#Kurokawa Izana

[rfyu]

tell your baby,

that i'm your baby

i wanna feel it

i bet on losing dogs...

[cheesus-doodles]

More thoughts on Izana and Rindou's BFF, how did bestie deal with or find out about the aftermath of the battle against Toman? How did bestie react to Izana dying and Rindou going to jail once again? and how does Rindou feel about being separated from bestie once again? In canon the Tenjiuku members stayed behind and willingly got arrested, but in this scenario I can't imagine Rindou willingly staying behind and knowing he'd be separated from bestie.

why friend why would you make me think about this ;w; first and only time imma write about this because it's digging into memories in an uncomfortable place...

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tw: major character death, discussion about death & depression

I actually think that Rindo would willingly stay behind and go to juvenile prison with the rest of the remaining Tenjiku executives after Izana’s death, despite knowing that would mean a separation from you, his BFF.

My reasoning for this is that despite the way Izana has treated his subordinates, I think all the executives hold a lot of respect for the Tenjiku President and look up to him, either as some sort of role model or just in awe of his abilities. So no doubt that Rindo and the other executives would feel a lot of guilt over how they let things get so out of hand with Kisaki’s involvement that it resulted in his death, though I think the person bearing the most guilt would most likely still be Kakucho (after he had recovered), given he already knew how dangerous and poisonous Kisaki had been to Izana's psyche from the start.

Rindo's fraying at the edges at having been dealt so many heavy emotions and events to handle at the same time. Losing Izana was one gut punch, but the realization that he would have to spend even longer away from you - this time without anyone left to protect you on the outside - was another blow Rindo could barely take. The younger Haitani would spend a lot of time stewing over this, the sleepless nights only darkening his eyebags with every passing day, as Ran could barely force Rindo to eat, let alone call you to break the news.

Despite Rindo despising the closeness Izana shared with you, he still respected the tanned boy, and he knew that breaking the news to you would shatter your naive, glowing world, and it would be entirely his fault.

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Either way, you would eventually find out about it, one way or another, most likely through seeing Izana’s obituary in the local newspaper. Despite the beef between Mikey and Izana, I think Mikey did really want to reconnect with his long-lost brother, related or not, and the Sanos would treat Izana with the respect that Shinichiro would want him to be treated with. And despite being completely air-headed and naive, seeing who you thought was a good friend staring back at you from the newspaper would be like a punch in the gut. You'll have to reread it again and again, though it still didn't feel real.

Things become even worse when you happen across the article where you find out what really happened, a small blurb about a gang fight that ended with a casualty and a serious injury.

‎ Your world comes crashing down, the whole event leaving you stunned. You couldn't really accept it at first, even a week after the wake and funeral was over. Life went on as normal, you still attended school, ate by yourself, and then went home to struggle through homework, making sure to carve out time to visit Kakucho in hospital and Rindo in juvie. But then it was a regular sunny day after you had just visited Rindo that the sadness and grief began to set in, and you find yourself unable to stop the tears.

Your appetite crashes, and the nightmares became endless, not helped by the fact that Rindo couldn't be with you to scare off the darkness. The paranoia that settled in the base of your gut refused to be shaken, the constant whisper from the back of your head that you would lose Rindo, Ran, Kakucho in the same way.

It haunted your every thought, Izana's pale, lifeless body framed by the coffin, and your nightmares where you would see Rindo's face instead. Every bruise, cut and bandage he showed up with became another gnawing fear. You stopped going to school for a bit, taking a break to try and deal with the grief, to try and heal.

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Time does heal some wounds, and you eventually find yourself again, though that innocence lost never comes back. There's always a darkness in those eyes that Rindo couldn't unsee when you visit him, even though your jolly self returns, slowly. You aren't as trusting or open as you used to be, and though you stopped trying to convince Rindo to stop fighting entirely, Rindo notes that you started to track his bruises and injuries, the way your smile becomes more strained and you try to hide your clenched fists when he appears with new injuries.

[wingo5]

They have the same eyes

Pokemon series pt 3

[firstdivisiongirl]

Babe please I got to see Izana, Chifuyu, Haitani brothers, and Kazutora reacting to reader suddenly giving them a kiss on their cheek and even leaving a lipstick stain on them

Hey there. I was actually wanting to write something like this before you even requested this. Thank you so much. Hopefully, you like it!

Izana, Chifuyu, Haitani Brothers, and Kazutora Reacting Getting a Kiss on Their Cheek and Leaving a Lipstick Stain on Them

Izana Kurokawa:

He hasn’t really felt love from anyone in his life.

Thanks a lot Karen!

But once he finds you he feels so happy and loved.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get flustered.

So when you kiss him on the cheek randomly, he is shocked

And he blushes

Not a ton because he doesn’t want his men to see him all flustered.

He doesn’t even blush that much when Kakucho points out that he has red lipstick on his cheek

But on the inside he is freaking out

In a good way of course

Chifuyu Matsuno:

Boy loves all things romance and love.

But he has little luck when it comes to love.

So when you say that you’ll go out with him.  He is so happy!

But when you do something cute, his cheeks are pink.

He can’t help but blush.

But when you randomly kiss him on the cheek and leave a lipstick stain..

Chifuyu.exe stopped working

Boy is red as a tomato and can’t speak

Like Izana, he is a bigger mess on the inside.

Baji smiles a little at how in love Chifuyu is

Ran Haitani:

Ran is a ladies’ man

Nothing with women phase him, unlike Chifuyu and Izana

So when you give him a kiss on his cheek, he isn’t even phased

Rin thinks he is a smug idiot

But in reality, Ran is extremely happy

If anyone else besides you did this, you wouldn’t be happy but more because he doesn’t like them like he likes you

He just doesn’t want to show an weakness because if he does, someone could use you against him

He’s a good guy like that

But just know he will return the favor

Expect a kiss on the cheek back

Rindou Haitani:

When he gets a S/O, he is a little inexperienced

He just doesn’t know what to do exactly or how to react

It’s not his fault

He can be a little awkward

But you love him anyways

When you kiss him randomly, he doesn’t get it

He is so confused

So he asked you why you did that

You tell him because he’s really cute and you wanted to his is cute little cheeks

Let’s just say, Ran will never stop teasing Rin now about his “cute little cheeks”

Kazutora Hanemiya:

Oh poor boy.

He didn’t know what real love was for the longest time

But after he meets you, he now knows what it is.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t confused

After you kiss him on the cheek randomly, he doesn’t know what’s going on

Even more so when he has a lipstick stain on his cheek too

He freaks out and calls Chifuyu

His romance encyclopedia

Chifuyu explains that you were just showing him that you love him randomly

He starts to hope you surprise him with more kisses

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[acrid-wondrland]

Random TokyoRev Headcanons

🔑Mikey's favorite flavor is anko(red bean). Taiyaki, dorayaki, mochi, etc. It doesn't matter, it has to have anko filling. Fave ice cream flavor? Anko. What does he ask for on his halo halo when he and Izana go visit the Phillipines? Extra red bean.

🔪Yuzuha Is an unofficial member of Toman. The uniform she wears isn't her school's uniform, it's a custom one in Toman colors that Mitsuya made for her. She doesn't wear the ribbon around her neck anymore because once when she got in a fight someone grabbed it and nearly cost her the fight. The only reason she isn't an official member despite Mikey insistence, since she's a pretty decent fighter, is because she hates violence due to her childhood.

😵Shion is afraid of heights.

🚚Kisaki can't smoke because he has asthma. Every time he went to the Valhalla Arcade to talk strategy, he always made Hanma come outside to the back of the building so he doesn't die from the secondhand smoke. Hanma thinks it's funny.

🚬Hanma is left-handed. Also didn't get his Sin and Punishment tattoos bc of the Dostoevsky novel but because of the Nintendo 64 game lmao.

🎴Izana wants to learn how to play every Gackt song on his acoustic guitar.

💤Ran has dated more foreign girls than Japanese girls. Mostly Singaporean(a lot of rich Singaporeans club in Roppongi), Russian(a lot of Russian models come to Japan for work), and Korean(A lot of Korean tourists due to proximity) girls. He wants to try and date a French girl someday (he romanticizes Paris and France like a lot of young Japanese ppl do). He's enamored with foreign pop culture and is in his Passport Bro era lmaoooo, it's why he wants to be a foreign celebrity. And it's easy for him to find foreign girls to date bc Roppongi is popular with foreigners in general.

🎶Rindou is secretly a huge romantic and feels extremely pressured to be a playboy bc of his and his brothers' reputation. A lot of things most boyfriends would find a pain in the ass to do, Rindou actually looks forward to doing for his future girlfriend one day.

💊Sanzu: "While u were out partying w da Haitanis, I studied the blade."

jk jk but I hc that's he's actually a chuunibyou, he just hides it really well. Has whole shonen manga monologues in his head.

🐉Draken dawg HATES anko w a passion and can't stand it. Mikey's love for it is torture to him.

👠Inupi i saw a hc once that his red flag is that he's rude to the waitstaff and I laughed for 5 min straight because why can I see it???? lmao???

That aside I hc that he loves swimming and water in general. Like, in the timelines he ends up being a Yakuza he definitely made sure his penthouse had the fanciest infinity pool complete with custom lights, heating, a built in stone wall on the side that has a flatscreen TV, different connected sections w different elevations, etc.

💴Koko is half Chinese, from his mom's side. She's from the mainland, specifically Henan province and born in it's capital Zhengzhou. He's very proud of his heritage.

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Anyone got any matching hcs lol?

[rechel-neko]

Help look what I did

I'm literally sure Shinichiro would be able to do it, and he'd be proud of what a good brother he is

[metranart]

You are going to have a sleepover with your old neighbors, the Sano family... what will the night hold for you? 🥵💦

NSFW Content: If you want to spend the night being pampered, rammed and pinned by the Sano family this tier is for you: Spicy Foreplay

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

You know it's gotta be a really good tree if Izana is out here calling it "gorgeous"! (Kakucho must be so happy rn)

[cheesus-doodles]

Tenjiku's New Year's Eve

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“If you speak to her, I will kill you.”

Kakucho rubbed his temple, biting back the groan he could feel building in his throat, opting instead of the far safer option of a sigh. Not this shit again.

“If you look at her, I will kill you,” Izana continued calmly, his arms folded and hidden within the sleeves of his kimono, those blank violet eyes giving nothing away even as he stared down the rest of the Tenjiku executives. “If you breathe at her, I will kill you.”

Every single goddamn year since you and Izana have been together, this exact scenario has never failed not to play out on New Year’s Eve, like some sort of devious divine torture that Kakucho couldn’t stop from recurring. “Izana, this really isn’t the best way to start the new year,” was all he could get out as the black-haired Vice-Captain rubbed at his temples, watching the two Haitani brothers awkwardly shuffling their feet at that empty violet gaze fell on them accusingly, their eyes falling to the ground in a rare show of deference. 

It was crystal clear who the Tenjiku President thought were the biggest threats to you, but what Kakucho couldn’t understand was why Izana didn’t simply order them out of the queue. This could all have been a private affair.

Maybe he wanted to show you off to his executives, as he usually did. Maybe he wanted to flex his might at you.

Whatever it was, it was between Izana and the divines, but Kakucho did wish that Izana took some pity on them from time to time.

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The temple grounds buzzed with the sound of conversations of the crowds waiting in a line that seemed to stretch out a mile behind them like a larger-than-life snake. Kakucho checked his watch again. Another five minutes before the queue started moving, the first rings of the suzu bell ushering in the new year alongside the explosion of fireworks overhead. 

And yet, you were still nowhere in sight. 

No wonder Izana was getting angsty.

Not that the white-haired boy had been the one to get here three hours early to be so in the front of the queue, no. He had instead simply ‘suggested’ his Tenjiku executives not make him wait in line. And all six of them had turned up to make it happen, unwilling to risk his wrath when it came to something as important as celebrating New Year’s Eve with you. The group of six executives had split into two groups, with Kakucho, Ran and Rindo staying in the main queue for the suzu bell, and Muto, Shion and Mochi heading off for the Joya no Kane ceremony queue on the other side of the temple. 

Izana had only wandered up around five minutes ago with a hot drink in hand for himself and none for them. But he had clearly expected you to be already here waiting for him like the rest of Tenjiku, despite Izana hating the idea of leaving you alone with his executives without his supervision, despite Izana refusing to drive up to Tokyo to meet you, instead insisting you travel down to Yokohama to meet him even if it took you twice as long to get here by public transportation.

Ye, the tan-skinned boy was hardly in the best of moods at the moment. And it was only getting fouler with every second you weren’t here, his eyes starting to narrow and his brows creasing as he scanned down the orderly line. Kakucho felt a bead of perspiration roll down the side of his head as he looked at his watch again, willing it to go slower so that you could get here in time.

“How if we go to the back of the queue?” Ran suggested almost cheerfully, with Rindo simply nodding along as fast as he humanly can, his blue and yellow hair whipping around with gusto as he did. “Or we can go check on the others. We really don’t mind much.”

