#Hypnosis Mic Fanfiction

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HAI,BABY!!!!!

Sorry to bother you, but may i've a request for Ichiro Yamada, jiro Yamada , kuko harai ( if you write for him ) With a very girly fem reader, strawberry girl (because she likes eating strawberries)lovely and cheerful. With her cherry pink hair. Please 🙏💐

Cute Strawberry Girl Gf HCs (Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Kuko Harai)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Ichiro Yamada

His whole thing is probably that he’s sooooooo smug

Because you’re sooooooooo cute and you’re HIS girlfriend heheh

But like anytime you come to see him and you’re looking extra cute, he’ll find an excuse to take you out so he can show you off in public

Even if you were just coming over in some pajamas late at night for a chill night in LOL

He also probably likes the contrast between the two of you

Like he’s definitely not a soft-looking guy so he probably feels cool when you’re just hanging off his arm, gushing about something

And people are giving him all these stares like 

“Yeah the guy is cute or whatever but that girl is OUT OF HIS LEAGUE!!” or some shit like that

Also, you know he’s gonna be super super protective of anybody who he thinks looks like they might want to take advantage of you

Nobody messes with his pretty girl smh

Jiro Yamada

Bro would go broke for you, i can just feel it

Like he’s exactly like his brother in the way that he would absolutely show you off to anyone and everyone because who wouldn’t???

But he’d absolutely contribute to your cuteness by buying you a lot of stuff and spoiling you too damn much

So much that you have to avoid going to the mall with him because if he catches your eye lingering too long on a display case, you’ll get him pulling your arm saying “let’s go in here”

EVEN IF THE STORE HAS NOTHING HE’D EVER LIKE FOR HIMSELF

Like probably starting hustling a little extra when he started dating you

Because mans is gonna be picking up every little strawberry themed coin purse and every little cutesy looking hair pin and gonna be like

“What do you think babe?” while already checking out at the cash register

But honestly, he just can’t help - man is whipped and just loves see you happy

(And then seeing you wear or use whatever he got you because that’s how he knows you appreciate him)

Kuko Harai

You know the whole saying “asshole to the world, sweetheart to his girl?”

Yeah that’s him with you 10000%

You’re his everything and it’s immediately obvious when someone just how he acts around you

It’s almost comedic when the two of you meet up in public because he tones down the tough guy act sooooo much unconsciously and matches your energy a little more when you see him

Like he’ll be busy picking a fight with someone and the second he spot you rolling up with a smile on your face he’ll be like

“Hey beautiful i missed you <3” AND INSTANTLY GO ALL SOFT WITH YOU

It’s like night and day for the people who witness it because he’ll still be himself but sooooooo sweet and playful to you that it’s actually crazy

People all the time will see the two of you and wonder how on earth the two of you got together because you’re sooo different

But he can be such a good, doting boyfriend to you that you literally just couldn’t care what other people think about your relationship with each other

He seriously just adores you to death (and probably acts the same way as Ichiro does but on steroids lol)

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For a request - having tea with Jakurai? Possibly romantic, afab reader.

Summary: Jakurai harbors feelings for you. What better way to confess than over tea?

Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 867

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I love getting HypMic requests and this one was so cute! I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing it!

It was Jakurai's idea to invite you over for tea. He had gotten a lot closer to you in the past few weeks and he really wanted to get to know more about you. Of course, when Hifumi caught wind of the doctor's plans, he tried to plan the whole affair. But Jakurai was firm in his insistence that he would handle this little tea party on his own. Though he pouted, Hifumi did ask to be filled in on all the details afterwards, which he agreed to as an attempt to pacify him.

Before you arrived, Jakurai made sure his apartment was spotless. He picked the best dishes, made tasty little treats, and brewed his best blend of tea. A wave of anxiety rushed over him and he wasn't quite sure as to why. Eventually, he chalked it up to just being anxious over spending time with someone he didn't know a lot about and wanting to make a good impression so they could continue their relationship.

When you knocked on the door, he warmly welcomed you. You returned his greeting with a bright smile that seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. Your smile and your gorgeous spring dress made his heart skip a beat. That's when he realized where the anxiety was actually coming from. He was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you, and today's meeting would decide whether or not you'd be compatible with each other.

You complimented his apartment, mentioning how you liked the decor and how welcoming the atmosphere seemed. He thanked you and directed you to where you would be having tea. You perched on one of his easy chairs, and Jakurai couldn't help but imagine you always sitting there, claiming it as your spot. You were sitting in the perfect place where the sun softly shone on your hair and you could see everything in the room without too much effort. It was the optimal spot for comfort and functionality. He wanted you to use that chair every time you came over.

After pouring you a cup of tea, you complimented the taste and smell of the brew. He explained how he got such a fragrant and sweet tea by combining his favorite tea leaves and getting the right measurements to make the perfect cup of tea. You listened intently, even leaning in as if what he was saying was the most fascinating thing in the world. He couldn't help but become completely enamored with you. He knew right then and there, he was sunk.

Eventually, the topic of conversation moved on to your work and how things were going at your job. It was Jakurai's turn now to listen to you with fascination. He found he wasn't bored with what you were discussing, even if you yourself did. He liked the sound of your voice. It was pleasing to the ear and just the right amount of animation. He was truly smitten by you and he didn't want this lovely tea party to end.

It wasn't until the sun was getting low in the sky that you decided to call it a night. Halfway through the tea party, when the tea had run dry, you both switched to coffee. While Jakurai himself wasn't a fan, he was pleasantly surprised to see you liked both coffee and tea. Though it wasn't that big of a deal, to him it felt like an intimate detail about you. He now knew how you took your tea and your coffee, meaning he could make you a drink and know exactly how you liked it. 

Now, Jakurai is a gentleman, so of course he insisted on walking you home. You only lightly protested, but allowed him to nonetheless. Again, the two of you talked about anything and everything under the sun as you walked to your apartment. He loved engaging conversation. You always knew exactly what to say. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what falling in love felt like. Regardless of if it was or not, he knew he never wanted to let go.

When you reached your apartment, you shyly bid him good night but did not go in. It was as if you were waiting for something. And he was waiting for it too. So he came right out and said it.

"My dear, would you be willing to go out on a date with me next week?"

