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Never-ending dance (Tokyo Rev oneshot)

Chifuyu decided to take up dancing classes just to find out that Sato was attending those classes too. Chifuyu being Chifuyu, he couldn't forgive his betrayal and the fact that he stabbed back of the first and only person he respected. "Seems like we are in the same class, cutie♡" Sato teased Chifuyu the same way he used to when they first met. Chifuyu scoffed and ignored him just to soon find out that he was being paired up with him just because they lacked 2 female dancers and everyone else in the practice-dancing-room already had dancing partners. Ballet, tango, waltz, you name it, all possible dances Chifuyu had to practice with the person he hated the most. Person who made fun of him and his fighting style was trying to fix his every move in dancing too.

"Did you know that dancing and fighting are quite similar?" Sato was trying to get Chifuyu's attention and break the silence between them as they were dancing. It annoyed Chifuyu who was still mad at him "Just because we are partners now doesn't mean Baji or I will forgive you" he whispered in the most aggressive manner. Sato chuckled as if it was fun for him and it was which annoyed Chifuyu even more he continued to ignore Sato and his explanations until the class came to an end.

"What am I supposed to do?" Chifuyu heard a voice behind him as he was putting his dancing shoes away in his locker. Chifuyu turned around knowing damn well it was Sato "What do you mean? You should apologize to everyone you betrayed!" Chifuyu's furious voice almost echoed throughout the room. Sato quickly covered Chifuyu's mouth "So if I apologize will you practice with me more often?" he asked with sparkles in his eyes. Chifuyu rolled his eyes before nodding and agreeing to that ridiculous deal.

Day after day Chifuyu had to somehow handle Sato's behavior because he insisted to go on a walk with Chifuyu after every lesson. For Chifuyu it was just another chance to watch Sato to make sure he wouldn't betray him, as for Sato it was yet another excuse to hang out. One day after dancing classes Sato invited Chifuyu over to his place but Chifuyu rejected the invitation. Sato couldn't give up so he invited Chifuyu to another specific place. After they got there Chifuyu was shocked that Sato brought him to a nightclub while it was still afternoon. "So would you prefer this or my place?" Sato asked Chifuyu smiling at him. Chifuyu was taken aback by Sato's ridiculous question, he was convinced that Sato was only messing with him. Sato grabbed Chifuyu's hand which shocked him even more "I am tired of holding it in" Sato whispered right after pulling Chifuyu close. "What are you-" Chifuyu's question was interrupted and before he could realize it Sato was already kissing him. Chifuyu tried to pull away but Sato was too strong for him. Every time Chifuyu almost pulled away Sato was turning it into some dance move. "LET ME GO!" Chifuyu shouted close to having an anxiety attack. Sato listened and slowly released him from his embrace "I'm sorry... I know what you're going to say." his voice really sounded regretful but Chifuyu kept his distance "You want to shout at me to stay away I am sure of it, sure I'll do it. You don't have to say a thing" Sato said before leaving a piece of paper on the ground and walking away.

Chifuyu locked himself in his room after the incident, he couldn't stop thinking about it "He liked me all this time? Like for real? All this teasing was for a reason?" Chifuyu said all those questions out loud to make sure it sounds believable every day at least twice. One night Chifuyu had a nightmare which made him blame himself for his reaction, the voice of Sato was stuck in his head, asking him to dance with a disorted voice then apologizing for his behavior, eventually giving up on trying and walking away.

One day Chifuyu decided to call Sato and confront him about the other day. "Hello?" Sato's voice came from Chifuyu's phone immediately giving him regrets "It's me..." he didn't know what to expect at this point, Sato was slowly becoming someone he barely even knew, a new person, a stranger. "Oh hi cutie- I mean Chifuyu, have you calmed down yet?" Sato was definitely making it difficult to be mad at him, which was again new to Chifuyu. "Stop making me feel things... I felt angry, I felt anxious, I even felt bad for you. I felt bad for my reaction! Do you understand?" Chifuyu finally let all his thoughts out, everything that bothered him about Sato until that very moment. A slight chuckle echoed through the phone "Have you never been in love or do you think it's not possible?" Sato's calm voice made Chifuyu think over everything again "I need more time to think" he said before hanging up.