Really, they would rather just exit the line that they had been queuing in and go over and bully Shion than be the target of Izana’s wrath. 

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“There you are, Izzy!”

The moment your voice floated over, the Tenjiku Heavenly Kings could only watch in awe as any promise of violence on Izana’s face instantly evaporated, melting away to reveal a soft, indulgent look, purple eyes whirling around to land on you as you excused your way past everyone else towards the front of the line where they had been waiting. Hurrying over the uneven stone steps, you had the bottom of your kimono slightly pulled up to keep yourself from tripping, long sleeves swaying freely with every shuffle-step you took, kinchaku hanging from one wrist. 

Next to Izana’s handsome yet angry red and black-patterned kimono, yours looked gentle. The ying to his yang, Kakucho thought, watching you nuzzle into the white-haired boy’s side, one tanned arm slipping around your waist to hold you steady. 

“You’re late,” Izana mumbled to you, right as the first fireworks lit up the cloudless night sky, bursting into vibrant colors that momentarily shone brighter than the full moon.

“I couldn’t find you,” you responded, turning your face up to beam at him. “That and the train station is quite a walk away.”

Kakucho took a deep breath, letting out a sigh of relief as his sole working red eye caught Ran’s violet ones, right before the older Haitani arched one eyebrow in a silent response and the two brothers slipped off, disappearing into the crowds. Another New Year Eve’s down without incident. The black-haired boy really couldn’t wish for a better outcome.

[actualfkingvoid]

[m-ilkiee]

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. and now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, implied domestic abuse, victim blaming, blackmailing, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break, psychological torture, use of firearms

r-18+ (not suitable for 17 and under)

wc: 11.6k

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a/n: likes are nice, comments and reblogs with comments are superior, anons are also superior too and would make me update faster cause it means people like what i write. this chapter takes an entirely different turn from the old story, some scenes are similar but the context is different. i host polls after this so stay tuned. Edit 02/11/2024: this chapter's end has been edited and changed. I've indicated the edited point, so that you could skip other parts to read it. Thank you.

 YOU haven’t been able to stay asleep for the past few days.

It’s easy to fall asleep after a hard and stressful day at school and your part-time job. Your limbs ache from all the walking and lugging a bookbag far heavier than what you could handle -since all your e-textbooks were on your (now destroyed) laptop and phones were not allowed during lectures. And working from 5pm until 9pm at a restaurant, serving food to rude, overbearing customers only to be paid in pieces was another added stress in itself.

Not to mention, studying until the words are bleary and just looking at a book hurts your eyes.

But then, in all your dreams, everything you’ve pushed to the back of your memory is at the forefront. Your dream starts typically, your normal school day, waking up, dressing in your cute little blue crop sweater and jean skirt with socks. You go to classes, and then you see Mikey’s car waiting for Emma.

Things take a different turn. He’s the one getting out of the car to meet you. It’s like a siren call, him holding out his hand for you to take despite someone screaming for you to stop. You try to reject him, try to run away like the voice said but you end up getting trapped. This time, he’s not using his hands. He’s fully sheathed inside you, robbing you of the thing you hold so dear while you kick, bite and claw at him until you wake up screaming, sweat soaked all over your sheets.

You consistently dream of being violently raped by Manjiro Sano.

The next few hours until sunrise were equally horrible. You’re quietly sobbing into your pillows, praying to God to forgive you for letting Mikey touch you in the first place, assuming your reason for having such dreams was God’s divine judgement for your grievous sin. You’ve lost count on how many Bible verses you stay up reading until your eyes are bleary and the sun comes up.

No matter how much you pray and how many times you recite psalms 127 before you sleep, you can never escape Mikey in the world of dreams. He’s a virus that has invaded your thoughts, corrupting every dream you had and twisted them into nightmares.

You don’t know how long you can hold on being this sleep deprived. It’s been impairing your school life, trying to find a way to stay awake during classes only for you to fall asleep and miss the rest of it. Even when you got notes from the person next to you, reading them was always difficult because your eyes hurt so much.

Work was even more taxing and stressful, rush week adding more stress than you could ever imagine. You found yourself spacing out more than usual when you were supposed to be taking orders. You were unable to keep up with the fast paced environment, your body feeling like a ton of bricks with every moment you make. Your eyes were heavy lidded, tired from forcing them open throughout the day.

You were so, so tired-

“Hello! Are you sleeping on me young lady?” A voice snapped at you.

Your eyes shot open and immediately you stood back straight. You must have been dozing off while taking the older lady’s order -the very thing you’ve been trying to avoid all day long. “No, not at all Ms-” you started to explain. “-I was just … what was your order aga-”

You flinched when the woman angrily slammed her fist on the table, shutting you up instantly! “So you were sleeping on the job! What kind of establishment allows this?” She screamed, attracting the attention of customers around. “I need to speak to your manager. NOW!”

You instantly began to panic at the mention of your manager. If he heard any of this, he was definitely going to fire you. You cannot afford to lose this job right now, with all your school expenses and saving up money for next session’s tuition.

“No mam!” you begged, keeping your voice even as you tried to reason with her. “Th-there’s no need for that! Please! Let me take your order and I’ll-” you racked your brain for an excuse, knowing fully well your establishment does not offer free meals. “- I’ll pay for your meal! On me-”

“So you’re trying to imply I’m poor?” She interrupted you again, her tempo even higher than before. “You disrespectful little wretch! How dare you? GET ME YOUR MANAGER RIGHT NOW!”

You started begging the older woman, trying to calm her down and de-escalate the situation, but each plea only fuelled her rage. By now, every customer, every employee and just anyone in that place watched you grovel and beg this woman to calm down, some people even videoing your altercation. Your body was trembling as she screeched in your ears, calling you all sorts of names while you relentlessly apologised to her.

“What is going on here?”

You winced at the sound of your manager’s voice emerging from the backrooms. You stood stiffly as he walked to your side, using his shoulder to nudge you out of the way. “Is there something wrong Ms.?” He asked the lady. “What happened?”

“This little wretch!” She practically screeched at you, her finger wagging straight at your hung face. “She was sleeping while I was ordering! And when I pointed it out to her calmly, she called me a hag!”

Your eyes snapped open. You can tolerate people yelling at you, but lying is out of the question. “I did not call you anything! That’s a lie-”

“You be quiet!” Your manager yelled at you, silencing you. He turned to face the woman again, apologising profusely for your so called rude behaviour. “I promise you mam, she will be dealt with accordingly. Your order is in the house, please take that as a token of our humble apology and forgive us.”

You stood there in shock as the woman smirked satisfactorily at her now free meal. “Well, you better get rid of her!” She snarked, eyes scanning you up and down, plopping back down on her seat. “Or you’ll lose me as a patron.”

“Of course mam.” He said sweetly before switching his countenance towards you into a more irritated one. “You, come with me.”

You lowered your head once again in disappointment as you started following your manager towards the back rooms, your head lowered in shame as the eyes followed your every move to your damnation waiting for you in the manager’s office.

Your skin crawled as you felt his penetrating gaze on you, as if judging you. “You know how many complaints I have received this week just from you, (name)? How many orders you’ve messed up?”

You shook your head no in response, not trusting yourself to say anything reasonable at this point. He eyes you up and down again before scoffing at you rudely. “I only let you stay here because you said you were desperate for a job. But apparently, you’re not even bothered enough to keep it.” He spat out. “Unfortunately for you, this is the end of the road for you here. Change out of your uniform and leave.”

“But s-”

“I said you’re FIRED. GET OUT.”

You sighed weakly, obeying your now ex-manager’s order and leaving the office. You ignored the eyes of everyone watching you exchange the too tight black jeans and green top uniform back to your white bohemian skirt and light blue top with your white jacket. Calmly, you packed your school bag and everything you owned with you and slung it over your shoulder, replacing the uniform back to the locker, dropping the key on top.

No one said goodbye to you as you left through the back door.

  IZANA knows it's creepy to be waiting for Emma just outside her college, but it's not like he has a choice when she keeps ignoring any method he uses to contact her.

Mindlessly, he fiddled with his lighter with his back on the wall of the English department building and an unlit cigarette between his lips. Purple eyes scanned the people leaving the building one by one, hoping to find a mop of golden hair amongst the students. His hopes rose with each blond he saw, only for him to deflate when he realised they weren't her.

A few minutes passed and still no sign of Emma. Deciding that he didn’t want to stand around and gape, Izana lifted his lighter towards his cigarette, flicking the light twice and bringing the warm flame to his lips. Breathing in the familiar scent of nicotine, smoke filled his lungs as he tucked the lighter back in his pockets. His free hand took the cigarette from his lips and he exhaled, releasing plumes of smoke from his lips.

His smoking habit had gotten worse within the past week. Izana couldn’t help it, reaching for a light anytime he saw his gifts in the dustbin. Emma hasn’t been this angry at him before. Usually a new plushie was enough to wash his sins clean, no matter how grevious they were. Now, not even the most expensive shoes she’s been eyeing for months could satiate her anger.

All because of you.

Izana knows his little sister like the back of his hand. Like how she loved sleeping with plushies because it comforted her whenever their mother brought her gambling friends into the house and they were loud. Or how he picked up a guitar to learn multiple barbie songs because their mother had destroyed Emma’s CD that he bought with his money to punish her. He knew she liked warm tea during her periods and gentle back rubs to ease her pain. He’s not the best person to be around, with how fucked over he was by life until Shinichiro gave him purpose but he loved his sister a lot and everything he did was to protect her. Life hardened him, made him so jaded that the only thin thread connecting him to his humanity was Emma and he’d do anything to protect his humanity.

Only to watch it slip through his fingers.

First it was Mikey’s stupid friend, Ken Ryugi, who waltzed his way into Emma’s life. Izana didn’t like him one bit- didn’t like how Emma would bite her lip, waiting for him to reply and cry herself to sleep when he didn’t. Her heart was soft, fragile and that brute tore it apart by telling her he wasn’t interested in a relationship yet.

The only reason Ken wasn’t in an unmarked, shallow grave in the middle of nowhere was simply because Mikey was involved.

Now it is you, taking the space in her life that belonged to him and Mikey. You’re pushing both of them out of the equation, threatening their position in their sister’s life and everything they know.

Izana wonders how someone so insignificant was so important to Emma that she was willing to cut communications with her own brothers. It baffles him beyond understanding and at the same time enrages him that she could trust you so easily. That she was willing to turn against him in your name.

He took more puffs, skimming throughout the campus for any sight of her. It didn’t matter how he felt about it, as Kisaki had convinced him to ask Emma and you to go shopping, just to get back into Emma's good graces again. Apparently doing a nice gesture publicly for you would convince their sister to give them another chance again.

Especially because Izana had been the biggest opposition to their friendship.

“But Mikey was a little shit about them too.” he grumbles underneath his breath, cigarette in hand. “Why do I have to be the one to apologise? And why did Mikey get an out while I’m doing all the heavy lift-”

His thoughts were cut short the second he caught sight of a familiar blonde hair bouncing in the wind and stood up straight, tossing the cigarette to the floor and crushing it underneath his black shoes, before rushing to catch up to his little sister.

Izana pushed through the throng of people, violently shoving anyone that got in his way until he finally fell in step with her, slowing down to match her pace. Without wasting time, his hand curled around the girl’s wrist, stopping her in her tracks instantly and earning a shocked gasp escaped her lips.

“Get off me - Izana?”

Her free hand was fast to hit him, but her head was faster in turning around, only to recognize it was just Izana. Her hand stopped inches away from the smirking male’s face, the tension leaving her body and relief taking its place. It doesn’t last long, though as irritation suddenly crawls on her face, instantly displeased at his actions. “What the hell? I’ve told you to stop doing that.” she hissed at him.

A mischievous grin made its way to his face at Emma’s irritation. She always had a pout whenever she was angry at him and it made look even more adorable.

“Were you scared?” He teased, pulling Emma closer to him until she was practically smushed at his side, despite the glare she gave him in response. “You know no one would dare touch you.”

“Get off me. Your breath stinks like nicotine, I thought you said you quit smoking that shit.”

Ignoring Emma’s last question, he decided to change the topic. “Your lapdog isn't here with you?” he asked. Usually, you would be hovering behind her like a damn pest, so you not being around her was rather strange. 

Emma is quick to shove him off lightly, putting some distance between the two of them, clearly still mad at him. "(Name)'s not feeling well, so she didn't come to class today. I'm on my way to get her medicine."

Oh, that's a surprise.

But with you out of the way, Izana could finally have Emma all to himself for today and hang out with his beloved sister. Maybe even make up for the party thing without apologising to you. Without you here, it’s likely Emma isn’t as mad at the whole situation and is playing it up to make you feel like you have someone on your side.

He knows you’re not going to protest if Emma says she’s in talking terms with her brothers again. It’s a win-win situation and he doesn’t have to grovel or ask for forgiveness for some joke that went wrong.

"So that means we can hang out?"

"Excuse me?"

