#4kominato’s holiday countdown

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙: ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

A/N: Sooo I found THIS on twitter, basically a key to Inumaki's safe speech words (the onigiri ingredients). Of the words I used, I believe only "shake" (しゃけ: salmon) and "okaka" (おかか: fish flakes) are canon. For the others, I kinda tried to use them based on the twitter post. Sorry it's not super Christmassy but... it sure is smutty 😬 ~kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

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It had been a long and eventful day, but fun nevertheless. You’d started the morning with ice skating, then lunch followed by some last minute Christmas shopping, and by the time that was done, night had already begun to fall, and so the two of you took your time walking down the busy streets to observe the pretty Christmas lights.

Now you were home, both clean and showered, so what better way to unwind than snuggling up on the couch by the fireplace and reminiscing together about the events from earlier that day.

“I had so much fun today, Toge,” you cooed, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. A warm fuzzy blanket was slung around the two of you, your legs draped over one of his as you hugged his arm close to your body with fingers entwined.

“Shake (しゃけ),” he agreed, resting his head on top of yours.

“Are you… tired?” you nearly whispered, breathing in the lingering remains of his musky shampoo before tenderly peppering kisses along his neck.

“Okaka (おかか),” he answered breathily, stifling a moan as he tilted his head away to expose his neck, welcoming your intimate gesture.

A smirk crept onto your face at his reaction, knowing that more than likely, your plans and his for how you wanted to end the night were perfectly in sync. “You wanna?” you asked as you pulled away, placing your free hand over the lower half of his abdomen.

“Shake,” he replied without an ounce of hesitation, quickly guiding your hand instead down to his crotch, only to find that he’d already grown hard.

“You must’ve been waiting, huh?” you chuckled while playfully stroking over his clothed erection.

Humming in affirmation, he gave a quick nod before carefully cupping your cheek in his hand and pulling you into an eager kiss. You were quick to build off of his lead, slipping your tongue into his mouth with ease while his hands were quick to find your breasts, which were only supported by the thin material of your pajama shirt. Without separating your lips, you climbed onto his lap and straddled him, arms wrapping around the back of his neck as you rolled your hips against him in a desperate attempt to grant your aching clit the friction she desired. You elicited a raspy groan from Inumaki in the process, the vibrations resonating into your mouth.

A string of saliva formed between your tongues as you pulled away, nearly robbed of breath as you spoke, “You can use it on me, Toge.”

You felt him twitch beneath you at the sound of your words, though his face seemed to show something different. “Takana (たかな)?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes, you have my consent, baby,” you assured, cupping his face in your hands and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Takana…?” he whispered once more, just to be absolutely sure. As much as he loved to use his cursed speech on you, he always feared the possibility of making you do something against your will, so having your full, one-hundred percent consent was extremely important to him.

“Yes, Toge. Do what you want with me, please,” you begged.

With one last kiss to your lips, his aura had changed completely, giving rise to feelings of both nervousness and excitement about the kinds of things he’d ask of you this time.

“Strip for me,” he spoke, the sound of his voice so sultry in your ears, but you hardly had the chance to admire it before the power of his words consumed your body. Your fingers worked effortlessly down the buttons of your shirt, revealing to him your bare chest as you slipped the skimpy satin off your shoulders. Hardly a moment after, you stood up from the couch and dropped your shorts and panties in one go, reuniting the bottom half of your pajama set with the half you’d already abandoned on the floor.

“Come here,” he spoke again, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine as you obediently complied, reclaiming your spot on his lap. His mouth watered at the sight before him, the way your pussy wept for him, leaving its remnants dropping all over his pants.

Slowly he grazed his two middle fingers through your glossy folds, collecting what he could of your sweet, sweet arousal before taking it into his mouth and licking his slim digits clean. With that, he knew you were ready for him, so with his thumb he pulled down the waistband of both his pants and his briefs, freeing the raging hard-on that’d been constrained for all too long. Pumping himself a few times, pre-cum oozed from the tip, only to make the burning desire within you swell.

“Please, Toge, put it in,” you whined as you positioned your entrance right to his tip, ready to take his entire length whole at any moment.

Thankfully, that moment came quickly, the sound of his next command, “Ride my cock,” triggering the release of your hips down onto him, forcing moans from the two of you simultaneously at the feeling of his thick shaft stretching your warm, fleshy cavern.

You rode him so well he thought; the way your slick walls clenched around him and caressed his needy member made him feel so damn euphoric. Oh, how he wished for this blissful feeling to be eternal, but to his dismay, he could already feel that his end was nearing, but so was yours.

“Toge, I’m close,” you panted without slowing your pace, palms pressed firmly against his shoulders for leverage as your hips continued their rapid movements

“Sh—ake…” he stuttered back, informing you that he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. “Slow down.”

Just as he’d said, your body slowed to his command, movements still quick enough to keep him stimulated, but steady enough to draw things out just a tad bit longer. Even so, you’d already gotten him close enough to the edge, that even the change in pace couldn’t delay his end by much. You could tell just from the look on his face that he’d reach his limit at any second, and at the thought of having his hot seed filling you up, your insides tingled with desire, the ecstasy you craved just barely out of reach now.

“Mentaiko (めんたいこ),” Inumaki moaned under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening in anticipation of his release. “Cum on my cock.”

His words took you by surprise, but of course, you had no problem with it, the feeling of raw pleasure erupting throughout your body feeling relieving, and more heavenly than any other orgasm you’d ever had with him thus far.

“Fuck, Toge!” you gasped, riding out your high with your head rolled back, your thighs probably squeezing him to death while the clenching walls of your pussy sucked him dry.

“Ikura! (いくら)” he grunted before his lips fell agape, brows knitted together as he released deep within your core, the tip of his dick kissing your womb as strings of his essence shot out rhythmically, painting your insides white.

As you descended from your high, you collapsed forward onto Inumaki’s small frame and held him close, unwilling to move from your spot on his lap. You knew you shouldn’t, but if you could, you would’ve fallen asleep on him just like that.

“That was so good,” you mumbled into his neck wearily, “You should make me cum with your cursed speech more frequently.”

“Shake,” he replied breathily, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

“Actually, when you use it like that, it’s more like blessed speech though.”

He was quick to shake his head in response, giving a half-hearted chuckle to your cheesy word play, “Okaka.”

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟛: 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰-𝔪𝔞𝔰

A/N: Is the title horrible? yes, im sorry. also, I realize I'm hella late... I fell asleep last night and then while finishing it today, I may have gotten slightly carried away.... ._. anyways... here you go lol MERRY KISSMAS ❤️💚 -kuri

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ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) x F!Reader

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“Wake up.” A voice called while you laid in bed, still half asleep. Letting out only a muffled groan in response, you shifted positions to cuddle the figure next to you.

“Wake up,” he repeated once more, poking a finger at your cheek. Groaning again, this time you shook your head, unwilling to disrupt your comfy slumber.

“C’mon, it’s Christmas. Wake up,” he whined, gently patting the top of your head.

“Why does Christmas mean I have to wake up early?” you argued back groggily.

“To open presents.”

“Alright, fine,” you answered grudgingly, stretching your arms out and finally succumbing to his wishes, albeit very slowly. It took all your energy just to open your heavy eyes, vision still blurry and out of focus as your body slowly recuperated from your short lived, peaceful dormancy. Soon enough, as your vision cleared, you could make out a bushel of green dangling over your head, branches of little round leaves embellished with small white berries that were definitely unmistakable… mistletoe.

“What is this?” you asked, pointing up at the plant that had obviously been attached intentionally to the headboard of the bed.

“Hm… looks like mistletoe,” Mikey answered casually, acting as though there was nothing weird at all about the situation.

“Yes, I know it’s mistletoe. Thanks, Captain Obvious. Why is it here?”

“Maybe Santa put it there last night because I wrote in my letter that my girlfriend hasn’t been giving me enough kisses lately.”

“What do you mean I don’t give you enough kisses? I kiss you every day when you leave in the morning and then again when you come home.”

“Not enough.”

Closing his eyes and puckering his lips, he waited patiently for you to follow through with the renowned mistletoe tradition. You groaned at his childish neediness, but at the same time, could you really say no to kissing the love of your life? Squishing his cheeks together you pulled his face into yours, smushing your lips against his into a messy kiss.

“Is that enough for you?” you teased, still holding his face as you pulled away.

“No. I want more,” he insisted. Closing his eyes and puckering his lips once more, he anticipated the feeling of your soft lips on his, but you had another idea up your sleeve. In his vulnerable state, you took the opportunity to grab him by the wrists and climb on top of him, pinning him down to the bed and leaving him laying wide-eyed beneath you. His startled expression however, quickly softened into a suggestive smirk, taking your advance as a sign that things would be taking a steamy turn on this chilly Christmas morning… and right he was.

