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[zeltqz]

call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off. 

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired. 

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom. 

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click  through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem. 

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice. 

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him  until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said. 

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore  he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.” 

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

[doudouo]

wip but HEHEHAHAHD😭😭

RINDOU IS DEF A BASKETBALL GUY!! AND SUDDENLY I AM INTERESTED IN BASKETBALL

[hoejosatoru]

Got Game?

Ranking of Tokyo Revengers men based on how much game they have. Basically does your fave has rizz or nah.

20. Kisaki

Kisaki is dead fucking last I’m sorry. I really can’t picture him being flirty at all. He kinda has bitchless vibes, which is maybe why he is so trifling. 

19. Hakkai

Bro is just too shy. He really struggles to talk to girls, especially the ones he is attracted to. The only reason he is not dead last is because I think it could unintentionally work in his favor in some cases. Like some people may find it cute, but he is not really doing it purposefully, so it doesn’t really count as having game.

18. Takemitchy 

He is just a tad awkward. I think he would try to approach girls to impress his friends but then when he’s actually there in front of you he doesn’t know what to say. I think he could work his way into someone’s heart over time, but does not have a lot fo success trying to pick up someone he just met

17. Shinichiro

Pains me to put him so low but he has canonically been rejected like 20 times sooo. He definitely gets better over time. I think his problem would be he’s not good with his openers (I could see him doing corny pick up lines half ironically), so some people don’t even give him a chance. But if they do, he can be pretty endearing and end up getting numbers. But does strike out quite a bit. 

16. Kazutora

Kinda shy and similar to Hakkai in that talking to people he finds attractive would make him super nervous. However, Tora is a sneaky, smart dude. I think he would be aware that his (let’s be honest femboy lmao) look can really work in his favor. If he finds someone who is into that, he does pretty well, but if not he doesn't alway get them

15. Taiju

He’s low just because he comes off super intimidating. People will avoid him or get nervous around him in a bar or wherever, so he isn’t always able to strike up convo. I feel like he is not self aware enough to know if he toned it down a little he’d have better luck. Definitely gets a decent amount of pussy, though, because the size kink girlies love him.

14. Sanzu

He also loses points for being intimidating. Not for his size, but he just has an unnerving aura about him at time. He is fearless, though, and will walk up to anyone he thinks is hot and is not deterred until he finds someone who is into him. His confidence definitely is what helps him get laid.

13. Koko

He flirts by being mean, which sometimes works really well and sometimes it does not at all. He’s like 50/50 on success rate.

12. Takeomi

Another guy who is like 50/50 on success. I think he likes to play into the older guy thing, which, when he finds the right person, works super well for him. However he is definitely been called a creep on occasion lol. 

11. Izana

Definitely another one who can intimidate people off the bat. He is a lot smoother with his words and can easily talk your walls down if you were nervous about him at first.

10. Mikey

He’s such a flirt oml. He will flirt with people just for fun and the attention. Does pretty well though like if he intends to hook up with someone he almost always can. Only turned down on occasion and it’s usually because they see him flirting with everyone

9. Chifuyu

Chifu is really good at charming people. Also very fun with he is flirting, but is better at directing it than Mikey. He’s the guy you don’t expect much from when he approaches you but by the end of the conversation you’re asking him for his number.

8. Kakucho

He is the shyest guy this far up because I do think he’s nervous around people he’s attracted to. However, he’s so sweet and genuine that it works in his favor almost all the time (plus being fine as hell doesn’t hurt). He’s good at making a joke at how nervous he is, which breaks the tension for both of you.

7. Baji

He also flirts by being a little mean but he is better at it than Koko. He knows how to work up to it and make it like fun banter. He’s very bold and can come on too strong for some, but for the most part he is getting laid as much as he wants.

6. Rindou

He’s really laidback with flirting. I feel like he is the type to buy someone a drink from across the bar and like get you to approach him. Not because he’s shy but because he likes the power trip. Sometimes it doesn’t work but when it does, he almost always goes home with that person that night.

5. Mitsuya

He’s so fucking smooth but in a subtle, natural way. He’s super genuine and is the best at making whoever he’s flirting with feel comfortable. He is a great conversationalist, so there are never any awkward silences. He’s the type of flirt that you don’t even realize he’s flirting with you. Not because he’s bad at it but because he’s so good.

4. Hanma

Hanma has cornered the market on crazy bitches. He knows his brand and the type of people who go for that and can sniff ‘em out anywhere. Because of that he has a super good success rate. He can come on a little strong at times and sometimes has crazy vibes (because look at him), but again he goes for people how are into that so it usually doesn’t hinder him.

3. Draken

Draken is such a good flirt oml. Similar to Mitsuya in that he doesn’t come on strong and it feels like that’s just his natural personality. He is not shy at ALL like if he thinks someone is hot he’ll find a way to approach them. But also makes it seem super nonchalant??? He definitely likes to use teasing a little bit. Not a softie at all (at least not right off the bat). He can come off a little gruff, which on occasion works against him. HOWEVER, most times if he’s chatting up someone he’s into he knows how to work it in his favor.