"You don't have to keep pretending you're still mad at me now that she isn't here." He spews the 'she' with so much venom it could kill, before switching up with a sick grin, his hand stretched out. "We can go to Vivienne Westwood and get that Saturn necklace you like, what do you say?"

His words hung in the air as Emma trailed her pointed glare from his hand, back to his cheerful visage. She crossed her arms in response slowly, her yellow eyes burning holes into his face as her lips curled into a sick sneer.

“Are you insane?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what?’ me Izana! I just told you (name)'s ill and you're asking me to go with you to shop at Vivienne westwood? Are you nuts?”

Emma’s voice was loud enough to garner wandering eyes of other by-standers, watching the event go down. Izana kept his composure, despite his bubbling irritation beneath the surface of his skin, with a smile -albeit stiffer than before. ‘She’s just being emotional’ Izana whispered to himself, still trying to be rational. ‘Just take it easy with her’

“Oh come on, should I care about her-"

"You should be begging her to forgive you for what you did to her that night!"

"You can't still be mad at me for that shit that happened two weeks ago. And besides, it's not my fault she couldn't take a joke” his words were smooth, buttery, flowing out of his lips like it was the truth, digging his own grave. “I didn’t know your friend was that sensitive-”

“Are you listening to the bullshit coming from your mouth?” Emma roared, her voice echoing throughout the entirety of the department, her face red with fury. Izana had never seen his own beloved sister ever look at him with such disgust in her eyes, her teeth gnashing against each other and hands at her side, clenching against each other. “Is that what you think a joke sounds like?”

“Calm the fuck dow-”

“No wonder you’re fucking single, you’re such a piece of shit to anyone that isn’t Shinichiro!” Emma screamed, interrupting Izana once again, her temper fiery enough to burn a hole on the ground she stood with how heated she was. “How does anyone even stand you for so long? You’re unbearable!”

“Excuse m-”

He doesn’t like where the conversation is going, with how furious Emma was right now. He tried to raise a comforting hand to Emma’s shoulder to ease her tension but she was quick to smack it away from her hard, stinging his fingers a little.

“You’re so unpleasant, how do you even have any friends? How do they tolerate you? To think (name) wanted me to forgive you! Thank god you aren’t my fucking brother, I can’t imagine being anything like you!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop herself.

It was as if the world froze over for Izana. He stood there, wide eyed, his heart beating loudly in his chest as all the voices around him faded into the background. His hand extended weakly at his side, mouth drying up as a lump formed in his throat. 

“I-I-i" she starts to stutter. It’s obvious that she can recognize what she had just said as he blankly stared at her. "I didn't mean i-”

He doesn’t let her finish, turning on his heel and walking away as fast as possible. People were quick to clear out of his way, not wanting to be his target of aggression. Emma followed behind, instantly, shouting his name at the top of her lungs followed with strings of apologies.

“Izana, wait please-” she screamed from the crowd of people, tears streaming from her yellow eyes. He continued to ignore her as he hopped on his bike, sliding in the key and revving up the engine before she could reach him.

Izana zoomed away, turning Emma’s cries into background noise, her words repeating in his head.

“I didn’t mean it! I’M SORRY-”

YOU don't know which was worse, the feeling of helplessness that came with the reality of your life crashing before your very eyes or the splitting headache you've developed after crying in your room for a week straight. Laying on your bed all day, huddled up in a blanket and sobbing uncontrollably was unhealthy, but it was all you found the strength to do these days. 

In all your years of being alive, you've never felt this pathetic. Not when you would be pushed outside in the pouring rain if you made a mistake in making dinner, or had been beaten with a belt in front of Yuzhua and Hakkai because you failed your catechism test. You could protect yourself from your brothers when they got violent. You could run and hide when your dad was really angry and wanted to take it out on you.

Unfortunately, no one told you what to do when your life is falling apart.

Ever since that day, you couldn't find the strength to go to class or do anything for that matter. It was like your entire energy was sucked out of you, leaving your body an empty husk with nothing left to give. 

You only have yourself to blame.

You drag the blankets closer to your body, sniffling a bit. The worst part of all of this is that after this month, if you don’t find a job that pays you quickly, you are going to be broke. It’s times like this that makes you regret leaving your family. You know it’s wishful thinking, but you wonder if you would be forgiven assuming you return home in tears and repentant of your sin of disobedience like the prodigal son in the bible. Life is too hard to live in the outside world without the help and guidance of a parent. You miss your old life, with your own bed and guaranteed food, as long as you did as you were told. You miss how sometimes your parents took you and your siblings to eat out after church.

You miss your mother. You want to go back to her. Life is hard, and dealing with being jobless with nowhere to turn to is harder. You could ask Emma, but she’s already taking care of you and there was no way you would bother your friend about your money problems.

"Hey babes, I got the medicine for you."

Emma's soft voice rouses you out of your self-pity session. The wood creaks underneath her heels as she walks to your bed and takes a seat besides you, the mattress dipping underneath her weight. The scent of her Vivienne Westwood wafting through your nostrils fills you with a sense of warmth, familiarity and at the same time, dread.

You feel guilty. Perhaps it's because you don't know how to tell Emma what exactly is wrong with you. It's easier to give her the half-truth that you caught a stomach bug than say everything. If you even as much as hinted that Manjiro had something to do with the real reason you were a sobbing mess on your bed, you're sure she would overreact and fight with her brothers again.

But still, not telling her meant you were keeping secrets from her. Something you both promised not to ever do as you two became best-friends.

‘It’s for her own good.’ you try to justify it. ‘It’s better I keep my mouth shut.’

Pushing that thought at the back of your mind, you roll over to her direction, pulling down your blanket just a little bit to see her properly. Your heart drops at the sadness etched onto Emma’s face, a forlorn look in her eyes. You hated seeing her down, yet all you’ve been doing for the past few months since you came into her life was causing her pain. You know how it feels to lose family, no matter how bad they were to you and Emma is no different.

“Hey”

Your voice is hoarse from your constant crying, but Emma doesn’t mention it as she reaches a hand to caress your face. “You look better than yesterday. You up to eat?”

You nodded briefly, realising how hungry you were. You’ve barely had an appetite to eat anything, so your rations had been smaller and compact until you regained it back bit by bit, thanks to Emma’s constant care. Pushing yourself up, you sit up and yawn, quickly covering your mouth the moment a bad stench emanates from it. Emma’s face quickly grows sour as well, probably smelling it too.

“You haven’t showered.”

“Uhhh-”

You knew there was no excuse for that one as Emma put the food and medicine away before yanking you off the bed while talking about how gross you were for not showering throughout today. “You’re a girl (name), don’t do this to yourself, c’mon-”

“But-” you start to whine, trying to defend yourself. “I was tired-”

“Nope!” she retorted, pushing you towards the bathroom. “No excuses! I swear you’re acting like Mikey when he’s in one of his moods-”

The room falls silent at her words, the cheerful aura dropping the second Emma realises what she’s said, a wave of guilt washing over her face as she lets go of your hands.

“Fuck- I’m sorry (name)...”

Your heart aches at how heartbroken she sounds right now and shatters even further at the fact that everything, every problem they were experiencing right now was all your fault. You saw it deep in Mikey’s eyes how much pain and suffering your presence in their family had caused, and how his anger reflected that action towards you. You’ve been so entrenched in your own problems that you forgot the mess you made in their family.

“Emma, you miss them don’t you?”

‘It’s not too late.’ You mutter to yourself, your heart in your throat as you steel your resolve. You couldn’t let her make that mistake you made by leaving your family aside. You don’t want Emma to be like you.

“(Name), please don’t-”

“You can’t keep ignoring them forever.” You cut her short, speaking directly to her now. “You can’t keep ignoring Draken either too. You’re miserable.”

“I’m fin-”

“Emma no.” You snap at her, finally having enough of her stubbornness as anger swells up in you. “I see how sad you look everytime you look at your pictures with your big brothers and Draken. Do you think that it’s healthy to keep ignoring them like this?”

“You were the one they hurt, you shouldn’t feel bad for them-”

“It doesn’t matter! I don’t matter!” You yell desperately, now pulling away from her grasp in an attempt to put your foot down. “They are the ones who matter a lot. Those are you family members! People who love you and have protected you for years! Just talk it out with them! They miss you for god’s sake!”

“What the hell do you mean you don’t matter?” Emma roars back at you, suddenly enraged by your outburst. You nearly stumble back at how angry she sounded, fear creeping into your skin as your verbal claws retract. “You matter to me! You mean the world to me as any of them do! You’re my best friend and I love you and if they don’t understand that then there is nothing to make up for!”

By the time she was done yelling, her breathing was heavy and her eyes so intense you couldn’t even stare at her. Your eyes quickly flickered to your feet instead; scared of seeing the disappointment on her face and terrified of her anger. You didn’t like it when Emma yelled, it reminded you of your mother getting angry at you, something you hated doing to her.

Eventually, she took a deep breath and took a step closer to you, her hand intertwined with yours. “Come on, I’ll help you shower.”

You silently follow behind her, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped.

  PERHAPS Izana should be angry at Emma.

It would be justified after the words she said from her mouth, but he can’t because he knows the truth. Emma was just angry as well and she didn’t mean any of the words she had said to hurt him. She said them because of you, however and he realises that every fight they’ve had is over your presence in her life.

Which meant that the true culprit was you.

People may believe in love at first sight, but from the first day Izana set his eyes on you, he could only feel hatred towards you. You were just there, sitting awkwardly while Emma tried to involve you in their conversation and it irked him.

At first, Izana thought it was the fact that the both of you were clashing personalities that made him feel that way, but then you keep getting in his way and ruining things for him. He hates everything about you - the way you picked your finger when you were nervous. Your bright smile you gave to only Emma and how easy it was for her to like you. Just your mere presence in general was enough to set him off because of how simple it was for you to be close to Emma while you barely knew her. It felt like he was losing his only sister to a stranger, and now the Emma who stands in front of him is a mere mockery of his real sister.

And that’s the frustrating part. He can’t do anything to hurt you. He’s smart enough to know that if he does, Emma would never forgive him.

“... Kurokawa, are you here with us?”

Izana snaps back to reality as Kisaki taps the table three times to get his attention. ‘I might have spaced out.’ He thinks to himself before facing the entirety of the table; Tetta Kisaki, the rather shrewd and ruthless dealer sitting, his equally irritating lap dog Shuji Hanma and the little shit that he called his younger brother, Mikey.

Speaking of Mikey, ever since that day he made that phone call and revealed his brand new plan of accepting you into their friend group, he’s been very quiet. Even throughout today’s meeting, he hasn’t said a word, aside from mentioning that Draken was going to be absent and asking where Kakucho was before the meeting began.

And knowing his brother, a quiet Mikey is a suspicious Mikey.

Now that Izana thinks about it, he’s noticed that Mikey, who was on his side initially had suddenly switched to trying to apologise to you. Which was weird, considering how egocentric Mikey could be on the topic of apologising. Izana has his suspicions, but then again Mikey is unpredictable due to his rather dark impulses, so he couldn’t really say anything yet, until Kakucho came back from his task.

Izana cleared his throat and faced Kisaki again, deciding to be as honest as possible. After all, it’s their fault that he���s in this mess, might as well remind them. “Just thinking about how Emma practically called me a bastard and I’m supposed to be okay with it.” He said nonchalantly and the air in the room shifted into an uncomfortable silence for the upteenth time this week ever since that unfortunate day. It isn’t surprising to anyone as to why though, Izana’s complicated relationship with the Sano’s is a sore topic that no one ever dared to bring up.

From Kisaki’s tight lipped expression, Izana is sure that the younger male is picking his words carefully in his head. Even Hanma who would have laughed or said something to intentionally piss off Izana remains silent. Eventually, Kisaki lets out a resigned sigh. “The audit would be done another time.” He states in a cool tone, putting his laptop aside before facing the two brothers. “It’s obvious we’re not gonna do anything useful until you resolve this issue with Emma and her friend.”

“Really?” The white haired male mocks, causing Kisaki to shift in his place, an irritated frown creasing his face. “would you like to hear my pla-”

“We’re not going to kill a civilian and draw attention to ourselves, Izana. I’ve already told you what to do.” Kisaki snapped back, his yellow eyes darting from Izana to Mikey, before narrowing in irritation. “Both of you. Just apologise to (name), it’s not that hard. You don’t even have to mean it, the girl won’t even know the difference-”

“Ah yes, cause that went well the last time.”

“And whose fault is that? I clearly told you to say “I’m sorry” and all you did was make things worse!”

“I’m just brutally honest.” Izana spits back. “And you can’t blame me because I tried, compared to Mikey who sits on his damn ass and has done nothing-”

“I wasn’t the one who called her a cheap hooker!” Mikey interjects defensively, sitting upright after staying quiet from the start of this meeting, finally saying something.

“Oh, so you can speak.” Izana retorts back, his voice cold. Mikey is so good at shifting blame onto others for actions he has a hand in, especially when he knows it would reflect badly on him. Unfortunately, Izana has been in this game longer than his little brother. “I thought you had gone mute with the way you don’t want to talk about the issue beyond pushing me to apologise to her.”

