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[azurlily]

Hello! May I ask for stalker/pervert yumeko x fem!reader (sfw And nsfw)

OH HO HO!! YES Y E S YESSSS!!! Sorry I haven't been active, mental health and all, but I'm doing somewhat better and this is one of the first I'm working on to get a good bit of stuff outta my drafts. This isn't all that dark, but I'm still giving a warning. Also(to anyone that actually reads these) this started stalkerish and developed into yandere territory. I apologize, but I couldn't help myself. CNC is briefly mentioned but not gone over.

Stalker!Yumeko Jabami x Fem!reader

Now, this is a somewhat unlikely situation. Yet, somehow, it still happened. So how did this even start, why is Yumeko following you home, why does she get all antsy when she cant be around you?

So many questions, so few answers. The only way to truly get Yumekos attention is to stand out. Not in a way she has already seen before, so there are few ways to do that.

You could have beaten her in a gamble, the higher the stakes the more interested she is. You could have possibly been a kind, and genuinely good person. People like that aren't seen as much at Hyakkaou, so it be someone she is very much interested in. Maybe you're a masochist and you lost to Yumeko, seeing you happy to lose would definitely turn her on and interest her...as long as you're not creepy like Midari.

Anyway, despite whatever peaked her interest about you...yeah you're hers now. So have fun. Yumeko is the last person you'd want to defy, I mean...have you met the girl? At first she isn't obvious about her recognition of you. No, she watches you, she even has others watch you for her. You, wether you're oblivious or not, will still notice odd behavior from those around you.

Maybe some of those ruder to you are nicer, maybe vice versa. It doesn't matter, you're going to realise at some point you're being tailed. When you do, that's when the icy hot hell that is Yumeko Jabami makes me debute to you. Or well second debute.

Before you learn all about her "nefarious" plans and she's still watching you creepily. She goes after you, in more ways than one. She watches you leave ethe bathroom, and go in. Yumeko just wants to make sure you're not being privately bullied...that's all.

She also follows you home, maybe she'll buy(just a reminder Yumeko is rich as hell) a car. One that looks like an everyday car, or an exact copy of one that lives near your house. You wouldn't suspect seeing your neighbors car right behind you...right?

Yumeko is fucking crazy, let's put that out there. I've more than likely said it once, but I'll say it again if needed. She. is. crazy. So after she's is caught stalking you, she wont lie. She'll tell you straight up, she's in love, well her idea of love. Her fucked up, disgusting idea of love. Yumeko is very blunt, she explains her intentions and what she wants. At least what she things she wants.

Whether you choose to date her or not essentially decides the outcome of your little interaction. Saying yes, immediately fucks you over, she no longer has to hide her stalker tendencies. Saying no, well she'll pretend she didn't hear it and the next day at school Yumeko announces your relationship.

She's also very touchy(yes, she's a pervert too) she likes putting her hand up your skirt and will smile. Yumeko likes to hig you from behind, why? Because that means she can touch your tits. Big or small, nonexistent or very obviously existant. She loves your chest, she love you, and therefore any and every part of you.

She likes to show you off, by that I mean she'll kiss and love on you while she's gambling. You just look so cute to her, shaking and looking away in embarrassment.

I feel like Yumeko as a stalker is giving her yandere tendencies, but toned down. She goes from stalker to the well known term: crazy girlfriend. She needs you round all the time, she cant gamble without you. She can't walk home without you, she hates leaving you.

You're her lucky charm, you make things better. She can talk about her sister, how she really feels. She doesn't always need to smile and act dopey. She can be anything without worry...and if you dislike something she cant just tie you up and have you miss a few school days...

Now, Yumeko is a less than savory person when you think about it. While she does her best to love you in every way she knows. It takes her a while, especially if you said no to dating her at first. She really cant help herself, she wants to show you things...but how can she trust you?

I'd say it takes months before she finally tells you everything, well everything that you didn't know. She trusts you to tell you hoe she really feels, hoe her fucked up mind decided you were her chosen protector.

Even if she was stalking you a lot to begin with. It was all in good faith, I mean look now. You two are inseparable, not that she let's you leave her, but that doesn't matter.

In her eyes, you're perfect, no matter the horrible things she's done. No matter how much she touches you in odd and somewhat disturbing ways. You don't leave, she'd die if you did. Yumeko Jabami, current heiress to the Jabami clan.

She has put so much effort into you, into helping you gamble, helping you with debt, helping you with class work. She cant leave you...and if she has to strike a deal for a student life plan. All to keep your with her. She will.

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD

Sex is something else with her. Yumeko being the person she is, I highly doubt she's a virgin. No, she's had her fair share of men and women. Learning that she was particularly interested in girls help in her decided what to do with her interest in you.

Yumeko knows how to work your body. She puts on the cutesy loving girlfriend act...then eats you until you're trying(and failing) to pull her head away. Yumeko loves oral so this just makes things all the more fun for her.

Now of course just because she favors orla doesn't mean she doesn't like other things. When you two start dating she no longer needs to watch you as you go home...no she can drive you home herself. And she can also make you ride a vibrator the entire ride.

Yumeko loves humiliation(especially the stalker/pervert version of her) the idea of you crying and shaking after you been riding a toy for hours. She's been laughing at the faces you make, the whines, she'll pull on your hair and call you a slut.

Maybe take a few pictures, she loves to look through them during class when she's bored.

Oh, but seeing you all needy in public riles her up too. You're horny in public, maybe at school? Bathroom. She'll fuck you in the stall and then take a picture so she can create and album of you in the future. She likes to write the exact date and time of your little game.

Going back to the humiliation thing, if you end up doing it in a school or public bathroom. Prepare yourself, she taunt and belittle you.

You'll be so shaken up from her fucking you though, you hear very little of what she's saying. Whether that is a blessing or a curse is entirely up to you.

If it wasn't already obvious, one of Yumekos universally favorite things to do is overstimulation. Seeing you beg for mercy(that you will not be getting) after 5 orgasms is the best thing to ever grace her ears. It's an intoxicating sound, keep making it. The more you beg for mercy the longer it'll take for her to even want to stop.

Yumeko is a dominant and sadistic person in general. That goes over to the bedroom too. We see Yumeko get horny off of gambling, so she most definitely does a small coin flip or some form of small gamble.

It could decided whose on top(even though in the end you'll be bent over her knee crying her name), maybe it decides what toys you use, maybe if you win the gamble Yumeko wont punish as hard...

"So good for me, my good girl! Aww, are those tears for me? Thank you, I'm glad you know you place, sweet girl!"

She likes to mix praise in with her degradation. Calling you a mixture of darling, baby, good girl, sweetie, sweet girl, my love, sweetheart, princess(her favorite), ect. She has an extremely large variety of words for you. In and out of bed.

Stalker!Yumeko most definitely has a consent non-consent kink. I am not interested in getting into that unless specifics asked. Do with that information what you will.

Anyway, Yumeko and cat ears are like the ocean and salt. You can't really have one without the other. While Yumeko uses her money to buy you expensive lingerie sets, she also buys you cute costumes.

Maid, puppy, kitty, ect. She will dress you up with dog ears and an anal plug tail, or cat ears and an anal plug cat tail. Maybe even a bunny suit...definitely a bunny suit. Yumeko will also dress up if you ask, anything you want.

If you like the idea of a cute bunny girl dominating you until you (s)cream... Yumeko can and will do everything to set that fantasy up.

Now aftercare with Yumeko is an interesting situation. At first she doesn't know what it is, no matter if she's been with men or women. Top or bottom. She's never understood why she needed to care for someone. Mainly because she never cared for the others like she does you.

Yumeko loves you, therefore she does research into aftercare. Mainly out of fear that you'll slip into sub drop. She does her best with food and comfortable clothes, a warm bath and good television. She knows that isn't all that's required though, she reminds herself that you need to reminded you're loved.

All in all(and I do genuinely believe this) Yumeko is a good lover. Stalker!ver or not. She does love you, Yumeko shows her love to those she cares about. It's different and sometimes weird, and sometimes it's completely stupid and makes her look dumb. She does understand things better than you'd think.

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[cherxyx]

Summary: Another "which characters to..." since I am in heavy writers block. This multiply characters from different shows.

Warnings: Suggestive, mask, choking, pet names, some praise, some degrading.

ALL CHARATERS ARE AGED UP AND WITH A MODERN TWIST

You have been warned that their is suggestive content below and that your reading is all on your free will.

Which character to...surprise you one night after you jokingly sent them a tik-tok of a significant other dressing up as a slasher and surprising their s/o. After a long day of work, you come home expecting to see your partner waiting for you but instead your met with a sight that makes you weak to the knees. Visual link 1. Visual 2

Gojo, SUNA, Eren, Ukai, Miidari, GETO, Kanato (but like in a weird way yk), Connie, Kei, Yuma, Integra, Hinata (best surpirse), Asahi, Tobio, Nanami,

Which character to...give you two boo baskets! One is filled with sweet things like clothes, make up, books, or gift cards and the other is filled with sex toys, lingerie, wax, chocolate, a blind fold. When you said thank you with a flushed face, they respond saying "I can't wait to see how your face looks after I am done with you and your new toys".

Suna, Yumeko, Mary, Kei, Kuroo, Miya Twins, Kiyoko (yes she would), Nobara, LAITO, Yuma, LEVI, Seras, Integra, Yachi, Asahi, Sugawara, Kou, REIJI (he would mess your shit up), Mikasa

Which characters to...enable your mask kink. Choke you and call you their slut as they back you into corner. Not knowing what is next until they rub their fingers against your clothed pussy. "Can't wait to fuck my favorite slut tonight." As they get on their knees and pull your pants down.

Geto, Gojo, Ukai, Levi, Eren, HANGE, AYATO, laito, Akaashi, Tanaka, Ushijima, Bokuto (I just know he would), Midari, Alucard, Kenma, Tobio.

[ghostlyforxst]

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬!

|𖥸|𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓|𖥸|𝐑𝐄𝐐.𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒|𖥸|𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒|𖥸|

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEALED WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WITH NAGA! TAMAKI AMAJIKI COURTING READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 GIDDY UP, BABY!// KEN RYUGUJI X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEAL WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 HERE LIES THE BEGINNING// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SHINY NEW THINGS// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WEREBEAR! GYOMEI HIMEJIMA X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MHA CHARACTERS AS TYPES OF YANDERES HEADCANNONS

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE! RENGOKU KYOJURO X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING..

©𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐗𝐄𝐒𝐓 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ.

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[miksaslut]

hii could you maybe do some fucking mary from kakegurui in the schools bathroom please <3 thank u!!! i’ll probably be requesting a lot as well

teasing — by miksaslut

type of work: smut + fanfic

CW // smut, begging kink, public kink, praise kink

character: mary saotome

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U UR SO SWEET AND UR MY FIRST REQUEST ?!?!? THANK U SM I HOPE I DID GOOD

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you had been teasing mary all day. you knew it was kind of wrong but it was cute - seeing her cheeks go pink as you bent over in your short skirt, flashing your bare pussy in the middle of the hall just for her to see.

it was adorable seeing her squirm in her chair at lunch as you pulled your shirt up just enough to almost reveal a nipple for her. but most importantly, it was fun. you loved to watch her cross her legs with her hand shoved in between them subtly.

it was last period and still, mary had not cracked. you both sat in the back of the class, her beside you sitting politely. as a movie plays in the front of class, you giggle; her hand was creeping up dangerously high on her thigh. you propped your leg up, resting it your chair. you weren’t wearing your panties today - why would you? mary was just going to take them off anyways. you lifted your leg up for a reason. mary’s eyes trailed to your pussy, biting her lip. “fuck” she says under her breath. your hands trace up your thigh, all the way to your throbbing clit. you start rubbing it. although you hope no one sees you, the adrenaline rush of being caught takes hold of you. you moan quietly. “god y/n,�� mary says, scoffing and grabbing your wrist, “if you wanted to get fucked you could’ve asked” you smirk as she pulls you up and you both rush out of the classroom.

you had been teasing mary all day and you finally will get your reward. “where are we going, princess?” you tease while mary blushed at the nickname, shaking her head and dragging you into the gender neutral washroom. she pushed you up against one of the stalls with your breasts pressed against the stall door.

“you’re such a cute slut, you know that? all this, just to get me to fuck you”

your tits are exposed, your shirt pulled up across your chest. the stall door was cold against your nipples. your ass was facing her, your legs slightly crossed, embarrassed. “come on y/n, let me see that pretty pussy,” she pulled up your skirt which was already riding up your thighs. “of course you’re already wet” her words made you purse your lips. you were so wet you could feel it running a little down your leg. her ring finger dragged up your slit and you gasp a little. her finger stopped at your clit to rub it slowly, handling you with care. “mary no i- mm fuck- i need more” you buck your hips against her, desperate for something. “good girls beg for it” she says, kissing your jaw and neck harshly.

“shit- mary i need it- fuck p-please i need your fingers inside of me” the way she rubbed your clit was so perfect that begging was difficult. “please mary please fuck me please make me cum hard” you pressed your thighs together and moaned louder than before. mary laughed and her free hand grabbed your boob, pinching your nipple lightly. you bite your lip and try to hold in a moan. “fuck you’re so good for me, arent you?” you nod at her words. suddenly, you gasp as you feel one of mary’s fingers be inserted into you. “fuck yes” you say, closing your eyes as she begins pumping in and out of you. “shit it- fuck it feels so good” she chuckles at your moans. “yeah y/n? it feels good? it’s deep, isn’t it” you moan loudly and grip the top of the bathroom stall door. “yes it’s so- so fucking deep”

“yeah you want two fingers?” she curls her finger slightly and you shiver.

“fuck y-yes i want two please i want your fingers in me p-please give me two”

“it’s cute how desperate you are” she smiles and plunges her other finger in your sopping pussy.

“i- fuck- i love it” your hand gripping the door moves to grab one of mary’s wrists. “god i might cum”

“already? that’s adorable,” she pumps harder and deeper, curling her fingers as you moan for everyone to hear. “come on now, we can’t have people catching us” mary says, clicking her tongue. you try to listen to her, but her fingers are so deep, so good… so, so fucking good that you can’t hold it in. “f-fuck i’m- yes right there- i’m cumming” your nails dig into her wrist and she removes her fingers and turning you around. she grabs your ass and give you a quick kiss before getting on her knees.

“let me eat you out y/n” and without hesitation you prop your leg on mary’s shoulder, giving her the best view of yourself. “god you just came and you’re still desperate?” you blushed and looked away. “please just make me cum again” she smirks once more before grabbing you and pulling you close, beginning to eat you out like it was the last fucking meal she’d ever have. her tongue dragged up and down your slit, then sucking and swirling around your clit. you moan and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “mary it’s so- so- fuck yes” she laughs lightly against your clit, sending a perfect shiver up your body. your fingers lace into her hair, pulling gently. your thighs press against the sides of her face as her tongue starts to move into your pussy. “oh my god- right there please don’t stop” your back arches and you can feel your orgasm coming. you’re practically riding her face at this point. “i might- fuck you’re gonna make me cum mary” mary starts to suck your clit again, harsher this time. “i’m-“ your legs shake and mary moans at how hot you are. “i’m cumming mary fuck” she still sucks on your clit guiding you through your orgasm. she stands up and rubs your pussy one last time. you shake, overstimulated and exhausted. she kisses you then pulls away, content. “you did so good,” mary smiles, “so loud for me” you swat her as you pull your shirt back over your tits and readjust your skirt. “let’s fuck at school more” you say, playfully.

“agreed”

[skrillawrld]

𝐆 𝐈 𝐑 𝐋 𝐒

𝐘 𝐔 𝐌 𝐄 𝐊 𝐎 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 ¡ 𝐅 𝐄 𝐌 ! 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

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“You Lose.” You heard, as Yumeko yelled out triumphantly. This was your third time losing against her and you just kept digging yourself deeper in debt. However, Yumeko didn’t mind, she was always fascinated with you. Your attitude, your style, and the way you carried yourself. So elegant and magnificent. She admired how you never took shit from anymore, including her and Kirari.  

She smiled down upon you, she knew she had you where she needed you to be. Saying that she was obsessed with you would be an understatement, she’s always with you, even when you thought she wasn’t. Funny thing about it, she’s literally your dorm mate. Whenever you thought you could catch a break with her you couldn’t, she was everywhere. Though your doors separated you both she always found a way to be up under you and in your personal space.

“How are you going to pay me, my dear.” She asked. She had you stuck, because What money did you have to pay her with? You gambled all of your money on the first and second game, expecting the third game to be your chance to win. I guess luck was never on your side.

“I’ll have your money soon.” You told her, you knew it wouldn’t slide, you knew the rules, and yet still tried to slither your way from them? she could’ve laughed at how pathetic you looked right then and there, but she refrained from doing so. She was already planning on making fun of you since you had to be her house pet.

“That’s not how it works and you know it.” She grinned in your face. Her voice leaking with dominance. Were you panties wet at the moment? Maybe, maybe not. Not any of her business anyways. It wasn’t as if you would subtly tease her because you thought she may of had something for you, totally not that. 

One thing about Yumeko, she noticed everything about you, and in that moment she watched as your thighs clenched together at her voice. She smiled, placing the house pet tag around your neck and pulling your face closer to hers. 

“I’m onto you sweetheart.” She whispered. She then left you in the room by yourself, to do what? Maybe think about what she meant probably, but you were thinking about something else. 

You were thinking about every position she could possibly have you in while you enjoyed cumming on her face. Just the though of being so intimate with her sent shivers up your spine. Your pussy clenched in excitement as your clit throbbed in pain, you couldn’t contain the dirty thoughts from spilling out. You needed to get to your dorm and get there quickly, but you still had class. You’d just have to ask to use the restroom and thug it out from there.

“Can I use the restroom please?” You asked the professor.

“Of course but you’ll miss some notes.” He stated.

 “I’ll give it to her.” Yumeko stated. 

“Thank you Ms.Jabami, you may use the bathroom now.” The professor said.

As soon as you reached into the bathroom you went into the furthest stall from the door. Pulling your skirt and panties down, staring at the stickiness left inside. You’d have to make a makeshift pad when you were done. You pulled out your phone, the phone you really weren’t supposed to have, and opened the twitter app, you switched from your regular account to your private and scrolled until you saw a lesbian video that fit your satisfaction.

The seat were clean so you sat there and spread your legs, You sat there watching as the two girls in the video tribe with one another until one started squirting. You began pumping your fingers into yourself at a fast pace, hoping no one would walk in and hear the squelching noises your sloppy pussy was making. Your orgasm was approaching quickly. You placed your phone on top of the tissue holder and started rubbing your clit while fucking yourself on your fingers. The sight was straight from a porn scene, you wished she were there to watch, to call you a slut or tell you that your such a dirty whore for toying with yourself in public. The thought of her punishing you for cumming without her permission sent you into your orgasm, you came hard. Spasming and squirting on the floor.

