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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.8k💠 Released: April 15, 2024

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NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: This chapter gets kind of intense y'all so...you have been warned. (I'm trynna get in my angst bag a little, ok? I'm tryin' somethin new)

C.W: TRIGGER WARNING! Angst (nothing really dark though), illegal drugs mentioned, mentions of date rape/sexual assault, reader has a seizure, "Rape Kit" (Sexual Assault Forensic Exam) Mentioned, Best Friend Keisuke Baji is supportive!!!

9; Pain 疼痛

Later That Night

You're in a familiar setting, sitting comfortably in the back of Shuji's car with soft music in the back, one arm wrapped around you while the other holds his cigarette. He went and took you to another scenic area near a public park, but there's no one else around, just the two of you here.

"The sky looks so pretty." You murmur blissfully, staring out of the window. Shuji lets out an airy, short chuckle, taking a quick drag. "You say that every time we're like this."

You raise a brow for a second, surprised that he had made such an observation. "I probably do. I really like the night sky." You hum with a little shrug. "Why?" He mumbles softly.

"Why? Mmm, I guess I just really love space. I love the stars, the moon; it reminds me of how vast the world is. There's so much more up there. If I could, I'd definitely go to space to see what it's like." You ramble in a dreamy tone, eyes glued to the radiant stars and half moon up in the sky.

"That seems like fun. I'd wanna see Jupiter." He says.

"Because of the storms, right?! I know!" You beam, getting randomly excited.

"But you know what's crazy? There's still so much about earth we don't even know. Like we barely know anything about the ocean." He says with a curious tone.

"Oh my gosh, facts. The abyss fish are kinda scary too!" You nod.

"Abyss fish?" He chuckles with a raised brow.

"Yeah, that's what I call 'em. Who really takes the time to figure out all their real names?" You giggle.

"Oh, I thought you meant like a specific fish called the abyss fish." He laughs.

The two of you laugh together for a little while before falling into another moment of tranquil silence.

"You know, I'm actually glad I left that event with you." You sigh, breaking the silence.

"Really?" He asks in a knowing tone.

"Mhm." You nod. "Even though you stress me out, I...really do like being around you." You admit, tone soft and just a little bit shy. The corner of Shuji's lips tilt upwards at your words.

"Well look at you finally being honest." He chuckles, leaning over for a kiss that makes your heart flutter in your chest. His tongue skillfully works its way past your lips, his free hand pulling you closer. You both pull away just a little after a moment, two small smiles on each of your faces.

"Could I...be more honest then?" You ask hesitantly, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Definitely be more honest, angel." He nods with a lustful glint in his eyes. You pull your dress up as far as it could go, then carefully sit yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Shuji's hand rests low on your hip, the other putting out his cigarette against the little ash tray to the right of him.

"I want you; and I don't wanna wait till we get to your place." You confess softly, looking him right in the eyes.

"I'm all yours, pretty girl." He answers, his hand reaching towards the spaghetti straps tied into a bow at the back of your neck. His words give you all kinds of butterflies throughout your stomach. If only he really was yours, then the looming weight of knowing this thing between you two would eventually end would be long gone.

Your lips meet his as he pulls the string of your halter, letting down the entire top half of your dress. A soft moan slips past your lips, vibrating against his as your own hands get to work, impatiently reaching for the buttons of his top.

The Next Day

You had received a surprising text from your mom early this afternoon, wanting to talk to you face to face for once after her 3pm meeting. You already knew deep down what this was about. It was time for her "review" of how you did during the event last night. Honestly you've been shitting bricks in the past few hours before you'd have to go and meet her, praying to God she didn't find out you snuck off with Shuji.

But unfortunately, that was exactly what she wanted to talk about...

"There was a toast held at the end of the event, but I didn't see you with Ken. Now that I think about it, I barely saw you with Ken at all last night. Then at one point you were just nowhere to be found altogether."

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. She knows...

"Remember, I had sent a text saying I got a migraine?" You ask shakily, cursing at yourself for the way you looked so nervous...so obvious. Her expression stays stony, she didn't believe you for a second.

"Is that why you were running like crazy out of the back of the mansion, and with some boy on top of that?" She questions knowingly, folding her hands over her dark wood desk.

You could feel the color leave your face as her words ring and echo throughout your mind. "Ma, he's just a friend." You assure. How did she even see you guys leave together?!

"I bet he is, Y/N." The way she says your name makes you flinch. There was not an ounce of affection in her tone. "Have you been sleeping with him?" She interrogates, her eyes on fire with anger.

Every question she asks she obviously already knows the answer to, so what's the point in even trying to lie? If you say no you'll just piss her off even more. At this point your bags might as well already be packed and waiting outside of your dorm with the suite key resting right on top.

"I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, your eyes already starting to blur with tears. Your face feels so hot, and your heart is pounding against your chest. Your mom let's out a dry chuckle, shaking her head as she looks down at her hands.

"I can't even look at you right now. Have you lost your mind?!" She seethes, still shaking her head in disappointment. Your heart clenches in your chest at her harsh words. You wanted to argue, maybe yell and tell her off, but you couldn't. The embarrassment of being caught, and by your mother of all people, is eating you alive.

"Help me understand something, are you here to dance or are you here to just fool around and sleep with whoever you feel like?" She asks bitterly, finally looking up at you. Now that one cut deep. Your brows couldn't help but furrow slightly in offense. What's she trying to say, you're not putting in any work and just running around campus whoring it up?!

"I'm here to dance." You respond, your voice shaking with too many high intensity emotions swirling around at a time. "That's not what it seemed like last night-

"Ma, you aren't even ever around me to see how much work I do." You cut in, trying to keep your tone as respectful as possible, "I-..I don't wanna be with Ken." You finally admit. A single rapid tear falls down your cheek as you look up at your mom with pleading eyes. "I don't care about him! I can still do great in school without having to be with him-

"We've already been through why the two of you need to stay together!" She yells over you. You jump at her tone, eyes going wide. She's never yelled at you like this before, not ever.

"You are supposed to be perfect, do you hear me?! I told you what would happen if I caught you fooling around-

"Ma!"

"No, you're done, Y/N! You're not gonna waste my time and money messing around all through college-

"But I'm not! I haven't even failed a single class!" You throw your hands up exasperatedly.

"But you missed one! And I'm pretty sure it wasn't because of a "migraine"." She chides. How did she even know that...?

"I-..missing one class and failing a class isn't the same thing! You literally said last night I'm one of the top dancers at this school! Ma, you really thought in the whole four years of me being here that I wouldn't eventually meet someone I actually like over Ken?! I can't help how I feel about someone!" You rant through frustrated tears, not even registering the fact that you went and verbally acknowledged that you have genuine feelings for Shuji. "I just don't understand why I have to be with Ken specifically in order to be perfect or successful! I can do this without him! He's the one falling apart! Why isn't he here?!"

"Ken isn't the one causing problems! Ken was exactly where he was supposed to be last night, and Ken doesn't complain about why he needs to be with you!" She argues.

You let out a puff of frustrated air, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. What the hell does it matter if I wasn't at the last few moments of the donor event?! You're pretty sure Mr. Fujioka is not having a heart attack and freaking out over the fact that one person happened to not be there for the toast. Ken is so lucky you aren't the throw folks under the bus type, because if you wanted to you could air him out right to both of your parents. You're over here taking the full heat when he's not even in the clear himself. He should be standing here right next to you.

"I'm telling you Y/N, if I catch you with that boy or any other boy that isn't Ken again, you're packing your bags, do you understand?" She threatens, her tone low and as serious as it gets. You look to the side angrily, opting for a simple head nod and short "Yes" before making your way out of her office.

You'd wandered off around campus, finding a secluded spot in the dance department staircase near the girls locker room way in the back hallway, crying to yourself pitifully with your head resting on your knees. You put your phone on 'do not disturb', not wanting to be bothered by anyone's text or calls or social media notifications.

Almost a bit over thirty minutes had gone by with you sitting there sulking on the steps, until the sensation of someone patting your right shoulder startled you. You jump, letting out a mix between a yelp and a deep gasp as you look up.

A familiar face is sitting on the stairs next to you, but there's no name you could begin to even think of to attach to it. You look him over with a scrutinizing gaze, eyes trailing down from his medium length hair, black framed glasses, and those dirty converse sneakers.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You seemed down so I figured I'd come and comfort you." The guy shrugs with a small smile. Your heart instantly sinks to your feet. This was that same exact guy from the water fountain a hot minute ago! The uneasy feeling you'd felt from back then was back with full force, sitting on your shoulders like weights.

"Uhhh, thanks. I-I was kinda hoping I could actually be left alone for a while though..." You answer cautiously yet too emotionally exhausted to really shield the annoyance in your tone. "Oh, I understand. But, I also wanted to tell you that you had left your water bottle in the hallway the last time I saw you; so I thought I'd hand it back to you." He chuckles awkwardly, revealing your bright pink water bottle from behind him.

Wait, what?

The cogs immediately start turning in your head. You were a thousand percent sure you didn't leave your water bottle, and in the hallway of all places?! You have a few other water bottles in different colors, so sometimes it can be a little hard to keep up with which one you have at a time...but never have you ever left an item just sitting in a hallway.

"Oh, thank you. I...guess I didn't even realize I'd lost it." You answer apprehensively with an awkward chuckle, slowly taking the bottle from him as you wipe some of the left over tears off your cheeks.

"No problem! I filled it up with water and everything; good as new." He beams, gesturing towards the bottle. It was indeed filled all the way to the brim, ice cold, just as you like it...

"I see." You say softly, lifting the rubber straw and taking a few big sips just to cool off from the argument you had earlier. "Uuum, to be honest I feel bad 'cause I can't really remember what your name was." You give him an apologetic smile.

"Fumihiro Miyagawa. My name's kind of easy to forget, huh?" He jokes awkwardly.

"No no, I just-..I can just be forgetful sometimes; I'm sorry." You stammer, trying not to offend him any further.

"It's alright, I understand." He shrugs, adjusting his glasses. Then the two of you fall into a deep silence, making your skin crawl.

"Uhh, well do you have any classes today?" You ask, feeling more uncomfortable by the silence than when he speaks.

"No, I'm free all day today. That's why I was able to come find you." He replies pleasantly. The words "come find you" didn't sit well for some reason. You weren't in a very conspicuous spot, as this staircase just leads up to an equipment room near the girls locker room. How'd he even think to come search over here?

Then there's the night you ran into this guy in the first place. He was by the girls locker room that time too. It's not like it would make sense, as the mens' locker room is on the whole opposite side of the hallway, down by the entrance of the dance department building. It was separated for the purpose of keeping everyone safe.

Safe....yeah that's the word. You don't feel safe around him.

"Oh ok." You nod slowly, "Are you also a dance major?"

"Me?! No no, I'm the epitome of ungraceful; nothing like you." He chuckles, giving you a sharp chill that went down your spine. You chuckle a little in response, though it came out slightly forced and extremely stiff. That last part didn't really sit right, nor was it flattering.

Nothing like me...

What does he mean nothing like you?

Wait wait, let's not jump to conclusions...

"Well, I should probably get going." You state before standing up and taking another few sips from your water bottle, "Thanks again for bringing back my bottle, uh, Miyagawa." You smile politely with a short wave goodbye, not even bothering to wait for his response as you make your way out of the now creepy staircase.

You head out of the dance department building and decide to just take a little mind-calming walk around campus before heading back to your dorm suite. It was ironically a very sunny, clear skied day, the complete opposite of how you were feeling.

"Maybe I could see what Kei's doing..." You whisper to yourself. It's been a good while since the last time you got to talk to Keisuke, and it wasn't for the best of reasons. It would be good to have some time with a trusted friend. You whip out your phone, sending him a quick "Imu🥺 let's hang" text.

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 I was literally just thinkin bout u kid!!! I'm hangin by the lil fountain statue thingy near the gym wit some friends Come thru

Y/N Yaaaay🥹 I'm omw 🏃🏾‍♀️

You smile to yourself, placing your phone back in your pocket as you head over to the fountain by the gym. It's about eight minutes away from the dance department where you'd just come from, so it's not really a hike.

You take another sip of water from your bottle, rubbing your left eye with your other hand. "What the-..." You trail off, brows furrowing in heavy confusion.

What the hell was up with your vision? You slow your walking to a stop in the middle of the pavement, trying to rub your eyes without making them hurt from the pressure. After a bit of rubbing you just shake it off, assuming maybe it was just an oncoming headache or something and continue on to meet up with Keisuke.

It was the three of them hanging by the fountain, Keisuke, Hanma, and Kazutora. Keisuke was the second to spot you stumbling around a few feet away. Hanma had moved so fast Kei didn't even realize what the hell was his problem until he noticed you, and Kazutora was completely lost as he's the only one who doesn't know you.

"Hey. What the hell is goin' on with you?!" Shuji asks, more to himself than to you as you nearly collapse to the ground. Had he come even seconds later you would have fallen over right on the ground.

"Heeeey?" You mutter, brows furrowing, looking at him like you were trying to recognize who he was. Keisuke trails behind, finally coming up to you with his eyes filled with concern.

"What happened? Are you alright?!" He questions.

"I-I feel-...I feel like-..." You stutter, seemingly forgetting your sentence after the first two to three words every time you attempt to answer.

"Hey, is she ok? Did she faint?" Kazutora comes in last, looking you over.

There was a trail of your things leading to where you'd nearly collapsed, your phone a few feet away, and your water bottle sitting in the grass right next to the pavement.

"Hot. 'S hot..." You groan. It really was hot, like, excruciatingly hot. Then abruptly, you frown, weakly pushing yourself out of Shuji's arms. "Go 'way..." You mutter, barely able to keep yourself upright. "Whooooooaaaaa!" You outburst loudly, looking all around you with wide eyes. Everything looked particularly vibrant, but it was somehow kind of slowly spinning...or twisting? Maybe both. It was making you feel nauseous. Keisuke, Shuji, and Kazutora all exchange the same looks of realization.

"Should I call an ambulance?! Maybe we should get her to the hospital or something." Keisuke says worriedly. With a slurred "K bye" you attempt to walk off down the sidewalk, immediately toppling over.

"Hey hey hey! Hold on!" Shuji grabs you once again, this time picking you up in his arms to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

"Oooo! You-...you're so strong." You slur with a girly giggle, placing your hands over your cheeks with a wide smile.

"She's out of it." He shakes his head, looking at you with a frown.

"Let's take her to the hospital." Kazutora says, going and grabbing your phone and water bottle. Keisuke grabs his keys instantly, Shuji and Kazutora following close behind him as they head to the parking lot. "I feel sooooo nice." You hum blissfully, laying your head lazily against Shuji's chest.

"Shhh, don't talk." Shuji commands softly. The deep tone of his voice makes a sudden sensual chill go down your spine. "Mmmm, you're beautiful." You compliment, looking up at him with heavily lustful eyes. "I wanna have sex." You add flirtatiously with another giggle. Both Keisuke and Kazutora's mouths drop in astonishment, looking at you like you grew two more heads..

"What did you take?!" Shuji questions, looking down at you utterly bewildered. You stay quiet for a moment, then randomly...you black out, your entire body going limp in Shuji's arms.

You were out for a bit over two minutes before you jolt awake just as the guys made it to Keisuke's car. Soft, fearful whimpers escape your dry-feeling lips, looking around frantically as you didn't recognize where you were. "I-I'm scared! I'm scared!"

"I'm right here angel, I got you. We're gonna get you to the hospital, ok?" Shuji says softly, holding you close as he gets into the back. Kazutora stays up front with Keisuke.

"You think she might've gotten drugged?" Kazutora asks Kei in a hushed tone, looking over the water bottle you were carrying with a skeptical gaze. "Definitely. Nothing else makes sense." Keisuke answers instantly. He speeds out of the lot like a bat out of hell, using one hand on the steering wheel while the other searches up the fastest route to the nearest hospital on google maps.

You weren't conscious for too long, only a few short minutes of feeling nothing but pure anxiousness before you blacked out yet again.

"She keeps passing out." Shuji says worriedly, adjusting you to keep your head from falling back in a weird way. Then, practically giving him a heart attack, your body starts convulsing. His eyes go wide, nearly dropping you onto the seat of the car from the way your body's jerking so violently. "Y/N! Y/N!?" He calls out to you, but he honestly had zero clue what to do, too scared to do anything else in fear it might make things worse.

"Oh my god, she's havin' a seizure!" Kazutora gasps, looking back from the front passenger seat.

"Are you serious?! What the hell is going on?!" Keisuke facepalms.

"Hurry the fuck up, Baji!" Shuji shouts frantically.

"I'm going as fast as I can! We're gonna get pulled over if I go any faster!" 1 Hour Later

It was like a blur, everything that had happened. Just as Keisuke said, he was pulled over by the cops. He realized then it was stupid not to just call an ambulance, but thankfully, the police gave him an escort, letting him drive as fast as needed to get you to the hospital.

Once you all arrived they quickly took you back to the ER, leaving the three of them out in the waiting area to be questioned by the police. Kazutora, Shuji, and Keisuke alike all realized how bad of a look this probably was. Three guys with one girl who happens to be the only one drugged. Kazutora's questioning was the shortest, as he's just now meeting you therefore didn't have too much information on the matter. Next up was Keisuke.

"I'm her best friend. We go to the same school. The only reason I even found her like this was 'cause she had texted that she wanted to meet up and come hang with me." Keisuke explains calmly.

"So who are these guys?" The officer who's badge shows his name is Kimura asks.

"They're my friends. They were already with me when Y/N texted me. We were by our campus's water fountain outside."

"You ever want to be more than friends with her?" The officer questions bluntly.

"No, she's like family to me. She has a boyfriend already anyways." Kei shakes his head.

"And where's her boyfriend? That him?" Officer Kimura nods his head towards Shuji who happened to be carrying her inside the hospital.

"No no, her boyfriend's Ken Ryuguji. He also goes to our school, but he wasn't with her when she came to see me."

"Hm, alright. That's enough for now." Kimura nods.

Keisuke sighs exasperatedly, going back to his seat in the waiting room as the officer calls up Shuji next. With a tired huff, Shuji makes his way over to the officer standing by the hallway that the nurses had previously taken you down on a stretcher.

"I'm just gonna ask a few questions, alright?" Officer Kimura begins. "Are you close with the victim?"

Something about the officer calling you a victim made Shuji's heart sink to his feet. "...Kind of." He says wearily.

"I'll need something more specific than kind of. What's kind of?" Officer Kimura presses.

"We're close." He answers shortly.

"Friends?" The officer raises a brow.

"Yeah." Shuji sighs. He genuinely wasn't sure how to answer that question yet just went with friends as to keep things simple.

"Has there ever been a point you were more than friends? Ever dated before or thought about it?"

Shuji's jaw clenches in annoyance, already knowing where the officer was going with those questions.

"We're just friends." He clarifies again, his tone coming across a bit more sharp than he intended.

"Alright. Have you noticed anyone suspicious around her?" He asks, changing topics.

Shuji thinks for a second, but can't really think of any particular person. Usually when you're with him it's literally just the two of you, so there's never really a moment where other people are around.

"No." He answers, then pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Wait..."

I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared.

It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...

"No wait. I-...she once told me about some guy that asked her on a date. She said she was really uncomfortable 'cause he wasn't letting go of her hand or something. But, that was weeks ago now." Shuji explains.

"Did she say anything else about him? His appearance? Where she met him?" Officer Kimura asks.

Shit...he couldn't remember all those tiny details. But for you, he'd do anything to remember every last bit.

"I think she said a water fountain was where he came up to her. She was about to go to dance practice, so she was in the dance department."

"Alright, that's good enough for now. Your friend brought the water bottle she had with her to the hospital. We have the nurses taking a sample and testing for any drugs in the water bottle, but it can be assumed that it was highly likely a date rape drug. We can't really investigate any further without the victim's consent though." Kimura informs.

Date rape drug....

Those three words from the officer's mouth rings loudly like alarm bells in Shuji's mind. "Wait, what?"

"Date rape drugs are popular as they have no scent or color, and most can easily dissolve into drinks going almost completely undetected." He adds. Shuji's heart sinks to his chest. All he can manage is a short head nod in response, feeling too sick to his stomach to give any sort of verbal reply.

"Depending on what kind of drug is in her system, it may take a while before any of you can see her. I'd stock up on snacks to hold you guys off if you're gonna stay till she wakes up." Officer Kimura suggests, giving Shuji an apologetic look and pat on the shoulder before heading over to his colleagues standing near the front desk of the hospital.

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It was so bright when your eyes finally fluttered open. Off white colored walls, and two women you couldn't recognize for the life of you. Once the brightness settled down a bit you could finally take in what was going on, and where you were.

"Y/N? Hi, you've been unconscious for some time. My name is Dr. Chen." A short haired brunette woman states with a soft smile, leaning over you. She's a nurse, you finally conclude, and the second woman was as well. The second nurse seems to be checking out your vitals on the annoying beeping machine. The beeps came around in fairly long spaced intervals, worrying you a little.

"W-what happened?" You ask wearily. Oof, you felt so nauseous.

"Unfortunately, we found a substantial amount of GHB in your system." She explains with an apologetic tone.

"What?!" Your heart sinks in your chest. You had zero clue what GHB meant, but clearly it didn't sound good. "What is that?"

"Gamma hydroxybutyrate, it's an illegal drug. It was mixed into your water bottle you were carrying with you today." Dr. Chen clarifies.

Your brows furrow in deep confusion, then a sudden heavy feeling of anxiousness washes over you as you realize you don't know what she's talking about.

"W-what water bottle? I don't-...I've never taken drugs. I don't have anything illegal-

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble with the police. We can begin a more thorough investigation with your con-

"Investigation?! W-What's going on?!" You ramble fearfully, your monitor to the right of you showing your heart rate starting to spike. Immediately your chest rises and falls rapidly, starting to hyperventilate as your memories seem damn near void. You couldn't remember anything from today, not even the shortest glimpse.

"Please, try to stay calm. It's normal not to remember anything, as that's one of the major effects of this drug. We're going to take this one step at a time." Dr. Chen assures in a calming tone.

Your vision blurs as involuntary hot tears start streaming down your face.

"Are you feeling any pain anywhere? Any pain around your lower body?"

It didn't go unnoticed by you the way she specifically inquired about your lower body being in pain. "N-no. I don't think I really feel anything right now." You answer shakily, attempting to stay calm but the fact that you were on some kind of drug and could barely feel your body just made everything ten times worse.

"Do your muscles feel tired? Relaxed? It's normal if your feeling fatigued."

Your brows furrow again, unable to keep up with her words even though it wasn't even much that she said. All of this was just too overwhelming.

"You're alright. Take as much time as you need to respond." She soothes. "For now there's no pain, yes?"

"Mhm." You nod as a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"Ok good. You have three friends here that have been waiting for you to wake up. Do you feel ready to see them?" Dr. Chen asks.

"Friends?"

"Yes, they're the ones that brought you here. Would you feel comfortable with seeing maybe just one at a time?" She suggests.

You nod hesitantly, not sure at all who these three friends are.

"Ok." She nods, then heads out of the room with the other nurse trailing behind her with a clipboard. A few minutes go by of silence, before finally someone walks in.

"Hey kid. You alright?"

You gasp, the tears you had went and wiped away restarting all over again. "Kei!" You sob, breaking down as he comes over and gives you an affectionate hug. It hurt you that you could barely manage to just raise your arms a little to wrap around him, still too drugged up to function.

"I'm scared..." You murmur weakly into his royal blue shirt.

"I know, me too, but you're gonna be alright." He comforts, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know what happened to me."

"You were drugged by someone. They put something in your water bottle you had with you; things got pretty bad for a second." He explains a bit vaguely, pulling away from the hug to go and sit on your little hospital bed. Keisuke didn't really want to go into too much detail about what happened to you just in case it might scare you even more.

"All I know is, you were literally on your way to come meet up with me by the fountain near the gym on campus and like...you just collapsed. Or well Hanma caught you but, had he not seen it, you would've went straight down." He adds softly.

"Ha-hanma?"

"Yeah, he's here too. I didn't know you knew him." Kei states with his brows furrowed. "He was really freakin' out about you, I was...shocked. I've never seen him like that."

"Is Ken here too?" You ask wearily. If Ken's here and sees Shuji it'll definitely be a problem, and you absolutely did not have the energy to deal with that situation.

"Uh no actually, it's just me, Hanma, and my friend Kazutora. You don't know him yet though."

"Thank God..." You sigh, a wave of relief washing over you at that. "How long have I been here? What day is it?"

"It hasn't been that long, like a few hours now. It's still Tuesday." He assures.

"Oh, Tuesday..." You nod slowly. It bothered you that you couldn't even remember at least what day it is. Would any memories of today even come back once the drug has fully left your system? You doubted it.

"Do you wanna see Hanma now? I can go get 'em?" Kei offers. "Cause...he really wants to see you." He adds, sounding shocked by his own words.

Before you could give a response, Dr. Chen walks back in, coming over to you on the other side of the hospital bed by the vitals monitor.

"I'm sorry, but could you give us one second? You can come back in or have another friend come in after, but I have a few personal questions for Y/N." Dr. Chen says politely.

"Yeah, yeah for sure. I'll be back, alright?" Kei says softly, giving you a friendly pat on your arm before heading out of the room. You frown watching him leave, heartbeat pounding just a bit harder as the anxiousness you were previously feeling starts to settle back in.

"GHB is a very common drug known as a date rape drug. We believe you may have been sexually assaulted."

Your blood runs cold all through your system, eyes going wide in terror. You we too frozen to even speak, it was like your mind was refusing to process and accept that. The fact that you couldn't even remember anything made it worse. You couldn't tell if this really happened or not, and if no memories come back, you really may never know.

"I'm truly very sorry about this." She states somberly with a heavy sigh. "So, Y/N, there's a few steps we could take depending on what you wanna do. The first option is a forensic exam where we can test for any STI's, pregnancy, sexual assault evidence, injuries, and things like that that can help you. For example, the water bottle your friend brought to the police is how we found where the drug came from. That's a great piece of evidence. We can also, with your consent, collect clothing items, as well as do some bodily tests for any other evidence should you choose to go forward with a police investigation." She explains slowly, her tone professional yet kind.

"The next option is that we can keep everything strictly confidential. No information will be released to the police if that's what you choose is the way you want to go. The only information they have about this is what they found out from your friends after they were questioned. They were pulled over while taking you here, so naturally the police wanted to ask them a few questions." She adds.

"But, if I don't tell the police anything, they won't figure out who did this, right?" You ask weakly.

"That's right, there'll be no investigation if you choose to keep this confidential." Dr. Chen nods.

"I'll-...I'll do the test then." You reply hesitantly.