2. Wakasa

Just look at him. That should tell you why he is number 2. But fr he is super confident and sooo good at the approach. He also likes to play a little hard to get, but knows how to execute it perfectly. Has never struck out once. It’s a gift.

1.Ran

Again, just fucking look at him bro. Could charm the skin off a snake. It’s so easy for him. He’s interesting because I think he could easily come off as sleazy or laying it on too thick but somehow never does?? He’s so good at getting even the most sus people to put their guard down. Will have you blushing and giggling and handing over your number before you even know its happening.

[sanzusslutt]

Y/N: I hate you.

Ran: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

[yanderederee]

¡暴走族\旧車會!ｘ!ヤンキ!ｘ! 助番¡

What is the New Generation of Delinquents?

~*,`¢

Tokyo Revengers plot circles around Bōsōzoku subculture, which is why I love it as deeply as I do.

!! Update: Discussion Piece(6.14.23): Tokyo Manji Honorary Division

Bōsōzoku culture derives/d from lower class Japanese youth who’ve banded together to express dissatisfaction with Japanese Society.

America is very familiar with countercultural movements lmao. Punk/Grunge/Metal/etc…

Youth are aimless, reckless, and rebellious.

If you’ve ever enjoyed the book The Outsiders by S.E Hinton , you know this is a prime example of brotherhood bonds between lower class hoodlums. In Oklahoma, of all places.

Otherwise known as; Yankii, Sukeban, Kyushakai.

Who is a Yankii?

The Rise and Fall of Bōsōzoku

When Bōsōzoku Youth evolve past crime, Kyushakai

#GirlGang: Sukēban<33

This article is really awesome in explaining cultural differences, feel free to read up on some if you’re interested.

Today I plan to point out a few:

Yankii Mothers / YanMaMa; Ryoko Baji

early ’90s, yankii men occasionally entered construction and teen women had children and dropped out of high school — both stereotypes that persist today. *The young yankii mothers — yan mama — were often ostracized by other mother groups and struggled to assimilate to their new identities as parents.

Within a year of publication, Yan Mama Comic had reached of circulation of 120,000, helping to bond socially isolated communities of young mothers.

…

NO DOUBT ABOUT IT FOLKS; Ryoko and Baji’sDad were definitely two yankii teens who fell in love and had a kid too young.

Headcanon! That Keisuke’s parents were set on making a badass life together, and be awesome young parents with the coolest and toughest new punk kid to add to the books!

…But, they were still two idiots. Baji’s father probably ran head first, sacrificing himself in one way or another, I’m sure.

This leads you to wonder ~..

How did everyone else come to this lifestyle?

What is Their Social Injustice?

(All headcanons but kinda factual,so…)

Mikey: all younger siblings admire their older brothers! Shinichiro was the leader of a biker gang, of course Mikey would want to follow in his footsteps! So Mikey’s reason soon turns to::

Shinichiro: By being a overall stand up guy, true to his word and genuine to a fault, he had a strength not a lot of people had. He welcomed friendships with BlackSheep, and made a home for them however he could. Strong ally’s stood by him and as long as he’s around, they would support his ideals in shaping a better future.

Draken: was literally born into it. Escorts have been judged and poorly treated left and right, taking care of yourself—with a child to boot; was hell for a women. Unwanted kids of “filth” aren’t usually welcomed in social circles. The Children bare the injustice of inconvenience. By living with escorts and witnessing first hand the “low-class work” so many have had to endure to make a decent way of life, Draken learned young that life was unfair. So to live, you have to make a way of life for yourself, unapologeticly.

Mitsuya: Poor kids are looked down on a lot. Made fun of for things they can’t control. Kids with jobs are looked down on for being in the working class so soon. With a mother who was never home, and taking care of two younger sisters, he needed strength to deal with how unfair his life was. Meeting Draken, and realizing that the struggle to survive and keep trying to have a family even when it’s hard, he started respecting his mother a lot more. He found a sense of belonging Toman…

Baji: also literally born into it. Grew up with a single mother who was looked down on for being young/dropping out of school. Supporting her as the only Man of the house, Keisuke takes after his mother’s confidence. He also is seen having an alternative sense of fashion, making me believe he is definitely a metal head.

Kazutora: dealt with a lot growing up. He was bullied for being a sheepish pushover. He was hit by his father for any level of individuality /expression of defiance. He was manipulated into always having to pick one right side, and that there was always one wrong side. He tries showing loyalty by giving everything he has to friendships that hurt him, without realizing friends shouldn’t hurt him. No matter who he was, there was never anyone he could just be a person with. Be a part of the perfect high status family you were born into, or face the punishments. He finds comfort when he finds a family he can trust and be a person who makes mistakes. Friends are meant to be treasured. And after meeting Baji, and joining Toman, he found somewhere he could belong.

Pah: I still need to look more into him I can’t lie.

Takemichi: Bozosoku culture is notorious for being social justice fighters, as the entire notion of a subculture is to defy societal injustice anyway. And that’s just who Takemitchi is; a friend to everyone.