Just as you were done you heard the bathroom door open. You quickly wiped up the mess you made and walked back to class, or at least try to. 

“You took quite some time, and your legs are shaking, are you okay?” Ryota asked. He was truly a sweet boy but at that moment you wish he’d shut up. Mary and Yumeko then started looking at you too. You couldn’t read their facial expressions much. Mary’s was neutral but you could almost see the look of mischief in her eyes, and Yumeko didn’t hide hers.  

“How was your trip Ms.L/n.” Yumeko whispered in your ear. You chose to ignore her until whenever, but you knew whenever would probably be until tonight, she’d make you talk to her if you ignored her too long.

“I’ll see you in our dorms.” She laughed out. You knew that meant nothing good, so you decided to avoid her by staying in the library until you thought she was sleeping. Usually you slept in early so you never got to watch her fall asleep, you were just hoping she was asleep.

You began walking back to your dorms, it was around 8:30-ish. Everyone was supposed to be in their dorms by 8 but you pleaded with the librarian to let you “study” for a little more. 

As you entered into your dorm you could immediately feel her dominating presence looming from the couch directly centered in your living room, your worst nightmare had became your reality, and luck definitely proved not to be on your side. 

She sat there, manspreading in nothing but a tank top and shorts. The sight of her sitting there in that position had your mind in a frenzy. Her tits were spilling out her tank top and you could see her nipples were hard. You started to walk to your room but she started speaking.

“Were you planning on ignoring me all day? Are were you going to talk to me when you finished “studying?” She asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I honestly don’t care either. I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” You told her but she didn’t care, she got up out of her position and began walking to you. She then stood, towering, over you.

“What did you do in the bathroom earlier today?” She questioned. You watched as her lips move but you weren’t listening, her boobs were right in your face, and you really wasn’t better than any man. You started imagining all of the positions you’d have her and giving her pleasure in. 

She noticed you were zoned out and gripped you by your throat. Your pussy instantly clenched, you wanted her so bad.

“Since your thoughts are always somewhere else when I’m speaking to you I guess I’ll have to get physical she grunted in your ears. This side of Yumeko was honestly surprising, in class and around people she was always a “cheery” person her aura was dominant, but now her and her aura was dominating over you. 

“How are you baby? You know if you wanted my help you could’ve asked. You know I’d help you with anything. I notice the little things you do to get my attention, and it works. They always did, I noticed when you’d clench your thighs when I looked at you, or how you wear your night dress without panties and purposely bend over because to reach the remote because the Tv was “Too loud.” You’re just as much as a pervert as I am.” She stated. 

She gagged you good. You were speechless, you knew all the things you did but you didn’t expect her to throw it back up in your face. She then looked down at you then your lips, you knew what she wanted and you wanted it just as bad. You began to lean in to let her know you wanted her, and she yanked your neck and started kissing you roughly. You couldn’t help it, your moans started spilling out of your mouth and loudly.

She then placed her leg between your thighs creating friction on your clit. She had you right where she wanted you, she wanted you to need her, to depend on her for pleasure, she wanted to ruin you. To watch as your pretty tears fall down your face as she ate you out into your nth orgasm.

“You’re such a pretty girl, my pretty girl, yeah?” She moaned in your ear.

“Mhm, just your pretty girl !” You moaned back as you humped on her leg. She decided to carry you both back on the couch while kissing on your neck. She placed you in missionary while she sat at the end of your pussy.

She slid your panty to the side and grinned, you were so wet, so wet that it connected to your panties when she started pulling them completely off. She began kissing from the back of your thighs all the way to your clit. She then latched onto the bud, causing you to arch and let out a pornographic moan. She almost came just from the sound alone.

“Look at this pretty pussy baby, and its all mine. Your sloppy cunt is all mine.” She voiced. Staring into your eyes causing you holes to clench. Her expression meant she was serious. She then went back to eating you out, she inserted two fingers, curling them up and started pumping in and out of your pussy, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yumeko, I’m gonna cum!” You choked out. She didn’t care, her eating you out was for her pleasure, it’s something she’s been waiting for.

“Yeah baby? Cum for mommy.” She said lowly. You then came, squirting in her mouth. She was a little shocked, she had no clue you were a squirter. She then licked up all your juices and started to tongue fuck you until you came two more times.

After she had her fun with you she placed you on your knees as she stood in front of you, she collected your braids in a ponytail and started thrusting your face into her pussy. She had no panties on so you tasted everything.

“You look so good for mommy baby, you look so perfect down there.” She said, taunting you. She then took her pant off and shoved your nose onto her clit.

“Open your mouth, and let me see your tongue.” She groaned out. After you stuck your tongue out she continued to fuck on it,  moaning out how you were such a good girl for her and how she lives to satisfy her cute little house pet, and that you were the love of her life, she even threatened to find you if you ever left her. Something you had no plan on doing. 

She was close to her orgasms, leaning back on the chair and watching as you forced your tongue into her messy pussy, she wanted to take a picture so badly to remember this moment, she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours. After she creamed on your tongue, you licked it up and smiled at her, she was so cute. 

She then carried both of you into the bathroom to shower, in there she massaged your body while whispering sweet things into your ears. When you both were done she went into your room and laid down while you laid on top of her. You began massaging her boobs and placed one into your mouth while pinching the other one. She watched as you fell asleep, tired from todays events.

“Next time I have to dress you as a kitten and have you roleplay.” She laughed.

She then drifted off to sleep, not without giving you a goodnight kiss though.

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kakegurui x reader who is very clingy (platonic but all the girls are like kinda into her) and she’s always either following Yumeko around or fiddling with one of Midari’s guns. The one shot can be when the reader geta called out for it and feels like she’s being too clingy so she tries to distance herself and all three kinda have to come together to figure out why reader is so sad? maybe an ending with protecc from the girls? Sorry for the long request!!

Once again- jesus this took forever so let me give you something good (I will try my best as per usual) and hope ya enjoy at least a little! My apologies again!

KAKEGURUI X F! READER (PLATONIC-ISH)

It was almost like a stop in your life. A pause. You had never noticed you had done it everyday, were you too much? Why did nonody tell you? And more importantly....how do you stop what you don’t notice yourself doing?

You had way too many questions because some random girl had walked up to you, randomly, and out of nowhere says,

“Hey you hang around those girls a lot huh? Don’t you think you’re a little too much? I mean I’ve never actually seen you without them. Ever.” She said, and it wasn’t even menacing, which means she truly meant it. That was even worse!

And when you think about it...she was oh so right.

Everyday, you went to school with Mary who would walk you with a scowl but let you hold her hand and talk her ear off all the way there. She would always say she wasn’t listening but would bring up something you said all the time surprising you. Then Midari would be waiting for you and hand you her arm and say “Let’s go gorgeous” with this sinister grin, and you’d play with her gun on the way to your first class, and then Yumeko would come and sit on your lap in class and let you hug her and the teacher never said anything because Kirari....oh god, you were so clingy.

And just like that your mood had dropped significantly, and nobody knew why but just tried to push it off.

“Maybe she’s having a bad day.”

“Got a bad grade on her exam!”

“Ah she didn’t have a good enough lunch?”

Any excuse they could come up with they used whichever came to mind first because they didn’t want to think you were truly upset.

And they didn’t want to have to come for whoever had made their darling so upset in the first place.

Until the next day came. Mary knocked on your door and you opened it with a forced smile that Mary chose to ignore, and she held out her hand with an annoyed look on her face as per usual but this time to you it felt so real.

I guess I am way too clingy.

That was the conclusion that you had came up with in your mind as you decided to ignore her hand and instead go for a more cheerful appearance to distract from your oh-so-obvious swatting of her hand.

She still walked with you but the look on her face was different. It was more narrow and almost looked like she was judging you or something, and you wondered if you had ever seen this look before in the back of your head.

When you go to the school Midari was as per usual waiting for you gun in hand, but you politely declined the offer of holding her gun as she wrapped her arm around yours. You wuickly took it off.

“Huh? What’s up with you gorgeous? Mary say something rude again? I truly don’t understand why you don’t let me take you-

“No! No I’m uh, I’m fine! I was just having...cramps! In my fingers...yeah...they are absolutely terrible!” You said quickly with a smile. Midari grinned and rubbed your head with her gun.

“Alrighty then sweetheart, did you not want to go to class then? I can let Kirari tell your teach you won’t be there ya know” she grinned at you, with her usual amount of playfulness seeping through. You waved your hand and walked into your classroom without saying goodbye. How odd.

Midari called Yumeko outside, you thought she was probably weeping for Yumeko’s attention again and didn’t think anything of it. But oh boy were you wrong. As Yumeko sat on your lap, you took notes vigorously and tried to shift and move her off, and she must’ve gotten the hint because she did. Yumeko whispered in your ear,

“I thought your hands were cramping?” She said, and you almost jumped because you realized how badly you had screwed up.

“O-oh yeah! But I need to take notes for this class Koko, you know that.” You brushed it off and she nodded her head innocently before going back to not paying attention. Or so you thought, but she obviously saw that you lied to her. Who could get past her?

After class you and Yumeko were called to the President’s room. You walked in and saw Kirari, Midari, Yumemi, Mary, Sayaka, Yuriko, everybody. It honestly overwhelmed you because you had wanted to touch them so bad. It was how you showed love but now you were basically forcing yourself to look at the ground.

“Now now, come over here y/n, we have to talk to you.” Kirari said and you knew, you had been figured out. There was a new seat for you and Kirari to sit in so you sat by her side trying not to touch her, however her scent and basically everything about her made it difficult. Especially with her putting her arm around you and trying to make you hug her. So in the end, you basically gave up. Who were you to resist?

“Is there a reason the girls are saying you’ve been lying and avoiding them all day or do we jut have to make a public announcement to find out who’s been talking to you?” She said softly. So softly you honestly almost cried. You had basically avoided all contact with the girls and given them no explanation, you felt terrible.

“I’m sorry!! It’s just- I realized how clingy I’ve been with you all and I never even asked if you were okay with it. I’m like some leech and I’m always hanging onto you guys and it feels like I’m not doing anything but being annoying anymore.” You ranted, not trying to look any of them in the eyes but you could see their eyes soften just a little when you finally did look up with glossy eyes.

“Ok. Listen. If any of us didn’t like it we would tell you and the freaking president herself wouldn’t even let you in here- let alone get a WHOLE NEW CHAIR for you to be able to hug her on. We all enjoy it and understand that it’s how you show that you like and care for us. Friends just know moron. Who told you this because I don’t believe you came up with this ridiculous theory of sorts on your own.” Mary announced as she stood up from her seat, tired of staying quiet.

“...well...I don’t know who but, I understand. That didn’t make sense anyways huh?” You giggled and hugged Kirari, instantly brightening the mood as she wrapped her arm around your waist.

“Well we’ll need to find out who immediately, we can’t exactly let whoever it was think they know better than us can we?” Yumeko said with a smile, as the other girls nodded.

Yeah, this was how it will always be.

EL FIN.

brooo that endings trassshhh. Anyways my fingers hurt so bad because I’ve been writing (not just this) for like an hour no break my fingers are buring, anyways sorry for the TERRIBLE wait so so sorry but I hope you enjoy!

-SS

[an-emovision]

Hay could you please do an Angst/comfort for Rei with an S/O who binds unsafely or Rei with an S/O who Grew up in a similar situation to them?

A/N: Hi hello! of course, thank you so much for the request! I'll do the unsafe binding since its pretty late and I'm a little tired. I'm not exaaaaactly 100% about this one but i still hope you enjoy it, if not let me know and ill be more then happy to do another request for you. Warning(s): None ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— ❀- The pain in your chest and ribs was becoming more and more unbearable by the day ❀- It didn't go unnoticed by Rei ❀- She was very observant after all, and as someone who had to bind (and still does from time to time) she could see the signs clear as day ❀- When you had told her you wanted to start binding, she smiled and gave you some tips, but because you weren't her some of these tips didn't exactly work for you ❀- You were so desperate to hide your chest that you used some we'll say 'unsafe' measures ❀- Which led you here, Rei firmly telling you that what you're doing is dangerous in one of the schools' bathrooms ❀- "I understand why love, but you could cause serious internal damage this way." Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the sink ❀- She wouldn't waver, no matter how cute the sad, pitiful look you had on your face was. ❀- You hung your head and Rei sighed, she finally caved and walked over to wrap her arms around your waist. "How about this-" she placed a soft kiss to your forehead "After school we'll go buy you a proper one, how's that?" ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽

[sweetchup]

Little Fish; Big Fish

Type: Rin Obami x reader

Au?: None

Word Count: About 10,000 words

Warnings: Don’t think I need to say this but just in case, Yumeko and Kirari (Enough said). (This is also Kakegurui so everyone is a little bit insane)

Author note: Why is it always the smiley and soft looking boys that are actually bad guys that I simp for? Someone help.

“Are you nervous?”

Kirari's powerful voice resounds throughout the empty student council room and catches you off guard. At her sudden question, or rather statement, you can’t help but notice that your hands, that were holding your cards, were in fact shaking.

Ever so slightly, you begin to loosen the grip you had on the cards, hoping (practically praying at this point) to stop the shaking. Though, it was a futile attempt in the end as you still had ever so slight small twitches throughout your whole body that gave you away.  

How did you get in this mess?

That’s the question you have been asking yourself ever since you got Kirari’s gamble invitation. One, you still haven’t understood why she would give you in the first place. After all, you weren’t rich. Not even in the slightest way. Both of your parents had normal office jobs and the only reason you had even got accepted into this school was due to your grandfather having worked here as a teacher in the past.

There was also the fact you didn’t gamble. Though, it wasn’t just because you couldn’t, it was also because you weren’t interested. The chips used in betting were often millions of yen anyways and you didn’t feel the joy of ending up in debt for the rest of your life. At the very least however, you understood why so many flocked to the thrill of gambling. The many times you ran into Yumeko Jabami and were roped into watching her nonsense with her gang of friends proved that.

But still…., even with being friends with Yumeko Jabami, you were still utterly nothing. Just someone that adorned the school halls. A wallflower that had somehow, through some unknown luck, has avoided becoming a housepet. So, just why were you here. It made no—

The sudden noise of Kirari placing her cards down on the table snaps you out of your thoughts. For the first time since you arrived, you finally gain the courage to glance at her face.

With her electric blue eyes that almost seemed to glow and a small, ever so slightly, smile that graced her also blue lips, you can’t help but gulp. You knew what was about to happen wasn’t good.

“(Y/n) (l/n). That’s who you are, right?”  Kirari inquires, leaning back in her chair slightly as she turns her attention to the massive fish tank in the room. “You are the eldest daughter and only child of your (l/n) family name. With most of your family being mere pawns of larger companies. Honestly, your income is hardly a cent compared to other students at our school.”

You bite the edge of your lip slightly. It was the truth but you wished she didn’t have to spell it out so bluntly.

“Yet,...” Kirari turns her gaze back to you, “You still have lasted longer, even better, than others at this school. I wonder how...”

As she finishes her sentence, Kirari reaches over to examine a small box of traditional Japanese sweets. A box she had won off of you in the last round. Even though she had frazed her last sentence as a question, you could tell she already knew her own answer.

“I will admit, the strategy you have come up with to survive is actually incredibly smart. If you are ever forced to gamble, you bet these sweets you bought from some commoner’s shop. Since most students here don't know the price of average items, They over bet what the equivalent price is. Letting you have quite the side profit when you do happen to win.”

“Ah yes… it’s really all I can afford…” You say, letting out a small chuckle at the end in hopes of lightening the room. Which thankfully, on your end, does as Kirari laughs along as well.

“You know... I have something that could possibly help with that ‘wealth problem’ of yours.“

Caught off guard by her sudden statement, you looked at her bewildered.

“What do you mean by that?” You say in an unsure light filled tone, hoping she was just joking.

“Well, I heard from—“

However, before Kirari could finish what she was proposing, the student council doors open with a loud bang. Startling you so much you almost drop your cards. However, Kirari does not even flinch in the slightest. Almost as if she expected that to happen.

“Hello (y/n)!!” Yumi shouts out to you as she pushes Terano into the room along with Ibara following in tow. Once the pinked hair male notices you, he quickly walks, more like runs, over to your side.

“You didn’t lose anything right?” Ibara asks as he peers down at the table of cards. He must have noticed you were gone from morning classes today and had searched to come find you.

“A-ah nothing big. Just two boxes of candy.” You tell your classmate and friend as he checks your bag. Though, your answer doesn’t seem to reassure him in any way.

“I think that’s enough betting for today. Let’s go, break is about to end anyways.” Ibara states as he practically tries to drag you out of your seat.

“O-ok. Well, I better get going then. Thanks for the small game Kirari.” You say, giving the president a small bow as you stand and proceed to grab your bag.

“(Y/n),” You pause at what you are doing when you suddenly feel a hand scooping your cheek, looking up you see Kirari leaning over at the table. “If you want to hear the rest of my proposal, come stop by.”

Almost in a trance, perhaps it was her angelic looks that caused it, you can’t help but nod.

“Good. I will await for your arrival—“

“Kirari,” Kirari is once again cut off as Terano speaks. The two stare at each other, almost as if they are exchanging in some sort of conversation. You can’t tell what was being said but you noticed the atmosphere of the room had grown rather tense.

“Let’s leave…,” Ibara whispers in your ear as he gives your arm a light tug.

“Ok…” You give Terano a small bow and smile in thanks before you leave the room with Ibara. As the door finally closes with a loud thud, Terano lets out a heavy sigh.

“Can’t you for once in your life not treat something as some sort of gamble?”

Kirari can’t help but raise an eyebrow at Terano’s bold statement. It seemed she was right about the fact the other family members have grown attached to (y/n) as well.

“Well, it would be rather boring to watch on the sidelines.” Kirari says as she looks over to her fish tank. Just as she does so, two fishes appear, one big and one small. Even though there was a major difference in size, they weren’t hostile to each other and were actually being careful to not swim too far away from the other. “Rin Obami is painfully obviously in love with (y/n) (l/n) and I have a small hunch she does as well. Yet, neither has confessed and the slow game they are playing is starting to get rather boring. So, I just felt the need to spice things up a little.”

Suddenly, in the tank, another big fish appears and it is heading straight towards the smaller fish. It clearly plans to devour it.

