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𝗖𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗚𝗚𝗦

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗺𝘅𝗺 — 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .ᐟ.ᐟ

__ ★₊˚﹟ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⊹ ࣪ '

𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 ::

𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸.

⚠︎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲

:: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸..,

Fire — the whole house was on fire.

“It’s that bald cat’s fault, don’t look at me like that” (name) mumbled guiltily, avoiding his brothers’ gaze towards him.

What even happened? Everything was going smoothly without any worries, (name) only wanted to make scrambled eggs for his brothers to prove a point that he, (Name) Haitani can cook.

・・・・・

A frustrated (name) was seen in the kitchen along with both older males who stared at him with teasing smiles. “Just admit it (nickname) you can’t cook for life. You need us to babysit you to ensure you won’t be going along to Jesus anytime soon.” The very eldest of the three mocked him, giving the youngest a soft pat.

“I can cook ok?! Y’all just don’t know about it and I don’t need the left and right hand of Satan to babysit me” he fired back, glaring at his two brothers who only seemed to worsen. “Yeah, yeah, ok little brother we believe you.” Rindou said with a hint of sarcastic lacing in his voice.

(Name) fumed, groaning. Why are his brothers so annoying? Sometimes, (name) would just carry a scotch tape with him just in case their mouths will start to blabber about things that would surely awaken the anger in him. “Shut up, y’all oldies and ugly.”

Pulling the ‘ugly’ and ‘old’ insult was (name)’s go-to when he can’t think of anything to rebut to his brothers’ claims. It always works though with how the two valued their looks.

Ran rolled his eyes, feigning offense. “Hey, I’m not ugly!!” 

“The mirror from ‘Snow White’ would crack if it sees you to be honest.” (name) gave them a side eye before picking up Kokonut, his cat that Koko bought him as a birthday gift to the counter. Rindou burst into laughter at his younger brother’s comment, clearly amused by his playful insults, while Ran went to look at himself in the mirror to prove to everyone (not like they care though) about how beautifully hot he is.

Rindou went to get something upstairs while Ran was busy talking to the mirror, leaving the younger Haitani in the kitchen to operate. Not even for a while, a bang was heard coming from the kitchen and a soft “ouch” from (name), making the older males sprint towards the kitchen worriedly.

“Are you ok, (nickname)? What happened?” One of the males asked, worried for their little brother who gave them a thumbs up from beneath the floor, his small hand seen behind the counter. “ ‘m fine!!” He reassured his brothers who sighs in defeat.

Ran facepalmed, helping (name) stand up and dusting him off while the other older picked up the fallen utensils and a frying pan. “Not even a minute in the kitchen, and there’s already a new disaster.” He stated nonchalantly as if to mock the younger about his ‘capableness’.

(Name) bared his fangs, snatching the pan from Rindou. “It’s not my fault I slipped!!” The male with dual blue and yellow streak locks snickered “More like you were being clumsy again.”

The eldest decided to back up the middle child, a chuckle escaping from his throat. “Just admit it (nickname) that you can’t cook to save your life.” 

“Shut up before I hit you with this frying pan. Anyway, I know how to cook, ok? Egg is my specialty!!” (name) stated with a proud look, his voice filled with arrogance. The two raised an eyebrow skeptically, “Egg is your specialty? Pfft- that’s not much of a flex.”

Ran chimed in, “You know that even a five year old can make eggs right? That’s the easiest thing to cook.” 

With that, the both of them snickered, clearly unconvinced about their little brother’s claim of specialty. They know the younger would write threads about how to cook this and that, but he will and just can’t apply it to himself with whatever reason God gave him when he made (name) knowledgeable about kitchen stuff, yet make chaos whenever he is in the vicinity. 

“My eggs are different, they're top notched. Just watch and see.”The male then took the pan and placed it on the stove. Gathering his ingredients, he cracked the eggs into a bowl directly and seasoned them with salt.The two brothers watched the younger intently as he began making scrambled eggs. They tried to hold back their amused smiles, still skeptical of his cooking abilities. After scrambling the eggs, (name) turned on the stove over a medium heat. 

As (name) poured the eggs, he felt a pair of eyes on him. It was Kokonut, their mischievous sphynx cat, eyeing the proceedings with keen interest. With a sizzle, the eggs hit the pan, (name) began to whisk vigorously. But before he could even add a pinch of his special ingredient that makes his scrambled eggs ‘unique and top notched’, Kokonut made his move. 

The cat leaped onto the counter, swatting at the eggs with a playful paw. "No, Kokonut, stay away!" (name) pleaded, but the cat wasn’t listening.

In a whirlwind of chaos, Kokonut darted around the kitchen, knocking over spice jars and swiping at anything that caught his attention. "Hey! That’s not for you!" (Name) protested, trying to fend off the cat without losing control of his eggs.

Ran and Rindou watched from the doorway, highly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before them. "Looks like Kokonut has a taste for chaos," Rindou remarked with a smirk. “Just like the owner, I guess,” the other chuckled, watching the chaos unfold.

“That’s not edible, you stupid bald cat!”

“Don’t steal, that’s mine!!”

