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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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First Date

word count: 1157 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Sakusa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: implications of xenophobia

When you finally said Yes to a date with Sakusa you had an inkling it would get fancy, but not “five star rooftop restaurant” kind of fancy. The sushi place was hidden, out of sight of tourist attractions and other major travel spots, giving it an air of “if you know, you know”. Sakusa was a regular.

His considerate gesture of sending you a link to the restaurant’s dress code a week before the date, only sent you into a panic spiral. You never owned a dress even close as fancy as was required and even if you had the money to afford one, Japan didn’t exactly cater to a foreigner’s chubby body type. Only after nearly losing your mind did you find a place at the other side of Tokyo that rented dresses that you could barely fit into and with half a month’s rent now clinging uncomfortably to your squishy tummy, you met Sakusa outside your apartment on a Friday night.

“You look gorgeous.”, he said with a small smile, opening the passenger door to his car. With your tongue tucked between your lips for concentration you accepted his hand to help you inside. The dress didn’t exactly allow for much movement.

You chatted about your day at work as he drove and he invited you to his next game before you even reached your destination. He handed his car keys to a valet and offered his arm to lead you inside.

In the elevator you made sure to smooth out any wrinkles in your dress, real or imagined, and gasped when the doors slid open.

The atmosphere was intimate and calm. Over the quiet hum of voices you could just make out the sounds of traditional Japanese music and smartly dressed waiters brought mouthwatering, jaw-droppingly beautiful designed plates of sushi to the tables. Floor to ceiling windows allowed the patrons an unobstructed view of the city lights.

“Sakusa-sama.”, the lady at the reception greeted him with a professional smile, “Welcome. Please follow me.”

You saw her hesitate for a moment when she finally noticed you, but led you to a table in the corner of the restaurant. You held your breath when you sat down, the ride was already a challenge for regular breathing and you had no idea how you were supposed to fit any food inside you with the restrictions of the dress. But you didn’t care when Sakusa smiled at you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”, you beamed.

A waiter appeared at the table and said with deeply faked apologetic tones, “I’m very sorry, sir. But it seems we cannot serve you tonight.”

Sakusa raised an eyebrow, then glanced at you, then back to the waiter.

“This is not going to be an issue.”, he said coolly, then turned his attention back to you. But the waiter didn’t leave.

“Sir, we will have to ask you to come back another time.”

“Please explain it to me. We are right on time, we are appropriately dressed and I made reservations.”

“Sir-“

Sakusa glared at him. “Please tell the chef that if he has any issues tonight to come tell me himself.”

And with that the waiter poured some water into the empty glasses before you, bowed and left.

You looked after him thoughtfully and took a sip. It happened before that you were turned away from restaurants due to a “no foreigners” rule, but you didn’t think that such an issue could arise at a place like this.

Sakusa smiled again and steered the conversation back to lighter topics, making you feel at ease within seconds. You were about to inch your hand closer to his when another person came to the table. He was undoubtedly the chef, dressed as he was. The waiter stood a little behind him.

“Sakusa-sama.”, the man in the spotless black uniform began.

“You’re not serious.”, Sakusa couldn’t help but scoff.

“Please understand that we are not able to provide the full service to foreigners.”

“She speaks Japanese.”, Sakusa informed them, “And even if she didn’t, I would translate for her.”

The chef shifted a little, throwing some kind of glance in your direction that you couldn’t quite interpret.

“We won’t be able to accommodate any dietary restrictions, Sakusa-sama.”

“I don’t have any.”, you said with a strained smile.

The chef was quiet and looked at your date imploringly. He held his gaze, then Sakusa quietly pushed back his chair and stood up.

He offered his hand to you.

“Thank you. The water was delicious.”, you said sweetly to the waiter who avoided your eyes.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone about your hospitality at my family’s next gala.”, Sakusa added with a cold smile and gently pulled you along, past a few gawking people to the elevator.

When the doors closed and the sounds of the restaurant disappeared, Sakusa let out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry.”, he said, leaning his back against the paneling, crossing his arms.

“Don’t worry about it. I think that’s about as much exposure as I would ever need to a five star restaurant.”

He chuckled. “The next one will be better, I promise.”

You smiled and went to stand next to him, lightly brushing your shoulder against his to cheer him up. The elevator began its slow descent.

“Bet you can’t wait to get out of that dress.”, he noted, then his eyes widened a moment later, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laughed. “You’re not wrong actually. Breathing does not come as a standard with this one.”

He considered you for a moment.

“Turn around.” He said it gently. More as a question than a demand.

You blinked in confusion, then did as he requested.

“Don’t be alarmed.” He stepped closer, his breath brushing against your neck.

You felt his hands work on the zipper on your back.

“What are you-“, you began feebly, your voice not quite having the grasp on your vocal chords like you would have wished.

He slowly ran the zipper down, the buttons by your nape holding the dress together but you felt the immediate relief around your tummy.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“There. Better?”, he asked. You nodded, your heart still beating too fast to turn around without revealing the intense blush on your cheeks.

The elevator came to a stop and the automatic voice announced you arrived at the lobby.

“Your bra is pretty.”, he said quietly, almost whispering it into your ear as the doors opened.

“You still hungry?”, he asked when the cool night air brushed your faces as you waited for the valet to get his car.

“Starving.”, you admitted.

He grinned. “I know just the place.”

People stared but Sakusa couldn’t care less.

He rolled up the sleeves of his black button down and offered to trade you a chicken nugget for some French fries.

art: @qyhssss on Twitter

#sakusa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x curvy reader #msby sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa fluff #sakusa x y/n #sakusa kyoomi x reader

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centrally-unplanned · 1 year

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Another big stop in Tokyo for me was Jimbocho Book Town! It is a neighborhood of, depending on who you ask, up to 400 generally-secondhand bookstores flanked by some of the major universities in Tokyo. The local government even prints out maps of the stores to help people find them all:

Which, you will note, is not 400 stores, because the process of becoming an "official" Jimbocho Town Bookstore is an intensely political operation run by local stakeholders with tons of fights over what should qualify and what rights that entails - never change humanity!

"Book Towns" used to actually be quite a common thing, and they peaked during the literary boom of the late 19th century. Figuring out "what books existed" was a hard task, and to do serious research you needed to own the books (you weren't making photocopies), so concentrating specialty bookstores in one area made sense to allow someone to go to one place and ask around to find what they need and discover what exists. It was academia's version of Comiket! Modern digital information & distribution networks slowly killed or at least reduced these districts in places like Paris or London, but Jimbocho is one of the few that still survives.

Why it has is multi-causal for sure - half of this story is that Tokyo is YIMBY paradise and has constantly built new buildings to meet demand so rents have been kept down, allowing low-margin, individually-owned operations to continue where they have struggled in places like the US. These stores don't make much money but they don't have to. But as important is that Japan has a very strong 'book collector' culture, it's the original baseball cards for a lot of people. The "organic" demand for a 1960's shoujo magazine or porcelainware picture book is low, but hobbyists building collections is a whole new source of interest. Book-as-art-collection powered Jimbocho through until the 21st century, where - again like Comiket - the 'spectacle' could give it a lift and allow the area to become a tourist attraction and a mecca for the ~cozy book hoarder aesthetic~ to take over. Now it can exist on its vibes, which go so far as to be government-recognized: In 2001 the "scent wafting from the pages of the secondhand bookstore" was added to Japan's Ministry of Environment's List of 100 Fragrance Landscapes.

Of course this transition has changed what it sells; when it first began in the Meiji area, Jimbocho served the growing universities flanking it, and was a hotpot of academic (and political-polemic) texts. Those stores still exist, but as universities built libraries and then digital collections, the hobby world has taken over. Which comes back to me, baby! If you want Old Anime Books Jimbocho is one of the best places to go - the list of "subculture" stores is expansive.

I'll highlight two here: the first store I went to was Kudan Shobo, a 3rd floor walk-up specializing in shoujo manga. And my guys, the ~vibes~ of this store. It has this little sign outside pointing you up the stairs with the cutest book angel logo:

And the stairs:

Real flex of Japan's low crime status btw. Inside is jam-packed shelves and the owner just sitting there eating dinner, so I didn't take any photos inside, but not only did it have a great collection of fully-complete shoujo magazines going back to the 1970's, it had a ton of "meta" books on shoujo & anime, even a doujinshi collection focusing on 'commentary on the otaku scene' style publications. Every Jimbocho store just has their own unique collection, and you can only discover it by visiting. I picked up two books here (will showcase some of the buys in another post).

The other great ~subculture~ store I went to was Yumeno Shoten - and this is the store I would recommend to any otaku visiting, it was a much broader collection while still having a ton of niche stuff. The vibes continued to be immaculate of course:

And they covered every category you could imagine - Newtype-style news magazine, anime cels, artbooks, off-beat serial manga magazines, 1st edition prints, just everything. They had promotional posters from Mushi Pro-era productions like Cleopatra, nothing was out of reach. I got a ton of books here - it was one of the first stores I visited on my second day in Jimobocho, which made me *heavily* weighed down for the subsequent explorations, a rookie mistake for sure. There are adorable book-themed hotels and hostels in Jimbocho, and I absolutely could see a trip where you just shop here for a week and stay nearby so you can drop off your haul as you go.

We went to other great stores - I was on the lookout for some 90's era photography stuff, particularly by youth punk photographer Hiromix (#FLCL database), and I got very close at fashion/photography store Komiyama Shoten but never quite got what I was looking for. Shinsendo Shoten is a bookstore devoted entirely to the "railway and industrial history of Japan" and an extensive map collection, it was my kind of fetish art. My partner @darktypedreams found two old copies of the fashion magazine Gothic & Lolita Bible, uh, somewhere, we checked like five places and I don't remember which finally had it! And we also visited Aratama Shoten, a store collecting vintage pornography with a gigantic section on old BDSM works that was very much up her alley. It had the porn price premium so we didn't buy anything, but it was delightful to look through works on bondage and non-con from as far back as the 1960's, where honestly the line between "this is just for the fetish" and "this is authentic gender politics" was...sometimes very blurry. No photos of this one for very obvious reasons.

