#but yakuza stays winning

[galstreet]

yakuza or transformers u can only choose one

Fuck…… honestly maybe this is influenced by the fact that I’m currently insane about it more and I just played like 30 straight hours of it but yakuza. I think it legitimately changed me for the better, compared to tf

[baalzebufo]

MY KAZUMAJI ZINE ARRIVED... 😭ITS SO GOOD!!!

y'all put so much effort into this @kazumajizine... I got the big bundle with all the goodies and ive been going bonkers over it all day. i have a veritable mountain of stickers now (six sheets!! what the heck!!)

im foaming at the mouth. one of the stories made me cry . all of them have made me smile like a dork. there is so much gorgeous art all over this thing... first time ive bought anything like this and the wait was absolutely worth it this is a Cherished Possession now. im not going to be normal for weeks

[c-cw-f-saeko]

real love will always win !!!!!!!

[dilfkuza]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Kashiwagi Osamu mentioned Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Chairman Kiryu Kazuma, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Loyalty, Kissing, Bruises, Implied Sexual Content, Character Study, dog metaphors, Secret Relationship, is it really secret if everyone assumes you're boning anyways?, KazuMaji Week 2023 Summary:

Every chairman needs his enforcer and his second in command, people he can trust despite whatever happens. When Kiryu accepted the position of Fourth Chairman, he was lucky to get two-in-one. Or, Kiryu's term as Fourth Chairman is most notable for his lapdog.

Kazumaji week Days 4+6: Outfit Swap, Alternate Universe

[satoruhour]

Helllooo!!!! I hope you're doing well<33 I'm not sure if you're taking requests so this can be taken as a random rant as well. (I'm in my exam week-depressed-stressed era lol) but is it just me Or the animated version of choso and the mans voice actor just doubled his hotness!?? Hence why me is here to ask if you could do a choso street racer au, could be anything from him meeting at a race or him taking them drifting? Idk but I just need more racer choso au's😭😭😭

LUCKY DIME

a/n: oh no my love i hope your exams went well and that you’re resting comfortably now ❤️ OFCCCC i planned to write a racer!choso for so long i just didnt have any motivation / tagging @screampied

wc: 3k

warnings: racer!choso, reader is ‘dating’ a weirdo, fem!reader, threat of sexual assault (from weirdo guy), threatening harm, flashback, unsafe driving tendencies (dont follow them in this fic lol pls drive safely), semi-public sex (parking lot), car sex, slight nipple play, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, implied multiple rounds and p -> v sex later on, n*sfw under the cut

choso hasn’t always been open about his origins — moving from the shimotsuma district to shibuya just two years ago in need of quick cash to send back to his struggling mother. it was a hard decision on both ends, with his mother advocating more for him to leave for a better life than the one she could offer. he acquiesced with a promise to earn enough to send back to her every month in return for the secret stash she provided for him and that promise meant everything. he was going to get money no matter what.

even if it meant meddling with the local yakuza, doing petty little tasks of collecting money, escorting the people important to the oyabun to their meeting places, being on lookouts while gambling and prostitution happens indoors. choso would never write back to his mother on what he’s been doing to get so much money, but if he’s able to send a hefty amount back to her on every 29th, he’s satisfied.

that is until he’s met with a couple arguing as they walk along the alleyway, creating such a ruckus that choso’s sure they could power the whole of shibuya — well, more of the man, anyways, saying something about racing and cars that he’s not even sure he catches on.

“well, if you just listened to her and opted for a flat-plane rather than use a cross-plane, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the race!” you’re throwing your hands up, struggling to walk behind in these new heels you bought while you navigate the dark alleyway. for a boy who’s expressed interest in you, he wasn’t doing well in trying to keep you one bit. you’d say he’s rather annoyed that you know so much about cars, trying to genuinely help him while he just sees it as attacks.

“yeah, well, if you kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me about losing to noritoshi.” you roll your eyes, unaware you’re passing a dangerous area with dangerous activities behind the door choso was guarding, nor do you notice the way the bodyguard perks up at the name of noritoshi, who sounds awfully familiar.

you scoff, “trust me, you embarrassed yourself the moment you tried to challenge the dude,” it was meant to be a harmless comment; noritoshi could never measure up to the famous four, but he practised his drifting hard enough and put in the hard work, stayed humble. he was everything that your “man” wasn’t, and it was only deserved that he didn’t win. ultimately, you didn’t expect much from a man in the illegal racing scene who only cared about who had the nicest engines and paint finishes.

“what’d you say?”

choso keeps a close eye on the both of you.

“it was nothing—” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his arm to get him to stop shouting so loud when you notice the person standing in front of a shady door — twin pigtails hairstyle with a dead look in his eyes and a tattoo across his nose, dressed up in a suit. it was scary enough walking through a dimly-lit alleyway, but your fear heightens when your eyes fall upon the surroundings of ashes of late night campfires, dried blood along the walls, and used condoms on the floor.

“no, no, tell me what you said, just so i know that i heard you right,” your “man” insisted, stepping up so close to you that your nerves were on high alert from the proximity and the possibility of that someone just a few feet away inflicting harm on the both of you.

“it was nothing! i just meant that you didn’t have a chance against noritoshi from the st—” it’s like you hit a sensitive nerve, because the next thing he’s doing is grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, not aware of how choso perks up even more, ready to leave his post. it borderline hurts with the way he grasps at your skin, paired with the discomfort of your heels and outfit, you can’t just wait to get home and rest up.

“ohh, so that’s what you said!” the man continues to tug you, not heeding your pleas for him to stop, “might as well just leave you here with the yakuza to see whether you stand a chance.”

that’s what the man was guarding . . wait.

a shout wretches out of you when you notice there’s no shadows at the door that’s lit simply with fluorescence at the same time the mysterious man has one hand each on your arms.

“who are you—” your “man” has the gall to speak first, shocked at the stronger grip of the other when he tears the fingers away from your wrist before stumbling back. the mysterious guy simply tugs you into his hold, levelling the other with just a stare from his eyes that’s got him babbling and stuttering in fear. you hate to admit that once the man beside you speaks, your body curls into his side — it’s like a smooth cup of coffee that you gravitate towards.

“do you want to repeat what you just said?” choso puts you behind him as he approaches the other, one step taken while the cowering one takes one step back. “because i can always open the door i’m guarding and let them take care of you, instead.”

“t-that wouldn’t be necessary—” he’s adamant on his threatening, taking out a flip phone and dialling numbers one by one, no doubt the number of his boss. he doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on the pigtailed man as he continues to dial the number and pressing call. if choso’s being honest, he’s about to shit himself just as much, never having called his saiko-komon personally before so he only fakes the number, thanking the heavens that someone somewhere decided to call his boss’ phone just at the same time.

they all hear it, the familiar nokia ringtone from behind the door, but in choso’s ear, all it says is that it’s an invalid number that garners no answer. he talks over the operator’s voice anyway.

“yeah, i need you to take care of this guy. just outside here—” that’s enough for him to go running away, puddles splashing and his voice crying out for civilisation, although you’re not too happy yourself, afraid for your own fate. kept like a pet for the yakuza? made to work for them to pay off this small helping hand? commit—

you sit up from the hood, “you called a fake number?!” it’s hard to say when that fateful meeting turned into this over the past few months, asking choso to recount the night the two of you met out of curiosity when you realise that your yakuza-accountant boyfriend had dialled a fake number the whole time.

“i had just joined! i wasn’t going to phone my boss . .” he sheepishly says with head turned to you, and while you’re giving him brutal smacks on the shoulder (“what! if! he! hadn’t! run! away! were you going to let a phone operator beat him up?”), you’re still thankful he decided to step in at the right time even if his heroic act had been brought down a notch by this revelation.

it’s then that he asks about the whole racing thing you were involved in but you’re taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t going to make you do anything in return. even if the alley had boasted its dubiousness, you realise than the man standing in front of you was not much older than you, a childish sparkle in his eyes when you entertained the question. with a random number in your phone, it was up to you if you wanted to text him, but after a few races, you think that he was just too handsome to pass up.

choso picked up racing and drifting fast, joining your small group of friends of yuji, megumi and nobara who were all rising up the ranks. it was difficult, knowing the famous four, but it didn’t hurt trying to build a reputation in the underground scene. he practised around the docks, crashing into crates, sending the seagulls flying, and almost sending your scrap car over the edge.

“tokyo is pretty at this time of night,” choso mumbles as he sits up, too, liking the way you scooch closer to him on the hood of his 1967 Ford Mustang.

“tokyo is cold, i’m lucky i’m not freezing to death.” you tease him even when you’re wearing his warm jacket, squealing when his cold hands make it under the jacket and your shirt.

“how are you cold, that jacket’s wool!” he nestles his face into your neck, freezing nose touching the skin there and you giggle, trying your best to push him away. choso says that, but he’s happy to see you in his jacket while his arms tingle with both frost and lovesickness. “you’re just extra sensitive to the cold.”

before you can retaliate, though, he’s pulling away from your body heat to look you in the eye; it was a wonder he even got you, a girl who’s just so passionate about cars and who taught him everything he needed to know about it. six months down the road, he’s writing about something other than living paycheck to paycheck again, getting in some extra money from racing as well.

“wanna drive?”

you grin, hopping off his hood before jumping into the car beside him and he only laughs at your enthusiasm, hopping in after you and starting the ignition. you wish it was like this before every race: you beside him in the passenger seat as he gets ready to race against his opponent. the rev of the engine always excites you, knowing you contributed to the many modifications of his Mustang. but choso always says it’s dangerous for you — so you’re left to watch from the sidelines.

but now, as choso drifts down the mountain, you can’t help but stare at him as he changes gears every few seconds, hair blowing everywhere from the wind outside before he reaches the base and races off into the main road. you’re shouting in excitement, music blasting loudly from the cassette player while you dominate the streets at night.

“d’you think i can break 190, sweetheart?”

your jaw drops, “while drifting?” he nods, “you’re insane . . yeah, do it.”

choso’s laughter feels infinitely heavenly, stepping on the accelerator on a fairly empty road. he’s familiar with the traffic of the roads too, so at 4am, it’s basically deserted when he speeds down the gravel while he tries to break the speed limit. you feel on top of the world, a pretty road full of green lights on every turn; there’s a couple of sharp screeches from his tires as he navigates shibuya.

“hear that increased throttle response . .” you whistle when he presses his foot into the accelerator again, Mustang speeding off into the streets while you look over to him: hand holding the stick shift and one hand on the wheel. he’s as pretty as you remember him six months ago and his beauty truly hits you in the moment that you unconsciously rub your thighs together.

“all thanks to you, baby,” feels like the final blow, not knowing the effect he has on you until you’re waiting until he slows down to place your hand atop his on the steering wheel. there he lets you steer where you want to go, face melting into recognition at the place you’re taking him to.

“you’re nasty.” in the abandoned car park, he giggles when you’re shushing him as you make your way to the backseats, levelling him with a stare that begged him to hurry.

“yeah . . whatever, you like it.”

choso grins, switching off the ignition and climbing in after you, making you forget all about the cold season of japan in mere minutes. his lips collide with yours and his body naturally pushes yours to the leather seats, driving you crazy just with his mouth. his hands make quick work of your skimpy outfit, inching past your tight halter top and to your tits. you gasp softly into the kiss.

“may i?” even after all this time, choso still asks for permission, pulling down your top and bra when you nod.

his mouth is both warm and gentle when it meets with your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud and eyes looking up at you just to relish in the hooded lids and soft moans you give him. his free hand fondles your other, squeezing and playing, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“just s’soft . . always,” he hums into your chest, kissing you down bit by bit and making you wait for it with each teasing journey he makes. there, he manoeuvres himself onto the floor, kneeling on the carpeted finishing as your knees hook onto each shoulder. the car is filled with your laboured breathing, watching him slowly undo the straps to your uncomfortable heels. it’s excruciatingly slow, pulling at the strings and removing each shoe before his lips leave fire along your shin, up to your thighs and to your pulsing core.

“choso . .” you whine, hips bucking off the leather.

all he does is laugh, hands spreading your legs before he’s licking his lips at the mess you made in your skirt, panties and back of the fabric soaked right through. your boyfriend pulls you forward with a certain fervour that makes you yelp and you match him with a nervous grin as he tugs away the underwear and marvels at the arousal that just sticks to your pussy, pretty and dripping right in front of him.

you have no warning before choso indulges himself in your cunt and you cry out in surprise, hand tangled up in the mess of his hair that falls from his pigtails. his warm tongue laps at your clit like a man starved, slurping up all of your arousal into his tongue. the cold weather is just the cherry on top, cold wind wafting through the walls and the windows, making you extra sensitive.

“c-cho—” you hum, one hand lost in his black locks while the other clutches tightly onto the seats for any sort of anchor while choso only pushes his face further in between your legs. he can feel your pussy clench around nothing, switching between sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless pace that threatens your sanity. “t-too much . .”

all he does is laugh into your centre, eyes flitting to meet yours while he continues his ministrations, arms wrapping around your thighs. choso moans at how good and sweet you taste, a curious hand moving from your legs right to your hole where he plays with your folds. gently, he pushes past your walls and you whimper from the intrusion, clamping down around his finger.

“relax, darling, i got you,” he softly says, relaxing his pace just a bit as he starts to thrust his finger. while slow, his tongue doesn’t stop, however, still continuing to make the lewdest noises.

“pussy so damn sweet,” he groans, nuzzling his face right into your sloppy core before teasing a second finger; it’s easy to slip in but he still warns you wordlessly, inching them right in until they reach the knuckles, “and so tight, too—”

the car is filled with the smell of sex, the sounds of your pussy and your endless moans as choso starts to pump his fingers in and out, reaching so much deeper than any of your toys can and stretching you out just right. your hips buck uncontrollably as you feel that coil in your stomach, knowing that you were only going to get even more of this before choso properly fucks you — but it’s all he promises, that to make sure you’d cum on his fingers and tongue thrice before he even thinks of railing you like you deserve.

“c-choso, your fingers—!”

“yeah?” it’s breathless, bottom half of his face all soaked and wet, but he goes right back in.

“mmfuck— cho, cho, p-please . .” your words are jumbled up, babbling through your teeth while his fingers gathers all of your juices, “i’m g’nna—”

choso thinks you’re just perfect like this, moaning as much as you want in his Mustang and spread out just for him to eat. he cannot keep his eyes off you, curling his fingers just a bit to find your sweet spot as he flicks your bundle of nerves as his eyes stay on the way your lips part for little pants to escape. your eyes have fluttered close by now but he doesn’t mind as you continue to push his head towards your cunt.