“Watch it, Kokonut!!”

“Stop!!!!!”

Ran chortled “Oh man, that cat is relentless”

Rindou shook his head, “Pfft- can’t even cook in peace without the cat trying to steal everything.” 

They sure are enjoying the chaos ensuing in the kitchen. As (name) and Kokonut engaged in their battle, the unmistakable smell of something burning filled the air. Panic set in as the youngest turned to see smoke billowing from the pan. "My eggs!!" he exclaimed, rushing to the stove, while his cat gave him a hard time by scratching his clothes. “Stop it, the egg is burning, you bald- oh fuck”

But before he could finish his sentence and salvage his breakfast masterpiece, disaster struck. In his haste, the boy accidentally knocked over the oil bottle, causing flames to erupt from the pan. "Fire!" he shouted, frantically waving a dishcloth in a futile attempt to extinguish the fire.

Ran and Rindou rushed into action, taking a bucket and dousing the flames before they could spread further. Amidst the chaos, Kokonut hissed indignantly, his none-visible fur bristling from the commotion.

"Call the firefighters!!" (name) cried out in distress, still frantically trying to blow out the fire, only succeeding in fanning the flames further. By the time the firefighters arrived, the kitchen was a scene of mild disaster. Not just the kitchen, but the whole house. 

With smoke lingering in the air, the poor house was a charred mess, and Kokonut sat beside (name), licking his paws innocently. While (name) stared at the burning house with horror, the firefighters trying to put off the fire.

Ran and Rindou looked at (name) with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Well, you did prove one thing," Ran quipped, trying to stifle his laughter. "Yeah," Rindou added with a grin. "You definitely sparked some excitement in the kitchen. The spark was so big it ate our entire house"

“Shut up both of you will you? My egg…” (name) pitifully cried, crouching. A glare directed to Kokonut once in a while. The two older brothers shook their heads at his mournful cry, a mixture of amusement and sympathy on their faces.

Rindou facepalmed, “You’re crying over a burnt egg, but not our now ashes house?”

And that’s how they ended up homeless in less than thirty minutes.

˙ . ꒷ 𝗲𝗻𝗱 . 𖦹˙—

───

A fluff oneshot with the Haitani's because I love them both!!

I've been dying to write this, but my job and studies kept me busy (·•᷄︿‎•᷅ ). Anyway, I'm writing an Izana x male reader next, I don't know when though. My schedule is packed.

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Igop pota

Tokyo revengers (Sano Manjiro)

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AAAAAAAA ;_;

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I HAVE A BIGGG HEADCANON OF RAN BEING SUCH A FAN OF DESIGNERS, BUT SPECIALLY YSL.

HE WOULD WEAR ONLY GLASSES IF THEY WERE YSL. HE WOULD MODEL JUST IF IT'S FOR YSL. HE WOULD WEAR HEELS OY IF THEY WERE. HE LOVES YSL.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FINE OMG.

THIS COULD BE PERFECTLY RAN IN BONTEN. WHERE DID MY CLOTHES GO??????????

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𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗺𝘅𝗺 — 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .ᐟ.ᐟ

__ ★₊˚﹟ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⊹ ࣪ '

𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 ::

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁.

⚠︎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

:: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸..,

The rain fell in heavy sheets, drenching the city in a somber gloom. (Name) stood outside the old café where they used to meet, its once warm and inviting glow now dimmed by the passage of time. He clutched his phone tightly, the lyrics of "Sana" by I Belong to the Zoo playing softly through his earbuds, each word piercing his heart like a dagger.

Draken arrived, his motorcycle splashing through the puddles. He removed his helmet, revealing the familiar lines of his face, now shadowed with regret. He approached (Name), his footsteps heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

"You called," he said, his voice barely audible over the rain.

(Name) looked up, his eyes meeting him with a mixture of pain and longing. "We need to talk," (name) replied, his voice trembling.

They found shelter under the awning of the café, the rain creating a melancholic symphony around them. Draken looked at (name), his heart aching at the sight of his tear-streaked face. "I'm here," his voice was soft, as if he was talking with a sleeping baby by their side, afraid to wake it up. "Tell me what's on your mind."

(Name) took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "Why didn't you tell me about Emma?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Why did you let me believe that we had a future together?"

Draken was shocked to hear (name)’s statement. Closing his eyes, the memories of Emma flooded his mind, overlapping him and (name)’s memories together.

"I thought I could move on," Draken admitted. "I wanted to be with you, to find happiness again. But a part of me was always with her."

"Did you ever love me?" (Name) whispered, his voice filled with anguish. "Or was I just a way to fill the void she left behind?"

Draken's eyes opened, filled with a sorrow that mirrored (Name)'s own. "I did love you," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "But it was different. Emma...she was my past. I tried to let her go, believe me I tried my hardest (name)...but I failed."

(Name) wanted to scream, to shout out his pain to the world. No, not just to the world, but to Draken as well. (Name) wanted to release the overwhelming emotions building up inside him, yet instead, he kept it all inside. Clenching his fists, (name) bit his lip, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He put on a brave face, a mask to hide the turmoil within him.

