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[basorexia-formyboys]

Jealous/Possessive Hanma Shuji x f!Reader cw: biting, marking, blood, bruising, reader called a whore

“How do you think it makes me feel when you give yourself to all those other men?”

Your roommate’s voice is little more than a growl as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his breath warm on your skin as he nuzzles against your neck, his teeth scraping the side of your throat – a quietly possessive threat.

“I think it makes you jealous,” you shrug in reply. “You claim it doesn’t, but you always fuck me harder, mark me more… when you know I’ve had another man in my bed.”

‎‎ㅤ

“Why? Why do you let them touch you? Why the hell do you let them mark you? Why do you let yourself belong to them?” he demands, punctuating each question by sinking his teeth into your flesh, covering every place another man has marked you with a bloody mark of his own, driven by a desperate need to erase every bit of evidence that you’ve ever been with anybody except him.

“I do not belong to them.”

“But they can have you. They can touch you, use you, mark you. They can abuse you, treat you like some damn object.”

ㅤ

“So why don’t you belong to me?” he presses, greedily lapping at the blood that runs from your wounds. “Why do you think you have the right to show yourself in front of me after letting another man touch you?” With every word, he seems to lose a little more of his composure, his fingers gripping your hips a little tighter, his tongue pressing against your skin a little more firmly. “You’re nothing but a whore.”

“And what about all the girls you bring to your bed, then?” Your words lack bite. It’s a struggle just to keep your voice steady. You let your head fall to the side, your eyes closed, losing yourself in the sensation of his tongue exploring your skin.

“When I’ve had enough of them, I always end up in the bed of my favorite girl… you.” His voice is softer now, but his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re my favorite thing in the world,” he murmurs, the warmth of his statement brushing your ear. “They could never satisfy me like you do. They’re weak, soft… worthless. You can take the pain.”

ㅤ

You let out a small hiss as he sinks his teeth into an already bloody bitemark.

“There’s only one person who belongs to me. Only one I belong to.” His grip on your hips finally loosens, his fingers brushing across the tops of your thighs. “They’re just there because I’m bored. You’re there because you’re mine. You’re mine, and no one else is allowed to have you,” he growls, roughly forcing your knees apart for him.

“I want you to be mine. I need you.”

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@love-and-lore prompt:

"Are you scared of the dark?"

SFW LATE 2008

Sanzu Senju (not ship)

Content warnings: none

tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners @the-rebellious-gege

"Leave the light on please..."

Takemichi and Kakucho were dead, Mikey and many others from Kanto Manji were in jail, and Sanzu was in and out of the hospital as he was hunted and almost maimed in repeat by what we left of the s-62. Revenge for Mucho and Kakucho, Sanzu didn't want to say he deserved it but he did feel that way. How cruel of him to take their lives with his own hands, to not care when Izana or Kisaki died, to be the provider of the weapon that killed the one person who actually had the drive and unwavering determination to save Mikey.

Even through everything, Senju still trailed after him like a happy dog with a smile on her face and words falling from her lips like everything was fine. He'd concussed her and been the reason her commander was impaled in front of them all but she acted like none of it had ever happened. She'd change the topic from the fight as a whole no matter how persistently Sanzu tried to speak about it. Avoidance really did run in the Akashi family DNA.

"Huh? You scared of the dark, Haru-nii?" Senju's tone in response to his request may've sounded teasing but her hand pulled away from the hospital room light anyway. It was getting dark outside, visitor hours would be ending soon, and Sanzu could feel the nightly fear bubbling back up. The dark wasn't necessarily what he was scared of, rather what it may hold how little control Sanzu had when he couldn't see a thing.

It felt like he'd been in the dark for the past nine years, hand clinging to the back of Mikey's Toman uniform and following him as blindly as it gets. The physical darkness felt like he was falling back to that but Mikey was no longer there to follow. No one was, Sanzu was alone with his hands covered in blood from murdered he didn't fully remember committing.

"Yeah.." Just agreeing was easier than explaining every facet and detail of the soul-deep terror. Senju hummed and nodded, letting herself fall back into the seat in the corner of the hospital room.

"That's okay, I still cry when I have to go to the doctor." Senju liked being viewed as nothing but strong by almost everyone, but she was willing to drop everything for Sanzu. She had always been willing to do so.

For the first time in a very long time, Sanzu snerked and looked down at the pink throw blanket Senju had brought him. She immediately let out little smiley complaints that she hadn't laughed at him so he shouldn't laugh at her but it only made him breath a laugh.

"I remember holding your hand when you'd get shots, you almost broke my hand so I made Takeomi do it" Sanzu got a small upside-down smile as he looked at his little sister whose face got pink in embaressement.

"They hurt!! And you're exaggerating, no way I almost broke your hand!" Senju had a grin despite her embaressement, enjoying that she'd succeeded in making Sanzu smile and laugh despite everything they'd been through. Despite everything Sanzu had been through.

"Oh you absolutely did, don't you remember the multiple months when you were nine that Takeomi wore bandages on his right hand and was overdramatic complaining hourly about being in pain?" Sanzu lifted his right hand as if it were limp and waved it a little like it were dead. "He acted like you shattered everything in his hand and it was unusable"

Senju looked up at the ceiling as if searching through her memories, taking a moment before letting out a long 'ohh' once it was clear in her head. She hadn't remembered that being because of her getting a shot but she did remember all of it now. For about four months Takeomi had worn bandages and refused to do any chores their grandmother didn't force him to do. It wasn't too long after that an an argument with Sanzu that he'd dropped off the map and wracked up debt trying to play celebrity.

Senju wasn't sure how to respond so the conversation fell to an almost comfortable silence while she watched her older brother look at his hands. At first he'd been mindlessly picking at his nails but he flipped his hands to stare at his palms as if there was something in them, he was back to stoic exuding an upset Senju had never been able to read.

"Haru?"

"Yeah?"

Senju stared at Sanzu's hands with a slightly frustrated expression but it wasn't at him. Her stomach was flipping at the thought of the upsetting conversation she was about to start but she knew she'd have to fight for peace between them.

"What happened to Mikey and Takemichi isn't your fault. Even Kakucho and Mucho.. you weren't yourself, you were basically brainwashed. You just... you didn't.." Senju pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to silence herself as she fell into long stutters. She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Sanzu, herself, or both of them, but she was struggling for stable bases to build off of.

"I'm not scared of the dark..." Sanzu starting with that felt like more avoidance and Senju had the urge to push them back on track. Now that she'd had to courage to face this head on, a trait she bore in honor of Takemichi who did nothing but, she didn't want to let this go easy.

"Being in the dark feels like I'm blindly following Mikey again. I've been in the dark for nine years."

Oh. Senju's mouth opened in shock, her eyes matching as she looked right into Sanzu's eyes to give him her undivided focus. He'd apparently already been looking at her and she sucked in a breath at the intensity between them. She was grateful it at least was no longer clashing swords, they were on the same side now how they always should've been.

Senju closed her mouth and nodded to prompt more. Her hands were fidgetting with her hoodie sleeves as she watched Sanzu drop all of the information he'd been reluctant to before. The topic swayed a bit off the memories Senju had when Sanzu brought up what had been briefly talked about on September ninth.

Time travel. Sanzu spilled his memories of maiming people all the way back in 2004 when they'd spoken poorly of the original vegetative Mikey, he talked about juvie, getting out and being no-contact with Takeomi, how Mikey looked hardly alive when he got out and died not too long after. Right now Sanzu spilled everything that no one knew about and then some to Senju and only Senju.

He talked for nearly an hour and Senju didn't interrupt once. She wanted to absorb every bit of it, how her courage to start this inspired Sanzu to give his everything too. Neither of them could go back to the past but they could try to change their future. Senju may not be able to always keep away the dark that scared her older brother but she'd give the world to provide a light through it so Sanzu could live as he wanted.

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"Are you afraid of the dark?"

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@love-and-lore prompt:

"Don't open your eyes"

NSFW DATE-LESS

Inui×Kokonoi

Content warnings: messy angst-smut blend

tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners @the-rebellious-gege

Did this count as hate-sex? Cheating? Feminization? Fuck, maybe it could even be considered being a cuck. Inui almost laughed at the thought, but moans came out instead. Even as Kokonoi groaned in his ear, bit on his collarbones, fucked into his ass, Inui felt like he might as well have just been a viewer.

"Ah~ Akane~"

That was why, Inui listening as Kokonoi moaned Inui's dead sister's name. It was always like this, Inui's unreciprocated love for Kokonoi making him the perfect fuck for the black haired teen obsessed with Akane. Maybe it was a good thing that Inui was nearly identical to her? It meant he got to keep Kokonoi close, even got to kiss and fuck him on one condition.

Inui's eyes shot open when Kokonoi hit his prostate but the dominant immediately stopped his movements and pulled away just enough Inui couldn't grind down for more pleasure. A punishment, a cruel one with how Inui hated being edged and teased.

"." It had been a dizzying experience for a long time when Inui began to face how quickly Kokonoi's moods could blip into something else, but it was natural now and he closed his eyes in obedience. His eyes that were his one defining feature seperating him from Akane.

Her eyes had been so soft like aloe. Inui's eyes had a natural sharpness to them, something he had been told about probably since he was born. His eyes were boyish, carrying experiences Akane never would've gone through. Kokonoi hated seeing his eyes when they were intimate because it was always a reality check that this was Akane's brother.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi's tone was angry but pleasured as he continued rutting his hips forward. Inui lightened his moans multiple octaves higher and let out whispy agreements. He felt Kokonoi's teeth trail down his chest, the too-small black bralette giving enough push to feign boobs to sell the effect.

Inui wished he hated this, that he could only be with his near lifelong love if he pretended to be someone else, but it was hard to hate when it felt so good if he ignored the details.

"Just don't open your eyes, love"

Kokonoi did hate this though, he was nearly drowning in guilt every second he was around Seishu. It made him sick to be around the other boy. He wanted to hate Seishu, throw him to the side and move on with his life. But if he abandoned Seishu, he was throwing away Akane.

Was that really what he was scared of? He had lost her once, no matter how often he refused the truth, so what harm was losing her again? It wasn't that that he was scared of then. It was losing Seishu.

"I said don't open your eyes." Kokonoi snapped as he watched the metaphoric mask he was forcing onto Seishu fall. The deeper moan and those boyish eyes.. they made Kokonoi's heart ache. It was so hard to cum to the thought of pleasuring Akane when he was so focused on wanting those eyes like mint leaves to look at him with love that wasn't so damn sad.

Maybe Kokonoi wanted Seishu to hate him so it was the blond abandoning him first? If Kokonoi couldn't confidently love Seishu, he'd rather Seishu hate him than be hurt by him. But he couldn't let go just yet.

One more fuck, one more kiss, one more daytime date so Seishu wore sunglasses. Kokonoi couldn't let go yet, he couldn't allow Seishu to let go yet.

So he pressed his hips into Seishu's over and over, Akane slipping from his mind but never his tongue. Kokonoi was sure he'd prefer dying to the shame he'd feel if Seishu's name left his lips in a moment like this.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi grumbled, kissing and biting along Seishu's collarbones and over his chest. He left a trail of lovebites for himself to admire when Seishu wasn't looking.

The high moans were sickeningly sweet, Kokonoi would've liked them from Akane but they just didn't fit Seishu. He wanted to ask the other boy to moan normally for him. Kokonoi wanted to beg those mint eyes to look at him and show him the way they swirled with pleasure and satisfaction.

"I hate those eyes" Every word Kokonoi muttered seemed to be against his own heart. He wanted to cry out that he didn't mean it when he felt Seishu's hands leave where they were digging their nails into his shoulders.

The emotional tension only made Kokonoi's thrusts more focused as if he could hide behind the sex. If he made Seishu cum, he could distract him. That's why he didn't stop until Seishu's hands cupped his cheeks and made them look eachother in the eyes. Kokonoi was prepared to snap, tell Seishu to close his again so Kokonoi could keep running from his feelings. He didn't get the chance to speak though, Seishu pecking his lips with both their eyes open ans sagging his head back onto the silk pillow after.

Seishu looked like an angel even with those eyes. Maybe it was because of the minty broken hearted gaze that he looked so holy.

"Just don't open your eyes, love" Seishu's whisper was his own voice and Kokonoi only realized he was crying when Seishu's thumbs both wiped away streaks of tears.

A stream of 'damnit's fell from Kokonoi's lips as he tucked his face against Seishu's neck and began to fuck him again but with his own eyes closed now. He wanted to run, to hide, to escape. But right now what he wanted most is to pleasure Seishu and give tender and not-so-reluctant care to Seishu's heart.

"Shit~! Seishu" Kokonoi moaned out the proper name as he peaked, grasping tight to the boy in his arms as he and Seishu came together.

Kokonoi had always preferred mint over aloe anyway.

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"Don't open your eyes."

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I cannot stress enough how amazing this fic is, truly. Read through the whole thing in one go and it really hooks you in and keeps you on the edge of your seat, I haven't been this invested in a fic in a long long time haha

I just wanted to share these lovely commissions for my angels & demons fic. They’re done by xoidiy over on Instagram. Seeing them come to life is so exciting!

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SFW 2005

Baji×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

"Oh hey isn't that Takemi– he smokes??" Hanma fumbled over his words with a disbelieving smile, having intended to call out to the faux blond and invite him to hang out with Hanma and the rest of the Toman uppers since Mikey and Kisaki were both invested in the guy but now they could all only freeze and look in shock. Of course some delinquents smoked and drank their asses off but Takemichi didn't seem like the type to do either.. until now anyway.

The ocean eyed first division captain sat cross legged on a bench, an umbrella pinched into the inner curve of his right knee so naturally it was like he sat out in the rain like this often. It was.. oddly attractive.

When he wasn't around Toman, he oddly gave more delinquent vibes, as if he were more meant to be a lone delinquent. He was stoic, hair unstyled and baring a pair of black headphones that were clearly used a lot considering the black ducttape around part of the headband, he looked tired too. His left hand was flicking through an mp3 player while his right hand held a paused PSP. He had a black bag laid across his lap as if it were a small lap table that he could set the mp3 down on and return to gaming.

Mitsuya couldn't help his designer-brain getting a little obsessed with the.. aesthetic? The others were just plain admiring.

"Take" A male voice called out, making them realize Takemichi's headphones weren't entirely on as the aforementioned looked up at his shortened name. Someone in a black hoodie and mask came over from the convinience store across the road, holding out a yakitori stick. The stranger chuckled while using the end of it to flick the cigarette out of Takemichi's mouth even as the timeleaper let out tired complaints.

"You asshole, I'm going to make you buy me a new pack if you keep it up." Despite the complaints, Takemichi gave an small smile to the male he'd managed to save. It had taken so much effort but Baji Keisuke stood before him right now, handing him food and being oddly compliant with not letting Toman find out he survived.

"Oh cry me a river, you shouldn't even be smoking. De-stress by burning cars with me or something, stop ruining your lungs." Baji huffed a small laugh while watching Takemichi set the PSP down and take the stick of food being offered. The amber eyed teen sat directly beside him under the umbrella, sideways on the bench with his left leg stuck through the bench seat and back so he could look directly at his savior, and pulled down his mask to eat his own food.