Hinata: the prime example of Dating into the lifestyle. It’s easy to admire and possibly fall in love with people as passionate as rebellious, adrenaline junky teens. She’s empathetic to how others see Takemichi, knowing above all else, he loves her more than anything!

Emma: she never really got into being a part of the gang, but she was by association. All of her brothers. She’s always been the crown jewel of TokyoManji! But not only that; Emma isn’t fully Japanese. True, a lot of the cast is multinationality. But she has Mikey on her side. She is his family, and that makes her strong. Foreigners are often ostracized, easy to pick out due to her natural Blonde hair. (*blonde hair is also often an act of rebellion, she showing that she refuses to dye it black to fit in can also say a little about other issues-)

LETS NOT FORGET!!! TOMAN IS BUILD ON THE BACK OF “The Little guy who sticks up for the Weak”.

The series is based on what kind of world Manjiro Sano chooses to build. Every timeline is unintentionally set by his hand, because he is that powerful of a person. Because people follow him. Manjiro is the type of person who changes fates.

By losing Shinichiro; Manjiro loses Empathy.

Shinichiro was a charismatic and empathetic person, often putting differences aside to better the other person. He was a heavily respected person in the delinquent world of Japan as the founder of Black Dragon. He led Black Dragon with a humble heart and was treated with notable respect, while also being a big brother to all three of his siblings. Even though he was a weak fighter, he lead the Black Dragon with his immense charisma. Even years after his death, later generations of members still hold him in high regard.

A person like Shinichiro is the kind of man people follow. The Weak Guy sticking up for his friends; The One who Always Won..

In a subculture seeking structure, he is the perfect person to leading a generation of a kinder and more empathetic people.

So let’s wrap up the question!;

What is the New Generation of Delinquents?

!TO.MANji !!

[cheesus-doodles]

TOKYO REVENGERS SEASON 3 ANNOUNCED!!

STARTS IN OCTOBER, STREAMING ON DISNEY PLUS

Yall I AM ALIVE. I AM screaming KSNXJDJJSJDJDJ PICTURES BELOW! LOOK AT MY BABY BOYS KDNJDJDJDJDJDJJXJDJDJDJDJ

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watch the preview here!

[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: taiju x gn!reader

• request by anon: if your requests are open, I'd like a Taiju Shiba x reader where they're both just sat at a cafe together talking whilst reader draws taiju, not letting him see until they're done :3 need some comfort rn and I want taiju to just engulf me in his chest. If your requests are closed/you don't write for tr anymore, just feel free to ignore. I also hope you're in good health 🦈

• genre: fluff

• note: thank you so much for your request anon, hope you're doing good too! i really need to see more fluff with his giant ass!

Taiju sighed for what seemed the thousand time since you started drawing "Can I see?" he asks again and you don't answer, your tongue slipping out of your mouth a little frown forming on your face, too concentrate to answer him. He was acting as if you drawing him was annoying him when he loved whenever you asked to draw him. It made him feel seen and appreciated, because out of everyone in the small cafe you two are used to go for your dates, he was the only one you were looking at, the only one you were admiring and he loved how your eyes would trace the feature on his face. It also gave him time to look at you. He will never admit it but your expression when you are concentrate is the cutest thing he has seen. His eyes fall to your hands, trying to peek at the line you were drawing but his eyes quickly got back to your face, and then your lips.

He looks away when you look up at him, making you slightly smile as you adjust your posture "Okay, I'm done." You lay your pencil on the table and he looks at your sketchbook waiting for you to give it to him. You push it in front of him and he take it, admiring your work for some time, you put your chin on your hand and look at his reaction "So?" you inquired and he looks at you "Why do you always draw me more...", "More what?" you pout thinking he didn't like it "More handsome?" he question and you smile "No, Tai' that's how you look" you answer. He looks at you and back at the drawing, smiling a tiny and giving you back your sketchbook "I love it sweetheart" he says and you smile looking at your drawing "Okay, now bring the cup to your lips, I'll do a little sketch" you say and he groans, throwing his head back.

[sqnos]

cold

shinichiro sano x gn!reader (0.3k+)

warnings: not proof read, heavy angst, major character death, tr spoilers

when shinichiro sano died your life became overwhelmingly cold. not only were you welcomed into empty sheets every night - ones that lacked that familiar warmth that had accompanied you for so long - but you found your entire routine cold.

the silence that lingered throughout your apartment while shin's baggy hoodie draped over your frame was unnerving, no longer feeling his lengthy arms wrap around your waist while his head lay on your shoulder so he could get a glimpse of the breakfast you'd be making. in the background, you could hear his favorite music and the daily crack of the coca-cola can, his favorite beverage. now, in your peripheral vision, you'd try to ignore the familiar red aluminum cans that you had just restocked.

in the afternoons when you would read, you found yourself wrapped up in more and more layers - allowing the blankets to hug your frame and sweatpants to loosely warm your body as you mindlessly flipped through every page, trying to desperately distract yourself from the formidable emptiness that surrounded your life. at any rate, you found yourself lost in the storyline despite being through dozens of pages.

now, brushing your hair in the mirror after you had taken a steaming shower - one you hoped would nurse away your constant shivers and invite the comforting warmth you so miserably sought out - you found yourself staring off at yourself, taking in the features that had accompanied you your entire life. now, the underneath of your eyes had darkened as eyebags became more apparent. your skin was lighter than usual, and the slight discoloration that shin always assured you was beautiful now felt even more threatening.

you took care of yourself even after he's been gone, busying yourself with whatever possible in hopes to ease the loss of your lover. but no matter how hard you ignored it, there was a constant yearning for more warmth.

