#kazutora still getting letters and GOD

[deathfavor]

@requiemofrebellion said: "whatever they told you , it’s a lie ." (Hanma to Kazutora)

dusty toybox sentence starters

   It’s been a while since Kazutora’s had anyone visit him in jail. The first few months he'd had a lot (mostly lawyers, reports, so on and so forth) , and still a few more during the first year. But now it's been a couple of years. Most days were spent doing the same sort of shit, time blurring and blending together to the point it no longer mattered. ( But there were letters. Always letters, though the sender is different than the one in the past. Letters he clung to with DESPERATE hope of not being forgotten.) To say he was shocked when the guard said he had a visitor would be an understatement. It feels baffling as he’s walked out from his cell and to the merciless LED lights of the visitation room.

  His signature tiger stripes have disappeared with time and prison hair rules, cut off once it grew too long. But there’s no mistaking that it is Kazutora with his wide stare and the ripple of the tattoo on his throat when he swallows. Anticipation makes him feel more alive than he has in months. He’s uncertain who it might be, but it doesn’t matter. It’s something different. Something new in the routine. It gives him something to grasp to remember time.

   He sits down in the cold steel chair, and then lifts his head to see who his visitor is. And nearly chokes on his own spit.  “ Hanma?! “  Kazutora asks incredulously, sitting upright and scooting closer to the edge of his chair as he stares through the glass in disbelief. It's been ages since he last saw the other. Not that he blames Hanma for it, what delinquent would want to visit a juvie? Besides, Hanma sounded busy in his letters anyways. The fact he even wrote to him was priceless to him.

   “  You…You’re here?  “  He asks, eyes widened in shock. His lip trembles slightly, breath shaking as he draws in a breath. " I'm glad. I'm so glad. " He breathes, trying to force a cheerful smile. " Others- others were trying to tell me- tell me that you didn't care. " He admits, handcuffs clicking as he scoots closer.to the glass. " Just use and throw me aside. " His expression falters, unsteady. " Feels like everyone's trying to get in my head. The therapists, people sending me letters. " He admits softly. " They want me to hate you. And Chome and Chonbo and everyone. " He sighs, slumping into the chair.

It's a lie. Kazutora lifts his eyes again to stare at Hanma, studying his face or a moment before he nods. Once, then again. " Yeah. " Hanma's voice is soothing, calming the nerves in his chest. " Thanks for coming, by the way. " Kazutora adds, leaning forwards with a more genuine smile that makes the tired look on him not seem so bad. " I know you've probably got a lot going on. Got all your letters. " He smiles. " I've been behaving more so they're thinking about letting me have a phone call now and again. "

[k9wa]

༉ 𝟒:𝟏𝟑 𝐏𝐌 ꒱ with hanemiya kazutora.

⠀— where kazutora is welcomed back into society.

the black metal of your car was practically cooking under the blazing sun, and warm against your skin as you leaned against the driver's side door. you were on the verge of boiling in the street, between the mix of the heat beating down on you externally, and the even hotter surge of suspense running through your nervous system internally.

you fidgeted with your hands, staring at the correctional facility across the street from you, and it felt like it was glaring back. like it was taunting you.

would things be the same once he got out? would you be able to go back to being a couple? sure, you visited him every time you were able, and you wrote letters and kept in touch, but you haven’t been…together, i mean really together, able to touch and see and talk to each other free of limits since you were teenagers.

you glanced down at the watch on your wrist, trying to find an angle where there wasn’t a blinding reflection on the glass.

4:13.

he’s almost 15 minutes late. you figured this wasn’t necessarily a speedy process, but were plagued by worry. had something happened?

a sudden sound, a loud buzzer from across the street was quick to shake the thoughts out of your head.

there he was, walking out of the iron gate, a small plastic bag of belongings clutch in his hand.

it was cliche, the way everything seemed to stop moving once you made eye contact, the way all you saw was each other. 

he was right there, within your reach, he was nearly at the end of your fingertips.

you bolted across the street, leaving your parked car in line with all the others on the shoulder of the road. you didn’t bother to look both ways before your legs moved, causing kazutora to yell out a frantic ‘careful, careful!!’

the moment your feet touched the parallel sidewalk, he moved forward to meet you as you just about leapt into his arms, he was there to catch you.

it couldn’t be deciphered who was holding who. the grips you had on one another was vice, and even while falling victim to the humid weather, was so comfortably warm.

kazutora inhaled you, your new scents, rubbed his thumbs along the soft skin of your waist, relished in the feeling of your cheek against his, and in this moment it all caught up with him that god, he missed you so much. he’s subconsciously lifting you off the ground, pulling you as close as he can get you and you let him, as you too are soaking up every ounce of him in the moment. 

kazutora sets you down, hesitant to pull away, but it's quickly washed when he’s able to get a clear look at your face. you’re crying, he’s quick to wipe away the tears with his palm.

“….hi.” hanemiya is still in a daze, he doesn’t know what else to say. the simple greeting is enough to make you laugh through your tears, and your smile makes kazutora’s heart clench in his chest.

“hi.” your hands find their way back around his neck, your thumbs running along the curve of his jaw, as if touching him was helping you to convince yourself he was really there, in the palms of yours hands.

kazutora looked at you with such awe. it had been so long since he’d seen you up close, a gleaming smile, the glow of the sun on your skin. his hands moved to hold your face with such delicacy, as if he was holding glass. he became teary eyed himself at the way you nestled into his hold.

“you’re–” the words catch in your throat. “you’re out. you’re out oh my god.”

you brush some hair out of his face, moving it behind his ear. kazutora nods his head, pulling you back into his arms, head back safely in the crook of your neck where it belongs.

“i'm out.”

⠀ master. ꒱ send me an ask!

[moodyclouds89]

mikey x male reader

Fluff/lil bit of crack[?]

[A/n: I hope I did good! This is my first time writing male reader so I hope it isn't bad😭 might be ooc so sorry about that! This is set around high school or college whatever you prefer]

Also f/n for female name and m/n for male name! I couldn't come up with names for readers friends so yeahhh

Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!

Mikey Wasn't dumb. He knew he liked you since the very beginning you two met. He always looked forward to seeing you on campus everyday and when you don't show up he gets grumpy for the whole day.

So when he saw you talking to your friends he quickly walked your way to greet you like always. 

But when one of your friends brought up a question he quickly froze from his spot and hid to listen to your conversation.

"Y/n do you like anyone?"

He could see you think for a moment. He felt his breath hitch and eagerly waited for your response.

"Mm yeah I do"

His eyes widened and he continued to eavesdropped while your friends freaked out.

"Oh my! Who is it!"

"Tell us tell us!"

Oh he too wanted to know.

"I won't tell you!"

"Aw c'mon! At least the first letter of their name or appearance!"

"Yeah!"

You thought for a moment before giving in.

"Fine, but I'll only describe his appearance."

Both of your friends nodded eagerly and waited for you to tell them the small clue. 

Even mikey was eager.

"Well he has blonde hair…mm what else, oh! And he has a few classes with me!"

"Yeah, that won't be helpful in finding out who it is."

"Is it someone we know?"

You let out a sigh before saying one little clue.

"Yes he is someone we know, mm let's just say he is in our friend group."

Mikey stayed still for a bit, trying to process your words.

Someone in your friend group?

Wait, him and the others are in your friend group!

Mikey felt like a piece of him went away. 

So that means it's one of his friends

Mikey quickly turned around and left. 

He is going to find out who in his friend group stole your heart before he could.

Meanwhile with you and your friends

"Friend group?! Mmm blonde hair blonde hair…draken?"

"Chifuyu?"

"Takemichi?"

"Inupi?"

"Pah-chin?"

"Emma?"

"Oh don't tell me you guys are going to list all the blondes in are friend group"

"Kazutora?"