“Still that isn’t your place to interfere.” Terano states pulling Kirari's attention away from the tank. Kirari watches as the girl before her suddenly scoffs, “What am I even saying… you don’t listen to logic anyways. I’m leaving, let’s go Yumi.”

“Okay Terano!”

As the two exit the room, Kirari stares at the closed door for a couple of seconds before turning her attention back to the tank. As she looks, she can’t find the three fish anymore and wonders what happened to them when she looked away. Was the small fish swallowed? Or did it perhaps run far away, leaving the bigger fish side?

Kirari can’t help but bite the edge of her nail in excitement as a sudden new thought comes across her mind.

Maybe…., both ended up being devoured. With the bigger fish attempting to save his smaller friend but failing and both perishing.

Kirari licks her lips as she walks over and presses herself up against the glass. Even in the off chance both of the fish did survive, it was only inevitable that another predator would soon pop up to try to devour the smaller fish again.

“Don’t get devoured so soon (y/n)... I wanna see you and Rin swim around more. Just struggling to stay alive.”

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“Come on (y/n)! Can’t you tell me what Kirari proposed to you?” Ibara groans as he opens the door to your classroom. Most of the students of the Botan Class were already back from break and had already taken their seats.

“As I said before, I didn’t hear the full thing. Just that she wanted to help with my ‘wealth’ problem.”

After hearing Ibara let out another groan, you decide to just leave his side and walk back to your seat instead. You knew Ibara would still continue to press into you until you told Sumika, or Kawaru, to prove to him you were in fact telling the truth.

“(Y-y/n),” At the call of your name, you tilt your head up to see three of your female classmates standing near your desk. “Did you really get challenged by the President?”

“Hmm? Oh…” You take a glance to look at Ibara, who was two rows away, watching your conversation as well. Knowing that, you felt completely safe to tell the girls the truth, “I did actually. See?”

You pull out the invitation you got this morning to show the girls. As they excitedly go on to ask you questions, you can’t help but feel thankful that Ibara, and actually the rest of the “-Bami” branch families, transferred to Hyakkaou Private Academy.

Before they came, you weren’t treated as bad as a housepet but you were still looked down upon by many of your classmates. The only thing that stopped you from being bullied was your friendly gambles that kept your classmates excited for the next treat you could possibly bring in.

It was actually one of those friendly gambles that caused you to meet Rin and Ibara Obami, who had just transferred into your class, in the first place. Rin had actually thought that, based on your game, you were also from a swindler family. You didn’t quite get what he meant at the time (you actually felt slightly offended at the comment and yelled at him for it). But you soon understood what he was getting at when only a day later, a group of guys offered you way too much money and gifts for a haul of those treats.

Later that day, you begrudgingly apologized to Rin and, eventually over time, became friends with him and the rest of the “-Bami”s.

“Now, now ladies. I’m sure (y/n) can answer all of your questions later.” Speaking of the devil himself, you watch Rin take his seat right next to yours.

“O-ok Rin-sama.” You hold back a scoff as the girls run off, whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Even you, who doesn’t know how to swindle, noticed that Rin has only been buttering them up to use them as pawns later.

“So, (y/n),” Rin starts as he leans a little back in his chair and glances at you, “What happened with you and Kirari?”

“Ah. I’m actually not quite sure. I suddenly got this gamble invitation from her this morning and I know I definitely didn’t do anything recently to grab her attention.” You pick up the invitation to hand it off to Rin, slightly tensing as your fingers accidentally brush his.

Not now (y/n). You told yourself you wouldn’t.

One important thing that you have been trying to deal with recently, other than the chaos of this election of course, is your growing crush on Rin Obami. You tried to stomp it out when it first bloomed up, after all you were falling in love with one of the heirs of the famous Hundred Devouring Families, but that ended up failing... horribly.

After you tried to avoid Rin, and even Ibara eventually, the boys switched to being only hanging out with you in class to basically being by your side every single chance they got. Especially Rin, who even forced you to accompany him when he went to chat or discuss business with the other branch family members at the school.

Which is actually how you eventually became close to Terano and the others.

“How did the match go however?” Rin asks, handing the card back to you with a serious look.

“I didn’t get that far into the match before Terano and Ibara came in. We only got to two rounds, which I lost both to Kirari. However, she thankfully let me bet my sweets so I lost no money.”

“Well that’s good…” Rin says, his eyes quickly flickering to somewhere else in the room before going back to you, “Anything else happen?”

You let out a light laugh before looking up to the male with challenging eyes, “I don’t think I need to say something you already got from Ibara, Obami.”

Rin lets out a sigh and pouts a little, “Why do you always see right through me, (y/n)? And, calling me by my last name, Really?”

“Well, you and Ibara need to stop pressing into me about information that doesn’t exist. I already told everything that happened.”

After you finish speaking, Rin and you stare at each other for a couple of minutes. His blackish-purple eyes scanning for any detections of a lie almost makes you flustered. Though, thankfully before heat starts to travel up your neck, your teacher enters the room and shouts about class starting.

“Yes, Sensei!” The class resounds in unison.

As you lean down to grab out your notes for class, you feel Rin suddenly grab your hand. With Rin leaning over as well to grab his own notes, both of your heads were hidden under the desk. Helplessly, due to a firm grip on your hand, you can’t attempt to move away.

“(Y/n). If Kirari, or actually any the student council, approaches you about that offer again. Promise me that you will instantly come grab me or any of the others.”

Under Rin’s intense look, you can’t help but gulp. Why was he so nervous about you?

“I-I will try…“ You say quickly, averting your eyes from Rin as you use your other hand to pull out your notes. Even as you come back up to a sitting position, Rin still doesn’t let go of your hand.

“(Y/n). I want you to promise me you will definitely come grab us. I don’t want—“

“Obami. (L/n).” The teacher calls out, making you two snap your head to him. As well as making you realize everyone else in the class had been watching what was going on between you two. “I don’t think I have to say this but keep your relationship and hand holding out of my class.”

Hearing snickers and giggles from your fellow classmates, you quickly retract your hand from Rin’s and mumble out an apology.

“Ok. Then, with that squared away, let’s get started with class. We will begin where we left off last time with the sudden…”

As the teacher drones on and on about some history lesson from yesterday, you can’t help but sneak a glance at Rin. To everyone else in the class, he likely looked calmed and focused but you knew he wasn’t. Hell, from where you were next to him, you could practically feel the stress radiating off of him.

You knew the Hundred Devouring Families wasn't a nice family to be in but was Kirari really that dangerous? You knew she was really dangerous to someone average like you but to someone like Rin? Even if he was a branch family, he had a lot of power and money. Likely at least close, if not on par with Kirari.

Still, no matter what you thought, Rin was still stressed out that you were on Kirari’s radar.

Glancing away from Rin, you see the teacher was currently occupied with writing something on the board and the rest of the students weren’t paying any attention to you two whatsoever. However, even with them being distracted, if you tried to talk to Rin and got even the slightest bit too loud you could gain someone’s attention. So, how would you get his attention without interrupting class…

Thinking for a couple of minutes, an idea suddenly comes to your mind.

Shakily, you slip a hand down to your side and move it around a little. You can’t help but feel your stomach flutter when your hand accidently nudges against Rin’s. Which only grows worse as you can almost physically feel Rin’s attention shift from the board towards you.

Letting out a shaky breath, which you hoped Rin didn’t notice, you lightly enrap your hand around his.

“I’ll try to come grab one of you guys. I-It’s just I’m not exactly in a position to refuse someone as powerful as Kirari ....” You whisper out, your eyes still trained on the board as you can’t bring up the courage to look over at him.

You sit there tensely for what felt like forever, waiting for some sort of response. Perhaps your voice was too soft and he didn’t hear you?

However, just as you go to repeat yourself, you nearly end up choking on your own spit. The sudden feeling of Rin entwining his fingers with yours and placing your enwrapped hands in his jacket pocket so no one would notice, sent your heart into a frenzy and you were having a very hard time not melting on the spot right then and there.

Just as you think it couldn’t get any possibly worse for you it does. Your heart nearly explodes out of your chest as Rin casually leans closer to you so he can whisper in your ear. You could even, from how close he was, smell a hint of the expensive cologne he put on every day.

“Okay. I’ll stick by your side from now on then.” Rin whispers quickly, his breath ever so slightly tickling the shell of your ear, before sitting back into a normal position.

You are about to respond how that wasn’t needed in the slightest but before you can the teacher turns back around.

“Okay. So, to review…” The teacher looks around the class before finally stopping at you, “...(L/n).”

“Y-yes,” You squeak out, quickly trying to remove your hand from Rin’s before the teacher notices. However, as you attempt to do so, Rin only tightens his grip. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough so you couldn’t possibly slip your hand out of his without creating a scene.

You give Rin a quick glare, which he of course responds with a smile, before turning your attention back to the teacher as he continues.

“What does Edo mean?” The teacher asks, leaning slightly back against the board.

“Well Sir, Edo could refer to two possible things. The first being the time period named after it, the Edo Period. This was when Japan was under the rule of the Tokugawa Shogunate. However, Edo could also mean—“

You suddenly choke up as you feel Rin adjust his grip so he can rub his thumb over the back of your hand. Even though it was such a small, almost trivial, gesture, it caused your brain to go blank. Almost as if it had fried itself.

“U-uh…” You jumble up your words for a couple of seconds before finally composing yourself, “E-Edo could also refer to the previous Japanese Capital, that was called ‘Edo’ before it got changed to ‘Tokyo’ in 1-1868…”

“Excellent! So, Can anybody tell me the name of that Shogunate from the Edo Period?“

As the Teacher turns around to write the answers down on the board, you turn your attention back to Rin, who looked quite proud of himself.

“What’s wrong (y/n)? Flustered much?” Rin whispered out, Jokingly yet also quite mischievously. You swore,

If ‘sadist’ had a picture in the Urban dictionary, it would be a picture of Rin Obami. Especially due to the fact, he took great joy from just messing with you, or sometimes other people.

“It’s your fault, dingbat. Are you trying to get us caught?”

“I doubt we would. I mean look at Ibara, even he hasn’t caught on yet.”

At Rin’s words you swing your head around to take a glance at Ibara. The pink haired brother looked bored out of his mind and only lightened up a little when he noticed your gaze on him. He gives you a small unaware wave in your direction which you return quickly before turning back around.

“Fine, I’ll admit you're correct by that.” You tell him, begrudgingly which he lightly laughs at.

“See~ don’t worry about it.” Rin mutters back and gives you a small wink before turning his attention back to the lesson. Which, after huffing for a second, you soon do as well.

You just wished he would quit messing around with stuff like this…

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

“Oh? What’s going on with you and—“

“Don’t ask.” You mutter out, cutting off whatever Yumeko was going to say as you take a seat next to her for dinner. Still slightly flustered at the fact, Rin insisted he held your hand the entire walk to dinner even though that bastard wasn’t actually having dinner in the dining hall in the first place.

Terano had told him that she wanted a meeting with branch family members only. But, due to his promise in history class, he insisted on at least walking you to dinner if he couldn’t join you. Which you can’t believe he actually did as it was incredibly embarrassing to see your classmates whispering and making kissy faces at you two.

“But, come on (y/n)~ You have to at least tell us what’s going on with you and Rin. We are friends aren’t we?” Yumeko whines, really wanting to know what’s happening.

“Or, at the very least, tell us about what happened between you and the President.” Mary suddenly says as she takes her seat on the other side of you.

“Oh yeah, I heard many people whispering about it in the classroom! I thought it was only a rumor? Well I hoped it was for your sake…” Ryota murmurs out, recalling what he heard before he left for dinner with Yumeko.

Speaking of Yumeko, Ryota noticed her suddenly getting very excited at the thought of the President. Quickly, she grabs your hands, her red crazed staring down at you.

“Oh, (y/n)! Please tell me it was true! I want to hear everything, everything, that happened at that gamble!”

“Well… Um… it wasn’t actually that exciting. I only—“ Just as you go to tell Yumeko what happened, your phone suddenly goes off. “Oh sorry guys, it’s my mom. I’ll be back.”

Quickly excusing yourself from the cafeteria, you answer your phone out in the empty hallway.

“Hello? Mom?“

“O-oh (y/n)! I-I-I’m so sorry!” You can’t help but be shocked as you hear the hiccuping of your mother from the other end.

“Mom? Are you alright? W-what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You worriedly asked. You’ve never, ever, seen your mother get so upset before.

“I-I just found out your father has been cheating on me for years. He actually has a whole-e-e secret family behind our back.” Your mother pauses her sentence as she tries to compose herself from another sob racking through her body.

“O-oh Mom,” You feel terrible yourself. That was your father, of course, and you couldn’t believe he would do something like that to you and your family. “I-If you want, you can call the school and I can get the quickest train home. I might miss class tomorrow but I can at least help you through this!”

“T-Thank you, Honey… but I’m afraid that you can’t.” You are stunned for a second. What did she mean you couldn’t, you could easily make up any missing classwork and homework you would miss.

“Mom what—“ A wretched sob from your mother on the other end of the phone cuts you off.

“B-before your father left, he took out every last cent of our savings-s. We have nothing left and I have to still wait for my paycheck next week!”

Your ears begin to ring as you attempt to process the tumble of words out of your mother’s mouth. You couldn’t quite believe it. You actually didn’t want to believe it and hoped this was some nightmare that you would wake up out of. Everything? All that money your family worked for… was really gone?

“(Y-y/n) sweetie?” Your mother suddenly calls, breaking you out of your daze.

“Y-yes mom?”

“I know this is a lot to ask, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—“

“Mom I’ll do it! Don’t worry about me!” You quickly reassure, ready to help take off any burden on your mother.

“O-okay. If possible, could you ask one of your friends if we can take out a loan of their money? We just need some to pay for rent and bills for a while and I will instantly try to pay them back.” As your mother finishes explaining the rest, you can’t help but be silent for a couple of minutes. Your brain was racking with any possible other ideas before you finally gave up and answered.

“Y-yeah I’ll try to see what I can do.” As your mother hangs up, you can’t help but collapse to the floor.

A loan from a friend? That your family can pay back? That would be impossible. Your father made a ton more money than your mother and was essentially the main breadwinner of the family. It would take at least a year, maybe even two, for you and your mother to get back on your feet. You can’t afford to pay back that much debt and can’t afford to ask your closest friends to support you for that long. That would just be so wrong… but, you also didn’t know what else you could do.

“You know... I have something that could possibly help with that ‘wealth problem’ of yours.“

Kirari… you could ask Kirari! You didn’t want to but she had already offered you money or financial stability and it was way better than putting your friends in that position. Her offer might also be good enough that your mother and you could get out of the old nasty apartment you rent.

As you get to your feet and are about to try and make your way down the hall, you feel someone grab your arm.

“A-ah. E-Erimi, Sumika. H-hello, how are you?” You can’t help but gulp. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings while on that phone call, so they possibly could have heard all of it.

“(Y/n)-San, I apologize but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” You freeze at Sumika’s words, “I hope I’m wrong by this but please tell me you're not thinking of going to Kirari about this.”

Shit, Sumika always got it right on the dot when it came to you.

“I-I’m not. I’m just going to try to find Itsuki.” You murmur out, trying to lie even though it was futile. Curse Sumika’s acting and reading skills.

“(Y/n). Please don’t lie about things like this.” Sumika says in a worried tone. However, you can’t bring yourself to continue the conversation you were having with her. Already you were embarrassed enough that this was happening to you in the first place, but it only got worse that likely the “-Bami” family will have to help you again. It mostly made you feel bad since you can’t do anything to repay them for their kindness.

“Sumika, Please I need to do this. I’ll be fine.” You reassure the girl in front of you, lightly grabbing her hand that was wrapped around your wrist, trying to pry it off.

“(Y/n), No. …Erimi!”

Erimi, who was standing on the side worriedly about what was happening, instantly turned to Sumika.

“Erimi, please go grab Terano-san and Rin-san. Please… quickly!” You instantly freeze as you watch Erimi nod before quickly running off and disappearing down the hall. You can’t get Terano and Rin involved. Those two need to save every cent of their money to help buy leftover votes nearing the end of the election. You can’t possibly have them waste all their hard work on you, not after they have been working so hard for it.

… You just can’t afford to be the cause of crushing Rin’s dream like that. You know how much being head of the “-Bami” family meant to him.

“S-Sumika please, I beg of you. Don’t get Rin involved, you know he needs as much money as he can for this election! I will only stand in his way if he helps support me. Please, just le—“

“(Y-y/n),” You can’t help but gasp and freeze as you see a tear roll down Sumika’s cheek. “D-do you really see yourself as a burden to Rin? To us?”

You suck in a breath, ready to answer back but find yourself unable to. Your stomach felt like it was twisted into so many knots that you were about to puke.

Using her free hand, Sumika wipes away her tears and takes a deep calming breath before continuing, “(Y/n), Please don’t think so low of yourself. We all care for you and have never seen you as a burden. Especially Rin. He would feel so guilty if he didn’t help you out in a desperate situation like this. All of us would. I don’t have the right to say this but Rin—“

“Oh my god. Is that Kawaru Natari?”

“Ah! I think it is!”

Suddenly, Sumika’s grip on your hand disappears as you are pushed away by a group of her fans. Even though Sumika is trying to find and call out your name, none of the fans seem to know or care about what’s going on with her. All they care about is trying to get her autograph or at least shake her hand.

Stumbling to your feet, you take a glance at Sumika who was still encircled in her fans. The bubbling feeling of guilt lumps up in your throat as you think… No, you decided about what you should do.

“Sorry Sumika…” You murmur to yourself as you run down the hallway and to the stairs. You had no time to waste because Erimi has likely already notified the others of what is happening.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

“I-is this the room?” You ask Kirari, taking a look around as you enter a giant room you have never been in. It looked like any other formal dining hall with many white clothed tables decorating the room.

“Yes. After all, you said the others are searching for us and this will likely be the last place they will check,” Kirari says as she walks over and places a bunch of paper packets on the central table, “Let’s get started shall we?”

“Y-yes of course. But first, What is your offer?”

“It’s a thing I like to call a ‘Life Plan’.” Kirari explains, picking up one of the fancy packets to show you. As you flip through it, she continues, “As the name suggests, it’s a plan of your entire happy life. Usually, I give these to House Pets who have no hope of getting out of their debt, but I believe it has the ability to benefit you as well.”

“R-really?” You mutter out, slightly disgusted by the fact this packet says you will marry a 50 year old politician and have 5 children with him, “A-ah!”

You are startled as Kirari plucks the packet out of your hand and suddenly rips it apart, “Don’t worry that one wasn’t for you. Since you are close with my extended family, I have taken much care in picking the best bachelors… that are also around your age.”