“cum on my fingers, my love,” the other groans, words muffled a little, “cum on my tongue like a good girl.” 

“cho— f-fuuck . .” you writhe around on the leather seats as you reach your peak, voice descending into a silent scream while your jaw hangs open. at his peripheral he can see and feel your thighs tremble while you chant his name like a prayer, over and over until you think your voice is hoarse. his seats are wet, no doubt, and you wince seeing your cum decorate the leather, but choso quietens your worries as he leans up to give you a kiss. you can taste yourself.

“taste good?” you’re ruined despite it being your first orgasm, answering half-heartedly before slumping, a soft moan leaving you when he removes his fingers and strings of your arousal stick to each digit. his hand naturally gravitates towards your mouth, fumbling with your lips before he pushes in — distracted, he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto your cunt again and you mewl loudly.

“that’s just the start,” choso grins, laying a long stripe up your pussy and groaning softly at the way your tongue swirls over his fingers, “i’m sorry in advance . . hope you’re able to get out of bed tomorrow, baby.”

[cheesus-doodles]

I’m definitely being greedy by sending a second but I had to share this… In the Manila timeline where Izzy wins, how would his relationship with reader change? But also, since we know Mikey is under his control at this point, would he let Mikey stay in contact with the reader??

UGHH JUST THINKIN ABOUT THAT MAKES MY SOUL ACHE 😭😭😭 HED have both of them on puppet strings… I’m so curious…

send as many as you want anon hehe, always happy to talk about Izzy!

Masterlist

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I did somewhat explore this in my Red Dragonflies AU, specifically latest chapter Swallow the Sun *cough*, but since that was in the circumstance of you being a former gang leader yourself, I'll write this one of you from the POV of you being a regular civilian!

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The main difference in Izana's relationship with you is that there would be no reason for him to have to break you and your spirit to keep you with him after he wins, so he doesn't. He actually likes you and all your personality, whatever it may be, and would very much want to keep you as you were when he first fell heads over heels, so with you being unable to fight back against him and his comparatively monstrous strength and instincts, there were much better ways to keep you in line.

Even as a yakuza boss himself, it would be rare for you to ever be allowed to leave his direct eye line no matter what Izzy’s doing in the moment, and if you do, you would only do so only when accompanied by Kakucho. No one else. If neither men are free, that you're staying exactly where you are right by him. Izzy simply can't trust anyone else as far as he can throw them, not with someone as precious and dear to him as you.

Puppet string would be the right description for what would be your relationship with Izana. There will be no decisions that you would have to make outside of what to wear (if Izzy hasn’t already made up his mind what he wanted to see you in), and what to cook for him for meals - everything else in your life has already been decided for you. Truly, you would be no more than a doll that doted and pampered and fawned over Izzy to patch the hole in his heart. He needs your love and attention more than anything, and now that he had you, you were not going to be doing much except tending to his needs.

Of course he didn't like to see you in pain and anguish - you were his darling, his princess - but after losing Shinichiro all those years ago, he couldn't lose you as well.

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And that extended to losing you to Mikey. Mikey plays a different role, filled a different hole in Izana's heart - he was supposed to be his Shinichiro replacement. If the two of you had been friends previously, then there was no way in hell Izana would ever let you meet Mikey again. Ever.

For one and most importantly, you are his world, his Sun, and he is your Izzy. You were his. You didn't need anyone else but him, let alone Mikey. He would never give you the opportunity to form an attachment to anyone but him.

For two, Izana needed Mikey to stay in that depressed state to be able to control him. And if Mikey was allowed to meet you, all that hard work might be undone - he and Kisaki had already put so much effort into completely breaking Mikey down to turn him into Shinichiro, and there was no way that he was going to risk you giving any sense of hope or comfort to the former Toman President that would let him break out of his misery.

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So the answer would be that no. Absolutely not. You would never be allowed to stay in contact or even see Mikey.

Since the two of you were forcibly separated after Izana's win and Mikey started on his downward spiral, Mikey has never received any update on you and where you were - for all the blond-haired boy knew, you could have already been dead. Izana definitely played heavily into this, making references to you all the time but never confirming if it was you he was talking about. And after a while of the mind games, no doubt Mikey would have given up all hope on ever seeing you again.

Similar to what he does to Mikey, Izzy would also tease and dangle the promise of bringing you to meet the ex-Toman President in front of you as one of the tactics he uses to keep you in line, whispering to you all sorts of things about your former friend. That he was depressed, that he spoke constantly about missing you and if you were dead, that he couldn't go on without you. Lies, but what would you know?

Izzy lamenting that he wants to bring you to go see and even speak with Mikey, but you were so ill-behaved that this tanned man didn't know if he can trust you. Would occasionally gift you photographs of Mikey just to convince you that the other was still alive, but always just a bit out of reach - the photos would never have his face, just his side or his back, or it would be a blurry shot.

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After all, his life’s just perfectly right at the moment, so why would he risk ruining it all?

[nocturnalazure]

Character Focus: Chikage

Chikage and her mother Tamaki Umeda were made upon my request by @yorithesims. ❤️ I needed a yakuza mother and daughter to be allies to Laurie and the gang, and I couldn't rely on my poor Sims making skills. And so the Umeda-gumi was born! Aren't they pure badassery? 😎

But because Chikage is one of the most recent additions to the story, she doesn't have much of a backstory yet.

In her very first appearance, she acts as a translator between her mother and Laurie, Omar and Romeo. Tamaki-san understands (and even speaks) English but by pretending not to, she reminds her guests of their position: they are very firmly in her territory, asking for help. Her house, her rules. Chikage and her mother keep glancing at each other throughout the conversation. There is a lot going on that is unsaid...

The Umeda-gumi is a small, cautious matriarchal clan that had always stayed out of the syndicate. But Laurie's proposition is appealing: they would get rid of the Hei clan (their natural enemy) and would win a free seat in the syndicate.

Chikage's first mission is to find out if Laurie has a hidden agenda. Now, while Chikage seems subdued in front of her mother, whom she obeys without question, she is actually a free spirit and is obviously given free rein to achieve her clan's objectives. So she sneaks into Laurie's room at night and well... they have a rather sexy fight. ;) It sets the tone of their dynamic: a power game about who is alternatively in control.

Following their conversation, Chikage concludes that Laurie is actually sincere and she gets curious. While Laurie finds out that the only way to truly do business with Chikage is to be quite literally naked.

His condition that they do not kiss does not put her off but it puzzles her. When he tells her that he prefers kissing someone he actually has feelings for, she is not offended. Their intercourse was nothing more than the fun part of business to her.

Because he's being so transparent, she decides to be clear about her clan's motives. She confesses to being the biological daughter of the one who calls himself Bao Hei and who is actually a former member of the Umeda clan and a lover of Tamaki's.

The Umeda-gumi may be small but they have obviously their spy within the Hei clan. And when Bao Hei gets killed, they are the first informed. So they add a condition to their help to the syndicate.

At this stage, all they know is that 1) rumor says the assassin was working for Laurie Golzine, and 2) that it was an immortal (read: a vampire). With Jie now also an immortal himself, Tamaki sees that the only way to protect her clan's interests and have an edge on the rest of the syndicate would be to employ vampires herself. Particularly a powerful assassin who has just proved that Jie could be defeated (as a human, at least).

Chikage is sent by her mother to the strategic meeting organized by Laurie between all involved parties. But the night before, Chikage and Laurie get together in a hotel room to... exchange information. This time, he lets her take the lead and seems detached from the whole process, acting almost robotically.

To her, that's his business so she doesn't pry. He willingly agreed to those "transactions" between them and he outright told her there were parts of his life that were out of bounds. Chikage's main goal is to get information about Eloise, the supposed assassin. Laurie denies having ever ordered Bao Hei to be killed, and sees right through Tamaki's objective to hire Eloise. And he warns Chikage that things may not be as they seem.

At this point, I think it must be said that despite her confident attitude, Chikage is not entirely comfortable with being seated at a negotiation table with the whole syndicate, vampires and who knows what else. She doesn't know the history between them all, and she's very aware of being in a position of weakness. Entering the room together with Laurie is a calculated act from both of them.

It is an assurance that the Umeda clan is a "close" partner of the Golzines. And they want it to be noticed.

And Chikage finally meets the so-called terrible "assassin"...

Obviously, Laurie is withholding information. Maybe he thinks that Chikage wouldn't believe him if he told her that Eloise has a dissociative personality. And maybe he would be right. Chikage will get proof in due time... but for now, she truly doesn't understand how that harmless girl could have achieved what no one in her clan has managed to do.

Also, in answer to doubts issued by some of the invitees about her motives, she reveals having a legitimate claim as heiress to the Hei clan.

Chikage's caution is still very visible in the most recent scenes, when they all prepare to attack the Hei HQ. With Laurie gone, she has lost her most reliable ally who knew exactly what she was after. She clearly doesn't trust Eloise and Tristan, and desperately wants to assess Eloise's capabilities.

Thankfully, Erik's arrival will allow her to chaperone the two vampires.

Stay tuned if you want to know how this whole mess turns out! ;)

[kinnato]

First ever fic cause i’m so bored and i don’t wanna do HW, It’s 4 AM, I’m tired, and gay so this is what you’re getting. Don’t interact if you’re homophobic or other stuff i don’t care what you think on this ship. Won’t update again probably, fic was ended early on cause i’m TIREDDD, also was not proof read so sorry if the grammar isn’t 100%. 1k words.

The rumbling of thunderous strikes plague Los Angeles, it streaks across the ever darkening night sky, painting the sky a violently beautiful blue. It highlights a certain mansion, home to an actor, but if you ask him he’s not ‘just an actor’. He’s an award winning director and actor, hot people can be talented too. The smell of rain is running through the house, the hearing of the puttering-pitting rain drops on the window, begging to be inside. A young man stirs awake from the light of his phone on the bedside table buzzing, a light flashes from the notification displaying the actor’s wall paper. It displays a blurry photo of a portal, the camera was shaken when it was taken as if it was hit.. perchance by an ex yakuza member?

The man tries to ignore it, but as one says ‘curiosity killed the cat’ and if one receives a notification in the middle of the night what’s the harm in waking up a little the actor believes as he stretches up, his hair falls on his face covering his eyes. He runs his hands through his soft brunette hair pushing it back as he stretches his back hearing cracks, the soreness of such leading into a slouch, but he puts his back up straight as he licks the dryness of the night off of his lips and grabs his phone. A few unsuccessful annoyed attempts at Face ID due to it being so dark, his phone unlocks and he sees the notification. The actor listens to it it.

“Johnny, my apologies for texting you so late into the night, may I stay for a while until my flight goes? Signed, Kenshi Takahashi.”

There’s a verdant green around the text message, Kenshi is adamant about not buying an IPhone due to the obscene cost. Johnny chuckles quietly to himself, of course Kenshi would use a voice message like he would a letter, that stubborn man would rather get blinded again then give up his manners. Johnny sends an audio message back, he clears the night time gunk out of it with a few ‘m-mms.’ and drinks water to lubricate his larynx. After all of this he still sends a voice message that sounds like Johnny just stirred away, in which he did.

“Kendoll you already know you are welcome at any time baby. Love Johnny.”

He shorthand mocks Kenshi’s manners, ignoring the fact he causes a blush like a anthill reacting when boots step on it. As if clockwork, the sound of a doorbell echos throughout the house, hitting its way to Johnny’s ears. Johnny stands up quickly and rushes not even taking in the darkness of the house, ignoring the need to turn on lights due to the harshness, he wraps a soft velvet robe with the initials ‘JC’ on the back. It was soft and smelt like lavender, the texture of the velvet like an enrapturing warmth in the coldness of the home, well… it’s gonna be home once Kenshi steps inside.

The unprotected feet feel the bitter cold of the floor as Johnny practically limps tiredly to the door. He’s “busted as hell”. He has dried drool on his chin horrifyingly matching his unshaven stubble and eye bags from tirelessly working on his ‘Mortal Kombat’ script.

His hand opens the door and he meets Kenshi. Kenshi is wearing a button up shirt, and pants. He’s drenched in rain water, his blindfold still on tight as ever.

“Thank you, Johnny.” Kenshi says as he walks inside and closes the door. The lighting still streaks every once in a while. Johnny chuckles handsomely at this man is in disarray. “Rough night with the ladies?”. Johnny jokes as he takes Kenshi’s hand. He leads the blind man throughout the house to a bathroom to dry off.

“No, just my flight to Japan got cancelled.” Kenshi spoke, his voice gruff from coughing out from the cold. “Still wearing my gift huh?” the actor chuckled as he noticed, when they get to the bathroom Johnny braces as he turns on the lights. He grabs Kenshi’s hand and places it on his cheek. “I haven’t forgot what you’ve done for me, but” a short silence comes. “where’s Sentō?” Johnny says confused, it’s attached to the blind man almost always. “Sent through TSA before hand so I won’t get jumped by the agents if I try to get on with a sword. “Oh, alright how the hell did you get here?” Johnny asks confused, Kenshi doesn’t respond.

“I want to remember your face.”

Kenshi spoke quietly as his hands slowly start tracing Johnny’s face. Johnny’s face reflects the shortest wavelength back at Kenshi too embarrassed to talk. Kenshi felt the warmth spread to his palm, he doesn’t comment on it and continues tracing Johnny’s face with his hands.

“Kenshi you’re gonna catch a cold, you’re still wet.” Johnny speaks, then Kenshi drags his thumb over Johnny’s lips to hush him. “Shh..” he breathes out, he feels the grooves in the man’s smile lines, the soft hair on top of his head, the ridge on his nose, and the growing stubble.

The taste of anticipation lingers on Johnny’s tounge, he lets the blind man explore his face, taking time with it. “Am I as pretty as you met me?” Johnny chuckles out, Kenshi groans but still continues tracing his face. He pulls his hands away and starts to take off his clothes, Johnny respectfully looks away. “Johnny, grab some of your clothes for me.” Kenshi says, Johnny goes quickly. His eyes already accounted for light as he turns on the lights on the house with the help of his alexa

Johnny comes back with clothes, his heart pounds in his chest as he sees Kenshi naked wrapped in a towel in front of him. “Wasting no time I see?” Johnny jokes and pins Kenshi to a wall, clothes in his other hand as he smirks. “I can practically smell your shit eating grin Johnny, give me the damn clothes.” Kenshi laughs out as he smiles along too.