"He not blonde!"

"But he has blonde streaks!"

You rolled your eyes and looked at f/n when she let out a loud gasp.

"Wait wait! I think I know who!"

You quirk an eyebrow and waited for her answer.

"Is it mikey?"

They could see you freeze up and avoid their gaze which already told them the answer.

"Oh my god! It is mikey!" 

"Shh! Not so loud!" You said while slapping your hand on his mouth. You quickly looked around and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that no one was around.

"Oh my! You do like him!"

"F/n! Please don't say it out loud!" You whined and she quickly shushed up.

"Sorry sorry!"

"I knew it!" M/n said 

"Just shut up you two, hurry we have to get to class or we'll be late." 

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"What got into him?"

"Don't know, he's been glaring at all of us since this morning."

"Did someone eat his dorayaki?" Takemichi whispered while everyone side-eyed mikey who was sitting there quietly watching their every move.

"I doubt it, he would be whining, not quiet."

"Mikey are you okay?" Emma asked, getting a little worried and creep out from her brother.

"I'm fine" he said calmly which caused everyone to stare in horror.

"He's definitely not fine."

"No shit."

They watched as mikey looked around the cafeteria and stared at a certain someone.

"Is it about y/n?" Takemichi asks, seeing the blond stare lovingly at the male who was sitting a few tables away.

"Actually yeah."

He turned to look at them and pouted.

"I overheard y/n say he likes someone, and that someone is one of you guys." 

He said with an upset tone. Everyone just stared at each other before turning back to mikey.

"You overheard?"

"He probably eavesdropped."

"I did not!"

"...."

"Okay maybe"

Draken rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

"Did he say a name or anything?"

"Nope, but he did say that the person was blonde and that is in this friend group." He said before glaring at everyone again.

"So that's why you were glaring at all the blondes in the group?" Baji said before letting out a loud laugh, followed by the other non-blondes.

"Mikey you do realize that you're blonde too right?"

He sat there quietly before grabbing a strand of his hair and gasping.

"Your right!"

"Oh god this idiot '' Draken said while massaging his temples. The rest laughed while mikey sat there smiling.

"I'm going to confess to y/n!"

Before anyone could say anything, a familiar figure approached their table.

"Hi guys!"

"Hi y/n!" Emma and hina said with bright smiles. You smiled back before greeting the rest. 

"Come sit with us y/n!" Baji said but you politely declined.

"Oh no no! I'm actually here to talk to someone." Everyone froze and looked at mikey who curiously stared at you. You turned to look at mikey.

"Mikey can we talk?"

He nodded his head and got up from his seat. You two left the cafeteria and went to a more private area.

"So mikey"

"Mhm?"

He could see the slight hesitation in your movement which made him a little confused. 

"I've been wanting to tell you for some time now…and-"

"Wait!"

You stopped and looked at him confused. 

"Is this about you wanting help with asking one of my friends out?"

"Huh?"

"You like someone from my friend group right? Blonde hair too right? Is it draken? Takemichi? Chifuyu? Inupi? Or kazutora-"

You could feel your eye twitch and let out a scoff.

"It's you dumbass, I like you."

"Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!"

You playfully rolled your eyes and nodded. Mikey felt like he was in cloud nine and couldn't contain his excitement and lunge at you.

"I also like you!"

You smiled at his confession and hugged him back. But then you remember his previous question.

"How did you know I liked someone from your friend group?" You asked curiously. 

"I overheard"

"Overheard?" 

"...."

"Fine, I eavesdrop"

It was silent for a few seconds before you spoke up.

"And also kazutora not blonde"

"He is!"

"He not!"

Yeah you two spent your time bickering over kazutora hair color for the next 5 minutes.

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I hope this wasn't bad😭

Reblogs and feedback is appreciated!

[p-antomime]

Stupid Cupid ?! — feat. T♡MAN.

𖦹 characters: sano manjiro, ken ryuguji, takashi mitsuya, hanemiya kazutora, baji keisuke!

𖦹 content: female!reader, just fluff and more fluff, just toman boys being sweethearts for valentine's day!

request. ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!

“I like you.”

Baji raised his hands toward you and looked away, turning his head to the side. Even so, you could still see his cheeks flush and a pout forming on his lips.

Lettting the attention fall to his hands, you saw that in one hand he held something that looked like a box of chocolate and in the other, a little letter with a heart sticker that he had probably bought just so he could put it on it.

One of your eyebrows arched and Baji looked at you with a frown before waving the two gifts in his hands as if telling you to take them before he changed his mind and will.

"What are you waiting for? Just take it..."

You already knew that Baji intended to do something for Valentine's Day because Chifuyu is not exactly the most discreet person in the world, and he unwittingly let slip that he was helping with "something top secret".

The two of them were idiots who somehow worked out together.

Two idiots who couldn't keep a simple secret from a girl.

But, Baji didn't know that you already knew about it and, aiming to let him believe that his friend hadn't already ratted on his passionate babblings, you opened a small smile getting up from the park bench where he had asked the two of you to meet.

"You kept me waiting for ten minutes! And...", you glanced down at his clothes, they looked nothing like the casual clothes he usually wore; it looked like he had tried to dress up to please and impress you, "What are these clothes, Keisuke Baji?! Trying to impress me?"

"Just take it! Oh my god, why are you so annoying sometimes?", Baji shook the gifts in your direction again and looked away with even redder cheeks.

"But, what you want me to do with this, Baji? You wanna be my boyfie?", you were just teasing him, he had said he would be your boyfriend almost the same week he saw you in a conversation with Mikey.

"You're the one who wants to be my girlfriend! You even look like a little heart-eyed girly when I walk by you, d’you think I don't notice?"

Your eyebrow arched, and the two of you stared at each other for long seconds.

Time seemed to stop as you stared into his feline eyes, and from the way his hand was shaking slightly as he held the letter, it was more than obvious that he was nervous and anxious.

Such a cutie.

"Just accept it...", Baji complained looking away again and you couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle before raising hands to take the two gifts.

"We're a couple, now? You sure Mama's lil' boy is ready to have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know why I like you, all you do is get on my nerves!"

"Mhm, I know, I know, but tell me...," you opened the box of chocolate before taking one between fingers and bringing it towards Baji's lips, who turned his head to the side in a misbehaving way and made you curve lips into a smile again, "Chifuyu helped you write this here?"

Your hand waved the letter and the boy in front of you faced you again opening his mouth to answer, to which you immediately threw the chocolate across his lips.

It was hard for Mikey to feel this anxious, he felt as if his heart was about to explode and his head couldn't even think straight, especially when the waiter approached him to ask if he wanted to order food yet and his brain tried to tell him to answer in a polite way, but the only thing that came out was: "N-No, thanks, there's still one more person absent" with a tone of voice that conveyed anything but firmness and conviction.

You were not late, quite the contrary: it was Sano Manjiro who was way ahead of schedule.

Everything was scheduled for 7 pm, he arrived there literally almost an hour early against the will of Ken and Takemichi, who said: "Mikey, relax a little, she won't run away from you".

But, Manjiro was afraid that if he took too long to get to the restaurant, he might faint from nervousness halfway there.

He had already made a reservation at your favorite restaurant almost a month ago, and just so he wouldn't arrive empty-handed, there was a bouquet of flowers and a little box with the earrings you saw two weeks ago at the mall and wanted to buy – and Mikey only knew about this after he made Ken tell him everything you two had done that day.

Mikey bent down to pick up the cell phone on the table and checked the time. It was only twenty minutes before the agreed time.

The door of the restaurant opened, the little bell rang, and he immediately looked over.

It wasn't you, it was another couple.

Manjiro sighed heavily before sinking his back into the chair again.

You were still on time, he was the one who was too anxious.

