#high and low shibaman

[simpforchuchu]

High And Low Memes 💀

Ryo Suzaki:

Tsuji:

Shidaken about Yasushi:

Fujio Hanaoka:

Kohei Amagai:

Yosuke Todoroki to Tsuji&Shiba:

Yuken Odajima:

Yasushi Nishikawa:

Kamui Ito:

Tsukasa Takajo:

[pixaho]

Oya High With Girlfriends PT 1

♥ Pairing | Oya High School x girlfriends! ♥ AU? No |

♥ Warnings | All the usual, smutty situations, alcohol, etc.

M.LIST H&L LIST

MURAYAMA

♦ FIRST MEET

You met Murayama through a mutual friend, Seki. Although Seki was the more social and outgoing of you and him, you decided to just agree to meet this so called "epic friend" he made. Well, you guys hit it off pretty well. Seki started calling himself a match maker after this.

♦ DATES

You plan majority of the dates but Murayama usually has an idea or two for dates such as late night swimming or a tea date. Of course this leads to you guys getting take out later in the night and cuddling for the rest. He is a cuddly type of man.

♦ FIRST TIME

Not a lot of drinking for the first time with Murayama. You had a few glasses of wine (red or white is your decision or another type) and ate some food before you were both on his couch, partially naked. Murayama's only mistake was being a little too clumsy, he fell off the couch, taking you with him.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you two are not as rare as you'd think. Pre-Cobra-Showdown Murayama wasn't the easiest to argue with as he thought he was right all the time and wouldn't apologize if he wasn't right. When Cobra did beat Murayama, he changed a lot. This was shocking to say the least. He would try to see who was right and if he wasn't, apologies were given.

♦ JEALOUS

Murayama doesn't get all the much jealous because he knows who you belong to. I mean, should he be jealous of this dude who barely competes with him? Hell no. But when he does get jealous, he likes to pull you into his lap and rest his head on your shoulder or on your back while you are doing whatever.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

FURUYA

(I hate not being able to find fucking gifs of these characters smh)

♦ FIRST MEET

You met Furuya when he was still the leader of the half timers. Unlike Murayama, he was less childish and in fact thought of all the wrong he could have done. Which included beating your sibling up. He decided it would have been better to apologize when he realized he beat up the wrong person.

♦ DATES

Furuya, my baby boy, does he NOT know how to host a date. Despite Furuya's attempts, the dates always end with other schools trying to fight him, so you guys decided to just do date nights at home. It isn't his fault, rather what he's done. So date nights at home are cooking or ordering food and then watching your favorite show and/or movie.

♦ FIRST TIME

Your first time with Furuya was in your work place in the bathroom. Not the most romantic area, I know. The mistake that happened actually wasn't his but it was yours. You forgot to lock the bathroom door and someone almost walked in. He was quick to close it and lock it.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you two are common, whether its petty little arguments to see who knows the other better or actual ones because of the pain Furuya goes through whilst fighting in Oya High. This is typically you patching him up and him praising you.

♦ JEALOUS

Depends on the situation, if the person is flirting and making you uncomfortable, he glares daggers into them. If they're getting a little too close and you don't notice, he'll say something to make them leave. But if they're getting too close and touchy and you do notice it, especially if you say something to get them away from you, he'll become violent towards that person. That is if they don't respect your wishes.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

SEKI

♦ FIRST MEET

The aftermath of the Junkyard battle. Murayama decided to take a bunch of his friends who were injured to the place where you worked (you are a studying nurse, let's add that) and introduced Seki to you. Although their injuries worried you, you actually got along with Seki.

♦ DATES

Best believe it that all your dates are inside with Seki's cooking. You thought that you'd have to do all the cooking but to your surprise, Seki learnt how to cook from a very young age due to his mom. A woman that you will probably meet at some point.

♦ FIRST TIME

In the back of that big truck.. Yeah, Seki forgot to lock the place down before you guys got busy and a first year of Oya High happened to be there. You were the talk of the school for a few months.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments are rare. Seki tries his hardest to make sure you are happy in the relationship as he doesn't want you to be upset and you are the greatest thing to happen to him. If you do argue, he's quick to make you laugh instead of being angry with him.

♦ JEALOUS

Definitely jealous of everyone who even gives you a look. Only reason people won't hit on you is because you're friends with Furuya and Murayama. Who would be dumb enough to flirt with the girlfriend of Seki?

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

FUJI☺

♦ FIRST MEET

You guys grew up together in the Hope Hill Housing Complex. Your mothers were friends who bonded over grieving for their late husbands. You guys shared that same bond except that as you grew older, your bond turned more romantic.

♦ DATES

Fujio has a slight idea about dates and where to take you but majority of them are planned by you. He knows how to cook, just barely does it so it's rare on your date nights that he does do it. At this point, it becomes a common thing for the date nights.

♦ FIRST TIME

Fujio and you had to be quiet because his mother was sleeping in the room next to you both. However, Fujio doesn't 100% understand how to be quiet. He woke his mother up by accident, but he locked the door. The woman knew what was happening.

♦ ARGUING

You only ever truly argue with Fujio when he's being a dumbass and not thinking clearly. He is a soft person so he usually apologizes first. But he is also loyal.

♦ JEALOUS

Jealous making the other jealous type of person. Fujio will get jealous, be cocky, and then make the other person jealous as hell because that is how he works. Cocky little fucker.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

TSUKASA

♦ FIRST MEET

You'd meet Tsukasa by complete accident, being the younger sibling of another person at Oya High. The only actual reason you had gone there was to give your older brother something he had left at home. So imagine your surprise when you find him talking to a cute blonde who you got introduced to shortly after being reprimanded.

♦ DATES

No dates. He can't plan them, he can't think of ideas for them, so he leaves them to you. This leads you to not knowing what to plan so.. the actual dates are you guys weirdly snuggling at home.

♦ FIRST TIME

One word to describe it, awkward. Tsukasa was nervous as hell. He didn't know where to put his hands, where to rub, where to kiss, or where to put stuff. He's a nervous little baby.

♦ ARGUING

Tsukasa isn't the easiest person to talk to. He's a bit closed off. This leads to arguments about him not telling you where he was going (usually off to fight a random group) or lying about being injured. He wasn't really taken care of as a child and instead only had his friends (Fujio and the others) to take care of him. So to say it's weird when you care about him.

♦ JEALOUS

Silent-Pride jealous person. He gets jealous when he thinks that the other person could take better care of you but then he remembers that you chose him over a line of a bunch of other guys.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

T☺D☺R☺KI

♦ FIRST MEET

Surprise surprise, MET HIM WHILE HE WAS AT EBARA. You decided that enough was enough when your brother showed up at home with a busted lip for the 8th time that year. This was your decision to head to Ebara and confront the douche who kept doing this. You met him, and he really was an asshole. Yosuke introduced himself as you berated him for his constant bullying. He fell in love.

(Constant bullying line made me think of Adventure Time where Jake goes "Your constant harassment of the female gender makes me siiiiick.")

♦ DATES

BOOK STORE DATES! He would totally take you out to get lunch somewhere and then straight to a bookstore or a library. Nerdy boys for the nerdy hoes!

♦ FIRST TIME

Ehehehe, library. Your first time with Todoroki was late at night when you both were studying. You were studying for a test, and he was studying your body and face. One thing led to another and you guys did it in the library. One issue, he didn't bring protection.

