#kaoru sakurayashiki x you

[pochiikou]

[ratcarney]

someone get these two a honda odyssey

[idiosinkrasies]

I think dk!matchablossom should hold hands,,,,,just my opinion (I have like three more of these saved up btw)

[pfpanimes]

⌕ sk8 the infinity • cherry blossom.

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[ryanthel0ser]

Matchablossom fic but it's a braindump cause I can't write a full fic right now

Joe is the first one to realize his feelings. He almost feels his heart stop as it hits him. He's in love with Cherry. He's been in love with Cherry for a long time. It doesn't take long for him to wish he hadn't realized, everything changes. If he acted on it, he risks losing Cherry because Cherry probably doesn't feel the same...right?

No, nope. Can't get caught up in that thought. Besides, they never really talk about each others feelings like that so how'd he even say it? He couldn't even get one word out before Cherry raced Adam. It's best to just leave things as is, he's been in love with Cherry this whole time so he just keeps doing the usual. It'll be fine...yeah.

Time goes on, things are for the most part normal, but it's starting to show that something is eating away at Joe. Cherry isn't sure how to bring it up, they never really talk about this stuff after all. The others haven't noticed but they don't really know Kojiro like he does.

"So, I've seen you're losing your touch." "What?" "You haven't had as many women hanging off your arms. Are they finally realizing you're a gorilla?" "HEY I've just been busy that's all, and why the hell do you care." "Because maybe with your focus off getting some action every weekend you'll make better food." "Are you saying the food I make now isn't good?" "Your words not mine." "Then, why do you keep coming here asshole if you think my cooking is that bad!" "You're the closest Italian restaurant and I know at the very least you'll get my order right." "Whatever."

He puts Cherry's order in front of him and walks back to the kitchen, throwing his hands up. Cherry wouldn't admit it, but Joe's cooking had gotten better. He was a great chef before, but something must've changed in his technique. The ingredients were all the same, the presentation was identical to what it'd always been, but recently every order Cherry got tasted better than before.

Joe had also begun to say Cherry's order before he could, even if it was different that day. Out of annoyance, Cherry ordered something completely out of his usual tastes. Joe raised an eyebrow and scoffed,

"You're gonna hate it, just get the carbonara like you always do." "Just make my order already, I want to try something else." "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you."

It arrives and...Cherry hates it. He tries to eat it and put on his best poker face but it's just not what he wants. It's well made, but he hates the taste and texture. Suddenly, a plate of carbonara is placed in next to him. It had only been a minute.

"Even I can't watch your suffering like that." "I've only taken a few bites you buffoon." "Yeah and it's written all over your face that you hate it. I had your carbonara made at the same time. Enjoy princess."

Joe takes the other plate and walks off again. Cherry watches him leave. There's a strange flutter in his chest.

Eventually something happens with Joe, something related to his restaurant that does get resolved but Cherry is worried for Joe the whole time. It's similar to how Joe was before his race against Adam so Cherry doesn't quite know how to express his worry to Joe. Paired with how weird Joe is starting to get around him it's creating tension.

Their bickering starts to become full on arguments, the others are trying to figure out what's wrong between Joe and Cherry because this isn't their surface level bickering. One night in Joe's restaurant after closing they get into another heated argument but it reaches a point where someone says something that snaps them both back to reality. They realize their arguing isn't about the topic, but something else.

Joe goes to the back, Cherry is left sitting at the bar scared Joe isn't coming back. Joe walks back and goes to where Cherry is sat, skateboard in hand.

"Lets go for a ride, you and me."

Cherry follows him out with Carla. They skate together around the island in the moonlight. After a bit, Joe begins apologizing to Cherry. He doesn't confess to Cherry, but he does detail how important Cherry is to him and how stressed and worried he's been over what's been happening at the restaurant. This heartfelt admission from Joe is said the same way he spoke to Cherry when he was asleep, only this time Cherry can hear every word.

"Right, Kaoru?"

Kojiro smiles at him softly, the moonlight perfectly framing him. Kaoru is in love with him. He's deeply in love with him. His chest begins to hurt as his heart starts to fill looking at Kojiro. He's been there for him since they were kids, he's cared for him despite the bickering and Kaoru's picky attitude. He was there when Adam was still a fresh wound and when Adam hospitalized him. He could almost feel the blanket Kojiro put on him that night he escaped the hospital and slept in the restaurant. It felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest as he remembered Kojiro staying with him the whole night.

Kaoru was in love with Kojiro.

Things changed after that. Joe and Cherry weren't arguing anymore, but their bickering did have a new air to it. Joe would smile at Cherry in a not-cocky way and Cherry's ears kept turning red. Shadow teased him about it once. He quickly regretted it. No one else brought up Cherry's ears if Cherry was near after that.