Jimbocho absolutely earned its rep, its an extremely stellar example of how history, culture, and uh land use policy can build something in one place that seems impossible in another operating under a different set of those forces. Definitely one of the highlights of the trip.

#Ash Japan Adventures #Jimbocho #anime culture discourse

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tokidokitokyo · 14 days

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富山県

Japanese Prefectures: Chūbu - Toyama

都道府県 (とどうふけん) - Prefectures of Japan

Learning the kanji and a little bit about each of Japan’s 47 prefectures!

Kanji・漢字

富　と(む)、とみ、フ、フウ　wealth, enrich, abundant

山　やま、サン、セン　mountain

県　ケン　prefecture

中部　ちゅうぶ　Chūbu, Central Japan, the central region of Japan

Prefectural Capital (県庁所在地) : Toyama (富山市)

Toyama Prefecture is a part of the central region of Japan, also known as Hokuriku (北陸). Takaoka city is the birthplace of Fujiko F. Fujio, the creator of Doraemon, with many Doraemon-themed delights for visitors. Toyama lies along the Sea of Japan and includes part of the spectacular Northern Japan Alps. Gourmet seafood, idyllic scenery, cultural attractions, and a slower pace are all easily accessible by shinkansen from Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka. Toyama is an important rice-producing area, as well as sourcing hydroelectric power and minerals from the nearby mountains that serve as a basis for chemical, textile, machinery, pulp and paper, and steel industries. The capital city of Toyama and Takaoka have long been the chief center for the production of patent medicine and drugs.

Recommended Tourist Spot・おすすめ観光スポット Gokayama Ainokura Village - 相倉合掌造り集落

Gokayama Ainokura Village (source)

The Gokayama region is an area within the city of Nanto in Toyama Prefecture. It is on the UNESCO World Heritage List due to its traditional gassho-zukuri houses (similar to Shirakawa-go in Gifu). The region is secluded within the mountains in the upper reaches of the Shogawa River, thus preserving this unique traditional architectural style. Gokayama's lifestyle and culture remained very traditional for many years after the modernization of the majority of the country, and many of the houses here are over 300 years old.

Ainokura is the largest of these villages, with nearly 20 gassho-zukuri farmhouses. Many are still private residences, although some have been converted into restaurants, museums, and minshuku, where you can stay overnight at a farm house. With less development and more difficulty to reach this secluded village, there is less tourist traffic than some of the other villages. There are visiting hours attached to the village to avoid disturbing the residents (8:30-17:00), thus helping to preserve the quiet life in this village.

Folk dances, music utilizing unique, traditional instruments, and special washi paper techniques characterize this area. You can listen to the sasara, an instrument made of over a hundred wooden clappers strung together, which is symbolic of the region and a popular souvenir. There are also washi paper workshops where you can try your hand at making washi paper.

Regional Cuisine - 郷土料理 Kombujime - 昆布締め

Kombujime (source)

Kombujime (also kobujime) is a local Toyama dish made by sandwiching light-tasting foods such as whitefish (most commonly marlin) and wild vegetables between sheets of kelp (or kombu). Other popular fillings include other whitefish, shrimp, tofu, and beef. The prefecture boasts the highest kelp consumption, and thus kombu is also widely available at supermarkets.

The technique used to make kombujime (which means "kombu curing") enhances the taste of the sashimi through aging the fish between two sheets of kombu. This technique softens the fish texture and the glutamates from the kelp transfer over to the fish, accentuating its flavor.

Toyama Dialect・Toyama-ben・富山弁

Toyama-ben is also called Etchu-ben (越中弁), and consists of West (Gosei, 呉西), East (Gotō, 呉東), and Gokayama (五箇山) dialects. The dialect is a combination of sounds and features close to Kansai and Tohoku dialects, but still quite different from the other dialects in the Hokuriku area.

うい　ui

Standard Japanese: いっぱい、満足、胸やお腹が苦しい (ippai, mune ya onaka ga kurushii) English: I'm stuffed; my chest or stomach feels tight

食べ過ぎて、はらういわ。 tabesugite, hara ui wa

食べ過ぎて、はらいっぱい。 tabesugite, hara ippai

I ate too much, I'm stuffed.

2. きどくな　kidokuna

Standard Japanese: ありがとう (arigatou) English: thank you

あら、きどくな。 ara, kidokuna

あら、ありがとう。 ara, arigatou

Oh my, thank you.

3. じゃまない　(jyamanai)

Standard Japanese: 大丈夫、問題ない (daijyoubu, mondai nai) English: I'm OK, no problem

A: 体調、いかがですか？ B: じゃまない、じゃまない！ A: taichou, ikaga desu ka? B: jamanai, jamanai!

A: 体調、いかがですか？ B: 大丈夫、大丈夫！ A: taichou, ikaga desu ka? B: daijyoubu, daijyoubu

A: How are you feeling? B: I'm doing well!

4. こわい　(kowai)

Standard Japanese: かたい (katai) English: firm, tough

このご飯、こわいわ。 kono gohan, kowai wa.

このご飯、かたいなあ。 kono gohan, katai naa.

This rice is really hard.

5. つかえん　(tsukaen) (also, なん nan、つけん tsuken)

Standard Japanese: かまわない、問題ない (kamawanai, mondai nai) English: it's fine, it's no problem

A: もう少し、待っていただけますか？ B: つかえんちゃ！ A: mou sukoshi, matte itadakemasu ka? B: tsukaen cha!

A: もう少し、待っていただけますか？ B: 問題ない！ A: mou sukoshi, matte itadakemasu ka? B: mondai nai!

A: Can you please wait a little longer? B: No problem!

More Toyama dialect here (JP with EN).

#japanese prefectures #日本語 #japanese #japanese language #japanese langblr #langblr #studyblr #都道府県 #富山県 #toyama

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tastyvietnamesefood · 1 year

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Tokyo night 🌠💛

#nature #travel #japan landscape #japan travel #japan trip #photooftheday #japan #architecture #beauty #relax

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shiro249 · 28 days

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December 4, 2017

When winter arrived, pearly white snow filled the streets of Tokyo. During this season, a rustic coffee shop in Tokyo attracts a few people and tourists for its coffee and desserts and also rumors that a person can travel to the past.

A little frost of winter covered the large window of the Alopsia café, and people wore scarves and coats when entering or exiting the café. The café was lively, with the usual number of customers doubled, mostly old couples and teenagers looking for warmth.

However, along with those groups, there was a man in his late twenties, whose features were hidden with a bucket hat, scrolling mindlessly in his phone while occasionally looking at the entrance door when hearing the bell ring when new customers came in but looked back to his phone again when he didn’t find the one he looked for and today was the fourth day in a row he had visited the café.

Each day, he would arrive as the café opened, sometimes at noon. It would be a guess that something was suspicious about him, but the workers and regulars paid no mind to it, assuming he was waiting for someone or just staying in the café for warmth. Soon, when late afternoon came, he stood up in his seat, sighing as he walked towards the register, deciding to pay for his coffee.

And as he was about to pay, Shou, a part-time worker, exclaimed suddenly in astonishment.

“Oh? Mr. Mitsuya!?“

Surprised at the mention of his name, he looked up and saw the waiter behind the cash register.

“Ah, you know me?“

“Yes, why wouldn’t I? You’re quite famous for being a fashion designer in Tokyo after all and a friend of the famous motorist, Draken!”

He spoke enthusiastically, almost rambling as he beamed brightly, making the latter amused and a bit forlorn. As he realized what he had done, he stopped and blushed red from embarrassment and mumbled.

“Are you about to pay, sir?“

“Ah, yes.”

Mitsuya then brought up his wallet and brought out the amount that he needed, which Shou accepted gratefully, placing them at the register, and before Mitsuya was about to leave, he suddenly requested, bringing out a business card from his pocket.

“If Draken comes here, call me.”

Shou might have asked why but restrained himself and nodded, accepting the business card before waving at the latter a goodbye.

“Thank you and come back again!”

As the lilac-haired man faded from view, he examined the business card, tracing the intricate designs before looking at the phone number, nodding, and stuffing it in his back pocket before returning to his work of serving customers, oblivious of a disaster slowly rising.

________________________________________ Later Evening ________________________________________

It was about their closing time as the last customer already left the shop earlier, when a man wearing a black-and-white pattern shirt suddenly opened the door in a hurry. The bell above the door rang loudly, and the workers almost jumped out of fright except for the owner of the shop, Toru, as if already expecting him to visit the shop.

“I’m not late, am I?” He spoke, wheezing slightly from exhaustion, noting he was running to reach here.

“You’re just in time before the shop closes, sir…” Toru spoke, faltering as he didn’t know the latter’s name, and the blonde was about to introduce himself, but Shou butted in.

“--Ryuguji!” Shou exclaimed as he suddenly popped out behind the owner, smiling brightly. Toru nodded and made Draken flustered from the mention of his name, clearly forgetting he’s Japan’s famous motorist.

“So, what can I do for you, sir?” Toru inquired, looking at the blond as he ushered the black-haired male out of the way to reach the register, ready to take the blond’s order.

“I want to go back in time…” He spoke, his voice now sounding calm and steady as he regained his breath.

