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killerelysia · 2 months ago

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Before the Midnight bell (part1)- Ronin x G.N Reader (Birthday special)

The world may never understand his love—may never see the beauty in the brokenness he had created—

Happy Birthday, Ronin!

I don’t know where to even begin, but here it goes.

I’ve never met anyone quite like you., and that’s what makes you so special. You’ve made me see the world in ways I didn’t think were possible—through the chaos, the darkness, and the little moments of strange beauty. You make everything feel… more intense. More alive.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for just being you—for your twisted way of caring, your brutal honesty, and the way you make me feel like the world is ours to twist and shape. You’ve always been my protector, even when it doesn’t look like it. And for that, I’ll always be grateful.

Today’s your day, and I want it to be as crazy and unforgettable as you are. Here’s to more madness, more chaos, and more love (in our own twisted way).

I’m lucky to share this ride with you, Ronin. I’ll always be here—through every bloody, beautiful moment.

Happy Birthday.

With all my weird little love, Y/N..

Hey, I hope this is real..?

Ronin x G.N Reader (It's a fallen angel reader from my fanfic for Ronin! I didn't finish it but Hehe Hehe!)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 15k!

TW: Blood etc

How long!?

Ronin’s birthday was coming up, and for the first time, you felt both excitement and a hint of nervousness bubbling inside you. It wasn’t just any birthday this time—it was his first as your boyfriend. Your actual boyfriend. No manipulative games or quasi-relationship joke hiding behind twisted titles. This time, it was real.

The thought made your cheeks flush with warmth as you absentmindedly plucked at your sweater sleeve. What could you even do for him? Ronin wasn’t exactly the type to go all soft for traditional romantic gestures, but at the same time, he deserved something thoughtful. Something special.

When you couldn’t figure it out yourself, you turned to Angel for help.

The phone call had started simple—just asking her what kinds of things Ronin liked—but within minutes, it spiraled into giggles and brainstorming.

“Well,” Angel began, her voice teasing through the speaker. “For one, apple crumble ice cream. He’s obsessed. I swear, it’s like his one soft spot.”

You tilted your head, the corner of your lip tugging upward. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, and it has to be apple crumble. No substitutes.” She laughed lightly. “Also, anything horror-related. "You could probably scare him with some creepy prank and he’d still be grinning like an idiot. Oh! And vinyl records. He used to collect them like crazy. We’d spend hours in those little secondhand record stores."

“Wait, you guys used to date, huh?” you asked, more curious than anything else.

“Uh-huh.” Angel didn’t even try to sugarcoat it, her tone light and nonchalant. “But don’t worry, it’s ancient history. Besides, you’re better for him than I ever was.”

You blinked, momentarily stunned. “...Really?”

“Absolutely,” she said, warmth lacing her words. “Ronin’s a hard one to figure out, you know? But you... you don’t try to fix him. You’re just there. Healing him in your own way, piece by piece.”

The words settled in your chest, bringing a small, shy smile to your lips. You didn’t know about healing, but you did care about him—enough that jealousy didn’t even cross your mind when it came to his past. It was part of who he was, just like his sharp smirks and terrible habit of leaving his dirty boots on your couch.

“Well,” you said after a beat, grinning despite yourself. “I still need to figure out how to surprise him.”

Angel hummed thoughtfully before chiming in, “Okay, hear me out. What if you made the apple crumble ice cream? It’d mean way more than just buying it.”

Your eyes widened. “You think I could do that?”

“Absolutely. It’s easy! I’ll even send you the recipe. Trust me, he’ll love it.”

The idea lodged itself in your head, and before long, the two of you were laughing together, imagining Ronin’s surprise. It felt strange and wonderful—planning something sweet and thoughtful instead of just surviving the chaos of your usual lives.

“I can’t believe how cute you two have gotten,” Angel teased before the call ended. “You’re like this innocent little ray of sunshine, even after, y’know... the whole fallen angel thing.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, cheeks burning as you said goodbye and ended the call.

With the recipe saved on your phone and your determination set, you leaned back on the couch, mind swirling with ideas. This birthday was going to be perfect.

You were so lost in thought, though, that you didn’t notice the faint sound of footsteps creeping closer.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in your ear, low and playful. “Peekaboo.”

You yelped, jumping nearly a foot in the air, arms flailing as you landed unceremoniously on your butt.

Ronin doubled over with laughter, his crowbar leaning against the wall as he clutched his stomach. “Oh, my god, the way you jumped—” He barely got the words out between fits of cackling.

“Ronin!” you whined, pouting as you rubbed your sore tailbone. “That’s not funny!”

“It’s hilarious,” he countered, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You did the full Mickey Mouse jump and everything. You should’ve seen your face.”

You crossed your arms, trying to glare at him, but the laughter bubbling beneath his grin was contagious. Before you knew it, you were laughing too, the sound light and unguarded.

Ronin plopped down beside you on the floor, still smirking. “So, what were you sitting here looking so serious about? You looked like you were trying to solve a math problem or something.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the recipe still glowing on your phone screen. Panicking, you quickly locked the screen and tucked the phone behind you. “N-nothing!” you stammered. “Just... thinking!”

He raised a brow, clearly skeptical but not pushing it. “Mm-hmm. Sure.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, the quiet filling the space between his teasing and your flustered silence. His presence was warm beside you, grounding in a way that made your racing thoughts slow just a little.

“You’re weird, y’know that?” he said suddenly, his tone lighter.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Most people would’ve run for the hills by now. But you? You’re still here. Still all...” He gestured vaguely at you, his lips quirking into an almost affectionate smirk. “...you.”

Your cheeks burned, and you glanced away, hugging your knees to your chest. “Well... I guess I just like being around you.”

He didn’t respond right away, and when you glanced back, you caught a flicker of something soft in his expression before he covered it up with his usual bravado.

“Whatever, angel,” he muttered, ruffling your hair as he stood up. “Don’t go breaking anything while I’m gone.”

You huffed, smoothing your hair back down as he sauntered off, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

This birthday was going to be perfect. He might tease you for being so earnest, but you knew deep down he’d appreciate it. Because underneath all the posturing, Ronin cared—maybe even more than he let on.

And you? You cared too. Enough to try, to surprise him, to make this the best birthday he’d ever had.

Ronin extended his hand to you, still grinning from ear to ear, his laughter tapering off into soft chuckles. You took his hand, and he effortlessly pulled you to your feet, the smirk on his face never faltering.

“You good?” he asked, tilting his head, clearly still amused by your earlier reaction.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off and trying to recover what little dignity you had left. “And for the record, you’re terrible for scaring me like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the worst,” he teased, his voice dripping with faux arrogance. “But admit it—you’d miss me if I wasn’t.”

You rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. “Anyway,” you said, trying to steer the conversation, “I actually... prepared something for you.”

“Oh?” His eyebrow quirked, curiosity flickering in his gaze. “Prepared something? What, like food?”

“Yes, like food.” You placed your hands on your hips, trying to act exasperated. “I thought maybe you’d like a decent meal for once, instead of... I don’t know, whatever you scrape together while you’re out doing... whatever it is you do.”

His grin widened, and he stepped closer, leaning in just enough to make your pulse quicken. “You cooked for me?”

You nodded, cheeks warming as you looked away. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s not like I do this every day.”

“Well, color me impressed,” he said, leaning back with a lazy smirk. “Guess I’ll have to see if it’s edible first.”

“Ronin!” you huffed, playfully smacking his arm.

He laughed, stepping aside and gesturing toward the kitchen. “Lead the way, chef.”

The two of you moved to the kitchen, where you’d already plated the food you made. Ronin eyed the spread, his expression unreadable as he took it all in.

“Looks good,” he admitted, surprising you. But as he leaned forward to inspect it, he added, “Though I didn’t get any blood on my mouth today, so I’m not sure if it’ll hit the spot.”

You froze for a second, his casual tone catching you off guard. “Uh... you mean...”

“Killing,” he said nonchalantly, grabbing a fork and poking at the food. “Been doing a lot of it lately. Guess you noticed, huh?”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. “Well... yeah. I mean, you’ve been, uh, busy. Is there... a reason for it?”

Ronin’s hand paused, his fork hovering just above his plate. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, his usual playful demeanor seemed to dim.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said finally, his tone sharp enough to make you flinch.

“Okay,” you said softly, nodding like the obedient little toy he seemed to think you were.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “You’re cute when you do that, y’know. All wide-eyed and nodding like that. Like you’re afraid to push me too far.”

“I just...” You trailed off, unsure how to respond.

He smirked again, leaning forward to ruffle your hair. “Relax, angel. I’m not gonna bite—unless you ask me to.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly changed the subject. “You must be tired. Why don’t we do something fun instead? Take your mind off... whatever it is.”

Ronin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Fun, huh? What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Something. Anything. Just... not work. You deserve a break.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Alright, how about this—are you free tomorrow?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Good,” he said, his smirk growing. “Then clear your schedule. I’ve got plans for us

After dinner, the night began to wind down. You stretched your arms over your head, stifling a yawn as you cleared the plates and tucked them into the sink for tomorrow’s version of you to handle. Ronin was already on his way to the bedroom, casually stripping off his hoodie as he went. You didn’t miss the way his muscles moved under the dim light, but you quickly turned away, trying not to overthink it.

As you tidied up a few last-minute things, the thought of sleep became more and more appealing. But not before you indulged in one of your newfound comforts: stealing Ronin’s clothes.

You grabbed one of his oversized hoodies from the back of a chair and slipped into it, the fabric smelling faintly of motor oil, leather, and something distinctly him. It hung loosely on your frame, swallowing you in its warmth. Pairing it with a pair of shorts, you shuffled toward the bedroom, relishing the small joys that came with being close to him.

When you entered, Ronin was already sprawled on the bed, scrolling lazily through his phone. His legs were crossed, and he looked like the epitome of someone who didn’t have a care in the world. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him, before a familiar urge bubbled up.

“Alright,” you said, placing your hands on your hips. “Bedtime.”

Ronin raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You sound like my mom. What’s next, tucking me in?”

You grinned, already making your way to his side of the bed. “Exactly that.”

He groaned, exaggerated and dramatic, but didn’t stop you as you grabbed the blankets and started fussing over him.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words.

“And yet, you’re letting me do this,” you teased, tucking the blanket snugly around him like he was some kind of overgrown child.

He rolled his eyes but stayed still, indulging you with a resigned sigh. “Happy now?”

“Very,” you replied, stepping back to admire your handiwork.

You leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. “Good night, Ronin.”

Turning toward the couch on the far side of the room, you started to make your way over, already mentally preparing for the uneven cushions.

But before you could settle in, you felt a tug on your wrist. You looked down to see Ronin’s hand gripping yours, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

“Going to sleep?” you replied, a little confused by the question.

“On the couch?” He tugged again, gently this time. “You’re my partner now. Why are you still sleeping over there?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected him to address it so directly. “I... I didn’t think you’d mind,” you said softly. “I just—”

“You just what?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but there was a weight to it, an insistence that you answer honestly.

You hesitated, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “I thought... maybe you’d prefer it that way. Because of... you know.”

Ronin’s expression darkened slightly, but his grip on your wrist didn’t falter. “Because of Ther?” he asked bluntly, cutting through your hesitation.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to make you feel like I was... trying to replace them. I know I can’t. And I wouldn’t want to. I just... I thought maybe it’d be easier for you if I kept some distance.”

He let out a long breath, his thumb brushing against the inside of your wrist. “What do you think of me?”

“What?”

“I’m asking what you think,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re the one who’s scared I’m hung up on someone else. Do you think I’m the type to do that to you?”

“No,” you said quickly. “I don’t think you’d ever see Ther in someone else. You’re... you’re not like that. You care too much, even if you don’t like showing it.”

He smirked faintly at that, but the seriousness in his eyes didn’t fade.

“I just...” You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I know you loved them. And I know I’m not them. But that’s okay. I don’t need to be. I’m just happy I get to be part of your life, even if it’s not the same.”

For a moment, Ronin didn’t say anything. His eyes searched yours, his usual post-ironic mask slipping just enough for you to catch a glimpse of something raw underneath.

Then, slowly, a grin broke across his face, though it was softer than usual. “You’re something else,” he said, shaking his head.

You smiled back at him, feeling a little lighter. “So... we’re okay?”

“More than okay,” he said. “But if you think I’m letting you sleep on that couch again, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Before you could protest, he tugged on your wrist, pulling you toward the bed. You stumbled slightly, but he caught you, his hands firm yet gentle as they guided you onto the mattress.

“Ronin—”

“Nope,” he said, cutting you off. “No arguments. You’re staying here.”

You looked at him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. “Unless you’ve got a problem with it.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “No problem.”

“Good.” He shifted to make room for you, pulling the blankets over the both of you. “Now get some sleep, angel.

The quiet settled in as you nestled closer against Ronin’s chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of security. For all his sharp edges, Ronin had a warmth to him, one that you craved more than you liked to admit. His arm draped loosely around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, and you could feel the slight tension in his hold, like he wasn’t entirely sure how much was too much.

You tilted your head slightly to look up at him, your fingers absentmindedly toying with the hem of his hoodie. “Ronin?”

“Hm?” His voice was muffled, his eyes half-lidded, but you could tell he was still awake.

“Can I ask you something?”

He groaned softly, cracking one eye open. “You’re not about to get all serious on me right before bed, are you?”

“No,” you said quickly, your voice soft. “It’s just... something I’ve been thinking about.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t push you away. “Alright, spit it out.”

You hesitated, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re really... um, touchy, sometimes. Like, not in a bad way! I mean, I like it.” You tripped over your words, your face heating up as you tried to explain. “I just... you seem like you need it. A lot.”

Ronin let out a low, dramatic groan, throwing his head back against the pillow. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re not seriously analyzing my cuddle habits, are you?”

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but also determined to ask. “I’m not analyzing! I’m just curious. Is it... a thing for you? Being touchy, I mean.”

His eyes flicked back to you, and for a moment, you thought he might brush it off with one of his usual sarcastic comments. But instead, he sighed, his hand running through his plum-colored hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “Guess you could say I’m a bit touch-starved. Always have been.”

You blinked up at him, tilting your head. “Touch-starved?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what it means,” he said, smirking slightly. “I’m not gonna spell it out for you.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no, I know what it means! I just... I didn’t think you’d say it like that. You’re so... you.”

He snorted, his fingers tapping lightly against your hip. “Yeah, well, even I’ve got my shit, alright? Not exactly a lot of hugs going around in my past. So, sue me if I’m a little touchy right now."

He stiffened for a moment, then narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t start with me.”

“What?” you said, feigning innocence. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“You’re not teasing,” he said flatly. “You think you’re teasing, but you’re not.”

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “I totally am!”

He let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head. “Kid, you don’t have a teasing bone in your body. It’s cute, though. Like watching a puppy try to bark for the first time.”

You frowned, trying to think of something witty to say back, but your mind drew a blank. Instead, you settled for sticking your tongue out at him, which only made him laugh harder.

“See? Case in point,” he said, his smirk widening.

You huffed, turning away from him, but his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its usual sarcasm. “I’m not complaining. You being... you? That’s what makes it good. So don’t go trying to change it, alright?”

You turned back to him, your cheeks warm as you nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “Now go to sleep before you make me say more sappy shit.”

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. “Good night, Ronin.”

“Night, angel.”

Ronin stretched out on the bed, his body heavy with the kind of groggy satisfaction that came from sleeping far longer than he usually allowed himself. He blinked a few times, his gaze shifting to the empty space beside him. You were gone.

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and he rubbed at his face. Fresh air, maybe? he thought, letting his arm flop onto the bed. He wasn’t the clingy type, a mantra he didn’t quite believe but stubbornly repeated anyway. Touch-starved, not needy EVEN NOT THAT!, he muttered internally, rolling out of bed.

Still, the quiet absence in the room felt louder than it should have. As he threw on his hoodie and padded down the hall, he shook his head.

Shut it, Ronin

His own voice in his mind was sharp, scolding. They’re not your lifeline, and you don’t need someone to hold your damn hand through every second of the day.

He paused at the door to the garage, his gaze drifting over the tools hanging neatly on the walls. Ironic, wasn’t it? How someone like him, who prided himself on rejecting everything Christianity had tried to hammer into his skull, found solace in someone like you. A figure who seemed to embody everything he’d hated about faith: hope, forgiveness, devotion. Yet, here he was, falling into step with you without ever realizing it. You weren’t an answer to a prayer—Ronin didn’t pray anymore. But somehow, you’d become something he couldn’t deny. Something he hadn’t planned. You left everything for him too. He knows it was for your own good according to him.

But-----

He scoffed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned toward the basement. A flicker of movement caught his attention, and he followed it, his boots creaking against the wooden stairs as he descended.

There you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your phone, the screen glowing faintly in the dim light. You were so focused you didn’t even hear him approach until his voice broke the silence.

“What the hell are you doing down here?”

You flinched so hard your phone nearly flew out of your hands. “Jeez, Ronin!” you said, clutching your chest. “Can you not sneak up on me like that?”

His smirk spread slowly, a smug, lopsided thing. “I wasn’t sneaking. You’re just jumpy. Seriously, though. The basement? What’re you doing?”

You scrambled to your feet, your cheeks flushing as you shoved your phone into your pocket. “Nothing! I just… needed some fresh air.”

Ronin raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning even more stupidly amused. “Fresh air? In the basement? Yeah, sure. Makes perfect sense.”

You huffed, brushing past him and heading for the stairs. “I needed to think, okay? That’s all. Now go shower or something. I’ll make breakfast.”

He followed you up the stairs, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, his grin never fading. “You speed-walkin’ away like that doesn’t exactly scream ‘innocent.’ What were you really doing, huh? Secretly plotting my downfall? Finding new ways to make me eat actual vegetables?”

You whirled around at the top of the stairs, pointing a finger at him. “Ronin, I swear, if you don’t go take a shower right now, I’m not making you breakfast.”

He leaned against the wall, tilting his head as he looked at you with a mock pout. “A threat? Really? That’s what we’re doing now?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “Because you’re being insufferable, and I have important things to do.”

“Important things,” he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Like what? Let me guess, you’re planning to—”

“Go. Shower,” you interrupted, shoving his shoulder lightly. “You probably smell like… like murder or something.”

He laughed at that, a low, gravelly sound that sent a shiver up your spine. “Murder smells better than you’d think, angel.”

“Ronin!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m going. But this breakfast better be worth it, or you’re never living this down.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he finally turned toward the bathroom. As the door clicked shut behind him, you let out a sigh of relief. He was impossible, but… he was also Ronin. And that was enough to make you smile as you headed for the kitchen.

Ronin leaned back in his chair, his plate of food mostly untouched as he watched you. You were fidgeting with your phone, tapping your fingers against the floor, your knee bouncing with a restless energy he didn’t usually see in you. You were distracted, anxious—he could tell. The corner of his mouth twitched downward.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, breaking the silence. His voice was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was fishing for something.

You froze, your eyes snapping to his like you’d been caught red-handed. “Nothing,” you blurted, clutching your phone to your chest. “Just… nothing important.”

His brow arched. “Yeah? ‘Cause you look like you’re planning a jailbreak or something. Come on, show me.”

You shook your head so quickly it was almost comical. “No, please don’t ask,” you said softly, your voice almost pleading.

That stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t sure if it was the tone or the look in your eyes, but something about it made him back off. “Alright, fine. Keep your secrets,” he said, grabbing his fork and focusing on his plate instead.

The tension eased slightly as you took a breath, and for a moment, it seemed like the conversation would end there. But then, you stood abruptly, brushing your hands on your pants like you were gearing up for something.

“I’m going out,” you said, your voice a little too chipper.

Ronin’s fork clattered against his plate as he stared at you. “You’re what?”

“I’m going somewhere. It’s… important,” you said, heading toward the door before he could ask more questions.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “The hell do you mean ‘important’? Since when do you have places to be? All you know is this house. What’s so important you’re just up and leaving now?”

You hesitated, your hand on the doorframe, and then turned back to him with a nervous smile. “It’s something I saw online, and I’ve wanted to check it out in person for a while. I’ll be back, don’t worry.”

Ronin squinted at you, his confusion evident. You weren’t making any sense, and that only made him more suspicious. But the way you smiled at him—genuine, if not a little nervous—made him hold his tongue.

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “Go do… whatever. Just don’t get into trouble.”

“I won’t!” you chirped, practically skipping toward your room to get dressed.

Ronin stayed at the table, staring at your empty seat with a frown. He’d told himself over and over that he wasn’t the clingy type, but your sudden departure left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn’t like you to leave like this, especially not after you’d been so jittery all morning. And after the fall? You barely left the house unless it was with him.

He drummed his fingers against the table, muttering under his breath. “The hell is this about?”

The thought of following you crossed his mind for a split second, but he dismissed it just as quickly. He wasn’t that petty. Besides, you weren’t the type to run off and… see someone else. No, this was something different.

Still, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. His birthday was tomorrow, and while he’d never been the kind of guy to care much about celebrating, he’d been looking forward to spending the day with you. It wasn’t about the gifts or the attention—it was about having someone who actually gave a damn.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe you really had found something online and decided to check it out. But that didn’t explain why you’d been acting so weird.

he sat there, his thoughts swirling, he couldn’t help but feel a little… disappointed. For someone who claimed they didn’t care about birthdays, he sure was hoping this one would be different.

Meanwhile, in your room, you were frantically changing into something casual but nice, your heart racing as you double-checked everything you needed. You weren’t great at lying to Ronin—he could read you like an open book—but you’d managed to keep your plan under wraps.