“O-oh really? Thanks Kirari,” You tell Kirari relieved, flashing her a thankful smile. Well as thankful as you could. Your heart felt like it was slowly shattering at the thought you were essentially selling yourself off to someone you don’t even know.

Rin…

You quickly shake the thought of Rin out of your mind. You can’t think of him right now, you had to do this for your family. He was your friend, so he should understand. And eventually, though slowly and painfully, that silly crush you have on him will disappear.

However, the more you repeat that to yourself, it sounds like you were just desperately trying to convince yourself of that.

As you begin to walk with Kirari to the table, you speak again, “Are there any of these you specifically want me to start reading first?”

“Well…,” You watch as Kirari pulls out a deck of cards from her pocket, “I think it would be so boring to pick it out normally. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“W-well… I don’t exactly agree. I prefer—“

“(Y/n)!? (Y/n)!? Where are you?!”

“Ibara?” You whisper out, startled as you turn around to the door behind you. After a couple of minutes of more shouting, you see the knob of the door shake, “(y/n)? Are you in there?!”

“Uh—“

You freeze as you feel Kirari wrap her arms around your waist from behind.  “Come on, let’s hurry (y/n). They haven’t noticed us yet but we have no time to waste. They could possibly come interrupt us at any time…. and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

As you feel Kirari’s words sink in, you realize you had to get this done with, rather quickly as well. Meaning, it would take too much time to look through each individual packet, “No…I wouldn’t want that…”

“Good… Come, I’ll explain the game. It’s rather simple.”

You, almost in a trance like state, watch as Kirari shuffles the deck of cards and place them randomly over the table.

“You will slowly pick the cards one by one until a single one remains. Each card represents the matching life plan it is attached to.”

“It’s a fun game of fate!” Confused by the sudden new voice, you see Yumeko entering from the other side of the room from another door. As Yumeko makes her way in front of you, she instantly wraps her hands around yours before speaking again, “Oh (y/n), it will be so much fun! You have to play!!”

“W-what…? I mean, I already am. I have to after all.” You inform the girl, pulling your hands from hers to make your way to the table. You, at first, are shocked that she wanted you to continue but soon realize this was Yumeko Jabami. She was mentally insane and if she could, she would happily switch places with you instantly.

Hesitantly, after shaking your thoughts out of your head, you begin to pick up cards to get rid of. No real pattern in mind.

“(Y/n), be careful not to go too fast. You have to enjoy the process!” Yumeko exclaims, watching intently as you already give Kirari half of the deck that you have collected. “Unless, you are really just leaving it up to fate and luck…? Oh, that would be so fun! (Y/n), you really are a genius!”

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” You freeze as you hear someone else burst into the room. Nervously turning around, you spot Ibara and Miroslava at the doors. “She’s over here! Ibara quickly, go grab Rin!!”

As Ibara runs off, Miroslava makes her way to your side, “Kirari this gamble is over with! (Y/n) isn’t taking part in this anymore!”

“B-but Mir—“ “I’m pretty sure (y/n) can speak for herself, Miroslava.”

“You manipulative—“

“(Y/n),” As Miroslava bickers with Kirari, you hear Yumeko approach you from behind, “The President wanted me to tell you that if someone tried to interrupt the game, that you can instead just pick a single card from the rest.”

“O-oh Okay…”

As you reach out to grab a random card near you, you can’t help but feel yourself freeze. Why can’t you just grab it?

Almost in disgust you draw the hand back.

“Don’t worry (y/n). You just have to pick the card that calls to you!”

“The card that calls to me?” As you walked around the table, you didn’t understand what Yumeko meant. The card that called to you? But, they were all the same… none of the life plans were exactly what you wanted either.

After circling the table again, finally one of them catches your attention. There wasn’t anything special about it. There were no scratches, chips, or folds that would draw it to you. But, for some reason, you felt like you needed to pick that one.

Shakily, you pick up the card and hold it close to you. You know you should go give this to Kirari to get this over with but you felt rooted in place. Was this the one you chose? Actually,...

Were you making the right choice to begin with?

“Did you choose one (y/n)?” Yumeko asks from somewhere behind you.

“I-I don’t know… T-this…” You feel yourself suddenly getting choked up as you looked down to the card. You didn’t want to be a wife of some random attractive man with a peaceful happy life…

….You suddenly realized you wanted to be Rin’s.

The egotistical smiley boy that you had an enormous crush on. The one that takes every opportunity to find a way to make you flustered or choked up. The boy you now realize isn’t just a helpless crush but instead someone you have fallen head over heels in love with. The boy you likely—

“(Y/n)...” You are shocked as you are suddenly forcibly turned around.

It took you a second to realize it was in fact him with his normally neat hair pushed out of place and his uniform crooked and crinkled but you soon realize, Rin was right in front of you.

“Rin… I—,“ You stop speaking as you feel him shakily wipe a tear off your face. He looked at you with concerned eyes before glaring at the card in your hand. “H-hey. I—“

You can’t do anything but watch as he angrily grabs the card out of your hand and rips it apart. Taking the card scraps, he throws them up in the air towards Kirari.

“I swear… if you EVER come near me or (y/n) again!”

“Rin, calm down.” Miroslava states as she places a hand on Rin’s chest to stop him from approaching Kirari. Who looked quite amused with his unusual reaction. “Just take (y/n) and—“

“Oh, you picked the 2 of hearts Life Plan (y/n)?” Kirari states, trying to rile up Rin more as she picks up the corner scrap of the card. “I don’t believe I remember who that is… perhaps it was the son of a big medical center? He’s only a year older than you and is quite rich and handsome.”

“What the fuck are you going on about?” Rin barks out, confused at what she was talking about. Only to get angrier as Kirari lets out a laugh.

“Here. Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” Kirari states as she chucks one of the packets at his feet. He hesitantly grabs it up from the ground and begins to flip through it as Miroslava and Ibara, who had finally walked up to the two, look over his shoulder.

“What the fuck…” Ibara whispers out in disbelief before reading out loud was written on the page to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, “(Y/n) (L/n) will marry the youngest son of a computer company. She will get pregnant right after her wedding at age 19 and will have her first of 3 sons born that following year…”

Kirari can’t help but laugh as she watches the three’s expressions turn even angrier as they flip further and further into the packet. However, instead of addressing them, Kirari turns her attention to you. Making you feel as if you freezed on the spot from her icy blue eyes, “Come here (y/n). Let’s see what life plan you picked out. I want to see if I’m correct—“

“Oh hell she isn’t—!“

Miroslava and Ibara quickly grab onto Rin as he attempts to stop Kirari from grabbing the 2 of hearts' life plan.

“Rin! You can’t attack her, she’s from the main family remember? We can’t lay a physical finger on her!” Ibara mutters out, trying to remind his brother of the rules set in place by the clan.

“I-I don’t care about that! Let me g—“

“RIN! Enough!” Everyone turns their attention to Terano who was currently being wheeled into the room by Yumi. Even she wasn’t attempting to keep a calm persona as you could clearly see a scowl on her face. “(Y/n) hasn’t accepted the life plan yet so she isn’t obligated to follow it. So, calm down.”

Rin freezes under her words but It’s quiet for a couple of seconds before he finally speaks; in a rather bitter tone as well, “Fine…but you better have a plan in mind, Terano.”

“I do. Don’t worry about it.” Terano answers letting a small sigh out as she finally relaxes, “(y/n).”

You jolt a little as Terano suddenly calls you. However, you can’t bring yourself to look at her in the eyes as she is wheeled closer to you, “(y/n)... look at me please.”

Hesitantly, almost like a child who was scolded, you look at her, “We aren’t mad at you. We just don’t get why you would go through this extreme way of getting money when we could easily let you borrow some. I doubt helping support your mother a little would cost that—”

“T-that’s the thing! It’s not going to be a little, Terano.” You blurt out before quickly shutting up once you realize you cut her off. Terano, however, doesn’t look offended in the least.

“What do you mean (y/n)? Please, continue.”

“W-well, my father not only made most of the money in our family but also protected us since we live in a not so great area. Not only would it take my mother about a year or two to get back on her feet in terms of financial situation but someone could easily just come by and steal the money you give to my family.” You explain to the others in the room who seemed to finally realize what you were getting at.

“But, that wouldn’t cost us that much would it?” Ibara asks, trying to still figure out why it was still a problem.

“Well kind of, the basics (y/n)’s family would need is to buy food, pay bills and rent, and other necessities, which we could pay for. The problem comes with things like having security and perhaps unknown debts made by her father. Those would definitely end up stacking up over time.” Miroslava explains to Ibara, who nods at her in understanding, before she continues, “Which makes sense why she would come to Kirari. Not only did Kirari already offer (y/n) a chance of more money, she offered enough that she guaranteed (y/n)’s family to move up in terms of wealth. So, (y/n) not only could skip asking us to support her but she could possibly move to a new apartment or house in a safer area and skip having to pay the necessities of security.”

“Oh I see…” Ibara says before jolting up as he sees Rin suddenly move forward towards you. He quickly grabs his brother before he can move too far away, “Rin! Let’s have Terano handle this.”

Rin turns around to give Ibara a nasty glare, “Ibara, I’m not going to sit around here and do nothing! The Obami family easily has enough money to move (y/n)’s family out of that bad apartment as well as support them.”

“That’s where you are not thinking Rin.” Miroslava states as she steps in to intervene with the brothers’ conversation. “It might be enough to pay for now but think about what will happen towards the end of the election. All of us, especially you, will need a lot of money to pay for those leftover votes people are holding onto.”

“Yeah but it’s fine. I can—“

“Rin. Miroslava’s right. If we pay too much money and some of the other branch families find out the Obami family is low on money, it could cost us. Likely, we could get devoured.”

“But—“ “Oh my, Fate can’t be funny at times…”

The three stop bickering as they hear Kirari speak suddenly and quickly notice she was flipping through the life plan you had picked up. As Kirari walks over to give it to you, Rin has to grit his teeth to stop himself from attacking her.

“Kirari—“ “You were the one to interrupt our gamble, Terano and for the second time today that is. You know…That could possibly get you in a lot of trouble.” Kirari threatens Terano, giving her a look that told Terano she was done playing silly games.

“Ah please don’t! It was my fault, Kirari.” You voiced up, not wanting the possibility of Terano getting booted out of the election. Thankfully, Kirari seems to listen and turns her attention back to you.

“Okay then, if you truly are sorry (y/n). Then, please accept your life plan.” Kirari tells you, using your own words against you. As she passes the life plan into your shaking hands, Rin can’t hold it in any longer and walks over to you two.

“Kirari! Stop this, now.” Rin says, putting a hand on Kirari’s shoulder. Only for her to swat it off like it was some pest.

“Stop what? I know I haven’t done anything wrong. (Y/n) came up to me about this offer, you all are just interfering.”

“That’s only because you put that thought in her head in the first place! In the whole time I have been here, (y/n) looks like she just wants to bolt out of here but is only kept here by the false reassurance you give her! I—“

“I’m not giving her false reassurance. I’m telling her the truth and what she needs to hear.” Kirari interrupts, a smile on her lips as she grabs the Life Plan from your hands, “Her reasoning behind this thing is so simple and straight to the point, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What are you talking about? I get that she doesn’t want to cause me—“

“Ah, ah, ah.” Kirari says, tutting her finger back and forth in front of Rin, “I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about her inner feelings. The ones that mostly drove her to her current decision.”

You feel your stomach drop at what Kirari was talking about. She doesn’t know about— S-she couldn’t possibly know about your feelings for Rin. And even in the off chance she did, she wouldn’t reveal it to everyone right now,... would she?

“Her inner feelings?” Rin mutters out, confused as his eyes flash to your figure.

“Do I really have to spell this out for you? (Y/n), is in love with you. To her, you were more important than herself. So she simply couldn’t afford to hold you down, possibly costing you this election.”

You feel your stomach drop as it becomes dead silent. You can’t bring yourself to look up from your feet at Rin. You just couldn’t risk the chance of looking at his face and see the possible reaction of disgust or disappointment. As the silence goes on, embarrassment begins to come in waves throughout your whole body. Enough to almost bring you to tears.

You can’t help but choke on your labored breath as you see Rin’s shoes enter your view, “(Y/n)... look up at me…”

You instantly shake your head from side to side. You just couldn’t, couldn’t.

“(Y/n)... Please…” Rin asks again, his cold hands reaching up to grab your warm flushed face. Quickly, you grab his hands to stop him from pulling your head up.

“S-stop Rin. Please… it’s o-okay that you don’t have feelings for me. Don’t feel p-pity on me.” You choke out, starting to struggle on trying not to cry. It’s quiet for a couple of seconds as Rin still struggles to force your head up. Eventually, he seems to give up as he pulls his hands away from your face with a small sigh, “K-Kirari. I will accep—“

However it seems you are proven wrong as before you can finish your sentence to Kirari, Rin picks you up. With both arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, you are forced to hold onto his shoulders for support so you don’t fall forward.

“There you are…” Rin mutters out as he looks up at you, finally able to see your face. He gives you a small smile before jokingly saying, “How many times have I told you to stop jumping to conclusions before you even hear the answer, (y/n)?”

You bite your lip and turn your gaze away from him, “You do the same thing…”

“True but that’s not what we should be talking about right?”

It goes dead quiet as you choose to not answer him.

“…Can you at least look at me…, please?” Rin gently speaks out, basically begging at this point for at least something that confirmed you were listening to him.

“Okay… What should we be talking about then?” You mumble out, hesitantly turning your gaze back down to Rin. Which from what you can see makes him a bit more happier.

“Well first, I should tell you that I… I Love you as well.” Rin confesses. However, instead of making your heart flutter like it should, it makes it ache instead. Balling your hands into fist on Rin’s suit jacket, you can’t help but close your eyes to try to calm yourself down.

“Please Rin…” You say to him, your voice broken and begging him to knock it off, “Please don’t lie about something like this…”

“I’m not lying (y/n). I would never, ever, lie about something like this.” Rin rebuts instantly. Making you open your eyes in shock as he suddenly places you down on one of the tables. You would have ended up falling backwards if it wasn’t for him grabbing onto your shoulders, “(y/n), I’ll admit right now, In front of everyone and you, that I’m a greedy son of a bitch. S-so, If you go and take that life plan, I will make it my life mission to scam that guy’s family out of so much money that it forces him to let you go. Just because, you drive me insane to the point I want to keep you all to myself.”

“H-hey you shouldn’t do that Rin. I—“

“It’s illegal? I could get in trouble? (Y/n)... my whole family business is illegal. We devote our lives to scamming people out of their money and precious items. And, If someone from the Obami family wants something, we will most definitely find a way to get it.” You can’t help but keep silent as you allow Rin’s words to soak in. He wouldn’t actually go through with that right?

“(Y/n), Think of it this way,” Yumeko suddenly speaks up. Your eyes trained to her as she make her way next to Kirari before speaking again, “You can either not take the life plan and run the risk of Rin not being allowed to pay for those leftover votes students will be holding on to at the end…”

You watch in bewilderment as Kirari passes the Life plan to Yumeko.

“...Or, you can accept the life plan you have chosen and we open it up here in front of everyone. Allowing Rin to see who it is and having him make it his life goal to destroy your arranged husband’s life and steal you back from him! …(Y/n)!”

You jolt up in surprise as Yumeko and Kirari look at you with crazed looks in their eyes.

“(Y/n)! It’s essentially a gamble! Will you choose to run the risk of Rin failing his dreams or have your arranged husband being devoured by the Obami family?! The decision of two people’s lives are in your hands!”

You look at the two in bewilderment before struggling to spit out, “You can’t be serious! Rin wouldn’t actually…”

As you turn back to look at Rin, your voice dies in your throat. He had the same crazed look as the other two as he stared down at you. Noticing you are already shaken up, he decides to push it further by leaning down to place a kiss on the corner of your lip.

“(Y/n)...,” Rin whispers out as he pulls away, his kiss making a tingling feeling resound through the surface of your lips as you stare frozen into his eyes, “I hope that with whatever decision you make, you are ready to be stuck with me because…”

Rin tilts his head to the side slightly so he can lean in again.

“...I’m never letting you go…”  

As Rin captures his lips with yours, he had only intended to give you a small kiss to signify his promise but found himself wanting, craving, more. Pulling one of his hands up, he entangles it in your hair so that he can lean in further to deepen the kiss.

After a couple of more seconds of kissing you, Rin finally pulls away. He can’t help but gulp at the dazed out expression you give him. He wanted nothing more than to swoop in to give you another kiss but knew he couldn’t. He needed to calm down from the crazed adrenaline rush running through his veins and wait for you to not be as frightened by all this madness.

“So, (Y/n)...” Terano’s voice suddenly rings out. As you look at her, it seemed her and Yumi were the only ones not with a crazed expression on. “What’s your choice?”

“I-I…” You look at the Life plan and gulp. To you the decision was obvious but you still couldn’t get rid of the feeling of your stomach twisting and turning, “I choose… to take the life plan…”

Your stomach can’t help but drop more in guilt. Not only for the fact of allowing yourself to some other man but also allowing whoever was in that plan, life to be ruined…Devoured,... by the Momobami clan.

“You sure?” Kirari asks, wanting you to repeat yourself with more confidence on the gamble you were taking.

“Yes, I don’t want Rin to lose his spot in the election. So, I’m going to choose the life plan.”

“Okay…Yumeko.”

Yumeko turns her attention to the President, a small innocent look on her face.

“Would you do the honor?”

“Of course!” Yumeko shouts out, her expression going back to pure crazed delight. “Ready (y/n)?”

Your voice suddenly feels lost as you watch Yumeko adjust her grip on the life plan, leaving you with no other option than to nod your head as a sign of confirmation. As you watched what felt like Yumeko opening the first page of the life plan in slow motion, your heart was practically thumping out of your chest. Who could it possibly be?

You take your eyes away from the life plan for a moment to look at Rin. You just hoped whoever it was it wasn’t someone at the school. Rin and the other -Bami’s would make their life here a living hell.

Suddenly, Rin’s calm face turned to one of surprise and then, weirdly, he laughed.

“Huh?” You can’t help but let out, unable to understand why he did that until you turned back to Yumeko, “W-wait.. what-t?”

“Holy shit!” Ibara yells out, unable to help himself as he comes up to ruffle your hair, “Look like your my sister in law now, huh?”

“B-b-but… how?” You say in disbelief as you continue to stare at the life plan. Starting to finally coming to terms that you weren’t going insane and that Rin’s school profile picture was in fact staring back at you.

“That is a good question…” Ibara mumbles out, both him and Rin looking at Kirari confused, “How did you get our old man to accept this, Kirari? I can understand if it was me but Rin’s the family heir. He normally wouldn’t allow this kind of stuff.”

