#Kazutora when he sees you with your ex: This is all Mikey's fault

[aetheternity]

Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, the Kawata twins and Kazutora in:

When they see you with your ex.

Disclaimer: E/N means Ex's name. The ex changes gender for each one to be more exclusive I'm sorry if it feels confusing. Kazutora's has mild angst but otherwise this is really sfw.

🌟 Draken

☆ He'd kinda crashed Mikey and Emma's day out. You'd told him you had something to do this weekend so what else was he supposed to do with his free time? The three of them had stopped to eat on the outdoor patio at a nice restaurant and while Emma and Mikey chatted away about something school related. Draken sat quietly sipping his tea.

☆ You'd been kinda weird when he'd asked why the two of you couldn't hang out today. You didn't even tell him what it was you were doing instead. And you always told him literally everything about your life. Sometimes unprompted.

• "Hey, isn't that Name?" Emma's voice suddenly caught his attention.

• "Who's the guy?" Mikey questioned in between bites of his food.

☆ Draken's head shot in the direction Emma had pointed in. Sure enough there you were, talking with a guy who was about the same height as Draken. Weirdly enough Draken felt like he'd seen this guy somewhere before.

• "Is that?.. E/N?"

☆ Draken squinted still staring at the two of you talking. You didn't exactly look happy but you and your ex were standing way too close. He felt a little pang in his heart.

• "Maybe she just.." Emma cut herself off. Your arm came up to wrap around your ex's neck. Pulling him in for a hug which he just as soon reciprocated.

• "Let's just go." Draken said and Emma seemed to immediately agree. As soon as Draken and Emma squeezed back into the open doors of the restaurant Mikey hightailed it in the opposite direction.

• "Dammit Mikey!"

• "Mikey!" Emma called but it was definitely too late for that.

☆ Mikey ran up behind you tapping your shoulder as Emma and Draken made their way down to the scene that was now forming.

• "Are you cheating on Ken chin?" Mikey questioned with zero hesitation. His face stern and his shoulders bared.

• "Mikey.." You said

• "I would've preferred to do this later." Draken grit. Though Mikey didn't even spare him a glance.

• "This is.. your new boyfriend right?" E/N asked

• "Name." Emma began "I know you wouldn't cheat on Draken.."

☆ You sighed putting some space between Mikey who looked two seconds away from punching someone and your ex whose confusion seemed to grow the longer this went on.

• "I'm not, I would never.." You sighed before continuing on. "He's dating my friend now and since we had some bad blood between us.. I figured I should try to get along with him since he's staying in my life. But I'm so sorry Ken Ken, I should've told you yesterday when you asked."

☆ Mikey stepped to the side as you held out your hand for Draken to take. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

• "Don't ever do this again."

• "Go out with my ex without explaining myself? Or get caught going out with my ex without explaining myself?"

• "All of it." Mikey interjected, hands placed in his pocket but his normal smile was starting to reappear.

• "Go home you two. I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon with these two."

• "Oh? Is it because you're worried something will happen?" You asked Draken laced your finger tips slipping your hand into his pocket.

• "I was never worried, I just wanted to spend time with you." He explained

☆ Definitely should've just invited him in the first place because within a couple hours your ex and Draken have become better friends than the two of you were supposed to be.

🌟 Chifuyu

☆ Him and Takemichi decided to spend the afternoon in Chifuyu's favorite manga shop since sitting at home had become tiresome.

☆ Takemichi had organized a small pile of books around his body like a nest while Chifuyu just searched the aisles aimlessly. He didn't have a book in mind before coming here so he figured he'd pick one out from his favorite section once they got there.

• "Hey Chifuyu?" Takemichi looked up as Chifuyu flipped through one book while he held another in his hand.

• "I can't buy both of these. Takemichi which one do you think is better?"

• "Isn't that Name?" Takemichi pointed over the stack of books on his left sure enough just outside the aisle was you with a girl chatting away.

• "Who's the girl Name's talking with?" Takemichi asked looking up at Chifuyu, though Chifuyu had already ducked his way behind the bookshelf peering out of the aisle at the current scenario.

• "What the hell are you doing?" He asked coming over.

• "That's Name's ex."

• Takemichi fell in line next to Chifuyu peering over his head, "I didn't know Name dated girls too.."

• "Yeah.. it's not a big deal.." Chifuyu said as the two of you giggled about something a couple feet away.

• "If it's not a big deal why are we hiding?"

• "Shh!" Chifuyu ducked back as you and your ex walked a little ways away. "Come on let's follow them."

• "Why don't we just go talk to them?" Takemichi followed reluctantly.

• "I don't want Name to think I came here because I was stalking-"

☆ Just as Chifuyu had made it to the next aisle he tripped over a snag in the carpet causing an oblivious Takemichi to bump into him. A loud oof from both of them alerting you and your ex of their presence.

• "Chi?" You called annndd now you were coming over. "Hey Chi, what are you doing here?"

• "This is my favorite manga place." Chifuyu answered with a grunt, stepping into the aisle.

• "I know.. I just thought you and Takemichi would be at your place."

• "What's going on?.. This is what you were busy with?" He gestured between the two of you.

• "Chi." You stepped forward and Chifuyu took one step back. "You know how me and, E/N are childhood best friends and how my grandmother is sick right now? My grandmother is basically a second mother to her so she invited me out to take my mind and her's off things, She suggested we come in here and I said ok but it wasn't right of me to not tell you, I'm sorry baby."

☆ Chifuyu looked between you and your ex his eyes slowly beginning to soften.

• "I'm not mad love. It was just weird you don't normally do underhanded things like this." He pulled you into his chest for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

• "You should come with us." E/N said pointing to Chifuyu and Takemichi. "Name won't stop talking about how wonderful you are as a boyfriend anyway."

☆ A bright pink flutters over both you and Chifuyu's cheeks as Takemichi snickers behind you both.

• "Next time you can bring Hina and we can make this into an outing." Chifuyu said, poking Takemichi in his side with his elbow before wrapping his arm around your midsection.

☆ You guys probably end up staying in the store for a couple more hours honestly because if there's anything you and Chifuyu have in common it's your love for manga.

🌟 Mitsuya

☆ He'd been running errands for his mother all morning so by the time he reached the supermarket he was completely exhausted. He pushed his shopping cart through the aisles with a long sigh, checking off items as he went.

☆ He rounded the last corner glad that his day was nearly over and already thinking about what he was going to prepare for dinner when the sound of your voice caught his attention.