"Why, Dr. Jakurai. I thought you'd never ask!"

With that, you pressed a soft, pleasant kiss to his cheek, bid him good night once more, and slipped into your apartment building.

Jakurai, on the other hand, was frozen on the steps. His hand went to his cheek to lightly trace where your lips had just been. He didn't expect that. It seems you were still full of surprises with him. And he wanted to experience all of the surprises you had to offer for the rest of his life.

So with a self-contented smile, Jakurai began to walk back to his apartment, thinking of all the different date spots he could take you. And of course, as soon as he arrived home, he told Hifumi and Doppo everything.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Arisugawa Dice/Yumeno Gentaro, Nurude Sasara/Tsutsujimori Rosho, Aohitsugi Nemu & Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu & Yamada Ichiro Characters: Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu, Yamada Ichiro, Yumeno Gentaro, Arisugawa Dice, Nurude Sasara, Tsutsujimori Rosho, Harai Kuko, Kadenokoji Ichijiku Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - High School, Humor, Comedy, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Aohitsugi Nemu is a Little Shit, rosho is so done, hitoya is a janitor and a plot device Language: English Words: 9635

Summary: It's a tough gig being a student at Chuuoku High. For a number of reasons, most of which are why it’s tough to be a student at any high school - but in Chuuoku High, you’ve got to pick a side. Okay, no, maybe you don’t. Not really.

or: Samatoki and Ichiro being gay disasters, among other people and things. Welcome to Chuuoku High!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53952652

My longest fic yet and it's a silly thing inspired by some of the recent ARB events and that damned (affectionate) anime Bucchigiri!? I swear I may as well be possessed by the genies myself.

As usual thanks to Anna @fullmetalgirl98 for the header and the support and the screaming sessions over this thing :3

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Ah, now this is adorable! I can just imagine absolutely drowning in their clothes and all you have to do is smile at either of them and their goners. I like to think that Ichiro's jacket is so cozy and Samatoki's shirt is silky soft. And I'm sure Jyuto teases you relentlessly for stealing his clothes. All in all, I think you did an amazing job! This was so cute! Thank you for writing this!

Hypmic request please!

Jyuto, Samatoki and Ichiro's reaction to coming back home just to hear their S/O sleeping on their bed while wearing their clothes and covers theirself with their belongings that have their scent because they miss them so bad (kinda like making a nest with their belongings) and cuz they're on their odd mood swings during their period

Ahh! My first hypmic request! Thank you so much for requesting it!! I hope that you like it and have a great day, my dear anon!!~

(I’m sorry! I can’t remember if it was a request before or during the event! So I wrote a headcanon now… ;w; )

🎧 You sniffed the oversized jacket you wore, while you snuggled into some blankets and the most comfiest pillows you could find. Your eyes closed slowly, being calm and feeling safe due to the smell of your beloved boyfriend around you until you heard the front door open and close again.

🎧 Hearing your name being called, your eyes opened for a few seconds until they refused once again and kept them closed.

🎧 Ichiro walked through the room to see you on his bed, smelling on his jacket and cuddling with it as if this old thing would be him.

🎧 Chuckling at the sight, Ichiro shook his head, walking to you with a smile set on his lips, while his eyes never left yours.

🎧 “What are you doing there?” Your boyfriend asked you, placing his hand on your cheek as you smiled at his warmth. “I missed you… jerk.” You mumbled sleepily, moving a bit to the side so he could lay himself down next to you. “Cuddle with me.” - “How could I reject such a sweet request.”

🐺 It was a long day for Samatoki. The only thing that he wanted to do is go back to his bed and sleep there for a long time. Sure, he wanted to spend his time with you on your usual dates, but his eyes felt shut every two seconds, signaling him that he needed some sleep.

🐺 “Smoke… It smells like his cigarettes….” You muttered, holding his shirt in your tight grab, raising it to your nose to smell on it like a little puppy would do. “I miss that idiot…” A sigh left you, not noticing the sound of the door opening and the smell of smoke getting more intense.

🐺 Samatoki thought that you would be at your place, doing who knows what, but he was so wrong. “Maybe I should call (y/n) before I take a nap.” I thought to himself, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, while his other hand held his cigarette, typing with one finger on his phone, until he stared at the figure on his bed.

🐺 “I thought that you didn’t like the smell.” He small chuckle escaped his mouth, watching you as you snuggled his pillow tightly to your chest. “Mood swings and all… You know how I am with my horrible problems…” - “Let me guess… You missed me?” He teased you, watching you turning red and trying to hide your face from him. “Shut up.”

🐺 The yakuza walked to his bed, sitting next to him to give you a little pat on your head. “Stop it… I’m not a dog.” - “I know. More like a puppy, smelling on your owners clothes and all.” He smirked teasing you more and more, just to see your adorable reactions.

🚨 He puffed the smoke out of his mouth, glancing on his phone every few seconds to see if you texted him back, but how it seemed, you were busy. For a few days, Jyuto was too busy with his job, having no time for you except on the weekends sometimes.

🚨 “Do you have time tomorrow? Let’s eat lunch together.” He texted you, driving afterwards home to fall asleep on his comfortable bed.

🚨 But this plan has changed, as he threw his cigarette away and entered his bedroom to see you on his bed, wearing oversized clothes or how he preferred to call it - his clothes.

🚨 “Sorry… I couldn’t stop myself… I just missed you.” With teary eyes, you looked up to your now smiling boyfriend.

🚨 “No need to apologize.” He said, laying himself next to you as Jyuto stared into your eyes. His fingertips moved to your cheeks to dry your tears. “I missed you too. Now, try to sleep, or you might get stranger, silly idiot of mine.”

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☀️ How would {…} comfort you after a long day?

♡︎. Characters: Jiro, Ichiro, Hifumi, Jakurai

♡︎. Tags: Comfort

♡︎. Other: Sorry for a bit of inactivity! I was contemplating a little about the ways I want to write these. I decided to split it into little headcanons based on prompts like these and short fanfics based on scenarios! If you have any requests, whether it's just a specific character you want me to write about, or if it's a prompt/scenario idea, feel free to message me! I will update my profile soon, but for prompts like these, I will use a ☀️ in the title, and for scenarios I'll use 🌑, so it's easy to distinguish them!