The voice and mannerisms had been enough to tip off Toman's uppers but having it confirmed by seeing Baji's face made most of them nauseous. How was Baji still alive, how had they not known, and why was he faking his death? Why was Takemichi helping him and seeming all close with him? The two were flush together as they sat underneath the same umbrella.

"Ah yes I'm the one ruining my lungs as you breath obnoxious amounts of gasoline and allll the toxic stuff getting burnt with cars. If you ever get caught, you're going to have a whole life sentence from all the cars you've burnt." Takemichi's smile was so exhausted and it hurt Baji as well as the others but none brought it up.

"Pretty sure the whole fake death is a bigger crime, taxes and all that stupid shit." The noiret huffed, his free left hand reaching out and rubbing his index finger beneath his replacement captain's chin. Like a cat, Takemichi's eyes fell shut and he immediately leaned into the affection.

"You had no choice. Last timeline things went.. kinda in my favor when you died? I needed your spot. I'll figure out how to fix things after I'm sure no one dies this time. I'll take the blame so they don't get on your ass either, they can hate me all they want as long as they're breathing and happy otherwise." Takemichi sighed and openly gave Baji a pout while looking up at him. It earned a small upside-down smile from the fanged teen.

"You're doing good, I'll make sure they won't hate you for saving all of us." Baji's words dripped with care and the faux blond nodded, eyes shutting again as Baji kissed between his eyebrows. "Now eat, Take. Hina's gotten on my ass too many times about making sure you eat on our dates."

With Baji's scolding, Takemichi looked at the noiret with playful eyes that should've alerted Baji but didn't fast enough. The ocean eyed timeleaper was fast and precise in dipping his head to bite off a piece of Baji's yakitori only to immediately complain that it was spicy just holding it between his lips. The amber eyed teen happily stole back his food while giving Takemichi a direct kiss, leaving them both with pink cheeks but laughing softly.

"Eat your food, you know I like spicy shit." Baji's left arm slung over Takemichi's shoulders and they ate their own food in comfortable silence. Both were oblivious to the stunned eyes on them and most of the Toman admins were glad Chifuyu wasn't able to come along today. They could hardly keep themselves from rushing the secret lovers, they couldn't imagine how hard it'd be to stop Chifuyu.

"At least they're happy? And he said Baji had to, there has to be a reason." Mikey was uncertain in his own words but spoke them anyway, still watching his childhood friend and current friend be so lovey. Baji continued to pepper kisses on Takemichi's face while they ate and Takemichi gamed with his headphones around his neck playing music low enough to not bother others but so they could both listen.

"By the way, I have an appointment for them to take out the stitches day after tomorrow and I'm making you come with me and mom. I can't thank you enough for helping with the hospital bills" Baji combed his hand through Takemichi's hair and pecked the faux blond's lips again. The other founders couldn't help being a little happy at how sweet the love seemed to be between the two.

Not to mention that Baji had mentioned Hinata and they all knew Baji well that he would never play a part in cheating, so it must've been allowed by Hinata. And his mom knew he was alive so Baji wasn't hurting her. So this was all.. okay. They were hurt about the fake death, it'd been traumatizing, but Baji was alive, happy, safe, loved, and clearly well looked after.

"You don't have to make me, I want to make sure you're doing okay. And playing this sorta.. guardian angel is fun so you don't have to thank me either. Knowing that I've already stopped your death makes everything feel so much better. I think I can actually do it this time. No one is going to die under my watch, I'll save Hina and Mikey and everyone else." Takemichi looked to Baji with love and received yet another sweet kiss before Baji rubbed the tips of their noses together.

"Well you have a ghost on your side too and like hell I'm going to let this all hurt my boyfriend, his girlfriend, or my friends. You can do it, I believe in you. They don't know it but everyone in Toman believes in you, my love." Baji's friends had never heard him sound so in love and softly happy, nor had they ever seen either of the two lovers look at someone the way they looked at eachother. Of course Takemichi looked at Hinata with love but it was a different type of love, still equally important.

"Thank you Kei.. so so much.. but your kisses are starting to be too spicy" Takemichi lightened the mood and it pulled a fangy grin from the noiret who immediately gave Takemichi several teasing kisses while asking how spicy it was and if Takemichi was sure he didn't want some of the spicy yakitori.The faux blond gave laughed out complaints, clearly happy with his boyfriend.

The two soon returned to Takemichi gaming, Baji teasing him about the games and the two just aimlessly chatting with pure adoration in their eyes whenever they looked at eachother.

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Let the endless sea call out to you (let the changing tides bring you home)

Day 3 of Thank You, Haikyuu - event masterlist here

pairing: miya osamu x reader (gn) x suna rintarou

length: 9.2k

genre: pirate au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: osamu is kidnapped but uuuh kindly yk, they all fall in love so it's fine, there's some brotherly tension between the miya twins but it's resolved

a/n: guys I wrote this entire thing in one sitting today I feel like I need to go put my brain in an ice bath now but this is only day three ?

tags: @love-and-lore

Osamu thinks, not for the first time, that he'd give anything to be out there on one of those trading ships, sailing out to the wide open sea and disappearing into the glimmer of the setting sun. He dreams of it, much to his father's dismay, his nights being filled with images of a rocking, wooden hull and the flying flags of a ship that he can call his own - of a life that he can call his own.

But Osamu is not his brother. He was not given the chance to run off to sea. He sits, instead, in his bed of silken sheets and embroidered pillows as maids brush his hair and smooth down his blankets.

He's wondering, in a bored and weary sort of way, what would happen if he just ran off in the night, when a commotion breaks out down the hall. The noises have him sitting up, the sounds of screaming and swords clashing and then suddenly cannon fire reverberating off the walls and into him as he scrambles out of bed and pulls a plush robe on over his night clothes as the maids panic around him. He knows what this is - he's heard the stories, heeded the warnings… these are pirates.

And Osamu is a prize worth his weight in gold.

The maids right themselves remarkably quickly, rushing around him to shove him out of his room and down the hall, babbling about how he needs to run, needs to get out of here and away from all of this and never come back and… Osamu should be scared. He is, probably. But he has an open door for the first time in his life and all he can see is a way out, a way up, a way beyond.

Unfortunately, however, he's still the pampered, spoiled son of a governor, and he finds himself ill-equipped for running out into the streets in his slippers. He's reminded, rather sharply, of his uselessness when he's swiftly outpaced and outmatched by one of his assailants, strong arms wrapping around him and hauling up easily away from his home. 

He should do something, he thinks - he should kick harder or scream louder or bite or shove or… but the image of the house he grew up in fades as he's dragged further away, through the streets and towards the towering, shadowed ship sitting in the bay. Osamu thinks, in his first real moment of panic, that the stories aren't nearly as frightening as reality is. As he twists to glance over the shoulder of his captor, past his tousled, dark hair and towards his life, he realizes that he can't see his house anymore, that the wooden planks of a pirate ship that slip beneath his slippered feet are the furthest he's ever been from home. 

When he finds himself surrounded by shoving, shouting corsairs crowding around him with loaded guns and sharpened swords and all manner of malice, Osamu thinks that maybe home wasn't so bad, that sitting in the safety of his plush bed and pretending that he was somewhere else was kinder than whatever fate he now holds. 

"Gentlemen" a booming voice sounds over the commotion and the crew freezes, like a ripple has gone through them at the new presence. They part slightly to let the speaker through, shuffling to create a gap like the sands of a beach crumbling easily beneath the power of the tide. And when Osamu sees you - well,  he knows enough of the world, at least, to know a captain when he sees one.

"We have a guest in our midst," you continue, standing tall in front of Osamu's shivering, meek form. "Let's all behave ourselves."

"Are we off, then?" The man holding onto Osamu's arms tightly asks you, and you turn shining, hungry eyes to him. 

"We have what we came for," you say simply. "Take us away."

"Weigh anchor!" The man holding onto Osamu shouts loudly enough to have him jumping, jostling the two of them while you look on, rather bemused. "Aran, mind the crew."

Osamu watches as the ship around him begins swimming with life, the crew nothing more than blurs of movement against the endless, blackened backdrop of the night sky. As he's pulled after you towards the ornate doors below the upper deck, Osamu cranes his neck to catch one last glimpse of the home that he's left behind. Something painful happens to his heart as he's met with the sight of his father's house when the ship begins to rock and tip and pull out of the bay - as the structure stands, smoking and burning and disappearing into the darkness beyond his reach.

But then you swing open the double doors and he's pushed gently into the warmth of the cabin, his captor closing the latch firmly behind the three of you. Osamu thinks, once more, of the books he's read - of the ones he's hidden in a chest at home and pulled out in the evenings with no witness other than the faint flickers of candlelight in his room. He thinks of the pirates in those stories, of the captain's quarters with their ornate tables and feasts laid out.

The one sitting on the grand table in front of him, he finds as he's led gently further into the room, is strikingly similar. 

"Bring him to his room, Rin," you say easily, settling yourself into a large, plush chair, the red of the crushed velvet striking against the endless oil lamps scattered around the room. "Let him get ready."

Osamu's opening his mouth to ask you what in god's name he's getting ready for when he's pulled more by Rintarou past the table and through one of the elaborately carved doors and further into the belly of the ship. When your first mate leads him into a bedroom of sorts, he's… admittedly shocked. When the man pulls open the top of a chest and gestures to the clothes inside, showing endless stacks of richly coloured, embroidered fabrics, Osamu finds himself largely confused.

"Change if you'd like," Rintarou says as he leaves, pulling the door closed behind him. "You'll be dining with the captain tonight." 

And so, a muffled sort of stillness follows, nothing but the vague shouts of the crew outside and the gentle rocking of the sea against the hull can be heard as Osamu stares at the door - at the unlocked door and the shadow of Rintarou disappearing from the other side. As he spins to look into the chest that had been open, something lurches in his heart as he recognizes silks and colours from across the world, pieces of clothing that only his father could afford. 

They're stolen, he reminds himself in a panicky sort of way. Just like him.

He's sort of… surprised by himself - sort of impressed by the way he slams the chest closed and rips open the door, stomping out to where the two of you are lounging at the table, plucking fresh grapes off of stems and sipping on dark wine. You look up at him when he enters, a mild sort of bemusement painting your face as he scowls and crosses his arms and glares down through his dampened robe and wet slippers. 

"I don't know who you think you are," he spits angrily. "But I'm not some ransom for you to keep locked away and used for bait. My father won't pay a price for me - you're wasting your stupid time." You hum thoughtfully at his words, not much bothered by the outburst. When in the company of pirates, Osamu thinks weakly, this probably isn't much. 

"Do you drink, Osamu?" You ask lightly, pouring wine into a gilded, golden cup and standing with it.

"No," he sniffs indignantly as you approach him, holding it out to him expectantly. He gawks at it, just a bit, at the dark red wine shining off of the gold.

"Perhaps you should start," you say dryly, but when Osamu just looks up at you and glares, you sigh, turning to set the cup at an empty place at the table before gesturing for him to sit and moving back to your own chair.

Rintarou sits silently in his place next to you, watching through sharp, quick eyes as Osamu hesitantly steps forward to slowly sink into his seat, wrapping his robe tighter around his waist.

"I have no interest in your father," you say simply, gesturing to Rintarou and watching as he stands to take Osamu's empty plate, filling it with whatever he pleases from the table. Osamu, all the while, can't help but gawk just a bit at the spectacle of it all, at the delicacies that he knows can only be found in far-off corners of the world.

He wonders with a hint of longing tugging at his heart what it must be like to live the way that you do, to sail on and on and away.

"As I was saying," you say dryly, apparently aware of Osamu's wondering thoughts. He feels heat rise to his cheeks as he stares down at the full plate now set in front of him and then up to Rintarou as he slides back into his seat. "A governer's ransom means little to me… I'm not concerned with petty little money trades."

"Little?" Osamu splutters, a touch of indignation colouring his voice. Rintarou just laughs, though, and you pointedly gesture around.

"Well, it's not as if I need it, is it?" You ask coyly. Osamu has no choice but to shut his mouth at that, staring at the gold leaf across the table and the rubies on your ringed fingers. "No," you continue. "I'm after something much bigger than that these days… and you're going to help me get it."

Osamu's about to open his mouth to tell you how wrong you are, that he has nothing to offer and nothing to take and you're better off dumping him back home, when the door swings open and one of the crew steps through.

"Captain," he says in greeting.

"Speak, Aran."

"The course has been chartered… we're well on our way out to deep sea. Are we still going…" Aran trails off as his eyes flicker over to Osamu. He clears his throat and straightens. "Same course as before?"

"Yes," you say simply, and that's all that's needed for Aran to duck out of the cabin and close the door swiftly behind him, leaving the three of you in silence once more. 

"What is it that you want from me?" Osamu's voice is smaller, weaker than he'd like it to be, but you merely fix your eyes on him and look him up and down for a moment before leaning back in your chair and sipping your wine.

"Tonight? Nothing," you offer. "Eat, rest, let your legs get used to the sea… there's nothing more to be done for the night." Osamu, at the finality in your words, finds himself feeling… small, all of a sudden, like it's all just starting to sink in. He's alone and in danger, on a ship full of pirates, sailing toward a coast unknown to him. The worst part of it all, he thinks rather sullenly, is that he knows that no one will come for him.

It's three days later that you try again, seated with Osamu and Rintarou at that grand table in what Osamu's learned is the captains' quarters, a series of halls and rooms deep within the body of the ship that serves as your private space. It's made him begin to realize, after days of wandering and snooping, just how huge the vessel is. 

He'd thought, through his limited knowledge of these seas, that only the pirate lords of old had ships this size and gold in these quantities. He supposes, as he grips onto the side of his chair as waves crash and the ship sways, that the fiction of the life that he'd left behind had to be incorrect somehow. 

"How's your brother, Osamu?" You ask him as he sits, watching him wince as he tries, still, to acclimatize himself to the constant movement of the floor beneath him and the never-ending sound of wine being poured into his cup.

"I beg your fucking pardon?" He scowls. You just smile, a menacing and knowing sort of thing. 

"I do hope he enjoyed his wedding anniversary. What's it been now - three years?" You continue, watching Osamu carefully as he pales even more at your words. 

"What do you want with my brother?" He curses himself for the waver in his voice, for the fear creeping up to him. But he hadn't really thought, in the days that he'd spent here, that this could have anything to do with Atsumu. 

"Oh, not much," you say flippantly, waving your hand in a dismissive manner. "But his husband? What a catch, marrying the man who controls ocean-bound trade routes across the world."

"If you have a point, can you fucking get to it?" Osamu snaps. The walls, as they sway, seem to close in on him and he feels nausea roll through his stomach as he starts to piece it all together. He hasn't heard from his brother in over a year, the seas between them keeping them apart since Atsumu's marriage. But Atsumu's spoken about it briefly before, about the ships getting pillaged and shot down by pirates looking to loot and eager to steal from them.

Osamu has this horrible image, now, of his brother dying alone at sea because of information that he gives up and he feels seasick, the rocking motion of the ship making him queasy.