Crashing your lips against his, you slid your tongue into his mouth and he happily welcomed it with a lustful moan. As your slick muscles waltzed together in the warm cavern sealed between your lips, you released your grip around Mikey’s wrists to instead, cup his soft cheeks in your hands as your heated make-out session grew increasingly fervent. Upon being freed, his hands went immediately to your ass, giving it a light smack before carelessly roaming the rest of your body.

Your lips soon began to wander as well, trailing from his lips to his ear, along his jaw and down his neck, all the while eliciting the sweetest sounds from him. His hard cock throbbed beneath you as you continued to work your way down his bare torso from his collarbones, all the way down his chest and his abs to his hips and chiselled v-cut. Now sitting between his legs, your face hovered right over his crotch, the strained erection in his dark briefs begging for relief.

“I bet you want more kisses down here too, huh?” you asked in your “seductive voice” as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down just enough for his manhood to spring free.

“Yes, I definitely don’t get enough kisses down there,” he answered eagerly, watching your every move like a hawk in anticipation of the amazing pleasure that only you could bestow upon him.

Wrapping your fingers around his firm shaft, you pumped him a few times before leaning in to plant a big, wet kiss right at the tip before travelling down the rest length.

“How’s that?” you asked upon reaching the base.

“Amazing…” he answered in a state of bliss, “But I still want more.”

“So greedy on Christmas,” you scoffed as you slowly stroked him, forcing pre-cum to ooze out and drop down the underside of his member.

“Your kisses are too good, I can never get enough.”

Your lips curved up into a small grin at his needy, but pure words. You’d never realized until now how fond he was of your kisses. Initially, you’d gotten defensive when he said you didn’t kiss him enough, but now you were starting to think maybe he was right. You could definitely get used to having more moments like these.

Kissing your way back up to the tip, you lapped up the copious pre-cum that had accumulated there, and at the feeling of your soft tongue grazing his sensitive cock, he let out a throaty groan followed by a string of praises, letting you know how damn good you made him feel. You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation in your hand as you slowly took him into your mouth, lips encompassing his thick girth. He watched intently as you hollowed your cheeks, your tongue flush against his underside as you slid as far down his length as your throat would allow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers entangling your smooth locks, “Go faster, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate at all to comply, immediately changing your slow drawn out pace to bobbing your head instead. From such a small change, you could tell you’d gotten him substantially closer to climaxing from the expression on his face and the way his body has become more tense. He was doing his best to fight it, wanting to bask for as long as he could on cloud nine, but with how well you took his cock, he knew that in due time he’d have no choice.

He groaned as you withdrew from him with a pop, temporarily pumping him to keep him stimulated as you spoke. “I guess, we really don’t do these things enough, huh? You look like you’re about to cum already.”

“Yeah, it feels like I’m a virgin again,” he joked breathily, still trying to maintain his composure amidst the casual talk.

“Nah, the first time I sucked you off, you hardly lasted two seconds,” you teased back with a playful giggle.

“Shut up…” he chuckled nervously, “I lasted for at least a good minute, alright?”

“Such amazing stamina Mr. Mighty Gang-Leader sir!”

“Are you asking to be annihilated?” he sat up aggressively, grabbing you by the jaw, but still, the two of you continued to laugh in the process.

“Yes sir!” you replied without a second thought.

“Alright then, hands and knees. Now.”

Quickly removing your panties, you flung them onto the floor and got into position just like he’d asked.

“You’re not gonna last long,” you mocked, hoping to rile him up so he’d be rougher with you.

“Yeah? Well neither are you because I’m not cumming until you do,” he shoots back just as he slams his cock into you.

“Mikey!” you yelped, fisting at the bed for leverage. It’d been a while since the last time the two of you had been intimate but still, he knew exactly how you liked it and hit all the right spots without even trying. Despite being reluctant to admit it, Mikey really was a man of his word given he had you on the brink of orgasm in a record time and he was still seemingly going strong.

“M-Mikey, I’m so close,” you struggled to say whilst he continued to ram his hips into yours erratically.

“Well don’t hold back,” he nearly growled, picking up his pace even further. At that point, you knew he had the upper hand and you wouldn’t be lasting much longer now.

“I’m gonna—” you started, body quivering, tension building as you anticipated your climax.

“Fuck, me too,” Mikey interrupted, his grip on your hips bruising as he rode out his high, releasing his warm juices into you. You came only moments after, your tight walls clenching around him enhancing his orgasm enough to evoke one last throaty groan from him before the two of you collapsed into the soft duvet.

“You came first,” you commented, rubbing salt in the wound just as the two of you got comfortable.

“Yeah, yeah, I would’ve lasted longer without the foreplay…” he pouted, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“That was a great Christmas gift by the way,” you added to lighten the mood, “I’d be happy getting that every year.”

“What about the rest of the year?”

“Oh? I thought you only wanted more kisses?”

“You’re being such a bully on Christmas…” Mikey whined pulling you closer to him, “It should all be included in the same package.”

“Alright, alright,�� you chuckled, combing your fingers through his long silky tresses, “Merry Christmas, babe. I promise more kisses… plus the whole package next year, okay?”

He only hummed to acknowledge your promise for the new year before he responded, “Merry Christmas. I love you.”

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟡: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱

A/N: Yeah so I know I called this event a drabble event but it seems idk how to write drabbles or something ;-; ALSO ALSO I think I'm gonna make a part two for this one later soo heheh stay tuned

YES I SKIPPED MEGUMI BC I WAS JUST TOO IMPATIENT ABOUT WRITING FOR MY BOY KAZUTORA UGH I'm writing his next tho dont worry ~kuri

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ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Hanemiya Kazutora x F!Reader

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You awoke to an unfamiliar place in an empty bed, nude with the scent of a musky cologne emanating from the sheets. You hadn’t drunk that much last night, but you’d apparently drank enough for your memories to go slightly fuzzy. While the booze couldn’t rob your mind of the beautiful man you’d slept with, you couldn’t seem to remember where you were or how you got there. The last you remembered was having some drinks with the handsome man called Hanemiya Kazutora at Toman’s New Year celebration before getting into a heated make out session with him, and now here you were in some unknown bedroom.

From the looks of it, you could’ve guessed you were in Kazutora’s room in his house, but it seemed he was nowhere to be seen. Waking up alone was pretty routine for a one night stand if you’d gone to a hotel or your own place, considering you often slept in, but if this was his own place, he couldn’t possibly have left. Quickly gathering your clothes from the floor, you redressed yourself and prepared to head out unseen, though, if he was affiliated with Toman, you were sure you’d run into him again sometime.

As you stepped out the door you were hit with a savory aroma tugging at your nose and when you looked up, there he was, the man with long, silky black hair that fell just above his shoulders with blond streaks at the front. Upon meeting his sandy gold orbs, you froze in your tracks, wondering what you should do now that your plan of sneaking out was blown. He seemed stunned to see you as well, stopping what he was doing before clearing his throat to speak.

“G-good morning,” he muttered shyly before anxiously awaiting your response.

“Morning…?” you drew out awkwardly, unknowing of where the conversation was going.

“Um… happy new year. I made mochi soup… if you want some before you go,” he offered, still obviously nervous as he spoke.

You usually weren’t one to stick around after a one night stand, but something about Kazutora was different from other guys you’d slept with before and it kind of intrigued you. For that reason, you agreed to have some of his soup in celebration of the new year while you tried to recall the events of last night.

***

“You’re here,” Mikey greeted with a soft smile, “Happy new year.”

“Happy new year,” you replied back before stepping through the doorway and into his house.

“Make yourself at home. The food and drinks are in the kitchen.”

Giving him a brief nod, you made your way into the kitchen to see what kind of refreshments were available, and in the process, you were greeted by many other familiar faces. Seeing everyone and catching up with them was a refreshing way to end the year. But amidst the ones you knew, were a handful of new faces, one of which particularly stood out to you. He was of average height and build, large yellow eyes with a beauty spot under the right one and his long dark hair was tied up in a bun with only the blonde streaks at the front loose. He was quite the sight to see, being as attractive as he was, you’d hardly even noticed that he was conversing with Chifuyu, one of the guys you’d yet to say hi to.

Deciding you could kill two birds with one stone, you approached the two boys with a friendly smile and a small wave.

“Hey, Chifuyu! Good to see you,” you greeted, barging into their conversation.

“Oh, hey! Good to see you too,” he answered despite the interruption.

“So… who’s this?” you asked bluntly, gesturing your head toward the unknown male whom Chifuyu was speaking with.

“Oh, uh, this is Hanemiya Kazutora. He’s um… one of the founding members of Toman,” he replied hesitantly, to which you furrowed your brows.

“A founding member? How come I haven’t seen you around?”

“It’s complicated,” Kazutora shot back quickly with a nervous chuckle.