“You can eh?” Johnny cocks a brow and puts his head into Johnny’s neck smiling, Kenshi feels it.. and some nips from Johnny.

“Watch it!” Kenshi laughs out as he kisses Johnny’s forehead. “Man I missed you, do you really have to go? I can help y’know I did beat you.” Kenshi just sighs. “Johnny I have to fight for my clans honor, besides you have a movie.” Johnny groans and he almost angrily hands Kenshi his clothes as he un pins him and leans on the counter looking away for Kenshi to change. “Alright alright sexy face, just promise me you’ll stay in touch.”

Kenshi gets changed and leisurely relaxes on Johnny. “Fair.” Kenshi and Johnny away quietly to the rain and thunder as they eventually creep into bed, cuddling eachother until they fall asleep intertwined in love and comfort.

[helioshellion]

hi im bucky and welcome to my long list of kiryu and majima headcanons mostly revolving around health related stuff bc that interests me. ive talked about it before but ive been wanting to reveal my mastermind plans for them. ive vaguely alluded to these all in my fics like friday night and phanto. anyways heres a list. may range from mildly nsfw but in a more medical way not a sexual manner since idc about that sort of thing

KIRYU

So for Kiryu he is a trans man who forgets his t injections every day of his life. every time he gets out of prison he has to restart on it and every time he has to go through all the initial stages once again like an evil cycle of hormones.

He has extreme nerve damage in his hands/fingertips due to severe hypothermia suffered at the end of Yakuza 5, and therefore cannot feel in his hands anymore.

Also suffers from a migraine disorder.

He deals with a very prominent compartmentalization problem stirred by his ever-changing life stages. A sort of out-of-sight-out-of-mind mentality born out of his fear of losing absolute control over his life. This goes hand-in-hand with general low empathy.

This also results in an extremely flippant attitude towards both sex and romance. He is not committal at all and does not imagine himself settling down. He is a reserved person, but he doesn’t shy away from sex. He lives in Kamurocho, after all. He’s just mostly desensitized and is mostly neutral towards it as he gets older.

 Yes hes bisexual love wins. But he has a low opinion of the men in his life thinking them callous and more difficult than he wants to deal with. This increases with his age and the worse the villains get. He almost has a mentality of needing to Win and Be Won in regards to romance. He must Prove Himself, or someone else must prove themself to Him.

Oh yeah and TMJ sorry to his jaw.

His life is in constant disarray and his self-contained environments reflect this. His living spaces are messes. Ashtrays filled with countless stamped cigarettes and shelves lined with half-eaten food and beer cans. He doesn’t want to be regarded as sloppy but theres something in his brain that makes him struggle with Cleaning his own spaces. There’s something about his mind that likes the control he has TO mess up his own space.

He has several single-tooth partial dentures mostly in his molar area. he has one prosthetic canine tooth.

He is no-op in regards to his transition. T has shrunk his chest enough that it sags loosely. If you’re curious, he’s dry as a desert down there. sorry.

He doesn’t exactly have a circadian rhythm. He sleeps and wakes up whenever he wants, and his brain does not register Night/Day. Meaning he could sleep through an entire day and his brain will not register sunlight. This results in getting him up to be extremely. Extremely difficult.

Big one, he lives with something like CTE. (Chronic traumatic encephalopathy (double parantheses because this condition cannot usually be diagnosed while someone is alive)) Which exemplifies his already present suicidal ideation and depression. Out of anyone in the series Kiryu has taken some of the Worst bodily trauma over a LONG period of time. It has taken a toll on his body and mind.

MAJIMA

Oh boy!

Majima has a hormone imbalance ever since the hole. if you remember in my fic Phanto I alluded to him being completely impotent and sterile due to a castration in the hole. He has gynecomastia and hypothyroidism but has no qualms about it. He’s not dysphoric about it at all, and tries to stay extremely vigilant about his testosterone intake (tgel, needles scare him).

Because of the above he has little to no sex drive, not to mention the extreme trauma relations to it. He has complexes on top of complexes about it. So he just doesn’t do it.

He has a weak right knee, which is the one he uses to kick/attack as he’s able to use his stronger leg as support. His arms and legs are longer than his torso, and he has an extreme slouch, which presents itself as a very permanent slouch crease on his stomach fold.

He has a distrust of men, mostly older than him, and is not a cis man, although he doesn’t have the language to describe himself or his sexuality. He’s old and doesn’t feel the need to.

Blatantly, not even just a Me headcanon, but Majima does have a mentality of needing to be beaten in order to fall in line. In relation to pretty much everything in his life. It’s much stronger the younger he is, and weakens as he gets older, aided by his improving mental state. By 7′s time, and he is an emotionally healthy person. Hiccups are to be expected, but they’re nothing to shame or be ashamed for.

In Dead Souls he discusses needing to keep his hair cut at an exact measurement. He is a massive micromanager in regards to Anything at any given moment. His living arrangements are extremely empty and uncreative.

The younger him was extremely flippant about caring for his eye, which resulted in several infections and close calls. It’s one of the reasons he decides to get his eye exenterated when he’s older. Somewhat of a symbolic thing as he works through his trauma, letting go of this thing that has clung to him, Literally an Infection. He changes things up, and lives happier for it. He wouldn’t have been alive it hadn’t been for Nishida.

He is one of the most intelligent people in the. Yakuza Team or whatever. Regardless of his deteriorating memory issues, he reads like a motherfucker and can beat anyone in almost any mind-game.

This is a byproduct of not considering the Kiwamis (majima everywhere and majima construction) as canon, but my Majima is very heavily inspired by 1, 2, and the movie iterations of Majima. Meaning, he is not a generally “nice” person. He is extremely empathetic, and reads people very well, but he tends to hold these qualities over peoples heads when he’s younger. As he gets older, these qualities shift to more. Altruistic purposes. He isn’t nice, but he is an understanding person.

I also shift the timeline around to place his marriage with Mirei before the events of 0 to allow better, smoother story progression. And I’m not going to handwave away anything he did because oh yeah did he fuck up.

Speaking of relationships, if Majima were to ever, he would be Very Attached. He is monogamous by heart, and is more about mental connections over inherently sexual or romantic. He is a One-and-Done person. He isn’t flippant like Kiryu, and holds an extreme amount of value in loyalty and love. He is not one for more monetary romantic gestures. He values touching a lot more, but discourages touching HIM. He’s stone. He feels love in being the one to touch, and for his partner to Be touched By Him. And I’m not talking about sexual practices or anything. But if that did progress to that, expect similar results.

However, adding to that, he is not going to try to “make things work” in any way. He will walk away if requested, and he will walk away at the inclination of things Just not working out. He jumps to conclusions quickly, but it is for good reason. Knowing when to bow out keeps him alive.

Back to body stuff. He has dentures along his entire bottom jaw. His top teeth are very discolored from smoking, resulting in a visible difference between his top and bottom teeth.

And whatever here’s Kazumaji bullshit too because I am predictable.

They’re more friends than lovers, if that makes sense. Regardless of the amount of love shared between them, their lives are a long string of boats passing by. Their loyalty for each other is extremely strong, and underlying love does carry this, but they can’t exactly settle down anytime soon. Majima talks to him as a confidant, not as a lover, and Kiryu speaks to him the same. It’s almost more intimate in a way. Neither of them put up fronts when they’re alone. They are both private together, speaking to each other ways they’d never speak to anyone else.

If we’re on a scale, Kiryu is the more romantically affectionate one. He’s the one who thinks of dates, who thinks of kissing, who thinks of whatever else. Majima doesn’t initiate any of this due to his before-said complexes on top of complexes.

Yet, on the flip side, Majima is the one who could most easily fall into domesticity. It’s something he’s fantasized for himself ever since he was a boy, and something he cast aside immediately following the hole. He imagined a family impossible for him, and has attempted to cast aside that part of himself. But there’s no destroying Who you Are. He wants to be a tender person. Once Saejima, his strongest familial relationship, returns, he lets that side of himself regain a foothold in his brain.

This is both supported and contradicted by canon depending on the game, but I’ll settle on one. Despite Majima’s reservations and trauma, he is more trusting than Kiryu in a lot of situations. (In Yakuza 2: “There’s nothing wrong with putting your trust in a guy...”) Kiryu will tend to be cynical and have to be “won” in order for him to put his trust in you. Majima, however, will put his trust if he feels he can, but is very liberal with rescinding it.

Kiryu goes through a phase in his romantic relationship with Majima where he feels unwanted due to Majima’s low intimacy drive. The only way that’s resolved is by talking. There’s a lot of things they cannot get out of their relationship with each other, and that’s absolutely fine. They find other things to make it work.

On the flip side....... Kiryu’s revolving-door life results in Majima feeling cast aside again and again. It’s not that Kiryu thinks of hurting Majima, but his idea of romance is very different to Majima’s. He thinks he can just put on a new skin and live out an entirely different life as a different person. This is what causes their relationship to fizzle out time and time again. Their relationship is a very, very unstable wave. It’ll be strong, weak, whatever. The bottom line is that they’re never going to be able to reach that Perfect Meeting Point.

BUT this is all from Yakuza 1-6....Post 7, and I have no idea! Maybe they can try again and see themselves more successful due to their Very different life circumstances. Without the clan to hold either of them back, maybe they can make things work. However, I can’t imagine them ever making anything “”official”” as in calling each other boyfriend Or getting married. Their relationship is strange and tumultuous but they genuinely. wholeheartedly Love each other.

[yyxandere]

How would the yandere from the Tojo Clan react to the dear one who was worked for their enemy from the Omi Alliance? Will they use harshness against her or will they try to somehow communicate when she is in their hands as a prisoner? 🥺

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

Kiryu would be heartbroken and of course, betrayed when he found out that you were using him to get some intel about the Tojo clan to be sent over to the Omi clan, and since this breaks all code of the Tojo clan and there is a high probability that you would deserve the worst punishment from the elders and the Clan head for your betrayal, the only logical course was for them to have you executed immediately. Maybe Kiryu knew about you being a part of the Omi or maybe he just found out, but in no way in hell will he let you die, he is willing to fight the whole clan again just to get you off the hook, but that doesn't mean Kiryu will forgive you immediately, no. He will give you a cold shoulder even after saving you, and for your safety, he will make you cut all ties to the Omi or anyone you know. But out of all the characters, Kiryu might be the only one to talk you out of it.

But if Kiryu manages to fall in love with an Omi member, then my god he is having mixed thoughts. Yakuza member or not Kiryu knows how love is dangerous to the Yakuza world, especially when both of you are in different clans, where both families will take you on either side and kill you on sight for your association with a Yakuza Clan member. Kiryu will keep his distance but if there is a chance he can approach you then he will take that chance.

Now for the mad dog of the Tojo clan, Majima knows the dangers of betraying the clan, he knows how they will torture you for he experienced that torture and by god's name it was hell. By chance, I think Majima knew what you were doing but he never expected to fall for you, he opened the most vulnerable part of him and he didn't even notice, yet when he knew he felt so angry he was not angry at you but himself. So when the Tojo clan found out, you better bet your ass you're gonna get abducted no matter where you are, in the middle of the streets, the store, or hell even when you are sleeping. He will keep you in a faraway place where no one would even visit. Majima would rather lose another eye than experience the torture he had to go through.

Now unlike Kiryu, Majima isn't scared to show that he took a liking to you, everybody in the Tojo clan would just pray for you. Majima easily gets bored so when he takes a liking to you he will pester you 24/7, he will demand fights and if you ever win it will always make Majima high and it encourages him to stick by your side even more. God has mercy if any members of his clan or any other clans try to fight you and manage to get you heavily hurt, they have to expect a knife to their stomach after that.

A Nishiki. We have 2 Nishiki we can talk about but we will talk about the Yakuza 0 Nishiki for now. Nishiki has a soft heart and is overly clingy, so he could have found out that you were an Omi member, unlike most of the characters in the list, Nishiki will use that fact to his advantage he will blackmail you to stay with him or he will tell the higher ups and they will decide what they will do to you, and we certainly do not want that do we?

Kind off Majima if he ever has his eyes on someone, specifically a fellow Yakuza member, he would be open to them, he would even bug them with his extroverted personality.

Kashiwagi on the other hand would infuriated by you, you are disrespecting the loyalty of the Tojo clan, you made him have a soft spot for you and this is what he hears? You were just using him for intel? He is rightfully pissed, he would not tell the upper leaders or anyone in fact scared that they might take you away from him and do whatever punishment they please. He would in fact isolate you from everyone you know.

If Kashiwagi ever had an interest in you, he would be immediately screaming at himself. Throughout the years being a part of the Yakuza he knows DEEPLY how you must hide your weakness from your enemies, but what happens if one of the enemies is your weakness, to him you are his Achilles heel.

[lemonxdaisybby]

Yay another Yakuza blog! Hi! Can I have for Masayoshi Tanimura first date headcanons? And also maybe some for Takeshi Kido??

Anything for my Y4 peeps 💕 Tani and Kido are absolute cutie patooties!

Tanimura:

Tanimura probably took forever to ask you out. He’s a busy guy, work takes up a lot of his time, and he generally just has a lot going on. The two of you would be friends, but would be pining away for each other secretly, exchanging a lot of flirty banter and often staring at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.

He would probably be spurred on by jealousy to finally ask you out. Maybe he notices someone else trying to flirt with you or catch your interest? Either way, he decides that he can’t hide his feelings any longer, and if he waits, someone else might snatch you up.

Tani would appear fairly confident when asking you out, but he’d secretly be a little nervous. A giveaway sign would be that he struggles to meet your gaze, and his eyes would be glued to the floor mainly, or flickering around the room, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. His smile is so big when you agree to the date.

For the first date, he would definitely play it safe, and also he isn’t the richest guy around, so he wouldn’t be able to plan anything elaborate. He’d opt to take you out for food. Pretty simple, but still nice.

Honestly, he’d probably be a few minutes late. Man isn’t the most organised, and probably got caught up with something. He’d come hurrying over, sheepish grin on his face and his hands shoved in his pockets, apologising profusely for keeping you waiting. The rest of the date would go off without a hitch. He’d probably choose a place with quite a relaxed setting, so the two of you can eat and chill, and chat and flirt away with ease.

Afterwards, he would definitely walk you home. Although I don’t think he’d be quite brave enough to kiss you on a first date (and also he would want to play it ‘cool’), he would hold your hand the entire walk back. He’d probably casually grab it to pull you out the way of someone or something, and from that point on, he just wouldn’t let go. Pretty smooth.