[kakucho1]

POV: You're viewing the last thing Izana witnessed before he died.

[buccini555]

≡ Your sweet boyfriend Haru comforting you

♡... x r e a d e r !

✟ 𝑭𝒕. Sanzu Haruchiyo

(🤍) For some reason, you've been feeling some kind of anguish for a while, many times you just end up crying in your own hiding place, trying to avoid Sanzu noticing, to simply not make him worry,y you were crying again, locked in your dark room, but this time Haruchiyo ended up entering the room suddenly and saw you in tears with your body completely shaking, that day, Sanzu ended up being "released" early from gang affairs and of course, like a good boyfriend came to visit you.

As soon as he saw you in that state, the taller one's body shivered, he had never seen you so sad, so it really scared him.

— B-baby? What happened!? Why are you crying?

Your loved boy sat on the side of your bed, lightly stroking your face and wiping away her tears.

— You can trust me, understand? I'm your boyfriend, I want to be able to help you.

You ended up explaining the reason for such crying, Haruchiyo listened to you attentively, he was clearly distressed too, but he hid such concern and concentrated on consoling you, Sanzu hugged you, soon after he gave you a small kiss and lay down beside you.

— We will get through this together! I'm here, hmm? As long as I'm alive no one will touch you or hurt you, I promised myself I would never be a shitty boyfriend and always would take care of you, I will never, never forget that promise!

You watched Haruchiyo look away with tears in his eyes, he was honestly shaken to believe that he wasn't being a good enough boyfriend, but, did you know that boy was the best boyfriend you could ever have, no matter how troubled Haruchiyo's life was, he cared for you every second you were together and of course, he really love you.

— I don't want to see you crying anymore baby, please, I love you so much, you didn't deserve all this...

He was holding back, he was really holding back from crying in front of you.

— F-fuck... I really don't want to cry.

Despite the pain he was feeling at that moment, he looked at you smiling, Sanzu always knew how much you loved to see him smile, even though he was ashamed of the scars on his lips.

— You stop crying?! I'm so proud of you! there's no one stronger than my sweetheart.

You hugged again, still lying down, after you calmed down, you ended up sleeping together, after all, that situation had indeed been tiring for both of you.

Sanzu made a point of waking up before you, to try to please you, he took some sweets he had saved for Manjiro and put them on the small table next to your bed, He also wrote a little note that said: Never forget how much I love you! 🖤

— No one has ever made me feel so in love...

He said as he caressed your face again, even though you were sleeping, he didn't stop being affectionate with you.

[scumvillains]

oh sanzu self conscious of his scars please...

he never says he is, but youre no fool you notice the way he tends to fold into himself, the way a tiny frown makes its way onto his pretty face when hes removing his facial mask in front of a mirror

you know this, so you always pay extra attention to them

pressing feather light kisses all over his face and especially right on his dual diamond shaped scars and hes burning, blushing so quick at the attention he feels dizzy. he tries to lean away from you or even gently push you away because its too much but its useless because you wont let him feel as damaged as he believes he is

[zeltqz]

selfish, selfish lover | haitani ran

syn. being in a no strings attached relationship with ran is hard, especially when he's so emotionally unavailable for your tastes.

notes. originally this was going to be for shuji because....duh, but then i had a dream of this exact scenario with ran instead. so ofc ima so a 180 and write toxic ran. love that shit saurr muchhh

“This is the tenth time your horny ass called me over this week.” You dropped your bag onto Ran’s nightstand, ignoring the way it landed toppled over, some items rolling onto the floor.

You moved to sit on his bed and Ran looked at you from his desk. He closed his laptop and turned on the chair to face you. You watched his eyes linger on your outfit, a slow smirk curling onto his lips. “I didn’t ask you to dress up for me tonight.”

“It’s not for you. I was out and you called me.”

“You still look nice tonight.”

“Tonight?” you asked, crossing your arms together. “What do you mean tonight? What about yesterday? Or the eight other times this week alone you called me to fuck?” you complained as Ran stood up from his seat and made his way towards you.

He stopped in front of you on the bed as you glared up at him, face in a deep scowl. “You good? Why so upset?” he asked as he cupped your face with one hand, long fingers digging into your cheeks as he tilted your face to look up at him.

“I’m not upset,” you said, tone clearly upset.

He didn’t have the time, nor energy to debunk why you were acting up right now. “Yeah, whatever.” He shrugged his shirt off and for a moment you felt your frustrations disappear. 