Next day Chifuyu decided to go on a walk to stay calm so he can think over the entire situation in peace.

T.B.C

The story will continue after my blog hits 100 followers, please don't rush it by recommending my blog to other people. I want to write it at my own pace. Meanwhie you can talk to Chifuyu outside the story. I know I said I would keep the Chifuyu asks open until 50 followers but I can't seem to find any ideas to continue the story. If you have any suggestions you can say them in comments, reblogs or ask box.

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Imma just log out...

*sits in the corner of shame* I will stay here until my birthday

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HII! I hope you’re taking care of yourself :) I wanted to request TR boys sneaking in your room at 3am to wake us up and do some stupid stuff with them but they end up confessing afterwards. If not then that’s totally okay have a nice day/night!!

I Just Wanna Be Yours

Includes: Kazutora, Hanma, Ran

Note: I recommend playing I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys for a better experience! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption (not underaged drinking), slight suggestive teasing in Kazutora's part. Rest is fluff.

Kazutora

Usually every other teenager would jump at the chance to sneak out in the middle of the night to do god knows what unholy things as a result of them surely getting grounded for life by nagging parents. But, you were different. 

Unlike your friends who always stayed out, doing their own thing, you decided to spend your weekend enjoying time to yourself while relishing in the joy of getting a full eight hours of sleep before transitioning back to dealing with your stressful weekday routine of high school. Your mom was out of town working, so there wasn’t any point in sneaking out. Besides, you preferred staying home compared to running the streets.

You enjoyed the time alone and getting a good night’s rest was a bonus!

You had already freshened up and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas. Slipping into the warmth of your comforter and numerous pillows, you sighed in content. 

There was nothing better than getting ready for bed after relaxing on a Saturday. 

Everything was just perfect. The room was cool, your bed was warm to perfection, and your eyes were already droopy, ready to be closed for rest. Nothing could prevent you from sleeping through the night. The moment your head made contact with your pillow, you were out like a light. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. 

It seemed as if you hadn’t fallen asleep at all when you were suddenly startled by the sound of what seemed to be small pebbles knocking against your window. 

Your eyes flew open at the small pangs against the glass. You quickly sat up, heart beating partially fast at the sudden disturbance. You glance at the window, and then to your nightstand where your digital clock sat. Squinting, you briefly check the time that glowed across the small screen: 3 A.M.

Who on earth could be up at three in the morning throwing rocks at my window??

You certainly didn’t know. Anyone who knew you knew better than to disturb you on your weekends. 

Once again, the pang of rocks against your window rang in your ears. 

Groaning, you rubbed your temples. 

“This is ridiculous…” you muttered, already annoyed at the disruption of your precious sleep.

Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed and quietly padded over to the window, determined to find out who could possibly be disrupting your sleep at this ungodly hour.

Unlocking your window, you slide it up, and peek your head out.

“Pssst! y/n!,” a familiar voice whispers from below.

Cocking a brow, you look down, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes and a familiar head of blonde and black locks.

“Kazutora? I-Is that you?” you replied in the same hushed tone.

“Quick! Throw down the rope will ya?”

He must be joking.

“Go to bed!” you deadpanned.

His eyes were wide, “W-what? Please! It’s cold!”

You sighed tiredly, glancing back inside your room and back to your pleading friend. 

“Wait there!”

He smiles in reply, nodding as he waits for you to throw down his entrance to your window. 

Searching your closet, you found an old knot of sheets you had made into a rope. After all, this wasn’t the first time Kazutora has shown up to your window asking to be let in. However, it was the first he’s ever come unannounced. He knew better, so why not warn you ahead of time?

You tie one of the ends to your bedpost and throw the rest of it down. Afterwards, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed that faces the window. Patiently, you waited for Kazutora to climb through, which didn’t take very long. 

Less than five minutes later, he managed to get himself halfway through. Soon he’s slumped against the floor, grinning like a dork at you.

Frowning, you crossed your arms.

