#Izana Kurokawa x you

[seraphdreams]

izana kurokawa—a flirt, to say the least.

he was introduced to you as your boss’s brother, yet to you there were no similarities. izana’s skin was tan, whereas mikey’s was sickeningly pale. izana had purple eyes that spelled out danger, yet mikey’s were dull. you didn’t expect the man with wavy white hair to waltz into bonten headquarters, and quickly thereafter, your life.

your relationship with izana’s was unlike any other relationship you’d ever experienced. he was far more rich than your past lovers, always ready to spoil you with diamonds and a night out as if it were nothing to him. it was admirable. he took a good liking to you. you were sweet, had the prettiest smile, and treated him like an actual human—that, he was never familiar with. he came from a broken family, turned to violence and riches to distract his heart from the constant pain of being alone. though, he was never physically alone. you came into izana’s life as if the deities sent him his very own angel. things he thought he wasn’t worthy of came to him tenfold.

it’s still early into the relationship, yet izana has bigger plans; an idea that’s been circulating in his mind to the point where he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t act on it.

a family.

he’s been wanting a family of his own for as long as he can remember and the opportunity is laying just beneath him. with his one hand holding your both your wrists above you and your body folded in half, his dream glows brighter.

he’s been cumming in you for the past hour and you feel as though your womb can’t take much more. you’re full, sensitive, and practically dumb yet there’s reassurance in your lover’s eyes. with each thrust, he slides his hand over your lower abdomen. “look at you, taking me so well..”

your body is propped up among pillows to ensure his seed doesn’t leak. he feels as though he’s in heaven watching his length sink in and out of you, covered in the mix of both essences. it’s intoxicating, causing his head to fall back with soft groans under his breath, “sikip mo. (you’re so tight)”

your walls twitch around his shaft, the slight stimulation sending a climax to his core. thoughts of you waddling around carrying his baby flurry through his mind. the way he’ll finally get his one wish, and it’ll be all because of him.

as if he doesn’t realize, he’s shooting ropes of his cum inside you, leaning down to where your chests press together and trailing kisses down your neck. soft praises tumblr their way past his lips, yet there’s no sign of pulling out. he wants to make sure it takes. every last drop.

[yup-thats-me]

—shaving cream • Izana.K

pairing : Kurokawa Izana x reader

summary : y/n helps Izana shave

Y/n’s giggles filled her and Izana’s shared room as her boyfriend nuzzled his face against hers. “’zana, babe, I’m serious stop!” she managed to say as she tried to catch her breath. “Your beard’s growing back. It's itching my face.”

“Oh yeah?” Izana questioned, touching his face. “You’re right... Maybe I should get a cut tomorrow.” Y/n hummed at his words. The room fell silent again as Y/n’s hand ran through his platinum hair, a content smile on her face.

“Should I give you a shave, baby?” y/n asked her boyfriend who shot up at her words. “You can?” the surprise was evident in his voice.

Y/n let out a small giggle. “Of course I can.” Izana was quiet for a moment maybe contemplating the offer when finally, he said “Okay,” got up from their bed carried Y/n, and set her down on the bathroom counter.

Y/n sat there happily on the counter, swinging her legs as Izana arranged all the things required — the blade, a towel, and shaving cream. Izana wetted the shaving brush and handed the brush and shaving cream to the girl who gleefully accepted and began lathering her boyfriend’s face, humming happily.

“You look so happy, hmm?” Izana smiled, caressing her hair. “And why shouldn’t I be? It's been a fantasy of mine that I’ll shave my boyfriend’s face, just like this.” She smiled, her eyes sparkling in a childlike innocence.

“And I get the honor to fulfill my girl’s fantasy? I’m truly the luckiest man alive.”

Y/n did not answer this time as she carefully set the blade, she held the tool before his face and spoke in a somewhat stern voice. “Hmm. Now be quiet, and don’t move. I don’t wanna cut your pretty face.”

Izana listened, keeping quiet all the while her blade ran through his face. It didn’t hurt at all. Honestly, Izana was ready to have a few cuts and band-aids on his face as this was the first time that y/n had helped him shave. He was ready to be bloody if that meant his girl was happy.

As Y/n cleaned his face with the towel, Izana asked another question. “Baby, do you mind if I ask where you learned to shave?” Y/n smiled, pinching his cheek.

“I’ve seen other men shaving their faces, ‘Zana. I observed them and learned. That’s all.”

While her answer was a simple one, Izana couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit his chest. With Y/n being as pretty as she is, it's given that she’s been in a relationship with other men. But the bond the two shared in the present, was so close. Izana often thought they were already a married couple, nagging and bickering with each other like they’d been together for more than thirty years. Izana truly believed that the two were special, more than any other couple. Maybe that wasn’t true.

Seeing Izana grow quiet, Y/n caressed his face and brought the man back to reality. “You’re overthinking, aren’t you, ‘Zana?” She declared in a hushed tone. She pulled him against her for an embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Those men, ‘Zana, were my older brother and father, dummy,” she said as her fingers played with his hair. Listening to her say those words, Izana let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so childish and immature,” he mumbled against the crook of her neck, pulling her closer to him by the waist.

Y/n let out a small giggle. “It's okay, ‘Zana. I’m gonna assure you of us as many times as you need, my love.”

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[jisvno]

tokyo revengers characters with the way that he shows you love and the way that he likes to recieve love

ft; mikey, izana, kakucho

genre; fluff<3

tw; 'princess' pet name (izana), food (manjiro and kakucho), beating up people lmao and blood / wounds (izana)

♡ manjiro 'mikey' sano

the way he shows you love: bringing you food, especially sweets

we all know how much manjiro loves food, especially dorayaki and taiyaki. you are the only person with whom he shares what he currently has to eat, which shows you that you are really important to him and jiro loves you so much that he would do anything for you. what he loves the most is when you sit together on the climbing frames in one of your favourite playgrounds, in the middle of the cold summer night, look at the full sky of stars, just enjoying the moment and cuddle, laughing and joking while eating dorayaki, and he tells you all the time how much he loves you, how important you are to him and that mikey never wants to lose you, because you are everything for him

the way he likes to recieve love: forehead kisses

manjiro is a person who cares a lot about people who are close and important to him. but he is also afraid that the time will come when everyone will leave him and be lonely, he knew that he wasnt a good person, that he can fall in his dark impulses and he can hurt the people that he cared the most. in case of that, jiro needs constant reminders that you love him, and kisses on the forehead give him this feeling, then he knows that he can count on you in any situation, and that you love him very much and will never leave him. in fact, he wont do anything without getting daily forehead kisses, and thats the only way to get him out of bed or get him to leave the house or go on meeting with the gang

♡ izana kurokawa

the way he shows you love: beating up people who hurt you

izana has a problem with showing emotions in the form of words or physical closeness. he knows that he loves you so much, and that youre the princess of tenjiku, but he doesnt know how to show it in other way that caring about your well-being. your happiness and comfort are the most important for him, so when he finds out that someone hurt you, insulted you or lied to you, then you already know that this person will end up badly beaten. sometimes zana sends someone from tenjiku to take care of the case, sometimes he goes himself. but he knows that this person deserved it because they dared to hurt the tenjiku princess. for him, the safety and well-being of his beloved is the most important thing and he will do everything to make you happy

the way he likes to recieve love: when you take care of his wounds after battle

it wasnt news to you that izana often came home covered in blood, with many cuts and bruises. he loved violence, he loved to fight people, and as the leader of the tenjiku he often took part in battles and sometimes ended up slightly beaten. you were worried about him, so every time he came home you dragged him into the bathroom, where you gently washed his wounds and put bandages on them, while telling him how stupid he was and how much you worried about him. but zana loved those moments because he felt that you cared about him, and every time you took care of his wounds, he was pain free and he felt great. the touch of your warm hands on his skin, your smell and your voice when you scolded him again, made him feel loved and safe, knowing that he had his princess by his side

♡ kakucho

the way he shows you love: comforting you with cookies and hot chocolate

kakucho has always cared most about your comfort. several times a day he asked you how you were, if anything was wrong with you, he always made sure that everything was fine with you. he already knew you well enough to see when you were in a bad mood, and then he would drop everything he was doing and take you to his living room, where he would put you on the sofa and cover you with a warm blanket, then go to the kitchen to bring you some hot chocolate and a plate full of cookies he had baked earlier in the day. he gave them to you while putting his arm around you and stroking your back. he didnt ask for anything, he just wanted you to feel better and he know that then you would tell him what happened and why you were in a bad mood. although usually it was just how he hugged you, he gave you cookies and hot chocolate, it made you feel so much better, and so did kakucho, who was really happy that he could be of any use to his beloved and give you comfort when you need it

the way he likes to recieve love: late night walks and deep talks

nights was the only time you and kakucho could rest and spend more time alone, just enjoying each others company. thats why he loved to take you for walks, usually in the forest or some field, to places where you would be alone and you could walk in peace and quiet. kaku kept all his emotions within himself, which is why during such walks he would talk to you about all the topics he had in his head, throwing all emotions out. and you listened to him, responding to what he said and trying to help and advise him. those nights when you were alone, holding hands and looking into each others eyes every now and then, when you gave him that sweet smile every time telling him that you would always help him, made kakucho feel like the happiest man in the world and he knew that he wanted spend the rest of his life with you, because only you are able to help him, listen and give him all the feelings he needed

~ vani's note

second post here, hope youll like it! kaku one is longer than others because hes one of my biggest comfort characters lmaoo. please remember about that you can requests some things all the time<3 take care of yourselves!

see you next time!