Tani wouldn’t contact you directly after the date, he might wait til the next day to drop you a text. However, as much as he tries to play it cool, he probably has your second date already planned in his head. In fact, he probably lay in bed the night of your first date, smiling to himself and going over the little details, and also thinking of cute places to go for your second date. Give him a week or so, and he’ll be asking you out again.

Kido:

Unlike Tani, Kido would ask you out pretty early on. He likely tried to brush his feelings off at first, claiming they aren’t that serious, but once he realises his crush on you isn’t budging, he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet for much longer.

He’d try so hard to appear confident and nonchalant when asking you out, as if it’s not a big deal. He’d somehow manage to slip it in to a conversation casually, something as small as ‘me and you should go out some time if you’re up for it’ kinda thing. He would probably rub the back of his neck awkwardly, before shoving his hands in his pockets. He’d probably think he looks all cool and not bothered, but he will definitely be giving off bashful vibes. He’d almost look surprised when you agree.

Kido would take you to a nice, relaxed bar for drinks, where the two of you can chat, chill out and play darts or pool/billiards.

He might be a gentleman, and let you win, or he might be a punk and absolutely destroy you at the games, it all depends really. If you’re fairly bad at both darts and billiards, he’d probably beat you once and then let you win the next game, but it would be so obvious. However, if you’re pretty good at either games, he is not gonna hold back and will go all out. Super competitive man.

Overall, it would be a fairly chill and fun date, it would almost be like hanging out with a friend, just with some flirty banter and heated gazes involved.

Kido wouldn’t think to walk you home, but he would likely initiate a kiss if he’s had a good time. Just a lil something to hopefully keep you wanting more. Once you two have left the bar, he’d pull you to a slightly more covered spot, away from prying eyes. Maybe in the doorway/alcove of a quiet looking building, or even just inside an alleyway. It would seem really shady at first. He’d sort of be like ‘come here a moment’ and grab your hand to get you to follow him. Once the two of you are away from prying eyes, he’d hesitate for just a moment, wondering if maybe he’s moving too quick, or maybe you didn’t actually enjoy the date that much and don’t want to kiss him? Eventually he’d lean in, pausing once when he’s just mere inches away from your face, giving you time to back off if needed. Once he figures you’re okay with this, he’s gonna just gently kiss you, hands resting on your waist as he deepens the kiss. He likely wouldn’t involve tongue for the first kiss, but it’s not gonna be the most innocent of kisses either, and may leave you a bit breathless.

After that, he’d walk you to a halfway point, like somewhere inbetween both your place and his, before parting ways. Again, he wouldn’t really think to walk you home properly. However, he would text you to make sure you got back okay.

[captainhoothoot]

#sakuatsu a/b/o | Yakuza Sakusa x Single Parent Atsumu

⚠️ Cw: Mentions of abuse (physical & verbal)

Atsumu is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.

His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way. is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.

His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way.

[Chapter I]

Life is not kind to omegas.

Atsumu learnt this the hard way when he first received his medical report reflecting his second gender: an omega. 

The second, when his boyfriend of two years left him for another chic, a pup growing in his womb. The third, when his current partner started showing his true colours.

Raising his fists, hard, heavy blows pelted down on Atsumu, who curled into a small ball and swallowed every broken cry from leaving his heaving chest.

It hurt.

He didn't want to let his five year old son, Nao, who was hiding in the bedroom, hear him crying and getting hurt. 

A slap to his cheek. A punch. A kick.

It was followed by more painful blows.

Why was it so hard to be happy? Why did he have to live like this? Why did he have to be born as an omega? Of all things, why did his beautiful, precious son, Nao, have to go through this? 

The quietest sob wrecked through Atsumu's beaten body.

Happiness was all, but a far fetched dream.

It didn't exist.

Yet, it was all Atsumu ever wished for. To be happy. To live life normally as an unmated omega with a five year old son. To be loved.

“You're worthless. Get out there and find a job. I need the money to pay the rent. Who let you stay under this roof? Useless omega. I'll hurt the little fucker that came out of you. He isn't even mine."

Atsumu almost laughed. Bitter distaste filled him.

What had happened to the man who'd showered him with affection and sweet, tender words? The man who professed to make him the happiest omega? The man who'd sworn to protect Nao and him?

Right- he'd lost his job, picked up gambling, and turned into a shell of a man.

Atsumu wanted to talk back. To yell. To scream and tell his useless partner to wake up and realize that he was hitting him. Hurting him. Wounding him.

Knowing that he might strike that very same hand and fist, on his son, though, terrified him. It left Atsumu swallowing the words in his mouth. Allowing his bruises to grow, his skin to bleed, and his heart to break.

Watching the frame of someone he'd actually cherished and loved once, walk away, slamming the door to the worn out apartment, Atsumu finally let the cries he had been holding back, to leave his broken body.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking much.

"Papa?" 

Atsumu shot up instantly. Nao- 

Reaching out to cradle his son’s trembling frame in his arms and tuck him close to his chest, Atsumu forced himself to pump as much of his omegan pheromones to stop his kit from being distressed and his milky scent from turning sour.

“H-hurwts?" Nao mumbled quietly, looking crestfallen and teary eyed, "Papa hurwts?"

Atsumu's heart shattered. He reeled in his tears. He had to be strong for his child. 

Shaking his head, he forced a smile onto his face, and ignored the sting from a cut near his lip.

"Baby, listen to papa okay? We need to leave. We're not safe here anymore," Atsumu's voice cracked.

Nao bobbed his head in understanding.  

Reaching a grabby hand to cling on to the hem of the thin cardigan Atsumu wore, he asked, "Papa, happwer if we leave?"

Atsumu smiled woefully, picking his son up and a backpack he'd packed with essentials months ago, when the abuse first started. 

"I don't know, my little cinnamon bun. Maybe. But I'm not gonna let yer get hurt here."

Deep in his heart, Atsumu knew that being safe was miles better than being happy. 

Happiness didn't exist.

Not for omegas. Not for him.

[Chapter II]

Carrying Nao in his arms and the backpack of essentials strapped on his back, Atsumu checked his surroundings cautiously for possible traces of his abusive partner.

The man never left for long, after hitting him.

He always came back crawling on his knees, begging for forgiveness, for lashing out at Atsumu, before another fit of rage consumed him and fists rained down on the omega's body.

It was terrifying. And it was sickening that Nao's name had been brought up earlier.

Who knew what his partner was capable of doing to his pup, in another fit of anger? 

Atsumu shook his head.

He didn't want to think about that. Nor did he dare to. He held onto his son tighter. He had to move fast.

Atsumu unlatched the front door with trembling hands and a held breath.

It hadn't been locked from the outside.

His partner had forgotten to lock it, in his fit of rage. That meant a safer escape, without having to use the windows.

"Nao, sweetheart, we're going to need to be very quiet, okay?" Atsumu whispered, scenting his kit's scent glands briefly.

Nao, being an absolute dear, nodded.

Peeking out of the door, and down the quiet hall, Atsumu released the breath he'd been holding.

There was no one in sight.

He took a step out warily. One step turned into two. Two, followed by three. 

Before he even realized, Atsumu took off, holding onto his precious little pup who made soft, excited garbles.

Ignoring the sharp pain from his legs that had been badly bruised from being beaten, Atsumu took the short flight of stairs down the escape route he'd been formulating. He ran into the bustling streets, thankful that it was a crowded evening.

That didn't stop him from seeing the familiar figure of his partner stomping back towards the apartment.

Closing in.

Atsumu's blood ran cold.

His partner never stayed out for long, always checking that Atsumu was home.

Ducking his head, lying low, adrenaline coursed through his veins. He heart fell, when he felt an angry stare bearing holes into him from afar. 

Atsumu ran.

He didn't know how long he ran, or where his feet were carrying him and his pup, but Atsumu's instincts told him to keep running as far as he could.

Away from the stretch of pachinko parlours his partner frequented. Away from the small cafe where they'd first met. Away from the place he once thought he'd be happy, until he wasn't.

Sprinting away from his abusive partner, everything started to fragment, the further he ran. Atsumu was swept away by a sense of helplessness. 

He was all alone, a single parent of a five year old, whom he'd sworn to protect and give his whole world to.

Except, Atsumu didn't have anything in his world. 

An unmated omega, that had been tossed aside, he was unwanted for being an unconventional omega.

He didn't smell sweet, nor did he produce much slick. He was a broken counterfeit- 

Everything an omega shouldn't be.

Maybe that was why his partner had gotten so fed up. Gone was the initial interest in dating a feisty omega. The empty promises to look after him and Nao. Atsumu had been left unbonded, untouched and ultimately, a punching bag-

Atsumu’s vision glazed over.

“Papa, no cry! No hurwts!” Nao’s shout stopped him from spiralling any deeper.

Of course. Sweet, little Nao was his ray of sunshine and spark of joy that kept him strong.

Atsumu would do anything to protect his pup.

Embracing the cold air caressing his cheeks and his little pup who rubbed away his tears, Atsumu ran harder, ignoring the burn in his chest and ache in his legs. He took in the rush of freedom blending into the crowd.

Failing to realize that he'd stepped foot into territory that he should never be in, Atsumu bumped into a broad, solid chest when he took a couple of turns off the main road, into a dark alleyway to catch his breath.

Lips parting to apologize frantically, every word died in his throat upon realizing that this was the infamous den of the Itachiyama clan. 

Why had his feet taken him here, of all places?

Atsumu felt dread gnawing at his insides. He held onto Nao protectively, chest heaving.

The handsome young man standing before him, was unmistakably its ruler.

An alpha. And god- he smelled divine. 

But that wasn't what Atsumu should be concerned about.

Anyone stepping foot into the Itachiyama den, never left alive.

"Please don't-"

"You're hurt." 

The man before him spoke calmly, staring at him quietly, with dark eyes that burned like hot coals.

The rich, intoxicating scent of sandalwood blanketed Atsumu. He found himself relaxing slightly, cradling Nao closer to his chest.

As much as fear crippled him, and stifled him of his speech, the man before him, didn't seem to have any ill intentions. If anything, there was an empathic look pooling in his dark eyes.

Atsumu could almost feel himself getting reeled into the depths of those orbs.

"Who would hurt such a pretty thing?" 

Oh. 𝘖𝘩. 

A flash of heat stirred in Atsumu's gut at the low timbre of the man's voice.

A long, dexterous finger rested on his bruised cheek, before a hand cradled his jaw with a touch so gentle, it hurt.

The terse silence was broken by Nao, who was never shy around strangers and fidgeting in his hold. Looking over at the man inquisitively, Nao's eyes sparkled at the dark ink swirling across that very broad chest. 

"Papa, it's cwayons?"

Atsumu almost choked. He was struck by momentary fear, shock and grief.

This was it.

The man was going to take his life. Possibly Nao's. They'd offended a Yakuza. Oh gods. 

Atsumu wished he had the heart to scold his pup, but he found himself speechless.

An amused huff sounded. 

Atsumu wouldn't have ever believed his ears, listening to the tiny chuckle and seeing the even smaller smile, that graced handsome features. 

"It's ink, little one."

Bending slightly, the man ruffled Nao's hair. Nao purred.

‘Never follow a stranger home.’

And Atsumu fell.

[Chapter III]

‘Don’t tread into Itachiyama territory.’

‘Be wary of the Itachiyama clan- especially the kumicho. They're Yakuza.’ 

Those were the things Atsumu’s Ma told him, and his twin, Osamu, multiple times, back when they were young kits.

Yet, Atsumu found himself following the footsteps of said stranger, treading deeper into Itachiyama grounds and walking behind the ruler of the Itachiyama clan.

An alpha who was not only unmated, but smelt and looked ravishing. An alpha who'd reached out and touched him and his little pup with such care and tenderness he hadn't felt in a long time. An alpha who made him feel safe, but so very strange.

Atsumu’s heart had fluttered upon meeting the alpha.

Heart hammering against his chest when the man reached out to touch him and Nao, the omega knew what he'd felt then wasn't really fear, but something more akin to falling in love.

It was trust, he'd given all too easily.

Atsumu knew better than to get his hopes up, but he couldn't fight the attraction that had a gravitating sort of pull, towards the alpha before him.

It was an emotion he hadn't quite felt before, leaving him to drop his guard and disable the walls and barriers to his heart.

Atsumu had never encountered an alpha whose pheromones left him feeling weak in the knees.

It was almost like it was fated. Like the alpha was his fated pair. 

But Atsumu didn't believe in things like that. The sharp pain throbbing in his bruises and aching legs proved that.

“You’re slowing down, with your injuries. My car's parked just down the main road. It'll be faster if I carry you and your pup. Only if you allow me to.” 

The alpha who'd been walking silently, turned back briefly, dark, obsidian eyes glinting with worry.

Atsumu’s heart thudded in his chest.

It wasn't fair for someone who was supposedly notoriously dangerous, to look this kind and compassionate.

He so wanted to melt into the alpha’s hold, but the part of him that'd always protected himself and his kit, told him to be strong and fend for himself, said otherwise. 

“I-”

“Oh! Pwincess carwwie?” Nao perked up in his hold, eyes sparkling. 

Atsumu wanted the ground to swallow him up, cheeks flushing at the way the man's eyes just softened. 

“Only if your papa lets me.”

Maybe it was the comforting scent of sandalwood that blanketed him with safety he'd never found before.

Maybe it was the low baritone of the man’s voice that made him gain his trust.

Maybe it was just how Atsumu was so tired of running.

“Atsumu.”

The man before him blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before understanding passed. A tiny smile budded on his lips. 

“And your pup?”

“Nao.”

“I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

Striding towards Atsumu, the alpha reached out to carry his pup with a strong, toned forearm with dark, swirling ink.

Nao clung onto his broad, inked chest immediately, small hands tracing at the ink, in interest.

A surge of panic coursed through Atsumu’s veins, but a low purr rumbling from Sakusa’s chest told him it was okay. 

“You like tattoos, Nao-chan?” Sakusa hummed, taking in the little pup’s look of wonderment, “I've got more on my back.”

Nao made a series of excited garbles, eyes lighting up.

The alpha found it endearing. Maybe he'd get to show the little one, more of his ink.

Snaking his other arm around Atsumu, who had been looking at the exchange with a quiet look of awe, Sakusa lifted the omega up without batting an eyelid. 