"Why do you think I know anything about that?" He offers weakly, his voice thin and quiet.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi," Rintarou chimes in. "Is the most powerful and influential merchant in our current world… and he is your brother-in-law. You're clever, aren't you, pet? You can put together what we want."

"No," Osamu all but shouts, standing from the table abruptly. "I can't - I won't tell you anything about him or Atsumu or anything else. You might as well give up now because you're getting nothing from me." That, he feels, is pretty final as he stomps away, but he supposes that slamming his door and locking himself away has less of an effect when his room is attached to yours. 

He's seen it, of course, where you go at the end of every night - he's caught a glimpse of the large, elaborate bed and the red, silk sheets. And he's seen, much to his initial shock, the way that Rinatarou trails after you loyally, content to spend the night with you always.

Well, Osamu supposes when he thinks about it, perhaps that explains why the two of you seem so in tune.

"He's stubborn," you snap, using one hand to try to slam your door closed behind you, only for it to be caught by Rinatarou as he follows after you.

"We have time to wear him down," he says easily as he closes the door gently behind him, sealing the two of you in the privacy of your room and watching as you sprawl across the bed, burying your head under one of the pillows there.  

Rintarou just laughs at the sight, moving to sit next to you and dislodge the pillow from your grip so that he can pull your head into his lap, instead, smoothing a hand through your hair. 

"I need those trade routes, Rin," you say quietly, your eyes flittering closed as the furrow between your eyes deepens.

"And you'll get them, treasure," Rintarou offers soothingly, smoothing a thumb between your brows to coax you to relax. "We have a long voyage yet ahead of us. We'll get what we need from him." You hum noncommittally at Rintarou's assurances, letting yourself relax further against him as the ship rocks you soothingly back and forth. 

"If I can control the trade routes, I can control the seas," you murmur quietly. Rintarou looks down at you in a long-suffering way, but you keep your eyes closed.

"I know, treasure," he says pointedly while you dutifully ignore him.

"It's the only thing left… it's the only thing I still need to get this," you continue. Rintarou rolls his eyes lovingly and leans down to kiss your forehead gently.

"And you'll get it," he whispers against you. When you shoot back an, "I'd better," he laughs, leaning to lay back on the plush bed and stare up at the arched, wooden ceiling. 

The days after that begin to stretch on endlessly for Osamu, with his dinners shared with you and Rintarou every night in your quarters, the two of you asking him endlessly for information on his brother and Kiyoomi's trading company. He never tells you anything, of course - including the fact that he and Atsumu haven't really spoken in years, the distance and the seas getting in between them. He doesn't tell you that he has no real idea what goes on in his brother-in-law's company or what Atsumu really does for it. Osamu gets a bit of a thrill from the whole thing, though, making the two of you think that he's smart - clever enough to play this mental game of chess that's stretched on and on. He feels a bit big, powerful as he sits opposite you and battles back and forth.

For the first time in his life, Osamu feels like he's someone, and he begins to find it addicting, the back and forth between the three of you, the swaying of the ship and the salt on his skin.

You've given him free rein to wander as he pleases, much to his shock, having just shrugged and pointed out that there's nowhere for him to really run off to when he'd asked about it. As he steps out onto the lower deck, the sun blazing down onto him and making him squint, he feels he really understands what you'd meant by that.

Osamu spins around rather helplessly, eyes widening as he stares out past the ropes and wooden rails of the ship and out towards the endless sea that stretches in every direction. There is no land in sight, he realizes weakly. There is just him and a crew of pirates and a horizon that stretches on and on and beyond. 

In his dazed, spiralling state, it's Rintarou that he ends up bumping into, slamming into the man's chest and leading him to shoot his arms out and grab Osamu by the waist to stop him from teetering over. Rintarou opens his mouth, most likely to chastise him, but then he sees the wild look in Osamu's eyes and softens a bit in understanding. 

"Come up here with me," he jerks his head towards the upper deck behind him, but as he makes his way towards it, Osamu stays rooted to the spot. "Come on, pet," Rintarou calls. "This will make you feel better… hopefully." That doesn't instill much confidence in Osamu, but it's still enough to have him running after Rintarou, up the steep, ladder-like steps toward the back of the ship.

It's Aran who's lazily leaned against the helm when they get up there, one hand loosely holding onto the wheel while he blows a sigh out through his lips. He straightens at the sight of them and Rintarou just waves him away, taking his place at the helm, instead. 

"Come here, pet," Rintarou calls to Osamu, who scowls and stomps towards him.

"Don't call me that," he snaps. Rintarou just grins in that lazy way of his.

"But you did come, didn't you?" Osamu opens his mouth to retort, but Rintarou's grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him to stand in front of the helm and grip the wheel before he can speak, the man's rough, calloused palms covering Osamu's smooth, delicate hands.

Osamu clears his throat, feeling the heat of Rintarou's front against his back as he grips the wheel tightly.

"What are we doing?" He asks quietly, and he knows that if he could see Rinataoru, he'd catch the sly smirk he's sure the man is sporting.

"You're steering the ship," he says simply. "It's nicer up here, isn't it? Feels a bit less like being lost." Osamu stares out at the line of infinity where water meets sky and realizes, quite abruptly, that he really has relaxed a bit. 

"Won't the captain mind?" He asks in lieu of answering. Rintarou just laughs.

"The captain doesn't mind anything that I do." Osamu splutters at the coyness in Rintarou's voice, moving to whirl on him and chastise him, but Rintarou keeps his hands firmly over Osamu's, forcing him to stay steady on the helm.

"You don't all have to be so crude all the time," Osamu mumbles. Rintarou grins.

"You're on a pirate ship, pet. You'd best get used to it." He offers. Osamu just huffs and stomps his feet, but now that it's been brought up, he can't help the nagging feeling tugging at his gut.

"For how long?" He asks quietly.

"Hm?"

"How long will I be here?" Rintarou's quiet for a moment at Osamu's question, his palms gently pushing to correct the ship's course against Osamu's hands.

"It's difficult to pinpoint the distance of a moving target," Rintarou offers. "Three months, I'd say. Then, this will all be over for you."

"What?" Osamu scoffs, "Are you gonna take me home." 

"No," Rintarou says flatly, making Osamu scowl. "But we'll leave you with your brother. We have no intent to keep you here forever, pet." Osamu, however, has a hard time listening after his brother's mention. Of course, he thinks, you're after Atsumu and Kiyoomi's ship. 

This time, when he spins on his heel to face Rintarou, the pirate lets him, letting go of the helm just long enough to release Osamu's hands before he reaches for it again, effectively caging Osamu in while they stand chest-to-chest.

"What are you planning on doing once you get to him?" Osamu asks desperately, a panicky sort of tilt to his voice. Perhaps Rintarou's smile was supposed to be a comforting one - more indicative of reassurance and less of a shark catching the bloody scent of its prey.

"Negotiating," he says wickedly. Osamu feels his stomach roll as he crosses his arms, close enough now that Rintarou's chest presses against his forearms as he glares.

"How will you even find him?" Osamu challenges, but Rintarou just looks at him strangely.

"We've been keeping tabs on him and his standard routes for months. It's simple, really," he says flatly. Osamu spins around again to face the helm and smacks Rintarou's hands away, guiltily delighted when he obediently lifts his palms long enough to let Osamu settle back in and then dutifully covers his hands with his own once again.

"Three more months at sea like this?" Osamu asks quietly as Rintarou looks on, the sparkle of something proud and suspicious flitting through the pirate's eyes.

"Something like that," he murmurs in confirmation. Osamu looks out into the vastness of it all, the cold of the sea and the heat of the sun and the endlessness of the point where they meet. The air is salty and fresh on his tongue and he finds, in a longing sort of way, that this isn't really so bad. 

"Show me how to steer the ship," he says finally, a firm clarity ringing through his voice.

"You are steering the ship," Rintarou quips, his palms pressing gently against the backs of Osamu's hands to guide him.

"No," Osamu corrects unwaveringly. "Teach me properly." Rintarou's quiet for a moment, a thoughtfulness seeming to strike through him before he laughs and steps closer, his chest bumping into Osamu's back again.

"Oh, the captain's going to love this."

"You're not going to start a mutiny, are you?" Your voice, clear and amused, rings through the blanketing darkness of dusk, Osamu jerking up from where he was leaning against the helm while Rintarou lounges on a stack of crates nearby. Osamu huffs and hopes that the pink hue of the sunset surrounding the three of you hides the pink dusting of his cheeks as he shuffles where he stands. One month of Rintarou's firm, guiding hand has made him more confident than he thought he could be about something like this - about anything, really, but there's something about your hawk-like gaze that makes him shy.

"I'm not that sheltered," he quips instead. "Mutinies like that don't really happen, I know." His words make you laugh as you move to stand next to him, crossing your arms and leaning against the helm. 

"Is that what you think?" You say, your voice low and smooth in a way that Osamu now recognizes to mean that you're about to tease him for his pampered upbringing. 

"Is - I mean, they don't really happen, do they?" He asks haltingly, his eyes widening a fraction. You grin wolfishly and lean forward to put your face close to him.

"How else do you think I got the ship?" Rintarou laughs from his vantage point as he eyes the way Osamu's mouth drops open in shock.

"You - you stole this ship? You killed the captain?" He splutters. You rock back on your heels, giving him space as you put one hand gently onto his to correct his course. He tells himself, as he blushes and looks away, that he would've steered fine if not for your distractions. 

"Don't worry," Rintarou quips, as if he can hear Osamu's thoughts. "It still happens to me sometimes, too." You throw a mean grin over Osamu's shoulder towards Rintarou, but say nothing on the topic.

"I didn't kill the captain," you say instead. "He was alive when I left him - anything that happened after is up to the seas, not me." Osamu hums at your words, shifting his hold on the wheel as he considers your words. 

"Why are you telling me all this?" He asks quietly. You shrug, your face bathes in the dark violets and blues of the water as you stare out towards the horizon, the sun dipping below the endless line of the sea.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?" You ask serenely. Osamu just frowns, following your gaze out toward the water and feeling the burn of something deep within his soul at the sight. He should be offended, he thinks, at the lack of concern you and Rintarou show for him. But really, he knows, his pampered life and stifling upbringing make him no more a threat than a child. Of course, you wouldn't be concerned. Of course, you wouldn't see him as a threat.

He should be upset about it, he thinks, as clouds roll over the open sky and throw shadows down onto the endless, rocking waters and the sun falls completely below the surface. But there is a hunger in him, instead, when he looks out at the vastness of it all -  a thirst that stirs deeply within him and demands to be fed. 

When he turns to look at you, he finds your eyes already trained on his face and a knowing sort of understanding settling in your small smile. 

"Well," you say, stepping away from him and making your way towards the stairs leading down from the upper deck. "Don't crash my ship while I sleep." Rintarou makes a mocking sort of sound, something that Osamu thinks must be his imitation of a ship hitting rocks and splintering, and the withering look you send over your shoulder just has him laughing.

Osamu, however, doesn't quip back. The salty sea breeze brushes through his hair and his hands are steady on the helm and he feels, for the first time, a sort of freedom - a desire stirring within him and a need for more. As Osamu settles into bed finally, hours later when Rintarou shoos him away and tasks Aran with the overnight duties, he feels that maybe he can make something of himself - maybe he can make something of this life.

But when the morning comes and he's greeted by a commotion on the lower deck, shouts and running heard, he thinks that perhaps he'd been lulled into a false sense of security. By the time he gets to the upper deck, you're at the helm shouting orders and he gathers, from all the scuffling, what's going on.

Another ship has been spotted, an easy target for your larger, swifter ship to overtake. Osamu's heart stutters in his chest as he reaches you, grabbing onto your arm with both of his hands as you look down at him, bewildered.

"Now's not really the time, pet -"

"Don't do this - you can't do this -" he begins, but your face morphs into confusion for a moment before a hard edge sets into your features.

"We're pirates, pet. This is what we do." He lets go of you at that, your words slamming into him enough that he stumbles on his own feet, leading you to shoot an arm out to grab him by the waist and haul him back against you so that he doesn't tip over while you steer with one hand. "If it makes you feel any better," you add distractedly. "They're also a pirate ship - just not one of ours. Any loot we grab from them was likely already plundered elsewhere."

"One of ours?" Osamu asks, bewildered. 

"One of mine," you correct. "They're not flying my fleet's flag."

"You have a fleet?" Osamu splutters. You glance at him, bemused, keeping your arm firmly around his waist as the hull of the ship tips and rocks at the mounting speed of the vessel.

"Yes, what did you think I had?"

"Just a ship."

"Well, I've got that, too," you point out just as Rintarou appears on the deck next to you, the knives strapped to his chest glinting under the blinding sun. Osamu sees them, sees the sword on your hip and the guns that you both carry and finds himself sick at the image of the two of you, dripping with blood and violence and something wild. 

"Take Osamu inside," you tell Rintarou, who nods and begins to pry Osamu off of you. "Send Aran down with him and make sure he stays." Osamu makes a wounded, panicked sort of noise as Rintarou begins to haul him away.

"You're locking me up again?" He yells desperately. You shoot him a long-suffering look, but the imminent contact with the other ship has you distracted as Rintarou leads him away.

"We're keeping you safe, Osamu," he says gently as he swings open the doors to the part of the ship that Osamu's begun to think of as home. "It doesn't do any of us any good if you end up dead."

"What about you?" If Osamu wasn't so frayed by the whole ordeal, he'd kick himself or the hysterical edge to his voice. But Rintarou just shrugs, unconcerned as he makes his way out, back up to the lower deck.

"You can watch from the window if you'd like," he says easily. "This shouldn't take long, really."

Yet again, Osamu learns that Rintarou's often right. The whole ordeal isn't nearly as drawn out as he'd thought it would be and as he watches from the safety of behind his small window, he realizes that it isn't as fatal as he'd anticipated, either. 

It's loud and brash and violent, yes, with cannons fired and swords drawn. But you don't… kill anyone, really. Once you have the crew of the boarded ship on their knees and stripped of their weapons, you stand in front of them with your hard gaze pinning them down as your crew hauls loot from their ship onto yours.

It's at this point that Osamu's decided that he's had enough of hiding and rips the door open, running out to join you on the deck - much to Aran's protests. You send him a scathing look that has him slinking away and Osamu's sure Aran will have a lovely conversation with you later about how he can't even keep a governor's son safely in his quarters.

Osamu isn't so concerned, though, as he listens to you speak to the captain of the ship you'd overtaken. 

"The nearest port is eight days to the south-east. We've left you enough water and rations for that much."

"You shattered our mast," the other captain spits. "We'll get nowhere like this."

"I splintered your mast," you correct, leaning down to look him in the eye where he kneels. "It still stands and the winds still blow. You'll be fine… if you make haste." With that, you jerk your head to Rintarou, who takes the signal to have the crew start hauling the prisoners to their feet and sending them back to their ship while you make your way up toward the helm.

Osamu scrambles after you, following as you make your way up and see Aran at the wheel.

"Captain, I -"

"Go take stock of the new rations," you say bluntly, expecting Aran to step out of the way and give you the helm. He does, rather swiftly, disappearing to the lower deck as Osamu stands and stares at you.