~vani ♡

[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 ft izana kurokawa

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: The gang leader of your boyfriend's rivalry team to a liking to you, his queen.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst to fluff / ( ☆ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: yandere theme, jealousy, possessive and obsession, violence, languages, and death threat

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: HELLO! OMG, first of all, I am freaking out (not really) because I don't know how well this is gonna turn out. After all, it's been so long since I last made a one-shot with yandere themes! The last one was Shidou Ryusei's from Blue lock. But it wasn't gonna be half as gore (I think?) as this one! Hopefully, it was okay BUT let me know what you think in the comment! Happy reading xx (E/T known as eye types)

You were in the kitchen eating breakfast when your boyfriend came in 'Hey,' You bid eyeing up from the bowl of milk and cereal towards him. He got out a glass and poured cold water, chugging it down. 'I gotta go, Kakucho called and there'll be a meeting!' He kisses the crown of your head before he left the estate.

You blink a few times looking back at the spot he was at and the front door not far from the kitchen hall. You shrug continue eating, your acrylic nail made a tapping sound against the phone as you scroll using your other hand.

It was late, nearly a quarter of one but still no sign of your boyfriend. Izana was supposed to be exactly thirty minutes ago, max but here you are waiting for him yet the half-Filipino guy never made it back home until a phone call erupted the spacious hall.

'Where are you?'

'Hey, lovey, I don't think I'll be back tonight. There's been a mistake at work and I need to get it done. Kakucho will drop by to get you some food-' The passcode on the door is punched open and the sight of the scarred male arrived.

'He's here, see you!' You hung up the call and get the plastic bag from Kakucho 'Woah, this is a lot!'

'Izana asked me to get an extra, as an apology...' You huff, eyes on the heavy plastic bag 'Would you mind accompanying me?' He was reluctant but nodded nonetheless. 'You get this ready, I'm gonna bring us some fine wine!' You singsong as you skip to the wine restoring cabinet and get the finest wine, the one you got on your birthday.

Kakucho sat on the medium-sized couch whilst you sat on the main couch, getting comfortable 'But don't Izana have works for you?' You asked away, pouring down the wine into his wine cup. He shake his head 'I was done for the night, Izana is occupied because a new gang was requested to do private business with us.' You wiggle your brow at him 'Really, I guess that's why he was so busy the rest of the week.' He hums and bottoms up the drink while you did the same 'Ahh, this is so good! Here!' You gave him the whole bottle and smile lazily 'You should hide or throw it while you can, Izana will be pissed if he knows I drink more than a cup!' You hiccuped

'Already?' Kakucho chuckles and puts aside the wine, away from you. 'But the gang you was talking about, who are they?' He looks up from you, one brow furrowing 'Why do you want to know? Do you even know other gangs other than Tenjiku?' You pout at him 'Izana told me all of his business partners, I wanna know if I know this one!' You hiccup once more. Kakucho walks out to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and handed it to you.

'They're Doncan. Do you know them?' You gulp the drink and wipe off the access from the corner of your mouth 'Oh them - but aren't they like you guys, rivalry?' He handed you a proper napkin once he speaks up 'A new gang formed, and surprisingly gained lots of members in a few months. They wanted to take out the two top Japanese drug organizations. We had no choice but to join hands. It's a win-win situation anyway.' He shrugs gulping down another cup of wine. You look at the half-full glass with lust.

'I want more drink!' You snapped out of your thoughts and slap your face 'Easy Y/n if you hurt yourself I will be responsible for it. You know how Izana is...' You sigh in contempt, laying down on the couch with a faint thud 'My boyfriend is so dreamy! Always putting me first.' Your eyes hooded and sleepy 'You should sleep. I will take care of you until Izana's home.' You hum patting his arm through his suit and yawning 'Thank you Kakucho!'

The sun barely set when you woke up in bed, neatly tucked and hair tied just how you liked it. Your head was a bit sore from liquoring up so you got up but a light nudge held you back. You spun your head around seeing Izana in his sleeping attire with his glasses on and a laptop on his lap. His one hand was around your neck and collarbone while his other hand was used to scroll the sensor. 'You scared me!' You revealed as you turn your body around and went to hug him 'What time is it?'

'Barely seven.' He answered eyes never leaving the screen. He turns to you for a moment plastering a chaste kiss on your side temple 'I'm going to work at eight, not gonna be as busy as the other day so I was wondering if you want to follow me?' Your eyes lighted up, it's been so long - one week since you visited or even set foot inside the building.

'Sure, wake me up when it's time to go!' He hums petting your shoulder and caressing it.

You and Izana arrived at his workplace. The guards lined up already waiting for his arrival. You two got arms lined together as you two strode together inside the entrance.

'Ryo Yamada is inside your office room.' Informed Kakucho, stealing a glance and a quick smile your way. You two went inside the elevator accompanied by three of his men into the room. Two of them waited outside the door and you three get inside.

A man probably around your age neatly sit on the leather couch. His Rolex watch flexing inside the dimmed light room. 'There you are! And I see you bought one of your bitch.'

'Be careful how you speak, this is my fiancé.' Despite feeling stunned by the man's remark, you have a shake with him 'Y/n L/n.' He gladly took your hand placing a gentle kiss on your knuckle 'The pleasure is mine, Ryo Yamada.' Izana tears his face away from you and scoff 'Stand far from my missus, Ryo.' The man laughed, both of his hands beside his head.

'Chill Kurokawa, I won't devour the lady... Yet.' Izana was ready to pounce and forget about all this shitty assists from his gang but you held him back.

'It's okay,' He cooled down, adjusting his tie, and have a seat with the man in front of him, you at the side, half-listening.

Izana was not blind. He could see the look Ryo was giving you. That infamous dirty stare he laid upon his victims. Izana being Izana, he would've killed that man with a snap of his finger but every time you held his hand and assure him, he'll just sigh and try to cool his head down. Key Word: Try.

'Aw, come on don't try so hard and be so lovey-dovey! I might die because of jealousy!' He scowls lowly, eyes hooded over your figure. The tanned hand of Izana had reached for his back pocket where he kept his gun. One wrong move again and he'll shoot without hesitation.

'Now business aside,' He man-spread on the chair, hands over his knees with his eyes bore from you to Izana then back to you 'How long have you two known each other?'

'That was none of your' - He was cut by you 'We met in 2005. Izana just got released from juvenile and he was with my brother. Izana calls it 'Love at the first glance.' You chuckle tearing your eyes from Ryo to Izana to see he had already looked at you. That sharp purple eyes of his relaxed in you.

'That's cringe.' His pupils diverted. Hell no, Izana won't let anyone, he means anyone and not even Kakucho to insult how he fell in love with you. It wasn't cringe or drama-like. It was Izana Kurokawa falling in love with you. No matter what, he won't take comments about how he fell in love with you. His haven and his majesty.

His gaze turns from you to Ryo. A fast motions whistle and a scream erupted inside the soundproof room. Ryo was shot right in the knee. His knee busted open out from his expensive slack. A painful agony scream erupts once more. His eyes were bloodshot.

'F'ckin hell! That hurts!' Izana eyes weren't quiver even one bit. His eyes were steady and plain. 'One wrong move again. And I'll make not to miss that thick skull head of yours.' He planted the gun to his forehead mimicking the 'Bang' sound 'You should've thought about the worst consequences before you came barking at my queen, you pathetic loser.'

'Fuck this useless negotiation. With your gang or without, Tenjiku will remain at the top. You and all that shitty gangs below us can fucking rot in hell.' He finished opening up the door as Ryo's guards rush inside. A blood war was incoming but by that time, Kakucho had made sure to put you and Izana back inside the car and to your mansion.