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Yamada Jiro

▸ He would be slightly slow to notice that something is wrong. He’s able to read people, he doesn’t want to misread them though. ▸ As soon as he noticed though, he would try to ask you what’s wrong, without pressuring you for answers. He respects your privacy, and he knows a thing or two about not prying into somebody’s business. ▸ If you gave him an answer, he would try to help out, even though he’s not the best with words. His advice could be slightly vague or not very helpful, but you appreciate his effort no matter what. ▸ If you refused to answer, he wouldn’t be upset with you. Instead, he would invite you on the couch, and you two would sit together, cuddling up. He would turn on the football match on the TV, but his mind would be focused more on you anyways. ▸ Jiro would also lend you his shoulder to cry on, if you needed it. He would have a pack of tissues with him, always ready to wipe your tears. … He wouldn’t mind if you stained his shirt with your tears either, though.

Yamada Ichiro

▸ Ichiro was often busy with his odd jobs, but if you needed a shoulder to lean on, he’d always find a moment for you. ▸ He would be quick to notice that something was wrong, and if you didn’t feel like telling him about it, he would immediately get worried. That doesn’t mean he would get angry, though. Ichiro would be patient with you. ▸ If you told him, he would be very supportive. He would try to find a way to resolve your problem, or he’d just simply support you, if it wasn’t something that needed solving. ▸ Ichiro would also try to boost your confidence. Showering you with compliments, praising you for things that you’ve done. Somehow, his explanations would be detailed too. For him, it wasn’t much work, but he knew you appreciated those. ▸ If you felt like it, he would invite you to cuddle with him on the couch, taking snacks and watching anime. He’d try to distract you from your worries.

Izanami Hifumi

▸ Hifumi would get worried, fast. If he wasn’t in his host mode, and he noticed that you weren’t in the mood for his cheerful self, he would quickly notice that something was wrong. ▸ Since he usually worked in the evenings, he wouldn’t be able to spend the night with you, cuddling and comforting you as he loved to. ▸ But he would be willing to take a night off for you without a second thought. He always prioritized your happiness and comfort over his job. ▸ He’d prepare a warm meal for you to enjoy. After all, both of you loved his cooking, and he would always be willing to make you something if it meant it’d cheer you up. ▸ Hifumi would cuddle up in bed with you, being the big spoon. One hand gently caressing your back, his other hand softly patting your head. He’d be there, willing to listen to your troubles.

Jinguji Jakurai

▸ Jakurai could read you like an open book. He’s good at analyzing people, and seeing that you were under the weather would make him worried. ▸ He wouldn’t force you to talk, but if you felt like sharing about your problems, he’d listen, and give you advice if you need one. Jakurai would make you a warm, healthy cup of tea, to help you relax. ▸ His advice was always on point, and not difficult to follow. He knew your boundaries and abilities, and he wouldn’t wish to push you past your limits. ▸ Jakurai would comfort you in any way you like. If it was cuddles, kisses, or anything you wished for, he’d be happy to oblige.

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On my hands and knees begging for Dice Arisugawa x Reader smut. PLEASE

Human (Dice Arisugawa x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗺𝗶𝗰. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗹 <𝟯

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰(𝗶𝘀𝗵) 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He’s only human. And to your credit, you’re only human too.

And to be human is to err. To be human is to make mistakes. To have an occasional bad call or make a poor judgment. It’s to be flawed and wrong and downright stupid from time to time. And from any and every aspect of life. So it’s safe to say that the reason the two of you ended up here has everything to do with your own humanity. It has everything to do with the fact that the two of you are only just morals- two morals aware of their limited time on earth and with a strong desire to make the most of that limited time. It has absolutely everything to do with that. And perhaps… it has a little something to do with the fact that if you get enough drinks in you before midnight, you’ll get turned on by almost everything your boyfriend does in front of you.

Especially if it involves him winning.

And luckily for you, your Dice has two loves when it comes to life: gambling and you. So it was no surprise to either of you when he could stop putting his hands on you every time you went to lean in for a kiss as he made more and more money, round after round. And it wasn’t a surprise to either of you, or the group of men at the table shamelessly cheering you on, that you eventually ended up sucking his lower lip while planted firmly in his lap as he kept on playing while subtly grinding you into him. That all was to be expected. That all has happened before. 

But this? This is a whole new error. A whole new mistake. A whole new stupid decision. A whole new miscalculation. But…

“Oh…Dice~!” 

This type of miscalculation just feels too damn good to feel wrong.

It must have been five or ten minutes since Dice had dragged you away from the poker table with him. He just barely had enough time to mumble a request to one of his buddies at the table to take care of his earnings before his lips were back on yours and he was guiding you to one of the more secluded bathrooms in the building. It’s a shitty one. It likely hasn’t gotten cleaned in a while. Paper towels and spare pieces of ripped-up toilet paper line the floor underneath the stall. A bust soap dispenser hangs limply off to the side. While a third or so of the lights in the room flickered here and there, bathing the room in a dim and unfavorable sort of lightening. But to be honest, you’ve seen worse. Dice has taken you to worse. 

So by the time the two of you got there and fumbled around with the half-busted lock that you have a feeling was installed by mistake, you just barely noticed the mess. In fact, you just barely had enough sense to check if this particular bathroom was empty too. Just barely.

Because, before you knew it, your boyfriend’s body was pressing you up against the door the two of you just entered through- hard and fast. Every movement made you dizzy and every second made you feel hotter and hotter as you could feel Dice’s erection grind against the curve of your ass. He was desperate as he rutted up against you. And you were just as desperate as you matched his movements with a needy roll of your own hips as you searched and sought after him. So desperate that you could barely contain your whimpers and whines as you both struggled to get undressed enough to do what exactly the two of you sought out to do.

It felt like an impossible task at first. Your fingers struggled to reach themselves up your dress and tug your panties down your legs, especially as Dice’s body pressed up against yours. And you could hear Dice curse and mumble under his breath as he fumbled with his dropping his pants for a few seconds more than he would like. But humans? Humans are stubborn creators. Humans are resourceful creators too. 