“Don’t tell me you're mad at me for waking you up?” he quipped.

“Kazutora…it’s too late to be pulling stunts like this. We’re not little kids anymore.” you huff, giving him a pointed look.

His grin staggers, flashing a guilty grimace. “I-I know, it’s just…I didn’t have any plans so I was hoping we’d go on–I don’t know–a little adventure,” he pauses, glancing back at you and then shooting his gaze at the ground, “like we used to…” he sighs.

Your harsh stare softens and your shoulders relax. 

“If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve said something,” I whispered. 

He perks up, hopeful eyes captured by your own. There’s a pause, a quick silence.

“You know I won’t say ‘no’ to you Kazutora.” You breathe out.

There’s more silence between you two, and at the moment, you didn’t even care that it was late and you were losing sleep. You didn’t want him to leave, but it was hard to really sit in the same room with him right now. It was tense, and neither of you dared to speak up. 

There’s a sudden shift in weight next to you on the bed, looking back up, you turn to the side, meeting your friend’s slightly flushed face.

“Hey, um,” he clears his throat, “that…was a lie.”

Your brows furrowed. “Hm? What do you mean ‘tora?”

Situating himself more comfortably on your bed, he folds his arms, holding your curious gaze.

“The truth is…I just…I wanted to be with you. I-I missed you, I guess.” 

You blinked a few times, processing his words carefully so as to not mistaken his intentions. But, once it clicked what was going on, it was pretty clear to you as to what the poor boy was trying to say. So far, he was as red as a tomato, and it killed you at how cute he looked. You got the hint, but you would rather hear it from him.

“What’s that mean?” you asked coyly, leaning in towards him with a grin. You dropped your hands to your sides, awaiting a response from the struggling juvenile.

He takes a shaky breath, swallowing thickly as he considers his next words. 

“I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you s’all…” he mumbles.

Clicking your tongue, you get on all fours, slowly crawling towards Kazutora until he’s backed up and eventually trapped between you and the mattress.

“Kazutora, do you…like me?” you teased.

He nods, his head hazy and spinning from the close proximity. “I-I do!”

After the small confirmation, you were satisfied, immediately collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest. 

“Good. ‘Cuz, I like you too!”

Groaning, he envelopes you in a warm embrace, returning the small ounce of affection.

“W-why didn’t you say something sooner then?!” he whines.

“Because you're cute when you’re nervous!” You laughed airly.

For the rest of the night, he stayed with you, falling into a deep sleep in the comforts of your warm bed.

Hanma

There wasn’t a night that went by that Hanma didn’t appear from your bedroom window. He was always welcome to use the front door. You even went as far as to give him an extra key to your apartment. 

However, according to your manic friend, using the door “wasn’t as welcoming” compared to using your window as an entrance. Either way, you didn’t mind Hanma’s company or his random appearances. 

It was comforting in a way. It was like a fresh touch of color to your daily plain routine.

Tonight was exactly the same. 

Hanma had recently texted you not too long ago, saying he’d drop by to hang out. Per usual, you had opened your apartment’s window, waiting for Hanma to climb down the apartment balcony staircase. 

From there, you would wait in your bed with a book in hand as you waited for Hanma.

Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the wall. Turning your attention from your reading, you meet with the familiar wicked smile of your awaited guest.

“Hey there sweetcakes. Missed me?” 

Rolling your eyes, you bookmark your page and place the book on your nightstand.

“Hardly.” you lied.

Hanma scoffs, climbing through the opening of your window with a noticeably big plastic bag in hand. 

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you eye the items in the bag with a questioning stare. 

“What's in the bag?”

“Hm? This?”

He grins, proudly raising the bag in his left hand as if he had just found gold, “I’d thought we would make some weed brownies and try ‘em!”

“W-weed WHAT?!” you choked, baffled at how calm he was at the sudden proposal of doing something very much illegal.

He cocks a brow, “Hm? What? You don’t like brownies?” He questioned thoughtfully. 

You were ready to smack him upside the head and scold his ass right on the spot, but you caught yourself and recollected your composure before losing your cool.

