#kakucho fluff

[kazutora-kurokawa]

I love your headcanons, can you do kaku x model reader who's bitchy and moody af but still pretty kind...

Bonten!Kakucho x Model!Reader

♡ SFW, fluff, gn reader, bitchy!reader, Kakucho being reader's personal guard dog ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon 💗

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♥️ Your sassiness is what drew him to you in the first place, you seemed like exact opposites

♥️ Once he got to know you and saw the other, much sweeter side of you, he fell twice as hard

♥️ He accompanies you to all your runway walks, photoshoots, fan meets, etc.

♥️ He's on high alert the entire time too and won't hesitate to put hands on someone for getting too touchy with you

♥️ He's always taking you out shopping and filling up your closet with all the latest designer clothes (and a few of his shirts)

♥️ He spoils you rotten and loves bringing you around the other Bonten members (despite his hesitancy in the beginning) because you absolutely clock them to hell and back

♥️ He does get a little tense when you tell certain members to shut up though, especially Mikey, although he doesn't seem to care much

♥️ He's just madly in love with you, bitchiness and all

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[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.

✣ ✣ ✣

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.

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.˚⊹ 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!”

[manjiroia]

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 ♡

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐀𝐍

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

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𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... After the party came to an end after finding out that your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend, you ended up spending the night in the care of your ex-boyfriend's best friend

⌕ I m a g i n e s !!

𖥻 𝐹𝑡. Kakucho Hitto and Izana Kurokawa

tw! abusive relationship, mention of aggression/injury, a bit smut, virginity loss, unprotected sex, strong words, threats, insecurities about relationships, sensitive content in general, be careful

"..." The silence of the gale blew throughout that beautiful garden, ending up being hidden by the remnants of loud music that could still be heard even from afar, Kakucho stood up and gently took your trembling and cold hand, the boy looked directly for you, not being able to help but notice your wound that was still exposed, without taking long, he took you out of that place, heading to the garage of the house and looking for the car in which they came to the same party ruined by Izana.

"I really need to get you home now, it's better that no one sees you in this state." He said calmly as he worriedly opened the car door and helped you get in, throughout the journey back to the house, you remained silent, remained lost in your deep thoughts and reflections, and so, it didn't take long to arrive at your house, when Kokonoi's car was parked in the garage, Kakucho kindly remained a true gentleman, again taking care in helping you out of the car and opening the door of his house so you could enter without making too much effort and ending up getting worse your injury in some way.

"You're adorable, Kakucho! Thank you so much for helping me, I-I'm still sorry for being so rude to you." Giving him a small smile, you invited him in, however, initially Kakucho seemed reluctant to actually approach you.

"...Are you sure you want me around? I don't mind leaving, just ask me." He questioned, looking away as he walked through the door.

You looked at him shyly, waiting for him to enter to lock the lock. "Again, if it's not too much to ask, please, I want you to stay."

"It's okay, since you want it that way, I feel better if I can keep taking care of you." Kakucho said right after, being careful, he took you to the sofa, making you sit down.

"Argh..." You sat up, taking your hands to your injured neck and making an expression of pain, after all, Izana didn't care about hurting you, at that moment, Kakucho immediately approached you, completely overcome with great concern. "That hurt... Damn, forgive me for leaving you alone with him, I wasn't even good enough to protect you."

"You warned me, you don't need to blame for a mistake that wasn't yours." You said, holding his face and stroking it, Kakucho looked at you again and you could see how much his eyes shone when he looked at you, at that same moment, that atmosphere returned between you who just looked at each other, you never you had seen Kakucho like that and at the same time that unknown feeling that arose left you completely confused, that same feeling warmed your heart like never before and that desire was definitely reciprocated.

"Okay, I'm going to get something to bandage this up before it ends up getting worse." When Kakucho realized how close you were, out of concern for his wound, he ended up breaking the "mood", walking away and going in search of some bandages.

He went to your bathroom and got some gauze and some painkillers, as soon as he returned to the room, he sat next to you in complete silence, just taking care of your injury, his hands were light despite being noticeably so strong, he seemed concentrated and distressed at the same time, as soon as he finished bandaging himself, Kakucho left all those first aid materials aside and surprised you with a hug.

"Now, I can hug you without being afraid of hurting you." Giving an awkward laugh, he whispered as he hugged you.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Kaku." In a few words, you thanked him by returning the hug.

"... I don't want to be just a bully, you understand that shit, don't you? This all happened really fast and I really don't want to end with this feeling I have for you." Decreasing the intensity but still remaining in the hug, Kakucho said in a tone of discouragement, he honestly didn't want you to just use him to forget Izana, even if it seemed wrong to him, Kakucho just wanted to feel truly loved by the person he loved so much. loved in secret to maintain their friendship.

You felt the discontent in the boy's words and it made your heart sink. "I would never use you, Kakucho, I just didn't know I could feel something for you, I'm sorry for having ended up with the wrong person, honestly, I couldn't imagine that the right person was so close..."

"I'm not the right person for you, nor Izana, I like you enough to think you deserve someone better than two delinquents." Pulling away again, he said seriously as he stared at her face. "Don't talk about yourself like that! I know you're not just any delinquent." Immediately, you responded without thinking much, however, keeping your words to him sincere as possible.

"...Actually, I think I'd better leave now, I'm sorry again for anything." Kakucho got up from where you were and shrugged, but you ended up getting up right away and holding him by the arm. "N-no need to leave..."

"And also, I believe it's best if we forget what happened between us." Kakucho spoke, you could hear in his tone how much he was fighting his own feelings.

"If you really love me, you won't leave me!" In an unexpected impulse, you can't just let him walk away without more, not even after finally managing to declare himself in the midst of an inappropriate situation.

"... I can't! Damn, I can't... I know it's repetitive, but, you really wouldn't understand." In a loud thought, he replied unwillingly.

"I want to try and if you walk out that door, you're the one who will be giving up how you feel about me." Again, silence took over the place, Kakucho turned to you and looked at you in silence.

"...If I betray Izana, I will be betraying my only true friendship." The taller one spoke almost in a whisper, not even being able to keep his eyes on you, he just fixed his eyes on a distant point. "And if I leave, I'll be burying the feelings I've been harboring for you since the first time I laid eyes on your face, even though it was wrong, I didn't mind kissing you at that damn moment." Looking back at you as if he was seeing beyond you, he said subtly while shaking his head in denial, Kakucho was putting pressure on himself to make a difficult choice and amidst so many wars in his mind, he felt like he was at peace. while still keeping you in front of his eyes.

As you listened carefully to each of those words, you understood how important Izana was to Kakucho, however, you did not remain unimportant, ending up being the owner of the most genuine feelings he could have, having no idea if that was true love or not, the doubt didn't make you feel less loved by Kakucho, despite feeling countless sensations, you remained silent, just looking at the taller one with your eyes that betrayed sea air.

"I don't want to give up on you, I can't give up on you..." Without hesitating to interrupt Kakucho, you approached again in an impulsive act of pure courage, he also didn't hesitate to get closer once again giving himself to a passionate kiss, this time, that same kiss went beyond all the ones you had already received, in turn, you ended up reciprocating that same feeling, giving yourself completely without caring about anything that had happened previously or anyone else, at that exact moment, the world around you seemed to have frozen for both of you, you held him by the back of the neck while he held you by the waist, making you lie down on the sofa in your living room, still being careful with your injuries, suddenly, all that intensity It turned into even more desire, making simple caresses send goosebumps all over her body and she didn't feel like putting an end to it all at any point.