His cell phone screen glowed on the table and he, through the notification bar, saw a message from you telling him you were turning the corner, almost there. An instant smile appeared on his lips and his posture straightened in almost the same second, his head turned to the door of the restaurant again.

At any moment you could walk in, he wanted to be ready for it.

To Mikey, it seemed like almost 20 hours had passed in the two minutes it took you to get to that entrance and greet one of the waiters by letting him know that your company was Sano Manjiro.

And almost the same time you stopped standing in front of him with a wide smile and shining eyes, wearing the same necklace with his initials that had been purchased a year before – on that very date last year, his hands raised to show you the bouquet and the little box with the earrings.

"Will you be my valentine?", there was a shy smile on his lips, his cheeks flushed and he was looking at you with sky-piercing anticipation.

You frowned and accepted the bouquet slowly before rolling your eyes and widening your own smile.

"Mikey, I told you we're already dating, every Valentine's Day you wanna propose to me again!"

Ouch. Another day, another Valentine’s Day with no one.

Just you, the milkshake in front of you at your favorite ice cream shop in the neighborhood and a million thoughts racing through your mind as eyes watched several couples coming and going.

You couldn't help but be jealous and envious of them, especially since they looked so happy and cute.

"Why not me?", you thought biting the inner side of your cheek before sighing deeply and grabing your phone on the table.

You couldn't text Takemichi, he had Hinata. And you couldn't text Ken or Chifuyu or even Kazutora either, they were probably busy with something or someone other than you.

Maybe Mikey? No, he might have been busy with Haruchiyo or whoever else he knew.

And Hakkai and the Kawata twins didn't even read your messages on normal days, let alone a day like today.

While you were thinking trying to kill your melancholy, Takashi Mitsuya was walking across the street carrying in his hands the Valentine's Day gift he had received from a girl he didn't even know so well.

He had just accepted it in an act of respect, not affection. In the end, he tried not to feel bad as he said: "I'm sorry, but..." and justified that he didn't feel the same way as she did before turning around and walking away without knowing how to console her.

Mitsuya liked someone else, but, didn't know if that person liked him the same way because he never saw her show more than willingness to have a friendship with him.

His head turned to the side as he was about to cross the street, and his cheeks flushed as he saw you sitting in the ice cream shop he knew you liked.

No boy, no girl with you. You weren't on a date that wasn't just with your own melancholy.

His eyes fell on the other girl's gift in his hands and before walking to the ice cream shop, Takashi left that little box beside a nearby parking meter.

"Were you expecting me?", Mitsuya asked as he stood next to you and you were so distracted that didn't even notice him approaching and walking into the place.

A small smile appeared on his lips as soon as you looked at him in confusion.

"Were you stalking me, Mr. Mitsuya?"

"You could say I wasn't, but fate was, yes", he replied looking at the vacant chair opposite yours in a silent request and you nodded in agreement.

After sitting down, Takashi took one of the plastic straws piled next to your milkshake, removed it from the protective paper and buried it in your iced drink before taking a short sip.

"I thought you had a date today", you commented, resting the face on your hand.

"And I do, I'm on it right now", Mitsuya replied flashing a small smile and you looked away feeling your own heart slowly speed up.

"I don't remember making a date with you..."

"But, I do!"

You stared at him for a few seconds before seeing him take more sips of your milkshake and your frown creased.

"Hey, don't drink all my milkshake! I paid for it!", you leaned over to grab your own straw and start drinking it.

It was almost a competition to see who could drink the most in the least amount of time and the fastest.

In the end, Takashi let you drink more and saw you sigh as you finished with a small milkshake mark on your lips.

Now it was all or nothing. It was the perfect chance.

Mitsuya put his hands on the table and leaned over it to bring his face a little closer to yours. And as you watched him come closer than was considered friendly, you felt your breath catch in the middle of the throat and in a desperate, almost unthinking act, placed your index finger over his half-cold lips.

"W-What you–"

"I'm being your valentine, angel", Takashi replied giving you a tender kiss over the tip of your finger before he could reach your lips.

It was already evening. And Kazutora could see the television on in the living room of your house, your parents watching some late night program, and the light on in your bedroom.

It was Valentine's Day and he wanted to do something special for you even though your parents did not approve of you going out with him and had forbidden you to see him again for almost two weeks.

You were now lying on your bed practically swallowed up by your own boredom and didn't even want to look at your phone.

If your parents had let you go out with Kazutora, you would surely be less depressed. Maybe if he wasn't a delinquent, your parents wouldn't be so protective and combative about their girl being interested in a problem boy like Hanemiya Kazutora right away.

If...

Your thoughts were interrupted by noises at your bedroom window and you thought it was no big deal and didn't even pay attention, until you heard the noise get a little louder.

Damn, had a rock been thrown against your window?

From far away, from your bed, you could see a small crack in the glass and desperately got out of bed, taking your cell phone with you, to see who was the idiot who had done it.

Your idiot.

Standing there with the look of an abandoned kitten and his hands waving in your direction.

You gestured as if to ask: "The fuck are you doing here?! My parents are going to kill you! And then going to kill me!"

Kazutora opened a wide smile before picking up his own phone and typing a message to you.

"Did you really think i was going to leave you with nothing today?"

And you, unlocking yours, typed a reply filled with nervousness.

“you had all day to talk to me, Tora!

fucking God.

stop throwing rocks at my window, my parents will hear", and an annoyed emoji.

To which Kazutora shrugged and replied:

"it's ‘kay, if they listen, just need to run, everything gonna be fine.

wanna know what i've here for you?"

You looked at him from the window and agreed with your head. Seconds later, Kazutora took something from behind his back and shook it up.

Squinting a little, you saw that... oh, it was a tiger. A plush tiger.

"Mitsuya helped me make it from zero, I tried to sew everything together and I think it worked", he sent this message to you before he turned away to aim at your window and tossed the stuffed tiger in your direction; you had to almost fall out the window to desperately get your hands on it.

Your heart completely melted and you felt a little bad that you couldn't buy or do anything for him without your parents getting on your nerves.

Kazutora had even sewn the words "Your Tora" on the tiger's back.

"If you kiss him, it's the same of kissing me <3”

"Where we going?", you asked placing hands over Mikey's that were in your eyes and feeling him continue walking and taking you along.

It had been almost ten minutes that he had been dragging you along without letting you see the way, you were beginning to think it was some kind of prank.

"Calm down! We're getting there!"

"You said that almost half an hour ago!

"Damn! Stop being hasty, Y/N!", Manjiro grumbled as he continued walking and saw the place marked by Draken gradually appear.

Ken Ryuguji was one of, if not the, calmest guy you knew, but at that time and moment he was so nervous that even the calm breeze hitting against his face seemed to send shivers down his spine and make the synapses in his brain have little short circuits.

Just seeing Mikey approaching with his hands covering your eyes in the same way as the arranged a few weeks ago, Ken already felt about to completely melt like ice cream on a hot day at the beach, even though you were his sun.

"Wait here! And don't open your eyes!", Manjiro whispered in your ear before removing his hands from over your still closed eyes and walking towards Draken with both thumbs up in a reaffirmative gesture.

"Thank you", was what Ken whispered to Mikey before he nodded and turned away to run away from there.

Takemichi and Mitsuya were supposed to be waiting for him somewhere nearby, but Draken had told them that they were not to intrude on the little date he had tried to arrange for you.

In reality, it was a picnic under the moonlight, and all day long he had been sort of avoiding you, and you thought you had done something wrong that made him angry or hurt, but in reality: Ken Ryuguji was just finishing preparing the little details to make official a relationship that you both wanted to have, but that he wanted to wait until Valentine's Day to make it real.

You were even wearing his favorite dress because, deep down, you hoped that Mikey would know why Draken wasn't talking to you all day and would act like Stupid Cupid to try to get the two of you to talk.