“You don’t make it any easier with how you talk to people.” Mikey hisses back, his tempo rising with each word, but Izana can hear the slight shake in his voice, almost as if he’s hiding something. “How am I supposed to do anything if you keep saying shit like you’re glad (name)’s gone?”

(Name)?

The entire room falls silent at Mikey’s sudden outburst, or rather what Mikey had just said. No one says a word as they all stare at Mikey in shock, eye wide and mouth hanging open like he’d grown two heads. There’s a glimmer of confusion in the dark eyed male before the realisation of his mistake washes over him, his facial expression changing into a mixture of guilt and pure terror.

As if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

It’s unmistaken. Izana knows his brother is hiding something and it has to do with you. “You’ve never,” he starts slowly, never taking his eyes off Mikey, gauging his facial expression. “called her by her name. You only call girls who you had something to do with by their name.”

“I-”

“You fucked her, didn’t you.” it’s a statement, not a question. Mikey grows pale and it's more of a sure answer than anything else at all.

“I didn’t do anything bad… she’s still a virgin-”

“What.” Kisaki, interjecting as well, cuts him off, his voice cold. “Did. You. Do?”

Mikey is silent. It’s brief and doesn’t last long as he finally seals his fate with a quiet voice. “It’s not my fucking fault, she wore a short skirt and she was asking for it-”

At the side, Kisaki crumples back onto the dining table seat, his head in his hands muttering a quiet “Oh fuck, I should have stayed with Osanai.” as he shakes in disbelief. Hanma just sits there, clearly perturbed, not knowing how to react but at the same time, not really interested.

“Glad to know I’m not the only screw up.” Izana scoffs as well. Despite how cheery his voice sounded, the furious look on his face says a different story altogether. “Since apparently you’re just as stupid as I am.”

Mikey runs a hand through his golden locs, frustration evident on his features. No one has ever seen him look so frantic, like a little kid who broke something and is trying to hide it. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Sure she said no at first but I knew she wanted it when she relaxed in my touch-”

“That’s not what Emma’s gonna think, you idiot!” Izana barks at him angrily, his temper finally off the rails. “You practically threw away your entire plan before it even started! All for what? Mediocre pussy you could get from some other girl? And you know how Shin is about this shit. If Emma finds out and tells him, we’re screwed!”

There’s a mixture of emotions swirling in Izana right now. The urge to punch Mikey was strong, for daring to not only lie to his face, but also making him look like a fool to cover his ass.

Then again, he knows it’s really not Mikey’s fault but yours. You must have done something to make Mikey hurt you because he knows his little brother doesn’t hurt girls. You have this effect of turning people into worse versions of themselves, making them disgusting, evil and hateful.

You turned Emma against them and now you made Mikey’s dark impulses come out.

It’s you that’s the problem.

“So what anyone find out? They won’t believe her” Mikey snarls back, irritated. “She can’t blame me, I told her to fucking leave but she didn’t listen! She was practically begging me to fuck her-”

“ENOUGH!”

Kisaki’s voice is loud enough to silence the two brothers, ending their argument instantly as they breathe heavily from their prior screaming match. Izana slumps back on his seat as Kisaki sits up straight, eyes narrowed. Mikey does the same as Izana, his jaw tightly clenched as he crosses his arms on his chest, feet crossed. The younger male clears his throat, and starts to rationalise the situation.

“It’s obvious that we’re going to switch gears since this happened. We all have a curated reputation that we need to protect so that people don’t nose into our business.” He turns to Mikey who is still glaring hard at Izana. “Your brother has a point, you fucked up our plan by not telling anyone what you did-”

“You judging me too, Kisaki?”

“Can you stop being defensive for once Mikey and just listen!” Kisaki scolds, just about done with everyone making things more difficult for him. “I don’t care what you did to her, whatever affection or lust you have for her is a you problem. I just want this situation to be in our favour.”

The statement makes Izana scoff in dismal fashion, but he decides to ask out of curiosity regardless. “And how do you intend to turn this situation around? Cause right now she has leverage over us and any careless move can put us in a tougher spot than we can handle.”

Kisaki turns his attention fully towards Izana again, a knowing look on his face as he asks. “Is Kakucho done searching Mikey’s car?”

‘How did he know?’ Izana blinks, but then catches Hanma smirking and doesn’t bother to ask his impending questions. Kisaki always had a nasty and suspicious habit of continuously tailing him specifically, and usually it doesn’t go over Izana’s radar when it happens, apart from this instance. Which meant someone was being a rat in his group.

He’ll deal with that later.

Mikey raised a brow in confusion as well, opening his mouth to protest the invasion of his privacy when Izana’s phone suddenly rings. He picks it up, attempting to step out to answer it when Kisaki raises his hand to stop him.

“Answer it here.” Kisaki said, ignoring the way Izana looks at him like he has two heads. “and put it on speaker.”

He had no reason to comply, but he wanted to see where Kisaki was going with whatever plan he had. With a wry smile, Izana put the phone down on the table and slid the answer button, putting it on a loudspeaker.

“Did you find anything Kakucho?”

Ever loyal, Kakucho clears his throat and starts to speak, his voice sounding strained over the phone, as if he’s struggling with something. “Yes boss.” He answers, a twinge of nervousness coating his tone. “There’s a dash cam on the mirror and a spy cam underneath the compartment facing the passenger’s seat…”

Mikey grumbles under his breath something about fucking Kakucho up if anything ends up spoilt or missing in his car but Kisaki holds his hand up to his lips and shushes him. Izana continues once he’s sure his brother is done complaining. “And did you confirm the anonymous tip that we got?”

He can hear Kakucho shift uncomfortably, the silence on the other side of the phone drawn out until he finally says. “Boss, it’s too … I don’t think we should use this against her.” He tries to reason. “I think we’re going too far-”

“Perfect.” Kisaki chimes in, now looking at Izana with a satisfied smile. Kakucho is about to ask why Kisaki was there but Izana cuts him off instead. “Bring it back. I’ll explain once you come to the house.”

“Okay boss.”

The phone line dies and Kisaki, fairly confident in his plan, looks at Izana once again. “I’m sure you know where I’m going, right?”

Izana may think Kisaki is a pathetic brat who just happened to be smart, but right now, it’s like the both of them are connected and in tune with their thoughts. The tanned male stretches his lips into a smile, one full of malice and at the same time, glee, his eyes light with mirth when he realises what Kisaki was thinking.

Finally a plan he could follow along with.

“Alright, I’m all ears.”

THE walk back to your dorm was quiet.

By the time you managed to catch a bus after spending the entire day looking for a job and getting back to campus, it was already late in the night. Save for only the street lamps that were beginning to dim, everywhere else was darker than usual.

You had read that there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight between the hours of 10pm - 00am. The time boldly written on the bus’ digital clock before you got down was 10:45pm, so you already assumed it was the cause of the unnatural darkness tonight.

A long time ago before the world weighed you down, things like this would have made you excited. You loved watching the stars when you were young, trying to check on the papers your father bought to see if there was any space news available. You remember borrowing your immediate elder brother’s binoculars as a makeshift telescope, trying to piece out the stars in the sky or see if you would catch a glimpse of the comet that was said to pass through that week.

Unfortunately, you were young and foolish. Wanting to impress your father, you told him all about your book of constellations that you drew up, detailing the first star that appeared every evening, down to your crazy childish theories about aliens and space.

“Can you show me the book?” your father asked calmly. You should have known it was dangerous for your father to be this calm, but you were too blinded by excitement to think and you gave him the book, a bright smile on your face.

Your smile fell as his large hands ripped your book into shreds, before telling you: “Women don’t dream.”

Maybe that was the day you realised the love you craved from your father will never be given to you. You were so young and impressionable, all you wanted was for him to be proud of you, like he was with his sons. Now, you can’t even look at the stars, the memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you try to shake it off as you continue on the path.

You wondered what grievous sin you’ve committed to be so down on your luck like this. Today had been one disappointment to another

You passed by Emma’s dorm building, a sigh escaping your lips. She told you that Draken wanted to take her out for dinner tonight, which shocked you because friends with benefits - according to what Emma herself told you- don’t go on dates or do lovey dovey stuff with each other, to avoid complicated feelings from budding.

Then again, their relationship is based on the fact that they both have feelings for each other, but Draken was not interested in a relationship.

It was already complicated before it began but at least she's taking your advice and talking to them again.

Your eyes darted up to her window, hoping her lights were on. Whenever she was alone, Emma hated sleeping in the dark. She said it reminded her of the times her mother would lock her and Izana in a dark room whenever she brought her customers in. Anytime she was in a darkened room, she told you she could still hear the sound of her mother moaning and a man grunting. Izana would try his best to distract her, playing games or even stealing an earphone and plugging it to his own so that she would listen to music instead of what was going on.

A frown graced your lips when you saw two bodies from the curtain, one tall figure you recognize as Draken and Emma’s smaller dainty figure perched on him, kissing. You quickly averted your eyes and walked faster, ignoring the unfamiliar pang in your chest. Maybe you’re jealous because you needed your friend’s comfort right now and she wasn’t available. You felt greedy for this, after spending a week with her, you should let her be free.

‘She has her own life to live. And I have mine’ you muttered to yourself as you trudged along the path, slowly dragging your feet. ‘I have to stop being so dependent on her.’

Eventually, your thoughts drift back to your reoccurring dream. Losing your job made you realise that if you didn’t do anything about it, your tiredness would eventually catch up to you and ruin everything else you’ve worked for. With an important test scheduled for tomorrow, you knew you could not afford to take another loss this week. You had to power through your sleep tonight, even if it traumatised you.

‘Maybe I should pretend that I like it. Pretend it’s okay and enjoy it so that I won’t have to wake up.’ You shook your head, cursing as you drew closer to your own dorm building. ‘Oh God, how far I’ve fallen. Look at me trying to enjoy a disgraceful act-’

You paused in your tracks at the sound of a leaf crushing. You quickly turned around, trying to ascertain who could be lurking there behind the bushes. Your palms started sweating, your nerves firing at the thought of being watched.

Silence.

You decided to continue walking, assuming that maybe you were hearing things and there wasn’t anything at all. Nighttime always had a way of making you nervous, especially with all the horrible stories you heard about innocent women being attacked around these times. Besides, looking around for whatever may be lurking was a dumb idea.

You should just get out of here.

Eventually, you make it to your dorm house in record time, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. ‘Maybe I’m being paranoid. But at least I’m safe now.’ You think to yourself as you push the door open, closing it behind you.

Weary from the day’s stress, your body starts to give up on you but you push through, trying your best to just make it to your room. You’re sure you would just collapse on your bed the second you got there and forget about anything else.

You finally make it to your room, about to rummage your bag for the keys when you notice the door was unlocked. ‘Oh? Ami must have come back rather early, since I barely see her until 2am.’

(From here is edited)

But as you reach for the handle, a feeling of dread washes over you, the same one you felt when you were outside. ‘I really need to let this go. There’s no harm waiting for me. It’s just my room.’ You mutter to yourself. Your overthinking has cost you a lot, from your job to your academics and right now, you really need it to stop. Pushing whatever feeling was keeping you away, you walked into the darkened room.

The first thing that greeted you was the stench of some kind of smoke -weed, the kind that Ami liked to use whenever she was in the room. You always hated the smell and you recall telling her to leave the windows open whenever she wanted to smoke. Coughing, you quickly covered your nose and mouth with one hand and reached to turn on the light with another. “Ami, how many times have I told you to open the window whenever you smoke? You know I don’t like the smell-”

Your blood turns to ice the moment light floods the room, your mouth dry as you stare at the man perched on your reading chair, a leg crossed over the other, the weed blunt hanging between his tanned hands. His lips are stretched into a sick grin, showing all his teeth, purple eyes shining with an odd mirth as he glances at you up and down.

Izana Kurokawa.

‘Run’

You don’t need to be told twice, quickly discarding your bag and running towards the direction of the door, only to hit someone hard, standing tall in your way. You look up fearfully to see mismatched eyes, a scar running down his face and flinch backwards in reflex. It’s as if he gazes at you with pity, but quickly switches to a blank stare as he stands between you and the door.

You know him from hanging around Emma a lot in the Tenjiku frat house, Kakucho. He’s always around Izana and only loyal to him for some reason that you don’t know. He doesn’t listen to anyone else, not even Mikey. You realise that he might have been the one that was following you when you were walking home.

Begging him to let you pass would be futile.

“Don’t worry, I’m just here to have a little chat with you. I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone is calm, but it doesn’t bring you any comfort. If Mikey could hurt you without any remorse, then there’s nothing stopping Izana from doing worse to you. “And as much as your backside is as interesting as your face, I prefer talking to someone who is looking at me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” The words fly out from your mouth before you even think of a more appropriate response but it doesn’t seem to give him any form of reaction other than a dry laugh.

He scoffed. “I don’t care. Turn around.”

Reluctantly you slowly turn to face him again, your body trembling as your fear filled eyes lock with his. Your heart drops to your stomach when you hear heavy footsteps walk out of the door, shutting it behind you, locks turning and trapping you with Izana.