So it was only a matter of time before Dice was letting you off the door long enough for him to help you step out of your panties so he could tug you around and bend you over the sink instead. And it was only a matter of time before Dice had you gasping out in surprise as the tip of his cock starts to prod at your lower lips. Grounding you in the moment. Reminding you of what’s about to happen. 

And showing you how hard it is to picture something as "dumb" or "stupid" or an "error" or "mistake" when it feels this good.

This new position of being bent over the bathroom sink allows you a little more comfort. But it also allows you a near-perfect view every time you slide your eyes over to the mirror. It lets you see all the nice, pretty marks Dice has left on your shoulders and next to and chest. It lets your swollen lips and messed up hair- and your boyfriend’s equally messy hairdo from all the grabbing and holding and desperation coded into each of your touches. But most of all? It lets you watch the exact moment Dice stops dragging his cock up and down the expanse of your pussy to coat his dick in your arousal in favor of finally, finally, finally slipping it in.

“Fuck…” He hissed the curse under his breath at the same you let another sharp gasp pour from your lips. He was slow as he filled you up. Slow, as he filled you up inch by inch. Letting you stretch around him as his cock pushed its way through your warm wet walls. 

But slow doesn’t last forever. Hell, slow doesn’t even last a minute. Not too long after he finally bottomed out inside of you, you feel him starting to draw his hips back just to snap them back towards you. The quickness of his movement causes you to jolt and look back forward, bracing yourself by gripping the sides of the sink. But that was all you received as a warning. That was all the time you had to realize what was coming. What he was about to do to you. 

In seconds, you found yourself losing what little you had left of your composure. In seconds, you found Dice bouncing your ass back against him as he rolled his hips into you again and again and again- aiming for the deepest spot inside of you he could reach. In seconds, your gasps turn to whimpers and whimpers turn to whines and your whines turn to near pornographic moans that likely could be heard from just outside the door. But with every passing second, stroke, the snap of his hips, or moment of his dick, you find that you just can’t care about being heard or being found out or even being kicked out of the building. And judging by the way Dice hasn’t bothered muffling his own moans or hiding the needy way he bites at his lip and whimpers whenever you match the energy of his strokes, you have a feeling that Dice doesn’t care about being heard or kicked out either. Because the two of you are crazy enough to just find some other place to keep things going. Maybe your apartment if you the two of you can manage to keep things civil long enough to make it through the ten-minute walk.

Or maybe the alleyway right next to the building you’re currently in case the two of you don’t feel particularly civil at all. Only time (and your next orgasm) will tell at this point. After all, he’s only human. And to your credit, you’re only human too.

And to be human is to err. To be human is to make mistakes. To have an occasional bad call or make a poor judgment. It’s to be flawed and wrong and downright stupid from time to time. But it is also about being resourceful and stubborn.

So that means that being human is walking away from a poker table when you’re up and winning by a substantial amount just to fuck your girlfriend. And being human is telling your friend to take care of your earnings while you disappear to some dingy bathroom for who knows how long. And being human is taking forever to get to this point despite everyone- everyone in the building knowing just how badly you both want it. Want each other. Want this. More than cash. More than wishing. More than anything else in the world.

And if that isn’t human, then you don’t know what is.

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making out with ramuda pls pls (feel free to ignore if you want)

Summary: Ramuda is working hard and you're feeling lonely. He needs to take a break with you.

Pairing: Amemura Ramuda X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 818

Warning: Making out

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you love it as much as I do!

Ramuda had to taste like candy. You were sure of it. Every time you saw him, he was eating some kind of candy, so you were certain if you kissed him, he would taste exactly like sugary candy. Of course, you never told him of your suspicions. But you were determined to figure it out, some way, somehow.

Currently, you were sitting across the room from him in his studio. He was hunched over his drawing board, trying to come up with the next piece in his collection. He always looked so handsome when he was seriously designing like this. You couldn't help but feel attracted to him. And that is exactly why you wanted to put your hypothesis to the experimental test.

"Ramuda?"

He hummed in response, his eyes still stuck on the page before him as he sketched more.

"Can you take a five minute break? Please?"

This time he looked at you, his neon pink bangs brushing over his furrowed brows. "A break? Why? Am I boring you? That's a very mean thing for you to say!"

You shook your head. "Not exactly. If anything, I'm trying to look out for you. I mean that hunched position you're in cannot be comfortable!"

He chuckled and stretched. "I suppose you're right. I guess I can take a little break."

Smiling, you beckoned for him to join you on the couch you were sitting on. Ramuda happily skipped over and threw his arms around you, cuddling close to your side. You giggled and pressed your cheek to the top of his head.

"This is nice. You're warm." He told you, glancing up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Thank you." You nod before biting your lip. How does one go about asking someone they weren't dating that you wanted to kiss them just so you could see if they really did taste like candy?

He noticed your hesitation and frowned. "What's wrong? You have frown lines and a pretty face like yours should not be marred with lines."

You ease your face into a neutral expression before shrugging. "I have a favor to ask of you but I'm afraid you're going to think I'm crazy for asking it."

Ramuda shook his head frantically, sitting up straight. "We're all crazy, sweets. I don't think any favor you ask of me could be so wild that I would judge you for it."

"Can I kiss you?"

You were afraid he'd laugh right in your face, especially since a smile quickly overcame. However, he adjusted how he was sitting on the couch and put his hands on your face. 

"Yep, definitely not crazy."

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet little peck, but it wasn't enough to tell if he tasted like candy. As he pulled away, you frowned and chased his lips. It was your turn to take control of the kiss. As you deepened it, he let out a squeak of surprise against your lips. You simply smiled. It wasn't often someone caught the great Ramuda Amemura off-guard, and you were glad you could.

But you were more pleased with the kiss. Yep, he definitely tasted like candy. It was sweet and sticky, like tootsie pop. He tasted like fruit and chocolate all at once. The more you kissed, the more you could feel yourself slip into a sugar rush. What started as something sweet and slow, turned frenzied and eager. You were hungry for the candy on his lips. And he was more than happy to oblige.

You didn't realize it at the moment, but Ramuda had gently pulled you on top of him as he laid down on the couch. His hands tangled themselves in your hair, while yours held yourself up on either side of his face. Every so often, his eyes would open to see yours still tightly closed as you kissed and he would smile before letting them slip close once more.