“Not quite a princess carry for your papa, but I'm sure we'll get to it.” 

Atsumu’s cheeks colored a scarlet hue.

[Chapter IV]

Perhaps it was how Sakusa had cradled Atsumu alongside Nao, settling them down gingerly into the back of his sleek sedan car. Perhaps it was how the young yakuza boss adjusted the heater in the car, retrieving soft, fluffy blankets from the boot, to cover him and his pup. Perhaps it was how Sakusa leaned over and buckled his seatbelt, before turning to Nao and doing the same. 

It was unseen chivalry- something Atsumu had not expected coming from an alpha notorious for being cold-blooded, ruthless and capable of committing the worst of crimes.

The kindness, compassion and gentleness Sakusa had shown him and Nao in the past half an hour, were things Atsumu hadn't experienced in years.

His partner hadn't shown him any kindness after losing his job. Words sharp, cutting like knives, his touch had left only bruises, wounds and scars. 

Atsumu's heart twinged at the distant memory. The pain in his bruises throbbed.

“You're safe now. I won't hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone lay their hands on you and Nao."

Something stirred from the depths of his once-broken heart.

Watching the young kumicho prop Nao up with a small pillow, Atsumu's heart clenched at the small, bemused smile gracing slightly chapped lips, seeing his pup reach out and grab a slim, inked digit like a child seeking their parent.

'Sakusa would make a good father for Nao,' the omega mused.

Atsumu shut his train of thoughts there and then. He swallowed the hope and desire igniting in him, to have an alpha like Sakusa, in his life.

It would never work out.

Not for an omega like him.

"Don go, Uncwle Omi omi" Nao mumbled sleepily, gripping onto Sakusa's index finger.

A low, soothing rumble emitted from the alpha's chest. The calming scent of sandalwood filled the car.

"I don't intend to go anywhere, Nao-chan, but someone needs to drive," Sakusa chuckled softly, using his other hand to weave through soft tuffs of hair, "Rest easy and sleep. You're tired, little one."

Turning to Atsumu, dark eyes brimmed fiercely, with what looked to be a mix of warmth, fondness and something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

The omega barely registered that Sakusa had spoken.

"Don't worry about anything, Atsumu. I'll take care of it."

Inhaling the alpha's pheromones left Atsumu grappling and drowning. He didn't understand the emotions running through his entirety, but he trusted Sakusa.

Blanketed in warmth, the scent of sandalwood and a promise that his pup and him were safe, Atsumu's eyelids drooped.

Weariness consumed him.

The omega forgot about the ache settling in his bones, and the pain in his bruises that were beginning to purple. Drifting into a deep slumber, Atsumu was oblivious to the soft, fleeting press of chapped lips on his forehead.

"I'll take care of you and Nao."

[Chapter V]

The drive was a silent one. 

Glancing up from the rearview mirror, Sakusa took in the bruises scattering across what could be smooth, tan unblemished skin. Instead, it was marred with ugly wounds, haunting blue-blacks and open cuts, showing signs of abuse.

It had to be months. Maybe even years.

How long had Atsumu gone through it? What had Nao seen, growing up as a young pup? How could anyone do something so cruel to such a beautiful omega who had such an endearing, little pup?

Sakusa's heart ached.

Within the empathy budding in his chest, there was something darker. An anger rearing its ugly head, fury boiling in his veins and a rage that was all consuming, igniting in his core, to hurt the scumbag who dared lay a hand on Atsumu and even Nao.

Sakusa took a deep inhale, controlling his temper.

The sweet scent of vanilla, spices and honeycomb wafting from Atsumu, caged the wrath in him.

The alpha sighed softly. He focused on how the blonde omega and his young pup were relaxed and slumbering, worn out from everything they'd been put through. 

No more.

Sakusa was going to protect them.

A newfound determination and promise to look after Atsumu and Nao, the young kumicho made a quick hands-free call to his right-hand man.

"Motoya, find out everything you can about Miya Atsumu and who he was staying with. Bring that 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 to me."

*

Sakusa was not a kind man by any means.  Brought up to take over the Itachiyama syndicate, he had seen his fair amounts of bloodshed, darkness and violence from young. Hands tainted with blood, holding onto the reins of power meant committing crimes to keep the syndicate going.

Even then, the first time Sakusa laid his eyes on a blonde omega walking down the street near the Itachiyama territory, belly rounded with a pup, it struck something in his chords.

A streak of possessiveness.

A desire.

A want.

Sakusa wanted the omega, and as the young kumicho of the notorious Itachiyama group, there wasn't anything he couldn't get his hands on. Yet, a rational part of himself told him that it was best not to lay his hands on a pregnant omega, clearly out of his reach.

Gaze fixated on the blonde omega, Sakusa noted how the back of his neck was bare of a bond mark and a mating bite.

A spark of interest flickered in his heart.

He licked his lips.

Daring to step closer, the sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices- everything that smelt like home, called out to him.

Sakusa’s mouth watered. 

What the alpha hadn't realized then, was that he had found his fated pair.

Eyes trailing after the omega who was broader and stronger looking than most, he smelt so ever sweet. Yet, there were instances in which the blonde omega looked so small and fragile, cradling onto his belly, eyes downcast.

Who dared to put such a terrible look on someone so alluring and beautiful? 

Sakusa's heart had clenched in his chest, an ache building in his chest to reach out and comfort the pregnant, unmated omega. But Sakusa had held himself back, and resisted the innate instinct as an alpha, telling him to go forward to console the blonde omega.

He had rules to follow, and treading any further into the Inarizaki territory was not ideal.

Turning back to his territory where there was work to be done as the kumicho of Itachiyama, Sakusa had ignored the sharp pang in his chest, and told himself that perhaps, someday, the paths taken by the blonde omega and him would cross.

[Chapter VI]

"Atsumu," Sakusa murmured softly.

The drive back to his apartment had taken less than fifteen minutes. Over the course of the short drive, his train of thoughts had gone on a wild ride, distant memories of a familiar looking blonde omega, filling his headspace.

Staring at Atsumu carefully, it became growingly apparent, that the omega seated at the back of his car, looking battered, bruised and holding on to Nao in a steadfast grip, was the splitting image of the pregnant omega he'd seen years ago.

The same omega who'd caught his attention and left him grappling with a yearning want- a fierce desire to protect. The same omega who'd he longed to reach out to, comfort, console and care for. The same omega who'd smelt like everything he ever wanted in his life. Home, love, fate-

Atsumu.

The sudden epiphany had Sakusa gripping onto the steering wheel, breath hilting in his throat. He took in a deep, shuddering inhale.

How hadn't he realized this any earlier? How hadn't he identified the familiarity of the omega who smelt so sweet and prime, to his liking? How hadn't he realized that his fated mate was right before him?

Stepping out of the driver's seat as quietly as he could even as his heart ran a hundred miles per second, Sakusa opened the car door to the back seat gingerly. He spared a moment to admire the tiny scrunch of Atsumu's upturned nose as he stirred.

A rush of fondness filled his heart.

God- Atsumu was beautiful.

A whimper left parted lips.

Sakusa frowned. Pumping out pheromones to ease the distress, the alpha stroked the bruise on Atsumu's cheek with a trembling finger.

It had turned an ugly shade of purple.

Something akin to guilt, blanketed Sakusa's entirety. 

Those bruises, injuries, wounds- if he'd stepped in sooner, from the very first time he saw Atsumu, could all of this been prevented? Could he have stopped the omega before him from getting hurt?

He took in the scars and signs of abuse marking what could have been unblemished, tan skin. The darkness in Sakusa grew, like a gestating fetus.

“Omi?”

Amidst the darkness gnawing at his conscience, Atsumu's quiet whisper brought him back to reality.

A tiny smile tugged on his lips at the nickname. He caressed the omega's cheek with a tenderness he never knew a yakuza like him could muster.

"𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶."

[Chapter VII]

𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶.

It was the first time Atsumu had heard his name being called out so tenderly, with such raw fondness that his heart clenched and ached in his throbbing chest.

Only two people on this planet had ever called him that, and they were his Ma and twin, Osamu.

"Omi, where's-" 

Atsumu's thoughts were in turmoil. Sitting up groggily, he barely registered how the car had come to a stop, and Sakusa was leaning in close, the heat of his palm, warm against his cheek.

It was a touch so gentle, he found himself purring unconsciously.

He'd missed this. He'd missed something as simple as a  touch, that felt too good to be true. 

Atsumu nuzzled into the yakuza's touch instinctively, before a wave of clarity struck him. Shying away from the touch, panic surged through his entirety. Nao-

The omega relaxed when he saw his pup, fast asleep beside him, huddled in a blanket. 

"Atsumu, I brought you back to my apartment."

A large palm rested atop his.

Atsumu did not flinch away from the touch. Not even when Sakusa's wrist brushed against his gently. Scent marking.

It was something bound to happen if he had to step into the alpha's den. This was just a small appetizer of how Sakusa smelt, and what was to come.

Atsumu shifted unconsciously, thighs rubbing.

The scent of bergamot wormed its way into him, carved a mark on his scent glands and the omega welcomed it. It smelt like comfort, safety and even more, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

Atsumu met Sakusa's unwavering gaze.

His breath hitched in his throat for the umpteenth time. He allowed himself to drown in the dark pools of emotions swirling in obsidian eyes.

Atsumu didn't understand why he didn't feel the need to put up any pretenses or guard himself. He simply felt safe with Sakusa and perhaps- just 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, this was fate.

“Let me princess carry you up this time?" Sakusa breathed, the low timbre of his voice carrying so much warmth, fondness and unmuted affection that the mirth almost went unnoticed.

Atsumu nodded shyly.

Even though his bruises and wounds ached as he carried a sleeping Nao, he didn't miss the flutter in his chest and the crushing wave of emotions surfacing in his heart when he was bundled up into Sakusa's strong arms. 

It was love.

[Chapter VIII]

It was one thing to be carried. Another, to be held.

Atsumu cradled a slumbering Nao close to his chest. A spark ran down his spine at the strong forearm that was wrapped around his waist and the other, under the back of his thighs.

Carried towards the lift lobby of Sakusa's apartment, Atsumu tried not to make eye contact with men who looked like bodyguards on duty. Inked and clad in black fitted suits. 

Right, he had almost forgotten about the alpha's notoriety as the young kumicho of Itachiyama.

Atsumu should've been afraid. Yet, he wasn't. If anything, he was intrigued. 

Glancing at the glistening surface of black quartz, Atsumu would be lying if he said that he didn't feel the least bit intimidated. He couldn't imagine how much it was, to own an apartment here.

It was almost like he didn't belong.

A filthy, bruised omega like him, carrying a pup in a building like this, was something out of the question. Atsumu knew he had to be a sight for sore eyes. 

A wave of shame blanketed him.

"Omi, I'm heavy, yer can put me down-" 

His breath hitched in his throat when Sakusa stared at him sharply. Atsumu thought he saw a spark of challenge, heat and something else flashing across dark eyes. 

"I can handle a lot more than you think, Atsu. Who do you think I am?"

Sakusa smiled good-naturedly, letting him down on his two feet.

Atsumu swallowed the words dying at the back of his throat. Ignoring the sharp, throbbing pain in his legs, he steadied himself and Nao, who shifted in his embrace.

Slim, inked digits retrieved a sleek, black card. Atsumu could only muster a soft gasp when Sakusa swiped his card, before picking him and Nao back up, single handedly.

(He was confident that he caught a glimpse of a pleased smirk tugging on the corner of Sakusa's lips when they entered the lift, headed towards the 54th storey.)

Sakusa was strong, and a part of Atsumu wondered just how much the alpha could actually take.

Flustered by the display of strength, Atsumu's eyes drifted towards the ink peeking from sleeves that were rolled up toned, veiny forearms. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his gaze travelled upwards to take in sculptured features. The soft pink of slightly chapped lips, the tall bridge of the alpha’s nose, and dark, obsidian eyes that bore into him, staring at him warmly. 

Atsumu flushed. Averting his gaze, a rumble emitted from Sakusa’s chest at the same time a quiet purr left his parted lips.

The alpha made his heart race and the gravitating pull Sakusa had on him felt more than just mere attraction.  There was certainly something remarkably attractive about the alpha, but it went beyond his looks, charm and physique.

It wasn't just his pheromones that drove the omega in Atsumu wild.

It was Sakusa's chivalry- how he had treated him with all the tenderness in the world, like he was precious, and how that fondness, care and gentleness wasn’t just directed to him alone, but his pup, Nao.

It was all the reason Atsumu felt a growing anxiety of people living in the building, stepping into the lift lobby, seeing him in Sakusa's arms.

He wasn't worthy. He never had been.

"Omi, yer should put me down. I.. What if others see?"

Sakusa's dark eyes bore into him. Hurt morphed into a fierceness and fondness that had Atsumu's breath hitching. 

"I don't care what others think. I promised I'd take care of you and Nao. Besides, I own this building."

Atsumu's jaw dropped.

To him, the building being owned by Sakusa was mind-boggling, but what he couldn't get his head around, was why the alpha would go through such extents for an omega like him. What Sakusa had said sounded less like a promise, and more of a declaration.

"Sakusa, why?"

Sakusa smiled at him tenderly, cupping his cheek.

"Because." 

'Because I fell for you three years ago when I first laid my eyes on you walking down the street, pregnant with a kit and failed to realize you were my fated mate' went unsaid.

[Chapter IX]

Warmth bloomed in Sakusa’s chest at the soft gasp of awe, and the sweet scent wafting from the omega in his arms, the moment the doors to his penthouse apartment opened. Carrying a starstruck Atsumu all the way to the open living space of his den, he settled the omega on his sofa, taking care not to jostle him too much, lest Nao woke up. 

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll get some toiletries and spare clothes so that you can wash up."

Straightening his back, Sakusa ran his fingers through soft blonde locks of hair, a pleased sound rumbling in his chest when the omega’s scent turned impossibly sweeter.

Atsumu purred, melting into his touch.

It was like this was meant to be- two individuals finding each other and completing one another. It felt surreal having his fated pair right in his living quarters. It no longer felt empty or a place he came back to, just to wash up and sleep. It felt right, just having Atsumu and Nao right there. 

It finally felt like home.

*

Atsumu basked in the tenderness of the alpha’s dexterous fingers carding through his hair. He almost whined in protest when it left. 

It was a touch that lingered.

The strong scent of sandalwood in Sakusa’s den pacified him, easing the dull ache in his limbs.