"Mikey?", you called out, still not opening your eyes, "Can I... open my eyes?"

Ken gave you a small smile before approaching you, taking one of your hands and guiding you closer to the picnic towel with the food.

By the size of the palm and fingers, you knew it was no longer Sano Manjiro there. Your heart began to beat a thousand times an hour, breathing gradually became altered, legs even seemed to unlearn how to walk properly.

"You can open your eyes if you agree to be my girlfriend from now on", he whispered leaning in a little and you immediately opened eyes thinking you were missing his voice so much that you imagined you were listening to it.

But, Draken was there. Right there. With a smile as sweet as chocolate, eyes shining brighter than the hundreds of stars that dotted the sky above the two of you, lips just inches from yours and hands caressing yours.

"I thought, I thought you were–", you tried to vocalize your own thoughts in a concise manner, but having him this close messed up all your thinking, "Angry with me and–"

"Angry? Sweetheart, I'm in love with you, in love since the first time I saw you, I couldn't be mad at you even if I really wanted to", Ken whispered bringing his hands to your face and caressing your cheeks, "Should I call you my girlfriend insted of sweetheart?"

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MINORS DNI - sexual explicit content - 18+ content

+ really wanted to publish something for his bday <3 I love Kazu a whole lot, he deserves the universe ugh-  this is smutty with fluff and a tad of angst <3 

+ soft kazu, slight angst at the beginning, “princess”, “baby”, “angel”,  blowjob

+ stay safe and drink water! I love you <3

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Lazily laying on his bed, the dim lights emanating from the street lights reflect through the large windows. Sounds of passing cars - driving hastily to places far beyond Kazutora’s reach, buzzing through his ears. Sandy-colored orbs gazing at the ceiling in doubt with à mixture of fear of yet another year passing him by. He’d be 28 this year, gaze drifting to the clock by his bed flashing in a neon color: 11:58. The sound of rain slowly eases his mind to rest. Truth be told, he never cared about his birthday, dark thoughts rummaging in his head at how he always spent it by himself in juvie, years after years. For him, it was like any other day, it wasn’t like his existence required to be celebrated. Somehow, even the sky seemed to cry, as the clock struck 12, thunder roaring outside, à flash bursting through his dark room.

A long-drawn-out sigh escapes his parted lips, one hand thrown over his head as he ponders his past, nightmares, and shadows of it creeping through his vacant room. Letting his hand fall by his side, he stares at the ceiling with lazy eyes, before a knock at his door stir him out of his spiraling misery. “Huh,” His voice is soft, filled with a pinch of confusion. His eyebrows perk up before making his way to the entrance. With one hand on the handle, he slowly opens the door revealing who could possibly be outside at such a late hour. 

Before he even has the smallest chance to react, that said person jumps into his embrace, his eyes widening tenfold. It’s you, it’s really you. Your umbrella clumsily laying on the floor, where a neatly placed bag filled with ribbon is standing by it. 

“Happy birthday Kazu!” You coo, your embrace only tightening as his scent overflow every pore of your being. Shock is apparent on his face, taking à good 5 seconds to process this, as he shakily wraps his arms around you. It’s embarrassing really, but he feels like breaking down; crying because he knows you’ve remembered. Even though to him, his birthday is just any other day, to you it’s something important. It hits him like à tidal wave, washing away his previous thoughts and worries leaving only pure bliss.

“Y-Y/N” He stutters, mind in a daze as you press feather-like kisses down his neck. “You remembered..” His voice is soft, like glass, shaking slightly as if to hide the fact that he was crumbling right under your touch. Pulling away just slightly to get a better look at his face, one of your hands slowly caress his cheek as you tiptoe capturing his lips in a chaste kiss. 

“Of course, it’s an important day after all” A single tear fall from his eyes, cascading to his mole and down his cheek. He looks at you with such love you could melt right there. Slowly, you wipe it away, as he leans down to press his lips against yours once again. The kiss is passionate, time seems to stand still, Kazutora trembling like a leaf under your spell. Tongues twirl together as you wrap your arms around his neck, itching one leg to wrap it around his waist. He feels himself unravel already, cock straining against the loose material of his grey sweatpants, twitching from your mere kisses. Gasping for air, he makes quick work of bringing your belonging insides before peeking at the gift, you snicker grabbing his hand “This one’s for later, I got a special one for now” 

Guiding him to the leather couch in the corner of his living room, you’re quick to nestle between his legs, looking up at him with doe eyes. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, gulping down excessive saliva, gaze flickering between your lips and your twinkling gaze.

“Is this okay Kazu?” You whisper, one hand softly caressing his inner thigh, head cocked to the side. His sandy orbs zeros on your lips, the way his name falls oh so gently from your mouth. “Y-Yea please-” He begs slightly,  mindless please slipping from his lips. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, desperately chasing the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock. His long locks are tied up in a bun, two caramel-colored strands framing his features, god; you swore he was prettier than any work of art you had ever laid eyes upon. 

Humming, you make quick work of his pants and underwear, his dick slapping against his stomach as he bites his lips, the cold air of his apartment sending shivers through his spine. He’s been ridiculously hard ever since you jumped into his arms, your scent engulfing him whole. Cock leaking, the tip is engorged and flushed red. One prominent vein runs under it, a delicate finger coming to trace it, as he curses under his breath. He’s so sensitive, feeling all his pent-up emotions and needs curse through him.

“I love you so much baby a-ah-” He's cut off when your parted lips press a messy kiss to the head of his cock, the sweetest smile covering your face, conveying more than any words ever could. Inch by Inch, you ease hi length into your mouth, pulling whimpers and pleads from the man above you. He hisses at the warmth your mouth provides around his dick, one hand tangling itself in your locks.

“So desperate for my cock yeah? F-Fuck- taking me so well-” He knows the answer to his question full well, as your tongue eagerly laps at his length, hands slowly caressing his thighs. You had craved him, craving the feel of his cock kissing your throat and painting it white all day. A shudder runs through him at your neediness, gaze flickering to your mouth accommodating his cock so well. The rain still tumbles echoing through his small studio, mixing so deliciously with the squelching sound of your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

“So good to me princess-” Kazutora lets his head fall back against the couch, chest heaving as his hips stutter, release coming incredibly fast. Biting hard enough to draw blood, he feels the coil in his stomach unravel, a gasp of your name cutting through the rain.

“Fuck angel am’ gonna cum-” He warns, though a bit too late as his cock twitch inside your mouth, nails digging into the leather of his couch leaving small crescent moons, proofs of the bliss pulsating through his veins. Brushing à strand of your hair away from your face, his gaze imprints the sights in his mind as he desperately ruts into your warm mouth, chasing his orgasm like a starved man. It’s not too long before thick ropes of cum coat your tongue and throat as you eagerly swallow. A series of rather loud moans fall from his parted lips, eyes shut tight, orgasm washing over him. Eyes rolling in the back of his skull, one hand over his forehead, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, his gaze is glued to you. You pull away with a satisfying ‘pop’, looking at the man above you with heart eyes;  Parted lips, flushed face, you make your way unto his laps straddling him, as he eagerly wraps his arms around you, bringing you into the warmest embrace. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he inhales your scent; you smell like home. 

Slowly you untie his locks, watching every strand cascade down his shoulder, your heart almost leaping out of your chest at the sight. Excitement rushes through your veins as you hand him the small gift; a giddy smile covering your features. Diligently, he unwraps it, fingers working slowly as if afraid to break its content. As it slowly paints itself before his eyes, a silver key shines under the dim light of the living room's lamp. Blinking, his gaze flickers between your smile and the key, noticing a folded sheet of paper underneath. Picking it up, he reads its content :

The message reads in small cursive letters: “for our new home.” 

At this moment, the rain slowly comes to a halt and Kazutora swore he was the happiest man in all the universe.