(Name) shook his head, despite trying his hardest to stop it, his tears fell and mingled with the rain. "You should have been honest with me. You should have told me that your heart was still with her."

He knew it, deep down, but he never wanted to face it. Every time he spoke, every time he did something that felt natural to him, Draken's eyes would shift, his smile would falter. It was subtle, but (Name) noticed. At first, he thought he was imagining things, that maybe he was just being paranoid. It wasn't just Draken, either. Mikey had noticed it too. 

One day, in a rare moment of frankness, Mikey had pulled (Name) aside and told him, "You know, sometimes you act just like Emma. That's probably why Draken is so attached to you."

He remembered the way those words hit him like a punch to the gut. He tried to laugh it off, tried to tell himself that it was just a coincidence. But it was hard to ignore the truth. Every time he did something that reminded Draken of Emma, his expression would change. It was as if he was seeing a ghost, reliving memories that were too painful to bear. 

(Name) wondered if Draken saw him as a rebound, a way to fill the void that Emma had left behind. It hurt, knowing that no matter how much he tried, he would always be compared to her.

There was the time they had gone to the amusement park, the same one Draken and Emma had visited. Draken had seemed happy, but (name) could see the shadow of Emma in his eyes. Every laugh, every smile, was tinged with a bittersweet memory.

(Name) remembered the night they had watched the stars together, lying on the grass and talking about their dreams. Draken had been quieter than usual, and (name) had known he was thinking about Emma. It was in those moments that (name) felt the most invisible, like a ghost trying to touch the living.

It felt like (Name) was the dead one instead of Emma. 

It wasn't that Draken didn't care about him. (Name) knew that Draken did, in his own way. But it was clear that Emma's presence was always there, lingering between them. It made (name) feel like he was constantly competing with a memory, and it was a battle he could never win.

It hurt, realizing that maybe he was just a rebound, a replacement for someone who could never truly be replaced. He wanted to be more than that, wanted Draken to see him for who he was, not just as a reminder of Emma. But how could he compete with a memory? How could he ever be enough when he was always compared to her?

He wanted to be angry, to shout at Draken and Mikey, to tell them that he was his own person, that he wasn't just Emma's shadow. But he couldn't. Because deep down, he understood. Emma was irreplaceable, and no matter how much he tried, he could never be her.

(Name) could never fill the space she left behind.

So he stayed silent, swallowing his pain, his jealousy, his frustration. He stayed by Draken's side, even if it meant being his reminder of Emma. Because even if he was just a rebound, a replacement, it was still better than nothing. It was still something.

"I was afraid," Draken admitted. "Afraid of losing you, afraid of facing my own feelings. I thought I could bury my pain and move forward, but it only hurt you more."

Draken never talked about Emma much, but (name) knew she was always there, a lingering presence in his heart. He could see it in the way Draken looked at him, not really seeing him but seeing someone else. Every time he said something Emma used to say, every time he did something Emma used to do, it was like he was a shadow of her, a poor imitation trying to fill a void that could never be filled. 

(Name) wiped his tears, his eyes held anger and sadness warring within them. "You did hurt me, Draken. Every time you looked at me and I saw her reflection in your eyes, it shattered me."

‘Please don’t look at me like that…’ (Name) said to himself, staring at Draken’s eye. He didn’t see a reflection of his own, but a blonde haired girl with the warmest golden orbs there is, and his boring eye color could never compete.

The blond tried to reach out, but (name) stepped back, the distance between them growing. "I never meant to hurt you," Draken stated, his voice breaking. "I thought I could make it work, but I was wrong. Emma…just make me so happy like no one else"

(Name) looked at Draken with eyes full of pain, his words to Emma cutting deep, making him bleed, not by blood but tears. 

"But you said I was the one who made you happy like no one else," (name) said, his voice barely a whisper. His tears falling down one by one, filled with a whirling angst of emotions. 'It's a lie huh'

Draken's heart ached at the pain in (name)’s voice. "You did," he said. "But it was different. Emma was my first love, and I thought I fully let her go, I’m sorry (name)..."

The heartache gripped him like a vise, a physical sensation that threatened to overwhelm his senses. It began as a dull ache in his chest, a heaviness that made it hard to breathe. When he heard those devastating words, the pain intensified. 

Draken’s words made (name)’s mind raced, the sentence replaying on his mind over and over again like a broken record. Each repetition drives the pain deeper, like a knife twisting in an open wound. It's a dull ache that radiates through his entire body, leaving him feeling numb and hollow.

His throat tightened, constricting with unshed tears and an ache that seemed to radiate through every fiber of his being. The weight in his chest grew heavier, a burden that he struggled to bear alone.

(Name) shook his head, tears falling freely. "I can't compete with a ghost, Draken." 

The tall man’s shoulders sagged, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. "I'm sorry," he apologized again, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "We had plans, Draken. We talked about a future, about growing old together. But all along, you were still living in the past."

Draken didn’t say anything, too ashamed to even make eye contact with the latter. (Name) looked away, his heart heavy with the weight of lost dreams. It hurts so much. It's the kind of pain that makes him want to curl up into a ball and cry until there are no tears left to shed.