♦ ARGUING

Common to say the least. He tries to make them not as common but his hot headed attitude makes it hard not only for him but for you as well. When you do argue, it's mainly about how he spends his time at Oya, but it can also be about him lying about injuries. He doesn't apologize right away, instead he takes a moment away from you to clear his head and realize his rights and wrongs.

♦ JEALOUS

This boy will get jealous but he won't show it. His way of showing it to you is sitting behind you and rubbing circles into your skin.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

SHIBAMAN

(I swwwear! finding GIFS for these characters is never easy because why would it be?)

♦ FIRST MEET

Tsuji introduced you both to each other, by accident. He wanted to keep you safe from Oya High and away from his friends for that reason. However, he just so happened to run into his dear friend Shibaman. To say it was awkward would be an understatement.

♦ DATES

Cafe or home cooking dates. He doesn't entirely know how to cook so he chooses to do home cooking with you as a way to learn. Cafe's are for if you're both tired and don't feel like finding something else to do.

♦ FIRST TIME

Womp womp, your first time with Shibaman was rough. You guys had gotten emotional after a fight and his way of making it up to you was being all cuddly and apologizing even if it wasn't his fault. Then you guys got hot and heavy. Once again, like Yosuke, he forgot protection. (always use protection unless you PLAN on being pregnant)

♦ ARGUING

You guys argue a lot. Usually it's petty little arguments where you both try to hurt each other before laughing. But typically it's about injuries. He isn't the quick to apologize type. If he's right, he'll stay on his point but love you nonetheless. If he's wrong, well.. this petty little fucker will try and find how he is right before actually apologizing.

♦ JEALOUS

Silent jealous. His way of showing it is by glaring daggers into the person until they get uncomfortable and leave. If that doesn't work, he walks over and hands you a drink before kissing you. (Kiss me on my hot mouth)

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

Next few in Part 2: Tsuji, Yasushi and Nakagoshi!

♥ Mutuals; @talusional @dillpick <3

[araveninthedarknight]

brooookkkkeee please bless me with a Shibaman fluffy fic that takes place in the rain. Like maybe he gets caught in the rain or something and the reader shares her umbrella. She is from daruma (or whatever sword group you feel most comfortable with except for white rascals). A bunch of guys try to fight Shiba during their walk but they recognize the reader and flee in terror.

I use she but you can use whatever pronouns you feel comfortable writing. Thank you for opening requests ^-^)/♡

Of course my dearest leader (iykyk) I sall write you with one of your favorite boos UwU, hopefully this is ok, i had to restart because my laptop glitched wich is a bummer cus I was in sappy mode.

Warnings: Some swearing, slight mentions of fights, mostly tooth rotting fluffy cotton candy with darling Shibaman.

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Shibaman had been out and about all day, numerous errands had been done and now he was starting to feel a little tired, he decided to stop at an old bench that was once part of a bus stop, taking a rest was his best bet, only a few minuets he had promised himself.

The cool night air created a delicious burn in his lungs after many hot stuffy hours at Oya and various other places he had visited. His head rested back, eyes closed as he took in the crisp air, a faint breez sweeping across his face. The quiet was nice, and he had been glad to not need a jacket that day. It felt free for him. He felt himself doing an internal reset, one he had much needed and not even really known. Everything seemed to be going his way until the skies opened up and a downpour pelted him with hard crystal like rain, he had not seen that in the weather forecast today and he let out an annoyed sigh, now he was soaked and going to get cold fast. He saw the falling appart bush shelter that was unused, and went under it, the rain only drizzling in the enclosed space, keeping him from getting any more soaked in rain.

A few block away, Jay was walking out of a restaurant where she just picked up something to eat for dinner, she had had a long day at Daruma and was ready to unwind for a bit. The rain that greeted her made her smile, she had always loved it and decided that she would not be bothered by it ever even in unexpected times like this. She put her umbrella up, stepping into the col and rainy night air with her bag of food in hand, unknowingly walking to where her next great adventure would await her. She was in for a surprise and a half when the six foot tall teen would capture her heart.

As she approached the old run down bus stop, a smile on her face as the pitter patter of rain on the umbrella sounded, she saw a tall figure, soaked from head to toe and almost looking to be lost or maybe just having had a rough day. whoever it was didn't have a jacket and that was never a good thing.

"Are you alright sir?" Jay asked, her eyes falling on someone who seemed close in age to her and he looked almost like she had seen him somewhere.

"Im ok, just got caught in the rain that came out of nowhere." Shibaman chuckles, not hiding the fact that he was soaked to the bone on raindrops. "Well come with me, we can share my umbrella and I can walk you to where you need to go, I can't let you stay out here all night and get sick waiting for the rain to stop." Her voice was a melody to him, and he felt compelled to take her offer, so he did, standing under the umbrella with her, trying to hold it for her so neither was pelted with the rain. "Thank you for getting me out of the rain, Im Shibaman." The smile on his face was genuine and could melt even an ice heart, Jay decided. "Im Jay, nice to meet you Shibaman. Where are you going to?" She asked "Just Oya." He mutters, hoping not to frighten her, he had yet to realize she was from Daruma and was anything but skittish. "Alright, sounds good." With that they walked twards Oya, only to be stopped by thugs from a riaval school gang getting ready to attack the Oya student. Jay steps from the sheild of the umbrella and shouts at the new faces, not afraid to scare them off, "OI,Get lost you pieces of shit."

The guys facing her pale when they realize who they messed with, running off and leaving Shibaman confused and Jay going back to him, "That should keep them away." As they arrive later at Oya, Shibaman lets out an almost sad sigh, not ready to leave this lovley energy he had been talking with for thirty minuets, "Thank you again for bailing my ass out." "No worries big guy. Say, you wanna go out for dinner some time?" She asks, a small smirk dancing across her features.

"I would love to ms. Jay." The young boy nods, confirming with her he would meet her again, exchanging contact info before leaving inside of Oya and leaving Jay a lovesick mess, even though she knew Daruma would have a field day giving her shit, all that she cared about was now she loved the rain even more.

A/N: I hope this was alright Rain! thank you again for being my second request and for just being an all around amazing friend. <3

[sollattes]

"I'm a feminist obviously but..."

"I wouldn't really mind him saving me"

(Oh, come and save me pretty hot Japanese men who likes to fight with other pretty Japanese men)

[tiredlittlewriter]

S.W.O.R.D SUMMERTIME HEADCANONS BECAUSE I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

(Sorry for yelling I've had a very stressful 2 weeks)

- Starting off strong with for some reason all Oya full-timers think that just because it's summer, all areas in S.W.O.R.D are free game

- Like why the fuck is Nakaoka in White Rascals territory???¿¿ how did he get here??

- Cobra has known Kaede (Shibanee) and Shibaman his whole life, so he used to take Shibaman to the beach when he was younger

- He smiles when he sees Shiba doing the same thing now for the younger kids in S.W.O.R.D

- Smoky hates the summer because he can't wear his jacket

- Fujio keeps popping up places randomly in S.W.O.R.D

- Hyuga found the kid at the temple

- Fujio did not in fact know how he got there

- Tsuji is temporarily rich over the summer cause lots of people come to his mother's cafe and he gets tons of tips

- Noboru takes summer classes and had to take an exam in the middle of a fight

- Mighty Warriors and White Rascals often compete for the summer club rush

- No, Rocky will not take his coat off you will never see his arms he doesn't care if it's 100 degrees out

- Kizzy and Kaito definitely do freaky shit on a beach at 3 am

- Todoroki plans a beach date for Tsujishibaroki which gets crashed by Yuken of all people (he doesn't live in S.W.O.R.D??? Why the hell is he here???)

