#but yuki >>>>> honesty So

[xiaoluclair]

one question how long does it take you to put the tags in the posts you post/reblog (affectionate)

a mundane question that i never would've had on my bingo ball in a bajillion years .

depends! usually i just keysmash so... a second. during races, a few seconds. in general could be up to a minute (maybe a lil more) if i have Loooooads to say but i think that's rare (?) usually only if it's a bunch of me goin Wild over someone else's awesome shit . or max. but an average... 22s 😁⏳

(edit: okay after answering this ask, i think i overestimated my time management and brain speed . 50s average.)

[ryiju-muunie]

Yuki x choso x reader with nipple play and fisting please??👀👀

Just like an Animal

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!sub!reader/dom!Yuki Tsukumo/sub!Choso Kamo Warnings: whenever I do this it ends up just being YukixReader LMAO, nipple play, nipple sucking, breast worship, fingering, stretching I guess, fisting~, neck kissing, light biting, making out, tongue kissing Word count: 2155 DESC: Your relationship with Yuki and Choso gets spicy!!

I'm being super active but this isn't gonna last sowwyyyyyyy

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

At this point, you weren’t sure how your relationship had begun. It started one day, with Yuki coming onto you and trying to engage in some lustrous foreplay. It felt wrong and dirty with her boyfriend, Choso, in the other room. But god, it felt so good. The way her hand delicately traced circles upon the top of your chest, just begging to go down and dip into your shirt. It was orgasmic before she even began. Then her boyfriend walked in. You expected a scandal, you didn’t expect him to join in. The man sat behind you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your pumpkin perfume and getting lost in your skin. You were soft and plush, made up of fat that they couldn’t help but squeeze. You were gorgeous in every sense of the word to those two, no wonder they had had their eyes on you. 

Yuki purred into your ear, whispering sweet nothings as Choso’s hands pulled up your shirt. From there it was history. They fucked into you like you were their only vice like you were the glue holding everything together. It was hot how the blonde would kiss your lips, smearing her lipgloss on your face as she hungrily devoured what was hers. And it was hot, how the brunette squeezed your breasts as he was about to finish, trying to hold onto any semblance of himself; Trying desperately to compose his whines. 

This day started like any other. Your friend was lying on your couch, legs across your lap as her boyfriend was seated beside you. In all honesty, you didn’t just like the sex. You liked the intimate aspect of it too. The romantic undertones in how they both lounged beside you, holding you close. It was as if you were a part of their little circle. You were their favorite thing to pleasure and please.

Choso leaned closer to you as the three of you watched the TV, his head resting against your shoulder. It was nice, how he very gently pressed his body weight to yours and made you feel safe. Not to mention Yuki’s presence too was comforting. His hand inched its way to your thigh, just resting against your clothed skin. It was pretty normal for the two of them to be handsy even if they didn’t want a sexual encounter. That’s how they were and you didn’t mind one bit.

The woman sat up after a moment, relinquishing her legs from your lap and opting to sit close to you. She put her hand on your lower stomach and watched as it twitched from her supple touch. Even over your shirt she still managed to give you butterflies. Her boyfriend was quick too, running his hand on your leg further up until he reached the hem of your yoga pants. 

You let out a faint exhale, closing your eyes to the sensation. If it were up to the couple, you would just sit back and do nothing as they worshipped your body for hours together. But you wanted to worship them too. You wanted both of them to feel the pleasure you felt almost every time their hands would graze yours. 

The raven-haired male’s lips pressed soft and shallow kisses along the side of your neck. It was subtle enough that you didn’t realize, until you felt the edge of his teeth run along your jaw, followed by his tongue. Slowly, he traced circles along your skin to make the hair on your back stand on end. It was tantalizing how he licked down your jaw, back to your neck to suck on your deep skin. Yuki was working too, longingly dragging her hands underneath your shirt until she felt the fat of your breasts peeking out from underneath. She pulled at the hem, draping your top over your tits until they were out from their cage and in her mouth. Every time, it was almost like she had some kind of fetish for your nipples. She began to suck on the left as her fingers twisted your right nub, causing your body to tighten and stiffen in pleasure. And every time, you were sensitive to her rough touches. 

Choso was moving back up to your jaw, tilting your head towards him so he could capture your lips. But he was in a teasing mood, you supposed because he let your mouth ghost his for several moments, biting on your bottom lip and then pulling away so you’d moan in disdain. He let out a faint, breathless laugh, before taking your lips into his. It was slow and painfully methodic how he used his tongue to pleasure yours. Without even asking for permission it slid into your mouth and traced circles around your own, pulling you into a trace. A soft moan escaped your lips as he tried to hold himself back. Typically, it was hard for Kamo to keep his composure, opting to dive head-first into your mouth and whine for you to fuck him senseless. Yeah … he was a sub. 

It was so hot, how he was slowly fucking his tongue into your mouth as Yuki was tracing circles around your erect nipple, with her lips around the other. She lightly bit down, just to feel your breath hitch in your ribcage. Her boyfriend's hands weren’t staying PG either, no-no, he was practically itching in his skin to touch you. If he could’ve had it his way he would’ve been on top of you by now, ripping off your top and taking you. [Yuki also felt eerily similar] 

The male’s hands were on your sides, rubbing your love handles and squeezing your body just to feel you tremble underneath his touch. They didn’t stay there for long, running down to your pants to get them out of the way. His girlfriend got the memo and left your breasts, but you both know she’d be back for them soon. She helped him, pulling the hem down to reveal your pink panties, which at this point were soaked. It was easy to turn you on with just the slightest touch or the littlest bit of kissing. And they knew it. You were dripping and they hadn’t even begun the fun-est part, fucking your tight little pussy until you screamed for it to end. 

“Wow…” Yuki whispered, hands on your pubic bone as she stared at the evergrowing wet spot, “I think we should try something new today.” You looked down at your underwear, then at the woman beside you, who was eyeing you with lust. You were down to try anything once, especially if it was them who were going to be the ones doing it to you.

“Do you mean,” Choso began but paused after a moment, looking away with a hint of embarrassment creeping up onto his cheeks. It was a hazy blush that ran across his temples and down to the apples of his cheeks, dusting his nose. 

She nodded and let a grin plaster her glossed lips, “Yeah baby, we’re gonna fuck our little toy so good. Right, toy?” Her voice was almost nurturing, with a condescending hint that drove you wild. A soft whine came from your mouth before you could even stop it, nodding your head along. You didn’t care what they did as long as it was them doing it. 

“I like the sound of that…” He spoke in awe, running a hand down your chest to your tits, palming one of them just to see you squirm. What a tease. Kamo just loved to rile you up before letting go, so you’d plead for more. Especially when they fucked you so good, you couldn’t control the moans escaping from your mouths. And the begging too.

One of Yuki’s fingers inched closer to your wet pussy, you could tell she was itching to taste you. It was almost addicting how amazing you were, in every possible way. She inhaled and grabbed your panties by the top hem, beginning to pull them down. Choso helped, lifting you up with ease to make the process easier. Even as they manhandled you they were careful. They’d never want to break their toy. Well, physically that is. Your underwear was tossed to the side, somewhere. You found that you didn’t quite care at that moment where they were, as you felt warm fingers press into your wetness. A slow and quiet pleasure filled your walls and you leaned your head back. 

“Y-Yuki…” You exhaled, leaning your head against the cushion behind you. This was different than how she’d usually finger you. Typically she’d start off with your clit, then dive in with two fingers. But she was inserting two very slowly, spreading them apart just a bit to see your reaction. It was pleasurable in a very strange way, tickling your core differently than it had before. 

“Add in another one,” Choso whined into your ear, with his arms slowly embracing you from behind. He pulled you to him as Yuki anchored herself on the floor in front of your perfect pussy. His mouth found your neck and began to tease it, sending small kitten licks your way. It was little pulses of pleasure on your skin until he began to bite. The man had already unnaturally long canines, so the littlest bit of pressure was enough to make you moan in pain [and bliss]. Your head lazily turned towards his, mouth searching for his own. The softness of his lips was what you craved in ways you didn’t know you needed. Sure, the blonde was a good kisser, but there was nothing like kissing that damn emo. The way he took pleasure in kissing you slowly, building up to an intense and sloppy make-out… it was utterly arousing. 

You felt her insert a third finger, pushing them further apart as she did so. Softly, she began to thrust them. You were attempting to figure out exactly what she was prepping you for, but it went out the window when her fingers touched your sensitive G-spot. Your back arched forward to the sensation, but Choso made sure you didn’t go far. It was different to have three fingers on your walls, tickling your area until you came. Yet, the way she was fucking you was indicating it wasn’t going to stop there. No, she wasn’t trying to make you cum. Not right now. 

“Good girl,” Yuki purred, honey practically dripping from her smooth lips, “You’re doing so good… I’m gonna insert a fourth, kay princess?” She cooed and it was bliss. She could have been telling you the worst news imaginable, but in that voice, you couldn’t help but nod pathetically and let her have her way. She was sweet, talking down to you as if you were the scum on the bottom of her boot. But you wanted her to continue. That way she spoke, you never wanted it to end. 

Her fourth finger slid into your warmth and you felt a hand toy with your nipples, entering a state of newfound bliss. It was hard to keep those soft little noises from your lips as your orgasm was starting to approach with every fondling touch. Choso’s fingers twisted your perked nubs in the way he knew you liked, as his girlfriend pumped her hand slowly in and out of your cunt. By the time she inserted her thumb and pressed deep into your core, you were far gone. 

“H-hah… Y.. Yu.. mm- shit ha.. Fuck Yuki,” you drawled, leaning your head back against the male for stability, but it was hard to find it with pleasure running through your pink walls. Every second you could feel your body tighten in anticipation, riling up for the moment it knew would come soon. Closer and closer you could feel it coming as her fingers pressed together to form a point and targeted your swollen spot. Curving up, they graced your G-spot and began to abuse it. Hearing your reactions was enough for Tsukumo to leave satisfied, watching your eyes flutter from her touch.

Your hips rolled up and your chest arched forward, beginning to ride those slow waves of orgasmic gratification. It was different from those other, intense orgasms you had had before. It wasn’t a quick burst of intensity that left you panting for more. No, it was slow and painful as it reached its peak in your pussy, and traveled through your legs, and into your body. It created wave after wave of ferocious glee, that you couldn’t help but groan gutterally. Your wetness was music to Choso’s ears as he nibbled gently on your neck, feasting on your orgasm like it was his lifeline. Yuki was having a blast too. Anything that pleased you or her boyfriend was enough to make her happy. 

That’s all that mattered, your happiness.

[myysaints]

Hi there! I have this silly idea where yuki is y/n (established - actress,singer etc) biggest fan and when lando and y/n officially confirmed their relationship, yuki on his quest to make sure that max will treat y/n right. Lando (borderline amused and annoyed) still try to prove himself to yuki bcs y/n is very fond of him (and provide great entertainment for her). I know this quite ridiculous and would understand if you declined it :)

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ TREAT HER RIGHT─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!singer!reader

genre — fluff

notes — thank you so much for the request! it was not at all ridiculous, i absolutely love this dynamic between lando and yuki !!! ik your request mentioned max, not sure if that was a typo? hopefully i got it right by going with lando :> hope u enjoy this one !!! xx (edit: LOL just realised i called u anon when your user is there TT so sorry bout that!!!)

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If Lando had known this would happen, he’d have never made that Instagram post.

“YOU’RE DATING WHO?!”

The Japanese driver in front of him whirls around in his seat, eyes wide and mouth hung open in askance.

It’s rare that Yuki speaks to Lando; after all, their language and cultural barrier makes conversation difficult. But this is an entirely different situation altogether.

Lando grins sheepishly, casting a look towards Charles, who stands beside him. The Monegasque merely chuckles, leaning forward in his seat to peer at Yuki.

“So, do you know Y/N?” Charles asks with a cheeky smile.

“Do I know Y/N?!” Yuki is practically leaping out of his seat, his excitement causing the other drivers in the area to glance back at the commotion. “Of course I do! She’s the best singer of all time! I always listen to her songs!”

“Oh, are we talking about Y/N L/N?” Pierre, passing by, cuts in, “Yuki loves her. Has a huge crush on her and everything.”

Lando spreads his palms out, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to keep Yuki away from her when she comes to the paddock, hmm?”

The way Yuki’s eyes light up in glee doesn’t go unnoticed, the Alpha Tauri driver’s face breaking out into an uncontrollable grin.

“You’re bringing her! When? Where?!”

“Calm down, mate,” Lando laughs, leaning back in his seat. His heart flutters at the thought of you in McLaren colours, proudly representing him and his team in the paddock, for the world to see. He clears his throat, trying to stop the furious reddening of his cheeks. “You’ll see her at Suzuka. No rush.. I know my girlfriend's quite the catch - but so am I, right?”

At this, Yuki seemingly goes quiet.

Lando raises an eyebrow. “Yuki…? You okay there?”

A moment of silence passes before Yuki gets up, motioning for Lando to follow him. With a wary look towards an equally-confused Charles and Pierre, who both only shrug in response, Lando follows Yuki towards a quieter corner.

Once they reach a secluded spot, Yuki’s eyes darken, his smile dropping instantly. The shift in atmosphere is undeniable. Lando's never seen Yuki this serious, not even after the Spanish Grand Prix. In all honesty: It scares him.

“Lando,” Yuki says, his voice steeled and brows furrowed. “I like you. I think you’re funny, and you’re a good driver-”

“Hey, thanks man,” he jokes. The attempt at keeping the mood light, however, doesn’t work in the slightest.

“-But, look, listen, if you ever think of hurting her-”

“Sorry, are we talking about Y/N?” Lando’s head tilts in confusion.

“Yes, Y/N. If you ever hurt her,” Yuki continues, ignoring the shocked look on Lando’s face. “If you ever try to hurt her, just know that I will never forgive you. Ever. Do you understand?”

“I-” Lando shakes his head, his cheeks going pink. How do you even respond to that? “-Well, yeah, mate, of course. I only want the best for her. Really, I do.”

“Okay, good. 'Cause I’ll be watching you.” Yuki straightens up, a satisfied smile on his face. “Well, I’ll see you around, then! I will look forward to Suzuka.”

And, with a playful punch to the arm, Yuki is off, leaving Lando stunned at what just happened.

So, when Suzuka rolls around, true to his word, Lando shows up to the paddock with you on his arm.

The sight has Yuki running over instantly, a large bashful smile on his face as he greets you enthusiastically.

“Hi! You must be Yuki,” you smile softly, quietly amused at his enthusiasm. “Lando’s told me all about you.”

That was true - Immediately after Lando’s little… altercation, as one might call it, with Yuki, he’d texted you in a frantic hurry. It was, in all honesty, endearing, and incredibly funny. You’d teased Lando about it relentlessly in the days after. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t used the Alpha Tauri driver’s words as leverage; referencing Yuki’s threat to get Lando to pick up some cupcakes, to let you pick the movie for date nights, and so on.

Lando hums in response, watching with an amused smile as Yuki almost trips over his feet trying to shake your hand. “Y/N, this is Yuki. And Yuki, this is… Well, you already know who she is.”

Yuki’s eyes are blown wide in amazement as he shakes your hand, his grip firm and his smile bright. “Wow, it’s so cool that you’re here! I love your new song, it’s already one of my favourites!”

You share a smile with Lando, who squeezes your side in a playful ‘I-told-you-so’ motion.

“Thank you so much, Yuki, that’s so sweet of you! Tell you what - If you let Lando past in the race, I’ll send you a signed copy of my new album, free of charge, before it even drops. How 'bout that?”

Yuki lets out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "No way! Maybe if Lando lets me through in quali today."

