#i swear it sounded like kenji was angry at him

[darkchocolatedimples]

ik there’s a lot of speculation around kenji and brooklynn having possibly broken up before her “death” (still not believing it) but doesn’t darius’s phone call with brand in the first episode kind of point away from that. didn’t he say kenji doesn’t want to hear anything i have to say or something like that? or am i tweaking

[asena-graywolf]

🔞 Shower Together 🔞

You didn't really wake up from your sleep. But you could see your awake boyfriend, shirtless, playing on the phone, even in a drowsy state. Abdominal and arm his muscles looked very sexy

Noticing that you were moving, he turned to look at you.

"Good morning sleepy mole" he made fun of you

"Good morning," you said, smacking and stretching.

"What did you sleep but..."

"What time is it?" you asked sleepily

“09.30” he replied

You lay on your back, you covered your face with your arm

"Too early" you muttered

“Come on…enough sleep,” she said, trying to encourage you to get up.

You moan with your back to Kenji

"A little more"

Kenji put his phone down on the nightstand next to him. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was against his bare chest and you could feel his warmth on your own body.

“You know?…I used to dream of you all the time in the shower. How I fucked your beautiful body under the hot water…and how I fucked you”

You had goosebumps as you whispered those nasty words in his ear. His fingertips had taken a little stroll over your arm, and obviously these weren't exactly innocent touches.

“Kenji…stop that” you moaned

He lowered his lips from her ear to her neck. His other hand was playing with your hair. He ran his fingers through your strands of hair.

You felt his warm breath on your neck. You knew you were inhaling your scent

“How warm your neck is. I swear I'll sleep here"

You grabbed his hand that went around his waist and interlocked your fingers with his from above

"My love, please I'm so sleepy"

"Really? I know how to wake you up. This idea may sound nasty to you, but…how about taking a shower together?”

Suddenly your eyes opened. Your previously paleness vanished in an instant. You turned to him and pressed your palm to his face, trying to push him away.

"Pervert!"

“What is it! It's like I've never fucked you before,huh? "

“How can you think of all this in the morning? You're unbelievable!”

“At least I managed to wake you up,” he said, taking her hand on her face and kissing her palm.

Your heart softened when you saw a pair of loving brown eyes staring at you. You smiled at him and slipped into his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest and inhaled his scent.

“Oh Kenji! I can never be angry with you. Your sweetness is enough to calm me down"

"You're lucky to have a cute boyfriend beauty," he said stroking her head and kissing her on the top of her head.

“It would be great if you stopped praising yourself every time.”

Although you were alluding to it, you were attracted by the smell of chocolate emanating from Kenji's body.

“Your fragrance is sweet”

“So you like my scent too?”

"Certainly. How can I not like my boyfriend's scent? Whenever I hug him, his warmth and scent make me feel peaceful”

He kissed you on the forehead. You put your hand on his neck while he was stroking your hair, then you went down to his bubbles, from there you touched his chest, lastly his abs

"Your body is so great. How long did it take you to build these muscles?”

“In 3 months. So that you can sleep comfortably on it"

"You are crazy!"

After smiling at each other, Kenji innocently gave you a kiss on your lips.

“If you like this fragrance, I can give you your secret”

you were worried

"How?"

“I'll show you in the shower. I will wash you with the same shower gel and you will smell like me.

“Oh well okay! I agree."

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. Kenji adjusted the temperature of the water. Then he helped you undress. He was already wearing panties, and a worn-out T-shirt.

“Can I help you undress?”

You agreed, "yes"

“Raise your arms,” he instructed you.

You did as he said. You raised your arms and he gently took off your shirt. He had seen you naked before, but this time you were embarrassed. You covered your breasts with your arms

“Hey don't! Why are you depriving me of the twin buns?" he said to you with a grin

"Kenji…okay you've seen me naked before but since it's our first time in the bathroom…I'm a little embarrassed"

“Come on, don't be shy! Take your hands off so I can see your great boobs" and he took off his sweatpants and remained in only white boxer.

"Okay" you said and shyly pulled up your arms and showed her your bare breasts.

Kenji was looking at you with admiration

“You are so beautiful y/n. I wanna squeeze your boobs”

Even three of Kenji's words made his panties wet.

Steam from the hot water enveloped every corner of the bathroom. You would both be considered naked

Kenji took a step towards you before shoving you in the shower. He grabbed her shoulder and brought her head close to her ear

“For me, are you wet again?”

You could feel the speed of your heartbeat outside your chest. There was a spark growing between her legs. You could feel a surge of pleasure coming from your clitoris to your stomach.

Kenji's fingers found your clit through your wet panties. He pressed a little hard, you moaned in momentary pain

“Oh, Kenji…”

“I see you are ready from yesterday. Then take it off so I can see your wetness closely"

"Oh, can't we just do it?"

Kenji chuckled

"Why is that?"

“This…that is so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed that you look at my wetness"

Kenji's patience was slowly running out.

“Oh, you played hard so much, y/n-chan. Anyone who sees it thinks that you will show me your cunt for the first time. They'll think we're both rookie virgins"

You finally agreed and stopped resisting

“Well okay. But don't forget we're in the bathroom. They can hear our voices”

"There's a simple solution to this, honey," he said, and closed the louver of the small air vent in the bathroom.

"That's it. No one can hear us anymore. Come on. Take a shower with me"

You gathered all your courage and took off your underwear in front of each other.

Your genitals were now visible to each other.

You went under hot water. The hot water drops touching your skin made you relax. Then Kenji's slow and passionate kiss increased the level of serotonin secreted in your body.

You were both soaking wet from head to toe. The water gushing from the shower drain was running down your head. Kenji parted his lips from you. You opened your eyes and saw that her cheeks were red.

“Y/n” he said gently, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it.

Then he kissed you a second time passionately and this time more passionately. He stuck his tongue into his mouth while kissing. You were sucking his tongue too, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.

As he pulled his full lips away from yours, you stared at the drool that stretched between you from the tips of your tongues.

Keeping his posture, Kenji reached for the shower faucets and turned off the water. As soon as you turned off the water, the hot air vapor around you suddenly disappeared.

Goosebumps are slowly starting to get goosebumps

“Oh? Kenji I'm…I'm cold" you said wrapping your arms around yourself

A daring grin appeared on his face

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up now."

You thought the softness of his voice would innocently hug you and warm you with his skin, but Kenji's suddenly changed demeanor made you feel like you had been slapped.

"Kneel down!" he said like a commander giving orders to his subordinate

"W-What?" you stammered in surprise

“You heard what I said. I want my dick in your mouth. Suck that!”

He considered the possibility of your hesitation and pressed your head, causing you to get down on your knees.

“If you try to resist, I will force it into your mouth. You either be a submissive bitch and listen to me, or I'll fuck you to death. Now… obey my orders, sweetheart”

Kenji's dominance and authoritarianism was enough to make you shiver. Your sweet boyfriend, who didn't hesitate to fight with you, was turning into a despot when it came to having sex.

If you obeyed him, maybe you could taste another form of sex. So you agreed to follow his orders

"You command, sir," you said to him in submission.

Kenji grinned triumphantly.

“Fine,” he said, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you hard towards him.

"Take that in your mouth!"

You instinctively opened your mouth and took Kenji's hardened erect dick in your mouth. As soon as you took it in your mouth, you were short of breath. He had your dick all up his throat. You made weird noises in your throat, you looked at Kenji with your watery eyes pleadingly.

"Come on! You are a submissive slut.You're not going to ask me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head no

“So suck it up. Throw it all in your mouth,bitch!”

He grabbed his head and pressed it to himself. You could feel his thick, hardened cock in your throat. You started licking your head back and forth.

After a while, Kenji got tired of your slow pace and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. You took your dick out of your mouth

“Speed ​​up! I want to cum”

“But we just started”

He sadistically slapped your in the face and before you knew what it was, you felt his huge dick in your mouth again.

“I told you to speed up! I'm going to cum into your pretty little mouth whether you’d like it or not! Keep on!"

With another slap on your cheek, a red handprint appeared where he had slap.

You did exactly what he said, treating Kenji like an obedient slut.

You continued to suck on Kenji's hardened cock until he ejaculated.

“I'm cumming y/n”

He muttered loudly and groaned, grabbed the back of your head as you ejaculated, pulled you towards him and cum all over your mouth.

You felt your hardened cock soften again in your mouth and coughed as you removed it.

The semen that filled every corner of his mouth flowed into his palms.

“Clean these things up,” he ordered, showing you the semen on the end of your dick.

You carried out your order without question. You cleaned it using your tongue like a cleaning cloth

"Stand up!" and gave you the second order.

You stood up. Kenji brought his index and thumb together between your legs and began massaging his clit back and forth.

You were soaking wet while blowing Kenji and your cunt was very sensitive. You meowed as you felt Kenji's fingers

“How does it feel?”

You couldn't answer with pleasure. Only two words came out of your mouth between your short intermittent breaths.

"So nice"

“Look at you. You're drenched."

He pressed his fingers harder against you. This time he touched your sensitive area. You almost screamed.

“You’re gung ho. Turn around, put your hands on the wall”

He pushes you against the wall and you put your hands on the wall and turn your back on him. You lifted your hips a little to rest against him.

“You are so impatient. I'm not going to get right into it."

He leaned against you from behind and his fingers cupped both of your breasts.

“How soft they are”

He started massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. He squeezed his hardened nipples between his two fingers

“You are hardened. Do you want to cumming from your nipples too? Or do you just want to cum out of your cunt waiting to be fucked? Tell me baby, what do you want?"

You felt his hot breath on your neck. Then she dug her teeth into your delicate skin, leaving you with a feeling of pain and pleasure competing against each other.

He didn't pull his teeth out of your neck until he was bruised.

You couldn't answer their questions, you just groaned that you felt both pain and pleasure.

“I get it, honey. You want me to go your inside. Wouldn't I ever give you what you want?"

He slapped your ass with all his might. Then he entered it for as little as the speed of light. The thick cock that got into the pussy enlarged the walls of the vagina. It started to move quickly inside. Spanking your hips occasionally

“Ohh…Kenji!”

"What are you? Are you cumming right away?" he said mockingly

“I don't think I can hold it”

You got another slap on your hip

“Shut up! You can't ejaculate before I cumming!”

"No!" You were literally crying with pleasure as you pleaded.

He stopped moving inside

"What did you say?" he said in a menacing voice

You took a deep breath and cried out in impatience

“I wanna cum Kenji! Fuck me!”

"So you wanna cum"

He turned you face-to-face again and grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You shivered as your back pressed against the freezing wall. Kenji caught your throat with one hand

“If you want to cum, you hafta look at my face while cumming! Otherwise, the results won’t be good for you.”

You nodded okay. Once Kenji got inside, your vaginal walls tightened again and you started to get more and more wetter.

You could hear the sound of Kenji's skin hitting yours as he moved inside, including cracking sounds from the wetness and sticky vagina.

"Look down! See how I fuck you!”

You hesitated, it was so embarrassing to see Kenji's dick fucked to your cunt. You just wanted to feel the orgasm and enjoy the moment.

“I said, look down!” you insisted

Reluctantly, you lowered your head and saw a thick cock slithering in and out of your vagina. Your pussy was like a fountain, dripping splatteringly.

"It's obvious that you get angry as you go inside, that's how wet you are"

You totally got Kenji's dick in and your moans were a duet as he swung back and forth at top speed.

Your wetness was creaming Kenji's cock. He dug his teeth into your neck and started sucking on your sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure were radiating from every corner of his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back.

He made one last move and went deep inside.

“Take it all, you slut!” she said as she had an orgasm with a flushed face

Warm semen filled her womb. Kenji's cock softened inside, you both gasped at the same time after you screamed for orgasm.

Your heart was beating outside your chest, you could feel your pulse beating in your vagina. 'Cause your vagina was beating like a heart

Kenji slowly lowered you. You had a pain in your lower back and you were not able to walk.

“Oh Kenji! I can't stand up"

“I guess I forced too hard. Do you want me to wash you? And with that scent you love?”

"Okay" you said with a slight smile.