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[fwkei]

Time.

Kazutora x fem!reader (angst/fluff)

CW/TW: Mentions of suicide, (slight) mention of starvation.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR VALHALLA ARC

Note! Explanation of story at end just incase you’re confused also i apologize for mistakes, i did not read this over. 🙆🏻‍♀️

WC: 3.4k

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You sat at the edge of your seat. Watching the clock above your teacher's head ever so closely. 

“When you want to find the common di-” 

Suddenly the bell rang, interrupting your teacher from his final words. 

“Oh my bad, guess I lost track of time, anyways please remember to study for your quiz on Monday! I know it's a weekend, but save some time for academics!” said your teacher as your classmates packed up their stuff to leave. 

Today was Friday, meaning it was the day you get to visit Kazutora at juvie for the first time after Keisuke's death, and your attempt. It was 3:30, and visiting hours started at 4 to 5 every Friday for inmates. Running to the metro takes about 5-7 minutes, and walking from the station to the actual juvie takes about 20 minutes, while the ride lasts up to 10, meaning you should arrive there at around 4:10. And there's no time to waste. 

You ran out of class, ignoring your fellow classmates goodbyes. You held your book bag tight as you ran fast to the Tokyo station. Seeing you arrived just on time you jumped in just before the 3:30 o'clock train leaves to a different side of the district where Kazutora is being held. You held onto the rail beside you to keep yourself steady as the train started to move . 

You felt scared but happy to see Kazutora. He most probably didn't know you would be coming, he probably thought you would at most write letters to him, like before, but again...Kazutora believes that you hate him now. You didn't know what you were going to say to him. Draken told you that he already visited him while you were in psychiatric hold for a bit, and he told you that Kazutora was planning on killing himself. Draken did not specify if he told Kazutora about your own attempt but you didn't worry too much because you were healing, and you now had hope.  

Your heart was racing, as the train came to a stop. As the doors opened you ran, and fast. Dodging people to not hurt them and almost stepping on things you shouldn’t be stepping on. You checked the time to see it was 4:01, and you still had about 10 minutes worth of walking/running to cover. 

You were breathing heavily when the Juvenile building came into view. You checked the time again to see it was 4:11. You jogged to the doors of the building despite the fact that your thighs were burning from the amount of cardio you had just done. 

It's all worth it. 

You thought to yourself opening the doors. 

Kazutora sat on the bed of his bland and colorless cell. He signed as he looked up at the ceiling light before turning his position to look at the side of the wall. He held his pillow tight. He knew it was visiting day, and his heart was anxious despite the fact that others had already been called to see their visitors, and there was still no call for him. He didn't even expect any visitors.

Kazutora didn't know if he wanted to see you or not. He’s spent so much time alone in his cell thinking. He wondered if you had figured out the other reason for him stabbing his best friend, you could read people, but he knew you had a hard time reading him. He felt his heart ache. He was scared of the karma that would hit him because of it. Maybe not even Karma, but just some sort of punishment, for causing pain to the soul that cared for him so much, and for not being there for that soul when she needed it the most. Which... ultimately lead to your attempt, which Draken told him about during his visit. He shut his eyes as he remembered Draken's words. 

“I don’t wanna hear you say there is no point anymore. Because there is, and it’s kinda frustrating and irritating how you can’t see it even though it’s right there. She’s in psychiatric hold right now because she was close to ending her own life. After Baji died, and you were taken away, Y/n couldn't take it anymore, and no one could see it because she just...she just kept it in, like you do. She was going to die on Baji’s birthday if I wasn’t there to make her throw up the pills she took. Her and I may not be blood related siblings, but I know she’s been through a lot and has always gotten over it just fine, you know that...but this time...I got really fucking scared.”

Kazutora felt his heart drop to fucking hell at Draken’s words. He felt his breathing stop as his mouth parted.

“I know you love her, I'm not sure in what way but I could care less about that. I know, Kazutora. All those times you came crying to the brothel, crying into her arms, begging for some type of help and she helped you, lended you her body for you to cry on, I’d hear all of it. I know you’re hurting, but if you go, I don't think she will be able to live with herself. She’ll blame herself for not being there for you like she’s always been. Do you understand?”

He felt his body throb from literal physical pain. Kazutora was feeling and getting the punishment he deserved right then and there. 

“You owe it to her, whether you like it or not, to stay alive because she's doing the same for you. And once you’re out of here, you should finally grow up. Let her cry into your arms for once. She’s your best friend, right? Because she deserves for those efforts to be reciprocated. And you deserve to see what she’s gone through because of everything that happened. Take care, Kazutora.” 

Kazutora was lost in his own mind, to the point where he couldn't even register that one of the guards was calling his name from the cell door.

“Hm? I’m sorry I wasn't...uh, paying attention. What did you say?” he asked sitting up nervously 

“You got a visitor, kid. C’mon get up.” said the man unlocking his cell 

“A- visitor?” he said quietly getting up from his bed with shocked eyes 

It was already 4:15. Kazutora grew anxious at who his visitor could be. He was sure it wasn't you, your school is too far for you to make it here in time. There would only be a couple minutes to spare if you did try. Could it be Draken wanting to give him a word of advice? Or maybe Chifuyu.. Maybe Mikey? God, who could it be. It made him feel even more congested and trapped than before.  

As Kazutora walked, he looked down at his feet avoiding people's gazes. He saw the backs of his fellow juvenile delinquents from the side of his eye. His heartbeat became stronger, and he felt it thumbing in his ears. God, he didn't know what to expect. He was just so...frustrated. 

“Here, you have until 5.” said the guard, taking off his hand cuffs. His back was facing you. You grew anxious bringing your hands to rest on your things and skirt, waiting for him to turn around and look at you. You watched as he rubbed his wrists and sat down at the stool still not looking at you. You rubbed your hands together under the table separating you both, as the guard walked away to patrol. Your eyes followed the guard, not even noticing that Kazutora had turned to look at your face. 

Kazutora felt his face get hot at the sight of you. You had a school shirt on, with a dark blue tie and a sweater vest, Your hair tied into a low and messy bun with some of you natural and dyed hairs falling out framing your face. He felt his whole body go warm as you turned your head and gave him a nervous smile as a small blush formed. He didn't know why he was scared to see you, because every time Kazutora had the chance to see you, he instantly felt better, no matter what.

You two, and the other inmates and visitors, were all separated by a piece of plastic with a vent to capture sound better. On the side there was a subsection with an opening to the other side where you could pass things through. Such as notes, toys, hygiene stuff, and extra. You brought your hands to the table holding them.

“Hey...sorry I’m late.” you said as you saw Kazutora snap out of his gaze 

“Oh no I-, please don’t be..” he said waving his hands frantically, clearly nervous

“I had to run about 2 miles to get here..” you laughed trying to not tense up

Kazutora felt… stupid, why would you do that? Just to see him? It just made him even more confused...confused about how he felt towards you. 

“Just to see me? But..why?” he asked without thinking and just speaking, giving a regretful and embarrassed face after asking his question.

“Hm? Oh well it's simple really…” you said bringing your hands to rest in between your thighs on your seat 

“I know that I've told you that I don't like saying these words to people because it sounds like some sort of goodbye but it’s time I grow up from my past, and stop keeping things in..so…it’s because I love you... I thought that was fairly obvious but I don't wanna mess up like I did last time. I want you to know that I do love you and care for you.” you said giving him a closed eyed smile, this made Kazutora realize that you deeply regretted not telling Keisuke that you loved him more often when you two still had time. He felt his heart ache. He felt so guilty and gross.

“So, I’m gonna try and start saying that more often..” you said laughing to break the silence 

Kazutora was still speechless at what you had just said. He couldn’t seem to process it, and he wanted to say it back but for some reason he just couldn’t. He was afraid that something else might slip out. He truly didn't think he was worthy of your love and care. It became quiet. Again.