“Mm,” you nodded, getting the memo that he didn’t really want to talk about it, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Hanemiya. I’m y/n, Mikey’s classmate from high school.”

“Nice to meet you too, y/n.”

***

After catching up with all of your friends and having more drinks with them, you’d developed an urge to find the one called Kazutora again and try to get closer with him. You found him out on the balcony taking a smoke break in solitude, which made you hesitate for a moment, thinking maybe he wanted to be alone, however, after realizing you might not get another opportunity to be alone with him, you decided to just go for it.

“Hey,” you greeted sheepishly, peeking out through the sliding door, “Is it cool if I join you?”

He turned around with the butt still in his mouth, but pulled it out to answer, exhaling a puff of smoke as he spoke, “Sure.”

“It’s a bit stuffy in there isn’t it?” you started, attempting to make small talk.

“You could say so,” he agreed, flashing you a brief smile before taking another puff of his cigarette.

“Talking to everyone is fun, but it’s nice to get away and take a break too.”

“Mm,” he only hummed in response, slightly disinterested in taking part in the conversation. Maybe he didn’t enjoy opening up to people or it took him a while to, so you decided to just try your luck and just jump to the point instead.

“So… you single?” you asked bluntly, which caused him to chuckle under his breath.

“Yeah, why? Interested?”

“Yeah, kinda,” you shrugged nonchalantly, “But if the feeling isn’t mutual, it’s cool.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re… very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but I don’t think I should be dating right now, and you probably wouldn’t want to date me anyway if you knew more about me.”

You started to get the feeling something must’ve gone really wrong in his life and it has taken a pretty big toll on him along with his relationship with the other members of Toman. It wasn’t your place to ask, so you didn’t, and instead you decided to change the topic, as to try and lighten the mood.

“No need to flatter me, pretty boy,” you replied with confidence, hiding the fact that you were actually screaming inside, “But it’s fine if you don’t wanna date.”

“Toman’s got some other pretty cool guys. You’re not interested in any of them? Chifuyu? Mitsuya? Mikey even?” Kazutora suggested, but you only shook your head at him.

“They’re great guys, really, I love them… but, they don’t tickle my fancy the way you do.”

“Is it my hair?” he joked with a half-hearted chuckle.

“I mean… your hair is pretty sexy, not gonna lie,” you teased, earning a few more soft laughs from him.

“Thanks, grew it out myself,” he bragged as he pulled the rubber band out of his hair to release his luscious locks.

“Wow! It’s even sexier than I imagined,” you beamed, reaching out to touch his hair when you heard the sound of the sliding door open.

“Uh… glad to see you two getting along…?” Chifuyu interrupted, making you quickly retract your hand in embarrassment, “Mikey was looking for you guys. He wants to make a toast with everyone before 12.”

“Okay,” Kazutora agreed, smashing his cigarette into the rail before discarding it over the edge. The two of you followed Chifuyu inside to where everyone was gathered for Mikey’s toast and he poured drinks for the both of you.

Tapping a spoon to his glass, Mikey called everyone’s attention before starting his speech, which you zoned out on because you were too busy thinking of how to seduce Kazutora. Though he mentioned his disinterest in dating, he never said anything about flings or non-exclusive relationships, so once you got alone with him again, you thought you’d try to make some advances to see how he responded; if he was still resisting, then you’d take a step back and finally call it quits.

Snapping back to reality, you noticed everyone raising their glasses, so you did the same despite not hearing anything Mikey had said. Once everyone partook from their drinks, the sound of happy chatting and laughter filled the room, meanwhile, you chugged your drink, hoping the alcohol would kick in in time to make you bolder in your flirting.

“Damn,” Kazutora remarked under his breath, having witnessed how fast you downed your drink, but before he had the time to be too impressed, you took him by the hand and dragged him back out to the balcony.

“Do you mind having your hair touched?” you nearly whispered as you slowly reached out to run your fingers through his hair.

“No one’s ever asked to touch my hair,” he admitted, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks as he leaned forward, inviting your actions.

“Oh?” you teased, taking advantage of the opportunity he was presenting to you, “How about pulling?”

He froze hearing your question, realizing that you were taking the conversation in a steamy direction. Aside from porn, he lacked experience in this field, given his glory years were dedicated to his time in prison, but he didn’t want you to know that, so after taking a brief moment to think, he tried his best to play along.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” he answered quietly.

“Well,” you started with a smirk, voice smooth and sultry as you spoke, “Don’t mind if I do.” Wrapping two arms around his neck, you fisted at the smooth tresses that fell just over his nape, making his breath hitch in his throat as you slowly guided him in for a kiss. Though he seemed hesitant, he didn’t resist, so you pressed on with your advances, hoping you’d somehow lure him into bed by the end of it. Placing one of your legs between his, you pressed your thigh up into his crotch which caught him by surprise.

“W-what are you doing?” Kazutora sputtered, but didn’t move away or try to stop you.

Shrugging casually, you continued to rub your thigh up against his hardening member as you answered, “Seducing you. I thought maybe if you didn’t want to be in a relationship, you wouldn’t mind just having a little fun in the moment, y’know?”

“O-oh… I guess I wouldn’t mind that…” he chuckled anxiously.

“I mean, you can say no if you want. My feelings won’t be hurt.”

“No, it’s not that. I’ve just… never done it before,” he confessed reluctantly, darting his eyes away awkwardly.

“Really?!” you questioned in bewilderment, “Someone as good looking as you? The women nowadays must have bad taste.”

“I don't know about tha—”

Before he could finish, you pressed your lips to his once more, hands travelling down his back from his hair and slipping under his shirt to run your fingers over the smooth skin of his torso. He moaned into your mouth at the sensation, the feeling of such loving hands caressing his body completely foreign to him, but it was definitely a feeling he could get used to. With one arm still wrapped around his waist, your other hand crept down to the raging hard on trapped beneath his dark colored joggers and gently palmed it, causing Kazutora’s breath to falter.

You’d hoped to get away with giving him a little quicky before finding a place to actually have sex, but it seemed luck wasn’t on your side tonight, the sound of the sliding door interrupting the two of you for the second time.

“Enjoying yourselves?” the familiar voice spoke, causing both of you to whip your heads toward the sound; it was Mikey.

Since Kazutora only stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, you answered in lieu, “Yeah, just a bit.”

“Well, my place isn’t a love motel, so I suggest you guys find somewhere else to finish whatever this is you’ve started.”

The two of you exchanged glances briefly, trying to devise a plan in your heads about what to do and where to go.

“Sorry, Mikey, we got a little carried away. I’ll take her to my place,” Kazutora spoke up this time, hoping that Mikey wouldn’t hold this over his head in the future. Definitely wasn’t the best start to rebuilding a friendship with him, but what’s done is done.

Mikey left without another word, but you both knew that if you told him you’d do something, he one-hundred percent expected you to do it.

***

It worked out in your favor that Kazutora was driving you to his house. You’d taken an uber to Mikey’s place, expecting to drink a lot, therefore leaving you unable to drive, but now you’d gotten yourself a DD and a dick appointment combined so it was a win-win for you. Once you’d said your goodbyes to everyone, all of whom seemed puzzled over your going home with Kazutora, you walked out together with him to his car and he drove you to his place. It wasn’t anything big or special, but he did live alone and that’s really all that mattered to you in the moment.

He led you straight to the bedroom where you mindlessly dominated him, pinning him to the door and pulling him into a heated kiss, your hand going straight to his crotch this time, stroking him over his pants until his cock was throbbing in your hold, begging for relief.

“Ever gotten a blow job before, pretty boy?” you asked as you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down simultaneously with his joggers to free his aching manhood from its confines.

“No,” he gulped, watching intently as you kneeled down in front of him, fingers wrapped around his firm shaft as you guided the tip towards your mouth.

“I’ve never slept with a virgin before. I’ll try to go easy on you,” you half-joked, looking up at him with a cheeky grin only to see his face flushed once again and avoiding eye contact.

“You don’t need to rub it in…” he murmured, but once you took him into your mouth, his pouty expression quickly dissipated. “Oh my god,” he gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure, “It feels even better than I imagined.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations from your voice adding to the stimulation. Seeing as he was already going feral over being sucked off, you suspected he wouldn’t last more than a few minutes during sex, so you backed off for a bit to strip down your clothes and migrate to the bed. Having him lay down first, you crawled on top of him, peppering kisses over the ink sketched into his neck and chest. “Your tattoo is so pretty,” you cooed, lightly grazing your index over the raised, black skin.

“You’re prettier,” he replied softly.

“Oh stop,” you chuckled, dragging your hands along his bare abdomen all the way down to his cock and guiding it to your entrance.

“It’s true.”

“Well… then, I’m glad a pretty girl will be your first. You ready?”