The blond tried to reached out, his hand trembling. "I want to be with you," he said, his voice filled with desperation. "I want to make it work." But (name) shook his head, stepping back. "I can't," he replied, his face showing no emotion, but his breaking voice betrayed him.

"I can't be with someone who's not fully with me, Draken. Let’s end this whatever we have."

Draken's heart shattered at his words, the reality of his mistakes hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Please," he pleaded. "Give me another chance."

(Name) knew Draken would kneel to keep his loved one, to make them stay by his side by all means, but (name) wasn’t Emma and he will never be Emma. 

(Name) looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I need time," he said softly. "Time to heal, time to find myself again. I can't be with you, Draken. Not like this."

The man nodded, his own heart breaking at the finality of (name)’s words. "I'll wait," 

"I'll wait for as long as it takes. And if you never come back to me, I'll understand."

(Name) turned away, the weight of his own decision pressing down on him. He walked into the rain, leaving Draken behind, his figure a shadow in the storm. 

(Name) loved Draken so much, but Draken loved Emma too much.

As the song played on, each note a painful reminder of what they had lost, both (Name) and Draken knew that some wounds could never fully heal. The love they once shared had been consumed by the ghosts of yesterday, leaving behind only memories and the bittersweet hope of what might have been.

Maybe in a different life where (Name) is himself, and not a shadow of Emma, they could make it work. But there's only this life, and that's the one they have to navigate.

˙ . ꒷ 𝗲𝗻𝗱 . 𖦹˙—

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𝗕𝗘𝗧

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗮𝗷𝗶 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗺𝘅𝗺 — 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .ᐟ.ᐟ

__ ★₊˚﹟ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⊹ ࣪ '

𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 ::

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗷𝗶'𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

⚠︎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵

:: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸..,

"I don't have time to deal with some nobody," the dark-haired youth grumbled, his expression sour as he glanced over at the person assigned to tutor him. (Name) raised his left brow, is this the one he’s gonna tutor? One look and he knew this was going to be a headache.

"I don't care who you think you are, Mr. Three-in-One Palmolive endorser, I’m here to tutor your brainles ass" (Name) came the sharp retort, delivered with a sassy smirk. The response didn't please him, (name) could see it in his expression. A boy who wears his emotions on his sleeves then. But there was something in the way the other held his ground that intrigued him—a mix of annoyance and fascination in his eyes.

"Watch your tongue," he snapped back, trying to assert authority, but the person opposite him remained unfazed. To him, Baji seemed like one of those entitled rich kids he'd tutored before for money, but there was something different about him and them—you didn’t tutor him for money, but was forced.

As the top student in his class and the student president, he often found himself paired with the least enthusiastic students for tutoring sessions. With an exasperated eye-roll, (name) dropped the stack of papers in front of the lounging boy, signaling the start of their session.

"You better watch your mouth, or I'll use this pen for more than just writing," (name) threatened, pointing it squarely at Baji. His response was a dismissive huff. Despite harboring a faint desire to improve academically, he had long since given up himself to mediocrity.

He would, I mean he could have easily ditched the male, but he wouldn't dare; disappointing his mother was not an option for Baji. Making her proud, even without medals and certificates, drove him to at least strive for that diploma.

Just like that, he and Baji would meet up from time to time for the tutoring session. Initially, (name) and Baji started out like oil and water—constantly bickering and tossing insults like hand grenades, but somehow it all worked out in the end.

Lately, though, something didn't sit right with (name) about Baji. He stared at his boyfriend, who had been acting strangely for months. (Name) of course knew he was in a gang, the boy used to flaunt it around like a damn olympic achievement. But this level of secrecy and quiet was new. From elementary school enemies to inseparable partners, (name)’s relationship with Baji was anything but ordinary.

"Are you cheating on me?" He bluntly asked, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. Baji's eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and offense flickering across his face. Why would (name) even ask such a thing?

"What? No way!" Baji’s denial was swift and vehement, staring at his boyfriend as if he had gone crazy, well to be exact he thought one of (name)’s braincell popped. 

"Then why are you sneaking out this late? I know you’re in a gang and you guys have tendencies to hold meetings almost midnight, but for God's sake, Kei!! It's two in the morning, almost three at that!" (Name) shouted at him, pointing at the clock on the wall. 

“I’m just tending some business,” Baji replied vaguely, deflecting (name)’s concern. His nonchalant response only fueled his frustration. "Business to tend or a woman to tend?" He scoffed, unable to contain his irritation as he turned away from the noirette and stormed out of the room.

Deep down, (name) knew Baji wouldn't cheat on him. His mother's wrath alone would be enough to deter him from such foolishness, her chancla would descend on him like the hammer of Thor if he did. But still, (name) couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He’d accused his boyfriend partly to coax the truth out of him. Despite his tough exterior, The raven haired male was a soft-hearted fool—a wild one, sure, but one who understood how to respect and treat a woman.

As (name) paced the hallway, his mind raced with worry. He had overheard snippets about Kazutora's return and his vengeful intentions from a glasses kid and a lanky looking guy. Baji's recent behavior fit into the puzzle, but the pieces didn't quite add up.