'That scumbag.' You sighed bringing Izana into a hug. Your hand fished inside your purse to grab a pack of tissue wiping off the warm blood stained off his cheeks and lips.

'He won't get his way with you.' He scoops you in his arms earning a small yelp from you, but once you relaxed you laugh 'He won't. Never will.' Noses touching. His eyes find their way to your E/T ones.

[nana-mania]

hi can you do izzy with a lawyer!reader who's always unemotional and impassive but is actually caring and motherly when they're alone 😭😭

“LEAN ON ME” a lawyer and a gang leader find solace in love

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, lawyer! reader, fluff, slight angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE clock on your desk ticks softly, the only sound breaking the stillness of your dimly lit office. It’s late, and the city outside is bathed in a soft glow, but you find solace in the quiet hum of your workspace. Piles of case files are strewn across your desk, each one demanding your attention, but your focus is unwavering. This is your sanctuary—a place where you can immerse yourself in the complexities of law and order, a welcome distraction from the chaos that often fills your mind.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you look up, your gaze falling on Izana. He steps inside, his usual confidence somewhat diminished. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his tailored suit looks like it has endured a long day. Despite his composed exterior, you can sense an underlying tension, the remnants of a turbulent meeting still clinging to him like a shadow.

“Long day?” you ask, your voice steady and neutral. You’ve perfected the art of detachment in your line of work, keeping your emotions in check, especially around someone like Izana. He’s not just any client; he’s a powerful figure with a reputation that can intimidate even the most seasoned professionals.

Izana doesn’t respond immediately, instead choosing to lean against the doorframe, his arms crossed. His purple eyes scan the room, landing on the papers scattered across your desk. “You’re still working?” he finally replies.

“It’s part of the job,” you say, your expression unreadable. “You know that.”

He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks further into the room, his footsteps quiet against the hardwood floor. The tension in the air thickens as he approaches your desk, a distance that feels both familiar and foreign between you. You can see the weariness etched on his face, the way his usually sharp features seem softened by fatigue.

“I’m tired of all this,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t understand why it has to be so complicated.”

You maintain your professional demeanor, but inside, you feel a twinge of concern. Izana is not one to show weakness. The man before you is a strategist, a leader who navigates the dangerous waters of gang politics with finesse. Seeing him vulnerable is unsettling, and you find yourself wanting to reach out, to offer him a piece of comfort he’s not used to accepting.

Working along with Tenjiku as their 'private lawyer', getting them out of trouble with your precise skills as a lawyer-- for years you dedicate yourself to them; to him, especially. Izana is fond of you and it shows most of the time, treasuring your skills and making sure you never quit providing your excellent service to his organization.

He is fond of you so much that he willingly crosses the boundary he has set; to not get close to any women with influence.

“It’s part of the business,” you say, keeping your voice even. “You have enemies, and they won’t back down easily.”

“Enemies,” he scoffs, his voice laced with bitterness. “I don’t want enemies. I—” He stops himself, the words hanging in the air. You can see the internal battle raging within him, the struggle between the persona he projects to the world and the man he is when he’s alone.

You don’t push him, letting the silence stretch between you. It’s a tactic you’ve learned to employ—allowing others to fill the void with their own thoughts and feelings. You watch as Izana’s expression shifts from frustration to something more vulnerable, a fleeting glimpse of the pain that lurks beneath his cold exterior.

He finally takes a seat across from you, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m trapped in this life. Like I can’t escape it,” he confesses.

You’re taken aback by his honesty, a rare occurrence for someone like him. “What do you mean?” you ask, genuinely curious despite your usual emotional distance.

Izana meets your gaze, his eyes searching for understanding. “I don't know. I'm just..tired of doing all this shits. But it's too late to turn back now.”

There’s a vulnerability in his admission that disarms you. It’s a side of Izana you’ve never seen before, and it pulls at something deep within you. You want to reach across the desk and tell him it’s okay to feel this way, that he doesn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. But you hesitate, unsure if crossing that boundary is what he truly wants.

“It’s okay to feel lost sometimes,” you say softly, trying to keep your tone neutral while conveying empathy. “Everyone struggles with their own demons, even those who seem strong.”

Izana chuckles darkly, the sound devoid of true humor. “You don’t understand. I’ve done things… terrible things. I’m not sure I deserve to feel that way.”

His admission hits you hard. You’ve read the reports, saw the news, even witnessing the horror his organization had done to Japan yourself, but seeing this side of him makes you realize he’s more than just a figure of fear in the underworld.

You lean back in your chair, considering your words carefully. “You’re more than your past, Izana. Everyone has the capacity for change. It’s what we do moving forward that matters.”

His eyes soften, a flicker of something you can’t quite identify passing through them. You can see the internal struggle on his face—the desire to be understood battling against the walls he’s built to protect himself.

“I wish it were that simple,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I wish I could just walk away from it all and start over.”

The vulnerability in his words stirs something deep within you. You’ve seen this side of people before, the moments when they drop their armor and reveal their true selves. But with Izana, it feels different.

“Izana,” you say gently, breaking the silence that has settled between you. “You don’t have to do this alone. You have people who care about you.”

His gaze sharpens at your words, and he seems to search your face for sincerity. “People? Who? Everyone is either afraid of me or wants something from me.”

You shake your head, determined to pierce through his skepticism. “That’s not true.. I’m not afraid of you, Izana. I see you, the real you—not the leader, not the ruthless gang member. Just you.”

His expression falters, and for a brief moment, the icy walls around his heart begin to crack. You can see the flicker of hope mingled with disbelief in his eyes. “Why do you care?” he asks.

You take a deep breath. “Because I know what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like no one understands. I’ve seen what isolation can do to someone. It can consume you.”

He watches you intently, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. You’ve never shared this part of yourself with anyone, but with Izana, the words flow effortlessly. “I’ve built my own walls, too. I appear unemotional, but it’s a defense mechanism. It keeps me safe, but it also keeps me isolated.”

Izana’s expression shifts, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “So..you hide your feelings just like I do?”

You nod, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest as you connect with him. “We all have our ways of coping. But it’s okay to let someone in, even if it’s just a little.”

You can sense the struggle within him, the desire to break free from the chains he’s forged around himself.

“I don’t know how to let someone in,” he admits, vulnerability creeping into his voice once more. “I’ve been hurt before. I don’t want to feel that pain again.”

You lean forward slightly, breaking the barrier between you. “You won’t know until you try. I promise, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to help.”

The sincerity in your voice seems to resonate with him, and for the first time, you see a flicker of hope in his eyes. He lets out a long sigh, and you can sense the tension in his shoulders begin to ease.

“I’m tired of being strong all the time,” he finally admits.

As he speaks, you feel an overwhelming urge to reach out, to comfort him in a way that transcends the boundaries of your professional relationship. But instead, you stay where you are, allowing him to take the lead.

“Then let’s not be strong together,” you suggest, your voice soft. “We can lean on each other, even if it’s just for a little while.”

He looks up at you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. There’s a flicker of uncertainty, a hesitation as he grapples with the idea of letting his walls down. “What if I let you in and it backfires? What if I end up hurting you?”

The thought sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “You won’t. I trust you, Izana. And I want you to trust me too. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.”

He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers tapping against his knee in a restless rhythm.

“I can’t change who I am,” he finally murmurs. “I’ve done things… things that can’t be forgiven.”

You shake your head, feeling a swell of compassion for him. “No one is perfect, Izana. We all make mistakes. What matters is how we choose to move forward from them.”

His gaze drops, and for a moment, the vulnerability is palpable. “Sometimes I wish I could start over, leave everything behind,” he confesses, the words tumbling out like a hidden truth.

A flicker of hope ignites within you. “Then let’s make a new start together,” you propose, your heart racing at the possibility. “It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. You can take small steps. I’ll be right here, every step of the way.”

Izana looks up. “You would do that for me?”

“Of course,” you reply, your voice steady. “You’re worth it.”

He studies you for a long moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. The silence stretches between you. And then, slowly, he nods, a barely perceptible gesture that feels monumental in its significance.

“Okay,” he says, his voice softer now. “I’ll try. But I can’t promise it will be easy.”

You smile, warmth flooding your chest at his willingness to open up, even just a little. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Izana leans back in his chair, the tension in his posture easing as he relaxes into the moment.

You take a sip of your coffee, the warmth of the cup grounding you as you watch him carefully. “So, tell me more about what you want,” you prompt, wanting to draw him out. “What does starting over look like for you?”