“I think so. I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. You just relax and I’ll do all the work,” you assured, slowly easing him into your wetness without any warning. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at the feeling of him inside of you, having been anticipating this moment all night since laying eyes on this gem, but he on the other hand, was struggling to maintain his composure, face twisted in pleasure as he adjusted to the new, but amazing sensation. Once you’d lowered yourself completely over his full length, you began to roll your hips at a nice, steady rhythm, massaging his needy cock within your warm walls.

“How does it feel?” you spoke while maintaining your movements, feeding off of the adorable facial expressions you evoked as you continued to ride him.

“Amazing,” he groaned, unable to say much more with his choppy breathing and muffled moans.

“I’m gonna start going faster, okay? If you’re gonna cum too soon then stop me.”

You’d hardly given him a chance to answer or even process what you said when you started bouncing on top of him, eagerly chasing your own high.

“Fuck!” he grunted, his hands flying onto your hips for leverage with a bruising grip as he struggled to delay his orgasm. “Slow down,” he begged, between pants and stifled moans, teetering closer and closer to the edge of release the longer you persisted. Grudgingly, you did as he wished, wanting for the session to last as long as possible, but you were disappointed realizing that cumming might be more difficult for you than anticipated.

“I know I said I’d do all the work, but… could you do me a small favor?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Buck your hips up into me while I ride you. Then I can go a little slower, but still be able to cum.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

At the first thrust of his hips, his length drove deeper into your core than it had all night, making you yelp, which he took as a sign he’d done something right. With the combination of you grinding against him while he jerked upwards, your faith in climaxing was once more restored, feeling the pressure in your lower half building up.

“Fuck! I can’t, I’m gonna cum!” Kazutora blurted abruptly, catching you off guard.

“It’s okay, baby. You can cum,” you coaxed, pressing your lips to his one last time before he spilled his hot seed inside of you. His body trembled beneath you as you sped up your pace, desperate to reach ecstasy with him despite his whining about how you were overstimulating him. “Sorry, sorry, I’m almost there!” You made him endure for just a little longer before the building tension you’d sustained for far too long finally burst, igniting your whole body ablaze with bliss burning through your veins. Collapsing on top of him with a heavy exhale, you withdrew him from you before burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“So… how was it?” you drawled lifelessly against his skin.

“I… can’t even put it into words,” he replied breathily.

“In a good way?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad then.”

***

Only good memories came to you when you remembered the previous night, and the more you thought about it the less you wanted to leave. Something about Kazutora was so appealing to you, that it made you want to keep seeing him; you wanted to learn more about him and break down his walls, get closer with him… you were curious also of his history with Toman and why you hadn’t seen him before. Maybe one day, he’d share these things with you, but until he did, you decided becoming his friend was the first step to gaining his trust, so upon leaving, you left him your number, hoping he felt the same way about you.

[[ Part II ]]

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟠: 𝔖𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢!

A/N: Megumi being ticklish :3 that’s all im sayin… sorry this is so late but… i finished eventually LOL -kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Fushiguro Megumi x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,065

Finally, with the holiday season coming to a close, the hustling and bustling of the city had calmed down, at least to its normal level of business. It was the perfect time to do some after Christmas shopping and enjoy what was left of the decorations and lights before they’d be taken down for the year. You decided it’d be fun to turn your little shopping spree plus evening city stroll into a date, so you ended up dragging Megumi along with you. Though he wasn’t much of a shopper himself, he did assist in carrying your bags and providing input on what things you should or shouldn’t buy (especially clothes); he was very fond of spending time with you, even if it meant doing things that weren’t exactly in his interests.

It felt like hardly any time had passed when darkness had begun to fall, the stars and moon illuminating the night sky while the street lights and remaining Christmas lights brightened up the dim streets. You both agreed that packing the bags in the car first would be ideal, so you could simply admire the beauty of the city without the burden of carrying around unnecessary luggage and it was definitely the right decision. With the crisp winter air swirling around your silhouettes, you tightly embraced Megumi’s bicep, clinging onto him for warmth as the two of you casually made your way down the sidewalk going god knows where. All you cared about in that moment was the quality time you were spending with Megumi.

“Where are we going?” he asked in his signature monotonous voice.

“No idea,” you admitted with a shrug as you continued to drag him down the sidewalk.

“Do you know how to get back to the car?”

“Mm, no,” you hummed, “That’s what Google Maps is for.”

He only let out a deep sigh in response, shaking his head at your carelessness, but on the other hand, one of the things he admired about you was your free, adventurous spirit. After wandering around for another five minutes or so, you guys were most definitely lost, however, you stumbled across a corner that had a big, lighted and decorated Christmas tree, and seeing as many couples were taking pictures in front of it, you just had to join in on the fun.

“Look, Megumi! Let’s take a picture!” you exclaimed excitedly, quickly pulling and dragging him toward the tree with you, to which he gave no verbal response, neither agreeing or disagreeing. Once the two of you found an open space in front of the tree, you whipped out your phone and switched it to selfie mode, experimenting to find the best angle to take the picture.

As you played around with the phone angle, Megumi shifted himself to stand behind you, chin resting on one of your shoulders to pose for the picture which came to you as a pleasant surprise. However, despite his cute gesture, he had his usual deadpan poker face on in the picture, making you groan as you glanced over the picture.

“You look angry,” you whined, poking his cheek with your index.

“What do you mean? That’s just my face,” he argued.

“Well, yeah your normal face looks angry, but I want you to look happy in the picture.”

Reposing for the camera, chin resting upon your shoulder once more, he held up a peace sign this time, but his facial expression remained exactly the same and so of course, he still looked angry.

“Oh my god, just smile, dammit,” you griped, lightly tickling his side to crack a little smile from him, but it also made him flinch and hop to the side.

“Okay, fine. I’ll smile,” he agreed with a brief chuckle, “But don’t tickle me.”

‘Third time’s the charm,’ they say, and just as he’d said, he smiled in the picture; it definitely wasn’t a big smile, but he looked happy nevertheless, and that’s all you wanted, really. Being finally satisfied, the two of you decided it was time to back track and find your way back to the car, but before searching up the general location of where you’d parked the car, you wanted to change your lockscreen to the picture you’d just taken with your beloved boyfriend. You smiled to yourself giddily, staring down at the cute picture of the two of you until you noticed the peace sign behind your head. You hadn’t noticed initially due to the back lighting from the tree, but after observing the image for a while, it became much more apparent.

“You gave me bunny ears?!” you snapped, pouting at Megumi as the two of you retraced your steps as much as you could.

“It’s cute,” he answered casually, not even batting an eye at your flustered response.

“I just wanted a nice picture of us. Now it’s a silly picture…”

“No, it’s still nice.”

Groaning to yourself, you finally dropped the topic and occupied yourself instead with finding your way back to the car. Sadly, the walk back was pretty quiet and gloomy, given Megumi was well, himself and you were still moping over the whole picture situation. You anticipated that the mood would linger for the car ride home as well, but the tides changed unexpectedly when Megumi cupped your cheek in his cold palm, turning your face towards him as he leaned in and carefully placed his lips on yours.

“W-what was that for?” you muttered softly, as he pulled away, his thumb lovingly caressing your cheek.

“Smile,” he answered, “If you really want, I can drive us back to the tree to take another selfie… a nice one.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you clicked the power button to glance at your new home screen once more. Megumi’s little grin was to die for, and aside from his fingers sticking up behind your head, you looked pretty good in the picture as far as your hair, the angle, your smile… would you really be able to hit all those points if you tried to recreate the image?

“I guess… the picture is kinda cute, huh?” you gave in at last, a smirk tugging at your lips as you tried to suppress your growing smile.

“That’s what I said,” he reiterated.

“Okay, fine. I’ll keep this one,” you chuckled, pecking him on the lips one last time, “Let’s go home.”

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟞: 𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, ℑ𝔱'𝔰 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔒𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢

A/N: omgggg so i've been done with this for a while but i couldnt think of a damn title 😐 the title is still sh*t but its fine for now i guess lmao (im open to suggestions) -kuri

@kaaytea [sorry im like a day late (probably 2 days for you ahh) ;-; i think i like this story slightly more than the Itsuki one though]

@shoichee [hii idk if you'd be interested in this but 😬😬😬 might be kinda lame compared to my Imayoshi fic fsjdfi]

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kise Ryouta x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

[[WARNING - KnB spoilers]]

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,568

Finally, after two extremely intense games, it was down to the final bracket of the Winter Cup. You’d attended both games to see Kise play, however, Kaijou had lost in the semi-finals against Seirin and unfortunately, would not be advancing to the finals.

Kise and you were classmates, and had been talking since the beginning of the school year. Though it seemed the two of you had developed mutual feelings for each other, neither could be sure, thus hindering both ends from making any advances beyond simply hanging out outside of school.