Kirari lets out a light laugh, “True, Mr. Obami really didn’t want to accept my proposal when I called him. He almost hung up on me when I told him how (y/n) had nothing to her family name…But...”

Kirari pauses for a second, almost as if she was trying not to laugh, “But, once I explain how (y/n)’s family had a generally healthy medical background and how (y/n) would be able to produce many healthy children in the future. He reconsidered as long as she and her family lived at the Obami family estate so he can keep an eye on (y/n) and teach her a couple things.”

You let out a small groan as you hide your face in Rin’s neck. Purely embarrassed about the fact that's the reason your future in-laws were going to allow you to marry their son. Talk about a first impression…

“Sounds like your father…” Terano sighs out as she looks at Rin and Ibara who are both trying not to laugh.

“Well, on the bright side (y/n), you really lucked out! You got everything you wanted!” Yumeko tells you as she happily passes the life plan off to Rin.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused, sending a quick glare Ibara’s way as he snickers at something written down in the life plan.

“Well, obviously you got to be with Rin and avoided causing someone else’s life to be destroyed by him.” Yumeko explains, holding up one hand to signify the obvious before holding up her other hand to explain the other thing she was getting at, “But, you also gained the thing you were fighting for. With your family forced into moving in the Obami estate, Rin doesn’t have to pay for any of your life expenses that you were so worried about.”

“Oh yeah…” You mutter out as you take a glance up at Rin who was still reading the life plan. You really did end up lucking out. There’s really no downfall in this exact scenario.

“Hey Kirari…” Ibara suddenly speaks up. Based on his expression, it looked like he was thinking something hilarious. Which isn’t always the best when it comes to Ibara, “I think you got something wrong here.”

“Oh?”

Ibara's expression gets even worse as he tries to hold back his laughter before continuing, “Yeah. I doubt (y/n) and Rin are going to have their first kid at 20 when dad is going to likely room them together!”

At Ibara’s inappropriate comment, you can’t help but smack him.

“Ibara!”

“Booooo! That was bad”

“Ibara, That was way too inappropriate!”

“Hey! Come on guys… that was actually— Hey wait don’t leave!”

…You were wrong, there was always a downside to something. One of them being the fact you had to live the rest of your life listening to the Obami brother’s teasing.

[azurlily]

can you PLEASE do a yumeko x Reader fanfic. I beg

STOP UR BEGGING IM HERE NOW!!!

Embarrassingly enough, I don't want to talk about why this took so long to get out here and make. I just didn't make it. I was honestly just putting this off for a while, sorry. Here y'all go, you hungry rats. There is a lil bit of sex stuff in here. Just a lil bit.

Yumeko x Fem!reader

Gambling For Your Heart

"Aw, come on this isn't fair, just one more round! Please, pretty please? Just once more, that's all and I promise I'll leave you alone!"

Across a semi-large gambling table stands a girl groaning at the one in front of her. Yumeko Jabami, one of the most infamous gamblers at the school is currently begging her fellow student to gamble with her.. again. For the fifth time today, and the seventeenth in the week...

Why? Why would she go through such great length to gamble with some girl? Is the student more important, richer than her, interesting to be around, a pro gambler maybe? No, the girl is none of these things, simply she is in one word:(and a word that Yumeko often uses to describe her) pretty.

While the girl herself might not think as much, Yumeko believes differently. Sure, there are plenty of 'pretty' people that have caught Yumekos eye. Many being girls, but this- this is different.

Yumeko can and will say it's simply her beauty, simply the smile she has when gambling, the look of eager concentration. Yumeko could lie all day and say those are her reasons for loving liking the girl. In reality it's something much less...shallow.

The two met about three months prior, there was a small gambling tournament among Yumekos friends for a.. small amount of money. This girl just so happen to be participating in said tournament. To Yumeko's dismay the girl was eliminated early, and Yumeko didn't get to gamble with her, she still took quite an interest in the girl.

A few days after the tournament, Yumeko challenged the girl. She simply wanted to see why she was eliminated so early. Interestingly enough, Yumeko couldn't find a reason as to why the girl was eliminated early. She was an amazing gambler and beat Yumeko on her first try! So why oh why did she lose against her previous opponent?

Yumeko wanted to know, she hadn't found something this exciting in so long! It had taken about two weeks for the girl to willingly gamble with her again. In Yumekos eyes: it was all worth it! Seeing the girl again, getting to talk to her during a heated gamble. It was perfect, something that Yumeko hadn't felt in a while.

It took a weeks of gambling back and forth between the two, weeks before Yukemo realized why she was so intrigued by the girl. This was a simple interest, this was more. Love? Maybe, but it was too early to call it that. Instead Yumeko stuff with a word she knew all to well: obsession. Yes, Yumeko Jabami was obsessed with her fellow classmate. Obsessed with her smile, her laugh, her pout, her face when she was tired, the look of bliss when she fell asleep.

There were only two ways to sate this need, the burning need inside her heart. One way was to gamble with you, gamble until you were hers and she could take you out. Date you properly. The second way was to "talk to you privately" and then fuck kiss you senseless. Or until you were will to let her date you, anything was an option with you. Yumeko knows shes beautiful, she knows she has a good body that attracts girls and guys. She can also see your attraction, and would use that to her advantage any day.

The girl sighs and asks Yumeko, the same question she always does. "Why are you so damn infatuated with me?"

And Yumeko will answer in the same adorably innocent way: "You're simply just too pretty to not be around!"

When in reality Yumeko wishes to answer with, "You make me smile in a way very few have before. It's a feat almost no one has accomplished, so please date me! Then I can make you smile the same way."

It's cheesey, and embarrassing, and not something she'd ever thought in her entire life. Yumeko is naturally a straightforward person, yes, she has ulterior motives sometimes. Although that doesn't change how she feels in any way.

Yumeko smiles and asks once more, "Can we please gamble again? If I win, I get to take you on a date!"

And once again the girl groans, knowing one day Yuemko will win. One day she'll accept her date, one day her own feelings can spill. One day the two can be together, one day they'll finally get over their fear of loving the other.

[cherxyx]

Christmas together

Summary: Just a Christmas Eve night with your family while last minute cooking and decorating.

Warnings: Allowing you to pick so it says partner instead, KIDS, TWIN DAUGHTERS, reader is female with female anatomy, Slight spice at the end, the word pussy.

BTW: Not proof read and I’m trying to get all my Christmas fics out

It’s a chilly December 24th, you and Geto were gathered in your guys warm living room, adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of vanilla. Emma and Verity, your two kids, were putting out the decorations for the Christmas tree.

You and your partner agreed to let them decide the decorations for the tree. Pink, white, blue, and orange were the colors. The tree might not come out color coordinated, but it would be a special moment for your kids. And you get a break from always decorating the tree. “Wanna put the special ones on the tree, love?” your partner asked. “Yea, those ones are expensive”.

Emma was putting up the pink and white decorations while Verity did the orange and blue. Your choice of a partner was hanging up some more decorations around the stairs while you sat down waiting for the oven to go off. Family was coming tomorrow and you decided to hold off until the last minute, again. “Mommy, Verity keeps moving my ornament to put her’s on”, You looked at Verity who was trying hard to not laugh at her sister. “Verity please move the ornament different spot or just put it right next to it”.

As you watched the tree transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, you couldn’t help to think about your first Christmas with your choice of a partner and the twins. Your partner was the one who was decorating the tree and cooking while you took care of the twins and your body. How bad the tree looked that night.

You laughed out loud thinking about the burnt food and how the tree looked crooked the next morning. “What’s so funny up there?” your choice of partner peeked through the stairway. “Nothing just thinking that year when you burnt the food and messed the tree up”. Your choice of a partner laughed throwing their head back at the thought. “I remember the last minute shopping for the food”.

In the kitchen, the oven went off. “Speaking of food, hopefully this turns out good”. You said getting off the couch heading towards the kitchen. The aroma of a freshly baked Mac n Cheese went through the air. “Smells good” you heard Emma say. “Thank you sweetie, still needs to cook a little more though”.

Your partner of choice made their way upstairs towards you. Hugging you from behind while giving you some neck and back kisses. “Smells really good beautiful” they said giving you more neck kisses. You turned around in their arms to give them some kisses on the lips. “Thank you, Love. I’m trying to get back to my good cooking skills”. You said giving them another kiss.

“Ewwww, look Verity they’re kissing” Emma said standing in the doorway of the Kitchen. “When are they not kissing, Emma” said Verity. “How about this, how about you both go to bed so Santa can come tonight” said your partner while grabbing Emma. You went out the kitchen to grab Verity as well.

“Aw man, we have bedtime on Christmas. What kids get bedtime on Christmas” said Verity. “Kids that still need a full 8 hours of sleep” you said while tucking Verity into bed. “Kids that want to open their presents tomorrow” said your partner tucking Emma to bed. “He sees when your sleeping and knows when your awake” sung your partner again. Not in the best melody or beat.

The two of you said "goodnight" and then left their room. Your lover lifted you up as you were ready to head back to the kitchen and gently dragged their hands to your pussy, saying, "I got an early Christmas present for you." You said, "Ten minutes," as they hurried you to your guys bedroom.

My choice: GETO, Nanami, Ukai (yes just those three)

[rodrigoasr]

[sunflower1experiment]

KakeGuri reader (who’s like Mobaima) x Danganronpa

Slight//nsfw

Taka

When he first met you, well you and Byakuya got along very well. Celeste even took a small liking for you but you however dug at her with an occasional flirty remark. “I can’t help but tell the ugly truth queen of liars…I like moral compasses..” your eyes focus on Taka, “Right Taka?”

He was flustered at your remarks and strong passion towards gambling and fish tanks. “Mondo, get in the fish tank.” You and Mondo were friends, even if you both always acted mean. It’s like with you and Celeste, she loves hanging with you but you both always dig at each other during gambling sessions.

Until one day you went missing. A woman in a mask appeared, “(Y/N) Mobaima is dead…her corpse was not found..” Monokuma was even convinced that you died from one of his bombs or maybe incinerated yourself but Taka went to your fish tank and found a ruffled cuff in the water. “Guys! Look.”

The trial was quite hectic, the masked woman kept getting questioned so much she practically deflected all of the questions with a question or something unnerving to Taka. “Well if you all don’t know how she died then-“

“Actually.” The girl took her mask off and smirks. There you were, “I had to play a small gambling match with monokuma, he said there had to be a body from me if he kept the motives at bay. Sadly it meant a trial and finding out if I faked it or not.” You then lean in, “Sadly he failed.”

After the said trial. Taka immediately scolded you, “You could’ve died! Been executed! You-“ “I didn’t want to kill anyone, I really care for you all…he wants us to despair and- after Leon and Sayaka’s death well I’ve been quite filled with this despair.”

He just hugged you, ever since then that’s all it’s been. His arm around your waist or you’d carefully hold his hand.

That was the day you and him found out you both were touch starved: even though you always had Celeste and Chihiro lay on your chest all the time. Taka occasionally gave you the angry puppy eyes to which your response was: him laying on your chest, lap or You’d sit on his lap and hug him. “You and I shall be touch starved together.”

Byakuya

“You really think You’re special because you’re some heir….go on…explain to me why you’re special.” You smile demeaningly at Byakuya. “Come on come on~” you waved your hand whilst he glared, “Go on go on.” The male ignored you. “Ah…guess the cat got his tongue, the only thing that keeps him going is words.”

You both are part of an arrangement: your family wanted the Togami corp to bind and become one so of course you two knew one another during the game, you had no choice.

Respectfully he treated you like any rich person in an arrangement, with little to no respect. Neither did you: his pompous personality, your careless attitude and fascination towards gambling, his smart and Logic behavior…you actually had a small liking towards him.

“Ohh whahahaha? You won’t participate in this game or acknowledge the motive? Why so?” You chuckle, “Monokuma think of it like this: I value people who fascinate me…not some game that just gambles on lives. Quite boring for me.” Byakuya glared, “You’re implying on gambling with Monokuma!?” You chuckle, “Not at all my love.”

The word “my love” ticks him off, you know that: but you say it anyway and even in front of Toko, a few times she tries to berate you but your compliments end up overwhelming her. “Toko maybe once this game ends you can have Togami all to yourself…in exchange I get to read your books.” Byakuya intervened as soon as those words escapes your lips. “That won’t be necessary, you and I are to be wedded.”

Does he get jealous? Yes he gets jealous of you being a bi icon towards others: the way you hold Makoto and Hina then compliment Kyoko, it irritates his soul.

“How come you rarely hold me?” You quirk an eyebrow whilst reading a book, “….Would you like to be held?” He blushed. “Ugh never mind you just love to play dumb-Gh!” You carefully grab his shoulders then pin him down whilst keeping your eyes on Byakuya. “You and I are opposites, my family like you and so do I.”

First kiss? It was on the library floor. You kissed him dead on the lips then left the male alone to his thoughts, after that his respect towards you slightly went up…even though he tries to make you mad but it always fails because your anger is literally you being extra happy. “Byakuya, you angering me is like giving a pup belly rubs…refrain from it. It’s embarrassing.” Once again you kissed him on the cheek then walked away. “…..I love that monarch.” Everyone paused. “You literally just tried to get her angry?” “And?” “…..You guys are the most abusive couple ever.”

It’s not abuse, it’s a hate love relationship and he always hugs you in secret. Occasionally when you do feel down which is quite ironic because he’s usually the annoyed one you have to comfort. Him comforting you is something that annoys your soul, he’ll offer some tea and then he’ll tell you to stay strong until you just make a cruel remark and he’ll let you lay on his chest. “Shut up and don’t ever mention this to anyone.” He’ll grumble whilst you giggle mischievously.

Mikan

Tmw you both accidentally become the definition of fan service without being fan service: so whenever she falls you’d purposely fall with her or you’d catch her by the waist and rub her hair.

Sleeping together is a go, you hold her waist, or thighs and she’ll hug your upper body. As for the trials and motives, you got angry at Nagito once on account to the first trial and practically ignored him until Hajime or Mikan asked you to acknowledge his presence.

Mikan is gentle towards you and can easily read your expressions. Which is why you always call her your “Angelic Nurse.” She loves this nickname more than anything: “I’m glad you do.”

Sometimes whenever you both bathe together you occasionally wash her hair whilst she sang a lullaby happily. “I love your voice.” “Th-Thanks (Y-Y/N.”

Her kisses are the best, you’d give a slight puppy eyes then hum when her lips make contact with yours or your face. “Mikan~” you call with lip gloss. “Would you mind if I did your lips.” Oh dear…

The hatred some of the others have towards your gawking of Mikan is at a 40% mainly Hiyoko and Gundham…sometimes Kazuichi because he envies you whilst Teruteru just supports the both of you. He’s more respectful than those three- and he’s a pervert sometimes!!!

“My fish tank is like humanity. All everyone does is eat each other alive.” Mikan loved to hear your quotes and poems. “One shall glide along the water and they sink deep…enveloped in the darkness of death.” She claps, “Bravo. Bravo.”

Relationship goals: You and Mikan asked Teruteru to make you both some funnel cakes and a nice drink, you both shared the food and drank the milkshake together.

Teruteru

“COMINGGGG!” Watching him run and ask what you’d like was quite the delight. Now, why were you studying the male whilst he happily cooked? “I find him fascinating…”

You confronted him and offered a hand. “Be my personal chef. My family could use one, and I’ll be sure that your mother and your diner become famous…” Woo…did you not realize your beautiful choice.

When you went to the diner your gaze went soft at the sight of his mother. She chuckles: “You must be the Mobaima girl Teruteru mentioned.” Bowing politely you nod, “I hope I didn’t intrude. I just wish to ask of something…may I have Hanamura as my future husband?” Teruteru bewrly choked on air whilst his mother gasped. “Teruteru you’re going to marry (Y/N) Mobaima!?” You look at him then at an old picture of him and smile. “…Teru never told me he changed his hair.”

The way you gave him the look of adoration, his mom knew you were perfect. Her blessings were already given but how could anyone not like her precious Hanamura? (You should see him at school) you thought whilst his face was practically red.

Now onto the school: his pervert remarks when you both first met led to you speed walking after him a few times and then whenever he aimed it at the others you’d drag him away. Even after you both got together he didn’t lay off- well that’s a lie he respectfully laid off of everyone else and came for you. Of course he was respectfully of consent, he just always had a flirt to say. “Well darling since we both are together maybe it’s about time we get more…..comfortable with our physical affections~.” Silence. “So you want me to step on you?” He grins. “I’d thank you.” You start laughing. “Hanamura!!”

Kisses on the cheek, kisses on the lips: from him…. You literally licked his head once and then showed your affection by kissing his hand. Everyone was offering you a therapist causing Hanamura to get annoyed.

Okay but guess who’s a cuddler? He is, you struggle with this and it leads to him pressing his face in between your chests. “No worries my love, I’ll just keep us warm and comfortable.” Silence. “…..Does cuddling involve us burying our faces into one another’s arms.” “Nope just me.”

Ryoma Hoshi

At the school he found you being harassed, for money and your looks. But the reality of it was you ticked off a group of people and he witnessed you being pinned to the wall. Until you spoke, “You all are easy to manipulate….” Suddenly your eyes gleam. “What if I bought your eye and nails for three million yen?” This caused everyone to back away whilst you held their faces. “Maybe you could feed my fish tank~?”

Meeting you was strange, you practically treated him like an adult which shocked him. “When I was a child, I immediately got turned into an adult- mentally. With the acts of gambling…” he curiously tilts his head. “Same here kiddo.” You squat down to his level, “…We’re the same age dear.”

Now dating Ryoma. Your practically well known for your family name and your old school “Ara Ara?” You lean into Ryoma’s arms before hugging him. “My sweet handsome boyfriend shall be my gambling lover? Of course, I accept.”

You have a bad habit of claiming people, on account to you claiming him you also claimed his hat….his love of course.

Slight Nsfw but on some occasions he finds you asleep with only undergarments on and nothing else. The male would blush and cover you up but you’d hug him close to your chest, “Mine.” He’s t trying to stay calm but honestly: he’s dying.

Showers together, not at all. No, he did peek in on you by accident so in response you showered….him in kisses. Physical affection isn’t a strong suite for the male so you just wash his hair and then cuddle up to the male.

“Hey babe….” You hum, “….Do you mind if we gambled together?” In a heart racing instant you held his hand. “Of course my handsome Tennis pro.”

Kaede

Your eyes watched her, she blushed and averts her gaze until your hand smacked the table. “I find you fascinating.”

Ever since then it’s always you two, you did her hair. Of course she hung out with other people: but when it came to you she’d have fun playing piano for you.