“Hanma…it’s not normal for ordinary people to spend the night making weed brownies.” you sighed, smoothing the lines on your forehead.

“Where the hell did you even get the weed?”

“I know a friend,” he simply shrugs, walking over to you and casually situating himself next to you on your bed. 

Both of you rested against the headboard of the bed, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet with nothing but the rambunctious sound of the ongoing city of Kabukicho filling the gap between the two of you. 

“Have you ever made a weed brownie before?” you chimed, staring at the chipped ceiling of your small apartment. 

“Yeah, plenty of times.” he muffledly replied, lighting the cigarette that rested between his lips.

“Let’s make some tomorrow.”

He gently blows a puff of smoke, smirking as he turns his head to you, “Sure thing Sweets.”

You chuckle at his ridiculous pet name, while a warmth spreads across your chest, rising to your cheeks. 

“Hey…” he pipes up, turning your gaze towards his own. “I’ve, um–been meaning to tell you somethin’.”

“What’s that?” you asked warily, a small grin gracing your tired features.

“...I really like you y/n.” he sighs, once again exhaling a large cloud of smoke from his thin lips. 

You knit your brows together, eyes searching his expression for any foul play. 

“Hanma…” He turns his gaze back to you, “did you eat a weed brownie before coming here?”

He flicks your forehead.

“Ouch! Hey!” you rub your forehead while using your other free hand to swat his shoulder.

“That’s for asking dumb shit. Of course I didn’t.” he scoffs, mildly glaring at you.

You huff, settling down in your spot as you process his sudden confession. 

“But, why?”

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, taking small puffs of his cigarette before resting it between his fingers. “Why what?”

“Why do you like me?”

There’s a heavy silence weighing down on the two of you. Hanma stares at you for a little longer, before turning his attention to the blank, dull walls of the room. 

“I like you because you're different.”

You return to face him with your own stare. 

“Different, how?”

He smirks and returns your fixated gaze, “Give me a chance and you'll see~” he winks. “You won’t regret it.”

You did give him a chance. And you never regretted it at all.

Ran

You weren’t expecting a visit from Ran. Especially through the window of your run down apartment building. 

You just came back from taking a double shift from work. It was well past 2 in the morning and all you wanted to do was crash for the night. 

Trudging through your apartment, you kick off your shoes and sling your bag on the couch. 

You make your way over to the fridge where you kept a bottle of wine. Grabbing the bottle you take it with you into your bedroom. 

Once you close the door behind you, you turn around and are met with a familiar lanky figure in your bed. 

“Oh, great your home.” Ran casually exclaims as he thumbs through a random book from your shelf. 

He glances at you and then down to the wine bottle in your hand. Cocking a brow, he folds his arms and says, “Rough night?”

“Yeah,” you sigh dejectedly, trudging over to his spot and settling next to him in the bed. 

“Mind if you share that?” he asked, nudging his elbow gently to your side with a tired smile.

You hum, handing over the bottle while you stare at the static TV screen. “Go ahead.”

He gently grasps the bottle, easily unscrewing the cap and downing a good mouthful of the bitter liquid before handing it back to you.

“You should seriously get that thing fixed.”

“I don’t mind the static…” you wearily say, downing your own mouthfuls of the harsh liquor.

“You had a rough night yourself?” you asked, looking over to him to study his features more closely. He’s usually covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes after getting into another brawl. Tonight was just that.

Ran’s once porcelain, smooth skin was now littered with small cuts and a few bruises. Nothing major to damage the face. You could even go so far as saying he looked more handsome when he was a little roughed up. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. He’d never let you hear the end of it.

“You could say that.” he chuckles, turning his attention to the static of the TV. 

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“...would it make me feel better?”

“You tell me.”

He stays quiet for a moment, shaking his head.

“I got into a fight.”

“Well duh, I already know that dummy.” you sigh, pinching your bruised cheek.

“Ow, so mean.” he pouts, turning to face you again. 

You suppress the smile creeping on your lips and press them into a firm line.

“Why did you start a fight?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m the one who picked a fight first.”

You give him a pointed look, ignoring the lousy answer. Your eyes narrow as you press for the truth. 