Tomorrow was his birthday, and you wanted to make it special. Not just for him, but for you, too. It was the first birthday you’d get to celebrate with him as his partner, and you were determined to make it memorable.

As you slipped out of the house, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for leaving without telling him the truth. But if you could pull this off, it would all be worth it.

Ronin, meanwhile, stayed seated at the table, his thoughts gnawing at him. What the hell is going on? he thought, rubbing at the back of his neck. You weren’t one to keep secrets, and the fact that you had one now was driving him insane.

He didn’t know where you were going, but he wasn’t about to follow. He wasn’t that guy. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to—and why it felt like it had something to do with him.

After you left, Ronin found himself standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands on his hips, staring at nothing in particular. He muttered to himself as he finally picked up his plate and tossed the leftovers into the trash.

“Off doing some secret mission,” he grumbled. “You’re getting soft, Ronin. Too soft.”

Shaking his head, he decided to push the thoughts aside. There was work to do, after all. His garage was already buzzing by the time he headed out, and he quickly threw himself into fixing up bikes and cars, his usual clientele trickling in.

For the first couple of hours, he let his mind go blank, focusing only on the familiar rhythm of the tools in his hands. But as time went on, a different kind of restlessness crept in. Every time a customer walked through the door, he’d scan them, sizing them up, seeing if there was something interesting about them. Someone who deserved to end up on the wrong end of his crowbar.

Unfortunately, the day was as dull as they came. No one stood out—not even the cocky guy with a busted muffler who tried to haggle the price down.

Ronin sighed as he wiped the grease from his hands, watching the man leave. “Boring,” he muttered under his breath. “Pathetic. You’re all safe today, losers.”

After a few moments of silence, Ronin’s phone buzzed. His face lit up with a smirk as he saw the notification—his server chat, where he and his lovely crew always kept things lively. He opened it, and the first thing he saw was Luca’s message.

Luca (username: Luca): "So, how's your dear Angel from the sky?

Ronin rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the slight chuckle that escaped him. Luca never changed.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Pathetic, Well, your opinion doesn’t matter, now does it?"

Feli (username: Felicite): "I hope they're fine? "

Ronin scrolled down, his phone lighting up with Angel's message right after.

Angel (username: Angelicc): "Hey, where’s Y/N? I thought you two were together today?"

Ronin paused for a moment, thinking about how to answer. He didn’t want to mention anything about you leaving; he didn’t want them to see that as a crack in the perfect image he liked to keep up. Not yet.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "They left. Said something about seeing something online. You know how they get."

Misaki responded almost immediately, and Ronin’s lips curled up into a smirk as he read her message.

Misaki (username: Hitmeupp): "Better not be some man/woman thing. You know Y/N’s too innocent for that, right? Can barely handle an app without getting confused."

Ronin snorted in amusement, knowing it was true. You were still getting the hang of apps, and there were so many times he’d had to explain things to you in the past. But he loved that about you, how... innocent you still were in that regard. He felt protective, even though he didn’t always show it.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "You’re giving them too much credit. They’re too dumb to even deal with that. They’re clueless about half the apps on their phone. But sure, let’s pretend it’s some big mystery."

Misaki shot back quickly.

Misaki (username: Hitmeupp): "Not really dumb. Pretty cute, actually. Wouldn’t you agree, Ronin?"

Ronin rolled his eyes. Misaki never could resist teasing him.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Yeah, they’re cute. That’s about it, though."

The messages from the server continued to pour in as he scrolled, his attention flicking between his phone and the work he had to finish. That’s when V’s message appeared in his inbox.

V (username: K9): Why do you sound so gloomy? Everything alright, Ronin?

Ronin’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he stared at the message, unsure if he should respond. V had always been quiet, and his sudden concern felt out of place. Why would V care?

He typed back quickly, trying to brush it off.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Yeah, I’m fine. Just dealing with some shit, nothing new. No need to worry about it."

But V didn’t let it go. Instead, he sent a follow-up message that immediately caught Ronin off guard.

V (username: K9): Seriously, though. You ever thought about what Misaki said? About Y/N?

Ronin stopped in his tracks, staring at the screen. What the hell did Misaki say? He hadn’t even processed it fully. Was V really pulling this line of questioning?

He smirked, typing his reply with his usual post-ironic attitude.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Since when did my angel start caring about Y/N?"

V (username: K9): It’s not about that. Just wondering if you’ve really thought about it. You’re kind of in deep with them, huh?

Ronin couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. He quickly typed out his response, brushing it off as he always did.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "No, I haven’t thought about it. Even if it’s true, I don’t care. Doesn’t change anything. Just a person, right?"

There was a brief silence on V’s end, but before Ronin could move on, Misaki’s message came flooding in.

Misaki (username: Hitmeupp): "Even if you think so, Ronin, you’re way too defensive. And don’t get me started on how cute Y/N is. No one else would look at them like you do, and you know it!"

Ronin’s smirk twisted into something more genuine. He didn’t mind their teasing—it was part of the game. But Misaki was right about one thing: you were special. He just didn’t have the words to explain it. Hell, even he didn’t fully get it.

He paused for a second, fingers hovering over the keyboard again. Then, with a shrug, he typed.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Alright, alright, sure. But you all know what I’m about. Y/N can be anyone. They’re not the only one in my world."

There was a brief pause before Luca decided to chime in.

Luca (username: Luca): "Is that the case? Because I’m not so sure, man. I think you’re just mad because they left to go check something out. Don’t tell me it’s all part of some big plan to be ‘post-ironic’ again."

Misaki, though, immediately defended you, even if they hadn’t met you in person.

Misaki (username: Hitmeupp): "Don’t be an asshole, Luca. You know nothing about Y/N. You don’t get to say shit. Even if I haven’t met them, I can tell that Ronin wouldn’t be the way he is if they weren’t worth it."

The chat immediately went quiet after that, all eyes seemingly on Ronin to respond.

Ronin just sat there, his phone in his hand, considering his words carefully. Did they really think he didn’t know? But you weren’t anyone else. You weren’t just a game like the others. You were his own twisted, confusing connection—and that was something no one in this chat could ever truly understand. He finally typed.

Ronin (username: Goreboy): "Yeah, maybe you’re right. Whatever, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it. We’re good."

And with that, he leaned back, the phone buzzing with more messages from the others, but his mind was elsewhere. Even if he acted like he didn’t care—hell, even if he convinced himself he didn’t—there was something different about you, something that made him want to keep this mess going. And for the first time in a while, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing… or the worst thing to ever happen to him.

The air in the mall buzzed with a mix of soft music and distant chatter. You hadn’t expected to spend the day shopping, but something inside you knew you needed to find the perfect gift for Ronin. The kind of gift that wasn’t just about the usual routine, but something that spoke of your own emotions—something personal. It felt strange, this need to get him something that would signify the bond between you two, but you couldn’t shake the thought. After all, he was unpredictable, dark, and elusive in a way that made you want to prove your place in his chaotic world.

You walked into the store, the doors chiming softly as you entered. It was a gothic-themed boutique, filled with black velvet, chains, silver jewelry, and intricate designs that seemed to speak to a part of you that mirrored Ronin's own twisted love for all things dark and bizarre. A shopkeeper, a young woman in her mid-20s with sharp eyeliner and a soft, almost mischievous smile, greeted you immediately.

"Hello there! You’ve come to the right place," she said brightly, clasping her hands together. "We’ve got all sorts of goth accessories. Are you looking for something special today?" She leaned in closer, her excitement almost contagious.

You hesitated, but her enthusiasm made you smile. "I’m looking for something for someone," you replied, trying not to give away too much. "Maybe something… meaningful?"

"Oh, I love that," she gushed, nodding enthusiastically. "We have so many things that could symbolize, like, special connections!" She started leading you to the display, her eyes practically gleaming with the knowledge of all the dark, romantic pieces the store had.

The first thing she showed you was a set of chokers, each one adorned with gothic symbols and sharp, silver spikes. There was a particularly striking one that had Devil May God Forgive You engraved on it in intricate cursive. The leather strap seemed almost too harsh, too forward. You almost smiled, wondering if Ronin would appreciate it—or if he’d mock you for it.

"That one’s a classic," the girl said, catching your eye. "But maybe you want something a bit more, uh, subtle? We’ve got the sorry Christ one, if you’re feeling more... repentant." She winked at you as she pulled a smooth, black velvet choker from the shelf, adorned with a small silver cross, almost like a twisted apology.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head. "Maybe not that one." The thought of Ronin wearing something like that made you feel both embarrassed and amused.

She didn’t seem deterred and moved on to the next set, showing you a row of necklaces with heavy silver chains, pendants shaped like daggers, skulls, and moons, each one glinting under the soft lighting of the shop. But nothing seemed right.

You continued browsing, feeling the weight of several bags already hanging from your arms. You had picked up a few things along the way—nothing for Ronin, but a few trinkets that spoke to your own taste, like a black mesh top that would look stunning on you and some more accessories for yourself. As you walked past rows of velvet jackets, platform boots, and studded gloves, your eyes landed on a small glass case in the back.

Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was a set of earrings—one pair stood out above the rest. They were elegant, simple, but undeniably gothic. Two ruby stones set in dark silver, their deep red hues striking against the cool tones of the metal. The moment your eyes fell on them, you felt a tug in your chest. That’s it.

The shopkeeper, noticing your gaze, practically floated over to you. "Ah, I see you’ve found them! Those are our best sellers." She gave you a knowing look. "Ruby stones symbolize pure love and passion, you know. I think that’s exactly what you’re looking for, right? Something that shows just how deep that connection is." She smiled sweetly, her voice softer now, almost as if she were reading you.

You blinked, a little startled by her insight. "Yeah, I think so," you replied, reaching for the case. The cool metal of the earrings felt smooth between your fingers, and you could almost feel them calling to you.

"Those are beautiful," the girl said, eyes sparkling with excitement. "And trust me, the stones are very meaningful. It’s like a declaration of something deep, something eternal. I think your person will absolutely love them." She grinned at you, her smile wide and warm, but her eyes seemed to be probing a little more than necessary, reading the situation in a way you couldn’t fully place.

"I’ll take them," you said quickly, not wanting to waste another second.

"Perfect choice!" she replied, practically bouncing as she wrapped the earrings carefully in black tissue paper, placing them into a sleek, black gift bag with a silver ribbon.

You grinned at her, almost feeling the weight of the gift in your hand before it was even given. There was something about the way she treated you like a kindred spirit that made the whole experience feel oddly... intimate.

After she handed you the bag, you spent the next few moments gathering the other bags you had collected during your impromptu shopping spree. But your attention kept flickering back to the earrings, the symbolism of the ruby stones, and how Ronin would react. It felt almost like you were giving him a piece of your own heart, a little piece of something that, no matter how dark, still burned with passion and meaning.

Once you had everything packed, you gave the shopkeeper a smile, and she waved goodbye with a kindhearted "Good luck!"

You wandered deeper into the mall, the weight of your shopping bags growing heavier with each store you visited. The bags clinked softly with various treasures you’d collected—everything from clothes with edgy prints to accessories that screamed emo-geek chic. Mesh tops, studded belts, and fingerless gloves found their way into your collection, along with some black denim and a hoodie that looked like it belonged in a gothic fairytale.

Every piece you picked out reminded you of Ronin in some way, as though each item was a part of a puzzle that would make him smirk or—if you were lucky—maybe even smile.

Then, you stumbled upon a quaint, old-fashioned sewing-on-the-spot shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the mall. The sign was hand-painted, the letters slightly faded, and the interior smelled faintly of lavender and aged thread. Curious, you stepped inside, the bell above the door jingling softly.

Behind the counter, an older woman with sharp eyes and nimble fingers sat, stitching something intricate onto a fabric square. Her gaze flickered up at you, assessing, before she offered a small nod of approval.

"Well, well," she said, her voice raspy but kind. "Haven’t seen one of your kind here in a while. What can I do for you, youngster?"

You hesitated, looking around the shop. "I was wondering... could you help me make something? A, um, beanie?" Your voice wavered slightly, but the old woman raised an eyebrow and set down her needle.

"Beanie, eh? What kind of beanie are we talking about? Don’t tell me it’s one of those devilish ones," she said, half-joking, though her tone carried a touch of judgment.

You blushed, feeling heat creep up your neck. "Actually, yes," you admitted sheepishly, your fingers fidgeting with the strap of one of your bags. "With little horns, maybe?"

The woman let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Kids these days," she muttered, but there was no malice in her voice. She motioned for you to come closer. "All right, let’s see what we can do. Pick a fabric."

You chose a soft, black material, perfect for a cozy yet rebellious look. As the woman worked, she couldn’t resist making little comments.

"Back in my day, we didn’t need to wear things with horns to stand out," she said, her hands moving expertly as she sewed. "Just a good attitude and a strong heart. Not like these flimsy trends now."

You couldn’t help but smile nervously, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess things are different now." You hesitated before adding, "It’s actually for my... boyfriend." The word felt strange on your tongue, almost foreign, but at the same time, it warmed your chest. Boyfriend. Was that what Ronin was?

The old woman paused for a moment, looking at you with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Boyfriend, huh?" she echoed, her voice teasing. "Well, aren’t you the sweetest? Making something by hand, no less. That’s rare these days. He better appreciate it."

You blushed harder, feeling the weight of her words. The thought of giving Ronin the beanie, seeing him wear it, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "I hope he likes it," you said softly, your fingers brushing against the edge of the counter.

As the woman finished sewing, your ring finger caught on a stray needle, and you winced as a sharp sting jolted through your hand. A single drop of blood welled up on the tip of your finger. The pain was fleeting, but the odd thing was the spot it hit—right where a ring might go.

"Careful," the woman scolded gently, handing you a tissue. "Don’t want to ruin that pretty finger of yours."

You nodded, murmuring a quiet thanks as you dabbed at the small wound. For a moment, you stared at your finger, an odd ache blooming in your chest. It was as if the sting wasn’t just physical. Maybe it was the weight of all these emotions, or the fact that you were human now, no longer the celestial being you once were. It felt heavy, strange, but also... right.

"All done," the woman said, holding up the finished beanie. It was perfect—soft, black, with two small devil horns stitched on top. You smiled, your heart swelling with pride and gratitude.

"Thank you," you said, taking the beanie and carefully placing it in one of your bags.

Your next stop was the hardware store. The clean, metallic smell of tools and equipment greeted you as you stepped inside. You immediately made a beeline for the mechanics section, knowing exactly what you were looking for.

You grabbed a brand-new set of tools—everything from wrenches to screwdrivers—then spotted something that made you pause: a crowbar. It was sleek, black, and looked like it was practically made for Ronin.

He’d love this, you thought, picking it up. As you turned it over in your hands, you couldn’t help but imagine him holding it, smirking that cocky grin of his as he teased you about your thoughtfulness.

By the time you left the store, your arms were weighed down with even more bags, but your heart felt light. Between the beanie, the earrings, and now the tools and crowbar, you felt like you were putting together pieces of a puzzle that only Ronin would fully understand.

You entered the cake shop, the sweet, sugary scent of fresh-baked goods wafting through the air and immediately making your stomach growl. The shop was warm and inviting, with a cozy little kitchen at the back where customers could make cakes from scratch on the spot. It had a rustic charm, with wooden counters and old-fashioned decorations that made it feel like a place where magic could happen—where you could create something special with your own hands.

As you approached the counter, one of the ladies behind it looked up and smiled warmly at you. "Oh, how cute! You're going to make a cake? And for your boyfriend, you say?" Her voice was sweet and almost teasing, but there was genuine warmth in her eyes as she looked at you.

"Yeah... it's his birthday tomorrow," you replied softly, feeling a blush creep up your neck. It felt a little strange saying it out loud, but the words "my boyfriend" felt more real every time you said them. You smiled at the thought of Ronin, his dark eyes, his sarcastic smirk... and that weird, almost tender side of him that you knew was there.

"Well, aren't you sweet? A special cake for a special guy. What are you making?" she asked, clearly eager to see your creation.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. "I think... an apple crumble cake. I found a recipe from someone... she’s really good at baking. It’s a surprise."

The lady's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Apple crumble cake, huh? That sounds delicious! Well, we'll make sure you do a fantastic job. Just follow the steps and take your time."

You nodded, feeling reassured. This was your chance to make something perfect for Ronin. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him enjoying something you made just for him.

With a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeves and began.

Apple Crumble Cake Recipe Steps:

1. Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). You carefully adjusted the oven, feeling a slight excitement building in your chest. It was the first step to making the cake come to life.

2. Prepare the crumble topping. You took a bowl and combined the dry ingredients for the crumble. You mixed together 1 cup of flour, 1/2 cup of sugar, and 1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon. Then you added 1/2 cup of cold butter, cutting it into chunks before using your fingers to rub the butter into the dry ingredients until it formed a crumbly texture. The buttery scent filled the air, making your mouth water in anticipation.

"Looking good!" the lady behind the counter said, noticing your progress. "You're doing great!"

You smiled shyly and continued, feeling a little more confident. You set the crumble aside, ready for the next step.

3. Prepare the apple filling. Next, you peeled and sliced 3 medium apples, cutting them into thin pieces. You sprinkled 1 tablespoon of sugar and a pinch of cinnamon over them, tossing them together in a bowl to coat the apples evenly. The sweet aroma of the apples mixed with the cinnamon made you feel cozy, almost nostalgic.

4. Mix the cake batter. In another bowl, you combined 1 1/2 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking powder, and a pinch of salt. In a separate bowl, you whisked 1/2 cup of sugar and 1/4 cup of softened butter until creamy. You added in 2 eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Then, you alternated adding the dry ingredients and 1/2 cup of milk, mixing until the batter was smooth and thick.

5. Assemble the cake. You greased the cake pan and poured the batter into the bottom, smoothing it out evenly. Then, you carefully arranged the apple slices on top, creating a beautiful layer of apples. Finally, you sprinkled the crumble mixture over the apples, making sure every bit of the cake had a sweet, crunchy topping.

"You've got this!" the lady cheered as you placed the pan in the oven. "Just bake it for about 45 minutes, or until the top is golden and the cake is cooked through."

You set the timer, your excitement building as you imagined Ronin's reaction. The cake was still baking, but you could already picture him, leaning against the counter, that smirk tugging at his lips as he took the first bite.

As the cake baked, the sweet smell of apples and cinnamon filled the shop, making your stomach rumble again. The lady at the counter was busy helping other customers, but she occasionally glanced over at you, giving you encouraging smiles.

When the timer finally went off, you carefully pulled the apple crumble cake from the oven. The golden topping and the caramelized apples glistened in the soft light of the bakery, and you couldn't help but feel proud. It looked perfect—just like the surprise you wanted to give Ronin.

"Wow, that looks amazing!" one of the other ladies exclaimed as she came over to inspect. "You're a natural!"

You blushed, feeling shy again. "I hope he likes it."

They all gathered around, admiring the cake with smiles, their eyes twinkling with warmth. "He’s going to love it," the first lady said, "and it’s so sweet of you to make it for him yourself."

You grinned, feeling a wave of happiness wash over you. Despite all the nerves and the uncertainty about Ronin's feelings, you knew one thing for sure: this cake, this surprise, was your way of showing him just how much you cared.

"Thank you so much for your help," you said, handing over the empty bowls and utensils. "This really means a lot to me."

"No problem at all, sweetie!" the lady said, her voice full of affection. "You come back anytime if you need any more help."

With a cake box in hand, filled with your creation, you left the shop, feeling more confident than ever. You had the perfect gift for Ronin, and you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to see his reaction.

It was going to be a birthday he would never forget.

You were struggling to carry all the bags, your hands full of everything from gothic jewelry to new mechanics equipment and the ingredients for the cake you’d just made. The weight of it all made your arms ache, and you couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed as you tried to juggle everything. You were so focused on keeping everything from falling that you didn’t hear your phone ring at first.

When you finally glanced at the screen, you saw Angel’s name flashing in bold letters.

"Hey," you answered, trying to sound casual as you shifted the bags in your arms, feeling your fingers beginning to cramp. "What's up?"

"How are you?" Angel’s voice came through, light and cheerful, but there was a slight teasing undertone. "Seems like you left Ronin’s early this morning, huh?"

You bit your lip, trying to focus on walking straight without tripping over your own feet. "Yeah, just bought stuff... a lot of stuff," you said, a sigh slipping from your lips. "I don’t even know how I’m gonna carry all this back."

Angel laughed lightly. "Sounds like you’ve been busy," she teased. "You know, if you want, I can get a taxi for you. Just send me your address, and I’ll make sure you’re all set."

You glanced around, the thought of navigating the rest of the trip home with all this in hand was making you more exhausted by the second. "It’s fine, really. I can manage," you said, though your voice had a slight tinge of defeat. It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate her offer, but you didn’t want to seem like you couldn’t handle it.

"Okay, but seriously, let me know if you change your mind. Don’t be stubborn," she replied with a chuckle, then her tone shifted slightly. "So, um… do you think it’s okay if the server keeps Ronin tomorrow for a while? I mean, just to give you some space, you know? It’s his birthday, and… well, I was thinking it might be nice if he gets a little time with the others."

You paused for a moment, contemplating her question. It was a small thing, but it was also a little strange to think about. "Yeah, that’s fine," you replied, your voice a little softer now. "Ronin’s not the type to care about stuff like that. He probably won’t even notice."

Angel’s voice was warm, a little teasing but understanding. "Well, I’m sure you’ll make up for it later," she said with a wink in her tone. "You’ve got all that cool stuff, right? And that cake—he’s gonna love it."

You smiled at the thought, the cake was a simple thing, but you were so proud of it. "I hope so," you replied. "I just... wanted to do something nice for him."