- Murayama cried his first summer after graduation it was very dramatic and emotional

- Fujio asks to fight Cobra. He is promptly denied

- Hyuga doesn't have any problems fighting kids tho and they fight the second time Fujio ends up lost (for fun)

- Of course he got his shit rocked Hyuga is crazy

[hyugaruma]

H&L: Petname HCs (Part II)

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re: what they call you…

some petnames geared towards “feminine”

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Fujio: You kidding? This dude lives to give you any sort of nickname he can. “Cutie” is his cheeky go-to that he likes to call you. Sometimes he’ll use “Chief” if he wants to be a goof. Also, any version of your actual name that he can come up with.

Tsukasa: Your name… Don’t expect much else. He thinks petnames are a bit weird.

Jamuo: “My Heart and My Soul” or “My Steamed Dumpling”… There’s no rhyme or reason; you can never tell which it’ll be.

Yasushi: “Little Duck.” It started out as something he said to be annoying, but somehow it ended up sticking. Now even his goons call you “The Duckling.” Great.

Kiyoshi: “Honey,” “Cupcake,” “Plum”… Notice a trend here? You’re subject to being anything that is ‘sweet.’

Nakagoshi: “Babe,” he’s basic. Might be “Baby” if he’s feeling a bit soft or sentimental.

Nakaoka: Also “Babe,” also basic. Sometimes he thinks he’s real funny and will call you “Stink.”

Shibaman: The whole petname thing makes him feel a bit shy and awkward… He’s started absentmindedly calling you “My One” on the occasion, though. If you want him to keep doing it, don’t point it out.

Tsuji: “Darling.” Though, this tends to be something he says more within the privacy of just the two of you. He doesn’t really say it around other people. Maybe sometimes around Shiba and Todoroki, maybe.

Motoaki: “Cutiepie.” He just can’t help it, because he thinks you’re just so stinkin’ cute. Will call you this around anyone, anytime, he doesn’t care. (I think you give him mild cuteness aggression.)

Sachio: “My Love,” always said very softly and with the gentlest of smiles. It took him awhile to get to the point of calling you this, but now he uses it just as often as your own name.

Yuken: “Princess,” which he started out by calling you this ironically, but turns out he actually has trouble saying ‘no’ to you, so the name is fitting.

Eimei: “Apple,” aka “Apple of My Eye.” You’ve kind of all-consumed him, honestly.

Arata: Nope. Too embarrassing; he’s too shy. Just the thought is enough to make him keel over.

Amagai: Almost always your unaltered name. Randomly, though, it’ll be “Bug”… and it’s impossible to tell if he’s saying it affectionately or not.

Ryo: Though he’s a bit shy about it, he does call you “Angel” in private. He accidentally called you that in front of Amagai once and got laughed at, so now it stays between the two of you.

Mario: “Treasure.” And he doesn’t mind calling you this in front of anyone either (because he knows they’re too scared to make fun of him for it). Also, he’s just really proud to show off the fact that you’re his.

Sameoka: 99% of the time he’ll only refer to you by your name. But, during the occasion that he’s in a really, really affectionate mood, he might call you “Love.”

Fujin: “Doll” will basically become a replacement for your name. Does he even remember that you have a name? Who knows, you’re “Doll” at this point.

Binzo: “Kitty”… not “Kitten,” but “Kitty.” He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. Also, if you call him any petnames, he’ll call you the same ones in return, whatever it may be.

[insideliascrazyhead]

Todoroki:It´s so peaceful.Where´s Yasushi and Kiyoshi?

Jamuo:*points towards Yasushi and Kiyoshi asleep on the couch *

Tsukasa:Are they dead?Lucky us.

Fujio:Why would they be asleep at this time? Shibaman:I replaced their energy drink with my special tea...

Nakagoshi:What was in that tea?!

Tsukasa:You wanna enjoy the peace or ask stupid fucking questions

Tsuji:Let´s just say their gonna have a extra long naptime today,probably till tomorrow.

[airbendertendou]

a steamy number 10 + tsuji, shibaman + todoroki

“I KNOW YOU WANNA DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM ME!”

calloused, rough hands trail up your thighs. tsuji’s lips follow, an agonizingly slow act that has you squirming in shibaman’s lap. the former laughs, his chest vibrating against your back and being muffled by your neck.

“so sensitive,” tsuji clicks his tongue before using it to lap at your skin. shibaman laughs again, his grin teasing as he nips at your throat. shiba hums, “how sweet.”

your whine is cut off by the classroom door opening. freezing, three pairs of eyes meet a scowling todoroki. you blink the bliss away, trying to leave your fuzzy headspace long enough to ask why he looked so upset.

“we had a deal,” todoroki says roughly. tsuji rolls his eyes, resting his cheek on your knee. todoroki seethes at the contact, “name is to stay out of oya — to stay out of trouble.”

shibaman blinks up innocently as he places a gentle kiss to your neck once more. “name’s always in trouble, though.”

tsuji laughs, biting at your left thigh teasingly. you yelp before locking eyes with todoroki again — he can scowl all he wants, but his hidden desires still linger in his eyes.

pouting dramatically, you hold a hand out towards him. “you’ll join us, won’t you, ‘roki?”

he huffs, pushing his glasses up before his shoes click towards you. “hate that name,” is all he says before his lips meet yours.

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absolute vibes on this one but i hope it was okay <3

this was so so fun @tiredlittlewriter thank you for requesting it ♥︎

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[star2fishmeg]

I HAVE ARRIVED BWAHAHAHA I request a fic with Shibaman, please~ Picture it - the reader is walking down the street in the rain, trying to find the Sannoh diner where her childhood friend is waiting but she gets lost and ends up at Oya. She's a decent fighter, but she is quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of Oya students. And who comes to her rescue? Why, Shibaman and Tsuji, of course! Not that she would ever admit needing to be rescued!

The second time she gets lost and ends up at Oya, it wasn't an accident. She just wanted to see Shibaman again! <3 You can change whatever you like, just wanted to give you something to get your mind going. Thank you for opening requests, ily <3

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Pairing: Shibaman x afab!reader

Summary: did y/n really get lost? Or did she just want to see him again in hope everything went according to plan? Not that Shibaman complained, he benefitted greatly from the situation

Warnings: fluff, swearing, suggestive (making out but that’s it), Shibaman has reddish hair (from worst x cross) and Tsuji has rainbow hair (from the worst), half-naked Shibaman

Authors note: this one’s for grandma, and a reward for dealing w me n kel *mic drop*

Request: above!

Y/n hugged herself tighter as she stepped into yet another large puddle that was deeper than expected, not that her socks were dry in the first place. Hair stuck to her face and her clothes soaked through, the rain hammered onto the concrete and clashed against the metal bins on the street. She didn’t even recognise the street she was in anymore let alone trying to find the diner in Sannoh she was supposed to meet her friend at an hour ago, but with the heavens opening so suddenly it was difficult to concentrate on which train stop was hers. And she was left fighting the weather alone, trekking through the dingy streets and deep grey skies with her only form of protection being a hoodie. Upon seeing the various buildings either closed or boarded up, she swore under her breath and concluded that she wasn’t in Sannoh anymore.