“You will smell like me too”

He gently lifted you up and turned the water back on. He pushed back the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

You shampooed and lathered each other. Kenji would occasionally place kisses on your shoulder and back as he washed you with soap.

You took a pleasant shower after sex. Then Kenji put you in a bathrobe, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and carried you to bed.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said as he draped the quilt over you.

You replied, "It hurt a little"

"I am sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. Now I'm going to get you a birth control pill. We don't want to encounter a surprise pregnancy, do we?"

"Yes you are right"

He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a glass of water and a birth control pill.

“Drink it” he said, and handed it to you.

You took the pill with the water. Now, the possibility of encountering a surprise pregnancy after unprotected intercourse was minimized.

She dried her hair with a towel wrapped around her shoulder and then picked up her phone on the nightstand.

“I wanted to have a good time with you for an hour, but they didn't give me any rest. The message box is overflowing”

"So you're loved, Kenji," you said with a chuckle.

“They may love me, but I just love you y/n” she said and put the phone down again and reached towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"What would you like to do now? Should we lie in bed and cuddle or watch a movie? If you're hungry, I can eat it too"

You accepted his offer by saying

"Let's do it all in order"

[honeysofte-archieve]

fandom: blood moon

rating: teens and up.

pairing: sergi x male mc.

word count: 1,272.

summary: He yells, shouts from the top of his lungs and breaks things. So many things and by the end of it, his only hand’s knuckles are wet with blood and his lip has been split apart for how hard he’s been biting on it.

this is embarrassing but i actually saw a dream of this fic so naturally i had to write it, lol. i love sergi so this is really self-indulgent skjsks since we don’t get to kiss him in game. :”)

 @barbwritesstuff i hope you don’t mind me playing with your characters a bit if so i will delete this. 🙏

edit: now in ao3!

Sergi loses an arm, an eye and his dignity.

Some would say that it’s a small price to pay for his life but sometimes Sergi just feels like that the other option would have been the easier one. He has no Alpha, no direction in his life and he is <i>tired</i>. So very tired all the time for what the world has done to him and his pack, his family. The only one he has and the only one that matters.

After he is done with being tired, he gets angry. Fucking angrier than he has ever been in his life. He wants to break things, he wants to fight and he wants to kill. The moon is loud, it encourages these things he wants. It tells him to do it. It tells him to go with the moon and be put to down like a rapid dog with no master.

But he resists. He isn’t exactly sure why because he wants to die, as fucked up as it sounds. He doesn’t know how live without an arm or eye. He doesn’t know how to eat with his left hand, sometimes it’s hard for even to piss and it’s the most humiliating that has ever happened to him.

And then, one day he snaps.

He yells, shouts from the top of his lungs and breaks things. So many things and by the end of it, his only hand’s knuckles are wet with blood and his lip has been split apart for how hard he’s been biting on it. The red fluid drips on his chin and he stares at the carnage he has wrought on the furniture in the second floor.

killkillkillkill

The pack is howling at Sergi in his mind, worried and questioning, but he doesn’t answer— doesn’t quite bare to because of how damn ashamed he is.

He swears and sits down on the floor, almost fells down for how unbalanced he is without his other arm so he swears again. And again. And again.

This is how Kenji finds him.

On the floor, crying, angry and devastated and cursing so many words, it’s difficult to fucking breathe.

He hears when Kenji opens and closes the door of the room Sergi is in and walks in, awkwardly hanging back for a long moment before he dares to approach him. The howling of his pack quiets so they probably know that Kenji is with him now. Nikolas probably sent him to check on him. Sergi doesn’t want to be checked. He wants to be alone.

“Hey,” Kenji says, very quietly as if he’s talking to a spooked animal. Perhaps Sergi is one. He certainly feels more like an animal now. His skin is covered in brown fur and his nails are sharp claws.

killkillkillkill

Sergi doesn’t answer so Kenji answer him in with a soft howl.

peacepeacepeacepeace

“Fuck off,” Sergi says instead. Kenji pauses.

“Do you really want me to?” he asks and Sergi sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Sorry,” he adds as an afterthought.

“It’s okay,” Kenji answers, kinder than Sergi deserves. “How are you?”

“How do you fucking think?”

Kenji doesn’t say anything but Sergi can hear him finally closing the distance between them and walking beside him. Kenji sits down next to him. They are quiet. Together but quiet.

peacepeacepeacepeace

Kenji keeps howling and the others join in and bit by bit, Sergi starts to calm down from his rage. His panting stops and his claws retreat back to normal nails. Kenji doesn’t touch him though he clearly wants to, Sergi can almost feel it.

For the first time Sergi turns to look at him.

Kenji is holding a red emergency kit on his hands, toying with the zipper between his long fingers. His black hair is a mess and his eyes behind his eye glasses are blue and tired. He clearly doesn’t know what to say. Sergi doesn’t either though he wants to.

“What are you doing here?” Sergi ends up asking in the end.

“I was worried,” Kenji answers. He takes care to say <i>I</i> and not <i>we</i>, like he wants Sergi to know that Kenji, spesifically, is worried and came here from his own free will.

Sergi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t quite know what to reply to that.

“You look a little rough,” Kenji says and Sergi finds himself chuckling.

“A little?” he asks and rolls his eyes. “I feel like shit.”

Kenji smiles, a tiny little thing. It’s a nice smile, it fits him. Sergi has always thought so. “You said it, not me.”

“Mm.”

“I could bandage your hand,” Kenji says then. It sounds like a question. “If you want.”

It’s unnecessary— werewolves heal fast so for a moment Sergi considers declining the offer but then he thinks <i>why the fuck not</i> and nods silently. Kenji looks impossibly surprised by this, eyes slightly wider, but recovers quickly and starts opening up med kit and pulling out a bandages, a disinfectant and cotton pads.

Then he takes Sergi’s only hand into his own, touch so gentle and kind it’s barely there at all. He opens the bottle of disinfectant and pours it into a a cotton pad and starts tapping  the liquid into Sergi’s bloody and bruised knuckles.

“Is this okay?” Kenji asks after a moment and lifts his head to look at Sergi who nods.

“Yeah,” Sergi rasps out, his voice a mess of feelings he can’t identify.

After Kenji is done cleaning off the blood, he starts bandaging the wound. There’s something tender in the gesture ans Sergi recognises for what it is. He’s not completely oblivious, he has been aware of Kenji’s feeling for a while. It’s impossible to miss how his breath catches when Sergi is near or how he comes up with excuses to touch him. Less so after the accident, this might actually be the first time someone has touched Sergi after it happened and he has welcomed it.

It’s nice, Sergi thinks. It’s nice to feel something gentle after a messy few days. He keeps staring down at Kenji, marvelling him and how he’s not afraid to take care of a fucked up cripple.

After Kenji is done he turns to look at Sergi with a small smile and Sergi does something he hasn’t done in a long, long while.

It’s a short and small kiss but he presses it to Kenji’s soft lips and doesn’t regret it. There’s still blood on his lips and Kenji’s breath catches the moment they touch. For a moment he’s still before he starts kissing Sergi back hesitantly. Sergi cups Kenji’s cheek onto his palm and strokes his skin with his thumb. Kenji sighs.

It’s nice, Sergi thinks again. Really nice.

The kiss stays tame, neither of them changing its course to something more urgent or wilder and that’s okay. Sergi doesn’t think he would be up for it, anyway, he still feels raw and a little broken, and Kenji seems to sense that even without howling.

When they break apart, Sergi smiles. “That was nice,” he says. Kenji’s answering smile is like the sun.

There’s a cute blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, it was.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime?”

“Hm,” Kenji pretends to consider it, “I guess I could be persuaded. But only if you promise not hurt yourself like this again.”

Sergi sighs deeply. He’s tired of his life but, “Can’t really promise anything… But I’ll try. For you.”

For him, Sergi thinks and smiles fondly at Kenji. I will try.

[aarcanechaoss]

I feel like Kunikida is SO DAMN underrated, he really deserves more fanfics and love!! If you’re taking requests, I’d LOVE to have a Kunikida x Reader smut where he gets really pent up and dominating hehe. Might be because of something related to jealousy or a bad day at work, I don’t care as long as he doms the hell out of me and makes me unable to walk for days🥰

Yes requests are available. Whether with an oc or not I’m down lol as long as no one is asking for smut with anyone younger than Atsushi (18) it’s cool 😂😂

Sorry it’s short and rushed I wanted to do this before I forgot about it 😂😂

Kunikida was having a fucking awful day. He was tired, angry and as per usual ready to strangle Osamu Dazai. He wouldn’t put it past himself to willingly swear in front of Kenji and Kyoka it was that bad. Kenji should never have to learn swear words as his partner has said on multiple occasions.

That thought alone almost made him smile- the image of his significant other plastering their hands over the young boys ears and harshly whispering at Dazai is a truely blissful sight.

Doesn’t stop him from wanting to beat the man black and blue.

“Y/N. I’m home.” Doppo said. Your head ducked out from your shared room.

“Hello babe. You okay?” He sighed, a huff sounding as his response. You smiled softly and walked towards him.

“Honestly today was-“ he growled, dropping g his belongings onto the kitchen bench.

Turning towards you he pulled at his tie, that’s usually the first think he takes off when he gets home and normally you’d help but something told you not to. He was eerily quiet, not even caring when his notebook fell to the floor. With another angered huff he pulled you in, lips clashing together, his teeth nipping at your lips. You reciprocated the kiss with the same fervour.

His strong hands pull at your clothes not even trying to lure you into the bedroom. Your shirt falls, followed by pants then underwear and then his own clothes.

“No time for fun today Huh?” You asked once breathing was available to do. He held a steady glare silencing you quickly.

He didn’t bother with anything but fucking you on that bench. Whether your stomach was pressed to the cold surface or your back, legs over his shoulders or his waist he didn’t care. His hips rocked against yours again and again until your body was shaking as he left marks down your chest with a satisfied smirk.

“Now no one can say I don’t do you right.” He said to himself. A smirk rested on his lips and you couldn’t even be bothered to wipe it away.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt 3)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut mentioned

Word count: 7,000 +

You wake up the next morning fully exhausted.

After yet another round before you both cooked dinner, you ended dinner with Takuro fucking you against the wall as you gushed around his cock.

You hadn't fucked that much since you were in your early 20s. And for a man in his late 40s, Takuros stamina was unmatched.

It took you an hour to pack up and leave because he had to fuck you again in the bedroom and on the couch.

"I seriously can't get enough of you" He says as he walks you to your car.

"Well we will definitely be having more sleep overs very soon" you say as he kisses you.

"Dont leave" he says, hugging you tightly "Please stay"

"Taku I can't Kenji will be home soon" you say as you places kisses on his neck.

"When are we going to tell him Y/N? He deserves to know" Takuro said

He was right. Kenji needed to know.  The last thing you wanted was to lie to your son,

"I'll talk to him tonight ok" you say as Takuro smiles at you and kisses you goodbye.

You arrive home grabbing your bag from the car. You hope Kenji isn't home yet as you approach your house. You see a light on.

fuck

You open the door and walk in.

"Hi Kenji, sorry I'm late. I was at grandma and gran-" you say as you look up to see your son glaring at you.

"Kenji are you ok?" You say with concern on your face.

"Oh I don't know mom. How would you feel if you saw your mother kiss your coach in public?" He says as your eyes widen.

"Thought I was going to grab some snacks but turns out I got a whole ass meal in the form of my mother making out with my volleyball coach! What in the actual fuck mom? How long? How long have you been lying to me?" He screams at you as you shutter back

You've never seen your son so angry as he is right now.

"It's one thing for you to come to out games Mom but for you to date my coach?? Seriously mom that's too far" Kenji screams at you as you stand there absorbing it all.

"I mean Jesus Christ mom! You couldn't go an date some other random man! Why can't you just get your own life! Instead you have to fuck my coach! I hate you!" He screams as he stomps to his room slamming his door.

You can't say anything. You're completely frozen.

He hated you. The words swarmed your mind over and over 

Had you going out with Takurō really affected Kenji this much? You feel your eyes begin to swell as tears began to roll down your cheeks. You turn, slowly moving to your room as you feel the tears begin to fall faster.

