#kakucho crack

[b0nten]

IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

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looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

lol I was thinking about how tenjiku's boys would react if one day his daughter brings a boy to their house and introduces him as her boyfriend, that shit is going to get crazy

Tenjiku When Their Daughter Brings Home Her Boyfriend

♡ SFW, fluff, pettiness, they're all single dads + protective dads ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mucho, Mochi, Shion

note: shit is indeed going to get crazy lol, thanks for requesting anon 🩷 also bf/n = boyfriend name

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Izana

🎴 Absolutely livid. No one is good enough for his daughter and he'll die on that hill.

"Y/n..who is this?"

"Dad this is bf/n, my boyfriend."

Refuses to shake your boyfriend's hand and mean mugs him the whole time he's there.

Kakucho

🩷 Super supportive but also protective. He can accept that you have a boyfriend, he just needs to vet the guy and make sure he's right for you. He won't bring up any worries while your boyfriend is actually around, he wouldn't want to offend him. Gives you a lecture on self-respect and healthy relationships. 10/10 father.

Ran

💜 He's so fucking rude, he'd let you in the house and close the door in your boyfriend's face.

"Dad! What the hell?"

"Oops, my bad."

He apologizes after you scold him, he's more of a child than you honestly. Eventually gives in and gets to know your boyfriend and concludes that he's okay.

Rindou

🩵 Doesn't like the idea of you dating but doesn't want to come off as too overprotective. He'll get to know your boyfriend and doesn't mind him coming over, as long as you keep the door open.

"You two have fun, I'll be in the living room if you need me..and keep the door open. If I see it closed you're losing door privileges, I'll take it off the hinges."

Mucho

💙 He's a big, intimidating man. Enough said for real. As soon as your boyfriend steps foot in the house, he's interrogating him.

"What's your name? What do your parents do? What do you want to pursue in life? Why are you interested in my daughter?"

Mochi

🍡 Another big, intimidating man. He's super chill compared to Mucho though, he'll actually get to know your boyfriend and joke around with him. They go from strangers to besties in a day.

"Y'know what? You're alright kid."

He'd probably stay friends with him if you two broke up.

Shion

♥️ He's probably more nervous than your boyfriend. He just wants you to be happy and if your boyfriend makes you happy then it's all cool. But he makes it clear what happens if he hurts you though.

"Listen kid, you seem to make my little girl happy...but if I ever see her sad because of you, or a hair out of place on her pretty head, I'm gonna break every bone in your body. One by one, slowly and methodically."

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[movedtolilmouzee]

Hello! I hope your doing well, and uh I'd like to request on how bonten would react to an s/o who has like a TON of plushies? Like there are plushies on the bed, shelves, desks and all. You don't have to do all of them tho

Take care!

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 ℌ𝔞𝔱𝔢?...

Mikey wouldn't even be fazed by them, honestly he won't even notice them. Mikey would be more surprised about how much time you've spent on collecting them, he can't really get behind the entire idea of spending so much effort on something, he doesn't mind it just as long as it makes you happy. Mikey is honestly used to things such as this because of emma.

Sanzu finds them cute and plays with them like dolls. The moment he stepped into your room and saw the amount of stuffed plushes and animals you had, he couldn't help himself when grabbing two and making them act like superheros and villains fighting each other. Sanzu would absolutely try taking the cutest ones or even the limited ones. Either get ready for a war or to show sanzu where you got half your collection from.

Kokonoi understands having a collection of something and offers to pay for any others you want. It could be the most expensive, biggest, smallest, or limited plush and he'd want to buy it for you. Send him a photo of what you want and it'd be on your bed in an hour.

Once Kakucho sees how many you have and how little space you have wanted to get you another room so you could keep growing your collection. Kakucho settled for building you a few more shelves that could hold the bigger plushes that you have.

Rindou acts like he doesn't care about them and doesn't even know that they exist but he almost immediately gets interested and fascinated by their names and stories they come with, and what you've come up with. Rindou will never admit it to you and will take this information to his grave but just know anytime you have a new one he will 100% be happy to hear all about it.

Ran is typical ran. He almost immediately asked if you named one after him, if you say yes for your own sake he will never let it go. Ran has no shame in being jealous that you cuddle with them at night instead of him. Please don't try and cuddle with ran and a plush at the same time, this man will literally throw a tantrum, throw the poor plush on the ground and make you give him like 50 kisses to "make" it up to him. He's annoying.

Mochi was honestly a little startled when he first saw, he thought you were joking when you mentioned how many plushes you had. Mochi did grow to love your plushes though, he finds then adore and doesn't mind buying you more for the fun of it.

Takeomi found it silly at first but seeing how happy you were he never said anything and found himself looking at some he could buy to surprise you with. He doesn't understand why you love them so much but he likes the challenge of finding new ones for you.

[marahuyomae]

Naur Mikey 😭😭😭💀

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ sano manjiro, haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran + rindou, kakucho + hajime kokonoi

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , crack , gn reader

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I have a little free time, so I made these. I apologise if some are OOC, I was running out of ideas near the end. enjoy ♡

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐀𝐍

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑘𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

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OMG imagine this all of bonten doing the slim pickings trend if you don’t know what that is it’s basically a guy lifting a girl (normally that’s I’ll I’ve seen of this trend sorry!)

On this shoulder and flexing that basically that they can carry their girl on their shoulder 😭😩🤤

Anyways I just imagine ❤️ Kakucho ❤️ lifting us then like all of bonten wants to prove they can do it too 🫡 ugh it hurts to even think about 😖

anyways just random thought sorry it’s so long I think I had a heart attack when I thought of this

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

Anonie, idk if I got you but I’ll see what Bonten does. LET ME TELL YOU THAT I SUFFERED /J. AHSJSKS I DONT KNOW TIKTOK JAHSKSQ IM SORRY Gosh… I can’t write serious or wholesome stuff 🤧 it’s always me and my broken sense of humor.

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

cw: body image, TikTok trend, nonsense, cringe… like hundred percent logging off-phone throwing-gagging worthy cringe. constant state of chaos. not edited.

“What are you two doing?” The question came from Takeomi who just stepped into your living room to see Kakucho with you sitting on his shoulder, parading you around as both laughed and smiled.

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

But before Takeomi could ask more questions, the rest of Bonten began to pop into the room.

“it’s rude to stand in the entrance,” Sanzu intentionally bumped shoulders with Takeomi. Which only gained him a tired sigh from the older man.

“We heard music!” Rindou pointed out, casually strolling in.

“And your laughter,” Ran added, walking behind him brother.

After Bonten’s three menaces made their way in, silently Mikey accompanied by Kokonoi and Mochi decided to join the crowd. The shorter man curiously peeked at your form perched on his number three..

Questions began to rain on you once they saw your phone propped up on the table with more than one video of Kakucho lifting you.

“So you just lift me and place me on your shoulders,” you explained in detail to the group of men staring at your phone screen. “Yeah, like that. See?”

“We do that on a daily basis,” pointed out Ran, not really getting where this was going.

“Yeah, we see Rindou flexing his biceps at least four times a day.” Added Sanzu, snickering with his phone out scrolling through some other videos and seeing a bunch of guys just showing off.

“This shit’s easy,” huffed Rindou, ignoring the previous comment but at the same time watching Sanzu’s screen over his shoulder.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of initiative on their part. Although, you could guess jealousy had a part in that. They seemed bitter that your attention was solely on Kakucho.

You couldn’t have been more wrong with your statement. Bonten was not made for TikTok fame… but you didn’t know it at that time.

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To see who went first they decided to draw straws… online…

You stood with Kakucho there waiting until everyone got their phones out and went to the page Rindou had shared. Lifting an eyebrow, you saw they had taken this more seriously than you had expected. Oh, yeah… they had banned Kakucho from this round.

Then you heard a groan and a bunch of hyenas laughing. First one to go? it was Kokono… and things didn’t go as planned.

“Okay, ready?” You asked a bit worried since he didn’t seem too eager to be on camera.

“Why do I have to go first?” Koko’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “you’re not posting this, right?”

A bunch of boos from the public followed Koko’s question, and by the public you mean Rindou, Ran and Sanzu. You tried to reassure him it would be alright but the damage to his pride was already done.

Once Koko’s hands were on your hips something in your gut told you that doom was imminent. He had lifted you with ease but as soon as your butt hit his shoulder, the man let out a loud whine. Somehow—someway, your zipper had gotten stuck on his silver hair. Thus, pulling it as he moved you.

“Ah! My hair! My hair!!” Koko’s desperate screams just got most of the group cracking up.

“Oh shut— ack!” You tried to stay as calm as possible, “I’m sorry!” Your eyes turned to the snickering bunch. “It’s not funny!” You held onto Koko’s head for dear life as Rindou and Sanzu avoided your gaze. The latter turned around to keep chuckling.

With his second sigh of the day, Takeomi walked towards you two, pulling Kakucho along.

“How is that this always happens to you two,” Takeomi said, trying to untangle your zipper from Koko’s hair as Kakucho steadied you on the silver-haired man’s shoulder.

After all was done, Kokonoi sat begrudgingly on the furthest sofa with a side of his long silver hair tangled in a thick mass. You smiled apologetically at him.

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With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

He was feeling confident after Kokonoi’s failure, but he might have gone a bit too hard… the moment he lifted you off the floor, you went flying towards the hanging lights. Thus, hitting you in the back of your head.

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

It was chaos, as always—Kakucho to the rescue, he snatched you straight away from Rindou’s shoulder just in time to see Sanzu tackling the youngest Haitani. Then Ran and Takeomi began to scold the pair scuffling on the floor.

Even Mikey joined in, silently hitting Rindou in the same spot that the lamp had smacked you. Bonten’s leader walked away and kept mumbling words about how careless one could be. “An eye for an eye, Haitani.”

Just then, Mochi had walked back in to the room with an ice pack, but seeing the current situation he handed Takeomi the ice pack and went back to get a couple more.

─────── · · ·

After a prolonged discussion about safety, you suggested continuing outside which would have been fine if two people hadn’t begged you for a favor.

Ran was already smirking at you, ready to hoist you up and show the two previous failures how it was done.

And he did just that. At the count of three, you were already sitting on Ran’s shoulder. His grip was unwavering and the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

“Why do you always make it weird…” you mumbled once you saw Rindou visibly upset at his loss in this match.

“It’s not, though.” Ran pretended to flick a lint off his shirt, looking straight at the camera now.

It’s then that you remember the words from a certain pair—a pink and a silver head already signaling for you to take action. To keep the peace, both Haitani had to fail… miserably…

So with a deep breath, you loudly shouted something you knew Ran wouldn’t ignore. “Is that a bald spot?!” You even put a finger on his scalp to emphasize.

It happened so fast. One second you were in the air and the next you had been set down on the grass and the oldest Haitani went running to the nearest bathroom, Rindou not far behind. Not a words came out of anyone’s mouth. Meanwhile Sanzu and Koko gave you a thumbs up.

The peace had been kept. Your TikTok project began to feel more complicated than you thought it would be.

─────── · · ·

Nobody was worried about Mikey, they all knew he could easily pick you up, but Mother Nature had other plans.

“Stop laughing,” you grumbled, “it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry, sweetcheeks… it is…” Sanzu wheezed almost out of breath from laughing the whole day. “Mikey went straight for your pussy!”

Yes, when it was Mikey’s turn he had almost dropped you because a bee flew to his face and to his credit, he did catch you just as quick but the death-like grip went to your crotch. Which had you squealing and the clowns around you couldn’t stop laughing since then. Even Mochi and Takeomi had chuckled at the whole show.

“Haru, shut up!” You hissed, “Look! He’s sulking already!” At the sight of a brooding Mikey, everyone just went quiet. That sobered Snazu up real quick.

The Haitani brothers had just come back outside, but seeing the grey clouds on everyone’s heads they decided to slowly and carefully go back inside.

With Mikey not being in the mood anymore, the TikTok filming had to stop. Mochi and Sanzu were sad to not get a chance to try.

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

Takeomi felt a sense of relief. He wasn’t sure his back would agree today. He had lifted you before, but it was a gamble and with how everyone’s luck had been today? He didn’t wanna risk it.

─────── · · ·

Later that day, everyone was just sitting around the living room, back to where it all began. It was as normal as it could possibly get.

Most of them were on their phones, although you suspected some of them had the early videos on repeat. Sanzu and kept showing Mochi something and both just kept chuckling. Kokonoi kept checking something about the stock market and grumbling at his screen, angrily typing nonstop. Takeomi was doing the newspaper crossword puzzle and kept asking Ran some of the modern-day stuff he didn’t get. Kakucho had been in the kitchen for a while, and finally, Rindou and Mikey playing thumb fights.

Normalcy… how unusual.

“It’s actually nice… you know?” You interrupted the abnormal calmness surrounding you. “I’m in no way a flimsy thing and you all always move me around like I weigh nothing,” you voiced out your thoughts. You were laying on the couch, just thinking, truth spilling without meaning to, but alas it was out.

“The hell you mean?” Sanzu instantly snapped, throwing his phone to Mochizuki who barely had time to catch it. Bonten’s number two walked up to your resting spot and climbed on top of you. “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“Haru…” Your wide eyes stared up at Sanzu, pink hair falling like curtains around your face.

His visceral reaction was like the spark that ignited the rest. Soon you heard the scraping sound of chairs being pulled. The lonely couch was now crowded with a bunch of angry men.

“Move,” Rindou growled as he pulled Sanzu away from you, almost throwing him off the couch. “What do you mean by that?” Now it was the youngest Haitani staring down at you with furrowed brows, and questioning your early statement. “Earlier? I almost sent you to a different fucking orbit.”

They all in their own way tried to make you understand—see what they see.

“Even Koko here can pick you up!” Ran added.

“Yeah,” Koko agreed but then realized the implications, “wait what are you trying to say?!”

Ah, this was more…normal… you giggled at the chaos that erupted around you. From the kitchen walked out Kakucho with a fresh baked bowl of cookies. Mikey didn’t have to be told twice, from the smell alone he knew what it was and took some for himself.