"I-I don't want to cross the line with you." Breaking the kiss, Kakucho spoke while still keeping his hands on her body. "I also don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of your weakness..."

"Go on, I'm asking for it, Kakucho... I-I know you like taking orders." You said as you pulled him close again, he ended up just giving in to your request and kissing you again. "I'll give you what you want." Kakucho slid his hands down your legs, supporting them on his body, for a moment, he couldn't help but shyly admire the beautiful neckline of your red dress.

"...Honestly? There is no compliment I can use to describe how perfect you are." Extending the insistent kisses on your neck and chest, he couldn't help but praise you, Kakucho was certainly being true to every word he said, giving himself to you body and soul while you helped him unbutton the buttons on the dress shirt he wore, as soon as he set it aside, you realized how strong he was when you laid eyes on those defined abs. "Are you sure you want me?" He questioned, running his hand over his own muscles while you just nodded in affirmation, distracted by such beauty.

"Do you mind that I've never done this before?" Still worried and a little shy, the taller one couldn't help but question.

"...We're going to do this for the first time together, if you don't mind..." You looked away again and remained silent as you unzipped your own dress, remaining in just your underwear in front of him.

"I have to confess that I'm happy to you trust me enough for this, princess..." Understanding your "message" he immediately fell silent as he surrendered himself to your lips again, after, kissing your neck, he ended up not hesitating to leave some marks on your breasts when he unbuttoned your bra, Kakucho started to take everything more seriously when he kept you completely naked just for him, you believed that he would be careful and it really wasn't any different, despite that, Kakucho didn't stop "going deeper" into you when he felt that you you were already used to it, when your legs were shaking and you couldn't stand it for another second, suddenly, your phone started ringing non-stop, interrupting the act.

Kakucho stopped what he was doing, already having in mind that the one who was persistently calling his phone was Izana. "Stay calm." He said holding her face when he saw her with a scared expression as you also knew who it was on that call.

"I-Izana, it's Izana, turn off that phone, please Kakucho." With a shaky voice, you responded apprehensively as Kakucho took your phone and turned it off, but that wouldn't stop Izana, you realized that when you heard a knock on your door.

"Holy shit, this guy never gets tired of being a bastard!" The taller one said as he helped you get dressed and got dressed right after. "You don't need to be afraid of him, I won't let him get close to you."

"Come on up, I'll sort it out with him." Kakucho sent you up the stairs, he wouldn't allow Izana to even see you after all that.

"Don't open the door! Kakucho, please don't open it, please!" Holding onto his arm, out of fear, you begged him not to open that door while the knocking became increasingly louder.

Izana's insistence intensified even more as you stared at each other, making you both even more apprehensive about Izana's presence shouting for you outside the house. "Open the fucking door, [Name]! Am I going to have to break into your damn house?"

"Trust me, go lock yourself in your room and I'll sort it out."

"What will he think about seeing you here at this time? Kakucho, if he does something to you I won't forgive myself!"

"You need to trust me! Please, I know the friend I have, go upstairs, please."

You just did as Kakucho told you, heading upstairs and hiding in your room, you couldn't hold back the tears as you tried to hear what was happening downstairs.

"What the fuck? Kakucho? What the fuck are you doing at my girlfriend's house?" Izana exclaimed as soon as Kakucho opened the door, he really didn't expect his best friend to be there.

"Ex-girlfriend, you mean ex-girlfriend, do you realize the shit you did? Damn, Izana!"

"Fuck you, man, where's my fucking girlfriend? And who do you think you are to give me any orders?" Izana responded with an air of superiority and trying to get through the door, but he didn't expect that Kakucho would have the courage to stop him.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you near her again after you hit her? And you? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"What the fuck kind of friend are you? Aren't you going to tell me you were fucking that stupid bitch?"

"If you call her a bitch again I'll show you what a fucking friend I am when I smash your face in."

"Oh yeah! So it's true? Do you want congratulations for taking her virginity before me? Or maybe you want a prize? Who would have thought that someone as pathetic as you would be able to fuck a girl."

"... You're fucking stupid, I don't know how I ever considered you my best friend, Izana, holy shit."

"Aren't you going to share it with me? I was the one who found it first, do you think you can come and steal what's mine?"

"... Get out now, it's better for both of us, you don't want me to take you out of here, do you?"

"You know what? At least I have her friend as comfort, stay there with my "Remains"." Izana shrugged and finally gave up on insisting on seeing you since he was drunk enough to forget you for that night.

Kakucho locked that damn door and assured him that he had really left, the boy couldn't hide how disappointed he was at having lost his childhood friend that night, despite that, he simply couldn't agree with those attitudes, at that moment, the only one The brunette's real concern was for you, as soon as he went up the stairs, he knocked on your bedroom door. "[Name]? Can you open the door for me, princess?" As soon as you heard him, he immediately went to unlock the door while bursting into tears.

"Please don't leave my side again, Kakucho." Hugging him, you said while resting your head on his chest.

"...I'll just get away from you when you want me to."

"Don't talk like that, I won't want you to leave my side."

"You know things that start very quickly end up ending very quickly."

"What do you mean? Kakucho?"

"Nothing... You better rest, it's almost dawn and you've already been through a lot."

"You don't have to hide things from me anymore, you know that."

"What happened between us, that's the problem, I mean... It's not a problem, but the way it happened, let's face it, it was shit, you were just betrayed and I'm afraid that you still don't trust me when I say that I'm not the kind of guy like Izana."

Not knowing what to say to that speech, you just remained silent while Kakucho seemed to think carefully before saying another word.

"The context in which I confessed my feelings, our approach, even our sex, I don't want it all to be in vain or something that lasted for just one night, it's you I want, I've always wanted." Almost like an outburst, he finally expressed himself.

"I also don't want this to be just a temporary thing, maybe, in fact, I'm sure we can make this work!" You responded in a calm tone despite feeling your heart beating faster.

"We're going to make this work." He responded right away with a smile that came naturally.

Returning the same smile, you hugged him even tighter. "Of course we will go..."

"Anyway, that's enough for today. You need rest to recover soon." After kissing you on the forehead, he took you to the bathroom and helped you take a shower, when he finished redoing your bandages and making sure you were calmer, Kakucho carried you on his lap to your bed and wrapped you in the covers.

"Rest, I'll be here when you wake up so you don't have to worry about anything." It was late, almost dawn, all those emotions left you exhausted, for that reason Kakucho kept you comfortable in his arms, stroking your hair subtly until you finally fell into a deep sleep, even though he was completely shaken and also tired. , he definitely didn't mind spending the rest of the night awake, watching you worriedly, if you felt bad at any point, he would definitely want to be there to keep you well, so Kakucho remained protecting you and ensuring that for a while moment, forget all that hell.

[tetsutits]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐒 — kakucho x fem!reader.

# kantou manji kaku, three deities aftermath, established relationship, relationship angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive (making out), injury/blood. (wc. ~2k) barely edited im sorry :(

In the quiet streets of late-night Kanto, Japan, where the bars are closing down, and the harsh winds speak hushed whispers into cold skin, you sit on a worn out couch in a worn out building with a first-aid kit in your lap.

Even with the box being as little as a jewelry one, it almost feels like a bag of bricks with how your worry adds to the weight.