You exchange a grin with your boyfriend, who shakes his head in amusement.

"Alright, it was great seeing you, Yuki. Good luck out there," Lando fist bumps the smaller driver, who waves at you before departing with a pep in his step.

Lando's hand finds yours as you walk back to the McLaren motorhome.

"So, that was Yuki..."

"Yep," he nods in response, popping the 'p'. "What'd you think of him?"

You smile cheekily. "You sure it was him who threatened you that time? He seems so sweet!"

Lando scoffs, shaking his head despite the amused smirk that sneaks up on his face. "You haven't seen him when he's angry. He's a menace on the track, I'll tell you that."

The bright laugh that leaves your lips makes Lando's heart skip a beat, heat rising to his face at the look of joy you send his way. You never cease to make his heart flutter.

"Well, finish in the points, and maybe I'll put in a good word to Yuki then, hmm?"

"Alright, muppet. You can count on that."

"Well..."

You're lying on the bed in Lando's hotel room, his trophy sitting tall and proud on the dresser in front of you.

It's been a crazy past 24 hours. In just this one day, you've witnessed perhaps one of the greatest drives of Lando's career, and at your first ever race, on top of that.

Lando wraps you in his arms, flipping the both of you around so that you lie atop his chest.

You smile he gazes up at you, his chest rising and falling to the steady beating of his heart. You feel so at home in these moments, the in-between spaces of time where you have him all to yourself; no races to win, no cameras to look out for. Just you and him, and the spaces in between your fingers.

You laugh softly as he nudges his face into your neck. "Well, what?"

"Well, you still gotta thank Yuki," he replies, his voice muffled in the crook of your neck. "He let me by on the second last lap. Probably would've lost out on P3 if not for that."

You chuckle, instinctively reaching a hand up to play with his curls. Lando hums lowly, leaning into your touch.

"Thought you were scared of him?" you tease, a playful smile toying on your lips.

"Well, yeah," he mutters out, his tone of voice cheeky, a smile pressed against your skin. "Gotta stay on his good side."

That elicits a giggle from you, and he pulls away from your touch to look up at your smiling face. He cups a hand around your face and pulls you down into a kiss, the two of you breathless when you resurface for air.

"I'll send him a signed CD later," you mumble, leaning back down for another searing kiss. "But I don't wanna think 'bout him right now."

An appreciative hum leaves Lando's lips. "Why not?" he teases, pulling away with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Your reply has his breath caught in his throat.

"'Cause all I wanna think about is you."

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Miya Atsumu: VBC

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: -1.8k, fluff

• Joining the Inarizaki volleyball team isn’t what you expected, but maybe someone can help with that.

Warnings: fem!reader, curses

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In honesty you were ecstatic to transfer to Inarizaki High for second year, it gave you the opportunity to reconnect with your best friend and you'd heard amazing things about the volleyball club there. Hamada Yuki and yourself had been on a team together in middle school, she remains your favourite setter but that might be bias.

The key word being 'were'. It wasn't until you'd arrived did you understand the misconception - you had every intention of joining the females VBC despite your friends' discernment. Upon passing the advertising for after school clubs, you noted their sales pitch wasn't exactly suited to one's passion for the sport.

"The main reason to join is for the Miya twins!"

It was rather a passion for the boys.

"But this is the girls team." You'd deadpan stated, as if this resolved everything.

Alas the promoter and captain disagreed with a gleaming smile that suggested she'd been begging to elaborate on such things.

"Yes exactly! Atsumu and Osamu are interested in volleyball, meaning the boys team are liable to play us during training. Giving us a chance to spend time and learn from them~"

"Great, I'm all for the competition but—"

"If you're lucky you might even end up with a hot boyfriend!"

Instantly the leaflet in your palm was scrunched, a huff of disappointment escaping you.

"Then I'd rather find somewhere else to play." You curtly responded, the girl taken aback but cheerfully calling after you anyway.

"We— We're showing around potential recruits after school if you change your mind!"

Once reaching your newly assigned classroom, the balled up paper was dumped on your friends' desk who only looked up to you with a raised brow.

"That's why you were evasive about me joining the volleyball club."

She released a tired hum, like she'd been expecting this conversation, whilst unfolding the leaflet depicting the Miyas and other members of the boys team in the background.

"Told ya (Y/n), as a member of the so called 'Inarizaki Girls Volleyball Team', it's more of a damn fan club at this point." Yuki seethed, re-scrunching the flyer and shooting into the bin across the classroom.

"I could tell. Is anyone serious there besides you?" You questioned once sitting at your desk beside hers, the setter shaking her head thoughtfully.

"A few. We're vastly outnumbered by fangirls though, we practice and they do whatever they do - sometimes asking us about terminology and such to impress certain people of course."

On that note, you figured it'd be worth seeing what the fuss was about later, and if what Yuki had told you was true.

Lo and behold, after watching the makeshift girls practice (much to Yūjis' chargrin when trying to teach receives) for a few minutes, it was exactly like she'd described. However, the second you'd reached the boys practice, the surrounding group of girls came to life with unadulterated adoration for the players. Squeals and cheers erupting when they'd take shots or score, meanwhile you'd analysed the plays with a degree of knowledge.

It was then you'd locked eyes with the charismatic setter, only for a second, before his shift in focus sent your fellow potentials into a frenzy.

That's enough. You walked out.

———

So the girls team wasn't your cup of tea. That didn't mean you'd cease playing the game you enjoyed - when there's a will there was a way. Especially with the nearby community centre hosting volleyball sessions regularly, and you were able to book time slots there with Yuki and some of her teammates.

It meant you were settling into this new environment, even if it wasn’t perfect. As an Inarizaki tradition, and a volleyball fan, you naturally ended up watching a few of the boys games out of support. They were talented too, deserving of their recognition even if part of it was solely linked to their attractiveness rather than skill.

“Ya came to the game huh, transfer?” He caught you as you were about to leave the gym in the midst of students fussing over them, an apologetic hand immediately retracting from your wrist where he’d reached for you.

“Yeah, apparently it’s a tradition or something since you guys are the pride of Inarizaki.” You’d spoken casually, a shrug accompanying it which he seemed somewhat defeated by considering the recent victory.

“Oh really…?”

“Mhm. You played well though, Miya.”

“It’s nothin’, all thanks to training and my team y’know?” It appeared he’d reignited, a sudden enlightenment about him due to your praise.

“Keep it up then. See you around.”

“I— uh— yeah hope so!”

———

Today, you'd ventured to the centre, court doors open to allow a soft breeze to freshen the area. As well as a perspective viewpoint for curious passers-by, one that captured the double back of a certain blonde.

Finally, spike!

"Hey I know ya!"

Faltering, an awry angle that left you landing a little awkwardly but your hit was remained seemless. Still, you shot a dangerous glare to the intruders, finding Atsumu holding the door he'd previously slammed wide open and Osamu who also seemed done with his twins' spontaneity.

"And yet you don't."

"Yer from class. The transfer.” Atsumu proudly replied to your dismissal, walking in with a wave alongside his brother who facepalmed with an agitated mutter.

“Their name is (L/n) (Y/n).”

“Well I never asked ‘em!” Even though you’d spoken a few of times and it’d been nearly two months, this remained true.

"Okay, and?" Your lack of acknowledgement left Atsumu pouting slightly, but he was more intrigued by your choice of venue considering the fully functioning gym and team currently training at Inarizaki.

"And yer here playing volleyball instead of at school! Yer good, the girls team would be glad to have ya."

"I'd rather play for the community centre." You immediately responded a matter-of-factly, facing him now and spinning the recovered ball between your hands.

"But they don't get to enter high school competitions." It seemed he wasn't entirely convinced, having not discovered the answers he was politely fishing for.

"I know."

"Alright! I just wanna know why yer here? I’d get to play against ya if yer were apart of the school team." Atsumu argued again, more direct this time.

"Because the girls team is a damn fan club for you guys, the only score they're interested is scoring a date with you!"

"Aww, I mean..."

"Why bother joining a team like that when hardly any of them are there to actually play volleyball." You'd rolled your eyes, emotion present when explaining your point and Atsumu seemed to empathise.

"I get it. That'd piss me off too."

"Agreed." Osamu added, an understanding nod toward you.

"Then you have your answer."

With little more to say, the twins shared a sceptical look, before returning their focus to you once more.

“Would ya mind if we joined ya then?”

The question caught you off-guard, darting between them as if searching for some ulterior motive only to find none.

“Sure… I don’t mind.”

“Thanks (L/n).”

“Yeah cheers!” Osamu and Atsumu respectively threw their thanks and removed their jackets ready to play.

———

It’d been a week since that escapade, and you’d found the twins sharing gestures of greeting if they saw you around the school but nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until now…

"Psst (Y/n)!" Yuki came dashing in, evading desks until she'd reached yours with a devious look. "Guess what."

"You actually got an A?"

"Rude." A scoff. "No, Miya Atsumu came to practice yesterday."

"I am so sorry for your loss of concentration, I imagine your fangirl teammates couldn't take their eyes off him." Sarcasm flowed like an effortless river, one that normally fuelled Yuki, except she held a scheming tone when responding straightforwardly.

"He eradicated over half of the club."

"What?" You shock was evident, you’d heard he could be critical in games and a bit of an ass but this was unexpected - Yuki far too happy to extend.

"Yep. Miya comes in and gives a whole speech about ‘if you're not serious about playing then quit’. Said if you're here for the boys team, he'll ask to open a practice for them to watch - and something about how being apart of this club isn't gonna catch his attention because he already likes someone.”

"Woah." It was all you could muster, considering that this whole thing might've been linked to your conversation the other day. He wouldn't do that for such a trivial reason though, right? But if was to protect the sport he loved then it made sense.

"So... wanna join the team and play as my precious Spiker again?" Yuki persuadingly started when clasping your shoulders, earnest gratitude and glee lacing her voice.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Remaining members want to progress and I want my middle school ace by my side again so we can kick ass and go to Nationals!"

"Then I'm in, but isn't there a trial or—" You matched her contagious energy, until she cut you off holding up an already filed applicant form.

"Just approval from the captain." Yuki smirked, that evil one she wore when she had something over you. "Me."

"You?”

"What? Once the chief of the Miya fan club quit along with the others, the team needed a serious captain.” She struck a model pose. “Who better than the reliable setter right?"

"I agree with the setter stuff, but uh can I talk to (L/n) for a sec?" The pair of you looked to the confident origin, finding none other than Atsumu walking toward you.

Yuki gave a little teasing wave and left you two to talk.

"I think ya should give the girls volleyball club a chance y'know." He’d held a hand to the back of neck, a lopsided grin on his lips regardless of the underlying awkwardness he harboured.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Went there yesterday, no fangirls in sight - just the makings of a solid team. Maybe ya were wrong about it."

"Maybe I was. Captain Yuki did personally invite me, so the least I could do is try it out." You paused momentarily, meeting his air burn eyes with mischievous ones of your own. "Considering all your hard work Miya."

There was a guilty look crossing his expression ever so briefly, the blonde shaking it off with a cocky smile.

"No idea whatcha talking about. Whatever, do what ya want!"

———

The Inarizaki girls VBC was a brilliant one now it'd been fortified, you got to play alongside your best friend once more and were surrounded by a team of talented individuals who you could hang out with as friends too.

Due to improved team cohesion, there were even joint training sessions alongside the boys VBC, sessions which the third years had said were more frequent than they ever had been before.

They couldn't help but think all the beneficial changes recently were all down to a single catalyst. Said catalyst apparently trying to impress a certain someone who'd captured more than his attention. The same one who he’d been too nervous to ask for a name numerous times when sparking conversation. The same one he’d look for during games and throughout the school corridors.

Unfortunately the certain someone was oblivious to such signs and thought nothing of it when Inarizaki walked into the gym - their prodigal setter immediately laying eyes on who everyone knew to be this certain someone.

"Hey (Y/n), can I set for ya?"

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[ Masterlist ]

[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny! i love your work so much. can i have a mille-feuille and some hot cross buns with a vodka shot, served by yuki tsunoda. thank u, love!

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to see what you request! as to this anon thank you! i don't often get too many requests for yuki so this was a pleasant surprise in my inbox! i hope i served your well today!

mille-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + hot cross buns: ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + vodka shot (rough sex)

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, protected sex

everyone thought that yuki tsuoda was sweeter than ice cream during a sunrise on a summer's day. he was the perfect boyfriend, and he was in all honesty. you had never had a more perfect relationship!

but when you two got intimate, something else came out of your sweet yuki. a little danger lurked in those dark eyes, and it made you run hot all over.

you giggled and pressed your nose against his neck as he wrapped his strong arms around you. you knew he was one of the shorter drivers, but he was still rather built after years of intensive training. when he gave you a hearty squeeze you pulled back a little and smiled at him.

"i have to go in a few days." he admitted. the races were starting back up and you'd be apart.

"i know. then why don't we get a little familiar with each other before you have to go." fully giving him permission to be as rough as he needed which he happily accepted when he kissed you on the lips. the hands on your hips before he pushed up your t-shirt.

he only stopped himself to pull away and lead you to your shared bedroom. his kisses got harder as you ended up on the bed. he admired you as you took off the cheap t-shirt you wore around the apartment. his gaze on you felt hungry.

he started to strip as well, his heart thumped heavily for you as he exposed more of his body to you. you knew that most went after the built nature of hamilton or the softer edges of verstappen. but you only had eyes for your yuki.

his hands were on your breasts once you got your shirt off and he leaned in for another hot kiss. he felt his erection in his jeans twitch with want for you before he started to work on his belt. once everything was off, he was in bed with you. his arms around your waist as he peppered your skin with hot kisses.

you blushed and tried to hide your face, but your boyfriend's voice cut through.

"don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." which only made more heat rise in your face. his words were so smooth in your ear and made you run hot.

"yuki."

he kissed your left cheek and his cock twitched a little. you were perfect for him in return. you loved when he got like this. most driver's ran hot on the track and yuki only let it out when he was in the privacy of your bedroom. he knew that his words left your core soaked so he was more than happy to let his tongue run.

"you know i will." he said, "we have pretty rope in the closet." he rubbed himself up against you. he wasn't going to slip in without a condom, but he would indulge in feeling your warm skin against his heavy cock.

you felt heat curl in your belly and your legs rub together. eventually you ended up on your chest and knees, your ass elevated to yuki's liking. you watched him out of the corner of your eye grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, even layered in sexual want. you were both careful.

he was such a gentleman out on the paddock, always so sweet and respectful. but, when you were alone in the bedroom. with yuki's cock so painfully close to your achy sex, something else came out of him. you could almost feel his heartbeat against your back as he rubbed his hard cock against you.

"you feel so good." he said softly, kisses along your neck. it made you shudder and grow hot all over. he sank into you and moaned, “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” which only excited you more. his praise was always filthy on his tongue and made your heart hammer in your chest.

the thrusts were fast and hard. kisses on your heated skin were wet and rough. it made everything curl in your gut. it made everything in you strike hot as your lover, yuki, fucked you.

between promises to pleasure, he said that he loved you. the words rolled off his tongue with ease. you knew he meant it, he loved you every shade someone could love another person. even when he had you pinned to the bed with your face in the pillows.

your back arched as you held onto the covers under you and made you shiver. your hard nipples up against the soft covers, which added to the stimulation. you panted heavily against the bed and whimpered when his cock rubbed against just the right spots. it felt like a dream and you were in heaven.

"you feel so good." he said softly, "perfect for me." his voice was low in your ear but tinged with such want for you that it was almost impossible for you to deny how strongly you felt for your lover. he kissed the back of your neck and you clenched around his cock. which only egged him on to move faster.

your knew that your hips were going to be at least a little bruised by the end of tonight. maybe not heart black splotches, but something a little darker on the skin. you whined against the covers and tried to meet his pace for extra pleasure.