“Heard the commotion,” Kakucho sat next to your head on the couch, “how many times do we have to tell you that’s not important? You see us complain? No, right?” he didn’t let you answer as a cookie was already stuffed in your mouth.

“You have to see us fight to get even a second longer with you. That should tell you how much we want you,” Takeomi noted, pointing towards the Haitanis going against Sanzu and Koko a couple of feet away.

“This is why social media is hazardous,” Mochi announced, holding a cookie between his fingers.

“Body imag—” began Takeomi but he was cut short.

“It’s nothing. You’re just old.” Sanzu rebuked, interrupting his older brother just to spite him. forgotten was Rinodu who went to back up Ran.

The Akashi brothers continued on their intense debate, Mochi adding his opinion here and there as Kakucho kept feeding you and Mikey cookies.

[spooky-bunnys]

Hello! well first request and i'm nervous but anyway do you accept an omegaverse? how about bonten with an omega only he is goth like a vampire (if you want you can add something else or maybe a pregnancy if you wish :) ) thanks! (and sorry for my bad english, i'm not english speaking)

Title: Gothic Mood Swings

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Bonten x Pregnant Goth Omega Male Reader

Warnings: Swearing, and mentions of punishment (not like that y'all)

The guard gulped as the phone rang. Nervous sweat sliding down his face. He knew this was a bad idea but they didn't know what else to do! Soon a click was heard. Nothing was said for a moment until deep voice was heard, "Speak." The guard nervously cleared his throat. "Sir. He closed himself in his coffin and we can't get him to come out."

There was a sigh from the other end. "What happened?" "He tried hanging upside down but got caught up in his morning sickness and got sick everywhere. He then got hungry and searched the cabinets and after not finding what he was looking for, closed himself into his coffin instead of laying in his nest." There was a humming sound and the sound of papers being shuffled.

"Alright we'll be back soon. So keep an eye on him until we get back. Understood?" The guard nodded and quickly agreed as the call ended. The guard let out a sigh of relief. Knowing he won't get too punished for calling his boss. I mean it was for the safety of their Omega and future pup. So hopefully the punishment won't be too bad.

~

Mikey ran a hand through his hair letting out a deep sigh. He had so much paperwork that needed to be done, but his Omega and pup were more important to him. Mikey carefully got up and texted the others to let them know they were needed at home.

On they're way home they made a few pitstops. One at a nesting store. Then next stop was at a store their Omega frequently visited. Finally they stopped at a restaurant their pregnant Omega has been eating so much of recently.

As they arrived at the mansion the pack lives in. Multiple guards met them outside. As they bowed the Bonten members made their way inside. When inside they took off their coats and shoes. Knowing their Omega worked hard on cleaning the mansion. They didn't want a repeat of last time.

Last time Takeomi has came in with muddy and wet shoes. Completely ruining the freshly cleaned floors. Their Omega had been so upset, he literally USED Takeomi to clean the floor. Like we're talking, used Takeomi as a mop to clean the floor. While it aroused most of the Alpha's, the others had be slightly horrified how their tiny Omega used a fully grown MAN, to mop the floors.

They didn't want a repeat of that. Especially Takeomi. After that they put away their shoes so nobody gets hurt. Mikey started up the stairs and the others quickly followed. Wanting to comfort their Omega. They know he's having a rough time with the whole pregnancy. It's been taking a huge toll on them all, but especially on him.

As they arrived to the door seperating the pack from their Omega, they could smell the annoyed pheromones coming from inside. Mikey shared a look with the ones holding bags for their Omega and motioned them forward. Kakucho, Mochi, and Rindou stepped forward.

Mikey carefully opened the door. Making sure they were all releasing calming pheromones. As they all entered there was a slient shuffle coming from the closed coffin in the middle of the room. Sanzu stepped forward and tapped a small rhythm on the lid of the coffin.

A few seconds passed beofre the coffin cracked open. A pair of (E/C) eyes peered through the crack. Sanzu bent down and chuckled. "Alright baby. Come on out. We know your upset. So we got you some stuff." He montions to the others who are holding bags.

The coffin fully opened and a gorgeous male with mid length (H/C) hair carefully sat up pouting. His (E/C) eyes sweeping past his Alpha's. He nods towards Kakucho who carefully placed the bag beside the coffin. Knowing it was warm and didn't want it hurting the Omega.

(Name) smelled the bag and hummed then carefully removed the food. He opened the box and smiled at the spicy yaskisoba inside. Then Mochi stepped forward and set and another bag by the coffin. (Name) carefully opened the bag and was welcomed with a fuzzy black blanket covered in his Alphas sents. (Name) smiles brightly and shoves his face into it taking a deep breath.

Finally Rindou reaches into his bag and held out a stuffed bat. (Name) perked up and quickly snatched it and finally started releasing happy pheromones. The others relaxed and smiled at the happy pregnant Omega. (Name) kissed Rindou's cheek and started purring happily.

Maybe they won't punish the guard for interrupting them today. Since they got to see their Omega happy and purring again. It feels like its been a while. After a few bites of food (Name) turned glaring at the now relaxed Alphas. "Now which one of you assholes has me always craving SPICY FOOD?!" They slumped. It was nice while it lasted.

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑀𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑧, 𝑓𝑡. 𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑈𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑠 ♪

༺ Property Of Bonten ༻

Oneshot ~ All Of Hybrid Bonten x Female Reader

Summary ~ You find three exotic cat hybrids knocked out in a random alleyway on your way to your car, so you take them home, unaware of who they truly are.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho, Kokonoi Hajime, Akashi Takeomi, and the Haitani Brothers

Extra Notes ~ This is by far the best one shot I’ve ever written, in my opinion.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

You grunt as you walk into your living room, kicking the door shut behind you as the limp body weighs heavily on your back. You walk to your bedroom, setting the male next to the other two hybrids you had found injured in an alleyway on your way to your car.

Once you release the male on the bed, you stretch your back, a satisfying crack reaching your ears. You sigh as you examine the three strangers lying asleep on your bed.

The male on the far left is curled in a fetal position, claws slightly protruding from the hands that lie near his face. Tiger ears are flat against his head, silky dark hair pulled into a loose bun, two blonde strands lying over his face. A striped tail shapes the back of his legs. You find the minor twitches of his body cute, the tattoo on his neck clashing with the innocent features.

Lying in the middle of your bed is a platinum-haired man with lion ears poking through his head. He is the only one in the room wearing casual clothing, and he is the shortest hybrid. His claws also slightly protrude from his nail beds. He sleeps on his back, one hand next to his face while the other lies flat on the surface. The lion’s tail is curled over his own body.

You notice the darkness under his eyes, indicating that this might be the best sleep he’s had in a while despite the circumstances. You figure they must be businessmen of some sort, considering two of the hybrids wear suits. You have no clue why they were lying on the ground of an alley, but you know it probably wasn’t because they wanted to.

The hybrid on the right is lying on the right side of his body. His arms mimic the tiger’s position, though farther from his mouth. Patterned, pierced ears protrude behind the bangs that rest over his forehead, while the rest of his hair drapes over his shoulders. The jaguar’s tail is curved behind him, low purrs emerging from his chest.

After observing the cats, you grab some clothes to change into. Once you rid yourself of the work clothes you’d worn from the DVD shop where you worked, you snatch a blanket from your closet and head to the living room. You decide to wait until morning to give them time to wake up so you can send them home.

Light shines through the cracked curtains of your living room. You groan as you feel the ache in your back from sleeping on the couch, eyelids cracking open as you’re brought to reality. Your body jolts as golden pecs catch you by surprise.

You lean on your elbows, eyeing the tiger hovering over you. Your eyebrows furrow as you take in the man standing over your figure. You wonder how long he’s been standing there.

“C—can I help you?” you ask the male, who eyes you with an unreadable expression.

Hybrids are known to be intimidating creatures within society because of their halfling abilities that regular humans do not have. Although they live alongside your species, some are known to be aggressive. It was easier to make the decision to help them when they were asleep. Now, you have no idea what to expect. You realize you may not have thought this through, but you couldn’t leave them out in the open with the creeps who prey on their vulnerabilities.

Your eyes widen as you feel a hard object press against the top of your head, the culprit cocking the gun against you. Your eyes shift upward as you lean your head back.

The pink-haired jaguar stands over you with piercing blue eyes, his bright eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. He gives you a cold stare, his unreadable expression leaving you as frozen in place as the weapon. His ears are flat against his head.

“Who are you?” the tiger asks softly, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stares down at you. Despite his calm composure, his tail thrashes behind him.

“My name is Y/n. I found you three in a random alley and brought you here,” you reply cautiously.

“Why did you bring us here?” The jaguar’s sharper tone cuts through the air.

“Because you were clearly knocked out against your will. It would’ve been dangerous for me to leave you in such a vulnerable position,” you respond truthfully.

You keep your gaze brief, blinking and looking away, knowing that staring into their eyes could make them feel threatened—something you definitely don’t want to do with a gun to your head.

Your heart thumps against your chest as you stare ahead, anxiety tightening your chest and covering your arms in goosebumps.

The tiger lets out a soft chuckle, almost amused, though there’s a lingering edge to it. “Couldn’t leave us, huh?”

He glances over his shoulder at the jaguar, who’s still holding the gun, his blue eyes cold and calculating. “What do you think, Sanzu? Should we be flattered?”

“Flattered?” Sanzu snorts, his grip on the weapon tightening. “She’s probably just stupid, Kazutora.”

“Hey,” Kazutora says, tossing a playful grin at Sanzu before returning his gaze to you. “Don’t listen to him. He’s cranky when he wakes up. Though…” His golden eyes narrow slightly. “He’s not wrong about it being stupid. You don’t know us. You don’t know what we’re capable of.”

The sound of footsteps interrupts the tense conversation, and your chest tightens as the lion hybrid steps into the room.

His gaze shifts to you, and you feel frozen under the weight of it. He steps closer, his lion’s tail curling behind him as his eyes narrow slightly.

“You brought us here?” he asks, his tone quiet but firm.

You nod, your throat dry. “Yes. I found you in an alley. You were unconscious, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We can’t stay here,” The male states, his expression tired as he begins to walk to the front door. “Grab her.”

Your eyes widened at his command. You immediately tense, your upper body fully upright as you grip your blanket.

“You can’t just take me with you! I have to work in a couple of hours and—!”

The boss’s gaze snaps back to you, his eyes cold with a flicker of his ear. “You made your choice when you brought us here.”

Claws wrap around your wrist before tugging you from the couch. They drag you out of the apartment behind the lion, in your pajamas and all. Your eyebrows furrow at the black SUV that awaits your arrival.

You are currently sitting on the long glass table, your legs cuffed in front of you, along with your cuffed wrists resting on your lap. You can feel the cold of the surface through the fabric of your pajama bottoms.

Your eyes are wide, with a concerned expression plastered on your face. You glance at all of the men sitting around you, the hybrids examining the human in front of them.

Sitting on the left side of you were two snow leopards and a black panther hybrid. The male on the left end had his back curved while resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His claws are protruding from his nail beds, a heavy-lidded gaze fixed on your form. His hair is styled in a mullet, a black symbol embedded on the front of his neck.

The taller leopard sat to the right of the shorter man. His ear flicked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as well as his legs. He wore the same purple-eyed gaze, as well as the symbol on his neck. His hair was a shorter style, gelled neatly on his head. You could see his tail poking from behind him as it swayed slowly.

The male on the far right had black ears protruding from his head, black bangs falling over his face. He had a large scar crossing one side of his forehead. His expression was unreadable as he sat with his back leaning against the chair, sitting in the same position as the leopard beside him but with his legs apart. The most interesting part about his appearance was the heterochromic irises that eyed your form.

Sitting to the right of you was a caracal hybrid and the tiger you met earlier. The unknown, black-eared cat had an iPad in his hand, swiping a claw against the screen as his slanted eyes focused on the device in front of him. His eyes were slanted, with white hair draping over one side of his shoulder. The other side of his head was shaven, with a black tattoo on his scalp resembling the same symbol as the males who had the ink drawn on their necks.

When you were brought in, there was an older jaguar who sat at the end of the table nearest to the door. You could smell the burning fumes of a lit cigar swirling through the atmosphere. His hair was slicked back, and the same patterned ears as Sanzu’s stood upright. You remember his tail swaying lazily as he leaned back in his chair.

“This is the human who kidnapped us,” Kazutora teased with a smirk.

The taller snow leopard hummed with mild amusement, a low rumble escaping his chest. “Kidnapped you, huh? Like stray kittens?” he responded. A smirk grows on his face, fangs appearing. “That’s cute.”

The snow leopard beside him clicked his tongue. “More like reckless,” he muttered, his gaze not leaving you.

“What kind of person drags three unconscious hybrids into their home? Were you even thinking?” The panther questioned with genuine curiosity.

“Clearly not. What a naive human,” the older man behind you states.

“I didn’t know what else to do. They were all just lying there, unconscious. I couldn’t leave them out on the street,” you say in defense.

“How… noble of you,” the caracal sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I doubt you understand what you’ve done. It’s up to Mikey now.”

At this point, you’re beginning to regret your actions. Had they not wanted to be saved? How were you supposed to know?

The energy of the room became tense when the door clicked open behind you. Your head turned in the direction of the lion and jaguar walking into the room. The shorter man sat down in the chair at the end of the table in front of you. Sanzu took the seat next to the caracal hybrid.

Mikey’s gaze was cold and unrelenting, though his demeanor remained calm. His ears stood upright as he sat cross-legged in the chair, his arms resting over his lap. His tail draped over his left leg. Sanzu eyed you with a similar expression to the snow leopards, though his was sharper.

“I didn’t mean to start anything. I just want to go home,” you say to the boss, pleading with your eyes.

For the first time in your life, you miss your job. You’d rather be there than stuck here with these intimidating halflings.

“You’re not leaving,” he states. Your eyes widen at the declaration.

“But why? I won’t say anything!”

“You know too much,” he replies, his voice eerily calm.

“Kakucho,” Mikey says, the panther nodding before turning his attention to you.

“I found the culprits who drugged them. It was a setup that Kazutora, Sanzu, and Mikey walked into. If you hadn’t intervened when you did, the humans would’ve come back to finish the job,” Kakucho explains.