You didn't sleep much that night. Not at all really. You couldn't believe you broke you child's trust like that. You hated yourself and hated that you made him so uncomfortable. 

 You had to talk to Takuro. You sent him an early text at 5am as you made your way to the kitchen. You noticed Kenji's door was still closed ad you made coffee and fruit to take to your room. You return to a message asking to meet you before morning practice.

You get dressed and leave the house without a sound. You try to be as quiet as you can be as to not disturb your sleeping kid. I've already messed up his life enough I don't want to mess up his sleep you say to yourself as you get in your car and drive to the school. It's 6:00am by the time you arrive. Takurō is already waiting for you.

You get out of your car as he notices the tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/N what's wrong is everything ok?" He rushes to you and pulls you into a hug. Your tears completely drowning out everything, including the preying eyes of a certain 2nd year manager as she approaches the side of the school.

 Mai stops when she sees you and the coach. She hears you crying and backs up next to the gym to listen.

"I'm sorry Takuro but I can't keep seeing you" you say as yu look at him with tears streaming down your face.

"I don’t understand Y/N I thought-" Takuro says concerned

"Kenji found out about our dates. Apparently he saw us with a few members of the team. He was really upset and told me I need to stay out of his school life" you say as your tears begin to flow quicker.

Takuro pulls you into a hug. He doesn't want you to be upset

"Y/N let me talk to him please I want to be with you" Takuro says as he pulls away placing his hand under your chin.

"Takuro no please he already hates me enough. I can't lose my son. He's right I should have never pryed in his life. I'm so sorry Takuro. I really like you but I can't do this to Kenji" you say as you back up to gave him.

Takuro is devastated to say the least. The women he cares so deeply for is forced to make a choice because he had crossed the line between parent and coach.

"No Y/N, it's my fault. I'm sorry that this happened. I don't blame you. If anything this is my fault. I should have been more responsible. You are Kenji's mom and I'm his coach. It was inappropriate" he says as he looks down.

Somehow it hurt even more to hear Takuro say those words. You knew he cared for you but he was trying to take the burden of your son's blame off of you.

Meanwhile Mai is both crying and furious. 

Could Kenji really be this big of an ass?

"Thank you for supporting the boys Y/N. It was a pleasure" Takuro says as he waves to you turning to walk towards the gym.

You get in your car as you start to drive home. The tears consistently rolling down your cheeks. You park the car as you completely lose your cool. You start beating on the steering wheel screaming and crying as you let all your pent up emotions out.

you're neighbors probably think your insane

After 15 minutes you walk in the house, noticing Kenji's door is open. You decide to leave him be as you make your way to your room still sniffling from your car melt down. 

You walk into your room and lay down. You've already called out of work for the day as you feel like you just mentally can't do it. You lay in bed as you feel the emotions take over again.

Meanwhile Kenji arrives at school. He's still mad about his discovery of yours and his coaches relationship. He can't believe you would do such a thing to him. To invade his personal life like that.

Coach doesn't say anything though out practice. Kenji figures his mom already has him in her side through this whole ordeal. Why wouldn't he be?

"Mai can you tell coach we need to get the jerseys altered" Kenji says to Mai as she watches coach look to Kenji and walk out of the gym.

"Tell him yourself" Mai says snarkily as she turns away.

"Mai just do it" Kenji says "i’m not in the mood today"

"Why because you’re ashamed you made your mom cry" Mai yells as the team stops.

Mai looks at Kenji and she's pissed.

"You know you have the sweetest kindest mom in the entire world and she's happy. But you can't have that can you Kenji because you're a massive ass" Mai screams.

Kenji is heated. He doesn't know how Mai found out but he isn't going to take being yelled at.

"Mai you have no idea what you're even talking about so just butt out" Kenji screams at her and Aone walks in from of Mai forming a protective barrier.

"It's ok Aone. I'm not scared of Kenji" she says as steps in front of Aone "you know what I saw this morning Kenji? I saw your mom and coach in the parking lot. And your mom was crying. Like hard core crying telling coach that she couldn't see him anymore."

Mai is shouting at Kenji as Kenji just stares.

You were really crying? And worse is he caused it? 

"You know Kenji your mom goes out of her way to do everything for this team! Coach shows interest in her and she likes him back and suddenly its an attack on you?" Mai is screaming at this point, tears flowing down her face.

The team watches in shock. They have never seen Mai this angry before.

"Newsflash asshole you're mom is allowed to be happy! She told coach she couldn't see him anymore because of you! She told him she didn't want to hurt YOU KENJI. Your mom is heartbroken and she's worried because he son is upset because she's happy? Give me a fucking break!" Mai screams one last time as she turns to walk out of the gym, slamming the door behind her.

The boys stand in silence. Kenji is shocked.

you really liked coach that much and you really cared enough about him to ruin whatever you and coach had going on?

The team turns as they shake their heads in disbelief at Kenji, even Aone shows emotion.

"You are the only one who sees an issue here Kenji" he speaks as he walks back to join the team.

Kenji walks out of the gym doors as he slides down the outer walls. He really was being an ass. He didn't care about your feelings only his own personal standings as the captain of the iron wall.

He got up walking to the coaches office. He knocks as Takuro directs him to enter.

Takuro looks up at Kenji and back to his paperwork. He doesn't sound good. He sounds like he's upset.

"Yes Futakuchi" Takuro chokes out.

Kenji clears his throat "do you really care about her?"

Takuro looks up from his work spinning around his in chair.

"I do but she made it clear that you come first. As a good mother should. You are really lucky to have her. She cares for your very deeply and she loves you so very much" he says she he swivels around facing his work with his arms resting in his desk as his hands lean against his forehead

"I see" he says as he crosses his arms in front of his chest "then I guess I owe you both an apology".

Takuro turns in his chair to see a soft smiling Kenji as a smile slowly appears on his face. 

The day seems to drag on. It's only 4pm but it feels like you've been in bed for days. You decide to get up and shower, planning to make dinner before Kenji comes home. He might not want to speak with you but you're still his mother.

You shower and walk to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You start to sniffle again as you try not to let it go into a full blown cry session. You hear the door open as you continue to cut up vegetables.

You don't hear anything as you look up to see your tall son leaning against the door frame to the kitchen with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You smile lightly as you try not to cry more. The tears seem to flow no matter how hard you try to control them.

"Mom" Kenji says in a sweet voice.

You look up smiling at him as you wipe your tears "Oh hi sweetheart how was practice?"

He frowns walking over to you as he hugs you from behind. No longer being able to control the tears you turn around hugging your son as you crying into his shoulder.

"Kenji I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! I didn't mean to ruin your life. I just got excited and-" you say as your tears continue to wet his date tech tracksuit.

"Mom stop ok" Kenji says as he pulls away placing hands on your shoulders.

"Mom I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was a complete ass to you. I didn't even listen to your side of the story" he says as he looks at you ashamed "you've done so much for me and I ruined your happiness."

"It's ok baby I overstepped my boundaries. I'm sorry" you say as you hug him.

"Mai told me what happened with you and coach" Kenji said sweetly as he looks at your shocked face.

"M-Mai was there" you say as your eyes widen.

"Yeah and I'm glad she was. She told me what happened. She told me you told coach you couldn't see him" Kenji said looking down at you.

"It's ok Kenj. Coach was ok with it. He understood you came first" you say sweetly.

"Well Im not ok with it" Kenji says as he pulls away from you walking towards your front door. He opens the door for someone as your eyes widen.

"T-Takuro?" you say as you place your hands over your mouth.

"Hi Y/N" he says as he goes to hug you. You hug him back as you cry into this shoulder.

"Shh it's ok Y/N" he says as you break from the hug.

"Kenji?" you say questioningly to your son

"Mom I realized your happiness is more important than my reputation" he says as he looks at both you and coach.

"Kenji" you say as you start to cry yet again going to hug your son "you're really ok with this?"

"Yeah mom. I'm happy if your happy. Now go get ready. Coach is taking you out on a date or whatever" he says as he rolls his eyes and waves his hand walking go his room.

"Really" you say as you run back to Takuro and he chuckles. "Yes sweetheart" he says as he leans down the kiss you.

"God I'm never going to get use to this" Kenji says as he closes his bedroom door.

You both laugh as you deepen the kiss with the man of your affections.

*2 days later*

"Oh Ms. Futakuchi! It's so nice to see you" Obara shouts as Kenji rolls his eyes walking the complete other way as you and Takuro stroll into practice hand in hand.

"Thank you! It's nice to see you too" you smile.

"I see Mai got through to Kenji" Obara smirks as the rest of the team laughs.

"Alright time for laps" Kenji screams clapping his hands together trying to avoid the inevitable

"Wait what did Mai say?" You look at Kenji as he hides his face then to coach who starts laughing.

Mai was looking down at the floor, softly smiling.

"Well our sweet Mai laid in hard to ole Kenji. She told him he was being an ass and told him that you deserved the world" he says as he grabs your waist.

"Mai" you say as your mouth gapes and your eyes sparkle "Thank you!"

You run to hug her as she hugs you back.

"Marry this one Kenji! I like her a lot more than I like you" you snicker as you turn to leave practice.

Kenji just smiles as you walk hand in hand with Coach out of the gym.

"Whatever you say mom. Whatever you say"

[continentalblue]

my review and thoughts of jwcc s4 since I bingewatched it with my sibling in one day (watch out for spoilers!):

> I really liked Kenji and Brooklynn's relationship. It was really sweet, although in the early episodes it was kinda heavy-handed. It was kinda unexpected and I wish they put more emphasis on some other ships but that's a mild complaint of mine

> The Benrius moments!! The sandstorm, Ben sounding so angry when Kash hurt Darius, them constantly touching each other's shoulders omg. Not as much as S3 but still a nice amount

> Yasammy!! They shared a bed and all the touching. Love them

> Yaz finally being able to break down. I wish they explored all of the camper's mental health a little bit more though

> BEN THINKING YAZ HAD A CRUSH ON HIM AND HER NOT CORRECTING IT IN ORDER TO SET KENJI/BROOKLYNN UP LMAOO

> I loved Mae. she's my wife now

> Is Yaz's mom dead?? Regardless she clearly loves her mom a lot and it's making my heart melt

> Little Eatie and Big Eatie were done SO DIRTY

> I wish they explored the camper's backstories more

> Kash sucks

> THE PLOTTWIST AT THE END WITH KENJI'S F A T H E R

>S5 needs to come out soon I swear

> Overall, I rate this season somewhere between 8.5 and 9.5 out of 10. I liked it a lot.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Party - o2

CW: implied whumper changing Whumpee’s clothes, public humiliation, pet whump, asphyxiation, corset, defiant whumpee, swearing, intimate whumper, non con touch (non sexual)

[masterlist]

Len had to take off the straps for o2 to change, so they had replaced one restriction with another. A thick leather muzzle with metal rivets serving as small air holes.

There wasn’t nearly enough, but it was temporary.

They changed their pet into something more fitting of a party, more elegant and luxurious. No expense was spared for their pet’s first appearance, every article of clothing on him made especially for him. The shirt collar had been made low as to not cover the dark bruises that bloomed around his throat.

No, Len would never dream of covering those.

The waistcoat was black with golden filigree embroidered across it. It fit perfectly over the white dress shirt, double collar plunging to the center of his chest. His black slacks and shined shoes were left less ostentatious so as to not distract from the rest of the outfit.

Usually, Len wasn’t a fan of most corsets. Truthfully, something about the function made them uncomfortable. Shaping ribs and moving organs was wrong. Disturbing. However, a friend had suggested one that they simply couldn’t refuse.

It was black with golden ribbing, lacing tightly in the back. It didn’t try to rearrange the boy’s shape or cause his ribs to stick out. This corset was just pressure, just restriction, keeping his lungs even more contained in his chest.

O2 whimpered when they secured it, legs only barely keeping him standing. He had to lurch forward to hang onto the bathroom counter for support. Len smiled and ran a hand down his spine.

“Do you like it Sweetheart? I had it made specially for you.” They looked up into the mirror in front of them, looking directly into o2’s face. The muzzle covered much of it, but his expressive eyes were still there. They were hazy and pained, glaring back at them. Amused, Len wrapped their arms around his chest and placed their chin onto his shoulder.