"He better not be keeping secrets from me," (name) muttered under his breath, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Of course (name) knew about the long haired male’s past. Baji had hesitated to share his past with him long before, afraid that revealing his actions might lead (name) to judge him harshly or even leave him. Yet 

despite his fears, he chose to confide in his boyfriend. When he saw (name)’s understanding and support, he felt a sense of relief and gratitude for having opened up. 

After that, Baji would always come to (name) whenever he needed someone to lean on and listen to him yap about serious and unhinged things. Thinking deeply, he didn’t notice Baji's hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. He practically launched himself into the male, catching him off guard.

"What shit are you on now?" (Name) snapped, more out of concern than anger, though frustration still lingered. "I'm not cheating I swear!!" Baji's voice was urgent, pleading for his boyfriend to believe him.

"You swear?" He shot back, a touch of sass in his tone, testing Baji’s resolve.

"I swear on my mama, (nickname)!!" Baji's arms wrapped around (name) in a desperate hug. He gently pushed Baji back, fixing him with a steady gaze full of worry. "I know you too well, Kei. Tell me the truth," he urged, his voice tinged with concern.

"I..." He hesitated, biting his lip. Baji knew he couldn't hide his odd behavior forever from (name). He was far from naive; in fact, (name) was the sharpest and smartest person he'd ever known. After all, he is his boyfriend.

"Kazutora got out of Juvie not long ago, he wanted revenge and I joined him," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and determination. Baji trusted (name) deeply, knowing he was the only one who could understand his complicated loyalty to his old friend. When the two of them first met, he found (name) annoyingly brilliant, like an Einstein in the making. But soon, beneath his sharp wit and academic prowess, he discovered a fierce, unpredictable spirit that intrigued him—a sharp-tongued boy with layers Baji couldn't resist.

Baji had been scared of (name) at first, though he'd never admit it. That time he beat down men twice his size, because Baji came home black and blue? It scared the hell out of him. After that, he vowed to steer clear of anything that might leave him bruised—but sometimes, that's easier said than done.

These days, (name) has grown accustomed to it all. No longer does he transform into a hulk when he's injured, though the male still worries incessantly—a fact that makes Baji feel guilty. Like his mama, Baji hates causing his boyfriend concern or missing dinner with him. Even though he'd never admit it, he'd choose (name)’s cooking over yakisoba any day, despite his lack of culinary skills.

"Kei, I know you care about both of them deeply, but this isn't something you can fix by taking sides. You can't force a victim to forgive, baby. Manjiro can accept, but forgiveness might be a long road for him; the scars from that accident run deep.

Manjiro needs time to come to terms with what happened, just like Kazutora did. I understand you want to help, but taking sides won't solve anything. Remember how Kazutora felt when he thought everyone had moved on without him? Now Manjiro feels that same sense of betrayal. It's about giving them space to heal on their own terms, even if it takes a while. They're your friends, and I know you want the best for them. Sometimes, that means letting them navigate their feelings without interference."

(Name) said gently, hoping his words would resonate with Baji amidst the complicated emotions swirling between his friends. 

"But I—" Baji hesitated, struggling to find the words to express his inner turmoil. He knew (name) was right, but he felt trapped between loyalty to his friends and the weight of their escalating conflict. What was he supposed to do when both Kazutora and Manjiro seemed determined to tear each other apart? He didn't want to lose either of them. They were more than friends; they were his family.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and helplessness written across his face. "I don't know what to do," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "It's like no matter what I try, I'm just making things worse. Kazutora wants revenge, and Manjiro can't forgive him. I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of a war I can't stop."

"Shush, come here, you're not leaving tonight. We've been together since elementary, Kei. I know you wish things could go back to how they were, but we have to face reality. Healing isn't easy, especially when there's so much pain and history involved. Manjiro and Kazutora have deep wounds that won't heal overnight. They need time to process and come to terms with everything that's happened."

(Name) paused, gently stroking Baji's hair as he continued, "You can't force forgiveness, Kei. It has to come from a genuine place. What they need from you now is understanding and patience. Show them that you care, but don't pressure them into reconciling. Sometimes, just being there for them, supporting them through their individual journeys, is the best thing you can do."

Baji looked up at (name), his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "But what if they never forgive each other?" he asked quietly.

The male sighed softly, his own heart heavy with empathy. "Like I said, healing takes time, there’s no wound, that time can't heal. Both Manjiro and Kazutora need that time. It might take years or even decades, who knows? But I believe everything will work out. They just need a little nudge to start communicating. 

Manjiro doesn't have to forgive, but he can learn to accept, and Kazutora doesn't need to forget, but he can move forward. They can move on from their past hatred and start anew. So, baby, don't push them to forgive. Forgiveness takes time, just like healing. Now come on, your boyfriend demands attention," (name) said, wrapping his arms around Baji with a reassuring smile.