☆ His first assumption was that he was so tired he was imagining it but the airy ring of your laugh soon validated his suspicions. You'd told him you were hanging out with friends today after all.

☆ He grabbed the last thing on his list deciding to go say hi. He wheeled the cart directly into the next aisle walking up as you and a person he didn't recognize were having a chat with an elderly woman.

• "You two are so cute together." The woman gestured with a small smile.

• "Oh.. no we're exes and friends." E/N explained

• "Aw I'm sorry things didn't work out for you two." The woman nodded

☆ You opened your mouth to respond but Mitsuya's warm gaze caught your attention first.

• "Suya, hey!" You greeted, walking over to greet your boyfriend with a small hug.

• "That's the actual boyfriend." Your ex explained to the woman.

• "This is the friend you told me about yesterday?" Mitsuya asked looking at your ex with a blank expression.

☆ The tension in the aisle could be sliced with a knife and the lady from before quickly walked away to another side of the store.

• "We are just friends now I promise. There's nothing going on between us and they're having a party tonight that's why we're here." You gestured to your ex who awkwardly waved back. "I was going to invite you later so that you could sneak out when Luna and Mana are asleep."

• Mitsuya nodded his expression softening as he reached up to cup your cheek, "I wish you had just explained that earlier, next time just tell me I won't be angry."

• "I will, I promise." You gave him a quick peck which he reciprocated. "I'm going to head with Suya but I'll see you at the party later?" You asked turning to your ex.

• "Yeah, I'll see you then." They replied as they left.

☆ And yeah sure Mitsuya said he was cool with it but you two ended up skipping the party and after dinner you both stayed in bed all night.. (Do with that what you will. 🙃)

🌟 Nahoya/Smiley

☆ You'd only been dating Nahoya for a month and everyday you two met up at the same place after school.

☆ Sometimes (like today) he'd grab Souya/Angry and head out to meet you. Today the three of you were just supposed to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the Toman meeting.

☆ The second the two of them had stopped their bikes Souya pointed you out where you were holding a box and talking to some stranger.

• "Who's that guy?" Nahoya's grin tightened as he watched the way the guy yapped away while you just silently listened.

• "He looks like somebody." Souya pondered for a second before his gaze fell on his brother. "I recognize his face he was in some picture on Name's wall."

☆ Nahoya didn't wait another second to storm over to the situation Souya trotting along behind with his teeth grit.

• "What the hell is this?" Nahoya grunted though his smile never wavered. The indent of anger extremely noticeable on his forehead.

• "Hoya, this is E/N he-"

• "E/N as in your ex?" Souya chimed up before you could finish.

• "You invited your ex here when you knew I was coming? What kind of shit are you pulling here Name?"

☆ His smile began to dip at the edges but it was obvious he was trying to keep up his natural facade. His fists clenching at his side, book bag carefully slipped into Souya's arms behind him.

• "I just needed my stuff back, I promise." You tried to explain, shaking the box in your possession for Nahoya to see.

• "I didn't mean to intrude on your-"

• "You shut the fuck up!"

• "Hoya!"

• "So you thought you should invite him on our date? Are you trying to piss me off?"

• You stomped your foot exasperation slowly starting to take over in your face and tone. "Hoya, I didn't invite him! I told him I was here and he's gonna be on vacation for three weeks but I needed my camera back." You hold up the camera that you'd fished from the box, Desperation thick in your voice. "So he decided to drop my stuff off with me and you just happened to get here before he could leave." You rest your fingertips on the bridge of your nose. Glad for the silence that soon arises.

• "I should go." Your ex whispers doing a little scoot around Nahoya who still hadn't completely cooled off.

• "Hey, stop it." Nahoya grips your chin pulling your shaky form closer to himself. "You should've just asked me to get your shit for you."

• You muster a little giggle, sniffling and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "You would've kicked his ass then brought me my stuff."

• "He would've deserved it."

☆ You pull Nahoya closer though he's still a little hesitant to return your affection.

• "Let me make it up to you please? You and Souya." You turn to Souya who's still holding both his and Nahoya's backpacks.

• "You're paying for lunch today." Nahoya replies pulling you into his side. He lowers his voice leaning into your ear as Souya walks ahead to his bike. "And if I ever see that jackass again I'll break his jaw."

🌟 Kazutora

☆ Baji and him had spent the day riding their motorcycles until they decided to take a break not too far away from the shrine where Toman meetings were always held.

☆ They soon found themselves parking their bikes and skipping stones by the riverbed.

• "So, why is it that you're hanging out with me instead of your partner today?" Baji asked as his stone plopped into the water.

• "They said they had something going on." Kazutora replied

• "If I was with someone that gorgeous I'd be willing to go with them but whatever."

• "Maybe you should have someone before you start dishing out relationship advice."

☆ Baji grinned wide throwing a soft punch which Kazutora caught with a snicker pretending to right hook him. It soon lead into a chase with Baji dodging all of Kazutora's playful jabs walking backwards and making sound effects to go along with each swipe of his fists.

☆ Baji grabbed both of Kazutora's fists pushing him back until he nearly tumbled onto his ass. His laugh unbridled in its volume.

• "Come here Kazutora I'll show you how to throw a real punch."

• "What the fuck.." Kazutora's gaze followed two people walking along the path that went just overhead.

☆ Baji's head whipped around to track Kazutora's gaze stopping on the two people walking side by side almost out of sight at this point.

• "Is that-" Kazutora was nearly gone by the time Baji had processed the words. "Hey!" He called out running to catch up but Kazutora had already sprinted to the top of the bank, jogging along to catch up to the people they'd spotted.

• "Name!" His voice boomed closing the distance scarily quick.

☆ You'd stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face the chilling look in your boyfriend's eyes as he stood before you. Baji right behind and practically out of breath.

• "Who is that?" Kazutora pointed

• "Tora.. baby don't freak out.."

☆ His earring clinked against his face as he stared into your eyes.

• "Are you leaving me now? Is that it?"

• "Tora!" You huff, putting your hands out.

• "Kazutora.." Baji called out already sensing the weight of the situation.

• "She's my ex but listen-"

• "So you are cheating on me.." Kazutora's jaw locks and when you reach out for his sleeves with pleas of his name he just slaps your arms away.

☆ When he leaves he runs for his bike. His leg anchored over the side already gripping the handle bars tightly when Baji's loud scream of his name rips through the air.