He gently pushed you flat on your back on the bed and climbed on top of you, arms caging you in against him and the mattress. He leaned down and marked your neck with kisses. You sighed softly and tilted your head back, moving your fingers to his hair. The feeling of his lips against your skin was long missed and he barely gave you time to marvel in the sensation before quickly moving down. 

He hooked a finger past the hem of your dress, so tight it was clinging to your skin, and slid it up and over your hips. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass and thighs as he kissed down your stomach, fingers deftly caressing and massaging your thighs. 

He shedded your clothes off with ease, undoing your bra in record time and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. You arched further,  pressing your ass back against his hips to feel his hard cock pressing against your ass through his boxers.

“Love your body so much. Fuck,” he groaned, the low raspy sound making a moan escape from you. He gripped the flesh of your ass with two big hands, spanking once to elicit a long moan from you into the sheets as you gripped them tight. 

He slowly inserted a finger, then two, gently fucking them into you. Your hips stuttered and you struggled to keep the lower half of your body up in the air. He scissored his fingers, curling them at the right angles to make you scream, clutching at the sheets in desperation. His fingers were drenched in your slick when he pulled them out, using that to lube up his cock. 

“Get the condom in there.” He gestured towards the bedside table. You reached over with shaky fingers and slapped around until you found one, reaching behind you to hand it to him. 

He opened it and rolled it down the length of his cock, his boxers pulled to his knees as he lined his cock to your entrance. “You ready?”

“Yeah, just hurry up.”

He slowly inserted himself, a low groan escaping him as he tilted his head back, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning as his cock sank into your warm heat. His hands rested against the sides of your ass, holding you in place.

“Shit,” he grunted, snapping his hips to shove his cock deeper in you. You screamed and clutched at the sheets almost painfully, your knuckles turning a different colour. He pulled you back to meet each of his thrusts, ramming his cock into you with enough force to knock you off balance. You collapsed onto your chest, your hips still in the air as he continued his ravenous thrusts. 

He leaned forward until his arms were on either side of your head, the new position forcing his cock to hit at a deeper angle. He grinded his hips down into yours. 

“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear. “Best pussy I ever had.” 

You couldn’t verbally respond, unable to even come up with any words as you moaned continuously. Your thighs ached from the position, your back now starting to suffer. Whenever it came to fucking Ran, he always chose the positions hard on your body whether he meant to or not. Your favourite was always to be facing him, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible, touching him, kissing him, running your hands greedily along his chest and back muscles. 

“I’m gonna, fuck.” He slammed his hips against yours one more time and groaned as he came into the condom. He waited a few seconds to catch his breath before slipping out of you. You felt empty when you heard him slip off the bed, tugging his boxers back up. He headed back to his desk to grab his phone.

“Ran,” you said sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up from his screen to even acknowledge you.

“I didn’t finish.”

“Finish what?” 

“Didn’t finish my exam. What the fuck do you think, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, still not looking at you. You heard the text message swoosh sound effect as he texted someone back, and your chest ached at the thought of it being another girl. Though you two never made things official, you still weren’t seeing any other guys, and assumed he wasn’t seeing anyone else either. After all, if he was, why would he call you almost 8 times a week just to hook up with you.

“Oh my god.” You genuinely wanted to punch him. “I didn’t cum. I can’t believe you’re making me spell this out to you right now.” You know you sound so whiny right now, but the fact he’s not even paying attention to you has you feeling beyond frustrated.

He looked up from his phone at you as it finally registered. “You didn’t?” You shook your head. He finally turned off his phone, tossing it on the edge of the bed, landing beside you. “Oh shit, baby. ‘M so sorry. Lemme make it up to you.”

The cloudy fog in your mind had finally lifted, all bright sunny skies now. “Really?” you asked a little too hopefully, watching his every move as he rounded the bed again, sitting down next to you. 

“Yeah come on.” He pulled your knee over his lap to straddle him and kissed you soundly. You kissed him back just as eagerly, desperate for some kind of attention and affection, lacing your fingers in his hair.

He reached inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. “Wait, make me hard first.” 

You agreed and slid off his lap, onto your knees on the floor. His hands curled into fists on the sheets as he watched you lap at his cock. You sucked the tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue up and down the length of his cock. You finally took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head as you attempted to take him deeper in your mouth.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, throwing his head back, moving his hand to your hair to help you take it deeper. Your nose pressed into his pelvis and you gagged as he held you there for a few seconds before pulling you off. His cock was coated in your saliva and your breathing ragged as you panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Come here.” He moved both hands behind his back as you clambered back on top of him, fitting him back up to your entrance. “Fuck yourself on me till you cum,” he ordered, saying the words against your lips. 

You nodded and slowly sank down on his cock, moaning softly into his mouth when his cock curved at the right spot. With each roll of your hips his hands grip onto your hips, crescent shaped fingernails digging into your skin as he fights the urge to control your movements, but he stops himself, reminding himself that this was for you not him.