His arms shook to keep them both supported.

“I like it.”

Len released their pet and turned to gather the next step of the process. O2 was fading fast, so they guided him to the stool they prepared next to the vanity. They had to keep a hand behind his head for support as they applied the eyeliner and shadow.

More straps, only three this time, were replaced around the boy’s chest. The buckles were gold with slick black leather, evenly spaced. O2 whimpered at the sensation and the way that combined with the corset. He couldn’t breathe out, or down, forcing his shoulders to rise and fall drastically to try and find space. Even gasping did nothing, barely able to get air past the muzzle pressed onto his face.

The marble of the bathroom started to grow fuzzy.

Len unclasped the muzzle carelessly, as if it was nothing. As if it was just another piece of fabric - not a death sentence that had been locked over his nose and mouth. O2 gasped loudly then immediately shivered at the wave of pain that swept over his throat. It hurt, it hurt so much. It stabbed and cut, every fiber sore and wounded. His pain earned him nothing but a smile a soft hand on his shoulder.

The last accessory that Len had for their boy was a golden circlet to sit in his black hair. It wasn’t too thin, large enough to clearly be seen in the dark locs.

“Mmmnn yes,” they purred, taking him gently by the chin. O2 squeezed his eyes closed, unwilling to see the delight and pride in their face.

A few tears escaped and made their way down his face.

~~

O2 hadn’t been left in a corner. No no, that would have been too merciful for this nightmare. He had been left in the center of the room, holding himself up with the help of a side table. There were so many people. At first, he had been so shocked to see them, so excited at the prospect of getting help. This was obviously torture, obviously against his will. The bruises on his neck couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, and he was so weak. Even with the limited amount that he could talk, someone would have to notice, wouldn't they?

The guests that milled around did notice. They noticed the bruises and the way his legs trembled. They noticed the red marks from the muzzle that hadn’t quite gone away and the straps that cut into his chest. They noticed all of it, knew exactly what it was, and did nothing.

More than nothing, they enjoyed the view.

The first time one of them had come to lift his head up, to examine him closer he was so sure that they would lean over and whisper in his ear. Tell him it was an act, that they were going to get him out. That they were undercover and any second the door would be blown down and he’d be saved.

They never did that.

Instead, they palmed his head back and forth, thumbed over the bruises and brushed his hair to the side. They wiped away the tears that wouldn’t stop and smiled when he winced as he swallowed. No one wanted to help him.

“Gorgeous, isn’t he? You wouldn’t believe how angry this one is when he’s given a little slack.” Len was always nearby, sipping their wine and keeping an eye on their guests and pet. O2 snarled at them from across the room.

“Seems to me that you’ve already given him enough slack,” their guests muttered. Len chuckled.

“I wanted him to be entertaining. At least for now. I don’t know if he’s the best one I’ve had, but he is my current favorite pet.”

“N-not… your, pet,” Kenji ground out, having to take a shallow breath between each word. He grit his teeth and didn’t let his gaze drop. The air was just barely enough to let him speak, so he would have this asshole know his mind.

Len smiled, infuriating him.

“Oh yes you are dear. But, if you insist to learn your place in front of all these fine people who am I to stop you?” They strode over and took him by the arm, dragging him to the center of the crowd. Kenji tried to wrench his arm away, but there was no point.

“Tell me Sweetheart - where do pets belong?” Len let him go, watching as Kenji wobbled on his legs. He grabbed his own arms to try and find some balance. Another scowl, but no answer.

“Fine, if you don’t want to play, pets sit on the ground. Do you see any of us on the floor? No? That’s because we’re not pets. But do you know who will end tonight curled up on this carpet - like a pet?” They began to circle their pet, well aware that their raised voice was attracting the attention of every guest in attendance.

O2 grit his teeth, “but I’m not on the carpet - am I asswipe?”

Len laughed politely as they slid a hand around the corset and settled over Kenji’s stomach. They straightened his posture, pulled his arms down. Slowly, they leaned closer to whisper into his ear “Yes, but for how much longer?”

With that, they retreated again and Kenji realized the game they were playing. The room was already beginning to warp and sway, strength starting to wane slowly away. It was hard to keep standing with his knees shaking so. Kenji swallowed and closed his eyes against the pain. He wouldn’t be able to keep standing forever.

Or could he?

If it was a test of will, of determination, then he could. He could make it forever to prove that he wasn’t a pet. That he wasn’t some weak thing that could be manipulated and made to feel like an idiot. He wasn’t sweet or precious or soft - he was a pain in everyone’s ass and twice as loud. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of watching him fail.

So Kenji straightened his back further and held his head high. It didn’t matter that that was what the bastard had wanted, didn’t matter that this kept the bruises on perfect display for the entire room. This was Kenji’s decision, Kenji showing all of them that he wasn’t some doll that could be dressed up and paraded around.

But the straps around his chest didn’t care about his resolve.

The corset gave no thought to his pride.

His lungs paid no heed to his stance.

One by one the pressure and tension got to him. His spine arched further down, knees barely knocking together. Shaking hands found his forearms and he tried to hang on again, tried to keep strong.

But it wasn’t a battle of wills. It was human necessity.

His vision whirled and he found himself losing balance. In a moment he went down, carpet only barely dulling the sound of his knees hitting the floor. O2 curled in on himself, hot, angry tears spilling down his face. No, no no no he wasn’t- he wasn’t.

“There you go sweetheart. Isn’t that better? More comfortable? Things are easier for you when you do what you’re told.”

O2 tried to take deep breaths, tried to get back onto his hands and knees stand up again. He wasn’t, he wasn’t - but he couldn’t stand. His act of defiance had stripped away the last of his energy, leaving him defenseless and limp on the carpet.

Like a pet

~~

@milk-carton-whump @whump-it @whump-me-all-night-long @mysticwhump @bumpthumpwhump

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Video Games Headcanons

Anime : Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters : Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo

Dazai

* Wants to play Mario Kart since he can’t drive in real life.

* Picks Bowser because he looks cool, doesn’t understand that the weight of his character affects how fast the car will go.

* “WAIT WHY IS YOUR CAR GOING SO FAST!? I’M IN LAST PLACE! Can we start over?”

* Ends up spending fifteen minutes going through character and kart combinations to find the perfect combo for max speed.

* “Oh the blue shell has wings, what does it do?”

* “Yeah don’t throw that, you should keep that.” You’re in first place.

* Throws the blue shell anyway and is very amused when you end up getting hit with the shell.

* “Dammit Dazai!”

* Loves seeing you get frustrated when people pass by you.

* Thinks you look adorable when you get on your knees in front of the TV because “getting closer to the television helps me play better, stop laughing!”

* He ends up just sitting back and watching you play, he finds it much more amusing and he can watch your face.

* “Come on darling, it’s time for bed.” He has to be the reasonable one now.

* “I have one more race to win and I’ll win the cup.”

* Let’s you finish the race, mainly because you look so damn cute when your concentrating on winning.

* Has to pull the controller away from your hands once the race is done so you don’t start another cup.

* He has the songs stuck in his head now and he hums them at work, much to Kunikidas annoyance.

Chuuya

* Fucking lives for Super Smash Brothers. It’s the one time he can kick your ass for fun.

* Takes the game way too seriously, he can’t handle losing. Honestly he thinks anyone he is versing is Dazai

* Button smasher. BIIIG button smasher. “Babe, pressing the buttons harder doesn’t make you hit harder.” You have to remind him before he breaks another controller.

* For some reason he plays really well with Kirby.

* You laughed the first time he picked Kirby. Became really frustrated when he kept sucking you in and spitting you off the side of the stage.

* Somehow turns it into a drinking game.

* “Alright so get this. Every time you lose, you need to take a shot.”

* “You just want me to get drunk.”

* “Wouldn’t mind it.”

* You end up hating Kirby with a passion after the second time you woke up with a hangover due to his bitch ass spitting you off the map.

* Now you both play as Kirby and it’s just the two of you trying to suck each other in and spit the other off the map.

* “MOVE CLOSER!”

* “GET IN MY MOUTH DAMMIT!”

* If you get close to winning he’ll just take the controller from your hands and place them both to the side and end up making out with you so you forget about the game.

* Also he can’t handle losing so he’d rather just kiss you instead.

* VERY SORE LOSER.

* Will rage like a ten year old on Fortnite, but you think it’s super freaking cute so you don’t stop him.

* “Stupid game, I hate it, so fucking stupid. I don’t want to play anymore.”

* TEN MINUTES LATER

* “Hey you want to play Smash again?”

Atsushi

* Picked Mario Party because it sounded like a fun time and the box looked bright and happy.

* Poor boy didn’t know this game is absolutely destructive.

* Wants to invite everyone from the agency over to play with the two of you since it’s a party game.

* Dazai, Kenji, Ranpo, and Kyoka come over to play. Kunikida’s schedule was too booked to come over, and nobody wanted to deal with an angry Yosano.

* Dazai picks Waluigi, Kenji picks Yoshi, Ranpo picks Mario, Kyoka picks Daisy, and Atsushi picks Luigi.

* Kenji and Atsushi are the only ones who don’t look like they’re about to kill someone.

* Mini games are so intense, Ranpo, Dazai, and you are standing in front of the TV trying to sabotage each other.

* “IF YOU GET ANOTHER STAR I SWEAR I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” You shout and Atsushi is just looking on in horror.

* “I thought this was a party game...” He whispers to Kenji who for some reason looks like he’s enjoying the way you, Dazai, and Ranpo are bickering.

* “OF COURSE RANPO GETS THE STAR!” Dazai exclaims, even though he still has the most stars out of everyone.

* Atsushi doesn’t understand why everyone is so angry.

* He ends up winning in the end because he got a bunch of pity stars. “Oh wow! Look at that guys!”

* Ranpo is more of a sore loser than Chuuya. Tries to explain to everyone why he should have won. Dazai just shrugs it off, he now has kicking your ass at Mario Party mini games as one of the things he has to do before he dies.

* Atsushi has to destress after everyone leaves, cuddling with you on the couch.

* “Do you think everyone had fun?” He is truly worried that everyone hates each other after the game.

* “Oh yeah, we had a blast. We should do it again.” You say, kissing his cheek softly.

* He doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle another night like that. He was worried that everyone would kill each other or smash the tv or both before the night was over.

* He’d have to find another game to play.

* “Maybe we can all play Mario Kart next time.”

Ranpo

* He’s a Tetris boy. It’s the one game that tests his intelligence.

* The only reason he started playing is because he walked in after work and saw you playing it and he wanted to try.

* Figured out the controls of the game quicker than you did.

* He’s pretty calm while playing, and he usually has you on his lap with his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder looking at the TV.

* It’s the one time his eyes are wide open and you can see the beautiful emerald green of his irises as he concentrates on the screen.

* He’s not much of a sore loser, he just doesn’t give up until he gets first place.

* It takes a while for that to happen, but you can count on him coming home from work and hopping right back on the switch to play.

* “Do you want to give the game a break?” You have to try to pull the controllers from his hands as this point, but he just pouts and tell you that he hasn’t made first place yet so you let him keep playing.

* You have to remind him to use the bathroom and to take a break so he can eat and take water breaks.

* ONCE HE FINALLY GETS FIRST PLACE THOUGH

* OH BOY IS HE SO PROUD OF HIMSELF

* “Y/N COME HERE!” He calls from the other room and you come running of course.

* The smile on his face is so adorable and he’s pointing to the tv at his name at the top of the board.

* “That’s great, you did amazing! I’m so proud of you hon.” Your praise is better than first place.

* He plays the game more intensely now so he can get first place, just so he can hear you tell him how proud you are of his success.

* Your gallery on the switch is full of screenshots from when he got first place. He won’t let you delete them to make room though.

* Everyone from work has to hear about how he’s not only the greatest detective in the world, but also the greatest Tetris player as well.

* He now wants to play every single Tetris game.

* You’ve created a Tetris addict and you can’t even complain, he looks so cute when he’s playing.

[rocorambles]

Imagine Futakuchi with a dom fem reader who’s just like “Show me what that mouth doe other than talk shit all day”

Mouthy men just need to be muzzled sometimes, you know?