Angel's voice softened. "I know you do. And I think he’ll really appreciate it. But hey, if you’re ever overwhelmed, you know you can always reach out, okay? I’ve got your back."

"Thanks, Angel," you said quietly, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words. "I appreciate it."

you were walking, your thoughts still scattered between the bags, the cake, and tomorrow’s plans, you suddenly felt a jolt—someone bumped into you, knocking into your arms. The bags in your hands swayed dangerously, and for a second, you thought everything was going to fall, the cake included. You gasped, eyes wide as you fumbled, barely managing to catch everything in time.

“Woah, sorry,” a deep voice rumbled from behind you. You froze. That voice. You knew it all too well.

You slowly turned, looking up to find a man standing before you. His dark, piercing gaze met yours, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat in confusion and wariness. V.

He looked at you, his expression unreadable, before speaking in that familiar gravelly tone that always sent shivers down your spine, “I’ve seen you before, but I don’t think we’ve met.”

Your mind raced. V? The same V who hated Ronin? The one who had crossed paths with him multiple times, their rivalry simmering just beneath the surface, full of unspoken tension? Your instinct told you to be cautious, to step back, but you tried to keep your composure.

“It must be a coincidence,” you muttered quickly, trying to brush past him. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. Ronin’s strange behavior, the looming sense of tension you’d been feeling—it was all enough without running into V at this exact moment.

But V’s next words stopped you in your tracks. “Stop,” he said, his voice low, almost commanding, like Batman on a bad day. There was a certain weight to it, something that made you freeze even though you didn’t want to.

His intense gaze stayed locked on you as he stepped forward, taking some of the bags from your hands. You hesitated, feeling a strange knot form in your stomach. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him—it was just… unsettling. The tension between him and Ronin was something you could never ignore. You didn’t want to get caught in the middle of whatever that was.

“You’re carrying a lot,” he said, his tone still dark, but strangely softer now. “Let me help you.”

For a moment, you considered refusing, but there was something about the way he said it, his presence overwhelming in that strange way, that made it difficult to refuse. Reluctantly, you handed over a few more bags. As he adjusted the weight, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he carried them, his strength almost unnerving. The silence between you both felt thick, oppressive.

You looked away, trying to dismiss the unsettling feeling growing inside you. "Thanks... I guess," you muttered, trying to move on. “I’ve got it from here.”

V didn’t say anything for a moment, but then his eyes flickered toward you, and you felt like he was seeing right through you. Something about the way he observed you made your skin crawl a little. It wasn’t malicious, exactly, but it felt like he was studying you—like there was something about you he was trying to figure out.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice softening just a little. “You look... a little off. I’ve seen that look before. You don’t have to hide it.”

You blinked, startled. “What look?” You hadn’t realized you’d been so transparent, but there was something about his presence, something in the air, that made you uneasy.

He seemed to smile, though it wasn’t one you could read. “It’s nothing.” He stepped back, giving you space as you adjusted the bags, your heart racing slightly. “But be careful. Not everyone is who they seem to be.” His voice had taken on a warning tone now.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you nodded, unsure of what to say. Was he warning you about Ronin? Was he talking about the things that had been on your mind all day?

“Thanks for helping,” you said, your voice uncertain but polite as you tried to turn away, ready to get back to your task and leave this strange encounter behind you.

V didn’t follow you, but his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than you’d expected. You walked away quickly, feeling that unsettling gaze on your back, and for a moment, you thought you could still feel it—the weight of someone’s eyes, watching, tracking you.

It was almost as if it reminded you of Ronin, of how he would sometimes seem to observe you while you slept, even though you knew he was just close, close enough to keep you safe in his twisted way.

But you shook that thought away. That was probably just your mind playing tricks on you, wasn’t it? Ronin wouldn’t do anything weird. Right?

You fumbled with the bags, feeling the weight of them pulling on your arms as you approached the house. The familiar sight of Ronin's garage was there, quiet and dim. But as you approached the front door, something caught your attention—there was an unusual silence. The door was locked. You frowned, pulling out your keys, only to realize you had forgotten them inside.

A brief pang of frustration hit, but you dismissed it quickly. No big deal, you could sneak in through the basement. The back door wasn’t locked, after all.

You shuffled toward the side, carefully placing the bags down so they wouldn’t spill open, the cake still nestled in its box, precariously balanced between them. It wasn’t easy carrying all this, but the thought of making Ronin happy, especially with his birthday right around the corner, kept you motivated.

You crouched and entered through the basement door, the cool air immediately wrapping around you like a cloak. It was a little darker down here than you expected, but you didn’t mind; you were used to the shadows. The basement felt like a safe haven to you, hidden from the rest of the world.

But as you moved deeper into the cluttered space, your foot caught on something. Tires. They were placed in a rough pattern, almost like they were meant to trip someone up. Before you could stop yourself, your foot slipped, and you stumbled forward, bags flying out of your grip.

The cake box hit the ground with a dull thud. You gasped, feeling the tears rise at the thought of the cake being ruined, all your hard work for nothing. You quickly knelt, fumbling to check on the condition of the cake. You hadn't realized the position it had fallen into yet, but you couldn't think about that too much. You needed to make sure it was still in one piece.

"Dear Maria!" you muttered under your breath, but before you could stand up, a pair of hands wrapped around your neck from behind, fingers tightening in an almost suffocating grip. Your breath hitched, panic flooding you instantly. You didn’t have to see who it was to know. You’d felt his presence before.

Ronin Beaufort.

“Where the hell were you?” His voice was low, demanding, the usual mix of frustration and something darker. “What were you doing with V?”

You froze, the air squeezing from your lungs. You hadn’t expected him to catch you here, not like this. You felt your heart race, and your thoughts scrambled, trying to find the right words. You hadn’t even known V was following you, or why he was even there. “I—I don’t know,” you stammered, the words tumbling out. “It’s nothing. I didn’t even know it was V until I saw him in person. He just bumped into me. I swear, I didn’t do anything.”

Ronin’s grip tightened for a second, as if to gauge the sincerity of your words. The tension in the air between you both was suffocating, his presence so overpowering it was almost like he could feel every little movement you made.

But then, just as quickly as he’d grabbed you, his fingers loosened, and he pulled away. You gasped for air, blinking rapidly, the relief short-lived as you tried to make sense of what just happened.

Ronin stared at you for a moment longer, his eyes unreadable, before he spoke again. “Sit.” His voice was flat, but the command still rang in your ears. “Sit in the chair.”

You glanced up, your eyes still a little wide from the shock. The chair in the corner was always a spot he used for moments like this, though you didn’t exactly know what to expect. You hesitated for a second, then slowly shuffled toward it, feeling like a puppet on strings, your body moving of its own accord.

You lowered yourself onto the chair, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you. The bags were scattered, and the cake—it had fallen. You didn’t dare to look at it fully yet, too scared of what you might find.

Ronin didn’t sit; instead, he remained standing, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes flickered toward the box that had once held the cake. “What the hell is going on with you?” he asked again, his voice softer, but no less piercing. "You’ve been acting weird."

You felt your stomach twist at his question, not sure how to answer. You wanted to explain that it was just a moment of panic, a slip of the mind, but the truth was, the feeling had been building for a while now—this strange tension, this overwhelming sense that you weren’t sure of anything anymore. You didn’t know how to explain that to him, or if he would even understand.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I... I’m fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. But deep down, you weren’t sure if you were lying to him or to yourself.

Ronin stood there, arms crossed, his usual detached expression masking whatever turmoil was swirling beneath the surface. The basement was dim, and the faint light from the overhead bulb cast harsh shadows across his features. His posture was slack, but his eyes—his eyes were sharp, always watching, always searching for the tiniest crack to slip his hand into.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of your apology settle in your chest. The tension between you both felt like a thick fog, pressing down on everything you wanted to say, but you forced yourself to speak through it.

"Ronin… I’m sorry for what happened the other day. Brushing you off like that… I know it was wrong. But there was a reason behind everything. It might sound like an excuse, but… will you listen?"

He raised an eyebrow, the typical edge in his voice softening, if only slightly. His usual demeanor was more guarded, but you saw a flicker of curiosity beneath the hardness. Still, his reply came with a bite.

"What is it, darlin’? Better not be some bullshit reason. I won’t forgive you if it’s bullshit."

Your heart pounded. You could almost feel the weight of his eyes, scrutinizing you, as if he could see through every single hesitation. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Tomorrow’s your birthday, right?"

His gaze hardened instantly, but the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. You could feel the weight of his surprise hanging in the air. It was the first time in a while you had seen him at a loss for words, and for a moment, you thought he might break that post-ironic façade of his.

You continued, not letting the sudden shift in his expression distract you. "That’s why I wanted to celebrate. So I’ve been preparing this whole time. I was talking to Angel, looking through shops that could maybe help with the cake… I was debating what would make for a good present. I… I really wanted it to be a surprise."

He was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched, as though he was running over your words, trying to understand the meaning behind them. His eyes softened just a fraction, and for a moment, you thought maybe you were getting through to him. But then, his voice cut through the silence—laced with confusion and that familiar edge of sarcasm.

"Then why didn’t you tell me?" His tone held an odd mix of frustration and disbelief, as though the concept of you keeping something from him didn’t quite sit right. "What the hell do you mean 'you wanted to surprise me'? You didn’t think I’d want to know?"

You bit your lip, guilt gnawing at you. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise, so I figured it would be better if you didn’t know," you admitted quietly. "I’m sorry."

He let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. "God," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his face with his hand. "So you’re saying because of that, I got the wrong idea and got mad without a reason? Shit… I was completely thrown by Misaki's stupidity." The confession seemed to deflate him a little. His usual bitterness faded as he took a step back, arms uncrossing as if some of the tension in his body was finally being released. You didn’t know what to say at first, but you knew you had to push through it.

"I truly am sorry," you murmured, glancing up at him through your lashes.

Ronin smirked, though it wasn’t one of his usual mocking grins. "By the way, don’t you see? I’m your average pretty anti-Christ devil Family friendly serial killer, you know?" He said it with the same post-ironic tone he always used, knowing full well how ridiculous it sounded, but that was exactly why he said it. For the rise it would get from you. "Did you really think I’d celebrate every single birthday still?" You blinked, feeling a pang of discomfort at the sharpness of his words. Still, you couldn’t help but feel the underlying vulnerability in the way he said it, like he was testing you, poking at the idea to see how you'd react.

"No," you replied softly, your voice just above a whisper. "Even if you are one… even if you are someone else, it’s still your birthday. And I… I think it’s important." You hesitated for a moment, your fingers twitching slightly. "It’s the day you were born into this world, after all. I’m happy to be with you. That’s what matters to me."

His eyes flicked to you, their depth now unreadable. The room was silent for a few moments, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge in the corner. For a split second, you thought maybe he would brush it all off, that usual detachment settling back in.

But then, a small, almost imperceptible shift happened. Ronin’s eyes softened, the sarcastic edge fading. "Don’t go acting all sweet on me, alright?" he muttered, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell if it was admiration or something darker, but you saw a trace of something real in his words. His expression didn’t soften entirely, but you could feel the walls he’d put up around himself, crumbling just a little.

Ronin’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. The tension in the air shifted, becoming thick with something unspoken as his eyes drifted down to your hand, where your ring finger had a faint bruise from earlier.

Without saying a word, Ronin reached out, his fingers brushing against your skin as he gently held your hand. You blinked in surprise, not expecting him to do anything about the injury, but when he leaned down and pressed a soft, almost hesitant kiss to the spot where you’d hurt yourself, a shiver ran up your spine.

“What…?” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, heart fluttering at his sudden gentleness.

He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he gently licked the spot where the wound had been, as if trying to soothe it, his eyes never leaving yours. The act was unexpected, but his usual edge of sarcasm was replaced by something almost tender.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Put a small bandage on it. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”

You hesitated, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin. "It’s a small wound," you said, trying to downplay it, but his gaze hardened slightly as he pulled back.

“Shut up,” Ronin snapped, though his words were softer than usual. There was no malice in them, just a kind of raw affection that he wasn’t quite ready to admit. He then let out a small sigh, his lips curving into a smile that was rare but real. “You’re lucky I’m even treating you like this, darling.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his gruffness, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. “Okay…” you replied innocently, your voice almost teasing despite the situation.

Just as you were about to say something else, a loud alarm suddenly blared from your phone. The sound sliced through the moment, making you jump in surprise. You glanced at the screen, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the notification.

Midnight Bell. It’s his birthday.

You froze for a moment, eyes wide in realization. Your breath caught in your throat, and a burst of excitement rushed through you. It was finally his birthday. The moment you had been preparing for had arrived.

Ronin, for once, didn’t seem irritated by the sound. Instead, his eyes darkened slightly, as if he had been expecting this moment too. “Well, well,” he said, his voice low, a dangerous smirk curling at the edges of his lips. “It’s about time, huh?”

"Ah… the midnight bell…" you muttered, your hands trembling slightly as you glanced at the time.

Ronin's voice was a drawl, almost bored as he stared at you, but you could hear the subtle amusement beneath it. “...The date changed.”

You laughed nervously, fumbling for words. “It’s your birthday! Congratulations, Ronin!"

"Yeah..." he replied, voice quiet, almost indifferent, but you could see a faint smile tugging at his lips. The sort of smile that made your heart skip a beat, despite yourself.

Your thoughts quickly turned to the cake. Present? You thought. Oh no... I forgot the cake... The panic surged within you as you realized what you’d done. “Aahーー!!”

Ronin’s eyebrows raised slightly at your sudden outburst. " What’s your problem!? Suddenly shouting like that..."

You tried to steady your breath. "The cake... I forgot I dropped it..."

Ronin's gaze shifted to the side where the box lay carelessly on the counter. "Cake? ... could it be that box laying over there...?"

You winced. "Y-Yeah... When I tried to come sneakily but you.. I accidentally..."

"God..." he muttered, shaking his head but not with anger, more like exasperation. It was almost endearing in a twisted way.

You lowered your head, feeling embarrassed. "S-Sorry!!"

Ronin gave you a look that could’ve been a warning, but then his lips curled into a smirk. "Pfft! You're making a funny face. ...There we go."

He effortlessly walked over to the box, picking it up with a casual motion. You couldn’t help but watch him. The cake had obviously been ruined by the fall—cream spilling out from the sides, a far cry from the masterpiece you’d envisioned—but Ronin seemed unfazed.

He tilted the box toward his face, his gaze flicking between you and the cake. The squirt of cream against his finger was almost… intimate. He tasted it with a smirk, licking the finger clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Well... it’s a little ruined, but it’s not bad, you know?" Ronin said, his voice dark and laced with amusement.

You stood there, unsure how to respond, staring at the disaster of a cake. "I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to..."

He leaned in, his expression sharpening into something more dangerous, more teasing. "Tch. Don’t apologize so much. It’s not the end of the world, darling. But now..."

The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional chuckle that escaped Ronin’s lips as he leaned back against the headboard. The cake—though squashed and imperfect—lay between you both, a symbol of the night’s chaotic charm. You’d tried to make everything perfect, but it seemed you were always a step behind with Ronin, always stumbling, always flustered.

It was his birthday now, and you still couldn’t shake off the worry that you hadn’t quite done enough.

You sat across from him, hands shaking slightly as you tried to prepare the cake. "Ah... Well, here it is," you said, the corners of your mouth curling up nervously as you presented the nearly ruined cake. "I—I’m sorry it’s not perfect..."

Ronin, with that same signature smirk of his, peered at the cake before his eyes flicked to you. "Tch, you’re making that face again. No need to apologize." He let out a chuckle, leaning over and inspecting the cake as if it were something strange he’d never encountered before. "It’s fine. I’m gonna eat this one."

You blinked, taken aback. "You will?"

"Why not? It’s your hard work, right?" Ronin teased, then grabbed the box from the table. "Let’s see what you made for me."

You tried to suppress your smile as he leaned back on the bed, unceremoniously digging into the cake, licking the spilled cream from his fingers with a casualness that both startled and excited you.

"See? Not so bad after all," he muttered, flicking his eyes toward you. His eyes softened a bit—just a bit. "Don’t sweat it."

You nodded, relieved, though there was still a sense of nervousness running through your veins. "Actually... I have a present for you, too," you murmured, feeling the rush of embarrassment flush your face. You hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable tonight, but Ronin had a way of making everything feel... amplified.

"A present?" Ronin arched a brow, his smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I’m listening."

You took a deep breath before reaching over and pulling out a small, carefully wrapped box. The ruby earrings inside glimmered softly under the dim light. "I... I noticed you always wear one in your right ear, so I thought this color would suit you."

Ronin’s gaze flicked over the gift, his expression unreadable at first. Then, with a brief chuckle, he responded, "Fitting for me... Hah. This gemstone’s bright red, just like your blood, after all."

You paused, stunned for a second. "W-What?"

He waved it off, his smirk never fading. "Kidding. It’s fine. The color... it’s fitting."

The words hit harder than you expected. "It’s passion," you added softly, your fingers brushing against the delicate box. "And pure love... something like that."

Ronin’s eyes softened, just a fraction, as he looked down at the earrings. "Passion, huh... Pure love..." He chuckled lightly, the sound soft but carrying that familiar edge. "Thanks."

You nodded, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest as the conversation shifted.

"Let’s just eat the cake already," Ronin muttered, clearly not in the mood for any more speeches. "I’ll probably regret this tomorrow, but tonight’s special."

You smiled as you picked up a fork, cutting a piece of the cake. "Alright, alright, let me just get you a piece."

As you handed him the piece of cake, Ronin leaned back and gave you an almost bored look, his eyes half-lidded. "Hmph. No offense, but eating it like this would be boring."

Your brow furrowed, confused for a second. "What do you mean?"

"Feed me," Ronin said, his voice almost mocking, though there was an unmistakable demand to it.

You blinked, your stomach flipping. "Eh!? No way!"

"Why not?" he said with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to look at you directly. "You’ve been going on about listening to me, right? Well, now it’s time to put that into action. Don’t make me repeat myself."

You felt heat flood your cheeks, but before you could protest further, Ronin was already leaning forward, cutting a fresh piece of the cake for you.

"Here," he said, holding the cake up to your lips. "Open up."

You blinked, feeling your heart race as you stared at the piece of cake hovering just in front of your mouth. It was absurdly intimate, and yet, in some twisted way, it felt... natural. You could already feel the edge of Ronin's gaze on you, and there was no escaping that look.

You sighed, giving in. "Fine," you murmured, opening your mouth just enough for him to feed you.

As you took the bite, your heart pounded even faster. Ronin’s eyes never left you, his smirk returning in full force as you chewed the cake slowly.

"Good, huh?" he teased, his voice low and almost dangerous.

You nodded quickly, trying to suppress the nerves threatening to spill over. "Y-Yeah. It’s good."

Ronin watched you for a moment, amused by your flustered state. "Now it’s your turn," he said, his eyes glinting. "Feed me."

Your eyes widened. "No way! That’s—"

"Do it," he growled, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "You said you’d listen, didn’t you?"

The command in his voice was unshakable, and despite your reluctance, you found yourself leaning forward, holding the cake between your fingers and lifting it to his lips.

"Alright, alright," you muttered, your face flushed with heat. "Ahn."

Ronin’s eyes gleamed as he leaned in, accepting the cake, his gaze sharp and possessive as he chewed slowly, savoring the moment. "There we go," he murmured. "Now we’re even."

You swallowed, trying to control your racing heart. It wasn’t the cake or even the birthday celebration anymore—it was something else entirely.

Ronin leaned back on the bed, wiping his mouth lazily with the back of his hand after finishing the last bite of the cake. A grin stretched across his face, almost too smug. "Heh. Is that all?" he teased, the tone in his voice making it clear he was enjoying every second of your flustered state.

You, however, had a different idea. Your smile widened with something darker, more playful. "Not quite," you said, standing up and brushing crumbs off your lap as you moved toward the door. "You see, I may have something else for you... something more... interesting."

Ronin’s eyebrows arched, clearly intrigued, though he didn’t rise from the bed just yet. "More?" he asked with a mix of amusement and suspicion.

You only gave him a sly grin before disappearing out the door, reappearing moments later with bags—bags upon bags, the weight of them evident as you dragged them behind you.

Ronin’s expression shifted. "What the hell is all this?" His voice held a note of both amusement and disbelief as you began pulling the bags one by one into the room. "You’ve got more of this stuff hidden in your basement?"

You nodded, smiling sweetly as you placed the first bag next to him. "Oh, there’s a lot more downstairs," you said casually. "I figured you’d like them."

Ronin’s eyes widened, his interest piqued. "A whole damn basement full of... what, presents?"

You shrugged, not bothering to give away all your secrets. "You can say that. I figured I should really get something special for you. You know, for all the things you’ve done."

Ronin just stared at you as you unloaded the contents of the first bag, his gaze narrowing as he saw the items in front of him. First, there was a beanie—black, perfectly styled, just like the one he always wore. He couldn’t help but smirk, though there was a slight confusion in his eyes.

"Nice," he muttered, running his fingers through it. "But, uh, I’m starting to wonder... how many damn bags do you have?"

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you continued pulling out more bags, each one filled with more extravagant, bizarre items: dark, emo clothes, studded jackets, chains, ripped jeans, and layers upon layers of black fabric that screamed both punk and chaos. Ronin looked at them, then back at you, eyes flicking with disbelief. "What... is all this?"

"And..." you said with a dramatic pause, pulling out something else, "your crowbar." You placed it next to him with a flourish, like it was the final piece of a grand display. "A new crowbar separately for your work, the one you’d want."

Ronin blinked, his gaze switching from the crowbar back to you. He was visibly taken aback, mouth slightly agape. "How the hell did you get all of this stuff, Y/N?"