It was your turn to be caught off-guard when you felt his mouth open and his tongue coaxed itself into yours. You didn't stop him and he didn't stop you. If anything, you were even more excited because he tasted even more like candy. It was intoxicating and you couldn't get enough. You just wanted more and more and more...

Of course, your back was telling you otherwise as it began to ache from the hunched over position you were in to make out with him. You had to pull away. You were breathless and your lips were sore, but you knew at that moment that you were addicted. You would kiss him again, though you weren't sure when. And by the look in Ramuda's eye, you knew he would kiss you again too.

"Well." He breathed, a cocky grin on his bruised and wet lips. "I think that was more than a five minute break."

[partyofwords]

If I were to ever date Ichiro, I would hope I was the best big sister ever. The Yamada bros deserve another person in their corner. I’d be their biggest supporter and the epitome of a mom friend. This was so cute. The younger bros are just so adorable! Thank you so much for writing this! I absolutely loved it!

i read in an interview w the BB’s seiyuu and ichirou’s seiyuu said ppl who voted for BB would be “the eldest yamada daughter” lol so could i have a scenario where jiro and saburo like ichirou’s gf and ask her to become smth like that? thank you!!

Idk how but this is kind of different from the original request…hopeyou still like it! Under the cut because it’s over 1,000

Word Count: 1,200

You kissed Ichiro’s cheek hastily as your boyfriend grabbedhis bag and ran out of the apartment. You shook your head with a small smile onyour face and wondered if his memory would ever get better. The two of you had plannedto spend a nice, cozy, day together, when he got a call from the general store.Apparently, he had forgotten to take care of some things, and was needed.

Which left you laying on the couch to your own devices.

“Hey, Y/N, where’d Ichinii go?” a light voice asked. You turnto see Saburo entering the apartment. You shot him a small smile and sat up onthe couch.

“He got a call from the general store to take care of somethings and…” you trailed off as you took in Saburo’s appearance.

“Ah, okay,” Saburo added, quietly.

He was taking off his shoes which were drenched as his blackhair led small droplets of water falling to the floor. His jacket was soakedand one of the buttons had fallen off as well. You stood up from the couch and followedhim into the kitchen.

“Saburo, you’re soaked, what happened?” you asked,worriedly, grabbing a towel from the counter and pulling the boy over to you.

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[emeralddreamscomics]

A little comic from a scene in @lapislazulily's wonderful fic (here) where Doppo gets a new job as Ramuda's assistant. It's wonderful and everyone should read it

[discotenny]

An epidemic!

Had Gentaro brain rot first thing in the morning, my bad guys.

A bit steamy at the end ehe. Feel free to think of ways this could go after ✨😝😝

TLDR: Gentaro makes up bs just so you’ll kiss him

———

“Ah, dearest, come quick! I’m afraid I’ve come upon some terrible news!”

You had just gotten home- but the urgency in your lover’s voice makes you make your way to the bedroom where he lies. With the TV playing an unintelligible news broadcast- part of you is expecting something genuinely terrible.

Inside you see Gentaro lying down, seeming already have prepared the futon for you two to rest. Beside him is a lamp, a suited partner for the book in his hand.

“Why, do you see this broadcast! It’s saying there’s an epidemic of people my age falling ill due to not getting enough attention!” As he finishes his exclamation, he lets out a sigh. He then covers his mouth with his book as he stares at your form.

Your eyes turn to the TV screen beside you and see a basic cooking show playing on it. A small smile finds itself on your face as you look at him with a raised brow- “Oh really now?” You say.

“It seems you’ve missed the report,” his sneaky eyes dart away from you. He sighs longingly once more. “But, if you care- they say the only way to avoid this sudden tragedy would be to cuddle your partner after a long day of not being together…” He lets out another, long, dramatic sigh. “Again, if you care…”

The game he’s playing is one you’ve gone through many times before. “Why, if you were to get sick that would be a tragedy!” Hopeful eyes perk up at your words. “What would the symptoms of this illness be?”

“Ah~” You move closer to him and the book lowers from his mouth. “Well, from what I recall-“

“Longing eyes~” Even though you’re still in your day clothes he looks as you as if you’re the most alluring thing in the world.

“Go on,” You sit beside him on the futon and his eyes darken with something curious. A smug smile reveals itself from the corners of pages.

“Wistful thoughts~” The book lowers completely and it takes everything for you to not obviously focus on his lips.

“What else?” But it seems like Gentaro doesn’t care about being obvious.

“Deep sighs-“ At this you chuckle and he leans in slightly.

“And?” He feels your hot breath on his cold lips- so, so close to touching.

“A 100+ degree fever-“ You chuckle at his humor but he consumes it with a kiss. Gentaro pulls you closer, messing up the carefully prepared sheets. You’re caught for what seems like minutes in the middle of passionate, longing, lovesick kissing before you break for air.

“You know Gen, if you missed me you could’ve just said so~” You tease, a hand moving his brown locks from his eyes.

“Why, isn’t that what I’m doing now?” He looks at you with such softness it makes you fluster for a moment.

He pulls you into a kiss once more, a smile on his face as he brings a hand to your hip.

———

Writing for him is silly I would love to do it more myeheheh

[partyofwords]

Oh these kinds of dares make my heart hurt. Especially reading the boys reactions? Like hello can I have one like this please? They're so sweet and so nice about it. Making sure that their lover is cared for. I just want all of their kisses. Is that too much to ask? This was so cute and so wonderful and I loved every second of it! Thank you so much for writing this! It was pure perfection!

#⌁꒰Ichiɾo, Sɑmɑtoki ɑnd Jγuto with ɑ Fem!S/O who tɾies to not kiss them꒱

⋆ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 944.

⋆ 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, SFW.

࿐♡Ꮲꭱꮻꮮꮻꮐꮜꭼ:

When you went out with your friends and they respective partners, including yours, every now and then they would look at you in a weird way. You always wondered what it was, but you didn’t really care. After all, you haven’t done anything wrong! One day though, you were alone with your friends, no significant others involved this time.

-“You know, Y/N, we are all grown up people here, we all got our partners and stuff but, you sometimes are really unbearable with your boyfriend.” Say one of your friends.

-“W-what do you mean?”