Toru got silent, contemplating for a while before nodding and beginning to walk at the back of the café with Shou, not before instructing the latter to sit at the vacant chairs, to which he complied, sitting at a chair stool that was facing outside beside the entrance door. Now he’s all by himself until he sees a man sitting at a chair in the left corner in his 30s with spiky, jet-black hair and jade green eyes, wearing a colored cream sweater with a pair of black pants and shoes, gazing outside the shop with a refilled black coffee in front of him, calmly steaming.

He looked at the man (or a ghost) curiously until the man’s narrow jade green eyes looked back at him as well as he felt the stare, which made the blond swiftly look away as he got caught. Toru then returned with Shou following behind him, holding a fancy teapot and a cup, and that’s when the man with sharp jade green eyes suddenly stood up, walking towards the comfort room, not before nodding at the two workers as he passed them, which caused a red hue to erupt at the part-time worker’s cheeks and smiled back as a greeting to the strikingly tall male before he vanished into the comfort room, which went unnoticed by the blond and the owner.

As the man leaves, Draken is quickly ushered to the seat that was occupied by the man earlier, as Shou places the cup in front of him at the same time. Then, Toru asked the blond.

“Do you know the rules, Draken-san?”

The blond nodded his head, which made the owner hum, and before he told Shou to pour the coffee. Shou suddenly yelled in panic.

“Oh, I forgot to message him that Draken-san is here!”

He immediately began to fish out his phone and the card from his pocket in one hand and, as Draken realized what he meant, immediately grabbed the black-haired male’s hand to stop him from grabbing his phone.

“No, don’t call him.” He said, sounding stern.

The black-haired male was perplexed as well as the coffee shop owner and about to ask why, but Draken just shook his head, which Shou reluctantly nodded, respecting the latter’s wishes. The blond immediately let go of the other’s hand. Then, Toru spoke and commanded the young adult to pour the cup of coffee now, which he nodded.

“Then, we may begin. You may start now, Shou.”

As Shou finished pouring the cup, Draken took a sip from his coffee and his surroundings slowly shifted into the past, but still inside the shop. The shop was basking in the warm sunlight of the summer afternoon as the sun steadily went down at the horizon, instead of the cold winter season frosting the shop’s large glass window, which shows the city with white, freezing snow. He looked around and saw the owner, Toru, watching him - ever since he appeared - he nodded his head in greeting and Toru gave one back as well.

Then, the bell above the entrance door of the shop rang, which snapped the blond’s attention away from the owner to look at the door and see her. Emma’s cheery smile greeted the entire shop until she faced him and even smiled brighter, exclaiming happily as if she was oblivious that he was the future of himself.

“Oh, Draken!”

“Emma…” He whispered, his voice almost cracking as tears suddenly pricked his eyes. I’m happy to see you again. Even if it’s just a fleeting moment. But that’s okay 'cause I’ll be with you as well.

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Inspired from a novel called Before the Coffee gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

This has been rotting in my drafts ahaha. 0v0'

#tokyo revengers #draken x emma #draken tokyo revengers #emma sano #tokrev #mitsuya takashi #tokyo rev #ken ryuguji #angst #tokrev angst #please don't flop #:'>#shiro write

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adore-laur · 11 months

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JOYRIDE

— corruption in tokyo brings two partners together again to seek retribution while also fulfilling their desires🚦

ハリー

Midnight in Tokyo.

The city transforms into a neon jungle once the moon takes the stage. Illusionary indigo and hot pink advertisements scale the sides of skyscrapers, their vibrant pixels reflecting off the slick thoroughfares bestrewed with puddles. Cosmopolitan emporiums attract visitors like clusters of moths drawn to a flame, ranging from luxury retail stores to vintage boutiques that line the sidewalks. Many diverse eateries sit snugly in the passageways—the limited seating is where conversations are struck with writers and poets alike. Whimsical art sculptures placed in hidden spots showcase Japanese culture, and the expressive pieces greet tourists from around the world.

It's an urban utopia straight out of a futuristic fantasy.

Digging deeper into the complex metropolis, right in the heart of the infamous Kabukicho District, is where nightlife is most vivacious. Foreigners flock to clubs and bars for ritzy entertainment and exuberant thrills. Alleyways conceal doorways to more private establishments, their explicit thresholds exposed by flickering arrows that guide those who dare to enter. It's sinfully atmospheric, with the smell of smoke and sex lingering past the brick walls lit by dangling paper lanterns.

The vicinity is two sides of the same coin. In the daytime, families wander through a maze of honorable restaurants and hotels, but at night, the devil comes out to play. Risqué signs lead to unlawful pleasure. Curtains cover hostess clubs of endless inebriation. Intimate shops are out in the open to pique the interest of innocents.

However, on this rainy November night, Harry Styles seeks only one unholy cove. He doesn't need to be lured into it by silhouetted street hawkers. Ignoring them is easy when the red light just around the corner holds his true desire.

As his polished dress shoes clack against the wet pavement, a black umbrella looming over his head, he fishes into his trouser pocket to snag a piece of chewing gum. He unwraps the aluminum, pops the green gum into his mouth, folds the rubbery substance using his tongue, stretches it between his two front teeth, and then bites down on it with his back molars. A refreshing burst of spearmint hits the back of his throat, crisp and cool. He begins whistling a catchy tune he heard on the metro subway the other day, the trill echoing off the narrow walls surrounding him. The new graffiti on them catches his attention. Considering the city strictly prohibits street art, it's a rare find, so he admires the esoteric visuals before they're removed by patrolling police.

Taking a sharp left, the top of Harry's shadow reaches his destination before he does. He stops in his tracks and breathes in the hazy air. Smoke seeps under the rusted garage door, and the muffled bass coming from inside is a straight injection into his veins. The Japanese script, emboldened by neon red, spells out the name of the strip club.

ジョイライド

JOYRIDE

Guarded by a towering man in a black suit and maroon tie, it's the only barrier left. Luckily, Harry is well-versed when it comes to sneaking into elite establishments. He shakes his umbrella out, the droplets creating ripples in the asphalt pools beneath his feet. A step under the hipped awning saves his expensive clothing from becoming soaked. His long, houndstooth blazer of a dreary gray color and a dotted scarf wrapped once around his neck make him blend in nicely with the darkness.

Harry clears his throat and politely bows to the daunting watchman. "Kobanwa," he greets, hiding the gum under his tongue out of courtesy. (Good evening.)

"Kon'nichiwa," says the man with a reciprocated bow. "Anata no mōshide wa nanidesu ka?" (Hello. What is your offer?)

Opening the breast pocket of his blazer, Harry plucks out three bills. He unfolds the creased paper one by one, revealing the printed face of an esteemed writer and a five-digit number representing a hefty amount of yen. His desire is worth significantly more, but he'll undoubtedly be spending the rest of what's tucked in his wallet for reasons that will never be publicly disclosed.

"Sakura," Harry says with unwavering eye contact.

He only needs to say a single name for the man to stare back in challenge for three seconds. He then takes the yen and inspects it for possible counterfeits, his nimble fingers flipping the banknotes over with a particular procedure. After an anticipatory moment of crinkling sounds and drowned-out electronic music, he raps a rhythmic knock on the garage behind him. It instantly lifts with a grinding creak, the smoke releasing from underneath and crawling up Harry's legs like ivy on a brick wall.

"Anata no norimono o tanoshinde kudasai." (Enjoy your ride.)

Harry gives the man a fixed smile and then enters his paradise. Weeks of lousy business trips that required him to globetrot across continents have led to this. Tokyo always has something sensational in store for him. He comes back to the sleepless city time and time again for the unpredictability.

Disappointment doesn't exist here—escapade does.

The metal stairs leading to the underground club are grungy and steep, so Harry uses the shaft of his umbrella as a makeshift cane to traverse down the dilapidated steps. Every footfall ends in a squeak until he reaches the velvet carpet at the bottom. Thumping music loudens, the scent of cigarettes grows stronger, and the beat of his heart pounds faster in anticipation.

Red curtains are suspended in front of him, and distant chatter that eclectically ranges from foreign to familiar dialect echoes from behind them. Harry sets his umbrella by the nearby coat rack, then takes his scarf and blazer off to hang them next to a pristine suit jacket. He takes a glimpse at his own suit. It's black cashmere with a contrasting white button-up underneath and a silk tie. He adjusts the collar, tugs on the lapels, and swiftly unclasps the single button. With a final ruffle of his flattened hair and a crack of his neck, he's ready for total immersion.

Pushing the curtains aside, he crosses the threshold. There's no turning back now.

The seductive ambiance immediately invades every one of his senses. There's red everywhere. The spacious room holds the key to subliminal distraction, from the ruby wallpaper to the vermillion leather booths. It's a sub-rosa room where players can have fun after dusk. Every soul that wanders in leaves with a newfangled perspective on the divine beauty of women. At least that's what Harry left with the first time he traipsed in as a fresh face from Europe, a wax-sealed invitation in his hesitant grasp.

He wouldn't call himself a loyal customer, per se. He's not dependent on the half-empty glasses of Yamazaki malt whiskey presented to him on serving trays, only to be respectfully declined. Nor does he come for the puffed cigars and joints perched between persuasive fingertips and lips.

No, it's the stage in his peripheral vision that he floats toward. It's where his desire lies.

His Sakura.

She's on the round stage amid her nightly performance, one leg hooked around a silver pole protruding from the middle of the platform. A red spotlight shines down on her contorted body, her limbs reaching out like the slender branches of a cherry blossom tree. Her long hair is snaked into six braids, four twisted up high and two tinier ones falling over her forehead. The audience of men, some standing close and some sitting in booths, piercingly whistle over the loud music while throwing wads of yen at her as she spins into an upside-down position with ease, gripping the pole using just her ankles. It gives everyone a full view of her leather bodysuit, the glossy black material with cutouts revealing peeks of smooth, brown skin.