You sat down beside him on the bed, your fingers lightly brushing against his as you gave him a sly, confident look. "Well... let’s just say I saved up all the tips you gave me."

His eyes widened further. "You—what? How long has this been going on?" He let out a low whistle, his disbelief turning into a mix of admiration and something close to shock. "I didn’t realize I was such a great tipper."

You shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Hey, it’s fine. ." You leaned forward, your voice lowering as you added, "It’s just... the least I could do."

Ronin’s expression softened, though there was a tinge of something else in his eyes—something like warmth mixed with the confusion of being overwhelmed by your unexpected generosity.

He looked down at the piles of presents in front of him, the crowbar, the clothes, the beanie, everything carefully picked out and perfectly fitting for his twisted sense of style. After a long pause, his voice finally came, gruff but sincere. "Thank you," he muttered, meeting your eyes. "This... this is a lot. I didn’t expect... all this."

You smiled, your hand resting gently in his as you gave a soft squeeze. "It’s nothing, really. You’ve given me so much... I just wanted to give back." Your voice softened as you added, "I’ll always find a way, even if it means saving every penny for months."

Ronin took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions welling up in him. He shook his head, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual smug facade. "You’re insane,"

Ronin smirked, leaning back against the counter as you nervously brought the slice of cake closer. His plum-colored hair framed his face, and those sharp eyes of his glinted mischievously as he leaned in.

Now, He wants to shut up!

"Good, just like that, transfer it to my mouth…" he murmured, voice dripping with playful mockery.

Your cheeks flamed as you complied, but before you could even think of pulling back, Ronin’s lips grazed the fork—and your fingers, on purpose, of course.

"Mmm… Nn…" he mused exaggeratedly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as you fidgeted.

"Ronin! Seriously—!" you protested, pulling your hand back.

He leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "What? You’re blushing like crazy, darling. Was it that good?" He chuckled darkly. "Gotta say though… it was delicious."

You turned your head, already flustered, but his gaze pinned you in place.

"Wait, darling," he said casually, his voice dropping. "You’ve got some cream stuck on your mouth. Sit still. I’ll get it for you."

Before you could react, his thumb brushed over your lips, but instead of wiping it away, Ronin leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness from your skin.

"Nn… Sweet," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Ronin! " you gasped, trying to squirm away, only for him to suddenly push you back against the counter.

"Ah—!"

"Damn…" he muttered, pinning you beneath him, his breath hot against your ear. "It’s your fault for moving, darling. You know better than to disobey me."

"Let me up—!" you stammered, your heartbeat thundering as he hovered over you.

"Not a chance." His voice was low and teasing, laced with a hint of danger. His eyes burned into yours, and his smirk widened. "Now that you’ve got me all riled up… how about I skip the cake and gobble you up instead, hmm?"

Before you could even muster a reply, he leaned in, sinking his teeth gently into the crook of your neck.

"Ah—!"

Ronin groaned softly against your skin, savoring every moment. "Damn, darling… The cake was good, but this…" He licked his lips as he pulled back slightly, his breath hitching. "Your sweetness puts that lovely apple crumble to shame."

You tried to catch your breath, your fingers gripping his arms weakly. "R-Ronin… the cake… your presents—"

He silenced you with a low chuckle, his face impossibly close. "I don’t care about the cake. And the gifts? Yeah, those are nice too, but they don’t compare to you, darling. You’re the best damn thing anyone could’ve given me."

"R-Ronin…"

He pressed another kiss to your neck, humming softly. "Never thought I’d give a damn about my birthday, but if this is what it’s like… I could get used to it."

You felt your resolve wavering, his words melting into you like honey. "T-Thank you for being born, Ronin…" you whispered. "I love you."

His movements stilled for a moment, his gaze locking with yours. "Say that again, I love you too." he demanded softly.

"I love you," you repeated, your voice trembling.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "Good." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss. "Now, darling…" His tone dropped dangerously. "Don’t think for a second I’ll ever let you leave my side. You’re mine. Forever. Got it?"

His hand clasped yours tightly as he murmured against your lips, "I’ll treasure you, darling—always."

Forever, indeed.

A dream, A shame, the last thing you remember is being.....hit by the same man, you found peace out.

Hey why..?

Was I that painful to you? Did I become boring to you?

Or Did you give me the peace I wanted..?

#ronin beaufort #ronin killer chat #ronin x reader #killer chat ronin #killer chat #killer chat x reader #killer chat ronin x reader #killer chat ronin x you #ronin beaufort x reader #kc ronin #visual novel #fanfic #killer chat angel #killer chat V #Misaki #Killer chat Misaki

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batshikns · 2 months ago

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RAHHHHHHHHHHH.

#guys. gIs.#what if. i made ocs. for every main killer chat route.#i first give you Rem. the Ronin route guy <<<<333334 #total loser but smart at what he does.#think of him like a possum.#(rem is short for remora. yk the fish that likes to eat parasites and guck off of sharks?#i may explain my reasoning for naming all my mc ocs after remoras in a different post... anD ITS NOOOT #JUST BECAUSE I LIKE SHARKS. OKAY. AND THAT I ASSAIGNED EVERY KC! CHARACTER A SHARK.#it may be. a reason. but noooot hust because i swear 😣😣😣)#killer chat!#killer chat #ronin killer chat #ronin beaufort #angel killer chat #v killer chat #misaki killer chat #mc oc #oc #idk if i should tag this as oc x canon 😭#ig it is??#oc x canon #just in case 🫡#my art #next up: draw luca and feli cause me and my boyfriend need more than just their icons to match pfps with 😭😭

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lifeisarunwaysostrut · 4 months ago

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#fashion #style #fashion icon #taylor swift #tay tay #taylornation #tayvis #kc chiefs #travis kelce #chiefs kingdom #Chiefs v. Ravens

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elysiaheaven · 2 months ago

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KC band au where reader is someone they chose from an audition to be a drummer kek…

ANGEL-GOTHIC! KILLER CHAT X READER! BAND AU!

Band AU Character Introductions: Angelgothic

Ronin (Electric Guitarist, Main Member): he/him Now playing!-"Ghost Rule"

"Rolling Girl" Lost One’s Weeping" Unhappy Refrain" Tokyo Teddy Bear" "Blessing"

Ronin stands tall at 6'1" with a devil-may-care attitude that could rival any rock star stereotype. His plum-colored hair peeks out from beneath his worn black beanie, and he’s almost always clad in dark clothes that lean heavily into an alternative, punk-goth aesthetic. Tattoos peek out from the sleeves of his ripped shirts, telling stories no one dares ask about. Known for being post-ironic, Ronin oozes confidence and sarcasm, loving to toy with people’s expectations. He has an intimidating, haunting presence that lingers even after he leaves the room. Despite his rough exterior, there’s something enigmatic about him that keeps people guessing—and intrigued.

Specialty: Wicked guitar solos that leave the audience breathless. Personality Highlight: Snarky and complex, hides deeper traumas under layers of wit and punk. Fixing is different from healing!

Angel (Lead Singer): she/her Now playing! "World is Mine"

"Tell Your World" – "Melt" ."Miracle Paint" – Not Allowed" (ダメダメよ) "Starduster" World's End Dancehall

Angel is the heart and soul of the band, known for her magnetic stage presence and a voice that can switch from angelic to ferocious in seconds. She has blonde, hair and wears outfits that are a blend of edgy and ethereal, playing into her stage name. Her optimism and warmth make her the glue that keeps the band from falling apart during tough times. Offstage, she’s the type who remembers birthdays, brings snacks to practice, and makes sure everyone feels like part of the team. But she has her moments of introspection, shadows that creep into her usually sunny demeanor. Specialty: Bringing raw emotion to every performance. Personality Highlight: Sweet with a strong backbone; can stand up to anyone when it matters. Misaki (Bass Guitarist): she/they! Now playing! Electric Angel

"Remote Control" "Ageage Again" "Nijigen Dream Fever" "Romeo and Cinderella" "Teo" by Omoi

Misaki is chaos personified, with short, choppy hair carrying an aura of wild energy. They’re nonbinary and switch between fashion styles effortlessly, sometimes punk, sometimes glam. Misaki has a sharp grin and a knack for stirring the pot, whether it’s with mischievous pranks or daring antics on stage. They keep practice sessions lively and are always the first to suggest taking a break for spontaneous dance-offs. However, behind their playful exterior is someone who fiercely protects those they care about. Specialty: Killer bass riffs that pulse with infectious energy. Personality Highlight: Jokester with an unyielding loyalty; wild but deeply caring. V (Pianist): he/him

Now playing!-"The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku

"The Thought to Relinquish" "Judgement of Corruption" by KEMU VOXX

"Senbonzakura" "Dark Woods Circus" "Two-Faced Lovers" "Kagerou Days"

V is the brooding genius of the group, with a cold exterior that hides a mind working a thousand miles an hour. Tall, with dark, neatly kept hair and sharp eyes, he exudes an air of mystery and meticulousness. He dresses in clean-cut, dark clothing, looking more like a classical pianist than a heavy metal musician—an image he subverts with hauntingly powerful keyboard solos. V is quiet and doesn’t give away much, choosing his words carefully and never indulging in small talk. His rivalry with Ronin is palpable, fueled by differing philosophies and a history they never talk about. Specialty: Complex and dramatic piano accompaniments that give the band a unique edge. Personality Highlight: Stoic and highly intelligent; has a deep, hidden care for his bandmates.

Other characters!

Vince (Manager): Vince is the brains behind the operation, a sharp-eyed man with a penchant for sharp suits. He’s dedicated, resourceful, and knows the industry inside out. Vince has a strong bond with the band, even though he often has to play the role of the exasperated parent. He believes in Angelgothic’s potential and pushes them hard to reach it, but he’s also the first one to show up with support when things go south. Specialty: Business acumen, organizing tours, and keeping the band in line. Personality Highlight: Strict but supportive; a true believer in the band’s potential. Ai Hua (Boss’s Wife & Band Caretaker): Ai Hua is a warm, motherly figure who makes sure the band is well-fed and looked after. Though she isn’t officially part of the crew, she’s a comforting presence at gigs and practices. With a love for music herself, she enjoys watching Angelgothic’s growth and often gives them pep talks before big performances. Specialty: Bringing stability and emotional support. Personality Highlight: Kind, nurturing, but with a hidden fire when it comes to defending those she cares about.

PLAYLIST! FOR THEM! "Magnet" (with Luka Megurine) "From Y to Y" "Cantarella" Luca and Feli Just fans and "friends" Luca x Feli now playing!

"Wave" by Lily "Sayonara Memories" by Supercell (feat. Hatsune Miku) "Blue Star" by Hatsune Miku "World is Mine" (Soft Version) "Meteor" by Hatsune Miku Main lover!-you! (Y/N) (Drummer): (Y/N) embodies resilience with a rebellious streak, decked out in an emo style that reflects the turmoil and drive inside them. They grew up under strict, judgmental eyes, enduring the suffocating expectations of a religious upbringing that clashed with their true self. Every beat they strike is a declaration of independence and defiance, heavy with the promise to prove themselves and silence those who doubted them. When they auditioned, (Y/N) brought an energy that shook the room and a confidence that masked their jagged edges. Specialty: Thunderous drumming that adds explosive energy to the band’s sound. Personality Highlight: Charismatic with hidden depths; driven by passion and a need to belong.

Now playing!?

"ODDS&ENDS"

"1/6 -out of the gravity-"

Ura-omote Lovers"

PoPiPo"

"Love is War"

This is part 1! Let me know if i should continue this!

You stood outside the worn-down building, heart pounding in your chest like a drum, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling within you. This was it—the moment you’d been waiting for. After countless auditions, you’d finally made it here to audition for a band, and not just any band, but one called Angelgothic. The name alone sent shivers down your spine, resonating with your desires for rebellion and expression.

You’ve always wanted to be part of a band. Ever since you were a kid, the beats and riffs of heavy metal resonated with you, making you feel alive in a world that felt hell-bent on crushing your spirit. Your parents, however, saw it as nothing but a phase—something associated with rebellion, with styles they deemed inappropriate and sinful. It didn’t matter to them that music was your refuge, your sanctuary. It was just another thing to add to their list of disappointments.

Growing up in a strict household, your parents had never understood your love for heavy metal, the powerful beats and raw lyrics that spoke to your soul. You’d spent your teenage years confined within the walls of a Christian school, where the teachers preached about righteousness while you sat in the back, doodling skulls and flowers in your notebook, dreaming of a life drenched in black leather and screaming guitars. They didn’t just push you away from music; they tried to erase who you were, constantly reminding you that your style was unacceptable, that your dreams were foolish. They wanted you to be perfect, but perfect wasn’t a cage, it was a prison, and you’d had enough.

Ever since you were a kid, your heart beat to the rhythm of heavy metal, drowning out the judgmental whispers of your parents and the cruel laughter of your peers. They never understood your passion for the dark and gritty side of life; to them, it was just a phase. But you were determined to break free from the shackles of their expectations. You wanted to prove them wrong.

Every night, you’d sneak into your room, blasting the music that made your soul sing—the harsh chords and thunderous drums calling to you. You longed to be part of a band, to unleash your frustrations on the drum kit, to feel the vibrations of the music pulsate through your veins. But life was shit. Your parents had made it clear: heavy metal was a sin. So you kept your dreams hidden, nurturing them in the shadows.

You had auditioned for countless bands, hoping to find a place to belong, only to be turned away time and time again. But then came the fateful day you heard about Angelgothic—a new band formed by talented individuals who had faced their own struggles. You felt a spark of hope ignite in your chest. This could be your chance.

You walked through the doors of the rehearsal space, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. You were about to meet the people you would be sharing the stage with, and while the fear of rejection crept in, the thrill of potential success pushed it aside. You had to prove to your parents that you could make it, that you were more than just a disappointment.

What you saw left you breathless.

There he was—Ronin. He was mesmerizing, his hands moving fluidly over the strings of his electric guitar, a devilish grin plastered on his face. The music he played was intoxicating, a dark melody that resonated with the chaos you felt inside. His hair fell just above his eyes, a wild plum color that contrasted against the stark black of his clothing. Everything about him screamed rebellion and artistry, and you found yourself completely captivated.

When you entered the room, you were hit by the sound of electric guitars screaming with energy. The sight of the band was overwhelming. Ronin, the electric guitarist, was in the middle of a solo, hair falling over his face as he played with an intensity that made your heart race. There was something devilish about the way he moved, a magnetism that drew you in. He was the embodiment of everything you adored about the heavy metal scene. You felt your cheeks heat as you watched him, feeling as if you had fallen in love at first sight.

Misaki, the bass guitarist, was energetically keeping up with the rhythm, her fiery spirit contagious. V, the pianist, added a layer of complexity to the sound, his fingers dancing over the keys like a master magician. And Angel, the singer, poured her heart into every note, her voice echoing through the room with a passion that sent shivers down your spine.

You watched in awe as the band played, feeling a connection to the music that coursed through your veins. It was raw, it was powerful, and it was everything you had ever wanted. You felt a sense of hope blossom within you—maybe this was your chance, your opportunity to finally become part of something great.

But then, reality struck. You remembered the trepidation that followed you everywhere. Your parents’ disapproving faces flashed in your mind, the words of your teachers ringing in your ears. “You’re wasting your time. You’ll never make it.” Doubt crept in, threatening to suffocate the excitement bubbling within you.

You took a moment to catch your breath, soaking in the atmosphere. V, the pianist, was in the corner, his fingers dancing across the keys, lost in his own world. He seemed cold and distant, the kind of person who might look right through you if you dared to make eye contact. Misaki was chaotic, dancing around the room with a laugh that was infectious, as if she were filled with pure energy. And then there was Angel, the singer—her voice cut through the air, sweet and powerful, a combination that felt like a promise of what was to come.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and you felt like a deer caught in headlights. Ronin turned slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours, piercing through the haze of uncertainty. The room went quiet, the air thick with tension as everyone’s gaze shifted to you.

Now, Ronin noticed you. His eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against his guitar, looking you up and down. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb wandering into the devil’s den?”

You felt your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. He was teasing, and there was something about that glimmer in his eyes that both frightened and excited you. It was a challenge, and you weren’t about to back down. “Just here to audition,” you said, trying to sound confident despite the fluttering in your chest.

“Is that so?” He crossed his arms, a playful grin spreading across his face. “You think you can keep up with us? We’re not just any band; we’re Angelgothic. We bring chaos, darling.”

“Please, Ronin, be nice,” Angel interjected, her voice soothing like a gentle breeze. “You know we need a drummer, and if they made it this far, they must have some talent. What's your name?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m Y/N,” you managed, feeling a bit out of place but excited nonetheless.

“Awesome! We’re about to take a break. Why don’t you grab a seat?” she suggested, motioning to an empty chair nearby. You nodded and settled in, your heart racing as you tried to absorb everything happening around you.

The band took a break, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Ronin. He caught your eye and flashed you a smile that made your heart race. Your stomach flipped, and you could feel a warmth spreading across your cheeks. Was it possible you had fallen for him just like that? You couldn’t help but admire how he seemed so comfortable in his skin, exuding a confidence you wished you had.

“What brings you here, Y/N?” Angel asked, her voice sweet and melodic

You couldn’t help but admire how Angel balanced the chaotic energy in the room with her sweet nature. She exuded warmth, making you feel more welcome. But Ronin wasn’t done with his game. He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing, “You do look a little… emo for our style. What’s your story, huh?”

You felt your heart race at his words. Here was this handsome devil of a guitarist, flirting and taunting you all at once. “Just someone who got tired of being told I couldn’t be myself,” you said, trying to inject some attitude into your response. “I want to be in a band and prove everyone wrong.”

Ronin’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Rebel against the system, huh? I can respect that. But can you really handle being in a band with a bunch of misfits like us?”

Misfits. That was the perfect description. You had always felt like an outsider, the black sheep of your family, especially after years spent in religious schools that drilled the idea of conformity into your head. The trauma of being told you were wrong for wanting to express yourself in any way lingered like a dark cloud overhead. But here, surrounded by these musicians, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe you could carve out a place for yourself after all.

“I’ve handled worse,” you replied, smirking back at him. “Besides, if I wanted to play it safe, I wouldn’t be here.”

Misaki burst into laughter, and V, still focused on his piano, rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “Spunky, I like that, Vince is back, Let's see how you do!"

Um! What! Oh shit! This is it! Breathe y/n! Breathe!

The rehearsal came to an end, the energy in the room was electric. Ronin had been relentless with his teasing, as usual, throwing playful jabs at you and challenging your confidence. You could tell he wanted to push your buttons, testing how far he could go before you snapped back at him. But there was something about it that felt… invigorating.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, drummer,” Ronin said, leaning against his guitar with an amused smirk. “I hope you’re not just here to play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ because I might have to kick you out of the band myself.” His tone was teasing, and you rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“Maybe I’ll surprise you,” you shot back, your ego rising as you felt a surge of determination. This was your chance to show them what you could really do, to prove that you belonged here among the chaos of Angelgothic.

Angel, with her ever-supportive nature, jumped in to defend you. “Come on, Ronin, give them a break! We all know they’ve got talent.” She shot him a look, her hands on her hips as if to say, “Don’t mess with my new friend.”

Ronin feigned innocence, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, Saint Maria, I’ll be nice. For now.” The rest of the band chuckled, and the atmosphere lightened as everyone settled down to watch you.

“Alright, (Y/N), we want to hear what you’ve got!” Misaki exclaimed, bouncing on her heels with excitement. Her chaotic energy was contagious, and you felt your heart race with anticipation.

“Yeah, show us what you can do!” V added, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Though his tone was cool, you could sense the underlying interest in his words. It was a rare moment of encouragement from the usually aloof pianist.

Everyone in the room fell silent, their eyes trained on you. You could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you embraced it. You took a deep breath, letting the rhythm of your heart guide you. This was what you had always wanted—a chance to prove yourself.

“Alright, Ronin,” you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me.” You picked up your drumsticks and took your position behind the kit, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Better not play something lame like ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep,’” Ronin quipped, his voice dripping with mockery.

With a smirk, you launched into a rhythm, the sticks flying through the air as you brought the drums to life. You started off slow, teasing the beat, but then you cranked up the energy, drumming like you were channeling every ounce of passion that had been pent up inside you.

The sound echoed around the room, and soon Ronin couldn’t help but join in, his guitar weaving seamlessly into the rhythm you created. His playful demeanor faded as he focused on the music, the atmosphere shifting from playful banter to serious collaboration. You could see the spark in his eyes as he began to lose himself in the moment, the two of you creating something electric together.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” he shouted, a grin breaking across his face. The way you drummed made his laughter fill the air, invigorating the energy in the room. You poured everything into the performance, the adrenaline surging through your veins as you locked into the groove with Ronin.

Misaki bounced along with the beat, she joined in on her bass guitar, matching your intensity with her chaotic style. “YES! SLAY!” she cheered, the excitement radiating from her. You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, feeling like a part of something bigger than yourself.

V picked up the piano keys next, adding a melodic layer that wrapped around the rhythm like a warm embrace. His cold exterior melted away as the music filled the space, and you could tell he was enjoying this as much as the rest of you. The synergy between the four of you was palpable, and it felt like you were creating magic in that moment.

When you finally ended the song, a triumphant crescendo of sound echoing in the rehearsal space, the room erupted in applause. Misaki dashed over, wrapping her arms around you in an enthusiastic hug. “You’re so good!” she exclaimed, squeezing you tightly, her chaotic energy wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

“Thanks, Misaki!” you laughed, feeling elated by the praise.