"Why didn't you kill them?" Osamu blurts, causing you to turn to him, your brows raised. "I wonder - you didn't even sink their ship."

"And I wonder when you became so bloodthirsty, pet," You say, an amused sort of air to your voice. Osamu rocks back on his heels, a shock of shame making him flinch as Rintarou steps up behind him, joining you at the helm as the crew raises the anchor, preparing to head back to your original course. 

"There's no point in being the only ship at sea," you explain to Osamu, seemingly unbothered by his assumptions. "Why control the waters if there's no one left to command, hm? It's an ecosystem, pet… I'm just aiming to be at the top of the food chain."

Things change a bit, Osamu finds, after that. He looks at you differently, sees the sword on your hip with a little less malice, gets a little less queasy when you and Rintarou pull out your guns at the dinner table to polish them. The meals you share become less… pointed - and Osamu can't really place when it went from an interrogation to a ritual, a habit built among the three of you to share these evenings together. He asks you to teach him, eventually, as the days continue to stretch on and on endlessly - he asks you to help him learn, to help him become something more than what he's always been.

You could never deny him anything, of course - something that Rintarou teases you for endlessly in the safe privacy of your bed. Osamu begins to learn the weight of a sword in his palm, how to block and how to counter. You're a difficult teacher, of course, and he often finds that by the time the sun sets, his arms ache and his hands are numb from the clanging pressure of your sword against his. But there are moments, throughout it all, when you correct his posture, when you let him get a good hit in - moments when your hands brush against his skin and you come close enough that he can feel your breath on his lips. 

Rintarou, meanwhile, teaches him how to shoot, lines up empty bottles on the railing and has Osamu try to hit the glass. He worries aloud, after countless failed attempts, that he's wasting bullets and gunpowder that should go to the crew. But you just shrug and stretch on your way past them and up to the helm.

"Take what you want," you say easily. "My crew always has what they need… I make sure of it." That last part does feel a bit pointed, and as Osamu stares at the pistol in his hands, he wonders what it must be like to really be part of this crew, to… to have a home out here.

But then Rintarou's beside him again, hands on Osamu's hips to adjust his stance as he murmurs quiet directions in his ear. When Osamu successfully shoots one of the bottles finally, the glass shattering into the sea below, he turns and throws his arms around Rintarou's neck in delight before he catches himself and tries to pull away. Rintarou just laughs, though, and says that it'll take more than one good shot for Osamu to become a real pirate.

As Rintarou steps closer again, though, helping him prep for the next shot, Osamu can feel his mind reeling at his words, can feel his soul spiralling with the weight of becoming.

Osamu wonders, as a ship is spotted over the horizon and a cheer breaks out somewhere, how Rintarou had pinpointed it so accurately. Three months into the voyage, the flag of Kiyoomi's trading empire is seen on the ship ahead of them, and it all begins to come crashing down on him. 

You and Rintarou are pirates, still. You may be kind to him, a fondness growing that's had you treat him as something far more important than a bargaining chip, but Osamu knows, now, that he must face the truth. 

You are pirates. You are here to overtake his brother's ship and take control of his brother-in-law's trading empire… and if there's one thing that Osamu's learned, it's that you don't take no for an answer when it comes to anyone other than him and Rintarou. 

Fortunately, Osamu's used to the scuffle of you overtaking another ship - he's grown accustomed to the shouts and chaos and stumble-inducing rocking of the ship. This time, of course, is different, but he stands by your side at the helm regardless, his hand firmly on your arm as a sort of anchor. 

Kiyoomi's vessel, while beautiful and capable, is nothing compared to yours, large and looming and commanding. His ship is overtaken, of course, an inevitable course of action that the sea splits to ensure. And when the gangplank is lowered and you and Rintarou step onto it, Osamu is quick to follow, trailing after the two of you and onto his brother-in-law's ship.

When he locks eyes with his twin, a few things happen. Atsumu looks healthy, bronzed and strong and dressed in fine silks as he stands regally by his husband's side. Envy and loneliness slam into Osamu's gut at the sight as he steps off the gangplank, Rintarou's hand reaching out to him as if by instinct, ensuring that he doesn't slip or fall.

But then, of course, Atsumu looks scared, terrified of the fact that his brother's been kidnapped by pirates and is about to be used as leverage against his husband - he's no idiot, he knows what this is about. But there's something… off about the whole thing. Osamu looks healthy, his hair bleached from the sun and shining from the salty air, his skin healthy and golden, his frame sturdy and built. When Osamu reaches out to his brother in a moment of longing, Atsumu catches sight of the thick callouses forming on his palms and his other hand held tightly by Rintarou - by a pirate.

Atsumu opens his mouth to say something, to shout and swear and cause some kind of commotion because his brother's been kidnapped when his husband puts a hand on his shoulder firmly and squeezes, a silent request to be still for just a moment longer.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi," you say as you step forward, your hand on the hilt of your sword where it rests on your hip. "You're certainly a difficult person to catch up to."

"I doubt there's a ship in these seas you couldn't catch eventually," Kiyoomi responds easily, holding an outstretched hand towards you. Atsumu and Osamu look on with matching, gawking expressions, and neither of them knows which part to be shocked more by - Kiyoomi's hospitality or your reciprocation. 

"I'd much rather discuss this in private," Kiyoomi continues, gesturing a hand to the ornate doors leading below the upper deck.

"By all means," you answer easily, your voice sharp and steady, and Kiyoomi leads you inside while Rintarou follows, leaving Osamu and Atsumu to stand and stare, the sun beating down on the two of them and shimmering on the endless seas surrounding them.

"You look well," Osamu says carefully, shifting on his feet.

"I…am," Atsumu answers haltingly. "Are you?" Osamu opens his mouth to respond, but Rintarou calls his name from the open doorway and Osamu's moving past his brother and towards the call of his name before either of them really realizes it. 

Atsumu's slow, after that, to join his husband and the others in their meeting, wine being poured into gilded cups and passed around as you speak with him.

"We've heard the rumours, of course," Kiyoomi is saying. "That the pirate lord is back… that the seas are shifting and the tides are changing."

"There is no pirate lord yet," you respond carefully, a measured sort of hunger in your voice. Kiyoomi hums thoughtfully.

"No, but it's clear that there soon will be… I am no fool," he says as he sits opposite you, Atsumu perching on the arm of his chair and staring at the way Osamu sits so naturally between you and Rintarou. "I know what stands between you and the title. Anyone who can control the trade routes… controls the seas. Fortunately, you also have something that I want."

"Oh?" You say questioningly, a coy note heard in your voice that suggests that you already know what Kiyoomi's suggesting. Osamu lets out a huff of laughter at your charade and Atsumu looks at him with a mortified sort of expression.

"Yes," Kiyoomi continues, then frowns in disapproval. "Kidnapping dear Osamu, I'd like to point out, was really very unnecessary. I'm not sure why you felt the need to do such a thing."

"I don't like to leave things to chance -" you've started to say, but Osamu's angry voice interrupts yours, much to your amusement.

"I'm fine, alright," he scoffs. "Nothing bad's happened to me, so you don't need to look at them like that. And why shouldn't they do something if it means making sure they get what they want?" Kiyoomi, with his everlasting stoicism, merely blinks at the outburst while you and Rintarou sport matching grins. Atsumu, on the other hand, feels like he might be sick, staggering from the sight of his brother, walking and talking and acting like a pirate.

"Well…" Kiyoomi continues. "We've been having problems with pirates - none from your fleet, I've noticed. Every ship plundered and sunk is profit that I'd rather not lose… and every trading ship from a company other than mine that you do sink is business that I'd like to take. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this."

"I do," you nod in affirmation. "Seems a pity that we both have these problems that could so easily be fixed. We ought to do something about that, I'd say."

"You know," Kiyoomi says thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and sliding a hand comfortingly up Atsumu's thigh where he remains perched on the arm of his husband's seat. "I've never really been interested in selling shares, but if the right offer were to come along…" Atsumu gapes at his husband, grabbing his hand.

"To pirates?" He hisses. Kiyoomi lets his eyes fall onto Osamu, staring at the man as he straightens.

"No," he says easily. "I'd much rather keep it in the family."

"Me?" Osamu blurts out, and Kiyoomi hums and nods in confirmation.

"Well," you drawl, leaning back in your own chair so that you can throw an arm over Osamu's shoulders. "I'm sure we can work something out." Atsumu stands abruptly, stomping out towards the deck and slamming the door behind him. Kiyoomi stares for a moment, a tired sort of look on his face while Osamu twists around to stare at the door.

"So," you continue. "Control over the trading routes."

"And protection for my ships," Kiyoomi finishes.

"Not to mention more firepower than you'd ever need to knock out any competition," Rintarou chimes in. Kiyoomi grins like a shark smelling blood at the comment and you laugh.

"Well, Kiyoomi," you say light-heartedly as the man stands. "I've always thought you made a good businessman." 

As you and Kiyoomi spread various contracts between the two of you, preparing to hash out all of the details, Rintarou nudges Osamu with his elbow.

"Go to Atsumu," he says quietly, making Osamu frown, his heart clenching nervously.

"You don't want me here for this? It'll be my name on the contract," he says, clenching his fists at the whining, desperate note to his own voice.

"Of course, we want you here, pet," Rintarou assures, smoothing a hand over Osamu's hair while you squeeze his knee gently under the table. "But if your brother throws a fit and flings himself overboard I doubt we'll still have a contract to sign. Go, make amends with him. Nothing will be signed until you're ready."

With that, Osamu leaves the three of you to settle things, slipping outside to find his brother. Sure enough, Atsumu is standing by the railing, arms crossed and mouth downturned as he scowls up at the flag flying from your ship. Osamu moves to stand beside him carefully, walking slowly as he looks to his brother. 

"What happened to you?" Atsumu asks harshly. Osamu shrugs a bit.

"I became a pirate?" He offers. Atsumu whirls on him, glaring. 

"I'm not joking, Osamu," he spits. Osamu scoffs and crosses his arms to mirror his brother.

"Well, neither am I, really. I was… I was kidnapped, but it's fine."

"No," says Astumu firmly. "We can fix this, we can take you away, we can -"

"No," Osamu interrupts. "You can't. There's no one, anymore, who can take me away from this. There's no one who gets to choose my life other than me." Atsumu snaps his mouth shut at Osamu's determined words and he steps back from his brother with heartbreak flashing across his face.

"And this… this is what you choose?" he says slowly. "A pirate's life?"

"It's not so different from yours, I'd say," Osamu offers gently. "If you let yourself see that." Atsumu just groans and buries his head in his hands.

"Why couldn't you just stay at home?" His voice is muffled by his palms as Osamu bristles.

"I am home," he says clearly. "I am home now more than I ever was back there. You should know that, Atsumu. That's… that's why you left, isn't it? That's why you went with Kiyoomi? To find a home for yourself?"

"Yes," Atsumu straightens. "But…"

"Do I not deserve to find that for myself?" Osamu asks weakly. His brother sighs wearily, stepping forward to wrap his arms around him and pull him into a hug - the first one shared between the two of them in years.

"Of course you do, 'Samu… I'm sorry," he says softly, an apology carried by the wind between them out to the sea. 

"It's ok," Osamu mumbles against his brother's shoulders, his arms tightening around him. "I'm just glad to see you again." Beyond the two of them, the sun begins to fall lower along the horizon, a shining, orange glow bathing the endless sea in light as it stretches endlessly onward. 

It's agreed, after that, that Kiyoomi's vessel will need protection for the remaining three weeks of its course before it lands in port - and who would be better to provide that protection than you? Osamu's quick to point out that this is the perfect opportunity to solidify the new agreement and Rintarou nearly falls over himself laughing at how quickly you cave. 

"One day," you snap at Rintarou, "he's going to look at you with those eyes and you're going to be the one falling to your knees." But Osamu just giggles gleefully while Atsumu looks on with a hint of satisfied amusement. He's not sure he's ever seen his brother like this, healthy and alive and glowing in the fading sun, standing in front of the endless backdrop of the darkened sea. 

Your grumbling lasts as you stomp back over the gangplank onto your own ship, Rintarou and Osamu trailing after you.

"What are they so impatient for, anyway?" Osamu asks bemusedly.

"It's just that we've been waiting a long time for this," Rintarou explains as he leads the two of them into the cabin, through to the captain's quarters. "We were nothing more than street rats when they first set their eyes on this, working scrubbing decks for nothing other than lodging on ships. It's… it's taken us a long time to get here." 

"I… I had no idea," Osamu says quietly, shifting on his feet as they enter your quarters.

"Well," you drawl as you turn the corner, clearly having heard the conversation. "We can't all grow up in manor houses like you." There's no hint of malice in your voice, though, just the soft cadence of kindness being heard, making Osamu relax.

"It's better this way, anyway," Rintarou soothes, reaching forward to press a kiss to your lips as Osamu looks away awkwardly. "This gives me time to send word to Kita. He'll assemble the fleet and the other captains who still keep to the code. He'll ready the vote." Rintarou's staying close to you as he speaks, pressing little, fluttering kisses across your face while you frown impatiently. Osamu thinks maybe he should just leave, and he spins on his heel several times until he's dizzy and can't trust himself to find the door anymore.

"What if they don't vote for me?" You ask quietly. Rintarou rolls his eyes.

"They'll vote for you, treasure. They'll have to," he assures. You look past him, then, and see Osamu determinedly staring at a blank spot of wall while a blush rages up to his ears. You laugh, of course, reaching part Rintarou to grab onto his wrist and tug him towards you.

He stumbles, making an embarrassing sort of sound as he ends up slamming against you, but the sturdiness of Rintarou on your other side means that there's nowhere for you to fall between the two of them. 

"And you?" you prompt him gently. Osamu just blinks at you.

"Me?"

"What will you do?" You clarify, and Osamu sort of… freezes at that. You'd never really said, he supposes, that he's a part of the crew - that he's welcome to stay on your ship after all this. His heart, sinking rapidly, clenches as he clears his throat and straightens.

"I'll… I guess I'll…" You roll your eyes and grab him by his collar, pulling him against you so that you can kiss him firmly. He makes another one of those embarrassing, needy sounds as he puts his hands on your waist and tightens his grip on you, making you smile against his lips.

When you part, finally, Rintarou is watching eagerly from his place behind you, his arms around your waist and his chin hooked over your shoulder as he eyes Osamu's reddened, kiss-bitten lips and heaving chest. 

"I'm asking you," you say slowly - pointedly. "If you'd like to stay… if you'd like to make a home here."

"I…" Osamu says slowly, eyes flitting between the two of you before he looks out the window, towards the dark, shimmering waters and the endless line of the horizon beyond. "I think I already have." You smile at that, an honest, open sort of thing that Osamu knows is rarely seen from you. The realization has something fluttering in his chest as you take his hand in yours and begin to pull him towards the door that he knows leads to your private room.

When you swing open the door and lead him in, however, you shove a hand out to stop Rintarou from following, pushing his chest away from the doorway.

"You have to send word to Kita," you remind him eagerly, earning a pained look from Rintarou.

"Come on, treasure, please, I will after -" Rintarou's voice is earnest, bordering on desperate as he stares first at you and then over your shoulder at Osamu and the way he's sprawled out on your bed. 