As you bounced on him, he wanted to reach out and touch your tits, grab and squeeze them, lick them as they bounced in his face but he kept his hands to himself. You wished he could do more to help you finish, just even touching you or whispering dirty things into your ears would do wonders, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment by begging so you kept it to yourself. 

You wished he could touch you too. Wanting him to play with your clit, use those fingers of his to good use, but he’s just keeping his hands to himself. It’s so incredibly frustrating, especially with this position. You want to kiss him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, mark him with your lips, but you feared you weren’t on that level. It wasn’t so bad, you thought as you neared your orgasm. You felt your thighs beginning to ache, the familiar warmth inside your abdomen coming to light.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you whisper, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling. You grinded against his hips, chasing that feeling and trying to make his cock hit that spot inside you. 

His phone pinged and you ignored it, continuing your movements. He, on the other hand, grabbed it. You felt yourself getting closer, opening your eyes to see him back on his phone, smiling down at his screen. The all too familiar heat dimmed out as you realised his attention was no longer on you, and back on that stupid phone.

Your hips and movement slowed to a steady grind, the passion from earlier now gone. You just want to go home.

“Oh I’m cumming,” you lied straight through your teeth, a hollow feeling adding to the iciness already in your chest when he doesn’t even respond. Seriously, why the fuck were you here? 

You slipped off him and began to search for your clothes.

“Oh, you’re done?” He locked his phone and set it down beside him. “That was quick.”

“Yeah whatever.” You re adjusted your dress in the mirror and grabbed your bag from his nightstand. “I’m going now.”

“Alright bye.”

When you entered your car, you fought from breaking down where you sat. You were unsure why that was so humiliating. It was when you realised that the reason his subtle neglect hurt more this time was because you actually liked him, and subconsciously wanted him to like you back. The two of you never used to do aftercare, so you were unsure why you expected it now. You both barely spoke during it, or barely kissed and actually made love like you wanted to. It wasn’t worth it anymore though. His priorities were clearly set elsewhere and so were yours. 

That night you vowed to yourself to ignore the next time he texts. It's been a week since that incident and he finally texted you this afternoon.

ran: yo? U busy tonight?

You: yes. Leave me alone

ran: okay cool. When are you free? I miss you 

You: I don’t. sorry I can’t do this anymore. Whatever you call this shit. I want to stop

ran: why?

You: because its not worth it anymore. I want to focus on my studies and getting into med school. I skipped so many classes whenever you would text me and i just wanna focus on myself. 

ran: i never forced you to come. That was your choice

You: i know. I never blamed you did i? plus the way you treated me last time just made me feel horrible and i dont think i want to continue anymore

ran: where is this even coming from?did you not finish last time?

You: I didn’t. maybe you would’ve noticed if you actually gave a fuck about the person in front of you and paid attention. just forget. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Just move on. Ur hot you can find another fuck buddy in no time 

You: oh and don’t text me again. Thanks

ran: tf? you can’t just say all this and leave

You: watch me

2 missed calls

ran: so ur really just gonna ignore me instead of having an actual conversation about what’s bothering you? And you said my communication was shit

ran: man, whatever 

You blocked him that night. It hurt for a few days and you would go back and reread the conversation, wondering if you really handled it that well. You knew you had to be harsh because if you didn’t he’d use his sweet words to try to coax you back in. And the last thing you wanted was to repeat the cycle.

The next few months fly by without any contact with Ran. Despite having some mutual friends, like your neighbour Kakucho, he always gave you a heads up when Ran was coming to a party, or hangout so you could stray away that day. You caught up on all your missing work, retook some exams and overall found your mental health improving. You got sent a letter from your dream med school telling you you’d been accepted and you were overcome with joy. All your hard work paid off, all the late night study sessions in the library, staying up till 6am revising. 

Kakucho simply lived down the road from you and you all but skipped on your way to his house, pounding on his door and smiling from ear to ear when you heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. 

He opened the door, eyes wide when he looked at you. 

“I got in!” You held up your acceptance letter up to his face to see, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

“What?”

“I got in! LOOK !” You shoved the letter more in his face and he had to pull back a bit to read it. 

His eyebrows rose as he processed the information, a small smile on his face. “Oh shit. Congratulations. But I think you shou—”

“Can you believe it?! My work finally paid off. Holy shit, I’m going to uni,” you said as you shook his shoulders relentlessly. “Do you understand what this means to me?”

“I have a brief idea, but—”

“I could use some alcohol right now. You got some?”

You pushed past Kakucho who was doing his best to guard the door to prevent you from entering. He sighed, unable to get a single word out and followed you to the kitchen as you slapped around his cupboards for some liquor.

“(Name) I seriously don’t think you should be here right now.” As if to prove his point he heard footsteps coming down his stairs. “Ran—”

“Yeah Whatever.” You clicked your tongue and waved him off flippantly. “Ran has nothing to do with this, or my success. I did this by myself. This,” you held the now wrinkled piece of paper back in his face, “won’t hurt my feelings, make me feel like shit, and tell me everything I want to hear so it could fuck me one last time. This shit is real. I’m going to fucking med school Kaku!” You cheered again. 