☆ He's got his bike out of park but just as he starts to drive away you dash out from nowhere and yank his handle bar.

• "Dammit Tora listen to me!!" You beg, he can clearly see the beginnings of tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you hold onto the hand still clutching his handlebars.

• "What could you possibly say? That it didn't mean anything? That you love me?!"

• "Yes! I do love you! You mean everything to me! I needed to be with E/N today because her mom went missing a couple days ago! The woman that took me in and loved me all my life is out there somewhere and no one knows anything about it so dammit Kazutora if you love me even half as much as I love you, don't leave me right now!"

☆ You latched onto his jacket letting your loud sobs fill the now quiet air.

• "You told me.. You love me.." His whispered tone barely reaches your ears as you continue to choke on your own tears.

• "I.. love you.. Tora.." You hiccuped

☆ His arms wrapped gently around your waist, face deep in the crook of your neck as you slowly began to relax.

• "I'm sorry." You felt him tremble as he held you closer than he ever had before. "I love you.." He reciprocated. "I'm here.."

🌟 Souya/Angry

☆ Souya tended to listen more than you realized. Like when you go on and on about a band you absolutely adore to the point where he stays up until almost 12 am to snag tickets for the two of you to go see them on the weekend. And this was that weekend.

☆ He'd been nearly bursting with excitement over it and now he could finally surprise you with the news after holding it in for a solid week.

☆ He parked his bike across the street from your house, reaching into his jacket pocket for the umpteenth time to check that both tickets were there. After a few more minutes of preparing, blowing into his hand to check his breath, smoothing his sweaty hands over his jacket. He rung your doorbell. The heel of his toe tapping against the floor as he waited for you to answer.

☆ When the door finally opened a person much taller than Souya answered.

• "Yup." The person pursed their lips one hand on the tool belt wrapped around their waist. For a second Souya pondered if he'd somehow rung the wrong doorbell until he looked at the number in plain view embellished on your door front.

• "Who are you?" It definitely came off more aggressive thanks to Angry's naturally violent resting face.

☆ Before the person could answer you came bounding down the stairs, pulling the door open wider.

• "Why the hell would you answer my door?" You spit at the person standing beside you as you pull your boyfriend inside, shutting the door behind him.

• "I think you mean thank you."

• "Fuck off." You tell the person who was already walking back to the kitchen.

☆ The naturally angry imprint on Souya's face seems to deepen as he makes eye contact with you.

• "I wish you had called." You sighed, tugging Souya into the living room by his jacket sleeves.

• "Who the hell is that?"

• "You remember how I said my ex is in the remodeling business.."

• "That's your ex?"

• "Yes but listen! If I work with him I can get a discount, I just want that wall taken out to open up the space a bit more." You gesture to the kitchen where your ex is currently examining the wall. "I would've told you sooner but between my friend coaxing me into doing this remodel and that drunk night with you and Nahoya it was hard to find time."

☆ Souya dipped his hands into his pockets, staring blankly into the distance. His brow furrowed deeper than normal and his foot tapped against the hardwood.

• "If you're uncomfortable with this I'll get someone else.."

• "Get someone else."

• "Wait before you answer." You scoot closer to your still ticked boyfriend and he makes eye contact with you again. "This kind of remodel normally costs way more than the bargain I'm getting with them."

☆ Souya blinked blankly at you.

• "Sou plllleeeeaaasssee, you can be here whenever they are." You gesture to the kitchen.

• "No I can't I have a job."

• "Fine.. I'll call you the entire time." He sighed with a roll of his eyes. And you rubbed both his arms with a long groan of his name. "How about this, I bring you and them to dinner. Once you see how disinterested I am you might be more for it."

• "Not worried about you, I'm worried about them." His forehead rubbed against yours and you giggled.

• "I promise I only love you."

• "Would you love me more if I got tickets to your favorite band for today?"

• "I'm never leaving you." You proclaim wrapping your arms tightly around Souya's midsection. "That's a proposal by the way we're engaged now. I don't make the rules."

• "E/N I'm engaged now!" You yell towards the kitchen.

• "I heard, congrats!" They yelled back

☆ Souya just scoffed but his cheeks bloomed into the deepest shade of red as he walked upstairs with you to your bedroom to help you pick out an outfit for the concert.

[ghoularaki]

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After spending years in prison, Kazutora had mellowed out. Though you were an unexpected factor in his equation of healing. It had been years since he had seen you, splitting before doing his time. He knew it was his own fault for why you both parted. To say his emotions were turbulent would be an understatement. Despite that, he had put that behind him. It wasn’t a messy break up in any way. If anything, the process was too clean, especially at the time. 

About a week after Kazutora had been released did he see you again. With time your beauty had grown. You no longer had the girlish charm that came with your previous age, but now had bloomed into a more mature woman, a cute twinge in your smile. 

You had been hanging around Takemichi which shocked Kazutora. In the past you had abhorred anything to do with Toman. That must have been something he also missed while in prison as you waved with a boisterous grin, arm in arm with the slight man. When reaching the man, your smile dimmed to shy and coy. 

While knowing it was merely a middle school relationship, Kazutora’s butterfly heart fluttered its meek wings. How could a man not fall for such saccharine. Instinct for monarchs to fly towards nectar, to live it must feed on the sweet. 

 If Kazutora was a lesser man he would have ripped Takemichi’s arm from yours, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that Takemichi only had his eyes on Hina, yet a burn festered. Spying how his eyes darted to you two entangled, you discretely shifted away from the other man. That was enough of a hint to Kazutora that he still had an effect on you.  

Good, was all he could think. 

The exchange was short. Nothing more came out of it other than sharing numbers and a promise to keep in touch between you and him. Takemichi had other business with him, but you faded in the background when gang and Mikey related topics appeared. Your behavior rang alarm bells he decided to ignore. He didn’t care besides if he could repair what was left behind.

It would be months before Kazutora even got a whiff of you again. The promise to keep in touch was left in the air on both sides. For someone who swore to keep away from gang relations, imagine Kazutora’s surprise to find you in one of Kisaki’s clubs.

You wore a slip dress in a shade of pink that made your complexion glow. Placing your tilted head on your woven hands, you gazed up at the bartender with doe eyes. The bartender laughed at your mannerisms to which you scowled. Bratty as always.

Having not gotten your way, you jumped from the stool to find another person to bother. Surveying the club, you accidentally locked eyes with Kazutora’s. Blinking at seeing him here. dread filled you. Swearing under your breath you pivoted to get lost within the crowd. 