"Ok, we'll get you started with that soon. You'll need to sign a few documents just giving your consent before we begin the process. In the meantime would you like for one of your friends to come back again? You can let them know what's going on if you feel comfortable." She suggests.

You simply nod in response, too busy trying to hold back the tears currently beginning to blur your vision.

"Alright." She gives you a small smile, then makes her way out of the room. As soon as she's gone you burst into light sobs, too weak to even wipe your own tears.

How did this happen....?

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Dang y'all...it got so dramatic. But I hope you guys enjoyed! BIG BOY BAJI IS A REAL ONE OK!!! Real best friend vibes!!! (Kazutora's real too)

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 5.1k💠 Released: March 20, 2024

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NOTE: I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter! I really want to focus on making this story a nice balance between smut and also having a genuine plot which honestly makes this one a bit hard. But I'm glad to see y'all are liking it anyways❤︎

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6; Fatigue 疲劳

You wake up the next morning completely sore, everything was aching, reminding you of the intense events of last night. Hanma is fast asleep, laying with an arm lazily slung around your waist, the majority of your body on top of his.

The both of you looked tangled together, from the way your legs intertwined to the way the sheets wrapped around different limbs oddly. Y'all had knocked each other the hell out.

You let out a small, tired moan, attempting to move out of his grasp so you could check the time. Where did you even leave your phone? Thanks to the literal entanglement you were in, you couldn't move at all without potentially waking him up. You pursed your lips, feeling a little bad that you'd have to bother him, he looks so peaceful, cute even, while sleeping. His hair hanging lazily over his forehead, expression completely calm, and his chest slowly rises and falls in a steady rhythm. You catch yourself staring, blinking a few times as you snap yourself out of it.

Let's not forget you do still have a boyfriend...

"Hanma..." You mutter, much too soft for him to hear. You try again, this time nudging his shoulder a bit. He stirs but doesn't really wake up fully, tightening his hold around you as he turns on his side. "Oh, no!" You whisper, trying not to laugh. Now he has you smushed to his chest, his legs weighing over top of yours.

"Hanma! Uh uh, you gotta wake up. My legs!" You finally crack, giggling a little as you shake his shoulder. He groans opening one eye a bit, looking down at you.

"Mmm, what?" He mumbles tiredly, his voice all raspy.

"I gotta see what time it is; and you're crushing me." You tap his shoulder lightly, trying to move.

"Mm mm." He grunts, not moving even an inch..

"What'chu mean 'mm mm'? I have classes today!"

He ignores you, closing his eye again.

"Come on! I can't miss my classes." You urge him, shaking him again.

He let's out an annoyed groan, flipping over onto his back and letting go of you. You smile innocently at him then drag yourself out of bed. "Oh! Oh my gosh!" You grunt out in pain, falling backwards onto the bed. Your body was not having it. Everywhere ached, especially the lower half of you, not allowing you to move fluidly at all.

"This is not good." You mutter, attempting to get up much more cautiously this time.

Friday's were unfortunately a busy day in your week. Starting the morning off with a nine a.m. body conditioning pilates class, then an hour break for breakfast before you have to head to your Classical Ballet III course. After that, two hours later is straight to Black Aesthetic in American Modern Dance, then you'd have to get to practice for the upcoming The Gypsy ballet audition.

In other words, you couldn't afford to miss today. You get yourself up and start searching for your phone, massaging your arms and legs as the cold air hits you. You find your phone sitting by your duffel bag on twenty three percent. Hitting the lock button you check the time.

11:09am

3 Missed Calls Big K💖

Imessage Big K💖

"Shhhhhit." You whisper, facepalming. Not only did you already completely miss your first class, you haven't responded to not a single call or text from Ken. You only had a short slot of time to first get to your dorm then shower, eat, get dressed, and head over to your Ballet technique class, all while trying to calm Ken down from being inevitably pissed with you. There's no way you're gonna be able to do all that within the hour.

"What's up with you? Why're you up so early?" Hanma furrows his brows.

"'Cause I have classes! Do you not have classes on Friday's?" You look at him like he's crazy, brows furrowed deeply.

"I do. Just not as soon as the damn sun rises." He replies, running a hand through his hair.

"It's eleven in the morning; almost the afternoon." You narrow your eyes at him.

"Oh shit." His expression falls in realization as he sits up in bed.

Gosh what a mess. Your hair is probably looking wild, your body's completely exhausted, and you have lots to do today...all involving high intensity body movement. You hadn't spoken to Ken all day yesterday, so you already knew he'd be wanting to hear from you at some point today too. The worst part about Ken is that not even now is any sliver of guilt making its way into your heart. Maybe it's because the anger is still hot from what went down in your dorm the other day. Yeah, that's it, the guilt just hasn't kicked in yet.

"I don't know how I'm gonna get through today." You groan exasperatedly. To be honest you could lay in that bed and not wake up until tomorrow. That sounds perfect...

"I mean, you could always skip." He shrugs, still not even bothering to move out of bed.

"I already missed one class, I can't miss Ballet; and my teacher's pretty strict with showing up and showing up on time. I already know I'm gonna be late; and Ken's probably already pissed with me too..." You ramble anxiously.

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Classical Ballet III

It was so embarrassing coming into class late. Everyone was already locked in with warmups, spots chosen at the bars and doing the movements the professor called out. The way the other students were staring at you like you were some halfwitted creature for 'disrupting' the class didn't help at all. Why is ballet such a toxic world? You quickly scurry inside the studio room, placing your bag down and jumping out of your sweats and oversized hoodie, making your way to the bar in the front by the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

It hit you a few minutes before coming inside that you'd be showing off the piece by Bach that your professor assigned each of you to practice, Violin Concerto No. 1 in A Minor. Lord have mercy you weren't even close to being able to do it well. What a dumb idea last night was, you'd practically be torturing yourself for the rest of the day, and weekend if you get the call back for The Gypsy. Maybe that's what you get for cheating on your boyfriend? Is this the guilt finally kicking in?

"God help me..." You mumble, getting into the releve he'd just called out.

10 Mins Later

"No no, stop! You all were late on that jeté!" The professor stops the music, shaking his head annoyedly.

Before the professor turns the music back on he turns to you, the disappointment already made clear before he could even say a word. "You're missing your usual poise today. You alright?" He questions, tilting his head to the side.

"No yeah, I'm good! Just feeling a little sore." You reply awkwardly, getting yourself back into the starting position. Some of the students a few feet away from you start whispering and snickering to themselves. You knew they'd definitely came to the right kind of conclusion as to why you were feeling sore.

"Don't push yourself. Our bodies are powerful, but we can only withstand so much pressure." Mr. E states matter of factly, a look of concern making it's way onto his face. You nod with a slight frown. If you could miss a day of classes you would. But things just move way too quickly. You miss one class then all of a sudden a mountain of assignments and things just come at you out of nowhere. Yeah no, not for you. You fight passed the whines of discomfort your body throws your way, trying not to make any uncomfortable expressions as you go through the dance. This was only the assignment from last week, you hadn't even gotten to the Bach piece yet.

"Much better that time on that jeté! Alright, let's see who practiced the concerto!" He calls out.

Your heart sinks, this piece was not easy. He'd wanted to challenge you all last week since some of the students were slacking off with their overall technique. He's one of those professors where if one slacks off you all basically slacked off. The first five people go, none really impressing him all that much.

"Disappointing Riku; I expected better. Next." He shakes his head then gestures over to you with a hand. He already isn't happy with the class's overall performance of the piece, so you'd really have to get a grip.

You take a deep breath, getting into the starting position.

"Really pay attention to your balance during the sissone." Your professor instructs in a much softer tone. You nod then get back into character as the music starts. Immediately your thighs burn, and you prayed they wouldn't give out on you since your arms were already feeling like jelly. The piece was thankfully only three minutes and fifty one seconds, and you were able to get through it without any major disasters.

"Ok...good. Not great; but good. You're clearly fatigued. You barely made it through that sissone and arabesque." He completely read you, his tone matter of fact.

"I-..." You weren't really sure how to respond.

"Why don't you sit out, or head to the dancer's wellness center? I won't have a student breaking themselves under my watch."

You were truly grateful. Mr. E was a stern teacher, but he really does care for his students. You give him a soft "Ok, I guess I'll just go to the wellness area."

"Lemme give you a note." He says, holding a hand up. You gather your things at the back of the room then take the note. It was a little awkward with no music and all the other students just watching this go down. You practically limp your way out of the room, your body feeling even worse than before with forcing yourself to do all those intense movements. You make your way down the hall and to the stairs that lead down to the third floor to the wellness area, the dance studios are on the fourth. Right as you reach the staircase, a familiar voice calls out to you, making your heart stop.

"Ken?! What're you doing here?!" Your eyes go wide.

"I came to find you! You haven't answered a single text or call! The hell is wrong with you?!" He says angrily, stepping up close to you.

"Are you serious?! What makes you think I'd wanna be in the mood to talk to you after how you acted the other night?!" You scoff, continuing on down the stairs. Yeah that's good, just cover the rising guilt with anger. Of course he followed after you.

"Jesus babe, I don't even remember that." He rolls his eyes.

"I really can't with you right now Ken, like I'm not even in the mood." You shake your head, waving him off as you continue down the stairs.

"Can you just...stop for a damn second?!" He grumbles, reaching for your arm and stopping you halfway down the staircase.

You clench your jaw in annoyance, snatching your arm away while you wait for whatever the hell he was about to say.

"Look, I'm sorry alri-

"No, no you're not just gonna hit me with another sorry ass apology and brush it off. You were acting wild Ken! I should never have to call a friend to come get you after I ask you to leave my dorm!" You rant, eyes on fire with anger. "Aright alright. I apologize; I mean it." He says in a softer tone, looking you right in the eyes. You let out a dry laugh. "Changing it from I'm sorry to I apologize doesn't make it better, Ken. You're supposed to actually mean it through your actions, which you obviously don't. If you were really sorry you'd just stop getting crossed or high or whatever the hell it is you're doing. You know what'll happen if our parents catch you like that; if they catch our relationship looking shaky." You warn, your tone stern.

At this point you were seething. You couldn't risk getting kicked out of the school because Ken wants to go be an idiot and put a bad look on himself, and ultimately the two of you. "I-..I know, babe. I'll do better, I promise." He assures, leaning in to give you a kiss. You pull away instantly, like you were avoiding a punch to the face. "Don't promise, just do it, Ken." You grit, turning away from him and continuing on to the wellness center.

"There you go again, being the "boss girl", telling me what to do."

You stop in your tracks for a moment, Ken's intoxicated words suddenly coming to the forefront of your mind.

Now that he went and spilled his secret thoughts, you couldn't help but start to overthink a bit. You're not really the problem, right?

"You know what? He's getting crossed more because he's starting to lose his shit. That's why he feels like you think you're better than him. You don't fold under pressure like a bitch, getting drunk or high to ignore it all the time. You know what you want and you're always going after it no matter what, but Ryuguji? He's a fuckin' mess and he knows it. Let's be real, he's only playing football because his dad wants him to; he's the damn coach!"

But when did he start to lose his shit though? Why would it have anything to do with you?

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4 Days Later Tuesday Night 7:36pm

The past two days had been fairly breezy for no apparent reason, but honestly, after how the weekend went with Ken, you're not complaining. It was close to a train wreck, this past weekend. The two of you going back and forth arguing in the middle of a fairly upscale restaurant; his dad's money of course.

Allegedly, Emma saw you get into the car with Hanma that Thursday and told Ken, which of course made your heart sink to the floor. Not only that, but you couldn't help being a bit pissed at her for just assuming you were cheating all because you got into someone else's car that isn't Ken's.

Even though you were cheating....

Flashback

"Like I said the last time I asked about you getting into some other guys car, anything you wanna tell me about that?" Ken asks, his tone threatening and slightly dark. Your jaw clenches, more annoyed at the fact that you still get nervous about sneaking around with Shuji than anything else.

"If you must know, it was for a photoshoot that he asked-

"Wait, don't tell me it's that same photography student from before. Who is it?!" He cuts in, eyes narrowed. You could see the cogs turning in his mind as he leaned forward at the table. You huff, trying to keep your composure as you go to explain again.

"Yes, and it doesn't matter who it is Ken. I already know you're just gonna find him and try to-

"It does matter!" He outbursts, drawing immediate attention to the two of you. You scoff, brows raising as you lean back in your chair. People's eyes trailed across the room to both of you, discreetly murmuring and watching whatever scene was unfolding.

"Ok, first of all, stop cuttin' me off." You grit out, your own voice holding a low, threatening tone. "Second, I am not obligated to tell you every single thing I do and with who, just like you're not. Let's keep in mind the fact that I haven't pressed you about who you're getting these drugs you love so much from Ken; neither have I bothered to tell either of our parents about it. So let's keep things how we agreed to way back in the beginning. I mind my business and you mind yours." You criticize, keeping your eyes locked on his the entire time.

"Don't try to flip this shit around on me, I'm used to your bullshit mind games by now! The other day you were goin' on and on about me makin' us look bad in front of our parents, but baby if you're cheating on me, it'll be you that ruins our lives first, not me!" He fumes, pointing an accusatory finger your way. You roll your eyes, sighing as you shake your head.

"Mind games?! You're over here basing shit off a flimsy ass 'if' when I know for a fact you're using drugs! Have you thought about what happens when you need to do your next drug test?! Oh yeah, I guess not since you're too busy livin' large during your trips." You fumed.

Then Ken goes silent, sitting there with his jaw locked, looking off to the side.

"This isn't about who ruins either of our lives first Ken, this needs to be about us both keeping this fake ass relationship running as smoothly as possible, and lately you haven't been doing nothin' to help with that! I don't know what's been goin' on with you since you damn sure don't talk to me about your problems anymore, but what I do know for sure is that you need to get a goddamn grip! I do not have time for you to be fallin' a part at the seams and ruinin' your career because all of a sudden you're sooo unhappy to be in a fake relationship with me like this is a brand new occurence! I'm not happy about it either Ken, but I still get shit done! So tighten the fuck up, and shake whatever is going on with you off; right now!" You argue, your gaze blazing hot as you peer into his eyes.

Ken shakes his head, a genuinely hurt look on his face.

"You just don't get it..." He grumbles lowly, crossing his arms over his chest.

End Flashback

Tonight you have practice with the girls for an upcoming basketball game, teaching them a new dance along with just standard practice to the songs they already know. In small groups and individually the girls start to file into the large studio room, taking off their sweats and getting semi prepared to dance.

You're currently in the women's locker room, getting your mind out of ballet from your class about forty five minutes ago and into your contemporary dance mindset, changing into your workout clothes. You were wearing a cute hot pink pair of workout shorts, and a white sports bra. Your water bottle also cutely matched your outfit as it's also pink with your name written around it in a lavender shade of purple. Very girly.

You make your way out of the locker room and over to the water fountain just a few feet away from the door. Taking a random deep breath, you sit the water bottle onto the fountain, letting the automatic fountain do it's thing and fill it up.

"H-hey, hello there-

"OH MY GOD-you scared the shit out of me; what the fuck..." Your voice goes from practically screaming to a whisper as you look to the right of you at whoever just spoke. Your water bottle falling over to the side from the way you bumped into the fountain when you jumped.

"Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He stammers, grabbing your water bottle just before it could fall to the ground, some water splashing around and onto the floor unceremoniously. "Uhh, it's all good...?" You trail off a bit awkwardly, your eyes unintentionally looking him over up and down. You've never seen this dude before in your life, you're positive.

He's wearing pretty basic clothes, a red plaid button up top with dark wash jeans and converse shoes on, also wearing black square glasses. His dark hair is sort of medium length, maybe reaching a few inches past his ears just hanging down lazily. A very nerdy look for sure. The guy just stares at you as if dazed, not saying a word...and freaking you out instantly.

"Did you wanna talk to me or...?" You trail off again, trying with every fiber of your being not to sound rude and/or look at him like he was a weirdo even though that's kinda what he's giving. "I-oh I'm so sorry! I just-...I-I've always seen you around here and...well I was hoping you'd let me take you out on a date sometime? Get to know each other?" He says sheepishly, his dark brown eyes shifting all over the place before looking back at you. Your jaw nearly hits the floor, but you quickly catch it, trying to keep your composure together as your mind replays his words over and over.

"Uuuuum-

"Oh wait wait! I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Fumihiro Miyagawa; hi." He says, giving you his hand to shake. Not even a split second later he retracts his hand, then changes his mind again and extends it. You purse your lips, just standing there watching as he goes back and forth.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you Miyagawa." You smile politely, finally shaking his hand.

"S-so, would you wanna...?" He trails off, still holding your hand. You bite your tongue, feeling uncomfortable that he wasn't letting go yet. Even though it's been just a few minutes speaking to him, something felt off.

"Well I'm really flattered you're asking me out, but I actually have a boyfriend." You tell him, your tone apologetic. Miyagawa's expression falls instantly, almost dark looking as your response sinks in. There's a heavy silence that comes and hovers over the two of you as you try to let go of the handshake and retract your hand. For a second his grip tightens, making your heart abruptly leap in your chest, but it calms as he finally lets your hand go.

"Oh", He says dryly, "That's too bad, I guess." His tone softens up now, along with his expression.

"I'm sorry." That was all you could even think to say as your mind was thinking of one thing and one thing only, getting very far away from this guy.

You hear the water from the fountain start to overflow from your bottle, ripping you out of the severely awkward conversation. "I actually gotta go now. I have dance practice." You say, already heading off down the hall to the studio room as you screw the cap onto the water bottle.

"Whaaaaaaat the hell was that?" You whisper to yourself.

Once you get into the studio room, you leave that random, borderline creepy conversation behind, getting into serious mode.

"Heeey! How's the day been?" Emma beams, coming up to your from the front center of the room. You swallow your emotions towards her and keep it professional, keep it chill. "Hey girl! It's been pretty good. What's goin' on with you?" You ask softly, giving her a small smile.

"Honestly, this has been some of the best couple of days I've ever had." She sighs blissfully.

These past couple days? The same couple of days that consisted of some of the worst arguments you've ever had with Ken in the entire time of knowing him? An argument that was ultimately caused because Emma went and ran her mouth to him? Something about her words had just hit you in all the wrong ways, making you feel a little skeptical.

"Oh, well that's good. Wish I could say the same." You chuckle, trying to make it sound as lighthearted as possible.

"You always get your stress out through dance practice though! That's your thing!" She pats your shoulder, before heading off ahead of you to the front of the studio. Your eyes couldn't help but narrow at her as she saunters off like a dandelion in the damn wind.

Somethin' ain't sitting right....

33 Minutes Later

"I need just a bit more carefreeness from you, Himari! Your technique though is looking great, but I think you're thinking too hard about it. It's great, so now just focus on balancing the technique with-

You pause, losing your train of thought as you follow the girls in the far left side of the rooms wandering eyes through the floor-to-ceiling mirror. As soon as you turn towards the studio doors, someone walks in, and it's Hanma. All of a sudden, he just...appears.

"What-..." You trail off, trying not to react in a way that made the girls skeptical of you.

The girls immediately start murmuring and gasping about how 'gorgeous' and 'hot' he is as he struts inside like he owns the place, an infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his lips.

"Uhhh, can I help you with something?" You call out from your side of the room, trying with everything in you to sound like you've never met him before, pausing the music and placing your hands on your hips as he makes his way to you.

"Do-..do you know him?!" Emma whispers over to you.

"Hell no." You answer shortly, keeping your eyes fixed on Hanma.

"Yes she does." He chuckles deviously.

"No I-..you do realize we're in the middle of a rehearsal, right?" You sass.

"And do you realize you've been avoiding me for-

"GAAAAAH! Outside, right now!" You outburst abruptly, hollering over him so the girls wouldn't hear what he was about to say. You purse your lips together in embarrassment, practically speed walking to the studio doors as he slowly followed behind you.

"Y'all, just give me one second, ok? I'm so sorry." You apologize, facepalming before shutting the door.

"Shuji Hanma, what in the hell is wrong with you?!" You whisper yell.

He chuckles, backing up until his back is against the white painted wall. "You haven't been answering my texts for days, so I was worried. Wanted to make sure you didn't go and die on me or somethin'." He says coolly.

"So you bust in my rehearsal?! How'd you even figure out where-..you know what, doesn't matter, what do you want?" You facepalm.

"First, I wanna know why you're avoiding me again." He says nonchalantly, raising a finger.

"Uhh, because I have a boyfriend, and that said boyfriend has been up my ass all weekend starting arguments about you!" You point a finger to his chest. "I wanna be up your ass..." He mumbles playfully. You huff in immediate annoyance, ignoring his idiotic statement. "I'm trying to save my ass and yours by not being around you or texting you. None of it."

"Saving my ass, huh?" He smirks.

"Yeah! You should be grateful, to be honest, since Ken was just about ready to-

"So you care about me, doll?" He raises a brow, looking down at you with a completely unserious expression. "W-What?! What is going on?!" You shake your head, heart skipping a beat for a second as your mind makes sure you heard him right.

He goes to open his mouth again but you cut him off, already knowing he was just gonna say something dumb. "Be serious! I care about not having my relationship fall apart and all my "sins" bein' laid out for the whole freakin' school to see!" You rant, throwing your hands up in the air exasperatedly.

"All of a sudden you care about your relationship?" He questions, raising a brow. "It's not all of a sudden, I've cared the whole time." You scrunch your face up. "Now you know that's bullshit, doll. You couldn't even look me in the eyes when you said that." He pressed. He wasn't wrong, you really didn't care, but you had to care all at the same time.

"What're you here for, Hanma? For real." You grumble, looking back up at him with as stern of an expression and voice you could muster.

"That leads me to the second thing I want. You, in my bed with me, tonight. Right after your cute little dance rehearsal." He purrs sensually, taking your chin with his fingers.

"No." You deadpan, swatting his hand away.

"Your bed?" He shrugs plainly.

"No! Absolutely not! Did you tune out everything I just said like five seconds ago?! This whole thing, with you and me, is done now alright? We hooked up once, we're not doing it again; that was a one time thing!" You say with finality, gesturing between the two of you. He raises a brow, completely unfazed and slightly amused by your rant.

"A one time thing; I'm serious." You add for good measure.

"Are you? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you said something veeerry similar the last time." He says lowly, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer.

"I'm actually deadass serious, that's how serious I am." You narrow your eyes halfheartedly, placing your hands on his chest to keep yourself from being pulled any closer. You were already starting to feel yourself cracking under his gaze. "Sooo, you're tellin' me you really don't think about how good I had you feelin'? You don't ever think about doing it again?" He questions softly, leaning down so his lips were just a few inches from yours. You huff, trying to maintain your resolve, clenching your jaw as your eyes flicker downwards towards his tempting pink lips for a second. Of course you think about it. The flashbacks have been absolutely torturous.

But for the sake of the "relationship" you've got going on with Ken, you'd have to let Hanma go now. "I'm telling you...that that was the first and last time we-

Hanma cuts you off, closing the slight gap and pressing his lips against yours. That was the last straw. The small, shaky piece of resolve you had left just crumbled into nothing. Instantly it's like you're transported back to last Thursday at his place, up against that wall while he sets your whole body ablaze with his dangerous kisses. You melt, sliding your hands up to place one on his neck and the other on his shoulder. Gosh, he must think you're so easy, just a few words in that sexy low tone topped off with a kiss and you're putty in his hands. He has you completely wrapped around his finger. You pull away slowly, your mind finally made up.

"I'll be done at ten, take me to your place." You murmur sensually against his lips before leaning in for another quick kiss. "Oh, and since you came and interrupted my 'cute little dance rehearsal', I'm gonna use your shower first...while you make me a nice dinner." You add with a semi smug grin, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

"You askin' or tellin' me, angel?" He raises a brow, tone dripping with lust. "Requiring actually." You clarify flirtatiously, turning away and heading back towards the studio doors. "Damn. Well somehow I happen to be very turned on by that." He chuckles lightly in surprise.

"Glad you're discovering new things about yourself", You chuckle lightly, "Bye Shuji."

Your eyes go wide, heart skipping a beat in your chest. Shuji. You just called him Shuji...

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 5.4k💠 Released: April 8, 2024

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8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走

3 Weeks Later (Next Month)

Tonight is a very..."special" evening for you and Ken. The two of you are currently riding together in an Uber to the private event being held at some random rich dudes mansion. Apparently he's some donor that's going to be slamming bucket loads of money onto the university. Why? Not really sure, then again, you don't really care.

On one hand you were really not excited about having to spend time around your mom and Ken's dad. The two of them together are just....ugh. Nitpicking and ridiculing every little thing the two of you do. Not holding hands? Problem. Not mingling enough? Problem. Mingling a little too much? Problem. It's freakin' ridiculous.

But of course, as usual, you suck it up and play nice. Something you're honestly very quickly getting tired of doing these days. But on the bright side, you look amazing, wearing a black mermaid style gown with silver sequins that form roses all over. A deep plunge, halter top design draws the eyes to your prominent collarbones, fully bare back, and cleavage. Black patent leather heels, with a diamonte small purse, finished with diamond drop earrings and a silver arm cuff around your left arm. In other words you're eating.

Now was this look possibly a little too sexy for such an event? Yeah, but it's a gown you've never gotten a chance to wear yet, so here you are. Your hair is up in a defined high puff ponytail, your bangs out in the front framing your face. Your hair kind of looked like Tinkerbell in your opinion, but the afro hair version.

When the two of you walked in together you quickly got into character, a small smile on your face as you look around the home. The lights are dim, not too dim, but definitely setting a vibe. A grand crystal chandelier greets you immediately upon walking through the front door, followed by a staircase that curls slightly leading to the next floor. The ceilings are high, and the house's color scheme consisted of deep red and gold. It's definitely an old home, maybe a pass down. There's soft music that plays in the background, Neo-classical style piano. It's an alright choice, Post-romantic style music would've fit the vibe better, but that's just you.

"Ahh! There they are!" Your ears perk at the sound of Ken's father's voice coming from the living room to the right. Ken sucks in a breath, trying to maintain the polite smile on his face as he leads you over and into the mix.

"Hey dad." He says softly, letting go of your hand to give him a guyish hug.

"Mr. Fujioka, I'd like you to meet my son Ken Ryuguji and his lovely girlfriend." His father smiles proudly, gesturing towards the two of you.

So this is the one that's donating to the school. Mr. Fujioka is an older man, grey hairs slicked back nicely with an expensive looking navy blue suit on. He has deep brown eyes, and a surprisingly kind smile. "It's nice to meet you sir. Thanks for having us here." Ken replies curtly, shaking the rich man's hand.

"Good evening Mr. Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." You speak up finally, meeting his extended hand half way.

"The pleasure is all mine", Mr. Fujioka starts before leaning over towards Ken's right ear, lowering his voice down, "Now this beautiful woman right here's a keeper. Don't mess up what you've got, son." He advises, chuckling lightly as he leans away.