Someone started clapping in the hallway, a slow pace that sounded nearly sarcastic and your excitement came to a halt, leaving your body and melting as you met eyes with the man in question. 

Kakucho sighed and stepped out of the doorway to allow Ran entry into the kitchen. He had the decency to keep some sort of distance from you, but the way he was biting his lip to stop from smiling at the sheer shocked look on your face was just as aggravating. 

“Oh, you got in? Congratulations.”

You frowned, looking at Kakucho who didn’t want to meet your eyes. It clicked to you that this whole time he was trying to warn you that he was here, but you stubbornly ignored all his attempts. Even though you knew of this, you still couldn’t help but feel bitter at both of them for the lack of insight.

You crossed your arms, fixing the tall man with the hardest glare you could muster. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t realise this was your house?” he questioned. You felt his eyes on you heavily, thoroughly examining you before breaking out into a chuckle. 

“What the hell is so funny?”

He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing. Just think it’s funny you got in despite how much you skipped.”

“And who’s fault was that?” 

“I didn’t force you to come.”

Your eyes narrowed and you felt your temper rising before Kakucho stepped in, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Alright you two that’s enough. I seriously don’t want any drama right now, so can you both take this outside and fix it, or let it go?”

You glared at Ran for a few more seconds before whipping your head to glare at Kakucho. “Let it go? What do you think I’ve been doing for the last god knows how many months!”

“Oh yeah about that. When are you gonna unblock me?” Normally you’d find his smiles charming, but now they’re only used as a weapon to aggravate you even more. “I’m still hurt about that.”

“Oh please.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to stop yourself from going insane. You couldn’t even look at his face. 

You turned to look at Kakucho, seeing the apprehensive look on his face and calming down a little. “I’ll see you… later.”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug, patting your back. “Congratulations, seriously. I’ll take you out to celebrate later this week.”

You pulled away and smiled tensely at him. You turned to walk away, feeling Ran’s eyes linger on your body as you walked past him. You made it down the front steps, gaze fixed to the ground as you all but stomped your way out. 

“I’ll be inside in a sec,” Ran said before closing the front door, catching up to you in no time. He grabbed your arm and you flinched, pushing him off you. 

“Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down. Just wanted to say congratulations.” You stayed silent, hoping your glare was harsh enough to turn him to stone. “Silent treatment, huh? How mature.”

“Oh fuck off. What do you know about maturity,” you spat back before you could stop yourself. Mentally you were screaming at yourself to just book it home, stop giving this man any of your attention. But he had gotten the last word too many times and your pride didn’t allow you to step down. 

“Aw come on. You still can’t possibly be mad at me.” You fixed him a look that screamed are you serious?  “You may think everything I told you was bullshit, but it wasn’t. I really did miss you, you know?” He lifted his hand to cup your cheek but you slapped it away.

“You know those words mean less and less if you say it to every single girl you ever fucked.”

He wrinkled his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fucking sounds so crude.”

“Well you can’t call what we did passionate love making,” you said, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

It either went straight over his head, or he played into it because he shrugged and asked, “why not?”

“Why n—” Oh whatever did you see in this man? He was so infuriating. “Because it wasn’t!” 

He took a step closer, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why not though,” he asked slowly, leaning in closer to your face. He still had that smirk slowly curling on his lips, and you wanted to slap it off and kiss him at the same time.

“B-because there was no after care. We barely spoke outside of it, and it just feels like I don’t even know you anymore. We used to be close before this too.” You were in shock with how honestly you answered, your vulnerability and insecurities surrounding the matter coming to light. You hated how quickly he made you switch up, your mind and body at war with themselves as you strugged with what to do.

Ran let the silence stretch out as he stared at you, your glare growing even deeper. He slowly stood back up, nodding. “Gotcha. So next time, before we fuck, I should talk to you for hours before and after to make you feel special. Got it.”

“Ran, you know that’s not what I meant.” You sighed, pinching your nose bridge. Seriously, what was the point convincing this twenty year old man of basic human empathy? “You know what, forget it. I forgot you’re too far gone to the point you struggle to have conversations with girls without trying to get in their pants.”

“You don’t know that. I’m an excellent conversationalist.”

“I highly doubt that.”

He shook his head and chuckled, the sound grating your ears. You turned to walk away. He took a step closer to you and grabbed your arm. Your feet found themselves glued to the floor when he turned you back around to face him. He pulled you close enough your chest brushed against his. You could smell his cologne, the same one that was always so dizzying and made your head feel warm. He reached down and cupped your cheek, the size of his palm nearly engulfing the whole side of your face. His thumb ran down the curve of your cheek, past your mouth, to your chin and he sighed deeply. 

“You hosting a celebration party?”

You swallowed thickly when you noticed his eyes fixed your lips. “Not me, but my friends are—”

“You gonna invite me?” He flicked his eyes up at you, smirking.