She’s your little piano queen: a few times however people have tried picking on her to which you’d ridiculed and even mortified the bullies till they felt nothing but shame. Kokichi even admired your protective energy, then again you did practically take him in as your brother.

The day Kaede confessed was during a piano concert and she played a song specifically for you. “How sweet.” Kirumi tears up, “Indeed. I absolutely love that amazing girl.”

She has an ahoge on her head…you’ve combed that Joker down and it would go back up immediately. So you just did her hair nicely then chuckle when her little cowlick turned into a heart. “Thanks Muffin cake.”

Nicknames: “My queen, cupcake, piano, my pink Diamond.” Her nicknames for you: Gambler! Fish tank! Angel fish! Coral, or she’d call you her muffin cake.

[miksaslut]

how would y’all fee if i came back? i just started watching kakegurui twin <3 if i come back i’ll probably move accs tho!

[scandeniall]

the rulers

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

summary: To get to where you are is the result of inheritance. You’ve inherited the spot of Yokohama’s President two years ago. The ruling families control everything in the city. With Atsumu as your VP you both find everything your families ever worked for threatened. 

Warnings: Centralized power, very rich characters, bad/evil parents, mention of death, blood, fluff, semi nsfw (implied/mentions of sex, heavy makeouts), reforming capitalism (?), angst! (but no character death)

wc: 12.5k A/N: theres a lot going on here. this spiraled from kakeguri inspired into this???? anyways it took me 2 weeks and i wanted to quit and scrap this so many times but im proud of myself for pushing through for the longest piece ive ever written. 

The occasional scuff of expensive tennis shoes could be the only thing heard throughout the otherwise empty hallway. With each step the light reflected onto the sparking floor as the male smoothed out his outfit. He offered a dazzling smile toward his guide before waving the help away. Right before entering he took a moment to just listen. 

On the other side of that door rest money and power. Individuals with unlimited bank accounts and the ability to ruin anyone they wanted to with a snap of their fingers. Individuals who controlled everything about the city from politics to entertainment and safety. Never afraid to get into a little illegal activity, afterall who could punish them. However he couldn’t find himself to be disgusted at thought. In fact, a smirk graced his face as he twisted the handle. After all, these were his peers. He was one of them. “It’s the man of the hour. Atsumu” Atsumu offered his friend Kuroo a brotherly hug in greeting. He shared in greetings full of fake smiles with several others around the room ready to talk when a voice interrupted him. “You’re late. I called you here an hour ago.” Atsumu’s eyes gleamed in amusement as he made his way towards the desk and voice. “Got busy,” he only shrugged. “But I’m here now. Blessing you all with my presence.” Atsumu ignored the assortment of scoffs and snickers from around the around as the chair from behind the desk scraped in movement. “To what do I owe this pleasure (Y/N). Especially with everyone here.” Atsumu gives another look across the room. His ‘friends’ of varying entities and families across the Yokohama corporation scattered throughout the room. On one couch sat Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Kiyoko. Largely responsible for operations. Making sure the city and business are running effectively on a logistical level. There was also Bokuto, Ushijima and Sakusa. Responsible for operations on the ground. Visiting leads towards questionable activity, the men terrifyingly intimidating when they were all focused and in sync. Then there were those Largely responsible for controlling information within the city. Monitors what news is sent out, and what rumors are spread. In charge of investigating all unknown visitors. Suna, Akaashi and his very own brother, Osamu. The final couch, a smaller one, hosted those who controlled the general finances. Kuroo, Kenma and Kaori. 

“Suna if you don’t get your feet off my damn table-“ Atsumu watched as you knocked his friends feet down with a scowl before making your way into the center of the room. Then there were you two. You the President and head of the entire city. Like everyone else in the room, your position had been inherited through family titles and money. There was no secret that while the entire room reeked of dirty and clean money alike— the total worth of your combined families within the millions, you had the most. The oldest of your parents children, you were calculated, cunning and ruthless. You did what needed to be done to maintain order. 

Atsumu acted as the Vice President and second in command. He beat out Osamu through family politics to become the Miya head. He knew he was just as cunning and ruthless and had it not been for his more laid back and lack of punctuality and relative impulsiveness he had every quality that you did in order to rule. He’d follow you into the center out of instinct. “Thank you all for being here and for most of you being on time.” Atsumu only shrugged as you glared at him. He went to throw his arm around your shoulders missing when you took an exaggerated step forward. He only narrowed his eyes at his snickering brother in response. “I know you all are very busy but I wouldn't call you all here if it weren’t important.” Everyone watched as you took a remote from Kiyoko who nodded in a silent response. “There's a group that’s out to kill us. They want to off us and our families and then take over,” Atsumu raises his eyebrows in amusement. Of course people wanted them dead, that was nothing new. Your heads had practically had a bounty on them the second you were born. He watched the rest of your peers share either amused or bored looks. “Normally I'd get this handled without bringing you all in, but this group appears to have a bit more notoriety.” 

You clear your throat as you begin clicking through several pictures on the screen. That causes several of the individuals to sit up in their own seats. Atsumu felt his own amusement disappear as annoyance took over. “Ya can’t be fuckin’ serious” 

His eyes find their way towards your leather clad backside as you reach into your own pocket to pull something out. Atsumu has to force himself to get back on focus, especially as the next words fall from your mouth. “This bullet went straight through my sister’s room the other night.” You toss the bullet to the nearest person to you which happens to be Atsumu who catches the small metal easily. “She wasn’t home and I have no doubt that they knew it. However, my parents told me to handle it. Then I remembered the other week when Bokuto told me his windows were smashed and breaks were cut.” “Then when my surveillance footage went haywire,” you nod as Akaashi chimes in. “And Kiyoko said she had a feeling someone was watching her. So I went and did some searching and-“ “This bullet is from the terushima family,” Atsumu chimes in as everyone is now fully attentive.” You nod as several of your peers get up to surround the bullet. “I thought that family died off before we were even born.”

“Me too Kuroo. But it appears our good for nothing parents weren’t as through as they thought all those years ago.” Once you clear your throat the small group of Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Iwaizumi dissipates as they resolve back to their own seats. Everyone’s attention is back on the screen as you flip through several faces. “Terushima Yuuji. Head of this group. 25. Tendo Satori. Tsukkishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Semi Eita,” Atsumu watches you continue as you flip through slides of grainy security footage. “Just a few a part of this group. At least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. I know there are at least 5 others. All from rather notorious families.”

Atsumu watches as you continue whatever warning spiel as his own brain wonders. Threats on their lives were normally insignificant. In fact he knew you typically handled those on your own, sending off commands for jobs that could be done in a matter of minutes. You’d normally only tell him after the fact to where he’d whine about you keeping him in the dark. This time just happened to be different. 

The mentioned names were second to your families if there were to be such a thing. With their own abundance of resources those families always walked a fine line living under the control of your families. In fact there was once a time where your families raised an all out war against the Terushimas in which it was beloved that the latter family had all been killed. A dangerous family indeed, specialists in weapon making and specializing in bullets. The incredibly made bullets used the best metal and craftsmanship and always sported the family crest right on the bottom. No one had seen one of those bullets in well over 20 years. 

Now right when the lot of you had finally come into power after inheriting your parents positions, ruling Yokohama and it’s 3 million plus people, they were back. It wasn’t a coincidence. Aged between 23-24 you all had only been in charge just a little over two years. Long enough to be slightly comfortable but still new enough to still have holes. After all, what better time to strike than with a new generation. 

Shaking his head and bringing his mind to the present, Atsumu spoke up. Any hint of amusement gone. “We’ve got to end this shit as soon as possible.” Murmurs of agreement fill the room. “And by no means can we let the general public find out about any of this. All of you need to be on it at all times. Increase foot surveillance, blend in with the public and find out what you can. And rewire security cameras.” Atsumu looks at you as he finishes shooting off his orders. You nod before adding on. “Be armed. All of you. And take of yourselves and each other. Inform your families that we are on it and that the safety of what they’ve built is our top priority.”

As everyone nods you pause for a moment. “And keep your eyes open. Be wary of anyone not in this room.” You’re met with a few looks of confusion at the emphasis despite being met with agreement. “I’ll be in touch soon. You’re all free to go,” despite the wording everyone knew that it was time to leave. As the last of the group files out Atsumu turns towards the only other person over him. 

“What’d ya mean about everyone. You don’t think there’s a spy do ya?”

“I know there is,” is what Atsumu gets as you push past him to sit atop your own desktop. He watches as you dangle your legs for a moment before crossing over. “Who is it,” he places a hand on his hip. “Not any of them. However, for now it’s best to be wary of everyone. Even our parents. Somethings not right. You know them, there’s no way in hell they would’ve been sloppy enough to leave a Terushima behind.” 

“Well your parents are like the devil reincarnates,” Atsumu shrugs the usual teasing tone coming back into his voice. He pries your crossed knees open to settle into the space between your legs as his hands grip at your thighs. “And together they made a demon.” Arms interlock around his neck and he rests his forehead in the space between your neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh,” Atsumu chuckles as the words come out teasingly. He feels the way your nails massage at his scalp and he almost moans at how good the acrylics feel. He's always thankful for your habit of keeping your nails done. That is until it suddenly comes to a stop and you’re pushing him away slightly. “Wait, you were late, you asshole. We waited an hour for you,” he watches you scowl in annoyance, hands only settling to grip at your waist as you attempt to push him away. “Told ya I was busy. I needed a nap.”

“God I wish Osamu inherited your position,” you narrow your eyes at him dodging the way his lips came towards yours. “Ya don’t mean that,” he settles for mumbling in between kisses along your jaw. “Remember the first time I got you off on this desk,” Atsumu trailed his fingers up the front of your white button up and started playing with one of the top buttons. “It wasn’t even your office yet. We were 18 and our fathers brought us to sit in on a meeting. Left you here to clean up. Little did he know you made a mess all over.” 

“Then I let Suna do the same thing a few months later. Right on that couch,” Atsumu let out a groan as you forcefully turned his head to the spot right on the side of him. “Still don’t know what ya ever saw in that idiot.” This time Atsumu finds himself pouting at you as he undid the first three buttons. “He talks less. Not nearly as annoying.” Before anything could go further a knock sounded at the door. Atsumu calmly redid the buttons before removing himself from between your legs to lean against the desk next to you. “Come in.”

“Madam President. Mr. Vice President.” Both of your eyes softened at the older woman on the other side of the door. Atsumu watched as you carefully slid off the desk and made your way to the woman and he followed. “How many times do we have to tell you not to call us that,” you tease lightly. “How ya doing granny,” Atsumu leans open to offer the woman a hug after you step back. “It’s a formality darlings.”

The woman at the door had worked for your families for decades. She practically raised many of you as children, especially during the earlier years when your parents weren’t exactly normal parents. Therefore all of you had a soft spot for the older woman and called her granny. In fact you’d even offered her the opportunity to retire a million times to which she refused, claiming she wanted to keep looking over you all even now that you were all adults. Atsumu watched as you gently held the woman’s hand on your own as you checked in on her. He felt his own smile emerge as he witnessed the softness that he rarely saw. 

Atsumu found himself spacing off nodding along to anything the elderly lady said. That was until she finally revealed the reason that she was there. “(Y/N) your parents need to speak to you. They need you to come home now. It’s about your sister.” Atsumu watched as your face hardened as you both took in the news. Another bullet. This time aimed perfectly to where it would’ve gone right through your sister's skull had she been in the bed.” He watched as you nodded one last time gratefully returning the comforting smile of Granny before she left closing the door behind her. 

As you turned to face Atsumu he placed his hands on your arms eying you with concern. “You ok?” He knew that your sister was the single most important person to you and while she was strong, raised similarly to you he knew you felt he needed to protect her. After all she was only 15, too young to get involved in the same level of you, yet old enough to still be known as a face of your family. With that, it was no secret that she had recently gone back to boarding school overseas. A fact that Atsumu knew you were grateful for. After he got a nod and you recovered from the flash of weakness that disappeared in a matter of seconds he spoke back up. 

“Let’s go. We can take my car,” with that his hand found its way onto your lower back to guide you towards the door. Atsumu walked ahead of you as you locked your office, the sound of heels quickly catching up to him. 

“New car?” you hummed out as you slid into the open butterfly doors of a car you didn’t recognize. “She’s a beauty isn’t she,” Atsumu spoke smugly as the doors closed and the two of you took off speeding through the back roads. 

“Do ya think it’s that new group,” Atsumu spoke out not taking his eyes off the road. He already knew that you were on your phone typing away at both your notes and likely messages to relay to the rest of your peers. “Of course. They’re trying to send a message,” you replied casually. “One that’s received loud and clear. Targeting my sister who they know isn’t here to get my attention. A smart move.”

“She’ll be fine over there. Don’t ya worry too much.” Atsumu feels a soft squeeze as a sign of appreciation on his leg. He rests his hand on top of yours for a moment before placing it back on the wheel. “I know. Just a little surprised they didn’t come straight for me. All it really takes is for them to off me to really raise hell. Want a way to the top? Get rid of the leader.

“And ya know we’d raise it back ten times worse. I know I would,” Atsumu feels his hands tighten momentarily against the wheel. “But we all know you’d never let yourself get caught off guard.” 

“Of course not.”

——

Atsumu laughs as you groan resting your head on the dash of the car. “Not ready to see the devil parents?” He only laughs louder at the look of annoyance you shoot him. “Let’s just get this shit over with. We’ve got work to do.” Atsumu follows you up the long driveway quietly. Confident and with hands in his pockets he always enjoyed watching your interactions with your parents. Something about them being the only people able to break you down into the young adult with a normal attitude problem towards your parents instead of the boss of an entire city entertained him. 

Another part of him knew to proceed with caution. While you at least had your youthfulness and ability to take a joke and drink with him your parents were the complete opposite. The coldest people he’d ever met, he’d been privy to the shivers their looks sent down his spine over the years. While respectful, he knew they weren’t the kindest parents in the world and knew deep down they could even scare you. After all they taught you all that you knew and Atsumu knew you were more than capable. 

“(Y/N). Atsumu.” Your names fell from your father’s mouth in greeting as the two of you responded. Atsumu noticed the way his eyes looked him up and down coldly. Not surprising considering the stark difference from his much more professional father who he’d worked with for many years. Atsumu knew the only reason your father didn’t look at him in complete disgust is because he was the head of the Miya family now. However, that would certainly change if the man ever found out the things he’d done with his daughter. The two of you also returned the action towards your mother, only instead of a handshake he watched as your mother offered a too tight hug. He noticed you stiffened just slightly at whatever words your mother whispered into your ear. The second the two of you stepped into your father's office the disaster began. 

“What brings the Miya head with you,” is what your father offers as the two of you slide into the chairs in front of your father's desk. “I was with her when we got the news of your other daughter.” 

“So you got our message. What do you plan on doing about it,” your mother butts in not even sparing him another glance. “I just had a meeting with all the family heads. In fact that’s what I’d just wrapped up before you called. For now we have them keeping an open eye and-“

“You don’t have them acting immediately? Bullets are sent at the head family and the family head wants to lay low. Do you know how that makes us look” your father scolds and Atsumu watches as you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. 

“I’m working on it,” you speak out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. It catches the attention of him and your parents. “Listen. I’m in charge now and we’re doing this my way. You’re in retirement remember,” Atsumu notes the way your mother's eye twitches in annoyance as she bites back her own remark. “I said I just met with all the heads. I’m working on gathering more information before I act. And to be frank I don't really care what you think I should be doing instead.” Your father only scoffs before you raise your hand in continuation. 

“I care about protecting my sister out of love. It's not out of obligation unlike you two. Your sloppy work all those years ago is the cause of this. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Don’t give yourself a heart attack on my way out.” 

With that your chair scrapes harshly at the door as you and your heels click against the marbled floor. Atsumu finds himself biting back a smile as he offers your parents a polite goodbye before jogging to catch up with you. Before he can speak a swish flies mere inches from your face and as he looks up he sees a pocket knife stuck right in the middle of a dart board near the door. Atsumu watches in pride as you merely take the knife and turn to wave it mockingly at your parents. “Handle it (Y/N). Or we will.”

“Uh huh. Bye bye. Don’t wait up, I won't be home tonight.” you retract the blade before slipping it into your pocket as you walk out leaving the door wide open, Atsumu trailing closely behind you. 

“A trip to the (Y/L/N) household. Always a pleasure huh,” Atsumu speaks as the two of you make it outside. You scoff in amusement the two of you strolling down the long cobble stoned sidewalk.  “Tell me about it. Home sweet home.” Atsumu feels the way you dig into his pockets to reach for his key. “Ya wanna give her a spin?”

“Just opening the doors,” you respond, tossing them back at him. “You were taking too long.” He watches the way your hips sway as you walk away and slide into the car. He follows suit after you call after him. 

“Where to madam President. Back to the office or-“ his words are cut off as you harshly press your lips against his, one hand entangling itself in his hair. Atsumu eagerly finds himself reciprocating, his tongue pushing into your mouth moving around the space as his hand squeezes at your thigh. “Somewhere a little more fun,” he questions in between kisses. He smirks as you eagerly nod. With one last suck of your bottom lip he pulls away not removing his hand as he reversed out the driveway and you two make your way towards his place. 

—

“Ya know your parents are real assholes. It was kinda hot watching you stand-“ a sweaty hand finds its way over his mouth as you complain. “Can you not mention them while your dick is still inside of me.” Atsumu offers you a breathless laugh before pulling you down so that your lips meet his in a quick but lazy kiss. Once you pull away you allow him to roll over so that he is on top as he slowly pulls out, the two of you groaning at the feeling. 

The cleanup is quiet as he hands you a damp cloth and you eventually make your way into the bathroom a pair of his sweats and T-shirt in hand. While you do that he changes the sheets, knowing you’d bitch his ear off if he didn’t. Once the two of you are situated you sit up into his bed, ready to get to work. 

“Still stressed madam President?”

“Would you stop calling me that.” He feels you lightly punch at his shoulder. “Besides, I never was. My parents don’t make me sweat.”

“Damn it. And to think I let you top because I thought ya were stressed. Thought i was being a good friend,” Atsumu chimes as he leans back against his headboard. You ignore him as you open up his laptop immediately punching in his password and then going to the locked document you sent him earlier. 

“Did you even look at what I sent you,” at his admittance of no he offered you a sheepish smile. “I was going to after the meeting and then ya know the rest.” He ignored your grumbles about being annoying as he leaned into the text displayed. “So what is it.” 

“All the shit I’ve gathered so far, no thanks to you.” Atsumu ignored your comment as his eyes scrolled through the information. So far it summarized what you had told him and the other heads. About the specialty bullet and Where it ended up. The speculation about Kiyoko being followed and Bokuto’s recollection of his cut breaks. “Pretty sure ya told me all this already.”