He pauses, contemplating your question. “I don’t know,” he admits, his brow furrowing in thought. “Maybe a life where I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder. A place where I can actually feel… safe.”

The word strikes a chord within you. Safe. It’s something you’ve both been yearning for, albeit in different ways. “You deserve that,” you say softly. “Everyone deserves a place where they can feel at home.”

Izana’s gaze meets yours. “I’ve never felt at home anywhere,” he murmurs. “It’s always been about survival.”

You nod. “Survival can be exhausting. But you don’t have to keep fighting alone. I want to help you find that home, even if it’s just a small corner of the world where you can be yourself.”

He leans forward, an intensity in his expression that sends a thrill through you. “And what if that home is with you?”

The question hangs in the air, a delicate promise. You can feel your heart pound, heat flooding your cheeks as you process his words. “I—”

Before you can finish, Izana interrupts, his voice low and serious. “I’m not asking for anything more than a chance. I just want to know that it’s okay to be myself with you..”

Your heart swells. “You can be yourself with me,” you assure him, your voice steady. “No masks, no walls. Just you.”

“I’ve spent so long hiding,” he admits. “But being here with you feels different. I feel… lighter.”

A warm smile spreads across your face. “That’s what I want for you, Izana.”

You watch as he processes your words, a myriad of emotions playing across his face.

“I want that too,” he finally says, his voice steadying. “But it’s terrifying.”

“It is,” you agree, feeling a sense of kinship in his admission. “But it’s also a beautiful journey. And I want to walk that path with you.”

As the conversation flows, you share more about yourself, allowing him glimpses into the life beyond the office. You talk about your own struggles, the times you felt isolated, and the moments that defined you. Each word draws him closer, breaking down the barriers that have kept him guarded for so long.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m capable of change. What if I can’t be who I want to be?”

“Change is a journey, not a destination,” you reply gently. “It takes time, and it’s okay to stumble along the way. What matters is that you keep moving forward.”

He nods slowly, absorbing your words. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not simple,” you clarify, “but it’s worth it. I believe in you, Izana. You have the strength within you to overcome anything.”

Suddenly, he reaches out, his hand hovering above yours, uncertainty etched on his face. “Can I…?” he trails off, searching your eyes for permission.

You nod, your heart racing as he gently places his hand over yours. The contact sends a wave of warmth coursing through you, and you can’t help but smile. It’s a simple gesture, but it signifies so much more—a willingness to connect, to be vulnerable.

“Thank you for being here,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You squeeze his hand, feeling a rush of affection for the man before you. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Izana’s gaze locks onto yours. Time seems to slow, and the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this small sanctuary. His purple eyes glint with an intensity that sends a thrill down your spine.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as he leans closer, the space between you shrinking until you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the mounting anticipation that fills the air.

Izana’s hand lingers over yours, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, igniting a rush of warmth that spreads through your entire body. You can see the conflict in his eyes—the hesitation, the fear, but also an undeniable desire. It’s as if he’s searching for confirmation, a silent question hanging between you.

You want to say something, to break the spell that has ensnared you both, but the words escape you. Instead, you find yourself drawn to him, an invisible force compelling you to lean closer. Your pulse quickens as you shut your eyes, surrendering to the moment and allowing instinct to take over.

Izana’s breath brushes against your cheek. “Is this okay?” he asks, his voice low and tentative, as if he’s afraid of shattering the fragile intimacy that has enveloped you both.

You nod slowly. “Yes,” you manage to whisper, the word barely escaping your lips as you inch closer.

In that instant, everything else fades away. All that exists is the two of you, standing on the precipice of something profound. With a gentle determination, Izana closes the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a passionate kiss.

You melt into him, responding instinctively, your hand moving to cup the back of his neck as he deepens the kiss. It’s both soft and urgent, a beautiful collision of emotions that leaves you breathless.

The office transforms into a world of its own, illuminated by the soft moonlight streaming through the window. The glow wraps around you like a cocoon, casting shadows that dance along the walls. You can feel the coolness of the night air mingling with the heat between you, creating a perfect balance.

Izana’s hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer, his fingers digging slightly into your sides as he anchors you to him.

You part your lips, allowing him access as the kiss deepens, his tongue exploring with a tenderness that sends waves of warmth coursing through you. Every breath, every touch is a promise, an unspoken agreement that you’re both willing to explore this newfound connection.

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[zanashair]

y/n, heart eyes staring at izana: you're adorable...

izana, with a straight face: i can kill you yknow?

y/n: i know, now come here *opens both arm*

izana, sighing heavily: *walks towards y/n and gave them a hug*

[bakubabes-tatakae]

May i have mikey, mitsuya, and izana having a sex with they s/o.

I want to suck izana dick

Since there are a few characters on here I'll make these little drabbles for you. 😙 Here goes nothing, I think this might be one of the first TR requests I've gotten on here, other than Draken things anyway since that's my main mans right there. 😌

Genre: drabble

Character(s): Mikey Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Izana Kurokawa (x reader)

TW: pet names, nsfw content, smut, 18+ content, fem!Reader, cunnilingus, oral sex, blow job, inappropriate language (swearing)

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

The way your name rolled off his tongue was intoxicating, and the way his hips thrust into your own was just as bad. Mikey Sano knew exactly what he was doing and he wouldn't ever let you forget it. The way your walls squeezed around his shaft over and over as they pulsated... and he couldn't help the small moans that accompanied the way that he slowed his pace. "Fuck, feels so good angel."

Your hips pushed back on him, matching his movements, slowing when he did to keep that rhythm. Every time you were with him it was like the first time all over again. Always making it special for you, no matter what he had to do. "Mikey- s'good. I'm so... so close."

Knowing that he had you on the verge of falling apart seemed to give him a second wind. He would never get enough of you. The way you sounded. The way you moved. The way your face scrunched up as you gripped onto the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. Everything you did was food for him, taking it all in as he took a fist full of your hair and tugged, speaking softly in your ear. "Mmm, gonna cum nice and hard for me? Is that what you're gonna do angel?"

"Y-yes. Just wanna cum. M'so close, fuck." Everything threatened to fall apart as your walls clenched around him. A warmth flooded your body as you rode out your high, nails digging into his back. That's what he had wanted and he was more than happy to be the person that delivered it for you.

Takashi Mitsuya

His fingers dug into the sides of your thighs as you squirmed underneath him. The way his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud felt like heaven, your legs trembling as he tried to hold you in place. "Now now, pretty baby. Don't go running away from me now. I'm not finished with you."

He taunted more as he moved a hand between your legs, loving how your face contorted as he spoke, the bliss almost too much for you to wrap your head around. "You always look so beautiful when I have you at my mercy. Such a desperate baby, who just wants to get that release. Don't you?"

You nodded your head quickly, hands covering your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from moving around as much as you were. It was futile as he nipped at the inside of your thigh, tongue darting in and out of your core as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. "W-wait, fuck, I'm not gonna make it much longer."

Takashi chuckled against you, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through your body, coming up for air one more time as he coaxed you toward the climax that you so desperately wanted. "Isn't that exactly what you want, darling? To see nothing but white as you feel better than you ever have before? Go on. Cum for me."

Izana Kurokawa

His hand rested on the back of your head as he smirked down at you. You had always looked the best to him settled between his legs. He loved you, he really did, but there was just something that was so inebriating about the way you looked with your hands on his thighs and your mouth on his cock.

He hummed with contentment as he helped your head bob up and down, fingers wrapped into your hair. "Such a good girl. Making me feel so good, you know that?" A sharp breath left him as his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth. "Just like that baby, gonna make me finish early if you keep that up."

Your tongue swirled around his tip as you chuckled softly, every noise and every word that he praised you with was enough to keep you going as long as he wanted you to. The tug on your hair made a small moan escape your lips, the feel of it against his length making it twitch once more. He was close, the way that he tugged harder and harder on your hair with every passing second told you that.

Your hands reached up, nails running down his chest as you looked back at him with those signature bedroom eyes that you had always been so good at. "Can't believe you're still playing this little game after all of this time, but I guess I couldn't ask for a better baby, now could I?" His head fell back as he felt his climax hit him, a loud groan filling the room as he emptied himself out. "What am I ever gonna do with you?"

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[portfolio-of-dreams]

more; more of you | izana kurokawa x afab! reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni! yandere themes, angst-ish, possessive izana, hopeless romantic reader, smut, fingering, oral, orgasm denial, dacraphyllia, reader gets called dove & baby, creampie, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), slight p*ssy inspection, cum eating/swallowing

w/c: 2.88k

a/n: shout-out to @suyacho for the beta read you da best 🫶

“Because I can’t be with you!” he screamed at you as he turned around, wild platinum fringe hitting against his opposite cheek before settling back in the face framing cut he wore.