Warnings: NSFW

You angrily storm into your shared home with Futakuchi and despite all of your boyfriend’s earlier spunk, he cowers a bit as he trails after you and winces as you slam the front door shut as soon as he steps inside. 

“Really, Kenji? We’re all working adults now and you’re still trying to pull this shit with Kamasaki-senpai?” 

Both of you had gone to a Date Tech alumni reunion today and everything had been going so smoothly. Aone was as sweet and quiet as you remembered and Moniwa-senpai and you had been laughing about something when the two of you were interrupted by shouting...shouting from two very familiar voices... Both of you exchange an alarmed look before dashing over to the source of the commotion and to no surprise to either of you, there are your boyfriend and Kamasaki-senpai in another loud verbal war. It takes some wrangling, but the two of you have had years of experience and you manage to pull Futakuchi away as Moniwa drags a still seething Kamasaki away. Needless to say, neither Futakuchi or you were in the mood to stay out any longer, which is how the two of you find yourselves surrounded by tense silence in your apartment now. 

Futakuchi sullenly follows you to the bedroom where you plop down onto the bed and groan into your hands and he tentatively lays beside you, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but far enough that neither of your bodies are touching. 

“I’m sorry.” 

With an exasperated sigh, you put your hands down at your side and turn to look at your boyfriend and your heart warms a bit at the genuine guilt you see in his eyes and you poke his forehead. “Your mouth is going to get you in so much trouble one day, Kenji, and Moniwa-senpai and I aren’t always going to be around to help you.” “I don’t need your help-” Futakuchi’s angry retort is cut off by the glare you shoot his way and emboldened by the frustration towards the man besides you and your convenient location, you use the element of surprise to pounce on your unsuspecting boyfriend, straddling his body as he stares up at you with wide eyes. “Wh-what are you doing?” “I figured out how you can really show me how sorry you are for misbehaving today.” 

You chuckle as Futakuchi just continues staring at you and you see his Adam’s apple move as he takes a giant gulp. Pleased by his unusual silence, you quickly strip your bottoms off and reposition yourself until your pussy is right above his mouth and you slowly lower yourself, moaning when his nose brushes against your clit. You slap his hands off of you when he instinctively reaches up to clutch your thighs, your waist, your hips, any part of you he can grab and use to move you as he pleases. 

“No, you don’t get to touch me today. Today’s all about you proving to me that your mouth can do something other than talk shit all day long.”

Your eyes roll back as he moans at your words causing vibrations to rumble against your sensitive lips and you grip onto the bed frame for support as you grind and shake your hips on top of your lover’s face. As much as you hate the unnecessary insults and fighting words that constantly manage to find their ways out of his mouth, you can’t deny the fact that you absolutely love the way his mouth works you over. Moan after moan slips past your lips as he furiously works his lips and tongue in and out of you and god, you love his cock, but the feeling of his tongue sliding in and swirling all around your dripping walls feels almost just as good. You swear he could somehow open and stretch you as well with the wet muscle as he does with his fingers. 

Your thighs are trembling and you’re practically humping and bouncing all over Futakuchi’s face making sure your clit constantly rubs against his nose in a way that has bolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Futakuchi strains his neck and waits for the perfect opportunity to wrap his lips around your clit and when you move your hips just so, he seizes the chance and takes your bud between soft lips, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. And that’s all it takes for you to reach your peak and you wail as your juices flow out of you, drenching your boyfriend’s face with your slick, but he doesn’t stop his ministrations until your moans die down into pants for breath and you’re carefully maneuvering yourself off to the side and collapsing back onto the bed. 

Exhausted, you barely have energy to look over at your boyfriend, but despite the mind numbing orgasm you’d just experienced, you feel your thighs clench at the lewd sight of your boyfriend staring at you, face covered in your arousal, and a bulging tent forming in his pants. He makes a move to come towards you, but you muster the strength to jab your index finger into his chest, keeping him at arm’s length from you. 

“Don’t even think about it, Kenji. This is supposed to be a punishment and it wouldn’t really be a punishment if I let you cum, right? But I’m feeling nice, so if you’re really that desperate, you can get yourself off. Good night, babe!” 

You hide the smirk on your face at the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face as you turn to your other side, facing away from him, and you let your eyes close and your mind drift as you hear the slick wet sounds of your boyfriend’s hand sliding up and down his length. 

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If A Moment Is All We Are (26/?)

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It was dark.

So, so dark.

I opened my eyes as wide as I could and then squeezed them shut just to check that they were actually open. They were.

I swallowed uneasily and tried to stay calm.

Earlier, when he was carrying me to the car, Dazai had accidentally jostled me awake. When I looked at him, he simply said he was taking me back to the ADA, specifically to the infirmary so Dr. Yosano could heal me with her Ability.

“It’s going to be rough,” he’d murmured softly into my ear, “and she’ll probably keep you overnight, but it’s better than being in a hospital for several weeks.”

I heard a crack of a smile in his voice.

“You’ll be okay.”

I’d then floated in and out of consciousness as Dazai had gotten in the back seat with me, buckled in my seat belt and laid my head against his shoulder for support. As the low rumble of the engine starting slowly filled the car, I found myself drifting off yet again. I was so out of it that I didn’t really remember the trip... Except for one small detail.

At one point during the ride, I thought I felt Dazai brushing his long fingers through my hair. He was singing something under his breath, something low and pleasant that sounded like it had nothing to do with suicide... and his singing voice had sounded so beautiful that I could feel myself smiling as I listened...

That was the last thing I was aware of before I passed out entirely and woke up in this pitch-black room. Where the heck was I?!

Groaning a little, I tried to stretch out but found almost immediately that I couldn’t. My arms and legs were strapped down to a partially upright table—a cold, hard slab of a table I didn’t remember being strapped into. I then tried moving my hands and flexing what little muscle I had but instantly regretted it when my entire body was suddenly flooded with a sharp, electric surge of pain.

Right. My arms and ribs were still broken.

I rolled my head to the side with a sigh of defeat, my neck cracking loudly as I moved. It was pretty clear to me now that even if I were at full strength, there was no way that a weakling like me would be able to break free from these restraints. They were probably made for holding down the monstrous strength of an angry Kunikida or a starving Kenji... Which just left one question...

Who strapped me in here?

There was a soft creak.

I swiveled my head towards it and saw a sliver of light appearing in the corner, watching as it grew wider and wider until I realized it was the light from an open doorway. Then I heard a hollow “snap.” Lights—bright, white and blinding came on all around me, flooding into my eyeballs with such intensity that I winced and screwed my eyes shut against the onslaught.

** “Well, well, well,” a low, feminine voice purred, “If it isn’t our newest recruit? You’re hurt, aren’t you...? Kyou-chan?”

Heels clicked against tile, the sound echoing sharply throughout the room. I looked up to see Dr. Yosano in a lab coat and gloves, the golden butterfly clip gleaming brightly in her hair. I should’ve felt comforted at the sight of her but there was something about her smile—something sinister that made the blood turn cold in my veins...

“Y-Yosano-sensei.”

I tried to crack a smile but found my face feeling oddly stiff and frozen.

“Yeah, I guess I am... Dazai-san said you were going to heal me?”

Yosano’s smile widened.

“But of course, my dear.”

Her black-gloved fingers went for the buttons of her lab coat and that’s when I realized she hadn’t been wearing her tie. In fact, she wasn’t even wearing her shirt.

I suddenly wished I’d opted for a normal hospital...

“Welcome to my special operating room,” Dr. Yosano continued, slowly shrugging off her white lab coat. “I’m sure Tanizaki-kun has told you plenty of stories about what happens here, but let me be the first to reassure you...”

Her lab coat dropped to the floor and she kicked it under a tarp.

“It’s not as bad as he makes it sound.”

My eyes widened.

There were tarps everywhere, covering the other chairs, the floor—even the surgeon’s lamp over my head was covered in a thin sheet of plastic.

“Y-Y-Yosano-sensei...”

I could hear my own teeth chattering as I spoke.

“Wh-why’s everything covered in plastic? What are you—?”

I heard a heavy thunk.

Clad in only a lacy black bra and a matching set of panties, Dr. Yosano had dropped her thick black faux-leather bag on the ground and was now bent over it, fumbling with all sorts of things that jangled and clattered with a jarring metallic frequency. I couldn’t see past the edge of the table where she crouched but I could definitely hear her squeal of delight when she found what she was looking for.

“Kyou-chan.”

Something gleamed from underneath my table and I bit back a scream when I saw Yosano rise from the floor with an actual honest-to-God machete—the kind I once saw in a horror movie—in her gloved hands. The shine of the machete’s long, polished blade was reflected in the manic glint in her purple eyes and as I struggled against my bonds, I fully understood why the patients in this room needed to be strapped down.

“I believe I once told you how my Ability works, yes?” she whispered. “That I can heal you back to perfect health so long as you���re on the verge of death? Well, unfortunately, Kitten... you’re not quite there yet.”

“Unfortunately?!”

I started to shake.

“See, that’s where this beauty comes in,” the good doctor explained, running one finger along the edge of the blade. “You’re not quite injured enough, so I have to speed the process along. I mean...”

She shot me a pointed look.

“You do want to get better quick, don’t you?”

I didn’t have the courage to shake my head ‘no.’ For some reason, I found myself nodding instead.

“Good. In that case...”

Running her tongue over her glossy pink lips, Yosano approached.

“The doctor is in.”

Slowly, lovingly, she leaned in and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The golden butterfly shone in her short, dark hair.

“It’s not very often I get to patch up a girl,” Yosano crooned, her fingers deftly sliding from behind my ear down the line of my jaw. “Kyouka-chan is very good at avoiding severe injury you see, and it’s not like the office girls ever see combat...”

She cupped my chin and lifted my face up towards hers.

“But don’t worry, Kitten,” she whispered softly, “I promise I’ll take good care of you...”

She let go of me, raised the machete high into the air and let out an absolutely maniacal laugh.

“Hold still.”

She swung.

The last thing I heard before her machete buried itself in my flesh was the sound of my own terrified screams ringing in my ears.

***

“All done!”  Yosano called brightly.

Fully clothed once again, she threw open the door to the main office, which hit the wall with a loud crack but not even that was enough to shake me from my stupor.

With no wheelchair available in the Agency infirmary, Dr. Yosano was forced to cart me into the room on a dolly, the kind that movers normally used to bring furniture into a house. While the wheels squeaked against the tiles below me, I sat mutely on the flat metal surface, staring straight ahead with blank, unseeing eyes in an upright fetal position. My knees were drawn up against my chest and my arms were wound so tightly around my body that I was cutting off the circulation the good doctor had just restored. But it’s not like having any amount of blood flow would’ve made a difference.

I was still feeling completely numb from the trauma of what had just happened. Had I spent the entire night in the infirmary? Two nights? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that it was mid-morning, that there was bright sunlight streaming in through every open window but I was still feeling cold and numb in a way that had nothing to do with my body.

Someone approached and it took me a full ten seconds to remember where I had seen his concerned face before.

Tanizaki Junichiro frowned.

“Told you,” he mouthed without actually speaking, shooting a nervous, furtive look up at the terrifying woman who had literally just cut me apart and put me back together again.

“Come on,” he mumbled instead, struggling to pry my arms away from my body. “Let’s get you to your desk. You can pass out safely behind your laptop the way the rest of us do after ‘treatment’...”

As he gripped my wrists over the jacket sleeves and pulled me off the dolly, I looked up into his face, full recognition dawning at last. I tried to speak but found my mouth unable to cooperate with my brain.

“T...T...”

Tanizaki raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“T...Ta...Ta...!”

Tanizaki was now looking slightly disturbed.

“What is it, Kusunoki-san?”

Unable to hold back any longer, I burst into tears.

“Tanizaki-kunnnn!!!!” I wailed, latching onto the redhead’s waist.

“What the—?!” Tanizaki squawked, instantly blanching. “Kusunoki-san, get a hold of yourself!”

“I was so scared!” I bawled, hanging on tighter even as Tanizaki tried to peel me off of him. “You were right! You were right about everything! I swear, I’ll never let myself get hurt ever again! I’M SO SORRY—”

“Kusunoki-san...”