Small actions begin to build up between them that start to make things more awkward. Little things that push the boundaries of their friendship. Joe wiping Cherry's face off, Cherry fixing Joe's shirt, getting close enough to where both move away with pink cheeks, and Cherry keeps calling Joe Kojiro.

One night at S, Cherry wins his race and Joe picks him up and swings him around in a hug. Cherry gets flustered and doesn't react normally. They stare at each other awkwardly for what feels like ages. Joe thinks he's done something wrong, that he's finally gone too far. He leaves S not long after, quickly. Cherry gets stopped by his fans, searching around for Joe. The others tell him Joe left already. He gets out and takes off on Carla looking for Joe.

Finally, he catches up to Joe (thank you Carla) and does a move that forces him to stop.

"The hell Kaoru! That could've crashed us!" "Talk. What's going on?"

The look on Cherry's face makes it very clear Joe can't avoid it. Joe sighs, he didn't know how he was going to say this, especially with his heart in his throat. Both of their hearts are pounding.

He begins talking about things just like he did on the night ride, but adds more. The words he's using and the way he's saying it changes the meaning they had on the night ride. His cheeks are red, he's stumbling over some words, dancing around what he really wants to say.

Kaoru can barely hear over the pounding in his chest, but he catches everything he needs to. And he's starting to get frustrated.

Just say it. Tell me Kojiro.

…Fuck it.

"Do I have to do everything myself?"

He pulls down his mask and then pulls Kojiro into a kiss. He's shocked for a moment before melting into the kiss a bit. Kaoru pulls away, flustered and avoiding Kojiro's gaze.

"There, now we kn-"

Before he can get another word out, Kojiro pulls him by the waist into another kiss. A longer one, both of them melting into it as they pull the other closer. Kaoru then feels a smile form on Kojiro's lips, before Kojiro begins to laugh a bit.

"What?" "You're a terrible kisser." "THEN WHY DID YOU KISS ME AGAIN IDIOT?!" "Cause how else are you supposed to learn pinky?"

They decide for now to keep their relationship under wraps, not because they're worried about possible homophobia but because it would attract so much unwanted attention. The top skaters at S in a romantic relationship would get a lot of eyes and questions neither want to deal with. This also means they don't tell the others immediately because SOME people cannot keep their mouths shut (shenanigans will ensue because of this).

To everyone else, it seems like they're back to normal, except they keep giving each other bedroom eyes on occasion now. For them though, their lives have just a bit more late night skating, kissing, and morning cuddles.

[zsbrainrot]

(For the record, Cherry was literally the last person at S to figure out that Joe was madly in love with him)

Happy Day 3 of @flufftober 💚🩷

[doginahat]

guyys just thought of something awesome imagine joe & cherry as nara & lucky smith for halloween, but joe is nara and cherry is lucky

[larabeedrawin]

cw// implied NSFW , non-explicit NSFW

For the charity MatchaBlossom Anthology. This is a pay-what-you-want digital zine and all profits go toward purchasing eSIMS for Connecting Gaza 🇵🇸

[currentlyinflames]

Fellas, is it gay to magically end up in the same place as your best friend and then watch him blush as he stares at your legs mistaking you for his nonexistent wife?

[mon-sher-liam]

JOE LOOKING AT CHERRY I REPEAT JOE LOOKING AT CHERRY

Have you seen that ?! He's so in love in can't

[pochiikou]

[im-n-your-walls]

⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✦•┈๑⋅⋯ the law? ⋯⋅๑┈•✦⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚

Summary: karou and kojiro with a cop s/o warnings: slightly suggestive?

-when ever he goes to calligraphy tournaments or events your his personal security guard. You’re always white him when he goes out for business

-rents out shooting rings for your to practice on he just does it so he can admire you.

-loves to see you in your harnesses. He’ll just lay it on the bed or any where your most likely to put it on

-loves to hear your rant about your latest case.

-he usually has a lot of free time so he’ll stop bye to your office to drop of something that kojiro made for your squad

-you and him often after hours drink champagne and chat

-he likes it when you carry him. The first time you carried him in front of the gang they were all “how?!” Bridle style is his favorite

-likes to recreate fights you’ve had with criminals

-gives you you a nice warm drink or wraps you in a blanket if your working on a case

-bakes something every time you arrest someone. From the smallest felony to a yakuza boss. He just wants bake

-has a police radio as a form of internment for young children or reiki

-you guys probably met when you where in high school. It went down somewhat like you where chasing some up who stole a lady’s purse and your rushed by them grabbed one of there skateboards and chucked it at the thief

-after kojiro caught the guy and shindo talked to the woman about what she lost and if everything thing was still in the bag they confronted you about the clearly smashed Carla

-after apologizing you got to know the threes names. It did take time for kaoru to warm up to you though

-they will wait at kojiro’s restaurant after hours so you can stay and chat

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Seasoned Love zine! Kojiro coaxing Kaoru into a relationship is like an owner calling for their cat—will it happen? Who knows, not even the cat.