"please, yuki." you said as you arched your back a little further. you felt pleasure flood in your head in ways that left you panting. he was so perfect for you, it felt almost impossible for that to be true.

a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets, especially when he left such a sweet hickey on the back of your shoulder. it only made you wetter and more hungry for climax.

his thrusts continued and you were beautiful laid out under him. his chest to your back and he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. he heard your pretty little pants and continued to work you.

it wasn't long before you were gripping onto the covers tightly. you cheek against the pillows as you panted heavily. you felt the strum of pleasure through your body as you felt him start to lose the pace he was using. everything felt like a dream behind your eyelids as he moved quickly.

it was rough and it was hot. it made you shudder as your sweet moans filled the bedroom air. you felt a little tender, but in a good way. bruised but in a way that felt kinky. you dug your hands into the covers before your lips raised a little higher. you climaxed around his cock and you saw stars in your vision. and his climax was right behind yours. he held onto you tighter and you panted heavily into the covers. he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you. the condom protecting you both.

you relaxed against the covers, your hips dropped onto the mattress softly. you laid out and felt your head swimming from climax. the covers felt even softer now and your lovers hot breath in your ear felt louder. you laid out next to him for a moment. before he took you in his arms and softly kissed your face.

even though you were a little achy, your boyfriend took it upon himself to make sure that this kisses healed everything. you rested up in his arms, feeling pure comfort.

"do you need anything?" he asked.

you looked up at him then tapped your chin with a smile, "hmm, i don't know. i think some more kisses will do the trick." while the two of you got rough in the bedroom, yuki was the master of aftercare and made sure you wouldn't go without. <3

[thatsdemko]

who’s the worst of them all? someone tell Santa Claus! - f1 grid

part two | masterlist

warning: not intended for minors + some jokes + fluff/filler part

a/n: hi hi it’s me… I’ve had this written since early November and I’m excited to share!! enjoy!!

DEAR Y/N,

have you been a good girl this year? I heard you’re looking for your stocking stuffed, I think I have just the gift. meet me at midnight for your gift!

Xx

secret Santa

you can’t read this out loud, and most definitely not to the public who will view this video later. whoever was your secret Santa, must’ve heard the rumors of your dry spell. and how pitiful was if that it wasn’t even a rumor, it was the truth.

“oh it’s just a sweet handwritten note.” you chuckle quickly flashing the note to the camera before shoving it back inside the off white envelope.

the presenter presses for more information. she asks what the letter contains and who you think it’s from, and in all honesty, it could be coming from anyone.

all the boys handwriting was not legible. it was like getting a doctors script, it could mean anything, but it was clear this individual took their time to make it perfect.

“I’ll have to find out at the Christmas dinner tonight.” you flash a wink in hopes to cover the beet red look against your cheeks.

“well have fun!”

fun… this was about to be nowhere near fun when it came down to narrowing twenty something guys to be your secret Santa.

—

starting off with Pierre. in his bachelor days, he would’ve sent you something like this, but it was always harmless jokes and he would never take it this far. with kika around his arm, you could cross him off the list of embarrassing yourself in front of.

then there’s his best friend, Charles. he always had a wobbly relationship with women, and seeing he’s alone tonight you cross the room heading his way, “you don’t happen to be my secret Santa?” your hands delicately press against his shoulders, he turns around rather quickly at your touch instantly shaking his head, “no, no, I got Pierre this year. you still don’t know yours?”

shaking your head in response, you eye the room from where you stand. the bar had begun to fill with drivers and team members rather quickly. the air was colder now, but the heat from inside was welcoming to those dressed in bare minimum, like yourself. Charles hand against your lower back was like a radiator, the heat spread through your system faster than the log fire going on, “I’m sure you’ll find him.” Charles promises, “but for now, can I get you a drink?”

“please.”

—

the nights gone smoothly and so far you can cross off valterri, Logan, Kevin, and Nico. you’re questioning yuki, Daniel, Lewis, and lando due to their abilities to dodge the questions.

George outright told you it wasn’t him after hearing you’d spun yourself in circles to find anyone new to question. Logan had confessed to having brought up the idea, but refused to give any further information.

and then there was Carlos.

the man who’d been under your nose this whole evening. with his bow tie crooked, and the clock ticking closer to midnight, you meander your way over to where he stands.

“I’m not who you’re looking for, hermosa.”

“and who am I looking for exactly?”

his eyes flicker from the clock, the television highlighting the Real Madrid game, and back over to you, “I’d never send such a cryptic message.” he maneuvers his body to face yours, “I know how to ask for what I want.”

“and what is it that you want?” you press your body closer in to the smooth wood bar top. your mind is spinning, your heart is hammering it’s way out of your chest, and Carlos is inching closer.

“for you to leave me alone.”

“you’re no fun, sainz.” you pout your bottom lip out and spin on your heels to find your body pressed into lando’s.

“you find him yet?” landos cheeky grin makes him look like a Cheshire Cat. ever since he read the note he’d been eager to place the pin on the man and root for your dry spell to end.

for now, it’s ten minutes to midnight and the place was emptying. the alcohol buzzed around the room and the chatter begun to die, it’s ironic how it was a little bit like your heart: buzzing to find the guy, but ready to die at the sight of him.

“I’m sure it’s all just a prank and I’ll have Logan to blame for it.”

“miss,” the bartenders tap against your shoulder makes you spin away from landos chest, “this is for you.”

DEAR Y/N,

giving up? never thought of you as a quitter.

xx

yours

grinding your teeth together you press the napkin into your palm until the ink smudges. you’re no quitter, but if the man with no balls doesn’t show up soon, you’ll leave here ready to slam your car into someone else’s.

“I’m going to head out, you’ll be okay to walk out alone?”

lando’s worries snap your thoughts from the napkin that’s disintegrating into your hands. his touch is soft against your bare shoulder, making your body two degrees warmer than the room, “I’ll be fine, you go home and have a good Christmas.”

“you too, and if you don’t find him—“

“yes, I know, you’ll key his car.”

rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the Brit off into the cold, leaving you and the cleaning crew in silence.

you never noticed how trashed the bar was. in its glory days, you can tell the red thick carpet and white trim around the bar gave the place a holiday feel. and by the old pictures scattered around the walls, the formula one boys had a riot in this place. people from Michael Schumacher all the way down to young Fernando Alonso, the place seemed to always be the home of f1.

looking down at the disintegrated napkin in your hand, and quickly looking up at the clock, midnight had just struck. if he wasn’t here by 12:01 you were a goner. you hated people who wasted your time, you’d much rather be at home or maybe in lando’s warm McLaren buzzing from the alcohol and the warm leather seats.

turning on your heel, he’d just arrived. he’s shaking the snow off his bulky black jacket, shimmering out of the sleeves. a man comes and retrieves it from his grasp, and in typical fashion, he thanks him.

“you thought I wouldn’t come?”

“I hate when people are late.”

“good thing I’m not late then,” he says with a soft smile approaching where you stand at the bar, with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. he leans forward, inching his mouth over your ear, “I’m right on time.”

a/n: take your guesses on who you think it is!! the big reveal happens Christmas Day!

tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog @monzabee @lpab @frreyaa @motorsp0rt @lovelytsunoda @smoothopz z @jaehyunluvcult @iloveyou3000morgan @lunnnix @leclerc13 @goldenalbon

[averagef1fansblog]

My tierlist.

1. My GOAT is the reason I started watching F1.

2. I started to believe in Oscar Piastri's WDC potential. I see the vision of op81 fans and am right there with them.

3. Valtteri is such a cool guy; I have always liked him since his days at Williams, especially James, and this is Valtteri thing.

Esteban is such a nice guy that there is nothing to dislike, at least off track.

Yuki; My fellow of the same height, a person of colour, is coming to F1, and you think I am not supporting him? I am right there.

Guanyu fashion is 🤌🏽 - However, his driving skills are lacking, which is unfortunate.

I believed in the Charles WDC potential talks in 2019 and 2020; Ferrari has fucked him over numerous times, but Charles, when is your villain era coming? It should have happened in 2022. Both he and Ferrari fumbled.

4. I tolerate all of the people in this tier, and my opinion of them is largely based on their relationship with Lewis.

5. Lance Stroll, I used to root for you, my fellow Canadian, but some shady things he had done, such as pushing his trainer, made me dislike him.

Carlos is here because the Spanish media treats him as if he is on the same level as Charles, despite the fact that the talent gap is greater than most people realize. Anyone who is liked by the Spanish media, I am the polar opposite.

Daniel "It is all noise and distractions." PRicciardo, I am not moved by his bubble and smiley guy persona.

Alex "They race me too hard" or "it is just karma" (when discussing AD2021) Albon. Carlos will reveal your mediocrity in 2025, and Franco is already doing so.

Alonso, where do I start? First and foremost, his entire incident with Spanish gp blackface in 2007, which he chose to ignore when it was his countrymen doing it, and calling Lewis a clown for dressing however he wants. He is a talented driver, however, and there is a reason he has won 2x WDC.

6. Max has his own category solely for the AD2021 thing (i don’t blame him fuck masi), which I understand is a sport but I just do not like, as well as the whole defeding Nelson Piquet thing. I like his honesty in some things, like how he just says what he thinks, but Max, you will never have a fan in me, but I can respect you are a talented mf.

7. The British media, his fans, and even some members of Team LH believe he is all that. He threw away so many wins after Miami that they are dismissing it as nothing; imagine if Lewis, Max, or Charles were doing that. They would be crucified, but little Lando Norris cannot handle the pressure. This man reignited my haterism for sports; I had not hated anyone since 2022, when Real Madrid won the Champions League. If he wins a championship before Leclerc, with a car faster than anyone since Canada or Spain, I will not be moved. Took 6 seasons for him to finally win races.

- That is all. Franco would probably go in the “i like you” category because he is my fellow TeamLH guy.

[cure-papaya]

“When you think of those fantasies of Iroha…” He paused, unsure how to put this in the correct way. “Do you ever, uh, wonder if maybe you're… projecting a little?“

what it says on the tin (though it's just mayu and satoru hanging out and talking about iroha)

“Gosh just imagine Iroha's soft hands and gentle smile as she brings me into her embrace, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. It could be- No, it has to be love! I can see it now,” Mayu cooed as she ran a brush through Yuki's fur. The cat was out like a light after getting to play with a new toy that her owner had gotten her earlier that day. Which may have had a dash too much catnip in it.

“Mayu?” Satoru poked his head around to the girl who seemed so enthralled by her fantasy and was maybe brushing a little too fast.

It wasn't often the two of them spent time alone. Iroha often acted as the glue which kept the two of them from being more than just mere acquaintances. Aside from, of course, the other glaring reason which Satoru begrudgingly acknowledged. Mayu, perceptive as ever, had somehow been the only one to pick up on Satoru's feelings for his childhood friend. He had tried to make it as subtle as he possibly could and up until recently he was convinced he'd take the secret to his grave.

That was until Mayu entered the picture. He hadn't had any strong opinions when they had first met. She seemed shy and easily flustered around his crush yes, but he always figured that's how she was with any positive social interaction. The rush of dopamine making her brain short circuit. But this, this gave him a moment's pause.

“When you think of those fantasies of Iroha…” He paused, unsure how to put this in the correct way. “Do you ever, uh, wonder if maybe you're… projecting a little?“ Satoru's voice had trailed off to a whisper and at this point Mayu had stopped brushing altogether.

“I…”

“Augh, I'm sorry! Forget I said anything it was rude of me to speculate about that,”

“It's ok, It's ok! I just um-“ Mayu began to trip over her words as the two of them began to stumble through the conversation, anxiety reaching critical levels that caused Yuki to stir in her sleep.

“I mean I'm cool with that kind of thing if so.”

“Really? I just don't want you to think I'm any kind of competition! I know she only likes me as a friend. I don't want to bother her…” There was a pause after this as the two realized the deja vu that sentiment stirred in them.

Satoru felt it settle like a pit in his stomach the size of the mirror stone. How were they supposed to continue with what they were initially planning? Mayu's idea was to help him confess to Iroha but how could now when he knew how she felt?

“Mayu? Would you uh, want to try doing makeup on me?” Satoru asked. In all honesty he had doubts this would work at all but it seemed to at least bring her back to earth.

“Oh, Satoru you don't have to-”

“I want to! I- I mean I've always been curious to at least get my nails done. But it's not like something I've really thought about a lot or anything,” Satoru finished.

...

It didn't take long for Mayu to get to work after that and in her locked in trance it seemed she completely distract herself from the conversation before. Satoru silently thanked himself from remembering that little quirk of hers as she began to apply his blush. She went through the process in such a methodical and streamlined way Satoru could barely wrap his head around it. She seemed to do it so effortlessly and there was something in the back of his mind that wished it came to him to.

When Mayu had finally finished the sun had descended far enough to cast the entire room in a vibrant orange glow. As she slowly came out of her trance she seemed to have been taken aback as she moved a locke of hair out of her friend's face. Both were lucky the low light of the sunset hid each other's blush.

“Wow, I-” Satoru started. “Thank you for doing this Mayu, if anything I think Iroha would be missing out for not dating a girl like you.”

[wethotcrazy]

THOUGHTS ON YUKI DOING GREAT HOLDING P3 AND ENDING IN P7 ⁉️ (I’m so proud of him)

Brazil was crazy in all honesty, but despite all that i think yuki held his own and it was a phenomenal drive. holding p3 for that long and finishing in p7 is great. i am so beyond proud of him <333

[certifiedbi]

DR was never gonna get Checo’s seat at RB, despite whatever dots the DR3 girlies were conjuring 😭 I do think that the way this went about was wrong, and he deserved a much better goodbye then what he got but lets be honest - this was a long time coming. The deal was to outperform Yuki consistently, he didnt. End of story. Redbull has actually done so much worse to other drivers - and they’ve actually given DR so many chances to prove himself.

In all honesty? He didnt deserve to step in and replace Nyck mid-season last year, and they definitely should not have renewed him for this season either.

EXACTLY!!!!!!!!

And you've also got to remember how many times redbull have sidelined Lawson despite how talented he is. Including when they resigned DR after Lawson's stellar five race stint.

DR pissed away every good career opportunity he had, ran out of talent, and washed up. But his PR brainwashing has worked on the masses.

And I totally agree that redbull went about it the wrong way, but that's not Liam's fault and yet he's the one getting half the blame.

[respectthepetty]

An entire At 25:00, in Akasaka episode focused on Asami's backstory?

AND COLORS!

The third episode of the series gave me a heavy dose of a light x dark color dynamic between the two men.

I had seen glimpses of it before.

And in the sixth episode, I got a teeny bit more.

But the seventh episode came in like Miley Cyrus (aka a wrecking ball) and finally gave me a reason for the colors!

Asami is black (dark) because he is always hiding his true self behind layers since his mother traumatized him and people have shown they only like him for his looks.

But Yuki is light and bright with his white and blues because he is candid. He hides no part of himself or his feelings. He might not have friends (possibly due to his frankness), but he is an open book unlike Asami.

And that's why dark and tight-lipped Asami likes Yuki.

He brings a dash of color to his life with his refreshing honesty like telling Asami that it sucks he'll be a model instead of an actor.

But thank goodness Asami's friend helped him reconnect with Yuki in the present,

And helped him in the past realize he and Yuki were two sides of the same coin (look at those girls staring at Asami!)

So these two had a fighting chance to see they need the other person to balance themselves out.

Now bring me the show-within-a-show's sex scene!