“Believe it or not, the boss is grateful for what you’ve done. So, he’s giving you two options,” Kakucho begins, his tone stern. “You can either stay at headquarters, or you can leave with a bullet in your head.”

You gasp at the so-called options you’ve been given. Can you even count them as choices? You look the lion directly in the eyes.

“Look, I get that I might know more than I should and I’ve seen too much, but these options are complete bullshit,” you hiss in frustration. The caracal’s eyes widen, and a few of the other members react with surprise.

“You don’t understand. Why the hell would I snitch on you when that would just get me killed? Do you really think I wouldn’t be happy just to go home and live my normal life?”

“Are you crazy?” the man behind you hissed.

“She’s out of her mind,” the taller snow leopard said, his voice laced with bewilderment.

“What an idiot,” the shorter one muttered, arms crossed as he cast you a disdainful glance.

“Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Kakucho asked, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Our king gives you a proposition, and you shit on it? Who do you think you are?” Sanzu snapped, his tail thrashing behind him and his ears twisted back against his head. There was a crazed shimmer in his eyes as he scowled at you.

Kazutora and the caracal watched you with quizzical stares, their expressions unreadable but no less piercing.

“Enough,” Mikey said, his tone as calm as it had been throughout the entire discussion.

“Would you like to die, Y/n?” he asked, his gaze unrelenting. You already knew where this was headed. You shook your head in response.

“Then this meeting is over,” he declared.

A couple of months have passed since you were forced to stay within Bonten’s shared estate. You never expected to live within a domain of hybrid criminals, but here you are. It has been a lot smoother than you expected. You’ve become quite acquainted with the men, having nothing else to do but get situated within your new circumstances.

Although everything has been as smooth as it can be, you were upset about no longer having your own phone or apartment. The caracal, Kokonoi, bought you a new phone—one with parental controls to keep an eye on what you do in case you rat them out. Your social media use was limited since you weren’t allowed to post anything, not that you did much anyway.

You missed having your own place despite having your own spacious bedroom. At least the view of the city below was beautiful. As for your time in the estate, you’ve become quite the unpaid maid, but out of your own will.

Considering you don’t have any responsibilities, you’ve picked up some habits such as cleaning, cooking (to the best of your abilities), crafting (supplied by Kokonoi), and anything else you can possibly use to pass the time.

“You know,” Kazutora begins as he finishes chewing his food. “You’re like a mom.” His ears are straight up, his tail curved at the end.

You raise an eyebrow at his statement after grabbing his plate from the counter. It’s just you and him in the penthouse, the rest of the men on a mission while he’s on watch duty for you.

“A mom? What do you mean?” you question with genuine confusion.

“Actually, I mean a housewife,” he says while looking up in contemplation, his hair draping over his shoulders. He wears casual attire as he sits at the bar.

“I am not like a housewife. I don’t have anything else to do, so why not be useful?” you shrug in response, finishing wiping the dish before placing it in the dishwasher.

“Doesn’t matter. You still do the work,” he says. “I think it’s cute,” he smirks.

Heat rushes to your face, but you blow it off by rolling your eyes.

“Shut up,” you respond as you pull your phone out of your pocket, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room to sit on the couch.

You ignore the purring tiger who lies on your lap. Kazutora seems to be the most warmed up to you. He’s very touchy and always wants head caresses. Ever since that one moment you both had a couple of weeks ago, he’s been very affectionate.

You heard curses and crashes coming from down the hall of your bedroom. It caused you to throw the covers off your lower body before walking towards the sound. You knew it had to be the tiger; everyone else had been busy with their work.

You follow the growling and thuds as you reach the door.

“Kazutora?” you call out cautiously.

You had no clue why you were even bothering with this. You always have to be captain-save-a-hoe and put yourself in situations to help.

You couldn’t deny your people-pleaser tendencies. At least you were aware of them. Despite the circumstances, you did feel a sense of obligation in helping the men, considering they kept you alive when they didn’t have to. Not that it’s a privilege.

The door shoots open to reveal an enraged Kazutora. His eyes are teary as his ears are twisted backward and flat against his head. His hair is messily pulled back, and he’s breathing hard, fangs out. His tail is thrashing behind him, and his pupils are dilated.

Although he looked scary, you couldn’t deny the pull in your being. He looked so vulnerable and broken. You genuinely couldn’t help but feel bad for whatever he was going through.

“Get away from me,” he hissed, eyes squinting with rage.

In any other event, you would’ve listened. You had never wanted to act in the cringy way you see characters act in fiction or movies, but you couldn’t help but want to comfort him.

You understood the rage in his eyes. It reminded you of yourself. You’ve had very bad moments in your life, especially with your mental health. You knew that whatever was bothering him was eating him from the inside out.

“Do you need a hug?” you question, slightly awkwardly. You didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, so you decided to ask for permission. Sometimes, people just need a little boost of support from someone else.

They probably need it more in this kind of industry.

His expression shifted to shock as he eyed you. He knew you were serious. He could sniff your genuineness in the air. He could tell by examining the concerned expression on your face. The look on your face—it was beautiful.

You were surprised when arms wrapped around your waist, and moisture formed on your shoulder as he wept. Your hands wrapped around him, one caressing his head as you allowed him to use you as a crutch.

He held you tightly, secure against his body, as his tail also wrapped around you. You hadn’t known the sense of security you had given him at that moment. You were unaware of how this would significantly change your dynamic with each other.

“I wanna smoke,” he groans as you scratch his scalp, his ears and tail tensing at the sensation. "You should join me again."

“I’d like to, but last time I did, Akashi lectured me and Kakucho got upset,” you sighed. You could really use a fatty right now, and Kazutora rolls the best ones.

He turned his head to face you with an unamused expression.

“You're really gonna listen to them? Since when did you become so submissive and docile, Y/n?” he scoffed, one ear twitching.

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. “I'm not submissive or docile, Kazu. I just want to keep the peace.”

“Keep the peace,” he mocked you. “Fuck that! Smoke with me,” he said as he sat up and switched his position.

Both of his hands grasped your face as he pulled you so your noses would touch.

“Please, please, please!” he whined. You could feel his claws poking the skin on your face.

“Fine, fine, fine. But if I have to hear from them again, I'm gonna be pissed,” you groaned.

You had fallen asleep on the couch long after you both smoked a blunt. Kazutora was lying across the couch with his head propped on a pillow. You slept in his arms, something you were unaware of.

He had made sure to mix in a little wax so it would knock you out harder than usual because he wanted to hold you longer. He didn't want to risk waking you up. He held you tight against his chest as he pressed his lips against your head.

He shifted positions to pull you on top of him, your head in between his shoulder and neck with one arm on his chest. One of his hands rested on your thigh while the other was wrapped around your waist.

“You don't know what you fucking do to me, Y/n,” he groaned as his grip tightened around your body. He bit his lip as he felt his cock harden in his pants.

He’s so fucking in love with you. He’d take you right now if his boss and fellow gang members weren’t on the way home. You had no idea how you affected them. You drive them all crazy and you don’t even have the slightest idea. Such a stupid girl.

“You talked her into smoking weed again, didn’t you?”

Kakucho and Kokonoi made it home before the rest of the men. When they walked in on the display, Kakucho could tell that you had smoked just by how knocked out you were, not to mention the earthy scent filling the room. Had you been sleeping normally, you would’ve never allowed Kazutora to have you in this position.

“Of course I did,” Kazutora chuckled as Kakucho peeled you out of the tiger’s arms.

The panther’s ears twitched as his tail swayed in annoyance. He secured your arms around his neck and your legs on his sides as he held your thighs, walking you to your bedroom.

“Hope you’re ready for whatever Takeomi is gonna do to you,” he whispered as he set you on the bed.

He stared at you while you slept, reminiscing on your shared moment from a month ago. He had caught you in your bedroom crying your eyes out. You were bent over on the edge of your bed, your hands covering your face.

You only noticed him when he walked into the room, which caused you to flinch and quickly use your sleeves to wipe your eyes. He could sense your embarrassment as he sat beside you.

“No need to wipe your eyes. I’ve already seen you cry,” he said. He watched you sniff and pull yourself together before you muttered, “Whatever, I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time,” he told you, his hand softly grazing your back.

You allowed him to sit there and caress you as you glared at the floor. He didn’t say anything else, but he did stay with you for a while. One thing he learned from that moment on was that he loved to see those tears streaming down your face.

His hand covered his mouth as he felt the heat rush to his face, his gaze still on your sleeping form. He imagined your watery eyes looking up at him, pleading for him to help you. He loved to see you so vulnerable, so fragile. His fangs caught his bottom lip as he imagined you reaching for him, yearning for him.

“Goddamnit,” he whispered before walking out of the bedroom so he wouldn’t pounce on you.

It was the middle of the day, and it was the Haitani brothers’ turn to watch you. You always despised their shift, as they would always treat you like a pet. Sure, at times the brothers were funny, but all in all, they often demeaned you because of your human status.

“Come on, Y/n. Open wide!” Rin said, bringing the end of the chopsticks to your lips. You turned your head to the side to dodge him. His ears were upright as his tail curved up.

Your arms were crossed as you were forced to sit on Ran’s lap, the coffee table in front of you all as they sat on the sofa.

“How are you gonna treat me like a child with my own cooking? Did you slave away in the kitchen to feed a bunch of fucking overgrown human-cats? I didn’t think so,” you hissed with irritation.

“So much anger in such a weak body. How do you hold all of that energy, Y/n?” Ran cooed, his chin on your shoulder as his tail curled over your leg.

“Right? She’s being such a bad pet. Eat your food, Y/n. Or do I need to use my fingers?” Rin teased.

Heat rushed to your face at his statement. They smirked when they smelt your humiliation. They loved to make you feel hot. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment didn’t really matter. The brothers loved being in control of your emotions.

Despite their love of fooling around, the leopards had a deep-rooted infatuation with you. They didn’t want to admit, just yet, that it was love. However, they knew that it was something special.

“Let me go, Ran!” You gasped as you felt him nuzzle the skin of your neck, nibbling the area as he scented you.

Now that’s one thing neither of them could ever do. They could never let you go. You were just too fucking precious. Ever since you had caught them by surprise, they knew that you were special.

“You both always joke around and act like you don’t care about anything, but I know that you do. You’re probably the type of people who have thoughts racing through your mind, and yet you say nothing if it’s not playful or mockery. You’d rather act nonchalant and pretend you don’t feel things because that’s your defense. I get it, but it won’t work on me.”

Then you had the nerve to walk out of the room like you didn’t just make them freeze in their seats, staring at your figure in shock. How did you read through them? Why did you even try? How long had you been observing them to even notice?

Their lives were full of nothing but a lack of consequence, indulgence, and escapism. Despite the circumstances of your stay, you brought them a sense of normalcy. Stability. So unfortunately for you, they would never let you go.

“We should tell Koko to buy her a collar with, ‘Property of Bonten,’ on it,” Ran mused. Rin nodded in response.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t yet, with the amount of clothes and accessories he buys her,” Rin responded before turning his attention to you. “What do you think, pet, hm? I think it would look so pretty on your neck.”

“Or she should get the Bonten symbol tattooed on her neck and match ours, don’t ya think?” Rin added.

“Oh yeah, or in the middle of her breasts,” Ran said.

“Ow!” He whined as you squeezed his tail harshly.

“Is this where you want me to put the files, Koko?” you ask for reassurance, not wanting to mess up the placement.

The caracal glanced over from his desk before nodding.

“Yes, that’s fine,” he stated. “You know, you don’t need to do anything, Y/n.”

“Oh, I know. I just really appreciate all that you do to make sure everything is organized,” you respond.

Kokonoi had been the sole provider when it came to everyone’s finances—especially yours. He kept all the files in order and did quite a bit of work that nobody else seemed to notice except for Mikey. You liked to give him the appreciation that you never saw him receive. Since you couldn’t return the gesture conventionally, you did all you could by either helping out or praising him.

You looked back at the filing cabinet, missing the heat that rushed to his face, as well as his tensed tail and ears. Despite your attitude problem, you were such a sweetheart.

Kokonoi lived in a world where everyone constantly used him for his resources and gave no thanks in return. Not only had you never asked him for anything, but you also praised him every chance you got. He didn’t know that a human could be so attentive. You paid close attention to detail, which was his favorite quality about you.

You would never know that he consistently thought about you 24/7. He had separated your financial account from everyone else’s shared account. He loved to give to you whenever he could. It even had him contemplating the Haitani brothers’ request to buy you a specialized collar. Maybe he could even buy a separate one with his name engraved on the front.

“This is so pretty! Thank you, Koko! I really love it,” you boast, eyeing the attire in the mirror.

He stood to the side with a smirk, his eyes scanning your form. He knew it would look perfect on you. You're such a fucking doll.

Sweet, sweet girl.

That's why it felt like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest, clawing the organ as he read through one of your chats on his iPad. The parental settings allowed him to monitor your text messages as they were sent to another device. And that's where he found a conversation between you and some random human male that you had deleted

Some guy from your past.

Someone who promised to help you escape.

You betrayed him.

“Ouch! Akashi, stop!” You exclaimed through tears.

You were forced to sit on the older hybrid’s lap with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You receive your punishment for having smoked with Kazutora against Takeomi’s wishes.

The cigar burned against the skin of your thigh, another bruise forming as he repeatedly pressed the stick onto the surface. The smell of burning flesh reached your nose as you yelped and cried.

“You fucking asshole! I—it hurts!”

“You can take it, Honey,” he grinned, fangs fierce as he tightened his grip.

He loved how much of a spitfire you are. He loves that you don’t follow rules. That you’re not a docile, submissive little human that bows down to those stronger than you. Not unless you’re forced to.

He loves to have a reason to punish you. That’s why he was excited when Kakucho told him exactly what you did, that fucking freak.

“If you would’ve listened then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, right?” He continued to burn you as his claws pressed against your hip.

He absolutely loves to force you to submit to him. He loves when there is a challenge. It’s what he initially loved about you.

“Are you done mocking me, you fucking bastard?” You were fed up with his teasing. He continued to push you whenever he could with his unwanted remarks.