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The bed was empty. Kaoru cracked an eye open as his hand hit the empty spot beside him, the bedsheet long cooled and any impression of Kojiro’s body faded at best. An alarm blared on his side lamp and Kaoru reluctantly opened his other eye and sat up. “I’m awake, Carla.”

The alarm cut off.

Kaoru glanced at the spot next to him as he ran a hand through his hair. “What time did he wake up?”

“Six-thirty,” Carla stated, her soothing monotone voice filling the empty room.

And it was empty because Kojiro, for all of his numerous, numerous flaws, always woke up earlier than Kaoru. It irritated him more than he cared to admit. It was far easier to think of Kojiro as a slob—even now, his clothes were scattered haphazardly across the floor, long forgotten after last night’s activities.

Yet in this one aspect he had Kaoru beat. Grinding his teeth, he slipped out of the bed, carefully picking his way past Kojiro’s crumpled jeans and unzipped sweatshirt as he made his way to the bathroom. “What’s my schedule for today, Carla?”

There was no need to ask. His day-to-day remained more or less the same, and to Kojiro’s credit, he wasn’t as impulsive as he pretended to be. Stability was the only thing Kaoru craved and he found it in his schedules, his plans, his organization of even the minute details.

Like his toothbrush holder, which now unfortunately housed a tacky neon green brush. A manual brush, something best left behind with childhood toys and dreams. Even worse, Kojiro had looked ridiculously proud when he’d slotted it in two months ago, as though he had won an award instead of just ensuring they both got proper dental health.

Kaoru grimaced as he reached past it to grab his own electric brush. “Why does that oaf insist on using such a relic?”

“He claims that his technique makes up for it,” Carla replied unexpectedly. “Your first appointment is at nine.”

Kaoru frowned as he glanced at the speaker in the bathroom. And what was that response, Carla?

His worst fears were coming true: Kojiro was infecting Carla.

A small red mark caught his eye and Kaoru turned slightly as he examined his neck in the mirror. A small red mark that clearly was a hickey. He clenched his jaw. A love bite. Again. He’d have to wear a high collar today.

“Why does that moron always do this?” he grumbled. There were few rules in their strange arrangement—this was a casual thing, they weren’t dating, and no one could ever find out about this. That last one was important. Kaoru could barely handle Adam’s insufferable smirk whenever he saw them together; add in Reki’s and Langa’s innocent questions and he’d die.

Why was Kojiro’s cologne in the cabinet? Because it was easier that way.

Why was a quarter of the closet filled with loose-fitting shirts? Because Kaoru refused to let Kojiro leave in the same clothes. Who knew who would pick up on that?

Kaoru’s brow furrowed as he studied his closet. Actually, Kojiro’s handful of shirts was starting to dominate the space, taking up almost half of the rack. “He brought more clothes.”

“Two weeks ago,” Carla chimed in helpfully.

Something must be wrong with him if hadn’t noticed in two weeks. Kaoru gingerly flipped through the outfits. “How far is the nearest donation bin?”

A few seconds later and Carla answered, “A ten-minute drive or a fifteen-minute skateboard ride.”

As tempting as that was, Kaoru wouldn’t be able to carry any of this while skateboarding.  The warm aroma of freshly toasted bread wafted in and he whirled around, marching to the kitchen. At least the culprit hadn’t gone too far.

A culprit who looked as innocent as can be as he leaned against the kitchen counter, a garish green mug in one hand, his phone in the other. His thumb slid up the screen as he looked up. Spotting Kaoru, Kojiro smiled softly. “Morning, babe.”

The pet name should have rankled him more but Kaoru had gotten used to it. Tugging on his collar as he stepped forward, he growled, “I told you, below the neck.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Kojiro teased, giving him a wolfish smile.

He coloured slightly. “That’s not the point.”

“Is it?” Kojiro shrugged as he took a sip of coffee. “It’s not my fault you contradict yourself.”

Kaoru gritted his teeth, forcing back his blush. “Well, I’m not contradicting myself now. I’m running out of collared shirts.”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” Kojiro replied blithely, sounding every bit as insincere as he was. He gestured at the plate next to him. “I made you breakfast.”

“I could smell that.” Kaoru glanced at the plate as he grabbed his own coffee mug. More than food, he needed the caffeine, especially if he had to deal with Kojiro now. As usual, there were sausages and eggs on the plate, the former only in the apartment because Kojiro had restocked Kaoru’s fridge after he started spending the mornings here.

The man had claimed it was appalling to find a fridge in such an empty state. As expected of a cook, he cared more about the fridge than any other room.

“You know there’s thing called Japanese breakfast?” Kaoru asked lightly. He inhaled his coffee with a sigh. Even the merest whiff was enough to kickstart his brain. “We don’t need to have toast everyday.”