After Kaijou’s elimination from the Winter Cup, you had no intention of seeing the finals since you’d only been going to see Kise, but the plan changed when he asked you one day after school to come watch it with him. Since he’d asked, you couldn’t say no and well, that’s where things currently stood.

Kise had offered to meet at your house, then walk to the arena together and despite the cold weather, you agreed. Maybe it’d be a valid enough excuse to walk just a bit closer to him, or maybe, just maybe he’d offer you his coat or something like that. When you answered the door, he greeted you with his usual, charming smile that unleashed a flurry of butterflies inside, and you could only hope it wasn’t written all over your face just how flustered you were.

“Shall we?” he offered to which you only nodded, and once you shut and locked the door behind you, he led the way to the arena.

“So did you enjoy the last two games? Even though we lost the second one?” Kise started, attempting to make small talk with you while you strolled down the dim, chilly streets..

“Yeah, you played so well. It was hard to keep my eyes off of you,” you admitted bashfully, turning away from him as you spoke.

“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, “I’m glad to hear it. The next time you watch a game, I’ll be sure to show off even more.”

Not having a response to his remark, you only chuckled, however, he seemed to receive your simple reaction well from the way he flashed you his charismatic grin once more. As the two of you continued to converse, Kise managed to pick up on how your voice had become shaky, and upon closer observation, he noticed that you were shivering.

“Are you cold?” he frowned in concern, stopping in his tracks to check up on you, “Do you want my coat?”

Saying yes to taking his coat was extremely tempting, given you’d been fantasizing about it ever since he picked you up, but you knew better than to rob him of his only source of warmth in the frigid weather. “Yeah, I’m a bit cold… but it’s okay! We’re almost there aren’t we? Without your coat in this weather, you’ll freeze and catch a cold.”

“Well, since we're almost there, all the more you can have it. I can handle the cold for just a few more minutes.” With that, he grabbed the hems of his coat to slide off of his shoulders and give it to you, that is until you stopped him, bunching the thick material in your hands and holding it closed, preventing him from removing it.

“Please, Kise. You need to stay warm too,” you pleaded, staring up at him with worried eyes.

“Well… if you won’t take my coat then…” he paused for a moment to think of what he could do, still determined as ever to keep you warm. “Then, take this!” he spoke excitedly as he unwrapped the fuzzy scarf from around his neck, and swaddled you in it instead. “Better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded in delight as you inhaled his musky scent which was entwined into the threads of the scarf.

The rest of the walk took under five minutes, and thankfully, inside the arena was much warmer than outside. Once the two of you took your seats, Kise gave you all the insight about the teams playing, particularly his ex-teammates Kuroko Tetsuya from Seirin and Akashi Seijuro from Rakuzan. He pointed out little details during the game that you wouldn’t have noticed otherwise, and he explained the strategies each team was using to combat each other; seeing the whole big picture really made the game much more entertaining even though you were practically watching a bunch of strangers.

The game concluded with Seirin barely taking the win, which left Kise with a lot to talk about on the walk home. You stopped first at the vending machine to get some hot coffee knowing it’d be even colder walking back in the later hours of the evening compared to when you guys were arriving. It was cute to see him rambling on and on about how crazy the game was and all the things Kuroko and Akashi had done, what they could’ve done differently, and even the other possible outcomes that could’ve resulted, theoretically.

His gushing over the game made the walk feel a lot shorter this time around, but maybe the combination of the hot coffee and Kise’s scarf keeping you warm contributed too… but you didn’t want it to end. Seeing your house come into view just made your heart sink to your stomach, wishing your time with Kise never had to end.

“I had so much fun today, Kise. Thanks for inviting me to see the finals,” you cooed with a soft smile, hoping to at least draw out this moment a while more before returning to your humble home.

“Yeah, no problem!” Kise responded cheerfully, “I wanted to see Kuroko-cchi and Akashi-cchi play each other and thought maybe since you’d watched the first two games you’d enjoy watching the final too.”

“Initially, I wasn’t planning on it since you weren’t playing, but I’m really glad you asked because I ended up enjoying it a lot. I’d love to see more games with you in the future.”

“In that case, I’ll hit you up anytime I’m planning to go watch a game,” he said with a cheeky wink, “That reminds me though, there’s something I wanted to ask you before you go.”

“Oh, right, your scarf!” you announced in realization that you were about to take it home with you. Just as you began to unwrap the heavy cloth from your neck, he stopped you, grabbing you by the hands before you could proceed.

“No, not that,” he interjected, “Keep it. I have lots of scarves at home. What I wanted to say is… I was waiting things out to be sure before telling you this. After tonight, I feel a little more confident in my suspicion so, I’m just gonna say it. I like you, and I’d like to think you feel the same, so I was hoping we could make this official. What do you say?”

Your eyes widened at his confession and proposal, not that you were against it, but it did catch you completely off guard. Despite how you’d been dreaming of this day since the start of the school year, you didn’t expect it to come so soon and especially not at that very moment. You wanted to say more, but being at loss for words, the only thing that could come out was a simple, “Yes,” before he scooped you up into a hug and spun you around.

“Yes! I can finally call you mine,” he cheered as he gently placed you back on the ground, the purest smile strung across his face when you looked back up at him.

Amidst the celebratory moment, one thing he’d mentioned earlier stood out to you. “Was I… that obvious tonight?” you asked shyly, eyes darting away from his pretty yellow ones out of embarrassment that he’d simply read you like a book.

“No! No, you weren’t. I was being extra observant because I was interested, and even still I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. A lot of girls y’know… fawn over my looks or the fact that I was one of the Generation of Miracles or whatever, so to be around someone who always acts so genuinely in front of me made it hard to discern if you were just a nice person or if you were actually showing interest.”

“Oh,” you muttered under your breath, unable to wipe the dorky grin off your face, “Well, I’m glad you concluded the latter.”

“Yeah, me too,” he chuckled, “I didn’t want to wait for the new year to see you again. Are you free on Christmas Eve?”

“I think so. I’ll let you know if not,” you answered, excited to possibly be spending the holidays with your new boyfriend.

“Great! I’ll text you with details later, okay? You should go inside, it’s cold out here,” Kise urged, preparing to say his goodbyes. Before he could go, you gave him one last hug and thanked him once more for an amazing night.

“Thank you for everything, Kise. I’m excited to see what the future has in store for us, and I’m looking forward to seeing you on Christmas.”

“No, thank you for everything, and I’m your boyfriend now aren’t I? Just call me, Ryouta.”

“Alright, Ryouta. Text me when you get home. Goodnight,” you parted with a wave which he returned as he made his way down the sidewalk.

“I will. Goodnight.”

And then he went home and caught a cold the next day because he was out in the cold for so damn long, and you ended up going over to take care of him.

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟟: 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔞𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠

A/N: sorry if this is awful 🙃 im realizing that writing a bunch of fics day after day really drains your inspiration and makes it really hard to keep writing… i do plan to finish the other fics, but obviouslyyy not on time lol

anyways… HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! thanks for sticking around with me this year! looking forward to 2022 with all of you 🥳 ~kuri 💜

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: You Shunshin x F!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,168

It was the day before New Year’s Eve, and Shunshin along with some former teammates from Akikawa had decided on celebrating at your guys’ house. As a result, he was spending most of the day cleaning and making preparations for the so-called party you’d be hosting tomorrow night. You decided it’d be nice if you helped him out, so you did, however, it was starting to get boring just tidying and decorating the house all day long.

“Shun, we should take a break,” you suggested, plopping down onto the couch while he wiped down the entire kitchen.

“Are you tired?” he responded whilst continuing to concentrate on his cleaning.

“Well, no… but I’m particularly tired of cleaning. It’s not like the house needs to be spot free, y’know. It’s just Nino and the guys, I don’t think they’ll care…” you reasoned, hoping to persuade him to calm down just a bit with the cleaning.

“I know, but it’s been a while since we’ve done a deep clean around the house. Since they’re coming over tomorrow, I figured we could kill two birds with one stone.”

“But… we’ve been cleaning all day. Don’t you need a break?”

“Maybe once I finish the kitchen.”

Groaning to yourself, you sank further into the couch, defeated that your attempts to get Shunshin to lay off the cleaning had failed. After distracting yourself on your phone for what you felt was too long, you decided that simply waiting around wouldn’t stop your boyfriend from continuing with what he was doing, so instead, you chose to do something about it.

“Shuuun…” you whined, walking up to him in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around his waist with your face squished into his chest, “Take a break already.”

“Is it that important to you that I take a break?” he asked, hugging you back with only his elbows to avoid touching you with his dirty hands.

“Yes. You’re working too hard. You deserve a break.” Looking up at him with loving eyes, your hands moved from his waist, up his body and around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss which he happily indulged in, but only for a brief moment before he pulled away.

“Alright, fine. Just let me wash my hands first,” he agreed, succumbing to your wish at last. Happily cheering, you waited patiently for him to finish before taking him into your arms once more and reconnecting your lips.