“I made you a bento box with your favorite things, I made sure to put some extra meat. Cause you always used to ask for that when I would make bentos for study days with you and Keisuke. And don’t worry! It’s allowed and you can have the kitchen hold it for you till you’re ready to eat it for today's dinner, the guards said so. And the container is microwave safe! So you can warm up the entree section. There’s rice and BBQ meat, little octopus shaped sausages and sauce with it! Oh and a salad with sesame dressing on the side, and desert which is just mochi. Every Friday I'll come by, and give you the new bento and you'll just give me back the old one, so that I can wash it and so we don't have to waste stuff.” you said smiling 

Your hand dung into your bag, and you pulled out a wooden bento box sliding it halfway through the subsection, but Kazutora hung his head low. You smiled, trying your best to make things right, as silence grew loud again. 

“I can also bring some mangas for you, I know you like shounen and also horror.. So I can buy some and give them to you so that you aren't bored! This week's shonen jump is good… It’s about a boy who is trying to save his mom, and ends up traveling across lands, with close friends, to get this special potion that will heal her, but I’ll make sure to look for some good horror manga too...I know you like stuff about folk tales, that sound okay?”  

Silence.

After a few minutes you spoke again.

“I decided to let my hair grow out cause I kinda miss having longer hair…There's this really pretty girl in my class who has long blonde hair.. Like Emma’s but longer and more wavy.. What about you? Anything you wanna do to your hair when you get out? I’ll take you to get it done-” 

Silence. 

The time now at 4:40. Kazutora bit his lip out of frustration, refusing to look up at you. 

“Oh! What about I bring over a sudoku book, so you can work on your academics as well! I can teach you how to play, it’s fun once you get the hang of it. Or I can bring just a simple literature book, it’s really up to you, I think both are great.” 

Silence. 

“Maybe markers so you can draw on yourself when you’re bored? I remember you doing that while I would tutor you and Keisuke. I can get big and small ones, and ones with different colors too. Also a sketch book, since you’re really good at drawing.” 

You were met with silence again. You felt your heart ache. Your eyes looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:47. You both were running out of time. About half an hour went by of your speaking, you giving a couple minutes in between waiting for him to speak back, but nothing. You clenched your hands into fists, biting your bottom lip as you looked down at your hands, resting on your thighs. 

You felt a strong feeling in your throat, the feeling you get when you’re about to sob. You were so frustrated, and you were trying to keep a level head. It was hard and you just wanted to fucking cry. 

“I- '' you said before closing your mouth realizing you were about to let out a whine. You didn't wanna cry, you wanted to say something but you were afraid that if you did, it would just come out as a sob.  

“I know it’s hard on you-” you said holding back your sobs while still looking down at your hands, letting your hairs cover your face 

“If you don’t want me here, I promise- that I’m fine with that...but~” you said in between pauses keeping your sobs in, but your last word came out shaky making Kazutora shoot his head to see you about to cry. 

He felt his heart ache once again. 

 “But please….jus-just say something. Anything. At least acknowledge that I'm here.” you cried quietly while tensing up your shoulders 

Kazutora frowned. This was his punishment. Seeing you cry, and not being able to hold and comfort you like he desperately wanted to. He opened his mouth, but closed it soon after when nothing came out. Not even a squeak, or whine, or breath. 

“I-”

You heard him say. You looked up with tears in your eyes seeing his face of desperation. 

Kazutora wanted to speak so badly, there were so many thoughts in his head he just could not push one out of his mouth, and he was afraid he might say something he would regret. He wanted to respond to everything you asked him, add commentary, tell you that you looked pretty today, say thank you for the food you made him. Tell you to not waste your tears on someone like him. Say sorry for making you feel uncomfortable because of his silence. God he just- 

“I love you-” he choked up and said in a louder tone causing your eyes to widen and mouth to part from shock at his sudden outburst.

He was avoiding your eyes as he spoke. 

“I- thank you, thank you so much for the food! Really! And I would really love whatever and everything you bring me.” he said, quieting down towards the end.  

“I...can’t put my thoughts into words… and I don’t wanna say something I’d regret. All this time I’ve just been lost in my own mind. I just want you to know that..that I really am in- that I really appreciate you. I want you..to be here, and I’m so...sorry for making you cry.” he said in between pauses of frustration and embarrassment 

You felt your body get warm, your heart beat was strong and you could feel it in your finger tips and temples. You opened your mouth to say something before Kazutora spoke again. 

“I..wanted to.. Wanted to help you...in just some way...after seeing you cry for the first time...with Baji in your arms….I shouldn't have stabbed Baji...I took the person you loved more than anything...away from you.. Because I was j- because I was so stupid, and still am. Even when you’ve done...so fucking much for me...I- and I took him from you...I just don’t get it… how can you have any empathy towards me anymore.. It doesn't make sense. I took so much from you… I killed Shinchiro, and I killed Baji. You loved them both...Mikey loved them both, why do..why do you even have any feeling towards me?” he said looking into your eyes with tears   

Your eyes softened at him. You took a small breath before saying-

“I thought I already told you why, Kazutora. I love you.” 

Kazutora felt a tear run down his cheek. He knew how much thought came behind those simple words. 

“I don’t need a reason to love you. Just like I don't need a reason to be hungry. It’s just there, and will continue to be there, you know what I mean? Same thing with everyone I love.” you said 

His breath hitched. The time now at 4:52.

“The only difference is I was in love with Keisuke. I still am in love with him. Even though he’s not here anymore. I know you might think I love him and Shinchiro and Mikey because they saved my life and helped me. But I was only so little. I had no concept of it. So was Keisuke. So was Mikey. Keisuke had no reason to come up to little me while I was starving on the ground practically dying. He just did it. He was too young to understand love. You think he understood his feelings for me the second he saw me? Or even with Mikey or Shinchiro. Of course not. They were just focussed on saving my life at the time. We discovered the love that was involved later. Even if it was too late to say anything about it. It took Kei and I about...hmmm..5-7 years maybe...to understand what we felt toward each other specifically. It is different with everyone. The love is just there, it’ll just be understood when the time is right. Like when your hunger just hits you. So when you ask me why I love you, or care for you, or forgive you. I just can’t give you a simple answer, even if I wanted to….because there's so much. Too much.” 

Kazutora understood your words. He really did. It made so much sense to him and he just wanted to scream.

Why? Well.. 

“The time will come where you believe that you're worthy of someone else's love and even your own, and even worth loving someone else yourself. So don’t worry. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes. Even if it takes all the time in the world, okay?” you said smiling at him leaving him with shocked eyes

“Alright times up! 5 o'clock!” yelled a guard 

“Well, I'll see you next Friday, okay? I’ll bring over some manga, oh! And don't forget the bento!” you said getting up from your seat as Kazutora did the same keeping his hands on the table as the guard came to cuff them 

“Y/n I-I’m…”

No. He can’t say it. He can never ever say it. Why? And say what? 

Because he will never be him. He can never be like him for you, and he was perfect for you. He was the one there for you. He had the time to love you. He was the one. He could never even compete. Not after what he did. Not after the jealousy and envy grew and brewed inside him towards him. He is filthy. Not worthy of your love. Right? 

But someday, he desperately and genuinely wants to allow himself to be loved, and to love. Kazutora will forever be longing for that moment. And when he can love, and allow himself to be loved, he wants it to be with you. 

But till that time comes..

“I’ll...really be looking forward to it.” he said biting back his words and smiling softly 

“Likewise.” you said smiling as you both parted your ways, at least for the time being. 