“Ran.”

Now it was his turn to sigh. “Ok, so I did start it first, so what?” he huffs, staring back at the TV. 

Your gaze softens at his hardened tone. You gently take his hand and squeeze down gently. 

“Why?” you voiced softly.

Once again he goes quiet, attempting to find the proper answer to your persistent questions. When he does, he doesn’t look at you, he just continues to stare at the static screen of the TV.

“Because they mocked the woman I care about the most and I’d be damned if I didn’t teach them a lesson about bad-mouthing you.” he muttered irritably, his hand tightening around your own. 

You were shocked, not just by the subtle confession, but also by his angered expression.

For the first time, you saw Ran Haitani angry with someone else besides his little brother. And deep down, it touched you knowing that he cared. 

Smiling, you wrap his arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to him and pulling the covers over the both of you. 

“That’s fine with me.” you whispered against him.

"Really?" he whispers back.

You hummed," Yeah. I'll let it slide this time. But afterwards, not more pointless fighting."

He smirks.

"Yes Ma'am."

For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in each other’s company, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

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Okay I have ascended to Celestia

eagerness for sex and moans with baji/chifuyu/kazutora please 🙏🏻🙏🏻

A/N: okay so i have no clue whether this was ment to be poly or not, but I made it poly cause.. I can and it's better, yk it is.

Baji let out a teasing moan as you leaned down, making you shoot back up in embarrassment as you shot him a glare.

"The hell?" you half ask as he gives you a glance through his lashes.

"We want to fuck, y/n." kazutora says nonchalantly as he walks into the room, heading to the fridge to grab some water.

"Yeah!" chifuyu chimes in as he peers around the corner with Peke J.

You let out a sigh as your face went pale;

"All of us? At once?" you asked, earning a few deadpanned glances from around the room.

"How the hell would that even work? No sweetheart, we would each have our own turn." kazutora comforts as he brushes his hair back with his hand, his golden locks still coming down to frame his face.

You let out a breath you hadn't know you had been holding as you glanced at the time from the clock on the wall.

"...35 minutes. That's how long one person gets." you mutter as you look away, a strong blush overtaking your face as the boys perked up at that proposal.

"I wanted longer, but fine." baji groans, his canine fangs catching his lip slightly to make him appear similar to a cat.

"I get first dibs, they yell my name better anyways." Kazutora starts as he picks you up off of the couch, easily throwing your over his shoulder despite your protests.

"What?! You promised I could-"

"I make them moan more." baji challenges as kazutora shoots him a sharp glance.

"I get first dips." kazutora ends the conversation right there as he continues down the hallway.

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I just realized that people can actually see if people who used to be mutuals blocked one another by just checking comments and reblogs

I feel like I'm gonna puke from anxiety

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I'm screaming

6 n 8 for the fic ask game ‼️‼️

ty ty for the ask taku <3

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

pfahahaha oml yeah. i’m over my cringy warrior cats fanfictions fron 5 years ago but i am NOT over my ayathoma smut fic from september 2021. seriously the only reason it’s still under my name is so i can flex with my 14k hits and 570 kudos adhkgsfjgd 😭 god i am begging all of you to ignore and forget that it exists. thanks 😭😭

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

ohh okay i actually have two answers for this bc i’m not entirely sure abt the older one. but that would be an entire warrior cats fan arc, even with some special adventures and a short adventure. i started working on it in 2019 and to date i’ve only written three chapters, plus i’d have to revamp it all, but something kinda tempts me about it... (this one is actually published lol but i am not gonna tell you where)