Hiccuping, tears and snot running down my face as I clutched at the ends of the red sweatshirt Tanizaki tied around his waist, I turned to my left to see Naomi, standing there with a chilling look in her dark blue eyes.

“May I ask you why you’re hanging on so tightly to my dear brother?” she asked, her voice no louder than a whisper. “Is there something I need to know?”

Shaking my head, I was forced to let go as Tanizaki finally succeeded in pushing me away. I hit the ground with a sharp smack as Junichiro ran to his sister’s side, apologizing profusely and begging her not to take it out on him later on tonight, at which point I finally remembered to clap my hands over my ears and do my best not to listen.

Fortunately for me, someone else’s indignant shout suddenly shook the room.

“Like I said before, we’re the Armed Detective Agency, not the Lost and Found! Go take that thing to the police station instead!”

As one, we all turned to the door to see Edogawa Ranpo, standing in the doorway looking extremely irritated, with his arms loaded to the brim with an actual stack of pastry boxes. Behind him was a rather short, thin young man with close-cropped brown hair in a black tie and gray slacks—a regular office worker from the look of him. He was clutching a pink embroidered handkerchief in one hand.

“Now let go!”

Scowling, Edogawa snatched the end of his brown poncho out of the young man’s other hand and stomped into the room, the boxes in his arms wobbling dangerously as he went. Suddenly spotting me, he stopped walking and paused to squint at me.

“Oh, Kusunoki.”

Edogawa looked me up and down and frowned.

“I heard you got sent to the Infirmary. You all better now?”

When I gave him a very shaky nod, Edogawa nodded approvingly, then jabbed an index finger back at the guy in the doorway and demanded:

“Then do something about this guy, will you?”

“Do something?” I repeated, glancing towards the door.

The office worker waved.

“What... do you want me to do?” I asked blankly.

Edogawa slapped a palm over his face.

“Ugh. Do I have to do everything around here?” he griped. “Here—!”

He shoved the boxes in my arms and I let out a tiny squeak as I struggled to keep them all from falling over.

“Take these to my desk—and if you drop a single one, you’re going out to buy me two of whatever hits the floor. You!”

He jabbed his finger at the guy in the doorway once again. When the office worker perked up, Edogawa pointed in the direction of the client booth.

“In there.”

No sooner had I finished putting the boxes of pastries on Edogawa’s desk (taking extra care not to drop or smush a single thing) than the Great Detective grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me to the client booth. The young man was already sitting and appeared to be fiddling slightly with the handkerchief in his hands.

I sat down opposite him.

“I’m Kusunoki,” I said, bowing slightly. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Miura,” the office guy said, also bowing awkwardly. “Thank you for your time.”

I glanced up at Edogawa, who had not taken a seat on the detectives’ side with me. His arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot impatiently.

“Tell her what you just told me,” he ordered.

“Uh, yes!” Miura stammered. “You see, I found this earlier today, at the subway entrance around the corner from here.”

He held up the pink handkerchief. There was a capitalized “R” embroidered in one corner and it looked slightly damp, as if the young man had taken the time to wash it in the sink before bringing it in.

“I don’t know who dropped it but, if it’s not too much trouble, could you help me return it to the rightful owner?” Miura asked.

“Uh, Miura-san,” I started, shooting a quick look over my shoulder at Edogawa, who was standing behind me and seemed only to be growing more irritated with every passing second.

Clearly he didn’t want to be kept from his pastries while they were still hot and fresh...

“I hate to repeat what my senpai said earlier, but...” I pressed my lips together. “We’re not the Lost and Found. Lost items are better off being returned to the police station—”

“But you’re a detective agency aren’t you?” Miura pressed. “I heard you’re the best in Yokohama! My friends tell me you solve cases the police can’t handle. They told me...”

He dropped his voice and looked around even though the door to the client booth was closed and the three of us were clearly alone in here.

“They told me a newcomer solved that recent serial kidnapping in their first week here—”

I flushed.

“Oh, uh, that—”

“—and that if all else fails, you have the power of a legendary genius at your disposal—”

“That is absolutely, one-hundred percent correct!” Edogawa crowed, suddenly beaming like he was being interviewed on TV.

I turned all the way around in my chair to gawk at Edogawa just as he slammed both hands on my shoulders and shook me in a friendly, if somewhat overly excitable way.

“In fact...”

He grinned and I suddenly felt the need to run.

“Kusunoki-kun here is the one who caught the serial kidnapper! And she’d be more than happy to help you return the handkerchief.”

My jaw dropped as Miura looked on in amazement.

“Ranpo-san, what—?!”

“On two conditions. One...”

Edogawa held up a finger.

“You buy the whole office a party-sized box of pastries from that new macaron shop downtown.”

I balked but Miura only nodded readily.

“Two...”

Edogawa held up a second finger.

“You have to go with her when it’s time to return the handkerchief. In fact, I want you to be the one to personally hand it over to the owner.”

Edogawa shot me a meaningful look.

“You got that?”

I breathed in sharply as I suddenly understood his meaning.

Edogawa wanted me to see into this man’s future and find the person he hands it back to. But how was I supposed to do that when I didn’t know when this event was going to take place?

As if reading my thoughts, Edogawa motioned me closer.

“You said that before,” he whispered in my ear, “when you looked into my future, you saw a massive book, right? And that there was writing in it, right?”

I nodded.

“Look for the word ‘handkerchief,’” Edogawa instructed me.

And with that last bit of advice, he patted my shoulder and walked out of the client booth.

‘Look for the word ‘handkerchief?’’

I frowned. I must’ve still been a little dazed from Yosano’s “treatment,” because this made no sense. Look for a word... Look for a word...? Why would Edogawa instruct me to do something like this? Unless...?

I let out a soft gasp as it came to me.

Edogawa really was brilliant...

Taking my cell phone out of my pocket, I set a timer to “vibrate,” and tucked it back inside my coat pocket. I turned to Miura and stuck out my other hand.

“Can I see the handkerchief?”

Miura nodded and as he passed the handkerchief to me over the table, I carefully switched on the timer and reached out for Miura’s hand.

If this worked, I’d have a new way to use my Ability...

My fingers brushed against Miura’s just as the timer went off and I closed my eyes and let the vibrations wash over me.

I felt a pull—just the slightest of tugs on the tips of my fingers, as if a small child were yanking on them and leading me forward. Taking a deep breath in, I concentrated on the sensation and let it lead me away...

...And I floated down, weightless, and sank into that dark tunnel once more.

When I opened my eyes again, my body had disappeared. All that was left of me was a pair of eyes and the memory of a form I’d long since left behind. Taking a moment to look around, I examined my surroundings. Words, silvery and undefined, twinkled all around me like stars, floating in the air in long, sparkling columns, like strings of crystal beads hanging from a massive chandelier. I quickly spotted the four walls of the tunnel and the four corners where the walls met and nodded to myself (or at least that’s what it felt like) as I realized I was once again in a giant, translucent book.

This was the “Story of Miura’s Life.”

I stared ahead of me, down the “tunnel” that was actually not a tunnel, but reams and reams of transparent pages and considered the task ahead.

Edogawa had said to look for the word “handkerchief.” Basically, he wanted me to find the very next instance of the word “handkerchief” and touch it to “activate” the vision—in the same way I’d done with the date and time when I’d looked into Edogawa’s future.

But what if the word showed up multiple times in Miura’s future? How was I supposed to know which one to touch?

Feeling nervous, I looked around and randomly selected a word to focus on. As before, the longer I stared at it, the more it began to take shape and within moments, the silvery amorphous blobs to my left condensed and became a legible set of characters.

“Armed Detective Agency.”

Okay, not what I needed.

I glanced back down at the hall of loosely glittering words and grimaced.

I may have found my way back to that strange metaphysical space where a person’s future was written down as if it were a literal story, but today the situation was different. If the words didn’t properly materialize until I spent enough time looking at them, how was I supposed to pick out a single word like, “handkerchief,” much less get to it in time before Miura got weirded out by my so-called “narcolepsy” and pulled away?

If only Edogawa was in here with me to give me some kind of hint...!

Fighting the growing sense of panic, I closed my “eyes” once again and tried to focus.

Concentrate. Think about the words you’re looking for. What exactly are the words you need to see?

Without thinking about what I was doing, I wrote the words “return the pink handkerchief” in the air.

At once, there was a sound like a chime. I opened my eyes to see the words I’d written hanging in the air, glowing before my eyes like molten gold. But before I could reach out and touch them, they shot off into the distance, streaking through the book like a shooting star in the sky.

I ran after it, phasing right through the translucent pages like a ghost, silvery words parting around me like curtains and fluttering in my wake. My Ability was guiding me—taking me to the exact moment I needed to see. I stopped running as the glimmer of gold stopped moving at last, shining like a beacon in the air, just up ahead of me. Knowing instinctively what I had to do, I reached forward and touched it, shielding my eyes as the entire page in front of me suddenly materialized like a solid wall.

I’m standing in front of a train station.

I’m halfway across town, nowhere near the place I picked it up, but the detective girl is insisting this is the place...

The clock nearby chimes three times... It’s two in the afternoon, a full week after I first picked up the handkerchief...

I sigh and glance down at the handkerchief in my hand, this tiny pink square I happened to pick up. I stare at the softly embroidered “R.” Something about this feels familiar but I’m not sure what...

I look up. A girl is walking towards me. She’s not really looking up at me or any of the other people around us but at the ground. She has softly curled, light brown hair and big eyes and—woah!! She’s really cute!

I can feel my heart beating faster as she approaches. Her skirt and purse are the same color as the handkerchief in my hands.

Panicking, I wave to the dark-haired girl behind me, the detective—oh man, she’s not even standing anywhere close is she? I can’t see the look on her face but she’s mumbling something, pushing me towards the girl with the pink skirt.

I can’t do this—I can’t!!

My mouth’s already open—too late!

“Excuse me, Miss,” I hear myself say.

Uwaaah... she’s looking at me... What do I do?! She’s so freaking cute...

I hold out the handkerchief

“Are you looking for this?”

She stops, she stares at me and her hands fly to her lips. She’s nodding...!

Suddenly, the girl disappeared. Darkness fell over my eyes, something pressed against my face and I let out a strangled gasp when I realized I was now back in the physical world. The handkerchief slipped right out of my hands.

“Guess who?” a warm, familiar tenor whispered right into my ear.

“What the—Dazai?!” I shrieked.

Irritated, I reached up and tried to remove his large half-bandaged hands, but before I could grab hold, Dazai jerked my head to the side and laughed.

“Let go of me!”

“Not until you turn around to check~!” Dazai sang.

“Dazai, I know it’s you,” I snapped, getting to my feet, “so take your hands—”

Wrenching his hands away at last, I spun to face him. But as the cool air hit my face at last, I realized my cheeks were wet.

I froze.

I hadn’t been crying, so that could only mean one thing...

Gingerly, I reached up and brought the tips of my fingers to the area below my eyes. They came away wet with flecks of bright, red, fresh blood.

“...shit.”

Had Miura seen...?

At once, Dazai gasped dramatically.

“Oh my gosh, Kusunoki-kun!” he cried, frantically digging a handkerchief out of his own pocket. “I’m so sorry! Your makeup is all smudged.”

He smushed his handkerchief against my face and stared smearing at the area over my eyes.

“But don’t worry, I’ll fix it!”

“Ah—wait—Dazai-san, stop!!” I sputtered, making a face as part of the hankie went into my open mouth. I spat it out and tried to fight him off as he kept wiping at my eyes.

“I said stop! I can do it myself!”

“But I wanna help,” Dazai whined as I finally snatched the hankie from him and held it up against my eyes.

“I think you’ve helped enough,” I mumbled.

Clearing my throat, I tried to turn around so I could speak to Miura again. Unfortunately, because I couldn’t take the hankie away from my eyes, I ended up doing an awkward shuffle and bumping back into my own chair instead. I hissed as a bruise appeared on my shin and immediately scowled as I heard Dazai stifle a tiny snicker behind me. Thankfully, before I could hurt myself further, I felt Dazai’s hands at my back as he helped guide me in the right direction.

“Uh, Miura-san?”