Takeomi’s amused expression falters for a moment. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. His eyes widen as he watches you, feeling an unfamiliar rush—a mix of fury and something else. He’s impressed, but also enraged. He leans in, his lips curling into a smirk.

“You think you can talk to me like that?” His voice is low, his tone dangerous. He watches you, calculating how much further he can push.

“If you want me to stop, you know what to do,” he growled in your ear, fangs grazing your neck.

You gasped once you felt the rock against your ass.

“Wait—okay, I won’t do it again, alright? Please, I’m sorry!” You say as you try to release his grip, anxiety striking you as you fear where this may lead.

“I don’t believe you,” he says while burning your flesh once more. A scream released from your throat in response.

Whenever he was done punishing you, Kakucho would then appear like a knight in shining armor. He’d eye your face while purring as he’d lift you up. You were so embarrassed that you would hide yourself on his shoulder as he carried you out. Kakucho and Takeomi would give each other a knowing glance.

Although they are all sick when it comes to you, the younger Jaguar takes the cake. Despite the man having the most delicate face of them all, he was the most sadistic. You feared him the most aside from Mikey.

“S—sanzu, please,” you slurred, tears streaming down your face as the drug in your system caused you to feel heightened anxiety.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your face as he lay on top of you, missionary style.

Despite both of your clothes being on, it was still an intimate position. You watch in horror as he lowered himself to your bare chest, breasts barely covered by the torn fabric.

His tongue glided with the soft skin. He slowly sucked the area before giving the skin a final kiss. His pupils were large, indicating his lack of soberness. His tail swayed slowly behind him as his ears twitched. He kept his gaze on your trembling form, your eyes meeting as you tried to sluggishly push him away.

“S—Sanzu,” you whined in sorrow.

God, he loves you like this. He loves how fragile you are. It’s so easy to break you down. He revels in the way your vulnerability makes you so utterly his. He loves to leave his marks on you—bruises, scratches, bites. Whether it’s from his claws, his teeth, or the sharp edge of his katana, he takes pride in branding you as his.

After all, you’re Bonten’s property.

And what’s his will always bear his mark.

“Look at you. So fucking weak,” he groaned.

“I could kill you right now, and you wouldn't be able to stop me,” he grinned.

His hands pushed your thighs higher, claws sinking into your skin and drawing blood. You cried loudly, sobbing as your head fell onto the pillow and your eyes squeezed shut.

Unlike Takeomi, Sanzu didn't need a reason to hurt you—he did it simply because he enjoyed it.

You screamed when his fangs pierced the skin of your chest.

Mikey was in love with the way you took care of him. Not only did your presence ease his mind, but your comfort helped him fall asleep. Whether you caressed his head or held him against your chest, he would fall into a deep slumber.

At some point, he realized how much he hated waking up without you, and that’s when you started sleeping in his bedroom. You were always so attentive, so willing to help.

“I can take care of myself,” Mikey muttered under his breath as you adjusted the bandage on his arm, though his tone came out softer than he intended.

You gave him a sincere gaze. “I know. But I want to.”

The compassion in your expression did something to Mikey. He started to see you as more than just a captive or an inconvenience. You were someone who made him feel human again. And suddenly, he needed your presence more than ever.

“Mikey,” you whined as you carried him to his bedroom on your back, “you’re awfully heavy for someone so skinny.”

He stayed curled against you, arms draped over your shoulders as his tail stood upright and curved at the tip. One ear twitched forward while the other stood straight up. His eyes were closed as he nuzzled against you.

You are his comfort. He relies on your presence. That’s why he would never let you go. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you leaving Bonten in any way. That’s why, when Kokonoi showed him the texts between you and that human man, he felt the familiar coldness he hadn’t experienced since the Three Deities gang war.

“How could you do this to me, Y/n?” Kazutora questioned you as he grasped your face, his claws piercing your skin and smearing blood.

You gaze at his wide, teary eyes. You couldn’t focus your full attention on him while the puddle of red liquid seeped through your bottoms. Your hands trembled against his as you tried to remove his hold.

“Y—you’re monsters,” you breathed out as you slowly looked over at the mauled corpse lying near you.

The man who had found you on social media was an old friend. It started with a simple message, a casual conversation.

After a month of talking, you both began to open up. Slowly but surely, he managed to get you to tell him the truth about what was really going on. Desperate for a true companion, you vented to him relentlessly.

“They're making me so uncomfortable, F/n. I'm scared that they're gonna hurt me,” you whispered over the phone, your voice shaky. You knew everyone was out on a mission. For once, you were home alone, with only guards stationed outside. It was the perfect time to release the weight of everything you'd been holding back.

You updated him on the events that occurred recently.

“K-Kazutora, stop!”

“Do you hate me, Y/n? Is that why you're acting like this?” he cried, his voice cracking as he grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer. His claws dug into your skin just enough to make you wince, his flattened ears twitching as his tail thrashed behind him.

“N—no! I just don’t feel like hanging out right now! I need time for myself. I’m always around one of you! Can’t I just breathe?” You huffed.

“Why would you even need to breathe? Do I disgust you? Am I not worthy of your time? Why are you playing with my fucking emotions?” He growled before shoving you onto your bed.

Tears streamed down your face as he climbed on top of you, pinning you to the bed as your noses touched. You sob along with his weeping as he repeatedly kissed your face.

“Please, Y/n. Tell me you love me. I need to know that you love me! God, you—you’re making me go fucking crazy! I want to hurt you for making me feel this way,” he whimpered as you cried.

“Kazutora, please stop! You’re scaring me!”

He tears the fabric of your top before grabbing both of your breasts. Your body twitches as his tongue slides along your nipple.

“Everything about you is mine. Your time, your energy, and your body,” he hissed before his claws wrapped around your neck.

“Tell me you love me. Who do you belong to?” He grit through his teeth. His eyes narrowed as his hand squeezed your airway shut.

“Tell me before I fucking kill you.”

“I—I love you! I love you so fucking much, Kazutora!”

His eyes softened as you cried and struggled to breathe. His other hand lowers, claws vanishing into his nail-beds as he reaches into your pants.

“That’s right, baby. Who do you belong to?” He cooed as the tears from his eyes dry. Relief washes over his reddened face.

“You! I belong to you,” you whined with your hands gripping his wrist. You cried harder when you felt his finger find your clit.

“I don’t want this! Please, let me go! Kakucho, make him stop, please!” You sobbed, your face a mess as he held you tightly.

“Relax,” he cooed, caressing your head. “You gotta calm down so it doesn’t hurt.”

Your eyes widen as you feel your unprepped vagina stretching open. The pain intensifies the deeper his cock sinks inside. Rin’s hand grasps the bed as he leaned forward to hover over your back.

Tears stream down your face as you glare at the red hue appearing on Kakucho’s face. You felt hopeless as you saw his lust-filled gaze. You drop your head on his shoulder, your arms locked under his skull.

“Sorry, Y/n. Kakucho isn’t gonna save you. He’s enjoying your cries too much,” Rin teased, earning a glare from Kakucho.

“He’s as sick as the rest of us,” Akashi chuckled as he slid his hand up-and-down his wet cock, testicles tensing as he slightly lifted his hips.

You gasp as you feel another pressure on your backside. Kakucho’s hand tightens around the back of your neck as your body freezes against the new painful sensation.

“This is perfect,” Ran smiled as he pushed the rest of the rubber cock inside of your ass. The lubed toy is trapped within your anal walls.

Rin moaned. “Fuck, that felt so good,” he said lowly, your pussy clenching around his cock in the process of Ran pushing the rubber object inside of you. A furry tail hangs from the toy.

“You can take it, just breathe,” Kakucho whispered against your ear before pressing his lips against your lobe and purring.

Your body was trembling as Rin began to thrust his hips. His cock penetrates your pussy at a steady pace. You felt the girth slide against your vaginal walls.

“That’s right, you’re doing so fucking good,” Kakucho praised you as he felt his own girth hardening from the noises you make. He could tell that you tried to hold back, but with every rock of your body came a whimper that accidentally slipped from your mouth. It was so delicious.

“Can I trust you to always be honest with me?” Kokonoi questioned you.

His thumb caressed your bottom lip before his hand shifted to the side of your face. You both lie naked under his covers.

He was always the most gentle with you when it came to sex. His touches were soft and delicate as if you were something that could be broken.

“Yes, Koko,” you respond.

He was the only one that you had given consent to touch you because of how he never took from you. He always asked first and was so appreciative of what you allowed. He was so nice to you. At this point, you craved kindness from another person that didn’t derive out of manipulation or coercion. He treated you the best out of all of the hybrids, despite his controlling tendencies.

“Hajime. I told you to call me Hajime, please,” he breathed against you once he lowered his head to your neck, his tail swirling around your thigh.

You whimper as you feel his lengthy cock slide within your soaking vaginal walls. He grinds against you at a slow pace to make sure he aimed for your g-spot. His moans were sensual, so passionate as he fucked into you.

While he continued to thrust himself inside of you, he said, “You haven’t been honest with me at all, Y/n.”

Your breath hitched as you eyed him with confusion. You bit your lip to contain a moan from slipping as he thrusts against you harder.

“You tried to hide it from me and you failed,” he began, thrusting harder as his eyes narrowed. His ears became flat as a red hue formed on his face. “You’re so selfish.”

“H—Hajime, what the hell are you talking about?” You were beginning to feel scared. Both of his hands held your face as he began to fuck into you at a faster pace than usual. He’s becoming aggressive, his claws piercing your skin.

“I thought you were a sweet girl, but you’re nothing but a sneaky little bitch,” he hissed before he pulled back, one hand plastered on the bed as the other gripped your thigh.

“I—I’m no—!” Your nose scrunched as your eyes shut tight. Your mouth hung open as he penetrated you at a rougher pace. You felt every hit to your cervix.

“You’re so pathetic,” Mikey whispered while the back of your head lay against his chest. “You’re already gonna cum?”

He held your legs up while his cock was stuffed into your vagina. He forced you to cockwarm him as Sanzu sucked your clit. Mikey could feel your pussy clenching around him as your body twitched.

Between Mikey’s filthy whispers and Sanzu’s gaze from below, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. There was a pressure in your abdomen that was warm. It was conflicting with the circumstances of your situation.

Your hips twitched slightly as the head of Mikey’s cock rubbed against your g-spot and clit slid against Sanzu’s tongue, who moaned against your pussy.

“Gonna rub yourself against me like this? You’re so fucking dirty,” Mikey whispered before his fangs sunk into the skin of your neck.

You grunt at the mixture of pain and pleasure as you orgasmed hard.

“I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. My skin is covered in bruises and cuts. I-I'm scared, F/n,” you groaned as you wiped your tears.

“We have to get you out of there, Y/n. They're taking advantage of you. It won't be long before they-!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you eye the phone after his line goes dead.

“This is what happens when you lie. You get other people hurt because of your mistake,” Kokonoi said as he crouched beside you with narrowed eyes. You fall back into the puddle of blood when you see the lace fabric in his hand.

“No! I am nobody's property, you fucking psychos!” you exclaim with rage as you think of his audacity. You accidentally bump into what's left of the pile of skeleton and organs that lie near you, flinching away in the process.

Your hand is on your chest as you shakily try to stand from the floor, trembling as you feel the sensation of nausea forming in the back of your throat.

“Oh God,” you groan, bent over as you eye what's left of F/n. You ignore the pair of shoes of someone standing next to your head.

“You're a mess, Y/n. Let's go home,” Kakucho said as he reached for you. You slap his hand away, which pisses Akashi off.

“You're acting like a fucking brat. Get up,” he demanded as he snatched you by the wrist, instantly pulling you to your feet as his tail thrashed behind him.

You beat against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. He forced you to face away from him to the rest of Bonten.

“You disrespect us and have the nerve to act like this?” he growled as you thrashed in his hold.

You see that the Haitani brothers stare at the display with unreadable expressions.

Although they give no indication of any emotion, you can feel that they are disappointed with you. There's disdain behind those eyes, and it's insanely uncomfortable.

Sanzu wears the same expression as he stood in front of you. Tears continue to stream down your face as you eye the gun aimed at your forehead.

“I told you that you could either stay here or die,” Mikey begins while sitting on top of a crate. His legs are spread as he rests his arms against his lap, leaning over in the seat. His gaze is cold and unrelenting, a swirl of masked rage behind the voids.

“So tell me, Y/n. Do you want your life or do you want to leave?”

“I-I want to live, Mikey,” you said as your head dropped.

“Good.”

“If this happens again, I'll kill you.”

And so you are forced to wear the collar that reads, "Property of Bonten," and you're forbidden from ever leaving headquarters despite someone guarding you. Any trust they had for you had been lost as you live amongst the intimidating men, despite them treating you as they did before.

[rozcdust]

I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 500ish

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten

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The breakfast passed with Kazutora stubbornly trying to get to know Kakucho better - no matter the man’s valiant attempts of evading Kazutora’s curiosity - the latter was a relentless chatterbox in hours even Sanzu would find ungodly early to try and speak.

By ungodly early, Kakucho means before 1 p.m.

He picked up on the fact that Kazutora was apparently an early bird, the habit of waking up at 6 a.m. sharp still heavily instilled in him, even if it has been nearly a decade since he got out of prison - today was an exception, considering the events of last night exhausted everyone present, but still.

Kazutora clearly perfected the art of being both a talker and an excellent listener, with a soothing smile and perfectly placed nods whenever the conversation demanded it, bright, amber eyes shining with more life than Kakucho has personally seen in years.

It probably said something depressing about his joyless excuse of a life.

Kazutora’s optimism and genuine desire to get to know him made Kakucho feel exceedingly small. Kazutora, even while knowing his background, seemed kind, gentle, lithe shoulders perfectly relaxed even in the company of a wanted criminal, silky smooth hair cascading down his back, back slightly slouched so his collar bones were revealed, showing off the end of his tattoo.

You seemed to ignore the conversation between the two men entirely, only offering brief, sarcastic commentary upon request, busy braiding and unbraiding a small section of Kazutora’s hair as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The coffee was better than anything Kakucho has tasted before.