Prowling like a tiger, Kazutora stalked you through the gaggle of drunken bodies. His eyebrow twitched at how skittish you’re being. Last time he had seen you, you were all sunshine and giggles. And yet here you were running away as if you did something bad, something you weren’t supposed to. 

The fear in your gaze fueled him. Habits and nature were hard to break; humans were built for endurance hunting. Lets see how far you can run.

Kazutora let people bump into him as he spied the hint of your hair fluttering behind you. You make it to a pair of doors, palms on the cool metal. Glancing behind you to observe where he is, pushed it open when you saw no trace of him.

He licked his canines when you unintentionally cornered yourself. Quickening his feet to follow you in, his hand caught the door before it could completely shut. Said door slammed shut with a resonating crack. Whipping your head towards the noise, Kazutora stood at the beginning of the hall. Shoulders shaking at how you trembled at his presence. He hasn’t done anything and terror has taken over you. 

Stumbling backwards as if being hunted by a bear, you kept your gaze firmly to his form. 

“Why you running, L/n? I haven’t done anything,” the unspoken yet hung in the air of the stuffy, dim hallway.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” was all you could respond back.

Bodies mirrored each other in a macabre dance. Every step he took forward, you took back. 

“Answer the question. Be not afraid, I just miss you.” Likened to an angel his words meant to sooth, strike you down.

Every movement echoes in the vacant hallway. At the other end of the corridor lies your freedom, but something compels you to stay. Maybe you miss him too, but this is not the time.

“Kazutora please leave. It is not safe here.”

“Not safe here as in this hallway or the fact you are playing in Kisaki’s territory? Now answer my question, why are you running.” His tone was law.

Picking at your cuticles, you used the sting to ground you. The debate going on inside your mind was visible on your visage. Inhaling deep, the musk of the closed quarters filled your heaving lungs. 

“It’s complicated.” 

Kazutora had mellowed out, but the defiance sparked the long buried ire that sat in his belly. Sick of this game, he rushed you until your back bounced against the wall at his force. Air truly left your lungs this time, you capillaries about to burst. Gripping your throat with his large hand, he shook you as he seethed.

“You can do better than that.”

Tears bubbled in your ducts, desperate to get out of this without dangering both of you. “I can’t say!”

Pressing his body closer until you were completely crowded, his thigh nudged against your core. He questioned you again but you shook your head. Growling, he reached into his back pocket, flickered open a pocket knife. Kazutora pressed it to your cheek, not hard enough to draw blood but enough the threat was there. Even with a knife basically at your throat and your constant refusal, it clicks to him.

Smiling wide, so wide it was uncanny, he giggled out, “your Kisaki’s bitch.”

The statement was so matter of fact, your mouth agape at his conclusion. Insulted at him even insinuating that, you barked, “it’s not like that.”

“Not like what, huh? You’re not his whore? Then why are you in his club, sneaking away from me like you have something to hide. Afraid I will tattle on you to Takemichi.” 

“He has nothing to do with this. Neither does Kisaki and especially not you. I haven’t seen you in years, Kazutora, you have no right to question me like this.”

“If you’re putting Toman in jeopardy then yeah, I have every fucking right.” He brought his face close to yours, his minty breath swirling around your hazed mind. 

Keeping eye contact even with the knife still on your cheek, you refused to give in. Tapping the blade against the flesh as if he was contemplating what to do with you.

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you.”

You flinched away from him, frantic to escape. You were not going to fuck him when any of Kisaki’s men could walk right through either doors. Despite your struggling, Kazutora already made his decision. Tightening his grip on your throat, his palm hot on your windpipe. 

“Don’t make this hard for me, love. In the end I will get what I want.”

Trailing the knife down from your cheek down to your cleavage. Your nipples pebbled from fright and the cold of the blade. Kazutora took notice of it, bringing the tip to your areolas and pressing down. You tried as you might to stay still in fear he will cut the sensitive skin. 

“Kazutora,” you whimpered out.

Looking up from your breasts, he quirked up a brow, “ready to answer?”

Shaking your head, you steel your face to endure whatever he set out for you. If he was stubborn, you could be pigheaded. 

Done with his fun, the knife creeped down further until it reached the hem of your short dress. It hooked onto the fabric to pull the silk up until your white, lacy panties were exposed. Along with the undergarment being displayed so was the wet spot, but you were sure he could feel the slick through his pants.

“Aw and I thought this was supposed to be an interrogation, what a whore,” he teased. 

You abstained from giving into his taunts and turned your head to the side. Not liking that, he harshly cuts the right leg hole to your panties. Taking his thigh away for a second to let the torn fabric fall away to expose your glistening cunt. The intact part of your panties hangs pathetically from your left ankle. 

Pointing the knife towards your cunny, he inched the tip towards your clit. Sharply you glanced down to your own crotch, trembling. 

“I wonder how much of my blade I can fit in your cunt before you scream for me to take it out. How sweet you’ll cry when you clench down in fear just to cut yourself up. I won’t even have to do anything.” 

He was practically drooling at the image of you bleeding, crying for him to stop and to help sooth the pain. How slick your cunny would be with your own blood and arousal as lube. Though he doesn’t want to completely break you, he still wants to cage you in his embrace. To rekindle the ashes long since lost their spark. 

As you frantically whimper that he’s scaring you, he tilted his head, “another time then.” 

He takes his hand away from your throat to place the knife against the fragile skin. Using the now free hand to unbutton and unzip his black jeans. Forgoing any foreplay to open you up, he wanted it to hurt. His bulge was prominent. Sighing in relief as his tight pants were starting to hurt his pulsing dick. He pulled his boxers and pants down enough to expose the appendage. 

The tip of his cock was a harsh red with precum coating it. He gripped the base to bring it to your hole. “This is your last chance, love. Talk or else I’m fucking you until your braindead.”

Taking that as a challenge, you tilt your chin up, “as if your baby dick could do anything.”

His eyes darken while he huffed out an unamused laugh from the side of his mouth. Lifting your left leg up to expose yourself more, he pops his tip into your unprepped hole. A short scream squeezes out your rib cage. Kazutora wasn’t the biggest man in the world, but he was thick. The stretch burned as he bullied his way deep into your cunt. Arousal coated his cock from your body trying to make up for the pain. 