Harry stuffs a hand in his pocket and lingers at the back of the club, where no one can pester him with invasive questions about his intentions. They don't understand. He's not here to 'get some,' as they often assume. Sure, he'll leave the place feeling satisfied, but they don't know he gets to take home the woman they're currently fawning over.

Her pole dancing performance nears its end, with a final layer of smoke hovering over the circular platform. The mystique she exudes as she slides into an effortless split is tantalizing. Harry swallows thickly as his hand curls into a fist, every fiber of his being practically itching to be alone with her. He never grows tired of watching her, yet he's utterly addicted to what happens in their designated private room.

The red spotlight switches to a bright white, and his Sakura smiles dazzlingly while collecting the bills thrown her way. Harry smirks and applauds, then pushes off the wall to give her his own special offering. This part seems to always occur in slow motion for him. His eyes are locked on her as he waits until she catches his hypnotic gaze. He weaves through the crowd while chewing on his now flavorless gum, mumbling apologies when he bumps into people's drunken sways until he finally reaches the stage. Slightly opening his suit, he reaches into the interior breast pocket and pulls out a plucked cherry blossom. Technically speaking, he breaks the law every time he acquires the pink symbolism of human existence, but it's of little consequence to his morals. He has much worse crimes under his belt.

Harry gently holds out the blossom amidst the flying yen, a pastel pink delicacy in a sea of brown riches. The following moments play out like a scene in a movie. Time seems to freeze as he homes in on the sound of her high heels clicking closer. He steadily looks up, taking in her tall legs and heaving chest. She tucks a few yen in the tight seam of her bodysuit, then provides him with her undivided attention.

"For me?" she mouths over the deafening music.

His lips break into a wide smile at the sound of her euphonic voice, which he so longingly missed. "Always for you."

Bending down, she takes the cherry blossom from him and brings it under her nose. Her eyes flutter as she smells the fragrant flower. It's flattering that no matter how often she's received one, she still sticks it behind her ear like she does now.

The surrounding men marvel over her, but they'll be distracted soon enough. Two more poles emerge from the stage, and a group of stripper girls come out to continue the regularly scheduled show. Harry doesn't lose focus on his Sakura, simply backing away slowly and jerking his head toward the VIP rooms. It's a drill he aims to follow through with zero problems arising. Almost everyone here is a stranger, so that means they cannot be trusted in the slightest. It's why he doesn't speak to them. If any outsiders find out about the dirty business he deals with on the side, it's a downhill slope into deep trouble.

Harry stops at the opposite side of the room and faces another security guard, but this time, it's one he knows quite well. "Ryōji," he says while bowing. "O-genki desu ka?" (How are you?)

Ryōji bows and withdraws a small gold key from one of the ten hooks behind him. "Okaeri nasai," he responds. (Welcome back.)

Welcome back, indeed. Harry quickly glances around and then places a heavy hand on Ryōji's shoulder, leaning in so no one else can hear him. In English, he murmurs, "We've got another one out back. Do you think you can get some men to handle it before sunrise? I'll have the money sent to you by next week."

The deep inhalation Ryōji takes always makes him nervous. A dreadful silence passes before he says, "Yes, sir. Any special instructions?"

Harry gives him a friendly pat on the arm and takes the key. "Just the usual. She already took care of the hard part."

"As you wish."

With that, Harry gratefully nods and then walks into the back area, where several red doors, some open and some closed, present themselves in a semi-circular fashion. Steering to the right, he throws his gum away and goes to the door with a black '七' on it.

Lucky number seven for a joyride in heaven.

The room is a perfect size, with curtains hanging over the walls for a more intimate experience. Two velvet couches are placed on either side, and a table with glasses and a bottle of an unknown alcoholic drink sits nearby. And, of course, a red light emits from the low ceiling.

Harry gets comfortable, tugging on his pants legs and sitting on the plush couch. Precious time ticks by, the songs slowing into more sultry beats as he waits. He checks his diamond-encrusted wristwatch—it's half past midnight, yet he doesn't feel tired. Maybe it's the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Only the mysterious aura of Tokyo can give him an electric charge like no other.

At last, Desiree struts into the room and daintily falls sideways into his lap. Her stripper name is Sakura, but her real name is used when she's alone with him. She jumps right in and holds his scruffy cheek, kissing all over his face as the red lipstick she wears stamps evidence on his flushed skin.

"I've missed you," she whispers in his ear.

Harry holds her waist and rolls his hips for some relief. "It's all my fault, isn't it? I've been so busy."

Desiree takes the key from him and quickly locks the door. When she returns, she straddles him and says, "You came back to me, though."

He nips her neck, short and tender. "I got your text message and flew straight here."

She grips his chin. "That message wasn't about seeing me."

Harry swallows thickly, his throat suddenly parched. "We don't need to talk about that right now," he murmurs.

"But it will be dealt with?" she asks, her eyebrows dipping with concern.

"Yes, my love."

"Okay." She gently passes her thumb over his eyelashes like they're pages of a well-loved book. "That's all I need to hear."

Harry distracts himself from the dangerous subject by twirling one of her braids around his pointer finger. "I like it when you wear your hair like this, Desi. So pretty."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm. I've gone far too long without you."

She begins loosening his tie. "Tell me what you need."

Sifting through his brain, Harry contemplates his options. The club doesn't allow actual intercourse inside its perimeters, so there are limited, albeit creative, methods that are used. Desiree once told him that the strippers are given a manual of all the diverse ways they can please a customer. There was a specific one he heard her briefly mention in passing. At the time, he was too shy to ask for more details, so he went home and researched the term. Needless to say, it sounded worthwhile.

"Can I have the... red light special? Is that what it's called?"

Desiree smirks and remarks, "That's new. You've never asked for that before."

He blushes with a lackadaisical shrug. "Sorry. Being edged just sounds really fuckin' good right now."

"Why are you apologizing?" She pushes lightly on his chest so he can comfortably lean against the couch. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

Harry couldn't possibly argue, especially when she doesn't waste any time and starts with a green light. Gripping his shoulders, she smoothly rocks into his body with quick movements. His hands knead her ass, the bodysuit bestowing the perfect amount of skin for him to grab. The tension in his muscles eases as she applies pressure to his growing bulge, every perpetual grind making him harder by the minute. His eyes and neck roll back, and he forgets why he was ever stressed hours prior and instead succumbs to the satisfying ache she provides him.

"Oh, my God," Harry moans, spreading his legs further apart. "Fuck, Desi, you feel so good. I'm all yours."

She bites her bottom lip and moves her hips counterclockwise. The switch has Harry gritting his teeth. Shuddering, he opens his mouth and pathetically whimpers while running his hands up her clenched thighs. He feels hot—sweaty, sticky, and salaciously hot. He's burning in a blitz of fiery passion.

The yellow light is when Desiree slows down, still grinding swivels over his pelvis. The throbbing of his cock ceases, and the buildup disappears momentarily. Her back arches as she uses her height over him to palm him with her hand. Leisurely, she squeezes where the head of his cock is through his pants, and a sensitive tingle rushes down his spine as he bites down on his knuckles to suppress his pleading noises.

"Does that feel nice?" she asks, kissing his slack jaw.

Harry's face crumbles in submission. "I need to come. I can't take it anymore."

Red light. He knows he asked for it, but when she stops moving and stands before him, he reaches for her absent touch. "No, come back. C'mon, please. Stop playing around."

She ignores him and kneels on the ground. With one finger, she trails it up his inner thigh until it reaches his covered cock. She fondles the length of it, erotically squeezing in all the right places while looking at him with eyes of a rich brown color. He often dreams of her mouth puckered around it, her wet lips and hollowed cheeks making him fall apart.

Suddenly, his tie is removed, and Desiree holds it up. "Are you ready?"

"I'm so close," Harry breathes out. Inhaling sharply through his nose, he adds, "You're so gorgeous; do you know that? Got me... shit, I'm absolutely aching for you."

She stuffs the tie in his mouth and finally straddles him again, riding his thighs to bring him to his peak. His moans are muffled against the fabric as she gives him a lap dance, her body rolling to the R&B music from the distant speakers.

It doesn't take long for Harry to come; a damp spot forms on his pants shortly after. Every part of his body feels light as he spits his tie out, breathing heavily. He really needed this.

"Ready to leave this place?" he asks, touching himself until he's soft and able to walk.

Desiree kisses him, her tongue delving into his mouth, before nodding. "Are you taking me on another joyride?"

Harry smirks and wipes off the lipstick stain she left on the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. "Full throttle, baby."

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デザレイ

The first thing Desiree sees when rounding the corner of the alleyway is a parked Kawasaki motorcycle.

The rain has let up; only a light drizzle is now falling from the starlit sky. People still pass by with umbrellas, minding their business. The lights outside are stimulating, with signs above casting fuchsia pink and Prussian blue hues over her and Harry's faces. The air reeks of gasoline and smoke, and vehicles are racing past to hop on the expressway. It's a city of nocturnal souls who get off on cheap thrills, and she couldn't help but get hooked on the appeal. Night crawling on a high-speed bike through the neon streets is the most thrilling adventure she can imagine.

Harry rents out a different motorcycle every time he visits. When they first met, he told her he owned a marketing firm in London, so he had the money to afford such luxuries. The first time he walked into the club, she thought he would be like everyone else—a drunk and lonesome man needing attention. However, he was actually a man of innocence who stumbled upon an underground scene he wasn't expecting. She saw the intrigue in his eyes and taught him how her world worked. She let him choose what he desired without taking advantage of him. She trusted his intentions and let him see every side of her, saintly or sinful.

Their journey leads to the eager way he's looking at her now, one gloved hand holding out a helmet and the other gripping the motorcycle's handlebar.