“kaku’...” you whisper, scared to break the little bubble of tension in the room, a little furrow in your brow, “I’m worried about you.”

his eyes flicker between the wooden floors and his hands in his lap, pinned in hyperfocus as he worries his lower lip between his teeth.

“you don’t need to,” he says, voice low, “I don't want you to carry any extra weight… especially if it's me.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes can’t help but well up in tears, threatening to fall and wet your cheeks.

you suck in a harsh breath, as if it would do anything to calm the surge of emotions in your heart, “h-how can I not?”

kakucho furrows his brows, squeezing and unsqueezing his fist, watching the blood on his knuckles ooze out from the deep cuts. It doesn’t hurt him anymore, he thinks nothing could at this point. If you break a finger, you can heal it, if you break a leg, you can heal that too, if you get shot, chances are you will survive.

he throws his entire body in fights with no regard to his physical health — he knows the consequences wouldn’t hurt him much anyway.

but you?

It hurts you to see him like this. It hurts you more than it hurts him. the type of hurt that can’t just heal overnight. the type of hurt that will bleed over and over no matter how many times it's healed and scarred over. and he thinks he could never get over the look of pure agony in your eyes at first glance – which is why he sits here, in this dark room, with you by his side aiding his wounds and his eyes glued to the floor, trying to tell you that he’s not worth your tears or your worry.

he can’t meet your eyes.

he feels a warm palm against his cheek, a little wet from what he assumes are your tears.

“please, just look at me,” you voice breaks. at this point the lump in his throat feels like he’s swallowed an entire rock. he doesn’t dare say another word, but he complies, moving his head to the side to look at your achingly beautiful face.

his heart squeezes in his chest. it hurts him to see you like this — more than you’d ever know. he doesn’t know how to handle being genuinely cared for, being loved, but you? you’ve loved him like it was breathing. you’ve cared for him like it was second nature.

and he doesn’t know how to handle it, how could he? when he’s been raised with no parents, no siblings, no family and no friends and no one to look after him, even after izana died. If anything, the guilt he feels inside him could consume him. he doesn’t deserve you. and you shouldn’t be here, staying up late at night, just so you could patch him up.

It's always fight after fight, after fight.

and it’s all the same. and you’re always there. as stubborn as you are, nothing he says to you will get you to leave him. and he just can’t understand why you’re still here.

“i… don’t want you to cry.” he manages, “you don’t deserve this. you deserve so much better.”

—than what I'm giving, he wants to say. but the words never make it across to you.

you stroke his bruised cheek so softly, so calmly, he thinks he could stay here with you forever. just savoring the way your fingertips leak love into his damaged skin. and sometimes, he thinks it’s a problem. that you have too much love. so much that it overflows inside you and seeps from your soft fingers.

and he soaks it up as if he can never get enough of it — enough of you. there’s love in everything you do, and he finds himself being swept up with the way you leave your love everywhere you go. when you touch him, he can feel it deep within his soul. like the damage inside him can only be ever healed by you, like you’re the only remedy to the deep cuts he has inside him.

“I'm here because I love you.” you whisper. “there’s no ‘better’, kaku. there’s only you.”

you set the kit down on the coffee table, and make your way back to him, now holding his face in both your palms so you could look straight at him.

“I don't want anyone else, but you.”

he feels a thick thump in his throat, blocking and sealing it shut so that he doesn’t dare speak. no matter how much he swallows down the guilt and pain, it resurfaces ten times stronger. tilting his head, he leans into your touch and closes his eyes, savoring the way you hold him like delicate glass.

“i don’t understand why you’re doing this…” he says, voice sullen. “you keep hurting yourself by being here and…. i keep hurting you.”

the atmosphere surrounding you both is soft, melancholy; but you don’t comment about it. he feels you breathe in, sniffing back your tears and trying yourself to keep yourself together before your tears start to fall once more.

“well you’re not trying to hurt me, are you?”

he snaps his head up, furrowing his brows, “i, no, of course not, i would nev-“

“kakucho,” you say, wiping your eyes with a little smile on your lips, “i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again,”

he watches as you move while you speak, settling over his thighs and on his lap, the little skirt you wear rides up and he quickly pins his gaze back to you.

“i’m here because i want to be here.” you whisper, still cradling his face in your hands. “you don’t have to do this alone... let me carry your pain with you.”

he looks up at you like a lost puppy, and then hurriedly buries his face into your chest to hide the watering of his eyes. his heart burns in his chest, and he has no idea what to do with himself anymore. he thanks the gods above for the blessing that is you, for he doesn’t know what he’s ever done in his life to earn something as gentle and caring as you are.

“i don’ know what i did t’deserve you.” he speaks, but the words are muffled by your shirt. “a fuckin’ angel on earth, god.”

you giggle, sniffing away the last of your tears. you hold him like this, for who knows how long. just stroking the back of his head and letting him rest against your chest. you feel his strong arms wrap around you like a cage, like he wants to keep you safe from all the evil and harm in the world. he pins you to him and you let him, just sitting in silence and finding comfort in each others hold.

the two of you don’t speak for a while. just soaking in the warmth of each other, and you feel him tilt his head up so he can breathe deep into the crook of your neck, skimming his nose over the soft skin like a prized cat showering their owner in love.

“kaku,” you whisper, lifting his face with two fingers.

“yes, baby?” he hums, a deep sound resonating within, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. you lean closer to him, nudging the tip of his nose with yours and massaging the firm muscles of his shoulders.

you plant one, two, three soft kisses on his lips. another on the dark bruise forming over his cheekbone, one more on his eyebrow, and lastly one on his forehead like it would heal the open wound.

you giggle, “you look like you’re enjoying this too much.”

he smiles and his eyes fall shut, “‘cant get enough.”

“yeah?” you kiss him once more on the lips, this time deeper and with more passion, “good thing we have all night.”

he groans into your mouth, chasing your sweet lips every time you pull away. you loop your arms around his neck while he grips your behind to yank you even closer to him, letting his thighs spread apart further.

and he really means it when he says he can’t get enough, greedily sucking your lower lip and swiping his tongue over it. one hand comes up to hold you softly by the jaw, a small command, yet leaves you lightheaded at the fact that he always craves control with you.

moving his thumb to your chin, he lightly pulls down so your plush lips drop open, giving his tongue better access to tangle with yours. his other arm is rooted in place, wrapped around you so he could keep you near him at all times.

“fuck,” he groans, “you drive me insane.”

the ache in your core is undeniable, and you feel him just as needy as you are with the tent forming in his pants. it’s all too much — your whimpers are swallowed up by his mouth, all while his hips cant up into yours. if he pushes up just a little more, with a little more force, and grips you a tiny bit harder you think you’ll—

“god, get a fucking room.”

you pull away from him with a gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“what the fuck are you —“

“you didn’t hear the door open, dumbass,” ran rolls his eyes, “too busy sucking face.”

kakucho lowers you down on the couch next to him and stands up, anger building behind his eyes. “who the fuck said you could come in?”

“i told you i was coming,”

“a-and you don’t knock?!” you pipe up, heat crawling up your face all the way to your ears.

ran pushes the door fully open and walks in like he owns the damn place. “sorry, sweetheart. didn’t know you were here,” he winks at you.

“yeah? well she is. you can leave now, by the way. don’t forget to close the door on your way out, too.”

you hide your embarrassed smile behind your hand, seeing that the older haitani scans your form up and down with a smirk on his face gets your boyfriend heated like nothing else. they always manage to get on his nerves, especially when it comes to you.