“Scroll to the bottom idiot. And besides I’m sure you could use the refresher you probably weren’t even listening.” All he could do was shrug because it’s not like you were really wrong. He’d tuned out parts of your meeting up until you pulled out the bullet. As he eyed continued through the rows of texts he slowed as he began to come across familiar names. Those of his friends. With numbers. Numbers of what each of your families were worth. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” The words came out mumbled and for the first time since you’d been in charge Atsumu saw you speechless. “Is this why you think there’s a spy.” Your face turned cold as you nodded.

“I didn't want to alarm everyone up front. But Atsumu, this list? It’s essentially a death sentence. It details every significant member of each of our families ranking us in both political and monetary value. Our birthdays, frequently attended spots, what we do in our roles. Even fucking medical records. I think they have it.” He nods along the gears in his own head spinning. There was no doubt that if anyone wanted an in to the city and its inner workings they’d start with this list. What better way to slowly get the attention of ruling families than to work your way through each one. Hence why starting with your sister was a smart choice. 

Ranking on the lower end of your family, she was a gateway to getting you to react. On top of that throwing in slight attacks on higher ranked members of other families would force you to divide your time when deciding who to protect. At the end of the day, the ability for your families to remain on top was paramount and if each of you lost lower ranked blood along the way, so be it. 

Atsumu felt himself grow sick and angrier as he continued reading. It included how Kenma had a deadly nut allergy. So deadly that he could asphyxiate in less than 5 minutes. It had information on Oikawa’s knee injury suffered from a nearly fatal car crash 5 years ago, and even the time where Kaori had a late appendicitis diagnosis causing her to be hospitalized for almost a month. 

“(Y/N). What do you mean you think that they have this.” Atsumus voice came slowly and deadly as he slammed the laptop closed. “I’m not one hundred percent but-“

“How the fuck are you not sure. This could get all of us killed.” He found himself pacing the room trying to figure out that information could have gotten out of the hands of one of your two families. “You don’t think I know that Miya,” your words come out with just as much anger, as your expression broke for the time being. “Do you think I want what our families built for generations to come crashing down under my rule? Or to have to put any of my friends in a body bag- Because I don’t.”

Atsumu watched as your face turned back into the emotionless cold stare. Yet you didn’t meet his gaze. He knew that face all too well. One that existed only when the cold ruthless product of your family’s raising came into play. One where he knew you were going to get your hands dirty, and potentially bloody. The only indicator that you had any type of concern was the fact that you fiddled mindlessly with a string on your sweats. “I got a suspicious email two days ago. It had some weird code to crack before I could even open it.” Atsumu nods as he seats himself onto the edge of the bed beside you. “I didn’t think much of it until I got a text from an unknown number to try and crack it. Then I remembered about the bullet from last week. I had Akaashi break it and send the file over and I read it last night.”

“That’s why you called today’s meeting.” You only nod. “Now for the reason why I’m unsure. It's a multi filed document. I just had Akaashi combine them. One file was so hard that even he almost couldn't break it. Those were our medical records.”

“You don’t think they could have gotten into those yet?”

“Not yet. I think they have the numbers and ranks. Maybe even our social spots, however there's no way they could have cracked that file that fast. I also get alerts when red leveled documents are accessed, and I have nothing on that. I think our little spy just managed to get ahold of the big folder and they took what they could from it.” Atsumu lets out the tiniest sigh of relief. You all had your work cut out, but knowing that information would be safe for at least now was enough for him. 

“I’m going to investigate some things myself. I’ll be gone for a few days so handle things  would you,” Atsumu groaned in annoyance as he took the laptop from your hand to place it away. It allowed you the time to shift under the covers and into your side of his bed. “Do I have a choice.” He didn’t even bother waiting for your response as he crossed the room to turn off the light. “That means show up on time for meetings too. I’ll find out if you don't.” 

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he grumbled, slipping into his bed on the other side from you. “I’ll be gone before you even wake up, but I’ll brief you on what I find. Don’t fuck up anything while I’m gone.”

The next few days felt like months for Atsumu. Not only did he have to deal with running things, but there was the looming fear. Fear that him, his family or friends would be victims of this new group. He’d honored your wishes of not revealing the contents of the email to anyone, trusting you enough to get to the bottom but it still wasn’t enough to curb the growing anxiety. And what better way to make yourself feel better but to spend. 

“Your girlfriend has only been gone a week and you’ve changed so many things in here. I don't think she needs all the shit you’ve bought.” It's the first thing Atsumu hears when he prompts his visitor to enter. Its none other than his twin brother. “Emphasis on her office,” a second voice chimes in. “First of all, (Y/N) isn’t my girlfriend. Secondly, what do you two want. Can’t you see I’m busy” 

“(Y/N) is gonna kill you for changing her office. I think we both know how sacred this place is.”

“Ok I still find it gross that both of you have hooked up with (Y/N),” Atsumu watches as his twin eyes them with disgust. “Akaashi sent me and Suna here to relay a message.” Osamu crosses the room with Suna trailing behind him. “Apparently you’ve got an invitation to a party. Held by none other than the Terushima son.” The brunette drops the letter onto the large desk, before adding on. “You also need to do a press release soon about the series of break ins. It's under control now, but the people are still worried.”

“An invitation huh,” Atsumu mutters to himself, eyeing the closed envelope addressed to him. “how did Akaashi get the letter?” He notices the two males stiffening for a moment before Osamu speaks. “It was on his desk when he came back from lunch. No return address or anything. Just your name.”

“Fuck,” Atsumu finds himself cursing. That meant you were right. A spy has somehow wormed their way amongst you all. “Ok, did any of you run the cameras. Catch anyone?” The two men shake their heads slowly. 

“We tried to recover the footage but, shit just like disappeared. It cuts from when he left and then a few minutes to when he got back. Akaashi was still trying to recover something when he sent me and Samu over.”

“All three of us have tried but no luck,” Osamu adds on watching as his brother begins to pack up. “Where are you going.” “I need to get in contact with (Y/N),” he mutters out straightening up the last bits on the desk.

 “Listen, none of you go anywhere outside this building alone and that's an order. I’ll be issuing that officially to all the head families shortly. Suna, get back with Akaashi and look over every ounce of footage from today pull anyone that looks suspicious. Samu, tell Oikawa to handle the press release. Get that statement out today”

Both men sober up hearing the seriousness in Atsumu’s voice. It's a rarity, but when it happens and he dives into his role as Vice President, it's scary. They both note the cold look in his eyes has he harshly slams the chair up towards the desk.“Hey Tsumu,”

“What,” the blonde exclaims angrily. He's now headed toward the door when he stops to face his brother. “Be careful with whatever's going on.” He could only find it in himself to nod continuing towards the door. 

The second you pick up the phone the Vice President is talking a mile a minute. “(Y/N) you need to get the fuck back here now. Ya were right, theres a spy and they fucking work in our building. And now I have some weird invitation from that scrub-”

“Yes Miya, I’ve gathered that much.” You cut him off speaking calmly. “Well at least about the spy. I might have an idea. You busy tonight,” you sigh out yet your voice doesn’t falter. “Where are you at-I’m issuing an order that none of them are allowed to go anywhere alone whether ya want it or not.” Atsumu quickly shifts his focus from your whereabouts to his decision.

“Go ahead. Not like I can stop you when you get like this anyways. It's always been annoying-”

“Would ya get to the damn point (Y/N)”

The line goes silent for a moment as you then ignore the call of your name. After a moment if he listens closely enough and all he can hear is the mumbles between you and likely Sakusa who accompanied you on your trip. He goes to call your name for a second time before you answer. “Meet me at mine at seven. Mine, not theirs.” 

And with that the line goes dead and all Atsumu is left with is both annoyance and confusion. You didn’t answer his question. Yet when you came back on the like your voice had shifted. You lost your calm and leveled tone, and instead sounded distraught. Then there was the insistence to meet you at your place. The one you’d gotten without your parents permission a year ago. It was nearly two hours away out of Yokohama and in the middle of nowhere.

“Whatever,” Atsumu mumbled to himself. He pulled out his phone seeing that it was nearly 4. That gave him nearly an hour to issue out his order before turning to go meet you. 

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“I’m surprised you’re on time,” is the greeting Atsumu receives as he steps out of his own car. Lowering the doors he makes his way towards you leaning against your own car. “Guess you do take this serious,” you muse light heartedly, your arms crossed in front of you. “Oh shut up would ya.”

“Where the fuck have ya been,” his words come out harshly. It contrasts with the way his eyes quickly give you a once over to make sure you were ok. His posture relaxes as you give him a nod in confirmation. “Hey lets get inside and talk yeah?” With a nod the two of you make your way indoors to divulge your week’s worth of findings.

Atsumu learns that the entire time you'd gone back and forth between Yokohama and some neighboring cities. In disguise and following a series of leads with Sakusa. You learned in fact that your families did not fully kill off the Terushima family and it was intentional. Leaving several of them alive was no mistake. His goal was revenge. To tear the city away from the ruling families, and to make you all pay. Once he got rid of everyone up top he’d be in control. Any members of your family that somehow survived would be forced to work for him and be treated like the scum on the bottom of his shoe.

Someone managed to sneak the same party invitation in your bag, much to Atsumu’s concern and you had every intention of going. The last thing you picked up was a lead on the spy. A guy named Akiteru Tsukishima. Kin to none other than Kei Tsukishima. The two brothers lived on the poorer side of the city and apparently Kei joined after hearing of revenge against the rich families.  You’d once heard stories about how their family used to be up with yours many years ago. His older brother Akiteru managed to get a job under the information tech division hinting at how he may have successfully gathered data and wiped the video footage clean.

“So let me get this straight, your demon parents really are the devil and liars. Some weird scrub wants to kill us just as revenge from said parents so he gathered this random group of losers and one of them somehow got a job under us and has been leaking information.” After he finished his recollection Atsumu found himself groaning resting his forehead flat onto the kitchen table. “Pretty sure your parents also were part of killing them.” 

“Yeah but yours were above mine. Why couldn’t I be born into some rich model family? I got the looks. Then I wouldn't have to deal with evil parents, running a city and weird scrubs tryna kill me.” You couldn't help but laugh at Atsumu’s moping. The words came out slurred as he refused to lift his head. It was a 180 from the way he’d harshly approached you upon his revival. 

Your hand found its way into his hair and he allowed himself to give in to the feel only for a moment before shooting up. “Wait, that invitation. Are ya really going to that shit?” You nod, removing your hand to fiddle with the envelope in front of you. “I have to. From what I’ve gathered he’s started getting word out through underground informants that this party would be huge and full of top family members. It's sure to garner press. By now I’m sure our friends have gotten their invitations. “You're casual in the way you acknowledge the likeliness of your friends being targeted and it slightly bothers him. “Besides, I just want to talk”

“Talk. Yeah good luck with that. You got all this information yet couldn't track down these guys so we could just kill ‘em ourselves.” Atsumu scoffs. “Why are ya so hesitant this time. Any time anyone else has threatened us you ordered a hit and they were gone within the blink of an eye. You’ve always been ruthless and now ya just want to talk. What the hell is-”

The words you muttered caused Atsumu to stop mid sentence. He wasn’t even sure that he heard you correctly. “What do ya mean it’s your parents,” he questioned slowly. Trying to think of some sort of logic before you even told your part. “They’re paying them. Granted I've discovered that they plan on backstabbing my family as well. Pretty cowardly if you ask me-“

“What the hell (Y/N) why would your parents be trying to pay them to do— this,” his arms swing as he struggles to figure out what the actual angle was. As you laughed atsumu couldn’t help but shoot you a glare. “Wow, you’re really not at smart as people think huh Tsumu. My parents have wanted me out of office since day 1 silly.” Be watched as you waved a manicured hand casually as if talking about the weather. 

However the glint of amusement that had risen in your eyes disappeared and your gaze hardened. Atsumu felt obligated to sit down and shut up right then and there. “The day our families voted to let the next generation take over, my parents opposed. All because of me. They wanted a son and never got one. I grew up and they treated me like shit behind the scenes.”

Atsumu sat quietly as you recounted the days you’d be called weak and useless during your childhood. How you were practically raised on a fight response system as they attempted to make you fit to rule one day. Never quite getting over the fact that their oldest had turned out not to be a boy as they were expecting. When you got to play with your peers as children it was drilled into you to not make friends but rather work with them on a diplomatic level. You were told only to associate with those outside of your circles just to get their opinion of how things in the city were going. 

When you wanted to play dress up with Kaori and Kiyoko, you were forced into stiff costumes and told not to make a word as you were dragged to press releases instead. As you entered into your preteen years you had to sit in on some of your fathers meetings, hearing stories about things he’d done on his rise to the top or plans among the families that were more than a 10 year old should have ever heard. 

And then your sister was born. She had been expected as a girl yet your parents never quite got over the fact that you weren’t. Even with her they were never coddling or loving per se. However, they were worlds nicer to her than they ever were to you. Something you considered to be out of love until one day you overheard them talking of obligation. From that day you decided to show the bright eyed baby genuine care. 

Reaching your teen years as you came into a mind of your own you’d attempted a rebellious stage one that was immediately stopped with a threat of putting you out in the street with nothing and no one. You crammed academics, learning everything you could about leadership, finances and operations. After all, how could you be president if you didn’t know how to do every single thing the other families did. 

You’d skip out on hang outs at Bokuto where for just a moment the lot of you could pretend you were normal teens. Smoke pot and laugh the night away. Those cherished moments were traded for hours at the gun range and fighting lessons. You’d walk into school the next day to hear your peers telling stories you wished you could’ve been a part of at the lunch table. 

For 17 years you lived like that. Only seeing your parents when they were telling you what to do. Never when you were hungry as a kid or needed advice on your first crush which had been on Iwaizumi. They sent you to Granny. The one who changed your diapers as a baby, snuck you pretty handmade jewelry as a girl and drove you to the Miya's who you’d ride to school with. The one who helped you with the campaign to become student council President, a role you didn’t even want. The one who congratulated you and baked you a cake when you graduated high school. 

“I knew you grew up more strict than the red of us, but never knew it was like that.” Atsumu broke the silence that had settled between you. “Oh don’t get all fucking soft and start feeling sorry.”

“Trust me, I’m not feelin’ sorry at all babe,” he narrowly dodged the pen cap you aimed at his head at the nickname. “Shit sucked but it made ya who you are. Don’t need to dwell on those memories.” You found yourself nodding at his words. “But just to clarify, yer parents are tryna make it seem like this group killed you as part of revenge so your dad could take back the spot cause your sisters’ too young?”

“Don’t forget this same group plans to backstab them and get rid of all of us” you add on with faux joy. “Welcome to our fucking lives.”

——

Atsumu watches as you attempt to end the conversation with your parents. The way you don’t falter when they tell you not to embarrass them at the party tonight and to act accordingly. He watches the sarcastic smile you shoot them as you turn away. He also doesn’t miss the glare nor eyes burning into your departing backs as his hand settles on your lower back to guide you out the door. Once the two of you make it outside neither of you can help the laughs that fall from your lips.

“Everytime I come around your parents seem to hate me more and more.”

“I’m pretty sure they've caught onto us by now. Too bad that hate comes from them thinking I’d ever let you take over.” You shoot him a thankful smile as he opens the door to the black range rover allowing you to slip in. “As if you’d ever let that happen.” You hum along as you check him out for the first time that night. The black dress pants paired with a belt other people your age could only dream of being able to afford. He paired the ensemble with a beige dress shirt that deliciously hugged at his biceps. The sleeves rolled to his elbows allowed a clear view of the gold rolex warped onto his wrist along with matching shoes. 

“What’re ya looking at.” He shoots you a cocky smile. He looked good and he knew it. Leaning in the open door frame he allowed you to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt, putting the golden chain around his neck on display. “Would you get in the fucking car so we can go.” Laughing he made did one last glance to ensure you were in and your dress wasn’t caught before slamming the door. 

“You look really good tonight,” is something he settles on saying as the two of you are on the road. Of course you didn’t miss the way he’d similarly checked you out. Your hair styled to perfection along with the silkiness of the midnight black dress. The fitted material hugged at you perfectly and he was slightly impressed at the way you managed to strut seamlessly both in heels and the fitted fabric. He’d eyed at your lips, painted a deep burgundy more times than he can count, knowing you’d kill him if he made any attempt to mess up the perfect application. “I always look good,” you feigned hurt to which he only agreed. 

“Loosen up Tsumu. It’ll be fine.” The normalcy in which you spoke was weird all things considered. You’d noted how the closer you two got the more rigid he’d become. His hands tightened their grip on the wheel and you noticed the jerkiness whenever he’d pull off from a red light. “Being nervous doesn’t suit you well. We’ve done shit like this a million times.”

“C’mon ya are acting like we have to cross your devil parents all the time,” he groaned. It was more a matter of who that made him nervous. Aside from them he could probably take anyone else in there with ease. “It’s not you’re the one they’re trying to kill.”

“Can ya not joke about that (Y/N).” You noted the annoyance in his tone, a slight smile appearing on your own face. “Aw you do care about me.” He swatted the hand that pinched at his cheek without even taking his eyes off the road. “If ya die that might make me President. I can't be bothered with the shit.”

The feel of his hand aimlessly patting around the passenger seat in obvious search of your leg caused a snort of amusement to come out your mouth. It furthered into a laugh as he whined something about how you’re making him seem so cool as he continued to pat around the seat. The car slowed to a stop along the empty street as he scowled at you. 

“Why are ya sitting so far from me.” The pout gracing his face made you smile. You hadn’t even noticed that the way you were seated, one ankle crossed over the other had your leg shifted far from him. Uncrossing them you eyed him. “Better?” A warmth on your leg answered the question as the two of you locked eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that-“ his eyebrows raised at your face and before he could turn away the feel of your hand on his cheek stopped him. “Then stop worrying Miya. It’s just a regular party. No ones coming to see you nearly piss your pants.” 

“I really hate you.” His words came out low and with a lazy drawl as his eyes flickered towards your lips. He barely registered your warning for him not to mess up your lipstick as the two of you leaned in. 

Just for the sound of an obnoxiously long honk to ring around you promptly ending the moment. “What the fuck.” You burst out into laughter as Atsumu decided to honk back complaining about how the car could’ve easily gone around. Putting the car back into gear he shot off through the green light. Oh if only the offender knew who rested behind the darkly tinted windows. 