It stung. Not like a bee sting at surface level but deeper- like a poison dipped needle that sunk into your skin and broke your veins; the poison of his words resonating through your body like it was keeping you alive but it was only meant to kill. You didn’t know what to say, what to do so you fell to the floor. The wine-stained carpet skinning your knees and palms of your hands in an attempt to steady yourself, tears rushing through your eyes as you looked up at him. You were pathetic- you knew it. Getting so attached to a man who could never truly love you, he didn’t know how to, and you certainly couldn’t fix him. At least you thought. You saw the blood on his hands, like crimson gloves that dripped down his wrists so elegantly. But you loved him, despite the burden of Atlas that rested on his shoulders, so delicate but at any moment could fall against the both of you letting your worlds crumble and rip at the seams.

He didn’t understand- he could never understand what you felt for him. You’d rip your very soul apart to create galaxies and constellations of the brightest stars just light his way home. You’d stand in front of him, with his shadows and darkness and tell him you were never afraid of the dark. The dark. There's a certain loneliness that comes from the depths of those shadows, the looming black-cloaked figures that dawn the corners. But you’ve been lonely before. The roots of loneliness are deep. They curve and string themselves against every fiber of your heart. The undulating rhythm creates a perfect home for them to nest and grow. Sometimes their grip is deathly, finding no fault or remorse in actions that stop your very breath before you can inhale. They find their food in the suspicion that there is no one who cares and offers love without conditions. You wore rose-colored glasses, the red flags he exhibited only more magenta in comparison to the rest of the world. You didn’t care about conditions as long as you could be with him.

“You’re wrong. It’s not that you can’t, but you won’t.” You tried to find your voice and your footing as you stood up to face him, violet eyes turning dark stared back at you in disbelief.

You studied the broken man before you. He needed you- he needed to be loved; needed resolve and clarity and stability. You were ready to prick your finger on every rose thorn he handed you and let yourself bleed against the stems for him. You would turn the world upside down for him with the amount of love you could show him.

“‘Zana,” - your legs shook as you stood and walked to the space in front of him, placing your hands ever so softly against his warm cheeks - “I’ll love you through it all, don’t you understand? If loving you is a double edged sword then I'll happily stand in your place and take the blade to the heart for you.”

It was a selfish thing to say, you knew it. But it didn’t feel that way when his wet lips found yours, colliding in a way that was so familiar yet so foreign. It was such an intimate affair until teeth clashed and his hands were grabbing at your waist, pulling you closer into him, the outline of his cock pulsating against your inner thigh. He was beautifully terrifying- a tanned skin god with blooming orchid eyes. They drank in your every step, every emotion when he glanced at you; cataloging your features into his mind to a place he’d never forget, he couldn’t forget. He was two sides of a coin with hands like silk and sandpaper when his fingertips glided along the small of your back. You knew what was going to happen, he was so easily read in times like this. This was the start of the delicious destruction of the two of you. You didn’t know it but he loved you too- without remorse, without conditions, obsessively. You were his siren- leading him to an impending doom of the unforgiving sea. You were so lovely, he’d be lucky to drown by your song. Izana would’ve ripped every petal off of every flower to line the ground you walked on, and you saying that you loved him too? He was certain now that you’d be his.

A light swoop of his foot to your ankles had you falling into his embrace and he picked you up so swiftly as his tongue gently tangled with your own, forcing its way between your plump lips. Your sweet smell infiltrating his senses, calling him home. You were meant to be his. The stumbling of feet and the soft whimpers that fell from you in saccharine tones were all that were heard in the silence of the night. The moon cascading against the sheets in undulating panels was the only light in the wide bedroom as he laid you down. Lips, tongues, and spilling saliva continued to mingle and mix like the perfect cocktail as his hands found your button and pulled your pants off with a fast flick of his wrists. Your doe eyes squeezed shut and your back arched instinctively into his palms when he slid them up your torso to grope your breasts. He couldn’t help himself but to moan at the feeling of the warm, plush flesh underneath him. There was something about the way your skin tingled at his touch, the ever so slight raise of the hair follicles that sent him over edge. Those violet eyes that bore into your own now swarmed and clouded with lust as he touched you. His lips finding every unknown crevice as his sharp tongue moved along your bones, desperate to taste every piece of you, every inch of you.

There was no turning back now as he slipped off your bra, trailing kisses down your arm as the shoulder strap fell. He didn’t stop when he reached your wrist, continuing down to the tips of your fingers before taking your index into his mouth all the way down to the knuckle. He watched the expressions on your face change and contort as he licked up the side of your middle finger to bite the tip. Your mouth gaped open so beautifully, and your lips quivered- he wondered what it would feel like to have that mouth choking on his cock. His mind fogged with erratic thoughts as he licked up the center of your palm to the tip of your ring finger, imagining a gold band around the base as he grunted. He pulled away for only a moment to remove his shirt- tanned, toned skin and pert pink nipples. He trembled under your soft touch, hand running up his stomach to his broad collarbones.

He crawled back onto the bed, hovering near your ankles. He, ever so subtly, glided the tips of his fingers from the jut on your ankle, following the indent from your jeans up to your inside thigh. He savored the moment; the feel of your skin, the mewls that fell from your parted lips, the way your eyes rolled and your back arched when he placed the pad of his thumb to your clit. Gentle clockwise circles, even with the small pressure he applied, had you keening his name in praises and he swears it was the most perfect pronunciation. He settled down between your thighs, watching your cunt contract with the smallest amount of touch from him. He slid his middle finger into your entrance and groaned at the growing wetness, the feel of your velvet walls- and it was just one finger. One finger and he was begging for more of you. More of your sounds, more of your arousal, just more.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna be mine?” He spoke in a low sultry tone as he inserted another finger, gliding them up along the back of your damp walls slowly.

“Yes, ‘Zana. Please… Need you.” You managed to moan out as you moved your hand to curve around the plush of your breast, squeezing and circling your thumb against your erect nipple, copying the antagonizing patterns he drew on your clit.

He stopped for a moment, lilac eyes intense as he watched you touch yourself, his impatience growing. He growled, deep vocals made you lift your eyes to meet his before he dove down between your legs. He pulled his thumb away to allow his perfectly curved lips to cast over your folds as he inhaled your intoxicating sweet scent. You could feel the embarrassment grow in the pit of your stomach but that feeling was replaced with desire when his tongue swept up the middle of your pussy, the tip flicking your now puffy bud. Your hips undulating up into his mouth but he was quick to press you down into the mattress with his free hand. He snaked those fingers down, pulling back the hood of your clit for his tongue to have better access as his other fingers pumped deep and mockingly slow into you.

He was sloppy with his tongue yet precise with his fingers stimulating every bundle of nerves with his movements. Your wetness grew, nipples now hard as diamonds as you continued to play and pinch at them. You were close, and he knew it as he laughed softly- but almost maniacally. The vibrations coaxing you even closer, his fingers picking up pace and his tongue swooping, lapping at your juices as they spilled. Your hands flew to tangle themselves in his platinum hair, the heaves of your chest as the band in your lower stomach grew impossibly tight. Your hips rutting as much as you could muster, stars bursting behind your eyes. He was right there- and then nothing as he pulled away before you could cum, an insane grin plastered on his sculpted face. Your eyes grew wet, threatening to spill salty tears at your denial. He crawled to your side, soft knuckles rolling up your cheek as he cooed at you, kissing away the single tear that fell.

“Cry for me, baby. It’s okay. I’ll make you cum, promise.” He whispered sincerely, though you sensed the mocking undertones. He could, and would, humiliate you.

But you didn’t care- you wanted him, needed him like the ocean needs the moon to wane the tides. So you abided, like his word was law and you cried for him. Crying his name through tears that rolled down your cheeks, pathetic wanton attempts to gain his touch, the smirk on his mouth growing to something so devious he was almost unrecognizable. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

He leaned over attaching his mouth to your breast closest to him as he expertly stepped out of his pants as he hovered over your body. You felt the warmth radiating from him as he lowered himself on top of you, trailing his lips from your breast to your neck as sharp teeth nipping at your jugular. Eyes fluttering as he snaked a hand down to the underside of your thigh and lifted it to your shoulder as he positioned himself at your awaiting cunt. He kissed the side of your calf as his sticky pre-cum dripped onto your clit.