“alright, alright! i’m leaving, damn,” ran says as soon as kakucho starts to push him out of the room, “you treat your guests like shit, kakucho.”

“when they barge in like you.”

ran stops right at the door to peek his head in one last time, “you enjoy your night, darling.”

his words have you looking away in embarrassment, finding the double-meaning behind his words. you hide your face in your hands.

“we will. now get out.”

[mochiswifey]

KAKUCHO

[vincent-4ever]

Hiii! I love this request and it's been requested like months ago but I've been on a hiatus unfortunately 😿😿 IM BACK THO!

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Kakucho x Celebrity!reader

Warnings: None really. G!n reader

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ೃ⁀➷ You guy's thought you were being secretive. Well, more like Kakucho thought you were. You knew people were bound to find out considering you have many fans

ೃ⁀➷ He also insisted that when he's not with friends you're allowed to "not be so secretive"

ೃ⁀➷ You thought that the other members of tenjiku already knew, but somehow, they didn't.

ೃ⁀➷ It's not that they're stupid, there's probably a few members that already knew

ೃ⁀➷ Ran 100% tried hitting on you after he found out, but stopped after he realized you aren't interested and rindou told him to stop 💀

ೃ⁀➷ Izana probably already knew. You always found it weird that you tried to cover your face around them and you were always wearing some kind of accessory like a hat or a mask to hide your identity.

ೃ⁀➷ Despite him knowing he definitely wasn't ready for everyone else finding out 😭

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IDK HOW I DID BUT YEAH. hope you guys liked 😍😍

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Bonten timeline) Had a random head canon that since kakucho is 100% on the top 3 best boyfriend list I had a hc that when his lover is drunk he Takes on the role of taking care of her and when he's undressing her and redressing her drunk body into some pjs when she starts too whine and struggle he'll praise her as he helps her get comfortable calling you things like "good girl" "your doing so well love" ect that's my fluffy drunk user headcanon

A/N ::: So, one of my favorite anons turned moots sends me the best asks about our TokRev boys. I truly hate myself for my inability to keep anything short. Start giving me word limits, guys. Seriously. Or I'll just keep going apeshit.

C/W ::: Kakucho x F.reader, drinking at clubs, reader is a lightweight, Kaku' takes care of her. Literally I love him to pieces. "Koneko" means kitten in Japanese.

WC ::: 1,008

I read this as many times as I could. One of these days I'll figure out how to effectively read stuff.

Kakucho IS THE WORLD’S BEST boyfriend. I know this deep within my psyche and even deeper within my soul.

He always has your back (especially when he has you on it. But I digress).

After a night of being out at some exclusive clubs and drinking expensive drinks (that HE fights with you about to just "shut your damn mouth woman and let me pay for them" - respectfully, of course!), you guys catch an Uber and go home.

You're so drunk that you've fallen asleep in the car more than a couple of times. And it's not that you're sloppy drunk or anything. You're just a bit of a lightweight.

Kakucho finds this one of the more charming things about you on the occasion you do let loose and drink.

The driver gets you guys back to his place and he wakes you up gently by stroking your face and squeezing your shoulder. "We're home, let's go inside."

He pays the driver, thanks them and proceeds to help you walk to the house with his arm under yours and around your waist. Eventually picking you up and just carrying you because you're just taking so long and he wants to get you to bed because he's tired as hell, too. (He really just wants to cuddle up next to you. You were dancing so much tonight and he doesn't dance so all he could do was look at you shakin' your ass all night. He missed you - despite being no more than 10-15 feet away from you while you were out on the floor.)

Finally inside, he gets you to the bed and sits you down on the edge.

"I'll be right back." Kakucho walked out of the room and you heard the garage door open. Then the dryer door opened and closed a minute later. "Here's some pajamas, one of my t-shirts and some shorts. Is that ok?" He asked.

You nodded and stood - rather, tried to stand up so you could undress. "Kakuuuu! I nee-" you hiccupped "hahaha! Jesus. I need help, please? I'm sooo tired an' 'ni jus' wanna gotuh sleep! I danced 'n drank 'n danced around 'n now I wanna sleep, Kaku!"

He grabbed you some clean panties from your drawer in his dresser and laid all of the clothes he got for you beside you on the bed. "Oh, my baby is tired. Come here. Let me help you. Let me do the hard stuff."

Kakucho kneeled on the floor in front of you and began unbuckling your heels. "That's it. Letting me take care of you, such a good girl. Ok, I'm going to lift your dress over your head and get the shirt on, ok?"

He's your king of consent, even over something as innocent as helping you get out of your eveningwear and into your pajamas.

You nodded and threw your arms up over your head, smacking him on the underside of his chin on their way up. "OH SHIT! KAKU! ARE YOU OK! SHIT I'M SO SORRY!"

He rolled his jaw around a few times and laughed, "Helluva hit there, koneko," he laughed as he lifted your dress up and off of your body. Leaving you in just your bra and the panties you had on earlier. "H-here put this t-shirt on now and then I'll take your bra off and put those other ... um, under things on."

This was hilarious to you how shy he still was with you sometimes and that he couldn't say the word "panties". The reality was that some of the things he's said to you are far worse than that.

"K." You were so agreeable right now. Not that you weren't always, but like, there was zero resistance coming from you tonight.

"My sleepy girl. Doing so good tonight. Letting me dress you like my very own little doll." Kakucho chuckled at the thought of you actually being a life-size doll for him to play with. He was still a little drunk, too, so you let it slide.

After you had his shirt on, he stood behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding it down your arms and pulling it through the sleeves of the shirt, tossing it on the chair in the corner of the room. He was so gentle, his hands grazing your skin as he did so.

You shivered.

"You're doing so well, tipsy little baby. Here, let me help you put ... these (your panties) and your shorts on." He slid the lace up your legs, followed by the cotton shorts.

You didn't want to wear those shorts anymore and you whined.

Kakucho shushed you and guided you down onto the bed anyway. "I know, I know. You'll forget all about them once you're laying down. Ok?"

He tucked you under the covers and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Do you need anything else, baby?"

"Just you. Wanna cuddle you and go to sleep. Please? Kaku, I love youuu." You were so tired and so drunk and he was so cute and nice to you right now - and ALL THE TIME. You just wanted to be wrapped up in him and around him.

"You're my girl. Forever. I love you too. Sweet dreams." He kissed your forehead again and closed his eyes.

He chuckled and undressed, taking off his shirt, pants, and socks, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

Thanks to the alcohol, you were seeing 2 of him and it was better than anything you’d ever witnessed. He slid under the covers and pulled you into his arms.

He didn't even care that you were still drunkenly babbling about how much you loved him and that he was your favorite person in the whole wide world.

But he'd have honestly given anything to record you muttering about all of that in your sleepy, drunk voice just before you dozed off. Tightly pressed to him and wrapped up in his arms Sleeping in your own little private heaven for the next 7 1/2 hours.