"I-I won't, sir." Ken actually blushes, surprising you more than the fact that this rich man was so kind.

Ken's dad continues small talk conversation with Mr. Fujioka, the two of them walking around together and inevitably blending into the mix of people. "Let's get a drink or somethin'." Ken says softly, already taking your hand and heading further into the house.

You notice a bunch of professors are here at this event, some mingling amongst each other with glasses of champagne in hand. To be honest, this whole thing was pretty boring. It's nothing but small talk conversations and bougie laughter all over the place. Everyone's standing around boasting about who's getting promoted and the board's new ideas to make the school a better experience.

At some point you had gotten sucked in to a conversation with the president of the university, a woman named Noriko Sato, while Ken was stopped by one of his professors. "H-hello Ms. Sato." You greet shyly, feeling a little nervous since this is the second time you've ever had a conversation with her, and the majority of it was just her talking to your mom while you just stood there awkwardly.

The woman can be a bit stony at times, and very bougie. Her smiles are always forced, and she has such a tight assed personality. Tonight she's wearing a forest green suit, (expensive looking like everyone else) and popped with white, and lastly, her signature red bottom heels. Her brunette hair is short, a bob look, with her bangs cut in a curtain style.

"Good evening. How are you?" She asks politely.

"Oh I'm good, how are you?" You answer with a more upbeat smile.

"I'm doing well." She replies softly with a nod, taking a tiny sip from her champagne glass.

A silence falls between the two of you, a very awkward one to be exact. You weren't really sure what to say to her, seeing as small talk isn't really your strong suit. Like, what else do you say after 'hey, how are you'? Nice weather we're having?! That's so cringy.

Then, with annoyingly perfect timing, your mom finally shows up.

"Sato! I'm so glad to run into you, and with my daughter no less!" Your mom beams, appearing from behind Ms. Sato.

"M/N, so good to see you tonight." Ms. Sato says with a smile, a bit more of a genuine smile than the one she had given you just seconds ago.

"Hi sweetie." Your mom says plainly, just as she joins your side.

"Hey ma." You smile, a sort of crooked smile as you try to keep your composure. This is the first time you've seen her in a bit over an entire month and she didn't even bother to give you a hug or anything. Just a weak ass greeting. You nearly wanted to explode at her, rant about how she needs to explain to you why she wasn't at the homecoming performance. It's not like you weren't going on and on about it every time you were able to talk to her about it or anything. You were hurt. It's the very first time you see her in a while and she barely reacts to your presence. What a mom...

"Ah, I watched the homecoming game and half time show. It was such a stunning performance." Ms. Sato says, cocking her brow towards you.

"I expect nothing less from my daughter. She is one of the top students in the dance department after all." Your mother boasts with a glance your way as she takes a sip from her own champagne glass. It took everything for you not to immediately roll your eyes.

"It was an amazing opportunity, Ms. Sato. I'm really happy with how everything turned-

You cut yourself off, eyes going fully wide as you notice Shuji on the far right side of the open living room. Blinking a few times you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you, showing something that you wanted to see, but it was definitely real. There he was, standing over there with his camera resting in his hands, the strap around his neck as he looked down at the little screen.

Without even realizing, your eyes trail all over him, taking in his gorgeous outfit. It's the first time you've ever seen him so dressed up, wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white button up shirt, topped off with a royal purple tie.

You notice instantly that his hair is much less messy looking, figuring he probably used some hair gel to keep it a bit more tamed down for the occasion. Gold rings adorned his pointer and ring fingers on each hand, and his signature golden drop earring went so well with his outfit, he just looked absolutely perfect. You could bet all the money in the world he smelled amazing too. Almost like a movie, his head lifts, making straight eye contact with you. Your heart nearly attempts to burst out of your chest as his eyes trap you in place.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room out of nowhere, standing feet away under the dim lights of the old, luxurious mansion. Then all at the same time you feel the stresses of keeping appearances with Ken, your mom, and everyone else in your life disappear. It's just peaceful silence. But that didn't last very long at all...

The abrupt realization that you didn't finish your sentence and definitely just staring off somewhere behind the two of them, forces you to jump back into the conversation.

"W-With everything-..how-how everything turned out." You finish, clearing your throat as you rip your gaze away from Shuji's beautiful honey eyes, giving both Ms. Sato and your mom a polite smile.

Your mom and Ms. Sato both give you a weird look, Ms. Sato raising a brow a bit before letting it go. You notice your mom look a little annoyed at you, you'd probably hear from her about it later, as she always loves to give you 'reviews' about how you do at events like this or in general. "I'm gonna go and circle back with Ken. It was a pleasure talking with you." You chuckle awkwardly, slipping out of the conversation and dipping off into the next room before they could say anything.

"Where's he even at?" You whisper to yourself, searching around for your boyfriend. This was absolutely not the time for him to not be by your side, especially now that you know Shuji's here too. You needed Ken, needed him to stay by your side so neither you or Shuji (mostly Shuji) do something stupid that'll backfire in your face. A bunch of murmured "Excuse me's" slip passed your lips as you weave through people, not really sure where you were even going at this point.

After minutes of searching you'd just given up, ending up in some hallway that lead to what seemed like some guest bedrooms. In other words, an off limits area of the mansion. The lights were all off in this section, nothing but the dim warm lights from the party spaces behind you helped you see. You lean your back against the wall you were near, rubbing your chilly arms with your hands.

A feeling of deja vu hits you as you find a little spot to yourself. This was so similar to that frat party. Ken was off somewhere gone in the midst of the party while you were in some secluded spot, just sulking away. The only puzzle piece left now is-

"Hey doll." That familiar deep, sultry voice cuts through the soft silence.

You gasp, head snapping to the left, making eye contact with the one person you knew you shouldn't be around right now.

"Hello...random camera guy at the function that I've never met before in my life." You answer a bit strained.

"Never met before?! You're breakin' my heart." Shuji pouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"What're you doing here?! Don't you have people to go take pictures of or something?" You slightly whisper, trying to keep your voice low just in case anyone happens to come around.

"What are you doing here? 'Cause to me it seems like you were hopin' I'd find you back here." He grins, stepping closer to you. You jump back a bit, feeling a shiver trail down your spine as the scent of his intoxicating cologne finds its way to your nose. "No, that's not true. You need to go before someone catches you here with me." You urge with finality, looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Damn, I just get over here and you're already pushin' me away?" This time he seems to actually frown, a slightly offended look on his face. "Ken's here you know? My mom is here too. We cannot be caught together, like at all!" You stress, using your hands to make it more clear.

"They're not back here though." He says softly, taking your hand in his. You swallow, looking down at his big tattooed hand caging yours, then back up to his beautiful eyes. "Shuji..." You trail off tiredly, simply watching as he leans in till his lips are just barely touching yours. "You can't expect me to really leave you alone when you're walkin' around here lookin' like a damn goddess." He says lowly with a small grin on his lips.

You let out a flattered yet strained chuckle, heart fluttering as your brows crease in conflict. This man has to be temptation in human form. It's the only explanation for how he can so easily get you to throw away your self control and better judgement. He's gonna be the death of you, you're sure of it.

Then, in a moment of weakness, you lift your head, softly placing your lips onto his. Your free hand cups his cheek, basking in the way his lips move against yours. You didn't wanna stop, and you really wouldn't if you weren't obligated to be with someone else...

Shuji's hands glide down your body, leaving a sultry trail of electricity as they make their way to your ass. He deepens the kiss skillfully with his tongue, eliciting the most blissful moans from you. "Wait. We-..we can't do-...do this here." You stammer breathlessly between the kiss. He pulls away, giving you soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

"That's funny, 'cause I was thinkin' we could do it right against this wall." He murmurs seductively against your hot skin.

"No, that's crazy! They'll hear us!" You argue through heavy breaths and light moans.

"If you don't keep quiet they will." He teases with a light chuckle, using a hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You let out a mix of a moan and airy huff of frustration. Maybe more sexual frustration than genuine annoyance if you're being totally honest.

"Shuji, I'm so serious, we cannot do this! You gotta stop playin' around! I'm gonna get in so much trouble, it-it's not even funny!" You stress anxiously.

"Then make me stop." He challenges, shifting the low cowl part of the front of your dress to the side, exposing your breast to the cool air. "What?" You whisper, completely caught off guard. "Stop me." He says again.

You're frozen, watching with an unholy mixture of nervous excitement as his tongue draws slow circles over your hardening bud, looking you right in the eyes as he does it. His other hand slides underneath the fabric, gently massaging your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

Welp...you terribly underestimated his level of recklessness and not giving a fuck for sure. This man's on a whole nother playing field. You weren't even close to brave enough to do something like this, and in public no less! Shuji Hanma is about it for real.

"Ok! Ok, wait wait wait! Let's just-..let's just do it after! Please, just wait till after this!"

30 Minutes Later

If you were bored earlier, you were completely over this event now. Thankfully you'd finally found Ken amongst the guys, chatting about sports related stuff and how the football team is doing. He seemed much more laidback now, less stiff as he talked. You just kinda stood there, not at all into the conversation as you needed some time to regain your composure after what nearly happened in that other room.

Every now and then Ken would hit you with a "Right babe?", to which you'd respond with a little "Mhm!" as enthusiastically as you could. You felt like those trophy wives in the movies, those women whose sole purpose is to just stand around quietly and be pretty, making your husband look good in front of the other men. For a moment you wonder if this is what your life is really gonna be like forever. How long would both of your parents want the two of you to be together? When college is over would you finally be free?

You look up at Ken, an unintentional frown on your face. You remember the first year with him, and how hard it was, trying with all your might to love him. It seemed like you were really the only one trying too, seeing as he barely tries to take any time and effort to really understand you and your interests. With Ken it's so hard to feel anything, he's from a whole different world. He loves all kinds of things that you don't, and you've tried to genuinely enjoy them for him, but it doesn't work like that. Ken's honestly right about one thing for sure, if you could leave him, you'd be gone in a flash and never look back even once.

What's scary about that is you feel less and less bad about it lately, specifically ever since meeting Shuji. Ken's still a human being with feelings, but so are you, and if he's honest he'd probably leave you too. Somehow during the chaos of homecoming night you stumbled upon someone that you'd rather spend every second of the day with over Ken, but can't. It feels like someone placed a chest full of all the riches in the world in front of you yet dangles the key to it right where you can't reach it. That's probably selfish, but it's truly how you feel.

"-..That's right! I got my little cheerleader right here."

Ken rips you out of your depressing thoughts, snaking an arm around your waist and looking down at you with a proud smile. The other guys make jokes about how he's so whipped, and found himself the perfect girl. Of course, you smile and chuckle along with them, leaning your head against Ken's chest for a moment.

Gosh...I hate pretending...

"Hey there Hanma! How's the still life project comin' along?"

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the name Hanma, head slightly turning to the left as you fully tune out of Ken's football talk. There was Shuji some feet to the left, almost perfectly in view if not for this tall man next to you, talking with some professor.

"Hey teach. 'S fine, I'm editing a few I like the most." Shuji responds, sounding genuinely nice.

"Good, good! I'm excited to see what you bring in; I really like what you do."

"Thanks." Shuji says with a small grin. "Where's your date?" He adds plainly.

"Where's yours?" His professor claps back in an amused tone.

"Ahh, got me there." The two of them chuckle a little before the conversation continues. They seem pretty cool with each other, this was the most chill conversation you've heard the entire night.

"Seriously though, you need to get yourself a girl. Somebody's gotta reign you in, wild child." The professor jokes. You listen closer as the two of them go silent. Wild child is correct....

"Oh don't tell me...there is someone already, isn't there?" His professor says mischievously, nudging Shuji's arm a few times. Your heart skips a beat, anxiously waiting for whatever Shuji's reply would be.

"Maybe." Shuji replies vaguely with a chuckle, shrugging a bit. Your breath catches in your throat at this point, mind racing about if this could actually be about you.

"Oh-hooooh! What's she like?" He asks with a proud grin.

"Bossy. Thinks she can tell me what to do all the time." Shuji comments plainly.

Involuntarily your head turns further to the left, a slight scowl on your face as you listen to his description. Why was his response so immediate? You are not bossy...

"And she always tries to act like she doesn't wanna be around me, even though it's obvious she does." He adds.

"Ohhh, you like those hard to get girls, huh?" His professor teases, nudging his arm playfully.

"Seems like it." Shuji grins with a little shrug.

"-when we get back, right babe? Babe?" Ken's voice and slight nudge on your right arm forces your eyes to peel away from Shuji, looking back at him and forcing a polite smile on your lips.

"What? Yeah! Yeah..." You answer Ken though you had zero clue what he was talking about, shaking your head a bit as you try to pay attention to the sports related conversation again.

"You know what, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll be right back." You mutter in Ken's ear, quickly slipping away once again and heading towards the long rectangular table covered in black cloth with rows of champagne glasses. You sigh deeply, replaying Shuji's words over and over in your head. He's trying to give you a heart attack, you just know it.

Your heart won't stop pounding, and every time you blink all you can see is him and those damn eyes. You reach the table, grabbing a glass and staring at the little bubbles that rise to the top. With your head downcast you weren't looking out at your surroundings, nearly bumping into someone as you started to walk away.

"Oh! I'm so sorr-Shuji?!" You gape, brows furrowing as you look up at his tall figure. "What.are.you.doing?" You grit out, eyes scanning the room to make sure nobody (nobody as in your mom, Ken, and his dad) saw the two to of you together.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says simply.

"You can't! I don't want Ken getting suspicious!" You stress exasperatedly.

"You worry way too much, doll. You're gonna make all your pretty hair fall out in a second." He replies playfully, chuckling lightly as he reaches up and grabs a few or your bouncy coils between his fingers.

"No, I actually worry the correct amount. It's you always causin' me stress that's gonna make my hair fall out." You sass, swatting his hand away and narrowing your eyes up at him.

"I'm actually the one that gets rid of your stress. Usually at my place-

"Do not. Don't start." You warn sternly, eyes narrowing further as you point a finger at him.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently with a brow raised, tilting his head to the side as he steps closer to you.

"You're not even here to actually have a conversation, Shuji." You huff.

"Yeah nah, I just like messin' with you. Wanna dance with me, angel?" He grins, nodding towards the small crowd of people behind him.

"First of all, it's not that kinda party", You correct, "And even if it was, I still wouldn't dance with you."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'm startin' to think you like hurting my feelings." He pouts cutely.

"And I'm starting to think you genuinely enjoy causing chaos." You reply sassily. Shuji pauses, looking to the side with a guilty expression.

"...You know what, that might be true. But it's good chaos; positive chaos." He shrugs plainly.

"The words chaos and positive do not go together..." You narrow your eyes.

"But you know what does go together? You and me..gettin' the hell outta here...right now." He replies with a mischievous smile.

"Please..." You sigh exasperatedly. "That doesn't go together, actually. It doesn't go together at all." You state matter of factly.

"Why not?" He asks, actually having the nerve to sound genuinely confused.

"That's way too risky; and stupid." You argue, trying to lower your voice a bit more just to be safe. "Come on, you look way too good to be stuck with that joke tonight." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head discreetly towards Ken.

"Don't be mean, Shuji. Ken's not a joke." You frown, not amused. "And if I could leave early I would, but I really, really can't." You add, giving him a slightly apologetic look.

"Even if I steal you away?" He says mischievously, raising a suggestive brow.

Your brows furrow, looking at him genuinely lost...and skeptical. "What do you mean steal me away?"

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Shuji's hand holds onto yours, the two of you giggling and snickering like little kids as you run to his car parked at the end of the street. He'd gone and snuck you outside from the back of the mansion, running across the backyard and around towards the front.

"This is so bad; they're gonna know I'm gone! I gotta go back!" You ramble anxiously, yet your eyes betray you as they sparkle up at Shuji with childlike excitement, the both of you quickly hopping into the car.

"Easy doll. Tell 'em you got a migraine or somethin'. 'S fine." He shrugs placing his camera in the back, then grabbing his keys from his dress pants pocket and starting the car.

"I can't-..actually, that's not a bad idea." You nod, quickly whipping your phone out from your little sparkly purse, texting both your mom and Ken and telling them you'd come down with a bad migraine. You look out the window as the two of you dip off from the pretty mansion, heading out of the gated community and onto the main road.

"Where're we going?" You mutter softly, turning back to look at Shuji.

"I don't know, but you look way too good to go straight to my place though; even though I wouldn't mind that." He grins.

"I have faith you'll take me somewhere nice then." You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up at his flirty words. The ride to wherever Shuji's going is so perfectly peaceful, and fun. Admittedly, this was the most free you'd felt all day. You like that Shuji always finds a way to make you laugh, sometimes to the point where your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling.

He'd taken you both into the city, pulling up and parking in front of a fairly medium sized, quaint looking restaurant.

Quite gentlemanly, Shuji gets out of the car, coming around and helping you out. His hand takes yours, leading you to the entrance of the restaurant. "You kinda look way too pretty for a little place like this, but..it's special to me; and the food's always good." He chuckles, sounding surprisingly and uncharacteristically nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart strings pull as a warm smile makes its way across your lips, feeling flattered that he chose to take you somewhere that's special to him.

"I don't mind." You assure softly. It took everything in you not to swoon and let your mind wander, but it sure does feel a lot like a real date. A cute college couple getting all over dressed for a date just because and going out to eat somewhere that's budget friendly, chatting about your shared dreams of one day affording to go to the most finest, expensive restaurants.

The aroma of food trailed to your nose, making your stomach immediately start growling.

The place is actually pretty jumping with people, lots of tables are full and there's even a bar-looking area where people are sitting eating bowls of ramen. Shuji takes you over to that bar area, directly in front of the section where you could see the employees making the food that customers ordered. He looks particularly happy, not necessarily smiling, but there's this air around him where he's clearly radiating a level of happiness that had you raising a brow slightly.

Then, an older man, maybe in his fifties walks into the kitchen area in front of you both, carrying two large spoons. He freezes, making instant eye contact with Shuji next to you, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Hey pops." Shuji chuckles lightly, a small smile making finally its way across his lips. Meanwhile your heart drops straight to your ass.

Pops?! Hey pops?! What does that mean?! Is this his dad?!

"Shu! What're you doin' here?! When'd you get back?!" His dad beams, throwing questions left and right.

Awww! He calls him Shu!

"What d'you mean what am I doing here, I came to get some food; and come see you of course. But look, I brought someone." He grins, nodding towards you.

You sit there with a sheepish smile, your now clammy hands folded tightly on your lap. "Hi." You wave, your tone soft and bashful. Once again the older man's jaw hits the floor, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and Shuji. He must not have thought you came here with him. "You?! You brought her?!" He questions, his tone dripping with utter disbelief. You let out a little chuckle, hovering a hand over your mouth as you look at Shuji's offended expression.

"Yeah, me!" He says, pointing to himself.

"This girl right here? You brought her?!" He asks once again, his eyes still wide in astonishment as he points at you. You were honestly already starting to like this man a lot.

"Yes..." Shuji glares halfhearted, "Why are you actin' like it's such a-

"Aye Ryō! Shu's back, and he says he brought a girl!" He yells, cutting Shuji right off.

"WHAAAAT?!" You hear a voice holler from one of the cooking stations. Shuji lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I SAID SHU BROUGHT A-

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA SHOE?!"

He facepalms with a deep eye roll. "WOULD YA JUST GET OVER HERE! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!"

"Alright alright! Not like I'm cookin' or nothin'..." The guy grumbles.

Finally he comes into view, another older man with short, dark hair. He has about the exact same reaction to you as Shuji's dad (or at least who you're assuming is his dad) did.

"Who-who...who's this?!" He murmurs to his buddy.

"Well he says he brought her." His dad shrugs, still in disbelief.

"Whaaaat? He brought her?!" He gasps.

"Is it really that hard to believe...?" Shuji grumbles.

"Did ya tell Kenji?!" His friend asks.

"No not yet, I just seen this myself. He's gonna flip when he gets a look at this; go get him."

"AYE KENJI! SHU'S BACK AND HE'S GOT A GIRL WITH 'EM!" His coworker yells before walking off into the back area behind two white double doors. Shuji's dad then turns his attention back to you with an apologetic smile. "I apologize for the chaos little miss, it's just...we got a rare occasion on our hands here. My boy's never brought a girl-

"Alright alright." Shuji cuts in, yet his dad just keeps chatting, not even a little phased about his protests.

-around here, we're all a little uhhh in shock." He chuckles, "My name's Ren. It's great to meet ya."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you also." You smile softly, shaking his hand over the counter top.

"So how'd you end up stuck with this guy, huh? He didn't kidnap you, right?" His dad asks playfully, yet there was a slight hint of seriousness in there at the same time. "Uuum, well it was kinda an accident? I lost my anklet during my homecoming performance a while ago and he happened to find it." You explain, trying not to laugh as his dad nods over and over again, listening intently to your short story.

"Whaaaaat?! You're a performer?! What do you do, sing?"

"No no, I dance. I'm a dance major." You chuckle softly.

"Oh woooow, it just keeps gettin' better and better." He mumbles in awe.

"It would be great to have some food..." Shuji grumbles again, already accepting that he was no longer the main point of interest or concern. Just then you notice from the corner of your eye, the other guy Ryō and another man you're assuming is Kenji standing behind the doubles doors' window that lead to the outside cooking stations where Shuji's dad is, gawking at you from a far with their mouths wide open. You look away instantly, forcing yourself not to laugh.

"So, what do you think of Shuji here; honestly? 'S this like a romantic kinda thing or is he already stuck in the friend zone as kids call it?" He asks then leans in, cupping a hand by his mouth yet his volume stays just the same, "I know he can be kind of a weirdo at times-

"Pops! Are you-when are you gonna go make some food?!" Shuji outbursts, actually stuttering which was the most shocking thing you've heard all night. At this point you fully break out into laughter at this whole situation. So much is happening right now.

"My fault Shu, I'm just proud'a ya, you know? The girl's practically a model sittin' here; she's beautiful! I gotta ask questions!" He raises his hands up in surrender.

"You're makin' her uncomfortable!" Shuji argues. No, he's uncomfortable...

"Sorry sorry, I'll lay off." He pauses for a moment then leans over to you, actually making an effort to lower his voice this time. "But y'know, if he screws up you just come get me, alright princess? I'll knock 'em back in line." He winks.

"Ok, I will." You giggle lightly with a few head nods.

"And with that, I'm done! I'll make you both the usual alright? Don't worry princess, you're gonna love it!" He rambles, even though he's already walking off to his designated cooking station. He's hilarious.

"Well that was very...interesting." You giggle, looking over at Shuji. He just facepalms in response, leaning his elbow on the table. "I really regret this decision..."

"You know, you could'a just told him we aren't actually together." You shrug plainly.

"You're the one with the "boyfriend", why didn't you tell him?" He claps back, raising a challenging brow at you. "Well he's your dad..." You narrow your eyes, yet feel kind of defeated as that comeback didn't really hit like you thought it would. Suddenly he gives you an annoying looking smirk, with a playful glint in his eyes. The switch up from him being embarrassed to wanting to mess around is crazy.

"Trynna be my girl for the night, angel?" He asks flirtatiously.

"Oh you'd just love that, huh?" You chuckle, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah I would, that's why I asked." He answers nonchalantly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours on the counter. You roll your eyes halfheartedly, trying to act like his words and that little gesture didn't just set off all kinds of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hmm, well if it's just for tonight, I guess I don't mind being your girl." You grin.

"Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" You hear Shuji's dad murmur to his fellow chef Ryō, nudging him. He still hasn't started cooking yet, just standing there next to Ryō at his cooking station while watching the two of you.

Shuji looks over at his dad, eyes narrowing at the older man. "Oops, I got caught! I promise I'm starting now!" His dad says with a laugh just before Shuji could say anything, raising his hands in surrender and finally getting started for real.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Shuji's dad is a real one!!!! We love Ren out here! P.S.: I really hope y'all are enjoying this story fr. I be throwing my back out with this one trynna keep a good balance of plot and smut.

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 5k💠 Released: April 1, 2024

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NOTE: Honestly, idk bout this chapter fr, I like it but don't at the same time lol. I was kinda struggling with this chapter buuuuut the tea 🫖 is for sure hot with this one! Hope y'all enjooooy❤︎

C.W: SMUT and HOT TEA! P in V, oral: fem receiving (I think that's it really)

7; Fake Date 约会

Flashback Saturday

A soft knock comes from Ken's dorm suite door, ripping him out of his wild-running thoughts.

"Comin'!" He hollers lazily, setting his alcohol bottle down and making his way out to the front door.

"Emma?" His brow raises confusedly.

"H-hi Ken. Could I come in?" She asks sheepishly, clutching the strap of her tote bag.

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"So, you know I'd never go out of my way to start any drama, and I care about you both. You two are my friends." Emma says in a cautious, sincere tone, looking at her hands clasped together nervously in her lap.

The two of them were sat on the edge of Ken's bed, the room slightly messy which was unusual for the guy. "Yeah...?" He raises a brow, starting to become skeptical.

"So...the other day I-....I saw Y/N get into someone's car. A guy's car. And I know that might not sound like anything bad but, I don't know, it just gave me an odd feeling. She had her duffel bag with her and-

"You think she's cheating on me?" Ken cuts in, his tone coming across a bit sharper than he intended.

"No! No I-...I just wanted to maybe warn you...of the possibility?" Her brows furrow, not really sure what exactly she was even trying to say. Emma starts to doubt herself, doubt her reasoning for coming here. So what if she got into another guy's car? Was it really that deep to come and "warn" Ken about?

"The possibility?" He raises a brow.

Emma shakes her head, getting up from the bed and grabbing her tote bag. "I know, I know! Why would I say that? I'm sorry-I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have come-

"No, it's fine Emma." Ken starts, grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her place. "To be honest I've been suspicious of her for a little while now." He sighs exasperatedly.

"Wait what?!" Emma's brows furrow in a mix of shock and confusion.

"It's not the first time I was told she got in a car with some other guy, and if it were her friend Baji neither of you would'a come to me about it."

"But-...but we don't know for sure if that means-

"You said you had an 'odd feeling', right? Well so do I." He says bitterly.

"That doesn't mean we're right, Ken." Emma assures, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Ken's jaw clenches as he looks to the side in thought.

"Emma...she's not in love with me. I know she's not, and it's becoming more and more clear every single day." He mutters wearily, feeling that harsh tug on his heart that he's been trying to run away from for the past few weeks.

"What?!" She outbursts, brows furrowed in bewilderment. "How could you say that?! You've been together for so long, how could you think-

"It's fake." Ken says plainly, rolling his eyes. Emma pauses, her mind malfunctioning as she tries to process his words. "W-what?" She murmurs, barely above a whisper.