[ecargmura]

A Terrified Teacher At Ghoul School Episode 10 Review - School Camp Exam

Last week was a mini-arc adaptation and now this week’s episode is also a mini-arc adaptation. I feel like they’re trying to get to the characters that had their voice actors revealed before the first half of the anime ends. What I mean is that there are two characters who hadn’t have a speaking role despite their voice actors being revealed with the first finally having a speaking role (Fuji) and the second will probably be introduced either next week or the week after.

This episode is mainly about Class 2-3 going on a school camp. However, the camp is also the students’ spookology class final exam for the semester. That’s why Hatanaka is there as he’s in charge of the course, so he’s like a proctor as well. I kind of like that the exam is essentially something relating to physical activity and that they have to solve an escape room-like situation with vague hints about the key. Not all students participate as some are asleep. Basically, the setup is that if the students that are awake can solve the mystery of who has the key to leave the building, the class passes; if they don’t, they have to be stuck doing remedial classes for the first half of summer break. However, it’s not an easy task as Hatanaka and Miki got the help of various Hyakki Academy alumni—this means that all the youkai the class encountered were all school alumni.

For this episode, one of the more obscure students gets his spotlight: Touya Fuji. He’s a guy is often seen wearing the girl’s uniform as he likes crossdressing. He’s a yuki-onna, but male (yuki-otoko is the Japanese term for the abominable snowman, apparently). While he looks beautiful, he’s a bit hot-tempered and can be foul-mouthed, but he’s a good kid. His ice powers are super handy. The anime actually omits this, but he dreams of opening up a drag queen bar and wants to recruit Miki. But yeah, Fuji is one of my favorite characters because he’s confident and sassy despite his demure appearance. He doesn’t get much screen time later on, but there’s actually one chapter I hope they’ll adapt which involves him and another obscure classmate—they have the cutest relationship ever.

Oh, by the way, Fuji’s voice actor is a rookie named Saku Hyuga. If you check his instagram page (which you can click here), you can see from his pictures that he’s a crossdresser like Fuji—a perfect match in a sense. I also really like Hyuga’s voice; it’s a perfect mix of gender ambiguous but still convincingly male. I feel like he has potential to be big if he manages to get good roles. He could easily be the new gen Shouta Aoi and Ayumu Murase in terms of voice that can cause gender confusion.

I also like the other segments of this episode like Haruaki gushing over the ghost girl that he can only see, the cute little HijiBeni moment, and Akira being a freak like he always is. Though, my favorite part was the part with Mame’s group and how they were trying to solve who the real Yanagida is; while they do solve the mystery, they still get kaboomed by his chemicals. No one ever wins when they’re with Yanagida. I also like that small detail of Haruaki having his own cell at the police station. Haha.

Speaking of police, another new character is introduced, Yamazaki, the police officer. While he did appear in Episode 3, this is where he has the most screen time. He’s a doppelgänger, meaning that he can transform to whoever he wants. It seems like an interesting ability to have as a cop. He’s voiced by Tomoaki Maeno, another prominent voice actor.

This was a fun episode in all honesty. I wonder what sort of storyline they’ll show next as most of the chapters in Yohaji are episodic unless they’re part of an arc. It’s surprising that we’re already at the double-digits in terms of episode count. I feel like they’ll introduce another prominent character next week just so they can finally have all of the announced voice actors appear in the first half, like I mentioned. I wonder if they’ll change the opening for the second half… What are your thoughts on this episode?

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 2 - Don't leave

The prompt for this was "I don't want to be alone"

When Satoru wakes up, it’s with a smile. For the first time in four years he wakes up feeling content and happy and finally settled again, because Suguru came back. Suguru came back to him and things finally feel right again.

That feeling of contentment, of rightness lasts for as long as Satoru needs to open his eyes, because when he does he is only met with the empty side of his bed and once his brain comprehends that sight, there’s a flash of pain so acute that it almost feels like being carved open again before everything goes numb.

Suguru is gone.

Satoru blinks.

The bed right next to him stays empty and Satoru can’t feel Suguru’s cursed energy anywhere in the vicinity. That might not mean much because Suguru got scarily good at repressing his own energy signature but when Satoru looks with his Six Eyes he finds that the apartment is empty, devoid of any other presence than his.

He feels as if he can’t move.

Suguru came back, guarded and cautious, clearly expecting Satoru to be angry with him or to send him away again when all Satoru had wanted was to pull him into his arms and never let go. And he thought he got that across, he thought they were on the same page about that after they talked, and then fought, and then talked some more before they made up and then made up and Satoru had thought–

Clearly he’d thought wrong.

He carefully reaches across the bed, his fingers trembling against the sheets and he lets out a small sob when the space next to him is cold.

Suguru must have left a while ago then.

Satoru buries his face in the pillow, childishly thinking that maybe it will turn out to be a bad dream if he simply falls back asleep again, but there’s a gaping hole in his chest and Satoru finds that breathing is a little bit hard.

Suguru left again. He left him again and Satoru doesn’t know if he can live through this again. The first time almost killed him, made him volatile and reckless in a way that had even Yaga worried and most of all it had hurt. 

Satoru had felt as if half of his body had been missing, and to think that he’ll have to go through that again–

He chokes on his next breath. 

The tears that come out next feel hot on his skin and Satoru presses harder into the pillow, not caring if he’s going to suffocate himself like this. Nothing matters anymore, not if Suguru is gone again.

All these years, Satoru had known—generally speaking—where Suguru is; Yuki didn’t make much of a secret out of the fact that she had help now but Suguru stayed elusive, always out of sight, always out of reach for Satoru and in that regard Yuki had been no help.

She had told him to respect Suguru’s decisions, clearly not understanding how Suguru’s absence—and his continued avoidance of Satoru—had carved him wide open, bared all his sensitive bits to the world and then crushed them.

Satoru has tried for four years to get Suguru to come to him again, to show himself, if even just once, so when Suguru showed up in front of his apartment like this—Satoru had hoped.

He had hoped and clearly he had been foolish to do so because Suguru left without a word, seemingly without a care in the world, yet again and it’s just too much.

It’s all just too much.

Satoru wonders if this time hurts more than the first, but it’s as if he’s comparing bombs that were specifically designed to deal the most devastating damage to him personally. Both times wreak havoc within him except that this time he’s already scarred twice over. He’s not sure there’s still something left that even can heal from this, and in all honesty he’s not sure if he even wants to.

What’s the use in living in a world where Suguru is not by his side, where he made it so abundantly clear that he doesn’t want to be anywhere near Satoru. He even took the time to drive that point home twice and Satoru finds himself thinking that this time it might have done the trick.

He doesn’t want to try again; he tried so hard for four years and then even harder the last eight hours and what use had it all been? Suguru walked out of his life again as if Satoru doesn’t mean anything to him, as if they don’t mean anything and maybe it’s time that Satoru finally takes the goddamn hint.

A harsh coldness spreads through him, so unlike anything he has known before and Satoru lets it fill him whole.

It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters if Suguru is not by his side, Satoru has learned these last four years and the thought that he has to live the rest of his life like that makes him feel sick to his stomach.

The thought that Suguru chooses this, again, makes new tears well up in his eyes.

For a few short, blissful hours Satoru had hoped. Suguru had come to him, decided to talk to him, to fight with him, to make up with him; surely it must mean something, Satoru had thought.

But to have all of that thrown in his face like this—Satoru bites back another sob and forces himself to sit up.

There are things he has to do, he knows; Yaga is probably already calling him, because there is a mission he was supposed to go on today but once Satoru is sitting at the edge of his bed, he can’t find it in him to move again.

Surely he can have one day. One day to wallow in his misery, to let this pain fill him whole before the world will demand of him to bottle it all up again.

Satoru doesn’t want to be alone, never has been, but it seems as if everyone around him made that decision for him yet again.

He doesn’t know how much time he loses like this, shivering at the edge of his bed in nothing but his sleep clothes but it’s not as if he cares. The cold is one of the very few things that can touch him, even through his infinity, and a small part of Satoru wonders if it’s possible to die like this.

Maybe he’d like to try.

A shiver wrecks his body when Satoru hears something that sounds like his front door, but it can’t be, he knows that. Shoko doesn’t bother him here and Yaga would never step foot into his apartment, so it has to be a hallucination.

Hopefully the cold is getting to him faster than even Satoru thought.

Soft murmuring reaches his ears, which doesn’t fit with the people Satoru would expect to come to drag him out of his apartment, so he tries not to pay it any more mind. At least until he hears Suguru’s voice call out his name.

“Satoru?”

The tremor that starts in his hands at that have nothing to do with the cold; Satoru didn’t think his own mind could be so cruel as to conjure up this form of torture, but clearly he doesn’t know himself as well as he thought.

“Satoru, have you not gotten up yet? Seriously?” he hears Suguru’s voice go on, and after some brief muttered words that Satoru can’t make out he hears footsteps.

Footsteps that approach the bedroom.

It can’t be, Satoru reminds himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the opposite side of the room, because Suguru left. Suguru left him. He wouldn’t come back, not once he made up his mind, Satoru knows that out of his own bitter experience.

Satoru presses his fists to his eyes, wills these images and sounds to go away, but he only accomplishes to make stars burst behind his eyes. Everything else stays the same.

“Satoru?” Suguru asks just as the bedroom door opens and by now Satoru is shaking all over.

He didn’t hallucinate like this the first time around; maybe the second time is worse after all, in terms of how it fucks him up. Maybe he’ll need to invent an entire new scale to measure the pain he’s feeling.

“What’s wrong?” Suguru’s voice rushes out and then there are hands on his, warm hands, familiar hands and Satoru bursts into tears again.

“I don’t want to be alone,” he sobs out, still not daring to take his hands off his own face, even though he knows those are Suguru’s hands on his, because what if he’s just here to drive the point home once more?

What if he’s just here to laugh at Satoru and all of his stupid, hurt feelings?

“You’re not alone, I’m right here,” Suguru whispers, pulling Satoru into a hug and Satoru is helpless against it.

He falls into it. At least physically.

“You’re not. You left. You left me again, and I’m not—I’m not the strongest when it comes to that,” he gets out, words broken up by his sobs and Suguru only holds him tighter.

“I didn’t leave, I’m right here, aren’t I?” Suguru reminds him but it doesn’t matter.

Suguru left him without a word and Satoru can’t trust it.

“You’re always going to leave, aren’t you?” he quietly says once his sobs have died down because he needs to get used to this, he knows.

Suguru will always leave and Satoru will always have to pick up the pieces again.

“You really didn’t leave the bedroom, did you?” Suguru asks, and pushes Satoru slightly away.

Satoru is too numb to even panic over that anymore, but when Suguru’s gaze finds his, his heart gives a painful, shuddery thud in his chest.

“You weren’t there.”

“I made you breakfast. I left you a note. I left you my phone number, so you’d know I’d come back,” Suguru gently tells him but Satoru shakes his head.

“You’re lying. You don’t care. You left.”

“Oh, Satoru,” Suguru breathes out, his voice unbearably sad even as he leans forward to brush kisses over Satoru’s eyes, taking care to kiss the tears still clinging to his lashes right off them. “I’m right here. I told you I would be. I said I’m not leaving again, don’t you remember?”

“What does it matter when you still do it?”

“Alright, enough,” Suguru suddenly sternly says, framing Satoru’s face with his hands. “I’m here. Satoru, I’m here. I promise on my life that I’m here.” He suddenly tugs Satoru up and he’s there to catch Satoru when he stumbles over his legs. “Let me show you,” Suguru whispers into Satoru’s hair as he holds him upright and he doesn’t wait for Satoru’s answer before he steers him into the kitchen.

True to his word a bento is right there on the counter, a note attached to it. Suguru takes the note and hands it to Satoru.

“Read it,” he instructs him and Satoru’s eyes fall down to do just that.

I have to go and pick someone up, but I will be back at ten, at the very latest. Please eat something and in case you get bored, here’s my phone number. A string of numbers is scribbled underneath that but it’s the next words that make the breath catch in Satoru’s throat. I love you. I’ll be home soon.

“I should have known something is wrong when you didn’t bombard me with messages,” Suguru mutters as he kisses the top of Satoru’s head.

“You love me,” Satoru mutters, his eyes tracing over those words over and over again.

“I do. You know that. We already said it yesterday,” Suguru gives back, but despite his words he pulls Satoru closer to himself.

“This is—home now?” Satoru asks next, his voice almost failing him over the word but he feels Suguru nod.

“We’ll need to see about this apartment, because there’s something I haven’t told you yet, but home is with you. I promise.”

Satoru tenses at his words.

“Something you haven’t told me yet,” he repeats, fear clawing up his throat again. “What is it?” he still forces himself to ask and Suguru taps the note.

“I told you, I went to pick someone up. Are you ready to meet them?”

Satoru opens his mouth because he doesn’t know, isn’t sure about this, but he doesn’t get a chance to actually say anything when two girls suddenly step into the kitchen.

“Geto-sama, we’re cold,” the blond one complaints, her eyes fixed on Satoru despite the way she addresses Suguru.

“Who is that?” the other girl asks, voice much softer than her sisters and Satoru turns to look at Suguru.

“Nanako, Mimiko, this is Gojo Satoru,” he introduces him. “Satoru, those are my daughters.”

“Your—daughters,” Satoru repeats, unable to wrap his mind around what is currently happening.

“Remember the village? My last mission?” Suguru lowly asks and Satoru nods.

How could he ever forget the day that Suguru left him? The people who had originally called for help came back with a complaint to the school, shouting something about the devil himself and how he took two kids away from them.

Satoru had thought they were delusional, but maybe he should have listened more.

“I rescued them, I took them in. They are mine, now,” Suguru goes on, his voice just as low as before and Satoru shivers with it. “It’s up to you what you do with that.”

He says it without reservation, placing their future squarely in Satoru’s hands, as if there is any universe out there where Satoru would send them away again.

“Is this the guy you won’t shut up about?” Nanako asks, even as both Mimiko and Suguru make an embarrassed noise.

“Nanako, that’s rude,” Suguru chides her, a light blush dusting his cheeks but Nanako only puffs up her cheeks.

She can’t be older than eight, and Satoru finds himself thinking that he might want to squish her cheeks.

“But he’s the guy you still have as your background picture, right?” Mimiko chimes in and with every second that Suguru turns a darker red, Satoru finds his footing again.

Suguru always intended to come back to him. Suguru decided to introduce his daughters to him. He loves him and he called this their home. Surely, it must all mean something and for once, Satoru decides to trust it.

Decides to trust in Suguru.

“What picture does he use?” Satoru asks walking up to the girls and crouching down in front of them. “Can you tell me?”

“I can do you one better,” Nanako decisively says as she gets her own phone out. “I made a picture.”

“Oh, I do like you,” Satoru decides, ignoring Suguru’s spluttering behind him for now.

He needs to bond with his new daughters.

“Here you go,” Nanako says after a moment, shoving her phone in Satoru’s face so that he has to crane his head back.

He has never seen the picture that stares back at him, possibly because he’s asleep in it. He’s in Suguru’s bed, that much he can tell, and Suguru must have snapped it before he woke him up.

It softens something inside of Satoru to see it.

Satoru turns back around to Suguru who seems embarrassed beyond belief but Satoru only smiles at him.

“I love you, too,” he says and instantly Suguru relaxes.

“So this is—okay, then?” Suguru asks and he seems unsure all of a sudden, as if Satoru would send him away, simply because he comes with two daughters now.

“We’re lucky this apartment is waaaay too big for me alone,” Satoru says, turning back around to the girls instead of gracing Suguru with an answer. “You wanna see the rooms to decide on which to pick?”

“We’re sleeping together,” Mimiko instantly says and Satoru nods, taking it in stride. Though the way she clings to her sister probably comes with a story, and Satoru is not sure he’s going to like it.