Baji stared at him, wide-eyed with shock. It was the first time (name) had spoken to him in such a way, with such clarity and wisdom. Baji felt a wave of gratitude wash over him for having opened up to his boyfriend once again. Embracing the male back, Baji nodded slowly, absorbing his boyfriend’s words. "I just wish they could see past their anger," he murmured, his gaze distant as he wrestled with his emotions. "I want them to understand each other like they used to. I want us to be like we were before."

He squeezed the noirette’s arm gently, trying to offer him some comfort. "Change takes time," (name) reminded him gently. "All they need is a little space and time to heal. With patience and understanding, I’m sure they'll find a way to come back together."

"You're right," Baji said slowly, processing his words. "They don't need to be okay like before. We can start anew, find a different way forward." He looked at (name) with newfound clarity, understanding that healing and reconciliation wouldn't happen overnight, but they could begin.

(Name) smiled softly, sensing the weight lifting from his shoulders. "Exactly," he affirmed, his voice calm and reassuring. "Sometimes, starting fresh is the best way to mend things.". 

Baji looked at the male gratefully, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and lingering uncertainty. "Thanks, (nickname)," he said quietly, using the nickname that was reserved only for him. "I needed to hear that, I needed your perspective." (Name) smiled, leaning in to wrap his arms around Baji. "Anytime, Kei," he whispered, holding him close. 

"You're the best, (nickname). You should be a psychiatrist," Baji chuckled softly, leaning into the male’s embrace. He found comfort in these moments, relishing the chance to be vulnerable and cared for, knowing his boyfriend will always be there and care for him.

"Yeah, I should become a psychiatrist. Now pay up, that was 30 minutes so that'll be 30 kisses, please," you teased, giggling as he peppered your face with butterfly kisses.

A whole week had passed since then, and Baji would often come to (name), ranting or just visibly breaking down. Despite being just a teen, he was grappling with the strained dynamics between his two maniac friends, both seemingly allergic to communication. 

As a civilian and outsider to their circle, (name) understood his boundaries; he couldn't intervene directly in their personal issues. Still, he offered Baji a listening ear, suggestions, and comforting words whenever he needed them. After all, as his boyfriend, he knew the importance of being there for Baji during these turbulent times.

Right now, you were far from home, in the middle of a gang fight that seemed light years away from the cozy moments with your boyfriend. How did it come to this?

It started innocently enough. (Name) noticed Baji acting strangely—more attentive, even planning a study date, which was unusual for him. Curious but respectful of his privacy, he decided not to follow him. Instead, he thought he’d surprise him with the lunch he forgot. Little did (name) know, this simple act would land him smack dab in the middle of a gang showdown.

Dodging punches and kicks, (name) relied on his past as a gymnast and some martial arts training from his demanding Asian mom. The irony wasn't lost on him; a civilian like himself, thrust into gang warfare because of a forgotten lunchbox.

In the midst of the chaos, he could see his boyfriend, Baji fiercely battling the rival gang members.The adrenaline pumped through his veins as he fought, knowing that his skills were a mix of necessity and upbringing. 

Dodging fists and bending to evade kicks, (name) swiftly lifted his left leg and aimed a kick at the guy in white's head. Not many knew, or rather, not many knew (name) was once a gymnast and had learned martial arts—a testament to his Asian mom's high expectations that he excel in everything. The pressure had been intense, but it had its benefits, especially in moments like this. 

Evading and handling these wannabes was fairly straightforward for (name), until a burly man entered the fray. Unlike the typical street fighters who relied on brute force, he seemed more strategic, likely an executive of the white team judging by his distinct attire. It caught his eye—the subtle differences in his design marked him out among the crowd, noticeable only to someone attuned to such details, like him and perhaps those who wore similar attire. 

Weaving through the chaos, (name) sized up the burly man as he closed in, his movements calculated and precise. Anticipating his next move, he raised his right arm to shield himself from the latter’s punch, but he feinted, aiming to catch (name) off guard. 

Reacting swiftly, he ducked under his swing just in time, relying on his instincts and years of martial arts training to read his intentions through subtle shifts in his posture.

"My turn, stray cat," he taunted with a smirk, seizing the opening. Swift as lightning, (name) launched an uppercut, aiming for his jaw. Despite not being the largest fighter, his technique and speed compensated—each strike packed with precision and force honed from countless hours of practice. The impact landed solidly, eliciting a grunt of surprise from your opponent as his head snapped back.

The fight continued around him, the din of the fight echoing through the parking lot. (Name) sidestepped another attacker's wild swing, countering with a quick jab to the ribs. Adrenaline surged as he danced between opponents, every move calculated to exploit weaknesses and openings. Each opponent brought a different challenge, but his training and experience allowed him to anticipate their moves with a dancer's grace and a fighter's ferocity.

As the fight intensified, (name) kept his focus, eyes scanning for openings amidst the chaos. A burst of energy surged through him, fueled by determination and the need to protect himself in this unexpected brawl.

"You're not taking me down that easily," (name) muttered under his breath, sweat beading on his brow as he lunged into the fray once more, ready to face whatever challenges the brawl threw his way.

The others soon noticed (name)’s presence, a slight figure amidst the chaos, holding a sakura bento while clad in pajamas. It was an odd sight, but one that commanded attention.