"Our relationship, Emma, it's fake. Our parents are making us be together, and-...she just doesn't love me." He huffs exasperatedly.

Emma's brows furrow in disbelief, shaking her head. "I really don't understand. All this time, it's-..it's never been real? But I've seen you two though, the way you look at her, I know you're in love-

"Yeah, I am. She's the one that's not in love with me." He rolls his eyes. Emma looks up at him with an apologetic, and admittedly still baffled, expression.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't need pity, ok?" Ken grumbles, his tone much lower than before.

"I'm not pitying you, Ken. I'm sympathizing." Emma frowned, placing a hand on his cautiously.

"Lately I just-...I can feel her drifting away. She's slipping from me; right out of my hands, Emma."

"Is that why you've been..doing this more often?" She asks softly, gesturing towards the empty alcohol bottles on his once tidy desk.

Ken sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he places his head in his hands. "Yeah."

"Ken I-..you know, it may not be my place to say, but this isn't a good outlet. You're an athlete, this'll only cause problems for you in the future. I understand how you're feeling, but don't take it out on your body."

"Nothing else works." He mumbles.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the girl I slowly started to fall in love with doesn't feel the same, Emma! I've tried everything to get my mind off it, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not good enough for her!" Ken outbursts, looking up at Emma with teary eyes.

"Ken..." Emma trails off, not even sure of what to really say anymore.

"I've been takin' it out on her too, the girl I'm supposed to be in love with, getting pissed at her 'cause she doesn't feel the same. Then to make it worse, I think I might've said something bad to her one time; while I was high. She hasn't looked at me the same ever since. At this point, any chance I had to get her to love me back just went out the window." He shakes his head, tone filled with disappointment.

"I don't know, I just-..I just wanna feel something else. Even for a second." He admits wearily.

The two pause, looking one another in the eyes as the they both inwardly debate the exact same thing.

Emma knows she's always had feelings for Ken, ever since they first met during the universities' one week summer program. But she also knows where she stands with him, where her lane has always been. But in this small moment, all she can think of are his words, ringing all throughout her mind.

I just wanna feel something else....

She understands exactly how Ken feels, as she too is in the same boat. The one she loves is sitting directly in front of her yet feels just out of her reach, too busy sulking over a girl that's never even cared for him the way she does to notice her.

Ken sucks in a breath, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders even heavier than what he's already been dealing with. How could he be mad over the thought of his girl possibly cheating when he's debating doing the exact same thing in this very moment. Before Ken can even decide for himself, Emma abruptly leans in, placing her lips desperately onto his. The kiss was only a few seconds long, yet it seemed to drag and linger all at the same time.

Emma pulls away as fast as she leaned in, hovering her hands over her mouth as her eyes widen in horror. "I-oh my god, I'm so sorr-

Ken cuts her off, taking her by the cheek and pulling her into another kiss, deciding that if drinking and using those drugs Cho's friend has been getting him wasn't working, then Emma will do just fine instead.

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The Present Tuesday Night Shuji's Place

"Hmmmm." You moan blissfully. Shuji's shower is everything, a whole different type of experience from your little dorm suite shower. First of all it's pretty big since he's so tall, which you were actually expecting, and the water pressure is so much better than yours. Second of all, his soaps smell soooo good.

Once you were done your shower and moisturizing with his lotion you found, you wrapped yourself back up in the black towel and headed out of his room.

Since you came straight to his place from your rehearsal you never got the chance to bring anything to change into, so you'd need something of his.

You spot Shuji over at the kitchen shirtless, his back turned to you as he focuses on whatever dish he's making. It actually smells amazing, much to your genuine surprise. A devious smirk makes its way on your lips, an idea popping into your head. Sneaking over as quietly as possible, you make your way behind him, hoping he wouldn't turn around and ruin your plan. Your grin widens as you finally get right behind him, your hands reaching out for his sides.

"AAH!" You holler, your fingers nipping at his sides as you attempt to scare him.

"Ohhhhh noooo!" He says in a fake terrified tone, turning the fire of the stove off then looking down at you as he chuckles at your disappointed expression. "That was cute." He adds, poking your nose, and only furthering your disappointment in the turn out.

"Bruh..." You deadpan, pouting your bottom lip. He's not one of those jumpy people. "I need some clothes. I don't got nothin'." You state plainly, changing the subject.

"For what? I think you're good just like that, angel." He says seductively, snaking his right arm around your waist and pulling you close. Your heart flutters in your chest, the way his light golden brown eyes look into yours so lustfully makes you feel trapped.

"Hey wait, don't start." You warn.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently, setting the big spoon he had down and walking you backwards till you were up against the little island area.

"What you're starting right now", You chuckle, placing your hands on his arms, "We're supposed to have dinner first."

"Fuck it, I wanna go straight to dessert." His hands reach under your towel, gripping onto your ass firmly. "Gosh." You look down and to the side completely flustered. "You always make me feel so nervous..." You admit with a shy chuckle, still unable to look at him. He hums in satisfaction, his large hands slowly squeeze and massage your soft cheeks.

"I know, I love it; it turns me on. Now shut your sexy ass up and gimme a kiss." He demands playfully, brushing his lips along your jawline. You let out a small laugh, turning your head and placing your lips onto his. His left hand continues massaging your cheek, while the right slowly drags its way up to wrap around your neck, locking you in place. You gasp against his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the way he forces his tongue into your mouth all while firmly squeezing your throat.

He makes the kiss sloppy and slow, the sound of his tongue ravaging yours filling the space. Shuji pulls away, a thin string of saliva forming between both of your lips. His sensual eyes gaze into yours so intensely your legs involuntarily squeeze shut, trying to create a bit of friction for your needy core, aching for him like he was your source of oxygen. "You don't understand how much that little thing you do turns me on." He rasps sensually.

"What? What'd I do?" You mutter bashfully.

"You know. When you close your legs like that..." He looks down at your thighs then back up, letting out a deep sigh like he was trying to compose himself. "It makes me wanna do every nasty, wild thing I can think of to you." He says lowly, practically moaning as he spoke. You blink a few times completely shook at his words, only able to watch as the hand once around your neck takes the towel off your body, throwing it somewhere random. Then he cups your breasts, gently running his thumbs over your already hardened nipples.

"So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna make you cum on my tongue, and my fingers...then you're gonna bend over on this counter and cum all over my dick like a good girl, you got me angel?" He states simply, his pretty eyes trapping you in place.

Damn...

You swallow, feeling almost intimidated at how incredibly horny, and dead serious, he is. "Yes." You answer breathlessly, slowly nodding your head. He gives you a satisfied grin, then captures yours lips in another intense kiss.

You've lost track of time, and honestly, your mind has completely fogged up by now. It's not like you haven't gotten head before, but it's never been anything like this, or for such a long time.

Your fingers were laced through Shuji's pretty dark hair, gripping onto the strands and pulling. Heavy, labored breaths mixed with loud, sob-like moans fill the apartment, along with the utterly lewd noises coming from the sloppy and noisy way he eats you out. He's some kind of water deprived, feral man right now, licking and slurping away at your innocent pussy like he's been through the longest drought and you were an oasis of fresh water.

And then, he wraps his moist lips around your throbbing clit, sucking then flicking his tongue over and over. His finger plays with your tight entrance, circling and prodding before easing its way in to his knuckle, knocking the breath from your lungs. "Ooohh!" You cry out loudly, brows furrowing as he instantly adds another, setting the perfect medium pace back and forth. His long fingers, curl deep inside, hitting that perfect spot that nearly knocks the wind out of you. "Aaah, daddy!", You cry out shakily, "Right there!"

He moans lowly in satisfaction, the deep hum reverberating against your clit.

"I'm gonna cum again! Please, please don't stop!" You whine loudly. It was such a contrast of reactions, as you beg for more yet your hands and pads of your feet push against him. His fingers speed up their pace, just enough to make you cum on the spot. Your legs tremble as he works you through your heavy orgasm, slowing down to a stop.

Your body relaxes, puffing out soft, little pants.

"I ever tell you y'look so pretty when you cum?" Shuji asks flirtatiously, running his hands up your thighs and grabbing your hips gently. "Stop." You chuckle shyly, turning your head to the side. He laughs along with you, leaning over you and giving you a surprisingly soft peck on the lips.

"I'm serious, Doll, you make the best faces. It makes me wanna fuck you like this instead..." He murmurs softly, bringing your hips to the edge of the counter and lining himself up with your leaky entrance, sliding inside you easily. The two of you gasp in perfect sync, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts to the base, moaning lowly at the feeling of him stretching you out once again.

Instantly he sets a pace, giving you hard and heavy thrusts that make your legs tremble and your eyes roll back in pleasure. "Ughhh, fuck! Oh my god!" You moan loudly, the sound of your creamy, wet pussy reaching up to your ears.

"Right there, baby?" He murmured, hitting your sweet spot again and again.

"Yeeess!" You cry, throwing your head back as you felt yourself speeding towards another intense orgasm. He thrusted into you harder, making your body slightly jerk against the now warm countertop with every movement. Your moans shot up louder and louder, your whole body shaking and squirming under him.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You whimper shakily over and over, reaching down and gripping his arms tightly.

"Mhm, cum for me." He moans, keeping his fast strokes steady. You arch your back, breasts bouncing violently as you released all over him. He keeps going, not even bothering to slow down as you climax. You're absolutely reeling. "You're so damn wet." He coos, looking down at you with his pretty golden colored eyes. Abruptly, Shuji slows his pace down, slower and deeper, making you feel every single inch. You let out a long, drawn out moan, rocking your hips with his thrusts.

"Fuuuuck, it's so deeeep!" You whine breathlessly as he grinds into you harder with every stroke. You were about to cum all over again that fast. Then he leans over you, his captivating face just inches from yours, and says "Your man can't handle all this, pretty angel. You're too much for him."

Your breath hitches in your throat between moans, your brows creasing into a slight wince. Guilt suddenly washed over you, but not guilt that you were cheating, guilt that with every fiber of your being you felt that Shuji was right. All you could do was moan loudly in agreement, basking at the way his soft lips leave wet kisses against your neck.

"He can't fuck you like this, can he?" He questions, picking up the pace. His hands slide their way up your body, cupping and squeezing your breasts then running his thumbs over your hard nipples. "Uh uhh!" You shake your head weakly, looking up at him with glossy eyes. Those words and his hands squeezing your breasts were all it took for you to reach that beautiful climax again, the corners of your eyes watering with pleasure-filled tears.

Shuji slows to a stop, letting you ride it out this time, then helps you into a new position, bent over the counter with your hands splayed by either side of your head. He pulls your hips back against him, thrusting inside you, making you cry out "Ahhh!" loudly in pleasure. Your skin colliding with his and the beautiful pants and moans from both of you fill your ears, making you feel almost drunk.

"You feel so good daddyyy." You moan, throwing your ass back to meet with his hard thrusts. Shuji makes what you think might be the sexiest sound you've ever heard, a deep, drawn out moan that echoes in your mind. You had to hear it again, so you keep going, using your hands on the counter to help you. "Fuuuck baby." He groans sensually, loosening his grip around your hips.

"Keep going till you make yourself cum." Shuji instructs, running his hands up your back then down and over your ass, giving your right cheek a little smack. You whimper in response, loving the sting his hand left.

You didn't last very long, and quickly you were reaching another orgasm. It was becoming harder to stay steady, every movement becoming labored and weak. Your body is shaking too much, you couldn't help but slow down. "I-I can't!" You stammer, voice quivering.

"Don't stop." He commands, gripping your hips and setting you back at your original, faster pace. "I caaan't!" You whine, unable to keep up with this pace. You were starting to feel like before, when he made you squirt the first time. It was too overwhelming to control yourself. "'S it too much, angel?" He teases, giving you hard thrusts that made your walls flutter. Loud ah's were all you could respond with, squeezing your eyes closed as your legs flail around.

Then, the tightness in your cord breaks like a dam, squirting all over him as you scream. "So fuckin' sexy." He moans lowly. That was just enough for him to reach his own high, cumming soon after you.

You both pant heavily, slowly coming down from the intensity of climaxing. "We made a mess." Shuji chuckles, leaning over you and kissing the space between your neck and shoulder. You hum weakly in response, still not yet ready to move or stand upright.

40 Mins Later

You were beyond surprised that the two of you weren't knocked out immediately after everything that went down, too tired to really eat, but no. There seemed to be almost a short boost of energy from the both of you. Or at least enough of a boost of energy to want to eat before going to sleep.

He'd given you a red shirt to wear, though really it's a mid thigh length dress on you, but that just made it feel cozier. Tonight he'd made you both chicken curry, using Jasmine rice. It was a surprising meal choice in your opinion. You definitely did not really think of Shuji as the cooking type. Your both sat at the table near the kitchen, one across from the other.

"I can't even lie..." You begin, chuckling a little bit.

"Why do I already know what you're gonna say..?" He narrows his eyes halfheartedly at you.

"I'm surprised you cooked something this nice and like...didn't immediately burn the whole apartment building down. I'm actually impressed!" You full out laugh, his salty expression amusing you.

"I can cook a few things. I'm not livin' off cup noodles every single day." He pouts.

"I'm kinda jealous. My tiny little spot they call a kitchen space doesn't really let me make too many nice meals like I would at home. I wish I had an apartment." You huff, pouting before taking another bite of food.

"The dorms have a kitchen space?!"

"Yeah! They're like literal suites. There's a little living room, kitchen, and my dorm has a bathroom right across from my bedroom."

"You do have an apartment then. It's just a small ass one." He chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's not like-..WAIT SIDEBAR CONVERSATION!" You outburst abruptly.

"I don't even know why this just popped in my head, but bruh, story time. So I'm getting ready for rehearsal tonight, right? I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared. He's like stuttering his ass off talkin' bout "h-h-hey there" all weird-..."

You tell him the whole story, trying but failing to remember what that guys name was.

"He asked you on a date?" Shuji raises a brow, letting out a scoff-like laugh.

"He sure did! He was acting like he's seen me before too, which I don't know maybe he has, but I've never seen the dude! It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...I was like naaah I gotta bounce." You shake your head, laughing a bit along with him. Talking about it like this with Shuji made you feel less uncomfortable about the whole situation.

"What'd he look like?" He asks curiously.

"Not gonna lie, weird. But he had like kinda longish hair, dark eyes; plaid outfit. Really plain." You shrug. "I mean, I just told him I have a boyfriend, which..is true..." You trail off, feeling a little awkward saying that since you were currently living it up with another guy.

There goes the guilt again...

"What's up with you and him anyways?" He asks, his brow slightly raised in curiosity.

"Who? Ken?" You furrow your brows, completely caught off guard by the sudden switch of topics.

"Yeah. You two havin' trouble in paradise or somethin'?"

You go silent, pursing your lips a bit into a frown. "Uuhhh, it's not-..no, we're fine, really. We just argue a lot these days, but that's normal-

"Is it?" He cuts in, raising a brow.

"Well what do you know? You ever have a girlfriend?" You sass.

"No. But I know I wouldn't let my girl slip away over somethin' as dumb as a few arguments. Especially not one like you." His tone is shockingly sincere, looking you dead in the eyes. That last part was so unnecessary, and it bothered you the way it made your heart flutter like a lovestruck middle school girl. You huffed exasperatedly, debating with yourself if it seemed like a good idea to vent your relationship frustrations to the guy you're currently cheating on your "boyfriend" with.

"I'm not slipping away from him. We're fine." You mutter tight lipped, rolling your eyes a bit. "Sooo, what's your definition of slippin' away then doll, 'cause to everyone else that's exactly what you're doin'." He quips with a breathy chuckle. You narrow your eyes at him, getting annoyed at how he keeps backing you into a corner with every response you give him. "Ok..sure, maybe it is. Doesn't mean I don't still care." You throw your hands up.

"How do you care and slip away at the same time?" He asks with a raised brow. "Well-..." You go silent, not really able to think of a good comeback in time, so he takes the chance to go and throw another question your way. "If you don't wanna be with him, why bother to stay?"

You clench your jaw, barefoot tapping against the wooden floor rapidly. Ok, now he's treading into real deep, uncharted waters. What's he even care about any of this for? He doesn't really seem like the deep, emotional conversations type, but clearly that must be wrong.

"I bother to stay because that's what you do when you care for someone-

"No, that's what you do when you feel like you don't have any other options." He cuts in, his tone all matter of fact like he knows better than you or something.

"Ok then, you're right, I don't have any other options! Are you happy now, detective Hanma?! I stay because I have to." You argue, heart pumping a mixture of anxiousness and annoyance. The only people who know about your situation with Ken are your teacher Janette and recently Baji, that's it. It was already risking a lot telling those two but you actually trust them. Hanma though...he's too new. You weren't one hundred percent sure he wouldn't tell, yet at the same time, he hasn't spilled anything about you cheating all this time.

His lips part once again, getting ready to hit you with another personal question. "What's making you feel like-

"Our relationship is fake! It's fake, Shuji! It's why I seem like I never care, and why I seem to never feel all that bad about "cheating" on him. You can't really cheat on someone you're not even actually dating." You rant exasperatedly, resting your chin on your hand with your elbow propped up on the table.

He blinks a few times, looking at you like you just told him the earth is actually in the shape of a cube and not a sphere.

"Our parents...they're the ones making us be together. His dad and my mom to be exact. They want us together because I guess it looks good or something; I really don't even know anymore why they're making us do this. Their reasoning kind of changes the longer this goes on. First it was to keep a good appearance in front of sponsors and the administration, then it was to keep us from getting "distracted" from our goals or whatever. Basically if I break up with Ken, she'll pull me out of the school. I won't be able to dance, and I kinda care more about dancing than I do trynna fight about not wanting to be with Ken." You clarify softly, tone exhausted and slightly ashamed.

"I...wasn't expecting that." He says in shock, his eyes slightly wide as he takes in this new information.

"Yeah. Who would?" You murmur dryly.

"So...would you rather spend time with me or your fake boyfriend?" He raises a brow, a completely inappropriate for the situation type of grin on his face. "Wow." You shake your head, not even a little bit shocked that he'd ask something like that in this exact moment. Not a single "sheesh, that's really tough" or "I'm so sorry you're going through that", nope, his mind went straight for a would you rather question to boost his own head up. Such a guyish response.

"Neither." You respond nonchalantly, leaning back in the dining chair, matching the same smug grin on his face. He pouts, admittedly in a very cute way, placing a hand on his chest.

"Whaaaat?! I'm hurt, angel. I just made you cum like five times;...and made you a nice dinner just as you said." He says.

"Ok, first of all, no you did not actually keep count. Second, sure, for some reason I guess I would rather spend time with you over Ken. But don't get too hype, this could very well be just a little phase." You chuckle, pointing a warning finger at him. "Oh just a little phase? Come sit on my lap and say that again." He challenges with a flirtatious tone. A mischievous grin makes its way across the length of your lips, scooting your chair back from the table a bit.

"Nah I'm good. Why don't you come over here and make me say it again?" Your eyes sparkle with a little excitement as you stand your ground.

The both of you go dead silent, eyes watching each other, waiting for who would break first.

"I'm waiting..." You tilt your head to the side, sassiness dripping off your tongue.

He narrows his eyes halfheartedly, raising from the chair and making his way over to you. You watch in excitement as he rests his hands on either side of your seat, caging you in. Your eyes meet, and a sensual chill goes down your spine. Shuji's lips press onto yours in a dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. A soft, blissful moan slips passed your lips, your hands cupping his face. Slowly he pulls away, lingering his lips against yours.

"You think you're so cute, huh? Tellin' me what to do." He rasps with a halfhearted glare.

"No, I know I'm cute tellin' you what to do", You chuckle softly, tapping your nose against his, "You like it always."

"Yeah; not really sure why." He grumbles.

Your lips shift into a smug grin. "It's that particular effect I have, you know? I just give off-

"Alright, not too much..." He waves you off, going and taking both of your plates to the sink. You giggle at his reaction, watching him briefly get to washing the dishes.

"Hey so...when are you gonna put those dance courses to use and dance for me?" He asks playfully, yet also fully serious. "Oop?" You laugh, brows furrowed in confusion and amusement at the random and abrupt topic change. "Uhhh, I gotchu after you dance for me. How 'bout that?" You chuckle softly. "Ok...I got a lil somethin'." He grins back at you, doing a very...interesting movement with his shoulders.

"Stop. Immediately stop." You cringe between laughs. He sets the plates on the little dryer rack, dries his hands off, then makes his way back over to you. "Dance with me." He says playfully, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet.

"How do you have all this energy? I thought we were gonna go to sleep now." You whine halfheartedly, nodding towards his bedroom behind you.

"You don't wanna dance with me?" He pouts cutely, pulling you close to him.

"I mean...do you even know how to dance like this?" You raise a knowing brow.

"Well you're the dancer. Teach me." He shrugs.

"Teach?! Uh uh, it's time to go to sleep. How do you all of a sudden wanna do a whole dance lesson?! Like, I know for a fact as soon as your head hits that pillow you're gonna be gone." You shake your head, taking his hand and attempting to lead him to the bedroom. He doesn't budge at all, just standing there still pouting like a baby.

"Ughhhh, ok, you know what? I promise I'll dance with you, but not tonight." You assure softly, giving him the most sincerest expression.

He instantly smiles at your promise, taking you and picking you up in his arms. "You better not forget."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok but....not Ken and Emma tho. It's giving very much hypocrite with Ken. 🎶I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it!🎶! (Y'all know that Beyonce song? No? Ok...)

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#a mile away ㊙️#shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader smut #shuji hanma x black fem reader #shuji hanma x fem reader #shuji hanma x black fem reader smut #shuji hanma smut #tokyo rev #ken ryuguji x black fem reader #ken ryuguji x reader #black female reader #black female writer

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 4k💠 Released: August 30, 2024

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10; Allegations 指控

Shuji feels a heavy weight partially lift off of his shoulders when he sees you finally awake, but it also pained him the way you looked so tired and devastated, sitting there with red, puffy eyes.

"Hey pretty girl." He says softly, reaching over and wiping a few stray tears with the back of his hand. It felt so strange to him, being so soft and gentle with someone, and caring so much. He never realized how powerful tears could be until right now. You had his heart clenching and didn't even know it.

"I don't feel pretty. I feel terrible." You mutter blandly with a light sniffle, looking down with a deep frown on your lips.

"Trust me you're still a ten even in a hospital bed." He grins, attempting to lighten the mood, but honestly...it was just truly how he felt.

"Stop..." You purse your lips together, trying not to smile at that.

"I mean it." He says softly, leaning down and giving you a quick, uncharacteristically gentle kiss.

Finally you give him a smile, that cute, shy smile that gets him every time. But as fast as the smile appeared, it faded right back into that same deep frown from before. "I-...I don't want you to go away." You murmur sadly, looking up at him with nearly desperate looking eyes.

Shuji furrows his brows. "What're you talkin' about? I'm right here. I'm not goin' anywhere."

"No." You shake your head, "I mean...I-I don't want you to leave me. I don't want this to go away." Your tone is so quiet he almost doesn't hear you, or really, he almost doesn't believe you actually just said that.

"Angel...-

"I don't want you to be like this with another girl; doing to her what you do to me. I want you to just be this way with me, 'cause I-...I li-

Abruptly, Shuji cuts you off with a soft kiss. He wasn't fully sure why he went and did it but, it was just the first thing that came to his mind. Slowly he pulls away, his eyes closed as he struggles to manage the awkward and unnecessarily aggressive pounding in his chest.

"Don't say it." He whispers desperately.

"But-

"I'm serious, you don't know what you're talkin' about. I don't think you really mean all this." He says rather uneasily.

"No, I do! I mean it, I like you!" You assert in a bit of a whiny tone, looking up at him with the most sincerest expression you could muster.

"No", He shakes his head, "No, you don't. You're just...probably feelin' emotional right now 'cause of everything goin' on." He concludes. Truly he wasn't sure he could handle hearing this from you.

You frown, but press on anyways, determined to get your feelings across. "I like you, Shuji. I wanna be more-

"Stop." He says wearily, shaking his head. The more you say it the more it forces him to have to actually acknowledge it, actually do something about it, and he had no idea what to do about this.

"Don't you?! Don't you like me too?! You really don't feel anything for me; not-..not at all?!" Your eyes instantly blur for the thousandth time, small tears starting to make their way down your cheeks just as you had finally stopped crying a second ago.

Shuji sighs exasperatedly, feeling like an asshole for making you cry, even though he was ninety eight percent sure this was purely just heat of the moment, high emotions talk. "Come on, don't cry angel; where's this even comin' from? You have a boyfriend, remember? You know that. You can't ask me somethin' like this." He coos, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He felt so hypocritical saying that. Since when has he ever given a shit about you having a boyfriend?

"So, you don't then? This whole time you-...you don't really like me?" You sniffle, casting your gaze downwards in a mix of hurt and embarrassment. Shuji feels stuck, at a complete loss as he tries to rack his brain for something to say that could possibly diffuse this. For the first time ever he feels completely overwhelmed by a situation; by another person. This was way too far out of his usual territory, and it's throwing him off.

"I-...look, I really don't think this is the right time to talk about-

"Do you or not?!" You press, becoming annoyed at the way he keeps fumbling around and deflecting. For a moment there's nothing but silence between you two. Both eyes locked onto one another stubbornly, inaudibly waiting for the other to crack and accept their loss.

Then finally, Shuji looks to the side with a grunt, jaw clenched tightly while facepalming in defeat. "...I do." He admits in a hushed, low tone.

"What?" You mutter in surprise, blinking a few times.

"I got feelings for you. I've had feelings for you for a while now." He clarifies, his tone still soft yet there's a clear discomfort. "But...you know I don't know anything about that boyfriend stuff; I'm not good at that kind'a thing. I can't give you what you need." He adds apologetically. Instantly you feel a small sharp sting in your heart, completely taken aback by his excuse.

"What does that mean? You-.. so you don't wanna be with me?" You mutter.

Shuji feels genuinely terrible, the way your voice is shaking with that hurt expression, it's killing him. "It's not about if I wanna be with you. Even if I wanted to you're already with somebody else. We can't be more than this anyways." He shakes his head, brushing your tear stained cheek with the back of his fingers.

You use a little bit of strength to place your small hand over his. "If I wasn't with him would you be with me?" You ask, looking him right in the eyes, not at all believing his words. He's never been the type to not go after something he wanted, no matter if it was his or not.

Shuji huffs tiredly, once again feeling cornered by your difficult questions. "I mean, I don't know, I-

"Would you?" You cut him off, your tone soft yet you were clearly getting impatient.

You and that look in your eyes is gonna be the death of him for sure. "If you weren't with him you'd probably already be my girl by now." He admits straight away. Inwardly he was cringing so hard at himself, second guessing his own response.