“I’m an Italian chef.” Kojiro smiled crookedly. He leaned past Kaoru, his muscular arm brushing his chest as Kojiro plucked the lightly browned bread out of the toaster. “I’m making you an Italian breakfast.”

“I’m pretty sure this doesn’t count as an Italian breakfast,” Kaoru scoffed, gesturing at the sausage. “Those are German, I saw the packaging when you bought them.”

“Close enough,” he chuckled. Setting down his mug with a hard thud, he grabbed a sausage and ripped a bite off. “Still tastes good, no?”

“Definitely a no.”  Kaoru frowned as he glanced at the mug. “And don’t put that down so hard, you’ll chip it.”

Kojiro scowled. “Hey, you said I could do what I want with my mug.”

“That doesn’t mean you should—” Kaoru froze.

Kojiro’s mug. Toothbrush. Clothing. Perfume. The food in the fridge, the space in his closet, the piles littered around the floor. Now that he was thinking about it, there was a lot of Kojiro’s things in the apartment. Especially considering they weren’t even dating.

Quietly, he stated, “You’re here a lot these days.”

“Yeaaah?” Sensing something off, Kojiro replied slowly, stretching out the word as he tried to figure out if he was in trouble or not. He eyed Kaoru wearily, like he was facing an angry bull.

“You have a lot of your…shit here,” Kaoru clarified diplomatically. There were a dozen worse abuses he could think of to describe the garish items in his house, each looking more and more out of place in comparison to Kaoru’s sleek minimalist and traditionalist style.

Kojiro reeled back, mock offended. He clutched his chest. “It’s not shit.”

“They are shit. You know this is my apartment, right?” Kaoru set down his mug, watching him carefully. A strange, unknown feeling unfurled within him. He hated unknowns.

Taking the matter as lightly as ever, Kojiro burst into laughter. “Wait, seriously, that’s what this is about?”

Kaoru clenched his jaw. “Answer the question.”

“Fine, fine. I got it.” Kojiro laughed again and wrapped an arm around Kaoru, pulling him close. He nuzzled his neck affectionately. Kaoru could feel his smile on his skin as he placated, “This is your apartment.”

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel as good as it should have. Actually, if anything, it bothered him more. That strange, unknown feeling grew and Kaoru couldn’t describe it as anger or disappointment or some other myriad emotion. The only thing he did know was that he didn’t like it.

The only thing he did know was that it was Kojiro’s fault he felt like this.

“As long as you understand,” he mumbled.

“Just one thing.” Kojiro lifted his head and leaned close until their noses brushed. His breath warmed Kaoru’s cheeks, his eyes glowing a dark amber.

“What?” Kaoru breathed, spellbound.

His voice was husky as he asked, “You know, isn’t this starting to feel like our apartment?”

“Our?” Kaoru’s jaw dropped. A single word broke him from his stupor.

Kojiro shrugged. “Well, I mean, we’re dating—”

“We’re not.” Kaoru retorted, pulling away.

“—and I’ve been staying over for months now.” Kojiro tightened his grip. He peppered Kaoru’s cheeks, nose, eyes with kisses in a futile attempt to distract him. “So, I think this is a good time as any, right?”

Kaoru bristled. “’Good time’—”

A tender kiss cut him off, Kojiro finally landing on his lips. Kaoru sighed despite himself, his fingers curling into Kojiro’s shirt, his hands half-heatedly pulling him closer. Kojiro tasted bitter, like coffee, like any spats they had. It was such a contradictory taste considering how soft the man could be.

All too quickly, it ended. Kojiro gently brushed away a lock of hair, his hand cradling Kaoru’s cheek as he pulled back. “Just something to think of.”

Kaoru wasn’t quite sure he could think of anything right now.

“Anyways, running late now!” Mission accomplished, Kojiro withdrew entirely, untangling their limbs with ease. He waved cheerfully as he headed to the door, acting like nothing had happened. “See you later!”

The door slammed shut before Kaoru regained his senses.

Our apartment.

Our.

Immediately, he dashed to the door and yanked it open. “You’d better pay half the rent then!”

From further down the hall, near the elevators, he heard a laugh. “Deal!”

There was a small ding and Kaoru closed his door just as the elevator left. Now that the adrenaline left him, he wasn’t sure if he’d made a terrible mistake or a good deal.

Our apartment.

They weren’t even dating.

Our.

God help him, that small word made him far too happy.

[diagonal-queen]

all of this. but mostly the space honeymoon thing. 

[pfpanimes]

⌕ sk8 the infinity • cherry blossom.

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[eemoo1o]

“Only a bronzed pile of muscle can do that... Joe’s power brake will seal his victory.”

— Cherry, to Shadow and Miya, about Joe