At the sound of you screeching out again, he pressed the blade deeper until a bead of blood bubbled up. “For someone who doesn’t want to be caught, you sure are being loud.”

Crinkling your nose at his taunt, “fuck you.”

“I already am,” he laughed. 

Not waiting to bottom out inside you, he started shallow thrusts getting deeper with every shove. With each drag the burn started to rub away. Forcing himself his way to your g-spot, pleasure clouded your mind. You forget where you are as you moaned out loud.

Kazutora dug the knife into your neck more until a trail of blood leaks down your neck and into your cleavage. He watched as the blood trickled out. Flicking his tongue out, he catches the liquid roses. Licking up from your breasts and up to where the knife rests on your windpipe. 

You moaned at the image and his tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh. 

“This is barely a punishment if you keep moaning like a whore.”

Embarrassed, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, remembering where you were. You locked eyes with his golden hues before looking at the doors. The pounding of the bass in the club leaked out from under the door. Dropping the knife with a clatter on the cement floor, he pried your hand away and gripped your cheeks. 

“Look at me,” he commands. 

You nodded your head. Try as you may, you were under his spell. With your back scraping against the wall, it was hard to ignore why you once loved this man. In a moment of weakness, you reach over to tuck a loose strand that fell in front of his face.

“Fuck,” he grunted out. 

Gripping your neck again, he goes faster. His thrust became sloppy. You whimpered knowing he was close but you were nowhere near him. Frantically you rocked your hips to his pace. He laughed at your pathetic attempt to get off too. 

“Please, please. I wanna cum too,” was all you could drawl out. 

“You can if you tell me why you’re in Kisaki’s club,” he huffed out, thrusts losing rhythm.

 “I can’t! I can’t!” you babbled out. 

He slowed his hips in punishment. You caught his eyes as you started crying in desperation from both wanting to cum and him not taking your warning. 

“Well I guess we will be here all night.”

At his words, the sound of the door being fiddled with echoed in the hallway. Pupils bouncing at the noise, you tried to scramble away. 

Crowding you to him, he amps his pistoning once again. You slapped against his back with balled fists. Nevermind cumming, all you care about is not getting caught. 

Kazutora couldn’t care less at your frantic movement and kept pounding into you. If anything, he hoped whoever was on the other side sees you being claimed by the opposing gang. Fuck gang wars, you were his no matter what. He would chase you until the end of time. In each timeline you were his to love and claim. 

Wanting to feel you gush on his cock, he gave the mercy of reaching his hand down to rub circles into your neglected clit. Finally receiving attention after the only stimulation was the bump of his pelvic bone with each thrust, it takes a few swipes to cum. Mixed with the fear and his swirling thumb, you collapsed into him. 

He whined out at how hard you clench down. Your climax dominoed his own release. Kazutora buried himself deep into your cunt, firm against your cervix as he claimed your walls. 

He kept himself firmly in you as you both calm down from your climaxes. Heavy breathing filled the stuffy corridor. The scent of sex coated the air. The hand on your throat reached around to cradle your head to his shoulder. Reluctantly he pulled his cock out from your warm walls. He leaned his head down to catch how his cum leaked out from your puffy, abused cunny. 

Slipping his wet cock back into his pants, he kept his grip on your neck. Fingernails jabbing into your nape remind you of the man before, unchanged and unwavering. You glared up at him, the weight of the situation burdensome. 

“Don’t think we are done here. I will follow you until you give me the answer I want.”

[tokrev-roses]

Cool Cool Boy

although you are happy with your love, your ex-boyfriend wants to be a part of your life again. jealous boyfriends and phones involved + NSFW (original request)

🖋Genre: Smut (Mikey, Draken Chifuyu), Fluff (Baji)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ for everyone but Baji, description of the female body and sexual acts, bad writing/grammar/spelling

👥Characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji

❧ Keisuke Baji

Fancy dates are not his thing

It was not only that he had a budget, being a middle schooler and everything, he also simply didn’t vibe with it

But it was your anniversary, so he saved up all his pocket money and tried to behave so mama Baji would let him out

Cue to him waiting in front of a popular restaurant for young couples, wearing his edgy street clothes

And to both of your surprise, everything went smoothly

He excused himself to the restroom for a sec, and while you were waiting at your table, daydreaming about the beauty of this evening, someone sat down on Keisuke’s chair

You turned towards the person, fully expecting to see your boyfriend, but were met with a less than pleasant view. Your ex-boyfriend greeted you with a satisfied smirk.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n? You know, I always thought you were one of those girls who loved fancy stuff, considering how much you loved our dates and my presents. That you’d settle for someone who is unable to offer you more than this…” He made a derogatory gesture towards the other tables.

This was no high-end restaurant with view over the Tokyo skyline, but it was Baji who put a lot of effort into this, and it meant more to you than anything else

As you were about to respond, a shadow towered over your ex

“What do you think you are doing her punk?”

“This is the trash you left me for, y/n?”

As he was about to laugh, Baji seized him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him away like actual trash

Knowing Keisuke, you tried to stop the enraged berserker he was about to turn into. No need for a brawl in the middle of a restaurant

You managed to calm him, nonetheless the manager kindly asked all three of you to leave

Keisuke kept quiet on your way home. You knew why. He actually wanted everything to be perfect, to show you how much you meant to him and it was ruined by his temper and a slimy asshole

„♪Kei-Su-Ke♪“, you poked the dimples of your grumpy boyfriend. “I loved this evening. Minus that idiot, but that was none of your fault.”

“Hm.”

He kept walking.

Ok, you’d have to bring the big guns in

With two big steps you were behind him to give him the strongest back hug possible

“Ya, you punk. Wanna pick a fight?”, your effort to imitate his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“As if a small fry like you could win against me.”

With that you knew the ice was broken. What you didn’t expect was him turning around fast as lightening, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You tried to scream but it ended in heartful laughter

A perfect anniversary indeed.

❧ Manjiro Sano

(Future!Mikey, Dark-Haired)

King of jealousy and most possessive out of all the boys, so you can imagine his reaction as you told him your ex-boyfriend visited you at work

The mood instantly shifted

“Come on, Manjiro. He didn’t ask me to marry him or anything.”

This joke was not appreciated by him, and he stayed broody for the rest of the evening

You should have known that he was up to something as he suddenly became very touchy with you, but you pinned it on his neediness

Things got even stranger when he didn’t let you touch or pleasure him, but instead kept making you feel like wax between his fingers

It wasn’t just the way he abused your neck with longing kisses or how he caressed the sides of your body with featherlight touches as he made his way downwards. Not the way he fondled your breasts with the utmost care, kissing and sucking your nipples until you couldn’t keep your whimpers from spilling.