‘Oh God oh God oh God.’

Your fear doesn’t go unnoticed by the white haired man, and he only chuckles at how stiff you were. Between the two brothers, you know Izana thrives in fear, using it to his advantage and it’s not unfounded. Notwithstanding his backing from Black dragons, Izana had taken Tenjiku from a down and out frat house, to a den of crime that holds power, trickling right into the administration of the university. Even his men know better than to ever get themselves in his bad books, because no one can ever escape him, no matter how much you try to run.

It was only a matter of time until he would make you pay for causing him problems, but you didn’t think he’d come by himself. You felt stupid for thinking he wouldn’t care about you or he’d forget how angry he was at you and leave you alone, especially with Emma still not on speaking terms with them.

He motions with his bunt for you to come closer to him and you comply, taking careful steps until you’re standing right in front of him. He eyes you again with a tepid frown. “When you meet a king, you don’t stand before him, you kneel.”

Kneel. You want to assume he’s not serious but you know better than to question him and go down on your knees, focusing your gaze firmly on your lap. It’s humiliating the way he has you at his mercy, without even moving an inch but it’s better to be compliant than to aggravate him even further by being disobedient.

You’ve learned the hard way what could happen if you resist.

From the corner of your eyes, you watch as Izana puts out his weed blunt on your reading table leaving a sorching mark on the table, before reaching behind his waistband. Your mouth grows dry the second you see the gun, your heart pounding against your chest as he presses the barrel to your head.

‘Oh god.’ You gasp as he presses it further against your head, until you’re sure it would leave an indent. ‘He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me…’

“That’s odd,” He murmurs. “Usually, other people would be begging for their lives when met with a gun to their head, but you’re quiet. If not for the way your hands are trembling, I’d think you weren’t scared.”

This time, with a gun pointed at your head, you’re careful with your words. “Y-you said you won’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes with fear but you continue. You know men like Izana, he reminds you of your older brother who ruled the house apart from your father, with fear and control. Sometimes, when you were able to stroke his ego, he’d go easy on you. Maybe that would work on Izana too. “That you want to talk.”

“And what if I changed my mind? Pulled the trigger? That’ll make my life easier, yeah? I won’t have to fight for my sister’s love and affection with you.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear the safety go off and watch as his finger curls around the trigger. ‘Oh God, he’s going to kill me. He’ll shoot me dead. I-i have to say something- I don’t want to die-’

“I-i trust you not to do it.” You reply, your lips trembling as you struggle not to think of your head scattered into pieces on the floor if he chooses to kill you. “You’re a man of your words.”

There’s another complete silence that engulfs the entire room, until you hear a click that makes you flinch for a split second, waiting for the bullet that would end it all. Instead, it’s him putting the safety back on, and chuckling at your reaction.

“You trust me? How foolish.” He laughs, tracing the gun from your head down to underneath your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You’ve only read about people with empty eyes in stories, but seeing it in person was so terrifying. “Is that why you ended up with Mikey in his car?”

All the blood rushes from your head to the tip of your toes. “H-how do you kn-”

“I have eyes and ears in this school, (name).” You’re sure it’s the first time you’ve heard him call you by your name and despite being in a life or death situation, you couldn’t control the shiver that ran through your spine. “You wanted him to touch you, right?”

“T-that is not what happened!” You suddenly cried out, trying to explain your own side of the story. Of all the people who know your dirty and shameful secret, Izana is the worst pick, just your luck. “It was a mistake! I tried to tell him I didn’t want it but I couldn’t-”

“Ah ah -” Izana cuts you off, tilting your chin higher with the gun. “Don’t lie to me. You must have planned the entire thing to make Mikey look bad”

“No! I wasn’t trying to do anything, I just wanted to talk-”

“Really? Cause Mikey told me an entirely different story-”

“No, no I- didn’t… -”

“You were dangling yourself like a piece of meat for him to fuck and he’s a man, you know. He has urges and it's hard to resist temptation.”

“That’s not true-” your lips start to tremble at his words, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to be assaulted, you just wanted to talk to him about the Emma issue and you wanted to apologise. “That’s not true-”

“Oh but it is.” He said firmly, now leaning in closer to your face until there’s barely any inches between the two of you. “And now Mikey feels like a piece of shit because he couldn’t stop himself.”

“No-” your voice is small, trying to defend yourself but even you are beginning to doubt your own credibility with how he keeps twisting the narrative around until you begin to actually believe him.

‘No! Don’t let him make you think you’re in the wrong! You know what happened!’

“He even told you to leave but you refused to. You were baiting him to just do something to you so that you can tell everyone how bad Mikey is and make yourself get more sympathy points. Am I wrong?”

“No! I would never do that to Mikey!” You don’t realise your tempo had suddenly gotten high or that tears had started to drip down your face, but Izana did. He doesn’t point it out, staying quiet as you start to shout at him. “I would never bait him into hurting me! I just wanted to make up with him because I felt that I overreacted at the party I swear! And then he touched me in the car -”

“And you never reported him to the school authorities? Why? Did you want to blackmail him for money-”

“Because I love him!”

The words flew out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself from saying them.

Your heart drops as a mischievious glint appears in Izana’s eyes. His smile drops slightly, still maintaining the gun on your chin. “You love him?” He says slowly, testing out the words on his lips. “Love? Mikey?” He looks so deep in thought, like the concept sounds so foreign to him that he almost can’t believe it. His gaze falls back to you again, a quiet scoff emanating from his lips. “You really have no shame, do you?”

Unable to maintain eye contact with him, you break away from his gaze, biting down on your lips to prevent yourself from falling apart. When you don’t respond, Izana takes your silence as an opportunity to keep talking. “If you love him so much, then what’s wrong with what you both did in the car that day? It was what you wanted, wasn't it?”

“Not like that…”

“But you claim to love him.” Izana is calm and cool, while you’re stuttering on your words, making you look like you’re the one who is wrong. Like what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense to begin with and he’s the one saying something of reason. “And yet, you didn’t even notice he wasn’t himself that day. Or did you take advantage of his fragile state of mind?”

“I would NEVER-”

“You would, because you get to be the so-called victim and he gets to be the villain in your own story. Do you really know the implication of your actions?”

“That’s not right.” You don’t even realize how quiet you’ve gotten, your voice full of uncertainity. “I didn’t … it’s not…”

“Shut up.” He cuts you off again with a firm tone, tapping the gun on your chin gently to enunciate his point. “The reason why I haven’t put a bullet through your head as much as I want to is because I love Emma. I love Emma so much I’d kill for her and I’d resist the urge to kill for her. That’s how Sano’s love. That’s true love. That's something you'll never ever experience.”

You stay silent, trying to understand what exactly Izana was calling love. He leaned closer, making you feel even smaller. “If Emma finds out, she’ll think Mikey intentionally hurt you and she will hate him. But I guess that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Never. I don’t want her to hate him” your inner voice telling you it’s not your fault, is nothing more than a whisper, the feeling of guilt and shame overtaking you until you’re almost suffocating. “I just want them to be happy…”

“Then you know exactly what you’re meant to do, right?”

Of course you know what to do. Ever since you were child, it’s been drilled into your head. Whenever your brothers hit you a bit too hard or your father went overboard with his belt and you ended up in the hospital, your mother would take you aside to issue a warning that still rings in your head. That had terrible consequences if you refused to follow through with it.

You nod weakly. It really doesn’t matter what is right and wrong when it comes to the Sano’s, but what they want. Izana taps the gun on your chin again, shaking his head. “I need a verbal answer.”

“I won’t tell anybody what happened. Especially not Emma.”

Satisfied, he withdrew his gun from your chin and your face falls onto his lap, unable to support your head any longer. You feel a hand reaching down to pet your head, like you were a dog who had just been tamed by her new owner. The strength to push him off or stand up had left you, feeling drained as the weight of guilt settle down on your shoulders, heavily. You know you shouldn’t believe anything Izana says, but then again he does have a point. Maybe you should have been more receptive of Mikey’s touch or at least be polite about declining him instead of shoving him off and hurting his pride.

You feel so utterly powerless. Despite being wronged, you know there’s nothing you can really do to save yourself. You don’t think you can bear the traumatic experience of being an outlier again.

Mikey. You don’t want to hurt him. You don’t want anyone thinking he’s a bad person over a singular action.

'Maybe it’s not as bad as I think, I did enjoy it mid-way, so it should count as something. Right?'

You feel sick just trying to think about it.

“You know, if you’re this obedient, we can get along just fine.” He hums, breaking the silence as he pets your head gently. You hate yourself right now. How easy it is to do whatever it is that you’re told because disobedience is not an option. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you break your promise.”

“No” your voice is quiet. You feel tired, sick maybe, you don’t know. Maybe it’s the weed he smoked earlier affecting your judgement and reasoning. Or it’s the lack of sleep that has made it difficult for you to think straight or stand up. Either way, you don’t care. “I don’t.”

“Good girl.”

You know he’s mocking you, but you accept it, like you do with every circumstance thrown at you.

Bonus:

  IZANA looks down at your sleeping figure with a curious gaze.

For a moment, he almost pities you. Despite the faint glow of the room lighting, he can see the dark circles underneath your eyes and how stressed you look. For someone who is actively working to pay her fees while sustaining herself with no one caring for her, it must be hard being abandoned by society.

He can see why Emma picked you to be her friend, she always had a trait of picking up stray animals who had no one because she wanted something to protect. It’s no different with you, the way she’s so fiercely loyal to you and why she wanted you to be accepted by their family. No wonder she was hurt when you were vehemently rejected by them.

If he had a conscience, he’d feel bad for you. You love Mikey, of all people, someone who only saw you as a nuisance and to push the blame of his actions onto. All those times Mikey was cruel to you must have hurt the most because you truly cared about what he thinks about you.

He’s careful when he lifts your head from his lap, not wanting to wake you up. He puts your head on the chair and turns to leave, already overstaying his welcome. He’s done the thing he was supposed to, ensuring you stayed quiet about Mikey’s actions and there’s no need for him to be here any longer.

As he walked to the door, his mind goes back to you. In a way, you and him were similar. All alone, unwanted, with nobody in the world to care about you, cold, uncaring parents who didn’t think twice in terms of abandoning you both. The only difference between you and him is that he grew a backbone and you haven’t. You’re like a kicked dog who continues to stay on the ground to get kicked, in hopes the person kicking you stops eventually.

As long as you stay on the ground, people like him will keep kicking you.

He knocks loudly on the door and the locks turn. Kakucho opens it for him, peering inside with a worried gaze, his eyes settling on your body slumped over a chair.

“Did you hit -”

“I didn’t touch her.” Izana snaps at the taller male, stepping out of the room properly. “She’s fine, physically at least. Emotionally she’s a mess. But that’s Mikey’s problem to fix.”

“Huh?”

It wouldn’t hurt to tell Kakucho your little secret.  “Apparently (name)’s in love with my dear brother Mikey so she’s keeping quiet what he did to her.” a cruel smile stretches across his face. “How pathetic.”

Kakucho frowns at Izana’s statement, but as usual he doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, his eye darts back to your form again, taking a good look at you, his eyes softening. Ever the gentleman.

“She shouldn’t really stay like that Izana, she’ll get a stiff neck-”

“Kakucho.”

That was enough to end the conversation.

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Pairings: Izana Kurokawa x Fem reader x Manjiro Sano

cw: unrequited love, fluffangst that’ll turn into semi happy ending, slowburn, slightly pet names (kitty, good girl), izana being his own warning, manjiro only appears in the beginning and mid part (since its valentines, aint that heavy. do lmk if i missed sum thing, i don’t like tagging these things tbh)

author’s note: happy early valentines to whoever had come cross this fic, have a great day with your loved ones/friends !! i sorta miscalculated the day.

wc: 6k+

"Get lost, you're no longer of any use." A man dressed in black stood in front of a wide silver motorbike, he spat out a few words to you lightly. His eyes are on you, and it seems to look at a point in the void through you, deep and empty like a bottomless lake.

This moment, you think he’s really far away, after knowing him for so many days it seems like you’ve only seen his true side at this moment.

The night wind blew his barred earrings up, the bells are ringing softly in the wind. And you felt the sound as if it were a heavy punch, one blow to your heart.

How long does it take to fall from heaven to hell?

The answer is one second.

The man who gently carried you with beautiful words the last second, the next second he looked at you as if he was looking at garbage, told you to get lost.

"Okay, kitty. We have to say bye-bye," Izana smiles at you with a clear, bright smile. It's like the wind on a lake on an autumn night, "I'm not interested in you at all. However, I do like the fractured look on your face right now."

Half a month ago, you're outside the school by the street, you met Izana Kurokawa for the first time. At that time, the teenager was wearing a long grey trench coat. Peddling a super cool motorbike, parked under the tall trees outside the campus.

You wouldn't have noticed him. At most, it's just a few more glances. But the teenager's eyes fell on Mikey beside you, greeting him like an old, familiar friend of many years.