“You were made for me, you know that? I’ll steal your heart so you won’t be able to love anyone else other than me.” His tone demanding as he shoved himself into your hole.

You yelped at the sudden stretch, his size incomparable to any other you’ve had. You made an attempt to pull yourself away, but your resistance was docile under his strength. He craved those sounds you made, a sinful symphony that was unmatched to any other. The feeling of your warm walls taking him in, sucking him in as speech became incomprehensible. Words slurring as he pushed himself all the way in, pausing briefly to relish the clench of your cunt on him and let you adjust to his size. The slight rock of your hips up was enough to tell him your muscles relaxed enough. He started to shift, hard cock sliding in and out as he peppered kisses across your face and chest. You felt like heaven and he was ready to repent.

Your moans echoed around the space as you lifted your hips up against him. Your breath caught in the back of your throat from the slow oscillation of his hips, hands gripping your skin and manicured nails digging into your sides creating small crescent indents. The slow pumps soon changed to a desperate pace. Ferocious in the snap of his hips against your own, white fringe fanning along the sides of your face as pants and grunts were exchanged. The space around him blurred and he could only focus on the way you sucked him in so sweetly, the tight hug of your walls against his cock, his balls tightening as he grew closer, unsure how much longer he’d last. Perfect, you were perfect as you laid underneath him taking everything he gave to you. Toes curling, lashes fluttering, back arching up into him. He took this opportunity to move a hand behind you, supporting your back to allow your sweat glistening bodies to collide. He pushed his other hand down between you, massaging your abused, needy clit.

Addicted. Izana needed you to get addicted to his touch- from the way he kissed you fervently to the graze of his nails down your back as he reached your ass. Grabbing the plush skin, kneading it in his palm as he continued to torment your body. It was maddening the way he knew exactly how to please you, how to get under your skin so easily and made you crumble at his mercy. The band in your stomach tightened again as you cried out his name in choked syllables from the overstimulation, hoping he’d let you cum this time. When you finally reached your peak, it was him who came first. One final pump, one final slam of his cock as far into you as he could go, his hot liquid spurting deep as he groaned out your name. The sudden rush of heat into your abdomen proved your own orgasm. Walls clamping down around him, pulsating, as your thighs trembled, hands pulling at the ends of his hair.

You were completely spent as he held you, chest to chest, slowly laying you down against the pillows. Sweat glittering on your skin like new sun against the ocean horizon. You were so beautiful to him in this moment. Your chest heaving as you laid there, looking into his softening eyes as you came down from your high. His sinful gaze examining every inch of your body, a small flow of white liquid from between your thighs caught his attention. He leaned down, pushing your pussy lips apart with his index and middle finger, forming a v-shape to inspect.

“My little dove, you shouldn’t waste any- I gave this to you; all for you.” He tutted as he swept the spilling fluid from your pussy.

You shivered at the touch as he collected the mix of cum onto his fingers. He brought them up to eye level, separating the tips of his fingers as a string of sticky liquid spread, still connecting them. He shifted his gaze back to you, the small part of your mouth giving him an idea. He crawled back over you, legs straddling your waist as he gripped your cheeks in his tanned hand, making sure you wouldn’t be able to refuse. He grinned as he slid his slick covered fingers between your lips, pressing them down against your tongue and far enough back to make you gag around his digits. Just the sinful sight of your tongue cleaning him off was enough to make him hard again, but he’d give you your break, for now. He pushed your jaw closed as he pulled his hand away, barely seeing the white on your tongue. His eyes rolled back as he groaned before leaning down to press his lips to yours. The saltiness of cum mixing with your intoxicatingly sweet taste was something of a dream for him.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his toned chest as he kissed you. Tongues twirling so delicately against each other as your lips moved in perfect sync. Maybe he was right and you were made for him, but why were fresh tears falling from the corners of your eyes? You felt his lips curve upwards into a small smile as he trailed them across your cheek to your ear, his fingertips drawing soothing patterns against your back as he whispered-

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

And in the fog he created in the glass around your summer heart, blurring coherent answers, you nodded as your started to fall asleep, breathing in tune with his own as you cuddled yourself closer-

“Always, Izana…”

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[8aji]

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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[lovekz]

infatuated (5)

syn -> izana kurowkawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline form illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

beware of.. bruises, hints of mommy issues, izana punches the shit out of mikey, hints of tenjiku fight

“shh! if you keep going you’ll wake them!” “you’re the one being loud!” “both of you are so loud.”

hushed whispers flooded the room, shuffling around with small giggles to follow behind them.

“oh, my god.” you heard a voice say, more closer to your eardrums than the rest.

“get out before you die.” the same voice said, riddled with sleep and annoyance.

a bunch of scrambling was heard, before loud laughter erupted in the long halls.

the man next to you sighed, rubbing his eyes and sitting up from his spot in the bed. sitting up also meant one thing.

your head was gonna hit the bed, which was also gonna shake you awake.

“shit. i’m sorry sweetheart, you alright?” izana asked, rubbing your head softly and raising his eyebrow.

you peeled your eyes open and groaned, nodding slightly and sitting up along with him.

the both of you shared a yawn, stretching and smiling at each other.

“slept well i hope? didn’t hurt you, did i?” izana asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around slightly.

“no zani baby. you didn’t hurt me.” a voice that was definitely not yours giggled out, making you raise your eyebrow.

the two of you looked over, seeing his raven haired friend with biscuit held securely in a baby carrier wrap over his chest.

he had a huge grin on his face, signaling that the high pitched voice had more than definitely came from him

izana rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, but not enough to wake biscuit up from her slumber.

“hi kakucho.” izana muttered, rubbing his eyes even more in annoyance.

“hi izzy. slept well?” kakucho teased, beginning to unwrap biscuit from his chest and looking in the mirror.

izana nodded, stretching his arm out and taking biscuit from the other man’s arms, resting her head on his chest instead.

you felt so out of place, but didn’t mind watching. you didn’t know izana was good with children with the way he carries himself.

he rubbed her back to soothe her whining and small complaining, cooing quietly at her and humming.

“izana, how’d you get out so early?” kakucho asked, raisinig his eyebrow and sitting on the edge of the bed.

soon after, the rest of the sano siblings piled into the room, watching izana with careful eyes.

kakucho was the one that had lead them to where they were.

izana looked at everyone and sighed, leaning back to support biscuit as much as possible

“emma’s mother bailed me out. can we not talk about this?” izana spat in an annoyed tone, avoiding eye contact.

within seconds, the atmosphere in the room was awkward and uncomfortable.

emma shifted on her feet and looked down, counting the pieces of fabric on the carpet.

shinichiro frowned at that, placing a hand on her back to give her just a bit of comfort while mikey watched.

he didn’t seem good at comforting people, so he just stood by the side as a makeshift comforting presence.

emma’s mother must be a really hard topic for all of them if the mood can change just like that.

kakucho had noticed your uncomfortableness and cleared his throat, catching your attention quickly.

“you must be the ‘sweets’ i’ve heard so much about. i’m kakucho, and that’s my daughter avaniya. you might know her as biscuit though.” kakucho smiled, holding his hand out to you.

you looked at his held out hand and blinked, before looking up at him slightly confused.

he looked down at your injured hand and cursed quietly, holding his other hand out. “i’m so sorry.” kakucho laughed nervously.

you laughed along with him, holding out your hand to shake his own. it was very soft.

“anyways. did you guys bring food?” izana asked, shifting his posture and looking at his siblings.

“hell no. we tried to cook, but decided we need to leave your house in tack for you him.” shinchiro snicked, sharing a look with mikey.

izana rolled his eyes and looked at kakucho, raising his eyebrow to hear his ‘poor’ excuse.

“in my defense, i was with the haitani’s. they can’t cook to save their lives.” kakucho said, raising his hands in defense.

“if it helps, i went grocery shopping. you don’t have shit in this house.” emma snorted, finally coming back to her regular self.

izana groaned and placed biscuit down, lifting himself out of bed and wincing once he stretched.

everyone’s eyes widened as they looked down at his stomach. everyone except mikey, who looked half amused and half interested.

the bruise on his stomach looked nastier when it was in light.

“haven’t seen you look like that since february of 2006.” mikey said, chuckling and walking over to flick it.

the flick, of course, earned mikey a rather hard punch to the stomach. “now we match.” izana grumbled, looking around for his shirt.

when he didn’t find one, he grabbed a hoodie from his closet and attempted to pull it on.