"Just do it quickly," you say as you begin to close the door, one hand still firmly on Rintarou's chest to keep him out. "It's very important to me, you know." And with that, the door is closed, and Rintarou is left to sigh and thump his head against it a couple of times before straightening and spinning on his heel to leave.

In the end, Rintarou has been right once more. Osamu thinks, as he climbs his way up to the crow's nest and eyes the dizzying distance beneath him, that he's not sure the man has ever been wrong. He settles on the wooden platform, his back to the top of the mast as he lets his legs hang off of the edge and looks out towards the rising sun.

The vote, if Osamu could ever call it that, had been unanimous. You'd spent years building this fleet of yours, years earning the fear and respect of the other ships and even the other captains not under your command. When Kita had called for the vote, declaring as the keeper of the code that the title of Pirate Lord had been vacant for too long and that the tides were finally changing, it didn't seem to be any sort of surprise to anyone that it was you who called for the throne.

And so, when you'd walked in, brandishing Kiyoomi's signature and declaring that the one element of the seas that could never be touched, the trading routes, were now under your command, there wasn't much anyone could do but agree. Osamu thought, in that moment, watching you be crowned and the greatest captains pledge their fleets to you, that he'd never seen anyone shine with becoming as much as you did on that day. 

But on the way back onto the ship, he'd caught his slanted reflection in the water below, and thought surely the sun must have been staring back at him with the way he glowed. 

Below him, he hears you shout distantly for him to be careful, but he merely laughs and tips his head back up towards the endless sky that stretches onward. He's climbed this mast a thousand times by now, familiar with it in a way that feels like home. There is no danger that could befall him here, he's sure, no ill will that could catch up to him on the vast, open sea.  Ahead of him, the sun begins to lift, rising towards the sky and stretching out across the endless line of the horizon. He reaches a hand forward, as if he could find the vastness beyond and go further, further, further until all corners of the world have been touched by him. As the sun hits his face and bathes him in a golden glow, he thinks he just might. He thinks that he can't find a better life to call his own.

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SFW 2005

Hanma×Takemichi

Content warnings: Serial killer Takemichi, descriptions of violent murder, blood, the dead, ooc Hanma and Takemichi

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

"Man why do they give serial killers such cool names" Nahoya chuckled a bit in disbelief as he watched the tv in Takemichi's room where a majority of Toman's uppers were hanging out while it rained outside.

"Hm? What's up?" Takemichi had been outside of his room, only coming in to the tail end of Nahoya's speaking. So the ginger delinquent looked his way while motioning to the tv.

"Apparently there's a serial killer in Tokyo that they're calling Gyokuto because the dude wears a rabbit mask and uses a hammer to kill people." Nahoya huffed and looked back to the tv. "He totally intended to be named that. Giving killers cool names like Gyokuto and Zodiac Killer only encourages it."

Takemichi paled slightly at the description but not for the reason his gangmates thought. While they were processing that their host might be queasy with killer talk, Takemichi was praying that his friends didn't recognize anything about him if cctv clips played and even more he hoped they didn't find the rabbit mask in the false bottom of one of the drawers of his desk.

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Takemichi was a messy but good killer, he always had been. He left no prints, no dna, no hints that he was in any way involved. He'd been killing for years and watched as his murders showed up as dead-end cases every time.

So how could he be so sloppy?

Ocean eyes peered through the eye-holes of the rabbit mask he wore, staring at one Hanma Shuji who looked just as caught off guard. Except one of them was standing over a corpse with little remains of its head, splattered in blood, and wielding a sledgehammer and the other had just been cutting through an alley to get home. They were both frozen. Takemichi, like his mask's animal, was stuck like prey hoping to not be seen. Hanma was still like a human seeing a stray animal and not wanting to scare it away.

Hanma took a step forward and Takemichi took a matching step back, skidding his foot against the gravel as an audible warning incase Hanma didn't see him raise his hammer threateningly. The taller stopped all motion except putting his hands up in a surrender, confusing Takemichi whose expression contorted to show that behind his mask.

He whipped his head around to make sure he wasn't being snuck up on before looking back at Hanma and taking another step back.

"Wait wait– Gyokuto— I'm not going to tell or call anyone." Hanma's voice was hardly loud enough for Takemichi to hear but had the blond hesitating on his escape. He wasn't about to risk speaking, he wasn't sure how well Hanma could recognize voices but they'd met once and Hanma had to've heard him shout that Draken might be dead.

But he could risk taking steps closer. He was still armed and a better fighter than his gangmates knew, so he took slow steps towards Hanma who stayed where he was and let Takemichi take his own pace. Eventually the hooded and masked blond had circled Hanma, patting his free hand on the noiret's body to check for weapons and taking his phone. He even had the courtesy to show Hanma he was taking it and not just pickpocketing the other. He was a little shocked at the nod he recieved in return.

"Why are you so calm?" Takemichi breathed his words, squinting almost disdainfully as he tried to use the quietness to mask his true voice. Hanma let out a sigh of relief, neither of them sure why but not commenting on it either.

"No clue, I should be pissing myself and screaming for help shouldn't I?" Hanma chuckled quietly and Takemichi let out a quick irritated huff, walking a few steps closer to the body only to stop when Hanma spoke again. "Wait. Don't leave. Let me buy you a drink, alcohol or not. And you still have my phone."

"You're not getting your phone back." Takemichi didn't feel like entertaining the offer at all, scowling behind his mask at the delinquent and his lips turning down even deeper when Hanma huffed a laugh.

"Then you owe me a drink or ten. That phone wasn't free." Hanma really couldn't care less about his phone in the hands of someone worse but he wanted the leverage and could practically feel Takemichi sneer. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before the blond heavily sighed and walked back.

"You're so fucking lucky I'm in a good mood." Takemichi scoffed and had a lot less hesitation as his free hand wrapped around Hanma's right wrist and dragged him deeper into the alley.

"This is you in a good mood? I'd hate to see you in a bad moo–" Hanma choked on his words as he was slammed into one of the walls deeper in the alley and hardly felt the breeze from the sledgehammer before it smashed into the wall beside him. The abruptness had him jolting to the opposite side and gasping for air in genuine fear like his lungs had been emptied.

"If I was in a bad mood, you wouldn't see me. That guy is your example." Takemichi pointed towards the corpse and Hanma nodded fast. Most forms of adrenaline spikes were Hanma's addiction. Fights, pain, even putting his and other people's life at risk. But having his life at risk out of his control was horrible. This made his heart pound painfully in his chest like it was trying to break his sternum.

"Noted." Hanma choked out the obedient acknowledgement and Takemichi took the hammer back, using the toe of one of his shoes to kick the crumbled brick pieces on the ground closer to the wall. Hanma watched while catching his breath and looked to the space that'd been hardly an inch to the left of his head. The bricks that remained in the wall were shattered and Hanma had to keep in mind that it could've been his skull in that state.

Takemichi was precise, fast, and Hanma's life was currently entirely in his hands. The noiret realized now that he was only alive because the masked teen was allowing it and he could do absolutely nothing to stop Takemichi if he decided Hanma should die. It didn't matter at all how durable Hanma was if it was a goddamn sledgehammer coming at him.

"Now c'mon, I want a coffee." Takemichi stepped back and Hanma took a deep breath, held it, and sighed it out while nodding and pushing himself off the wall.

"Think you should change or something? Most of Tokyo knows your mask." Hanma was a bit more wary with his words now but Takemichi still froze and had a moment of realization that made Hanma chuckle lightly and Takemichi glare at him. "Didn't think about that? Do you have something that would cover just the top half of your face?"

Takemichi shook his head and looked down, thinking. Truly who would believe Hanma if the Valhalla acting commander tried to point fingers at Takemichi? Would Hanma even want to reveal his secret? He had Hanma's phone and pat him down so he knew he couldn't be photographed and he'd still have his hammer while revealing himself incase Hanma tried to go and threaten him over it.

The blond sighed and looked back up at Hanma intensely.

"Keep in mind that, mask or not, I am the one who is a killer between the two of us." Takemichi spoke sternly and Hanma nodded, hardly biting back a grin. Blue eyes rolled and Takemichi peeled his white hood back, left hand revealing himself while his right hand stayed on his hammer.

He pulled the mask's festival-mask tie until it came undone and pulled the mask down until the top of it was just below his eyes and Hanma's were already lighting up and eyes wide with recognition while Takemichi's hardened with a dark glare.

"I'll kill you if you make me regret this." Takemichi spoke slow and Hanma swallowed thickly while nodding and watching the mask be lowered the rest of the way.

"Holy shit.." Hanma breathed out his awe, actually really enjoying this twist despite his life still being at risk. When Takemichi hummed to prompt a more explanatory reaction and tilted his head, Hanma could thoroughly imagine real rabbit ears and tail budding from the killer with curious little twitches.

The thought had him a bit pink cheeked and wearing an upside-down smile, leaning down just a little so they were face to face and getting a small grin at the unamusement on Takemichi's face. The disdain was so clear now but Hanma really didn't care.

"Well let's go get coffee then, moon bunny. Hope you know a place your little Toman buddies won't be because I only know of two places that are open this late and serving coffee. One is in the heart of Shibuya and the other is my apartment." Hanma watched as an irritated scowl spread across Takemichi's face and he started tapping his foot.

"I will let myself get arrested just to slit your goddamn throat, Hanma." Takemichi nearly growled the threat and Hanma just huffed a small laugh, shaking his head and pulling back.

"Alright alright. But seriously, do you know a place? It won't look good to your buddies if we're hanging out. Especially so late. " Hanma was sincere about that part at least and Takemichi hummed while looking at the body that was quickly making the alley smell like iron.

"Let's just go to your apartment, it's easiest" Takemichi shrugged and looked back to Hanma who nodded and spoke a short 'follow me then'.

He knew the alleys around here well, what places had cameras out back and what places didn't and how to get to his apartment nearly completely off the grid. Takemichi was quiet but oddly comfortable as he followed close all the way up into the top floor apartment. It was a studio but roomy, Takemichi letting out a small sigh of exhaustion as they entered. He set his sledgehammer on the floor near the door, not really caring if he got blood around his host's apartment, and left his shoes, hoodie, gloves, and mask in the genkan area since they were all bloody. He couldn't exactly take his pants off but he didn't care much beyond the easy stuff.

Hanma breathed a laugh and walked to the kitchen, filling the coffee pot while Takemichi walked straight out to the balcony and rested his elbows on the railing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing with the cold night air and knowing he'd just successfully ridded the world of another piece of shit excuse for a human.

"You smoke, bunny?" Hanma's voice was closer but Takemichi wasn't wary and just turned around to the noiret holding an open box of Mevius cigarettes his way with one already in his own mouth. The blue eyed teen hummed an agreement but caught Hanma off guard by snatching the one between the taller's lips and placing it between Takemichi's own. It drew a snort from Hanma and he grabbed another for himself.

"A killer and a thief. Any other crimes I shoukd know about?" Hanma lit his own cigarette and gave Takemichi his lighter to do the same, watching in interest. Knowing that this average, even weak, delinquent was a serial killer made Hanma just naturally interested in everything the blond did. Were their any tell-tales at all?

"A lot actually but we'd be here for a while if I tried to list them." Takemichi lazily smiled around his cigarette and lit it before handing the lighter back, taking a deep drag and blowing it directly at Hanma.

"I'm going to poison your damn coffee." Hanma huffed a laugh with his threat and walked back in the apartment with Takemichi on his tail going and sitting on the bed. He looked to the headboard and noticed a couple old stuffed animals, smiling genuinely at them.

"Do it, I'd be eternally grateful. And your stuffed animals are cute, any of them have names?" Takemichi's tone was nothing but sincere and Hanma looked at him in a bit of light shock, glancing to the aforementioned plush toys and then back at the coffee pot as it finished filling.

"The elephant's name is Hinode, named after this guy that was like an uncle to me. Not the best influence but he kept me fed, sheltered, and alive. The others don't have names." Hanma answered with an uncharacteristically fond smile and Takemichi nodded, looking back at the plushes.

"I have to write the names of mine on the tags, I don't like to forget their names but I usually do. Only one I remember is a little white rabbit plush I named Tsuki. He's a baby toy, rattle in his body, crinkly ears, and buckwheat in his feet but he's my favorite." Takemichi offered that Hanma wasn't alone in having plush animals and the taller huffed a laugh.

"Careful choosing favorites, it hurts their feelings" Hanma brought two mugs of coffee over and sat beside the killer, smoking while he let his coffee cool down.

"Says the one who's only given one of them a name. At least all mine have something to be called." Takemichi laughed out as well and took a sip of the still steaming coffee, enjoying the scald.

"Touché." Hanma laughed out his response and leaned a little against Takemichi, his head on the blond's. Takemichi eased into it and relaxed his head on Hanma's shoulder.

"You're fucking weird for not like.. threatening to turn me in or even trying to get evidence to use as leverage." Takemichi mumbled his words, not needing to speak loud since it was just the two of them so close. Hanma took a drag of his cigarette and Takemichi followed while the noiret blew out the smoke and turned his head so his forehead was against the top of Takemichi's head.

"Would you prefer I did that?" Hanma spoke even quieter, the question partly rhetorical and partly genuine on if that's what Takemichi wanted.

"No.." Takemichi only gave the short but genuine response back, staring down at his coffee. He knew Hanma didn't drug it or anything but the warmth of it, the soothing of the nicotine, and the fading rush of having just killed was making him exhausted.

Hanma seemed to get that as he put out his cigarette on the nightstand on his side and gently took Takemichi's coffee and cigarette so he could set their drinks on the bedside table too. The bleach blond watched in quiet confusion until he was actually being shifted like a ragdoll to lay down on top of the covers with Hanma pulling him close.

"Get some sleep, it's like three in the morning. I'm not going anywhere." Hanma whispered the reassurances and Takemichi looked at him, squinting and staring him in the eyes from inches apart. No matter the hands rubbing his back and their legs tangling together, no matter the care he'd been receiving and the safety he was feeling, he still looked deep into those gold eyes for any sign of a trick and Hanma let him with no qualms.

After a few minutes Takemichi hummed and settled a little.

"Can I borrow a pair of your pajama pants or a shirt or just sleep in my boxers? These are bloody and it's sticking to my legs." Takemichi mumbled the request and Hanma chuckled quietly, nodding and sitting the blond back up at the edge of the bed.

"What would you prefer, bunny? My shirt, my pants, both, or just your boxers?" Hanma walked over to his dresser and started shuffling through while Takemichi watched. The half asleep blond pushed himself to stand and walk over, lightly tugging on the t-shirt Hanma currently wore.

"This and my boxers." Takemichi spoke shamelessly and Hanma looked to him almost lovingly for a moment, stripping off his shirt near immediately and handing it over. Takemichi sat on the bed and, before he could do it himself, Hanma was helping to take his pants off and walking to the kitchen, shuffling the cabinet of cleaning supplies below to find something to remove the blood.