That sounded sappy as fuck...

You seemed to think otherwise though, with the way your lips instantly curve into a small, warm smile. "I wanna be your girl, Shuji." You hum longingly. Softly, you brush your pretty lips against the back of his tattooed hand, looking him in the eyes with a passion-filled gaze all the while.

"What the hell are you doin', angel?" Shuji whispers breathlessly. The audacity to say something like that and do something like that, all while looking at him like that...

In any other normal situation you pulling off something like this would damn sure have him bending you over the nearest surface and making you his girl. Shit, you could be whatever you wanted talking to him like that!

"I'm just telling you what I want." You murmur honestly against his hand.

"I think...the drugs are talkin' right now." He chokes out hesitantly, using every bit of his strength to block out all the loud, sexual thoughts trying to force its way to the forefront of his mind. "I don't care, it's still how I feel. I wanna be with you." You answer without even a second of hesitation, shaking your head.

Shuji wonders if this must be how you feel when he acts this way towards you, a wild mixture of feeling both so tempted yet so damn conflicted. Then just to make it even worse you have him fully seduced and wrapped around your little ass finger, ready to do whatever you ask.

"Only you would have me genuinely turned on while literally laying in a hospital bed." He facepalms, resting his head down on your shoulder.

"Maybe..." You start rather arbitrarily, turning your head towards him as you let go of his hand, "The next time I'm in a hospital bed will be because you finally put a baby in me." You murmur innocently.

"What?!" Shuji instantly whips his head up, blinking a few times while looking at you with his jaw on the floor. For the first time in his life something someone else has said to him has him literally dumbfounded. The audacity...the randomness, it was so....hot. His brain was completely malfunctioning, both trying to process and replay your words at the same time to make sure he actually heard you right.

Meanwhile you're just sitting there, sheepishly pursing your lips together to hide the little cutesy smile on your face, and it's making him mad. More like a concerning level of sexually frustrated, but that's besides the point. It's heinous the way you have him fully bricked up and ready in this stupid ass hospital, yet he can't do anything about it, and you're literally proud about that! It should be illegal to say something like that so innocently. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you knew it was working too.

"You don't know what you're sayin'. You-...you're talkin' crazy, baby." He says softly, shaking his head while running a hand through his dark hair.

"No I'm not." You deny in such an innocent, sweet tone.

"Yeah, ok. We'll see if that's still how you feel when you're fully sober." He sighs, deeply inhaling and exhaling to keep that tiny little shred of composure he had left.

Then with absolutely perfect timing, Dr. Chen walks back in with a clipboard full of documents. Thank God, if he had stayed any longer he was a undoubtedly sure he was gonna end up risking it all in this hospital and doing some shit he really shouldn't.

"I have the documents here for you to sign and give consent for the forensic exam process." She states politely, walking over to the other side of the hospital bed and placing the clipboard on your lap.

"Feel free to stay if you'd like. We can't start until all the documents are signed, so you have some time." She adds, turning her attention to him.

"Nah nah, I should go." He shakes his head. "I'll come back later." He adds softly, giving you one last look before making his way to the door.

Just as Shuji leaves your room, a familiar face makes him stop dead in his tracks. It's your late ass "boyfriend", and he looks pissed, storming over to him with his eyes blazing with animosity.

Perfect timing....how ironic.

"I fuckin' knew it. I knew it would be you!" He grits out, stepping right up to him.

On the bright side, this is the perfect opportunity for Shuji to let off some of his frustration. Definitely not in the way he'd like to, but...it'll have to do for now.

Meanwhile, Keisuke and Kazutora are just down the hall, coming back from one of the nearest vending machines with their hands full of snacks. "Wait wait wait, you hear that?" Kazutora murmurs, slowing to a stop as he listens intently to the semi-faded yelling.

"Is that Ryuguji?! How the hell does he know about this?!" Kei rambles in bewilderment.

"Oh, I texted him a while ago. I figured he'd wanna know since it's his girlfriend." Kazutora shrugs plainly.

"You idiot..." Kei narrows his eyes.

"What?! What'd I do?!"

"Bro, they're not on good terms right now!" Kei scolds.

"Who?! Hanma and Ryuguji?" Kazutora's brows furrow.

"Nooooo! Ryuguji and Y/N aren't cool right now! But I mean, I guess him and Hanma aren't cool either."

Kazutora's mouth falls into an "O" shape, the both of them going silent as they listen in to whatever was going on.

"Don't fuckin' play these stupid ass games with me! I know for a fact you're the one fuckin' my girl! Don't even try to act like it's not true, Hanma!" Ryuguji accuses.

Both Kei and Kazutora's eyes go wide, mouths dropping as they look at each other utterly shook.

"Whaaaaaat?!" Kazutora mouths quietly.

"What is goin' on?!" Kei murmurs.

"Did you know that?!" Kazutora whispers.

"Hell no! I didn't even know he knew Y/N!" Kei shakes his head frantically.

"Woooooow." Kazutora whispers.

"Your girl?! You're really bitchin' to me about games when you're the one playing pretend with her every single day. She's literally never been your girl." Hanma claps back nonchalantly.

"Wait what?!" Kazutora gasps once again.

"Ok, well see, that I did know." Kei murmurs.

"What does he mean pretend?!" Kazutora whispers.

"So like, Y/N and Ryuguji are actually a fake couple, bro. They're not really together; never have been." Kei explains briefly.

At this point Kazutora has to take a short lap, his brain failing to comprehend the whole situation. "Wait hold up, hold up. Y/N and Ryuguji...aren't actually together. Then on top of that, she's in a whole separate thing with Hanma at the same time?!"

"I-..I guess so, yeah. She didn't tell me the part with Hanma though; I have no idea where or when he came in." Keisuke shrugs, feeling just as lost as his friend.

"It's like a fake love triangle. No, a...love diagonal? I don't even know, college is crazy bro." Kazutora shakes his head. "Should we like...break this up though?"

"Not even gonna lie, I'm kinda trynna hear this." Kei admits with a guilty laugh. "No facts, this is dramatic as fuck." Kazutora nods, joining in with the laughter, then tuning back into the argument.

"That doesn't matter! You probably didn't even know it was fake until she told you at some point! That means before that, you knew we were together, yet you still went after her anyways!" Ken rants.

Shuji pauses for a second, looking to the side in thought before forming a response. "Ok...sure. You're still not actually together though, so being mad at me is crazy. You should actually be her real boyfriend in the first place before being this pissed that she's fuckin' someone else." Hanma shrugs plainly.

Kazutora leans over towards Keisuke, whispering quietly "They're really deadass fighting over her..."

"No like, in the middle of a hospital too. When has Hanma ever argued over a girl, bro?" Keisuke says in a dazed tone.

"Never...never." Kazutora responds.

"If this were the other way around-

"If this were the other way around she'd actually be mine. I would never be caught in a fake ass relationship then have the audacity to be mad when I find out she's fuckin' someone else! That's just straight idiot behavior." Shuji cuts off Ken annoyedly, his tone fully condescending.

"You're going out of your way to miss the point, Hanma! You're a fuckin' snake!" Ken rants.

"I'm a snake 'cause your "girlfriend" wants to be with me instead?!"

"Because you stole her from me! On purpose!"

"She's not yours to steal! You're relationship is faaake! That shit ain't real!" Shuji stresses.

Ken clenches his jaw angrily. "Unlike you, I actually give a damn about her! And honestly, wether our relationship's real or not, I'm the one she's with at the end of the day, not you!" Ken points out with angry finality. And with that, Shuji was completely over this argument. Using being a fake boyfriend as a flex was the dumbest shit he's ever heard possibly in his whole life.

"Right, sure. She might be your "girlfriend" or whatever, but that doesn't really mean shit when I'm all she thinks about every time she's with you." He countered with a level of pride that made Ken's blood boiling hot.

"Ooooo..." Both Kazutora and Keisuke murmur lowly. "That was excellent. He won with that one." Kazutora says, hovering a hand over his mouth. "To be honest, Ryuguji was never gonna win this. They've been "together" for like two years and he's still never bothered to make it official?! No, he's trash. Completely fumbled the bag."

"Y/N's pretty too, he really-

Kazutora cuts himself off, watching with wide eyes as Ryuguji suddenly goes for a punch right for Hanma's face. "OOOOHHHH!" The two guys gasp loudly. "I knew that was comin'." Keisuke shakes his head. Ken went and set things off to a whole other level. Both of them start full out fighting right in the middle of the waiting area...in the middle of a hospital.

"Shit, alright, we gotta jump in! You get Hanma, I'll handle Ryuguji!" Keisuke says hurriedly. The two of them sort of scramble around for a second, trying to figure out where to put their snacks before just leaving it all on the floor and racing over to the fight.

"Ryuguji, chill the fuck out! You're in a hospital! This is crazy!" Keisuke scolds, grabbing him by the forearm. It was like Kei wasn't even there with the way Ken just kept swinging and shit talking. It didn't take too much for Kazutora to get Hanma to back off, seeing as he wasn't nearly as pissed.

"Just admit you're jealous, Hanma!" Ryuguji shouts.

"You're so delusional it's actually sad. The only one jealous is you 'cause you know Y/N doesn't feel the same way about you!" Shuji retaliates.

"Don't even bother, don't even bother." Kazutora says, shaking his head as he tries to drag Hanma along towards the hallway him and Keisuke had just came from.

"Do you even actually give a shit about her-

"Ryuguji shut the fuck up!" Keisuke outbursts loudly. That last bit Ken had said just hit him all kinds of wrong. Finally he shuts up, no longer struggling against Keisuke's grasp as he looks at him with wide eyes, completely caught off guard that he'd went and yelled at him like that.

"You're really over here talkin' about if he gives a shit about Y/N?! Do you even realize that as soon as you got here the very first thing you decided to do was start a stupid ass argument with Hanma when your supposed girlfriend is literally laying in a hospital bed right there?!" Keisuke rants, pointing over at your room just a few feet away.

Ken freezes, the awareness of what he did, or rather didn't do, finally starting to sink in. There were so many people staring at him, looks of distaste being thrown his way from the nurses, families, and patients alike.

"Exactly. I swear Ryuguji I don't know what the hell's goin' on with you lately, but you need to get it together real fuckin' quick. There's no way you really believe you love Y/N when not at any point did you go and check on her, or even just look at her to see if she's fine! She got drugged, bro; she had a seizure! When I went in there she was scared as fuck, she could barely even move! You'd actually know all that had you gone in there to see her!"

The more Keisuke spoke the more utterly embarrassed Ken felt. Once again he goes and screws everything up by running his mouth. It wasn't like he wasn't worried about you or didn't wanna check on you, it's just...when he saw Hanma come out of your room his mind went somewhere else.

It's the fact that he was here before him, already having checked on you and supporting you; probably holding you close and making sure you felt safe. It made him feel like a failure. What good was he when already three other guys were here for you?

It's what he's always been afraid of, that you're just fine and completely unfazed without him. For the longest time that's been his worst nightmare, and somehow he never thought it could get worse than how bad it already was.

Now Hanma's just his nightmare in physical form. The personification of all his fears when it comes to you, and during his entire argument with him all Ken could hear in his mind was:

He's everything I'm not...

Horrific images of the two of you together haunted him every second he looked at Hanma. He could see your arms around him, exchanging kisses and smiles; running your little fingers through his hair. Any thought of your desperate boyfriend completely gone out of your mind.

Honestly Ken just wants you to need him like he needs you. To feel like you have nothing if you don't have him. He wants you to fall apart without him so he can come and piece you back together, like how you'd always do with him. But today just made it obvious.

That's probably never gonna happen...

Then right on cue, he spots someone at the end of one of the hallways that led from the main lobby of the hospital.

Your mother.

Everybody's hearts seemed to drop to their feet at the sight of her. It didn't take rocket science for Shuji and Kazutora to realize you were related. You were this woman's spitting image. "Ms. L/N..." Keisuke whispers under his breath, taking a step away from Ken. With a strained exhale she makes her way over to where Ken and Keisuke are in the center of the waiting area. Kazutora and Hanma are completely frozen, just watching as she approaches the other two.

"Ms. L/N, I-I'm so sorr-

She doesn't even look at Ken, just raises her hand without a word, immediately silencing him. She definitely heard and saw everything, or at least a good portion. That much was obvious.

"Keisuke?" She says lowly, actually looking at him.

"Yes ma'am?" He responds instantly, tone dripping with politeness and respect.

"Take me to my daughter's room. Right now." Ms. L/N demands, her voice making it clear she was not trynna hear anything other than yes.

"Ok. She's in here." He nods, quickly making his way to her side.

"Thank you." She breathes out tiredly.

Ken stands there, eyes wide in a mixture of embarrassment and shock. Your mom really chose Keisuke over him...right in front of him. She'd rather a friend go in there with her than her own daughter's boyfriend?! At this point he couldn't tell which thing hurt more, the fact that you're slipping away from him, or the fact that your mom didn't even trust him anymore.

Later That Evening

Your eyes could barely stay open from how tired you are at this point. You needed your bed immediately, and nothing else.

The examination process was finally over, and you were almost cleared to leave the hospital, but your mom's constant rambling and nagging was just getting started.

"-You hear me? Not another second with that boy!"

"Who? Keisuke?" You murmur tiredly, brows slightly furrowed in genuine confusion.

"No! I mean that boy you've been messing around with! He's caused nothing but trouble for you, and I've had enough! I'm over it; this is too much!" She stresses, gesturing towards all of you with a hand.

"He's not the one that did this." You shake your head. It hadn't even fully registered to you that she's somehow well aware about you and Shuji.

"That's not the point, Y/N. I don't want you around him anymore; I mean that."

You didn't have the energy to put up much of a fight and protest, honestly you were sure you'd probably go home and forget this conversation too just like everything else from today. Once the doctors clear you, your mom decides to be the one to take you back to your dorm, leaving Keisuke, Ken, and everyone else to head off by themselves.

Your mom came with you all the way up to your dorm room, making sure you were in there safe and sound before finally heading out. Of course not without making it clear for the thousandth time that she doesn't want you anywhere near Shuji.

Immediately you practically rip your clothes off then plop face first right onto your plush bed. "What kind of day was this?" You whisper to yourself, that weighty, dark feeling making its way back onto your shoulders with full force. It was shocking yet really not that no more tears were left, your body too exhausted to do anything else but lay. Weakly you get yourself under the blankets, snuggling and curling into a little ball to comfort yourself and bring some warmth.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: AAAWWWWWW Not the confession🥺 I had been debating for a while with this chapter if I wanted the reader or Shuji to confess first teehee

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strawberryfairi · 6 months ago

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You talk about forgetting your stories as if it is possible to forget any of them!!!!🫠🫠

Your stories are the death of me.🥹❤️

Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 4k💠 Released: April 29, 2024

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NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: ( For sweet anon: LITERALLY STAWP! MY HEART🥹❤️) Y'all...my fault y'all, dang I'm late with this chapter update😭 but that's ok! This chapter is a bit on the shorter side (4k instead of the usual 5k) but chapter 11 will hopefully be much longer!

C.W: TRIGGER WARNING! Angst (not as much as last chapter though), mentions of date rape/sexual assault, reader has a seizure, "Rape Kit" (Sexual Assault Forensic Exam) mentioned, Best Friend Keisuke Baji is supportive!!!

10; Allegations 指控

Shuji feels a heavy weight partially lift off of his shoulders when he sees you finally awake, but it also pained him the way you looked so tired and devastated, sitting there with red, puffy eyes.

"I don't feel pretty. I feel terrible." You mutter blandly with a light sniffle, looking down with a deep frown on your lips.

"Trust me you're still a ten even in a hospital bed." He grins, attempting to lighten the mood, but honestly...it was just truly how he felt.

"Stop..." You purse your lips together, trying not to smile at that.

"I mean it." He says softly, leaning down and giving you a quick, uncharacteristically gentle kiss.

Shuji furrows his brows. "What're you talkin' about? I'm right here. I'm not goin' anywhere."

"Angel...-

"I don't want you to be like this with another girl; doing to her what you do to me. I want you to just be this way with me, 'cause I-...I li-

"Don't say it." He whispers desperately.

"But-

"I'm serious, you don't know what you're talkin' about. I don't think you really mean all this." He says rather uneasily.

"No, I do! I mean it, I like you!" You assert in a bit of a whiny tone, looking up at him with the most sincerest expression you could muster.

"No", He shakes his head, "No, you don't. You're just...probably feelin' emotional right now 'cause of everything goin' on." He concludes. Truly he wasn't sure he could handle hearing this from you.

You frown, but press on anyways, determined to get your feelings across. "I like you, Shuji. I wanna be more-

"Stop." He says wearily. The more you say it the more it forces him to have to actually acknowledge it, actually do something about it, and he had no idea what to do about this.

Shuji sighs exasperatedly, feeling like an asshole for making you cry, even though he was ninety eight percent sure this was purely just heat of the moment, high emotions talk. "Come on, don't cry angel; where's this even comin' from? You have a boyfriend, remember? You know that. You can't ask me somethin' like this." He coos, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He feels so hypocritical saying that. Since when has he ever given a shit about you having a boyfriend?

"So, you don't then? This whole time you-...you don't really like me?" You sniffle, casting your gaze downwards in a mixture of hurt and embarrassment. Shuji feels stuck, at a complete loss as he tries to rack his brain for something to say that could possibly diffuse this. For the first time ever he feels completely overwhelmed by a situation; by another person. This was way too far out of his usual territory, and it's throwing him off.

"I-...look, I really don't think this is the right time to talk about-

Then finally, Shuji looks to the side with a grunt, jaw clenching tightly while facepalming in defeat. "...I do." He admits in a hushed, low tone.

"What?" You mutter in surprise, blinking a few times.

"What does that mean? You-..so you don't wanna be with me?" You mutter.

Shuji huffs tiredly, once again feeling cornered by your difficult questions. "I mean, I don't know, I-

"Would you?" You cut him off, your tone soft yet you were clearly getting impatient.

That sounded sappy as fuck...

You seemed to think otherwise though, with the way your lips instantly curve into a small, warm smile. "I wanna be your girl, Shuji." You hum longingly. Softly you brush your pretty lips against the back of his tattooed hand, looking him in the eyes with a passion-filled gaze all the while.

"What the hell are you doin', angel?" Shuji whispers breathlessly. The audacity to say something like that and do something like that, all while looking at him like that...

"I'm just telling you what I want." You murmur honestly against his hand.

Shuji wonders if this must be how you feel when he sort of acts this way towards you, a wild mixture of feeling both so tempted yet so damn conflicted. You really have him fully seduced and wrapped around your little ass finger, ready to do whatever you ask without a second of hesitation.

"Only you would have me genuinely turned on while literally laying in a hospital bed." He facepalms, resting his head down on your shoulder.

"I hope..." You start rather arbitrarily, turning your head towards him as you let go of his hand, "The next time I'm in a hospital bed will be because you finally put a baby in me." You murmur innocently.

"You don't know what you're sayin'. You-...you're talkin' crazy, baby." He says softly, shaking his head while running a hand through his dark hair.

"No I'm not." You deny in such an innocent, sweet tone.

"Yeah, ok. We'll see if that's still how you feel when you're fully sober." He chuckles dryly, deeply inhaling and exhaling to keep that tiny little shred of composure he had left.

"Feel free to stay if you'd like. We can't start until all the documents are signed, so you have some time." She adds, turning her attention to him.

"Nah nah, I should go." He shakes his head. "I'll come back later." He adds softly, giving you one last look before making his way to the door.

Just as Shuji leaves your room, a familiar face makes him stop dead in his tracks. It's your late ass "boyfriend", and he looks pissed, storming over to him with his eyes blazing with animosity.

Perfect timing....how ironic.

"I fuckin' knew it. I knew it would be you!" He grits out, stepping right up to him.

On the bright side, this is the perfect opportunity for Shuji to let off some of his frustration. Definitely not in the way he'd like to, but...it'll have to do for now.

"Is that Ryuguji?! How the hell does he know about this?!" Kei rambles in bewilderment.

"Oh, I texted him a while ago. I figured he'd wanna know since it's his girlfriend." Kazutora shrugs plainly.

"You idiot..." Kei narrows his eyes.

"What?! What'd I do?!"

"Bro, they're not on good terms right now!" Kei scolds.

"Who?! Hanma and Ryuguji?" Kazutora's brows furrow.

"Nooooo! Ryuguji and Y/N aren't cool right now! But I mean, I guess him and Hanma aren't cool either."

Kazutora's mouth falls into an "O" shape, the both of them going silent as they listen in to whatever was going on.

"Don't fuckin' play these stupid ass games with me! I know for a fact you're the one fuckin' my girl! Don't even try to act like it's not true, Hanma!" Ryuguji accuses.

Both Kei and Kazutora's eyes go wide, mouths dropping as they look at each other utterly shook.

"Whaaaaaat?!" Kazutora mouths quietly.

"What is goin' on?!" Kei murmurs.

"Did you know that?!" Kazutora whispers.

"Hell no! I didn't even know he knew Y/N!" Kei shakes his head frantically.

"Woooooow." Kazutora whispers.

"Your girl?! You're really bitchin' to me about games when you're the one playing pretend with her every single day. She's literally never been your girl." Hanma claps back nonchalantly.

"Wait what?!" Kazutora gasps once again.

"Ok, well see, that I did know." Kei murmurs.

"What does he mean pretend?!" Kazutora whispers.

"So like, Y/N and Ryuguji are actually a fake couple, bro. They're not really together; never have been." Kei explains briefly.

"I-..I guess so, yeah. She didn't tell me the part with Hanma though; I have no idea where or when he came in." Keisuke shrugs, feeling just as lost as his friend.

"It's like a fake love triangle. No, a...love diagonal? I don't even know, college is crazy bro." Kazutora shakes his head. "Should we like...break this up though?"

"That doesn't matter! You probably didn't even know it was fake until she told you at some point! That means before that, you knew we were together, yet you still went after her anyways!" Ken rants.

Kazutora leans over towards Keisuke, whispering quietly "They're really deadass fighting over her..."

"No like, in the middle of a hospital too. When has Hanma ever argued over a girl, bro?" Keisuke says in a dazed tone.

"Never...never." Kazutora responds.

"If this were the other way around-

"You're going out of your way to miss the point, Hanma! You're a fuckin' snake!" Ken rants.

"I'm a snake 'cause your "girlfriend" wants to be with me instead?!"

"Because you stole her from me! On purpose!"

"She's not yours to steal! You're relationship is faaake! That shit ain't real!" Shuji stresses.

"Y/N's pretty too, he really-

"Just admit you're jealous, Hanma!" Ryuguji shouts.

"You're so delusional it's actually sad. The only one jealous is you 'cause you know Y/N doesn't feel the same way about you!" Shuji retaliates.

"Don't even bother, don't even bother." Kazutora says, shaking his head as he tries to drag Hanma along towards the hallway him and Keisuke had just came from.

"Do you even actually give a shit about her-

Now Hanma's just his nightmare in physical form. The personification of all his fears when it comes to you, and during his entire argument with him all Ken could hear in his mind was:

He's everything I'm not...

That's probably never gonna happen...

Then right on cue, he spots someone at the end of one of the hallways that led from the main lobby of the hospital.

Your mother.

"Ms. L/N, I-I'm so sorr-

She doesn't even look at Ken, just raises her hand without a word, immediately silencing him. She definitely heard and saw everything, or at least a good portion. That much was obvious.

"Keisuke?" She says lowly, actually looking at him.

"Yes ma'am?" He responds instantly, tone dripping with politeness and respect.

"Take me to my daughter's room. Right now." Ms. L/N demands, her voice making it clear she was not trynna hear anything other than yes.

"Ok. She's in here." He nods, quickly making his way to her side.

"Thank you." She breathes out tiredly.

Later That Evening

Your eyes could barely stay open from how tired you are at this point. You needed your bed immediately, and nothing else. The examination process was finally over, and you were almost cleared to leave the hospital, but your mom's constant rambling and nagging was just getting started.

"-You hear me? Not another second with that boy!"

"Who? Keisuke?" You murmur tiredly, brows slightly furrowed in genuine confusion.

"He's not the one that did this." You shake your head. It hadn't even fully registered to you that she's somehow well aware about you and Shuji.

"That's not the point, Y/N. I don't want you around him anymore; I mean that."

You didn't have the energy to put up much of a fight and protest, honestly you were sure you'd probably go home and forget this conversation too just like everything else from today.

Once the doctors clear you, your mom decides to be the one to take you back to your dorm, leaving Keisuke, Ken, and everyone else to head off by themselves.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: I'm literally at the point where Ken is giving me the craziest ick with the way I'm writing him omg. I can't with him in this story...💀

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#a mile away ㊙️#shuji hanma x black fem reader #shuji hanma x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #tokyo rev #black female writer #shuji hanma x fem reader #shuji hanma x you #chapter update #chapter 10 #finally another chapter omg

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

w.c: 5k💠 Released: Jan 5, 2024

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4; MISTAKES 错误

3 Days Later Monday

"-What do you think about that?"

Your professor Janette, who happens to be your favorite and previous dance teacher from when you were a little girl, calls you out of your thoughts.

"To be honest...I think I'm tired of thinking." You huff, leaning your head onto your hand propped up by your elbow on the desk.

"You? Tired of thinking?! Something's going on." She says in faux shock.

"I hope nothing else goes on." You grumble under your breath, but still loud enough for her to here.

"Wanna talk about it?" She suggests with a concerned brow.

"Ugh, I don't even know where to start! So obviously homecoming was last week, and the performance was great and all, but afterwards...it's afterwards where everything fell apart. I was supposed to be going to an after party with Ken, and first of all he ditched me to go with his boys instead; he was supposed to be my ride! I ended up having to get an Uber and then when I get there the first thing I see is some girl kissing my boyfriend!"

She gasps, hovering her mouth over her hands, eyes wide as saucers.

"Exactly! Exactly! But wait, it gets worse. So, I obviously confronted him and he's all trynna play it off like "Oh I didn't know she was gonna kiss me" on some it's not a big deal typ'a time. Then I just got upset and I kinda left and just sat out in the back near the pool by myself. But little did I know, I actually wasn't by myself, and there's some super fine, random guy just there. So...long story short, I ended up also kissing this guy and...some other..particular..things." By the end of your rant you're looking up at your professor with anxious, glossy eyes, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

She's absolutely speechless, just sitting there processing everything you said.

"You both need to talk; immediately. I think you two need to just sit down with nobody else around, and just lay everything out. Clearly there's some..disconnects here, so the sooner you both talk and are honest with each other, the easier it'll be to move forward." She explains in a sincere, almost motherly tone.

You huff, groaning as you run your hand over your face. "Well the thing is we talked the next day, and it didn't really go well..."