At that time, you were taking out the drinks you bought from your bag and handed them to Mikey, as well ‘got a good look’ from Izana. The other person looked at you carefully from head to toe with the kind of eyes that made your scalp tingle, then looks over at Mikey.

"Mikey, is this one of yours?"

Mikey took the water you handed him, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a mouthful of water. Then he looked at the teenager in front of him with little interest. "(name) is my friend."

Izana's interested gaze swept back and forth between you and Mikey, It seemed to be brooding darkly as if it had found something interesting. After seeing Mikey help you pat the dirt accidentally stained your skirt, a light flashed under his eyes, it seems that some decision has been made.

On the way back, you ask Mikey about the man who just appeared out of nowhere while eating a lollipop as if you weren't thinking. Mikey shoves the last bit of Taiyaki into his mouth and then suddenly turned around, he’s telling you this with the utmost seriousness. "That guy’s crazy. Ignore him."

"Oh." You're not sure why he'd say that, maybe that guy's dangerous. Being called crazy by Mikey, who is the head of the delinquents, seems to be a real problem.

After that, you quickly left Izana Kurokawa behind. There are so many attention grabbing things in middle school that you quickly forget about such a thing until he reappears in front of you.

"Hey, is your name (name)?" The teenager straddling the motorbike suddenly calls out to you, who is walking not far from the side of the road after school. "Can you do me a favour?"

You're carrying a small bag, thinking about what Mikey said. You wanted to ignore him, but it can't be helped that he calls out to you again and again. In order to avoid the astonished eyes of passers-by betting on you and him, you had to stop walking, turned around and walked a few steps away from him. Somewhat warily, you looked at him.

"What?"

Seeing your defensiveness against him, the teenager withdraws his hand from the motorbike's handlebars, the corners of his mouth quirking up as he looks over at you with a smirk on his face. "Phone, can I borrow it? Mine’s dead."

You look at him suspiciously, thinking about the situation after he takes your phone and runs away. But he didn't look like he would steal a girl's phone.

Seeing you lost in thought, the smile on the corners of the teenager's lips deepened, and there's a warmth in his eyes. "My motorbike broke down, it's just a matter of getting help with the tow truck." he seemed to think of something, he added again.

"Just take it and dial for me. I won't touch."

He's said it all, and it would be unreasonable of you to say no.

"It’s only for a moment, as soon as possible." Carefully approaching him, you took out your phone, typed in the number as he said, then dialled it and passed it to his ear.

Izana ambles down slightly, in order to accommodate your posture. He's still straddling the motorbike, only the right side of his body is bent down, close to your phone with cute pendants, it looks a little funny.

You resisted the urge to snigger as the teenager's wheat-coloured skin pressed against your phone, speaking quickly about things into the connected side of the phone. This way he was so close to you that the air currents from his breath brushed against your fingertips as he spoke and seemed to vibrate slightly.

You can't stop your cheeks from heating up a little, you’ve never been this close to a boy before. Especially if it's a boy you don't know very well …Mikey excluded, you know each other so well, having grown up together as neighbours, it's like you've forgotten that you're opposite sexes to each other.

After he explained the matter in a few words, his face appeared in front of your eyes under the cover of your phone. The violet eyes shone with a dazzling light at dusk, pulsing towards you. This close, you can clearly see the reflection under his eyes and the curve of his eyelashes.

Your hand is a little overwhelmed as you take the phone back, and you subconsciously step back slightly. "..All right."

Izana smiles at you. "You've done me a favour, I'll buy you an ice cream."

The teenager smiled a graceful and moving smile, as if an unknown magic was spreading around him. You grabbed your small bag as if to hide something, you said while moving away from him. "I’ve got things to do. No need, goodbye."

Walking quickly away from the teenager's figure, you use all the strength you wouldn't have used during the school to get out of the teenager's sight as quickly as possible. You didn't let out a long breath until you lost sight of him around the corner.

Only when you calm down do you feel like a fool. Why are you so afraid to run away?

"Scared her off, am I that scary?" Izana asked with a somewhat puzzled frown at the rushing Kakucho.

The man with a long, ghastly scar on his forehead looked at him and blinked before finally spitting out a sentence. "It's very spirited sometimes."

What kind of answer is that? It's a complete non-answer.

But it looks like it's going to take a little more work to snatch her from Mikey.

The next day after school, you saw Izana again. He rode his bike into your campus, just parked downstairs with such a big fanfare. Looking at the students coming and going, he seemed to be looking for something.

You sneak up to hid behind the taller students in front of you, thinking to yourself that he must be here for someone else, not you. Just when you're trying to sneak past your classmate's tall back by dodging his line of sight, a slap on your shoulder made you tremble with fear.

"(name), why are you walking curled up? Are you too tired for class?" you look at your best friend's face and feel the urge to throw her out.

Of course. Izana, who was not far away, noticed the commotion. Then his eyes lit up as if he'd finally found his target, the long legs stepped down from the bike and walked straight in your direction.

Your eyes are darting left and right, you try to get away from him quickly, but Izana moves fast, and within a few steps he's standing in front of you, blocking your way.

"Hello, we meet again." Izana greets you.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." you pull the corners of your mouth stiffly, saying things that sound stupid. Your best friend beside you stares at the teenager in front of you like she's found something amazing, then sneak up on you and whisper in your ear.

"(name), this boy is so handsome, is he your boyfriend? I really didn't expect you to .."

You're too busy covering your best friend's mouth and giggling at Izana. "I won’t bother you. I still have something to do with my friend, bye." with that said you tried to pull your best friend away, but Izana blocked your way forward as if he had expected it, he wasn't close enough, he just happened to be too close for you to make a smooth escape.

"I haven't thanked you for last time, I'll treat you a nice meal."

"No need, it's a small thing."

"There's a new poster in the comic book shop around the corner, want to see it?" Izana’s bright gaze looks at you as if he's certain you'll be interested.

"I wanna go too." Before you can say anything, the deadbeat beside you comes to attention.

"Sorry, my bike can only carry one person," Izana smiled and winked at your best friend, "I'll treat you next time."

As if picking up some signal, your friend laughed and agreed, then she patted you on the shoulder twice. Whispering in your ear, ‘Go for it’, then with a look of relief like a mother bird seeing her chick finally learn to forage, she walked away.

This girl, definitely misunderstood.

"Let's go. The bike's fixed, just in time to give you a lift." Izana smiles at you, his hand on the handlebars, the way he steps onto the bike with one long leg and stops beside you, waiting for you to sit on it.

In this case, you can no longer try to refuse, and the picture of a boy breaking into the campus and riding a super cool motorbike, waiting to be picked up in the crowd after class is undoubtedly super attractive to the attention of students. In order to avoid everyone missing out on going home for dinner because of the onlookers, you bite your lip and with a thousand apprehensions in your heart, you get into the back seat of Izana's motorbike.

The motorbike is styled with a slightly shorter front and a raised rear seat, so you pedalled and struggled a few times before you finally managed to climb up, and then accidentally flopped onto Izana's back in front of you.

Anxious to sit up straight from the man, you blush as if you hear his suppressed laughter. Is it that funny? It's just that the back seat of the motorbike is too high.

"Sit down, it's about to start." Izana slammed his foot on the pedal, the rumbling sound of start-up filled the eardrums, and then whooshed out. Like the wind, it glid deftly over the flow of people after school that had not yet dissipated, meandering and swimming through the sea like an elongated fish.

Your body leans back from inertia, and you squeal in terror as you grabbed the hem of Izana’s coat, pressing yourself closer to him. But, as if on purpose, Izana’s speed soared up quickly out of the school gates, and holding on to the hem of his coat was not enough to resist the force of the motorbike's rapid forward motion, so you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his waist.

Because of the high backseat, your legs are jammed right on either side of his waist, and your chin is forward, which can be easily to rest on his shoulders. However, because you are sitting in a boy’s motorbike that you are not familiar with, you didn't dare actually lean in, so you had to restrain yourself from hugging his waist and then try to keep yourself in a comfortable sitting position.

The bike arced from side to side through the evening crowds, Izana’s silver hair is blown up by the night wind, and his long earrings are occasionally blown into your face by the wind, it’s cool and fun.

You didn't say much along the way, but you felt excited, probably because it's really super cool to ride in a motorbike, much cooler and more exhilarating than riding in a four-wheeler, that feeling of being more directly in touch with the wind and the speed that comes from the machine.

The bike ends up parked outside a comic book shop, which is your favourite store. In addition to new comics, there are also a lot of old-timey comics that fill the not-so-luxuriously decorated shop. The side of the shop also sells some nifty peripherals, posters and stickers, and you'll often buy some of your favourites to take back with you.

When the bike stopped, Izana stepped down from the motorbike first. You looked at the ground where your toes couldn’t reach directly, when you were about to grab the seat of the bike and put your foot on the pedal, Izana leans towards you.

"Don’t move." Two simple words, and you dutifully did as you were told because you didn't know what he was trying to do. The man's body moved closer, and for a moment your body tensed and your mind went blank, frozen at a loss for words.

Warm palms encircled your waist and hugged you with a slight push, then let go before you could react. Your body was carried off the bike by him and placed firmly on the ground. The whole process was very short, it was over before your brain realized anything in a few seconds. By the time you came back to your senses, Izana had already stood outside the shop door and turned to look at you.

"What are you doing frozen there, stupid?"

As if waking up from a dream, you answered and walked towards the shop, blaming him for suddenly leaning over and hugging you, messing up your brain as if the warmth of his palm was still lingering around your waist, lingering.

You sit together in a comic book shop looking at the new comics, owned by an older man who doesn't mind students reading in the shop, as long as they don't break or dirty the books.

If you can't finish it and want to take it back to read, the shop also offers a rental service, so it's cool to put down a deposit and then pay a small amount to read a book full of books.

Sitting at the small round table, Izana leaned against the window, his long legs resting on one of the chair legs, originally indecent poses were pleasing to the eye when done by him, as if everything he did was flavourful and fascinating.

You sneak a peek at him through the cover of a comic book: Good looking indeed, with big bright eyes, sometimes looking at people with affection, super seductive. The earrings are special, never seen the style before, you don't know where he got them from. You've been to all the nearby shops that sell earrings and studs, and although you haven't had your ear pierced yet, you've been coveting beautiful earrings for a long time, and you just haven't had them pierced yet because you're afraid of the pain.

Oh yeah, and his hair is silver-white. Ever since you were a kid, you've been super into white hair and always thought it was cool and glamorous, probably because normally everyone’s hair is black and boring.

The teenager's eyes swept towards you from the edge of the comic book in your hand, and you were busy withdrawing your gaze, pretending to be reading the comic in front of you carefully, frowning in a thoughtful manner.

Izana walks up to you and ambles over to the small round table, looking at you in silence.

"What's wrong?" You ask him, blinking.

"Book, down." Izana reaches out and picks up the comic book in front of you with two fingers, then turns it around to display the cover in front of you.

The handsome man's upside down pose came into view, still handsome but, upside down.

"Actually," You look at the man whose eyes are looking at you with teasing eyes, the corners of your lips curving up in a warm smile, "I can read backwards, it's fun to make a game out of it sometimes."

"Oh, so," Izana nods his head slightly as if he’s discovered something new and exciting, and then shows you the page you're looking at, "This page only has pictures, no words."

Alas, you look at the superb close-up across the page in front of you with a bit of a smile on your face.

Luckily, instead of continuing to embarrass you, he puts the comic book on the table and mysteriously leans over at you, "Want some ice cream?"

Your eyes blink for a second and you replied honestly, "I want some."

"What flavour do you like?"

"Vanilla." A hazy recollection of the last time he said he wanted to buy you ice cream came to mind.

"Not considering strawberry flavour?" Izana's bright eyes look at you, straightening to imply.

You take the hint with good grace, "Strawberry flavour is good too."

Then Izana pulls out two ice creams from behind him like a trick, handing you the pink one of them, the brown one he leaves in his hand.

Taking the cooled ice cream, you whisper close to him, "The owner doesn't let people eat in the shop."

"So it's going to be sneaky." Izana winks at you and picks up the detective comic he's reading, blocking the coffee-flavoured ice cream inside the comic book.

As the night wiped out, he drove you back, and this time he didn't start the motorcycle immediately after you sat down, but straightened his back without looking back, "Lean over a bit, it'll be more comfortable."

As he said, you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin tentatively on his shoulder. The intimacy stops the deer in the headlights in your heart, and you feel like your whole body is about to fly off the handle.

And you did fly out.

In the cool evening breeze, with Izana.

After that, he came to school to find you more frequently. You seemed to fall into a slightly drunken mist and couldn't stop approaching him, as if he was poisonous.

Then, once again, he was bumped into by Mikey when he came to your school again.

"Izana, come out and we need to talk." Mikey looks at Izana, who is standing beside you, and glares at him with somewhat somber eyes.

Izana smiled frivolously at you, and then walked out with Mikey.

You don't know exactly what they said that day, except that Mikey told you to stay away from Izana. But, you can no longer listen to Mikey’s words because your eyes were already all over Izana.