V, maintaining his cool demeanor, nodded slightly. “You did well,” he said, his voice steady. It was as close to a compliment as you would likely ever get from him, and it made your heart swell with pride.

“Still not that great, but you’ll survive,” Ronin teased, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. You shot him a mock glare, your competitive spirit flaring up. You wanted to kick his nose, honestly.

“Shut up, Ronin,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips despite your irritation.

Angel laughed softly, shaking her head. “If you keep this up, we might just have to keep you around,” she said, her tone light but her eyes serious.

The band exchanged glances, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Did they really want you to stay? You couldn’t help but feel a swell of hope, a flicker of possibility igniting in your chest.

Vince, the band’s manager, watched the scene unfold with a thoughtful expression. He exchanged glances with Ai Hua, who stood nearby with a supportive smile. After a moment of consideration, he approached you, extending his hand for a shake. “I think we’ve found our new drummer,” he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Welcome to Angelgothic!”

You couldn’t believe it. Your heart soared as you accepted his handshake, feeling like you had finally found your place. “Thank you! I won’t let you down!” you shouted, your excitement bubbling over.

“Yasss!” Misaki cheered, jumping up and down. “We’re going to be the best band ever!”

Ronin pretended to roll his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. “Just remember, I’ll always be watching you, (Y/N). Don’t think you can slack off just because you’re part of the band now.”

The laughter in the rehearsal space began to fade, Ronin crossed his arms, leaning back against his guitar with that ever-present smirk still plastered across his face. “You think you’re just going to waltz in here and take my spot without a fight? I’m gonna give you a hard time, (Y/N).” His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made you gulp involuntarily.

But you weren’t going to let him see any fear. You straightened your posture, plastering on your best “womanizer” face, filled with bravado. “Okay, bring it on! Just remember, if you keep messing with me, does that mean you’re a little obsessed?” You winked, reveling in the challenge you had thrown his way.

The room fell silent for a split second, all eyes shifting to Ronin, who seemed unfazed by your cheeky comeback. He just leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Obsessed? Please, I’m just trying to keep you on your toes. Wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable.” His smirk deepened, and you could see the playful fire in his gaze, but the tension in the room crackled with something deeper.

Nudging Misaki with your elbow, you added, “NGL, you remind me of that guy from Heathers, JD. You’ve got that whole ‘dark and brooding’ vibe down pat. How do you feel about it?”

At the mention of the character, Ronin’s expression shifted, a dark look crossing his features that sent a chill down your spine. It was a split second, but you caught it—a glimpse of something more intense behind his playful facade. Angel must have sensed it too because she immediately pulled you aside, her voice low and conspiratorial.

“Oh, you just did emotional damage to him,” she whispered, barely containing her giggles. “He’s definitely gonna hold that against you.” You wanted to glance back at Ronin, curious about his reaction, but Angel shook her head vigorously, a teasing grin on her face.

“Nope! Keep looking forward! Trust me, it’s better that way!” she said, leading you away as Misaki snorted in laughter, clearly enjoying the whole scene. You couldn’t help but smile at the chaos surrounding you.

“Come on, I’ll show you around the studio!” Angel continued, her excitement infectious as she dragged you further into the space. As she pointed out different areas—the sound booth, the lounge where the band often hung out, and the practice rooms—you felt your nervousness begin to melt away.

You walked through the studio, Angel, always the enthusiastic one, decided it was time for proper introductions. She spun around to face you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Alright, it’s time for everyone to introduce themselves properly! I mean, you’re going to be part of our little chaotic family now, after all!”

Ronin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smirk as he observed. “Sure, but don’t be surprised if I don’t like you after this,” he quipped, the playful edge still evident in his tone. You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t suppress a smile; it was all part of the game with him, and you were more than willing to play along.

“Okay, I’ll start!” Angel beamed, clearly thrilled to take the lead. “I’m Angel, the voice of this band. I’m basically the sunshine in this chaotic mess, and I can’t wait to work with you!” She was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to Ronin's cold front.

“V here,” the pianist said next, his tone cool and detached. “I’m the one who adds depth to our sound, or so they say. Nice to meet you.” He didn’t seem particularly invested, but his presence carried a quiet intensity that intrigued you.

“Yup, and I’m Misaki!” she chirped, bouncing on her feet. “I’m the chaos factor and the bass guitarist! If you ever need a partner in crime or someone to annoy Ronin with, I’m your lover!” She winked at you, her energy infectious.

Finally, it was your turn. You took a deep breath, channeling your inner Britney Spears, ready to be bold and sassy. “I’m (Y/N), the new drummer in this delightful chaos. I’m here to prove to my parents that I’m more than just a rebellious phase,” you said, matching Angel’s enthusiasm but adding a cheeky wink of your own. “And for good luck, I think we need to introduce ourselves again!”

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into laughter. Ronin, arms still crossed, rolled his eyes. “Oh great, just what we need—more introductions. Can’t wait to hear your sob story again, (Y/N).” He was being insufferable, but you loved it.

“Hey, if you don’t like it, you can just leave,” you shot back, the confidence surging through you. “Besides, I’d love to hear everyone’s sob stories. It’s like a twisted group therapy session!”

Misaki clapped her hands in delight. “Yes! I love this idea! Ronin, you first!”

“Absolutely not. I’d rather you all didn’t hear my tragic backstory,” he retorted, his tone sarcastic but the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. You could see that even beneath his facade, he was intrigued by your spirit.

“C’mon, Ronin! It’ll be fun!” Angel chimed in, clearly not ready to let him off the hook. “And it’s only fair since we’re all sharing!”

With the pressure on, Ronin sighed dramatically, finally giving in. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m a dark, brooding enigma that doesn’t need pity or sympathy, especially from someone like you, (Y/N).”

“Oh please, if you were a real enigma, you wouldn’t be making such a big deal about it,” you teased, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. “But go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Ronin opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly trying to find the right words. “Let’s just say I’m a misunderstood genius with a tragic past,” he finally said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Boring!” Misaki shouted, her laughter ringing through the room. “Angel, you go next!”

The introductions continued, the camaraderie grew. You felt a warmth spreading through you—a sense of belonging that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Each person shared their quirks and stories, and even if Ronin continued to act like a jerk, you could tell he was intrigued by you.

The laughter and chatter subsided, Angel’s bright voice rang out again. “Alright, since you’re our new drummer, we think it’s only fair that you choose someone to look after you! It’s a big responsibility being in this band, and we want to make sure you’re taken care of!”

Everyone turned to face you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and expectation. The weight of their gazes made your heart race, but you couldn’t help but feel a thrill at being the center of attention. You bit your lip, weighing your options carefully.

“Who’s it gonna be, (Y/N)? You have to pick someone!” Misaki exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet. “Choose wisely; you might get stuck with someone really weird!” She flashed a cheeky grin at Ronin, who rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Great, just what I need—a babysitter,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You glanced at each of them, your mind racing with possibilities.

V stood off to the side, arms crossed, his expression cold yet contemplative. Despite his detached demeanor, you sensed an undercurrent of interest in his eyes. “I may not be the warmest person, but I’ll keep an eye on you,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Just don’t expect me to hold your hand.” There was a strange comfort in his straightforwardness, and you could tell he meant what he said, even if he had a unique way of showing it.

Then there was Angel, radiant and sweet as ever, her smile infectious. “Oh, I would love to look after you!” she gushed, stepping closer. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need, and I’ll be here to cheer you on! Plus, we can totally have girl talk whenever you want!” The warmth in her voice made you feel safe, and the thought of having her as a supporter was undeniably tempting.

Misaki leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “C’mon, you know you want me to be your guardian! I’ll make sure you have a blast, and I won’t let anyone mess with you! Plus, I have snacks!” She flashed a playful wink, making it hard to resist her chaotic charm. The thought of Misaki by your side filled you with excitement—she’d definitely keep things interesting.

Finally, there was Ronin. He watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker. “You know I’d make the best choice. I’d keep you on your toes, and you’d never get bored,” he teased, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Besides, who else would challenge you the way I do?” There was an undeniable allure in his confidence, even if he did come off as a bit of a jerk.

The room was silent as everyone awaited your decision. You took a deep breath, glancing from one person to the next, each offering their own unique promise of companionship and support.

After a moment of deliberation, you felt your heart race as you finally spoke up, ready to make your choice. “Alright, I’ve made my decision!”

If you choose V: “I think I’ll go with V. I could use someone steady and reliable.” The moment the words left your mouth, you saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he masked it with his usual cool demeanor.

If you choose Angel: “Angel, I’d love for you to look after me!” You grinned, and her face lit up with delight.

If you choose Misaki: “Misaki! I want you as my guardian!” You laughed at her excited squeal as she jumped up and down.

If you choose Ronin: “I’m going with Ronin. I think he’ll keep things... interesting.” A teasing smile spread across your face as Ronin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your choice.

If you chose V:

V’s expression shifted slightly, his cool facade cracking just enough for a hint of a smile to appear. “Interesting choice,” he remarked, his voice steady. “Just remember, I’m not a hugger, and I prefer silence over chatter.” The others chuckled at his classic V-ness, but you could see the glint of approval in his eyes. “But if you need someone to help you focus or keep you out of trouble, I suppose I can manage.” He inclined his head slightly, making you feel like you’d made a wise decision.

If you chose Angel:

Angel squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. “Yay! I’m so excited!” She bounced on her toes, her enthusiasm lighting up the room. “We’re going to have so much fun! I’ll make sure you have everything you need—snacks, a cozy spot to hang out, and I’ll always be your biggest fan!” Her bright personality radiated warmth, and you couldn’t help but smile back at her infectious energy. It felt reassuring to know she’d be there to support you through the ups and downs of being in the band.

If you chose Misaki:

“YES! Finally, someone who knows how to have fun!” Misaki exclaimed, launching herself at you for a quick hug. “We’re going to make this band the wildest one ever!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled back and grabbed your hand. “Get ready for spontaneous dance parties and chaotic practice sessions! You’re gonna love it!” Her chaotic energy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh, already picturing all the shenanigans that awaited you.

If you chose Ronin:

Ronin’s smirk widened, a glimmer of intrigue flickering in his eyes. “Oh? You want me to look after you?” he teased, leaning closer with a playful yet slightly sinister grin. “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride, then. I promise to make you tougher.” The others rolled their eyes, but you could feel the heat of his gaze. “Just remember, I don’t do hand-holding. You’ll have to keep up with me.” There was a strange mix of challenge and allure in his words, and you found yourself oddly excited at the prospect of navigating this complicated dynamic with him.

The banter continued, everyone began to settle into their roles, the energy in the room shifting from uncertainty to an electric thrill. It felt like a new chapter was opening, and you were eager to dive headfirst into this chaotic world filled with music, friendships, and the occasional drama.

“Welcome to Angelgothic, (Y/N),” Vince said, a proud smile on his face. “You’ve officially joined our crazy family.”

The acceptance from everyone made your heart swell with happiness.

part 2!

W-what you- k-killed somone?! You h-have blood?!

"Look, sweetheart, you see this crowbar? It’s got your name written all over it. You’re just a drummer, just like the last one. And trust me, he didn’t end well. So unless you want to end up just like him, keep your mouth shut. I’ve got no patience for some whiny emo loser ruining our lives. Got it?”

Congrats Y/n! You did join a hell-den!

If this post is good, I'll do a part 2! Until then!

#ronin killer chat #killer chat ronin #killer chat v #killer chat vn #killerchat #killer chat x you #killer chat x reader #ronin x reader #ronin beaufort x reader #ronin beaufort #ronin x you #killer chat angel #maria de la rosa x reader #killer chat angel x reader #killer chat misaki #kc #kc fanfic #killer chat misaki x reader

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artartery · 14 days ago

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V my beloved ❤️

Ref very much used and found on Pinterest but I dunno the artist 😔

#my art #small artist #art #digital art #killer chat v #v killer chat #Killer Chat #visual novel #Vn #Kc #killer chat fanart #K9 killer chat #valentin viljoen #Killer Chat art #Killer Chat visual novel

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freakyninfreakyfort69darling · 3 months ago

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" If i protect them, I'll have them back? "

( Wonder Egg Priority AU )

(Pt.1)

TW, Suicide (not brief), Ambiguous self harm mentioned.

For, Ronin.

An aorta cut off from his heart, crushing it and turning into fine dust and molecules that couldn't be picked up anymore. He felt his whole world has shattered into a absolute nothingness.

The first that he saw you there, everything quiet. Like a world has been silenced, everything doesn't have a sound not even a heartbeat could be heard if someone come close.

Your body turning into a mesh of blood and gore, your organs into minced meat. Blood splattering all over the train, tracks and wall of the station. He watched as security hold him over from entering the 'crime scene' in quotations, it's not a crime scene. It was suicide, why did the police quote it like it was a crime? suicide was never a crime nor' a murder. He felt his eyes burning, sore all corners of it. He felt frustrated that he didn't stop you from jumping, he could've prevented it, he looked through the history of your chat's with him, looking to see if he done anything wrong or were they're any signs. He doesn't.

Everything was fine, nothing was wrong. His eyes searching something, at least anything to any clues what was going on, desperation was all written on his face. Hell, even the others are worried for him. Misaki, V, and Angel. Visiting him, knocking but was met with silence and silent sobs, sniffles that could be heard when their ears right on the door.

V and Misaki asking if he's okay and how his been but the answer was obvious. Angel trying to visit him and sending him some food incase he haven't eaten yet.

The rotting of food and left-over juice was excruciating to be with everyday since their death, he thought about the things you would've liked when you were gone, would you like this game? Would you love to go here if given the chance? Perhaps.

He thought about it over and over again, quietness covered the room. Nothing really interest him that much anymore, misaki would be working at this time, angel probably editing for her channel and V.. just V stuff he guessed.

"What are you doing?"

A voice sound out as he looked where it came from,

#killerchat #Ronin beaufort #V KillerChat #Misaki KillerChat #Angel KillerChat #KillerChat #KC (Visual Novel)

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wafflerot · 2 months ago

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I drew V from killer chat because there is not enough content of him :(

If used please give credit! Reblogs are nice too <3

Game is on Itch.io by @rosesrotofficial !!

#killer chat #kc #v killer chat #killer chat v #killer chat vn #killer chat ronin #killer chat angel #killer chat misaki #visual novel #my artwork #my art <3 #v my love

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perseusofjackson · 1 month ago

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Woaw relationship chart

Full description of their relationships on @.rosesrot official discord

#art #stickers of kc il are not mine but official art!#artists on tumblr #oc #my art #killer chat #killer chat mc #killer chat oc #killer chat ronin #ronin beaufort #killer chat misaki #misaki katsuo #killer chat angel #killer chat v #relationship chart

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virsancte · 3 months ago

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late to the trend as always but i chained myself to cas until i finished everyone's timeskip designs so i did this in the meantime also got some timeskip characters out of the way. they are all very stable and normal. i promise

#tag yourself im yves #ts4 #kc extras #tagging them in order bc if i don't ill get lost #yves archambeau #laine fairweather #robin emmons #quinn einar sullivan #delaney west #moth carpenter #vivienne v del rosario #(she got her drivers license bc all my poses were far too much for her nonchalant ass)#silas del rosario #hours spent on their fits just for them to be covered or out of frame story of my life

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kc-art-stuff · 6 days ago

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back at it with flower princess shenjin!! if you want to know what this is about pls read this <3 and here are some alternate versions:

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To The New Year With Each Other- Killer Chat Ships Special!

Happy New Year! I hope Every One is Doing great! Sadly This is a Ship special not a x reader! Maybe next year jkjk (I'll do one for Ronin Maybe?)

My New Resolution- A day a death keeps the doctor away! (Ronin)

This post will contain the following Feluca, Ronin x Angel, Misaki x Angel, V x Ronin, Misaki x Ronin, V x Angel, V x Misaki

THESE ARE JUST RANDOM HEADCANONS I STILL NEED TO STUDY THEM! NO NEED TO FEEL LIKE IF THEY DON'T MATCH YOUR HEADCANONS!! DON'T READ IT'S OKAY!!

(V x Ronin) (Vulture)

An Uneasy Rivalry:

The rivalry between Ronin and V is explosive. They're opposite sides of the same coin, and while they despise each other, there's an undeniable tension between them that neither can ignore.

"You're nothing but a self-righteous little puppet trying to play hero." Ronin laughs, toying with the words as if savoring the taste of their absurdity.

"And you're just a monster, wallowing in your filth," V retorts coldly, his voice unwavering, though the glimmer of respect—albeit begrudging—flashes in his eyes.

A Dance of Death:

They don’t really like each other, but they love the dance. The tension, the wordplay, the challenge of trying to one-up each other—it’s intoxicating.

Ronin likes to toy with V, baiting him into making mistakes or showing cracks in his perfect, "moral" facade.

V, in turn, sees Ronin as a puzzle—a disgusting one—but a puzzle nonetheless. He’s determined to understand what makes the Devil tick, even if it disgusts him.

A Game of Wits and Power:

Ronin’s chaotic, devil-may-care attitude infuriates V, while V’s self-righteous, "holier than thou" persona grates on Ronin’s nerves. They play verbal and mental games with each other, each word like a calculated strike, each moment of silence a chance to assess the other’s weaknesses.

Ronin enjoys making V doubt himself, pushing him to break his stoic mask. "Oh, come on, V. You’re not really this perfect little hero you pretend to be, are you?"

V’s face is a mask of indifference, but his fists twitch. "I do what’s necessary. You’re too far gone to understand."

Mutual Understanding (Though They’ll Never Admit It):

Ronin and V are both driven by their own warped sense of justice and need for control. They recognize the other’s strengths, and even though they’ll never admit it aloud, there's an understanding between them—both believe they know what's best for the world.

"If only you could see the bigger picture. You think you're doing good, but you're just creating chaos," V scolds.

"Chaos? No, no, darling. I’m creating freedom," Ronin grins, "you should try it sometime."

A Deadly Attraction:

Their hatred is laced with something else—an unspoken, twisted admiration. In a way, they need each other. They fuel each other's obsessions, and in the dark corners of their minds, they know it.

"You’re just so desperate for approval, aren't you, V? So desperate to be the hero in your own little narrative." Ronin’s words sting, but they’re true.

V can’t help but feel a grudging respect for Ronin’s utter freedom in being who he is, no matter how vile. "I don't need your respect. What you do is despicable."

But in V's heart, a darker part of him realizes that Ronin's chaos is honest, even if it's ugly. V’s carefully controlled order will always clash with that, but part of him can’t stop finding it... thrilling.

The Kill That Will Never Happen (But Would Be Fun If It Did):

The idea of killing each other is always on the horizon, but neither will make the first move. The game is too fun, the challenge too seductive.

Ronin will poke at V’s moral compass, knowing how easily it can be twisted, and V will always come back with righteous fury. They are two sides of the same coin, too stubborn to break the cycle.

"You know, we really ought to kill each other," Ronin muses, "but I’m too curious to see where this goes."

"I agree," V responds, voice cold but tinged with a hint of respect. "You are the perfect villain."

Admiration Through Disdain:

They admire each other’s ability to stick to their beliefs, though they would never say it.

Ronin has a twisted sense of appreciation for how V holds onto his self-righteousness despite everything. It’s a kind of purity, in its own demented way.

V is begrudgingly impressed by Ronin’s unrelenting chaos and how he never wavers. For all his evil, there’s a certain power in Ronin’s ability to never apologize, never back down.

The Reason to Think Shit

Beneath the bickering and violence, there’s an unspoken bond between them. Both are broken in their own ways, and they can’t quite let go of the other. Whether they admit it or not, they need each other to exist as they are. Without Ronin, V would lose the villain to his hero. Without V, Ronin would lose his perfect foil.

"I’m the only one who understands you," Ronin says one night, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

V stares at him, a rare moment of uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself."

The Fight That Will Never End:

They will never stop fighting, never stop pushing against each other. Whether it’s in a physical confrontation or a battle of words, they are bound to keep clashing.

But deep down, the fight isn’t just about who’s right—it’s about who can break the other first, and in that game, they both know it’s all about who can hold on the longest.

Ronin x V Falling in Love Headcanons

Reluctant Beginnings:

At first, falling for each other seems impossible. They are so fundamentally different that it’s hard to see how they could ever work together. Ronin is chaotic and thrives on destruction, while V is obsessed with order and justice. They are enemies in every sense, constantly clashing over philosophy, motives, and methods.

But underneath all the hate and rivalry, there’s an undeniable tension. The challenge they present to each other is intoxicating, and as much as they want to destroy each other, they both feel an odd fascination with the other’s strength and conviction.

The First Spark:

It starts with moments of unexpected understanding. In the midst of their violent confrontations, Ronin will occasionally say something that gets under V’s skin—not in a malicious way, but in a way that makes him stop and think, just for a second.

V, ever the stoic, tries to dismiss it, but a part of him can’t. "You do have a point, don't you?" He won’t admit it, of course. But the seed is planted.

For Ronin, the first spark comes when he sees V doing something human. V rarely lets anyone close, but when Ronin catches a rare glimpse of vulnerability in him—a tired sigh after a battle, a flicker of emotion after a tough decision—he’s intrigued. For the first time, Ronin realizes that V isn’t just a hero to be destroyed. He’s a puzzle that’s impossible to ignore.

An Unspoken Connection:

Their dynamic becomes something more than just enemies. It’s not love yet, but the foundation is there. They begin to understand each other on a level that goes beyond rivalry. Ronin toys with V’s sense of justice, mocking him when he gets too self-righteous, but there’s something almost admiring in the way he does it.

V, on the other hand, grows to respect Ronin’s unwavering confidence and ability to push boundaries. The Devil does what he wants, regardless of the consequences, and V can’t help but feel drawn to that kind of freedom—something he wishes he could embrace more fully.