"It won't come out. Take your phone out of the front left pocket and just throw it and the shirt away. I'll borrow some of your stuff to go home, change, and get you your clothes back another night." Takemichi was exhausted but he knew he'd ruined his clothes might not having thoroughly planned this murder. Hanma gave a noise of agreement and tossed his phone onto the bed beside Takemichi before tossing the clothes. A sign of trust, letting Takemichi hold onto the phone.

The blond put it on the nightstand on his side and watched in confusion as Hanma walked over with a warm wet rag and a dry one. His face lit up pink when the taller kneeled in front of him and washed the blood off his legs like he served Takemichi somehow.

"You don't nee-" Takemichi didn't get to finish and let out a small pouty huff as he was interrupted.

"I want to. You're the only one I've trusted besides Hinode to come into this apartment, I usually would rather stab myself with a rusty dull bread knife than let someone in my personal area but.." Hanma sighed and it went without saying that even he was confused by the spontaneous deep trust he had in Takemichi.

Takemichi reached forward and rand his right hand through Hanma's hair while the kneeling teen finished cleaning his legs. Takemichi spread his legs and pulled Hanma into a hug, the older's head resting on Takemichi's chest and listening to his heartbeat.

"Go put the rags away and come to bed with me Shuji. You can sleep on my chest, I'm not going anywhere either." Takemichi spoke softly and kissed the top of Hanma's head. The noiret looked up at him with an expression that was almost pouty.

Hanma didn't intend to look so pouty but he absolutely didn't regret it when it earned him a short but so so sweet kiss to his lips from the serial killer who wore his shirt. While Hanma stood, Takemichi was climbing under the blankets and was being so caring as he repositioned the stuffed animals so none were at risk of falling or getting squished.

The older did as told and changed into pajama pants before getting under the blankets too. Hanma pulled Takemichi close to him all the same but this time Hanma's head was heart-level and he rested against Takemichi's chest with his hair being played with and the blond's other hand rubbing his shoulder and shoulderblades.

They both fell asleep faster and easier than ever before, indescribably comforted by eachother.

Hanma was already awake when Takemichi woke up ten hours later but the noiret hadn't moved hardly at all, still yawning and rubbing his cheek on Takemichi's chest. He'd scooted up a bit to tuck his face into Takemichi's neck while holding the blond close possessively. Hanma didn't want to share the serial killer with anyone, especially not this cuddly and safe side of him.

"Good morning handsome" Takemichi whispered the greeting before yawning and Hanma waited until Takemichi was done to happily kiss him and get a kiss back.

"Good afternoon beautiful bunny" Hanma mumbled his response into the kiss and Takemichi hummed, pressing into it a little more before pulling away and admiring the taller. He ran his hands through the black and blond bedhead with pure affection in his eyes.

"What time is it? I was supposed to go to school today" Takemichi didn't care much for the classes, especially now that he was a timetraveller and knew all the curriculum, so he wasn't upset but he knew his phone probably had a ton of missed calls from Mikey and Hinata.

"A little after one according to the alarm clock on the nightstand behind you" Hanma spoke between soft kisses to Takemichi's neck and collarbones, treasuring every inch of the blond and making sure to show it even as Takemichi grabbed his head to look. "Your phone's rang a bunch."

Hanma loosened his grip, expecting Takemichi to want to immediately go over and check who had contacted him and why, but Takemichi just grumbled that Hanma better hold him again, the noiret doing as asked in confusion.

"They can all fuck off and wait, you're more important." Takemichi mumbled the sincere reason, hugging Hanma around the neck while the golden eyed boy looked at him with love. Takemichi gave a small sleepy smile to the other and got kisses peppered all over his face, both of them ending up grinning.

"You're the most important person to me" Hanma whispered his loving words before directly kissing Takemichi. "I love you so much" He breathed the confession into the kiss and Takemichi pulled him closer, taking his turn to kiss all over Hanma's face.

"You're everything to me and I love you too Hanma Shuji, my most trusted and most important.. My entire world" Takemichi loved getting to be so fully loving, not hiding a single bit of himself but all of him being loved. Hanma felt the same and admired Takemichi like he'd hung the moon and stars, one of his hands combing through dandelion blond hair.

"Is it too early to propose?" Hanma breathed a small laugh with the question but he wasn't exactly joking and it made his heart flutter when Takemichi understood that quick. It made him feel so known.

"How about we get promise rings for now? We can engage, elope, whatever in our own time" Takemichi cooed, completely serious and giggly when Hanma kissed all over his face while repeating 'yes' like a mantra.

"And why don't we go look now? I'm sure there are plenty of other delinquents involved with people in other gangs that aren't traitors." Takemichi gave the suggestion with a chuckle and got a kiss on his lips.

"Yes yes yes. I'll tell you anything you want to know about Valhalla. I'll be the traitor if one of us needs to be." Hanma whispered his promises, loving Takemichi so much more than he cared about any of the taking down Mikey shit. Takemichi gave a happy hum and ran his hands through the black and gold bedhead.

"Well hopefully you won't have to be, reaper.." Takemichi chuckled, rubbing their noses together. He had to admit that he enjoyed that his lover played by his own rules just like Takemichi did. It would make life together so much easier.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Souya Kawata×OC

Content warnings: none (fluff so sweet you might get cavities)

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Souya was not the kind of boy to pull random people into his and Nahoya's life, into his friend group of delinquents, into all of the chaos. And he particularly didn't want to drag Ogami Samuru into it all.

Ogami Samuru, or as Souya called him 'Samu', was the one secret he kept tightly locked away even from Nahoya. Samu was the most peaceful thing in Souya's life. Don't get him wrong, Souya loved delinquency down to his core, but having someone who he could only compare to a humanized peace dove in his life kept away from it all? It was like a secret heaven.

He'd begun to seek out Samu within the couple days after every gang fight and today was no different. But he was too focused on getting to Samu that, for the first time in a little over two years, he was sloppy about it. Souya had gotten as far as being in a fairly nice outfit and riding to a nice quiet cafe he'd suggested for he and Samu to try before he was noticed by Nahoya, Baji, and Mitsuya who'd been riding together after the whole Kisaki in Toman discussion.

Of course they didn't give any sign they were following him. Though Mitsuya was against it at first and just got pulled along with the other two, his interest was very peaked when Souya quickly dipped into a flower shop and came out with two decorative wood roses. One of them was nearly the same blue as Souya's hair and the other was pure white.

That was the first time Mitsuya and Baji had seen him break his usual scowl and look down at the roses with a small smile. He looked lovestruck, pulling his phone out to check something.

Souya glanced at the time, beginning to walk down the sidewalk towards the cafe. He never liked to drive too close to where Samu would be because of his modified motorcycle being loud, respectful of the quiet atmosphere Samu preferred. He walked in and looked around, entire expression softening as he noticed Samu at a booth in the corner with his back to the wall and facing the door.

Souya couldn't help but love Samu. The white hair boy was simple in the most complex ways. Right now, Samu had his hair half up like usual however he'd tucked the left side of his bangs behind his ear and was reading a book that was spread on the table in front of him. Souya felt like this was a first date, he felt like that every time they hung out because Samu didn't actually know Souya liked him.

With his face shades of pink, Souya took a deep breath and walked over. As soon as Samu noticed Souya, his head raised with a small and sweet smile that made Souya's chest hurt happily. Samu fit his bookmark into the book and slid it to the side, always giving Souya all of his attention.

"Are you alright Souya? You look a bit like you got in a fight.." Samu's voice was soft and always seemed like it was trailing off, the white haired boy's arm stretching over the table as Samu gently rubbed the outside of his right index and middle fingers against Souya's left cheek. Where he rubbed, a new bruise had begun to bloom from Toman's most recent fight against Moebius.

"Ah- Mhm- I did but I won!" Souya's voice was an attempt to be as soft as Samu's but he could never quite match Samu.

Baji, Nahoya, and Mitsuya had all found seats in the booth right behind Souya, glad that each booth had high backs and then half walls seperating them. Mitsuya had a small fond smile at the realization that this was something like a date.

"Please be careful.. I don't think I'd be of much help, but please call me if you need to. I can, at the least, patch you up.." Samu was genuinely worried for his friend. This was far from the first time seeing Souya beat up like this. Souya nodded with hummed agreement, leaning into the soft brushes on his cheek. Samu let out a very small breathy laugh.

"You're as affectionate as ever.. just like a cat" Samu smiled as he spoke and shifted his hand. He now cupped Souya's cheek and rubbed it with his thumb fondly. Both felt Souya's cheeks heat up with only drew another sweet laugh from Samu who pulled his hand back.

"Careful getting too red in the face, hun. People might think you like me and not just the affection" Samu's tone was playful but it made Souya's heart hurt. He did like Samu. They both knew eachother liked guys, Samu exclusively and Souya not, but Samu wasn't seeing Souya's small advances.

"Hello, could I get you three anything?" The waitress asked at Nahoya, Baji, and Mitsuya's table. Souya bit his tongue so it wouldn't get awkward around a waitress but his eyes shot open when he heard Mitsuya's voice rattle out three drinks. As soon as the waitress left, Souya spoke again.

"Could we go somewhere else. I want.. we could go to a park?" Souya was never one for improv. His only goal right now was to get away from Mitsuya and whoever the other two were.

Mitsuya and the others tensed, knowing they'd been caught.

"Hm? Of course, could we get drinks on the way? I'll pay this time" Samu began getting up, noticing Souya's rush but not commenting on it. He tucked his book, phone, and heaphones into his dark brown school bag beside his folded gakuran jacket. He looked at the second highest button, curious about something.

"Of course, but you don't have to pay! I like paying!" Souya was splitting his attention harshly, wanting to reassure Samu and not stumble on their conversation. But, as they walked out of the cafe, he shot a very angry glare at the three.

"Well now we gotta know just what all he's hiding. Cause he's definitely hiding it now" Baji chuckled, Nahoya nodding while Mitsuya sighed.

"Or– we let them be and if he wants to tell us later then he can. It may be someone he doesn't want dragged into Toman stuff." Mitsuya was clearly the most mature of the three but Nahoya and Baji both were mature enough to realize that was probably true. So Baji gave a sigh and they all thanked the waitress for their drinks.

"Has he never mentioned that guy to you?" Baji asked Nahoya and recieved Nahoya shaking his head with his straw in his mouth. After Nahoya swallowed his sip of frozen coffee, he spoke.

"Not once. He usually just sorta leaves the house at some point after all of Toman's fights and is out the whole day. I just thought he was driving around or something since he'd spend money. Never guessed he'd found a guy he liked" Nahoya gave a small, sad chuckle.

Souya didn't entirely trust Nahoya to not pull this boy into Toman stuff and maybe that was rightfully placed. Nahoya wasn't mad but he realized he needed to show his twin that this guy wouldn't get dragged into delinquent stuff.

.

.

"Hey Souya..?" Samu asked, resting his head on Souya's shoulder as they sat on a park bench. Despite the earlier intrusion, the two's rest of the day went without a hitch. Souya had given Samu the wood roses and Samu had beyond loved them, twirling them together with his free hand right now while the other was intertwined with Souya's. It was golden hour and they both felt so at peace.

"Yeah Samu?" Souya's voice was audibly sleepy but only because of how comfortable it felt to be around Samu.

"What would you do if I told you I love you..?" Samu's question made Souya jolt fully awake but he stopped himself from jolting physically so he didn't disturb Samu. He was clearly quiet for two long though, feeling Samu's head rise from his shoulder with a sigh from the white haired boy.

At one point or another, Samu had taken his hair out of its hairtie, letting it all fall straight. As Samu let his head hang a bit too look at the roses, his hair obscured his face. Souya was quick but delicate in brushing the hair on Souya's side behind Samu's ear. He looked so sad but Souya couldn't find words.

"I'm sorr-" Samu didn't get to finish as the blue eyed twin softly kissed his temple and then playfully bumped their heads together. Souya's eyes were trained on the roses the same as Samu's.

"I'd tell you I love you too. That I've known I've loved you for over a year, and that you're a dork and missed all of my advances" Souya whispered because of their proximity. This felt right. It felt safe.

"I love you Souya" Samu's smile was audible in his words and it made Souya smile too.

"I love you too Samu, my peace dove" Souya was smiling bright as he finally got to use the petname he'd been waiting to use for months. His forehead was still pressed to Samu's temple and they both enjoyed the closeness.

"If I'm your peace dove, you have to be my summer sky. A dove is nothing without the sky" Samu wasn't sure how he'd make a petname out of what he'd just said but he'd figure that out later.

"I love you so so much. I want to take you home and just get to hold you but my brother is going to be a pain" Souya couldn't find it in him to be peeved at his friends anymore, letting out a small laugh. Today had taken a wonderful turn.

"I love you so so so much too, soracchi. And I think cuddles are worth a little bit of an awkward first meet" Samu pulled his head back and Souya opened his eyes as Samu booped their noses together affectionately.

"Agreed. You can meet my mom too" Souya loved looking into Samu's eyes as he spoke to the white haired boy, even more so upclose. Neither he nor Samu understood why but his eyes had this opalescent iridescence to them. Souya thought it was beautiful, watching the colors shift as the boy looked around, but Samu had always said he wished he'd been born with 'normal' eyes.

"Taking me home to meet my future mother-in-law already, soracchi?" Samu teased, watching Souya pull back as he lit up red and fumbled over words. At first he was denying but then he was agreeing and he was just a flustered mess. Samu gently put his free hand over Souya's mouth and then kissed the back of his own hand as if he were kissing Souya. Souya looked like a tomato when Samu pulled back, opalescent eyes watching Souya while Samu giggled.

Souya couldn't even process words anymore, his mind was blank, his heart was pounding so hard with happiness that it physically hurt. He was so damn in love.

"Be my boyfriend.. please..." Souya's whisper came through a goofy grin. Samu lit up, placing the roses on the bench, and basically tackling Souya to the bench with a tight hug and vigorous nods of agreement.

"yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes-" Samu was giggly as he spoke, face burying into Souya's shoulder while Souya smiled and pulled Samu closer. He didn't pull Samu into his lap but he pulled Samu's legs over his own, both arms wrapped around Samu.

"I love getting held by my pretty boyfriend" Samu spoke so happily and Souya swore that with how happy Samu made him, he could take Nahoya's place as 'Smiley'. "However.. if I keep being held so sweetly, it'll be a bit hard to drive me to your home on your motorcycle while I sleep, soracchi" Samu giggled, audibly sleepy.

Souya chuckled and pulled way, standing and picking up the slightly shorter bridal style. This was a shock to Samu who gasped and then sweetly laughed and leaned to give Souya a kiss on his cheek. Samu made grabby hands towards the roses and his bag, Souya leaning them forward so Samu could grab them and put them on his lap.

"Y'know.. I was thinking earlier in the cafe on if it'd be too subtle to give you my second gakuran button" Samu happily hummed and Souya carried him towards the bluenette's bike.

"Well now you have to. Have to make sure everyone knows your heart belongs to someone" Souya teased Samu huffed happily, digging into his bag as they neared Souya's bike. Souya listened to Samu rip the button off the gakuran, jokingly imagining Mitsuya cringing at the action, and watched Samu pull the button out with a proud smile.