"Come at me if you want your tooth fairy to pay you a visit tonight!" He shouted, a maniacal grin stretching across his face, revealing a hint of playful aggression. (Name)’s fangs were on display, a shared trait with his boyfriend. Both of them had a ferocious edge, like rabid dogs, but whereas Baji had a bark, (name)’s bite had a lethal potential that could dispatch opponents in an instant.

Being short, agile, and flexible, he proved elusive, dodging blows effortlessly. Even if they managed to land a punch, it barely phased (name).

"I miss this feeling!" He exclaimed with a crazed grin, his eyes gleaming with adrenaline. Punching someone square in the nose, the male heard the sickening crack echo in his ears. The sight of blood on his hands felt as familiar as the paints he used back home, and the metallic tang and desperate cries filled the air like the scent and rhythm of his favorite book and most listened-to song.

"He-help!! He's a monster!!" One of the males that surrounded him ran away with a horrified face, but (name) quickly seized him by the hair and dragged him back.

"Thank you for the compliment," he sneered, "but you ain't going anywhere. I'll beat you up until you look like that chopped pork of your mother's in the refrigerator."

(Name) bashed the guy’s head with the other guy he held by the neck, using each one as a makeshift shield. "So it was you guys who stole my boyfriend's time and messed with my homemade bento!" he yelled, fury fueling your strikes. 

With a swift knee to the stomach and a sharp elbow to the jaw, (name) sent one staggering back. The adrenaline surged as he dodged another swing, countering with a fierce uppercut that landed square on a jaw, snapping his head back.

The chaos around him swirled into a blur of fists and kicks, but his focus was sharp. Ducking under a wild punch, he spun around, driving his heel into the knee of an oncoming attacker, sending him crashing to the ground with a pained cry. Sweat dripped down (name)’s brow as he continued to fend off the onslaught, every move calculated to maximize impact and minimize risk.

A brief pause in the onslaught allowed him to catch his breath, surveying the scene with a mix of adrenaline-fueled determination and frustration. "Had enough yet?" (Name) taunted, eyeing the remaining opponents warily. They hesitated, unsure how to deal with the small, agile figure who seemed to dance through their ranks with deadly precision.

One of them lunged forward, but (name) sidestepped gracefully, grabbing his arm and flipping him over his shoulder with practiced ease. Another attempted a sneak attack from behind, but he sensed the movement and spun around, catching his wrist mid-swing and using his own momentum to slam him into the nearest wall.

The fight continued with ferocity, each blow echoing through the parking lot. "Stay down!" (Name) growled, delivering a swift series of punches that left his assailant reeling. Despite the chaos, a part of him relished the adrenaline rush, the thrill of combat mixing with the primal satisfaction of defending what mattered to him.

As the last opponent staggered back, (name) took a moment to assess the aftermath. Breathing heavily, he wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, the taste metallic on his tongue. "Don't mess with my bento," he muttered under his breath, adrenaline beginning to ebb as the reality of the fight settled in. “I almost burned down the house making it and you guys ended up messing it, fuck.”

It has been so long since (name) had stopped fighting, Baji's worry for his safety was visible in moments like these. He feared not just the physical dangers but also the legal consequences if things went too far. "I'd rather you burn down the house than end up behind bars," he had joked once, his concern clear.

In the chaos, (name) moved with the agility of someone trained in gymnastics and martial arts. Dodging a wild swing, he spun around and landed a solid kick to the chin of an approaching adversary. He staggered back, clutching his jaw in pain.

With adrenaline pumping, the male used the momentum to flip backwards and landed in a defensive stance. Around him, the brawl continued with shouts and clashes.

Baji was occupied with his own challenges, unaware of his boyfriend’s presence in the brawl. He dealt with rivals intent on causing trouble, while nearby, (name) handled himself against another group.

As he landed from his flip, (name) scanned the scene, planning his next move. The sounds of grunts and curses mixed with breaking glass filled the air, adding to the tension.

In the midst of the chaotic fight, (name) felt in control, effortlessly dodging and countering the amateur moves of his opponents. They were no match for his quick reflexes and the skills he’d honed over years of practice. Brawn and brain? (Name) got it all. 

As he was grappling with another fighter, completely focused, a sudden impact struck him hard from behind. It took a moment for the pain to register; adrenaline kept most of it at bay. The sound of the impact echoed loudly, momentarily silencing the other brawlers as they turned to see what had happened. (Name) found himself in the thick of it, wearing his pajamas now stained with his own blood. The adrenaline coursing through his veins dulled the pain temporarily, but (name) knew it would hit hard once the rush wore off.

Feeling the warmth of blood seeping through his clothes, (name) gritted his teeth against the throbbing ache spreading from the impact. The clang of the bat hitting him reverberated in his ears. Stumbling forward, (name)’s head stung with a sharp, spreading ache. Blood trickled down his face, creating an image of someone from a horror scene. 