-“You keep kissing him, all the time. I mean it’s ok to do it here and there, but you do it all the time…” say other one.

-“B-but, that’s how we work… and he doesn’t really care.”

-“Are you sure about that? I feel like he doesn’t really like it.”

You stayed silent a few moments, letting your mind wonder a bit.

-“Look, we are saying this just because we’re sort of worried about it, but what about this. Let’s see how much you can take without kissing him! You can only get kisses from him.”

You didn’t really want to do this, it wasn’t wrong what you did, was it? But you didn’t got a choice.

-“Ok, I accept”

࿐♡Ꮖꮯꮋꮖꭱꮻ Ꮍꭺꮇꭺꭰꭺ:

⋆ Ichiro notice that something was off when you came back.

⋆ Normally you would shower him in kisses, thing that he actually loved.

⋆ So when you just waved and him and say –“Hey love” he was really sad.

⋆ -“Did something happened to you?” he asked worried.

⋆ -“Nothing, why you ask?”

⋆ He had certain blush on his face –“Well… you always give me kisses when you are gone for a while and… you didn’t do that this time…”  he confronted you shyly.

⋆ -“I uhm… do you actually like it when I do that?”  you asked with certain hope in your voice

⋆ -“Well, of course” he said like if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

⋆ -“Oh…. Then they were wrong after all” you said, smiling.

⋆ -“What do you mean?”

⋆ You explained Ichiro what your friends had told you and they little game they made you play.

⋆ When you finished, you could fine some traces of anger in his eyes.

⋆ -“A-are you ok, Ichi?”

⋆ -“Your friends are totally wrong, if they don’t like it then they can’t just ignore us, and if they care about you then they’ll have to drop it. I love you and I love how affectionate you are with me.” he said walking towards you, and then he grabbed your face with both of his hands.

⋆ -“So please, don’t ever agree on playing silly games like that one, hm?”

⋆ Before you could answer, Ichiro practically smashed his lips into yours, melting into a long and sweet kiss.

࿐♡Ꮪꭺꮇꭺꭲꮻꮶꮖ Ꭺꮻꮋꮖꭲꮪꮜꮐꮖ:

⋆ Samatoki found it weird that you didn’t kiss him when you came back from hanging out with your friends, not even once.

⋆ You would grate him normally, but you walked past him, going straight to your shared bedroom.

⋆ He quickly follow you, laying on the door frame from the bedroom.

⋆ He watched your every movement, waiting for you to notice him.

⋆ When you did, you lacked eyes with him, questioning eyes were now all over you.

⋆ -“Uhm… is something wrong?”

⋆ -“You forgot something, don’t you think?”

⋆ -“What?”

⋆ -“Tsk, are you really going to make me say it? You didn’t kiss me.”

⋆ You let your gaze drop to the floor –“I… I can’t, sorry…”

⋆ Samatoki panicked for a moment –“What do you mean by that?!”  he protested angrily.

⋆ You explained the little game your friends set up and why.

⋆ When you finished, or actually before you could, Samatoki pulled you to him and kissed you roughly, taking all your air away.

⋆ -“Don’t you ever, ever, agree on something so stupid like that, you hear?”

⋆ You simply nodded.

⋆ -“Good girl.” He said before kissing you again.

࿐♡Ꭻꭹꮜꭲꮻ Ꮖꭱꮜꮇꭺ:

⋆ Jyuto wasn’t home when you got back.

⋆ So while you waited, you decided to make dinner so you could eat together.

⋆ A few hours later, you heard the front door open, accompanied of the sound of a familiar voice greeting you.

⋆ -“S/O, I’m home!”

⋆ -“Hey! I’m in the kitchen!”

⋆ Jyuto made his way to where you were, and he hugged you, waiting for your lips to met his.

⋆ But when you didn’t, he separated from you and looked at you weirdly.

⋆ -“What is it?”

⋆ -“Well, I’m just waiting”

⋆ -“Waiting for what? Oh! Dinner? It’s almost ready, I did your favorite” you said smiling.

⋆ -“Are you trying to prank me or something?” he asked irritated, all what he wanted was to come back home after a long day of work and be showered in affection, as you usually did.

⋆ -“Uhm… no? I don’t know what you mean honey, sorry…”

⋆ Jyuto wasted no time in grabbing your face softly with one of his gloved hands, caressing your lips with his thumb.

⋆ -“Then let me show you”  he said giving you a passionate kiss.

⋆ When he let go your lips, you notice that he was waiting for a response.

⋆ You let yourself go off from his touch and avoided his gaze.

⋆ -“I’m not supposed to do that…” and you quickly proceeded to explain the early events with your friends.

⋆ Before you could even finish explain, he made you kiss him again.

⋆ -“Stop. I don’t need to hear that anymore. I love you and I really like your affectionate side, is all I want whenever I come back after work, and what I want when I wake up and basically is want I want everyday of my life, so never again do something so silly like that, do you understand, darling?”

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

[seangelfish]

This blog is primarily SFW, but it also includes 18+/NSFW fics too.

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[houkagochemistry]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62016502

- 2.2k words

- hifudo / ひふど

- t rated; drunken confessions

baby’s first hypmic (be nice to me)

[hanahaki270]

Start Writing Scenes & Headcannons

I want to start writing head cannons and fanfics for anime and shit but I don’t even know where to start. I’ve had tumblr for ages but I’ve only ever used it to read and not to post, so if anyone has any tips on how to start and format things please lmk!

[partyofwords]

Aww I love this! I feel like Ichiro’s jacket is very warm, perfect for chilly days. And Samatoki’s clothes would be super soft. But maybe that’s just me. Either way, I would love to wear any of their clothes, especially if they smell like them. Thank you for writing this! It was super cute! Definitely going to be reading it again!