Thirty painful minutes trudged by, and the infamous high schools thrashed up gates appeared through the rain, and y/n wasn’t entirely sure if she was relieved or disappointed at where she was. Oya wasn’t known for its amazing hospitality (if they had any at all), but if it meant sheltering from the rain until it died down then so be it.

She jogged through the gates and remained under an overhang out the front, not daring to go inside the building at all, she was only there for shelter anyway. Various yells and crashing came from further inside and that was a solid sign to stay out or be bombarded with questions she did not feel like answering when cold and soaked. Her eyes fixated on the rain, specifically how the ripples in the puddles distorted her face.

“The fuck’re you doing here?” A rather gruff voice called out from behind her, followed by a crowd of men circling her. Now, Oya did not usually try to intimidate women, but recently the had a rising trend in spies from other gangs wanting inside information, so they had every right to be suspicious.

“Literally just sheltering until the rain dies down, then I’m off.” Y/n sniffed, wiping water dripping down her nose. A few of the men gave each other side-eyes before their supposed leader towered over her. She stayed nonchalant, glaring the dude in the eye, considering the bruise on his cheek and the fact his hands were in his pockets; clear kick to the groin and right hook if need be.

“Well, you’re quite pretty. We’ve had a lot of issues with spies around here, convince us you should stay.” His eyes raked her figure up and down, lips tugging into a smirk and puffing his chest out. Y/n stood still, adjusting her feet into a stable position, and clenching her right fist quietly. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d ended up in this type of situation, cocky men thinking that just because she’s a woman means she’s a damsel in distress. Although, she’d preferred to be fighting in a better mood and on dry concrete and when her hands were not numb.

“Yeah yeah, scram vermin, she’s cool.” His deep voice rumbled through the hallway, black varsity jacket with patches of American NFL peeking through the gloom until fully on show. Shibaman and Tsuji casually strolled towards the crowd, making their boots hit the concrete just that bit harder to break up the boys. The group groaned and scattered like flies, y/n’s shoulders relaxing and a sigh of relief heaving from her lungs.

“Every time I see you two your hair changes.” She chuckled, watching the boys lean against the wall.

“Guess it’s fate that we keep bumping into each other, huh?” Shibaman jested, his features softening, a rare sight to see but if you were lucky enough, he’d lower his walls. Tsuji scoffed and rolled his eyes; he knew she was referencing his braids phases and the fact she favoured his rainbow hair.

“What are you doing here, though? You in trouble?” Tsuji asked, adjusting his sunglasses on his head.

Y/n shook her head, taking a quick glance at the weather behind her, “Only with the rain, but it seems to have died down, so I’ll probably start heading home,” she turned back, pulling her hoodie sleeves over her hands, “Got lost and ended up here.” The duo guffawed, shaking their heads. Tsuji turned to leave, waiting for Shiba, who shimmied his jacket off his shoulders.

“I can see you shivering.” he placed it over her, watching her arms slide through and letting the oversized piece of clothing hang off her figure, eyes hopping to her lips while she looked back at him with doe eyes, finding her vision skating to notice his chapped lips. The thirty seconds in close proximity had them frozen in a time where it was just them two together, and nothing else mattered but their heartbeats in sync. Tsuji cleared his throat, dragging the two back to reality and ultimately ruining another moment. In the years they’d known each other, Tsuji had to painfully watch their awkward pining and if neither were making a move, he found amusement in ruining it until they did. Y/n just smiled softly at Shiba; eyes skittish as if she didn’t really know where to look aside from his eyes…lips…the vein in his neck…the structure of his cheeks. His course hands almost instantly warmed her cold cheeks when he cupped them gently, the same chapped lips she gushed over placing a lingering kiss to her forehead. Stomach flipping and butterflies once again whirling in her stomach, her face felt hot, and when he pulled away with a smile, she could barely mutter a sentence as he turned and walked back into the school building.

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The second time y/n found herself walking to Oya was relatively late at night, she was prepared with an umbrella, donning Shibaman’s jacket from earlier that week. She had meant to return it earlier but with work and school getting in the way, she couldn’t find the time or energy. But Friday opened an opportunity, and she made the journey, in the rain but more prepared. She was not lost this time, and neither was she cold and so the smile that spread across her cheeks felt more pleasant than before, plus, she was seeing Shibaman again, her kryptonite.

Shaking her umbrella in the entrance way, her shoes squeaked as she attempted to navigate her way to the announcement room where Shiba and Tsuji had mention before (although their description was below helpful). The building was strangely quiet, no chairs being launched, no rowdy laughter, no…men around. Worry crept to her head, unsure if she had taken the right turn until she saw Shibaman’s head through the cracked window of the announcement room. A smile graced her lips, a bounce in her step as poked her head through the doorway. Expecting to see the duo, a burst of giddiness shot through her upon seeing just Shiba slouched back on a scratched-up chair, head thrown back, manspreading and skin doused in bruises and dirt, the occasional cut here and there but nothing that looked serious. She bit her lip, the way that neck vein bulging and his adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped, his lap practically inviting her in for a seat.

“Just you tonight?” she jested, perching on the end of a table. Shibaman sighed deeply, leaning forward.

“Looks like it. Tsuji went home and the rest of the boys left too. Just got back from a fight…if that wasn’t obvious.” He chuckled at the last part, eyes meeting hers. His heart skipped a couple beats seeing her in his jacket again, the memory of earlier that week where he almost kissed her before she left replaying over and over. He wanted to kiss her, and if Tsuji hadn’t been there, he would’ve. He’d been wanting to kiss her years back.

“M'kinda glad they’re not here. Been wanting to catch you alone for a while,” Shiba rained his eyebrows, eye contact becoming intoxicating, “Maybe not this late but, I’m happy I found you still here.”

He broke into a rare smile, shaking his head lightly before standing up and stepping closer to her. She stood up straight, his figure towering over her, almost chest to chest.

“Was waiting for you,” his voice low and raspy, barely above a mumble, “It’s late, let’s go home.”

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Home. Home home home. His home was now her home and vice versa. The apartment wasn’t as bad as the one he grew up in, it was a lot nicer, and his family had worked hard to get it. She remembered the day he told her about it, she’d never seen him so happy to have a room he could sleep in and not listen to violence echoing outside. He stopped letting y/n back into Hope Hill after a while, and she happily hosted him when things got bad. But now he and his family were happy and safe.

Leaving their shoes and umbrella at the entrance way, they B-lined for his room in almost silence to avoid waking up his sister, who’s room was opposite, a bathroom in-between. Discarding his jacket, y/n threw herself onto his bed, and could quite happily just pass out then and there while Shibaman slipped into his bathroom. With a sigh, y/n rummaged through his drawers for one of his older t-shirts.

Meanwhile Shiba let the hot water rinse the dirt out his hair and skin, facing the showerhead with closed eyes and a thundering chest. It wasn’t the first time y/n stayed over, but as they got older sleepovers felt different and made his stomach flip whenever she laid next to him. Her scent lingered on his sheets every time and he’d never admit that he’d spent those few days with his face stuffed into his sheets, inhaling the remnants, and letting his mind enter filthy places. Eventually calming himself down, he turned the water off, drying himself and his hair as best as possible and pulling clean boxers over his body. With the brief moment he caught his own eye in the mirror, he knew he looked hot.