I did a sort of half-bow in apology, hoping I didn’t look too stupid doing it (what if I was bowing at the wall the way Katai had done with me?!). At least Dazai hadn’t laughed this time, so maybe I was safe...

“Yes...?” Miura’s voice sounded tiny and unsure, and thankfully, was coming from right in front of me.

“I can figure out who that pink handkerchief belongs to, but you’re going to have to give me some time,” I babbled. “Do you think you could meet me back here in a week? Around one in the afternoon?”

“One in the afternoon?” Miura asked, sounding ecstatic.

There was a loud clattering noise as he hurriedly got to his feet, nearly knocking over the table from the sound of it.

“Yes, Detective! I’ll set my calendar—oh crap, it’s this late already?!”

I heard the glass door slide open, followed immediately by the sound of running feet.

“I gotta go back to work,” he called, his voice growing quieter as he ran further out into the hall, “But I’ll be back! See you in a week Miss Detective!”

There was a bang—the front door of the Agency office slammed shut and I took Dazai’s handkerchief away from my eyes at last.

“Oh my God, that was too close!” I gasped, turning to the tall, bandaged detective beside me. “Do you think he saw the blood?”

“Judging from his reaction, probably not,” Dazai said, shrugging.

“Thank goodness...” I moaned, sagging on my feet in relief.

I probably should’ve expected something like this to happen, given what happened the last time I used my power with Edogawa. But in all honesty, I’d expected the side effects to be a little better this time...

I should probably have more control by now. After all, Edogawa hadn’t seemed worried...

Shoulders slumping a little, I glanced down at Dazai’s handkerchief and winced. Two bright red spots, roughly the size of a pair of ten-yen coins, had bloomed like rose petals in the middle of the white and gray striped cloth. They were still wet to the touch. I crumpled the handkerchief in my hand and sighed.

“Thanks for helping me out back there, Dazai-san...” I mumbled sheepishly. “I’m... sorry about your handkerchief. I’ll go wash it for you.”

But as I took a step towards the open door, Dazai shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that right now, Kusunoki-kun,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is!” I insisted, to Dazai’s apparent surprise. “President Fukuzawa asked you to keep my Ability a secret, didn’t you? You really helped me out back there. I mean...”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. Heat crawled up my neck as I remembered that the last time I’d interacted with him, he’d been carrying me (princess style) around because I was injured. I suddenly couldn’t look him in the face.

“It’s not only that... you saved me from getting blown up after I fought Akutagawa. You... you saved my life. Dazai-san, I...”

I twisted the handkerchief in my hands. My face felt hot.

“I... owe you one,” I finished lamely, staring at his feet.

For a moment, silence reigned. Dazai watched me quietly as I fidgeted with my hands in front of him. Then he raised an eyebrow.

“You owe me one, huh...?” he asked, rubbing his chin. “Well...”

I looked up just in time to see a familiar smirk crossing his face and before I could stop him or even react, he walked over to the door and started pulling it closed.

“I can think of a few ways for you to pay me back,” he whispered, his dark eyes gleaming with possibility. “In fact, why don’t you keep that handkerchief. You might need it later...”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“What do you mean by that, Dazai-san?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean...”

I took a step back, only to hit my chair again and I cursed as I accidentally sat back down in it.

“What’s the matter, Kusunoki?”

Two half-bandaged hands shot out and grasped the armrests. I glanced up only to find myself staring directly into Dazai’s chocolate brown eyes. His lips parted seductively.

“You seem a little nervous.”

“I-I’m not nervous,” I stammered, heat flooding into my face. I struggled not to squirm in my seat as Dazai’s grin widened.

“I just want to know why you closed the door...!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Dazai asked.

His dark, tousled bangs fell into his eyes as he cocked his head to the side.

“I wanted to make sure we weren’t interrupted.”

“Inter...?”

My cheeks were on fire. My voice was no louder than a squeak. I shrank back into the chair as Dazai slowly leaned in close.

“After all,” he murmured, his voice low and husky in my ear. “This is a very personal matter...”

“Dazai-san...!”

This was it. My heart was beating way too fast and my face felt so hot, my brain was probably boiling over. I was going to pass out on the spot...!

I closed my eyes and braced myself. But to my surprise, nothing happened. Instead, I heard the flapping of paper and when I opened my eyes, a sealed envelope had appeared before my eyes. I blinked at it.

Dazai grinned.

“For you,” he said sweetly.

I stared, looking from Dazai to the envelope and back.

“Eh?” was all I could manage as Dazai placed the envelope in my hand and went to take a seat on the coffee table in front of me.

“What?”

He propped his chin up in his half-bandaged hands and looked at me.

“Disappointed?”

I scowled and returned my attention to the envelope, my cheeks burning in humiliation and rage.

“You wish,” I snapped, refusing to look at him as I tore it open. “And you know what? I take back what I said earlier, I...”

I trailed off as I looked inside the envelope. There was only one thing inside and I grew quiet as I lifted it out.

It was a Polaroid—a very old one—and the rectangular image nestled within the yellowed, off-white frame was grainy and faded with age. I could see three people in the picture, all laughing and smiling as they toasted one another with tiny cups of sake. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. Squinting at them, I brought the picture closer to my face, peering more carefully at the two figures on the left and I let out a soft gasp as I finally recognized them as a much younger Mr. and Mrs. Yamazaki. They were wearing their wedding clothes—the same clothes they were wearing in the big photo in Mrs. Yamazaki’s apartment—and as I followed their gaze to the left of the photo, I realized I knew who the third person was.

He had to be the former president of Tanaka Investments—Tanaka Ichiro’s uncle, the man who started the business. The more I stared at him, the more I began to see the family resemblance: the angle of the jawline, the shape of the nose...

I lowered the photo and looked at Dazai.

“Where... did you get this?”

“Shimada-san dropped this off last night while you were resting in the infirmary,” the bandaged detective answered. “He said to tell you, ‘President Tanaka sends his regards.’”

My eyes widened.

“He did?”

Dazai nodded.

And as I glanced back down at the photo, I thought I saw something written in black on the back side. I flipped it over.

“To Tanaka Isshun,” I read aloud, “Thank you for everything. I owe you my life...  Yamazaki Shuji.”

I grew quiet. Dazai took his chin out of his hands and sat up.

“Something wrong, Kusunoki-kun?” he asked. “You look confused.”

I put the photo down and glanced up at him.

“I... I don’t understand,” I said. “If President Tanaka had this in his possession the whole time, then why would he have told me that Shuji-san was a bad person?”

Dazai’s eyebrows drew together.

“When did he tell you this?”

“Yesterday,” I said, thinking hard. “Or maybe it was the day before...?”

I shrank down in my seat a little as I told him the truth.

“It was the day you were in Nagano...”

“Ah.”

Dazai’s expression grew placid. I looked away from him and back at the photo.

“I-in any case, he said Shuji-san was desperate to escape Nagano, that he was willing to do anything it took to leave CORVID, include faking his own death. If this photo tells the truth, then why...?”

The photo wrinkled in my hand.

“Why did he give me this?”

Dazai grew quiet. Noticing my hand was shaking, he gently took the photo from me and examined it.

“I think...” he said quietly, lowering his eyes and scanning the picture, “that this is a thank you present. A gift for the rookie detective who saved him from being killed by a car bomb in that dingy parking garage.”

His expression softened into a smile as he handed the photo back.

“It’s also an apology.”

“Apology...?”

Confused, I took the photo from him.

“For what?”

“You remember that conversation we had back there in the conference room?” Dazai asked, as I looked back up at him. “The one about the goodly apple? About whether or not the apple is still good when you finally learn the truth?”

I nodded.

“Well,” Dazai said, his deep brown eyes sparkling as he regarded me, “I think this is President Tanaka’s way of saying you were right. That Yamazaki Shuji was, in fact, a good person.”

He leaned forward, his expression gentle.

“While I was in Nagano, I got to talk to Shuji-san’s family,” he said. “Do you want to know the reason why he wanted to leave CORVID?”

He leaned forward and tapped the photo.

“I heard he left...”

The tip of his finger brushed Mrs. Yamazaki’s face. Dazai smiled.

“So that he could get married.”

I breathed in sharply.

As I stared at the photo in my hands, at Mrs. Yamazaki’s smiling face, Dazai stood.

“I have one more present for you. And before you say you don’t want it,” he said, waving me off as I opened my mouth to protest, “It’s not from me.”

He placed a second envelope in my hands. Inside was a short letter and a beautiful bookmark in the shape of a flowering tree branch.

“It’s from Tomie-san’s family,” he said as I took out the bookmark. “They wanted to say thank you for saving her.”

“But I...”

I swallowed thickly. A lump was forming in my throat.

“I didn’t...”

I heard my own voice crack as I spoke. I hung my head.

“I didn’t save her,” I whispered.

As I stared at the photograph in my left hand, Mrs. Yamazaki’s smiling face began to blur.

“She was still murdered a week later... How could they still think I saved her...?”

“Because you gave her an extra week.”

Something large and warm settled on my head. I felt Dazai’s fingers slipping through my hair as my eyes began to burn and sting.

“A full seven extra days that she was able to spend with the people she loved, who loved her in return.”

Dazai smiled, his expression tender.

“And those seven extra days may have meant more to them than you and I could ever know.”

** A single drop fell onto the photo, followed swiftly by another.

“See,” Dazai said, as one by one, the tears began to fall like spring rain onto Mr. and Mrs. Yamazaki’s smiling faces.

“I told you that you’d need the handkerchief later.”

Taking the photo from me, Dazai reached over and placed a comforting arm around my shoulders as I broke down at last.

“In the end you were right, Kusunoki-kun,” he whispered, gently rubbing my back as I cried into my hands. “I guess all a goodly apple needs to be a goodly apple... is someone to believe in it.”

[glassheartff]

24. Like Together-Together

"You know...maybe I'm not the best person to ask for advice on buying these kind of drinks...since the bar I work at sorta specialises in using the cheap stuff from Target" Tina said as she picked up a bottle of Chardonnay. I didn't miss her eyes widening slightly after checking out the price. "Holy shit I am out of my element here."

"As long as he doesn't see a Target receipt, Brandon will be fine" I took the Chardonnay from Tina, took a look and shrugged at the price. You only finish an album so many times in your life. I put it in the cart. "Now onto the exciting part: the drinks when we get tired of champagne."

"Now that's something a downtown bartender can help you with" She smiled taking control of the shopping cart.

About fifteen minutes later I pulled up outside my house again and looked at the time. 5.04pm,  though you couldn't tell from outside because it still looked as bright as it did this morning.

"So what now?" I looked to the side at Tina who looked back at me as soon as we put all these drinks on the counter, the later it got the sooner I needed to head to the office to celebrate with the guys though that was literally the last thing on my mind right now.

Though these last twenty-four hours were a fucking whirlwind and a drink sounded like heaven right about now.

Tina looked at the clock. "I think I'm gonna go."

"You sure?"

"Yeah..." She leaned against the counter. "I promised Fara I'd catch her up for a meal and since breakfast and lunch are off the cards I guess we have to do dinner." She said it in a way like she wasn't looking forward to dinner at all.

I tilted my head at her. "Should I even ask?"

"Just best friends doing their duty and giving their opinions whether you ask for it or not."

"A conversation I know all too well, trust me." I guess Fara was Tina's Phil in a sense.

"If you don't hear from me again know my cause of death was being drowned in Fara's advice. But I know she means well and wants what’s best for me...sometimes it's just easy to forget that..." Tina left it as it was and she was right, God knows I hated it when Phil or Ryan or Eric start voicing their opinions in my life and it's easy to forget that they meant well and that was their way of caring -- pissing me off. "Your shorts, I need to give you back these shorts"

"Keep them."

She raised an eyebrow at me "Bruno..."

"Nah I'm serious, don't you think it's best if I give up on my NBA dreams now? Plus they look better on you"

"They arere really comfy" She admitted and we just stood there smiling at each other."Okay, I really have to go before I end up spending another night here."

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

--

Unorthodox Jukebox has a ring to it, doesn't it?

So does: Bruno Mars' sophomore album.

Every fucking thing's coming together.