Flashback

"I heard you were in some guy's car last night outside the party. Anything you wanna tell me about that?" Ken's voice is stern and low, looking you dead in the eyes as he spoke. The two of you are sat in his dorm suite, the both of you across from each other at the coffee table in his 'living room' area.

You were practically shaking like a maraca, trying to think fast before he gets even more suspicious of you. "I was just lookin' at the pictures he took from the halftime show. He's one of the student photographers." You explain with as calm a tone as possible.

"That better be it." He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair across from you.

"Why are you suspicious of me cheating when you're the one that actually got caught kissing someone else?!" Your brows furrow, a heavy ton of sass dripping from your words.

"Watch it." He warns, narrowing his eyes.

"Watch what exactly, Ken?" You match his energy perfectly, attitude skyrocketing as you go from nervous to angry.

"That mouth. You always talk crazy when you get angry." He grits out, jaw clenching tightly. You weren't phased, not even a little.

"No, I don't talk crazy when I'm angry. There's nothin' crazy about anything I just said! The only thing crazy is how you thought you were doin' something interrogating me when you're not even in the clear your own damn self! So before you try to come at me talkin' bout "watch it", you need to watch yourself first. I already caught your ass once." You snap, making sure he really saw the anger in your eyes before you got up from the chair, grabbing your tote bag and heading out of his dorm suite.

End Flashback

"Ah, I see. Maybe it was a little too soon to have that conversation. There's still some emotions hovering around the situation. Maybe just give it some time, think about what you wanna say, and more importantly what you wanna do moving forward with the relationship. To me, it seems like there's a slight rift right now between you two." Janette says, her tone soft and comforting like a parent. She is a parent, of two grown kids.

"A slight rift? There's always been a rift, and it's never been slight. You know our relationship has never been genuine; it's our parents that want us to be together." You sigh. "To be honest we were better as friends." You add somberly.

"I remember, but you're twenty years old now, an adult! It's about time for you to make a decision on your own about your relationships. If you want to be with Ryuguji then be with him, but if you don't you should make it known as soon as possible." She urges.

"I don't know what I want right now, though! Like I said before, I'm..just too tired to think." You huff, a defeated tone in your voice.

"Well, let's change the subject! You're gonna be auditioning for "The Gypsy", yes?"

"Ohh...I uhhh..." You say playfully, acting like you were hesitant about it.

"Riiiight?" Janette raises a brow, leaning in towards the desk.

"I will, I will, and I'll shoot for lead too; I already knew you were gonna ask that." You chuckle, waving her off playfully.

"Perfect! I know you'll get the lead for sure. You're one of the best dancers we have at this school, and I'm not just saying that. It's true."

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2 days Later

Almost a week. It's been almost a full week and you're so exhausted. The unrealistic hopes that what happened between you and Hanma going away within a few days after was now long gone.

You felt utterly defeated, your mind betraying you any chance it could get.

It's the flashbacks. The damn flashbacks were killing you, along with your good for nothing imagination. You knew this would happen, and of course Hanma had warned you himself that it would happen, you just wanted to believe you could endure. Believe you could force it away over time.

But then, in moments like these when you're back in your dorm suite after a full day of classes and practice, a part of you fights back, not wanting to forget. For a moment, you actually go and give your mind the freedom to wander, stripping out of your regular clothes and into your pajamas, laying on your back on your bed. You wonder what it would've been like if you two hadn't stopped, dangerous scenarios popping up after the thought. Your hands roam all over your body, breathing turning heavy as you envision his piercing eyes gazing into yours from on top of you.

No no no! Stop!

The little angel on your left shoulder yells, forcing your body to freeze. This is so extremely wrong, but uuugh, the way he made your legs shake! Hesitantly your hands continue, shakily playing with your hardened nipples. You want him so bad, almost need him. The pain of never having found out what his dick feels like inside you was overwhelming.

You really wanna know! It's points like this where you just wanna text him "please come over" so you two can finish what you started. You remove your hands, clenching your thighs together as you facepalm.

"Gosh, I'm such a freakin' mess." You whisper.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the pillow next to you. With a long, dramatic groan you flip over onto your side, grabbing your phone while reading the new notification.

Shuji Hey doll You free to shoot tomorrow?

Your heart thumps anxiously in your chest as you reread the messages. Tomorrow?! That's so soon! You hesitate, thumbs hovering over the glowing keyboard on your phone. Is it really a good idea to do this? The whole forgetting about what happened thing has proven to be a complete failure, and you definitely didn't forget that this shoot is supposed to be with you half naked.

At the same time though, wasn't this supposed to be about helping a fellow creative student? A collaboration? Maybe a more professional setting will make it better; much easier to be around him. You've already agreed what happened homecoming night was just a one time thing, so it shouldn't be an issue...ideally.

Finally, you decide to text him back after a good three whole minutes.

Y/N Yeah Tomorrow's fine

Shuji Perfect I'll pick you up at 6

Y/N Ok bet

Your heart pounds anxiously in your chest as you lazily throw your phone back on the pillows next to you.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a long ass day." You murmur to yourself. Then, as if it's just one thing after the next, a few heavy knocks sound from your door. "Heeey babe, it's me!" Ken calls from the other side. You mutter a low "shit", Gathering yourself up out of bed and over to the door outside your bedroom.

"Hey Kenny." You smile softly, stepping aside to welcome him inside. You'd forgotten he'd said he wanted to come over later today. The two of you head over into your bedroom.

"Baaaabe! You already goin' ta sleep?" He asks weirdly, wrapping his arms around your waist for a hug.

"Not really, I'm just tired from today. What's goin' on?" Your brows furrow a bit in confusion but you brush it off, patting his back a bit.

"Nothin', just wanted ta come see my girl. 'S like we haven't talked in forever." He says, leaning forward a bit wobbly and brushing his lips onto your forehead.

"Well..we haven't talked in a while." You look to the side, pulling away and sitting down on the edge of your bed. Ken follows after you like a stray puppy, sitting next to you on your bed.

"I didn't mean'ta act like that the other day, sweetie. I just-...I was real mad. I don't wan' some other guy ta come steal you 'way from me." He explains, slightly slurring his words as he spoke.

You pause, looking him up and down suspiciously for a second before continuing. Since when does he call you sweetie?

"Uhh, it's fine Ken, that's over now." You reply tiredly with a simple shrug, brows slightly furrowed.

"You're so different now! Wha happened, you-..you don' love me no more? Have you ever even loved me?" He whines, pouting like a child.

"Are-are you drunk?!" You suddenly ask, finally connecting the dots. He's so touchy, and he's not talking normally at all.

"Jus' a lil crossed; 's fine." He shrugs lazily, leaning his head down on your shoulder.

"It's fine?! You said being intoxicated was a special occasion thing for you! Since when do you get crossed this much?!" Your brows furrow in bewilderment, pushing away from him.

"Babyyyy, I ain't come here to get bitched at." He groans, rolling his eyes yet he leans in towards you anyways, attempting to kiss on your neck. You scoff, mouth dropped in shock at his choice of words.

"Uh uh no, I'm not doing this. You need to get out." You shake your head, pushing him away from you and heading to your door.

"The fuck is your pro'lem?! I jus' got here!" He scrunches his face up in annoyance.

"Ok?! And now you're gonna just leave!" You argue, pointing out the door. "Get outta my room, Ken! I'm not about to sit here and deal with you like this. This is ridiculous!"

Shocked couldn't even begin to clear up how you were feeling. Ever since Homecoming night you swear Ken's swapped bodies with someone else. Before, he would rarely drink, and now all of a sudden he's getting crossed, and on a week day at that! As an athlete he can't be playing around with stuff like this, it can get real complicated real fast.

"The only thing ridiculous is you! You think you're sooo better than me-

"What?!" You throw your hands up in bewilderment.

"You walk 'round here like you're better than everyone; better than me! I know you wish you could leave me, 'cause...y'think I don' deserve you." He says bitterly. "You'd run faaaar 'way, soon as you get a chance!"

You blink a few times, taking in what he just said. How's that little saying go? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts? You weren't an idiot, you knew full well that's how he really felt. It was just a shock to hear he feels like you think you're somehow better than him. Better than him at what exactly?

"I'm only gon' tell you one more time, Ken. Get..out." You grit angrily, pointing once more out the bedroom door.

"There you go again, being the 'boss girl', tellin' me what to do." He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall your bed is up against.

You huff angrily, trying to keep your composure and aggressively slam your door shut. You walk over to the nightstand by your bed and pick up your phone. He wants to act up, then you got somethin' for him.

8 Minutes Later

A knock on your door finally gives you that sense of relief you were waiting for. After Ken refused to leave, you went and whipped out your big guns. Your best friend Keisuke Baji. You lead him to your bedroom, opening the door to reveal Ken sitting there on your bed still, mumbling about what the hell ever.

"Please get him. Before I kill him and go to jail." You huff, pointing at your boyfriend.

"Shit, I don't know if I'll be any better." He responds with a shrug as he walks in your room.

"Who the fuck is this?! You cheatin' on me?!" Ken outbursts, fists balled as he finally gets up from the bed. Well...that's a start.

"Get your ass outta her room, Ryuguji." Kei says sternly.

"You're not talkin' to me..." He shakes his head, stepping up close to Kei. You watch, getting a bit nervous as Kei's jaw clenches tightly, looking over at you as if asking for permission for something.

"Ken, he's just here to help get you out of my room. I already asked you to leave like a hundred-

"You fuckin' my girl, lil bitch?" Ken completely ignores you, rudely shoving Keisuke with as much aggression as he could muster.

"Ok", Kei nods slowly with a dry chuckle, "And see, I was gonna be nice."

"Y'all, do not fight in my room!" You warn annoyedly. This is really turning into a mess for absolutely no reason. You weren't trying to call your friend here to get him into a fight, he was just supposed to help as backup. You should've known though, Keisuke ain't the type to just let somebody talk or act any kind of way towards him, or you for that matter.

Out of nowhere, Keisuke throws a punch right to Ken's face, making you gasp and hover your hands over your mouth.

And that was it, the fight officially started.

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It took about five minutes for them to finally cut it out, and for Ken to get the hell out of your room, of course not without yells and curses at you for cheating on him and whatever the hell other accusations he threw towards you. You asked for Keisuke to stay with you for a bit, as you just wanted someone to talk to. So he obliged of course, sitting with you at the edge of your bed.

"What the hell is goin' on with you guys? You got a lot to fill me in on; I already didn't see you at the Homecoming party at all. What's happening?" He questions, brows furrowing.

You sigh, the kind of sigh where it sounds like you've been carrying the weight of the world on your back.

You tell him everything, well, not everything but just enough. From losing your anklet to Ken leaving you, to Ms. Butterfly Tattoo, all of it.

"Damn. All that happened that one night? And this is how he's been ever since?" He furrows his brows, scratching his head as he processes your story.

"Yup. I'm starting to think he's probably been getting himself mixed up with getting crossed more often than he let's on, because he was talking about it at the party like it was just any other thing along with tonight when he came over." You explain.

"Yeah...about that, his dad I mean, there's something I've never told you about me and Ken..." You trail off nervously.

"What?" He says barely above a whisper.

"Well, the only reason me and Ken are even together...is because our parents are making us date each other. They thought it was the perfect plan-

"The popular quarter back with the popular dancer." He nods slowly, connecting the dots.

"Exactly, and you already know my mom's 'part of the administration of the school. It's the perfect topic of conversation amongst her and those...bougie folk she mingles with at meetings and events." You roll your eyes bitterly.

"So...you've never actually loved him?" Kei asks, raising a brow.

"I-..I mean we were kinda friends way back before we dated; we were cool-

"But you never loved him though." He presses.

"....No." You shake your head wearily.

"We both kinda just...forced ourselves to love each other? Acting like a couple though we really don't care about each other like that." Your voice shook a little as you ball your hands into little fists.

"Ahhh, kid." He frowns, pulling you over by the back of your neck to rest your head on his shoulder. You sniffled, starting to tear up as once again the pain and weight of your fake relationship fell on you.

"He's right Kei, I don't really wanna be with him at all! If I could, I'd leave him. He's just not my type!" You ramble, wiping your eyes yet the tears just keep falling.

"I don't know if you really wanna hear it but...I mean shit, you're twenty. You can't just let your mom dictate who you're with." Kei says softly, wrapping his arm over your shoulder.

"You don't understand. If I try to go against her, she'll pull me out of the school! I won't be able to dance." You mutter, shaking your head.

"Are-..are you serious?!" He gawks.

"She threatens me with that all the time. At this point I barely even talk to her 'cause all she does is bring up me and Ken's relationship and how my grades are; how many teachers I'm networking with. She doesn't give a crap about me personally anymore. You know, she wasn't even at the homecoming game?" You sob a little, getting his shirt sleeve wet with your tears.

Kei's eyes widen at your words. As a kid who's mom views him as her whole world, it was hard for his mind to even begin to wrap around this. He couldn't understand even if he tried. His mom was all he had, they were tight like glue. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to have a mother that doesn't bother to want what's best for her daughter.

"I remember when she wasn't this way. That's why you always see me wear the anklet she gave me when I was younger at my performances. It's like I can pretend she's there with me watching me perform; the old her before my dad died..."

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The day ended so fast, you were almost disappointed. You'd spent every hour mentally preparing yourself for this exact moment yet you still didn't feel ready.

Walking down the block and around the corner from your dorm building you spot Hanma in his black Dodge Hellcat right where he said he'd be. To say your heart was pounding would be an understatement, it was attempting to jump right out of your chest. It felt like no matter how much effort and energy you put into pushing away all sexual thoughts of him, it was useless in this moment.

You open the door and sit in the passenger seat, placing your duffel bag in the back.

"Hey doll." He says with that low, sultry voice, looking over at you as you buckle your seatbelt.

"What's up?" You respond, a light, shy smile on your face. He starts driving off, heading over to his place. "How's it been goin' "forgetting" about what happened?" He asks smugly, a little too smugly in your opinion. You could see from a mile away what he was trynna do, and you weren't about to get played.

"I'm not really sure what you're talkin' about actually. Guess I must'a forgot." You answer innocently, smiling cheekily before you turn to look out the window.

"Real funny." He mumbles, turning his gaze back to the road. You chuckle lightly to yourself, feeling proud that you were able to shut him down so quickly.

The rest of the way is fairly a short ride, he lives pretty close to campus at a nice looking apartment building. He leads you up to his place, a nice, surprisingly spacious studio apartment. It's a modern style, and the ceiling is high, very fitting for his tall stature.

"Okaaay! This is really niiiiiice!" You compliment, looking around with your eyes in satisfaction. It's also clean, another aspect of his apartment you weren't really expecting. But then again, he is doing a photoshoot, there has to be space.

"Thanks." He chuckles in amusement. "Come on." He adds, snapping you out of your daze as you follow him into his bedroom.

Wait hold up.....

Why his bedroom though?!

You feel the nervousness sink back in instantly, walking into his room. Hanma has a whole set up going on, with all kinds of expensive looking equipment, and some colored light panels of red, blue, and purple.

"We're gonna shoot in here. You can get changed in the bathroom there." He instructs, pointing to his connected bathroom as he starts getting his camera ready by his laptop hooked up to some sort of USB cord. You nod, heading into the bathroom with your duffel bag to change.

For the shoot you chose the only lingerie you had, a white full lace teddy set. It's a halter style, with a deep plunge in the front that reaches three inches below your breasts, (yet the support is actually amazing) and a pair of matching lace stockings that go up to your mid thighs.

This was meant to be what you wore the night of Homecoming with Ken, but of course, that never happened. So at least it'd get put to use now. It's easy to put on and does wonders to flatter your body, bringing out your shape and flat, toned stomach. You slip the teddy on along with the stockings, looking yourself over before grabbing your mascara and body glow potion. Your hair is already in the style you wanted for the shoot, a big and undefined, picked out afro.

Is this too much or too little?

You take a second to quickly hype yourself up in the mirror, not wanting to take too long, then make your way out shyly. There's music playing from a medium sized speaker he has sitting on his dresser. Hanma's just tipping and tapping away at all the tech stuff near his laptop before he hears you step out of the bathroom. You give him a bashful smile, leaning against the doorway.

"Uuum, is this fine?" You mutter, fiddling with your hands behind your back. He fully stops what he's doing, turning towards you, his piercing eyes dragging up and down your body. You were cold upon stepping out of the bathroom but now it feels like it's one hundred degrees with his eyes on you like this. It takes him a while to say anything, so you tell yourself it's because he's debating if the outfit goes with his vision and nothing else.

"Yeah, it's perfect." He finally replies, his eyes making their way back up to meet yours. "Come on, we're gonna start in this doorway right here." He nods towards the bedroom door, his tone going serious.

With a small smile you mutter a short "K', following behind him.

The door to his bedroom is wide open, leading to the rest of the apartment which he went and turned all the lights out to make it dark, aside from the red light that'll be used as the background color. You stand in the doorway, waiting patiently as he hangs his camera around his neck from the strap. His hands grab your shoulders, sending an invisible shiver down your spine that you ignore, turning you around to face the doorway. "Put your hands here", He starts, taking your hands and placing them on the doorway. Then without speaking, he lifts your chin, making you tilt your head all the way back. "Now arch your back and put this leg forward." He instructs, watching you position yourself how he asked.

"Yeah, like that." He nods, stepping back while preparing the camera. You stay in position, the nervousness starting to go away just a little bit as you get into "character". He takes two test shots, looking them over from the little screen on the camera. "That's perfect." He grins, going back in and taking a few more, changing angles every now and then. He walks back up to you, allowing you to finally move out of the pose, before he starts to position you again.

Your whole body goes hot as he stands closely, towering over you. The fact that you were just wearing lingerie in front of him had you so nervous, and beyond excited, yet you knew not to let your mind wander too far. "Lean back against the frame, and bring your hips out like this." He says, putting his hands on your hips and pulling them outwards where he wanted. "Arms up." He murmurs like a whisper, his hands sliding along yours arms, lifting them above your head. Unconsciously you suck in a breath, trying to keep your heart steady as you look up at him. His eyes meet yours instantly and you swear your legs almost give out, he still makes you fold with simply looking at you.

Then, your eyes betray you, flickering down to his lips unintentionally. You look away, heart pounding in your chest. Hanma lets out a barely audible chuckle, a knowing look on his face as he steps back from you, getting his camera ready. He goes back to snapping more pictures, going back and forth shooting then looking at them briefly.

"I wanna try purple light this time." He says after taking the last picture.

"Ooo ok!" You beam.

He switches the color panels, swapping the red for the purple as you wait patiently. Goosebumps start to form along your arms and chest as you watch him move the red panel over to the other side of his bedroom.

The next few poses were a bit more challenging for you, and not because they're difficult, but because they required your legs to be fully opened facing the camera. It was easy to hide being soaking wet when your head was turned from the camera and your eyes are averted, and your body facing away. But when you're sitting on a wooden chair, legs spread wide and facing directly in front of the camera...things start to get a little embarrassing. You hoped and prayed that he couldn't tell, that the place was dark enough for the wetness pooling around the crotch area of your teddy not to show. This whole thing was becoming unbearable, it's just too erotic of a setting.

You do about three more poses with the chair before going back to standing poses. Hanma comes over to you once more to reposition you. You look up at him, a dangerous decision, just as he looks down at you, placing his hands low on your hips. He guides you to the center of the doorway. "Spread your legs a little." He instructs in a hushed voice, using his foot to open your legs, gazing intensely into your eyes all the while. He pauses for a moment, his hands on your hips slowly gliding up your body, passed your sides and grazing the sides of your breasts just a bit, taking your arms to lift them over your head. Your breath becomes heavier, chest visibly rising and falling as you feel yourself get lost in his light, golden brown eyes.

He did that on purpose, he had to have. He looks over you, eyes landing and resting on your nipples that quickly harden underneath the thin layer of white lace. You notice exactly where he's looking, your face heating up as your head shifts downwards in embarrassment. Hanma lifts your head back up by your chin with a finger, moving in closer towards you, nearly touching.

"You're killin' me right now, y'know that?" He hums seductively, his pretty eyes sucking you in.

"What do you mean?" You ask innocently, your voice quiet and timid.

"You know exactly what I mean, just look at you. Standing in front of me with this sexy little outfit on." He says lowly, giving you butterflies all throughout your stomach. "I wanna fuck you so bad, angel. Been thinkin' about it this whole time." He purrs, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you right up against him. You gasp, blinking a few times going speechless as you process what he just said while bringing your arms down out of the pose he put you in.

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Ahhh! Y'all I swear I haven't forgotten about the stories! It's been really busy this past week but don't worry, I HAVE BEEN COOKING!!! I'll have chapter updates soon....along with an announcement teehee🤪 (but idk when I'm gonna do it so lets not even get too hype about that💀🧍🏾‍♀️)

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

(A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: First chapter might be a lil boring, but the tea begins in chapter 2)

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1; HOMECOMING 返校

It's homecoming today. One of the most stressful but most exciting days in the entire school year. It serves as a debut of both the cheerleading and dance teams, and of course the football team. In your case, today will be your first homecoming as dance team captain and choreographer.

Your freshman year was grueling, but you dedicated almost all of your time and energy into forming a proper dance team with high respect and credibility with the help of your good friend from senior year in high school, Emma Sano. Now, in your sophomore year, the grind absolutely did not stop. You have a team full of twenty girls (including yourself and Emma) to lead, and today will prove to be the hardest list of tasks you've ever checked through so far in your life.

"Mornin' baby." Your boyfriend Ken murmurs groggily, leaning over you to gently kiss your warm cheek. You're both snuggled up together in his dorm suite bed, as you had stayed the night in his room per his request. You smile tiredly, turning over to face him. "Morning."

The two of you have been together for quite some time now, a good two years and eight months. Though those years may seem significant or like a milestone, the relationship has always been stagnant. A boring, straight line. You're boyfriend is sweet, kind, mostly all of the above, yet he's just...never really been right for you. Why not break up?

Well, your parents are the ones keeping you both from leaving each other. Your mom, a part of the administration of the university, and Ken's father, the football coach, famous for cultivating champion players that later move on to the NFL in the states by senior year came together with the plan for you two to date.

Why not just do your own thing and date who you want? Your mom had made it clear that if you don't keep up the charade of the perfect college girl with great grades and a boyfriend with a great future, you'd be out of the school in a heartbeat, and out of dance for good. She says you need to be perfect in every way in order to gain success, especially as a dancer, and being already in a relationship will keep you from getting distracted by other guys during your four years.

Same goes with Ken and what his dad told him. In their pursuit of star students they went and 'hooked you two up', completely ruining what could have been a good friendship and maybe even relationship had they not rushed it. But honestly, it's not the utter worst being with Ken, though you wish you had a say in the kind of guy you wanted for yourself. It's hard having to force out a genuine sounding 'I love you' every day, and especially, have sex with someone you don't even feel anything for. Nevertheless, the two of you equally sucked it up and learned to 'love' each other.

"Big day today. You ready?" Ken grins, looking down at you with an excited smile.

"Nooooo." You groan, pulling the blankets over your head and snuggling up close to Ken's chest.

"Nah, don't say that! This is our big moment; been workin' hard for this." He shakes his head, tugging the sheets off of your head.

"I'm so nervous, and it's gonna be so hard trynna get the girls focused. You know all people think about is sex and the afterparties on homecoming." You frown.

"You're a leader, babe, they'll listen to you. It's just as important for them as it is for you. They'll tighten up when it's game time." Ken assures, stroking your bare shoulders comfortingly. You sigh, trying to bask in this moment of peace before the chaos inevitably ensues.

"Did you know I was approach by those school newspaper folks you always rant about yesterday? Allegedly, I'll be interviewed today since this is such a 'pivotal moment for the university, as the first ever dance team will be involved in the homecoming night experience'." You chuckle, doing a faux reporter voice.

"Oohh shit, they got you too, huh?" He lets out a breathy chuckle, flipping over onto his back, taking you along with him to rest on his chest.

"They sure did. At least I know what I'm getting into thanks to you, Mr. Quarterback. Maybe I'll see you at the interview room?"

"Maybe, depending on what time they want us there. We got interviews at ten a.m." He shrugs.

You pout with a light huff. "Awww, ours isn't till one."

"We'll see each other tonight, baby. We'll have the whole night actually." He purrs suggestively, sliding both hands down your back and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

"Hey hey hey! None of that till later!" You giggle, pushing away form him to try and get out of his tight grip.

"Can't wait..." He grins.

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Interviewer: "Can you discuss your vision for the team's performance at homecoming? What elements or themes do you plan to incorporate?"

"Considering it's the first year, how do you plan to make the performance memorable and reflective of the team's identity?"

"As a new dance team captain, how will you inspire and motivate your teammates, especially considering the excitement and nerves associated with a debut performance?"

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"They threw out all kinds of questions I wasn't ready to answer!" You rant into the phone, plopping down onto the chair outside of the interview room.

"I told you. It's intense ain't it?" Ken chuckles on the other side.

"Yeah! I feel like they should've at least done like a pre-interview or a practice run. It was so hard trynna answer those questions right on the spot like that!" You whine, facepalming. You take a deep breath then exhale, calming yourself down so you wouldn't annoy Ken with a bunch of ranting.

"Ugh, sorry, I don't mean to throw you off. I know you're getting ready too. How's everything going?"

"I'm all good, babe. I just wanna get on the field already." He murmurs.

"Facts. That's exactly how I'm feeling. It's gonna feel amazing once it's all over." You nod, fiddling with your top unconsciously. You hear the coach yell out to Ken from in the background, urging him back.

"Hang on, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, alright? Love you." He says abruptly.

"Oh ok. Love you!" You hang up with a little sigh, getting ready to go over into the next section of the day. Just a few more hours now until the game starts.

4 Hours Later

"GUYS!" One of your freshman girls, Himari hollered, bursting through the doors to the dance team dressing room. You and all the others who heard her paused your conversations, looking at her with the same confused expression.

"What's going on now, Himari?" You huffed with an exasperated sigh. You loved her, you really did, but damn she's always got something going on.

"My body glitter just broke and spilled all over the bathroom floor! I hate my life!" She wailed, slumping against the door behind her, sliding down dramatically.

"Oh shit..." You murmur with a heavy facepalm. The girls all gasp, rambling about how they'd be so pissed if that happened to them. You'd be pissed too not gonna lie, if your expensive ass Fenty Glow broke like that...oof, you'd be seething.

"Just like..lay some paper towels down over it or something until we can find someone to clean it." Emma tells her, putting her focus back on the final touches of her makeup. You didn't have time to solve not another issue, thankfully that was easily solved as one of the girls Reina just let her use some of her body glitter.