the other one is the first tokrev fic i ever started writing, that was back in december 2021. so old... okay. the fic is in hanma’s pov. basically kisaki survives getting hit by a truck but is in a coma for months (close to a year?), and when he finally wakes up he’s lost most of his memory, including everything he used to know about hanma. hanma is devasted but tries to befriend kisaki again, but kisaki doesn’t want to have anything to do with delinquents now because he can’t remember hina and thus doesn’t have any reason to. meanwhile hanma is still hopelessly in love with him, but kisaki doesn’t even know that... they try to become friends some more, until kisaki eventually tells hanma that this won’t ever work and hanma confesses in despair. kisaki tells him that he’s sorry, but that he doesn’t at all feel the same (perhaps anymore, since he doesn’t remember what he used to feel) and hanma finally accepts that kisaki simply doesn’t like him at all now. that’s it lol tho uhm. tbh i kinda wanna revamp it now... with a happy ending... and focus on kisaki still having all of his feelings/emotions from before but taking a while to figure out that the person he misses so much bc he’s in love with them is hanma because he can’t remember hanma, only his feelings for him? like. amnesia fics where they fall in love again are cool and all but like. what if neither of them ever fall out of love. what if the only problem is kisaki is so fucking dense he doesn’t know who he’s in love with even though he sees hanma every day. because kisaki can’t piece the longing ache in his heart together with the guy who visits him every day bc apparently they were best friends or smth before he lost his memory even tho he feels weirdly warm n comfy around him and gets those familiar comfy feelings when he’s with him and also hanma looks very nice and makes kisaki feel safe and happy and all giddy inside. but even then kisaki longs bc they’re friends and not boyfriends, and kisaki just can’t piece together that the longing is for hanma even if they’re close bc he longs for romantic love when they’re only platonic and he is fucking STUPID and oblivious when it comes to himself

ask game link

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*sits in the corner of shame* I will stay here until my birthday

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I might not be the type to write full-blown smut fanfics but I can hint on sexual tension between the characters by at least giving them flirting or kabedon scenes.

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Baby Daddies: feat. The OG Black Dragons (Shinichiro Sano, Keizo Arashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Takeomi Akashi)

wc: 1.1k

tw: mentions of children, fluff

masterlist

song recommendation:

Changing Diapers - Keizo Arashi

"Keizo!"

Your shout brings the massive man out of his shed where he tinkered with his bike in peace. You meet him halfway on the patio, holding up his drooling son with your dirt-covered fingers.

"Diaper." Keizo takes the baby out of your hands without a complaint, stepping over your half-full pots and placing the child on his chest with care.

"Ooh, you stink, little man." The baby lets out a short gurgle, curling his fist into Keizo's shirt while he walks to the baby's room. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up."

The process for Keizo is simple: undo the diaper, remove it, clean, vaseline, then new diaper. He's gotten it down to a science that minimizes accidents, which astounds even you. After the first pee-mid-change, Keizo learned two things:

1. His son loves to laugh in the middle of pulling his little pranks, and

2. waiting it out is impossible.

So he's gotten it down to less than two minutes (unless it's just a disaster), and usually, the tyke isn't too fussy about being outsmarted. Usually.

Today doesn't seem to be one of those days, though.

The sharp cry once Keizo finishes changing him is not foreign, and he lifts his child up into his arms, holding him close while the baby signals his absolute displeasure.

"I know, I know. Daddy doesn't let you have any fun when you're being changed," he hums as he sways back and forth, soothing his son into less and less fussing. "Mommy always gets the worst, though. You give her the business."

"Not funny," you mutter, walking past the room with your potted plant in hand. "We can't all be the Flash when changing diapers."

"I could teach you," Keizo calls out, smiling brightly.

"You already did," you reply sullenly. "I'm still too slow."

"Mommy'll learn, won't she, little man?"

Best Gifts - Takeomi Akashi

Rattle, rattle, rattle.

"Daddy, what did you get me?"

"Open the package and find out," Takeomi chuckles, taking a glance at you before focusing back on his little girl. She tears open the wrapping and gasps, yelling and bouncing while the two of you watch and laugh.

"It's a nerf gun! It's a nerf gun!" The girl unpackages the toy with Takeomi's help, and he shows her how to load the foam bullets into the gun.

"You take each one and put them in the clip," he begins, placing each one in with calculated slowness. Your child watches intently, eyes wide as he then slides the clip closed. "Now, you have to learn how to aim properly."

Takeomi slides the target poster out of the box and goes to the opposite wall, pinning it there before stepping back. "You think you can hit the middle of this target?"