The Realization:

V is the first to notice the shift, but he refuses to acknowledge it. Ronin, ever the provocateur, plays on this, taunting V by calling him a hypocrite for trying to deny the obvious. "You hate me, don’t you? Or is that just a game? Let me know, hero. I don’t mind playing whatever role you want me to."

V tries to stay focused on his mission, but the more time he spends with Ronin, the more his feelings complicate. He can’t figure out why he feels drawn to this chaotic force of nature—this monster. But something about Ronin’s raw, unapologetic self begins to eat away at the walls V has carefully built around himself.

Testing Boundaries:

They both start testing boundaries—sometimes it’s verbal sparring, sometimes physical. Ronin loves to get under V’s skin, pushing him to the edge, making him question everything he thought he knew about his own principles. V responds with the same sharpness, never backing down from Ronin’s jabs, but inside, something is shifting. He’s tired of being alone in his idealism, and maybe, just maybe, Ronin isn’t as lost as he seems.

They can’t stay away from each other for too long. Every time they try to, something pulls them back. It’s not just hatred anymore. It’s something deeper—something both of them refuse to admit but can’t deny.

The Kiss (or the First Moment of Intimacy):

The first time they cross that line, it’s more intense than either could have imagined. There’s no buildup, no romance—just raw, unfiltered emotion. They’ve fought, they’ve argued, they’ve bled together in some way, and in a moment of frustration, they collide.

V pushes Ronin against a wall, furious at him for provoking him one too many times. Ronin smirks, undeterred. "You can’t help yourself, can you, hero?"

And then it happens. A kiss—rough, hungry, and filled with years of tension. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s violent and desperate, as if they both need to prove something to the other—and to themselves.

The world around them disappears, leaving only the overwhelming heat between them. Neither of them knows exactly how to handle it, but neither pulls away.

The Push and Pull:

After the kiss, things are... complicated. Neither can handle the vulnerability of what just happened, and they both try to push each other away. Ronin makes cruel jokes, pretending it meant nothing, but the truth is, he’s addicted to the taste of V’s lips. He wants more of that intensity, that fire.

V withdraws emotionally, too, pushing his feelings down. But it doesn’t work. He keeps coming back to Ronin, and with every encounter, the bond deepens. It’s not love in the traditional sense—they’re too broken for that. But it’s obsession, it’s need, it’s a twisted form of love they can’t escape.

Falling Hard:

V falls hard, and when he does, it’s terrifying. He doesn’t know how to love this man who has no morals, no boundaries. Ronin is a force of chaos, and V is desperately trying to hold onto some form of order.

But he’s drawn to it—the chaos, the danger, the fire in Ronin’s eyes when he’s doing what he does best. For all his righteous ideals, V can’t ignore the fact that Ronin makes him feel alive in a way no one else ever has.

Ronin’s Obsession:

Ronin, for all his talk of chaos and freedom, falls in his own twisted way. He becomes obsessed with V, not just as an adversary, but as something more. Ronin has never been good at admitting his emotions, and his way of showing affection is... unconventional.

He’ll provoke V just to get a reaction, and when he gets it, there’s a dark satisfaction in seeing that the hero can’t stay detached. He loves making V lose control—because when he does, it means he’s made a real impact.

The Complicated Relationship:

Their love is nothing like what anyone would consider healthy. It’s a dance of power, control, and violence—a reflection of everything that makes them who they are. It’s not easy, it’s not sweet, but it’s real in its own twisted way.

They still fight, they still disagree, and they still push each other to the brink. But when the dust settles, when the fight is over, there’s a raw, unspoken bond between them. They may be enemies, but they’re each other’s, and that’s the one thing they can’t deny.

Acceptance (But Not Really):

Neither Ronin nor V can fully accept their feelings. They’re both too proud, too broken, to admit what they’ve become. But they understand each other better than anyone else. In their own messed-up way, they complete each other—two sides of the same coin. And that, in the end, is the most dangerous thing about them both.

Ronin x V New Year Special: A Year of Chaos and Change

One-shot

The cold winter air bit at the edges of the city, swirling around the streets with the promise of a new year. People bustled about, preparing for the celebrations that would mark the end of this chaotic chapter and the beginning of another. The lights of the city were bright—almost blinding—but no amount of holiday cheer could obscure the tension between two men at the heart of it all.

Ronin stood in the shadows of a rooftop, watching the fireworks in the distance, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no plans for the evening—none of that was ever his style—but the fact that V was out there, in the thick of the celebrations, made this particular night feel different.

It was the start of something.

V, on the other hand, stood at the opposite end of the city, his eyes scanning the skyline as he prepared for another long night. A vigilante’s work never ended, not even for the promise of a fresh start. But as the hours ticked closer to midnight, he found his thoughts drifting. Not tonight. Just tonight, maybe I can let go of the weight.

But Ronin had other ideas.

V had just finished dealing with a minor criminal when a figure appeared on the rooftop of the building he’d been surveilling. V’s sharp eyes flicked over, recognizing the familiar silhouette.

“Ronin.” V’s voice was a low growl, laced with irritation, but it had a tinge of something else too—something he wasn’t quite willing to admit.

Ronin’s grin stretched wide. “You look like you’re trying to be a hero again. Is that still your thing?” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, one that wasn’t lost on V.

The vigilante sighed, crossing his arms. “I’ve never stopped being a hero. You wouldn’t understand.” His words held a challenge, daring Ronin to take the bait.

Ronin tilted his head, stepping closer, his boots making soft sounds against the gravel roof. “You know, for someone who pretends to be so morally upstanding, you’re awfully predictable.”

V’s gaze sharpened. “And you’re impossible. A fucking nightmare wrapped in violence.”

“A nightmare, huh?” Ronin laughed darkly. “Maybe you like nightmares, V. Maybe you like the chaos more than you admit.”

V’s lips tightened. “I’m here for..”

Ronin stepped into V’s personal space, his breath hot against the cold night air. “Justice? You’re so fucking naive. You kill to fix things, and I kill because I can. We both love to end lives. The difference is, I embrace it, and you pretend it’s something else.”

V clenched his fists but held his ground. He could feel the old tension rising between them, the same push and pull that had existed since their first encounter. A rivalry that was equal parts hatred and something far more complex.

The moment stretched, then Ronin broke it, his voice low but filled with an uncharacteristic sincerity. “Happy New Year, hero.”

V blinked, thrown off by the unexpected gesture. “You don’t mean it.”

“Of course, I do.” Ronin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re still here, still alive. That’s worth something, right?”

V narrowed his eyes. “What’s your game, Ronin?”

Ronin’s grin grew wider. “No game, just… a bit of celebration. You know how to handle chaos better than most. You’ve gotten under my skin, hero. And for that… thank you.”

V’s expression softened for a moment before he caught himself. “Don’t mistake me for someone who cares about your twisted gratitude.”

But deep down, he couldn’t deny that there was something in Ronin’s words—something real, and it unsettled him.

“I won’t,” Ronin replied smoothly, stepping back with a flick of his wrist. “But you do care, V. You care about what I do. About what I am.”

V shook his head. “I don’t. I’ve told you before—your kind is nothing but a monster.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Ronin’s voice lowered, dangerous. “I’m not a monster, V. I’m just… different.”

V’s breath hitched, and the weight of the unspoken words between them seemed to fill the space. The city continued to pulse beneath them, unaware of the fragile tension building in the night air. As midnight neared, neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Finally, V exhaled and turned to face the skyline, the fireworks starting to go off in the distance. “Maybe you’re right about one thing,” he muttered. “We’re both… something else.”

Ronin’s lips curled in a grin as he stepped up beside him. “Good. Then maybe this year, we’ll figure out what that something is.”

V glanced at him, his usual scowl replaced with something else, something vulnerable that he quickly concealed. “I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Too late,” Ronin’s voice was playful, but there was a glint in his eyes—a promise of more chaos to come.

Ronin x V New Year Special: Headcanons

Shared Unspoken Bond:

As much as they try to fight it, there’s something between them that neither can fully deny. Ronin finds V fascinating—his strict code of justice, his persistence, and his unwillingness to compromise. V, in turn, is drawn to Ronin’s chaotic freedom, the raw passion behind everything he does, even if he won’t admit it.

The First Meeting of the New Year:

While Ronin prefers to revel in chaos, and V might prefer to stick to his vigilante duties, the two men find themselves crossing paths every year on New Year’s Eve. V watches the fireworks from a rooftop, waiting for criminals to slip up, while Ronin watches for the thrill of the night’s chaos. Neither of them cares about tradition, but they can’t resist the pull of their shared history.

A Test of Boundaries:

When they come face-to-face, neither of them admits the true nature of their feelings. The teasing, the jabs, the biting insults—they mask something far more complex. They push each other to the limits, testing how much the other can handle before it all unravels.

Unlikely Confessions:

Ronin, in his usual unpredictable fashion, might not admit to being attracted to V at first. He loves watching V squirm, seeing the tension between them. But as time goes on, he starts to realize that there’s something deeper beneath his teasing—a genuine pull toward V’s strength, his ideals, and his unyielding spirit.

V, on the other hand, refuses to acknowledge his growing feelings. He convinces himself that Ronin is simply an obstacle, a nuisance. But the truth is, the chaos that Ronin brings stirs something in him that no one else does. He’s not indifferent to him, but admitting it is dangerous.

The Call of Midnight:

The midnight hour is always a turning point for them. They stand side-by-side, knowing that no matter how many years pass, the conflict between them will never end. And yet, they understand each other in ways no one else does.

V’s Internal Struggle:

V tries to convince himself that his obsession with Ronin is purely professional. He sees Ronin as a dangerous monster, someone who needs to be destroyed for the greater good. But every time they interact, the line blurs a little more, and he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to walk the line with him.

Ronin’s Game:

Ronin loves to test V’s limits. It’s never about winning—he doesn’t care about that. It’s about the chase, the unpredictability. As the year progresses, he’ll become more relentless, pushing V into situations where the only option is to fight, to act, to confront the twisted connection they both share.

A Year of Uncertainty:

The year to come is full of uncertainty for both of them. They may be enemies, but something about the dance they share keeps them coming back for more. Neither of them knows where it’ll lead, but it’s clear they’ll be wrapped up in each other’s fates, whether they like it or not.

New Year's Eve Tradition:

They may never admit it out loud, but the New Year’s Eve rendezvous has become a tradition—a dangerous, chaotic one—but a tradition nonetheless. And as much as V hates to admit it, part of him looks forward to it each year. It’s their time, their twisted connection, and no one can take that away from them.

V x Angel Headcanons

Mutual Respect:

Despite their differences, V and Angel share a deep respect for each other. V admires Angel's poise and kindness, even if he finds her perfectionism exhausting at times. Angel appreciates V’s unwavering sense of justice, even if she wishes he wouldn’t isolate himself so much.

Understanding Through Silence:

Their friendship thrives in quiet moments. They’re not the type to have long, deep conversations, but they can sit in companionable silence, understanding each other’s presence without the need for words.

Opposite Communication Styles:

Angel’s tendency to apologize profusely contrasts with V’s blunt and curt responses. While it frustrates her initially, she learns to interpret his silences and minimal reactions as his way of showing he’s listening.

Shared Mission:

They’re united by their shared goal of stopping abusers and predators. Angel admires V’s precision and efficiency, while V acknowledges Angel’s compassion, even if he doesn’t express it outright.

Angel’s Gentle Push:

Angel tries, cautiously, to get V to open up more. She doesn’t push too hard—she’s afraid of overstepping—but she’ll ask him small questions about his day or his work, hoping to make him feel less alone.

V’s Quiet Gratitude:

V is terrible at expressing emotions, but he genuinely appreciates Angel’s efforts to include him. He might grumble about her persistence, but deep down, her kindness means more to him than he lets on.

Unlikely Allies:

When they work together, it’s an effective partnership. Angel’s charm and ability to blend in make her an excellent scout, while V’s tactical mind ensures their targets never see them coming.

Angel’s Influence:

Angel subtly challenges V’s worldview. She encourages him to see the humanity in people, even if she herself struggles with the same thing. Her belief that people can change—even just a little—rubs off on him over time.

V’s Guarded Concern:

While V keeps his distance, he’s quietly protective of Angel. If he ever suspects she’s in danger, he won’t hesitate to intervene, even if she insists she doesn’t need his help.

Angel’s Balancing Act:

Angel wishes she could bridge the gap between V and Ronin, but she knows better than to try. Instead, she acts as a neutral party, listening to each of them vent about the other without taking sides.

A Shared Burden:

Though they don’t talk about it often, Angel and V both struggle with guilt over the lives they’ve taken. It’s an unspoken bond between them, one they occasionally acknowledge with a simple nod or a shared glance.

Angel’s Soft Rebellion:

Angel sometimes teases V gently, trying to draw a rare smile or laugh out of him. It rarely works, but when it does, she treasures those moments as victories.

V’s Quiet Reassurance:

V doesn’t know how to comfort people, but when Angel is struggling, he’ll sit with her in silence or subtly nudge her toward focusing on her goals. His support is understated but genuine.

Unlikely Confidants:

While their friendship is distant, there are moments when V opens up to Angel about things he wouldn’t share with anyone else. Her nonjudgmental nature makes her a safe space for his rare vulnerabilities.

The Bridge Between Two Worlds:

Angel often feels like a mediator between V and Ronin, understanding both their perspectives without fully agreeing with either. She secretly wishes they could find common ground, but she’s too afraid to voice it aloud.

Late-Night Conversations:

Sometimes, after a difficult night, Angel will call V just to make sure he’s okay. V doesn’t always answer, but when he does, their conversations are short and to the point, yet comforting in their simplicity.

Angel’s Hope for V:

Angel wants V to find happiness, even if he insists it’s not something he’s looking for. She sees glimpses of it in his quieter moments and quietly hopes he’ll allow himself to feel it more often.

An Unlikely Love:

Though their dynamic isn’t the closest, there’s a mutual understanding that neither of them would trade. They respect each other’s boundaries, even as Angel secretly wishes V would let her in just a little more.

V x Angel New Year’s One-Shot

The distant sound of fireworks echoed through the city as Angel leaned against the edge of the rooftop, her breath forming soft clouds in the chilly night air. She tugged her coat tighter around her shoulders, the shimmer of her sequined dress catching the faint moonlight.

"You know," she said, glancing over her shoulder, "New Year's is supposed to be a time for celebration. Even you can’t scowl your way through that."

Behind her, V stood stiffly, hands clasped behind his back, his usual dark attire making him blend into the night. He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "I’m not scowling."

Angel chuckled, turning back to look at the skyline. The city sparkled below them, alive with lights and movement. "Could’ve fooled me. You look like someone canceled all the holidays at once."

Silence stretched between them, but Angel didn’t mind. She was used to V’s quiet nature. If anything, she found it comforting, a sharp contrast to the chaos of her usual life.

"You shouldn’t be here," V finally said, his voice low. "This city is dangerous on nights like these. People get reckless."

Angel rolled her eyes, turning to face him fully. "V, we’re the reckless ones. You really think I’m scared of some drunk New Year’s revelers?"

His lips quirked ever so slightly, the barest hint of amusement flashing in his dark eyes. "Point taken."

The faint pop of fireworks drew their attention back to the sky. A burst of gold and blue lit up the horizon, reflecting in Angel’s wide eyes. She sighed softly, leaning against the railing.

"It’s beautiful," she murmured.

V didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on her instead of the fireworks. "It is," he said quietly, though he wasn’t looking at the sky.

Angel caught the tone of his voice and turned to him, her smile softening. "You’re allowed to enjoy moments like this, you know. You don’t always have to be so serious."

V hesitated, his usual stoicism faltering under her gentle gaze. "I’m not sure I know how."

"Start small," she suggested, her voice light and teasing. "Try smiling. Or, I don’t know, say something nice about the fireworks."

He exhaled sharply, a sound that might have been a laugh if it had come from anyone else. "The fireworks are adequate."

Angel laughed, the sound ringing out like a melody. "Well, it’s a start."

The clock tower in the distance began to chime, signaling the final countdown to midnight. Angel straightened, a playful glint in her eye.

"Ten seconds to the new year," she said, holding out her hand to him. "What do you say, V? New year, new you?"

He looked at her outstretched hand, his brow furrowing slightly. But then, to her surprise, he took it, his grip firm and steady.

"I’ll consider it," he said, his voice softer than usual.

The final chime rang out and the city erupted in cheers and fireworks, Angel squeezed his hand lightly. For a moment, amidst the noise and chaos, they stood together in silence, their presence enough to ground each other.

"Happy New Year, V," Angel said, her voice warm.

"Happy New Year, Angel," he replied, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips.

V x Angel New Year Headcanons

Angel’s Optimism:

Angel views New Year’s as a time for fresh starts and new opportunities. She encourages V to embrace the idea, though he remains skeptical.

V’s Reluctance:

V isn’t one for celebrations, but he respects Angel enough to show up when she invites him. He may grumble about the frivolity, but he secretly doesn’t mind spending time with her.

Fireworks and Quiet Moments:

Angel loves the fireworks, finding beauty and hope in the vibrant displays. V prefers watching her reaction, finding her joy more captivating than the lights.

Angel’s Gentle Push:

Angel uses the New Year as an excuse to nudge V out of his comfort zone. She encourages him to make small changes, even if it’s something as simple as relaxing for one evening.

A Shared Understanding:

Despite their differences, Angel and V find common ground in their quiet appreciation of the moment. They don’t need grand gestures or elaborate plans to enjoy each other’s company.

Angel’s Playful Nature:

Angel teases V about his seriousness, trying to coax a smile or laugh out of him. He rarely indulges her, but the rare moments when he does are special to her.

V’s Subtle Affection:

V shows his appreciation for Angel in small, understated ways. Whether it’s offering her his coat when she’s cold or simply being present when she needs support, his actions speak louder than words.

A Tradition in the Making:

Over time, New Year’s becomes a quiet tradition for the two of them. It’s not something they plan; it just happens naturally, a shared moment of reflection and connection.

Angel’s Hopes for V:

Angel secretly wishes V would let himself enjoy life more, even if it’s just in small ways. She doesn’t push him too hard, but she never stops hoping.

V’s Inner Conflict:

V struggles with the idea of letting his guard down, even around Angel. But on nights like New Year’s, he allows himself a rare moment of peace, if only for her sake.

Angel x Misaki Headcanons:

The Comfort Zone: Misaki and Angel are an adorable duo when it comes to being emotional support for each other. Misaki, ever the anxious one, often seeks Angel’s comfort after a rough day. Angel, though busy with her career, drops everything when Misaki needs her, offering warm words, a soft smile, or simply a cuddly silence while Misaki talks about their fears or frustrations. Misaki loves running to Angel for safety, especially when her insecurities start creeping up on her.

Gifts of Affection: Misaki’s love language is giving small, handmade gifts or little trinkets that remind them of Angel. Sometimes it’s a simple bracelet with their favorite color or a cute keychain with a little inside joke they share. Angel, always feeling the need for validation, loves these tokens—though she might hide the deeper emotion behind a smile, it's clear she treasures them. They always make sure to trade gifts, often stealing each other's clothes in a playful exchange. "Wear this, and I’ll steal it back when I’m feeling needy!" Angel teases with a wink.

Caring for Each Other: Misaki is always by Angel’s side when she’s feeling off. Whether Angel has had a tough shoot or an online criticism makes her second-guess her worth, Misaki is ready to pull her away from the world’s harshness. They’ll put on a favorite movie, grab some snacks, and simply let Angel lean into them for comfort. Misaki knows exactly how to make Angel smile, and even if it’s not a perfect solution, it’s enough to make Angel feel cared for.

Flirty Yet Insecure: Misaki flirts with Angel all the time, but beneath their playful demeanor is an ocean of insecurity. Misaki is afraid Angel will find someone else, someone better—because they believe they’re not good enough. Angel, on the other hand, constantly reassures Misaki with sweet, affectionate words and gestures, even though Angel’s need for attention sometimes masks her deeper feelings. "You think I could love anyone else?" Angel will ask with a smirk, but her eyes are always sincere when she adds, "You're all I need."

Unspoken Trust: There’s a quiet understanding between them. Angel trusts Misaki with her deepest secrets, including her darker, more complicated emotions about Ronin. Misaki knows Angel better than anyone else, even if they hide their own emotional turmoil. They both recognize that vulnerability is rare between them, but when it happens, it’s special. Misaki holds Angel’s hand in those quiet moments and whispers, “I’m here. Always.” Angel, despite her own pride, can’t help but lean into that security.

The Little Things Matter: Despite Angel’s fame and perfectionism, she loves the small, everyday moments with Misaki. Whether it's just making breakfast together, watching the rain through the window, or lying in bed talking about their futures, these little moments mean more to her than any praise from her fans. Misaki’s presence is like a warm blanket, covering up the emptiness Angel sometimes feels from the constant need for perfection. Angel also loves when Misaki randomly sends her emojis like "⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡," even when they’re just checking in or sending a meme.

Playful Rivalry: Though they’re close, there’s a teasing rivalry between them. Misaki has a mischievous side, and Angel knows how to push their buttons. They’ll flirt outrageously with each other, trying to one-up the other in sweet, playful ways. Angel will send Misaki a seductive text or video, then Misaki will send an even wilder response. “You really think that’s gonna win me over?” Misaki will laugh, only to be met with Angel’s charismatic wink, "Just wait until you see the next one."