Souya was gentle putting Samu down while the opal eyed boy held onto his bag and the roses. Souya gently slipped the hairtie off Samu's wrist, much to the slightly shorter's confusion, before running his fingers though the white hair. Samu looked ready to melt, adoring Souya messing with his hair. Souya was gentle in tying it all up this time, looser than Samu had it earlier since he took it down because of it hurting.

"It might be a little awkward, but you could put it on a necklace maybe? Or a bracelet? If you keep getting in fights, a necklace would be better and close to your heart" Samu smiled at the button symbolizing one's beloved. Souya was definitely his.

"Speaking of," Souya's happiness had fallen a little. He loved Samu. But it would never be unconditional if Samu didn't at least know of Toman. Samu didn't have to meet them, Souya would prefer he didn't so Samu stayed safe, but Samu deserved to know why he'd come home with injuries. And Souya needed to know that Samu eould love him even as a delinquent.

"Hm? You can tell me anything Souya" Samu noticed the seriousness, wrapping his arms over Souya's shoulders and bonking their foreheads together now that his hair was gently pulled into a messy bun. He let his own eyes fall shut so he could listen to his boyfriend and wore a ghost of a smile.

"I.. I'm a delinquent. In a gang too." Souya spoke uneasily, only to watch Samu's smile grow.

"I kinda guessed, my sky. You've said you get into fights a lot and your knuckles always look really hurt, but now I get to patch you up and kiss your injuries better. My pretty delinquent" Samu's words were damn near life changing for Souya. Souya was once again fumbling for words and that got worse when white eyelashes parted and opalescent eyes looked into his from so close.

"I love you" was the only words Souya could whisper out, so he repeated them like saying them was addicting. His arms slipped around Samu's waist and held them almost flush together while Samu giggled and responded to every single 'I love you' with his own.

Souya couldn't help himself from picking Samu up and spinning him around, kissing random spots around the white haired boy's face while Samu laughed happily. He practically glowed despite the sky getting dark.

Souya loved every bit of Samu. From his head to his toes, his heart, his mind, his soul. They felt so much more intertwined than what just two years would've brought.

"We should get going, my delinquent! I'm sleeping over!" Samu laughed as he spoke, kissing across Souya's face now. Souya laughed too, nodding and setting Samu down. Samu was his, his boyfriend, his soulmate, his beloved, his world.

It was a small bit of a process being delicate putting the wood roses and button in Samu's bag where they wouldn't get broken or lost, but it got done and they took off towards the Kawata household. They were not aware that Nahoya had invited Baji and Mitsuya to apologize to Souya and with them he'd accidentally invited Chifuyu and Hakkai over. So now it was a friendly sleepover with three people owing someone an apology.

What they were not expecting was for Souya to bring Samu inside with both of them smiling. Hakkai and Chifuyu had been very quickly caught up on the situation but it was still a shock to see Angry so.. not scowling.

Samu gave a small laugh and poked Souya's side, his smile brightening the room. Suddenly they knew exactly why Souya had fell for Samu. The white haired boy looked, sounded, and acted like heaven incarnate.

"It looks like they were waiting for you, my sky" He teased and Souya walked over a bit pink in the face. He wasn't expecting for Baji and his twin to apologize, Mitsuya he kinda knew would. Samu walked after Souya, hugging him from behind and hooking his chin over Souya's shoulder with a sweet smile.

Those opalescent eyes were stuck on Souya as he spoke with Baji and Nahoya, lightly scolding them to not follow him again. Samu's eyes were clearly those of someone who was deeply in love. He did flick his eyes to the others and give a tiny wave and grin towards Hakkai, Chifuyu, and Mitsuya. All three ended up with their own grins and waving back.

As soon as Souya had stopped scolding his brother and Baji, Samu buried his face into Souya's neck with a small hum.

" 'm sleepy" Samu mumbled, smile audible even with the clearly sleepy tone. Souya turned pink again, having lost it while scolding his friend and brother, and turned his head to kiss Samu's head. Souya very much loved pda, he was typically quiet about his affections when in busy places but physical things like kisses were easy ways to show that he wasn't being cold or ashamed about it.

He turned to the others, Mitsuya chuckling and making shooing motions. Souya mouthed a 'thank you' before turning to Samu and surprising the boy by suddenly picking him up under the thighs. Samu let out sleepy laughs as he held onto Souya's shoulders, lower legs kicking like an excited child.

"Well that was fucking adorable, I'm gonna get cavities if I have to watch them anymore" Baji laughed as soon as the two had gone into the Kawata's bedroom. Immediately he was met with agreements and chuckles. They would of course tease Souya for this later but it was really nice to see him so happy.

"He's found someone who gives him peace against the chaos" Hakkai was really really happy for Souya and that was evident.

"Mm Nahoya? Sky said he's stealing your pillow so I can use his" Samu's energy had dropped exponentially once putting on a slightly top big shirt and pajamas from Souya. Samu was only half peaked out from the hallway but it was very clear those weren't his clothes that he'd come in wearing.

Nahoya gasped jokingly and shot up, ruffling Samu's hair as he passed and lightheartedly started an argument with Souya. Samu chuckled before looking back at the others and once again giving a sweet little wave.

"I'm Ogami Samuru, please feel free to call me whatever, and I'm Souya's boyfriend" Samu seemed unused to calling himself that but so excited to, so Chifuyu fed into that.

"Hello Souya's boyfriend!" He grinned before introducing himself and was followed by the others doing the same. Samu was really happy to have been opened up to a new side of Souya's life.

"Soooo, why do you call him sky? Is it cause of his hair?" Baji asked with a grin, wanting all the dorky details so he could tease Souya more.

"Mm hardly. It was almost completely because he calls me his dove, peace dove specifically, and a dove is nothing without the sky." Samu said and Chifuyu, ever the romance novel fanatic, internally went feral. Honestly the other three were too.

"Wedding dress or wedding suit?" Mitsuya blurted out. Baji and Hakkai's jaws dropped, Chifuyu shaking Mitsuya by his shoulders with random 'thank you's while Mitsuya and Samu just began laughing. Souya, who was pulling Samu in by his collar, turned tomato red. Nahoya escaped his blue haired twin's grasp and laughed in shock at the question.

Samu looked so lovestruck with the idea of marrying Souya, while Souya looked at Samu as if he were realizing this were real and he really wanted to marry Samu.

"Suit for me"

"Dress-suit please!"

Souya amd Samu answered at the same time, Samu's hands coming up to cover his bright pink face and massive grin.

"Come and sit with the rest of us, lovebirds! We wanna know more about future Kawata Samuru!" Nahoya laughed, patting a spot on the ground. Everyone had been chilling in a sort of semi circle so Souya joined and then Samu giggled and plopped into his lap. Samu looked adorably small in Souya's pajamas and in his lap, despite being only two inches shorter than his boyfriend.

"So how did you two meet?" Chifuyu was the first to pop a question, hoping this was just like a romance novel.

"Welll, according to sky, we met shortly after the Jugem and Twin Devils fight," Samu began. On the drive, Souya had basically dropped a bunch of information about his delinquency and Toman and everything. It was fascinating. "We were classmates in one of the only classes he didn't have with Nahoya and he came in really hurt. I offered to take him to the nurse when he started falling asleep in class."

"More like he was passing out- Mochizuki gave us some damn brain damage" Nahoya laughed and Souya rolled his eyes. The blue haired twin had wrapped his arms and was resting his forehead on Samu's shoulder, so at peace like this. Surrounded by friends in a nonviolent situation and with his peace in his arms. It couldn't be better.

"Well now I gotta fight him myself! No one hurts my sky and his twin and gets away with it!" Samu laughed, playfully hitting his right fist to his left palm.

"Wait- two things. One, you've known Souya for two years and we're just now learning about you? And two, can you fight?" Hakkai blurted out both of his questions and Samu smiled.

"To the first one, yes. Souya didn't hide me for any malicious reason, he just wanted to keep me out of general gang stuff. To the second, yes but probably not nearly as good as any of you" Samu rested his head leaning against Souya's.

"Do you fight any specific way?" Baji asks. Souya's grip on Samu tightened a bit and Samu's head shifted so his forehead was against the side of Souya's head, the ivory haired boy motioning for Baji to hold on.

"I'm not joining Toman or any other gangs, alright? An entire gang could get on their knees and beg and I wouldn't. Someone's gotta be home to patch you all up" Souya's grip loosened and he was visibly more relaxed with the comfort from Samu. It was clear to everyone that Samu knew exactly how to comfort Souya in ways they didn't and couldn't. This is the power he had and why he had been Souya's secret for two years.

Samu turned back to Baji with a smile while angling his arm to run his fingers through the blue hair of his boyfriend. "I don't fight any specific way, nor am I exactly great at it, but I'm working on my punches right now at the gym I go to. The owner says my kicks and dodging are currently my best weapons so I need my punches to be better. Can't exactly kick and dodge my way out of danger" Samu chucked. Baji snorted and then covered his mouth while Mitsuya swatted the back of his head.

They both knew exactly who Baji was thinking of.

"Oh my god Mik-" And then Nahoya's head got Mitsuya's swat as well. Samu laughed at the scene before yawning and bonking his head against Souya's gently. He was getting tired, though he was enjoying the socializing.

"Mm?" Souya hummed, trying to pretend he hadn't fallen asleep with Samu's hand playing with his hair. Hakkai chuckled at it.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, your boyfriend seems tired and you've fallen asleep" Hakkai huffs out a laugh and they watch as Samu goes to stand only to not be able to escape Souya's grip.

"Well, enjoy being there until he's awake awake" Nahoya chuckles as he stood. "He usually hugs his pillow with an iron grip, you're not escaping" Nahoya ruffled Samu's hair again, grateful to the boy for making Souya feel so happy and safe.

Samu playfully pouts before getting a mischievous smile. That was a new expression for them to see and they all watched intently, wondering just how mischievous this boy could be.

Samu turned his head so his mouth was by Souya's ear and they watched as he suddenly nipped the shell of Souya's ear with his teeth. Souya gasped sharply, jolting away with a completely red face and now fully awake while Samu giggled and escaped Souya's lap. Baji covered his mouth to stifle laughing while Nahoya wheezed.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Four

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort), moderately detailed panic attack

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Draken watched Baji flatline twice before they even made it to the hospital. He rushed beside the paramedics pushing the gurney all the way to the doors of where they'd perform surgery. As soon as the black uniform clad delinquent sat, he was back to that curled position. Arms wrapped around himself tight, knees to his chest, forehead against his knees.

It looked and felt like he was trying to hide. In this moment, Draken was realizing but trying to deny how important Baji alone was to him. It felt like his entire world was at risk of shattering. Could Toman truly exist without Baji?

Could Draken exist without Baji? If he could, the blond wasn't sure life would ever be the same. Draken knew it wouldn't. Life without Baji would be so different it made Draken's body feel buzzy in the worst ways to even think about it.

"Is he okay??" Mitsuya asked while rushing into the room with Kazutora and the others on his tail. He'd made it very clear that Mikey wasn't to come at Kazutora in any way because Baji wouldn't want that. There was tension that wasn't being acted on but it quickly turned to worry about how uncharacteristic they could all immediately tell Draken was. Especially when the vice commander looked up at them and his cheeks were occupied by still falling tears.

"He–" Draken choked over the lump in his throat and his gaze shot down to the ground in shame. It almost broke him but he gulped down the emotional pain that threatened to make him cry like the terrified child he felt like. "He flatlined twice, they're doing surgery right now"

The words were audibly forced and Mitsuya was quick to walk over to Draken and take the seat beside him so he could hug Draken tight. They were all terrified but Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mikey, and Draken were by far the most scared. They all needed Baji.

It felt like hours before the 'surgery in progress' light flicked off. The doctor that came out nearly jumped at the intense focus on him but gave a short nod.

"He'll survive but he will need to stay in the hospital while he heals." With the doctor's confirmation that the fanged teen would survive, they all could've melted with relief.

"oh thank god" Draken whispered, nearly whimpered, but it was very audible in the quiet room where everyone was still processing their gratitudes to good doctors, hospitals, and modern medicine for existing. None of them blamed Draken's verbal reaction because it was the same thing they were all thinking.

"I'll be back" Draken forced out, standing before anyone could ask what he was doing or where he was going.

Just like Mikey when Draken hardly survived on August third, the taller blond was one to hide his more intense emotions. Draken couldn't remember a single time he'd cried as hard as he did when he got to the roof of the hospital. He walked to the raised walls that supported the condenser units for the ac in the hospital and he slid his back down them.

Out here, alone and without people to see or judge, Draken just broke. His shaky voice and choked out words before paled in comparison to the cries he let out now. He cried out for Baji to not scare him like that again, to not be so reckless, to survive this with no permanent damage aside from a scar.

The blond was sobbing so hard his lungs hurt and it felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. Every centimeter nerves felt electrified and it honestly felt like this was possibly the worst he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't blame Baji at all. He did blame Kazutora but couldn't do anything about it for the exact same reason Mikey couldn't, because Kazutora was important to Baji.

Important enough to die for.

Draken swore to a god he didn't entirely believe in that he would kill Kazutora himself if the gold eyed teen put Baji's life at risk again. If Baji died, Kazutora would follow by Draken's hands and only his.

Draken was ripped from his thoughts, having still been choking out cries, by Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder and a worried frown when Draken jolted hard and immediately restrained the noises of his emotional pain.

"Cry, it's okay." Mitsuya sat beside Draken and the blond immediately gave up the half-assed attempt to not sob. He cried to his sworn about everything he was feeling with no holding back.

From how he'd kill Kazutora if Baji died all the way to how deep his mind spiralled at how much it'd ruin him if he lost Baji. In Draken's mind, Baji was first, Mitsuya was second, and Mikey was third as far as most trusted people went. So he had very little hesitancy in telling Mitsuya that he felt like a scared child, like his world had been ready to shatter, that the importance Baji held in Draken's heart was on a whole different level than everyone and everything else.

"Even Emma?" Mitsuya couldn't keep the question from leaving his mouth, pastel purple eyes closely watching Draken for a response. The vice commander didn't stumble in his answer at all.

"So much more than Emma. More than her, more than Mikey, more than Toman, more than the actual world. I'd rather lose all of Shibuya than lose Baji" Draken's hands moved to wrap around his head that was forming a headache from how stressed he was and how hard he'd been crying. His face felt buzzy and that was one of many reasons he hated crying like this.

"My heart feels like it's trying to break my sternum. It wants to run to Baji and stay with him and make sure he's alive and safe. I was so fucking scared when he went and joined Valhalla, I didn't want to lose him. I can't lose him. If he had asked me to run to Valhalla with him, I think I might have." When he was with his twin dragon, Draken could remove the filter between his thoughts and his words. So he just let it all spill free for Mitsuya to help him with.

"I want to protect him from Kazutora. I want to protect him from every damn thing in this world. I want him to rely on me to be there and keep him safe if he needs it." Draken's words were shaky and tear-stained but his sobs had calmed.

Mitsuya didn't want to be amused or entertained right now, not when Draken seemed to be coming out of a panic attack, but him not wanting to didn't stop that he was. There was no doubt now that the feelings were reciprocated. He was happy for the two and now he could only gently guide them to confess.