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Explanation/note: when i wrote this, i made y/n be a ‘foster’ siblings with Draken and childhood friends with Mikey and Keisuke. << Reason being is because i gave her a backstory where she was neglected and ran away, hence her having a more naturing personality. Y/n and Keisuke were a couple till he died but Kazutora always loved Y/n so it’s a love triangle in a way? I don’t know, but Kazutora grew envious of Keisuke in this ff which ended up being a motive to stabbing him during the fight, to which he later regrets and gets punishment for. Y/n in the story doesn’t know that so that’s why Kazutora can’t accept her love for real because he doesn't know if Y/n will really forgive him after that, and Kazutora won’t be able to learn/accept love till he admits what he did. Holding in that secret, and being in love with Y/n makes him feel frustrated and act out. And obviously time is the theme of this whole story. Kazutora at the end decided to avoid his feelings because the way things are going right now fro the time being for him are fine because he doesn't believe he deserves anything more.  But that can only last for so long, so he’s gambling with his relationship with you. He thinks of it as his punishment for now, not being able to tell you how he really feels, and not being able to comfort you.

ANYWAYS hope you liked it, sorry if it’s confusing. 

[braindeadbaddie]

Baji scrubs at his hands.

He couldn’t get clean.

He couldn’t get clean.

His hands were red and raw from washing them in the sink. And although the blood on his knuckles right now were his own, all he could picture was Chifuyu’s face.

Chifuyu’s bloodied face.

Chifuyu’s bloodied face that he caused.

“In our gang, if one of our friends gets hurt, we’ll stomp the fuck outta whatever gang that did it. So remember, he’s my friend.”

What kind of person did that to their friend?

Baji stared with hard eyes at his own face in the mirror.

A monster.

A monster did that.

And he was a monster.

Chifuyu was just three flights down, bloodied and bruised and it was all his fault.

All his fault.

All his fault.

All his fault.

He wanted to save Mikey, he wanted to save Toman.

But was this really the way?

Could he really save Toman at the expense of tarnishing it’s very values?

At the expense of disrespecting its very core?

At the expense of Chifuyu?

Baji stormed into his room, face screwed in angry, resentment, hurt, self-hatred, and isolation.

Ah, that’s what this feeling was.

Isolation.

Baji wasn’t used to that. He was always surrounded by friends. By people who cared about him. By people who loved him.

He always had Mikey.

Mikey who he betrayed.

And Draken and Mitsuya and Pah.

All of whom he had abandoned.

And Kazutora.

Who was barely holding on by a thread.

And Chifuyu.

Who he had beaten half to death.

The first tears slipped down his face. He looked around his dark, empty, cold room, and felt an ache in his heart.

God, what was he doing?

He walked up to his desk and picked up the envelope that had laid there, collecting dust.

Written neatly across the middle was Chifuyu.

He had worked for about two weeks to get the letter right, practicing on different pieces of paper, practicing the spelling, practicing what to say.

Chifuyu had helped him with letters to Kazutora all the time. He just wanted to show him how much he improved. He just wanted to express his gratitude. For the help, for his friendship.

And maybe…maybe he wanted to express something else too.

And a week ago, he finally had gotten it right.

And then he found out there was an enemy in Toman.

How could Baji think about anything else?

The letter laid on his desk forgotten. And honestly how was he supposed to give it to Chifuyu now?

He took a deep breath.

This was for Chifuyu. This was for Toman.

So he took another deep breathe.

This was for the best.

So he tucked all his feelings away into the letter, steeled his resolve, and threw it in the trash.

This was for everyone.

Even if it was at the expense of himself.

~~~

Months later, when Baji’s mom could finally go into her son’s room without breaking down at the door, she found the letter in the trash. She invited Chifuyu up to their apartment, and handed it to him.

Chifuyu was conflicted about what to do with it. If Baji-san wanted him to see it, he would’ve given it to him, right?

But…His name was on it. So it was his, right? He could open it, right?

So the next morning, bright and early, he heads to the Baji family grave with peyoung yakisoba and the letter.

And when he reads it, he wishes he never did.

Because how was he supposed to live the rest of his life, knowing that his first love was reciprocated, but still ended before it ever began?

~~~

Inspired by @dukewine and this Twitter post.

[eungii]

• ¡ Already late ! ft. Kazutora Hanemiya

ᴛᴡ: Anime/manga spolier¿ || Female pronouns used || kinda Mikey x reader || Valhalla! Kazutora being a piece of trash <33 (I love him pls) ||

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: This is for my special "HAPPY BDAY PLATANITO" Event ¡! Go an check it out!! <33 @n1fangirlsblog sorry for taking so loooong! School and work are killing me :). I add that reader have a small brother name Keiji L/N

Song lines: Who is it? It's me What are you looking for? At you It's late Why? Because now I'm the one who wants to be without you.

Go, forget that I exist, that you met me, And do not be surprised, forget everything that happened because you for that have experience.

Kazutora Hanemiya.

The name of your fist love, the one that you always helped in the worst moments, the name of your childhood love.

You met him thanks to Baji, you remember it so good, he was wearing a white shirt with a blue sweater, his black hair was a little messy, and his yellow eyes were so pretty.

Those eyes that he used to look at you with love, telling wow, you are so pretty without even open his mouth. That days was his birthday, his "friend" was using him, his mom wasn't home that day, and even he got into a fight with Baji (who luckily was awaiting for you to go with mikey, or that was his plan)

"Y/n! In here!" As you hear your friend, he grab the nachos he asked before. "This is amm... Kaneminya Mazutora??" The black haired man spoke with his mouth full "It's Kazutora Hanemiya..." "ah yes! Kazutora! And well this is my friend Y/N L/N" as Baji stop speaking, you saw the little guy.

" As Baji already told you, my name is Y/N L/N nice to meet you Hanemiya-" Kazutora tense up by the sound of his last name and quickly correct you "Kazutora, call me Kazutora please" "Huh? Oh ok I guess, so today we were supposed to met Mikey, but Draken call me and he told me that Mikey and his family went to picnic, I hope Shinichiro isn't is charge, last time he almost lose us" As you start to speak you could feel the stare of Kazutora's eyes, you were so perfect that it hurt him "So! I have to leave you two, I have to take Keiji to go home"

"Keiji..?" Kazutora spoke to himself, thinking that maybe he was your boyfriend, it could be, like you are pretty, you seems smart, you look like you take care of them, and Keiji sound like a guy with-

"Yes, my brother Keiji L/N, we are from the same father but different mother. Mine was the fist one but she unfortunately die in a car accident, so now we have Keiji's mom." As you speak Baji was choking with a piece of nacho "WHAT?! YOU NEVES TOLD ME THAT!! I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE FORM THE SAME MOM"

And as you two start to fight, Kazutora's mind was only thinking one thing, You.

"So, how about he get Mikey a motorcycle as his gift"

This wasn't suppose to happened, your friends were going to jail. Kazutora killed Shinichiro, mikey's brother, and Baji was there too.

"Kazutora! What happened?" as you try to speak to him, he saw you but you were next to mikey, grabbing his shaking hand, god he wished that was him, but why mikey? Why always was Mikey? When he told you about his plan the fist thing you say was 'Mikey told me to go and talk about things, probably gonna go with Keiji, he love Mikey more than me' and every time was 'Mikey need me..' 'Mikey told me to go amd bring him food' 'Mikey and Draken are waiting for me' 'Mikey this' 'Mikey that'

Never was him, he didnt even know how your brother look! But Mikey does, he even sometimes help your brother to sleep and now, he take your hand so tight, He hated not telling his feelings, he hated to be the one going to jail and can't go with you, he hated not be the one taking your hand, he hated mikey.

And how could he win your heart, by making you hate mikey, by taking mikey away from you, by killing mikey.

Letters, roses, gifts, plushies, food with cute red bows and more where always for him, Kazutora Hanemiya. After what he did you still visit him without mikey knowing of course and he hated because he knew you were always for mikey, mikey, mikey mikey mikey, always was mikey and never him, he knew couldn't win against mikey, but why?