But that is for later.

“Sure. One bedroom, one playroom? We can do that,” he says and gets up, holding out his hands for the girls to take.

They both peer around him to look to Suguru first, and he must nod, because soon after two tiny hands slide in Satoru’s.

He leads them to the first empty room he has—technically it’s an office, but it’s not as if he’s ever using it—and the girls rush inside the room to look at every nook and cranny.

Satoru doesn’t startle when Suguru steps up behind him because for once he knew that he would follow them, and when Suguru slings an arm around his middle he leans back into Suguru’s chest.

“Is this okay?” Suguru asks again and Satoru tips his head back until he can nose at Suguru’s cheek.

“Our home, right?” Satoru asks and feels Suguru nod. “Our family.”

He feels Suguru shudder against him at that and happily leans into it when Suguru kisses him.

“As long as you’re here with me, I’m okay with everything,” Satoru finally says and threads his fingers together with Suguru’s.

Satoru knows that it won’t be quite that easy; he has no idea how to raise two daughters and he’s more than certain that he’ll freak out every time Suguru leaves his sight for the foreseeable future, but he has his number in his phone, Suguru’s hand in his own, and his heart as well.

Maybe it will be enough.

“I love you. I’m here,” Suguru whispers again, pressing the words into his skin and Satoru sighs.

That will help as well.

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The Embrace of a Weeping Willow

Prologue: Part 4

Warning for talks of religion.

Feedback is appreciated!

Kinjo had slowed down to match Yuki’s speed a while ago. It was quite delightful, in all honesty– Yuki didn’t know if it was because he was tired or if he was just being kind, but either way, it was nice. “Kinjo,” he spoke in a curious yet quiet voice, similar to the one he had been using the entire time– just lacking the nervousness now. “What’d you think of those last two? The siblings. They weren’t like each other at all…”

“They didn’t share a last name.” Came the near immediate answer, “Nor do they look similar. Maybe they’re half siblings, maybe one is adopted– it was curious nonetheless.”

The ginger fidgeted with the sleeves of his brown jacket and let his eyelids droop. “You’re right… I didn’t really pay attention to it. Kisaragi was really energetic– so much so that I got overwhelmed, I guess? I’m not sure how you were able to handle it, haha…!”

Kinjo shrugged his shoulders and peered at the other from the corner of his eye. His red eyes, a crimson that could be compared to rubies or blood, were now soft. Kind of like rose petals… Yeesh, how long had he been asleep in that garden? Plants were getting to his head now.

“I’m used to loud people. Criminals,” The word had his glare turn fierce for a moment, with his upper lip curling into a sneer alongside it, “are loud. They think that if they talk a lot of nonsense, and that if they’re the loudest person in the room, then we’ll give up and let them go. That I’ll give up.”

His leather gloves tightened as he curled his fingers into fists. The gentleness had vanished, replaced with pure and utter hatred. “There is a reason,” he spat in a venomous voice, his snake-like fangs bared, “that I am an ultimate.”

Yuki was scared– he was scared. Sure, he’d only known Kinjo for a bit– an hour at most– but he hadn’t quite seen this intense hatred from him before; the most he had heard was a gruff voice. “Kinjo–” he squeaked as he stopped walking, now digging his nails into the fabric of his own jacket, “... please calm down…!”

He did not dare touch the other. Not when he knew the other had a weapon, as well as more muscle than he did. He did not dare say anything more to the cop’s rambling, afraid to speak his mind about how scary it was. Thankfully, Kinjo listened to his plea and took a few deep breaths in. In the moment where the police officer had his eyes closed, Yuki tried to focus on anything he could– and found himself examining the features of the other’s face.

His jaw was tight and square, his lower lip had a cut on it, and the bridge of his nose was a bit crooked– likely from being broken, if Yuki had to guess. But he didn’t look bad, far from it, even. Kinjo was, admittedly, a handsome man.

“Kurokawa,” Kinjo spoke once more, moving back to the conversation about the siblings, “was a bit taller than her brother. I don’t know if she was wearing heels, but she appeared to be about two-three centimeters taller; and that’s for if I had to guess.”

Yuki perked up at the observation, accidentally meeting Kinjo’s half-opened eyes in the process. “You could really tell that much? I didn’t even notice that. That’s impressive!”

The officer tore his ruby eyes from staring at the ginger. “I’ve been trained. If, on the rare occasion, a criminal manages to get away in a chase, I need to be able to guess their approximate height and weight so we can put out a message asking citizens to be on the lookout.”

He moved to reach for something on his belt, but pulled his hand away when the area he tapped at had nothing attached. “It’s rare for me to need to do such a thing, because I typically have access to my car– so I can catch them in time. But when I’m chasing on foot, there are sometimes people faster than myself. And I don’t have the paintballs at hand to stain them with, like we would a car.”

Yuki would have to ask about the paintball thing later. Currently, he was just fascinated with all the knowledge Kinjo had in regards to his job– the most Yuki knew about his own was making coffee. They never had him do much else.

Again, there was talking nearby. It was even more energetic than Maki and Taira’s conversation; One voice was loud and chirpy, like a bird, another was heavily accented and full of life, and a third was smooth yet outspoken.

“Satsuki is SO EXCITED TO BE AT HOPE'S PEAK!!” Exclaimed the chirpy one. When Yuki peered the corner briefly, he saw a flash of white gloves and blue hair. “SHE’S GONNA BECOME THE BESTEST CLOWN EVER!!! OF ALL TIME!!!”

“YA NEARLY HIT ME IN THA HEAD WITH A PLATE!” shouted the accented voice in retort. It was soon followed by a squeal of terror, and then the sound of a plate hitting the wall.

“OOPSIES!!” giggled the bird, “That was an accident! Satsuki wanted to show that she wouldn’t do it again!”

The outspoken voice was just snorting and laughing. Oh, god, not again… Yuki wouldn’t be able to handle even more energy…

“Looks like there’s more.” Kinjo said, pointing out the obvious. Withouting waiting for the lucky student, he stepped forward and moved into sight of the newest discoveries. When Yuki followed, his gaze fell upon a pink and blue clown, a man wearing an aviator hat with goggles, and a man with a rather ugly hairstyle.

The two bickering, who had been the clown and the green-haired man, both fell silent as their star-filled gazes fell onto the new duo. The third, the man with the aviator hat, cracked a slow and crooked grin and waved. “Yo!”

“Um…” Yuki spoke first this time, much to Kinjo’s surprise. “Yo..?”

The aviator marched forward and grabbed Yuki’s hand forcefully. He was beginning to get tired of that… “You gotta say it with more energy! YO!”

Before Yuki could speak, however, the golden-blonde paused, looked down, and let go of the ginger’s hand. “Dude. Your hands are soft.”

The clown gasped and flung her arms up into the air after the announcement was made. “SATSUKI WANTS TO FEEL THEM, TOO!!”

“Excuse me.” Kinjo finally said as he moved an arm to push Yuki a few steps back. “I am Officer Kinjo Tsurugi, from the Ishikawa Prefecture Police Force. I am also… The ultimate Police officer. Who are you three?”

The lucky student was, for once, glad that Kinjo had a commanding voice. It forced the attention away from his hands. They weren’t soft– that was dumb. And made him feel insecure.

“Satsuki’s the ultimate clown! Iranami Satsuki!~” She made a ‘V’ with her fingers and stuck them out. If it were possible, there probably would’ve been sparkles and stars shining around her. She was that bright. “And Torimart is a merchant! And Kobazing is a pilot!”

“‘Torimart…?’” Yuki mumbled with squinted eyes, “‘Kobazing…?’” What kind of names were those…?

The Aviator cleared his throat and stared at Kinjo with sparkling eyes– They weren’t shining in a way similar to Iranami’s. Moreso, they were the eyes of a troublemaker. “Ultimate Pilot; Kobashikawa Haruhiko, it’s nice to meet you!” 

The name sparked a bit of recognition in the ginger’s mind. Something about a plane test flight…? He couldn’t remember all of the details, and seemingly, neither could Kinjo. 

“As for you?” The officer’s gaze turned onto the last one– the strangest looking of the bunch. 

“Mah name’s Otori Teruya! Tha ultima’e merchant! ‘S a pleasure tah meetcha!” His accent made some words sound strange, but they were still comprehensible. Somewhat. But what was his dialect…?

Kinjo’s jaw was tight as he examined the rowdy bunch. Unlike with the siblings, Yuki could easily tell their heights. Well, not guess them– but he could see who was taller and who was shorter. Kobashikawa was the tallest of the trio, whilst Otori was the shortest.

Oh. As he was thinking, Otori’s name clicked. “Oh–! As in Otorimart, right? I mean, with the name and your talent…”

Iranami butted in here, waving her extended hands away as she beeped. When the beeping ended, she spoke… somewhat properly. “BING BONG!! DING DING DING!!”

Otori smacked his hand over her mouth and shushed her with his cheeks slightly puffed out. Then, he turned back to Yuki. “Yeah! Ahm the ‘eir for it! Mah pops taught me e’erything i needa know! I know how tah work tha register, how tha layout of products can affect sales, how–”

“Good to know.” Kinjo interrupted, his upper lip tugged into a half snarl of frustration. Maybe he didn’t like being stuck in one place for too long? Yuki didn’t, either. And he had seen pictures of Hope’s peak’s layout, which didn’t match that of this building’s… but they’d probably find their way out.

“Maeda, my companion,” the officer continued as he gestured towards the ginger, “is the ultimate lucky student; full name Maeda Yuki.”

“Soft hands guy!” Iranami cheered like a child. “Mae-mae! Hmmm…. Mae-yu?” 

“Do you three know anything about this place?” the officer pressed on, ignoring the childish squeal from the clown as she took off one of her gloves and grappled Yuki’s hands. “Have you seen anyone else, or have you heard anything suspicious?”

“Uhh..” The pilot brought his hand up to pinch his chin, with his lower lip stuck out in thought. “Well, a bit ago, we saw a chick with pink hair, and one with black hair. Uhhh… the black-haired one was shorter and faster. The pink-haired one was whining.”

Internally, Yuki cringed at the usage of the word “chick.” On the outside, he was focused on trying to wriggle his hands away from Iranami.

“I see. Those two are likely to be Tomori and Hatano,” Kinjo said, his jaw still tight, “Hatano is the one with black hair, full name Hatano Ayame. Tomori, full name Tomori Kizuna, is the one with pink hair.”

“Ah!” Otori slammed his fist against his open palm. “Tha’s good ta know! Ah think ah heard abou’ em before! Maybe on tha news? Or from listenin’ in on a customer? Or maybe ah jus’ remembered more from tha roster than ah remember!”

Finally chipping in, and finally having freed his hands from the clown’s grasp, Yuki’s voice was soft. Maybe even timid. “Hatano’s the ultimate sprinter, and, er… Tomori’s the ultimate cheerleader.”

Kobashikawa gave him a weird look. And then, like he forgot conversational etiquette, he spoke. “Dude, you need to speak louder. Man up!”

If it were possible, Kinjo’s jaw probably would’ve tightened more. It didn’t, though. Instead, he brought his hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maeda’s manner of speaking is fine. I can hear him well enough, and you should be able to, as well.”

“Yeaaah! What Copman said!” Iranami began to chew Kobashikawa out playfully, much to both his and Yuki’s dismay. Otori was laughing, though.

Kinjo’s ruby gaze flitted between each member of the trio, resting on each of them with a bit more suspicion than before. Then he closed his eyes and forced his jaw to relax. “I will be taking my leave, now that I know who you are. Perhaps I’ll come back to… converse later. But I need to continue my investigation. Maeda, you may accompany me if you wish, as you’ve shown you’re not much of a risk to have at any crime scene.”

Yuki nodded at his words and began shuffling to follow him. Anything to get away from people who seemed to comment on every little thing about him with no remorse– they didn’t seem malicious, just dumb. “Um… I’ll talk to you three later, maybe!”

–

They had been walking for quite a while again. Of course, there were short breaks caught in between, where Kinjo pulled a flask from his belt and offered some water to Yuki. The container used silver for the metal, albeit darker, and was wrapped with leather to provide a tighter grip. In a somewhat smeared sharpie atop the brown leather were Kinjo’s initials, alongside his phone number for returning. It was… smart, but couldn’t he just buy another flask if this one got lost? And then he noticed a different ink color below the smeared sharpie– purple and just barely even there. It looked like the only reason it was remaining was because it had stained. He could only make out one part of what the purple ink said, and it was an “S” written in messy kanji.

He opened his mouth to ask about it, but no words came out as he thought better. Perhaps this was a family heirloom, that’d make sense why there was smudged ink of a different color. It’d be rude to ask if it was, wouldn’t it…? Ah, he wasn’t sure.

“Maeda. What have you thought of everyone we’ve met so far?” The question felt like it’d be a save point used in video games. It was loaded, but Kinjo’s voice didn’t sound like it had when he was interrogating everyone else. Perhaps a genuine question?

“Well, um… Tomori made me uncomfortable. I didn’t really like how she gave me a nickname right away. But Hatano seemed nice. I liked how calm she was.” He was listing his thoughts in order of who had appeared, albeit completely unintentional. “Inori was nice as well, and I’d like to get to know her more. Yamaguchi seems like a gentle giant, so I’m hoping we can be friends.”

HIs timid nature seemed to fade away as he got more comfortable talking to Kinjo. All the cop did was “hm” and nod along to each word, with the rare “i see” caught in between.

“I didn’t know what to make of Maki. She seems decent enough, but her outfit choices could be better. Then again, I don’t know what I’d expect a sniper to wear around in her free time. Oh, and Taira was fun to talk to! She seems motherly, kind of? I know we didn’t get to talk much,” He was forced to take a deep breath as he went on, “but she seemed motherly. Maybe I was misreading her, though. I hope I can talk to her more soon.”

“And then there’s the siblings! Kurokawa seems like she’s probably smart, but I really wish she would speak louder. I had to strain to hear her. But maybe being quiet is why she was able to hear things her brother couldn’t? Speaking of, I felt bad for Kisaragi when you were chewing him out. But he should also know better than to say things like what he did. He had an interesting appearance, though. Not to say he looked bad! Just… He was clean shaven on his face, but there was hair on his arms. You don’t really see that often.”

His throat had begun to get sore from all the talking, so he took another swig of the water from Kinjo’s flask. It tasted… pointy. It was cold, pointy, and refreshing. But you could also kind of taste the metal. 

“And for those last three. They all seemed socially dumb. Iranami was loud, to the point it hurt my ears, and she grabbed my hands without asking. I didn’t like it much. Kobashikawa did the same, which is kind of why she did it. And I didn’t really like the comments he made about me needing to say things louder or with more force. I guess he was probably trying to help, but it just made me self conscious.  Otori seemed decent, but his accent… er… dialect? Made him hard to understand at points. I couldn’t tell where the accent was from, either. At first, I thought it was Australian, but then it became American, and then it became Scottish… It was strange. Oh, and they didn’t ask how you knew they were ultimates. That was also strange.”

“Mmmhmmm…” Whilst Yuki was distracted with his rambling, Kinjo’s fingers had nimbly worked to remove the flask from his grasp. And then he hesitantly took a swig himself, allowing his lips to meet where the lucky student’s had been a heartbeat before.

“Sorry, I was rambling. I’m done now, though.” the ginger finally said as he brought one hand up to massage his own throat. He’d probably need a throat sweet later.

The officer attached his flask to his belt again before casting a curious glance towards Yuki. He hadn’t mentioned his first opinions on the cop, so Kinjo was rather intrigued on what the answer to that possible question may be. But he wouldn’t force the lucky student into telling him if he was scary or not.