“Such a workaholic,” you muttered between kisses as you snuck your hands under his shirt. He hummed in response, encouraging you to continue

“So this is what you meant by a break?” Shunshin questioned, but still, he invited your actions.

“Well, no… not initially. I just meant we should both take a break in general… but this would make for a pretty good break, don’t you think?”

Before answering, he scooped you up into a princess carry and started making his way out of the kitchen. “Yes, I believe this is a good way for us to utilize our break,” he spoke, carrying you all the way to the bedroom and gently laying you down on top of the fluffy comforter.

“Glad we’re on the same page now,” you replied breathily before pulling his face down to you and closing the gap between your lips, but still, you yearned for more intimacy. Hooking your legs around his waist, you pulled the rest of his body flush against you, allowing you to bathe in his warmth and sweet scent. Moments after, he broke the kiss to press a chaste peck to your cheek before letting his soft lips wander down your neck to your collarbone and then your chest.

You’d always admired how meticulous Shunshin was in everything that he did, and he was so much more so in bed. He cared so much about how he was making you feel, always taking mental notes on things you liked or didn’t like, and he was oh so observant of your reactions to everything. With him, nothing ever went unnoticed and you could never get away with faking anything. It also meant that he encouraged you to be responsive whenever he did anything to you, so he could discern how good or bad things felt for you and further make adjustments to enhance your experience as much as he could. It made for some of the best sex you’d ever experienced, and you knew it’d continue to get better with time.

Once you’d both unclothed yourselves, Shunshin retook his position on top of you, and this time, his lips ventured further south on your body. Soon enough, his face was between your legs, tongue swirling around and flicking at your sensitive bundle of nerves while his long, slender digits worked wonders past your slick folds. Sometimes, it felt like he knew your body better than you did with how quickly he got you to the edge, and his continuous studies and observations of you in bed were likely to thank.

You barely lasted another minute when the building tension in your core burst, sending waves of pleasure surging through your body. Shunshin grinned to himself in satisfaction, loathing his feat for a moment before positioning himself to your entrance, steadily easing himself into your fleshy cavern once you’d given him the okay.

The way he stretched you out just right made it seem like he was made for you, and the way he effortlessly hit that spot deep in your core with each stroke made your insides tingle in delight. As he picked up his pace, he coaxed your body to climax and even though you tried, resisting became increasingly difficult; he was just too damn good.

With your limbs squeezing tightly around his torso and face buried into the crook of his neck, you braced yourself for the euphoria that was soon to come. It took nothing more than a few more hits to your sweet spot to push you over the edge, white hot pleasure erupting through your trembling body as you rode out your high, this one more intense than the first.

Once he’d felt that you came, Shunshin withdrew himself from you and finished on your stomach, as he always did to ensure your safety. Pressing his forehead to yours for a moment, he captured your lips in a soft kiss before cleaning you up and settling back in bed next to you.

“I have a feeling you probably don’t want to do much cleaning now, huh?” Shunshin asked, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“How’d you know?” you laughed weakly, still recovering from the earlier events.

“Just a guess,” he shrugged, “But it’s fine. How about we just make it one of our resolutions for the new year?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, wondering just how you’d gotten lucky enough to find someone as caring and selfless as Shunshin. “Yeah, I like that idea,” you agreed, snuggling up into his chest.

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟜: 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔉𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

A/N: im just falling farther and farther behind schedule 🙃🙃🙃 hopefully ill catch up before new years. ~kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Matsuoka Rin x Nanase Haruka

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff, Childhood!AU

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,182

“Haru-chan! Rin-chan is here! Are you ready to go?” Haru’s mom called to him up the stairwell. Soon enough, little Haru emerged from his bedroom wearing his ugly Christmas sweater with a cartoon mackerel on it, giving his mother a small nod before slowly making his way down the stairs. Taking his hand, she walked him to the front door where Rin had been waiting excitedly to see his best friend.

“Haru-chan!” he exclaimed, slinging his arms around him into a hug. Of course, Haru didn’t hug him back, but secretly, he was very fond of skinship with Rin, who was completely oblivious to the light blush dusting Haru’s cheeks.

“Alright, you boys have fun!” was the last thing Haru’s mom said before the two friends were off to the annual Iwatobi Swim Club Christmas party.

“Bye, aunty!” Rin called as they made their way down the sidewalk, waving to Haru’s mom who still stood in the doorway.

“How come your sweater has a mackerel on it, Haru-chan?” Rin giggled, pointing to the fish embroidered on the middle of his sweater, “Mackerels aren’t for Christmas! Look at mine! It’s a reindeer.”

“I like mackerel. My mom made it for me,” Haru answered quietly.

“But it’s not a Christmas animal!”

Haru simply ignored Rin’s comment, choosing instead to look out at the beautiful ocean glistening under the sunlight along the path to the Iwatobi swim club. He felt as though the waves were calling to him, inviting him to jump in and go for a swim, but given how chilly it was out, he suppressed the urge to do so.

“Wow! Look at the decorations, Haru-chan!” Rin exclaimed as the swim club came into view, grabbing Haru by the hand and running up to the entrance.

“Merry Christmas, Rin and Haru!” Coach Sasabe greeted at the door, “Makoto and Nagisa are already inside.”

“Merry Christmas!” Rin answered in passing as he dashed into the main room where the arts and crafts station was set up, still dragging Haru along with him. This year, it was wreath making, so staff members had pre-cut paper plates to use as the base, and then hole-punched them and tied them with ribbon so it could be hung. Small squares of tissue paper were cut to use as the leaves, and small bells, pine cones, pompoms, and ribbon were provided to use as embellishments.

“Rin-chan! Haru-chan!” a familiar voice called from one end of the table. It took only a few seconds to spot the small blonde boy, jumping around in his seat and waving his arms in the air for the two boys to see. Next to him sat another boy, bigger in frame with brown hair and green eyes, who greeted Haru and Rin only as they approached, seating themselves in the empty seats next to them.

“Wow!” Rin chimed, peering over at the wreaths his friends made, “Nagisa and Makoto are almost done with their wreaths!” Without wasting any time, Rin grabbed whatever supplies he could get his hands on and started gluing them onto his paper plate frame, eager to join in on the Christmas festivities with his swimming buddies. The three of them finished making their wreaths within the next five or so minutes, meanwhile, Haru was taking his time to make his.

“Haru-chan, you’re so slow!” Rin teased, looking over to see that more than half of Haru’s plate was still empty, “We’re gonna go play games in the back. Come meet us when you’re done!” Before Haru could even acknowledge what Rin said, he’d already run off with Nagisa and Makoto to the games station, leaving Haru at the table alone to finish his wreath. He’d been crinkling each square of tissue paper before gluing it on to make his wreath fuller and fluffier, and at the end, he added some pine cones and pompoms, and tied some ribbon into a bow to glue at the top.

“Wow, look what we have here, a little artist!” Coach Sasabe remarked, seeing Haru’s finished wreath and giving him a pat on the head, “Where are the others?”

“Playing games,” he answered in his usual soft spoken voice.

“Why don’t you go play with them? There’s still time, and we’ve got some pretty good prizes this year, y’know!”

Haru gave no verbal response this time, but after hearing Coach Sasabe’s words, he got up out of his seat and made his way to the back where the games were set up to find his friends. Rin ended up spotting him first and ran up to him with his handful of prizes from games he’d won, one of which happened to be fish. “Here,” he offered, handing the fish plushie over to Haru, “It matches your sweater!”

“Thanks,” Haru muttered, looking away to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks as he took the toy from Rin.

“I wanna see your wreath,” he demanded, grabbing the craft which dangled from Haru’s wrist by the ribbon tied around the top. “Wah! How come yours is so nice?!” Rin whined, holding his own wreath up to Haru’s to compare.

“Yeah, yours is really nice, Haru!” Makoto added.

Ignoring both of their comments, Haru started to wander off to look at the games instead.

“Oh, oh! This game is fun, play this one!” Rin insisted, taking Haru again by the hand and dragging him along to the games he’d played earlier.

Wanting to get home before it got too dark, the boys only played a few more games before eating and getting ready to leave.

“Shall we walk home together, Haru?” Makoto suggested before the four boys parted ways. Haru hummed and gave a brief nod in response, given he and Makoto did live close to each other.

“Alright then, we’ll be going now. See you guys later!” Makoto announced with a wave, heading down the path to his and Haru’s houses.

“Wait,” Haru interjected, turning back and running up to Rin, who gave him a puzzled look as he approached. “Here,” Haru spoke as he handed his wreath to Rin, “You can have it.”

“Really?!” Rin’s eyes widened in excitement, reaching out to grab the little craft from him, “Thanks, Haru-chan!”

***

“You still have that thing?” Haru asked Rin as they unpacked the Christmas decorations to put up in their new, shared apartment.