"Ladies first," he says with a playful smile.

Desiree tightens the belt on her blood-red leather coat and puts the helmet on. It rubs uncomfortably against her hair, but she's not one to place beauty above safety precautions. She then hikes a leg over the back seat, and Harry does the same motions while straddling the front seat and starting the engine. It rumbles to life when he squeezes the clutch, and he attractively revs the engine three times.

"All good?" Harry calls out behind him, using the back of his shoe to kick up the kickstand.

She wraps both arms around his waist and props her chin on his shoulder. "So good."

Reaching back to squeeze her thigh, he speeds into the fast lane. For the next twenty minutes, the brisk wind blows in her ears, and the feeling of flying overtakes her entire body. She spreads her arms, and Tokyo comes alive just for her, blurry colors whooshing past as they accelerate through traffic on the winding expressway. They ride out of the district and towards Marunouchi, where the Shangri-La Hotel is located. With five stars and eleven floors of pure splendor, it's the best place to have a late-night rendezvous.

When they eventually pull up to the hotel, a rectangular building made entirely of glass panes, Harry parks the motorcycle and kills the engine. Desiree carefully removes her helmet and fixes her hair the best she can. Her makeup feels tacky against her skin, but the cool air of an autumn night is refreshing. She looks over to see Harry do the same, his hair sticking up every which way. He sheepishly grins at her and rolls his eyes.

"Hurry up," Desiree says through chattering teeth. She bounces on her heels, feeling the ache travel from her ankles to the tips of her toes.

"All right, all right," Harry mumbles jokingly, holding his hand out. "I'll have a word with Raijin about the inadequate weather."

"Studying Japanese deities, are we?"

Interlocking her numb fingers with his, they head inside the lavish lobby and take the elevator to the seventh floor. The ride is quiet, and exhaustion finally catches up to them. After six beeps, a more prolonged one sounds, and the doors slide open. They walk down the narrow hallway to the back, where the suites are located. Harry swipes his key card and twists the door handle to go inside, Desiree following closely.

The suite is as tidy and stylish as one would expect from a businessman staying there. Two designer-brand suitcases are stacked in the corner by the running air conditioner. A housekeeper must have cleaned and organized his belongings. Crisp white sheets on the king bed look quintessential for bundling up in.

Desiree removes her heels and flops on the firm mattress. She blearily watches Harry open the mini fridge by the door, hearing the clink of beer bottles. Her assumption proves correct when one is thrown beside her, yet her body has no energy left to open the cap and drink the bitter liquid.

Harry takes off his suit jacket and button-up, then sits against the headboard and spreads his legs on either side of her sprawled-out body. He takes a swig of beer, his jawline sharp and his throat bobbing. His bare torso, decorated with tattoos, looks like the perfect pillow, so Desiree shimmies upwards to lay her head on his abdomen. She listens to his subtle breathing.

"So, how'd you kill him?"

Well, that's one way to initiate a conversation. Desiree snaps her eyes to his, staring at him a little funny due to her position. "Katana," she answers casually. "Quick and easy."

He hums, sets his beer on the nightstand, and then delicately untangles her two front braids. "Made a mess, huh? Ryōji's men won't be too happy about that."

She fidgets with one of her loose acrylic nails. "They've dealt with worse cleanups."

She knew what she was getting into when she decided to work in Tokyo's Red Light District. There's no way to sugarcoat what goes down in the alleyways. It doesn't feel like a crime to her if she's getting rid of the bad guys. It's justified in her mind.

Harry moves his hands to undo her bigger braids. "I know," he says softly, "but it's getting riskier. And more expensive on my end."

Sighing, Desiree replies, "Asphyxiation is so boring, though. I like my swords."

"Desi, I'm serious." He tilts her head to look at her straight on. "It worries me when you do those types of killings, and I'm not here to handle the outcome. What if something were to go wrong?"

She frowns. "We're a team. You flew out to me without hesitation when I told you my plan."

"Yes, but you act on impulse sometimes," he says, putting her elastic ponytail around his wrist. "I can't always do that with my job. You're lucky I was available."

"So, you only came to help with the repercussions? Not to see me?"

"You know that's not true. If it was, I'd be on a plane back to London right now instead of spending the night with you in Tokyo."

"Just making sure," she says with a hidden undertone of insecurity.

Once all six braids are out, her hair frizzy and free, Desiree sits up and takes her suffocating coat off. Underneath, she has a more comfortable outfit that she changed into before leaving the club. She internally debates whether she wants to go through the hassle of taking everything off, but before she can thoroughly weigh her options, Harry reaches over to open the nightstand drawer, pulling out something crinkly.

"I, uh, bought some makeup wipes," he explains while fidgeting with the package. "I didn't know what brand you use, but it's coconut, and I know you like coconut rum. There's no correlation, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

Desiree is speechless for a moment. This is the first time he's done something like that. "Th-thanks. Can you help me take it off?" she says quietly.

"'Course. Scoot over."

She takes one side of the bed and sits cross-legged in front of Harry as he plucks a wipe. He folds it into a compact square four times and then hovers it over her face. His gaze wanders a bit before he starts gently swiping under her eyes.

He speaks up again once the air conditioner clicks off. "Can I ask, pray tell, why you killed him?"

Desiree breathes out a laugh. "Funny," she says as he scrubs the pigmented blush off her cheeks. "I remember when you couldn't even stomach asking me that question. Now you do all the dirty side work."

Harry shrugs. "You're a bad influence."

Sage advice from two people who dabble in reincarnating as a more sadistic Bonnie and Clyde: It's remarkably more fun to have a loyal partner in crime than to be a lone outlaw.

"Let's see," she muses with a dramatic flair. "His name was... fuck if I know. All I was told was that he was a gang member who lured young girls in and brainwashed them into committing crimes around Shinjuku for money worth jack squat."

"Jesus. What about the other gang members?" he asks, wiping her smeared lipstick off.

"I'm not too worried about them. They would never suspect that a stripper at Joyride killed one of their own. They'll probably assume it was another gang's doing."

"That's a relief." Harry yawns and tosses the dirtied makeup wipe into the nearby garbage. "All right, I've had enough killer talk. Shall we get some sleep?"

Desiree grins tiredly and touches the smoothness of her bare face. "We shall. My body aches."

Stripping takes a toll on her joints and muscles, especially since she incorporates performance art into her dancing. Untreated strains and torn ligaments have been left in the past due to years of training, but residual pain still lingers each night when she steps off the stage.

Once they're comfortable under the sheets, Desiree curls into Harry's warm chest. "When do I have you until?" she asks reluctantly.

He wraps an arm over her back and says, "Tomorrow night."

She recounts all the times he's had to catch a red-eye flight immediately after they arrive at the hotel. Tonight, she's lucky she got him a little longer than usual.

"It's better than nothing."

Harry scrunches her hair and leaves a long kiss on her temple. "You can always come back to Europe with me," he murmurs. The scent of beer wafting through his breath is mouth-watering.

Desiree shakes her head solemnly. "I can't. I belong here."

"I understand." She feels him smile before kissing her head once more. "A cherry blossom should stay in Japan, right?"

"Very clever." She closes her eyes. There's an elongated pause of internal reflection before she continues. "Listen, I don't want you to feel trapped. I don't want you to feel like I'm using you."

Harry rubs the sore muscles around her shoulder blades. "I don't feel that way. I chose to get involved with how you live your life. If I'm being honest, I quite enjoy the danger of it."

It's easy for him to say when he only has to deal with the business side of it. A pipeline of recruitment occurred where Shyla loosely hired Harry to hire men who would dispose of the dead bodies she threw in the dumpster behind the club. No one dares roam that haunted alleyway, which makes it the most adequate place to safely hide a killing. Then, he pays them handsomely in cash for successfully completing the treacherous deed.

Desiree cups his cheek and whispers, "Please... just tell me if it ever gets too much and you want out. I'll find someone else."

"It's never too much when your intentions are good."

It's not enough. His safety is her top priority.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," she says sternly. "Give me the red light, and I'll go to Europe with you. You can show me Buckingham Palace and that stupid clock—"

"Desi," Harry interrupts with a thumb against her parted lips. "I will tell you if it gets to that point, okay?"

She takes his large hand and holds onto it like it's the last time she'll ever touch his skin. "Promise me."

"Yakusoku." (Promise.)

His spoken oath doesn't mend the problem she has with herself. There's a constant battle whenever she thinks too deeply about what she participates in. She questions whether it was a mistake to get involved in cover-up assassinations and bring Harry into it. He used to be innocent. Someone who discovered the darker side of Tokyo is now stuck in the whirlwind of her immoral faults. Did she make him into a brand-new person? A monster? One that knows her crimes and prevents them from becoming exposed?

Is it wrong that she fell for him in the process?

She can never tell him. No, that would complicate things beyond the boundary lines she drew for herself long before she met him. There are too many risks when feelings are a factor—risks of turning on each other if there are relationship issues. Then there's the plain and straightforward risk of barely seeing each other in person. It's all too poisonous of a pool to dip her feet into. Her guard is up, and it's not coming down for anything or anyone.

However, as Desiree drifts into a dreamland, she realizes her guard is lower whenever Harry is around. With his fingers soothingly scratching up and down her aching spine, she doesn't feel the uncertainty that always clouds her mind when he's not beside her. It clears when she awakes to the smell of brewing coffee and room service breakfast on a cart before she can even open her eyes. It gnaws at her boarded-up heart until the pieces chip away. What's left is a vulnerable girl who seeks refuge but can't leave a place of fortune and frisson. She's a moon in broad daylight.

Does she want to be saved? Or does the red light call her name for a reason?