Taglist ::: @katkitkats @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Head canon on sanzu and kakucho type of girl🫶🏼🫶🏼

Their Type of Girl

♡ SFW, mentions of fighting and murder, brief descriptions of personality and relationship, body type/skin tone etc not specified ♡

Characters: Sanzu and Kakucho

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩵 you didn't specify, so I just wrote for Bonten

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Bonten!Sanzu

🌸 Goes after a woman that could absolutely wreck his life if he fucked her over

🌸 Sweet on the outside, bitchy and stubborn on the inside

🌸 Probably doesn't want anything serious because of his line of work, so he'd say he only wants something casual (casual my ass, he falls head over heels within the first week)

🌸 He's insecure about the scars on his mouth (even though he acts nonchalant about it), so he'd want a woman who reassures him that he's not a monster

🌸 Has to have his sense of humor (and his affinity for violence and fighting)

🌸 Loves a strong independent woman who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty by helping him dispose of a body

Bonten!Kakucho

🩷 He'd get himself an extra sweet woman fr (she'd be caring and motherly)

🩷 Has to be smart and a smartass, he'd enjoy the little sarcastic remarks she makes every time he talks about his coworkers

🩷 Has to not mind his scar (maybe give it a little kiss too 😗)

🩷 Doesn't mind if she's nosey, as long as she stays out of his business when it comes to work

🩷 She has to be comfortable around Izana because that crazy motherfucker is always around pestering Kakucho about the most trivial things

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

[marahuyomae]

Y/N: DO you know why Kakucho never got caught or went to jail even tho he is a criminal? Sanzu: Why? Y/N: Because he's an orphan! Sanzu:??? Y/N: Orphans are never wanted...

[twilightakiishi]

summary: kakucho is shy around you, and has a very dramatic inner monologue. ft. izana, ran, rindou, and shion.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff. crack/comedy?

warnings: f! reader, kaku is very nervous, he refers to his scar, but it isn’t really talked about, this is really the first time i've posted fic so let me know if i missed anything!

“everybody shut up.” izana stares intensely into the corner of the banquet hall with a hand held out to silence ran, rindou, and shion. the trio pause mid conversation to follow their leader’s gaze. 

 “oh! they put out more punch. ima go get—”

izana swings an arm across shion’s chest, catapulting the blond back to where he was standing before, alongside rindou. “if you ruin this, i’ll put rindou in charge of ruining your joints.”

the three of them exchange a confused look, brows furrowed, then turn back to izana curiously.

 “ruin what, exactly?” ran questions.

 izana snaps his head toward the three of them, “kakucho’s moment. don’t you see who he’s speaking to?”

 with the way kakucho is carrying himself right now, if izana hadn’t pointed him out, they never would’ve spotted him. kakucho, usually headstrong and self-assured, standing tall and intimidating on a normal day, is currently fidgeting with his jewelry and looking everywhere except at the girl in front of him. it makes rindou cringe, and ran huffs out a laugh at his brother’s expression.

“and how exactly is this his…moment?”

“he looks like he’d rather be doing anything than talking to that person.”

“seriously. dude looks miserable. what’s his deal?”

izana sighs, exasperated, “can you three shut up? i’m trying to read their lips and i can’t concentrate with your yapping.”

“...doesn’t look like he’s saying much.” rindou notes.

“not with his mouth at least. man is screaming internally, by the looks of him, though.” 

kakucho senses eyes on him from afar, and takes that as an opportunity to once again avert his eyes from yours. the sight of izana and the three idiots watching him with amusement is the last thing he needs right now. if he keeps fumbling this hard, he’ll never hear the end of it from them.

“kaku-chan? you good?” your voice snaps him back to reality. 

“huh? me? yeah. yeah, i’m…” his eyes flicker back over to where his friends are standing, and shion is giving him an obnoxious double thumbs up as izana slaps both his arms down to his sides. he sighs, and looks back to you, “i’m fine. great, even,” he chuckles nervously and downs his entire cup of punch to alleviate the dryness in his mouth. except, he doesn’t swallow soon enough, and the last bits of punch dribble down his chin onto his dress shirt. you’re blowing it, kakucho, he thinks to himself.

you try to hide a giggle behind your hand, but he clocks it, and wishes he could just crawl into a hole and never emerge again. i guess it’s time to pull a haitani and completely change my hairstyle. i wonder what color would make me unrecognizable. maybe i even go bald. and i also leave japan. and i’ll bulk up so big, i’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe. yeah, this could work…

his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hand on his chest, dabbing the liquid away with a napkin. he freezes, and slowly looks down to see your face twisted in concentration, with that small little smile that never really leaves your lips. you’re so pretty up close. he wants to brush away the strands of hair that are sticking to your lipgloss, but he thinks if he moves even an inch, he might wake up in a cold sweat. this is a dream, right? yeah. yeah, must be. that’s why i’m so warm i feel like i could pass out, and that’s why i can’t hear her, even though her lips are moving. 

…wait. “huh?”

you giggle again, and repeat louder, “i said, it’s a good thing your shirt is red. the punch is the same exact color,” after careful consideration, you add, “your eye, too.” 

“my… my eye?”

“yeah. your shirt and your eye are the same color.” his cheeks are now, too, but you think you might finally be getting some words out of him, so you decide to keep that to yourself. “did you do that on purpose? I didn’t know you were so detail-oriented, kaku-chan.” 

he laughs nervously at the nickname you give him. you overheard takemichi calling him that one day, and you haven’t called him anything else since. he makes a mental note to thank takemichi for that next time he sees him. 

“uh, yeah! totally.” he’s lying through his teeth. he knows damn well kokonoi helped him put his outfit together, but he’s not giving that asshole any credit right now. he’ll thank him later. this is his moment.

you don’t buy it for a second. he’s a terrible liar, and it’s kind of endearing. you play along anyway. “well, you clean up real nice. it’s nice to see you dressed up for a change. classy. and i’m a fan of the grown out hair.” he really wasn’t expecting you to go from making a simple observation to complimenting his entire appearance, and he feels like he could faint again. play it cool, kakucho. 

“oh. i really just grew it out to kinda…,” he motions to his scar, “cover this up a little bit.” he has no idea why he even pointed out the one thing he doesn’t like to bring attention to. in his head, he is chasing around a little kakucho with a mallet, calling him stupid and spouting various threats.

you furrow your brows and tilt your head, and his heart melts a little. “why, though?” you question.

he doesn’t know what you mean, or what kind of answer you’re expecting. but ran told him once that girls don’t like sob stories, and rindou told him once that girls like honest guys. 

so he shrugs. “‘cause i know it’s not the easiest on the eyes.”

you frown a bit, and then smile sweetly. “well…i like it on you. it makes you look unique. in a good way.”

he blinks a few times, and his eyes grow ten times in size, seemingly in slow motion. 

“i’m sorry, did i upset you?” your eyes flicker between his, unsure if you had crossed a boundary.

“n-no!” he clears his throat, and deepens his voice a bit, “no. i just…i was just shocked, is all.”

“oh. well, don’t be. a handsome guy like you shouldn't be shocked to receive a compliment,” you laugh.

you’re trying to kill him, he thinks. before he can even begin to think of how to respond to that, you’re walking away to the table your friends are at. he sighs. well, consider her fumbled. can’t wait to hear what spectacular advice izana has for me this time. he turns around, prepared for the walk of shame back to his own table, but when he meets their eyes, izana is wearing a knowing smile, the haitanis are mouthing words he can’t recognize from this far and shaking their heads side to side, and shion is peeking his eyes out from between his fingers. kakucho has no idea what to make from those reactions, until he feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he spins around to see you. 

“trying to get away from me already?” you raise an eyebrow at him, who’s looking at you like you grew another head.

“wha- no! you– i…uh, i thought–” he cuts himself off when he hears your laugh again, and his body goes tense for the millionth time tonight when you reach up to pat your hand against his chest. 

“i’m just messing with you. talk to me more later, yeah?”