The satisfied smile he gave you as you made the first sound should have shown you that there was more to it, but you were so lost in pleasure, that you really didn’t care

Things got worse (or better) for you as he reached your most intimate spot

If he was skilled at pleasuring you before, he was a god at doing so today.

White pleasure blinded you as his velvet tongue explored every part of you. Every moan and whimper you gave him was met with a pleased hum that vibrated through your body.

When you couldn’t stop your own need from feeling every part of him on you, you used your hands in his dark hair to push him closer to you.

Instead of understanding your silent plea like he usually would, he just kept going and going until your vision got blurred by tears and your voice was hoarse.

Only then he let you go, mumbling something you were too tired to understand.

You slept well that night, with Mikey hugging you loke a koala

It was only when you looked at your phone the next morning, that you realized what he had done.

A chat with your ex-boyfriend, who must have written you last evening about going out for dinner, cough your eye. Your answer, which you definitely didn’t send, consisted of a 30 second audio.

Innocent you played it, of course, and it took you a second to realize what exactly you were hearing.

That was you. You, moaning in ecstasy. You were frozen in place an listened all the way through it

The audio ended with a raspy voice you knew all too well

“She is busy with me.”

❧ Ken Ryuguji

Your phone was broken.

It did not show you, who tried to call you and called people you never meant to call. That’s why instead of putting it in your pockets, it usually laid somewhere beside you. Like today as you were cooking dinner for your finance who was about to come home from his bike shop very soon

The last days had been a bit stressful, he had a lot to do, couldn’t spend any time with you and you went to meet your ex-boyfriend for coffee, as he himself was about to get married soon

Ken tried to be understanding, but the amount of your time this past fling consumed annoyed him

That’s why he wanted to make up for lost time this evening

He didn’t hesitate when he saw you standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan and looking so perfect

On swift move and the giant had placed you on the counter, standing between your spread legs, face buried in your neck

“Well, someone seems eager.”

He wasn’t willing to waste time with your teasing but begun to assault your lips

Heavy breathing filled the room as he cupped your chin with one hand and tried to get rid of your clothes with the other

Your bodies soon met with a pleasurable sensation, moving in synch.

You held on to him like your life depended on it, ankles hooked behind his back

He wasn’t one to moan, but his heavy breathing had something so unexplainable erotic to it, that it made up for the missing foreplay

One couldn’t be without the other and if it wouldn’t have been for the laws of nature, you would have said that your brains your hearts and your pleasure became one

Sweat made the counter slippery, and your voice became raspy as you finally reached your high together

“Well, hello there.” You could literally hear the smirk on his lips as he said this.

“…hello?”

You thought you were hallucination from your post-orgasmic bliss as you heard another voice talking to the both of you. But Ken’s shocked face as he looked towards your phone woke you up

It couldn’t be that your phone called your ex-boyfriend, right?

Right??  

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

It’s not like Chifuyu needs your attention all the time, but he kinda needs it when he wants it you know?

And today he really needed it

He had given the shop into the hands of his partner, Kazutora, to spend some time with you, as a surprise

The thing with surprises was, that they usually came at the worst times

His mood went downwards as he came home and instead of giving him a confused hug, asking him why he was home already, you were on the phone with god knows whom

He thought you’d end the call soon, so he gave you some space, but as you kept laughing 30 minutes after he arrived, he got annoyed, to say the least.

He didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but your constant laughter, bickering and smiling made him…curious

It seemed like your former high school sweetheart had called to “remember the good old times”, and although it wasn’t like him at all, he slowly but surely felt anger bubbling inside of him.

You had settled for the couch, and although the other party was on the phone, he felt the need to touch you, so he laid down between your legs, head resting on your stomach

You, of course, noticed the sour mood hanging in the air (not just because he followed you around like a lost puppy while you were phoning this old friend of yours)

So you petted his hair, knowing it would calm him

But the time for appeasement was over, at least for Chifuyu. He knew that you knew that he wanted you to hang up, yet you didn’t

It started as an innocent kiss on your stomach, which you answered with a silent chuckle, shaking your hand to signal him to stop

That he ignored it would be an understatement

Something you realised as he started caressing your intimate part through your clothes

As your friend on the other side was continuing to tell you about his life, your attention was captured by the innocent puppy-dog eyes your boyfriend gave you as he got rid of the annoying layers keeping him from feeling you

He began giving you kitten licks, that literally took your breath away. Good for you, the other man didn’t notice

Chifuyu, that devil, knew what he was doing, keeping eye contact with you while doing the most sinful things to you

It got worse as he took your pearl between his soft lips and started sucking

You had to press your fist on your mouth to keep any sound from spilling

He continued his assault with a steady pace, and you wanted him to stop as much as you wanted him to continue

“Y/n, are you still there?”

You hadn’t noticed that the excited voice on the phone had stopped

Faster than you could react, Chifuyu had snatched your phone away from you.

His breath tickled your now wet parts as he answered

“Something came up just now, and she needs to come. Try again, pal.”

[spicysoftsweet]

Chapter 7

Masterlist

“Take-mitchy?” Kumi repeated, tilting her head sideways as she tried the name in her mouth. She didn’t get why they were just intentionally pronouncing his name wrong but she realized that the boys seemed to like nonsensical nicknames. She knew that first hand.

“Takemitchy.” Kaksi pronounced again. Kumi gave up on saying the name correctly, realizing she frankly didn’t care this much. When she shrugged her shoulders, Kaksi continued.

“He’s one of the new guys in Toman I guess, and one of Mikey’s confidantes? He doesn’t look all that tough but apparently if it weren’t for him, there’s a good chance Draken would not have been alive.”

Kumi raised her eyebrows then nodded gravely, remembering that she had never visited Draken while in the hospital, but nevertheless was thankful that he was still recovering well. To hear that he’d almost died was a solemn reminder that despite the fact that she tried to ignore it, they were all sort of adjacent to the violence involved in these delinquent skirmishes and someone could get seriously hurt. She briefly considered that Baji could be the one in the hospital next time and banished the idea from her mind.

“He almost seems to have come out of nowhere,” Kaksi contemplated, her voice lofty as though she were thinking of something else. The conversation stalled over their lunch date, both girls clearly contemplating things they believed more serious than the topics they’d already glossed over out loud.