“So yeah, y/n loves to trash Fight Club, but they rewatch that damn fucking movie at least once every other month.” Kazutora smiled at your scowling face, only a roll of your eyes indicating your true annoyance as you proclaimed Kazutora a traitorous bastard, letting go of his hair only to take hold of it again.

“It is a homoerotic, satirical movie mocking toxic masculinity, and then dudebros salivate over Tyler Durden and call him an alpha male. That man is a peacock*. I’m not admitting I like that shit publicly.”

“I think Ran likes that movie, actually.” Kakucho remarks, tilting his head - he’s pretty sure Ran told him about it before.

You snort, shaking your head.

“Of course he does.” You clicked your tongue, “He doesn’t get it. Next you're gonna tell me he loves Clockwork Orange too."

“Y/n is a bit of a movie snob.” Kazutora took your hand into his - he glances up at you, silently asking your permission - upon a slight nod of your head, he smiled, planting a soft kiss on your wrist.

Such an innocent little gesture.

It has Kakucho's chest aching.

"I don't think he does." Kakucho tilts his head, scratching his cheek, "He mentioned how he hated the main character."

Your quirk an eyebrow, sipping your coffee.

"Well. Maybe he isn't a hopeless dumb bitch."

"He truly isn't that bad."

You choked on your drink, glaring at the scarred man - he shrunk under your gaze.

"Get out of my house."

a/n: i'm alive. shockingly.

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[luna0713hunter]

Wonder If She Loves Me

⊰⊹its 3 in the morning and Izana misses you.

˙❥˙ warnings : breakup,makeup, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

♫♪ music : Wonder if she loves me By JVKE

a/n : maybe this got too angst...oops? Hope you enjoy it tho, darling @milky-aeons

It's 3 in the morning and Izana can't sleep.

He's been staring at his ceiling for the past 2 hours or so (honestly he has lost the track of time),and something interesting about the cracks on the walls has his eyes wondering over to them every five minutes. his throat is slightly aching, but he cant really bring himself to get up and have a glass of water;so he just lays there,with his violet eyes wide open and his hands clamps over his chest. Usually,on these kind of nights,he would busy himself scrolling through his phone.

Not tonight though.

It's been a whole week since Izana had checked his phone; he's sure it's death already,but that's for the best. He doesn't need to look at his phone because there are only pictures of you greeting him.

He doesn't need a reminder of you.

But as time goes by,and the clock keeps ticking,Izana lets out a loud groan and pulls his pillow from under his head,and pushes it against his face;he desperately tries to stop himself from reaching out for his phone. To unlock it and find your contact.

To push a single button and call you, but he cant.

Because Izana is too much of a burden,and he knows that you deserve way better. You,who has the heart of gold,smile brighter than the sun,and gods above,your eyes-

Izana misses you. But he can't do anything about it;after all,he was the one who pushed you away. He was the one who suggested you two take a break. And like a coward he is,he just holed up inside his house for a week,not bothering to go outside or talk to anyone. But as each minute goes by, Izana's eye twitches more-

He reaches over and takes his phone.

Its dead,as expected;and he has to wait until the screen is lightened up again when he plugs it in. There are lots of missed calls and texts from his friends,and its a wonder that none of them have brought the door down already. They probably know he's not in the mood and just let him be for awhile. As Izana's scrolling down his texts,his phone vibrates in his hands and upon seeing the ID,he answers it with a sigh.

"What is it,Kakucho-"

"You have some balls to talk like that,Izana. I was about to grab an axe from the storage and knock your door down." Kakucho sounds mad. Izana doesnt understands why, "you've been ignoring our calls and texts all week. You've had all of us worried sick!we didn't know if you were death or alive or-"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why have you been worried?"

There's silence on the other side,and the Kakucho sighs. Izana can particularly see him pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Stop with that. You know we..." Another pause. "..care about you." Kakucho finishes awkwardly.

And Izana doesnt get that; because all his life,no one's ever cared about him. Not when his own mother abounded him. Not when his older brother died and left him all alone.

And there's you.

Izana didn't know he loved you well pasted your friendship. He always though its just a friendship thing;like how he doesn't mind having Kakucho around. But as time passed by,he understood he didn't just like having you around;he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to call you his;to hold your hand and hear your sweet laughter. To be the reason for your every smile,and protect you just like how he always wished to be protected.

But now you're gone,and its his fault.

"Is this about y/n?" His friend's voice brings him back to the reality.

Because Kakucho could always read him like an open book.

So he rolls over,and lays on his side;his eyes have long adjusted to the darkness,and the faint light coming from the clock on his bedside has him staring at the staring at the small picture frame that's sitted upon it;a picture of you when he had taken you on a ride for the first time. You're grinning so brightly in the picture; your hair is slightly tousled and your cheeks are flushed. The sky is sunny behind you,but your smile is brighter than any star. He stares at the picture until its craved on his mind,and when he closes his eyes,he can see your face behind his eyelids.

"Izana..." Kakucho's voice is softer this time, "call her. You know she loves you."

"I was the one who suggested this. I broke her heart."

"She understands."

"She deserves better." And at last,after a week long of staring aimlessly at the pictures on the wall,Izana finally grits out the thought that hunted his every waking moment and sleep.

Because it was true;you deserved someone better.

That's why Izana did this;why he broke your heart. Why he invited you over to your favorite cafe and when you were laughing about something silly that your friends did,he blurted out those words.

"Let's break up."

And he had given himself a moment to admire you one last time;to see how your face had crumbled,and your pretty smile had suddenly vanished completely. He waited and felt that sickening twisted in his heart;like a knife had dug itself deep in his chest. But he was sure a knife wound would've hurt less than the defeated look on your face.

He hadn't waited for you to ask why; because he couldn't tell you the reason. He couldn't bring himself to tell you how much you mean to him, but you deserve someone who's not so broken and obsessed with revenge.

So Izana had left;had rode home, feeling absolutely nothing. He had turned off his phone,and buried himself under his covers.

It's 3:15 am,and gods above,he misses you.

As if sensing his every thought, Kakucho breaks the heavy silence.

"Call her,Izana." And with that,he hangs up.

Izana listens to the silence before opening his eyes once again. He stares at the too bright screen of his phone,but he's just lost in the picture of the two of you as his wallpaper. The smiling face of his own face feels alien,but your blinding one is all too familiar.

The picture is months old,his favorite one yet,but it feels like he'd taken it yesterday.

The day he'd asked you to be his girlfriend,he had promised you he'll always protect you. You had laughed,called him your hero with a cheeky grin,and kissed him softly.

He had promised you to be a better man in his heart,but he was always good at breaking his promises.

But now,as he stares at your contact,and the clock shows 3:30 am,his finger hovers over the 'call' button;he knows you're sleeping. You dont have any reason to dwell over someone like him. Because he's a rotten soul,and he knows it fully well. But he can hear your voice telling him he's wrong;that you love him no matter what. He can see you frown,your beautiful eyes shining sadly as you cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

He can still feel the ghost of your lips on his skin.

Izana sighs and closes his eyes;he drops the phone on the mattress beside his head,the screen laying down. Like this,he can't see your smile on on his phone. Like this,blinded by the light of his phone,he can't momentarily see the picture frame on his bedside.

Like this,he can pretend you never existed;that he was all alone since day one.

But that's impossible. Stupid even; because the day you entered his life with your smile and understanding eyes,Izana hasn't been alone ever since. And now that you're gone, there's a hole in his heart;right in the middle of it where you belonged. No, that's not right.

There's a hole where his heart used to be,and the day he left you in that cafe,he clawed his heart out and left it with you there.

There's a hole in izana's chest that he knows will never be filled.

His room is quiet, eerily so. So when his phone starts vibrating right next to his face,his eyes snap open.

He's ready to tell Kakucho off;that he doesn't need to call you and ruin your life any further. He's ready to yell at his only friend,and then shut off his phone and never turn it back on again.

But when he turns his phone over and is ready to press the 'answer',he sees the ID.

Your name, along with the heart emojis you'd insisted he put beside it,makes him stare at the too bright screen until his eyes are burning.

Its almost 4 in the morning. There's no way you're calling him.

Maybe its just a dream;he hasn't slept well these past few days,always tossing and turning until the dawn. Maybe he'd fallen asleep the minute Kakucho had hang up. He's sure he's dreaming, because you're supposed to forget all about him;to move on with your life and forget someone as rotten as him.

Izana's sure he's dreaming.

He presses the 'answer' button.

There's a moment where neither of you say anything;he can hear the sound of your trembling breathing,and he closes his eyes. It must be a dream;his worst nightmares. That you always call,but doesn't say anything and he has to suffer through it knowing you will never talk to him ever again.

"... Izana?"

His eyes snap open.

"Iza...?are you there?"

And Izana doesn't know what to say; this isnt like any dream or nightmare he ever had. Usually, in his dreams,he watches you suffer because of his selfishness;cryin, bleeding.

Dying.

But now,as he hears your soft and gentle voice (always so caring with him),he knows he's not dreaming.

That its 3:47 am,and you've actually called him.

"Yeah," he chokes out, "yeah, I'm here."

At that,you let a shaky exhale and grow quiet.

"I-... I'm sorry I called at this hour.you were probably sleeping."

"I wasn't."

"You.. weren't?"

Izana laughs breathlessly. Bitterly.

"No,i wasn't." His fingers play with a loose thread on his sheet, "why..."

"I never got the chance to ask why, Iza." Your voice sounds broken,hurt. Izana wants to rip his heart out;maybe bleeding hurt less than hearing your broken tone, "was it...was it something i did?i wasn't good enough?"

And gods above,he was never so tempted to kill himself in his whole damn life.

Because,how even for a second did you think that you were the problem?

That you were anything but perfect?

"No baby, no" and Izana hates how his voice shakes; his body trembling because he doesn't have the right to act this way when he was the one who broke your heart, "it was never you. How could you think that?"

"But you left," Izana squeezes his eyes when your first sob comes out, "and didn't even tell me why."

And this is his punishment,Izana thinks;to listen to your muffled sobs at 4 in the morning and not being able to reach out. To comfort you,to hold you close and tell you how sorry he is.

Because Izana is a rotten, rotten man. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

"Iza," you say between your sobs, "its been a week and you didn't call. Kakucho-kun said he couldn't get a hold of you. I was worried sick!" When your voice cracks, Izana clenches his fist so tight his knuckles turn white.

Even after a whole week of suddenly breaking up with you and not even bothering to tell you why,you still worry about someone like him.

"Babe, listen to me." His voice is calm,if not slightly shaky, "nothing was ever your fault,i just..."

"Then why?"

You sound so small. Izana can see you burying your face in your pillow;your tears already soaking through the sheets.

"Because," he chokes slightly;voice cracking, "babe...i..."

He takes a deep breath.

"You deserve so much,much better.i couldn't have done that to you."

You're quiet. You don't even breath.

Izana shuts his eyes and sighs.

"Y/n...baby doll,you were everything to me;my whole life,my only reason for living. But..." And Izana doesn't cry,he doesnt. But his eyes burn and his throat is closing up, "but i had to let you go."

"So you gave up on me. On us?"

"I never gave up on you. But i couldn't -"

"Iza," you softly cut him off, because that's all you've ever been with him;too gentle,too caring, "the things that's going on in your head,i cant stop them. But babe...i love you so much."

"I'm broken."

"No one's perfect,darling." You tell him. Ever so patient, "broken or not, you're still my Izana. And i..." He can feel you biting your lips, "still love you too much to let you go.."

And for the first time in the entire week,he thinks he can breath a little better.

"I love you too." He whispers,eyes glued to your pictures frame.

"Then..lets try again?" There's a hesitation in your voice,a slight quiver. "This time,no hiding secrets though,alright?"

And Izana smiles,for the first time in forever and nods.

"Deal." Then he glances at his digital clock, "can i...come over?"

"Its 4:15 am,babe." You sound surprised;like he hasn't done this before. Izana rolls his eyes, "dont you wanna sleep?"

"I cant sleep without you in my arms. Please?"

And when you giggle, although voice slightly hoarse from all the crying,his grin widens more.

"I take that as a yes." But even before saying that, he's already grabbing his jacket and keys,and rushing out the door toward his motorcycle.

"Be careful!!"

And your laughter,makes him let out a laughter on his own;how could he ever,even for a second,think he could let you go?

Oh,he has a lot to makeup for.

[lovekz]

told you

syn-> rindou’s friends don’t believe him when he says he’s got a girl. and she’s fucking crazy

warnings : reader is possessive (not too bad), rindou gets no play, alcohol mention, reader drinks, crack

-

“wanna go out tonight?” shion asks, laying across the couch.

rindou was typing away on his phone, legs propped up on the coffee table.

every saturday, shion would come over and spend a night at the haitani’s, seeing as he was best friends with the younger one.

he was always welcomed, as long as he brought his own clothes.

which rarely happened anyway.

“depends. where?” rindou asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

shion shrugged, before leaning back and thinking.

rindou didn’t rush him, and decided to continue what he was doing on his phone.

after five minutes of hearing loud videos from shion’s phone, he sat up immediately.

rindou looked at him with a raised brow, not understanding why he was so excited.

but the minute he took a look at his best friend’s phone, he understood why.

shion was showing him some club called angels that opened up a few months ago.

“think i’ll pass on that.” rindou chuckles, before leaning on the arm rest with a yawn.

“what? why?! all the hotties will be there, and drinks- and your best friend! why wouldn’t you wanna go?” shion complained, throwing his hands up.

rindou rolled his eyes immediately at shions little tantrum.

it happened a lot over the years, so it wasn’t like it was new to rindou.

besides, he’s got a valid reason as to why he doesn’t want to go.

“izana said he’s having a party at his tonight. besides, i have a girlfriend. i’m loyal.” rindou explains shortly, looking at shion from the corner of his eye.

shion grows silent, watching rindou with an unreadable expression.

the front door opens, and ran walks in with izana and kakucho following in tow.

ran immediately looks around suspiciously, knowing his home too be too quiet for shion madarame to be here.

his eyes finally landed on the two, slightly confused as to why they were sitting in silence.

until shion burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.

he laughed so hard his face had begun to turn red.