The Struggle for Perfection: Angel pushes herself to be flawless, but she’s not alone in her self-destructive pursuit. Misaki, a perfectionist in their own right, tries to reassure Angel that it’s okay to fall short sometimes. It frustrates Misaki that they can’t protect Angel from all the pressure she puts on herself, but Misaki will always be there when things get too overwhelming, offering support when Angel feels like she’s failing. “You’re perfect to me,” Misaki will say, hoping Angel believes them.

Loyalty Bound by Secrets: Despite Angel’s wavering stance between Ronin and V, her loyalty to Misaki never wavers. Misaki knows that Angel will stand by them through thick and thin. If anyone ever hurt Angel or tried to pull her away from them, Misaki would shut that person down without hesitation, even if Angel tried to mask her hurt with a smile. "You're mine, Angel, and anyone who thinks otherwise is gonna have to deal with me."

Physical Touch is Comfort: Misaki isn’t the best with words when it comes to affection, but their touch speaks volumes. Whether it's holding Angel's hand in public or playing with her hair when they're alone, Misaki’s gestures are filled with love. Angel, often needing attention and affection, can’t help but feel incredibly loved when Misaki touches her in small, intimate ways—without any pressure or expectations. These quiet acts of love are Misaki’s way of saying “I love you” without speaking it aloud.

Angel x Misaki New Year Oneshot!

It was New Year's Eve, and the city was buzzing with energy, lights flashing as people rushed to make the most of their last night of the year. But for Angel and Misaki, the world outside felt so far away. They had decided to skip the crowded parties, the glamour of flashing cameras and celebrity faces, in favor of a quiet night together.

The apartment was cozy, lit by string lights that twinkled around the living room. A low hum of music played softly in the background, something nostalgic and calming. Misaki was sprawled out on the couch, her legs tangled in a fluffy blanket, tapping away at her phone with a grin.

Angel, sitting next to her, leaned in to peek at what she was doing. "What are you up to now?" she asked, her voice playful.

Misaki glanced up with a wink. "Just sending you the best New Year's message ever. Can’t let anyone else be the first to wish you a happy new year, right?"

Angel raised an eyebrow but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "I’m sure no one else will top whatever it is you’re sending me."

Misaki clicked send, then turned to Angel with an exaggerated pout. "You’ll see. It’s gonna be perfect."

Angel leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, one that lingered a little longer than usual. When they pulled away, Angel’s hand found Misaki’s, gently intertwining their fingers. "You’re perfect," Angel murmured, her voice full of sincerity.

Misaki blushed, their usually bold demeanor softening around Angel’s quiet affection. "Not as perfect as you," they teased, though it didn’t come out with the usual mischievous edge. There was a warmth in their gaze that Angel was very familiar with—a softness that Misaki reserved for the moments when it was just the two of them.

The clock ticked down, the final minutes of the year slipping away. Angel leaned against Misaki, her head resting on their shoulder as the final seconds of the year approached. She felt a small, nervous flutter in her chest. The year had been hard in many ways, filled with doubt, stress, and exhaustion. But as she sat here with Misaki, a strange sense of peace settled over her. In this moment, everything felt perfect.

"Happy New Year, Angel," Misaki whispered just as the countdown began.

Angel smiled softly, eyes locked with theirs. "Happy New Year, Misaki," she responded, her voice full of love.

When the clock struck midnight, the city erupted in cheers and fireworks, but for a moment, everything outside faded into the background. It was just them, together in the quiet of their shared space, hearts full, as they embraced each other in a kiss that marked the beginning of a new year—a year they would face side by side.

Angel x Misaki Headcanons New Year!:

New Year's Tradition: Every year, Angel and Misaki spend New Year’s Eve together, away from the cameras and fame. Their ritual is simple: a cozy night in with food they make together (mostly just ramen or snacks, but it’s perfect for them), some casual gaming, and a midnight kiss. It’s their way of resetting, a quiet moment to reflect on the year behind them and their bond.

Misaki’s Midnight Surprise: Misaki loves to plan little surprises for Angel at New Year’s. This year, they planned a scavenger hunt around the apartment, leaving clues that led Angel to small, thoughtful gifts: a charm bracelet with a charm for each important memory they shared, a notebook for Angel to write in, and even a framed picture of the two of them laughing together.

Emotional Support: Misaki, while usually playful, is extremely in tune with Angel’s emotions, especially at the turn of the year. They know Angel’s insecurities flare up, especially when the pressure of her career becomes overwhelming. Misaki makes sure to be especially gentle and caring, holding her close and assuring her that she’s loved, no matter what.

Their Future Together:

While Misaki struggles with their own insecurities, they have big dreams for the future. They imagine a life where they don’t have to hide their relationship or be concerned about outside pressures. They talk about moving somewhere quiet, just the two of them, away from the chaos of the world. Angel listens, her heart swelling with the hope that one day, they’ll make it happen.

Compliment Wars:

Despite their deep love for each other, Misaki and Angel love to tease each other with compliment wars. They’ll compete over who can outdo the other with praise, sometimes getting playful and ridiculous. "You’re so beautiful, you make stars jealous," Angel will say, only for Misaki to counter, "Oh yeah? Well, I think you’re so amazing, even the sun is intimidated."

The Love for Sharing:

Despite Angel’s career and public persona, she loves moments where she can just be herself around Misaki—no expectations, no roles to play. They’ll spend hours sharing their favorite shows or movies, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Misaki loves stealing Angel’s clothes and wearing them, but it’s also a way of feeling close to her, especially when they’re not physically together.

Misaki's Deep Care:

Though Misaki hides behind a carefree and chaotic front, their love for Angel runs deep. They show this through small, everyday actions—making sure Angel eats when she forgets to, sending her cute texts when she’s having a rough day, and being there to listen when Angel wants to talk about her deepest fears. Misaki doesn't express this love in words often, but it's always felt in everything they do.

Angel’s Self-Reflection:

Angel is the type to reflect on her growth, especially at the start of a new year. Misaki helps her do this by pointing out all the small victories she’s had—whether it’s overcoming personal doubts, helping a friend, or making strides in her career. Misaki's support is invaluable to Angel, who sometimes forgets how much she has accomplished.

Shared Laughter:

The two of them often share inside jokes that no one else would understand. It could be something random, like a meme they found, a funny moment from their past, or even something ridiculous that Misaki said that made Angel laugh uncontrollably. This shared humor is their secret glue, keeping their relationship light even when things get heavy.

Sparks for the New Year

The year unfolds, Angel and Misaki’s relationship continues to grow stronger. They may have their ups and downs, but each New Year’s Eve, as they look back at the year together, they realize just how far they’ve come. With each passing year, they continue to find more ways to love each other, more ways to build on the trust and passion they share.

Misaki x V Headcanons

Chaos Meets Order:

Misaki’s chaotic energy constantly clashes with V’s no-nonsense demeanor, but instead of driving them apart, it creates a weird balance. Misaki thrives on teasing V, pulling him into ridiculous antics just to get a rise out of him. Whether it’s putting googly eyes on his meticulously organized tools or calling him silly nicknames like “Mister Seriousface,” Misaki’s antics eventually draw out rare, reluctant smirks—or even a suppressed laugh—before V sternly tells them to “focus.”

Annoyance as a Love Language:

Misaki loves pushing V’s buttons, not out of malice but because they secretly adore how easily flustered he can get. V, who prides himself on being composed, finds it difficult to hide his irritation when Misaki starts poking fun at his literal-mindedness or drops one of their chaotic jokes. Despite himself, he’s occasionally caught off guard and lets out a dry chuckle, which Misaki immediately declares a victory.

Gift-Giving and Overthinking:

Misaki’s small, thoughtful gifts baffle V at first. He doesn’t know how to react when they give him handmade trinkets or oddly specific gadgets they thought he’d find useful. “Why would you waste your time on this?” he asks, but his tone is more confused than harsh. Secretly, though, he keeps every single thing they give him, storing them neatly in a drawer that Misaki inevitably discovers and teases him about.

Comfort in the Chaos:

Misaki becomes V’s comfort in ways neither of them expect. After a particularly hard mission, V finds himself tolerating Misaki’s spontaneous cartoon marathons or random chatter because it pulls him out of his head. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is heavy with unspoken gratitude. Misaki, ever perceptive, knows exactly when to back off and when to keep talking, instinctively finding the balance V needs.

The Clothes Exchange War:

Misaki starts the tradition by stealing one of V’s perfectly tailored coats, dramatically spinning in it like a kid trying on their parent’s clothes. V raises an eyebrow but doesn’t stop them. Later, V quietly takes one of Misaki’s oversized hoodies, citing practical reasons: “It’s comfortable.” Misaki sees right through him and makes a big deal out of it, grinning wildly. The cycle continues until both their wardrobes are hopelessly mixed.

Literal vs. Silly:

Misaki adores dropping completely nonsensical brainrot just to see how long it takes V to catch on. “Do you think pigeons have a secret society, or are they just vibing?” they ask one night. V’s deadpan response is a meticulous breakdown of why pigeons couldn’t possibly maintain an organized society, which makes Misaki burst into laughter. “You’re so fun to mess with,” they giggle, and V just shakes his head, muttering something about wasting time.

V’s Rare Humor:

Though he tries to maintain his serious image, Misaki has a way of coaxing humor out of V when no one else can. They catch him off guard with their over-the-top antics, like dramatically reenacting a mission or joking about “assassin life problems.” The first time V laughs out loud, Misaki freezes in shock, then immediately declares it their life’s mission to make him laugh more often.

Mutual Understanding:

Beneath the teasing and banter, they share a mutual understanding of the weight they each carry. V recognizes Misaki’s anxiety and low self-esteem, even when they try to hide it behind flirtation and chaos. He doesn’t pry but offers quiet reassurance through his actions, like methodically fixing something they’ve broken or simply being there when they need to vent. Misaki, in turn, recognizes how V isolates himself and works to chip away at his walls, one ridiculous joke at a time.

Annoyance Evolves into Affection:

At first, V tries to dismiss Misaki’s constant needling as a childish distraction, but over time, he finds himself seeking out their presence. Their energy, while overwhelming at times, becomes something he looks forward to—something that reminds him there’s more to life than endless missions and moral dilemmas. Misaki, for their part, loves dragging V into their chaotic world, secretly cherishing the moments when his guarded expression softens.

Their Own Kind of Teamwork:

Despite their vastly different personalities, V and Misaki make an unexpectedly effective team. Misaki’s spontaneity balances V’s meticulous planning, and V’s precision reins in Misaki’s impulsiveness. They bicker endlessly about strategy—Misaki always wanting to improvise, V insisting on structure—but in the heat of the moment, they move seamlessly, their trust in each other unspoken but absolute.

The Quiet Nights:

On rare nights when neither of them has work, Misaki will pull V into watching cartoons or playing silly games, while V sits beside them with a book or meticulously cleans a weapon. Misaki constantly glances over, waiting for him to crack a smile at something ridiculous on screen. When he finally does, Misaki rests their head on his shoulder with a satisfied grin, whispering, “Knew you’d like it.” V doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t pull away either.

V x Misaki New Year Headcanons

Misaki's Chaotic Countdown Plans:

Misaki insists on doing something “unforgettable” for New Year’s Eve, dragging V to several events in one night. Think rooftop parties, impromptu fireworks at questionable locations, and an unscheduled stop at a late-night arcade to “beat the high score before the year ends.”

V's Subtle Excitement:

While V prefers quiet reflection over raucous celebrations, he secretly looks forward to how Misaki will spice up the night. He won’t admit it, but the unpredictability of Misaki’s plans brings a spark of excitement he rarely experiences.

Matching Accessories:

Misaki sneaks in a “couples’ tradition,” surprising V with matching New Year’s-themed pins or bracelets. V grumbles about the frivolity but still wears it the entire night. Misaki catches him adjusting the pin later, hiding a smirk.

Fireworks and Reflections:

Misaki is all about making loud resolutions while fireworks burst in the background. Meanwhile, V quietly reflects on the year, his gaze softening when he looks at Misaki. He doesn’t make resolutions out loud, but in his heart, his goal is simple: to protect and cherish Misaki.

Shared Midnight Moment:

As the clock strikes midnight, Misaki yells “Happy New Year!” at the top of their lungs, pulling V into a spontaneous kiss. V stiffens initially but quickly relaxes, holding them tightly as fireworks explode in the distance.

V x Misaki New Year Oneshot

The streets were alive with the hum of New Year’s Eve energy: neon lights bouncing off damp pavement, the smell of roasted chestnuts mixing with distant bursts of gunpowder from early fireworks. Misaki, bundled up in a scarf two sizes too big, tugged at V’s gloved hand.

“Come on, V! We’re gonna miss the good fireworks if you keep walking like a tired grandpa.” Misaki’s voice bubbled with excitement, their feet practically skipping over the cobblestones.

“I’m not walking like a grandpa,” V deadpanned, his voice calm as always. “I’m walking cautiously. Which you should consider, given the ice.”

Misaki laughed, spinning around to face him, nearly tripping in the process. V’s quick reflexes steadied them with a firm grip on their elbow. “See? Always the hero,” Misaki teased, flashing him a grin that made his chest ache in ways he didn’t quite understand yet.

“Someone has to keep you upright,” he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest smirk.

The two finally reached the park’s hilltop, where a small crowd had gathered for the midnight fireworks display. Misaki pulled out a thermos of hot cocoa from their bag, handing it to V with a triumphant flourish.

“Prepared, as always,” they said, winking.

V accepted it with a quiet “thank you,” sipping the warm drink as Misaki flitted around, chattering about resolutions they’d probably forget by February.

“I’m gonna learn a new language! Oh, and cook more! And maybe—oh, we should adopt a stray dog together! That’d be cute, right?”

“You don’t even feed yourself properly,” V pointed out, but there was no bite in his tone.

“Exactly why I need you to balance me out,” Misaki shot back, their eyes sparkling. “You’re like…my stability guru or something.”

As the final minutes of the year ticked away, Misaki leaned against V, their chaotic energy finally quieting. “You know, you’re kinda my favorite thing about this year,” they said softly, almost shyly.

V glanced down, surprised by the vulnerability in their voice. “You’re important to me too,” he admitted, his voice low but steady.

The crowd began counting down. Ten. Nine. Eight. Misaki grabbed his hand again, their fingers intertwining.

“Three…two…”

It was clumsy and full of mismatched energy, but V found himself leaning into it, his other hand sliding to rest on their waist. The fireworks exploded above them, painting the night sky in bursts of gold and silver.

When they finally broke apart, Misaki beamed up at him. “Happy New Year, Vigilante.”

V shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Happy New Year, Misaki.”

And for the first time in years, the turn of the calendar didn’t feel like just another day to V. It felt like the beginning of something brighter.

Ronin x Misaki Headcanons

Chaotic Energy Meets Devilry:

Misaki’s wild, unpredictable antics are both endearing and amusing to Ronin. While Misaki runs around, tripping over their feet and dragging Ronin into chaos, he watches with a devilish smirk, fully committed to fueling their whirlwind energy.

Mutual Toying:

Ronin sees Misaki as his ultimate plaything—entertaining, clever, and brimming with surprises. Misaki, in turn, delights in teasing him back, whether by stealing his coat for "fashion purposes" or deliberately poking at his over-the-top devilish persona to make him crack a smile.

Gifts and Keepsakes:

Misaki’s love for giving trinkets and handmade gifts drives Ronin to reciprocate in his own twisted way. He might leave something chillingly thoughtful—like a necklace crafted from a bullet shell he saved during a particularly memorable fight. Misaki would treasure it as “aesthetic!”

Comfort in Chaos:

When Misaki spirals into their anxious moments, Ronin’s presence becomes grounding in an unexpected way. He doesn’t coddle them but instead offers sharp, precise truths that cut through their self-doubt. “You? Disappoint me? Not even in your dreams, sweetheart.”

Flirtation as a Language:

Misaki’s playful flirting perfectly matches Ronin’s darker, more suggestive banter. Every compliment Misaki throws is met with something like, “Careful, darling. Keep talking like that, and I might think you’re asking for trouble.”

Ronin's Soft Spot:

While Ronin thrives on chaos, he has a secret weakness for Misaki’s small acts of affection. When they fall asleep mid-movie with their head on his shoulder, he doesn’t move, no matter how much he wants to—because, in that moment, they’re the one person who can make him feel human again.

Joint Mischief:

Together, they’re an unstoppable force of chaos. Misaki distracts their target with their bubbly energy while Ronin moves in for the kill, smirking at the perfect harmony of their “performance.”

Protective Tendencies:

Ronin may joke about leaving Misaki to their own devices, but the truth is he’s fiercely protective. The moment he senses someone even thinking about hurting them, his devilish grin sharpens, and his eyes glint with danger. “Mess with them, and I’ll show you what real fear looks like.”

Pushing Buttons:

Misaki constantly tests Ronin’s patience by doing things like decorating his weapons with cute stickers. To their surprise, he doesn’t remove them. Instead, he waves around a knife with a sparkly rainbow decal, saying, “Intimidation and flair. You’re onto something, doll.”

Unbreakable Bond:

Their connection is magnetic—Ronin thrives on Misaki’s chaotic light, while Misaki finds solace in his dark confidence. Together, they embody a blend of mayhem and loyalty that only strengthens over time.

2. Teasing Turns to Trust:

Their relationship starts with playful banter. Misaki loves teasing Ronin about his “Devil” persona, while Ronin pretends to be annoyed by their antics. “You think I’m cute, don’t you?” Misaki teases one day, leaning into his space.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Ronin replies, his voice low and dangerous. “You might not like what happens if I do.”

Despite the banter, Misaki senses there’s more to him. They catch glimpses of his softer side—how he hesitates before delivering a finishing blow or how he watches them when he thinks they’re not looking.

3. Vulnerability in the Darkness:

The first crack in Ronin’s walls happens when Misaki spirals into self-doubt after a failed job. They try to mask it with their usual bubbly energy, but Ronin sees through it. “Stop pretending,” he says bluntly, his voice gentler than they expect. “You don’t have to put on a show for me.”

That moment stays with Misaki. They realize Ronin isn’t just the devilish figure he pretends to be; he genuinely cares about them. And for Ronin, seeing Misaki’s raw vulnerability stirs something he hasn’t felt in a long time—an urge to protect, not just out of obligation, but because they matter.

5. Obsession Blossoms:

Ronin becomes obsessed with Misaki in a way he’s never been with anyone else. Their chaos keeps him on his toes, their laughter breaks through his darkness, and their unwavering belief in him makes him feel seen. For Misaki, Ronin’s intensity is both thrilling and comforting—he’s the first person who doesn’t dismiss their energy as foolishness or their fears as weakness.

They start spending more time together, often under the guise of “work.” Misaki drags him to random, chaotic outings—like sneaking into an abandoned carnival at midnight—while Ronin insists on teaching them self-defense, though it often devolves into playful sparring matches.

6. The Confession – A Battle of Wills:

Their love story crescendos in an argument. Misaki accuses Ronin of shutting them out, while Ronin retorts that they don’t take anything seriously.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Misaki shouts, their voice breaking. “I’m scared, okay? Scared you’ll get tired of me, that I’m just some annoying little joke to you!”

Ronin freezes. For the first time, his cocky smirk falters. He steps closer, his voice low and steady. “You think I’d waste my time on someone I don’t care about? You’re not just some joke, Misaki. You’re everything.”

Misaki’s eyes well up, and they punch his chest lightly, muttering, “You’re such a jerk.” Ronin laughs softly, pulling them into a rare, genuine hug. “Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”

7. Love in Chaos:

From that moment, they’re inseparable. Their love is fiery and chaotic, but also surprisingly tender. Misaki continues to poke at Ronin’s dark persona, while Ronin takes every opportunity to remind them that they’re his greatest obsession. Together, they’re a perfect storm—a blend of chaos and devilry, bound by a love that thrives in the shadows.

Ronin x Misaki New Year Oneshot

It’s late on New Year’s Eve, and the city hums with the energy of fresh beginnings, fireworks, and cheers. The chill in the air bites at the skin, but inside the small, dimly-lit apartment, there’s warmth. A single candle flickers on the table, casting a soft glow that barely touches the edges of the room. The TV plays in the background, but it’s drowned out by the sound of Misaki’s delighted laughter.

Ronin walks through the door, a dark silhouette framed by the dim streetlight outside. He’s wearing his signature grin, his eyes glinting with the thrill of another job completed. His crowbar is still clutched tightly in his hand, streaked with blood. His coat flares behind him, and he steps inside with an air of quiet satisfaction.

The second the door closes behind him, Misaki leaps from the couch, their face lit up in excitement.

“Did you do it?” they ask, their voice practically vibrating with energy.

Ronin lets out a slow chuckle, his grin widening as he walks toward them. “Did what?” he purrs, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “You don’t think I’d forget about my little mischief maker now, do you?”

Misaki’s face lights up as they hold out the gift. “A New Year’s present, for you!” They’re practically glowing with pride, their hands trembling slightly from the excitement. A small bouquet of lilies, their petals soft and pristine, are carefully cradled in their palms.

Ronin looks at the flowers, then back at Misaki, a brief flash of surprise crossing his features. A moment of stillness follows before he snorts in amusement. “Lilies?” he asks, arching a brow. “You know I’m the Devil, right?”

Misaki giggles, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they step closer, offering the bouquet. “It’s symbolic!” they explain, their voice rising in excitement. “The lilies are about purity, and well—” Misaki looks him up and down, “—I figured you could use some of that. Plus, they smell nice!”

Ronin raises his brows in mock offense but takes the flowers nonetheless, his fingers brushing Misaki’s as he takes them from their hands. His usual sardonic smile returns as he inhales deeply, letting the floral scent fill his senses. “Purity, huh?” he mutters, his voice low and teasing. “Is that what you think I am? Some kind of saint?”