The two of you arrived at the venue shortly after. A rather large mansion on the outskirts of the city. You noted several familiar cars belonging to friends and more scattered around the large plot of land. You could hear the slightest bit of chatter from the attendees who might’ve gone outside for a smoke, privacy or just to get some fresh air. “Thanks Tsumu.”

Your hand gratefully took his as he aided you out of the large vehicle. The way he didn’t let go was forgotten when you found yourself caged between his body and the car, his hands smoothing at your dress before one came resting resting firmly on your backside. “I meant it when I said ya looked good tonight.”

“And I meant it when I said it’d be fine.” Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed light kisses up and down your neck. “So quit using your dick as a coping mechanism.” With those words his movement stopped, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder instead. “You’re annoying.”

“And cute. Now let’s go before someone out here catches us.” His head rose back up as you quickly looked around before raising your lips towards his in a quick peck. You were off before he could even say anything. “You coming Mr Vice President or what?”

The night continued as one would usually do. Soon the two of you found yourselves split up, engaged in different conversations about future plans from new buildings to budget allocations. Making your rounds you noted happily how none of your friends were alone. Always seen in groups of two or more it gave both of you some form of peace of mind. You were engaged in a conversation with one of your dad’s old classmates, a retired attorney about where your parents were when a voice cut in. 

“Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Hiashi. I hope you're enjoying tonight, but if you don’t mind, I’d love a chance to introduce myself to our guest of honor.” A smirk made its way onto your face as you turned towards the intruder. There stood the man hired by your parents. “Terushima Yuuji. It's great to finally meet you.”

You speak before him, your hand reaching out for his, a look of amusement at the way his lips ghosted your knuckles in greeting. “Pleasure is all mine, madam President.” 

“Call me (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) it is,” he clicks his tongue and you notice the flash of silver in his mouth. His hand pointing opposite of the couple. “I must say, the pictures we see of you do no justice to your beauty.” “You flatter me too much,” you offer a polite laugh. With a nod you bid the older couple a good night as the two of you begin weaving through the party. “If you don’t mind, I’d like if my VP could join us. I’m not a fan of going places alone with strangers,” you hum cheerfully taking a flute of champagne along the way. “OF course. A safety caution I presume.”

Your eyes glance around the room catching Atsumu’s moment later. His eyes narrow in confusion at the stranger next to you before you offer him a nod. He catches on immediately and you look towards your companion while Atsumu wraps his own conversation up. “Well I sure hope there won’t be any need for that tonight. We’re all dressed so nicely.” You dismiss the insinuation with a smile. 

Soon a warm finds its way onto your back, a breathless “hey,” whispered in your ear. “Don’t tell me you rushed your conversation on my behalf. That's gonna be a pain to apologize for,” you scold Atsumu as he straightens up. You ignore his whine stating that of course he didn’t and that he's never a pain before pointing to Terushima. “Miya, Atsumu.”

“Terushima, Yuuji.” You introduce the two men feeling Atsumu’s body having stepped closer to you. He takes his free hand to shake Terushima and you almost laugh at the way they squeeze one another’s hands. “I see you two are rather close,” the pierced blonde says condescendingly. You just know Atsumu would’ve said something rude had you not stepped in. “Of course we are. He’s my right hand after all. Now gentlemen. Let's talk.” Your voice drops it’s overly sweet tone towards the end of the sentence and both men just nod. 

“Now I’m just wondering what my parents said to you to get you to agree to help them. After all they’re the reason nearly your entire family was murdered,” you speak out into the night sky leaning against the balconies railing. The three of you had gone up several floors to an outdoor area. Away from the public and prying eats. “Who knew Yokohama’s President was so blunt-“

“I did. Now what the fuck is your goal.” Atsumu cuts him off in annoyance as you fight off a smile. Your back is to the two men who you have no doubt are practically burning bullets through one another’s skulls with their eyes. “Relax Tsumu,” you turn to place your hand on his shoulder. A sign to stand down. 

“Now. Yuuji is it? What are my parents promising you? And I trust that they aren’t aware of your impending betrayal” his eyes widen as you continue. “Don’t look so surprised cutie.” Your heels echo along the empty patio as you cross to stand directly in front of him. “ I know everything that happens in my city.”

“A spot in the top families. Of course after you and then are out of the way I can work on getting rid of the others. Just like all your families killed mine, I intend to do the same.” His voice comes out confidently as your fingers play with the bottom of his tie, fingers trailing up his chest. 

Atsumu scoffs causing the both of you to turn. Facing the blonde on the other side of the balcony, he looks bored. “You’re not off to a good start if yer little spy has been caught already.”

“I got you both here tonight didn’t I.”

“(Y/N) come over here. I dont trust this guy.” With a shrug you go to remove your hand, raising an eyebrow at the grip that stops you. It tightens by the moment. “Now now Yujji I just wanted to talk tonight. That’s all.” You ignore Atsumu’s angry demands for you to get away from him. “I’ll have you eating gravel soon enough.” 

The two of you engage in a staredown as his hand tightens for a moment before releasing your wrist. “I wouldn't be too sure of that.” You echo your reassurance as you cross back towards Atsumu who lets out a sigh of relief. He’s sure you just cut several years off his life. “I am curious about one thing though.”

Terushima’s acknowledgement prompts you to continue. “How did you get people like the Tsukishima brothers, Tendou, and Semi men on your side.”

Those words cause anger to rise in his eyes much to your confusion. It wasn’t present even while he had the death grip on your arm. “Please don’t act like you don’t know what’s happened to people like them. And me,” he spits. 

“People like you and your parents. All the 13 families sit on this throne of riches while families who even try to propose progression or work their way to the top are practically excommunicated. Forced to work to barely make ends meet.”

You and Atsumu share a look of confusion between you. An action that causes the other man to just start laughing. “You’ve been in charge two years now and never wondered what happened to a lot of the secondary families? How that group fell from 15 to 3. Anyone who disagreed or proposed any type of progression were kicked. They had children too and because of you they can barely make ends meet.”

Your attempt to make a comment is stopped by his continued rant. “The Tsukishima boys? Their mother was terminally ill. The treatment she got from being in your circle was the only thing keeping her alive.” Your jaw locked at the insinuation. “You said terminally didn’t you? She was going to die anyway.”

“She could’ve been saved. You killed my family and destroyed theirs. Now all of you are going to pay, starting with you (Y/N).” Terushima cleared his voice as the hold Atsumu had on your arm tightened. “The next bullet that comes flying through your house might just be aimed at you.”

“Now if you'll excuse me. I figure that our guys waiting in the hallway must be bored now.” The balcony door opened and closed and then he was gone. Shortly after Ushijima pokes his head through, to which you give him a nod. “We’re good. You take Sakusa and Bokuto and get out of here ok?”

With a nod you bid a wordless farewell to your friend. A silence consuming the balcony save for your nails unconsciously tapping along the metal railing. In your peripheral you could see Atsumu typing away at his phone mentioning something about all of this just being a pain. 

“Hey Tsumu?”

Before he could get a word out your lips crashed onto his. Pulling at the collar of his shirt your tongue quickly pressed against the seam of his lips. Slipping in with ease. Quick to recover from surprise there is no regard for the smear of lipstick that was sure to follow as teeth clashed and hands wandered. His hands were like magnets to your waist, encasing you in. 

The very muffled sounds of the party, and buzzing of cicadas disappeared as the two of you allowed yourselves to get lost. Lost in the way his hands searched for better leverage due the slip of your dress. First your waist, then your hips, before settling for a grip on your backside that pulled you impossibly close to him. In the way your nails traced lightly at the exposed skin near his collarbone, occasionally fiddling with the chain on his neck as his back hit the nearby wall. 

No words were said as he swallowed the moan that escaped your throat once he sucked on your tongue. The way your hands trailed lower is what brings some sense of awareness. “W-wait (Y/N). Whats u-up,” he pants groaning as your hands now began to cup at his growing bulge. “Let's get out of here yeah?”

And how could he say no. The sight of wet and swollen lips paired with clouded lust. He briefly noted the sight of something else, but it was quickly forgotten at the cupping of your hands. “Fuck. Yeah- lets do that.”

----

“Are you ok,” the words come out in pants against the side of your neck. Whether it's the way his breath cools your sweaty skin or the way his voice sounds deeply in your ear, a shiver runs down your spine. You nod as he eases off of you, head propped up on one shoulder.

“Perfect,” you hum out a dazed smile on your face as you repeat the same action, now facing him. “That's not what I meant.” 

Atsumu eyes you carefully. In the midst of your post sex glow he knew there was something else swimming in your head. He could tell from the moment you kissed him that night.It had been unlike you, to initiate something that publicly, let alone with the lipstick you had perfectly applied. It’d taken several wet paper towels worth of ruff scrubbing to get you both decent enough to walk out the party.

He could tell by the grip on his arms as he rolled his hips into yours. The occasional caress of your thumbs against his bicep felt oddly intimate. The glassiness in your eyes seemed to be from more than just unadulterated pleasure. After arriving back the way you kissed him reached further than lust. A sense of passion neither of you’d shown in all the years you’ve been having sex. Almost a way of saying those three words you’d never uttered. “

Hey Atsumu. Do you trust me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you trust me.”

The only sounds were the occasional pants that escaped the two of you. Atsumu ignored the way his gut twisted in discomfort as you just looked at him, determination swirling in your eyes. “More than anyone else.” He answered honestly, hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “Good. I’m gonna handle this shit soon.”

“What does that fucking mean.” At that he sits up, snatching his hand away. Instead of answering you just get out the bed pulling on a shirt he’d had piled in a chair. He repeats the question repeating you to pull on some boxers. “Relax would you. It means that I’m going to put an end to this shit,” you yell out from his bathroom.

“How?” He doesn't even bother to hide the annoyance in his tone, speaking through the closed door. “I have some ideas. None that concern you however.” Atsumu groans in response complaining about how you were taking on things alone. Again. Once you emerge his hand finds itself wrapped around your arm. 

“Just because I trust ya, doesn’t mean you can’t involve me in shit. This affects me too.” You raise your eyebrows as his voice raises near the end. He pays it no mind instead rolling his own eyes, quieting down nonetheless. “Ya gonna disappear again?” You shake your head no, prying his hands off, making your way back to the bed. 

“Not this time. It's gonna take some time. Just promise that when I need you to take over for a little you’ll be there to do it.”

You laugh as he tells you “hes not your fucking maid.” It's followed by the reassurance that he’ll do his job.”That's a first.” “Oh shut up.” 

“Just promise me one thing,” Atsumu asks, lifting his head from where he had it buried in your neck. You hum prompting him to ask. “Don’t do anything stupid alright?” The hand you had playing in his hair stalls for a moment. “I’m not you y’know.” You stop his impending protest by engaging him in a gentle kiss. “I promise.”

“Good. Now. Think ya can go for another round.” The words are accompanied with the way his hand trailed down your side, hooking under your thigh. “C’mon baby. Wanna see you ride me.”

----

The following weeks continue as normal as the circumstances allowed. While attempts on the families continued, they were still subtle and hardly worth confronting. You continued running the city, signing off paperwork and making public appearances. Atsumu continued to be a pain, showing up late whenever you called him, and seemed to hardly pay attention to  what you said unless it was about the situation. 

He’d noticed your increased trips to the shooting range, and scheduled fight practices, but said nothing. He’d occasionally accompanied you, but knew for the most part you could handle yourself. The two of you hadn’t slept together since that night, life and its busyness getting the best of you. 

Neither of you ever discussed what happened or what was felt that night, outsiders being the only ones to pick up on subtle differences. At meetings he stood closer to you. When helping to guide you or taking a picture his arm lingered at your lower back longer than one would platonically. In some cases such as the safeness of your office with your friends you’d even allowed him to successfully sling his arm around your shoulders on occasion. 

Everything was normal until one afternoon you called him. You’d texted him that morning to tell him to take over your office for just the day, citing personal matters to attend to. At that point it’d been almost two months since that night, and your words lingered at the back of his mind. However, he figured that at least with the newfound change between you two, whatever it was you'd give him a heads up before you acted. Besides, you couldn't possibly act in just a day.

He knew something was wrong the second he heard your voice. You were short and to the point, not even offering him a greeting. You even used his surname. “MIya. I need you to listen carefully. Don’t ask questions and do exactly what I say, It's an order.” Atsumu immediately found himself straightening up in the seat, confirming. He heard a whisper of thanks before you were off rattling orders. 

“I’m at my place right now,” he nodded to himself at the emphasis. “Get Bokuto, Sakusa and Ushijima on the way here as soon as you hang up. Shift Iwa to the security team in their place. Also send a medical team fully equipped and get an ambulance-”

“What the hell (Y/N)-”

“No questions Miya,” he heard you let out a breath over the line. He noticed the shakiness, so subtle that it could've been imagined. But he knew better and he knew you. “One last thing. In about an hour I’m going to call you. Don’t say anything, just record the audio. They’re on their way over. I’m ending this today.”

Atsumu felt the bile almost rise in his throat, something he swallowed down snapping at you instead. “Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N). Who the fuck is on their way. And don’t say it's none of my damn business.” The words that come out your mouth causes him to immediately grab his keys and start making a beeline for the door. Your parents as well as Terushima and his crew. 

“You’ve lost it. I’m on my way, don’t act without backup.” He ignored your attempts to tell him not to go as he put the car in gear, taking off. He’d relay your messages on the road, cursing you for always acting alone. 

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2 minutes and 45 seconds. To many those are insignificant. They come and go in the blink of an eye. No one notices how they pass. However a full recovery after three minutes of a clinical death is rare. You died for 2 minutes and 45 seconds. 

The sound of the flatline constantly replays in Atsumu’s mind. The thought that losing you was almost a reality made him sick to his stomach. Even now, with the gross smell of the sterile room, the painfully bright fluorescents, and constant sound of beeping from the hospital machine. 

All his mind could default back to was the way you’d flatlined for nearly three minutes. How bile immediately rose in his throat as surgeons rushed back in screaming at him to get back even though his feet felt super glued to the ground. The way that had you not had your status the doctors probably would’ve given up at 2.45. How he didn’t stop shaking as you entered into an eight hour long surgery once they’d managed to get your heart beating again. In all his 23 years on earth, Miya Atsumu would agree on that being the worst day of his life. 

--Despite the way he angrily cursed you for your actions, he still answered when you called him some time later. Your requested assistance was somewhere behind him, as he picked up his speed to dangerous levels. He recorded the call from the first arrival, hearing everything loud and clear.

He heard the peaceful attempts at discussing and demanding them all to back down. The way your parents feigned ignorance then false support at you being able to catch danger. It was a conversation filled with sarcasm and boredom.

He heard the way you managed to verbally crack every other party in the room. Knowing just what to say to get them all to confess to their plans, even the intended backstabbing. That's exactly what you needed him to get on record. He knew he could’ve stopped recording and hung up after that. After the admittance to planning your death. But he couldn’t

As he neared he heard the first semblance of a fight. The crashing and trashing of your small house. Throughout it all he listened closely for any sound of you, his heart jaw tensing and releasing every time he heard that you were still ok. 

He heard the standoff manage to happen. The clocking of several guns and your mock of “I thought we all promised no guns. Looks like we’re all snakes.” He heard the round of shots go off that later became muted as everyone began to transition outside. He heard the shattering of glass. Later he found out you’d managed to kill two of Terushima’s men. A single shot right through their skulls. You’d also managed to get a shot on everyone all on your own. 

It wasn’t without consequence, you suffering two of your own shots. One on your leg, and just as he and all your backup pulled up, one lodged into your side. The storm of your friends apprehending the remainders which included your parents and none other than Terushima himself. 

Things happened so fast. He listened to you demand that the three of them get medical help, all while holding your side and bleeding out onto the pavement. He doesn’t even remember his shirt coming off making a tourniquet all while holding your head in his lap, demanding that Saksua drive faster. “Why’re you here Tsumu,” he heard you slur out.

“Baby. I need you to stay awake for me.” This is the first time he’d ever noticed just how much blood spilled once someone was shot. For once the blood on his hands wasn’t that of a threat. It was yours, and it spilled like water. He was getting light headed. “Don't tell me what to do.” 

Your groan of pain caused him to snap back into reality. “Shut up for once would you.” He pressed the fabric closer to your side, hoping that somehow it would just stop. He cursed at the blood also running down your leg. “You’re gonna alright (Y/N).” He wasn’t sure if he was telling you that or himself.-- 

Atsumu let out another sigh as he held your limp hand in his, careful not to interfere with any of the wires he brushed his thumb over your knuckles before placing a kiss onto the skin. “Growing up you always told me not to do anything too stupid. But here we are and maybe I shoulda told you that instead. If you wouldn’t have made it they woulda made me president. Could ya ever see me running the way you do. That would be a joke,” he lets out a humorless laugh to hide the way his words began to get choked up. 

“I told ya to wait for backup but ya didn’t. What you did was stupid and I almost lost you.” His hand subtly tightened against your limp one. “But you did it. Ya saved everything built for us and opened the way for a new path. The letter you left? We’ve already started working on your plans for the wealth disparities. You wanted to reform how we ran things and it’s gonna happen. All because of you.”

Atsumu felt stupid and he remember the first time someone told him to try talking to you and that maybe a familiar voice would help push you to wake up. He almost punched his friends, and doctors and everyone in the room who said that a conversation would wake you up. Yet three days later here he was. Giving it a try. Hoping that whatever god was out there listening would hear his pleas and wake you out of your coma. 

“I never got to make ya mine officially. Everyone knew, no matter how hard we tried to hide it. 5 years in the making it’s hard not to.” He settles on a silence trying to think of his words. Speechlessness used to be a rarity for him, but these recent weeks have proven otherwise. 

“Your sister came back from America. We’ve been takin’ care of her with Granny but she needs you.”

He thinks back to how you couldn’t just let them die. You never wanted to be just like them and you gave them a second chance. Forcing your crew to attend to them/ They survived but are now awaiting trial. The attempt to assassinate you something no one could ignore, even though you were their daughter. 

“So I promise, as soon as you wake up I’m going to  ask you out. For real this time and we’re going to make this thing official.” 

Looking at the clock on the wall Atsumu let out another sigh. He needed to get back to work no matter how much he just wanted to stay at your bedside. “Listen (Y/N). I gotta head back to work. Picking up your slack,” he lets out a soft smile imagining the way you probably whack him along his head if you could. He leaned down to press one last kiss against your forehead. “Please wake up for me. I need you here”

Pt 2 ONLY because y’all asked

a/n: this was a roller coaster and part of my 300 celebration (which happened last week so ha ha SuRPriSEe. The ideas changed for this 100 times so um yeah. This is my unofficial end to my intense summer posts. Ya girl probably wont take on another super long project like this but stay tuned for my other bs before school!!!!