Dazed for just a moment, with a deep breath, (name) quickly regained his balance and turned to face your attacker. Ignoring the ache spreading across his head. The assailant's eyes widened with surprise at (name)’s resilience. Despite the pain, he stood ready to defend himself, there’s no way (name) will let himself die in this pathetic parking lot. He didn’t even marry Baji yet and had ten cats as children.

A certain guy with obsidian hair saw red. How dare they…

"How dare you touch my man!!" 

Baji shouted, launching himself at the guy who hit (name) with the bat. It was kind of hot, hearing him call (name) his, without any shame, especially with so many people around. He tackled the guy to the ground, throwing punches with a fury (name) had never seen before. “No one touches him and gets away with it!” Baji shouted. 

Baji's rage was palpable as he continued to pummel the guy who hit his boyfriend. The other gang members hesitated, unsure if they should intervene. (Name) could feel the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, dulling the pain from the bat strike, but he knew it was going to hurt like hell later. Baji stomped at the guy's head for what felt like the tenth time when (name) finally grabbed his arm, signaling him to stop. He turned to him, his face a mixture of worry and anger. 

“Kei, stop! You’ll kill him!” (Name) yelled, struggling to stand up, the world spinning slightly from the impact. Baji paused, breathing heavily, and looked over at him with wild eyes. Seeing (name) struggle, he snapped back to reality and rushed to his side, his face etched with worry.

"What do you think you are doing here, you dumbass?! This place is not for you!" He scolded, but his hands were gentle as they touched (name)’s bleeding head, trying to assess the damage. Quickly, Baji pressed a handkerchief to (name)’s bleeding head to stop the bleeding.

“I brought you your lunch. You forgot it,” The male managed to say with a weak smile, holding up the now slightly squashed bento box. Baji shook his head in disbelief, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes. With a sigh, he shook his head. (Name) always had a way of making his heart stop with worry and then beat faster like no one else.

“You’re insane, you know that?” he muttered, pulling him into a tight hug. “Stay close to me. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

With Baji by his side, (name) felt safer. "Stay close to me. If I have the biggest count, you'll wash the dishes for the entire month, and vice versa," Baji suggested with a grin, starting to punch everyone in his way. There was no point in stopping his boyfriend now. He knew (name) was stronger than him, and he is proud of it, but (name) couldn't guard himself against everyone. But worry not, he’ll punch the hell out of anyone who tries to get to you.

The couple both moved through the crowd like a well-oiled machine, covering each other’s backs and taking down opponents left and right. Baji’s punches were fierce and relentless, while (name)’s agility and precision kept him one step ahead of the attacks coming his way.

"Eight down!" (Name) called out, sidestepping a wild swing and delivering a swift kick to his attacker’s midsection.

"Ten!" Baji shouted back, grinning as he sent another opponent crashing to the ground.

The fight was chaotic, but having Baji by (name)’s side made it feel almost manageable. The two of them created a protective bubble around each other, working seamlessly to keep the other safe. Every time (name) felt a pang of pain or fatigue, he would glance at Baji and find the strength to keep going.

"Fifteen!" He yelled, feeling a surge of adrenaline as (name) knocked out another thug.

"Seventeen!" Baji responded, clearly enjoying the competition despite the circumstances.

Just as (name) was about to take on another opponent, he noticed Baji taking a hit to his side. Without thinking, (name) jumped in, landing a solid punch to the attacker’s jaw and sending him sprawling.

Baji looked at his boyfriend, a mix of pride and concern in his eyes. "Now that’s hot," he muttered, giving the male a smirk before turning back to the fight.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, the last of the gang members either fled or were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. (Name) and Baji stood back-to-back, catching his breath and surveying the scene.

"I think I won," (name) said, panting and giving Baji a playful smirk.

"Fuck, now I get why God paired them both," Draken said, shivering as he watched the couple bash the enemy's heads and knock out teeth like it was completely normal.

Mitsuya chuckled beside him, sweat dripping down his face. "Looks like we have a power couple here, huh?"

"More like a couple of rabid dogs with deadly rabies," Draken chuckled, punching a Valhalla member who entered their bubble.

People stared at the couple with wide eyes. This was the first time they saw a Valhalla member fighting Toman while protecting a guy who was beating up Valhalla members. Love does crazy things, it seems.

At the end of the fight, (name) and Baji were both battered and bleeding, almost passing out from the injuries. (Name) had a wound on his head, almost bleeding to death and was losing blood fast, but he didn't regret a thing. Kazutora was almost dragged back to juvie, because of stabbing Baji, but Mikey managed to pull him out of the scene in the nick of time.

The aftermath was intense. Thanks to your intervention, the two friends finally communicated. They talked, they argued, and they cried. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. Healing and acceptance would take time, but (name) and Baji had hope. (Name) did it all for Baji, and seeing him a bit more at peace made it worth it.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh?" Baji greeted his boyfriend who was bedridden beside him with a weak grin, his voice strained but filled with warmth.

"I totally won that bet," (name) replied, trying to sound triumphant despite the pain.

The other gang members shook their heads with disappointed looks, but deep down, they admired the couple’s resilience and dedication to each other. The couple almost died but didn't care at all. Oh well, at least all is good now. Same book, just different chapters.

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