At night when you were watching a film with him, as the lights in the screening room dimmed, Izana suddenly bullied his way closer to you, his warm touch covering your lips, and didn't stay long before he left.

Looking at the lit up screen, you finally realize with the benefit of hindsight that those appeared to be Izana’s lips just now.

We kissed?

Wait a minute, first kisses are something you fantasise about. In front of the flowers and the moon, under the incomparably beautiful scenery, the two watched each other slowly approaching until their own shadows were reflected in each other's eyes.

How did this just go by unspecified? It doesn't fit your fantasy.

As the hero and heroine kiss together in the film, the sensational music plays and Izana leans in again, strong arms encircling you in his arms before his deft, wet tongue burrows into the shocked you.

It was dark in front of you, and your mind was dizzy. You seemed to know what had happened and didn’t know, you only vaguely realized that what you had seen countless times in those comic books and acted in the movie in front of you should be the same thing that was happening between you and Izana. This is roughly like it.

When the film ended to take you back, you shook your head and told him, "I don't want ice cream today."

Izana smiles at you, his neat teeth flashing in your vision, "I don't feel like eating today either."

When you went to bed at night, you could never sleep well, and when you finally drifted off to sleep, you had very strange dreams. When you got up in the morning and saw the chandelier overhead, you were surprised to be reminded again of Izana kissing you in the dimly lit cinema last night.

He came to you again, in the crowd after school. You walked towards him shyly, as usual.

Izana was driving you through the evening crowds when he suddenly pulled over and turned to you, his bright gaze crashing right into your eyes.

"Like me?"

A tremor runs through your heart, then it beats rapidly. You hung your head low and didn't dare look at him, only gripping his sleeve.

Long fingers lifted your chin, and Izana’s smiling eyes looked into yours. "Good girl. Tell me, like me?"

It seems he won't leave you alone until you answer properly, and you nod at his burning gaze, replying in a voice as tiny as a mosquito's, "..like you."

"I didn't expect it to be reached so soon." Izana looks at you with a smile, a light in his eyes that you can't read, he glances at you, satisfaction filling his brow, "I’ll take you somewhere."

You clutched his waist in a haze, some crashing unease underneath your heart that scared you a little for no reason. The motorcycle weaved through the dimly lit alleyways for a long time, finally stopping at a park.

Izana steps out of the motorcycle and takes your hand to lead you forward. You don't know where he's taking you until you see a dark group of people, and in the middle of those people, you see Mikey's silhouette.

"(name), say again what you just said to me." Izana looks at you, warm fingertips running across your cheek.

Mikey frowns at Izana and then at you.

"Good girl, say it. Like me?" Izana seems to be like the devil who follows the path and teaches you to say what he wants.

Under the gaze of Mikey and the others' eyes, you nodded, but were never able to say it definitively with everyone watching.

Mikey looks at Izana with a complicated gaze, and you wonder why. He looks over at you, not a single light in his onyx eyes, and his voice is deep and gripping to hear.

"Is it true, (name)?"

You didn't answer, but it was tantamount to acquiescence.

Mikey walks towards you, and as he passes Izana, he seems to whisper something that you didn’t hear clearly.

Izana turned to look at Mikey, who had taken a step, "Mikey, I stole the person you liked from you, at least show that you care a little more."

What is he talking about? Why can't you understand the situation. Does Manjiro like you? No.. it can't be, although your relationship is good, but it's just a young taming dye that you grew up together, other than that there is no other affection.

Speaking of which, you've rarely hung out with Mikey since Izana showed up, he seems to have a lot more going on after school, and when he comes to see you during holidays you always decline with the excuse that you have something else going on.

Mikey didn't look back, leaving only a faint sentence that drifted away into the wind.

"Treat her well."

Toman’s people are far away, and you and Izana are the only ones left in the large park. You're gradually easing out of the situation you just found yourself in, still somewhat unable to believe it.

"It doesn't show much, but that guy should be pretty upset." Izana looks at Mikey's figure as he walks away, a gleam of excited madness in his eyes that scares you a little.

"Izana.." you whisper to him, hoping he will calm down and return to his usual self.

Izana’s gaze returns to you, and he looks at you lightly, a gaze that sends chills down your spine, as if he's just looking at the one thing he doesn't care about at all.

Suddenly, he laughed and looked at you slightly. "Game over, stupid kitty. We have to say bye-bye."

"What are you talking about.." Your cheek muscles twitch a little, and you feel chills throughout your body as your heart plummets straight down.

"Still can’t see it?" Izana looks at you as if he thinks you're a pain in the arse, "Because Mikey likes you, that’s why I approached you to steal you from him. Now the goal has been achieved, so.."

He spreads his hands and makes a motion at you, the look on his face quickly turning cold, "It means you're of no use, get lost."

"I'm not interested in you at all ..but I do like the fractured look on your face right now."

An object is thrown at your feet, a small box, which you give to him, "You'd better keep this for yourself, I won't wear such ugly earrings."

Looking at the delicate little box, the lid scratched open to reveal the simple but cool shaped earrings inside.

How could that be, that was something you bought the materials and drew the pattern with your own hands and made with your own hands, and it took you several nights to finally get it right, and it was just thrown on the ground and thrown into the dirt so easily like that.

Looking at those earrings, you feel like that's who you are, casually thrown down, lightly buried in the dirt, unappreciated and unloved.

When he left you don't remember, only that you stood there for a long time as if you had stopped the swinging clock altogether, staring at the earrings in the dirt. Until the watery feeling slid down your face, until you were too tired to stand.

You didn't pick up that earring in the end. Since no one wants it, why not just throw it there and bury it in the dirt?

Life goes on, and even if the sky collapses at the bottom of your heart, the world remains the same, and doesn't stop working just because of someone's sadness or happiness.

Your best friend was curious about why the handsome guy who had been waiting for you had suddenly disappeared, and after asking you twice and noticing your low mood, she stopped asking and came over to comfort you instead.

Men are all passing by, only close friends are eternal.

You agree with her with a hard smile, then took her notes over to copy them.

After that you never saw Izana Kurokawa again, Mikey did come and ask you what happened, you just shook your head and didn't answer him. The day went on as usual, it wouldn't carry on without anyone. Going to class, taking exams, hanging out with your best friend in your spare time, and occasionally going to see the Manjiro's gang assembly, the days seemed to go by comfortably, except, it seemed like there was no way to smile like before.

Three years later, you successfully graduated, and through some hard interviews, you ended up in a pretty good company, and started a life as a miserable social animal. The love in school days seems to be a thing of the last century, and much has changed for yourself and those around you.

Three months after joining the company, we had a year-end reception. The company seems to be doing very well this year and the reception was huge. You flow between the many delicious foods with a small plate, pinching what you want to eat onto your plate.

Take a little at a time, and take more if you like to eat, so as to prevent waste.

Just as you're filling up a plate and getting ready to pick a clean corner to feed yourself, the large reception suddenly goes quiet.

The minister's excited voice rang through the room as he was shouting about the company's key partners for next year. Then, as you bring a morsel to your mouth, you see the man's silhouette again.

His hair is no longer the short, sleek hair it was then, but a little curly, just still wearing the same hanafuda earrings he had back then. There is no childishness when he raises his hands and feet, but is full of the smell of a mature man.

Your eyes were a little sore, and the delicious food in your mouth seemed to suddenly not taste, but you still kept stuffing them into your mouth as if you're starving to death.

"Wow, that guy is so handsome." The female colleague beside you looked at the man not far away with both eyes, her hand blocking her lips as if she was afraid that her voice would reach the man's ears.

The conversation between the minister and the man continues. You slowly eat your entire plate of food all the way through, feeling a little sick to your stomach. Standing up and sneaking away from the bustling crowd, you slowly make your way towards the bathroom.

At that moment, you felt as if you were completely naked, as if everyone knew that you were jokingly played and discarded by men.

Sitting on the white toilet, you slowly calmed down your thoughts. It sucks to think about something that should have been thrown in the coffin a long time ago.

Walking out of the cubicle, you scooped up a handful of water at the sink and washed your awful face. When you looked up into the mirror, you were so shocked by the image that you forgot to breathe.

Izana stood behind you, his gaze falling on yours in the mirror, his bright, deep eyes startling you. Busy averting your gaze, as if to hide something, you rinse your wrists with water.

"...... It’s really you." A low voice rings out behind you, the man's body behind you, and even though you're not in direct contact, you're already trying to subconsciously run away.

No, you can't be this useless. It's been so long that you can’t let him see the sick joke anymore.

"Is something the matter?" Turning off the tap, you step aside to the draw and pull out a piece of tissue to wipe your wet palms. Izana followed, and his body surrounded you. When you wanted to walk away from the other side, his arm suddenly reached out and pressed against the wall, blocking your way.

"How have you been these past few years?"

"Good." Swallowing your saliva, you answered lightly, and then asked back, "How about you?"

"Fine."

You greeted each other like old friends you hadn't seen in years, the air became incredibly quiet for a moment, you were so hoping that someone would suddenly come over and then you'd have an excuse to walk away, but there was no one.

"I've got work to do, please step aside." Having no choice but to open your mouth.

Izana’s body approached you from behind, his fever touching your neck, and your body shivered for a moment, and just as you couldn't hold back the urge to push him away, a low, suppressed voice came from behind you.

"I didn't realise how much I missed you until I saw you.."

Your body stiffened there, the corners of your eyes are a little sore. Izana’s breath sprayed on your back, his ethereal voice came from the quiet space, "Hate me?"

You didn't say anything, just felt your heart seized with pain and astringent, one by one, almost unable to breathe.

"That would be hatred."

Footsteps are heard in the distance, you calmed down from the trance as if you had just woken up from a dream, tossing the soaked paper into the bin at your feet and straightening up, exhaled slowly.

"It's all in the past. I don't care about those things anymore. I'm doing fine now."

When he doesn't take his arm away, you remind him, "Get out of the way, I have things to do, my husband is waiting for me at home .."

Izana still didn’t move his arm, he blocked you between his chest and the wall with his body, the scent of his breath melting into yours, "You don't have a husband, and you haven't dated anyone in the past few years."

"So, don't you understand? I don't want to talk to you." He'd better stay away from you and never ask you to see him again.

"Want some ice cream?" Instead of answering you, he asked abruptly.

Your body shook, and those past memories seemed like countless knives, suddenly stabbing into your body, "…… I rarely eat ice cream anymore, especially strawberry flavour."

"Really, I haven't eaten for a long time either."

Unable to stand the stifling air, you push his arm away from you with all your might, leaving the encirclement of his body and walking quickly towards the venue. You clenched your hand, left the bathroom quickly, and then greeting to a close colleagues before excusing yourself for an early withdrawal due to a family matter.

As you walked downstairs, you were about to take a cab home when a familiar rumble sounded beside your ears. You looked along the sound, and not far away a tall motorbike pulls up. With its familiar streamlined tall back seat, in a trance, you thought time had gone back.

Izana sits in the bike seat looking over at you, his burning gaze betting on you as if you were the only thing he could see in his eyes.

In that moment, you remembered a lot of things. You're sat together in a comic book shop, reading a book while eating ice cream under the cover of a comic; In the rushing night breeze, you hugged his waist, put your chin on his shoulder, and felt his body heat; Stolen first kiss in a dimly lit cinema; you're holding the phone, carefully approaching the side of his face. The fact that he looked at you coldly and said the game was over and you're no longer of any use.

Looking at the motorbike parked next to you, which was more cool and domineering than at that time, you hung your head low and suddenly seemed to say to yourself, "Since then, I've been thinking all the time, if you come over to me again, not to do anything, just to come to me and talk, that's fine ..But you never showed up again.."

Stepping away from the super eye-catching motorbike, the thought crossed his mind that he still preferred motorbikes, when it was clear that a four-wheeled vehicle was more suited to a successful man.

In the dark night, Izana’s voice came from behind, ghostly, as if it had come from another world.

"After that, I went to find you."

There's a pause in your footsteps as you move forward again. So what, it's all over now, it's too late for anything.

Groggy and half asleep at night, it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that you finally fell asleep for good, and then shortly after that you were woken up again by the alarm. When you walked downstairs, you walked to the tram station you were on, when out of the corner of your eye you suddenly caught a glimpse of something, and you looked over in surprise, frowning at the person who wasn't supposed to be here.

Izana sits on his motorbike and smiles at you. You look at him twice, and with a sharp eye, you notice that the earrings he's wearing have changed from the ones you made back then. Just when he thinks you're going to walk past, you turn your head in the direction of the station.

From that day on, he intervened in your life again, came to disturb you every morning and night, but he was ignored by you without exception.

Meanwhile, large bouquets of brightly coloured flowers start appearing on the company's desks, and you gave them to your colleagues.

After a week, you walked up to Izana. Who routinely waits for you, and you looked at him, "Who are you trying to steal from again, or have you thought of other fun ways to play?"

Izana looks at you, the thin light from the streetlamps spilling into his eyes like bright stars, "Trying to take your heart back."