“yeah…for sure.” it comes out more breathily than he would’ve liked, but really, he feels lucky to still be standing right now. you take your hand off his chest and start to turn to walk back to your table. 

he blurts out your name, with no plan of what he’s going to say next. you look at him expectantly, “yeah?” shit. please, for the love of god, don’t fuck this up right now.

“by the way, you know, uh, for the record…you look pretty tonight…also.” he doesn't dare make eye contact with you until a few seconds after he finishes his sentence. to his relief, the look on your face isn’t one of unease or disgust. in fact, you look…bashful. happy, even. 

“thank you, kaku. you’re too sweet.” you flash him another sweet smile before you part ways with him.

he stands there for a few seconds, unmoving, trying to process what just happened. he doesn’t have a lot of time to think about it before he hears his name being called from the opposite direction, and his boys are waving him over with proud smiles on their faces. fuck. he cringes a bit remembering that they were watching the whole ordeal. 

on his return to the table, he gets four sturdy slaps on the back and about a million rapid fire questions coming from the haitanis and shion. 

“soooo? when’s the wedding? or the restraining order. i couldn’t really tell what was going on.” izana smacks shion on the back of the head. “ow– what the hell was that for?!”

that night, walking back to their respective homes, shion flings an arm around kakucho’s shoulder, much to his dismay. “I’m proud of you, man, i honestly thought you had, like, no rizz, and you kinda looked like a virgin out there–”

ran and rindou speak amongst themselves, “i know madarame is not talking about looking like a rizzless virgin right now.” “dude’s taken one too many hits to the cranium, brother.” 

“–eh?? what’s in your pocket?”

kakucho furrows his brow and he digs around in the pocket of his suit jacket, not recalling putting anything in there before he left. suddenly, he remembers the way your hand lingered over his chest, and he pulls out a napkin with a few blotches of red punch on the corner, unfolding it to see your name and number scribbled on it, followed by a messy little heart and a smiley face. a smirk stretches across his lips, and he turns the napkin around to the trio without a word. 

“mannnn, wipe that stupid smirk off your face, kakucho. you got no game, you just met a girl who’s charmed by losers.”

izana whips his head around. “shion. what did i tell you earlier? about rindou? hm?”  

shion’s arms flail around helplessly. “i’m not ruining shit!”

the haitanis roll their eyes and swat at him. “shut the fuck up shion!” “yeah man, at least he got her number, you’re still bitchless.” madarame mumbles something under his breath with a pout. 

kakucho can’t even pretend to care. the bickering goes right over his head as he’s typing your number into his phone with a soft smile, fully ready to redeem himself with the second chance you’ve so graciously given him.

dividers by @bunnysrph &lt;3

[manjiroia]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ sano manjiro, haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran + rindou, kakucho + hajime kokonoi, draken, hanma + NEW BOY TAIJU :DD

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , gn reader , trying something new and putting in SMUT (in detail, twitter links ;) afab reader) , minors- gtfo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I come back and find out we hit a 1k milestone, so I made these. I apologise if some are OOC, I'm a little out of practice... but anyways, enjoy ♡

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 that keeps at least one arm around you at all times. he's gone through so much, he *needs* to make sure nothing happens to you too ✧ so many kisses... sometimes you need to stop him with your hand on his mouth ✧ ... please give him affection soon though.. we don't want him raging through a meeting cause he's touch starved :')

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 who always comes home with blood stains on his suits, looking for you to clean him up. smiling when you hassle and nag him for not taking enough care of himself, and just chuckles + gives you a headpat instead ✧ he has a hand on your ass EVERYWHERE... literally all the time ✧ it just looks so holdable and cupable, can you blame him?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 that never fails to give you a sweet good morning kiss when he wakes up, makes you breakfast in bed and before he leaves for work. he just loves showing his affection to you ✧ another man that needs to be touching you, it's like someting they all have in common ✧ definitely makes "jokes" about marrying you and knocking you up ✧ its not a joke, but he doesn't think you know that

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 that always gets the faintest blush on his cheeks when he makes the first move. whether its holding your hand or asking if you want to go out for dinner. he's just shy and anxious about your response :')) ✧ when you bring him his lunch cause he forgot?? mannnn ✧ expect him all blushy and shit in the office ✧ he always comes home with a new bouquet at night for you when it does happen, stuttering out a quiet "thanks" for bringing his lunch to work :')) ✧ so cute

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 who holds the hem of your shirt whenever the both of you have to go grocery shopping. the scar over his eye doesn't help with the stares he gets, only feeling his heart thud comfortably in his chest when you look up at him with a soft smile ✧ I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS - he loves headpats ✧ nuzzles into your palm and everything ✧ when he wants one but your not offering, he just bends his head down quietly and waits for you to pat him

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄.... this man, he's always buying you something new every week. he's subtly looking over your shoulder whenever your on a shopping website, making a mental note of it and buying it for you at the end on the week. ✧ .... *sigh* ✧ I hope you have a really big house, if not- it's fine. he'll just buy one and fill it with all the shit he's bought for you ✧ you really need to put your foot down though when it gets too much, like.... who needs 5 different cars for work?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 ONE TWO

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 ONE

this is just all 3 of them (seperately) and this

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐���𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

[buccini555]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... You were invited by your boyfriend Izana Kurokawa to a night party at the Haitani house, but you ended up making a discovery that destroyed your relationship...

⌕ I m a g i n e s!

𖥻 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran & Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and Inui Seishu

tw! abusive relationship, izana being an asshole boyfriend, mention of harassment(?), strong words, betrayal, physical and psychological aggression, threats, psychological abuse (in short, don't read if you're sensitive about toxic relationship) I think that's it... (euphoria reference, thank u for this request, anon ♡)

That night, Izana invited you to a Tenjiku celebration at the famous well-attended house of the Haitani brothers, that would be the first time that you and Izana would openly go out as a couple, because of that, you were more excited than ever, even more because your best friend was also invited to accompany Kakucho, your boyfriend's best friend, without rushing too much, you started to get ready in the late afternoon, especially wearing the carmine red dress, a gift given by Izana along with some of the beautiful jewels of crystal from your collection, as night fell, your friend arrived at your house, she looked as stunning as you, so you remained sitting in front of your house waiting for the boys who were already on their way, so Izana and Kakucho didn't They were slow to arrive, coming to pick them up in a luxury car lent by Kokonoi Hajime.

"You look beautiful as always, my pretty queen." Izana said as soon as he got out of the car, going to hug you and give you a warm kiss, after that, he gave your friend a brief hug while Kakucho just smiled at both of them, holding your hand and opening the door for you, everyone entered the car and headed towards Ran and Rindou's house, you realized that you were close to the place when from afar you started to hear loud music, when you finally arrived, you immediately entered the house, everyone stopped what they were doing just to honor the presence of Izana Kurokawa.

"The stars of the party have finally arrived." Ran came to welcome you with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, which was soon passed into Kurokawa's hands, you ended up sitting near the bar and started drinking, Izana pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you while Kakucho remained drinking only watermelon juice, completely distant from your friend who seemed bored.

"Kakucho? I'll teach you how to please a girl." Izana said with a mischievous smile before starting to kiss you, he held your waist firmly and held you in his lap, not caring about running his hand over your body even over the thin fabric of your dress, initially, he was soft in his insistent touch, but, Izana was no longer hesitant about wanting to fuck you right there. "You're a fucking good girl" He whispered.