“you? have a girlfriend?! ha!” shion yelled loudly in his face, tossing his head back with howl.

izana immediately catches on to shion's outburst, and breaks into laughter right beside the boy.

kakucho tries to hide his laugh behind a cough, but anyone could recognize it fighting his throat.

ran joins in as well, putting a hand on rindou’s shoulder as he holds his stomach.

“no way! you haven’t kissed anyone since second grade!” ran teased, laughing loudly in his ear.

rindou was getting irritated, looking at everyone in the room mocking him. his so-called 'family' making him feel small.

was it really that hard to believe he got a girlfriend?

“why not tell us where she's from, rin? an a.i app?” izana snickered, making shion laugh louder.

now he felt embarrassed, although he knew you were real.

he’d met you around campus, and even had multiple class with you.

but for some reason, everyone around him didn’t think that you were an actual person.

rindou stood up from the couch, stuffing his phone in his pocket and shoving ran off him harshly.

“I’m going out.” he says, shoving izana out the way out of anger.

izana doesn’t react to it, just watches rindou as he puts his shoes on.

“be safe rinnie. tell your girl I’m having a party tonight and she’s invited.” izana giggles, watching rindou slam the door immediately.

if that was the case, rindou would prove them wrong by tonight.

-

“babe can you get my shoes?!” you yelled from upstairs in your room, fixing your dress.

you stood in your mirror, fixing your top and spinning in different angles a few times, making sure you liked the outfit.

it was the fifth outfit you put on, and you didn’t wanna be any more late than you were.

rindou came up stairs with your shoes, placing them before you and helping you into them.

“you’re sweet rinnie, but you didn’t have to.” you smiled, letting him help you out regardless.

rindou nods, before buckling them and standing up straight.

“do you like it? think i should change again?” you question, spinning in a circle to show off the outfit.

“mm-mm, don't change. love it.” rindou mutters, pulling you closer by the hips and kissing your lips softly.

you knew he was genuine, not just because he didn't want to wait another ten minutes downstairs.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

he maneuvers you over to the bed and towers over you, beginning to tug on your shirt.

you immediately press a hand to his chest and push him lightly, smiling up at him sweetly.

“let’s save this for later. we got a party to go to honey.” you whisper, hooking your pink acrylic onto his chain.

he stares down at your own, his name engraved in it with a heart.

you got it custom made for his birthday, along with his name on your thigh.

rindou would never get over it.

-

when you make it to the party, you immediately leave rindou’s side to go hang with your own friends before meeting his.

he let you know not to get too drunk, but you didn’t have to listen.

so you only handed him your bag that had your emergency slippers and your purse and made your way to the kitchen.

once you left, shion immediately draped his arm around his shoulder and walked him to izana with a cheeky grin.

they were all sitting around in the living room, talking about god knows what.

when they don’t see rindou with a plus one he claimed he'd bring, they burst into loud laughter.

“rin! what happened to your plus one?!” izana asked immediately, tossing his head back and laughing.

rindou rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the loveseat, holding your things in his lap.

his brother notices the extra items, and laughs even harder.

“oh my god you went and bought those? that’s why you weren’t home?!” ran cackled, bringing attention to the items.

rindou puts his middle finger up, rolling his eyes.

“I have a girlfriend. she’s with her friends.” rindou sighs, slouching in the seat a little more.

izana snorts, muttering something about her also being with her other boyfriend.

the group laughs at that.

they make fun of him some more, until the topic of the girlfriend rindou 'doesn't have' grows a bit stale.

shion changes the topic sooner or later, finally in the mood to talk to any female around.

“aren’t they bad?” shion brings to attention, gesturing to the two girls that were standing by the speaker.

rindou shrugs, not paying attention and being loyal to you.

shion groans and snatches rindou’s phone out of his head and looking at him.

“come on! let’s get you a real girl and not a ai. not imaginary either.” shion jokes, before standing from his seat.

knowing shion, he would say some shit that probably wasn't true, or worse.

get everyone's attention.

once that thought runs through his head, rindou grabs his arm and shakes his head, trying to get him to sit back down.

“don’t do it shion. my girl is seriously fucking crazy and i wanna have a good night.” rindou practically begs, looking at his best friend.

ran kisses his teeth and looks at the blond boy, before waving him off.

“go introduce him to one of them. he’s so picky.” ran scoffs in annoyance, looking at his younger brother.

ran seemed to be growing annoyed with his brother's supposed lie.

rindou doesn’t get to object, because by time he tries to, shion is already running over to them.

he talks to them for a while, and the girl in the white mini dress that barely covers the top of her breasts looks over to him.

she sends a wave and a wink, to which rindou just jerks his head up in a small, lame greeting.

he doesn’t show any interest, just looks back down at his phone.

eventually, he feels weight next to him and a head leaning over his shoulder to look at his phone.

at first he believes it’s shion, fresh off rejection and in pain silently.

until he sees a shiny white nail tap on his phone.

he knew yours were baby pink with both your little zodiacs on it with a heart, of course.

rindou had paid to get it done after he broke your other set last week.

“his videos are hilarious. i love watching him.” the girl fake giggles lightly, smiling big at rindou.

it was the girl that had winked at him earlier, now sitting next to him closer than ever.

it wasn't like he'd recognized her from anywhere other than here, or even cared to figure out her name to tell her fuck off.

he was only worried about you.

his eyes immediately began to scan the room for you, but you couldn’t be found anywhere.

shit.

“yeah i bet you do.” rindou says shortly, still sounding completely unamused and uninterested.

shion and the other girl was sitting across from them, while ran, kakucho, and izana returned with drinks.

ran hands his brother a cup, probably the same thing he had.

so he takes a little sip of the orange looking liquid and hums at the fruity flavor.

the girl grins and sits up, looking into the cup.

“that looks good. can I try some?” she says sultry, and he knows she’s pushing boundaries.

rindou still can’t find you anywhere in the room to help him out.

before rindou can politely reject her though, she snatched the cup out his hand and drinks from the exact spot he drank from.

she left her lipstick stain on it, smiling at rindou as she licked her lips.

“mm, I was right.” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in.

before her lips could try to connect with his, rindou feels her arms forcefully ripped from his neck and his face pushed back.

before long, the entire bottle of taylor port and pink whitney was dumped on her.

“why the fuck are you touching my man?” you asked, giving her the ugliest look ever.

the party seems to pause, music turned down and the entire friend group looking at rindou.

the girl doesn’t get the chance to reply, because she’s receiving punches faster than she can think about it.

she’s throwing her hands in the air and trying to defend herself, making rindou stand up immediately.

your coat was long gone, and your breasts were beginning to spill out your tube top.

rindou grabs you up off her, but then you shove him off and start fighting her friend.

“oh shit!” izana curses loudly, only because his drink was spilling all over the place during the maneuver.

now you’re fighting both of the girls at once, winning even though you were obviously drunk.

rindou groans and lifts you into the air, before shoving the other girls off you by their face.

“i’m not the one, ask about me bitch!” one of them yell out to you from in shion's arms, making you laugh.

“don’t gotta, you’re pussy and butt!” you yelled back, throwing your middle finger up.

rindou takes you up to izana’s bedroom in silence and sits you on the bed with a light frown.

you cross your arms with an angry pout, seeing yourself in the mirror across the room.

your hair was a mess and the tops of your areolas were showing.

rindou fixes your shirt and sighs, not sure of what to say.

“baby you think I won that?” you question with a smile, still a bit tipsy as you stand.

he holds you by the waist to steady you and looks into your eyes.

it was almost as if you didn't just get into a fight with two girls you didn't know over rindou.

not like he didn't expect it though, since it has happened at least twice before when you started dating him.

“didn’t have to do all that mama. was gonna stop her.” rindou says, rubbing your thigh in soft circles.

your skirt was hiked up during the fight, showing off your red thong.

you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling big.

“gotta make sure they know you’re mine. I didn’t get this jewelry and tat for nothing.” you whisper, rubbing his cheek.

the door opens and rindou shields you from the view, looking behind him to see who it was.

it was izana and the rest of the friend group, still a bit in shock after the altercation downstairs.

rindou rolls his eyes, before turning back to you and fixing your skirt.

“who’s that? is it your friends? the one's you want me to meet?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder to see.

rindou nods, before deeming you decent enough and letting you go.

you wave sweetly, fixing your hair. “hi! sorry you had to see all that.” you giggle, having a seat on the bed once more.

izana nods, waving you off and sitting on the corner seat. he won't lie and say he didn't enjoy watching it.

“you’re.. his girlfriend?” ran asked in a unsure tone, looking you up and down.

you cross your legs and raise your eyebrow, nodding at him.

“there a problem with that or something?” you ask, immediately feeling offended by the question.

everyone shakes their head, recalling how you handled those two girls down there.

rindou stands up and sighs tiredly, before handing you your purse and your slides.

“gonna go get your sweats out the car. we’re leaving.” rindou informs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

you nod, smiling at him and waving a bit.

“oh! can you see if you see my coat? and my nail? damn, mira’s gonna kill me!” you cursed, looking down at your hands with a pout.

rindou nods, knowing he was just going to end up paying for another set on sunday.

when he closes the door behind him, all eyes are on you.

it stays silent for a bit, before izana speaks up first.

“so how much is he paying you?” izana asks, still in disbelief that you were his girlfriend.

and you were just as crazy as he said you were.

your outfit : <3 rindou's outfit : <3

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

What hcs do you have for Tokyo revenger characters slipping and falling infront of someone they like ?

Here's how I think each of the guys would react to them falling in front of someone they like!

Takemichi- Poor guy is so embarrassed, nearly cries from the shame and goes bright red. Scrambles to get up and away from the situation.

Mikey- He's a bit embarrassed but is honestly more concerned about the taiyaki he just dropped. Quickly brushes off the embarrassment of falling and demands Draken get him another one while pouting.

Draken- Mentally curses, that wasn't very cool of him and he was trying to impress you. Gives you a slight nod before walking off, vaguely thinking of ways to make you forget that.

Baji- Gives the floor a quick whack as punishment, then gets up and walks away, pretending he didn't even see you. (Maybe if he never brings it up then you won't either????)

Chifuyu- Blushes a lot while letting out a quiet curse. This isn't how it's supposed to go!? Smiles as he gets up though, goes to crack a joke but his mind goes blank and instead leaves without saying a word.

Mitsuya- Grumbles a bit at first but eventually ends up laughing it off. Figures that seeming chill about it is the best approach.

Hakkai- He just stays on the floor, doesn't even try to get up.

Pah- Goes red and turns away from you, he expects you to laugh at him but is pleasantly suprised when you don't.

Peh- "what are you looking at!???" He didn't mean to come off as aggressive but ends up questioning you. He's just very nervous around you.

Smiley- Hopes and prays you somehow didn't just see that. Peeks up at you before putting on a confident act, that everything is fine.

Angry- Frowns even more, he's a bit upset at falling in front of you but at least the fall wasn't a serious one. Gives you a thumbs up to show he's ok. 

Mucho- Says nothing, just gets up and leaves.

Sanzu- Blinks in surprise, he really wasn't expecting to fall in front of you. Blushes a bit at you seeing him like that but quickly moves on, just trying to get out of the situation.

Kisaki- Curses but tries to play it cool with you by shrugging it off and saying he's fine.

Hanma- Rubs his head and frowns before getting an idea. He puts his hand out, acting like he wants you to help him up. Only when you grab it he pulls you down onto him instead. There now you've seen each other fall.

Kazutora- Tries to hide behind his hair a bit, he's very embarrassed about this. Get's up quickly and tries to leave, probably avoids you for a bit after that.

Inui- Just gets up and walks up, he seems very calm about it on the outside but on the inside he's cursing his luck. Wonders if he can do something else to impress you later.

Koko- Wishes the floor would just swallow him up. His face goes bright red and he avoids making eye contact with you. He tries to talk to you after getting up, thinking of something interesting to say to get your mind off of what he just did.

Taiju- Get's annoyed for a sec but then acts like it didn't even happen. Very much a "you didn't see anything" attitude.

Izana- Frowns and asks you to help him up (he doesn't actually need help but figures he might as well take advantage of the situation by getting to hold your hand quickly). 

Kakucho- Panics! He starts doing press ups or sit ups because his brain just kinda short circuits when you're near. Then spends the rest of the night regretting it because he must've looked so weird. (He did but it was kinda cute too???)

Ran- Plays it so smoothly, immediately says he just "fell for you"

Rindou- Ends up getting into one of his weird poses (probably the splits) to show off to you. Basically tries to pretend he meant to do that all along.

Shion- Gets up and points at a completely different guy, making a comment about how funny it is that guy just fell over. Even though you literally just saw it was him and not some random guy????

Mochi- Brushes off then grumbles a quick greeting in your direction before walking off. He's very embarrassed, makes plans to get into a fight in front of you to show off later.

South- Turns to ask you if you just saw that, takes the direct approach with you. If you say yes then he tells you to forget about it.

Wakasa- Gets back up so quickly that for a moment you're not even sure it happened. Gives you a quick nod before walking off. He honestly doesn't care that much, everyone trips sometimes.

Benkei- Groans but then tells you that he's had much worse before. Asks if you wanna hear some of his old gang stories. 

Shinichiro- Looks you nervously "I meant to do that". Probably ends up using a pick up line on you but get's it wrong. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" "But you're the one who just fell?????"

[kazutora-kurokawa]

tenjiku with a reader who is totally opposite to them hehe

Tenjiku x Opposite!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, mentions of violence/fighting, mention of Sanzu ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mucho, Mochi, Shion

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷 sorry it's so late lol

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Izana

🎴 Izana is cold, manipulative, and downright vindictive

🎴 So it was very odd that he ended up catching your eye, because why would someone so sweet and naive want his crazy ass?