You look at him twice, dashing past him. The hell with trusting him again, you don't fall into the same pit twice. Once is enough, twice is really stupid.

It has been proved that what happened before is bound to happen after that. What happened in the past will happen again. There is nothing new under the sun.

After three months of Izana’s unbelievable stupidity waiting in his motorbike at your house and downstairs of the company, you finally have the grace to get in his car and then you're coaxed and cajoled into eating your way out of it, it was too late to resist when you finally realized.

Why was it so easy to be fooled..

The day after it's over, you've been waiting for him to show his cards. You don't know what's being played this time, hoping it's interesting and not a childish gamble like last time.

After waiting all day for the expected ‘game over’, just when you were thinking about whether there was a second phase, Izana came to your house with a bouquet of flowers and kindly cooks for you.

After you've watched him bring out the food with a look as if you've been struck by lightning, Izana finally got your face. "Thinking about whether I’m gonna say that you're no longer of any use again?"

Your eyes widen, although you didn’t say anything, but the eyes said what you were thinking.

"This time I’m going to play with you for the rest of your life.." A low, sickly voice blows into your ears, Izana’s lips are on yours, with his breath, his flavour feeds long into your mouth, until you all merge together without intermittent.

The time after that is all about you.

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[cfyslvr]

General smut headcanons

→ author's note: honestly I have no idea where this came from, I started a baji × reader fic but uhh.. I got bored of it :) my apologies I promise I'll finish it asap. honestly writing this was a little tricky for me bc I've never looked at chifuyu this way but I also had a few ideas and wanted to put them out there + I'm lacking when it comes to activity and headcanons are much easier to write than a whole ass fic so- here it is ^^ lmk if y'all want any other characters and I'll do my best to write them asap !!

→ warnings: smut, 18+, timeskip chifuyu (you'll never see me sexualizing by little blond baby), fem!reader, I would say minors pls don't interact but I know that y'all will read it anyway so 🤷🏻‍♀️ i wrote this in like 15 minutes so it might not be the best

Y'ALL idk why but my stupid ass tumblr won't let me put three pictures like I usually do 😭 I've been trying for like 10 minutes now and it won't work so just deal with the one picture (I'm gonna kms)

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- depending on when you two started dating, there's like a 90% percent chance you were his first.

- i feel like he would respect your decision on whether you want to wait till marriage or not, he's okay with either.

- i saw some people making headcanons that he used to watch porn as a teenager, but tbh he doesn't really seem like that type of person to me so I'll say he didn't do that.

- although he most definitely did see some interesting stuff from takemichi's gang and their nasty ass comics 💀

- i can also say that he probably has visited porn sites, not bc he's a porn addict or anything but bc he was genuinely curious (like most of us are).

- i also saw some people saying he'd be into one night stands, but once again I'd have to disagree

- to me personally, he seems like someone who would want to build a relationship with someone before engaging in something so intimate as sex.

- I also feel like he would wait for at least a year or maybe even longer to do it, especially if it's both of yours first times.

- as I said before, he has visited porn sites and saw makoto & yamagishi's 18+ comics, so I wouldn't say he's ENTIRELY clueless, but definitely not experienced

- that's okay, you can just teach him what to do if it's not your first time

- or even better, you can learn together!

- he may not be experienced, but WHEN I TELL YOU he's 100% a fast learner

- he's great with oral, like when he first dove into u you almost couldn't believe it's his first time !!

- when it comes to his length, I feel like he'd be a little bit smaller than the others, but that doesn't mean he can't make you see stars if you ask him to ^^

- he's VERY gentle at first, almost too gentle (if that's possible)

- I feel like that'd be because he's nervous, it's (most likely) his first time and he doesn't want to hurt his precious girl 😔

- once he's fully inside of you, it might take him more time to adjust than you 💀 buuut once he starts moving it's heaven

- would be very slow at first, you'd have to straight up tell him if you want it rough

- he usually takes intimacy very seriously and despite being inexperienced somehow manages to find the PERFECT center of rough and gentle to make you feel amazing!!

- he's into petnames, both giving and receiving them

- I feel like his petnames would be very sweet, some stuff like "angel", "honey", "love" etc.

- I can imagine him being a bit uncomfortable with degrading you, would avoid calling you "slut" or anything similar unless you're REALLY into it

- even if he doesn't like calling you degrading nicknames, I feel like he wouldn't mind being called those petnames when you're on top

- speaking of top, he's a major switch

- can rock your world if you ask him to, but can also whine like a needy baby when you're on top

- absolutely ADORES when you ride him

- I feel like he would let out whimpers and soft moans when you take control, might be a bit embarrassed about it so you'll have to reassure him that you enjoy hearing those precious sounds

- he's not good with dirty talk when he doesn't it intentionally, but I feel like he somehow manages to get you all riled out by accident when he just says what's on his mind

- he's more of a thigh or boob type of guy, but wouldn't touch you without your permission

- once you give him the go, he'll suck the shii out of your tits (it might be a bit harder to pull him off them)

- he's favorite positions are any of the more intimate ones, but I feel like he'd usually go for the classic missionary one

- he may not be able to last a million rounds, maybe three or four at best, but those 3-4 rounds are enough to have you feeling completely used, but also extremely satisfied

- puts your satisfaction before his own

- I honestly have a hard time thinking of his kinks 💀 I imagine him more on the vanilla side but I feel like he'd enjoy having his hair pulled and doing the same to you if you're comfortable with it

- also likes marking and biting

- he prefers being the one receiving the little bite marks and hickeys, although he LOVES seeing your neck and thighs covered in small purple and red spots 🫶🏻

- he also loves it when you give him head, but couldn't force you to do it if you're not into it

- he's the KING of aftercare

- he'll wash you, dress you up, make the bed all warm and cozy, bring you water, he'll even cook for you if you ask him to

- refuses to go to sleep until he's 110% sure you're satisfied and he thinks he's done a good job at making you feel loved afterwards

- loves cuddling and falling asleep together after a session

- honestly I don't imagine him having a very high sex drive, he can live perfectly fine without doing it often, sometimes you'll even have to do specific things in order to turn him on

- will buy lingerie for you only if you're comfortable with it

- i think he isn't the type to jerk off way too much, but it definitely does happen here and there

- the first time he jerked off with you in his mind, he was probably looking through photos of you that he took of you while letting out the smallest whimpers of your name

- will be extremely ashamed after it and would act like he committed 500+ war crimes when he finally admits it to you

- feels extremely relieved when you say you don't mind it

- idk about you but I'd ask him to send whimpering audios when he's at it 🤷🏻‍♀️ (I can't help it his voice is so attractive)

- overall a great lover, intimacy with him is amazing !!

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→ edit: y'all are nasty 😧 I legit posted this like a week or two ago and it got more likes than posts I made months ago wth (jkjk as long as I get likes) (jk again)

[queenkurokawa]

BARKING AND LICKING ON THE SCREEN !!!!

BLACK DRAGON IZANA MY BELOVED 💕

[frozenmoonshine]

TR boys' unexpected/random red flags headcanon:

Just some crack and slander for the humor purposes. As always, don't take it too seriously, and have fun with it at least half as much as I did writing it!

Since I obviously need to spell this out for some of you, even though it's literally in the title of the post - these are the red flags you wouldn't normally expect from them! That's the whole point of them being unexpected. So don't go telling me how I missed the mark with some characters, or how their red flags are something else. Yeah, we all know the obvious ones, but why would I state the obvious?!

TW: F!reader; implied mysogyny; mentions of DV, cheating, and general toxic behavior.

🚩Mikey - proposes on the second date.

🚩Draken - never talks about himself whatsoever. Even when you directly ask him to open up about what's troubling him, he's still difficult and avoids conversation.

🚩Baji - mama's boy. At first, it looks sweet, how he cares about and respects his mother, but soon you realize that he is dependant on her, and cannot make any decisions bigger than what to eat on his own, without "consulting with his mom". Silver lining is that Ryouko is an amazing, lovely woman, but you don't exactly want to date both the mother and the son at the same time, do you?

🚩Chifuyu - overromanticizes everything, then gets mad at you if things don't turn out irl the same they were in his imagination.

🚩Mitsuya - really damn cheap. Like, ok, I know you grew up poor, but going out once a month won't bankrupt you! (You're not even asking him to pay for you or anything like that, but he just refuses to step even one milimeter out of his frugal ways!)

🚩Hakkai - aside from the obvious red flag (you get a package deal of Yuzuha and Mitsuya as well, if you are dating Hakkai), he can also be incredibly self-absorbed and condescending sometimes, thinking he's so much better than you, etc.

🚩Pah-chin & 🚩Peh-yan - putting them together cause they have the same red flag - if you date one of them, the other one will third wheel all of your dates, no exeptions. Might as well just go poly and date them both at this point!

🚩Smiley - refers to women as "females".

🚩Angry - doesn't let you do anything on your own/overprotective. Look, Souya, it's nice that you're being a gentleman, but do you really think I'm incapable of getting a glass of water for myself?! His behaviour can be incredibly stifling and suffocating.

🚩Mucho - won't ever let you pick a date spot cause he's convinced he knows the best. You always end up doing what he wants for dates, or you don't go on a date at all.

🚩Haruchiyo - yeah, sure, he's got more red flags than China, but the not so expected one is that he's incredibly fussy and naggy about the smallest of things. "That's not how you put the trash bag in the can!" "You folded the laundry wrong! Look how I do it!" "Wipe the counter with this, not that!" "Don't leave your hair everywhere! I don't wanna live with a cat!" And so on and so forth, it feels like you are living with your parent(s) all over again!

🚩Hanma - another one with enough red flags to call it a carnival, sure, but the one that catches you off guard is just how jealous and possessive he is. "Where are you going?" "Why is your dress so short?" "You can't go out with male company wearing your tits out!" "Why are you hiding your phone?" "Who's that?" and so on and so forth, you get the idea.

🚩Kazutora - yet another walking red flag in a row (at least his unhealed self), but even as an adult (healed) he still retains that aggression from his teens and gets into random street/bar fights semi-regularly. Him coming back home bloody and bruised is not a rare occurrence at all.

🚩Kisaki - cheats. No idea how he manages to, provided that he looks like... well, that, but he still does.

🚩Taiju - a religious freak prone to domestic violence... what more red flags can you even ask for? None, indeed. But what you don't expect on top of all that is his complete lack of manners and just how loud and embarrassing he can be in public.

🚩Inupi - rude to the waitstaff.

🚩Koko - never got over his ex, stuck on her forever, and cannot ever be fully present in his current relationship. Compares you to his ex all the time, every other person he dated after her was just an unsuccessful rebound.

🚩Izana - does he even have any green ones? Likely not. But what you wouldn't exactly expect from him right away, given all the other red flags that come into front upon the first contact - is that he's a bad mansplainer. "You probably don't know how the betta fish do this thing where..." - Izana, I'm literally a marine biologist.

🚩Kakuchou - breaks up with you over the smallest things. He missed your call cause he didn't hear his phone ring while in the traffic? - He's not good enough for you and you two should break up. He was late 5 minutes to your date because Izana needed his help with something? - He's lowkey ready to commit seppuku, and of course, dramatically breaks up with you. It's tiring, honestly.

🚩Ran - gaslighter and manipulator par exellence! Undiagnozed NPD, but the symptoms are everywhere.

🚩Rindou - loves the gym more than you. Obsessed with working out and body building, won't eat normal food, spends all time in front of the mirror flexing and "checking his gains". Will either try to "get you into fitness" (force you to act the same way he does) or constantly tell you that you "don't understand" just how important it is to him. Is your 10th workout this week really more important than our anniversary, tho, Rindou?

🚩Mocchi - manspreads all the time, and manspreads badly. He's also that type that won't move away from the sidewalk if a woman is coming the opposite way.

🚩Madarame - probably not unexpected, but he's the biggest, worst incel of all. Lives in the manosphere and inhales the alpha bro bullshit podcasts.

🚩South - judges and publicly makes fun of your music taste. It doesn't matter what you listen to, unless it's 101% exactly the same as his taste, he'll be a real bitch about it. Of course, don't even dream about getting a hold of the aux cord!

🚩Shinichiro - doesn't shower regularly. Idk Shin, maybe your lack of personal hygiene was the reason for all those rejections so far? Just some food for thought...

🚩Takeomi - yet another one that's redder than the red army, but what you don't expect is how much he infantilizes you, especially if you are younger than him! Even if it's just one year age difference between you, he'll act all patronizing and constantly emphasise his "rich life experience" and tell you how "you don't understand some things because you are (too) young".

🚩Wakasa - secretly insecure about his height and gets super jealous if he sees you talking to a tall guy. Doesn't even matter if it's your blood relative or a random stranger asking directions in the street - Waka isn't having any of that. He'll sulk and jab at you for the whole day, never saying what the actual problem is.

🚩Benkei - Cannot find/keep a proper job to save his life! Got into some kind of beef with every single potential employer, so he's doomed to working at the gym for the rest of his days.