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#harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles x oc #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles #adore-laur #joyride

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kyu-ura · 1 year

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Sky Precure Birthdays

Sora - September 20

In Japan, September 20 is Sky Day ("Sora no Hi" 空の日). This day was established in 1940 to celebrate Isaburo Yamada's airship, which had successfully flown around a lap above Tokyo for an hour in 1911.

Mashiro - July 16

July 16 is Rainbow Day ("Niji no Hi" 虹の日) in Japan. A play of words where 716 could be read as NANA-IRO (rainbow) in Japanese.

They have a whole website to celebrate Rainbow Day: Link

Tsubasa - May 21

In 1927, American aviator, Charles Lindbergh, made the first nonstop flight from New York City to Paris on this day

Ageha - August 8

August 8 is considered Butterfly Day in Japan, also known as "Chou-Chou no Hi" (ちょうちょうの日).

This day was established by one of Okinawa's tourist attractions, a butterfly observatory, Ryugyjo-chou-chou-en (琉球城蝶々園). They say that the 8 looks like a butterfly when you spin it 90 degrees, therefore it's Butterfly Day.

#precure #pretty cure #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers

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corvid-language-library · 3 months

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Today's outfit. I got this mesh top recently and it's been a lifesaver this summer. Strappy/tank tops aren't very common to see in this part of Japan as people are pretty conservative, so I do my best not to go out with bare shoulders. I'm not sure what it's like in other regions of Japan (I imagine Tokyo and Osaka are a bit more liberal), but my advice for any travellers coming here would be to keep your shoulders covered and not wear anything low-cut if you want to be respectful (this applies to men too btw - again I'm guessing it's okay to get your shoulders out in Tokyo/Osaka/more liberal areas but I almost never see it here). I've seen a few tourists around recently in strappy dresses or tops showing cleavage and it's a bit of a shock to the system now that I'm used to Japanese dress code 😅 And this is coming from someone who was a pole dancer for 12 years! Of course, you're not likely to get comments or stares because Japanese people are too polite, but you might make the locals feel a bit uncomfortable.

It's interesting actually, the way my views on clothing and what I feel comfortable in have changed since I came here. Being a pole dancer meant I was surrounded by semi-naked people most of the time (and it wasn't too uncommon for clothing to uh. slip. I saw quite a lot of nips, lips and balls in my time as an instructor), and I would frequently go out in very short shorts and strappy tops in summer that would attract stares. But nowadays? I quite like the more modest Japanese fashion. Maybe it's because I'm getting old 😅

#jackdaw in japan #chough chatterings #yes i have kuromi/my melody bedsheets #truly living my best japanese life #body dysmorphia is actually not acting up for once so you get a rare selfie #i'm like oh actually i do look human-shaped today

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poly-pan-0118 · 10 months

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Confined Hearts

Alpha! Bakugou, Omega! FemReader 5926 WC

⚠ This story contains Major manga spoilers.

The van was full of all your friends talking as everyone made their plans for the week. You had all just graduated UA and were set to take the next steps of your journey, Pro heroes at your new agencies. But before a lot of you separated to different parts of the country, you all wanted to do something together one last time. This is how you found yourselves in the heart of Tokyo acting like tourists.

Everyone peered out at the window as the van pulled up to The Global Hotel Tokyo. It was a nice little capsule hotel nestled just on the outskirts of Shinjuku. You all agreed to explore the area tomorrow and you couldn't wait, there was so much you wanted to explore. You wanted to see the arcades, all the foodie joints and most of all, you wanted to visit the karaoke bars.

Momo had graciously paid for the hotel stays and transportation for everyone saying it was a graduation gift. She of course was wanting to visit the more calm spots of Tokyo later in the week. She had a list of different teas she wanted to try and bring back with her.

After entering the hotel, everyone checked in and received their capsule number and placed their belongings in a locker. You followed the other girls to the restrooms and cleaned up and got ready for bed. Even though you were excited for the adventures in the coming week you were absolutely tired from the long drive.

As you made your way back to your capsule, you heard Bakugou arguing with Kirishima about something. It wasn't unusual for Bakugou to go on a rant about something so you didn't think anything about it. You did take notice of how much he had changed over the years, especially after the war. He seemed to mellow out more, but he still had that fiery attitude.

You have had a crush on Bakugou ever since your first year. His attitude at the time was off putting but you couldn't help how handsome he was. After the years went by and you had personally seen the strides he had taken to better himself, your attraction for the blonde alpha only grew. That’s right, Bakugou presented his second year as an alpha, and he was a good alpha too you thought.

He was strong, caring for others and very intelligent. As an alpha, he also had a very strong scent. Even with his scent patches, you found your mind getting fuzzy when you were close with him. Bakugou had a sweet burnt sugar smell which you could faintly smell even before he presented due to his quirk. Now, you could also pick up the hint of a slight smoky undertone like a warm fire.

You shook your head and told your omega to calm down as you climbed into the bottom capsule. Momo was on the top and Mina was next to her. Beside you was Hagakure and Ochako above her. You noticed the boys were on the other side. Across from Momo was Shouto and under him was Izuku. Next to Shouto was Denki, and you saw Shinsou crawl inside with him.

Seeing those two finally get together was a relief. You all had watched as they pinned for each other over the years. You saw Kirishima crawl into the capsule under the two lovebirds. Before closing your capsule door, Kirishima gave you a big smile and heard Bakugou letting out a grunt under his breath. You didn't think anything of it because that was Kirishima’s sweet demeanor. You couldn't help but think there was something more to it though. Out of all of your friends in the group, he and Denki were the ones always planning crazy shit.

You plugged in your phone to charge and turned on some soothing asmr to help you get to sleep. You were just dozing off when you heard a loud knock on your door. You rolled over with a grunt to open the door but it wouldn't budge. You pulled and pulled and finally the door slung up fast with a bang. Squatting outside to meet your eye level was Bakugou.

“Bakugou? What-um what are you doing here? I mean... Do you need something?” His crimson eyes pierced at you as you watched his jaw clench.

“I… fuck .” His gaze looked down to the floor. How was he going to ask you this? When they got to the hotel, everyone got their capsule. Everyone but Bakugou that is. “ Oops, I must have miscalculated,” was Momo’s excuse. He knew better. She was top of the class because of her brains. He knew these shitty extras had something to do with this.

Just a week earlier, he had confided in Kirishima that he had a crush on you. This was their solution? To force you two together? Bakugou scoffed to himself. What if you didn't even like him like that? His plan was to hang closer to you this week to try to get a feel about you. Then, if he felt like you had some interest in him, he would properly ask to court you.

Bakugou watched your eyes grow like saucers when he explained that he was left without a room. He wouldn't share a capsule with Momo, she and Shouto had been seeing each other, they’re both just prudes. He knew Kirishima and Mina had some sort of flirting thing going on, Kirishima himself barely fit in the damn thing. He had grown exponentially after their first year.

Like hell if he was going to share it with that nerd Izuku and Ochako’s scent was way too sweet for his liking. It always made him gag. So, that left you. Your scent drove him crazy. It was sweet but not overbearing. It made his alpha swoon and want to protect you.

“So um, you want to share my capsule?” You asked looking at the small space then back at Bakugou who was rubbing the back of his neck. He was unknowingly starting to put off a distressed scent that your omega was begging to calm.

“Look, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said sincerely. “I’ll just go sleep in a chair or something.” He said, beginning to stand up.

“Wait, don't go.” You said, reaching for his wrist. Bakugou’s eyes looked into yours and sensed that you didn't feel stressed. You scooted back as much as you could and jerked your head for him to enter. These things were awkward as hell to lay in, especially if you were built pretty big. Bakugou had grown a lot after he presented, not to mention he was always working out.

His shoulders were wide and his muscles were rock hard. He had a slim waist though but you thought it made him look even more sexy. What you wouldn't do to see them hard abs up close. Stop it, don't even start . You clenched your eyes and yelled at your omega. When opening them, you saw Bakugou staring at you.

“You good?” He asked.

“Um, yeah. I’m just tired.” You weren't lying, you were tired but being close to him like this, his scent was sending your omega into overdrive.

“Yeah me too. Guess we should try to get some sleep.” Bakugou waited for you to lay down. You chose to lay on your side, facing away from him. The further away your nose was, the calmer your omega. Bakugou chose his side too, staring at the wall. It was fucking uncomfortable, he was a back sleeper but he thought if he faced away from you maybe he could pretend you weren’t here.

We could sleep on our back and have omega cuddle into our side. You’d look so cute with your face buried in his pecs. Bakugou internally growled at his alpha, telling him to shut the hell up. After bidding each other goodnight, you finally surrendered to sleep.

A loud shrill from your alarm had your eyes opening to find the prettiest sight you've ever seen. Both you and Bakugou had managed to turn on your other side now facing each other. His face looked so calm. Even with the scar that now ran down the right side of his face, his complexion looked flawless. He had gotten an eyebrow piercing on his left side last year and you had heard him talking about getting more.

“Perv.” His raspy croaked. You didn't even realize he had opened his eyes. Your mouth was agape, looking like a fish trying to breathe. “Relax, I’m just messin with ya.” He said with a smirk. Your omega was squealing. We could definitely get used to this side of him every morning.

“I-um-we should get ready. I’m really excited for today.” There was a shyness about you that he found adorable. Usually that kind of behavior turned him off. Perhaps it was because he knew you. He knew you were a strong person. A strong hero. A strong omega. So perfect for his alpha. Shut it!

“Yeah, me too.” He said, his eyes flicked to your soft lips then snapped out of it, clearing his throat.

You turned to open the door but you were just thankful Bakugou couldn't see your blushing face. You pulled up on the door again but it wouldn't move.You grunted and cursed under your breath at the door being stuck again.