🎴 Treats you differently than everyone else around him because in his eyes you're a precious angel and need to be treated with the utmost care

🎴 If someone so much as disturbs a hair on your head, he's kicking (and breaking) their hand

Kakucho

🩷 Kakucho is an absolute sweetheart and wouldn't hesitate to protect the people he cares about, including you

🩷 He's the rational one and you honestly act like Izana, impulsive asf

🩷 He keeps you in check and scolds you when you do bad things

🩷 Constantly telling you to check your attitude

Ran

💜 Ran is a lot more out there than you fr

💜 He's outspoken and won't hesitate to beat someone up, but he's also lazy as all hell

💜 You're way more energetic and always wake him up early (which he hates) and you tend to avoid confrontation with other people

💜 Which is why your guard dog of a boyfriend is always by your side to kick some ass for you

Rindou

🩵 Rindou is pretty introverted and standoffish, apart from when he's fighting of course

🩵 You're way more extroverted and always try to introduce him to new people and take him to different places

🩵 You teach him how to be more outgoing and social, and he shows you how to not give a fuck lol

Mucho

💙 He's big and serious (also seriously big 😮‍💨)

💙 The size difference is almost comical, not to mention the fact that you're really carefree and seem to not be bothered by anything

💙 You're probably the only one who can get him to crack a smile

💙 Introduces you to Sanzu because he feels like you two would get along (immediately regrets it because you're a bad influence on Sanzu 😭)

Mochi

🍡 This man is a damn giant compared to you lmao

🍡 Always carrying you around on his back or shoulder

🍡 He's a lot more cheerful than you, especially when he's fighting other people

🍡 The type of man to play fight with you to cheer you up and accidentally hurt you in the process 😐

Shion

♥️ Shion is a total dumbass (+ an absolute dork), so he felt like the luckiest man alive when he bagged you

♥️ You're way too smart and responsible for him, but that's a good thing

♥️ You keep him out of trouble and teach him good habits

♥️ You also patch him up after fights and scold the hell out of him, but he wouldn't want it any other way

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[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Rindou loves you and all but...you really aren't supposed to be spamming his phone during a meeting right now.... A/N: This is absolute crack, based off a recent convo and dedicated to my unhinged moot @plebbypebblepleb WARNINGS: Sanzu on drugs and swearing

>>look at this cat I found

>>he's so cute!!!!!!

>>IM GONNA DIE FROM CUTENESS can we pls pls adopt him???

>>never mind

>>HE BIT ME

Rindou felt his eye twitch. He discreetly swiped away the notifications on his pinging phone away under the table. Thankfully no one had noticed yet, although Ran was grinning slyly at him he always was.

Twenty messages.

Barely ten minutes had even gone by in the meeting.

Luckily he had turned off volume for his phone. Mikey wouldn't be too happy to have his Bonten meeting so frequently interrupted so unprofessionally. Rindou didn't have much interest in being laughed at or questioned by the others either.

>>riiiiiiin

>>I was watching some videos

>>would you become a 100 foot boa constructor who eats British children boiled and gets skinned to be used as socks or boots for a Russian lady I consumed three centuries ago (she tasted like coconut)

I'm in a meeting<<

And no???<<

Rindou continued to nod at Mikey's words, doing his utmost best to divide his attention between his rapidly typing fingers and his boss while Ran ducked his head under the table curiously and came up with a wink and a very obvious smirk. Koko eyes them both suspiciously.

He was used to this. Absolutely. One thing that came with dating you was that you had a tendency to spam his phone with updates of what you were doing, odd things you had seen, the most creative of questions and pictures bordering on unhinged.

He wouldn't change it for anything, of that Rindou was certain. He loved you to Pluto and back and in an every day fight he'd take your side over Ran (even despite the elder Haitani’s “miserable” theatrics of supposed betrayal). The texts livened up the dreary work of being part of the number one most wanted criminal gang.

But…

>>I'M NOT FINISHED

>>or drink fruit juice that will give you the seven most deadly diseases

Both are terrible<<

>>[image attached]

WTF<<

>>Like it?? <33

I don't want close up pics of your feet<<

>>how dare you

…it was quite the inconvenience when he was supposed to be working.

Like right now.

Rindou reached up and rubbed his temples. Mikey was getting to the important part and he was really struggling to concentrate. It wasn't like you didn't know he was busy. He had specifically mentioned it today. Rindou couldn't fault you either - this was just your love language and…this was probably revenge for him misplacing your favourite shirt.

He briefly considered ignoring your texts for now, until he could answer them later. But then it'd probably spiral to a 100+ and the vibrations were really starting to get to him. And he did once promise to never ignore anything you said after you apologized for talking too much. You might even call him.

Ugh. What a conundrum.

Ran’s smile widened and a new notification sprang up on Rindou’s phone.

>>Ah ah ah lil bro

>>texting your gf in a meeting?

>>you're very obvious about it

>>I'm sure Mikey will notice soon~~

Great. Two idiots were spamming up his phone now. Couldn't he ever catch a break? He caught Kakucho’s frown at him and adjusted his poker face again.

Shut up<<

You're on your phone too<<

>>I'm just warning you~~

Rindou exhaled sharply and kicked his brother under the table. Childish, but Ran was a child and he deserved it.

>>Rin???

>>guess what!!

>>my fav singer just dropped a new album!!

>>can we buy it later

>>pleaseeeeee

“Haitani Shithead! What are you doing under the table?”

Crap, Sanzu caught him. Rindou shrugged, leaning away from his side-eyeing neighbor. “Nothing, just need to arrange some things on my phone for some debts to be collected,” He lies casually.

The pinkhead is probably too high to realize the holes in the fib. Thankfully he lets it go with another pop of a pill. “Sure, don’t gotta be so secretive.”

“Also, don’t call me Shithead.”

>>[3 images attached]

>>chat wake up what is going on in my friends gc rn

Yes, Rindou wanted to scream, he absolutely had to be secretive…with the cursed pictures you had just sent him. Thirty unread messages already and the meeting wasn’t even ending yet! God, Ran wasn’t helping either - he too was now spamming Rindou’s chat.

>>rindou and (y/n)

>>sitting in a tree

>>k

>>i

>>s

You know what, he could make his excuses later. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Rindou massaged his temples again, sighed deeply and looked down on his phone.

He blocked the both of you.

***

Of course it came back to bite his ass when he went home later that night: having taken extreme offense to the block you had promptly banished Rindou out of your once shared bedroom and he was exiled to the couch.

Which was being hogged by Ran who claimed he was there first for his sixth nap of the day.

Maybe next time he should just “lose” his phone before a meeting.

[shoyoist]

.˚⊹ ꔫ — 𝐓𝐑. 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!

content: gn!reader. fluff. perhaps slightly suggestive. established relationship / implied marriage if you squint. characters are written as adults. hinted final timeline but not explicitly! ... note: so glad this one's done lmaoo i hope you like it! squeezed in all my faves hehehe<3

— ⊹˚. ♡ his voice always goes soft when he calls your name.

° 𐐒𐐚 . HANMA SHUJI. BAJI KEISUKE. SANO SHINICHIRO.

"babydoll," he hums, voice low and saccharine as he slides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back to his chest. his voice is husky with sleep, hair messy and eyes lidded, as he hums a good mornin' into your ear and kisses the back of your neck.

you're in the cute little apron he'd got for you, fixing him a breakfast of waffles and coffee, currently in the middle of making the homemade jam you once came up with that he likes so much. "'s breakfast for me?" he asks, repeating the little petname, leaning down and pooling his weight onto your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck.

his shirtless chest is warm, and he smells good — sleepy, smoky and of fresh sheets because you'd both changed the bedsheets last night before tucking in. "it is for you, baby." you say, grinding berries into the little bowl you've got your hand around. "go brush your teeth and take a shower, m'kay? so you can have a nice morning meal before you leave for work."

"ain't it the weekend?" he sighs, not wanting to move off you. you're so soft, so sweet-smelling and so comforting to the touch. "fuck work. i'll stay home with you t'day."

"you can't, it's not the weekend. and it's not like you have weekends off anyway." you laugh, dropping the little glass pestle down and taking hold of his chin, tilting his face so you can kiss him on the cheek. "go on. and if you woke up earlier, you'd have more time to cuddle me before you leave."

he smiles at your little chide, and the lines of his cheek press into your lips. "what if we just cuddled now, hm?" his grip around your waist tightens. "right here, on the kitchen counter. prop you up like this, 'n kiss you here, there—"

he pushes the plates and bowls aside and lifts you up onto the counter easily, but just as he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, there's a clink! and before either of you can react, the little bowl in which you'd been preparing his jam for him rolls off the counter and shatters onto the floor.

"fuck—" you exclaim, trying to jump down but he pushes you back and skirts some of the porcelain away with the bottom of his slipper, looking sheepishly down at the mess. "look what you did now!"

"uh," he runs a hand through his hair, stepping back and glancing at the broom before he looks back at you — teeth flashing as his lips pull into an apologetic grin. "sorry."

"no cuddles for you. and no nice morning meal of jammy waffles and hot coffee either, it seems." your own lips draw themselves into a tight line, unimpressed as he makes a big show of getting the broom and wet rag to clean up the berry goop and broken glass.

"aw, babydoll. don't be so fuckin' mean." he grumbles, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout. but as he finishes sweeping and clears the spill, his expression softens again — and he walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee as he leans in for a make-up kiss.

"g'nna get you a real grinder, a'right? one of the fancy fuckin' ones from the department store. 's what my babydoll deserves." he mumbles against your lips, and you can't help but relieve your frown and smile. "in my favourite colour?"

"mhm," his voice cracks just a little as he hums, smiling back into the kiss. "in your favourite colour."

° 𐐒𐐚 . KISAKI TETTA. KAKUCHO. HAITANI RAN.

"honey," he calls, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the beep of the automatic lock before he lets go of the knob and walks into the house. "i'm home."

for a moment, there's no answer and only a serene sort of quiet emanates from beyond the front hall — and he wonders if you aren't home. but then, he makes his way upstairs and hears the sound of your voice, muffled by a closed door that stands between him and you. you're in the bath, he realizes, a little wave of relief washing over him.

"honey," he knocks on the bathroom door before opening it a crack and peeking in. "i'm home."

"sweetheart!" you look up and see him at the door, and he has to pause and stare for a moment because you're so lovely, covered in soap suds and with your wet hair slicked back, the pretty silver lights he'd got for you hung up on the ceiling and bathing you in a dim, ethereal glow. "you're home!<3 come here, baby."

you pat the edge of the bath tub, and though he's in a suit because he'd had to attend an event (a tiring one) today, he takes his socks off and walks into the bathroom, sitting on the edge as you'd asked him to before leaning in and sliding a hand into your wet hair, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss. "missed you today."

"hmm," you muse, tilting your head to a side and reaching up to cup his cheek in a wet palm. "more than usual?"

"more than usual," he agrees, and you notice the wear in his eyes, in his expression. your thumb caresses the lift of his cheekbone for a moment, before your hand slides down to his shoulder and presses against his chest. "come join me in the bath, baby."

"hm?" he mutters, having nearly dozed off sitting in the bathroom, your hand gentle and comforting on his person and the warm air of the bathroom that was so unexpectedly nice after the heavily air conditioned meeting room he'd been sitting in for hours and hours on end. "what did you say, honey?"

"come join me in the bath." you say, reaching out with your other hand to hook a finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it and letting him breathe a little. he frowns a little, as if hesitant to agree, and you jump back in — "it'll be good for you to relax, baby. i'll wash your back 'n your hair. please?"

and it's not that he doesn't want to get in the bath with you, it's that the tub isn't really big enough for the two of you— but the pleading look you give him and the weariness in his body that lulls him downwards along with the insistent tug you give to his elbow, is all enough to convince him.

"alright," he sighs, standing back up and sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders with a shrug, slipping his arms out the sleeves and hanging it on the hook meant for his towel. you watch as he undresses, welcoming him into the tub with a kiss to his shoulder when he squeezes in.

you end up seated on the edge of the tub yourself, letting him relax in the soapy water as you use the showerhead to run water through his hair and over his back. he sighs, shutting his eyes and feeling so thankful as a wave of relaxation washes over him via your gentle hands and the warm, fragrant water.

“thank you, honey.” he mumbles, voice low with wear.

you give him a smile and kiss his wet hair. “it's no problem, baby. i love taking care of you.”

° 𐐒𐐚 . RYUGUJI KEN. HAITANI RINDOU. KUROKAWA IZANA.

“princess,” he waves to you from across the street, seated on his motorcycle and leaning on the handlebars. your friends start giggling as you jump and spin around to look for him, fighting your blush.

his eyes are droopy as he meets your eyes from the distance, and he'd look bored if you didn't know him better. but you know he's just taking his time checking you out. and he's looking so good but also being so embarrassing, calling you cutesy names like that in public.

you nod to your friends, cheeks hot because they're winking at you and swooning over how perfect of a boyfriend your man is, and with a quick good-bye you hurry to the other side of the street.

he leans in and waits expectantly, and you give him a kiss on the cheek before climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. he takes your helmet from where he'd slung it on one of the handlebars, and you stand beside him feeling all pampered while he fits it carefully over your head and fastens the strap under your chin for you.

“you're embarrassing, baby.” you chide, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder as he drives off.

“me? embarrassing?” he scoffs. “and how am i embarrassing? don't want me to come pick you up from work anymore?”

“no, it's not that!” you protest, and you see the grin that flits to his lips from the motorcycle mirror. rolling your eyes, you give him a pout that he won't see but knows is there on your pretty little mouth.

“then what is it, princess?” he chuckles fondly, and you twist your lips indignation before you continue.

“it just makes me shy when you call me that in public.” you confess, the heat returning to your cheeks again as you think about it. his voice just sounds so nice in your ear, and it reminds you of something else sometimes, when he calls you those names.

hearing it makes you feel hot in your cheeks and in your chest and in your stomach all in one go. “when i call you what in public, huh?” he asks, the smile on his face once more. you punch his shoulder gently, leaning back and shaking your head a little to free as much of your hair in the wind as you can with the helmet on. “that.”

“i don't know, princess, i'm not a mind reader.” he shrugs his shoulders, teasing, knowing exactly what you mean.

“you just said it again!” you cry out, as he starts to laugh. “when you call me princess! it makes me shy!”

he chuckles again, relaxing around your hold as you wrap your arms around him again, letting out a little hmph! that hits the back of his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

“now princess,” he deadpans, slowing down and looking to the side as he makes a turn. “don't make a fuss.”

and ugh, it's just too easy for him to tease you. “baby!”