"P-please, Izana, stop." You said as he kissed your neck and caresse your breasts. "I'm just teaching Kakucho, be quiet, hmm?" He responded, forcing your waist even more on his member that was showing through his pants. "Please, Izana, s-stop."

"Stop, Izana, she's not enjoying it." Kakucho said right away, even though seeing you letting out a few moans made him really excited, the brunette was still careful not to leave you exposed. "Everyone is looking at this shit, control yourself, Izana."

"What the fuck?! I can't do anything at this fucking party." Izana said, leaving you aside and getting up, leaving you, your friend and Kakucho alone. "You know what? I'm going for a walk, stay there."

"I'll go after him." You said, but just as you were about to get up, Kakucho pulled you back.

"He's angry and drunk, it's better to let him calm down." Kakucho spoke in a serious tone, seeming increasingly uncomfortable being in that place.

After a while, your friend ended up leaving to get some drinks on the other side of the party, you found that line strange precisely because you were sitting next to a bar, even so, you ended up not giving it much importance since you were worried about Izana, but, both of your delays started to bother you, so, ignoring Kakucho's speech, you went looking for your boyfriend, walking around the room, you looked for him, when you realized that you wouldn't find him on the main floor, you went up the staircase, finding Kokonoi along with a blonde boy who had a scar on his face.

"Are you looking for Izana? He just entered the room with a weird girl." Kokonoi said, you felt bad for breaking the mood between the two boys when you noticed that the blonde had recent hickeys all over his neck, but knowing that Izana entered a room with a girl automatically made you look at the facts and connect the points in your mind.

"Open the fucking door Izana, I know you're there!" You knocked on the same door until you realized it was open, entering without thinking twice. "What the fuck, do you think I'm so stupid?"

"You're a bastard, Izana, a fucking bastard." As soon as you saw your boyfriend and your best friend together in that damn room, you said. "What kind of friend are you, you fucking bitch?" At that moment, you just went at the two of them, but Izana held you and put you against the wall. "Shut the fuck up, you didn't want to give it to me, but your friend did, glad to know?"

"No scandal, bitch, I don't have the patience for your stupid drama." He said in a full threatening tone, holding your neck hard enough to leave marks, in thatand the moment he let you go, you ran out of the room while Izana just locked the door.

"What's wrong, girl? Are you crying?" Kokonoi said when he saw you crying coming back down the hall, so you just hugged him. "Wha-"

"What the fuck? What happened?" He spoke, trying to understand what was happening.

"Stop being insensitive, Koko! Can't you see she's hurt?" The blonde boy gently pulled you and made you sit on the floor.

"W-Was Izana the one who did that to your neck?" Kokonoi questioned, looking at the wound on his neck with a look of emptiness and concern at the same time. "Fuck."

"C-calm down, are you alone?" The blonde questioned, even though he had never seen you before, he seemed completely worried about your condition, comforting you with a hug, he looked at Kokonoi with the same concern.

"She came with Izana, Kakucho must be responsible for her." Hajime said, still observing all the confusion.

"Then go get him, Koko!" The boy spoke in a serious tone, then Kokonoi went downstairs and went to look for Kakucho.

After walking through the entire hall, Kokonoi saw Kakucho sitting alone next to the bar.

"Kakucho? Come with me now and don't you dare question me why." He said the same thing, approaching Kakucho, who just followed him, thinking that Izana was feeling sick because he had drunk so much.

As soon as Kakucho realized that you were there on the floor crying uncontrollably while Inui hugged you, he felt terrible for letting you go after Izana. "What the fuck is going on? What happened to her? Holy shi-" He became even more worried when he saw your neck.

"You better get her out of here." Inui spoke, moving your hair away from the wound and making it even more visible.

Kakucho bent down and tried to get closer to you, but at that moment, you felt like you couldn't trust him.

"Get away from me!" Tightening your hug to Inui even tighter, you screamed amidst the insistent crying.

"What did they do to her? Izana? ...Shit" Kakucho walked away, looking at Kokonoi and questioning.

"It was Izana's son of a bitch! I don't doubt he hit her." Hajime replied with his head down.

"...He's... A traitor... He's a fucking psychopath." In a low tone, you repeated yourself several times, making the three boys feel even more worried.

"Look at me, I want to help you." Kakucho whispered. "No one is going to hurt you, but you need to calm down." Inui said right after, helping you get up.

"He's your fucking best friend! He is, you knew... I know you knew!" You said again to Kakucho.

"I don't agree with all the shit Izana does, come on, I'll take you somewhere more private." He responded immediately, holding your hand and helping you stay upright.

"Take good care of her, Kakucho, that's the only thing I'll ask of you." Kokonoi gave his last line while Kakucho walked you down the stairs without attracting much attention.

Kakucho definitely didn't want anyone to see you in that state, so he took you to the garden of the house where there was no one, the boy made you sit on the bench and genuinely hugged you even though he knew you were mad at him because of Izana.

"...You're shaking." Kakucho said in a shaky and worried voice.

"I'm sorry so sorry for being rude to you, Kakucho..." Lowering your head and giving in to the hug, you realized that Kakucho was also naive in the whole damn story.

"I-it's okay... I don't want to see you cry, do you want me to take you home?" He walked away for a moment, being careful not to hurt you further.

"K-kakucho..."

"What happened? Does it hurt a lot? I can take you to the doctor, I-I... I don't know." He looked at you worriedly.

"...Izana never liked me, did he?"

"It doesn't matter now! I... I don't know if Izana likes you, but...I do."

"What do you mean, "but I do?"

"Forget about this shit, let's go home, I'll try to take care of you."

"D-did you always like me? What?"

"[Name]... Stop it... I don't want to get in trouble."

"...K-kakucho? Tell me now."

"He's my best friend, I can't, you understand?"

"I'm nothing to him... You know that."

"Fuck this shit..." He said a little before he ended up kissing you, Kakucho honestly wasn't like Izana, you never felt so loved in such a short time with just one kiss.

"Fuck! I'm sorry..."

"Oh? It's okay Kaku..."

"...I'll take you home."

"P-please stay with me for at least tonight."

"I wouldn't leave you alone even if I wanted to..."

It's over

[lalunanymph]

shaped like home. kakucho

. . . his safe space will always be you.

tw. suggestive content, talks of death, food mention, an injury mention, scars, big scary men who are soft n nurturing bfs

Nirvana was in the shape of a man with incongruous eyes, a scar running down his face and his full lips twisted into a smile as you laid in his arms, cosy from the fresh rays of a Saturday morning.

Home was the familiar mould of his chest underneath your cheek, his skin smelling of pine and musk, the scent seeping into your thin nightgown. He looked down at you, smiled, and you swore your heart could’ve burst out of its ribcage, singing a sweet tune.

You once told him that his eyes reminded you of rubies and diamonds; how they glinted with warmth even when his face was unsmiling. How you were drawn to his kindness and goodness, especially considering his height and forbearing aura. 

Scary guard dog privileges, you had once joked when you both walked through a busy night market street, hand in hand; his fingers twitching slightly from the shock of your sudden observation. He did not retort, nor did he rebuke you. Rather, he gently squeezed your palm, holding you closer to his side, exactly like a loyal canine. 

That was the thing about Kakucho—his loyalty could move mountains.

When he believed in a cause—believed in you—Kakucho would move heaven and earth to be next to you as you fulfilled your dreams. Even if it was borderline silly like wanting to bake focaccia bread at 3AM or going rollerblading when you didn’t have much stamina and physical strength to begin with. 