You're only half dressed right now and still need to do your makeup and hair with only forty five minutes left. Nude tights with your elastic ankle braces was all you had on, you're not eve sure if that could really count as half dressed. Hurriedly you strip out of your school hoodie, chest completely bare as you grab your costume tagged with your name from the long clothing rack.

The costume this year was ten thousand times better than last years, as this time you were able to utilize design student Takashi Mitsuya from the university across the way from yours. He absolutely slayed the outfits, bringing out exactly what you were imagining. Your school colors are black, white, and silver, so the main color of the costume is a shiny black with accents of silver. It's a bodysuit, long sleeved with the silver as sequins on the cuffs of the arms, neck, and around the legs. A large cut out on the left side of the stomach area is also outlined with the silver sequins. Simple, yet such an effective, sexy design.

When you finished changing you quickly got to work doing your makeup, sprawling your products out on the table next to Emma and plopping down into a seat, whipping out your beauty blender and brushes.

"Easy girl. We still have some time. You know you move fast." She says softly, checking out her makeup in the vanity. "I know, I know. I'll just feel better once I'm ready." You huff, priming your face before pumping some drops of foundation on your beauty blender.

For makeup everyone has a silver lid eyeshadow look with black winged eyeliner and small jewels lined across the liner, topped off with a nude pink lip. Your hair was simple, an afro that you picked out nice and big, your bangs slicked down like a headband so you could see while you dance.

After a bit over half an hour you along with all the girls were finally ready.

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"Alright y'all, when we get out there, it's complete focus. Lock the fuck in." You warn, tone dead serious. You and your team are huddled in a large circle near the entrance to the wide football field. It was almost time for your performance.

"Freshmen, bring your absolute A-game, y'all hear me?"

"Yes ma'am!" The answer back instantly.

"Now, it's time to stunt on those cheerleaders, okaaaay!" You beam, smiling wide enough to show off your single dimple on your left cheek. The girls cheered, laughing and making their little jokes and jabs at the cheerleaders.

The dance team vs. cheerleader rivalry had been going on ever since you started this program. Of course, the cheerleaders were always the number one attraction during homecoming and all other sports games, but now that you all came along, it's actually some competition for them. It boosts you up every time seeing them get flustered and annoyed when your girls and you steal the show. It's especially bad when the boys get involved.

"Let's line up!" You command, beginning the line while watching all the girls get into position behind you.

The announcer finally acknowledges the dance team, giving the queue for the lights to turn off throughout the stadium. The crowd hoots and hollers as the field goes black, save for the phone lights and moon shining down brightly.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself and rapid heartbeat, strutting out onto the field already in 'character'. The girls follow behind you, all getting into your practiced formation, waiting for the music and lights to come on.

After the thirty second time frame is up, the music begins, starting with the newest hit by Nicki Minaj: Everybody. Lights come on right when you all strike the first pose, making the crowd go wild.

~Aint' gang if you let shit slide Ain't bad if you gotta dick-ride Big guns and a lotta zip ties Said she look like me, quit lyin'~

You begin dancing, a little solo moment during the intro as the girls hold their pose. When the beat drops the girls join in, all of you going full out. The energy is so high all throughout the stadium, just how you want it. Some folks in the stands along with the football players on your side were dancing along excitedly. So far it's a hit.

3rd Person POV

Shuji's canon camera snapped shot after shot, taking skillful, clear pictures of the dancers in front of him. This was a pretty big opportunity, seeing as only the top students are allowed to photograph for events like homecoming and school newspaper posts, important things like that.

He didn't necessarily consider himself a 'good student', he honestly wasn't, yet the faculty couldn't help but acknowledge his talent as a photographer, so they gave him this chance.

He'd deliver though, and turn up with better pictures than the three other students out here snapping away half-assed, hoping for a couple nice shots out of nearly a hundred. They don't know how to wait, but Shuji does. He has a natural talent for patience when it comes to finding the right moment. It's like he can see it coming, then he freezes time, capturing it in perfect quality and light.

Looking through the viewfinder, he adjusts the lens, preparing for a shot right on the soloist. Waiting a few seconds he watches her dance, capturing the exact moment he was waiting for. She spins then stops in the perfect pose, one hand on her hip while the other arm is extended outward, her hand in an elegant gesture. Her leg is extended a bit with her arm, the ball of her foot on the ground giving her leg a slight bend.

His brows raise slightly as he looks up from the camera.

Her solo continues for just a bit longer before the other girls join, but for some reason, Shuji's eyes are still stuck on that one girl. He takes a moment trying to figure out what exactly about her made him react like that. She's a great dancer for sure, her movements fluid, exact, and graceful; sexy. But that's to be expected of an aspiring professional. Maybe it's her overall look, deep brown skin, big hair, and a gorgeous toned body. She's a sight, something interesting enough to catch his attention.

He goes back and forth, watching then snapping, watching then snapping. Then the girl spins once again, this time bringing her left leg into the air. It felt like slow motion what happened to him. Her anklet, looking as if it practically slid off her small ankle, flies right towards him just a few feet away from her. Instinctively he catches it with one hand, the other steadily holding the camera.

It's a gold anklet, real gold it seems. A chain with little designs carved into it. A light smirk makes it's way onto his lips as he places the piece of jewelry into his pocket.

Reader's POV

The dance routine lasted a grand total of twenty minutes, full halftime, and by the end you all were rushing with adrenaline. There wasn't a single mistake, and the stands were hyped. You couldn't help but smile as you all gracefully walked off the field and onto your designated spot on the bleachers, the section to the left of the cheerleaders.

The main event for the dance team was over, and it felt like a huge weight had come off your shoulders. You inwardly thank God that everything went better than you'd imagined from morning to now. All that's left is your short routines throughout the game, similar to what cheerleaders do, just without all the pep and bows.

Now you could officially pay attention to the game, and your boyfriend as the night went on. Apparently, your school the Jaguars had started out losing to the Kings, at a four point deficit until they started catching up. They'd officially surpassed the Kings just minutes before your performance.

There's a clean cut negativity that wafts over to your side of the bleachers whenever you and the girls do your routine coming right from the cheerleader side.

They have a captain as well, an upperclassman named Cho. She's a junior, and a bitch. You remember spending your first semester trying to become her friend for a while, but for some reason that you no longer care to worry about, she just never liked you. Her attitude whenever you spoke to her was ridiculous, so after a while you just stopped.

It was childish to you, the whole dance team vs. cheerleader rivalry, but it's how it just has to be apparently. There's no option of peace and being friends, so if they want to start shit you and your girls will be the ones to shut it down with poise. You knew why Cho was so mad right now, giving you her best side eye as you danced.

The cheerleaders didn't get as big of a spotlight this year seeing as the halftime show was dedicated to your choreography. Cameras and eyes were all pointed to the dancers, only occasionally turning to snap some pictures of the girls routines.

Did you feel bad? Hell no. You worked way too hard to be pressed about some hatin' ass girls in the back.

The game lasted another hour and about a half until it was finally over, a win for the Jaguars! The crowd was going insane, all the players huddled on top of each other in a pile, smiles everywhere. You felt like you were in a movie. The day was finally over, for both you and Ken. When the huddle broke up you hopped over the bleachers and past folks cheering, Ken unsuspecting as his back was towards you.

"Aaaaahhh!" You squeal excitedly, jumping up and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Ken makes a noise of shock before he realizes it's you, turning around and hoisting you up in his arms. Without a word the two of you kiss, completely blocking out the rest of the world.

Your hands cup his sweaty face as you continue, putting all your energy into it to show how proud you were. It's moments like these where your relationship actually feels real. Sharing a large accomplishment together, kissing publicly as a means of showing each other just how happy you both were.

Ken pulls away, setting you back down on the ground with a wide, beaming smile. "We did it babe!"

One of Kenny's teammates rather obnoxiously breaks your little moment up before you could even speak. "We gotta celebrate, man! Let's get to that party!"

Ohhh yes, the party...

Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for any parties, not after all the work you had to do today. If you could have it your way, you'd be chilling out in either yours or Ken's dorm room, having a special, intimate night with just each other. But he really wasn't that kind of guy. When the people need him, he shows up, and after something a huge as homecoming, he'd for sure be getting wasted tonight.

"Imma go and get changed and stuff now, K? I'll meet you out here unless you're gonna head to the party with the boys?" You tilt your head to the side.

"Nah, I'll wait for you." He shakes his head, giving you a peck on the forehead before you run off into the changing room.

As you make your way down the hall towards the dressing rooms for cheerleaders and dancers, it's nothing but hollering and cheers same as outside. You shake your head with a grin, pushing open the doors to the dressing room.

"WOOOOOOOO!"

A good seven of your girls cheer as you walk inside. You all do a little celebratory dance together, posting on each of your instagram stories as well as the dance teams insta page that you run.

"I just wanted to say on behalf of all of us that we're so proud of you and all the work you've been putting in since last year. We wouldn't have been able to pull off such an amazing performance without you and your creativity." Emma says with a proud smile. Your heartstrings pull and tighten at her sweet, heartfelt words.

"Ugh, stooop!" You whine, pouting your bottom lip out.

"No it's true! We love you so much, and we're so glad to have you as captain. You're so hardworking and always want the best for us; you're the best." Himari chimes in, placing a hand on her chest as she starts to tear up.

"Y'all...I don't even know what to say. That is just so sweet. I love y'all so much. I wouldn't even have my dance team dream come true without y'all joining and supporting me in the first place. So really I should be thankin' y'all." You sniffle, vision blurring from the tears pooling in your eyes.

"Wait! We absolute cannot cry this makeup off!" Emma outbursts, making you all laugh in response. She was right though, not only was our makeup bomb, but it also took forever and a lot of work to do. No crying tonight!

You all break up the sappy moment, going and getting semi changed for the afterparty. It was a frat party, so it was gonna be huge. Not only would the football players be there, but the basketball and soccer boys would pull up too. As you grab your sweatpants, you freeze just before you could step in with your left leg.

Something was wrong, your gold anklet was missing.

You distinctly remember putting it on before the show. This anklet was special to you, it being something that your mom gave you as a fourteenth birthday gift. It's real gold with intricate designs in the chain, simple but elegant, and beautiful. You wear it for every performance, almost like a good luck charm even though jewelry isn't advised.

You gasp, searching all over your little area, the clothing rack, and even Emma's stuff which is sat next to yours.

"Guys!" You call out. Everyone turns to you, confusion on their faces.

"Have you seen a gold anklet around? It's just a simple gold chain." You add, your tone worried as you frantically start searching through everyone's things.

"An anklet? I haven't seen anything." Is all that goes around as the girls help you search in confusion.

"No no no." You repeat to yourself, feeling tears start to prickle in your eyes all over again. It couldn't be gone, it just couldn't.

"Don't worry, just try to backtrack, ok? When did you last see it?" Emma asks, coming over to your side and helping you look.

"I remember puttin' it on before the game. I know for a fact I was wearing it." You shake your head, still rummaging around.

"It might've come off at some point during the game..." She says.

"No, not on that big ass field, it could be anywhere! What if someone stepped on it?!" You ramble, getting all worked up and upset all over again. Emma gives you an apologetic look, unsure herself really of what to say or do to make you feel better about this. You both knew it was highly likely lost in the sauce, trying to find that thing out there is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"I'm sorry girl." She says softly, placing a hand on your arm comfortingly. You let out a frustrated sigh, going back to putting your sweatpants on. Now you really weren't in the mood for this stupid afterparty.

You finish changing, packing all of your things into your Nike duffel bag lazily. "I'm heading out to the party with Ken, I'll see y'all." You call out to the girls still in the changing room. You all share quick goodbyes as you head out.

Standing in the hallway you take a second, looking out at the opening to the field one more time. You really loved that anklet, and hoped maybe it just came off while you were at the bleachers. If it fell off there, it may be a good chance it's still in the same spot..?

You purse your lips, brows furrowed as you decide to go and search. Deep down you had a feeling it wasn't going to be there, but you were hopeful that maybe that feeling was wrong. You run out passed the people still left chatting on the field and some of the bleachers. It had quieted down faster than you'd thought it would, everyone probably already heading home or to the afterparty. You make it over to the bleachers you'd been sitting at, placing your duffel bag down as you search the entire row along with the ones above and below it.

Nothing. No sign of your anklet at all.

With a defeated sigh you plop down on the bleachers, facepalming as you take in the loss of your special piece of jewelry. Now that you were still, you finally noticed your phone buzzing over and over in your sweatpants pocket.

It was like every app was screaming at you for attention at the same time. Instagram, Imessage, Snapchat, Twitter, the list went on. Opting for Imessage first, you look at all the texts you have.

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 GET UR AZZ TO THIS PARTY LIL GIRL😤!! I need somebody to get sturdy wit

Y/N💜 I AIN'T NO LIL GIRL LIL BOY😤 Imma be there soon

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 U trynna pick me up some fireballs👀🫦🙏🏼??

Y/N💜 🙄Bye Kei...

You loved Keisuke, he's like an annoying older brother to you, and always finds a way to make you smile, though you two don't talk too often.

Emmy's🩵 Hey so my brothers are actually taking me out to dinner tonight so I won't be at the party🥺. Have fun with Ryugujiiiiii😈

Aw damn, Emma won't even be at the party?! You frown a bit but understand. Her brothers love her like crazy so it made sense they'd wanna take her out to celebrate. You send a quick "Awww that's so sweet! I'll see you later girl" and exit out of the chat with her, finally looking at everything Ken sent.

Big K💖 Wya? Been waitin for a while

Big K💖 U comin?

Big K💖 The guys are pressing me

Big K💖 We're leavin now

Your jaw drops as you reread the last text. He just left without you?! Is he serious?! He was supposed to be your ride! Emma and the other girls had already left, and Emma's not even going to the party anymore. Immediately you open up your chat with Keisuke again.

Y/N💜 Bro... Why Kenny leave me😐

You didn't expect him to respond since he's at the party but you went and sent the texts anyways. Now you'd have to go and put your duffel bag back in your dorm then Uber all the way to the frat part. Ridiculous...

A/N 🧚🏾‍♀️: Y'all don't understand how excited I am about this story! Also, having Keisuke Baji as your best friend is just chef's kiss in my opinion, like, I did my big one with that! But yes anyways, so excited about this, definitely put my whole coochie in this story y'all so like eat it up! Like, comment, reblog for sure. See you in the next chapter💖✨

P.S.: I'll have the next chapter soon (I don't really have a schedule yet for updates but if you guys really like it then I'll prioritize)

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

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3; NIGHT RIDE 夜骑

A heavy silence fell between the two of you, making your palms sweaty and throat feel dry. "I...guess I should probably head back inside. I'd really rather go home though..." You mumble the last part to yourself bitterly. You really didn't wanna go back into the party with all that loud noise, and knowing Ken was somewhere in there probably not sparing you a single thought made you feel nauseous.

"Why stay then?" Hanma questions lazily, reaching in his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, I Uber'd here since my original ride bailed on me, I barely even spent time in there, and I was actually lookin' forward to the alcohol; even though it's nasty and cheap." You chuckle dryly, leaning your head against the window. "I wanna at least celebrate my accomplishment a little, you know?" You add with an exasperated sigh.

"Wanna celebrate with me instead?" He raises a brow, clicking the lighter a few times before it finally gave him a little flame, lighting up a new cancer stick.

You narrow your eyes skeptically at him. You felt you knew him well enough by now to understand he's a very flirtatious, very outspoken kind of guy, so whatever he was suggesting was definitely not innocent.

"What d'you mean?" You ask hesitantly.

"No need to look at me so suspicious, doll. Just seemed like you could use some fun." He chuckles breathily, taking a long drag.

"Fun..." You murmur, looking out at the frat house from the window. Flashing blue, white, and green lights shined from inside, and folks were jumping up and down to the music. You knew Ken was somewhere in there, having a blast with his boys and Ms. Butterfly tattoo celebrating his big accomplishment. Why does he get to live it up and you don't? Your jaw clenches, feeling that anger that prompted your meeting Hanma in the first place rise back up for a second.

"You know what? I could use some fun for real. What'chu trynna do?"

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The sky looks so pretty, and to think you would've never seen it had you not come out here with Hanma. You look up at the pretty, glittery stars from the window. The sky is completely clear, and every single star is so luminous along with the nearly full moon. Tonight the pale moonlight is so bright that it's lighting up every surrounding as if it's day.

At the last point you looked at the time on your phone it was about twelve something, now...it could be any time, you had no clue. All you know is that Hanma had taken you to some random liquor store on the way to where you both currently are now. It was on the near outskirts of the city, up high and looking over the night. You two had gotten into the backseat of his car, much to your little angel on your left shoulder's dismay, talking about any and everything. Chill, vibey music played from the radio, going along perfectly with the atmosphere the night created.

"This is waaaay better than that frat party to be honest." You murmur lazily, taking another little sip from the bottle Hanma bought you. You felt so much looser around him thanks to the sweet alcohol, now you could relax and just be in the moment.

"Glad I could help." He grins, blowing smoke into the air as he wraps his arm over your shoulders. You sigh blissfully, leaning into his side with your eyes closed. The scent of him was so loud now that you were this close, that harmonious mix of cologne and cigarette smoke, it was honestly more intoxicating than the alcohol.

"If I stay like this too long I might fall asleep on you. You're surprisingly comfortable." You chuckle lightly, snuggling closer for a moment to further prove your point. Hanma let's out a short hum in response, then takes another long drag of his cigarette.

"Can't have that, can we?" He says lowly, taking your chin under his pointer finger, and making you look up at his pretty honey eyes.

"I guess not." You shrug, your voice matching his with just the slightest undertone of shyness.

He leans towards you, eyes lingering on your lips. "Got any suggestions on what we should do?"

You feel yourself fold instantly, only able to utter out a meek "Mm mm" in response.

"No? No idea?" He teases, dragging his gaze back up to your innocent looking eyes. You shake your head hesitantly, unconsciously clenching your thighs together. It felt like his eyes were reaching deep into your soul, picking you apart piece by piece. He made you feel so exposed, like prey out in short, cut grass with no place to hide. Honestly, it excited you to a shameful degree. Not even Ken has ever made you flustered so easily. A simple question Hanma asks in a particular way has you utterly falling apart at the seams.

He notices the way your legs come together tightly, a knowing look plastering onto his face. "Well I got a good idea, and it starts with you sittin' your pretty ass on my lap." He purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

You could've passed out right then and there. Shyly, you sit yourself on his lap, facing the window. Hanma laughs lightly at this, taking his time with another inhale from his cancer stick, then slowly exhales to the side. "Face me, sweetheart." He instructs. You kept your hands wrapped around the alcohol bottle, hesitantly putting your legs on either side of him. You look straight down, feeling so conflicted on the inside-well...not that conflicted, and that was exactly the problem. It was crystal clear what you wanted, it's just...

"Good girl." He coos, grabbing your chin with his free hand and making you look up at him. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest, you're sure he can hear it. Hanma takes the bottle from your hands, chugging it down and finishing the rest. Your hands clasp together, waiting for his next move. He reaches past you, placing the empty bottle in one of the cup holders up front, his other arm snaking it's way around your waist and pulling you up closer against him. Instinctually you put your hands on his shoulders.

Without a word his right hand reaches behind your neck, holding you still as he finally leans in, placing his lips on yours in a slow, intense kiss. You visibly shudder, a shockwave of electricity flowing down your spine and throughout the rest of your body, eliciting a sigh-like moan from your mouth.

"Wait wait...this isn't...a-a good idea." You mumble breathily between the kiss, attempting to pull away.

"It's not?" He asks with a faux innocent tone, and mischievous looking smirk on his face. His hand on your neck keeps you steady while he skillfully slips his tongue into your mouth.

"I-I have...a boyfriend." You finally admit, though it was more of a harsh reminder for yourself. At this he finally pulls away just slightly.

"I know you're Ryuguji's girl." He states plainly, lips brushing temptingly against yours.

Your heart sinks, eyes going wide in shock. He knows?! He knows and yet the whole time around each other he's been coming on to you like this?!

"You know? You don't care?!" You question in bewilderment. Hanma lets you go, allowing you to shift back and put more space between the two of you.

"I knew he had a girl, just didn't know it was you until after the game. But it seems like you don't really care that much either." He shrugs, taking one last drag from the cigarette he still had then put it out on the ashtray he had sat next to him earlier.

"I do care! I-..I care..." You repeat with a frown, brows furrowed deeply. It's the first time you've really thought about Ken this whole time since you left that party.

"Are you tellin' me or tellin' yourself that?" He asks with a raised brow.

You wanna be mad at him, annoyed, anything, yet you know you'd just be a hypocrite. How could you be mad at Hanma yet feel sorry for yourself? You're the one that let him-let this-happen.

"Babe, babe, I apologized already. What else do you want me to do? I didn't know she was gonna kiss me!"

Those were your words, your exact words that you yelled to Ken just some hours ago. You were already a hypocrite; already a fool. You even had the audacity to cry and storm off, you made a whole scene in front of people, and here you are hours later with butterflies in your stomach and wetter than a waterfall for a guy you just met. Uuuugghhhhhh! Conflicted isn't even the word...

Ken has never been particularly terrible to you. The two of you know your relationship came about in..not the most genuine or natural of ways, but you both made it work; you learned to love each other. He's sweet to you, you respect him, it's always been that way. But tonight, for some reason, that thing that you've always been missing, you can't ignore it.

There's no excitement, there's no...spontaneity or adventure with Ken. Everything is the same, everything's plain. You've tried to talk to him about it, ask him for something more or different, but he says it's just not his way. Ken likes stability and sameness, you've always loved newness, feeling stuck in a box or a loop that you can't escape when things are always the same. Hanma though, he gave you that excitement from the get go, without you even having to ask or hint at it. Sure you only just met him, but the way he makes you feel-gosh...Ken's never been able to pull this off in the entire two years and eight months of dating each other.

Then suddenly, Hanma rips you out of your turbulent thoughts, placing his hand underneath your jaw and lifting your head up with his thumb. "Tell me what you want. If you wanna stop...we can stop." He murmurs softly.

Oh no, not another crossroads of decisions! This wasn't really the night for good decision making, especially not now with this mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Your eyes immediately shift to the side, already knowing your resolve would be out the window if you looked at him and those alluring eyes for even a second.

"It's not about what I want." You shake your head, wrapping your small hand around his wrist.

"It's exactly about what you want." He says almost like whisper, leaning in slowly towards your lips once again. You squeeze your eyes closed, brushing your lips against his, breathing heavier with each passing second. If you kissed him now, there's no one around to see you two...nobody would find out.

"Tell me what you want, angel." He commands, a slight urgency in his voice. He's becoming impatient.

You bite your tongue briefly, then clutch a fistful of his shirt by his shoulder, pressing your lips against his in a needy kiss. Instantly he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as close as possible. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then slide up to cup his face. This kiss was much more intense then the first, much more needy. As soon as your lips met, your fake boyfriend was once again long gone from your mind...and you loved it.

His hands grab your hips, guiding you back and forth slowly against his hardening erection in his pants. Shameful excitement coursed all through your veins, moaning into his mouth as your tongues hungrily danced with each other. Even though this was so wrong no matter which way you looked at it, it felt absolutely right; perfect.

His fingers dip into your sweatpants, tugging on them slightly. Pulling away from the kiss, he helps you take your sweatpants off, lazily throwing them in the passenger seat up front. "Lowkey, this is gonna take a while. I still have my costume on." You chuckle, gesturing towards yourself. From your skintight body suit to your tights underneath, you had the entire fit on. He helps you take it off anyways, slipping you out of the bodysuit and just ripping a large hole in your tights right in the crotch area.

You let out a noise of shock, staring at him dumbfounded with your jaw hanging open. "You're a dancer, I know this isn't your only pair." He chuckles, running his fingers around the rip he created. "You're lucky I have more..." You narrow your eyes halfheartedly. He pulls you back into another heated kiss, reaching through the hole of your tights and swiftly shifting your panties to the side. Your heart skips a beat, gasping against his lips as you feel fingers graze against your wet folds.

"Damn, you're soaking wet, pretty girl. All that talk about "I can't" yet your pussy's begging for me like this..." He purrs lowly, his honey brown eyes intently watching as his fingers run back and forth, coating them in your syrupy slick.

You whimper, turning your head to the side in embarrassment while placing your hands on his shoulders. His free hand instantly grabs your jaw, turning you back to face him. "Wanna ride my fingers, angel?" He asks in that addictively sultry tone, lightly massaging small circles around your clit with his thumb.

"Mhm." You nod, your mind going fuzzy with bliss.

"I want words." He demands, abruptly pulling his hand away. You're eyes widen, a pained look on your face at the feeling of his fingers no longer there. "Yes, yes!" You answer frantically, your hips desperately searching for his fingers. "Yes what?" He asks smugly, just slightly brushing his fingers over your needy clit.

"I-I wanna..", You hesitate, the embarrassment getting to you a little, "I wanna..ride your fingers." You finish, biting your lip as you force yourself to look into his intoxicating eyes. "Please." You add breathily, gripping onto his shirt.

"There it is." He says with a satisfied grin on his face, slipping his middle finger inside as deep as he could. You gasp, tightening your grip on his shirt as you take in the stretch his finger gave you. He pulls out slowly then eases back inside, watching the faces you make. You bite your lip, uselessly trying to keep your moans quiet, moving your hips just slightly. He adds another finger, his ring finger, stretching you out further.

"Ohhh!" Your mouth falls open, unconsciously grabbing onto his wrist as you start to bounce up and down on his fingers and setting your own pace. Your slick coats his fingers in a sensual sheen, dripping slowly down to his wrist. "Feel good, baby?" He asks seductively, leaning in to kiss and suck along your jawline and neck.

"Uh huh." You moan, breaths quickly becoming pants as you bounce faster. "Gimme words." He demands sternly, making your walls clench around his fingers. "'S so good!" You whine. Your legs start to tremble, making it harder to keep your pace steady. The sounds your pussy was making, that loud squelching against his fingers, was driving you crazy. You crashed your lips against his, sloppily kissing him as your hips helped you bounce faster.

He responds so fast, matching your pace as he curls his fingers, hitting somewhere so deep your eyes rolled back. Your hips stutter, breaking from the kiss as you throw your head back while your legs shake harder. "Fuuuuck! Oh my god!" You cry, digging your nails into his wrist. "Right here?" He murmurs, curving his fingers and hitting that same, sweet spot once again. Stuttered whimpers and whines was all you could respond with, your mind had completely shut down. Desperately you try to bounce with his strokes, but the tightening sensation building up in your core is too overwhelming.

Hanma places his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, his eyes ablaze with lust. "You look so pretty all fucked out already. You wanna cum?"