“Here, let me try.” Bakugou said, scooting closer. Yes, let the strong alpha do it. You rolled your eyes at your omega. “Dammit. It wont fucking budge.” At first, he thought maybe those extras did something to keep you both in there but he remembered you having trouble with it last night. Plus, they wouldn't be that stupid, right? Right?

You heard Mina outside talking. “Mina? The door is stuck. Can you try to open it from the outside?” After trying several times, the door wouldn't move for her and she said she was going to go get Kirishima.

“Well Kirishima is stuffing his face but Midoriya’s here.” Mina chirped. You smiled at Bakugou scoffing after hearing what all Kirishima was eating. He could really pack some food away. You can just imagine the big redheaded alpha scarfing down four burgers and a plate of pancakes.

“Kacchan?” Midoriya called from the otherside.

Another strong alpha .

“Uhhhh!” This time your annoyance with your omega was audible. Bakugou looked at you and tilted his head, silently asking you what was wrong. “I-have to go pee.” Again, you weren't lying.

“Izuku, get us the hell out of here.” Bakugou growled through the door.

“I’m, I’m trying. Damn.” You heard Midoriya struggling on the other side. Then you heard a snap. “Uh-oh. Um-” Both you and Bakugou looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What the fuck was that? What do you mean uh-oh?” It was quiet. “Izuku?” Bakugou hollered.

“Um, the uh, the handle broke off.” Bakugou growled even louder this time. “Let me um, go get the clerk. Sit tight.”

Was that supposed to be a joke?

Bakugou was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. He let his head hang down and watched you flop over onto your back with a huff. It was then he noticed what you were wearing. Tiny sleep shorts and a tank that showed off your belly. So soft and plush. It would look beautiful so full and round with-

Bakugou let out another growl, his distressed scent growing stronger. It was making your head dizzy.

“They’ll get us outta here Bakugou. Don't worry.” You said trying to calm the alpha.

“I know. I'm just aggravated.” He said, sighing. You noticed he was avoiding eye contact with you and wondered if he was mad at you.

“Bakugou?” He still couldn't look at you.

“Could you, cover up or something?” He asked, staring straight ahead. You looked down and it dawned on you what you were wearing. You quickly pulled the sheet back over you.

“I’m so sorry.” You said blushing.

“S’kay. It’s not like you knew you were getting an unwanted roommate last night.”

You don't know why but that statement stung. Did he think you were mad at him for being here?

“Don't ever think you're unwanted Bakugou.” He finally looked over at you. His jaw fell open but didnt know how to respond. “I like having you around.” It was such a simple comment but his alpha was trying to claw out from the inside. Omega likes alpha! You found yourselves getting closer, eyes flicking to lips and back at his fiery orbs.

A loud knock made you both jump in what little space you had. It was Midoriya explaining that the hotel was having maintenance come to fix the issue. You saw Bakugou’s shoulders relax and you let out a sigh. But the bad news, maintenance wouldn't get here for another couple hours.

“WHAT!” Bakugou yelled. “What kinda fucking hotel doesnt have maintenance on staff?” Midoriya apologized through the door over and over again, as if he was the one that caused this.

“It's okay Midoriya. You did what you could. Guess we have no choice but to wait.” You said, trying to calm the green haired hero. After Midoriya left, it was quiet for a few minutes. Both you and Bakugou were stewing with aggravation when Kirishima came over and knocked.

“Why are you knocking shitty hair? S’not like we went anywhere.” Bakugou said, rolling his eyes. You heard Kirishima chuckle from the otherside.

“Just didn't want to interrupt anything.” You blushed and Bakugou’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He was so gonna get his ass handed to him when Bakugou gets out of here. “Anyway. So the rest of us were gonna go hit up the arcades. No sense in all of us sitting here waiting.”

You understood what he was saying, but it still sucked that you were going to miss out on some things. You were on a pretty tight schedule. Momo had made an itinerary with time limits for every place you were to visit so we could make it back to our agencies and start our new lives as official pro heroes.

“Yeah, yeah.” Bakugou waved his hand as if Kirishima could see it. “Just let us know if you go somewhere else so we know where to meet up when we finally get out of here.” Kirishima agreed and then it was just the two of you again. Alone.

You turned on your side with another sigh and picked up your phone. Nine O'clock. Hopefully maintenance will be here before noon. You decided to do some reading on your phone and Bakugou had wished he brought the current manga he was reading but like he knew he was going to be stuck in here. At least there was a little tv in there. He rarely watched television but maybe he could find something to pass the time.

“Do you mind?” Bakugou asked, shaking the remote in his hand. You told him it was okay and he started scrolling through the channels. Now he remembered why he doesn't watch tv. Not only does he think it’s a pointless waste of his time when he could be doing something more productive, the shows he flicked through were utterly ridiculous.

You heard Bakugou scoff at a show he was watching then heard him change the channel. He finally settled on a show that sounded like it had a lot of actions and things blowing up. Yep, that's perfect for him. You thought.

“Predictable.” Bakugou grunted as the movie ended. He looked down to see you had fallen asleep. You laid on your side facing the wall, your phone had fallen from your hands and lay in front of your face. Bakugou went to move it so you wouldn't roll over on it and noticed the screensaver wallpaper. It was a group class photo you had all taken the day you all graduated. Everyone had huge smiles on their faces, even he did. When he found you, he noticed you weren't even looking at the camera. You were looking off to the side at something with a big happy smile plastered on your face.

What are you looking at you lil idiot? He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked. He followed your gaze and saw that you were looking directly at him. In fact, after the picture was taken he remembered looking over at you and catching you looking at him. You said that you like having him around. Do you like him more than just friends? Did you like him just as much as he liked you?

You let out a little grunt and he watched your nose crinkle as you let out a little stretch. So fucking cute. Bakugou had to tell you how he felt about you soon. He couldn't keep up this just friends charade as he quietly pinned after you. He leaned in to smell your hair. He knew that was kind of a pervy move but he couldn't help it.

Just as expected, you smelled absolutely delicious. Sweet honeysuckle and apples. You stirred in your sleep again and he backed away. He laid back down on his side with a huff. He needed to get a grip. He thought he could sleep it off like you were, and when he woke up hopefully maintenance would be here to get them out.

When you awoke again, there was an intense heat against your back and something heavy over your hip. You looked down to see an arm draped around your waist. Your eyes flew open realizing Bakugou must have fallen asleep as well and somehow you both ended in this position.

“Bakugou.” You called softly. His arm moved tighter around your waist and you felt him nuzzle into the back of your neck.

“‘mega.” His hot lips ghosted over your skin making you shiver. Alpha your omega called out. You tried to wiggle out of his tight hold but all you managed to do was inadvertently grind your ass into his groin. And that's when you felt it. Something hard and stiff poking you in your ass.

“Bakugou!” You yelped.

“What? What’s wrong?” His alpha was already in protective mode at the sound of hearing his omega in distress. Finally, coming out of his sleep fogged mind, he saw what position he was in. He also noticed something else. His embarrassment had him jolting to sit up but he hit his head on the ceiling of the small place and fell to his back. “Fuck!”

Finally managing to calm himself and look at you, he apologized. You gave him that sweet smile of yours telling him “It happens I guess” with a small laugh. Fuck, this is harder than he thought it would be. It was so stuffy in the small space, both your scents mixing. Was it driving you crazy too? He wondered.

Bakugou reached above you to turn the fan on to circulate some air and cool it down. When he leaned in close, you got a really good whiff of him and clenched your legs. You also noticed his shirt was clinging to him. He was sweating badly. It was easy for him to sweat due to his quirk.

“You can take your shirt off if you want.” You saw the tips of his ears turn pink. “I mean, if you're that hot. It’s okay.” You explained. Bakugou wanted to. His shirt was sticking to him and getting uncomfortable. But he was hesitant. He was self conscious about his scars. After the war nobody, other than the doctors and Izuku, has seen him without a shirt. Y ou can show our omega.

Bakugou gripped the hem of his shirt but paused and swallowed hard. You turned around, your back facing him to give him what privacy you could. Your hands grabbed tightly at the sheets when you were hit with his strong sweet scent. You let out an audible gasp, hoping he didn't hear and your bottom lip was trembling.

“Kay.” Bakugou said so low you almost missed it. You turned around and he was now facing the wall but you still saw the scar on his back. It was scattered and jagged looking at the ends. A hole was punctured through his chest, through his heart. He was dead. The hero Edgeshot had basically made him an artificial heart to try to revive him but it was Bakugou’s quirk, his own sheer will and stubborn determination that brought him back.

You lifted your fingers to run along the rigid outlines of the scar as you looked at the many others that littered his body. You felt Bakugou’s body tense and you paused but when he didn't tell you to stop you continued. You traced his scars like you were connecting the dots on a star map.

“Bakugou, you can turn around.” You saw his shoulders tense up even more but he didnt move or say anything. “Katsuki? Can I please see you?” You heard him let out a long breath he didn't even know he was keeping in. He turned his head to look at you. His body soon followed. Your eyes widened at the huge scar over his chest. You knew it was bad but seeing it up close and in person like this was intense.

You slowly raised your hand to his chest to feel it but paused looking at him for permission. Katsuki nodded and you continued. This scar was more prominent and felt more thick. It was shiny and a light pink color against his subtle tanned colored skin.

“Does it hurt?” You asked. Katsuki cleared his throat. He was still in shock at him showing himself like this and at you for touching him so intimately.

“Sometimes I get phantom pains. But mostly the damn thing itches.” Katsuki studied your face closely and saw tears swell up in your eyes. “Gross huh?” He asked sarcastically. You shook your head no, shocking him yet again. You weren't grossed out by his ugly scar?