He thought he’d shaken his sinful thoughts off until he re-entered his almost dark room to find y/n, sitting on his bed, in his t-shirt and her panties. Closing the door gently behind him, he watched her eyes rake his torso, her mouth becoming dry, and a leering expression plastered on her face. Eyes locked onto each other’s devouring gaze, he slid under the sheets next to her, licking his lips and laying down. They faced each other with soft smiles.

“Did you really get lost the other day, or did you just want to see me?” his throaty voice felt as if it was vibrating through her ears.

“Was it obvious how infatuated I am? It feels empty without you.” Her giggles were music to his ears, if he could have a mixtape of her voice, he’d never stop listening to it. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get the right words out, his stomach fluttered again, and nausea flushed through him.

“Fuck it-“ Hovering over her figure, he connected their lips slowly, a languid kiss where he trapped her onto the mattress and her hands held onto his biceps gently, kissing back. And they would’ve stayed like that if they didn’t have to breathe but giving each other a yearning gaze of long-awaited confessions, they dove back in, deeply breathing through their noses. Y/n’s fingers slid to his nape, tangling in his blush-red hair while tongue met each other halfway, lapping and attempting to suppress moans. Vulgar sounds of wet lips and saliva bouncing off the walls as hands roamed the curves of bodies until they had to pull away, gazes boring.

Lips tugging into smiles and low giggles, Shiba’s arm wrapped around her waist as he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his broad chest and placing a peck on her forehead. Tsuji would be so proud and relieved that years of unresolved feelings were finally resolved but his next challenge would be third wheeling. Not that Shiba or y/n cared, it was payback for being a cock block.

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Made With Love – Shibaman (PSF #10)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, romance, slice of life

Prompt: Love of my Life (@flufftober) / Leaves dancing in the breeze (Fall Flash @slumberpartybingo)

Word Count: 5,249

Pairing: Reader x Shibaman

World: High&Low

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If someone had asked you a year ago if you believed in love or soulmates, you probably would have said no. It just wasn’t something that ever crossed your mind, mostly because you just didn’t have the time. Between dealing with Kuryu trying to destroy Sword, then Housen and Oya going at it… It kept you pretty busy. 

Things had been peaceful for several months now, though. Well, as peaceful as it could get at a place like Oya. There were still daily fights and arguments, but nothing that couldn’t be easily solved with a few punches.

With nothing else to worry about, you spent a lot of time with Tsuji, making fun of people’s poor fashion choices in magazines, and with Shibaman, listening to his favorite artists and talking about music in general.

If someone asked you to pinpoint when exactly it happened, you wouldn’t be able to answer because you simply didn’t know. You don’t know when you fell in love with Shibaman, you just knew that you had fallen hard. If you were being honest, it took you a long time to even realize it.

You started to feel nervous around him, worrying about how you acted or the things you said. You were afraid he would look at you differently. There were also the physical effects he had on you. Every time his eyes met yours, your heart would race. Hearing his voice never failed to make you feel calm and happy. His touch set butterflies free in your gut and when he spoke your name, you felt like you were melting.

You thought you were sick or maybe even allergic to him. It was so foreign to you that it was jarring, so you started to avoid him. He didn’t like this, of course, so he confronted you about it. You had no idea how to explain what you were feeling, at least not until Tsuji intervened.

He had noticed the change between the two of you – and he wasn’t the only one, either. To your surprise, Shibaman had been experiencing the exact same feelings. He loved you, too, so you started dating to test the waters. It was awkward as hell at first. It felt as if something had changed between you and you hated it.

It took a while, but you finally figured out that things didn’t need to change simply because you were a couple now. It took time, but the two of you soon fell back into the familiar groove you had sat in throughout your friendship and it was amazing.

Shibaman was the love of your life, you realized. All you wanted was to be near him and for him to be happy. You would do anything to make him feel loved, to make him realize how special he was to you. 

With his birthday and Halloween coming up soon, you wanted to do something special because, this year, the two of you were more than just friends. It took you a while to figure out what you wanted to do and you weren’t even sure it was a good idea. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, though, so you knew you had to at least try.

You could only hope your efforts wouldn’t be wasted and that he wouldn’t hate it.

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“Ready to go?” Shibaman leaned toward you from where he sat on the couch, a smile on his lips.

You offered him an apologetic smile. “I actually have plans today…”

The two men exchanged a surprised look before Tsuji questioned, “Don’t tell me you’re cheating on us.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you stood up. “No, never. I do need to get going, though.”

“Where are you going?” Shibaman stood up, reaching for your hand. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, you can’t!” You replied quickly, making his brow furrow. You mentally cursed yourself, scrambling for a believable excuse. “My cousin is coming into town today. I… haven’t seen her in a long time and she’s not really a fan of guys, so…” You mentally cursed again for choosing such a terrible lie.

Whether he believed it or not, he didn’t question it. “Be safe. If you need me, call me.”

“I will, I promise.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him down into a soft kiss that stole his breath away. “I’ll see you later.” You smiled at the two before rushing out of the room, unaware of the worried look the two exchanged.

It took a while for you to reach Housen, mostly because you were paranoid that the boys were following you so you took the road less traveled. The students looked at you strangely when you entered the school, but they knew who you were and had no desire to fight you. Housen and Oya had long since squashed their beef.

“Excuse me,” you called out, tapping a boy on the shoulder. When he turned, you recognized him instantly. “Ah, Sawamura!”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see Yuken. Can you take me to him?”

“Yeah, sure,” he motioned for you to follow before starting down the hall. “What do you need to see him for?”

“Ah, well…” you rubbed the back of your neck, offering him a sheepish smile. “It’s a bit personal.”

He hummed, giving you a playful smile. “I hope you’re not going to confess. You know he’s dating Meg.”

You laughed at the thought. “I would never betray her like that. Besides, you know I’m dating Shibaman.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that. Does he know you’re here?”

You frowned, lowering your gaze to the floor. You felt bad lying to him but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

“That’s a no, then,” he replied softly, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, Sawamura.”

He led you toward a classroom on the first floor, sitting at the back of the school. The Four Heavenly Kings, along with a bunch of seniors, were crowded around the room, watching two students try to take down Jinkawa. The keyword there being try.

“Wait here,” Sawamura told you before moving farther into the room. Yuken was sitting at the back of the room with his girlfriend, the two watching something on his phone. Sawamura leaned down to tell him the situation, pointing over at you.

Yuken met your eyes and you smiled politely, waving your hand at him. Meg leaned to the side to see around the large boys standing between the two of you, a grin on her lips as she waved at you.

You waved back before forming a heart with your hearts. She pretended to catch it, holding it against her chest before both of you started laughing. Yuken shook his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up and approaching you.

“What can I do for you?” he inquired, a charming smile on his lips.

You glanced at the group of men gathered in the center of the room. Most of them were focused on the fight, but a few were sending you curious looks. “Can we talk somewhere more… private?”

He quirked a brow, glancing at the other boys before nodding. “Sure. Follow me.”

You followed him outside, taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air. “I need your help.”

“My help? Shouldn’t you be asking Oya?”

“This isn’t a problem they can help with,” you frowned, glancing around to ensure you were alone. “Is it true that you know how to crochet?”

Yuken scowled, a hand on his hip. “I told Meg not to tell anyone that.” 

“So, it’s true then?” You gave him a hopeful look and he nodded. “Please teach me!”

He hummed curiously, folding his arms over his chest. “I expect diligence. No slacking off and no excuses.”