You fall forward, leaning your head on his shoulder. Making eye contact with him was just too dangerous right now, one look and you were seconds from an orgasm. "Yes yeees, uuugh!" You moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He adds a third finger, easily sliding it inside with the rest. Your hips raise in the air, attempting to get away, yet Hanma's hand follows you. "Don't run from it, angel." He coos, stroking your trembling thigh. You've never had three fingers before, especially not three fingers his size. You really didn't know what feeling full was until now, the feeling quite literally breathtaking. He picks the pace up, the sounds of your panting and moaning mixing harmoniously with the lewd noises your pussy makes. His fingers keep that same pace, same angle, with every stroke.

"Ah! Aah! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum-oh my god!" You cry out frantically, tears prickling at your eyes. "Lemme see your face. Wanna watch you cum all over my fingers." He says lowly. You shakily lift yourself up, placing both your hands on his shoulders and digging your nails into them as you finally reach that high, cumming on his fingers. "There you go, baby." He coos sweetly. Your legs kept shaking violently, eyes rolling back as he helped work you through your orgasm. It felt like he'd brought you up to the moon and back, pulling you apart then placing you back together. It took you a second for your body to relax, slowly sinking back down into his lap, only twitching here and there.

His fingers slip out of you with a little popping sound, then licks each one, tasting you as he looks you right in the eyes. You felt your pussy clench desperately around nothing at the sight. "I want you." You murmur softly, leaning over and giving him needy licks and kisses on his neck. A deep, sultry moan leaves his lips, his large hands gripping your plush hips tightly. "Yeah? Wanna fuck me, pretty doll?" He asks sensually, moving you back and forth and slightly bringing his hips up into you with each movement. You both moan together at the sweet friction, your head absolutely spinning. He feels so big. "Mhmm, so bad." You answer blissfully, lightly sucking his neck between kisses.

Then suddenly, horrifically, your phone rings from somewhere in the passenger seat up front. You blink a few times, feeling like you just got ripped right out of an amazing dream. The ringer was on so you could hear it loud and clear, like it was yelling at you. At first, you had the thought to ignore it, but something deep down was stopping you. "Wait. Hang on a second." You sigh annoyedly, pulling away from Hanma and going to reach over up front for your phone.

Incoming Call: Big K💖

"Oh shit!" You whisper to yourself, eyes widening anxiously as you scramble to answer the phone. You quickly clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Hey." You say calmly.

"Hey, where are you? I came to find you at the party but you weren't there, then I just came over to your room but you didn't answer the door." Ken says tiredly.

Your heart sinks in your chest. He's already back from the party?! "Oh, that's 'cause I just-..I'm just out walking around right now."

"At two a.m.? What the hell are you doing?" He sounds genuinely annoyed now.

"Yeah, at two a.m.; I've done that before." You reply, your tone just a little bit snappy.

"Can you just...get your ass back here? I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He says in a more calm tone.

What's there to talk about? You think to yourself.

"Ok, but it's late. We should just talk tomorrow. I'll let you know when I'm back in my room." You sigh exasperatedly, facepalming.

"...Yeah, that makes sense. I'll talk to you tomorrow; love you. Let me know when you're back." He mutters disappointedly.

"Love you too." You mumble lazily before hanging up.

All of a sudden the atmosphere felt so heavy, you couldn't even bare to turn around and look at Hanma, or really, look at what you've just done with Hanma.

"Was that your boyfriend?" He asks plainly, though there was a slight sour undertone in his voice at the word boyfriend.

"Yeah. I...should go." You start, finally looking back at him with a highly conflicted expression. "Could you take me home? Please?"

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The silence is so loud. It's heavy and suffocating, like losing the last bit of air you have left while underwater. You know Hanma's watching you, looking over at you every chance he can get while he drives back to campus. You also know that he knows you see him, just waiting for you to finally acknowledge it.

"I shouldn't have done that. We really shouldn't have done that." You finally break the silence, glancing over at him anxiously.

"Maybe not." He shrugs plainly, pausing for a moment. "Did you like it?"

You inwardly facepalm at his question. Of course you liked it, loved it even, but that's besides the point!

"Yeah..." You murmur weakly, a heavily torn expression on your face. Hanma nods, keeping his on the road with a satisfied grin on his face.

I'm terrible... You think to yourself.

"We should-..we should forget about it, right? Then..it'll be like it never happened." You nod anxiously, trying to think of any way to make this better.

A short, breathy chuckle leaves his lips. "And how do you go about forgetting something like this? Let me guess, not thinking about it?" He asks in such a teasing way, it was not helping at all.

"Exactly! Not thinking about it! Just...lock it away somewhere until it's forgotten about. People do that all the time." You say with a bit of attitude.

'Cause clearly thinking isn't really my bag right now...

Hanma lets out a dry, short chuckle. "Hate to spoil it for you, but that won't work. You know it won't." He says plainly, glancing over at you.

"It will. It will 'cause it has to." You grit out.

"You're really not thinkin' this one through, huh doll? You wanted to fuck me, and you would've had your boyfriend not called. You really think you're not gonna wanna finish what we started?" His tone is surprisingly serious as he looks over at you.

A frustrated huff leaves your lips, you couldn't think of a good response yet. You knew full well he was right, and it bothered you so badly. You were already aching to finish it, to finish on him, but you were using every bit of your willpower not to think about it. "You can't just run away from that by 'not thinking about it-

"I know, but I have to! I don't have any other options." You say frantically, leaning your head on the window. Hanma shakes his head clicking his tongue, not bothering to go back and forth about it anymore.

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You got back to campus in about twenty more minutes. Hanma pulled up just down the block from your building per you request. With a tired sigh you get out of the car, turning and facing the window.

"I'll still help you with your photography project. If you want me to." You mumble.

"Y'sure you wanna do that? Might not be the best idea with your whole "forget about it" thing." He says with a slight taunt in his voice.

"I'm sure, 'cause what happened tonight was just a one time thing, so there's no reason to be nervous about anything else happening if or whenever I see you again." Your tone is purely serious, looking at him with the most sincere look you could muster.

He nods his head slowly. "Whatever you say, angel."

Your eyes close, trying desperately to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he called you angel. "Could you also please not tell anyone? This has to stay between us, like deadass, it has to." You plead.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone." He assures, though it didn't really do much to help how you felt.

"Good. This is the last time we speak of this, alright?" You say sternly, almost like a parent to their child.

"Damn, I see why you're the captain of the dance team now, Ms. Bossy." He teases.

"I'm serious! This is really import-

"I got it, I got it! I'm "forgetting" about you cumming all over my fingers as we speak." He chuckles in amusement, not being serious in the slightest.

You facepalm for probably the thousandth time tonight. Of course you had to cheat on Ken with the most unserious dude in the entire school. "Alright. Well, I'll see you later or..whatever." You huff, already making your way away from his car.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Wheeeew chile...😩 that's all imma say on the matter. Chapter 4 coming soon.

P.S. Oool Shuji is so fine!! Got me giggling n kickin' my damn feet🤗

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, angst, sneaking link, lots of cheating, some dark moments, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 4.4k💠 Released: Jan 5, 2024

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2; NO FILTER 无滤镜

By the time you made it to the party, it had already been going on for an hour and a half. You were so over it at this point. You'd forgotten to even change out of your outfit when you got to the dorm so you're standing out front of this party in straight up sweatpants over your dance costume and basic all white air forces. At least you were serving face with your makeup look.

The music is blasting, and there's folks all over both outside and inside. The frat house is huge, a popular spot seeing as the parties here are always the best...and the wildest. There's always plenty of juicy stories after a night at the frat house.

When you walk inside you immediately start looking around for familiar faces. It was jam packed, making you slightly scrunch your face as you weave through the multitude of people. You searched around the first floor, looking through the dance floor in the living room, the halls where mostly people were kissing or whatever, then you finally find Ken in the kitchen area.

You abruptly stop, just as you were about to call out to him, noticing him and a few other guys from the team all being crowded around by a bunch of girls. Mostly cheerleader girls and their groupie friends to be exact.

Ken had one hand leaning on the counter next to some girl, basically caging her in as the other hand poured some Vodka into her mouth, cheering her on along with everyone else. Your heart dropped, face heating up rapidly as a mix of confusion, anger, and embarrassment seeped through you. What the hell was going on here?!

It also doesn't go unnoticed that some of the other guys on the team definitely have their arms around the waists of girls that were not their girlfriends.

Then after she finishes downing what he poured, she leans her head back upright, then randomly pulls him into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You gasp eyes going wide. You're only frozen for a few seconds before you storm fully into the kitchen. In your opinion it took Ken a little too long to finally come to his senses, pulling away from the kiss with his eyes widened in shock just as he sees you coming over angrily.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell, pushing past everyone to stand directly in front of the two.

"Oh shit..." He mumbles under his breath.

"Hello?! Why's it quiet now?! I just asked you a question!" You outburst, snapping your fingers in front of their faces. This girl was vaguely familiar to you, but your mind was really in no condition to try and figure out where right now. She was a brunette, long haired girl with a butterfly tattoo sat right between her breasts. Of course she wore the perfect top to show it off.

"You didn't answer any of my texts. I thought you weren't even here." He says randomly. What the hell does that have to do with a whole other ass chick's lips on him?!

"I was still at the stadium before you left me. Why didn't you wait for me like you said?" You grit out.

Awkwardly, the girl slips her way passed the two of you, going over to where everyone else had also awkwardly migrated to. "The guys were rushing me, I didn't wanna hold them up-

"So you leave your girlfriend instead?! I had to walk all the way back to the dorms then Uber here, Ken! You were supposed to be my ride!" You rant.

"Hey hey, lower your damn voice." He narrows his eyes, tone actually having the audacity to be stern.

"Who-I know you ain't talkin' to me like I'm some child! Lower my voice?!" You scrunch your face up, only becoming angrier by the second.

"First of all, you left me when you said you were gonna wait, then I finally get here and I catch your sorry ass with some other girl all over you?! Kissing you?! Who the fuck even are you?! What happened in the last hour I've been away?! Like, what did I miss; enlighten me please!" You rant, throwing your hands up in frustration. At this point there was a good chunk of people just watching what was going on, whispers and murmurs started sparking up in the vicinity.

Ken clenches his jaw in annoyance, pissing you off yet again.

"I'm sorry, alright?! I'm a little crossed right now, and I didn't expect her to do something like that." He argues.

"Ohhhh ok, right right. So, we're just a little crossed and didn't expect her to do that. My thing is, why was she even that close to you in the first place? What are you pouring Vodka into her mouth for?" Your tone is blade sharp as you throw question after question his way.

You weren't necessarily yelling anymore but you were clearly seeing red. You swear Ken must've lost his mind in the last hour, because this is so unlike him. It's like he's completely forgotten who both of your parents were, like he forgot if they find out about something like this both of your careers could be over before they even start.

"Babe, babe, I apologized already. What else do you want me to do?! I didn't know she was gonna kiss me!" He argues, throwing his hands up exasperatedly.

"How 'bout not put yourself in a position to even have something like that happen! This don't even make no sense, Ken! You just straight up let her kiss you, like, I watched you hesitate! Had I not come over here would you have even stopped?!" Your eyes start to well up with tears, voice shaking slightly as you try to maintain your angry demeanor.

You hated that he wasn't even trying to comfort or reassure you or anything. He has the nerve to just try to brush it under the rug like it wasn't that big of a deal. You knew for a full fact had this been the other way around he'd probably have caused the loudest riot, and your parents would for sure find out.

He doesn't say a word, just watches you as you try to keep your composure together. No 'let me fix this, babe', no nothing. Sure the two of you are a fake couple with no real feelings of love towards each other, but he could at least act like he cares that you're upset. You sure would. Then to make matters worse, if rumors about this starts to spread, your mom will definitely hear about it.

"Tch." You push passed him and quickly head out of the kitchen, avoiding looking at everyone staring as you storm out.

Embarrassed couldn't even begin to cover how you felt right now. You couldn't believe he disrespected you and the relationship like this, and then went as far as to give that half-assed apology as if that was acceptable! He could've at least tried to come after you when you walked out of the kitchen! You sniffle, trying to calm yourself down as you figure out somewhere fairly secluded to go.

You're back in the living room dance floor area now, the most crowded part of the whole house. You've been to enough parties here to know all of the avoid spots. The living room: where everyone comes to dance as the DJ set is there, the basement: x activities that shall not be named, the balcony upstairs: all the potheads love it there, the bathrooms: illegal drugs...that's all that needs to be said, and the bedroom: other x activities that shall not be named. Even though that seemed like the entire house, there were a few spots left you could go.

Weaving through the multitude of people, you stay close to the wall, heading through the living room and straight out of the sliding glass door. This frat house, as stated before, is very huge, big enough to have a large pool area outside that you can get to from the living room's sliding glass door.

You quickly speed walk to the poolside area, then plop yourself down on one of the pool chairs just as the tears started flowing down your cheeks.

You had fought so hard to keep your makeup looking nice, trying not to cry, but it just seemed like tears were inevitable tonight. Using the sleeve of your costume you gently dab your face, not wanting anything to smear so you don't end up giving the Joker from Batman.

You take a deep breath, exhaling through your nose as you lay back against the pool chair, looking up at the stars somberly. What has this night come to? Everything was so great, then it just...wasn't. Maybe losing your moms gift to you was a sign, 'cause right after that things took a hard left turn.

You felt like you only had a brief moment to even take in your huge accomplishment, now it's like you didn't even do it. This was supposed to be your celebration, your big night with Ken.

We'll see each other tonight, baby. We'll have the whole night actually....

"Liar..." You whisper to yourself bitterly, closing your eyes as you let out an exasperated sigh, feeling completely drained of energy at this point. Oddly enough the sound of the muffled music coming from inside was starting to become almost soothing, mixing harmoniously with the sounds of crickets and echoed conversations. You could actually fall asleep to this...

"You get lost or somethin'? The party's inside."

You jump with a loud yelp, almost falling out of the pool chair as a deep, male voice cuts into the silence. You look around frantically before your eyes fall on some random dude laying in one of the pool chairs to the left of you. He was about four chairs away from you, fully laid out with a cigarette between his fingers, one eye open as he looks over at you lazily. He was dressed pretty basic for a party, nothing but a white v-neck top and jeans. But who were you to talk though...

"Who-who-?! You're sayin' am I lost like you're not out here also." You narrow your eyes, looking him over with a scrutinizing gaze.

Now who the hell is this dude talkin' to?! You weren't really sure since you had your eyes closed earlier, but you figured you were definitely out here first.

"Got me there." He murmurs with a shrug, then pauses before speaking again. "You that dancer girl? The one with the anklet?" He asks slowly, before taking a fairly long drag from his cigarette.

"Wait, the anklet? You seen my anklet?!" At this you sit up completely, eyes wide as you impatiently wait for his answer. He opens both of his eyes finally, then reaches into his left back pocket, taking out your gold anklet. You gasp like a fish out of water, jumping up to your feet and practically running over to him.

"Oh my god! I was looking all over for this! How'd you find it?!" You ramble excitedly. You probably looked like a happy golden retriever with the way you're demeanor completely lit up.

"I didn't. I caught it when it flew off your ankle. Woulda hit me in the face if I didn't catch it." He says with a slight grin, chuckling at the memory of being attacked by your jewelry.

"You caught it?! Is it broken?! Lemme see it!"

He hands you your anklet, letting you observe it and check the clasp. Everything seemed fine with it, but you made a mental note to maybe take it in to a jeweler to get it checked out sometime just in case. "Well, thank you for..catching it." You chuckle lightly, sitting down on the pool chair next to him so you could hook it back around your ankle, this time making sure it was done right.

"'S nothin'. What's your name?"

You tell him your name just as you finish clasping your anklet. "Pretty. I'm Shuji Hanma." He says coolly, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Thanks." You say with an uncharacteristically bashful laugh. Before you hadn't really been paying too much attention to what this guy looks like, but now that you were sitting up closer, you could really look at him.

Long story short, Hanma's gorgeous, with those honey brown eyes and that deep, sensual voice. He has a single gold earring in his left ear, a unique drop design. He looks pretty tall, yet he's also very muscular, maybe a basketball player you think.

Your eyes trail over to his large veiny hands, with tattoos of some sort of Chinese writing on the back of them, and his long, slender fingers. His hair is fairly short, black, and tussled messily to perfection with blonde highlights in the front that hangs slightly over his eyes. Your face instantly began to heat up as your eyes selfishly continued to drink him in.

You don't smoke, but there's something about the way he's so casually taking those drags, something about his full, pink lips and the way they blow the smoke into the air. He's so effortlessly sexy, and from the way he seems to carry himself, he must know it too.

"Havin' a good time over there eye fuckin' me?" He asks smugly, a small smirk making it's way across his perfect lips as he takes a drag.

"I-I wasn't eye-fucking you!" You stammer, voice unnaturally higher pitched as your face completely set on fire, embarrassed that he caught you staring.

"No? Just thinkin' in my direction or somethin'?" He teases, blowing smoke in front of him as he looks at you with his head tilted inquisitively. You purse your lips in a frown, unsure of a good comeback, only furthering your embarrassment. He let's out a breathy chuckle, shoulders shaking just slightly.

"Doesn't bother me, doll, you can fuck me with those pretty eyes all you want. It's better in real life though." He shrugs plainly, full on smirking.

Your jaw hits the floor dumbstruck, blinking multiple times as you process what he just said. Nobody has ever talked to you like this before, especially not someone you've just met. It's so bold and nonchalant...and sexy. "Again, I wasn't eye-fucking you. I was just...lookin' at your tattoos." You lie, well, it was partially true.

"Oh yeah? You like 'em?" He asks with a particularly seductive dip in his tone, looking you straight in the eyes. His gaze is so intense you couldn't help but look away, too fearful you'd be sucked in and swallowed whole if you looked any longer.

"Well yeah. I don't know what they mean though." You shrug plainly, hoping to mask the shyness creeping its way up to the surface. He sits up from the pool chair, turning to face you and leaning onto his knees, getting fairly close into your personal space. You don't dare back away, holding your ground as he shows you the back of his hands, his cigarette resting between his fingers in his right hand.

"They say sin and punishment'" He says lowly, showing you each hand with a proud yet mischievous looking grin on his face.

"Oh..." You murmur sheepishly. The way he explained that made you squeeze your thighs together, visibly swallowing as yours eyes flicker from his hands to his eyes. Hanma's lips curve into an almost devious looking smirk, loving the obvious effect he was having on you.

You felt stuck, like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat. It's the way his eyes so boldly swallow you up without a single care if you notice or not. You had to change the subject quick, lighten things up before you unintentionally set yourself on fire.

"So...I'm assuming we go to the same school. What's your major?" You ask as pleasantly and coolly as possible.

"Digital photography." He replies, leaning back a bit.

"Oh really?! I was not expecting that. You're the first photography major I've met so far here." You say the last part more to yourself. It seems today is actually the most time you've spent around the photography and journalism majors thanks to that interview this morning.

"There's not too many of us I think." He shrugs before taking a slight pause. "You seem like too good'a dancer to be doing it as a side thing." He raises a brow slightly.

"Oh yeah, I'm one of the dance majors for sure." You laugh softly.

"You looked good out there during the halftime show. I got a lot'a nice shots."

As soon as he said that it clicked how he'd be able to catch your anklet. The photographers were the only people able to be on the field during the halftime show, so of course he caught it. "Thanks! I hope I can see them at some point." You smile softly, unconsciously fiddling with your hands on your lap.

He goes quiet for a moment, looking to the side in thought. "You could see 'em now if you want."

"What d'you mean?"

"My camera's in my car out front. Wanna see 'em?" He offers again.

You bite the inside of your lip, brows slightly furrowed. Sure going into this guy's car to look at pictures seemed innocent, but at the exact same time, this isn't just any guy. He's gorgeous, with those tempting eyes that makes your mind fog whenever you look at them for more than a second. Hanma's dangerous for you, he's way too attractive to be playin' around.

You're taken, and even though you're beyond pissed at Ken, that's unfortunately who your man is.

However, no matter how loudly the alarm bells rang in your head.... "Yeah." You nod, feeling your heart skip a beat in a mind-fuzzing blend of anxious excitement.

And as if he couldn't get any more attractive, slowly your head lifts as you watch him stand to his full height, towering over you like a damn skyscraper.

Lord have mercy on your soul.....

Hanma leads you around the house from outside, avoiding all the weaving and dipping through people, and straight to his car, and damn, even his car is good looking. A shiny black Dodge Hellcat with dark tinted windows sat there proudly in front of the party house.

You wanted to facepalm at this point. This was just getting ridiculous now. "Hang on a sec." He murmurs, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side, grabbing the camera that was sitting there in its case. He leaves the door open, helping you in to which you utter a small "Thank you." "Mhm." He nods, closing the door and getting in at the drivers side. The car smelled just like him, cigarettes and that wildly intoxicating cologne he's wearing.

You were pretty sure he didn't feel the same, with the way he's sitting there all cool and chill while doing whatever he's doing with that expensive looking camera, but you were inwardly shaking in your boots. The silence felt so heavy, and you weren't sure how to sit or where to look, so you just fiddled with the sequins on your costume, reminding yourself that your boyfriend was just right inside the frat house.

His cigarette was gone you realized, just as he turned to look at you again, the camera roll finally showing the pictures from tonight. "Here, just hit the arrow to go to the next one." He instructs smoothly, handing you the Canon camera. His slender fingers brush against yours as you grab the device, sending immediate shockwaves down your spine from the back of your neck.

Your jaw nearly hits the floor as you look at the first picture on the screen. You looked so flawless you almost didn't even recognize yourself. Though the day had been so stressful, on the field you looked like a dancing goddess, the costume and makeup sparkling under the stadium lights like some kind of ethereal glow.

"Oh my gooooosh! This looks-this is so..." You trail off unable to really find the right descriptive word, your mouth still hanging open slightly. Hanma chuckles breathily, watching you look at the picture in amusement. You take one last long look at the first one, then go on to the next one.

It was just as beautiful as the previous picture. You were in the middle of your intro solo still, he'd caught you with both hands on your hips and a wide smile, your right leg shifted in front of the left making you look particularly statuesque.

Your heart grew warmer and warmer with each picture you went through, not a single one was a flop, not even a little bit. These are the types of pictures your parents would pay hundreds just to keep and show off to their coworkers and neighbors. "Wanna see my favorite?" He murmurs, cutting into the silence. "Your favorite? Sure." You hand the camera back, curious as to which picture he'd show you.

He clicks the arrow through about seven more pictures, going past it for a second before he finally went back, his lips curving upwards slightly when he saw it. "This one. This is the one."

You let out a small gasp, leaning over the armrest as he shows you the picture. It was-no-you were stunning, and you knew exactly which part of the dance that was too. You'd just finished the moment of holding the split during Emma's brief solo. Then as you come up from the ground you'd enter into a spin and stop with your leg pointed outwards, your left hand on your hip as the right is outstretched, and your fingers point down and outwards.

The angle he took the shot in made it seem like you were looking right at the camera, it caught your eyes perfectly. Your expression was fierce due to the part of the song it was at, and your hair was in the middle of flowing with the breeze.

"This is so beautiful." You smile, almost wanting to tear up. For the first time the whole night you finally felt like you had a chance to bask in that half time show moment. Everything had moved so fast afterwards, there was no time to stop and look at posts or pictures. You knew for a fact though that peoples posts on their stories had nothing on Hanma's professional pictures. "You're real easy to take shots of. Every move you made was perfect." He says, his tone strikingly serious.

"Thanks." You chuckle bashfully, looking to the side as you try to force your heart to stop doing that annoying fluttering.

Easy girl, calm down, he's just being nice. It's just a compliment. Think about Ken, just think about Ken...

Hanma goes through a few of the pictures to see for himself before he speaks again. "Y'know, you make a good muse." He says softly, eyes still fixed on the pictures he's sifting through. "A muse? Like, I'm inspirational?" You tilt your head to the side.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." He chuckles a little. Setting the camera on his lap, he looks you over, up and down and back up, making your face turn hot instantly as you shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat. "What?" You murmur, furrowing your brows in a slight pout. You were sure you'd never be able to get used to his piercing eyes and the way they trail all over you so boldly.

"I've had this idea for a project I wanna do, but I haven't been able to find the right model until you." He explains, looking back up into your eyes.

"Me?! Hold up, you want me to model for you?" You gawk, your face contorted into a look of pure shock. His lips curve into a wide, excited grin, eyes almost sparkling as he seems to have made up his mind.

"I do. You're perfect." He nods, his voice velvety smooth, just like honey.

Again you fold under the sound of his voice and sensual eyes, looking at your hands now nervously fiddling with themselves in your lap. "I-I don't have really any experience with any modeling. I mean, dancers do portraits and stuff but...what kind of modeling do you want me to do?" You stammer bashfully, trying yet failing to hold any sort of confident eye contact with him.

"Nothin' you wouldn't be able to do easily. I need a full body, half naked silhouette of you; something in dark lighting." He says, a bit vaguely in your opinion.

A half naked silhouette in dark lighting...with a guy like him?! Now the alarms were really flashing, but at the same time, it was for professional, career related things. There's no harm in helping someone out with their project, right? You knew all about the frustrations of trying to gather people to help bring your vision to life, so you figured why not help him out.

"Uhhh, I mean, I guess I could do it. Is it an urgent project?" You raise a brow a bit, looking over at him briefly.

"If by urgent you mean for a class then no. This is more of a personal portfolio kind'a thing." He shrugs.

A personal thing? So it's no particular guidelines...

"K. Well, let me know when you wanna do it. I'll find some time in my schedule." You nod.

"Perfect. Lemme see your phone, angel." He purrs, holding his hand out lazily. You try to ignore his flirtatious tone and that name he just called you, reaching in your sweatpants pocket. You take out your phone and unlock it, already knowing to pull up your contacts app. Another jolt shoots down your spine as your fingers make contact again while you hand him your phone. "Cool." He smirks, satisfied that you opened to the app without him having to ask, putting his number and name in.

You went and sent him a text, "Heyyy" with two exclamation points so he could save your number in his own phone.

Why'd it feel so wrong to have his number in your phone? This was just a business thing, a collaboration, right? If you weren't so attracted to him it wouldn't feel like nearly as much of a problem as it does now, and maybe if he wouldn't call you angel or doll with that sexy ass voice, that'd probably make it feel better.

Then if Ken hadn't pissed you off beyond belief, it wouldn't feel like you were doing this out of spite, hanging with some guy you just met at a party since Ken wanted to spend his time with another girl and his sports buddies. But you have no intention of cheating though, so...technically there's nothing wrong, right?

There's nothing wrong about this....

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ooool, what y'all bouta get into puttin' dat man number in y'all phoooone?!?! Teehee, hope y'all enjoyed and I'll have the next chapter up soon! It's finna go DEEOWN next chapter okaaay! Like, comment, reblog please, love you all💖

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