Headcanons for ichiro and samatoki seeing their s/o wearing their clothes and taking pics to send it to their friends

�� shut up this is literally one of, if not my FAVOURITE, thing to hc with characters!!! Especially Ichiro (personal bias 🥰)

Ichiro [山田一郎]

Ichiro absolutely adores seeing you wear his clothes, especially his jackets

The first time you’d worn one of his, it was due to a sudden rain storm. You weren’t even dating yet, he was just being a gentleman

After that though, he knew that he truly had feelings for you

So, every time Ichiro catches you wearing one of his t-shirts or snuggling yourself into his jacket, he thinks about that rainy day and it makes his heart swell

He’s also the type to get bashful and blush when you wear his clothes. It reminds him of how much smaller you are compared to his tall frame and it makes him giddy

Ichiro is very much a couples picture person, despite your possible objections. You’d think something was wrong if he didn’t ask to take a picture of or with you

His favourite thing to do when you’re wearing his clothes though? Is sneaking pictures when you’re sleeping. He was afraid it’d come off as creepy at first, but after some reassurance a whole photo album grows

He also likes having you spin around and model his clothes, even if it’s just one of his old t-shirts

Wearing Ichiro’s clothes reassures him that you’re his :> he usually captions his photos sent to his friends with “mine ♡”

Samatoki [ 碧棺 左馬刻 ]

Samatoki’s wardrobe is mostly composed of button ups of every length, size and colour. It’s not a difficult task to sneak into his closet and find one to throw on over a tank top in the summer

He finds it really cute when you wear his stuff. He can be a bit of the possessive type and wants to protect you from any wandering eyes; what better way than flaunting his clothes!

You once mentioned how you liked being able to smell his cologne when wearing his shirts, so now he always makes sure to spray them every time they come out of the wash

His favourite time to see you in his shirts is early in the morning when you’re wearing little underneath. Samatoki takes pictures of you like this, but doesn’t send those around

Samatoki didn’t start posting or sending photos of you in his clothes until he saw a rival ichiro do something similar. After that, he made sure to occasionally plan dates and outfits to match

He always warns you when he’s taking a photo, to which you without fail, manage to strike a pose that makes him chuckle

The first time he sent a picture of you in his clothes to a friend was on accident. He’d meant to send a picture of a possible target to Jyuto, but sent a picture of you in nothing but one of his shirts instead… whoops!

Prior to that incident, Samatoki saw it as an opportunity to flaunt you to his teammates, commenting on how cute you looked today, or how the colours of clothing complimented eachother

He’ll never admit it, but Samatoki has a secret album on his phone full of sneaky photos of you in his shirts that he’s sent to friends, often accompanied by flustered paragraphs of adoration and endearment

[simplyliddol]

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Summary: When Ramuda was first created, they ran many experiments on him. Experiments that caused unfortunate side effects. Experiments that he wished he could forget about. Unfortunately, even years later, one particular side effect came back to haunt him.

Or Ramuda very rarely experiences atonic seizures (One-shot)

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Saburo Yamada, Jakurai Jinguji

tw: vomiting, mild descriptions of blood, mild injury, possible medical inaccuracies

“Guysss! I’m bored! Let’s go out and do something fun!”

“But we are doing something. It’s called relaxing, Raumda. You should try it, see how it works out for you.” Samatoki grumbled, leaning deeper into the couch.

Ramuda bounced over to one of the vacant seats and dramatically collapsed onto his back, heaving a loud sigh.

“Ahh, but where’s the fun in that?” The fashion designer whined, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Now Amemura, we’re all exhausted after the tournament, not to mention the large celebration we just had.” Jakurai smiled fondly at the smaller man's feigned melodrama.

“Yeah!” Ichiro chimed in, seated in between both of his younger brothers, “Today was a busy day for all of us! We should try to take it chill for the rest of the night.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ramuda sulked.

The rappers – aside from Samatoki who had likely fallen asleep – partook in idle conversation, reminiscing over the matches that day and any memorable instances they had.

“–and then, we drove back like nothing ever happened!” Ramuda burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, the others joining in briefly, still somewhat fond of the shorter man’s contagious joy despite tension of the past.

“Fling Posse seems to be working out well for you, Ramuda.” Ichiro said, smiling.

Ramuda had always intrigued Ichiro and his brothers. Back in their TDD days, the fashion designer had inadvertently developed a sort of “fun uncle” disposition towards Saburo and Jiro, single handedly filling the gaping hole left behind by their lowlife of a father. Even if the group had disbanded and parted ways, it was always enjoyable to see his friends’ over-the-top positivity and energy.

“Hehe~ They sure are great, huh!” Ramuda smiled back, pulling another lolli out of his pocket and skillfully unwrapping it.

“You know, your teeth are going to fall out with how much candy you eat every day.” Jakurai grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the amount of sugar Ramuda must ingest in a single day.

“Not before yours do first, old man!” Ramuda’s cheerful smile morphed into a devilish smirk, finding enjoyment at pushing and prodding at the doctors’ sensitive buttons.

The two batted harmless insults at each other, fascinating the onlookers, especially Jiro and Saburo, who had never seen such a rebellion from Ramuda’s usual cheery antics.

At that moment, as Ramuda leaned forward from his seat on the couch to sneer at Jakurai, he halted mid sentence, his eyes gaining a distant look. Jakurai, ever the quick-thinker, recognized the unfocused gaze, but before he could react properly, Ramuda’s head dropped and his body tilted forward into the wooden coffee table.

“Ramuda!!”

A loud thud filled the previously pleasant atmosphere with dread as Jakurai rushed towards the unconscious form on the floor.

Samatoki had been startled awake from the ruckus, rapidly blinking the lingering sleep from his eyes.

“What happened!?” He asked, shooting up from his resting position.

Jakurai was almost at a loss as Ramuda had been acting entirely normal – as normal as Ramuda could at least – until that very moment. However, noting Ramuda’s weakened, occasionally twitching limbs, drooping eyelids, and, of course, how abruptly he dropped, the skilled doctor deduced the smaller man was likely experiencing an atonic seizure (that is, if clones are even susceptible to having seizure disorders).

Nonetheless, he made a mental note to time it, while pushing the offending coffee table away from Ramuda’s body should he unwillingly jerk his head into one of the legs by accident. Jakurai noticed blood leaking rapidly from the head wound sustained against the hardwood table, quickly staining the carpet beneath Ramuda.

“Ichiro, get me all of your rags, the cleanest ones you can find. I need to stem the bleeding.” Jakurai shuffled off his white jacket, bundling it up and pressing it against Ramuda’s wounded temple. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Ichiro nodded and hurried to retrieve the needed items.

Ramuda should be coming out of it soon as atonic seizures typically last around 15 seconds, though not being human adds an unknown variable to the situation.