“izana let me clean those.” you said quickly, stopping him from doing so.

he looked down at you for a second, before nodding and leading you to his bathroom.

izana hopped onto his sink and watched as you shuffled around his bathroom for different things.

he had seen creams, alcohol wipes, and... were those hello kitty bandaids?

you must’ve noticed his eye, because you quickly said “these were the only ones i could find. you didn’t have any here.” 

he chuckled and nodded, leaning back onto the mirror behind him with a soft hum.

you placed everything next to him, and quickly began to clean up his wounds and whatever was scattered around his body.

“where’d you learn how to do this?” izana asked, looking down at you.

“internet is free, zana.” you chuckled, looking up at him with a teasing smile as you rubbed over a bandage.

he chuckled, letting you finish your work. “wanna help me cook?” izana asked, closing his eyes.

“whatcha making?” you asked, pulling away and beginning to put his things back where you had found them..

“probably curry since biscuit is here.” izana said, hopping off the sink and looking in the mirror, flexing with a smirk.

you nodded, closing the cabinet and turning to look at him, trying not to stare at his chest too much.

he hummed, grabbing his hoodie and tugging it over his head, letting it fall over his chest while he slid his arms through.

before you could step out of the bathroom before him, izana pulled you into his arms, humming quietly.

you stopped, before leaning into his touch and hugging him back.

“thank for being here. lying for me, supporting me, and taking care of me.” izana muttered, massaging your back just a bit.

“don’t thank me for that you idiot. you damn near killed for me.” you chuckled, pulling back to look at him.

he had a distant look in his eyes, as though he weren’t even looking at you. as though you weren’t even there.

loud knocks on the door shook you out of your trance, making you look behind the both of you to see the culprit.

mikey’s cheeky smile could be seen as he bounced on his feet. “we’re starving big bro zani!” he cooed teasingly.

izana scowled, before letting you go to charge at the younger male before him.

you just wanted to know what had gone through that poor man’s mind before, during, and after that entire thing went down.

but izana kurokawa will never open his heart up to anyone and properly let them in.

that’s one thing that will pain you to learn.

tagsss ~ @galactict3a​

[tobikarae]

LOVE YOU SYNDROME ────── one

─── 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕊𝕐ℕ𝔻ℝ𝕆𝕄𝔼; sano brothers x sister reader

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings! Incest, a glimpse of what their school life was like in elementary/middle school, manjiro is six, Izana is nine, reader is eleven, shin is twelve (I think that's it)

  ๋࣭ ⭑ authors note! this is my first time writing and this is basically just the same as the old first chapter but just my ver ( also, read the original ver which she wrote here <3 )

index - one - two

( Past.. )

"Are you ready, Mikey?" A voice of a young girl asked

Manjiro nods as you bend down to his level then smile for him, your pretty face in his view

"Alright~ be nice to everyone okay? Especially your teachers. I love you so sooo much." You then kiss his right cheek, his heart going to a frenzy. He doesn't know why, I mean, how could he?

Manjiro was just six years old at that time, that day was his first day at elementary school, grade one. You were eleven which meant it was your final year at of elementary school, then it would be you and Shin in middle school. You were just happy you got the chance to go to school with them.

"Heyy, what about me???" Izana whines tugging on your arm.

He was also attending school with the both of you.

You smile at him, then laughed a bit before turning to him and placing a kiss on kiss cheek, Just like you did with Mikey. "Mwah~ I love you too 'Zana~"

With that, Izana smiles then looks at his little brother to see the he was watching them with blank eyes.

You grab one of their hands, Mikey's right hand on your left and Izana's left hand on your right.

"Let's try to have a good day, okay?"

You look at Izana and he gives a thumbs up, then you look at Manjiro and he nods.

With a gentle grip on their hands the three of you walk inside the building.

─── after dropping them off to their classes ───

with mikey

This is all fairly new to Mikey, the concept of socializing with anyone other than you and his brothers. Today, his first lesson will have to be the process of making new friends and such. But then, he heard a voice of a boy.

"Hey, my name is Ken. What's yours?"

with izana

As it was with Mikey, it was also his first time in a new class. You see, Izana had been separated from his old class due to some issues concerning parents of three different boys that Izana had beaten up.

─── what happened ───

A little boy with the name of Kakucho was being bullied by the said three boys.

"C'mon freak! Why don't you fight back?" The assumed leader told, mockingly. While the other two boys laughed

Just then, the white haired boy we all know as Izana shouted "Hey! What are you three doing?"

And the all of you can probably guess what happened next, yep. They all got beaten up by a boy three years younger than them.

─── lunch time ───

It is now the students' lunch break, and of course Izana and Manjiro wanted to see you again.

Mikey was watching other children getting their lunch boxes out, comparing each others' snacks, and eating. But him? He's so used to getting fed by you that he doesn't want to eat without you. Not even if his first ever friend is right beside him telling him to eat with him.

"Don't you wanna eat? Are you not hungry? It's okay if you aren't, just tell me. Do you not like your food? I can share min-"

"No. I like my food, my big sister prepared it just for me." As he says that, he raises his hand to get the teacher's attention.

When she notices, she calls him on and asks

"Yes Mikey, what would you like?"

"I want to eat with my older sister." He states, quite bluntly.

"Oh, are you referring to Y/n Sano? Ah yes, she was in my class a few years ago to. She was always so sweet and friendly! I'll go get her for you, alright?" She giggles before getting up to head to your classroom.

After arriving in front of your classroom door, Mikey's teacher knocks on the door.

"Hello Mr. Cayetano, may I borrow Y/n Sano please? Just for lunch today. Her little brother wants to eat lunch with her."

"Alright, just make sure she gets to class on time after they eat"

─── when you get there ───

"Mikey!" You call out to him while walking into the classroom. Having your own lunch box in your hands.

Manjiro's head perks up, then making "grabby hands" to you. "Come eat with me, please"

You sign before turning you head to look at his teacher "Are you sure this is okay, Mrs. Cayetano?"

She chuckles before waving in front of her face "Of course it is! I don't mind at all, in fact, having you here once again is such a pleasure! You're turning into such a beautiful young woman!" She says, complimenting you.

You smile at her wearily before walking over and sitting beside your youngest brother at the small table, as you see kids looking at you in awe.

"Geez Mikey, you have to learn how to eat by yourself okay? You can't always want me here beside you and feeding you. You're growing up, see? All of these other kids are eating on their own now. Are you not embarrassed? You have to be independent, you're slowly turning into a big boy." You scold him lightly while picking up the spoon and putting rice on it for him to eat.

After feeding it to him, Mikey chews his food before tilting his head, looking at you. "But why do I need to? You will always be there to feed me, am I wrong?"

You smile before saying "well, maybe when we're at home and you're still young. But we can't always do it at school, it will be a bother to everyone around us."

Mikey frowns at what you said, saddened at knowing the fact that you won't be able to feed him forever. He notices that a bunch of his classmates have started surrounding you.

"Hello, are you Mikey's big sister?" Ken, his first friend, asks with curiousity.

"Yes! My name is Y/n, what about you?" You say as Mikey frowns even more.

All of the other curious children are starting to ask you questions, and some of them even asked you to feed them, just like you did with Mikey.

"How old are you?"

"What grade are you in?"

"Can you feed me too!"

You laugh nervously, trying to answer all of their questions until your youngest brother tugs on your skirt.

"Huh?" Looking down at him, you see his face. Which doesn't look happy, like, at all

"No stop it, she's mine. Get your own big sister." He mutters darkly, making you panic.

You start stroking his head, as you turn to the other children with a sheepish smile. "I'm so sorry everyone, but Mikey here doesn't like when I feed anyone else. I am his older sister, so I only feed him."

Majority of them whine but understand, and the rest pout angrily.

"I want Y/n to be my big sister! A little girl shouts grabbing your hand and pulling on it.

Mikey growls at the little girl before you hurriedly take the little girls grip off of you then direct Mikey's attention to yourself by cupping his face.

"Mikey, don't listen to them. You know that I'll only be your big sister." You say, which makes Mikey's features soften.

Just at that moment, the bell rings. Which means it's time for you to get back to your classroom.

Getting up while closing your bento, you kiss Mikey's forehead before heading to your class.

Ken thinks to himself wow- she's so... lovely.

─── after school ───

After picking up both your little brothers from their classrooms, holding their hands the three of you started to walk towards the front gates of the school. Humming a soft tune.

"So, Mikey, do you like school? Did you make any friends?" You ask gazing down to look at him

He shrugs "No, I don't like school. No one should and no one does. But I did make one friend, his name is Ken. You've already met him."

You chuckle before looking at the distance in front of you. You see a figure at the gate, waiting.