[shinskichan]

synopsis: reader is playing the “what if” challenge with them, in which one person suggests a hypothetical scenario and the other responds with another what if.

characters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Koko, Ran, and Rindou

notes: fluff, crack, mention of death, profanities, mention of exes, mention of killing, suggestive what-ifs, petnames (babe, love, doll, baby)

It was finally Mikey's day off, and you had been convincing him to do this challenge since last week. He had been hesitant, saying it was nonsense, but you didn't give up until he finally agreed.

MIKEY

"I don't see the benefit of this," he said, leaning on the couch. You teased him, saying, "I just want to fight right after this," to which he side-eyed you, and you both laughed. "Try me," he said, looking you straight in the eye. "Your wish is my command," you said as you chuckled, but he rolled his eyes.

"You know this is so lame, how about we just… make love?" he whispered, and you playfully hit his arm as he chuckled. "Mikey!" you warned him, and he put his hands up, saying he was kidding. You held his hand, which interlocked with yours, as you cleared your throat.

He asked, "Who goes first?" looking at you. "I'll go first," you said, and he nodded as you chuckled.

"What if I am just pretending that I love you because I'm scared of you?" you said, looking at him. You saw how his jaw clenched as he tilted his head, but you just laughed. You could tell he was thinking hard about his response.

"What if every time I tell you I'm working, I'm really having fun with another girl?" he shot back, and your eyes widened in surprise. You admitted that it was a good one, and he just chuckled.

"What if all this time I'm just waiting for you to let go?" you said as you looked at him, and he nodded his head. "What if I just settled with you because I don't have a choice?" he said, and you laughed, saying, "What are you talking about? You've got a lot of choices!" You playfully hit him.

"What if I am secretly meeting with your executives right after visiting you?" you shot back, laughing when his face grew gloomy.

"What if I shot him so that you couldn't do that?" he said, seeming nonchalant about it, which made you laugh as you gently pushed his face. "What if every time I say 'I love you,' it's not you whom I am thinking of?" you teased, looking at him, and he nodded.

"What if I punish you after this? How do you like that?" he asked, grinning, and you said, "What if I don't want to?" You both laughed."Who thought about this stupid challenge? It was you," he said, pinching your nose.

"Be honest, was it half meant?" he asked you, which made you laugh. "What makes you say that?" you asked. "What if you're really pretending that you love me? What if you're just really waiting for me to let you go?" he asked as he threw himself at you, and you quickly hugged him.

"I'm going to kill myself, for real," he said, which made you hit him. "I love you for real, dumbass," you said, and he looked up to you, and you kissed him.

 

SANZU

"You don't have a choice," you said with a grin as you pulled him out of bed. He groaned about wanting to rest, but you persisted. "Come on, let's do this. I promise I'll treat you after," you added coaxingly, and he finally relented and sat down.

"Don't take this seriously! This is just a what-if," you warned him, but you couldn't stop laughing. "Then let's just not do this," he said, but you glared at him, so he just sighed.

"You go first," you said, pointing at him. "This is really stupid," he said as he sighed, but you just laughed. "Go ahead," you said, and it took a while before he thought of something.

"What if whenever I tell you I can't come home, I'm really at another girl's house?" he said, which caught you off guard, and you reluctantly hit his arms, but he just laughed. "What the fuck, Sanzu?" you said as you chuckled.

"Come on, this is what you want, right? It's your turn," he said as he chuckled."What if I am just really forced to love you?" you asked while laughing. "Really? With this face and good body, you'll be forced?" he asked, leaning close to you. You gently pushed his face away while laughing and said, "Stop saying anything, babe. Go on," still laughing.

"What if I am actually making out with your friend?" he said as he laughed out loud. You glared at him, but he just laughed like he had won the challenge.

"What if I still love my ex?" you said with confidence, which made his smile fade away, and you laughed.

"What if I shot his skull right here right now?" he said seriously, and you broke out laughing as you hit him with a pillow.

"Calm down, this is just a 'what if'," you said, still laughing, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and carried you on top of him. "Stop with this bullshit already. It's not funny," he said, and you laughed as you kissed his neck.

 

KAKUCHO

As you both sat at the restaurant, enjoying your meal, you suddenly came up with an idea. "Baby, let's play the 'what if' challenge. Do you know that?" you asked him. He looked surprised, but he nodded. "As in right now?" he asked, still unsure. "Yes, right now," you confirmed with a smile.

"I don't want to," he said as he wiped the edge of your lips with his thumb. You pouted, but he continued, "Come on, you're just looking for a fight." You chuckled. "You think I'm making this an excuse for an argument later on?" you asked, and he nodded.

“You shouldn't get annoyed," you added. "No, you should tell that to yourself," he retorted, making you hit his arm playfully.

But you weren't going to give up that easily. "Come on, I'll go first," you said, and he had no choice but to agree.

"What if I went to the bar last night and hooked up with someone?" you asked, trying not to laugh as you watched his serious expression. "I know you wouldn't do that," he replied, making you elbow his arm.

"Your turn," you prompted. "I can't think of anything," he said with a shrug, and he continued to eat. "Don't be so corny," you teased, glaring at him. "What if I'm getting tired of you?" he said out of nowhere, and you nodded. "Then get some rest," you replied, and you both laughed.

"What if before we even dated, I just planned on making you fall for me and my true purpose was to cause you pain?" you said, trying to stir things up. He just nodded, unfazed. "It's fine then," he said, making you laugh and hit his arm. "What do you mean?" you asked, still laughing. "You're always fighting with me, even when I didn't do anything," he explained. "And I chose to love you, even with the risk of getting hurt," he added seriously. Why are you so serious, bro?" you said, and he glared at you, which made you chuckle.

"What if every time you're not coming home, I'm bringing someone into our house?" he said, trying to make you jealous. You gave him a death glare, and he quickly laughed. "What if I just agreed to date you out of fun? I don't really love you," you said, trying to see his reaction. He just smiled and sipped his drink. "That's good, we have fun together," he said, making you both laugh.

"What if I actually hooked up with the girl you're jealous of?" he said, trying to push your buttons further. You slowly looked at him with piercing eyes, and he quickly said, "Look at your face; I told you I don't want to do this," while laughing. "Fuck you!" you said, playfully pinching his arm.

"What if we just break up?" you said suddenly, trying to end the game. He quickly gave you a hug while still laughing hard. "No way, I can't live without you," he said, making you smile and hug him back.

 

KOKONOI

"Are you down?" you asked him as you gently took out all the food from the paper bag after your drive-thru. He nodded quickly. "I am down. Do you want me to go first?" he said confidently, and you both laughed. "Go ahead, I'm giving you the right," you said, and he started to think.

He began, "What if I regret that I met you?" and smiled as he looked at you. You hit him with the paper bag and jokingly said, "I know that fucker."

"Look at you, it's just starting, and you're already annoyed. You're the one who suggested it," he said as he took a sip of his soda.

"What if I'm secretly dating one of your friends?" you said, and he chuckled. "Who?" he asked, which made you both laugh. "Stop asking. It's just a what-if," you said as you smiled, enjoying his reaction.

He cleared his throat and thought for a moment. "What if I just loved you out of pity?" he said teasingly as he looked at you, and you smiled downward. "What's with that look?" he asked, putting his hand on your thigh as he laughed. "Really?" you sadly asked, which made you both laugh.

"What if my ex is asking me for a comeback, and I'm really having thoughts about it?" you said, which made him stunned and unable to even take a bite of his burger, which made you chuckle. "I knew it," he said, and you broke out laughing. "What do you mean you knew it?" you asked as you hit his arm, unable to prevent yourself from laughing.

"What if I just decided to court you because of a bet with my friends?" he said, and you glared at him. "I don't want this anymore," you said, which made him laugh as he scooped his ice cream. "What if I'm just staying with you because of your money?" you said, to which he replied with a shrug. You pinched his arm, making him groan.

"What if I got another girl pregnant?" he said, and your eyes widened in shock at what he just said, and he silently enjoyed your reaction. "Try me, Hajime," you said, and he laughed, but later on, he pulled your wrist and gave you a kiss. "Not gonna happen," he said, and you rolled your eyes.

"What if I wanted to marry you right now?" he said, and you looked at him, trying to prevent yourself from blushing. "What if I don't want you to be my husband?!" you shouted, which made him laugh even more. "I love you, dumbass," he said, kissing your hand.

 

RAN

You and Ran were both sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phones in silence, when he suddenly spoke up. "Let's play the 'what if' challenge," he suggested. You pretended not to hear him, so he playfully slapped your legs. "Come on, it'll be fun," he urged. However, you were still upset with him from a previous argument and didn't feel like playing. "I don't want to," you replied, giving him a stern look. "You still have some issues to work out with me!" you added, feeling frustrated that he hadn't made up with you after the argument. He laughed and teased you, saying, "You're still mad at me, huh?” 

"Come on, you go first," but you shook your head and insisted, "No, you thought of it, so you go first," rolling your eyes. He smirked and commented, "You look so hot when you do that." You glared at him, but he just chuckled.

He started the game by asking, "What if... what if I'm in this position because I'm flirting with someone?" he asked, his eyes still on his phone. You looked at him seriously and gently kicked his abdomen, which made him laugh. "Really, Ran? Flirting with someone right in front of my face?" you asked, trying to reach for his phone, but he hid it. You were still annoyed with him for not making up after the argument, and here he is still annoying you further. "I'm just kidding, doll," he said, stealing a kiss from your lips. You wiped it off quickly, feeling irritated, and he giggled.

"What if I'm just toying with you? What if you're just a past time?" he continued. You smiled, annoyed all over your face, which made him laugh even more. "What if the reason I went out last night was because I'm meeting someone and it's more than just a meeting?" you shot back. He nodded his head, amused by what you said, and you both laughed. "What now, huh?" you teased him, and he chuckled.

"What if I'm just using you to get over my ex?" he said, teasingly looking at you. You were clearly angry and threw every pillow within reach at him, but he just laughed, enjoying your reaction. "You fucker!" you exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "My blood is really boiling for you. What if I choke you to death?" you threatened, jumping on him. He was out of breath from laughing too hard. "Stop it, doll," he said, stopping your hands from gently choking him as he caught his breath.

"What if all this time you're just a third party, and my ex is the one I am with?" he asked. You pulled his hair out of anger, but he just laughed as if it was nothing. "What if I bury you alive?"

"What if you woke up tomorrow and you were already inside a coffin?" you shouted, and he burst out laughing on the floor, clearly happy with your reactions.

 

RINDOU

"Babe, let's do the 'what if' challenge," you said to Rindou, who was almost finished washing the dishes. He quickly shook his head. "Come onnnn, it looks fun," you said as you giggled. "I don't want to," he said as he dried his hands.

"Why not? Come on," you said, trying to convince him. "I don't want to fight after, love. I know you," he said, looking at you seriously, and you laughed. "Promise, I won't," you said as you raised your right hand open, making a promise, but he walked out.

"Come on, Rindou! Or else!" you threatened, which made him turn to look at you. "See?" he sarcastically said, which made you laugh. "Come on, let's do it," you said as you dragged him into the room. "We are not allowed to get hurt," you said, and he ran his palm across his face. "Let's just not do it, it's not a good idea," he said, but in the end, you still won.

"Game," you said, and he sighed. "Ladies first," he said as he held your hand and started playing with it. "What if I don't really love you and I just see you as my best friend?" you said while smiling, and he slowly nodded, pretending it didn't hurt him.

"What if I'm actually in a relationship with your best friend?" you gasped, and he laughed as he held your hands tightly. "You're not allowed to get hurt," he reminded you, and you rolled your eyes. "I am not," you defended as you thought of another one.

"What if I still haven't moved on from my ex and you are just a rebound?" you rebutted with confidence, which made him put his fist on his mouth while smiling, clearly annoyed.

"What if every time I asked for permission to go DJing, that's not really what I am doing, and I'm just flirting with other girls?" he said, and you tilted your head as you hit his arms, and he laughed.

"See, I'm sure you're going to get mad at me after this," he said as he ran his hand through your thigh. "What if I actually cheated, but I'm scared to tell you the truth?" you asked, and with that, he hit you with a pillow, which made you break out in laughter.

"What? Does it hurt?" you teased, but he just looked at you while chuckling, still unable to believe what you just said. "It hurts," he confessed, which made you laugh.

"What if this is the last time you'll laugh like that?" he said, which made you laugh harder. "What if I don't really love you and the one that I love is your brother?" you said as you laughed silently, and his face became gloomy.

"That's it, I'm done," he said as he stood up. You followed him while dying of laughter. "Babe, I'm sorry," you said as you chuckled. "Talk to yourself, I don't want to talk to you," he said, sulking, which made you laugh.

© shinskichan

[fic-dumpster]

Kakucho x Reader || blurb, romantic vomit, kissing.

Thinking about Kakucho…

he’s so big and rough around the edges, yk? He struggles to find the right words sometimes, but the moment you’re sitting on his lap and he has you close, arms wrapped around you? He’s eyes literally sparkle and go oh… so very soft as they delicately travel all over your face.

He loves it. He loves you, your company, your presence, your everything. You know he’s honest, although a bit unpolished, but that’s just part of his charm. And in those moments when it’s just the two of you and he can’t get his tongue to work, you cave in with pleasure; knowing exactly what he needs without further instruction.

It’s not one sided, that deep connection? No. He also knows how to move you, handling you with so much care with… those hands that have felt and caused so much pain. He knows sometimes you need it—him. No questions asked.

Then there’s the kissing. It’s not a spark extinguishing in an instant. It’s a lasting sensation—a fire ignited, burning through both your bodies the moment your lips meet. You’ve been keeping at steady peace, no hurry to end or move on. His cracked lips stroking gently yours… yours that feel soft and plump as his tongue caresses its edges.

A moment that should last forever, but it’s been a while and both your lips had gone a bit numb, that familiar tingling already taking over your swollen lips. Breathes blending as one and it’s so safe with him, so easy to let go. He’s got you.

“Be good and let go,” he rasped, voice gone hoarse from the lack of use of it.

And you do… because you know he’ll take care of it all. Just like you’re there for him, he’s there for you.