Atsumu glanced down at his socked feet and tugged his sweatpants up, wincing at the sight of purplish bruises that marred his tan skin. Gaze shifting to his pup, the omega softened seeing how Nao lay slumbering on the sofa, limbs outstretched like a starfish. 

The sight alone brought Atsumu great comfort. He knew that everything had been worth it, getting his pup and himself out of the wretched place, where Nao’s safety had been compromised.

Not anymore.

“Nao looks like he's making himself home already.”

A low baritone sounded right by Atsumu's ear. The omega startled, before he relaxed, offering Sakusa a smile. 

"Yeah."

Taking in the fond look in the alpha's eyes, Atsumu fidgeted. He didn't know how to address the elephant in the room.

Why was Sakusa being so nice to him? Why had the alpha gone to the extent of bringing Nao and him to his apartment? Why did the yakuza kumicho look at him with such tenderness and longing?

"Omi-"

"Take a shower first, Atsumu," Sakusa murmured firmly, handing him a fluffy towel and soft linen shirt, "I'll tend to your wounds after." 

Atsumu gnawed at the inside of his cheek, worried that Nao would awaken in an unfamiliar environment. Sakusa sensed this. He thumbed the insides of Atsumu's wrist gently.

A full body shudder raked down the omega's spine. 

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll show Nao my tattoos if he wakes up," Sakusa teased, "Unless… You're afraid of missing out on it?"

[Chapter X]

Atsumu 'bolted' straight for the shower room after he got a brief direction of where it was. He didn't quite bolt with pain surging through his battered body, but he shuffled as quickly as he could, ignoring the way his cheeks flared under Sakusa's watchful eyes.

He had not expected the sudden dip in the alpha's voice that bordered between the lines of mirth and sultriness. God- Atsumu was a mess right now.

The mischievous glint in the alpha's dark eyes remained etched on his mind even as he fumbled with his clothes and stepped into the large shower.

Yelping in surprise when hot water came pelting down on his body, he gradually relaxed under the steam.

Sakusa hadn't left him with any other toiletries. Eyeing the bottle of shampoo the alpha used, Atsumu debated against using it, before reasoning that it was probably alright to, considering how he had to stink from running and sweating bullets. Lathering himself up with soap, he sighed in gratification at how good the shampoo smelt. It had to be worth plenty. 

Something about smelling like the alpha made Atsumu's heart skip a beat.

His thoughts ran back to a certain tall, brooding curly haired alpha, before steering towards how far down the tattoos on Sakusa's body went. The alpha did say that he had more on his back and- the omega flushed a darker shade of red.

It was as though the treacherous fluttering in his heart and heat stirring in his belly hadn't already given him away. 

Atsumu was attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza head of the Itachiyama clan.

A part of Atsumu knew nothing good could ever come out of it, as his past relationships had shown, but something about Sakusa felt different. It ignited a hope in him that he was worth looking at and being fawned over. That he was valued, even as a single parent. That he was attractive, even as an omega none of his partners had loved. 

Sakusa made him feel like he was loved.

And it was a crazy feeling that shouldn't have made any sense, considering how he'd just met the alpha in an alleyway.

It felt like fate. Like it was meant to be.

Atsumu's heart twinged in his chest.

Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved when the water stopped automatically. He dried off with the towel Sakusa had passed to him. Staring at the long sleeved linen shirt provided, Atsumu's stomach dropped. 

There weren't any pants or underwear. 

[Chapter XI]

"𝘋...𝘋𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺?" 

The moment Sakusa heard this, he reeled back in slight disbelief. Glancing down at the tiny fist gripping onto the hem of his sleeve, a wave of affection gushed- no, flooded his chest at how adorable Nao looked, sitting up sleepily.

His dark hair was like a bird's nest, and it had an abundance of cowlicks. It was endearing.

Sakusa hadn't felt his heart this full in a long time. It was a simple, yet profound kind of happiness the kumicho had been yearning for.

"Hey, little one," The alpha cooed softly, ruffling Nao's hair, heart almost bursting at its seams when the young pup crawled towards him, clambering onto his lap like a child seeking their parent, before squishing his face into his chest.

"Your papa went to take a shower. Did you rest well, Nao?"

The pup nodded, small fingers prodding and tracing at the ink swirling across his chest. Sakusa combed his fingers through  Nao's hair carefully in return, and bounced the little one on his lap.

"Why does Nao-chan like my tattoos so much?" Sakusa inquired fondly. 

Nao pulled away, small hands grabbing onto his shirt.

"I like them! They're pwetty!" He beamed, tracing a traditional Japanese cloud tattoo, "It looks better than the purpwle cwayon on papa."

Sakusa's heart shattered. Bitter distaste filled his mouth. God- just what had Nao seen growing up, in a household where one of his parents was abused, and the other, an abuser? Had Nao been subjected to it?

Sakusa felt sick.

The emotions building in his chest were not just empathy, compassion and guilt. There was a fierce overpowering desire to protect, love and cherish. There was also a growing wrath to hurt and give whoever who'd brought upon such pain and hurt to Atsumu and his pup, anguish, tenfold. 

"Nao, cupcake, did you ever get hurt there?"

Nao cocked his head, not quite understanding Sakusa's words. 

"Did anyone give you or your Papa the ouchies at home?" Sakusa murmured, holding his breath as he stroked the pup's rosy cheeks.

"Only papa," Nao chimed, nuzzling into his chest, "Nao heard papa cwying behind the door. Papa said never to go out or a monstwer would cwatch Nao." 

Sakusa exhaled heavily.

A part of him was relieved that Nao never got physically involved, but the other part of him was outraged. How dare anyone lay their filthy hands on his fated pair? How dare anyone hurt Atsumu? How dare anyone abuse an omega? His omega?

"Omi," Nao nudged Sakusa's chest after a minute, looking up at him with large, doe eyes filled with curiosity, "Is Omi Nao's dwaddy?" 

Sakusa met Nao's gaze with a look of endearment, "I'm not your daddy, Nao-chan. But I can be."

[Chapter XII]

The sound of slipper-clad feet padding down the hallway, caught Sakusa’s attention. Turning back briefly from a contented Nao drawing on his chest, all the words he had to say, died in his throat at the sight of Atsumu emerging, in his white long sleeved button down.

It was too big on his toned yet slender frame, revealing a tan shoulder and smooth long legs that had the alpha drooling, if it weren't for the purplish bruises and signs of abuse, that made his heart ache.

The sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices coming from Atsumu was strong and cloyingly sweet, even under the smell of his body wash. Something about how the omega smelled more like him, brought the alpha in Sakusa wild and very well pleased.

A darker part of him wanted to smother Atsumu in his pheromones, but that could wait. 

"Papa!" Nao garbled excitedly, making grabby hands.

Atsumu’s face lightened up, shuffling over awkwardly. He maintained a safe distance, which was strange. Was the omega still afraid of him?

"Atsumu, come sit down. I'll tend to your wounds and bruises," Sakusa offered, ignoring the treacherous part of him that admired the way those firm thighs rippled with every small step the omega took.

Atsumu looked a bit flustered by that. Tugging the hem of the button-down that rested dangerously above his upper thighs, it took a few seconds for things to click in Sakusa's head. 

Oh. 

He hadn't passed Atsumu any sweatpants or underwear, assuming that they were too big and would simply slip right off.

The knowledge that the omega was all bare except for the linen shirt clinging onto his frame, sent a surge of heat in Sakusa's veins. He resisted the itch building under his fingernails to reach out and caress his fated pair.

"I- it's okay, Omi. You don't need to trouble yourself with that. You've already done so much to help," Atsumu mumbled, cheeks a rosy pink. 

"No, I insist, Atsumu," Sakusa spoke firmly, "I don't want those bruises marking your pretty skin for good."

Atsumu's scent turned sweeter.

The alpha took a greedy inhale, before carrying Nao off his lap, and standing to his full height. The pup pouted, eyes watering at being separated from Sakusa.

"I'll go get the medical kit."

Turning away, Sakusa halted in his steps when Nao's milky scent turned sour, a sob tearing from the pup's lips. Atsumu panicked, as did his stomach drop. 

"Omi… Dwaddy… Don't go! Don't leave Papa and Nao, dwaddy."

A hitched breath broke the momentary silence in the room.

Sakusa met Atsumu's eyes, blown wide with a mix of shock, disbelief and awe, before it morphed into something the alpha had hoped he wouldn't see. 

Disapproval.

"Nao! Don't go spluttering nonsense," Atsumu hissed, averting his gaze, carrying his crying pup, "Omi- Sakusa's not your daddy."

The alpha felt his heart break. It plummeted straight to the ground. But it didn't matter. Sakusa had always been a fighter. He had never given up on the things he wanted.

Having experienced the longing want after giving up on something- someone, he wasn't about to give up again. 

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦?"

[Chapter XIII]

Sakusa's words carried weight, blanketing the living room with terse silence. It did not sound like a joke or a slip of the tongue.

To say that Atsumu was utterly shell shocked by what the alpha had said, would be an understatement. He was astounded, and at a complete loss for words. Even Nao went quiet, looking on at the exchange quizzically.

It was one thing to feel the compelling tug of fate in his chest, and another, to embrace it altogether, when Atsumu had spent years convincing himself that an omega like himself was never going to experience happiness and boundless affection from an alpha.

Was it okay to be happy? Was it okay to trust another alpha? Was it okay to fall head over heels for someone he'd just met, but felt as though he'd known for a lifetime?

The tension in the air was palpable.

Sakusa and Atsumu gazed into each other's eyes longingly, exchanging what words could not express. Their scents intermingled, along with Nao's milky scent. The living room smelt sweet, warm and homely. It was like this was meant to be. A family.

In Sakusa’s eyes, Atsumu saw a fierce, undying love, fervent want and promise to protect. His breath faltered in his chest.

All the words he wanted to say- every doubt, uncertainty and fear, remained lodged at the back of his throat. Atsumu couldn't bring himself to say anything, enraptured by the alpha before him. 

It didn't seem to matter anymore.

There was no use in trying to put on pretences and deny how much the omega wanted the alpha. He could no longer fight the voice inside of him, telling him that this was everything he had ever asked for. To be loved, cherished, and accepted.

Sakusa’s status as a Yakuza kumicho didn't matter. Atsumu being a single parent and an omega scorned for being unlike typical omegas, didn't either.

A part of Atsumu was terrified that he could wind up getting hurt again, but he trusted his gut instincts.

Sakusa wouldn't let that happen.

None of it mattered when the alpha inched forward painfully close, and cradled his cheek with trembling fingers, almost like he was afraid of hurting him. His other hand soothed Nao's hair.

The urge to cry formed a knot at the back of Atsumu’s throat. So this was what happiness was like.

“Give me a chance to prove my worth, Atsumu,” Sakusa murmured softly, lips brushing against his, “Please let me prove that I'm an alpha befitting to be yours, and Nao’s."

Atsumu’s lower lip quivered. It wasn't just a leap of faith for him, but for Sakusa. He couldn't stop the sob that finally ripped its way through his chest. Atsumu nodded once. He was willing to give this a shot.

Atsumu barely registered the softest press of lips on his forehead, before an all encompassing warmth embraced him and Nao, into a place he could finally call home. 

"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥."

[Chapter XIV]

Atsumu had forgotten the warmth one's palms could bring. It was something he hadn't felt in years. 

Relaxing under Sakusa's touch, he allowed the alpha to tend to his wounds with tender, loving care, slender digits working down his aching calves.

Rubbing ointment to every bruise that was now a moorish purple, Atsumu's breath caught in his throat when Sakusa looked up from where he was kneeling between his feet, pressing a soft kiss on each and every one of his bruises, starting from the ones littering his ankle.

"Omi, it's dirty-"

"You just took a shower," The alpha huffed, shaking his head, lips continuing its trail up his calves, leaving a fire in its wake.

Eyes blazing with heat, Atsumu could only swallow a pitiful whine at what he saw reflected in those dark eyes that held a galaxy in them.

A promise to protect, paired with fierce passion and utmost adoration. 

He felt like an entity being worshipped.

Heart racing in his chest at the devotion the alpha showered him with, it sped up, when Sakusa pulled away to press a kiss on Nao's temple. Atsumu felt slightly giddy, seeing the tiny smile on Sakusa's lips the moment his pup lit up and gave him a wet smooch in return.

"Nao really likes you," He mumbled quietly, fiddling with his fingers. 

"Nao doesn't like Omi. Nao loves dwaddy!" Nao all but declared, "Nao loves papa too!"

Atsumu's lips quirked up. Sakusa chuckled.

Atsumu honestly couldn't get his head around how the yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama accepted, and loved not just him, but Nao. It was something he would have never dared to think or dream of.

Relishing in the way calloused fingers worked its way up his thighs, Atsumu briefly wondered when was the last time he'd felt warmth and protection from an alpha. It had to be the last time he was permitted to see his brother, Osamu.

Carrying a then two-year-old Nao to meet his twin, Atsumu recalled that was when the abuse had first started, bruises blooming across his ribs, hidden under his shirt from prying eyes. Brushing away the concern in Samu's knowing eyes, he had lied to Osamu that everything was alright.

Atsumu had never thought that that would be the last time he'd see his brother again.

His abusive partner had forbidden him from meeting his friends and family, going as far as to discard his mobile phone and lash out when Atsumu tried to fight back.

"Atsumu- sweetheart, what's wrong? Am I being too rough?" 

Atsumu reeled back. The tears glazing his vision slid down his cheeks. He shook his head. 

Sakusa had only been kind and gentle.

It was the memories and trauma plaguing him, that made everything hurt.

A part of Atsumu yearned to get into contact with his brother again, but that was impossible, without a mobile. His lower lip trembled. He missed Samu. 

Was Osamu living well? Was he distraught when Atsumu stopped replying altogether? Had he forgotten about him?

After three years, the omega wanted nothing more than to tell his brother that he'd finally managed to run away and escape from his abuser. That Nao and him were finally safe, in what had to be the most dangerous, yet compassionate man's den. That he had found fate, happiness and love, in an alpha he'd never expected, in the shortest time possible. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama.

"Atsumu, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦-"

Sakusa rose to his feet and took a seat right next to him. Cradling his jaw gingerly, the alpha pumped out pheromones and stroked his cheek in tandem. 

"What's wrong?"

"I miss my brother,"Astumu admitted, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, "I haven't had contact with Samu since… since 𝙝𝙚 forbade me from meeting anyone and took away everything."