Why couldn't he be the fist one in your list? Why couldn't he kiss you in the cheek like mikey do? Why couldn't he stop to feel sad? Why couldn't he stop loving you?

"Hey Y/N? Can I ask you something?" "Uh.. Yeah sure" He didn't even remember what were you talking about, because all he wanted to know was "Mikey or me?" "What..?" How stupid of him, asking without thinking what the answered could be "Why are you asking me this Kazutora? Why you gotta bring Mikey in the conversation?"

It was looking like you didn't want yo break his heart again.

"I ask, mikey or me? Chose one" his voice was so cold, his eyes were now on you, his his eyebrows were a little up, and his hand was touching the white table pat pat pat.

"I-I can't choose, you both are special for me, mikey helped me when my mom..., he helped me when Keiji was being bullied by the other gang, he helped me when ToMan was created and he add me, he-" "YEAH I GET IT! MIKEY THIS MIKEY THAT! AND WHAT ABOUT ME?! HUH?! DID YOU EVEN LOVED ME WHEN WE WERE YOUNG?! I ALWAYS LOOKED SO STUPID WAITING FOR YOU! I AM THE ONE THAT HELPED TOO!! I AM NOT FUCKING INVISIBLE Y/N L/N"

He have enough, he always liked you, he was always to your side, he always helped you when you were having trouble with your homework, he was there. But as yo seemed that you didnt need him, he didnt needed you either.

"I don't need you anymore, I don't love you. I have enough, I bet that without i am happier , I hate you Y/N L/N" And with those words he left, he left your heart broke, he left his feelings for you (or that was he thought), he left you.

Baji died, he knew he never left him, he knew that he was crazy but not that crazy. He killed Baji, he left you alone, he blamed mikey for everything, he was a monster. He deserve to die, and go with Baji. Mikey deserved yo killed him there, next to Baji, in front of your eyes, and behind the karma.

This is what I deserve, this is what I deserve, this is what I deserve, this is what I deserve, this is what I deserve. Its your fault, it's your fault, It's your fault, Its your fault..

His mind was playing against him, telling that everything in his life was wrong, meeting you and Baji was wrong, trying to make mikey smile was wrong, born in this world was wrong. Until he start to listen to Takemichi's voice "Mikey-kun! Stop! Baji didnt died for you to kill Kazutora!"

He was right, Baji said that he kill himself, he didnt want to Kazutora start blaming himself. So as the words in Takemichi's voice were so emotional, your own legs start to move. And you stand in front of Mikey, who tried to hit Kazutora again. "Mikey, please stop... Let's go home" and as you put your hand in front of him, he stare at you. "This bastard just stabbed Baji, are you seriously going to protect him?!"

And as much as Kazutora hated to think, he felt happy, just for some seconds but he felt like that, thinking you protecting him, being on his side and not on Mikey's. Him being more important to you than Mikey.

"That doesn't matter Mikey! Please stop!" And after helping Takemichi to stop him, he finally came to the "calm" Mikey, telling everyone that the fight was over.

But before you went next to Mikey, Kazutora grab your hand, feeling the cold hand of his and the wind that wasn't helping. As you look into his eyes, he slowly grab your hole arm.

"Can- Can we.. you- you" the words couldn't pass through his lips, he was feeling so small that was about to cry. " Can we start things again? I-Im sorry..."

He was hopping for you to say yes, hopping to you hug him, after all you put him above Mikey, right?

But all of his happy thoughts were gone with the words that slipped of your mouth. Completely destroying him.

"Kazutora, i hate to do this but go away and forget that I exist, that you met me, And do not be surprised, forget everything that happened because you for that have experience. I'm next to Mikey in this, please stop comparing yourself with him, you are not Mikey and will never be. I loved you but after all, you can't stop thinking that Mikey is the one wrong. Guess what? You are the one wrong."

And with that, his heart was broke but the last piece was with you and he knew it.

He knew you were gonna forgive him but don't forget what happened.

He knew you were gonna be happy next to Manjiro Sano.

He knew you were gone in his life.

He knew he was already late.

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[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: thanks for saving my ass. - bajitora

person of interest sentence starters

   Kazutora drops himself into one of the booths, the smell of fast food heavy in the air. It makes his mouth water – despite his freedom now it was still something he savored. Then again, juvie had changed his relationship with food rather considerably. He became fiercely protective over it like an animal guarding its kill from coyotes trying to steal. He might offer to share, but anyone who tried to take without permission would limp away beaten and bruised.

   “ I can’t believe you forgot a whole report. “  Kazutora snorts, taking a sip of his drink with a cheerful smile.  “ You would’ve been history. Lucky for you that I had to read that book in juvie. God it was so boring too! “ He scrunches his nose and makes a face at the memory. “ I could have sworn it was a new type of torture to give them an excuse to beat us. Guess it’s just required after all. “  He props his chin up on the palm of his hand. “ Seriously. If you think school sucks, its even worse in juvie. Plus you’re kinda doomed if you fail. They grade harder than the guards hit. “ This kind of talk is something he’s more accustomed to; it takes a moment for him to realize how it might sound. Especially when he’s never mentioned that in the letters. Still better than home. “ Uh…Not that it happened often or anything. “ He clears his throat and then straightens when their food is brought to the table.

   “  Yes! “ He gives a soft cheer as itchy fingers make quick work of the greasy paper and he bites into the burger. If he makes a noise, he’ll deny it later. Right now he savors the explosion of flavor and meat. He chews, managing to swallow before he speaks. “ Fuck man, it tastes like heaven. “ He bends his head down and takes another few bites in quick session almost as if he’s afraid someone is going to take it away. He grabs one of the fries and munches on it before he refocuses on the conversation.

   A sip of cold soda helps wash everything down before he speaks. “ You’re welcome though, Kei. Glad I could help you get a good grade on it. “ He offers a softer smile. It made him feel good to be able to help Keisuke do well and get such good grade on the paper. “ Bet your mom was pretty proud of that high score too, huh? “

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

ooooooooooo for your love letters from the sea event!!! u know my initials heh i'd like to go with... kazutora from tokyo revengers!! <3 sun in pisces, moon in gemini and here's a cute sea shell emoji 🐚 mwah love u sending kisses

allie!! thanks so much for participating TuT looks like i’m finally living up to the ‘of oceans’ part of my url. you get some seashells, you get some seashells, we all get seashells!! i also inserted some of the canon, you will understand the references when you read them >:3c (ft canva refusing to work the way i want with the background remover so i couldn’t do things the way i wanted on the images TAT)

transcription below!

[Being at sea sure is something. Everything stretches on in every direction with no end in sight. It's cool, but I still don't get why Pah thought a fishing trip with all of us would be a great bachelor party. At the very least I get to say I went deep sea fishing in my 20's. It's relaxingー at least when the guys aren't screaming about the latest catch. When they aren't doing that, I guess I've been thinking about you a lot. Or I guess, more accurately, about Us. God I sound sappy just saying it to myself. But when I get home, I really want to tell you how much I appreciate you. 

Everyone has their baggage they come with in a relationship, but I'm pretty sure I might take the cake. I know a lot of your friends don't like me (I know one of your friends REALLY doesn't like me), but in spite of that you still stick with me. I'm not a project for you, I'm just Kazutora. Kazutora who made a lot of mistakes but still Kazutora. That's what I love about our you the most. You accept my past and know I'm working on my flaws so I can easily accept all of yours. I don't think I tell you that enough and that's changing when I get home. 

And I should also probably apologize about Baji. I'll tell him to give us some space for a while after I get back home. He's a good guy, honestly. Just kind of protective of his friends. 

Looking forward to seeing you this weekend.]