“I understand. I promise to be a good student!”

Yuken considered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Give me your number so I can text you when I get everything set up.”

“Thank you so much,” you grinned.

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For the next two months, you visited Yuken every few days to learn how to crochet and begin working on the sweater you wanted to make for Shibaman. You chose the softest yarn you could find, using black as the base color. It took a while for you to decide between cats and pumpkins, but you finally chose both.

In the center of the sweater would be a jack-o-lantern with a cat leaning the upper half of its body on top of it. You also planned to add a witch’s hat. You could clearly see the design in your head, but it was much harder to bring to life than you had anticipated.

“Damn it,” you cursed, scowling down at the design before you. The jack-o-lantern was misshapen despite having redone it about twenty times. If you couldn’t even get a pumpkin right, how in the hell were you going to get the cat done? You were getting frustrated, especially since his birthday was quickly approaching.

“Don’t get frustrated,” scolded Yuken, peering at you over his glasses. “It’ll only make the stitching look worse.”

“I know,” you muttered, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You carefully undid the stitch before trying again, slower this time, but it still came out looking funky. “Ugh! Why is this so damn hard?!”

“I did warn you that this pattern wasn’t beginner-friendly,” he tutted, sitting back in his chair as he worked on a pair of mittens for his girlfriend. Unlike your creation, his was pristine and well crafted, clearly made by a professional.

“Maybe I should have hired you to make one instead of teach me,” you sighed, sliding down in your seat. 

“You’d regret it.”

“Huh?”

“You chose to learn how to crochet because you wanted to make something for the person you love, right?” He quirked a brow at you. “You wanted to craft something with your own hands, your own heart, to show him how much he means to you. That is the soul of crocheting – making things with love for the people you care about most. The feeling simply doesn’t transfer if someone else makes it.”

You frowned at the sweater in your hands, taking in his words. “You’re right, but… it looks god awful, he’s going to hate it. What was I thinking? Shibaman is into fashion and hip-hop, why the hell would he want a crocheted Halloween sweater? I’m so stupid!” You groaned, hanging your head.

Yuken scoffed, sending you an offended look. “If he’s not grateful for your hard work, then the problem lies with him, not you. Taking the time to crochet something for someone is the ultimate form of love and respect! And if he disrespects that, I’ll kick his ass myself!”

“You’re really passionate about this, huh…”

“Everyone needs something to be passionate about.”

“I thought that was fighting.”

He clicked his tongue. “Other than fighting. Come on, you need a break before you ruin the yarn.”

You set the sweater carefully in its box, closing the lid before following the male away from Housen and toward the local café to grab some lunch. The woman at the counter greeted him cheerfully, so you assumed he came here often.

Yuken sat down across from you, folding his hands on the table. “Tell me honestly, why did you choose to crochet a sweater for him? There are plenty of gift options that may be more… suited to his tastes.”

“Why?” You frowned at the table, scratching your cheek in thought. “As soon as I thought of the idea, it just felt… right, I guess. This is the first time we’re celebrating his birthday and Halloween as a couple, so I really want it to be special. I wanted to make him something myself because…”

“It feels more personal?” He guessed, quirking a brow.

“Yes.”

“The fact that you chose crochet over all other art forms tells me that you understand the craft at its base level. As long as you understand that, then no matter what you craft, no matter how imperfect it may be, it will be perfect in the eyes of the one receiving it.”

You didn’t feel entirely convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

“You’re the crochet expert, I guess.”

“Just… don’t go around telling people that, alright?”

“Sure, sure.”

While the two of you continued talking, Shibaman and Tsuji just so happened to be passing by. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to glance over, but his eyes fell on you immediately, widening in surprise. You had told him you were going to help your cousin get settled into her new apartment outside of Sword, yet there you were, sitting in a cafe with Housen’s Odajima.

Tsuji paused when he realized the taller male had stopped walking. He followed the male’s gaze, removing his glasses with a frown. “They are definitely not cousins.”

Shibaman frowned, feeling frustration and pain settle in his gut. Though he wasn’t fond of the idea of you meeting up with other schools, that isn’t what bothered him. Why had you lied to him about it? Why weren’t you honest with him?

Tsuji glanced at him, nudging his arm. “Don’t jump to conclusions. We should confront -”

“No,” Shibaman shook his head, beginning to walk away.

“No?” Tsuji quickly followed him, brow furrowed. “Don’t you want the truth?”

“Of course I do,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t want to demand answers from you, though. He wanted you to come clean on your own. “Don’t say anything about this.”

Tsuji had an idea of what his best friend was thinking, though he wasn’t entirely sure he agreed. “Fine, I won’t say anything,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

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“Baby,” called Shibaman, slipping his hand into yours as he leaned closer to you. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

Tsuji glanced up from the magazine he was reading. “My uncle just recently started working at the theater. He can get us in for free.”

“Oh, uh…” you rubbed the back of your neck with a frown. “I’d like to, but…”

“You have to see your cousin,” guessed Shibaman, his jaw tensing as he turned his gaze toward the wall.

You could feel how tense his body was and you didn’t notice the way he tried to subtly shift away from you. Guilt pooled inside your gut. “I’m sorry…”

He nearly asked if you really were sorry, but he bit back the question, pulling his hand free as he stood up. “It’s fine.”

You weren’t dumb. You knew this man like the back of your hand and you knew it very much was not fine. He wasn’t the type to speak his mind, though, and preferred to bottle things up until he simply couldn’t any longer. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with your cousin and you constantly ditching them.

Tsuji stood up to follow but paused when you called out his name. He quirked a brow at you but you could tell his usual friendliness toward you was gone. He didn’t like it when his brother was upset.

You quickly shut the door in case Shibaman was still close by and you lowered your voice. “I know you’re mad at me -”

“That’s an understatement,” he scoffed, having to bite his tongue to stop from mentioning the cafe. 

You chewed on your lip, having an internal debate with yourself about whether or not to tell him. “If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Shibaman.”

“I can’t promise that.” He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed from behind his colored glasses. “If you’re hiding something from him, he deserves to know.”

“And he will,” you promised him. “Just… I need a bit more time.”

“Time for what?”

You glanced at the door before leaning toward him. “I’m working on something for his birthday. It’s… taking longer than I thought it would. I didn’t want to lie but I want it to be a surprise.”

Tsuji felt surprised by this information. Why hadn’t he considered that you might be planning something? He felt a bit dumb for not thinking of it sooner, but he also felt a bit hurt that you hadn’t confided in him sooner. “You should have told me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry…”

He sighed deeply, bringing his hand to his forehead. “I’ll see what I can do, but you better hurry up. He knows something’s up and he’s getting impatient.”

“I know…”

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“Come on, you got this!” cheered Meg, staring at you with a grin.

“Just a little bit more,” encouraged Yuken with a nod, leaning toward you. 

“Hurry up, you’re so close!”

“No, don’t hurry up! Don’t rush it now!”

You looked up from the sweater with a scowl, sitting back when you realized just how close the two of them were to your face. “Can you two give me some space?”

“Oh, are you having performance anxiety?” snickered Meg as she sat back down.

You scoffed, muttering under your breath, “Anyone would with you two breathing down their neck.”

“Hey, we’re just trying to help.” Yuken sat down as well, arms folded over his chest. He was watching you intently, his shoulders tense as he watched the way you were stitching the last bit of the sweater.