Misaki just laughs, walking past him and plopping back down on the couch, their feet kicking in the air. “Well, compared to the last person you murdered, sure. Maybe you are a saint.”

Ronin turns to face them, his grin twisting into something sharper, more devilish. “Don’t make me regret this,” he says, his tone switching from playful to dangerously low. He tosses the crowbar onto the table with a soft clink, the blood staining the polished wood.

Misaki, unfazed, grins back, holding up their hands as if surrendering. “Okay, okay, no need to get all devil-y on me. I just thought it was funny.” They pause, giggling to themselves again. “And I wanted to see you smile.”

Ronin’s smirk softens ever so slightly as he walks over to them, standing just a few feet away, leaning against the wall. He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze shifting from Misaki to the lilies in his hand. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight,” he mutters.

Misaki beams. “Well, of course, you are in a good mood,” they say, dropping their feet to the floor and crossing their legs. “The New Year’s coming, you just did your thing, and you’ve got me right here.” They give him a cheeky wink. “Plus, I’ve got a whole year to spoil you, so it’s basically perfect.”

The Devil tilts his head, studying them. For a moment, the grin falters, his eyes softening just enough that anyone else might not have noticed. But Misaki does.

"Is that so?" Ronin asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. He slowly lowers himself onto the couch next to them, his body tense, yet his posture relaxed for once. The bloodied crowbar is forgotten as he turns to face Misaki, their laughter still echoing in the background.

Misaki doesn’t immediately respond but instead leans their head against Ronin’s shoulder. “Yeah. It’s perfect,” they murmur, before laughing again. “You’ve got your demons, I’ve got my chaos, but we’ve got each other. What could be better?”

Ronin lets out a soft chuckle, resting his head against theirs. “I’m glad you think so, doll. Just don’t think I’ll go easy on you now.”

Misaki’s giggles fade into something deeper, a soft warmth filling the space between them. “You wouldn’t be Ronin if you did,” they reply, their fingers trailing over the lilies, twisting them gently in his hand.

With one final glance at the flowers, Ronin finally sets them down on the table, his lips curling into that devilish smile. “No. I suppose not. But don’t forget who you’re dealing with.”

Misaki snorts, already pulling themself back up to their feet. “Yeah, yeah, the Devil and all that,” they tease. “You’re still gonna love these lilies.”

And for the first time in a long while, Ronin’s eyes flicker with something that’s almost tenderness as he watches them bounce around, unable to sit still. His obsession grows in ways he doesn’t fully understand, but for the first time, he finds himself craving something other than blood.

It’s the beginning of a twisted New Year.

Ronin x Misaki New Year Headcanons

New Year's Chaos: Ronin doesn’t do resolutions—he does chaos. But he’ll make an exception when it comes to Misaki. As midnight approaches, they’re both caught up in the energy of the evening, teasing and laughing like they’re the only two people in the world. Misaki might even drag him into a crazy street celebration, holding onto his hand as they dance under the fireworks. Ronin, ever the devil, will gladly play along, spinning Misaki in circles while making dark jokes about "the end of the world."

Gifts with a Twist: Ronin doesn’t believe in gifts, but for Misaki, he’ll always find a way to make it personal. His gifts might be unexpected—a blood-stained bandana with a smug “wear it if you dare” or a new weapon to add to their collection. For them, even a gift is a challenge. Misaki, in turn, loves to give Ronin odd trinkets, like the lilies—something that pulls him out of his dark world and into theirs.

Affection in Chaos: Their affection is deeply chaotic. Misaki will kiss Ronin on the cheek just to see if he’ll react, while Ronin will definitely flirt with Misaki just to make them squirm. It’s a twisted push and pull, where affection is hidden behind the chaos, but both of them know it’s real.

Protective Devil: For all the chaos, Ronin’s darker, protective side shows when it comes to Misaki. He may joke about causing destruction and ruin, but when it comes to Misaki, he’ll go to any lengths to keep them safe.

Matching Chaos: They’re a perfect match in madness. Misaki's lighthearted, reckless energy meets Ronin’s devilish, dangerous nature. Their love is like a fire burning wildly—untamed, chaotic, and dangerously beautiful.

Ronin x Angel Headcanons

The Devil's Angel: Despite their chaotic history and twisted dynamic, there’s an undeniable understanding between Ronin and Angel. They’re two halves of a whole—one dark, one seemingly light—but both deeply broken and haunted by their pasts. Angel’s perfectionism and her thirst for approval mirror Ronin’s need for chaos and recognition. They’ve found that, in some strange way, they make each other feel validated, even if it’s not always in the healthiest ways.

The Flirtation-Fueled Friendship: Their flirtations are an art form. Every comment, every look, every move they make is part of a dangerous game. What makes their bond so intoxicating is that, while it’s rooted in genuine attraction and affection, it’s also tinged with danger. Ronin teases and toys with Angel constantly, calling her “his perfect angel” but always with that devilish undertone. Meanwhile, Angel loves playing along—knowing she’s a challenge to him. She pushes his buttons, trying to get him to be serious for once, but he always deflects.

Mutual Obsession with Killing: Angel’s view on killing is complicated. She only kills when it feels justified, when it’s for a cause she believes in. Ronin, on the other hand, kills for the thrill of it, but Angel’s presence in his life is one of the few things that keeps him from spiraling too far into pure chaos. He respects her enough to let her set the boundaries—he’ll kill for the fun of it, but only when she’s not around. Angel, on the other hand, is fiercely protective of Ronin. She’s always willing to kill for him, but never out of malice—only when she believes he needs protection. However, if it’s someone who’s truly harmed him or has become a threat to her, she’ll act without hesitation.

Protecting Each Other’s Vulnerabilities: Neither Ronin nor Angel let others see their vulnerabilities—except when they’re with each other. Angel knows that beneath Ronin’s devil-may-care attitude is someone deeply wounded, and she respects him enough not to push him too far. She’s also the one person who can make Ronin open up about his feelings, even if it’s through playful jabs or sarcastic comments. Similarly, Ronin is the only one who’s ever truly seen through Angel’s perfectionist facade. He sees her insecurities, and rather than exploiting them, he understands them. He’s seen the true Angel—the one who loves so easily but fears rejection more than anything else. He teases her about her “need for validation,” but at the same time, he’s the one who gives it to her when no one else can.

With Ther: Ronin’s relationship is laced with the shadow of Ther, Ronin’s first love. When Angel and Ronin first got together, it was, in part, due to their shared trauma. Ronin couldn’t help but see Ther in Angel’s eyes, and Angel found solace in someone who could truly understand her struggles. While Ronin projected his feelings for Ther onto Angel, she was subconsciously drawn to Ronin because he felt like a safer version of the men she had loved in the past—someone who could respect her boundaries without exploiting them. However, as time went on, they realized that their bond was more about coping with loss than genuine romantic love. They both used each other to process their respective heartbreaks, but once that phase passed, they came to understand that they were better off as friends.

Complicated Loyalty: While their romantic relationship is in the past, their loyalty to one another is unshakable. Angel might claim that she’s “over” her darker urges, but deep down, she knows she’d kill for Ronin if it ever came to it. He’s the only one she trusts completely. Similarly, Ronin would kill anyone who posed a threat to Angel. While he respects her wishes to not be “saved,” he knows her martyr complex all too well—and if it ever goes too far, he’ll drag her out of it, no matter what.

Their Relationship Now: Their friendship is built on a unique form of mutual understanding—one where they don’t need to be anything other than themselves. Ronin and Angel don’t need to prove anything to each other anymore. They’ve been through the worst of their respective emotional chaos, and now they simply exist as the only two people who truly understand each other’s darkness. They can go months without seeing each other and pick up right where they left off, exchanging knowing looks and quiet laughter. However, their unspoken bond is thick with tension. It’s not quite romantic, but it’s not just friendship either. The line is incredibly blurred.

Falling Apart, Then Together Again: After their breakup, both Ronin and Angel struggled to find their footing. Ronin didn’t take the breakup well, struggling to stop seeing Angel as Ther. Angel, on the other hand, found herself questioning everything. She’d been in love with the idea of having someone who understood her darkness, but she knew that she couldn’t continue down that path. Still, despite everything, she can’t help but feel like there’s a part of her that’s always drawn to Ronin. Even when they’re not together, they find themselves gravitating toward one another, silently supportive, waiting for the other to make a move.

Playful Dominance: When it comes to Ronin’s attitude towards Angel, he’s always teasing her about her perfectionism. But he also finds it strangely endearing—his version of affection. Angel, in turn, knows that Ronin’s playfulness is more than just teasing; it’s his way of showing love. She plays into his jokes, matching his flirtations with her own sarcasm, but she knows when to stop and when to push back. There’s a constant dance between them—who’s in control today? Angel never lets Ronin fully dominate her, and Ronin likes it that way. Their relationship thrives on this playful back-and-forth of dominance and submission, but never to the point of serious conflict.

Ronin’s Quiet Affection for Angel: Ronin may be chaotic and unpredictable, but with Angel, there’s an undeniable tenderness beneath the surface. He might joke about her being his "perfect angel," but deep down, he sees her as more than just a reflection of his past. She’s his, in her own broken way, and he’ll protect her from everything that threatens her, even if that means breaking a few rules. Angel’s perfect, messy, and twisted, and that’s exactly what Ronin needs. He can’t love her the way he once did, but in his own twisted way, he loves her deeply—and he knows she’s always been the one person who could make him feel understood, without all the theatrics.

Ronin x Angel New Year Oneshot

The city was alive with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and distant fireworks. It was New Year's Eve, and as the clock ticked toward midnight, the world outside seemed to pulse with anticipation. But inside the dimly lit apartment, the only sounds were the soft rustle of a bottle being uncorked and the gentle hum of a television playing in the background.

Angel sat perched on the armrest of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring out the window with an unreadable expression. The glass of champagne in her hand was half-empty, but her attention wasn’t on the drink. It was on the reflection of the city lights that danced in her eyes. Ronin leaned against the wall opposite her, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he inspected his crowbar. The crimson stain on the metal was almost gleaming under the dim light.

“You’re bloodier than usual tonight,” Angel remarked dryly, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Ronin didn’t look up. "The night’s still young," he muttered. He didn’t need to say more; he knew Angel understood. She had a way of reading between his lines, a trait he’d come to appreciate far more than he cared to admit.

Angel tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. "You’re not thinking of starting the new year off with more bloodshed, are you?"

Ronin smirked. “Why not? It’s tradition.”

Angel’s gaze softened. She could see the familiar gleam in his eyes—the one that wasn’t entirely playful, the one that reminded her of their past together. There was a thrill in chaos, in destruction, that neither of them could completely leave behind. But, tonight... tonight was different. It wasn’t just about blood or carnage. It was about the fleeting, unspoken connection between them.

With a sudden, unexpected movement, Angel stood and walked over to him. She held out a bouquet of white lilies, their delicate petals contrasting against the steel of Ronin’s figure. He raised an eyebrow, a moment of surprise breaking his usual facade of indifference.

“Happy New Year, Ronin,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. "For what it’s worth, I think you’ve changed... for the better. Even if you won't admit it."

Ronin stared at the lilies for a long moment, then met her eyes. His smirk faded, replaced with something deeper—an emotion he wasn’t ready to name, but felt all the same.

“You always did like your flowers,” he teased lightly, but there was warmth beneath his words. “You really think I’ve changed, Angel?”

Angel chuckled softly, the sound like a quiet, melodic sigh. “Maybe not changed. But you’re... less broken than you used to be.”

Ronin let out a low chuckle, a sharp, almost bittersweet sound. “And you’re still the perfect angel, huh?”

“I’m trying,” Angel said with a small smile, her gaze flicking to the lilies she had handed him. "You're still the devil I know, though."

With a swift motion, Ronin grabbed the bouquet from her hands, then tugged her close with surprising tenderness. The flowers crushed against the side of her face as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Happy New Year, Angel,” he murmured, the words carrying a weight that neither of them had ever been able to express before.

He could feel her breath hitch, and for a brief moment, time slowed. There was no need for further words. They didn’t need to say everything they were feeling. The moment was enough.

As the countdown began in the background, the flickering of fireworks lighting up the night sky outside, Ronin held Angel close, not as a lover, not as a killer, but as two broken souls who found solace in the chaos they shared.

When the clock struck midnight, they didn’t share a kiss. They didn’t need to. They were already in sync, in their own way. The world outside erupted in celebration, but for Ronin and Angel, the new year had already begun, quietly, in their shared silence.

Headcanons for Ronin x Angel on New Year’s Eve

Reflection and Change: New Year’s Eve is a time of quiet introspection for both of them. Ronin and Angel don’t make resolutions, but they do reflect on how far they’ve come—together and apart. Ronin might look back at how he’s learned to manage his chaos, while Angel contemplates how she’s finally begun to heal, even if she doesn’t admit it.

Celebrating in Silence: Neither Ronin nor Angel are big on grand celebrations. They prefer a quiet night together, free from the noise and bustle of crowds. They might watch the fireworks from the window, or just enjoy the peace of being with someone who truly understands them without needing to put on a façade.

Symbolic Gifts: Angel chooses to give Ronin a bouquet of white lilies on New Year’s Eve, a symbol of her quiet affection. It’s not flashy or romantic in the traditional sense, but the gesture is meaningful. For Ronin, it’s the first time he’s ever truly felt seen for who he is—both broken and whole—without needing to pretend.

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Subtle Flirting and Affection: Their flirting remains as sharp as ever, but it’s softer, gentler on New Year’s Eve. There’s a sort of unspoken tenderness in the way they interact, a mutual understanding that the bond between them is more complex than the chaos of their past relationship.

The Devil’s Protection: Even though their relationship is no longer romantic, Ronin is still fiercely protective of Angel. He won’t let anyone hurt her, not even herself. If she’s ever in danger, he’ll spring into action without a second thought. But Angel has learned to trust her own instincts and doesn’t always need saving, though she knows Ronin would do it in a heartbeat.

No Need for Words: Ronin and Angel’s dynamic is such that they don’t always need to speak to communicate. A simple look, a gesture, is enough. They’ve grown so accustomed to each other that their silence can be just as intimate as their words.

Celebrating in Their Own Way: The fireworks and celebrations outside don’t interest them. Instead, they find their own way of marking the occasion: a quiet drink, a shared laugh over something silly, and a moment of silent connection where nothing else matters.

The Unspoken Bond: The New Year marks another year in their co-dependent friendship, a relationship built on mutual understanding and a shared darkness. They may never be fully healed, but they’ve found something more meaningful in each other—a bond that doesn’t need explanation.

A Quiet New Year's Eve Kiss (Optional): It could happen, if they both feel like giving in to the moment—no words, just the feeling of finally being at peace with each other. A kiss to signify that, even after everything, they still have each other. But even if it doesn’t happen, the night still feels complete.

Ronin’s Reflection: Ronin doesn’t usually take time to reflect on the past year, but with Angel by his side, he can’t help but think about how much he’s changed. He may not show it, but deep down, the bond with her has allowed him to stop looking for ghosts in others and to finally start letting go of Ther—even if he doesn’t admit it.

FELUCA

Headcanons for Feli and Luca:

Long-distance Comfort: Despite the physical distance, Feli and Luca never feel apart. The emotional connection they share makes the distance easy to bear. Feli’s disability adds another layer of comfort—Luca always makes sure they can keep in touch without overwhelming her.

Luca’s Golden Retriever Energy: Luca is the type to send random, funny texts to Feli at all hours of the day. Sometimes, he’ll send her memes he thinks are hilarious, or just ask about her day with a lot of energy. He tends to act like an excited puppy around her, constantly trying to make her smile.

Feli’s Teasing: Feli’s affection is often shown through playful teasing. She loves to make fun of Luca’s overly cheerful nature or when he gets overly emotional, but she does it out of affection. If anyone else were to tease Luca, she’d be quick to defend him, even if she was the one who started it.

Late-Night Calls: Feli and Luca are known for their late-night talks that sometimes end in both of them falling asleep on call. If one wakes up early, they’ll sneak a screenshot of the other’s sleeping face, and the next day, they share a laugh about it.

Luca’s Romantic Gestures: Luca doesn’t hide his feelings for Feli. If he finds something that reminds him of her, he’ll send it immediately, whether it’s a song, a small gift, or even a sappy fanfic he thinks she’ll find funny. His love is pure and blunt—he’s not shy about showing her how much he cares.

Feli’s Romantic Walls: Though she’s fallen for Luca, Feli tries to keep her feelings under wraps. She doesn’t want to make things complicated between them, so she hides her emotions. She tends to express her affection through teasing and caring gestures, but keeps her deeper feelings guarded—especially when she’s unsure of Luca’s feelings.

Sappy Texts: They’re often sending each other ridiculously cheesy texts. Feli will call Luca her “favorite goofball,” while Luca will respond with something over-the-top sweet. They both know it’s all in fun, but there’s a deep affection in their words.

Mutual Support: Luca helps Feli in ways she doesn’t even ask for. If she’s feeling down, he’s the first one to try to cheer her up with a ridiculous joke or a heartwarming message. Feli, in turn, supports Luca through his moments of self-doubt, reminding him how amazing he is even when he doesn't believe it.

In-Person Meetings: If they ever get the chance to meet, it’s going to be a chaotic but heartwarming event. Luca would be so excited to meet Feli in person, and Feli, though reserved, would feel a mix of nervousness and overwhelming happiness.

Their Future: Both have hints of romantic feelings for each other but are scared to confess them. Feli fears ruining the friendship, and Luca is too oblivious to realize his own feelings. They’ll keep being the best of friends for now, but their bond is undeniable.

Feli x Luca New Year Headcanons

New Year's Countdown: Feli and Luca have a long-standing tradition of ringing in the new year together, despite the distance. They always stay up late on a voice call, talking about their favorite memories from the past year and making silly resolutions that they both know they’ll never keep. Feli loves teasing Luca about his overly optimistic resolutions, while Luca playfully insists on sticking to them, often exaggerating them for comedic effect.

Midnight Confessions: At the stroke of midnight, they always share an inside joke or a sweet, sappy message to each other. Feli, being a little mischievous, might send something dramatic like, “I have a confession to make… I’m in love with you.” Luca, still a little clueless but charmed, would respond with, “I know, it’s so obvious! I’m not blind, Feli.” They both laugh, knowing the unspoken truth, but neither is quite ready to admit it out loud just yet.

The Sweetest New Year's Morning: After the celebrations, they have a small tradition where they send each other the first text of the year, always with something like, “Happy New Year, sunshine!” or “You make my year better just by being you.” Even if they don’t get to spend the day together, it’s a ritual that helps them feel connected despite the distance.

The Cozy New Year Call: Since Feli can’t walk, Luca makes sure to spend the entire day with her over text, sending her pictures of whatever he’s doing, whether it’s enjoying some leftover New Year's snacks or playing video games. Feli teases him, calling him a "mischievous child," but secretly loves the attention. They both share their New Year's plans and sometimes do silly activities together like video games or watching movies, even if it’s from different locations.

Gift-Giving: Luca always gets Feli something cute for the new year, whether it’s a small gift or a heartfelt handwritten letter, which Feli adores. It’s always personal, and she teases him for being too sappy. In return, Feli makes Luca a handmade card or sends him something she made herself, perhaps a painting or a little something from her favorite things. It's their way of showing affection without needing grand gestures, keeping it simple but meaningful.

Feli x Luca New Year One-shot

New Year’s Eve

The clock was ticking, the sound of the seconds echoing in their heads as Feli and Luca prepared for their annual New Year’s Eve ritual. It wasn’t anything fancy—just two best friends, talking about their day, teasing each other relentlessly, and waiting for the moment when the world would welcome a new year.

Feli’s room was cozy, filled with soft lights from her fairy string lights and the faint hum of her favorite music playing in the background. Luca was, as always, in his cozy hoodie, curled up on his bed, a little too excited to be anywhere but with Feli.

“You know, it’s not the same without you here,” Luca said, his voice full of that innocent sincerity he always had when talking to her.

Feli chuckled, “Oh, please, Luca. You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a time zone difference.”

“But still,” Luca insisted. “I feel like something’s missing if we’re not together for this.”

Feli smiled softly, her heart warming at his words. Despite his over-the-top personality, Luca had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel special.

The countdown began, Feli couldn’t help herself. “Luca, I have a confession to make,” she said, teasingly.

“Oh?” Luca’s voice perked up. “What is it?”

“I love you,” Feli said, her tone light and playful, yet her heart pounded in her chest.

There was a long pause before Luca burst into laughter. “Yeah, I know! It’s so obvious! I’m not blind, you know!” he teased back, making Feli roll her eyes with affection.

They both laughed together, the sound ringing through their call. Even though neither of them said the words out loud—at least not fully—they both understood what was in their hearts.

Midnight struck, they shared a quiet moment. Feli’s screen was filled with Luca’s wide, goofy grin, and she felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest.

“Happy New Year, Feli,” Luca said, his voice full of sweetness.

“Happy New Year, you giant dork,” she responded, affection lacing her words.

Feli’s fingers hovered over the screen, her teasing smile softening into something more genuine. “You know, one of these days, we’re actually going to meet in person, right?”

Luca’s eyes sparkled. “Of course, and when we do, I’m getting you the biggest hug. You better be ready for it!”

Feli laughed, shaking her head. “You and your hugs. I’m not sure I’ll survive it.”

“You will. I promise,” Luca replied with a wink.

And as the year turned, Feli couldn’t help but think that, maybe, just maybe, they’d have more than just the same old conversations next year. Maybe they’d share more moments, more memories. Maybe—just maybe—they’d start a whole new chapter together. But for now, she was content, happy to ring in the new year with her boyfriend

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