A growl tore through Sakusa's chest.

"I'll take care of 𝙝𝙞𝙢," Sakusa murmured darkly, "You have my word, Atsumu."

A tremor ran down Atsumu's spine, as did a flare of heat ignite in his belly. He did not dare to think what the kumicho of the Itachiyama syndicate was capable of.

"Try giving your brother a call. I'll take care of Nao," Sakusa's tone softened, retrieving his mobile from his pocket.

Staring at Atsumu wistfully, he whispered, "I cannot imagine being apart from someone you love for so long."

Atsumu took the mobile phone with quivering fingers. How was he ever going to repay Sakusa for everything he'd done? How was he so lucky to have met an alpha who loved and protected this fiercely? How could he possibly express the love and gratefulness in his heart?

Robbed of his speech, Atsumu poured everything he couldn't say into action. He leaned in and gave Sakusa a chaste kiss, heart fluttering at the throaty groan emitting from the alpha's lips. 

'Thank you', 'I'm forever indebted' and 'I love you', went unsaid. 

[Chapter XV]

The chaste press of lips was enough to stir something all consuming in Sakusa. A low, guttural growl of approval worked its way out of his chest. The surprising forwardness of Atsumu left the alpha yearning for more.

Fingers twitching by his sides restlessly, the kumicho wanted nothing more than to caress the omega’s cheek and lick his way into that hot, slick mouth. A part of him wondered if he was going too far, but seeing how the omega melted under his touch instantaneously, trusting him, left Sakusa’s mind whirling, body moving on autopilot.

Atsumu's lips were plush, soft, and sweet.

He tasted divine, and the homely scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices wafting together with the smell of his shampoo was everything Sakusa had ever wanted.

A reflection of warmth on a chilly autumn’s day, the omega carried gold and beauty the alpha simply drowned and relished in. Finding himself chasing after those very lips even after they parted for air, Sakusa was still not satiated.

He wanted more. He wanted Atsumu. He wanted everything the omega had to give.

Was he being too greedy? 

Maybe he was, but Sakusa didn't want to frighten Atsumu with the darker side of himself.

The alpha took a steady exhale, nostrils flaring. Swallowing the urge to delve into the heat of those lips, Sakusa ran his digits through blonde hair, lips curling into a smile when the omega purred. Gaze drifting to Nao who'd been staring at them, the alpha was mortified, having kissed Atsumu in front of their pup.

“Take your time on the phone, sweetheart. I'll be in the office next door with Nao,”  The kumicho murmured, glancing back at Atsumu who whispered something into Nao’s ear.

“If you need anything- 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, just know that I’ll give you my everything.”

Sakusa knew just how important it was for Atsumu to get connected with his family and in particular, his twin brother again.

3 years was not a short period of time.

He couldn't imagine what the omega had to go through, being cut off from his family so abruptly. He was determined to provide all the help Atsumu needed. 

The abuse the omega had gone through was hard to stomach. It made Sakusa furious just casting his gaze down the smooth expanse of the omega’s legs, bruises running down its length. The anger only grew, thinking of the things Nao had to experience as a young pup.

Speaking of Nao, Sakusa's heart softened at the sight of a very adorable pup toddling over to him, before clinging onto his thighs.

“Dwaddy, carry, pwease,” Nao asked politely, looking up at Sakusa who loomed over him like a tall, sturdy tree.

The alpha chuckled.

As much as hearing Atsumu talk about his ex partner earlier evoked wrath and anger in him for the umpteenth time, everything melted away carrying a giggling Nao and Atsumu who smiled warmly.

Sakusa was determined to take care of things.

Even if it turned into a bloody mess.

Swallowing his bloodlust, the kumicho kept it tucked away, and parted from Atsumu with Nao bundled into his arms. Halting in his steps when the omega tugged on the hem of his sleeve with a shy look of uncertainty, Sakusa wondered what was wrong.

“What's-”

“Will you… Can- Can you please kiss me again?” 

Atsumu’s voice came out small, trailing off.

Sakusa managed to catch it despite the blood roaring through his veins at the omega’s words.

A crushing wave of adoration blanketed him.

Reaching out, the alpha pecked the omega’s forehead, tip of his nose and those soft lips which parted instinctively. Making sure he covered Nao’s eyes this round, Sakusa swallowed the sweetest whine emitting from the back of Atsumu’s throat. He savored how Atsumu tasted like the richest honey, before pulling away. 

Everything about kisses shared with the omega was perfect. 

[Chapter XVI]

Kissing Sakusa was a near otherworldly experience. Igniting a fire in the pits of his belly, Atsumu had never known this- whatever 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 was, could feel so good. The way the alpha lapped at the roof of his mouth hungrily, his slick, experienced tongue exploring the hot cavern, swallowing every quiet moan like it was a gift given to him. 

Everything Sakusa did, felt sublime.

A shudder raked through Atsumu’s body. His knees almost buckled under his weight. 

“I won't be able to stop if we continue, Atsumu,” Sakusa admitted truthfully, pulling away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks. 

Atsumu turned a bright hue of red in response. Heart fluttering in his chest, stomach twisted into knots, the way Sakusa made him feel was like he was everything the alpha needed, and ever wanted. Watching the kumicho leave the room carrying Nao like a fatherly figure, a part of Atsumu yearned to say ‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰?’.

The more rational part of him chided himself.

There were important things that needed to be done first and foremost.

Atsumu was desperate to speak to Osamu after 3 long years.

Ever since his previous partner had forbidden him to get into contact with his family, it wasn't like the omega hadn't tried sneaking around to call Osamu or find his phone to seek help when the abuse got worse.

Every hope had died in his chest when his ex found out about it and smashed his phone in a fit of anger, throwing it into the corner of the room, nearly hitting Nao. It had been a terrifying lesson for Atsumu, and a tough pill to swallow that the abuse was not okay.

Holding on to a mobile phone again, felt strange. Foreign.

Atsumu still felt as though his ex was going to appear from out of nowhere and start punishing him. His hands shook at the vivid memory, the ache from the bruises on his legs becoming painfully apparent.

Why had he been so foolish not to tell Osamu anything, the last time they met?

It would have never led to this.

Maybe Atsumu would have been safe and protected Nao better. Maybe he wouldn't have had to experience the harshness of a palm slapping across his cheek, a steel-like grip wrapping around his ankle, throwing his balance off, before sock-clad feet jabbed at his ribs. Maybe…

No.

What Atsumu experienced together with Nao had allowed him to meet Sakusa. It was by fate that they were led into Itachiyama, to the kumicho, bringing him to safety, and a place he could finally call home.

An alpha Atsumu trusted and dared to bare his entirety to.

Sakusa.

Atsumu took in a shaky breath, lifting his wrist to sniff his scent glands that had been subtly scent marked before the alpha had left the room with Nao. The scent of sandalwood comforted him, placating the anxiety and bad memories.

It gave him newfound courage. 

Touching his lips idly, Atsumu stared at the mobile phone in his hands. He keyed in a number that was etched and engraved into his heart. Tapping on the call button with shaky fingers, the omega dialed the number and held a breath.

A turmoil of mixed emotions surged in his chest. Atsumu’s throat constricted, upon hearing a voice that was all too familiar, even after three long, painful years. Eyes glazing over with tears, a rivulet slipped down his cheeks. Atsumu barely registered its wetness, breath catching in his throat.

“Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”

“... Samu, it's me.”

The line went silent. Atsumu’s heart fell.

[Chapter XVII]

The pin-drop silence over the other end of the line went on for minutes.

It was uncomfortable, unnerving and tense.

Leaving Atsumu wallowing in anxiety, worry and fear, the omega could not find it in himself to believe that his twin brother might've just hung up on him.

A fresh sheen of tears gathered in his eyes and threatened to run down his cheeks. 

"’Samu…?"

The line remained eerily quiet.

Crescent moons formed under nails digging into the flesh of slightly calloused palms. A tremor raked down Atsumu’s form, as did a choked, broken sob tear through his heaving chest. Clutching on to what was left of its remains, with a weak, trembling fist, he could not stop the first rivulet of tears streaking down his cheeks, followed closely by a second, and another. 

He had it coming. He deserved this.

It was all his fault.

Atsumu had always known that Osamu was going to hate him for disappearing into thin air, and cutting contact for no rhyme or reason for three whole years.

He should have known better- stood his ground firmly and fought to speak to his brother, even if that meant getting punished severely by his ex. He should have been braver and muster the courage to tell his twin that he was being abused, the last time they met in person. He should have done more.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

The other end of the line was quiet.

Until it wasn't. 

Atsumu wailed.

As much as he had hoped that his brother would forgive him, it broke a piece of him, knowing that there was a possibility that he wasn't going to be forgiven anytime soon.

“‘Samu,” Atsumu sobbed brokenly, heart wrenching cries leaving his parted lips.

“...”

“...Yer an idiot.”

Freezing, every sob died in Atsumu’s throat.

The familiar drawl, spoken with a Hyogo accent, hit him. The omega straightened up, sniffling, grip on Sakusa’s phone almost slipping. Hope rekindled and sparked in his chest.

Relief washed over him. Struggling to form a coherent thought, Atsumu whispered the first thing off the bat of his mind. 

“W-what’d yer say?”

An incredulous huff, filled with contained anger, rage and hurt, sounded from the other end of the line.

It was vehement. 

“I said, yer an idiot, 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦,” Osamu hissed, voice cracking, “Yer a fuckin’ donut.”

Atsumu did not know what triggered the floodgates and dams in his tear ducts to open, but he broke down upon hearing those words. He choked on a watery laugh.

Perhaps it was the memories of Osamu calling him just that, pulling his hair in retaliation, back when they were still pups who had yet to present, and Atsumu shoved him down a dirt path. Perhaps it was the flashback of Osamu chiding him for getting a cut for wielding a kitchen knife wrongly, back when he was learning how to cook from his talented young chef of a brother. Perhaps it was the recollection of Osamu urging him to find a better partner.

Atsumu should have listened. 

“How could ya just… Yer left for 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,” Osamu spat, tone harsh and bitter, “Ma, Rintarou… Damn it! We- 𝘐 thought I'd lost yer, Tsumu.”

Atsumu soaked in every word, heart torn into shreds at how Osamu’s voice wavered, got more gravelly and choked up.

He missed Osamu. He missed bantering with his brother, calling each other names in endearment and making up, no matter how poorly their arguments ended. He missed sharing his deepest secrets with his twin, even when Osamu teased him, before giving good, brotherly advice. 

He'd missed Osamu.

They were twins at the end of the day, joined at the hip. They never let one stray away from the other. The bond they shared was one that was unbreakable. They always had each other's back. Yet, the past five years had caused them to drift apart.

Osamu had tried to convince him that something felt off about his partner, and he should reconsider moving in with Nao. Even Suna, his twin’s mate, had looked on at his relationship with concern, pulling him aside to talk, after seeing a strange bruise on his arm.

Atsumu should have really listened.

Not bothering to muffle any of his cries, a gibberish mix of heartfelt apologies and his brother’s name tumbled out of his lips. 

“‘mu,” Atsumu hiccuped, face red and blotchy from crying, “S-Samu, I'm so sorry. I-I was… I was terrified.”

Osamu’s breath hitched over the line. His voice tumbled out with an urgency and a low, protective growl.

“What happened, Tsumu? Don't even think about protecting that scumbag alpha. He hurt yer didn't he?” Osamu snarled, “What about Nao? Is he.. Is my little pumpkin okay?”

Atsumu sniffled, smiling weakly. Nodding, he remembered that his twin couldn't see him. 

Osamu had always been a doting uncle towards Nao. His brother was his very first pillar of support, back when he found out that he was going to be a single parent. Encouraging him every step of the way alongside Suna and his ma, Atsumu made it through that dark period, only to wind up in an even darker pitfall- a deceptively nice alpha whom he'd ended up having an unhealthy relationship with.

“He's okay, I made sure I kept him in the r-room when.. whenever 𝘪𝘵 happened,” Atsumu whispered, gnawing at his lower lip anxiously, “Samu, I.. I'm really sorry I couldn't call. 𝘏𝘦 broke my phone- threatened to hurt Nao... I couldn't sit by and do nothing, Samu.”

Osamu exhaled sharply. 

“Tsumu, what really happened to yer? How badly are ya… More importantly, where are yer now? Please tell me Nao and yer are safe.”

Atsumu made a sound of affirmation, purring at the scent of sandalwood surrounding him. He felt safe in Sakusa’s den.

“Samu, I'm safe. Yer won't believe it, but… I think I found my fated pair,” Atsumu mumbled almost shyly, excitement rippling in his chest, replacing all anxiety and worries.

The line went silent momentarily.

“Atsumu, this isn't a good time to be shitting me,” Osamu sighed softly, almost wearily.

Atsumu would have pouted and shoved his twin in person, for ever doubting him. Then again, all his exes had been absolute trash.

“Samu… Omi has only been kind, considerate and doting. Even though we just met, I don't understand it myself, Samu. I doubted it too. Y’know, being an omega like myself, but he accepted me as I am, helped me, and Nao really likes him,” Atsumu murmured softly, "𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 him."

Heart warming in his chest, just thinking about the alpha, Atsumu continued, “Sakusa makes me feel like I'm wanted. Not just as an omega but… Me."

Osamu hummed, listening quietly. Something about the name ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’ made him feel uneasy.

“Atsumu, what did ya say his name was? This fated mate yer met?” 

Atsumu smiled fondly, rubbing at his wrist where his scent glands had been scent marked earlier. 

“Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

Something loud came clambering over the end of the line, followed by a curse.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, Tsumu, yer a huge, giant fuckin' donut."

The line went dead.

[Chapter XVIII]

Osamu was livid. Anger was an understatement. The furiousness coursing through his veins left him gripping onto the handle of his kitchen knife much harder than he was supposed to. Yet, a part of him also felt like it had been mended whole to a certain extent. A cold wave of instantaneous relief flooded his chest listening to an all-too familiar voice that belonged to his twin, Atsumu.

Osamu hated how he was naturally always so forgiving, always relenting to his brother’s whims, but the past three years had left him clinging to any hope that Atsumu was still alive. He hated how the prospects of losing his brother made him realise how he should’ve treasured Atsumu better. 

The past three years had taken away a piece of him, and left a gaping hole in his chest. He remembered spending nights in a frenzy, pacing around his room, worrying endlessly about Atsumu and Nao’s whereabouts. Each passing day his messages and calls went unanswered, the fear growing in his belly like a gestating foetus shifted into a mix of distress and apprehension. 