He had slowed his pace to match the ginger’s so they could exchange words better. He began to explain small things about his job, such as the usage of paintballs, as well as how his taser worked. He didn’t take out the weapon to show, obviously, as there was no point to send the electrically charged wires out. It’d be a bit of a waste, actually.

Since Kinjo had allowed Yuki to yap on about his opinions on others, he allowed him to talk about his job. It was only fair, after all. At one point, he could’ve sworn he heard Kinjo say “it’s an eye for an eye,” but when he had looked over, the other’s face bore no sign of aggression or bitterness. Maybe he had been hearing things.

Each bit of new information made the lucky student’s head spin. It was great to learn more sometimes, but it was becoming overwhelming. So he took on Kinjo’s earlier method of humming and nodding to each sentence.

As Kinjo rambled on, Yuki found himself focusing on two new voices. Two more people. Kinjo hadn’t noticed yet, much to the ginger’s bafflement and delight, so he grabbed the other’s arm and waited for him to falter before quietly pointing out the voices.

“The book says to love others as you love yourself, does it not, Uehara?” Spoke a brash yet feminine voice. What book was she speaking of? “That line about loving your neighbor as you love yourself… It’s been preached to me more often than I care to count.”

An androgynous and monotone voice spoke next. “Yes. I am quite familiar with those verses. It’s used multiple times in the bible, with somewhat different wording each time. It can be seen in the books of Leviticus, Mark, and Matthew. If you wish, I can give you the exact spots in which they can be found.”

Oh. It was about religion. That… wasn’t very common. As Yuki held Kinjo back by his arm, fascinated by the conversation, he noticed another small detail– there was a bit of an Italian accent to the androgynous voice. 

The person with the brash voice must’ve gestured for the androgynous one to continue, or something, as they continued on. “Leviticus 19:18, Mark 12:28-34, Matthew 22:39. Back onto the original conversation of how religion can harm people, despite that quote being used so often… Hm. Anything can be used as an excuse to harm. I have always tried to avoid causing damage to anyone inside and outside of my beliefs, but I’m sure I have made mistakes here and there.”

“The issue comes,” ‘Uehara’ continued, “when words are taken from the lord’s mouth and twisted in such vile ways as to cause harm. It is blasphemous.”

“Yes,” mused the feminine voice, “I can see why it is blasphemous. I’ve read parts of the book throughout my life. And I will only ever see it as a book. But I remember parts about love and respect, the whole flowery and happy-go-lucky bunch. And there are parts I remember that conflict with more venomous parts, and yet the conflicting verses are often forgotten in favor of the poison. I’ve had my fair share of religious students, and quite a few have told me horrendous things that they’ve gotten from that book of theirs. It’s–”

Kinjo grunted impatiently and wriggled free of Yuki’s grasp. It wasn’t hard, considering the lack of muscle on the ginger. His grunting was loud enough to end the conversation between the two new voices, much to Yuki’s disappointment, but Kinjo didn’t seem to care; seeing as he marched forward to interrupt further.

After a bit, the lucky student followed.

There were two people, as expected. One had long and curly orange hair, as well as golden eyes. At least, Yuki thought they were golden– they looked orange at some angles. Maybe they were amber…? The other had white hair and sapphire eyes. Their white hair reached the bottom of their neck, but went no further. 

“Oh.” Said the one with white hair– they were the one with the androgynous voice. Their appearance fit the earlier conversation about religion; A white undershirt, a black suit jacket, plain black pants, and plain black shoes. Rested above their chest was a cross, attached to the thin metal of a necklace, and it was matched by the white scarf they wore… which. Also had crosses. Lotta crosses. In their hand, they held a bible at their side. 

The ginger crossed her arms over her chest. She wore glasses, unlike every other person they had met, as well as a blue suit. Er, was suit the right term? It used a skirt instead of pants, after all. Either way, it did look like a suit aside from that. Her shoes were red mary-janes, a rather common shoe type, but they still gave her a professional look. She looked smart.

“Kinjo Tsurugi, officer from the Ishikawa Prefecture Police Force.” Yuki’s companion said sharply, continuing the same old pattern of flashing his badge. Surely he must be getting tired of it. “My companion is Maeda Yuki. Who are you two?”

The ginger flicked her hair with her wrist, sending each strand up into the air gracefully, before she smiled smugly. “Oh, I’m familiar with you both– I read the roster. Ultimate policeman and ultimate lucky student. A madman's talent and an incompetent’s talent.”

Already, Yuki wasn’t a fan of her.

“Well, I suppose I’ll return the favor of introduction.” She laughed into her hand, which had moved to her mouth, and stared at them with an expression that made Yuki feel insecure. “Mekaru Rei, the ultimate professor. Don’t disappoint.”

She didn’t introduce her companion, which allowed them to speak for themselves. “I am Uehara Kinji, the ultimate priest– please forgive me if I mess up on the pronunciation of words, I am not quite used to speaking Japanese again.”

Uehara Kinji… Well, Kinji was a masculine name, so that must mean Uehara was a man? Right? Just in case, he waited for further clarification.

“Priestboy and I,” Mekaru said, confirming Maeda’s beliefs, “were having a rather nice conversation, Officer. I’d appreciate it if you let us get back to it.”

The way she said the officer sounded as though she was mocking Kinjo, and the bluenette seemed to pick up on this, too. Blessing Mekaru, however, there was a loud beeping followed by a strange voice.

“Is this thing working finally? Sorry. Please make your way to the dining hall! There should be maps appearing nearby. There will be food prepared for you, students of class 79!”

The group exchanged wary glances with each other before Kinjo made the first move. There was suspicion on his face again, more intense than when he had been interrogating everyone, and it seemed as though it wouldn’t be fading anytime soon. Yuki could only sprint to follow.

—

The dining room, as promised, bore food. There were rice balls, different types of sushi, some soup, pot stickers, and even some dumplings. Yuki’d never admit it if asked, but he was tempted to hog all of the pot stickers to himself. Sadly, Maki showed up before he could do that and snagged a few for herself. He settled for just taking 5. 

He found a seat next to Taira, where they conversed a bit further. Apparently, she had run into Inori and Yamaguchi, as well as Hatano and Tomori. She had split up with Maki after meeting with Hatano and Tomori, as Maki wanted to spend more time talking with the cheerleader. So she and Hatano had ended up finding their ways to the dining room together, and agreed to train together whenever they had the chance. Yuki was a bit surprised to find out Taira was athletic, but… he supposed it wasn’t that shocking, considering she must need some kind of strength for her job.

“Goodness, it’s rather nice to not have to prepare food for once… Getting fed and not having to do anything for it? It feels like a dream…” As if to accentuate this, she brought a dumpling to her mouth and allowed her entire expression to melt from the taste alone. Yuki could do nothing but giggle.

Around him, many different people were conversing with each other. Higa and Kobashikawa were talking about sports, Kurokawa was quietly eating her food as Otori and Kisaragi bonded over their jobs as family heirs, and Kinjo was talking to Yamaguchi about a recent case.

It was nice.

Of course, all nice things must be interrupted. You can never be happy for too long. Everyone must experience misery at some point.

Kurokawa seemed suddenly alert and was now tugging at one of the strap’s on her brother’s overalls, who went quiet. Then he said something to Otori, who also quieted down. Bit by bit, one end of the table went completely quiet, allowing for some purring to echo throughout the air. And then a cat jumped onto the table.

It was a little black-and-white kitty, whom looked to be wearing a little bowtie. It had golden eyes… er, actually, one singular golden eye. The other was red and infected from a scar.

“Pardon me.” The cat seemed to say. Even when Yuki did a double take, it still seemed to be speaking. “I am very sorry for interrupting your meal and bonding time.”

Next to him, he could hear Taira whispering. “Is… is that cat speaking…?”

Thank god it wasn’t just him who was hearing things. The cat made sure to avoid each bit of food as it trotted to the center of the table, just so It could be heard better by each side. “I am mono-meow. I will be your host during this game.”

Kinjo’s dominant hand had moved to his belt. Yuki could only hope he wasn’t as cruel as to shoot an animal.

“Game?” Iranami chirped, grains of rice caught around her mouth. “Satsuki likes games! What kind of game?”

The cat’s movements were robotic as it turned its head to stare at her. After letting silence hang in the air, longer than Yuki felt comfortable with, its mouth moved again.

“A killing game.”

–PROLOGUE: END—

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End notes: This is what Monomeow looks like link

also i am not religious, i just researched religion and talked to a religious friend for Kinji and Rei's conversation.

[a-chinese-doll]

A Comedy of Misplaced Affection

CHAPTER 6: The Last Lesson

"I don't want to leave you alone... with her," you whisper in his ear.

Choso smiles at you with amusement, his hand gently ruffling your hair. "There's nothing to worry about," he replies, his honesty evident in the softness of his voice.

Your lips curve into a pout, bottom lip jutting out in a silent protest, but you know there's not much you can do about it. Tengen has decided that the three of you would take turns on night watch, from 9 p.m. to 6 a.m., three hours each. You are the first to start, followed by Yuki, and finally Choso. This means that the room set up as the resting area, with futons laid out, would host only two of you at a time. The thought of Choso and Tsukumo being alone together doesn't sit well with you at all.

You leave the room a bit hesitant, crossing paths with Tsukumo at the doorway. You give her a warning look, your eyes narrowing. "I see you," you whisper in a mock-serious, threatening tone, pointing two fingers at her like you’re watching her every move.

She smiles in return, even though she knows the mistaken idea you've formed about her. She's no predator lying in wait for her prey, but she plays along, laughing at your playful suspicion. As you walk away, she waves in farewell, and, once the door clicks shut behind her, she sighs and drops heavily onto the futon next to Choso, curling up with her arms wrapped around her knees.

Turning her gaze to Choso, she asks, her smile teasing. "So? What kind of woman do you like? You still haven't answered my question!"

He raises an eyebrow, watching her hesitantly and pondering a possible answer. "Mmmh... The kind of woman that Y/N is, I suppose," he says, casting a quick glance at the door you just walked through.

"Then, are you her boyfriend or not?" the sorceress inquires.

"Well... sort of," he responds, his tone laced with mild annoyance.

Yuki falls backward onto the futon, taking a supine position with her arms behind her head. "Are you in love with her?"

"In love..." Choso repeats, the words foreign in his mouth. "Y/N says that love is that feeling that emerges when someone feels something for another person that goes beyond simple liking," he replies hesitantly, not quite knowing how to define such a sentiment. "But I couldn't give you a precise answer... I don't know what one really feels when they are in love."

"Well...Give you a few questions to help you figure out! What do you think of her? Do you like her? Just physically? Mentally too?" she asks.

Choso doesn't hesitate for a moment to respond. "I think she's the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on... and the deepest person I've ever had the chance to talk to."

Finding his answer endearing Yuki continues to investigate "What do you think when you're with her?"

"Mhh... that she's so gentle, cute, defenseless... she needs to be protected," he answers bluntly.

"She's anything but defenseless," the blond girl interrupts with a chuckle.

"She will always be... at least to me..." the half curse replies, frowning.

"Is that all you think of her?"

Choso blushes slightly. "No... I would spend every possible moment with her, doing everything I can to keep that vivid smile on her face, and obviously, there are a whole series of... physical reactions... that I won't describe here..."

Tsukumo reacts with amusement, fully grasping his implication. "I understand," she grins. "Do you think of her often?"

"She is in my mind 24/7," he answers, staring at the wall, as if lost in thought.

"That's called obsession, then," Yuki bursts into laughter, earning a threatening glare from Choso, the intensity in his eyes silencing her momentarily, though she can’t stop the grin from spreading across her face.

"Well, there's your answer," Yuki concludes, wrapping up her little investigation.

"What do you mean?" Choso asks, still furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"That you're in love with her," she states simply, her gaze drifting lazily up to the white ceiling. "It's obvious from the way you act. You touch her like she's fine porcelain. When you're with her, your usually aloof face brightens up, and your pupils dilate... I don’t think it’s hard to notice."

For a moment, Choso is silent, staring at her as he processes what he's just heard. "So, that's love?"

"Mh mh," Yuki nods in confirmation.

"Well, it’s not that bad," he replies after a pause, propping his arms on the futon behind him and leaning back. 

In the meantime, you've spent your night watch pacing back and forth like a caged tiger in front of Tengen's palace entrance. Your mind is flooded with thoughts of what those two could be doing alone.

"That harpy," you growl, clenching your fists at your sides. "If she so much as touches him, I'll tear her arm off with my teeth." As you revel in these murderous thoughts, you realize just how overpowering your jealousy has become. Suddenly, you bring your hands to your face, feeling the heat of a blush. "Y/N... damn it... you can't be this jealous..."

Given your exaggerated reaction, it’s clear, you’re not naïve: the existence of your feelings for Choso is becoming undeniable. After all, it’s evident that your recent lessons with him weren’t just purely practical and physical; they were fueled by the deep affection you’ve begun to nurture for him. You don’t mind this at all; in fact, knowing you can direct your positive feelings toward someone you care about in the chaos that has plunged the world of sorcery into oblivion gives you the strength to move forward. However, the thought that this newfound happiness could waver makes you uneasy.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you try to calm yourself. "Relax, relax... nothing will happen... My Onii-chan would never go for someone like her," you say assertively, though deep down, you can’t shake the nagging doubt. When you finally return from your guard shift, after what felt like an agonizing eternity, your mind swirls with thougts and uncertainties about what Tsukumo might have done in your absence. You're immediately on edge, ready to investigate whether she made a move on Choso.

As the clock strikes midnight, you return to the room, throwing the door wide open with more force than you intended. Contrary to all the wild scenarios you'd imagined during your shift, the scene before you is unexpectedly relaxed. Yuki and Choso are at practically opposite ends of the room. She is half-asleep, her head resting on the pillow of her futon as she waits for her turn, while Choso is fully absorbed in a stack of books from the library.

Despite the seemingly calm situation, your frustration lingers, and you can’t help but address Tsukumo aggressively. "Did you keep your hands to yourself, you witch?" you snap, the accusation sharp in your tone.

Yuki opens one eye lazily, barely bothered by your words, and smirks. "Calm down, I’m too tired to make a move, even if I wanted to," she teases.

You dart a murderous glare at her in response.

"Calm down, calm down, we only talked, really!" Yuki replies, getting up from the futon and yawning, raising her hands defensively.

You look at Choso for confirmation. Being completely focused, he seems oblivious to the world around him, however, sensing your gaze upon him, he raises his head, meeting your eyes with a look of sincere reassurance

"Good... It's your turn now. Go on, shoo, shoo!" you state, pushing Yuki from behind as she approaches the exit. "Enjoy your shift," you add, giving her one final shove out of the room and closing the door firmly behind her.

Slamming the door shut, you turn your attention back to Choso. His hair is down, cascading over his face and giving him a more relaxed, almost ethereal look in the dim light. There's a quiet handsomeness about him, his usual intensity softened by the late hour. In his hands, he holds a book about the meaning of human life, his eyes skimming the pages with an earnest curiosity.

"Onii-chan," you say in a whiny tone, a hint of playful concern in your voice, "Are you sure she didn't do anything to you?"

"Onii-chan?" Choso repeats, amused by your childish tone. "What’s with that bratty tone?" he asks, setting the book aside next to the futon and looking at you with an entertained expression

“Mmmh... nothing in particular," you reply, shaking your head dismissively. Then, stepping toward the futon with a playful grin, you declare, "I just want you to cuddle me!".