Meg noticed this and laughed, resting her hand on his arm. “I think you’re more tense and you’re not even the one making it.”

“Of course I am! This is the creation of my first student.”

“Your first student?” she grinned, quirking a brow. “Does that mean you’re gonna take on more?”

Yuken said nothing, though he’d be lying if he said the idea hadn’t crossed his mind. He enjoyed teaching you more than he thought he would, despite how frustrating you could be at times.

“Yuken’s Crochet studio,” you snickered, glancing at him. “Got a nice ring to it.”

“Focus,” he scolded, refusing to admit that he did like the sound of it.

“Alright, keep your panties on.” You did as he instructed, focusing on the last few stitches. A few tense moments of silence ticked by. “There… it’s done.” You stood up, holding up the completed sweater.

It was far from perfect, the cat looking a bit derpy and the pumpkin still misshapen, but it had its own unique charm to it. It was one of a kind, made with all the love you held in your heart for Shibaman. That made up for the imperfections.

“What do you think?” you questioned nervously.

“It’s super cute,” smiled Meg. “He’s going to love it!”

Yuken nodded, giving you a proud look. “I have to say, I wasn’t confident that you would stick with it until the end.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But you did and I’m proud of you.”

You chuckled, feeling happy at the praise. “Thank you, Yuken-sensei.”

Yuken put his hands together in front of him and bowed, deepening his voice. “Now, go out into the world, my pupil.”

Meg snorted. “What voice is that supposed to be?”

“Yoda.”

“That wasn’t even close.”

“I tried my best,” he pouted, pulling her into his arms.

You carefully folded the sweater before placing it in the box and securing it with an orange ribbon. “His birthday is tomorrow… wish me luck.”

“You got this,” Meg smiled, offering you a thumbs up. “And if he doesn’t appreciate it, Yuken will kick his ass.”

Yuken nodded, pushing up his glasses. “I won’t stand for anyone disrespecting such a sacred art.”

“Thanks, guys.” You offered them a bow and a grateful smile before scooping up the box and heading home.

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You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this nervous, your heart racing within your chest. You were honestly tempted to just drop the gift off and run away, not wanting to see his reaction, but you knew you couldn’t do that. It was his birthday, after all, and you wanted to make up for avoiding him lately.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of his house. His older sister was the one who answered, looking tired. “He left already.”

“Eh?” your brow furrowed. He had always waited for you to arrive before heading to school so it was strange that he had gone ahead of you. “O-Oh, um… thank you.”

“Oi,” she called out, eyes narrowed at you. “He’s been moping around lately. If I find out you’re the reason, I’m gonna kick your ass.” And then she slammed the door in your face.

You scowled in frustration, though you weren’t sure if it was more toward her or yourself. You knew you were the cause and it pissed you off despite having done it with good intentions. Surely he would forgive you… right?

Holding the box to your chest, you rushed toward Oya high, keeping an eye open for the pair as you went. You entered the broadcast room with a smile, expecting to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, listening to music. It was Todoroki who sat on the couch, though, reading one of his books.

Tsuji stood up when you entered, a frown on his lips. “He had already left when I got to his house this morning. I have no idea where he is.”

“Oh,” you frowned, chewing on your bottom lip. You thought about it for a moment before carefully setting the box beside Todoroki. “Can you make sure he gets this please?”

“Of course,” Tsuji offered you a smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. It did little to help, though.

“Thank you.” You offered him a bow before turning and leaving the room. Without Shibaman there, it felt pointless to stay at school so you decided to just leave.

Rather than go home, you chose to go for a walk around town to clear your head. The wind was chilly, making you retreat farther into the jacket you were wearing. It had originally belonged to Shibaman so it was quite large on you and it still faintly smelled of him. 

A light misty rain started to fall from the cloudy sky, feeling cold against your face but you didn’t mind. The rain was peaceful and helped you relax whenever you felt stressed. It wasn’t heavy rain, anyway, so the likelihood of you catching a cold from it was slim.

Despite how peaceful and quiet the world around you felt, you couldn’t stop thinking about Shibaman. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you? Or was he just hurt by your lies? You wished you could find him and explain everything, but you knew he didn’t want to be found. He wanted to be alone so he could sort out his own feelings.

That was fine with you, you just wished it hadn’t fallen on his birthday. Today was supposed to be special for him, to be free of worry or want. You had royally screwed that up, though.

With a sigh, you plopped down on the wooden bench inside the makeshift park. Honestly, you weren’t even sure it met the qualifications to be considered a park because it was just a small strip of grass with trees planted at each corner. A sad-looking swing set sat in the middle, the metal rusted and worn.

You doubted it was safe to use, though there were few things within Sword that were. The city’s entire aesthetic was danger.

You slid down on the bench as thunder rumbled softly overhead, leaning your head back so you could stare up at the sky. The tree to your left was completely bare, its leaves scattered across the ground like discarded newspapers. The tree on your right, though, was still clinging to a few of them, as if desperate to not let go.

The wind picked up and they finally broke free, dancing gently through the air as they made their way to the earth below. It was such a simple thing, but it brought a smile to your lips. 

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You stifled a yawn as you approached your apartment, reaching into the pocket of the jacket for your keys. You hadn’t intended to spend the day at the park but time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and, before you knew it, the sun was setting.

To your surprise, Shibaman was pacing back and forth outside the building, running a hand through his red hair repeatedly. He looked distressed which alarmed you.

“Shibaman? What’s-“

As soon as he heard your voice, his head snapped up. In just a couple long strides, he reached you, throwing his arms around you until you were buried in the warmth of his chest. The smell of pine and cologne filled your nostrils and you smiled, fingers curling around the black t-shirt he was wearing.

“Where have you been?” He huffed, trying to control the light tremble of his voice. “I’ve been worried sick!”

You frowned, pulling back so you could see his face. “You’re the one who disappeared. You had already left the house by the time I got there and you weren’t at school, either.”

“My sister made me go pick up some food from the convenience store,” he scowled, clearly still annoyed by this. “I told her I was waiting for you but she wouldn’t stop bitching about it. When I got back, she told me you had stopped by.”

Thinking about it, it did make sense. She’s never liked you, even when you were just his friend, claiming that you were a bad influence on him. When you started dating, she didn’t try to hide the fact that she thought you weren’t good enough for her baby brother. 

“When I got to school, Tsuji said you were looking for me then you left. I looked everywhere for you.” He cupped your face, brows punched with worry. “I thought… I thought something happened.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you, love,” you told him softly, resting your hand over his. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did. Many times!”

“You did?” Your own brow furrowed in confusion as you reached for your phone only to realize it wasn’t there. You had forgotten it this morning in your excitement to get to Shibaman’s house. You offered him a sheepish, embarrassed smile. “I, uh… I forgot my phone.”

Shibaman scoffed in disbelief, lowering his head until his forehead met your shoulder. The tension was slowly leaving him now that you were safe and sound in front of him.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you told him softly, running your fingers through his hair. “And on your birthday, too.”

He chuckled, arms encircling your waist so he could bring you closer, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. “You’re safe, that’s all I need.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile, pressing your lips to his. “Stay with me tonight?”

He hummed, claiming your lips again. “Of course.”

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“Baby, wake up.” Shibaman pressed a kiss beneath your ear, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. 

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled tiredly, leaning into the warmth his body offered.

He chuckled, turning you over so you were on your back looking up at him. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“Did I?” Your brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound like me.”