"Oh? I think maybe that's Shinichiro." You say, squinting your eyes and covering the sun with your right hand to get a better view.

Once Shinichiro notices you, He starts to jog over with his backpack bouncing on his back.

"Hey guys, how was the first day?" He asks, smiling (well, mostly just at you but still)

"It was great!" You chirp as Mikey only held onto your hand even tighter.

Shinichiro notices and rolls his eyes while signing "Something happened again, am I right?"

You gulp before answering his question "umm.. n-no"

Shinichiro narrows his eyes before grabbing your right wrist and pulling on you which makes you let go of your grip on Izana and Mikey's hands.

"Let me guess, Mikey was acting like a little baby again?"

Mikey's eyes widen in panic before scrambling to catch up to the both you and Shinichiro because Shinichiro ran away with you in his hold.

"N-no! Y/n!!" Mikey cries, tears welling up in his eyes as you panic.

"Shin stop it please! Let go!" You plead to your oldest brother while trying to make him let go of his grasp on you.

"No! Why would I! Mikey needs to grow up!" He growls while glancing back to see what Mikey is doing.

"But he's on six years old Shin!" You cry, finally getting out of his grasp and running over to calm Mikey who stopped running 'cause he fell over and just started wailing.

Izana was trailing behind, watching as the scene unfolds. Acting as if this was normal.

Well, maybe because it's because it is normal for you guys.

Mikey has always been clingy to you, because you always baby him. But Shin always disapproved of this, He hates how you always take care of Mikey instead on him. And Izana always just watches, watches as his brothers fight for their sister.

When Shinichiro is being tough on them, you're always there to save them.

This caused Mikey to develop a strong hatred towards his oldest brother, and a possessive nature (which, let's be honest, all three of them have) nature towards you that's to it.

As you are hugging Mikey, he sobs while burying his face into your clothes as you shush and sooth him.

Shinichiro clicked his tongue in annoyance before turning away.

"You're always treating Izana and Mikey like babies, How are they supposed to learn? It's so freaking stupid."

You ignore his mean comments and only held onto Mikey closer.

"Shinichiro, we're family. You should love them too, they're your little brothers." You whisper as you closed you're eyes.

Shin rolls his eyes "Yeah, I'll start to love them when they stop relying on you for literally everything."

Manjiro's crying had quieted down a little and all he could feel was anger and hatred towards Shinichiro as his body trembled.

But you mistook it for fear.

Mikey glares at Shinichiro over your shoulder and Shinichiro stuck his tongue out in return. And Izana found the scene amusing and laughed.

This was where everything really started.

[nana-mania]

“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[the-atlas-sister]

TᕼEY ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ Oᑎ YOᑌ ᑕᕼᗩᑎGIᑎG/ᑎᗩKEᗪ- TOKYO ᖇEᐯ.

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞, 𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝙸𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Y/N!" You let out a scream as you heard Mikey pounding on your bathroom door. You were completely naked, getting ready to hop in the shower when your oh so loving boyfriend decided to pound on the door.

"Let me in!" Mikey yelled as the pounding sound continued.

"I'm getting in the shower!" you yelled back grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your torso. The sound paused for a moment before Mikey continued, only louder. "Oh my god!" you yelped, unlocking the door and letting the boy inside.

"Woah-" Mikey said, his eyes going wide as he barged into the bathroom. He held a large bowl of ice water.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" you asked, looking down at the bowl of ice water.

"...get in the shower," he said, trying to hide the bowl behind his back.

"...why do you have the bowl Manjiro?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at the blonde haired boy. He approached you slowly, causing you to step back towards the shower. "Manjiro..."

"Hold still baby," he said, raising the water bowl high above his head.

"Manjiro!" you screeched as he poured the water over your head, drenching you in ice cold water and ice cubes on the tiles of the floor. You stared at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. "You're dead," you hissed.

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Hey baby?" Shinichiro said, opening the door to your bedroom, not giving you much time to cover up your bare chest.

"Wait-!" You tried- but it was too late. Shinichiro looked at you with wide eyes as you covered your chest with your arms. He held a fast food menu in his hands.

"Um-" His eyes scanned your topless figure, pink dusting his cheeks. "You- damn I'll never get old of this picture...." he mumbled.

"Don't barge in like that-" you whined, throwing a nearby shirt at the taller black haired man.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," he chuckled, flinching slightly as the shirt hit his shoulder. "Just wondering what you wanted to eat tonight?"

"Just the usual," you grumbled, going to push him out of the bedroom. "Knock next time please."

"You look beautiful baby," he chuckled, letting you push him out of the room.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

Chifuyu pushed open your door, his face buried in his manga as he did. You and Chifuyu had recently moved into a shared dorm room and both of you were still getting used to the idea of living intimately with another person.

"Chifuyu!" you exclaimed, quickly covering your naked body with a nearby shirt.

"Huh? Oh- oh shit!" Chifuyu exclaimed, his face turning a deep red as he looked up at your hardly covered body. "Oh... shit." His eyes scanned your body, making the tips of your ears flush.

"Chifuyu!" you repeated, giving him a shy look.

"Right- right- sorry," he said, shaking his head and turning around to walk out of the room. You couldn't help but smile softly as you caught the wide grin on his face before he left.

𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎

"BABE! I- honey, stop screaming," Baji said, throwing open the shower curtain, despite you trying to cover yourself. "Just look." He showed you his phone, only to reveal a video of Chifuyu getting kicked in the balls by a kindergartener.

"Ba- wait, how did that even happen?" you asked, looking at the screen a bit closer.

"He tried to play a game with Mitsuya's little sisters," Baji chuckled, looking at the phone himself before looking at you. "Damn."

"Get out of here," you chuckled, pushing Baji away from the shower weakly.

"Nuh uh- I'm getting in there!" Baji said, giving you a cheeky grin and pulling off his clothes with an unexplainable speed.

"Baji!" you yelped with a laugh as he hopped into the shower.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒

You watched with wide eyes as Takemichi barged into your bedroom. His eye and lip was swollen and his hair was messy. He was rambling about something from the future and a recent fight and Mikey and Draken, oblivious to your shirtless figure watching him.

"Um- Takamichi?" you said, looking at him with a raised brow.

"Huh?" the blonde boy looked over at you, his eyes sudden going wide and his whole face turning a dark red hue. "AAAAAAAAH! I'm so sorry!" he yelled, quickly turning around and placing his face against the door. "I-I just have so much I want to tell you. Oh my god I'm so sorry. Let me know when you're finished."

You never even got the chance to say anything as he shuffled out the door.

𝙺𝚎𝚗 "𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗" 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

"Hey beautiful," Ken said as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"Hey handsome," you responded, looking at your half naked figure in the mirror. "Do I look like I'm gaining some weight?"

"Not particularly," he shrugged, creeping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Look as beautiful as ever baby." He leaned down and placed a few kisses along the skin of your neck.

𝙸𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊

You and your boyfriend had recently moved into an apartment together. You had to start getting used to living together with someone, them seeing you naked, smelling your morning breath, seeing you after a night out.

Some took more adjusting than others.

"I could get used to this," Izana's voice chuckled from the doorway. You whipped around to see Izana staring at your topless figure with a loving smile.

"You can't just walk in on me like that," you scoffed, blushing slightly and going to grab a shirt.

"Why not? It's my room too," he chuckled, going to grab the shirt from your hands. "And I'm loving the view, pretty." He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly.

You froze in place as his lips touched yours. You allowed yourself to fall into it, your hand going to grab his arm as your eyes fluttered closed.

"I'll let you get dressed," Izana mumbled, pulling away from your lips.

"I can wait," you said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

Takashi smiled softly as he wandered into your room. He watched with a shy blush as you danced to whatever was playing in your headphones, dressed in only a bra and sweatpants. He leaned on the door for a second longer, counting his blessings for being the one to capture the heart of such a beautiful person such as yourself. After a few seconds longer he left the room and you were none the wiser to his presence.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/the-atlas-sister/735496078254850048/t%E1%95%BCey-%E1%97%AF%E1%97%A9%E1%92%AAk-i%E1%91%8E-o%E1%91%8E-yo%E1%91%8C-%E1%91%95%E1%95%BC%E1%97%A9%E1%91%8Egi%E1%91%8Eg%E1%91%8E%E1%97%A9ke%E1%97%AA-tokyo-%E1%96%87e%E1%90%AF

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

[sk3tch404]

"Stop drawing Izana!"

How about NO.

If Izana Kurokawa has fans, I'm one of them.

If Izana Kurokawa has no fans, I'm dead.