"What?" Choso barely has time to respond before you throw yourself into his lap, facing him, your legs wrapped securely around his waist. You hold him tightly, hugging him as if you haven't seen each other in ages. Pressing your head against his chest, you can feel the rapid beating of his heart. Choso is caught off guard by this sudden display of affection. Tentatively, he wraps his arms around you, hesitating at first but gradually relaxing as he pulls you closer.

"I'm jealous," you say, embarrassed, as you bury your head in his chest.

"Jealous? Of what?" Choso asks, his voice genuinely curious, not quite understanding what this sentiment could stem from.

"Of Tsukumo... she's so beautiful... and she flirts with you, I can see it clearly. And I... well, I'm nothing like her..."

Choso’s expression softens, and he shakes his head. "I don't see any reason to be jealous of her. Yes, she's a beautiful woman, but you... you're the first and only woman I would l—" He stops abruptly. The conversation he had with Tsukumo moments ago had given a name to his feelings for you, and now, he had almost confessed them outright. But fear of overstepping, of scaring you, holds him back as he scrambles to find the right words.

"You would...?" You prompt softly, noticing his sudden silence and the hitch in his breath.

Choso swallows, at a loss for how to finish his thought, his heart pounding.

You pull away from his chest for a moment, locking eyes with him. His face clearly shows hesitation, and though he meets your gaze briefly, he quickly shifts to staring at a random spot on the futon.

"The first and only woman I would like," he finishes quietly.

You look at him kindly, sensing there’s more he's holding back, but you choose not to press. Instead, you gently rest your head back on his chest, finding comfort in the peaceful silence between you.

You're not quite sure what came over you, but during those long hours of waiting, your thoughts of him had ignited a small flame of passion within you. The moment you laid eyes on him, that flame roared into a wildfire. With his hair down, his muscles subtly outlined beneath the thin, white short-sleeved shirt, and his focused expression as he read, everything about him seemed even more beautiful tonight. Maybe it was the jealousy, maybe it was the room's soft lighting, but you desired him with every fiber of your being.

"Choso..." you whisper, feeling his chest rise and fall with each steady breath. "I... need you." The words escape your lips in a soft murmur, almost trembling in the quiet.

"You need me...?" he asks, likely sensing the underlying meaning in your words.

"Yes... I want to make love to you... now."

Choso’s eyes widen, dumbfounded, the evident tension in his body palpable to the touch, his heart pounding even harder beneath your cheek. His hands grip your waist, as if trying to ground himself in this reality. He swallows hard, his breath hitching as he processes your words. When you first started talking about this story of mating, he never imagined he would come to the day when such things would become practical. Yet, here you are, alone in a room in a secluded palace, cut off from the world.

“You... you want to...?” His voice is low, almost a whisper, the tone incredulous.

You lift your gaze, pleading eyes meeting his while you nod. He looks back at you, searching for any trace of doubt or uncertainty but what he finds there only makes his grip on you tighten.

His hands move slowly, almost reverently, up your back. "Are you sure?" he asks, the question hanging heavy in the air, as if the world has narrowed down to this very moment.

Closing your eyes, you lean in slowly, your breath warm against his face. Gently, you run your tongue along his upper lip, feeling it tremble under your touch. You nip at it lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from him. Then, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you intertwine your tongue with his in a deep, heated kiss.

Choso surrenders to you, his body melting against yours. When you open your eyes, he meets your gaze, half-lidded and filled with raw lust.

You break the kiss, detaching from his mouth and moving toward his neck, trailing your lips and tongue along it slowly and deliberately. You suck on his skin, hoping that your tiny mouth will leave a mark for everyone to see on his pale flesh. The sensation makes him shiver, and the feeling of him trembling against you consumes any remaining sense of restraint you might have had.

“Well, you know…” he stammers, his voice shaky as he tries to speak. You can feel him tense beneath you while you go on kissing under his jawline, lingering there as his breath comes out in ragged gasps.

“I have… seen how it works... in some videos,” he manages to say, his words faltering when you slide your tongue, moving slowly until you reach his Adam's apple. He swallows hard, the motion making him vulnerable to your touch.

“So... in theory... I think I have an idea.”

You continue kissing and licking your way back up, gradually approaching his earlobe. You catch it between your teeth, biting down just hard enough to make him gasp. He sucks in a breath, his eyes fluttering shut, struggling to maintain control. "But in practice... I... I don't know..."

You lean into his ear, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper, "I want you...".

Your words cause his control to snap, unleashing a low growl that rumbles in his chest.  “Damn... I want you too,” he mutters, the urgency in his voice palpable. In an instant, the tension between you ignites, and he crashes his lips against yours, powerless to resist. The kiss is rough and needy, a far cry from the hesitant touches from before. His hands roam over your body, exploring you with boldness. They slide over your exposed hips, his fingers tracing your skin as they travel upward, grazing the edge of your bra.

"Is this our last lesson?" he asks between kisses, his voice husky, thick with desire. You capture his lower lip between your teeth, biting down firmly enough to draw a low grunt from him. "I guess it is..." your voice trails off, muffled by soft pants as his hands begin to tug at the fabric between you.

Choso’s right hands move to the hem of your shirt, while his left keep you stable by your hips, his fingers trembling as he helps you lift the clothes over your head. He pauses for a second, his eyes lock onto your breasts, his breath hitching at the sight. With a shaky hand, he reaches the edge of your bra, not even minding undoing it he hooks his fingers under the fabric, slowly pulling it down. The bra slides beneath your breasts, lifting them gracefully and making them appear even fuller. His gaze is fixed on you, captivated by the way your nipples stand hard and eager before him. Primal hunger passes over his face, and for a moment, he hesitates as if trying to absorb the sight fully.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, he leans in, his lips latching onto your breast. His mouth is hot and insistent, and when he bites down on your nipple, you feel a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting straight through you. He groans against your skin, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub as he suckles greedily.

His free hand squeezes your other breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh as he shifts his attention between the two, biting and sucking with increasing urgency. Each bite is measured, restrained just enough not to hurt but firm enough to make your pussy throb, wetness pooling with each careful nip. Trails of saliva cling to your nipple every time he pulls away to devour the other one, leaving your skin glistening in his wake.

You are impatient to please him too, so your hand slides down to his pants, gently slipping inside and feeling the heat and hardness waiting for you. Choso inhales sharply, his hips jerking at the sudden touch. You grasp him firmly, feeling how thick and rigid he is. Slowly, you start to pump him, your movements steady and deliberate. His reaction is immediate; he gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he throws his head back.

"You’re already so hard..." you hum, worshiping the way his body responds to you. His cock twitches in your hand with every stroke, a bead of precum forming at the tip that you smear down his length with your thumb. Choso groans, his breaths coming out unsteady. You can feel the tension coiling in him, the way his muscles tighten, his pelvis thrusting upwards into your hand automatically, as if seeking more of the pleasure you're giving him.

Choso's hands tighten around your hips as his eyes flutter open to meet yours. There's a wild, almost desperate look in them, but also a glimmer of uncertainty. Overwhelmed by the sensations, he's unsure of how to proceed. "I... I don't know what to do," he admits, his voice strained. The raw desire in his gaze, paired with the openness of his confession of inexperience, is such a tender display that you find irresistibly endearing.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "It's okay," you whisper, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Let me take the lead, once more"

You push gently on his chest, urging him to lie back. He obeys, his eyes locked on yours with lustful vulnerability flashing in his gaze.

You help him remove the rest of his clothing. First is the shirt, which you gently help him pull off, placing it on the futon beside you. The dusky light highlights his chiseled chest and toned muscles, each curve and line accentuated by the shadows. His skin is smooth, warm under your touch, a perfect blend of strength and grace.

Then, you slide off his pants and boxers, exposing him fully. His cock stands tall and rigid, glistening with his essence, already throbbing for your previous ministrations.

Following, you strip off your own clothes, underwear included, tossing them carelessly to the side. Choso watches you intently, his eyes widening as they take in the sight of your naked form. His gaze roams over every inch of you. He swallows hard, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words come out. The display of you, completely bare and sat on his legs, makes his chest tighten with reverence.

"Onii-chan, Onii-chan," you purr like a needy kitten, your voice soft and teasing, while your gaze sharpens with the predatory intensity of a hunter. "Soon, your dear Y/N will be the one to take your innocence."

The irony of the word innocence almost makes you laugh, considering you’re addressing a supposedly murderous half-curse. You feel so overpowered as you make this bold declaration, reveling in the dominance you hold while preparing to perform the act. Choso, with his formidable blood manipulation skills and impressive techniques, is difficult to match—perhaps even by you—but he remains a virgin after all. This realization fuels your confidence as he lies vulnerable beneath you, igniting an unparalleled sense of omnipotence.

His eyes grow dark with desire at your words as he submits to you so willingly, every part of him yearning for your touch. You are the only person he would ever prostrate himself before, so he doesn’t mind being in your hands, at least until he learns how to ravage you and bend you to his will.

You lean down, slowly moving towards his hips. Grabbing his cock, you lower your head and give it a long, slow lick from the base to the tip, savoring his taste. He groans loudly, his hips jerking upwards at the sensation. You take him into your mouth, bobbing on him once, eliciting another guttural sound from his throat. "You're going to like this..." you whisper, staring in his eyes.

You rise up, positioning yourself over him and guiding his cock to your wet entrance, his eyes fixated on the sight of you, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'll ride you," you declare, your voice sultry and filled with promise. He watches you, his hands clutching your hips, his chest rises and falls rapidly, every muscle in his body tense as you begin to lower yourself onto him. The moment his tip breaches you, he inhales sharply, his eyes flying open wide. His mouth drops open, a look of sheer ecstasy washing over his face as he feels your warmth envelop him. Inch by inch, you take him deeper, your walls stretching to accommodate his thickness. A deep, guttural moan rips from his throat, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully as he struggles to hold himself back.

"How does it feel...?" you ask, your voice breathless as you sink further down, uncertain if you'll be able to take all of him.

"Damn..." he chokes out, his voice strained and rough. "You're so warm and soft... it's ecstasy..." His head falls back against the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels his shaft pulsating against your walls. His hips buck slightly, trying to push deeper inside you, his body reacting on pure instinct.

Choso's eyes drop to the place where your bodies are joined, his breath hitching as he watches his cock being completely engulfed by you, eyes charged with lust as he sees how every inch of him disappears into your folds. You feel him twitch inside you, growing even harder at the sight.

"I'm going to start moving now,"  your voice trembling with the intense effort of welcoming him completely. He nods, his hands sliding to your ass, gripping you firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to anchor himself.

You begin to move, lifting yourself slowly before sliding back down onto him. Each time you lower yourself, you delve deeper, the penetration growing more intense. You mix this rhythm with tantalizing circular movements, grinding your hips against him, savoring the electric friction.

"Fuck..." he groans, his voice rough and strained, his gaze filled with deep reverence as he focuses on your breasts bouncing up and down.

His grip on your ass tightens, and he begins to move with you, his pelvis thrusting up to meet your movements, pushing himself deeper each time.

The room fills with the sound of your bodies moving together, his ragged breaths, your soft moans, and the sharp, rhythmic slap of your bodies meeting. You pick up the pace, riding him harder, feeling him throb inside you with every thrust. Choso's hands start instinctively to guide your movements, his grip firm but desperate, as if he can't get enough of the feeling of you around him. His gaze flickers between the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you and the spectacle of your bouncing chest, completely lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

As the friction of your clit against his pelvis intensifies, you feel the orgasm building inside you, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. Choso watches your face, captivated by every expression of bliss that crosses it.

With a shuddering gasp, the accumulated tension snaps within you, and a wave of ecstasy washes over you, making you cry out as your body convulses around him. You can barely hold back as the pleasure peaks, and suddenly, you release—your fluids gushing out, coating him in a copious amount.

Choso’s breath hitches at the sight, his eyes locked on you as you squirt over him, your juices sliding down his shaft, pooling upon his abdomen, and soaking into the cover of the futon. His cheeks flush a deep crimson at the wet yet sublime sensation. "You... you’re amazing," he whispers in wonder, his voice barely audible.

You catch your breath and look down at him, a smile playing on your lips. For a moment, a flicker of concern crosses your mind about the mess that will come after this, but you quickly wave off the thought, too entranced by the sight of him reveling in the filthy view. "Your turn," you speak softly, the words a sweet invitation.

You slide off him, the heat of your bodies pressed together giving way to a sudden yet fleeting coldness, your wetness gliding down your thighs. Then, you lay back on the futon, offering yourself to him completely.

He hesitates as you lie there, entirely at his mercy, but his throbbing cock speaks for him; it will never know peace until it fills you up to your womb. Choso is far too much of a gentleman to admit something like that, but his body betrays his desire, so, with trembling hands, he moves over you, taking control. He positions himself between your legs, bracing himself with his left elbow on the side of your head. His body presses against yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you. His breath is labored and irregular, each exhale brushing against your cheek. His other hand explores you with a tentative touch, fingertips trembling as they trace the curves of your body, his uncertainty evident in every movement. You can feel the tension in his muscles, his struggle to hold back, determined not to rush or make any mistakes.

His eyes lock with yours, searching, almost pleading for reassurance. You offer him a soft, encouraging smile, sliding your hand to the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. His lips capture yours once again, the affection in this gesture easing his anxiety. Slowly, he gains a bit of confidence, his touch growing bolder as his hand roams over your skin.

He breaks the kiss, gazing down at you as he aligns his cock with his hand, poised at your entrance. The tip of his hard shaft presses against you, perfectly positioned, so he pauses, placing his other elbow at the side of your head. His eyes flicker to yours once more, searching for reassurance. You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him closer.

"I wish I could make this perfect for you...," he whispers, almost apologizing for being inexperienced. He exhales shakily as the head of his member barely pushes inside you. The initial pressure against his already sensitive tip makes him gasp, he moves slowly, inching forward with a cautious thrust, his brow furrowing as he feels your warmth envelop him again.

He maneuvers with intense concentration, his lower lip captured between his teeth. An internal struggle is evident in his eyes—the desire to take you fully balanced against the fear of not being capable enough. He pushes deeper, stretching you at an agonizingly slow pace. You feel every inch of him sliding inside, his hips stuttering as he fights to maintain control.

The tightness around him elicits a sound that escapes his lips unbidden, filled with raw need. His hips press forward, pushing himself the rest of the way in, filling you completely. He pauses there, buried deep inside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights to steady his breathing. His head rests on your shoulder, his hair falling limply and cascading over your body. You can feel him trembling, his cock twitching within you as he starts to move with thrusts that are slow, hesitant, almost clumsy at first. Each one is a deliberate effort to understand the rhythm, to find what feels right for both of you. He lifts his head, focusing his eyes on yours, watching for your reactions, drinking in the way your body responds.

"Am I...doing okay?" he asks, his voice low and a little breathless, the vulnerability in his tone igniting a thrill within you.

"You're doing perfectly," you reassure him, your voice soft and encouraging. "Just keep going."

His uncertainty makes every motion intense, the rawness of his inexperience mingling with the undeniable pleasure coursing through both of you. With each thrust, he gains a bit more confidence, his movements becoming less shaky and more purposeful. "I can’t believe how good this feels," he breathes, shifting from his elbows to his hands for better leverage, increasing the rhythm. His hair frames his face as a delicate scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks. "Just like that, Choso," you whisper, urging him on.

As Choso's movements reach a steady pace, the wave of your climax subsides. A satisfied smile spreads across your face as you take in his reaction, his flushed appearance, and the reverence in his gaze. With a gentle, reassuring touch, you caress his arm, silently encouraging him to continue. He is much more capable than he can imagine, and the vibrations of your body are a clear testament to that.

Choso bites his lip again at the sight of your delighted look, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and passionate. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re tightening around me... that feels so good,” he speaks softly, his voice low and dissolute.