“I’m gonna stop by my place to grab something,” he told you softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll meet you at school, okay?”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” You forced yourself up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I’d rather keep you away from my sister,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.” He put his finger beneath your chin, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” You watched as he left the room, listening to his footsteps fade before the front door opened and closed behind him. Despite wanting to go back to sleep, you forced yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

It was much colder out today than it was yesterday, the sky covered by light grey clouds that made it seem more like the afternoon than early morning. You didn’t mind it, though. The cold was a welcome change from the warm weather of summer and spring, plus it gave you an excuse to steal more of your boyfriend’s jackets.

When you got to school, you were surprised to find the boys gathered in the courtyard, snickering and laughing. Curious, you made your way through the crowd, eyes widening at what you saw.

Shibaman was leaning against the building, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed. There was a slight furrow to his brow as he tried to ignore the teasing he was receiving. The reason for this teasing? He was wearing the sweater you had crocheted him.

It fit him perfectly, showing off his toned body while still being comfortable to wear. It was warm, too, easily blocking the cold wind. When you looked at the design, it felt childish to you and you felt guilty for not just making him a regular, solid sweater.

“Did you get that from your granny?” Teased one of the older boys before bursting out laughing, his friends following suit.

Shibaman opened his eyes, narrowing them at the male.

You swallowed down the nerves and embarrassment you felt, stepping forward. “I made it…”

“You did?” snorted the male. “No wonder it looks like trash -“

A fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back into the crowd with a cry. Shibaman straightened up, fire in his eyes. “Don’t you ever say that shit again or I’ll kill you.”

The crowd grew tense, their previous jolly demeanors changing to one of fear. It was easy to laugh at him and not take him seriously when he was wearing that sweater, but it didn’t change anything about how strong he was or how protective of you he was.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, lowering your head. “I didn’t consider how Oya would react. You don’t have to wear it.”

He scoffed, resting his large hand atop your head. “Of course, I’m gonna wear it. You spent months working on this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, tugging lightly at the material. “It was my first time crocheting. Yuken did his best to teach me, but… it could have been better.”

Realization flashed across his face as he remembered seeing you at the café with said male. Everything made sense now and his heart was filled with warmth and love for you. “I love it.”

“Really?” You sent him a skeptical look. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you. If I didn’t like it, I’d be honest.” As badly as he wanted to kiss you, he couldn’t bring himself to do so with the crowd that was still gathered in the courtyard. PDA was not something he enjoyed. “I love this sweater and I love you.”

You searched his eyes for any hint of a lie but there was none. “You really like it?”

“I do. Thank you, baby.”

Your eyes lit up, happiness filling you. “You’re welcome!”

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[simpforchuchu]

THEM 💖

Ryutaro Ata & Takahide Suzuki as Shibaman & Tsuji 🌸

[murayamasbandana]

"And the princess and her prince lived happily ever after"

[eatprayworm]

tsuji and shibaman: two men’s journey to get todoroki to join them as a throuple

[sollattes]

Hnl boys as bf types

Hanaoka fujio

-the type to taste the home made face masks you make for you skincare nights

-the type to kiss your hand to your neck then face then lips

-the type to get flustered when you kiss his knuckles

Tsukasa takajo

-the type to stare at you with so much adoration it makes everyone around him sick

-the type to interlock your fingers together in his pocket in a crowded place so you won't get separated

-the type to get flustered everytime you would flutter his face with kisses

Todoroki yosuke

-the type to ruffle your hair to brin gyou back to reality everytime you would get too focused in studying

-the type to subtlety intertwine your pinkie underneath the table

-the type to flustered when you take off his glasses for him before making out with him

Tsuji

-the type to always give you forehead kisses

-the type to always bring an extra jacket on him if ever forget your jacket

-the type to get flustered when grab his neck when kissing him

Shibaman

-the type to squish your cheeks while kissing your squashed face repeatedly

-the type to always have an arm around the back of the chair your sitting in

-the type to get flustered when you grab his chin to look at you

Sachio Ueda

-the type to back hug you and burry his head on your shoulders when your cooking

-the type to flaunt to you to anyone that flirts with him whether he is drunk or sober

-the type to get flustered when you put your hands inside his shirt and trace his abs

Yuken odajima

-the type always ALWAYS hype you up everytime you would try something new from your wardrobe

-the type to complain to the other guys at housen that he's missing you the whole freaking day(shidaken almost knocked him out because he won't stfu) even when he is gonna see you after

-the type to get flustered when you wear his sweaters

Shoji sawamura

-the type to wear very VERY obvious couple jewelleries with you and lowkey but obviously(?) Flaunt around the other housen boys

-the type to make plans for future dates with you while ON a date with you

-the type to get flustered when you help him take his jackets off

Shida Kenzo

-the type to be his no.1 priority would be to introduce you to his mom

-the type to prefer calls with you than texts

-the type to get flustered when you help him fix hair then give him forehead kisses

Shoji sameoka

-the type to draw circles pn your palm when your holding hands and your feeling anxious or uneasy

-the type to have small snacks that you like in his pocket for you

-the type get flustered when you softly stroke his cheeks and kiss his eyes

Reiji himuro

-the type to have a softer personality with you than the gang personality he has around his friends

-the type to spoil you, either with materialistic needs or being immediately there whenever you need or want him

-the type to get flustered when you shower him with words of affirmation

Tags @simpforchuchu

[tiredlittlewriter]

S.W.O.R.D characters and the Christmas songs I relate them to

Cobra: Darl+ing Holiday Version - Seventeen

Yamato: Rock With You - Seventeen (ik it's not a Christmas song but it's like the Die Hard Equivalent of music to me. This is a Christmas song to ME)

Noboru: There's Always Tomorrow - Rankin Bass Christmas

Naomi: Live - Akmu

Tetsu: Joy - NCT Dream

Dan: Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer - Rankin Bass Rudolph

Chiharu: We're a Couple of Misfits - Rankin Bass Rudolph

Rocky: Sarajevo 12/24 - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Kizzy: Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

Kaito: Miracles in December - EXO

Koo: The Christmas Song - Nat King Cole

Murayama: Beautiful Christmas - Red Velvet and Aespa

Seki: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

Furuya: Wishful Winter - NCT Wish

Todoroki: You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch - The Grinch

Tsuji: Rockin Around the Christmass Tree - Brenda Lee

Shibaman: All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey

Smoky: Sing For You - EXO

Lala: Isle of Mistfit Toys - Rankin Bass Rudolph

Takeshi: Happy Christmas - John Lennon

P: The First Snow - EXO

Yu: Christmas EveL - Stray Kids

Hyuga: Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms

Ukyo: Wonderful Christmas times - Paul McCartney

Sakyo: The Star (Chinese Version) - EXO

Kato: It's Christmas All Over the World - New Edition

Daruma Babies: Christmas Don't Be Late - Alvin & the Chipmunks

Hiroto: Chimdae (Snowing Version) - Lena

Masaki: Sleigh Ride - The Ronettes

Kohaku: Blue Christmas - Elvis (🤢)

Tsukumo: Santa Claus Go Straight to The Ghetto - James Brown

Ice: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Frank Sinatra

Sarah: 8 Days of Christmas - Destiny's Child

Ryu: Baby It's Cold Outside (the girl)

Jesse: Baby It's Cold Outside (the guy)

I'll be doing The Worst exclusive characters in the next one!!