I took a sip of the Whiskey me and Tina bought earlier today from Target in Brandon's office with the guys, the radio was on playing whatever RnB song was hot right now. It was just us guys like how it's been in Doo Wops and my first EP.

I kind of felt...light -- not in that drunk way but just in life, I took the drink in pure celebration, not for a hidden agenda - not to get rid of the guilt of what I was like to Amelia or because I was angry at her or to hide my issues I was having with Tina in the past.

I was drinking because I was fucking ecstatic. 2012 was a rollercoaster but I was coming out on top.

"Hey! Jaime just called to say congrats on the album!" Eric called out to me from the other side of the room where he and Brandon were talking over drinks.

"Tell her thanks, where's she now?"

My older sister was somewhat of traveller, being the first of us to venture out to L.A. now around the world just for the fun of it.

"Ecuador last time I asked."

South America, her journey was drawing to a close, I think she said she was aiming to come back before the start of the new year which was in a few weeks.

"Who put happy pills in this guy's drink?" Phred said taking a seat opposite to me with Ryan. "Damn, doesn't your face hurt from all that smiling?"

"I just finished an album - sue me" I said back with a laugh.

"A fucking good one at that" Phred held his solo cup up and the three of us toasted. "I cannot wait to get on the road."

"Same man" Ryan agreed. "This album promo tour's just the start, you excited man?" He nudged my knee and I nodded, not really paying attention. Ryan narrowed his eyes at me in question.

"See man, you sent him to sleep. You know the only thing that gets his attention is: food, drink, music and partying and did you say any of those things...no" Phred said to Ryan. "Hey -- earth to Mars."

"I'm listening." I took another sip of the good stuff.

"Here's something to get your blood pumping. Not that this isn't great or anything but we need a real party to celebrate this album. How 'bout at my place tomorrow?" Phred asked me.

"Tomorrow?" Ryan blinked. "Cutting it a little too thin don't you think, Phredly?"

"Like anyone does shit on a Sunday" He countered. "You guys in or out?"

"Hell yeah, we're in, Bruno?" Ryan looked to me.

"Yeah sure, you know me, I can't say no to a party."

 -

About an hour later I was out on the office's balcony smoking a cigarette and I wanted to speak to Tina. Plus I had a pretty legit reason to speak to her because of Phred's party, to know if she could make it and if she can't then I'll make her come or we'll both miss it together.

She answered on the fourth ring.

"Mr. Mars..."

"Ms. Danielson" I replied.

"How's the album party?"

"Just imagine fiftheen men in one medium sized office listening to top forty radio making conversation with each other and you'll have a picture." I tapped the end of my cigarette on the railing watching the ashes fall through the air from the third floor here into the fake grass below.

"A pretty vivid one at that." Her laugh rang through the phone and I found myself trying to suppress a grin on my face.

"So...our good friend Phredly Brown isn't happy with this get together."

"Shocker." Tina said sarcastically and I could practically picture her rolling her eyes. "This is the same guy who tried to start a one man acapella of I'm too sexy in San Diego."

"That was a...revealing night." I admitted. "So he wants to throw a party tomorrow" I heard Tina breathe in sharply...why did I not like that sound? "Why don't I like that reaction?"

"I'm behind on my blog entries for Mode...which I planned to work on today after the Christmas party but certain people showed up at my door and journeys were made at three in the morning which kind of made me not do it."

"C'mon, Tina you can't miss the party! Actually that's an order. You're not missing it. You're going." I leaned back on the railing looking back into the office where everyone was either talking or drinking or both. "If you were gonna do it all today that means you can do it all tomorrow...and I'll help."

"You'll help?" Tina asked surprised

"I probably won't be much help would I?"

"I'll tell you what...how 'bout you swing by mine at nine and we'll see?"

"Sounds like a deal." I agree.

"Good. Now go have fun with the guys...you worked it hard on that album, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Tina" I hung up and turned back to the view out here taking in everything. Shit it was still overwhelming but I swear all traces of the guy I was this time last year would be gone, I won't mess up this second chance.

Out walked Ryan closing the door behind him and joined me looking out at L.A. drumming his fingers in the railing idly.

"Go on" I laughed, I could tell he was holding himself back.

He turned to me about to say something then paused before opening his mouth again. "Are you okay?"

I drew out a breath and smiled -- it was a simple and loaded question all the same. "Yeah..." I chose to answer. "I'm good."

He narrowed his eyes at me and leaned back. "Something's different about you."

"Maybe because I officially have made two albums. Or maybe...maybe it's because Tina's given me a chance..."

I almost laughed as Ryan's eyes widened. "You mean...no....way."

"Uh huh." I nodded with a smile and Ryan gave me a little shove.

"DUDE. How can you not tell me this?"

"Because I still can't believe it myself."

"When did this even happen? We only got back last night!" He asked me. "Whoa back up, what about Amelia?"

That feeling came back again, the guilt. I'd treated Amelia like crap since the start of the year. "She was at my house when I came back with Kenji and I broke up with her" I shrugged. "Then...Tina and I did what we do best."

"Get in a colossal argument or just start making out like you don't need oxygen?"

"...the first."

"Then it ended up with: Hey, you wanna start dating? Yeah, why not" Ryan made the shittiest impressions of me and Tina, it made me drop my cigarette off the railing ad how shit it was. "You know I'm fucking with you" And we ended up laughing. "But thank God you guys got together, I feel like I've been through a fucking Nicholas Sparks novel with the both of you."

-

I had like an epiphany last night. It had just dawned on me that Phred's party tonight would be the first party Tina and I would be going to together - like together-together in front of our whole clique - clique.

Did I really just use that word?

Anyway we're like a couple now aren't we? And couples go to things together.

But couples aren't actually couples until other people know they're a couple and the only person who knows was is Ryan...and probably Fara. I don't know.

Today would be our entrance, we were supposed to do this together...if only Tina would put her damn laptop down for the night. It's been like an hour since I got to her apartment and it's just been type this, type that, backspace it all, grammar, punctuation and other words I haven't had to think about since I graduated high school.

"I told you I could drive myself to Phred's after I get this entry done" Tina said to me as I walked laps around her apartment feeling useless and restless.

I stopped my pacing in front of her. "But knowing you you'll spend two extra hours making small little changes to it and you'll just bail on the party all together in the end. C'mon Teen, the blog'll be waiting for you when you come back."

She paused and the typing noise on her laptop stopped. "What's got you in a hurry?"

"...I'm not in a hurry. I just want a drink"

Half a lie, half a truth.

And she looked at me properly, as if for the first time. "You're so jumpy, I'm scared if I touch you I'll get electrocuted or something."

"Hmm, why don't you try?"

"I'd rather finish my entry" Tina started typing away again but it wasn't the end of the conversation. "But you're so edgy...what's so special about going to Phred's tonight?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I sat next to Tina on her sofa and tried to get a peak at what she was typing. Partly to see how much she had left to type but mostly to see what she was typing about, she was kind of shifty when it came to her writing.

"No..." Tina shook her head leaning to the side of the sofa making sure I couldn't see any of what she's typed.

"What? It's not like I can't search it up on my phone...if I knew how to use the internet on it..." Yeah I wasn't the best when it came to technology. I was the type to physically write things down on a piece of paper, the type to call Ari if something electrical wasn't working because I didn't know what the hell was up. "You know what I mean."

"You're just gonna have to wait to see the finished product" Tina said with a growing smile. "Just like everybody else."

And there I go eating my words again.

"Is this payback for the album?" I ask.

"Not really, I just don't want you to see it until it's done. But now that you mention that, it's like killing two birds with one stone...one bird being an unorthodox one."

I check my watch. It was nearly nine-thirty.

"Are you nearly done?"

"I might be if you tell me why you're so excited..." Tina looked up at me in a way that made me want to tell her why but I needed to save face in case I overwhelmed her or something.

So I just laughed it off "I'm not excited, Teen." I insisted.

She shrugged, turning her attention back at to her laptop. "Then I'm not nearly done." And the typing started again, I was getting pretty sick of that sound. So sick I started getting immature and desperate.

"Ow!" Tina yelled turning to me and touching her head, on the spot where I tugged on some of her hair. "What was that for?" She said hitting me back in the arm.

"I'm gonna keep on annoying you until you walk out that door with me to my car so we can walk into Phred's together."

"...together, huh?" Tina leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied smile on her face.

Fuck, I said too much.

"Is that why you're so insistent on picking me up today? So we can go to Phred's together?"

"What? N-No." I guess I shouldn't give Tina grief about her being a terrible actor because I'm pretty sure I won't be winning Oscars with this performance.

"No point denying it. Spill." She closed her laptop giving me her full attention.

"Just...this is the first party where we don't have to hide anything." I give in. "No sneaky glances or pretending like nothing's happened between us, all that is exhausting...and I really want a drink."

Tina put her laptop on her table and turned to me pushing a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. "So...have you told anyone about us? Like...what's happened in the past because I've told Fara."

Shocker of the century.

Fara Patzer's facial expressions can tell a story worth a thousand words...or just a few. Like: you're an asshole, stay away from my best friend. That was her usual facial expression a couple of days after something bad happened between Tina and I.

"Wait, you knew?" Tina looked surprised.

"Kinda hard not to." I admit. "She's been giving me the occasional death stare since San Diego. I've told Ryan"

Well more like Ryan's dragged it out of me, more like Ryan's got this crazy gift at being able to read me so well I don't even need to speak.

"Eric's my brother, he always knows when something is going on but I didn't admit anything and the amount of times I've had to deny it to Phil is crazy...but I couldn't tell those two, it's difficult trying to make someone understand why you keep being unfaithful to your girlfriend." I guess I was a little nervous about what Phil and Eric will say when they find out. Which is precisely why I needed a few drinks in me beforehand.

"What do you think they'll say?" Tina asked and I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was.

She'd have to answer to Raye and Kendra just like I do with Phil and Eric.

"Phil will probably smile" I lean back on the sofa. "Make some lame joke that everyone finds funny then he'll get me alone in a room and warn me not to fuck things up" You think I'm joking.

This will happen.

"Oh and Eric will definitely do the last part so when I go missing, you'll know what's going down."

-

 The only thing that was missing in this interrogation was the bare light bulb hanging from the bare ceiling.

That and a desk.

Instead Phil, Eric and I were in one of Phred's spare bedrooms.

At least I took a drink before they whisked me away.

"You know how much I hate to be in the dark" Phil began, he stood up straighter from the dresser he was leaning on next to Eric who had his stern face on. The same face when I would finish the milk or when I used the last of the hot water in the shower back home.

I won't lie, it still scares the shit out of me.

"...the light is a little dim, why don't I get a new bulb from downstairs while--" I stopped as Eric's face grew sterner.

Okay, no fucking around.

"Or not..." I sat back down on the bed letting myself take a cautious drink of the whiskey concoction in my solo cup.

"What the hell was that?" Eric started.

I blink. “What?”

"Now's not a wise time to be a smart ass." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You. Tina."

"I broke up with Amelia two days ago" I stated.

"What?" Phil took a step towards me in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Seriously" I nod. "Is everything good now? Can I..." Eric raised both his eyebrows "Nope, I'll stay here."

"What gives?" Phil asked.

"...you know what gives" I gave Phil a look. "You've always known..."

"Can you guys use actual sentences? I don't know what gives." Eric interrupted, breaking Phil and my stare.

"You weren't there when Bruno invited Tina and the girls to have drinks with us after the concert...and you weren't there in San Diego..." Phil said to my brother.

"Is that right?" Eric looked right at me. "Let's just all lay our cards on the table, this is supposed to be a night of celebration." He clasped his hands together. "We all know what you were like with Amelia. That's not happening with Tina--"

"--I know--"

"--no, I don't think you do know. None of what's happened this whole year is going to be repeated with her, nothing. Because if I hear, or if I see, or if I get the vibe that you're doing the same things you did to Amelia on her I will pull the plug on this thing so fast you don't even know."

"Eric" I stood up. Sure I didn't match him in height but I hope I matched him in strength of seriousness. "Believe me when I say I know. She means more to me than you realize and believe me when I say I'm going to do all that's in my power to not repeat the mess that was me and Amelia. I'll show you...I'll show the both of you that I mean business."