Someone needed to slap you, or douse you in cold water to make you snap out of whatever trance he’s got you in. You know you should be mad at him, and your anger is completely justified, but the way his other hand lingered on your lower back, pulling you closer to him is making you rethink everything.

“Well?” He hummed, tilting your chin up to force you to look into his eyes. 

“I don’t know.” You finally unglued your tongue from the roof of your mouth to respond to him. 

“What’s the worst that can happen? I can’t spend your special day with you?” You looked past him to glance at the road, but he nudged your face back to face him. “Hm?”

“I said I don’t know," you said with a sigh, staring down at the gravel beneath you.

He nodded, backing away from you and you felt like you could finally breathe. “I’ll probably just show up anyway,” he said simply and you rolled your eyes. Of course he would. “So it’s best you might as well invite me so I can feel more involved. Makes it feel more legit, yanno?”

You let out an airy chuckle. “I’ll think about it.”

He smiled and you had to force yourself to keep a straight face, not wanting to show him that he was affecting you. Hell, he probably already knows. With how close he was there was no denying he didn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. After all these months of no contact, your feelings for him still haven’t left. That was the most disappointing thing.

Leaning down to your level, he planted a kiss on your cheek. He slowly trailed his lips over to your ear, whispering, “Don't forget to text me," before backing away from you. You stiffened at the feeling, his voice echoing inside your mind as you watched him with pure disbelief on your face as he walked backwards to the house before disappearing inside.

[doudouo]

low quality rindou pt.3 ☆

[leeahl]

Omfg, with the release of the new episode, i really feel sorry for izana and his slow&late realization he was never alone, but i still don't understand the whole hate on karen 😭 someone even wrote a comment "izana should have beaten her, not shin" like for what?? "Oh, Karen, how dare you not love this boy who came from nowhere, conceived by your husband and some prostitute from the Philippines, was dumped on you at a random moment after your husband was killed" 🤡

The whole story is dirty and sad, but it was the best choice to leave the children if she was morally decomposing and couldn't raise them. Emma was lucky because Karen gave her to the Sano family, place where she could be financially supported and enveloped in love. Izana was less lucky, but as if Karen could have done more. I saw the comment "she split emma and izana!1!!1 hOW dArE ShE" and people kind of actually expected her to bring some random ass kid to sano's like "get your biological relative and second child as a gift" to Sano's house.

OK, shinichiro was incredibly kind and family was ready to accept izana, but in reality you can't expect such things. especially karen.

[salvatoreren]

holy shit today's episode was actually good

taiju's scenes were just omg, all the animation's budget went to him.

AND BRO THE DEATH SCENE UGHHH, Michi's voice when he was facing kakucho, IT'S SO SOFT AND BETRAYED AND PAINED AND UGHH, kill me where i stand omg.

i too would hesitate before hanagaki takemichi but seriously i love that moment of hesitation

LOOKED SO ETHEREAL DYING I HATE IT HERE, MY MAN :(((((

HIS VOICE!!! im dead bro im dead

also i saw the ending now and well jdfhgk they spoiled a lot, i wouldn't be surprised if an anime only pieces it all together jkhdgfkj, regardless i like it a lot :)))))

[liexki]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 + 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 : 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 - 𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐄

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: When the first division of TOMAN, Keisuke Baji, passes away, the Commander, Manjiro Sano, take his younger sister, Y/N Baji, in and soon forms a gang in their mid 20s. Now being the leaders of the criminal organization BONTEN and entering the gang scene with a federal bounty on her head, what if love with her No. 2 and a bit of the past resurfaces?? What if there was a little sorrow and betrayal?? Some gang shit in the mix too!?

NOGITSUNE is a newer gang from the streets of Japan. They have around 7,000 members around Tokyo and Yokohama. Their known for being affiliated with BONTEN and having close relations with popular spot in the 2 cities.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

Aria has been watching the gang industry from the sidelines ever since she was 15 and TOMAN was having their big brawl with VALHALLA (resulting in the death of Keisuke Baji). She was working as a messenger at one point for some top gangs during 2005 - 2010 using newspaper. Now, she uses a blog. She's made some connections but people know her from her alias Blank 2 or B2 and not her name or face. She's definitely a gossip girl though! If you're under a gang, maybe don't tell her something big.. unless you want the entire industry to know because it'll probably go on her blog!

𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒

Shu has ran a few gangs before and has been in a few. He's around 29 age during this time. He's surprisingly not from the slums and streets of Tokyo but instead a big guy from Roppongi. Not many know he's actually the younger brother to the owner of a big motor company until 2008 where he was 19. Now, he exports drugs for people in different places. Mainly for the gang industry because of the connections.

𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐨𝐟 (𝐆)-𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋

Kimiko is the owner of a few popular bars around Tokyo and Yokohama where a lot of gangs meet. She works closely with them and has a small loan shark on the side for small gangs in major debt and gets them to work at her bar. That's why there are so many bartenders that know how to throw hands. Their aggressive attitudes work as a marketing strategy to bring more attention for other small gangs to start shit. Soon, she becomes the commander of NOGITSUNE with Aria and Shu as the vice-commanders.

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