Kumi took a sip of her root beer float, then cleared her throat.

“What are you gonna do about Kazutora?” She finally questioned. She had been meaning to ask for a while but had held it in, not wanting to upset her friend. But by now it had been a little over two weeks since Kazutora had harshly accused her of cheating, emotionally or otherwise, and she had allowed Kaksi to pretend she didn’t care for long enough.

Kaksi poked at her fries, then decided she’d lost her appetite.

“I don’t know.”

After Kaksi’s breakup with her boyfriend - or whatever had happened between them - the girl found it much easier to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal, and that it remained something she could solve with some more time. But time was passing and it was getting harder to pretend that things could be fixed. It didn’t exactly help that she was still spending time with Mikey, although guarding her heart.

Kumi frowned as the girl’s expression turned downcast. That hadn’t been her intention.

“I think he’ll get over it,” she offered tentatively.

Kaksi shook her head but didn’t say anything further, remembering the fight she had had. The worst part was that Kazutora was probably right, she had been having a lot of fun with Mikey and everyone knew it, and now he was terribly angry at her, angry enough that he had said fuck all to seeing her further and to her homecoming party.

“I don’t think he will but it’s fine,” she said, with a sad smile. Kumi didn’t know all the details, and Kaksi decided it was probably better that way.

“Can you ask Baji to help?” Kumi asked.

“I don’t think he can…,” she trailed off, realizing something all of a sudden. “Wait, have you seen Baji since?”

Kumi’s complexion darkened and she grimaced.

“N-not really...”

She seemed embarrassed to admit it, stirring her drink suddenly. Kaksi raised an eyebrow, confused as to what was going on.

“Are you guys having problems too?”

Kumi vehemently shook her head no, but her brain screamed yes and she ran a hand through her curls and sighed.

“Actually, I think he’s avoiding me, and I’m not exactly sure what I did.”

It was true that it had taken Kumi almost three days to realize something was off between cram school (which had ramped up as she prepared for the high school entrance exams) and volunteering, but when the weekend had come around and she realized she’d only gotten radio silence from Baji, she had started to panic. She’d texted, then she’d called, and then she’d trekked to his house the next day just to make sure he hadn’t died in a fight in lieu of what had happened to Draken, to which his mother had no good reply to his absence.

I’ll let him know that you came by, she had reassured her. Kumi had thanked her and bowed, happy that her face was lowered so that she couldn’t see the disappointment in her eyes.

“That bastard!” Kaksi exclaimed, genuine irritation in her voice.

Kumi offered a chuckle tinged with a little bit of sadness. She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t the kind of girl who would center her life around a boy she liked, and maybe he really was just busy, as busy as she was, but the idea of someone losing interest in her almost as quickly as he’d developed it was terrifying to her. She’d even started contingency planning - if he did dump her (and it pained her to even consider it) she’d have to make sure her exam scores were stellar enough to go to a high school where they wouldn’t even cross paths.

But the simple thought of being dropped made her chest hurt. She had to be overreacting.

And yet, if Kaksi and Kazutora were possibly done for good, what chance did she have?

“You should join me for studying on weekends,” Kumi suggested, changing the subject to something that she decided should matter much more than what some troublemakers felt about her and her friend.

Even if she liked one of those troublemakers as much as she thought she could ever like anyone at all.

Kaksi made a face and Kumi sighed.

“Fine!” She threw up her hands in the air.

Kaksi laughed. “Listen, I can’t keep up with your marathon sessions, but I’ll try one of these days. I just don’t want to make any promises I won’t keep.”

There was a brief moment, another flash of panic where Kumi began to catastrophize, where she wondered what it would be like if she not only lost Baji’s interest but Kaksi’s too and bit her lip. Masking it, she instead grinned and drowned out her burgeoning anxieties with sugar.

Everything would be fine.

---

It wasn’t overly difficult for the girl to pretend like everything was fine. While Kaksi had addressed her current situation with her boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend with her best friend, Kumi, she wasn’t planning on talking about it with anyone else. But that was without considering Mikey’s keen intuition and her obvious change in behaviour.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, around lunch, watching the girl play with her food instead of eating it.

Her brown eyes met his as she looked up, bringing Kaksi back to reality.

“Nothing,” she answered, nonchalantly.

Mikey stayed silent for a moment. Normally, he wouldn’t have pushed her for an answer. But suspecting the cause of her sadness, he decided he shouldn’t stay quiet.

“Something happened with Kazutora.”

It wasn’t a question. With the increasing force that was Walhalla and the return of his old friend, it wasn’t difficult for Mikey to figure out that by extension Kaksi would be hurting.

“How-”

Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly, before falling silent again. It didn’t really matter how Mikey had guessed.

“Yeah,” she admitted, with a sad smile.

“What’s going on?”

Mikey probably knew way more than the girl about the situation, but he remained as confused as Kaksi as to why Kazutora decided he should hurt his friends.

Kaksi took a moment before answering. What was she supposed to tell Mikey?

“Kazutora thinks I cheated on him with you,” she said. “He thinks I love you.”

As the words left her mouth, Kaksi realised the absurdity of the whole situation. This was all a big misunderstanding, nothing more.

Mikey didn’t appear to be phased by her revelation. But he was in fact surprised. While it was true that he had fallen for Kaksi and he suspected she liked him back, they had never done anything that could qualify as cheating. Or maybe they did, as Kaksi explained the situations in greater detail, he understood why Kazutora believed she was guilty.

But Kazutora was especially out of control and it was in no way Kaksi’s fault. Unfortunately, Mikey didn’t want to address the situation with her. No, she didn’t need to know that her ex-boyfriend was leading a new gang that would be clashing with Toman soon. In fact, she was better off not knowing anything at all.

“Maybe you should love me,” Mikey said, abruptly. “Make him right.”

Those weren’t exactly the words he had been wanting to tell her, but their meaning was close enough, he figured. He didn’t realise however that his timing was awful. Kaksi didn’t say anything, not knowing what to answer for a moment. Did Mikey think this was all a game?

She had hurt Kazutora because of her feelings for him. Did Mikey seriously believe that she could just pick him over her ex-boyfriend and move on? Didn’t he feel any guilt over the situation?

“It’s not that easy,” she answered, a little irritated.

Mikey was aware, but there was no reasoning with Kazutora, and the sooner Kaksi understood this, the better.