“It looks badass.” You said smiling. “Just goes to show what a tough alpha you are. You literally died and came back to kick ass.” Katsuki’s chest puffed after hearing that. Omega thinks we’re tough.

“Then why are you crying?” He asked. You hadn't even noticed that you were. You swallowed and took a deep breath to calm yourself. This wasn't supposed to get so emotional.

“We lost so many people. I thought we lost you too. Thought I had lost you before-” your voice trailed off and you took another deep breath as you turned your head away from him. Katsuki moved to hold your hand which had stopped moving and was now firmly placed over his heart. You could feel the muscle beating hard under your hand. It was a feeling you never wanted to lose.

“Before what?” His voice was raspy and soft.

“Before I had the chance to tell you how I felt about you.” You gulped.

“How do you feel about me?” Katsuki asked, moving in closer, his hand still holding yours. If you confessed first, maybe it’ll be easier to tell you how he felt for you. You found yourself breathing heavier as Katsuki’s scent grew stronger. Did he know he was pushing such a potent scent?

“When I saw you fall to the ground I-” you sniffled and Katsuki wiped a tear away with a thumb from his other hand. “I thought I would never get to see you smile again, to hear you argue with Izuku, to have you make us the delicious meals you always do.” You tried to calm yourself by taking a deep breath just to swallow the sweet taste of Katsuki.

When you closed your eyes to try to gather your composure, the unexpected happened. Katsuki’s hand that was cupping your cheek moved the back of your head and pulled you forward and his searing hot lips met yours. Katsuki swallowed your moans as his hand moved down your waist to pull you closer, laying down pulling you with him. When you both pulled away needing air, you took a second looking at each other.

“I love you Katsuki.” You finally admitted.

Katsuki growled as his hand around your waist pulled you even closer so that your body was now flush with his. A leg snaked in between yours as he began peppering your face with kisses.

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much. I have for a long time now.” He was leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck as he confessed. It felt so good to finally tell you and it felt even better knowing you felt the same.

A loud rumble came from deep within his chest as you gently pulled the tufts of hair at the back of his head and then scratched right behind his ear. His alpha was happy. Your omega was content. But they each wanted more. Katsuki’s alpha wanted to mark you. Your omega wanted him to claim you. You both wanted that bond that would hold you together for the rest of your lives.

Katsuki continued to swallow your moans as a hot hand grabbed your ass pulling you as close as possible. With his knee between your legs, he positioned it just right for you to grind against.

“My omega.” He groaned into your mouth as he felt your slick through your shorts and his thin jogger shorts he usually slept in. Katsuki’s body usually ran hotter than most but you wouldn't be surprised if you saw steam rising from his skin. He jerked your hips back and forth helping you get closer.

“Alpha.” You whimpered into his chest as your release came crashing over you in waves.

“Shh,” Katsuki hushed you, placing kisses at your temple, “just ride it out sweetheart.”

Coming down from your high you steadied your breathing but felt your omega was scratching at your skull. She wanted more. No, she needed more. Omega wanted her alpha’s knot. She wanted Alpha's claim mark.

“Alpha please.” You whined as you clawed at Katsuki’s chest. Another loud rumble came from him knowing his omega wanted him. What he wouldn't do to have you riding on top of him right now. Or have your ass up so he could plow into you. Give you exactly what your omega’s wanting. There was no space for that here, plus, he wanted to take his first time with you slowly. He wants to watch your face when he pleasures you. He wanted to look into your eyes and tell you over and over again how much he loves you as he watches you cum.

“Roll over and take your shorts off.” His raspy voice whispered against your lips then he slipped his off. Katsuki was now completely naked and all you still had on was your small tank top. He snaked a hand between your thighs feeling your wetness. He brought his hand to his mouth to taste you and moaned. Holy fuck, he’ll definitely have to taste more of you once you both leave here. Or fuck it, maybe they’ll spend the rest of the week in here.

He placed a hand under your thigh to lift your leg. You were so slicked up and he was so hard and stiff it didn't take much effort to slide right in your tight hole. He growled at how tight you were already clenching around him.

“Relax omega.” He said, kissing your cheek. His other hand was under your shoulders holding you against him. You whimpered again as you felt him stretching you out. Fuck, he was huge but you wouldnt think any different of it from an alpha like Katsuki. “That’s it. Just like that.” His hot breath fanned across your face.

Katsuki was moving at a very slow pace, letting you get adjusted to him. He got the hint to move faster when you started pushing back into him. He’d pull out til his mushroom head would catch on just the tip of your entrance and then slam back in where it would hit your cervix. You could feel every ridge and huge vein that tugged along your walls. You wish you could see it. You wanted to watch as he slid in and out of you. You bet his cock was as beautiful as he was.

Katsuki felt your walls clenching tighter around him and he knew you were close. He kept your leg propped up with his knee and he used his hand to rub on your sensitive nub.

“Katsuki, please.” You mewled into his arm under you. What you were begging for you hadn't the slightest idea.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He cooed in your ear.

“Knot, please. I need alpha's knot.”

Katsuki growled as his thrusts got harder and faster.

“You want me to fill you up and breed you good?” Katsuki pounded harder and licked at the scent gland on your neck. His canines ached at how bad he wanted to sink his teeth in and claim you. “Want my knot to plug you up? Is that what my ‘mega wants? Hmm?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cried as you came. Katsuki could feel your slick soaking the bed roll underneath and you were strangling his cock. He watched as you bared your neck to him and couldn't hold back anymore. He sucked on your gland then bit down hard making you scream out. “Alpha!”

Katsuki couldn't stop cumming, he had so much to give you. You whimpered at the feeling of his knot inflating and he let go of your neck with a loud wet smack.

“It’s okay omega.” He tried to comfort you by pushing his scent. He knew he was big to begin with and his knot probably didn't help much. “Hey sweetheart, look at me.” When you turned your head to look at Katsuki, he swallowed your whines. Finally, when you started to feel more at ease, he bared his neck to you.

This was it. This was the moment you would be connected forever. He claimed you moments ago but without you returning the claim, the bond wouldn't fully take. You didn't think twice as a hand pulled his head closer and you sunk your teeth into his gland. The taste of iron and caramel filling your senses. This is absolutely what you wanted since you met him your first year, you just didn't know it yet.

There was always a powerful connection between the two of you, there was no denying that. That’s probably why your omega almost dropped when you thought Katsuki died, when he had died. The bond wasn't even official, yet your omega was mourning her mate.

Lapping at the small trickle of blood on his neck, your nose nuzzled under his chin. Katsuki sighed at feeling that you were content and happy. With the bond, you could now feel each other's emotions.

“I love you.” His breath was still a bit ragged as he slowly calmed down. You mumbled that you loved him too. He could feel you meant it, not that he ever doubted it. “Move in with me,” he said suddenly. You jerked your head around to look at him.

“Really?” You asked. Katsuki could feel your heart beating faster. You weren't nervous though, you were excited.

“Yeah,” he said, nipping at the bottom of your lip. “Our agencies are only forty five minutes apart. We can take the train together. Get home at the same time. I could make us a good dinner then we could cuddle up on the couch in front of a fire.” Katsuki was picturing it all in his mind. His hand rubbed over your stomach, imagining it round with his pups.

He never used to think of these things but after the war he made a promise to never take anything for granted. He was given a second chance and he was going to cherish every moment with you.

“Okay.” You said with a big smile.

“Yeah?” His smile matching yours.

“Yes, yes!” You said giggling.

Katsuki peppered your face with small kisses. “I sure know how to get you screaming ‘yes’ don't I?” He teased.

There was a knock at the door jarring you both from your blissed state announcing that maintenance was there. It wasn't long and he had you both out. The smell of both your scents and sex had the beta reeling back covering his nose. You both washed up and gathered your things and then met outside and waited for the others to show up.

When the van pulled up to the hotel, Kirishima was the first one out. A huge grin plastered on his face at seeing Katsuki’s arms draped over your shoulders. It got even bigger when he was close enough to see your matching claim marks. When he got closer, Katsuki slugged him in the arm even though it didn't even phase the big guy.

“That’s for tricking me.” Katsuki said with no real heat behind his words.

“You're welcome,” Kirishima said with a bright toothy grin.

The rest of your classmates came over and told you about the arcades and how they visited the karaoke bar. Katsuki could feel you deflate before you could say anything. He looked at you to find your eyes downcast as Momo talked about going to the next place.

“I think we’re going to do some exploring on our own.” Katsuki said, grabbing ahold of your hands. Those who were still oblivious understood when they looked at you both.

“Kacchan.” Katsuki looked to see Izuku smiling.

“Shuddup,” the blonde simply stated.

Katsuki would use his own money to call a taxi and take you to the karaoke bars where he listened to your beautiful voice and then he took you to the arcades where he totally didn't get mad when you beat him at a game. It was worth it for him getting to see you smile and hearing your laugh.

This was only the beginning of his courtship with you. Not only had he promised All Might, Edgeshot and others that he would never live a day taken for granted, he had also made that promise to himself. And now to you.

Katsuki stood a few feet away watching as you danced your little heart out on the machine. You were laughing as you missed some arrows, in fact you sucked at this game but he would watch you everyday if it meant you were happy. When the song ended, you trotted over to Katsuki where he handed you a bottle of water. You gulped it down, not once looking away from his eyes.

For the next couple hours, you both walked around aimlessly with no particular destination in mind. Katsuki remembered everything that caught your eye and made a mental note. As you stood at the corner waiting for your ride, he caught the reflection of the both of you in a window. Damn, you looked so perfect together, he thought.

He looked down at your hands, fingers intertwined, and wondered what they’d look like with a ring on them. He wondered what it would sound like, you taking his name. Maybe by this time next year he’ll find out. He’s sure you’ll say yes.

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