"Yes," his daughter affirms, then presses the trigger of the gun. The first bullet misses the target entirely, bouncing off the wall.

"Alright, you've got to hold it so it's steady," Takeomi mutters, showing her how to do it while positioning her arms properly. "Then make sure it's aimed properly before shooting." The bullet narrowly misses, barely two inches shy of the target.

"Okay, you have two bullets left," Takeomi notes, and the girl groans. "So what do you do?" When she takes the gun and shoots with one hand while advancing on the target, Takeomi's mouth goes dry. He's seen that technique before.

It's his technique.

"Wonder where she learned that," you muse behind him, sipping on your hot chocolate while he tries to teach his daughter that 'no, that's not how you do it when you're a beginner'.

Best Bedtime Story - Wakasa Imaushi

"The prince said, 'Let down your hair!' And what did Rapunzel say?"

"The fuck you want me to let my hair down for?" His six-year-old daughter cries out, hands thrown up in the air. "It takes a long time to get it this clean!"

"That's right," Waka replies, nodding as he turns the page. "Then the prince said, 'You're right, Rapunzel. I'll just take the stairs.' So he walked up the stairs and was met by the evil witch."

"And then he beat her ass!" His other six-year-old cries out, his fists clutched tight. "He beat her so bad that she couldn't walk for a month."

"Then he saved the princess," you interrupt, opening the door to the twin's room. "And took her to eat at a nice diner before asking if she wanted to meet up again."

Busted.

Waka swallows hard, then glances at his children, who look away from the door and at their hands.

"Right," he replies, closing the storybook.

"And then the Queen asks the King how the royal children know so many colorful words."

"And the King says..." Waka purses his lips. "That we should talk about it in the kitchen. Night, kids."

"Night," they call out, ducking under their sheets while you drag him to the kitchen.

"It's Takeomi's fault." He instantly breathes, trying to stave off the argument. "I swear. They always come home with a new word." You squint, pursing your lips while you observe him.

"That's believable," you whisper, turning around and facing the stove. "Tell Takeomi he's not on playdate duty anymore."

Best Baby Talker - Shinichiro Sano

"Ba, ba, ba, ba..."

"Ba, ba, ba..." Shinichiro answers the baby in his lap, leaning forward and smiling at the little boy. "And then what did she say?" The baby replies with a gurgle and a sharp laugh, which makes Shinichiro laugh as well. "No, she didn't." Shinichiro is fully engrossed in his conversation while you look over the couch, watching him babble excitedly with your son.

It's been like this for months, where Shin will just... talk with your baby like he can understand him. And you're thrilled to see him interacting with his firstborn like he's fully acquainted with the small child.

"Remember when we first got him?" he wonders, catching your attention.

"You mean when I gave birth to him?" you laugh, and Shinichiro smiles up at you.

"He was so small. Now he's talking and grabbing with his baby nails..." As if to emphasize his point, your son grabs Shin's skin and pinches unintentionally, making the man hiss. "Little things can cut through atoms, I swear."

Shin lifts the child up and presses kisses onto his chubby cheeks before placing him on his shoulder and standing. "This is fun," he breathes, eyes glassing over as he thinks about the future. "We should have another one."

"Not anytime soon, I hope," you sigh, running your hands over your son's face. "One is enough for right now."

"I don't know..." Shin muses. "Think he needs someone to play with."

"You're his playmate," you retort, pinching Shin's cheek. "Best Dad of the Year, remember?"

"Best Dad of the century," he replies, pecking your cheek. "Hands down."

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My cat always comes to my room and I'm considering renaming him to Prince, yes he's my little prince and I'm the father <3

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Kokichi: My favorite part about being gay is probably the gay.

Source: Tumblr

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Rantaro: I don’t know why people go to therapy when they can just dye their hair.

Source: Brandon Rogers

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And even more new chibi's!!!! This time with a camp theme! (Taiju's actually giving us a sort of peaceful smile for once!??)

Tokyo revengers x GraffArt shop

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Damn false alarm

He said he won't leave in the end

Got into a drama with my boyfriend arguing about who should block who

PLEASE BLOCK ME

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Drawing through pain