“Yeah, why would I throw it away?” Rin questioned, as he looked for somewhere to hang the makeshift wreath.

“Because it's old…”

“Old doesn’t mean bad. This was the first gift you ever gave me, y’know. I’ve cherished it since then. I even took it with me to Australia.”

Thinking back to that day, Haru remembered that he too received a gift from Rin, that he’d held dear for the past however many years it’s been. He’d still yet to unpack it from one of the many boxes piled in the bedroom, but little did Rin know that Haru never slept without the little fish plushie that he’d won for him at the Iwatobi Swim Club Christmas party that one year in primary school.

They're together in the present in case you're wondering

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚: ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔈𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔢

A/N: oh my gosh im so late posting this 🙃🙃🙃 anyways its Christmas Eve yaay. sorry if ya'll aren't into pokemon... Eevee is a pokemon lmao but idk i just thought itd be cute bc Christmas Eve... even though its a bad pun ... im sorry -kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Tadano Itsuki x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,012

You awoke to an empty bed, the wintery weather outside leaving the bedroom feeling extra empty and cold. Maybe he wanted to squeeze in some practice time with Mei in the early morning hours before fulfilling the Christmas Eve plans he’d made with you, you thought. So in the meantime, you decided to make some breakfast and coffee so he’d have something to eat once he got back.

“Tadaima! (ただいま: I’m home)” The voice of your lover sounded from the front door just as you finished plating the food.

“Okaeri (おかえり: welcome home),” you greeted, popping your head out of the kitchen to see Itsuki holding a huge Christmas gift bag with green and red tissue covering the top. “What’s that? Where’d you go? I thought maybe you went to practice with Mei-san.”

“I went to pick up your Christmas present,” he answered, holding the bag out to you, “Merry Christmas! You have to open it now.”

“Wait what?” you questioned with a puzzled look on your face as you took the bag from him, “Shit, it’s heavy… why do I need to open it now?”

“Because you have to. I have more stuff in the car, but you have to open this one first.”

“…But why?”

“Just open it,” he whined, helping you to carefully put the bag down on the living room floor.

“Fine, fine,” you finally gave in, seating yourself in front of the gift and yanking out the tissue. Peering into the bag, see a plain white cardboard box with a handle, so you pull it out of the gift bag to see holes punched out around the top half or the box and the name of your local animal shelter printed on the sides. “No… you didn’t!” you gasped, placing the box back onto the floor and fumbling to quickly open it up, “Oh my god, Itsuki!”

At the bottom of the box laid a fluffy, orange tabby kitten that was fast asleep, curled comfortably into a little ball. Reaching inside, you cupped the little ball of fur into your palms and carefully lifted it out before cradling it into your arms. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Boy.”

“I’m gonna name him Eevee,” you announced, scratching him lightly behind the ears with your index.

“Eevee?” Itsuki ridiculed, “Eevee doesn’t have stripes. His name is Tora (とら/虎: tiger).”

“Tora?! Tigers aren’t fluffy,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, but he has stripes,” he puffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s my gift! So I’m naming him Eevee, because he came home on Christmas Eve, and because he’s fluffy like Eevee.”

“Ugh, fine!” Itsuki groaned, finally giving up on the names as he stood up to grab the other things from the car that he’d mentioned earlier. He’d bought a litter box, cat tree, food and water bowls, a little hut, kitten food, and some toys, so you helped him with carrying everything into the house and setting it up.

You’d left Eevee on the couch to sleep while the two of you set everything up, but just as you finished, you noticed him stretching out of the corner of your eye, so you decided to check up on him and maybe if his energy was up, you’d play with him a little bit too.

“Eevee,” you called in a high pitched voice as you crouched down in front of the couch where he’d been sleeping. He gave you a little meow in response and curiously approached you to sniff your fingers before rubbing his cheek up against them.

“Okay, what about Fluffy?” Itsuki suggested, crouching down next to you.

“You’re still on about the names?” you groaned, “I already told you I like Eevee.”

“How about Ginger?”

“No.”

“Pumpkin?”

“No!”

“Milo?”

“Why are you so against the name Eevee?!”

“Because he doesn’t look like Eevee!”

“So what!? He’s Eevee because it’s Christmas Eve I said…” You pouted as you continued to pet him.

Noticing your depleted mood, Itsuki started to feel bad that he had made such a huge deal over something as small as the name of your own kitten. There wasn’t really much point in arguing anyways because ultimately, since he’s your cat, you had the final say in what his name would be.. “I’m sorry,” he spoke shyly, but still, he scooted closer to you and slung a comforting arm over your shoulders, “You’re right. He’s your cat, so if you want him to be called Eevee, he can be Eevee. I shouldn’t have prodded so much, I’m sorry.”

Staying mad at him was tempting, but you honestly appreciated everything else about his gift; it was the best you’d get this year for sure, so on the inside, you knew it wouldn’t be worth it to hold a grudge over such a frivolous thing. “It’s okay… let’s just forget our dumb little argument and move on, okay?” you offered, turning to face him with a small smile.

Leaning in, Itsuki pressed a soft peck to your lips before returning your smile. “I like that idea.”

“So… we’re calling him Eevee,” you stated as you reverted your attention back to your new furry friend, who seemed to be growing livelier by the second. A silence followed to which you frowned momentarily until you turned to see that Itsuki had gotten up to grab some of the cat toys he’d purchased earlier that morning.

“Eevee!” he called as he brought them over, shaking one of them over his head. Eevee’s eyes dilated at the sight of the frilly strings flailing above him, and so he started to jump and reach at them in an attempt to catch them. It warmed your heart to see your two babies playing happily together, and you were extra grateful that Itsuki had finally accepted “Eevee” as the name of choice for your new family addition. Despite being named after a pokemon, “Eevee” would always be a reminder to you of the special day that he brought light to your little family of now, three, on one fine Christmas Eve.

[4kominato]

A/N: Hi friends!!! This event is honestly just purely self-indulgent 😅 It’s a 10 day countdown to the new year, also including christmas in the mix. I have chosen 10 characters/ships that I like and shuffled them in the order as seen on the calendar. I have also come up with 10 prompts, half SWF and half NSWF (alternating each day) and assigned them to the pairings I felt were most appropriate 😁

Hope you all are looking forward to it hehe. [Titles will be posted as they are made, and posts will be linked] ~ kuri ♡

details below

Day 1 - Christmas Blessings Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader NSFW Prompt: Things get heated by the fireplace

Day 2 - Christmas Eevee Pairing: Tadano Itsuki x Reader Prompt: He gets you a kitten + arguing over names

Day 3 - Merry Kiss-mas Pairing: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) x Reader NSFW Prompt: He secretly puts mistletoe over the bed

Day 4 - Mackerels Aren't For Christmas Pairing: Matsuoka Rin x Nanase Haruka Prompt: Christmas arts and crafts (childhood friends)

Day 5 - Feverish Pairing: Kanemaru Shinji x Reader NSFW Prompt: Teasing him under the table

Day 6 - Baby, It's Cold Outside Pairing: Kise Ryouta x Reader Prompt: Watch Winter Cup together

Day 7 - Workaholic Pairing: You Shunshin x Reader NSFW Prompt: You interrupt while he's preparing for a party

Day 8 - Smile! Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader Prompt: Walking down the sidewalk to see Christmas lights

Day 9 - The First, but Not the Last Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x Reader NSFW Prompt: New Year's party one night stand

Day 10 - Title Pairing: Yuuki Tetsuya x Isashiki Jun Prompt: ...

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟝: 𝔉𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥

A/N: ok so apparently i got very carried away here and it turned out a lot longer than anticipated... even though the smut part is pretty short and brief... also... i dont care what yall think, Kanemaru is 100% sub, but he thinks he's dom. that's how it is lmao (and once again... apologies on how late this is, i'm gonna try to finish Kise tonight too, in my time-zone 🥲) ~kuri

It's not really mentioned outright in the fic, but just FYI, Haruichi and Toujou are together, as well as Sawamura and Furuya

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kanemaru Shinji x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,110

“Shinji!” you called from the front door, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah!” he answered, emerging from the master bedroom dressed in his ugly Christmas sweater.

“Look at you. Aren’t you just adorable,” you praised, pinching his already reddening cheek.

“Tch…” he clicked his tongue, bashfully darting his eyes away, “Why do you always have to embarrass me?”

“Because your reactions are the cutest,” you grinned, giving him a little boop on the nose.

“Ergh…” he puffed as he made his way out to the car, “Did you pack our Secret Santa gifts?”

“Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Once he’d locked the front door, the two of you were off to Toujou’s house. Haruichi answered the door upon your arrival, Toujou being busy with setting the table.

“Merry Christmas!” Haruichi greeted, welcoming the two of you into his humble dwelling.