“Saburo, can you call for his teammates to come over? I feel it’s necessary to inform them of the situation.” Jakurai said as Ichiro returned with clean rags and a first aid kit, replacing the bloodied jacket. Fortunately, it didn’t look like Ramuda needed any stitches for the contusion. Head wounds almost always look worse than they are.

Saburo nodded at his request, pulling his phone out, “Is he gonna be ok?” He asked, worried for the older man.

“He should be just fine.” Jakurai nodded with a gentle smile to ease the youngest of the group. “It appears he had a minor seizure. He should be coming to in a moment.”

Though he wished he could fathom just why this occurred so suddenly. In all of his years of knowing him, Ramuda had never had seizures or displayed symptoms of epilepsy.

“A seizure?” Samatoki furrowed his eyebrows. “Amemura doesn’t get seizures.”

“Yeah, he’s never mentioned having any health problems either.” Jiro chimed in.

“I have to admit, I am as surprised as you all.” The doctor sighed. He felt Ramuda shift under his hand, groaning softly.

Jakurai removed the sullied rags as the bleeding had finally stopped, just barely beading up around the edges.

“Amemura.” Jakurai started slowly, catching the pink haired man’s delayed attention who made no move to get up. “You’ve just had a seizure and injured your head.”

Ramuda blinked sluggishly at that, feeling soreness stem from the base of his neck, likely from the whiplash of diving headfirst into solid wood.

“Wha…?” He groaned again, his brain feeling foggy. “A seizure…?” His heart felt cold for a moment at the implications of what that could mean for him and faintly remembered his time in the lab.

Pushing aside that thought for a moment, Ramuda struggled to place his legs underneath him, pushing himself up on wobbly arms with Jakurai’s assistance. He slowly made his way to a seated position on the couch, heavily leaning back. Now properly aligned, Jakurai was able to bandage Ramuda’s wound and helped clean his face from the remaining dried blood on his cheek and tangled in his hair.

While he worked, he made sure Ramuda didn’t sustain a concussion as well which, unfortunately, seemed to be the case.

The others looked on in worry – or in Samatoki’s case, apparent frustration – as Jakurai tended to his new patient. They had never seen the younger man in such a vulnerable state, so confused and helpless.

Saburo had called Yumeno Gentaro and briefly explained the situation. He promised that himself and Dice would be arriving as soon as possible.

Ramuda’s face suddenly turned green, alerting the onlookers of what was clearly about to take place. He slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed himself up. Luckily, a bin was shoved into his lap just as he lost the battle against the intense onslaught of nausea. Ramuda choked on the burning acid and remnants of the previous celebratory dinner, completely emptying his stomach into the trash bin. He felt hands – likely Jakurai’s – pull his pink hair from his face and smaller hands rub soothing circles into his back.

Tears burned his eyes, mostly from embarrassment but also because of the sheer pain the act of throwing up could cause, exasperating his head wound and intensifying his dizziness.

Alongside his eyes, Ramuda felt his chest burn too but for a much different reason. A familiar feeling usually accompanied by a bloody coughing fit. He noticed specks of blood littering the mess in the container he held tightly onto.

Haphazardly putting down the bin, Ramuda aimlessly grappled for the lollipop he had previously unwrapped, though it had likely found its new home on the floor. Instead, he opted to open a new one, pulling his lifesaver from his right jacket pocket and clumsily fumbling with the wrapper.

Just as he had managed to get it unwrapped, Jakurai gently grabbed his hand. Ramuda’s gaze shot up to meet the doctor’s, silently pleading with him to let go. He tasted iron on his tongue.

“Please…” Ramuda choked out quietly.

Jakurai opened his mouth to chide the man child for thinking about candy during such an inappropriate circumstance; however, Ramuda’s eyes told a different story. The desperation was apparent from the crack in his voice and the faint shimmer in his eyes. He hesitantly let go, trusting his former teammate.

Ramuda visibly relaxed, shoving the candy in between his teeth with a ‘click’. The flavor instantly washed away the acid and blood taste from his tongue while the burning in his chest subsided.

“Amemura, how are you feeling now?” Jakurai asked.

“A little dizzy. And tired.” Ramuda gruffly admitted, not usually one to expose his feelings. However, the seriousness of the current circumstance seemed to tame his ego.

“Have you had seizures before? Or take any prescription medication?” The doctor questioned.

“Actually… I have had one before. A really long time ago, back when I was…younger. But I haven’t had another one since just now, and I’ve never been medicated for it.” Ramuda didn’t enjoy thinking back to the ‘lab days’ when he was first created. He had experienced the seizure as a bad side effect during one of their ‘sessions’. The memory itself was still fuzzy, but he was still aware it had occurred.

“It may be wise to monitor you for a few days. Seizures like this are very dangerous should you suddenly drop, especially if you are standing.”

“I agree with the doc on that one.” Ichiro spoke up for the first time, reminding Jakurai and Ramuda of the group's presence.

“Whaaaa? I-It’s no big deal, you guys!” Ramuda forced some energy into his words, attempting and failing to sound reassuring. “It was probably just like… a one-time thing… or something.” Jakurai stared, unimpressed at the ridiculous theory.

“At the very least seek medication. It’d be very unfortunate should you collapse during a performance and be disqualified.” The medical professional reasoned. Ramuda donned a thoughtful expression as he genuinely contemplated the advice.

After a moment of being lost in thought, he came to the painful conclusion that the old man was… right. Even if there was a chance that the medication wouldn’t work on an artificial lifeform, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Fine…” He pouted childishly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and looking away from Jakurai.

They all ended up helping to clean up the mess as the overall tension in the air finally started to lift. Meanwhile, Jakurai, who deemed himself Ramuda’s personal doctor, discussed the procedure to start medication. Ramuda, of course, was disgruntled, half listening to his new primary doctor. Soon after, Gentaro and Dice showed up, practically barging into the door to see if their leader was good and well. Jakurai gladly explained the situation in more detail as well as gave them symptoms in Ramuda to look out for.

Despite past grievances held among each other, the group of rappers found it possible to push all of the drama aside and aid the beloved fashion designer.

Maybe being ‘human’ wasn’t so bad after all.