned a soft pink, the color complementing her silver locks perfectly.

"You're always so sweet," she murmured, her voice quiet but warm. Her emerald eyes sparkled with affection, and for a moment, you could tell she was genuinely touched.

As you continued walking, the park unfolded before you—a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Moka tugged your hand, leading you toward the roller coasters. "Let's start with something exciting!"

You chuckled, following her lead. "You sure you're ready for that? I thought you preferred something more... low-key?"

"I can handle it," Moka replied confidently, her fangs showing slightly as she grinned. "Besides, it looks fun!"

The two of you lined up for the ride, and as you waited, you used the time to take more pictures—Moka posing with the towering roller coaster in the background, her hair whipping in the wind, and even a few candid shots of her laughing at something silly you said.

Once you were strapped into the coaster, Moka gripped your hand tightly, her excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The ride clanked forward, the cars inching toward the first big drop. You glanced at her, seeing the determined glint in her eyes.

As the coaster plummeted down, Moka's laughter filled the air, mingling with the rush of wind and the collective screams of the other passengers. Her grip on your hand tightened, but it wasn't out of fear—it was pure exhilaration. You couldn't help but laugh along, your shared adrenaline adding a new layer of joy to the day.

Once the ride ended, both of you stumbled off, a bit dizzy but filled with energy. Moka's hair was a bit wild from the wind, and you reached out to smooth it back into place. She blushed at the gesture, her eyes soft as she looked up at you.

"That was amazing!" she exclaimed, a little breathless.

"You really are full of surprises," you teased, grabbing the camera again and snapping another picture of her, still flushed from the excitement.

The rest of the afternoon was spent hopping from one ride to another—each one more thrilling than the last. You even won her a plushie at one of the game booths, a cute vampire bat that Moka adored. She insisted you take a picture of her with it, her arms wrapped around the stuffed animal as she gave the camera a sweet, fanged smile.

As the day began to wind down, the two of you found yourselves standing in front of the park's Ferris wheel, the sun beginning to set behind it, casting a soft orange and pink hue over the sky.

"Do you want to go on?" you asked, glancing at her.

Moka nodded, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "It looks so peaceful."

You stepped into the cabin together, the gentle sway of the Ferris wheel calming after the wild rides of the day. As it slowly lifted you both into the sky, Moka leaned her head on your shoulder, her long pink hair cascading down your arm. The view from the top was breathtaking, but the real beauty was sitting beside you.

You raised the camera one last time, holding it at arm's length to capture the two of you together. Moka smiled softly, her eyes half-lidded in contentment. The camera clicked, and a few moments later, the photo slid out.

You both watched as the image developed—your faces side by side, her head still resting against your shoulder, the sunset painting the sky behind you in soft pastel colors. It was a perfect moment, one you wanted to remember forever.

Moka shifted slightly, sitting up so she could look at you fully. There was something different in her gaze now—something deeper. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering against your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

"Thank you for today," she whispered. "I haven't felt this... free in a long time."

Her words were soft, but they carried so much weight. You knew what she meant—the burden of being vampire, the constant struggle to balance the two sides of herself. Today, though, she had simply been Moka, free to laugh, to explore, to enjoy the world around her without restraint.

"Anytime, Moka," you replied, your voice equally gentle. "I'm just happy I could spend it with you."

She smiled, and before you could say anything else, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. It was quick, almost shy, but it left your heart racing nonetheless.

The Ferris wheel began its descent, bringing you both back to reality, but neither of you let go of the other's hand as you stepped off and made your way out of the park. You glanced at the Polaroids you'd taken throughout the day, each one a frozen memory of your time together—Moka's laughter, her excitement, the quiet moments when it was just the two of you.

As you left the park, Moka glanced up at you, her eyes sparkling with something unspoken. "Promise me we'll do this again?"

You squeezed her hand gently, smiling down at her. "I promise."