"It sounds like you love him. Love love." Mitsuya's right hand reached out and rubbed Draken's upper back, black eyes lifting and looking to Mitsuya in confusion. The purplet could see the question swirling in those eyes. 'But what about Emma?'

"I'm not sure what you should do about Emma but it's clear that your love for Baji trumps your love for her. Even if you dated her, your love for Baji wouldn't just disappear. But it's also the same way around. But that's if your love for Emma was ever romantic in the first place." Mitsuya took pride that he could sometimes help others with their feelings even if he was lost on his own more often than not.

Draken nodded and looked at the tiles in front of him. While Mitsuya still rubbed his back, Draken's own right hand removed his hairtie and ran through his braid to undo it.

"Why the hell did I have to go falling for him? This is so fucked, he's going to hate me." Draken, now with his hair free and his right hand running aimlessly though it, was feeling that fear build up again. Would he be the one to hurt Baji, not Kazutora?

"I can promise you he won't hate you. We know Baji better than that, he wouldn't let something like this change anything." Mitsuya tried to avoid giving away Baji's love for Draken because he wanted the two to be able to confess their own feelings but it was so damn hard.

Luckily an upset Draken was a Draken that took to certain statements easily. The blond nodded and seemed to try to encourage himself to calm down. Maybe if he let himself think on a nicer path?

"Would it be cheesy to confess while burning a car with him? Or I can do it like a stupid schoolgirl and put a note in his shoe locker while he's at school, or tuck one into Peke J's collar?" Draken huffed a small laugh that was an attempt at cheering himself up. Mitsuya snerked at how dorky Draken got when he was anxious about confessing.

The talks they'd had about him confessing to Emma were never like this. Those plans were always simple. Confess with a plush gift, a rose, some piece of jewelry. Draken didn't seem to know how to do something personalized for the blond girl even with how much he knew her. His heart had never been fully into it.

"You could combine those ideas and make him go on a little scavenger hunt. You and I both know he loves playing detective. You could put a note in his locker that points him to Peke J and then have the note in the collar lead him to somewhere where you can burn a car together. You can even be super cheesy and write 'be mine?' with gasoline and light that up?" Mitsuya chuckled at the thoughts that felt like they belonged more in some rom-com that everyone hates so much that they love it.

Draken breathed a laugh and got a small smile, nodding. Mitsuya had never seen Draken the way he looked now. Those eyes shone even without the sun hitting them directly, the blond's cheeks were dusted pink, and the smile had more emotion to it than the second division captain had ever seen. Even right after crying his heart out, Draken looked like he couldn't feel lighter.

"You two are going to be an amazing couple. I call dibs on being your best man, okay? I also call dibs on making your suits or whatever you two want to wear" Mitsuya's words were lightly teasing and immediately received flustered complaints from the taller delinquent. But Draken never denied anything Mitsuya said and that made the latter happy.

"Now, should we go back to everyone? They're very worried about you." Mitsuya started standing, more saying the question to communicate what they'd be doing because he knew Draken would agree.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you dumbasses" Draken chuckled and stood up too, not having any plans on rebraiding his hair. He put it in a loose messy bun like he wore most mornings and followed Mitsuya back into the building.

"We're the dumbasses? Says the one who didn't know he loved his first division captain" Mitsuya immediately kicked into teasing brother mode and Draken turned bright red.

"Oh fuck off, you think I don't see how you eye Hakkai? You look at him like Mikey looks at a kids meal, you're going to devour that poor guy." Draken was jokingly glaring until he made the comparison. Both went silent for a moment before breaking out in laughs despite Mitsuya realizing he was very much not subtle in his own crush. He knew Draken wouldn't go saying anything though, so he didn't exactly mind.

The two walked into the waiting area while calming their breaths from laughing and the others eased seeing Draken much calmer and eased.

"How are you?" Kazutora had been roughly pulled from his destructive delusions when he watched Baji go to stab himself. The Kazutora here was one that knew he was at fault for Shinichiro and Baji even if he wasn't entirely ready to admit it. The Kazutora here was the newest member of Toman and worried about his friend and vice commander. Draken sighed with a smile and nodded.

"I'm alright, had to deal with some shit. How are you all?" Draken was vague because he knew he couldn't hide how pink his under-eyes were. He couldn't hide the rasp to his voice and how sore his throat was from sobbing until he couldn't breathe. So he changed the focus.

Everyone was in similar but very toned-down states as Draken had been in. Of course they were hurting and scared but Baji wasn't the other half of them like he was to Draken. The vice commander nodded and took a deep breath, wondering if it'd be too much for one day if he offered to buy everyone a meal at some fast food place or cafe. Maybe even the place they ate when they first got their uniforms?

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Three

Content warnings: Moderately detailed throwing up, mention of self-injury and self-murder, angst (eventual comfort)

Throught the entire morning of October thirty-first, Baji felt on the brink of throwing up. He hadn't slept for a single minute the night before and his entire body felt like he was electrified. The noiret went as far as not touching people just in case the lightning he felt beneath his skin was actually there. It wasn't a hard task anyway, he wasn't a touchy person especially with Valhalla.

The feeling got landslides worse when they arrived at the junkyard. To an extent that he genuinely had to tell Hanma he'd be back and walk a bit away from Valhalla. The junkyard was long abandoned so it wasn't like he was harming anyone by emptying his stomach about thirty feet away and hidden from the gang he was reluctantly a part of.

He hadn't ate breakfast that morning nor dinner the night before, only smoked and drank after being slightly peer pressured by Hanma and the other uppers of Valhalla to do so. What his body produced due to that was a bitter mix of bile, beer, and stomach acid that burned Baji's throat and made Baji wish he'd brought something to wash the taste from his mouth.

Lucky for him, the masked teen 'Choji' seemed to be the most.. normal (though even calling him that felt questionable) of the gang and had brought himself a bottle of water he planned to hide and grab after the fight. Choji was also the one Hanma sent to go make sure Baji wasn't running off back to Toman.

"Here, don't drink too much or you'll throw up again. You can have it." Choji was short spoken but weirdly caring. Was it caring or just a baseline standard of acknowledging other delinquents as humans with lives and not just cattle for Choji to slaughter? No matter which, Baji let out a raspy gratitude and did as told.

With the first mouthful, he spit it right back out after swishing in hopes of completely removing the burning bitterness. He drank the next half of the bottle and mumbled another thanks after the bottle left his lips. Choji just gave a short nod and began to walk back with Baji on his tail.

All he needed to do was get through this fight. He had no issues sparking infights in Toman before so he would just view this as no different and make Kisaki his main target. In his mind he was still a Toman captain, he was just sparking his usual infights, and Kisaki was a Valhalla member that Baji needed to destroy. That is how he would see this all. That's how he would get through this.

Valhalla walked in when they were introduced and Baji kept his eyes far away from Draken. His planned way of thinking was already failing him and got even worse listening to Draken lay out the condition that, should Toman win, they'd be taking back Baji.

Of course it made him happy they wanted him back, but hearing Draken say that made it all the more meaningful. He was never going to get over this crush was he? Every time Draken made him feel special or important or wanted around, the noiret's cheeks got hot and Baji was damn glad that he didn't visually blush easily. He loved Draken so much but he would never be more than a friend. That's what ruined him.

Luckily Baji had, over the past few days, began to channel sadness into anger. Not at Draken of course. It could never be at Draken. But Valhalla held short spar meetings and Baji had realized that thinking about how he'd never be allowed to love Draken openly made him all the more ruthless. He'd nearly maimed one of the general members by zoning out on reality and into those feelings.

So when both gangs shot off towards eachother, Baji just kept repeating the saddening fact in his mind. He would never get Draken's love, so why not get his hate instead? The noiret wouldn't be able to be just Draken's friend. It'd hurt too much.

The first person he punched was sent absolutely flying and the other Toman members realized that this wasn't a mid-fight turnaround, Baji was genuinely against them right now and they needed to fight their first division captain.

So they did and things happened almost like a blur to Baji. He was nearly too deep in his thoughts to process the things around him.

Hitting Kisaki with a pipe, getting thrown down a little over half a dozen cars, Chifuyu trying to stop him from fighting Kisaki, Kazutora stabbing him, him playing it off and saying it was only a scratch, him fighting fifty Toman members of the third division, him holding a sharp pipe to Kisaki's neck, collapsing, blood, Mikey, Kazutora, his butterfly knife.

And then he was swinging it down while everyone was frozen. At least the noiret thought it was everyone.

"BAJI" Draken yelled, bolting in the direction. Baji was already swinging down but, just like with Osanai, Draken's sense of saving those he cared about was almost inhuman. The blond's hands grabbed Baji's wrists tight and stopped them mid swing. Baji couldn't move his arms even if he tried.

Baji couldn't look up at Draken but he saw the tears from the other as they fell. It didn't take long at all for Baji's eyes to sting and his own tears to succumb to gravity just the same.

"I don't know what the hell is going through your mind but suicide is not the answer. We need you here, Baji. I need you here." In a short moment of emotional weakness, Draken whispered in desperation for the amber eyed 'traitor' to not try to continue the self sacrifice.

"I'm sorry" Baji's words were just as quiet but nearly whimpered out. He didn't fight Draken pulling the knife from his hands and just let them fall to his sides when they were empty. Draken pulled him into a tight hug, both of them just listening to Mitsuya yell for Toman and Valhalla to leave as soon as they all began to hear sirens. Very soon it was just Baji, Draken, and Kazutora. Mitsuya couldn't help but watch from the gate everyone else left through.

"You have to survive this, please." Draken wasn't one to be desperate or cry or even hug people all that often but Baji was so fucking important to him.

"I'm sorry" Baji choked out another apology through gritted teeth and Draken shook his head. "Please leave and take Kazutora, I don't want either of you arrested."

Draken didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. Baji could vouche that Draken wasn't the one to stab him. Mitsuya revealed himself and hurried over, helping Kazutora stand and holding a hand out to Draken. The blond got the message immediately and only pulled one hand away for just a moment to hand over the knife. Mitsuya basically dragged Kazutora away and managed to get out of the junkyard seconds before the ambulance and police arrived.

Baji was quick to tell them that the person who stabbed him had ran and he was even quicker to describe Kisaki as the assailant rather than Kazutora. Draken didn't argue with that because the blond trusted his fanged friend and figured there must be some reason for it that could be explained in private later. Both absolutely insisted Draken ride in the ambulance too.

Draken's tears fell faster when he watched Baji's eyes fall shut and heard the heart moniter let out one long beep. He curled up with his knees to his chest in the seat to stay well out of the way of the first responders and could only pray that Baji survived.

The vice commander understood panic and mourning brought out new colors of a person but this felt so much more than that. It felt like he was losing a part of himself. A very important part. More than Mikey, more than Toman, more than Emma even. Why did Draken feel like a terrified child?

If he'd been old enough to remember his mother's abandonment, would even that feel this strong? Draken didn't think so.

[basorexia-formyboys]

"You talk in your sleep, you know."

Prompts are free to use for both members and non-members. They are meant purely to inspire. I can’t wait to see what you create!

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Two

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort)

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Baji couldn't stand the way Draken looked at him as he walked up through the meeting he wasn't supposed to attend. That look of anger, worry, hurt, oh it made the soon-to-be traitor feel nauseous. Was this really worth it? He had to protect Toman. It had to be worth it.

And maybe Draken hating him wasn't so bad, it meant Baji would have to move on. Baji had known this feeling was love for only a few hours and he already hated how weak it made him feel. So he feigned even more anger and strength while running passed the other captains and punching that blond kid that wasn't even a member of Toman to try to hide that he couldn't look even remotely in Draken's direction.

Honestly he didn't have to act too much on that. While he despised Kisaki, this other guy irritated him in small random ways and the disrespect to Mikey was a good final straw for Baji.

When he caught Baji's arm, Mitsuya's eyes held anger but that paled in comparison to the absolute confusion and disbelief in them. Baji couldn't explain himself either. Explaining himself even alone to Mitsuya could and almost definitely would ruin everything. So Baji just had to make them all hate him.

"Let go, Mitsuya. Or I'll kill you too." Baji spit the words as rudely as he could but only ended up with a bitter taste in his mouth when Mitsuya only looked more confused. It felt like Mitsuya was way too close to figuring Baji out, it almost scared him.

"What are you trying to d–" Baji didn't let Mitsuya finish, yanking his own arm away and looking towards Mikey while yelling the blond's name.

Baji was as composed as he could be about announcing his betrayal and hurrying out.. but those damned eyes. Dark black eyes from the vice captain that felt like the only significant reaction from all the people there and those eyes did not like him. Those eyes would never look at him with love, would they? Especially not now. Baji let his mind wander far as he walked towards the alley where he'd be meeting Kazutora.

Would things be different if he was a girl? Was it the way Emma acted? Dressed? Her hobbies? He could never pull off being like her even if it meant being with Draken. He'd love to but Baji knew he could never appear as sweet as she did. The amber eyed teen couldn't be less alike from Emma, could he? They were damn near polar opposites and Draken had already unconciously made it a point that it was Emma he loved.

Even if Baji was a girl. Even if Baji bleached his hair and wore contacts and looked like Emma. Even if Baji had the same interests as Emma. Even if Baji took on the same personality. He would never be her. He would never be the one Draken loved.

"Long time, no see, Kazut-" This time it was Baji getting interrupted. He only had to glance once at the smile morphing into worry on Kazutora's face. Two years and his childhood friend could still read some parts of him, huh? Not the parts that gave him away as unloyal to Valhalla but definitely the parts that gave away his emotions having more depth than just betraying friends.

"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?" Kazutora couldn't help his tone being defensive but Baji was quick and sincere in the denying shake of his head.

"No. Mitsuya just.. made me aware of something with myself way before the meeting and it's still hitting hard." Baji chuckled almost humorlessly. The little humor he did draw from it was purely mockery at himself. He knew he couldn't avoid it so he'd just vague it and hope Kazutora didn't care enough to ask. The only person Baji would willingly verbalize his feelings to was his mom. She was an adult with life experience so maybe she could help? Maybe Ryusei's or Chifuyu's moms even?

Baji was grateful when yellow eyes only squinted his way for a moment and then moved on after figuring that it probably wasn't gang related. Baji had already told his mom to ignore and shut out any calls or appearances from Toman members and that he'd be staying with Kazutora for the next eleven days as a sort of celebration of the honey eyed teen's release juvie.

In reality, it was just so none of his Toman friends would be able to contact him and try to bring him back. His will and determination to protect Toman was strong as hell but he wouldn't survive eleven days of his closest friends voicing that there were other options.

Baji knew there were other ways to go about this, a lot of them. But none of them felt as easy as this. All he had to to was join Valhalla, beat the shit out of Kisaki and expose him, get him kicked out of Toman, and return to Toman with explanations of why he did what he did. He just had to push through this all.

Kazutora made that pretty easy with how Valhalla, Mikey, Shinichiro hardly came up outside of meetings with aforementioned gang. It genuinely did feel like a celebration of the tattooed teen's release. They burnt a car on the first night for nostalgia alone and then ran wild across Kabukicho, Harajuku, Shibuya Crossing, and many other busy nightlife places. It was exhilarating.