He would get flour up to his elbows; catch you before you fall and tend to your scrap knee with barely a grimace. A sturdy presence you could always rely on, that sometimes you wondered—feared—when would it be his turn to do the relying upon? 

Behind the man was the boy who had everything taken away from him.

You sensed the wounded inner child in his touch—the way he would not let you go after waking from a nightmare, the twitch in his brow when you tell him you’d be out late drinking with friends; the slight tremble of his breath after every soul stealing kiss you both shared.

Every minute gesture, every quirk of his downturned lips and lingering touches spoke one harrowing insecurity loudly and clearly—don’t let me go. 

You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. 

Not when his large palms are clasped around your waist, holding you up while his slick cock languidly thrusted in and out of you. His touch was neither firm nor gentle; it didn't bruise, and yet, it was steady enough to leave light indents in your plush flesh. His pretty face was contorted into pleasure, those unique, incongruous eyes growing hazy from the enticing grip of your walls around his length. 

So good for me, he praised against your throat, his words lost in a hazy murmur. So beautiful for me. 

You believe him. It’s hard not to. 

When he woke up with you curled against his chest, Kakucho was not one for believing in the goodness that fate has bestowed on him until he feels you smiling into his scarred skin. Amongst many other things you loved about him, those old lacerations were your favourite. They told a story, one you loved to map out because sometimes, there are some things no one can talk about even after years have passed.

A story of his bravery, his strength, his lasting endurance.

The wholeness of him and the lives he led before meeting you. 

They seem to ripple like a churning sea when he dreamt; his unconscious murmurings born from a world you did not have access to; the still waters you wished sometimes you could dip into just for a split second to discover what made Kakucho Kakucho. 

You’re staring at me again, he sleepily blinked his beautiful eyes opened when the sun rose. Morning, angel. 

Morning, you replied, finding his lips, the sweetest start to any day. 

One night, he pulled you into his arms, the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen playing a song you both recognised from your early dating days. Reminding you of those moments suspended in time when he used to bring you out to restaurants which would take you months to save up for just one meal, midnight car rides which ended up with you on his lap, lips pressed sweetly together and hours spent in parks talking and musing about life in its totality. 

He kissed your temple, asking: “Do you believe that we have somewhere to go to after death?” 

You paused in your movement, head tilted to the side. “Hmm?”

“We’ve always been told that life ends at death. But, what if it begins?”

His voice was soft, compelling. 

You tried to match the sudden poignant atmosphere.

“Did something happen at work?” 

The Bonten executive does not reply. He exhaled against your forehead. “Just tell me if you believe in something beyond us.”

“I do,” you replied quietly after a beat. “I believe that there are many, many worlds out there which we do not know about and sometimes, if we’re lucky, we’ll go there.”

“What about if that person has done many atrocious things in their life?”

You squeezed him tighter. “Then, the person deserves even more grace.”

“Why?” His tone is fringed with subtle disbelief. “How can you say that when they chose a life full of violence?” 

Shaking your head, you hummed. “There’s always circumstances and choices. I believe they both influence each other closely. Everyone has a choice, but sometimes, circumstances can be cruel.”

He doesn’t reply. 

Neither did he come to bed that night, and you made that discovery when you turned to his side and found his sheets cold. You slowly slipped into your cardigan, pushed your feet into a pair of fluffy slippers. He was in the living room, slowly sipping on a glass of Scotch, gaze unfocused, high planes of his perfect face illuminated by the gentle moon rays. He did not startle when you entered and sat down next to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

 You don’t speak, and he doesn’t, either. 

Slowly, you felt him defrosting at your proximity. It started with a quick exhale, and the glass met the coffee table with a crisp click. His arm came to wrap around you, holding you close while the smell of alcohol washed over you like a comfortable wave. The ends of his midnight blue hair tickled your forehead, like how his mild stubble rasped against your cheek. 

��You should be asleep.”

“So should you.”

He exhaled a laugh. “Stubborn.”

“Kaku?” 

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yes, love?” 

“You deserve gentleness, too.” He never expected you to say something this jarring yet tender; his resounding silence is proof. “Everyone does. In a world where nothing is certain, all we have to do is be kind.”

“Kind?” he echoes your words hollowly. “I don’t believe I have ever been like that.”

“When you play with my nephew, you’re kind.” You crept your hand up his defined arm, grasping his forearm in your gentle hold. “You smile at stray kittens. You always leave me an extra serving of whatever you bought or cooked. You’re there when people need you. You remind Ran to get enough sleep and Rindou to lay off too much sugar. You tell Mochi how much you appreciate his friendship when you’re drunk and Koko knows he can trust you with housesitting whenever he’s in Italy. You’re kind. I wish you could see yourself like how I see you.”

You finished your quiet soliloquy with a squeeze to his wrist. 

Kakucho doesn't say anything—he’s like that when he’s thinking, it took you years to understand him inside and out—but, he held onto you tighter and forgot about the Scotch he was nursing. Or, the regret that curled a little too close in the conflicted shambles of his consciousness. 

Discarding his moody fugue, he took you to bed, letting you melt against his side and drew patterns on your back until you dozed off. 

But, before you did, he kissed your forehead, and murmured:

“Sleep tight, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here with me—always... I'm glad to call you my home."

i miss him :(

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[eggtartz]

Hey Alin! Can I request Draken, Hanma, Rindou, Ran and Izana seeing their fem!reader in a onesie? be well and stay hydrated

a/n : added kakucho because i wanted the pictures to be even hehe <3 thankyou for the requests anon 💕

masterlist

ran

- adores it so much, buys another one which is unreasonable expensive but ran wanted the best for you

- you looked adorable in that one stitch onesie, ears flapping around as you walked around the house

- ran restrained himself from pinching your cheeks because how the hell is someone this adorable?

- now he gotta find another one so you could waddle your way around the house with the adorable onesie

hanma

- tease the shit out of you

- you wore a pikachu onesie which had a tail and a pocket, hanma would often warm his hand inside your pockets like it's a kangaroo pouch

- loves the way the tail moves when you walk honestly it looks cute on you

- would want to buy another one so you can wear them together

draken

- IT WAS A PINK, BEAR ONESIE

- draken melted, the way your comfortably sinking into the sofa with your onesies sleeve too long for your body

- easily picks you up and squeeze the bear onesie's tail, tickling you in the same too since you couldn't move much

- you can't even walk much because draken keeps picking you up with how adorable you're being

kakucho

- gifted you the onesie, it was a purple unicorn with horns

- kakucho also forgot he bought the onesie in his size so it oversized when you wore it but it made things more cute to the man's eyes

- you nudge him with the horns sometimes, earning a laugh from the man

- would buy you another set, this time in a more comfortable size

izana

- A DRAGON ONESIE WOAH

- you're literally screaming in excitement because it looked so cool, had horns and tails and everything

- literally dropped everything you were doing and went into your room to change

- izana is a simple man, whatever makes you happy he would buy them although izana doesn't need to go to far lengths to make you happy

- like izana is content seeing how happy you are flapping around the onesie that had wings, claiming you're a dragon

rindou

- it was a surprise and oh! matching onesies hihi

- it was his birthday and you bought these cute matching frogs onesies and wore them while holding his cake

- rindou thinks frogs in real life are hideous but if you're saying frogs are cute, then frogs are cute

- you two spend the night together, eating cake while staining the frog onesies