Changing the weight onto his left arm, he continues to move in and out of you with increasing fervor, while his free hand caresses your thighs, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin. You respond eagerly, meeting his thrusts with your own movements, your body arching and undulating beneath him. The primal sounds of your mutual pleasure heighten your arousal, and with each rhythmic slap of skin against skin, Choso’s thrusts bring you closer to another peak, his lust driving you to the edge.

As the intensity builds, you feel the need to be filled harder and deeper; you know you like it romantic yet rough. So, you raise your legs until your knees are level with your chest, eager to change the angle and heighten the sensation. The shift is swift and seamless, and Choso unconsciously follows your lead, placing his hands on your knees.

"Let me show you something different. This will give us both a new angle," you teach him, lifting your hips higher to allow him to steady his position again. He swallows hard at the sensation.

"D-Do I go on like this?" he asks, hesitating as his cock slides deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Yes," you urge him softly. "Go ahead, trust me."

From this new position, he realizes he can penetrate you more deeply, and as he pushes into you, his length glides effortlessly, hitting all the right places that make you gasp and moan. He discovers that perfect spot—the one you know will make you cry out with delight—and you whimper in response.

"Harder... Choso," you plead, your voice wheezing.

"Harder?" he echoes, worry flashing in his eyes. "I don’t want to hurt you..."

"It’s okay," you assure him, voice trembling with need. "I want it harder."

He complies, pushing into you with greater force. Your cry of pleasure fills the space. "Yes... just like that!" Your shameless voice reverberates against the rice paper screens scattered throughout the room.

Fueled by the fire your blissful expression ignites within him, Choso thrusts into you relentlessly, each movement driving you closer to the brink. He watches you fall apart beneath him, your body arching and writhing as he hits that right spot repeatedly.

The sensation is overwhelming—an almost painful yet delightful rush creeping up to your cervix. The heavenly enjoyment makes you lose yourself completely, and with the urge to grab onto something, you clutch Choso's forearms, your nails digging into his skin.

Feeling your grip tighten, Choso immediately freezes. His eyes widen with alarm as he pulls back slightly, his heart pounding with fear and concern.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He studies your expression, his heart racing at the thought that he might have pushed too far. His entire body tenses, ready to pull away at any sign that you’re truly in pain.

The reverent respect he shows, even in such a wild moment, makes you melt.

"No, Choso," you reassure him, out of voice "You're giving me the best sensations I've ever felt."

At the sound of your strained words, a wave of pride sweeps through him as he resumes his movements, relieved and filled with confidence. The rhythm intensifies, each thrust hitting deeper and harder, pulling louder, more desperate moans from your lips. The angelic sounds of your pleasure are bliss to Choso's ears as his name escapes your mouth in near-shouts.

"The way you call my name... it's like a melody to me," he whispers, his eyes fixed on your lips as they part slightly. “Please, don’t stop” he pleads.

You give him a faint smile, your voice shaky. "Choso…I'm going to come again..."

Choso exhales at the thought of seeing you come undone once more with your delicious juices coating again his cock. The very idea drives him wild with desire, and his movements falter for a split second before he regains his rhythm.

Just a few more thrusts, and your orgasm crashes over you, your body tensing as your fluids spill down his shaft. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing him tightly and causing him to shiver in response.

As your cunt clenches around his member, the friction becomes almost unbearable. Choso’s face contorts in delight as he drives deeper into you, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. His thrusts become erratic, breaths growing scruffy and mingling with his animalistic growls, hot puffs of air brushing against your skin. His eyes lock onto yours with wild, desperate hunger.

"I'm... close too," he gasps, his voice breaking. You can feel him pulsing inside you, the tension in his body coiling tighter, ready to snap. His pace becomes frantic, rhythm lost as he chases the overwhelming release building within him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep, his entire body shuddering as he spills into you. A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips—a sound of raw, unrestrained satisfaction. The warmth of his release floods you, mingling with your own as Choso falls against you, bracing himself on his elbows, his face mere inches from yours as his hair brushes softly against your skin, his body trembling. You feel the heat radiating from his body and the warmth of his breath, enveloping you in a cocoon of intimacy, as you take in his relaxed yet exhausted features, droplets of sweat glide delicately down his temples. He looks divine even in this state.

Lifting himself slightly, Choso looks down at the sight of his cock nestled within your pussy, his juices merging with yours, creating a sinful blend that almost makes him hard again.

With a shaky breath, he presses a finger against your swollen, sensitive entrance, while still buried deep inside you, allowing the mixture of your fluids to coat it. He pauses, captivated, watching as your slickness glistens.

Bringing the fingertip to his mouth, he mimics the gesture you made in Shibuya, slowly licking the nectar from it. His eyes flutter closed as he savors the taste, the flavor of your first union lingering on his tongue. He looks then down at you, unconsciously smirking, gifting you with a sensual gaze you never expected from him. You blush at the sight, your heart fluttering—how can he be so gorgeous? His eyes hold you captive, their heat making you feel exposed and cherished all at once.

But then, his expression softens, shifting into one of reverence and tenderness. He leans down, his cock still throbbing within your core, refusing to part from the warmth of your body.

"I would do this a thousand times over," he confesses, his voice a husky whisper.

You let out a shy laugh, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Well... I don't know if I'm ready for a second round just yet," you reply timidly, the flush on your cheeks deepening.

He smiles softly at you, his eyes crinkling with genuine affection. Slowly, he rests his forehead against yours, a tender gesture that makes your heart swell.

You linger in that moment of affection, a warm reprieve from the battles and dangers that threaten your daily lives. It's as if time has slowed, granting you both this fleeting but precious pause from the world outside.

While the room is filled with a quiet, intimate warmth, the words you never thought you could say to anyone slowly make their way from your heart to your lips. It feels so right now, so in tune with the moment. With a surge of emotion, you reach up and gently cradle Choso's face in your hands, guiding him to look directly into your eyes. You pull him back just enough to create a sliver of space between you.

"Choso..." you murmur, pausing as the weight of what you're about to say presses on your chest. "I love you," you confess, the words spilling out in a soft whisper, fluid and genuine, sealed with unfiltered honesty.

At the revelation of your feelings, you notice a profound shift in Choso's expression. His eyes, once locked with yours in a gaze of intense passion, begin to grow glassy. His brows furrow slightly, and his mouth trembles as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. The muscles in his jaw tighten, and he blinks rapidly, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

Having come to understand him very well, you had somehow anticipated this reaction. Choso is the epitome of cool detachment, he always appears so distant, as if perpetually bored with everything around him. Yet beneath that indifferent exterior, he harbors the purest feelings for the one he cares.

You love this about him.

As you brace yourself for the inevitable flood of his emotions, you hold him close. You pull him into your embrace, feeling his struggle to suppress his sobs as he buries his face against you. The warmth of your cuddle provides him with solace, a sanctuary where he can let his guard down.

As you hold him, Choso’s composure cracks. His eyes, which had been brimming with unshed tears, finally overflow. His breathing becomes uneven, punctuated by the tremors of his silent sobs as he buries his face deeper into your shoulder. You try to soothe him without uttering a word, understanding how difficult it is for him to process such a revelation of feelings. Instead, you simply run your fingers through his hair, tracing imaginary designs on his back, losing yourself in the tenderness of the moment and savoring the vulnerability of this mighty man—so strong in battle yet so delicate in this intimate space.

As his sobs gradually subside, Choso lifts his head, revealing a tear-streaked face illuminated by the dancing light of the lamp. His eyes, shiny but filled with a profound sense of wonder, lock onto yours.

"Y/N..." he begins, the tone thick with emotion. "I love you too." his voice trailing down, quivering.

Your heart swells at his words, a rush of warmth flooding through you. A smile breaks across your face, brightening the atmosphere around you. Yet, you had no doubt—through his gestures, his words, his glances—he had already revealed the strong feelings he held for you. Still, you’re overjoyed to finally hear it directly from him.

"Choso," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." You lean in closer, cupping his face gently, your thumbs brushing away the remnants of his tears.

You plant a soft peck on his lips, feeling them tremble as he parts them to speak. “Though... I don’t even know if I deserve all of this…”

You look at him, startled by his sudden statement. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve killed, taken so many lives… I gave up my humanity long ago—for my brothers. Why should I taint someone as pure as you, when I’m nothing more than the flawed result of a twisted experiment...”

You cut him off, flicking his forehead in frustration.

“Don’t you dare say that, Choso. Believe me, human beings can be the cruelest creatures on this planet. They nurture hatred, vengeance, envy… But you—” you pause for a moment, searching for the right words—“I’ve never met anyone more human than you. Your emotions are so real, so authentic. You love with a depth that far surpasses any human I’ve ever known, transcending the mere duality of humanity and curses. I’ve never met a single person who values family the way you do. You listen, you care, you're thoughtful, sometimes a little clumsy…” You laugh softly. “You’re better than most humans I know.”

You raise your hand to caress his cheek, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of your gesture. "Do you really think so?" he asks, as if your words are hard to believe.

“You don’t even have to ask that,” you reply without a hint of doubt.

“Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being the one you chose,” he murmurs.

You shake your head gently. “No, thank you for choosing a sorceress without any special talent like me…” you admit, still not understanding what this man could have found in you.

“Eso and Kechizu would have adored you...and Yuuji already does...”

“Well, I already feel like part of the family,” you smile, tracing the soft curves of his face—his eyebrows, his nose, his cheekbones. “And to me... you are the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me,” he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. Choso lowers his head, resting it against your chest, surrendering to the softness of your curves. "Damn the night shifts, the fights, the Culling Game, Kamo Noritoshi, everything… I seal that damn door, and I’m never going out again. I want to stay like this forever, and you’ll be stuck with me too," he murmurs, his eyes closed as he listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

His words draw a hearty laugh from you. "That’s a bit of a selfish statement, you know? Perhaps we should focus on getting rid of all the current threats. We’ll have all the time we need when things improve, I promise. But for now, you should rest because soon it’ll be your turn to stand guard."

You smile playfully at him, and Choso chuckles softly, a hint of shyness creeping into his expression as he realizes the truth in your words. His body is still pressed against you; he doesn't want to end this moment, but he knows you're right. Besides, the mess you've made needs to be cleaned up before Tsukumo comes back.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you, your folds still warm around him as his member starts to relax (though it’s difficult to do so when you’re near). He gasps at the sensation of your bodies separating and regretfully stands up, helping you.

The view of his lean body is mesmerizing as his biceps tense while he assists you; your legs feel shaky from the earlier intimacy. Your juices trickle down your brushed skin, and you try your best to close your legs to prevent leaking. Choso helps you clean up with some cloths available in the room, kneeling down to caress your inner thighs with the fabric while delicately kissing his way up your leg and along your abdomen. Then, he rises, shifting his attention to the valley of your breasts and finally to your mouth.

He then puts his pants back on, leaving his shirt off. As he slides under the covers of the futon, he pats the space beside him, inviting you to join. You don’t even mind slipping on your pants; instead, you nestle into the warmth of the futon, wearing only your T-shirt and lingerie, pressed against his warm body with his powerful arms wrapped around you.

You suddenly feel the dizziness from the day and the time; the previous pleasure gradually gives way to fatigue as you relax, cradled in Choso's embrace.

The half-cursed spirit watches you as you close your eyes and whisper, "Good night." He knows he should rest too, but you're so cute, so tiny, that he cannot avert his gaze from you.

"I love you," he repeats more to himself than to you, knowing you’re already drifting off to sleep. But he savors the deep meaning of his words, aware that he has finally understood what true love for a woman can be.

He lies back against the futon, holding you close, allowing the soft rhythm of your breathing to soothe him. In the quiet of the night, he vows silently to cherish this moment and to protect you, no matter what challenges lie ahead.

As time passes, the moment for Choso to take watch arrives. Tsukumo enters the room, stretching her back. "Aaaah, I'm ready to go to sleep!" she exclaims loudly as she steps into the room. But she quickly lowers her voice when she sees you and Choso wrapped in the futon, entwined with each other, your figure hidden beneath the blanket and his arm, curled against his chest.

She smiles, wondering whether she should wake her replacement, but Choso has heard her arrival and gradually awakens from his stupor. "Ah... you’re here... I guess it’s my turn” he says in a low voice, attempting to move and detach from you, but unconsciously, your hand remains tightly grasped around his arm. He gasps yet can’t help but smile at your clinginess.

"Do you want to keep sleeping with her?" Yuki asks softly. "It wouldn’t be fair," he replies, attempting to pry your fingers off one by one without waking you. When he finally manages to slip out from under the futon, you let out a groan. "Choso…," you mumble, still half-asleep.

As odd as it can be, he chuckles gently.

"Oh, so you were sleeping shirtless," Tsukumo probes, raising an eyebrow, already having an inkling of what might have happened.

Choso averts his gaze, choosing to smile instead of answering. "Look at you... grinning," Tsukumo whispers, excited like a teenager. "Just leave it," he waves her off, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Okay," she cuts in briefly without insisting, but her urge to tease him is too strong. "Do a good job with your night shift, Casanova," she laughs under her breath.

Choso raises his eyes to the ceiling before glancing back at you, still asleep, your body partially exposed. He adjusts the covers, tucking you in with a gentle caress, wishing he could spend the entire night wrapped around you... but duty calls. He waves his hand to Tsukumo and leaves the room.

Tsukumo watches as you gradually open your eyes, sensing Choso’s departure. You turn to face away from her, pretending to ignore her while she prepares for the night and arranges the futon. “If I were you, I’d change that futon,” you say mischievously, hiding your grin beneath the covers.

The blond girl raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I’ve already thought about that, don’t worry," she teases, her tone playful. She prepares to move the futon and opens the rice paper door of the wardrobe to grab another one. As she finishes arranging her spot for the night, she glances at you with a knowing look “Just make sure you two keep it down next time; I’m not sure Tengen would be happy knowing you were having fun in his palace... it’s supposed to be a sacred place here.”

How is she always one step ahead when it comes to teasing?

You feel your cheeks heat up at her words, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you feel flustered. "I’ll...listen to your advice, blonde harpy..." As she grins knowingly, you can’t help but contemplate how you’ll navigate this awkwardness in the future. With a final nervous chuckle, you bury your face in your hands, the warmth of your embarrassment washing over you, though you can’t help but smile to yourself as you reminisce about the moments you've shared.

As for Tengen's reprimand tomorrow? Tsukumo will need popcorn for that one!

(Not that it would stop you and Choso from continuing your lessons... in the future. :) )

For other Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[behindscenes-identity]

I'm gonna rate each ship in this two person fandom of myself and @bluryy-face0 by how much I can see it happening+how much I like it

FIRST PART:

Bluki(Baylie+Yuki): 8.5/10 overall I really like them together and Baylie is so in love fr fr, only thing is Yuki is aroace, but I can still see him being fluctuating enough to consider a relationship.

Lellie(Lev + Ellie) 6/10 overall, I can definitely see Ellie having feelings for Lev but I can never see Lev reciprocating them; would've given them a 3/10 before, but pook has convinced me they could be cute

Shegria(Ellie + Baylie) 5/10 overall, I can see them being friends with benefits at best; also maybe married for tax benefits, but other than that, I don't think Baylie could stand Ellie LOL

Luki(Lev + Yuki) 1/10 overall, I can see Lev rlly liking Yuki, but Yuki is totally disinterested; basically the inverse of Lellie lmao, just Yuki has the aroace rizz

Yuki+Baylie+Ellie+Lev 100/10 best ship ever, honesty amazing they balance eachother out amazingly and Lev and Baylue are so so in love and btw did I mention this is canon, real. They all kiss eachother, except yuki who they just hug bc they ALL know boundaires and aren't WEIRDOS.