He had spent the initial weeks convincing himself that Atsumu was just busy, but his thoughts could not stop drifting back to the last time he saw his twin, sitting right next to his partner, looking painfully still and rigid, almost trembling in the firm hold wrapped around his wrist.

Osamu had always known something was up with Atsumu’s partner. He'd never liked the alpha or the way he looked at his twin, almost condescendingly, demeaningly, before an all too amiable, kind, boyish smile took over his features. 

“…’Samu.”

Osamu knew he was done for, when his vision blurred, eyes watering, nose stuffing up, a ball forming at the back of his throat. He wasn’t always a crier, Atsumu being the more dramatic twin who cried in his stead, but the bone deep weariness, throe and weight he had been carrying on his shoulders for the past three years lifted off immediately, knowing that Tsumu was safe. Tsumu was alright. Tsumu was alive. 

Atsumu, his twin, his other half, was okay. Nao, his little pumpkin, was also safe. 

Osamu’s hands shook, breathing coming out slightly uneven as he listened to his brother speak over the call in remorse, voice much softer than he’d remembered it being. 

It was a lot to take in.

Just what had Atsumu gone through to sound this beaten down, deflated and defeated? How could he have just disappeared with Nao, without a word? What did that man do to his twin? 

The mix of fury, disbelief and relief hearing Atsumu speak, morphed into utter shell shock and pure unadulterated wrath the moment his voice cracked, displaying all his grief, hurt and pain he had undergone. It was the barest hints of what Atsumu had gone through on a surface level, but Osamu knew better, swallowing the knot in his throat. Gone was the asperity in his tone, replaced by genuine concern for his twin’s wellbeing.

A monetary wave of guilt blanketed Osamu. He should’ve done better as a brother to keep Atsumu safe. He should’ve been firmer in conveying what he thought about Atsumu’s ex partner, after seeing all the alarming red flags. He should have never allowed his brother to see another man again, after his first ex boyfriend had treated him as a plaything, and left him with a pup. 

God- what had Osamu been doing? The muscles in his jaws tensed, pulling taut. His mind was kicking into overdrive, but he was thankful that his mate, Suna, was right there to ground him, keeping a steady hand on the small of his back, rubbing comforting circles, telling him that he wasn’t alone in this.

“Samu, love, I’m right here. Breathe, you’re dropping fast,” Suna murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his nape, rich pheromones enveloping him, reeling him in. 

Osamu nodded, inhaling sharply, breath catching in his throat for the umpteenth time, when Atsumu shared how he’d found his fated mate somehow, and fallen head over heels for this alpha who’d come to his saving grace and given Nao and him a place of shelter. Was his twin being an idiot? 

Osamu sighed in resignation. He could only grit his teeth, grip onto his kitchen knife harder and force himself to at least listen to what Atsumu had to say, even though a great sense of unease blanketed him at the mention of someone by the name of ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’. 

Knife clambering the moment Atsumu revealed that the alpha who’d made him feel the butterflies was no one other than the Itachiyama syndicate’s young kumicho, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu could only muster the first thing that came to his mind- calling Atsumu a fucking donut, because that was exactly what he was. 

How hadn’t his twin learnt from his past relationships? God- it was preposterous for Pete’s sake! What the fuck was Atsumu thinking? Was he even thinking? 

Osamu highly doubted so. Knees buckling under his weight after hanging up, he was held up by Suna, who turned him around and tucked him into his arms, running slim digits through his hair. 

“Who made you see hell and back, Samu?” Suna huffed, slightly bemused, tucking a stray hair behind Osamu’s ear. 

Osamu sighed, meeting his mate’s concerned gaze. 

“Tsumu- that 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘵,” He growled lowly, clinging onto Suna’s chest, “Three fucking years, Rin. That fucker- we were right. That motherfucker. That asshole we let Atsumu move in to, abused him.”

It was Suna’s turn to growl, in spite of the shock and disbelief that seemed to be running in his eyes.

“Is Nao and him okay?” Suna whispered, voice shaky, before it hardened with vehemence, “God- I swear I’m going to burn that fucking asshole alive if I ever see him.”

Osamu would have laughed seeing his mate being so protective of his twin, but he had a bigger concern to dwell over. 

“Rin, I don’t know what to do… Tsumu said Nao and him are with Sakusa Kiyoomi.” 

Suna’s eyes widened comically. 

“Ya have gotta be shitting me. What the fucking fuckity fuck?”

Osamu slumped over and laughed this time. Straightening up after a minute, he nudged his mate, with a small smile.

“Rin, didn’t ya say yer have a contact connected to Itachiyama? Ya might have to ask Kita and Aran first.”

Suna raised an eyebrow, humming.

“Mori?” 

Osamu nodded. 

“Yeah, that guy. Get us in touch if ya can. I need to meet Sakusa Kiyoomi and see that Atsumu and Nao are safe.”

//TBC

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It began a few weeks before his mother’s death.

Ichigo’s older cousin was visiting from Italy - Sawada Tsunayoshi. He smiled at Ichigo and snuck him really yummy chocolate behind Kaasan’s back and told him he could call him niisan.

Or Kurosaki Ichigo gets an older brother

“Tsuna-niisan,” Ichigo had said because Isshin was listening with a weird smile, and Tsuna-niisan beamed.

He needed to get away for a bit, he had confided to Kaasan when Ichigo was supposed to be asleep. Goat Face didn’t like him much, but that was okay, because Tsuna-niisan was the coolest person ever. He didn’t care if Ichigo cried, never made fun of his name, and helped him with karate so he could beat Tatsuki. It didn’t work, but he did manage to surprise her, so it was almost like winning to Ichigo.

Tsuna-niisan also took really good care of the twins, which really made him the best. He always knew what was wrong and got them to stop crying even when Kaasan couldn’t. He believed Ichigo about the ghosts, even though he couldn’t see them any more than blurry outlines of people.

When Tsuna-niisan had to leave, he looked concerned and told Kaasan he had a bad feeling, to be very careful, but Ichigo told him he’d protect his mother and sisters because he was the First Protector, so Tsuna-niisan didn’t have to worry.

Ichigo failed.

He woke up that day on the riverbank, his mother’s corpse on top of him, a warm orange fire burning on his hands. That was how the paramedics found them, Ichigo on fire, pinned under his mother’s corpse as the rain fell on them. He thinks he passed out after that, woke up with no sign of burns on his body, much to the confusion of the doctors, who dismissed it as some sort of hallucination or mirage.

He stayed in the hospital for a week, practically comatose, until his sisters came to see him. Alone, without Goat-Face because who knew where he was now. He remembered what his mother had told him. First Protector. He had to take care of his sisters. They dragged Goat-Face into signing him out, and Ichigo began taking stock of the kitchen while Goat-Face went back into his office to plan the funeral and drink.

They were almost out of bread, because sandwiches were the only thing his five-year-old sisters knew how to make. Ichigo could kick himself for forgetting about them. Goat-Face has managed to pull it together enough to arrange the funeral, but he wasn’t dependable, what was he expecting.

Ichigo found his pocket money, found his mother’s wallet, found the emergency stash in his mother’s nightstand, until three weeks later they were out of money, out of food, out of options. Goat-Face kept drinking.

Ichigo was thinking about going out to fight some Yakuza for money when a slip of paper fell down from his desk. Ichigo was so tired. He’d picked up the habit of picking at his nails as he tried to calculate the food expenses. He seriously contemplated leaving the loose paper on the floor, but his mother didn’t raise him to be messy, so he picked it up and was about to throw it in the trash when he actually looked at it and paused.

Tsuna-niisan arrived with his mother and a friend two days after Ichigo called him and apologized for taking so long. He knelt down and hugged Ichigo, and he almost started to cry again.

Goat-Face hadn’t invited him or Nana-basan to the funeral, but they were here now, so it was okay. Hibari-san was kinda scary, but no one ever bothered them when he walked him and his sisters to school. Nana-ba made delicious food, and she taught Ichigo how to cook simple meals with solemn eyes. Tsuna-niisan made everything better.

They stayed for a month before Tsuna-niisan had to leave for his job because he was a Very Important Person, but he made Ichigo promise to call him every week and told him he would send them money once a month. He couldn’t take them with him, but he promised to come whenever he could. Hibari-san still lived in Japan, and he gave Ichigo, whom he called a small animal, his phone number.

Before he left, Tsuna-niisan went to the office Goat-Face had cooped himself in to talk to him. Ichigo didn’t know what they talked about, but Goat-Face came out the next day, scowling at Tsuna-niisan but opening the clinic again.

Life, Ichigo was half-horrified, half-relieved to find, went on. He never mentioned the orange fire, nor did he say anything about the occasional thugs that harassed him, or the Yakuza he traded favors and jobs for protection for his sisters. Tsuna-niisan protected them from separation, from financial insecurity, and in turn Ichigo protected them from the threats closer to home. Tsuna-niisan was always stressed when he visited, Ichigo had noticed, so he kept his mouth shut about the bullying, about Isshin’s surprise training attacks, and especially about the Yakuza.

Eventually it all came to a head when the boss asked him to attack a foreign group that was infringing on their territory. He was acting a bit shady, but Ichigo could hardly refuse. By thirteen, he had already built up a bit of a reputation amongst the local gangs of beating multiple people without much trouble. It was pretty obviously a trap, but it was hardly one Ichigo could refuse.

Ichigo crept to the warehouse carefully, doing his best not to be seen or heard. There were eight guys, three more than the Oyabun had told Ichigo there were. That was okay, Ichigo could manage up to twelve guys, if he was lucky and they were surprised. They looked unarmed, at the very least - it was hard to get guns in Japan - but they might just be concealing a knife or small firearm.

Ichigo was not lucky, they were not surprised, and they were armed after all. He managed to take down half before a skinny teenager who looked only a little older than him with curly hair managed to knock him down.

“What are you doing here, kid?” he squinted at him. “Wait. Are you Kurosaki Ichigo?”

Ichigo tensed and orange sparks appeared around his hands.

“What’s it to you?” he asked, struggling even more to hide the licks of flames.

“Tsuna-nii’s going to be so pissed,” the guy muttered with wide eyes and turned to one of the thugs coming up beside him, “Hey, you, stop that; he’s the Tenth’s cousin.”

Ichigo had stopped paying attention. “Tsuna-nii? As in Sawada Tsunayoshi? What’s Tsuna-niisan to you?”

Apparently, Tsuna-niisan was the other kid’s adoptive brother, so they were cousins.

Apparently, Tsuna-niisan has been trying to take over Karakura so the Kurosaki didn’t have to worry about any gangs threatening them.

Apparently, Tsuna-niisan was a Mafia boss to the biggest Mafia family ever.

Apparently, he had magic Mafia fire powers.

By the time Ichigo was 15, the Vongola had consolidated their hold over Karakura Town, and Tsuna had helped Ichigo get a nice hold over his Sky Flames. Nobody messed with the Kurosaki or their clinic anymore, not unless they’re particularly stupid punks, the kind that Ichigo could beat with his eyes closed and a hand tied behind his back thanks to low-key terrifying training from Hibari-san. He had a Latent Lightning Bond with Sado Yasutora and a Latent Rain in Arisawa Tatsuki - which were not going anywhere because Ichigo was not allowed to get involved or let others get involved with the Underground.

Tsuna had relaxed a bit, asking for calls only twice a month, and Goat-Face can get his act together well enough now that he could go to Parent-Teacher Conferences rather than Ichigo frantically calling Tsuna to have some adult going. Tsuna never stops sending money, but Ichigo quietly hides it away until his eighteenth birthday and for his sisters’ higher education. Ichigo is in the top ten in his class, and he is looking forward to studying English in college, maybe even moving to Italy. Life is, for all intents and purposes, good.

That’s when the Shinigami breaks into his room.

[dirt-str1der]

Literally cant care about anything other than majima haruka bonding

[deusvervewrites]

Yakuza Inko x Expelled: An idea for the Sports Festival has just sprung up in my mind.

So Izuku, thanks to All Might’s and the Yakuza’s training, rocks the sports festival like in the original expelled timeline. But instead of him joining Class 1-B, this happens:

Nezu: With your performance, we would be proud to welcome you back into the Hero Course!

Aizawa:*Now that he’s grown into his own he won’t be at risk of dying out in the field. His hero career can finally begin.* Due to circumstances you’re aware of, 1-A has an open seat, so you’ll be coming ba-

Izuku:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Aizawa:???

Kan:???

Nezu:…

Izuku: Did you serioualy think I’d come back Eraserhead? After what you did that day? Fat chance.

Kan, ahead of the curve: Well if you don’t want to be in 1-A, then 1-B can make an extra seat for y-

Izuku:Oh I see. You guys don’t realize it. Well let me put it bluntly.

Izuku then stands tall and stares unflinching into their eyes with a cold, hateful glare.

Izuku: I’m not joining the Hero Course. I’d just be a “liability” and a “hazard to others” in the area. So I’ll stay in General Education and do what I’m good at. And when I’m done? I’ll take over the Family business.

Aizawa:…

Kan:…

Nezu:…I see. Is their nothing to disuade you from this course of action?

Izuku:I’m afraid not sir.

Nezu: Then we’ll accept your decision. Thank you for joining us.

Izuku:You’re welcome.

He walks out of a room with bewildered and regretful teachers.

Kan:…What just happened?

Nezu: A terrible mistake on our end.

TL;DR: Izuku elects to remain in Gen Ed after winning the Sports Festival. Only Nezu knows the full truth and accepts it.

Nedzu, Cheerfully: "We're fucked!"

[maria-rayro]

When Johnny realizes his crush on Kenshi, he is disturbed and confused. When he starts coughing up flowers with blood some time after that, he is shocked and naturally frightened. Turning to Liu Kang, he learns from him about the hanahaki disease. Things would have been much simpler if Cage had simply confessed his feelings, however, he himself doesn't think so. Liu Kang has to play a trick to solve the couple's problems.

"...it turns out to be easier to say than "I am grateful for the opportunity to see you again, to touch you, to hear you". Easier than "I am grateful to fate and to Liu Kang that I once bought your sword and hung it in my living room, and that you found me and came to take it back”. Much easier than saying, "I don't care what you think, I'll stay in Japan and fight with you against the Yakuza and you won't stop me, and if you try, we can fight like old times and I'll win you, and even if I don't, I'll wipe my face clean of blood and get up to go after you anyway".