#🍱.tokyo revengers

[imaginationteashop]

Kisaki isn't sweet, not even a little bit.

“Sugar,” you coo, and the petname slides off your lips so easily you don’t even realize you said it, but of course he does, “will you grab the coco powder? I think this recipe needs more, and I already put it away.” You continue with mixing, stirring the brownie batter with a rubber spatula that appears ready to snap from the effort, but even still you’re displeased with the amount of chocolate coming through when you taste it. Kisaki is dazed, blinking a few times as he walks behind you and brushes his hand over your waist as he passes, then reaches into one of the cabinets to grab you what you desire.

“Here,” he hesitates as he sets the glass container of the counter in front of you, “sugAr.” Its unnatural coming out of his mouth, a lilt in his voice and he winces.

You laugh, peeling the lid off to dowse the batter once more. “What?”

“I was trying to do what you did.” He frowned, leaning and resting his arms on the counter, his tense shoulders falling drastically as he relaxed. “What… did you do by the way?”

“I made brownie batter?” You lift up the spatula to prove your statement, a large clump of batter stuck to the end, and it may as well be fudge.

“No,” he looks away, and you swear his cheeks are tinted pink, “the other thing.”

“Ask for help?”

“No.” His voice is more stern, and you take a moment to think, wondering what he could possibly be talking about.

Tetta shifts, moves his weight back and forth, and prays you won’t make him repeat it.

Finally a lightbulb turns on. “Sugar,” you smile, leaning over and pressing your finger into his chest, “is that it? I called you sugar?”

“Yeah,” he gulps, “that.”

“Its a petname.” You shrug, moving back and finally pouring the batter into the parchment lined tin, and Kisaki has never looked more offended.

“I am not a pet.” He stands up straight, gripping the edge of the counter and furrowing his eyebrows.

You look up at him, and can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. “I know you aren’t a pet. Its a thing couples do, and, bombshell coming, we are a couple.” You put your total concentration into scraping the bowl, then spreading out the batter until flat before sprinkling big chunks of dark chocolate and other toppings onto the top. “Y’know, petnames, stuff like sweetheart, and love, and darling.” You were sure to emphasize the one Tetta always slipped out, the sweetest ‘darling’s floating from his lips whenever he was deep in thought, too deep to realize how much of a sap he sounded like, or care.

“Oh.” He frowns, looking down, thinking, and you take the moment to scoop a glob of batter onto your finger, reaching over and Kisaki opens his mouth on reflex, his features twisting into a different kind of focus as he licks the fudge off your finger, then trying to clean it off his pearly whites once you pull your limb away, just to scoop up a dollop for yourself and try the batter you worked so hard on.

“What do you think?” You tilt your head, and Tetta takes a moment to slap his lips together before he responds.

“I think,” he stops again, his mouth stretching open and his tongue tries to collect a splotch of batter from off his molar, “its bitter.”

“I think so too.” You nod, clearly pleased with yourself.

He smiles, chocolate still on his teeth, and he already knew he would have to brush them again. “I love bitter.”

“Yeah,” you lean across the counter to press a sweet kiss to his lips, then turn away to put the pan in the oven, “I know.”

“So,” he reaches over, and for a moment he thinks he might really have this petname thing figured out, “if I like bitter,” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up to press your back to his chest, “then should’t you be the sugar to my bittersweet?”

You gasp, twisting to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. “Tetta Kisaki, are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe. What if I am?”

“Well, I have just awful news then. I have a boyfriend, and he happens to be the worst person I have ever met, and call me crazy, but I am utterly in love with him for that.”

You don’t expect him to jump, but he does, and he appears frantic for a split second, before closing his eyes and settling himself. “You love someone like that?”

“Why of course, how could I not?” You twist in his arms to face him, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw. “He’s the bitter to my sweet.”

You smiled, and Kisaki closed his eyes, because maybe as long as he can’t see that expression on your face, he’ll be able to hold off his own grin, but he can’t, and really he already knew it was helpless, but even still he keeps his eyes closed.

“Sweets?” He whispers, and you lean in closer to hear him.

“Yes?”

“The oven is off.”

“Oh- motherfucker!”

Maybe he does have a little sweet in him. Just for you.

@planetonet

[crystalorbb]

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[imaginationteashop]

Smiley is protective. Possessive. Jealous.

He doesn't really understand all that until he sees the way you giggle at something Peh-Yan says, and the tall man turns his head away, hiding his own blush. It just... lights a fire in him, makes his head spin, and subconsciously he clenches his fists and really considers knocking Peh to the floor. He holds himself off, a few steady breaths and a small fault in his beaming grin, then he's calm again.

Or at least he thinks he is.

He think's he's calm until Peh places an ever innocent hand on your shoulder, a playful shove that makes you giggle and push on his chest. Smiley knows Peh wouldn't so that to him. He knows you wouldn't do that to him. All he can think of is how fucking infuriating it is to see you so sweet, so happy around someone else. It makes him see red. Before he can gather what happened, Peh-Yan is on the floor, clutching his nose, and you're pressed tight to his chest, his suffocating hold keeping you to him.

Smiley is protective. Possessive. Jealous.

[imaginationteashop]

How and what would it take and be the steps to seduce Kisaki? Tell us girlfriend, we need to know! How does a girl go around doing it so he becomes obsessed and in love.

I could answer this with paragraphs or I could make it short and sweet, and I'm gonna go short and sweet because I will be delving into the long stuff soon. Nvm this still became paragraphs

Its little stuff, stuff most people would glance over, but they matter to him. Kisaki is used to being passed on, to being a second, third, or even further choice. It's little things, little compliments and notes. Remembering what kind of sweet he likes, noticing when he got a new pair of glasses, pointing out his tie is lopsided and possibly even fixing it yourself. No big gestures, no loud declarations, it's the little stuff that has him thinking about you for hours after he's laid in bed and hoped for sleep.

And he reciprocates.

He has you walk ahead of him when going up stairs and makes sure no one looks up your skirt, fills up your coffee cup for you when he sees it getting low, snaps at Hanma to behave around you, compliments your outfits and hair. It wouldn't be long until he's infatuated, trying to figure out what you like so he can become whatever that is, but what has him utterly in love? Telling him you want him as whatever he wants to be. Being told you want him as himself? That's the killer.

Loving him for who he is instead of what he is is what gets him.

[imaginationteashop]

And I love them like that

People: Wow the Haitani brothers are so hot!

The Haitani brothers:

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Peh-Yan is perfect

No I don't take criticism

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Taiju's birthday is the 24th 👀

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It's like actually a disease how much I love Kisaki like help

Possible spoilers in the tags? Idk

[imaginationteashop]

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god fucming bless yo

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[imaginationteashop]

I wanna write something for Ran Haitani but he just makes my brain turn to mush