“But if you did,” he continued, “maybe it would be easier.”

Kaksi’s fists clenched under the table. How could he even believe that for a second? Nothing could make this situation easier and certainly not entertaining whatever this relationship was with Mikey, she realised.

“I think we should stop seeing each other for a while,” the girl said, calmly, eyes looking into Mikey’s deep black ones.

His face didn’t betray his feelings as it remained unchanged. But this wasn’t how Mikey had anticipated the conversation to turn out.

“Why?”

“Because I want to fix things with Kazutora and having lunch with you every week like nothing happened isn’t going to help me,” she explained, voice slightly stronger now.

While Kaksi didn’t realise, Mikey was deeply hurt by her decision. Was he that easy to discard to the girl? Were those weekly lunches they would share together really just a currency to her? Just a debt she thought she was done repaying?

“Who told you your debt was repaid?” Mikey asked, his tone slightly colder. “Don't I decide that?”

Kaksi bit her lip; he was right.

“Mikey, please try to understand,” she continued, regardless. “Kazutora is jealous of you.”

Understanding? Hadn’t Mikey been understanding enough already? Kazutora was his brother’s murderer and yet he was the one who was supposed to be considerate towards his feelings? Toman’s leader couldn’t keep his calm anymore, his facade crumbling for the first time in front of Kaksi. He got up abruptly, fist clenched.

“I tried to be understanding when Baji defended him after he killed my brother.”

Kaksi’s eyes filled with tears automatically at those words.

“But when has Kazutora ever been understanding?” he questioned, not bothering to stay to hear her answer, turning his back and leaving instead.

The girl watched him disappear from her sight quietly, unsure about what she could even tell him. She had been unfair to Mikey. However, she was running out of options and the fear of losing Kazutora right as she thought she finally had him back was overwhelming. So she decided that losing Mikey instead would be less painful.

Alas, she was wrong, she realized as her heart ached for him now.

---

While Kumi’s anxieties did not completely quell over the course of the evening into the night, she managed to force herself to sleep.

Before she dozed off, she had fleetingly considered talking to her mother about her troubles but it would be a lot to explain at once - that she’d decided to romantically involve herself with someone despite the strict ‘no boys’ rule her father had put in place, and that she’d chosen that specific type of boy. She figured that it wouldn’t be worth it starting all this fuss, especially if things were possibly coming to an end.

She dwelled on this for a moment and then managed to fall asleep.

Just hours later, Kumi startled awake in the dead of night to a sharp, loud sound coming from just outside her window.

She gasped, sitting up then pulling her covers to her chest, as her heart rate picked up, wondering if she had just imagined it.

And then it came again, this time louder - the sound of a rock scraping against glass and she got out of bed and ventured closer to the door, her blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Peering through the smallest raise of the curtain, she saw him in the street, looking directly at her closed window, and he saw her. He was dressed in Toman’s garb, leaning against his bike and for a moment, Kumi wondered if he had been out with everyone just before this, causing trouble in the neighborhood at this very late hour.

Baji beamed once he saw her and mouthed the words, Come out.

Her heart thumped. It was a little after midnight and she had school tomorrow - he had school tomorrow - and this same boy had been actively avoiding her without reason for days. Any reasonable person would have told him to fuck off and gone back to bed, she considered.

Yet Baji wasn’t someone to be ignored, and he would absolutely make a ruckus if she decided to ignore her, and more importantly, she missed him terribly.

Kumi was not as reasonable a person as she thought she was.

She’d never snuck out of her house before, but she would tonight.

…

The air was cold on that October night and she regretted not exchanging her shorts for a pair of pants, even though she’d been smart enough to pick up a jacket. Baji’s sharp eyes seemed to glisten more in the moonlight as she gingerly closed the front door behind her, desperate not to make a sound and palms sweating as she considered how over her life would be if her parents caught her in this very moment.

She decided to ignore this and focus on making sure Baji knew just how angry she was instead.

“Where the hell have you been?” Kumi hissed in a low whisper, as she quickly paced over to meet him.

“House arrest,” he replied, nonchalantly as all the blood drained out of Kumi’s face.

“Are you-” the word serious was lost as Baji suddenly stepped forward and in one fluid movement, ran a hand through the back of her hair, pulling her towards him and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Her breath hitched in her throat and he pressed his forehead to hers, and chuckled.

“I missed you.”

It wasn’t a fair move on his part but it was effective. Her anger dissipated immediately, now at a loss for words.

“Can you come with me just for a little while?” He paused, a small frown on his face, then added, “Please.”

Even this was odd, the pleading tone in his voice on top of the sudden disappearance, but she was assuming he was making up for something. Maybe he’d realized he’d hurt her feelings, maybe he had changed his mind about her. Either way, she nodded and made her way onto his bike and they rode off into the night.

That night, under the stars, he kissed her again, this time not a playful kiss on the cheek or a peck on the forehead but one on the lips that was both bold and timid, awkward and somehow excessively serious at the same time. It was their first real kiss, with teeth and tongue hesitant with inexperience; the two separated with short, flustered breaths between them. When Kumi opened her eyes, she saw him but not the uncertainty in his eyes, her head still spinning.

Her body still leaned forward as did his but he pulled back first, leaning back against the park bench on which they sat. He gazed in front of him, his hand reaching sideways for hers. She scooted closer and lay her head on his shoulder.

She wouldn’t sleep that night, she thought, blood coursing through her veins. Definitely not.

They sat like this for another while, quietly, and suddenly Baji spoke up.

“Don’t hate me if I mess up,” he whispered. Kumi wondered if this was a way for him to apologize indirectly, and lips still tingling, she teased him.

“How about don’t mess up?”

He didn’t laugh with her immediately, but then snickered, putting his arm around her neck in a loose, playful headlock, pulling her so that she fell into his lap.

“I knew you would say that, Miss Model Citizen.”

Kumi looked up at him and pouted dramatically.

“Be nice, Mr. Menace to Society. I’m out here right now with you, right?”

He smirked down at her. “Yeah, you are.”

Kumi suddenly reached upwards for his face, squishing his cheeks together.

“If you get into trouble, you’ll end up taking me with you, so you have to be careful, okay?”

It was an unfortunate choice of words she’d used at the time and Baji’s stomach turned ever so slightly. Looking at her brown eyes as they lit up in sincere affection, he realized that she did genuinely like, possibly even love, him and no matter what, he would end up hurting her.