“Merry Christmas,” the two of you answered in unison as you removed your shoes and stepped inside.

“Hideaki-kun is just finishing up some last minute preparations. You guys can leave the Secret Santa gifts on this table,” Haruichi stated, motioning to a small table which already had two gifts on it, “And feel free to make yourselves at home until the food is ready.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, the two of you were just about to seat yourselves on the couch when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Kanemaru offered, assuming that it was probably the last of the guests arriving, and he was right.

“Kanemaru!” a loud and obnoxious voice greeted upon opening the door.

“Wamura! Furuya! Merry Christmas!” Kanemaru greeted and gestured for them to join the rest of you inside.

“Merry Christmas,” you chimed in, wanting to give the familiar guests a warm welcome as well.

“You guys can sit at the table! Food is just about done,” Toujou announced as Kanemaru showed the two new guests where to put their Secret Santa gifts.

Excitedly, everyone took their seats quickly while Haruichi and Toujou brought out the food and placed it on the table. Everything smelled and looked absolutely amazing, though that wasn’t a surprise, given Toujou was voted as the “best cook” among your class. After thanking them for the food, (itadakimasu/いただきます：thank you for the food or let’s eat) everyone happily dug in, hardly conversing because they were too busy enjoying how great the food tasted. It wasn’t until after everyone started to slow down that the boys started talking and catching up with one another; it’d been quite a while since the last time they'd all gathered together and hung out.

They reminisced a lot about the Seido days, which was where they all met, but having met Kanemaru in uni, there wasn’t much you could relate to or contribute to the conversation. Sure you’d heard the stories and met many of the other boys from the team, but you hadn’t actually been there for any of it so you felt you weren’t really on the same level.

Becoming “bored,” so to speak, you decided to have a little fun with your lover, just to spice things up a bit for yourself. It started with a simple game of footsies under the table, which he thought nothing of until you started to run your feet just a bit higher, stroking along his calves. You could tell he’d gotten slightly more tense, however, he did nothing to stop you and so you took this as an invitation.

Next, was your hand, your non-dominant one to be exact, so that you could still eat with one hand without any suspicions while the other rested on his thigh, gently and very subtly massaging his firm leg muscles as you gradually inched higher and higher. He still seemed tense, but still, he didn’t stop you, so you continued, waiting to see at what point he’d put a stop to your actions. Thank god for the tablecloth impeding the view, you thought as your hand finally reached the final destination, only to discover he was already hard.

You smirked to yourself at how well he hid the fact that was aroused, but would he be able to hide pleasure the same way? Running your fingers over the tent in his pants, you quickly found the tip and began to toy with it, gently stroking over it with a single finger before dragging that finger back down the rest of his length. He squirmed noticeably in his seat this time, but for the most part, he still held his composure. It did surprise you, however, that he’d still yet to give any sign of wanting you to stop. Maybe he was actually enjoying your risky behavior as if it was one of his secret little fantasies that he’d never shared with you.

You decided to go a little rougher this time, curling your fingers around his girth as much as his pants allowed, you stroked over his whole member. Watching Kanemaru attentively as he spoke, you noticed his speech losing fluidity, and soon, his ears along with his cheek started to flush a light pink… which didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Loud-mouth.

“Kanemaru, you’re turning red! Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?!” Sawamura yelled from across the table, only making matters worse for your poor boyfriend, but you were living for every second of it.

“Oh my, he’s right!” you played along, turning towards him and placing your hand on his forehead, “You do feel a bit warm.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kanemaru chuckled nervously, “Probably from uh… this morning when… I was shoveling the snow out of our driveway!”

Making eye contact with Haruichi, you knew he didn’t buy either of your bullshit, but he played along anyway, so as to not expose you to the others. (Admittedly, he was guilty of doing the same to Toujou on multiple occasions.) “There’s fever packs and medicine in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall to the right,” he stated with his closed-eyed smile which resembled that of his brother and gave somewhat of a passive aggressive energy to his words.

“Thank you,” you grinned back, guiding Kanemaru along who unfortunately had to hide his boner as he stood up from the table and followed you to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the two of you were locked safely in the bathroom that he unleashed his “anger” on you, but quietly of course, as to not draw any unnecessary attention to the predicament at hand.

“What did you think you were doing out there?!” Kanemaru whispered aggressively.

“Just having some fun,” you teased, flitting your eyes at him and playing the innocent card as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your thigh against his crotch.

“B-but during our Christmas dinner?! You couldn’t wait until after we got back home?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You didn’t stop me and just look at how hard you got!”

“Yeah, er… because…” he sputtered, but you knew had no good excuse, so you simply pressed your lips against his to shut him up. Keeping his lips captivated with yours, you undid his pants and briefly palmed his stiff member through his briefs before setting it free. “What are you doing?!” he panicked, separating your lips as you reached down to grab his cock.

“Giving you a hand job, what does it look like?” you answered with a slight bit of sass, but no intention of biting.

“Right now?! They’ll be suspicious! It already doesn’t look good that we’re locked in the bathroom together!” Despite his arguing, Kanemaru still seemed to invite your actions, putting absolutely no effort into stopping you, just like before.

“So what are you gonna do about it, hm?” you challenged, testing to see if he really had any intentions of stopping you. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and from that reaction you knew instantly that he wanted to do this just as much as you did, it’s just that he was nervous about getting caught, which would account for his blabbering. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick,” you assured as you knelt down in front of him and took him into your mouth. It wasn’t difficult at all to get him going, considering you knew exactly how he liked it. In almost no time at all, you had his whole body trembling at your will while the grip he had on your hair was still as gentle as ever for fear of hurting you.

“You can cum in my mouth, Shinji, don’t be shy,” you pulled off for a second and pumped him in the meantime to ensure your progress wouldn’t be lost. You waited to resume, assuming he’d have something to say in response, as he always did.

“A-are you sure though? Like really sure?” he asked, being the worry-wort he was.

“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t tell you to do it unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

Letting out a deep sigh, he finally agreed, and so you took him into your mouth once more to finish him off. The look he had on his face as he writhed in pleasure made your insides tingle, urging you to go even faster so you could see his “O” face instead, but from the way he was twitching in your mouth you knew it wouldn’t be much longer anyways.

A sense of satisfaction washed over you at the sound of the words you were dying to hear, “I’m going to cum,” and so you hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations from your mouth further coaxing his release. With a muffled grunt, the bitter taste of his warm essence streamed down the back of your throat and you swallowed every drop as he endured the intense climax while forcing himself to remain quiet.

He let out a raspy sigh as you withdrew yourself from him, his breathing obviously labored as he recovered from his euphoric episode. Kanemaru was always sleepy after sex so going into this, you knew you’d have to help him out a bit after the fact. Once you’d put his pants back on, you had him sit on the toilet while you rummaged through the cabinets for the fever packs that Haruichi mentioned earlier. Upon finding it, you quickly opened one up and discarded the trash before approaching Kanemaru and placing the pack on his forehead.

“Story is, we put this on your head to cool you down, but then you started to feel dizzy so you had to sit for a while… and now you’re just feeling a bit fatigued now… okay?” you explained as you squatted in front of him, lovingly taking his hands into your own.

“You don’t think they’ll just tell me to go home if I seem unwell?”

“Uh… maybe? But I’ll figure it out… I think Haruichi knows you’re not sick anyways…” you chuckled nervously.

“What makes you think that?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Um… a hunch…”you answered with a shrug before urging him to stand up, “We should go back. The longer we take, the more suspicious it’ll be.”

Easily agreeing, the two of you made your way back out to the table where his worried classmates awaited.

“Are you okay, Kanemaru?!” Sawamura yelled as the two of you approached.

“I don’t think the yelling helps,” Toujou added, attempting to calm him down.

“Yeah, he’s doing better,” you answered, lying to everyone through your teeth, “His fever seems to have gone down, but he’s just feeling a bit fatigued. He was having a bit of a dizzy spell earlier, but after resting for a bit and using the fever pack, he seems a bit better.”

“Do you need to go home early, Shinji?” Toujou asked worriedly, “It’s alright if you don’t feel good, we can always hang out another time.”

“No, no, I’m fine, really! It’s not that bad!” he chuckled nervously, waiting for you to back him up.

“Yeah, don’t worry! I’ve seen him really sick before, this is nothing,” you assured, however, to your dismay Toujou and Sawamura still seemed really concerned.

“Maybe we should exchange our gifts now so that they can go home. What do you think?” Toujou suggested to Haruichi, who made it obvious that he was completely unphased.

“If he says he’s fine, then he probably is,” Haruichi shrugged, “I think you’re being paranoid, Hideaki-kun.”

Thankfully, both Toujou and Sawamura seemed to be convinced by Haruichi’s words, so the two of you were able to rest a little easier for most of the night… except for the fact that Haruichi was being noticeably passive aggressive to the two of you.