#kota writing

[littleplantfreak]

Happy 100 followers!! For the request event, can I request the prompt "Bringing their bento to them at work when they forgot it at home?" As for the characters, I'll make that a dealer's choice! Pick between any 4-5 characters you like!

Hi foxx!!!! I kinda mixed it up a bit so they didn't sound to repetitive, but I hope you like them :D

I chose Sako, Hiragi, Suo, and Choji since I don't give them enough love.

Sako Kota

"Fujiwara, I need at least a draft of the contract by 2:00PM today or we'll have to cancel the meeting at 4:00PM." Sako sighs, his arms crossed as he looks at the paralegal, pushing down his irritation enough that he won't snap, although Sako's icy expression is more than enough to send the other man on his way in a frantic attempt to correct his mistake.

Sitting down at his desk, he checks the clock and sees it's about lunchtime. It gives the paralegal time to get the appropriate documents together, and he would never fess up to it, but he does tend to get prickly if he hasn't eaten in a while. He never fails to perk up when you make him food, and today is no different. You both usually make your lunches together, but work ran late for him yesterday, and he never got the chance. The guilt he felt was quickly wiped away when he came home to your sleepy face waiting up for him on the couch.

"Welcome home," You'd said sweetly before shuffling towards him in your slippers and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I already made us lunch, so don't worry about it and come cuddle with me, please?" The way you helped him with his coat and tugged the wrist of his shirt, leading him to your bedroom, had his shoulders relaxing and the stress bleeding out of him slow but steady. He didn't even think to check the fridge the morning after, having slept past his first alarm due to his fatigue.

Which leaves him here now, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, wondering if he's got enough time to order from one of the food places on his block and get back in time to read what will hopefully be a wonderful contract that he has to do very little editing on.

His text tone goes off, the little chime specifically chosen by you when you two first started dating.

[Look out your window, please owo)/*!]

A quick spin of his office chair has him looking down at you from the second floor. Not even bothering with his phone, he's walking down to meet you. Before he can even open his mouth, you blurt out something first.  

"I didn't wanna bother you, but I realized I forgot to put it on the counter this morning," A bashful smile playing on your lips, as you try to collect yourself a bit. Sako's oncoming headache that was building up suddenly stopped like a TV being flipped off by a remote. The bento wrapped neatly in your outstretched hand felt more like treasure than lunch as he takes on the weight of it, two of his fingers slipping through the tied fabric before he settles his other hand under it for stability.  

"It's not a bother; you know you can come visit whenever you want." He says, but seeing your eyebrows knit together, he's sure you're still worried about it. He places a swift kiss right where the wrinkle's formed, and he brushes it smooth with a soft swipe of his thumb before stepping back a bit, cheeks starting to heat a bit. "If you have time...we can share it in my office before lunch ends?" He says, though the end sounds more question than statement.

"I'd like that a lot," you laugh, showing him your matching box, nestled in your backpack. He doesn't spare a glance at Fujiwara, but as he walks by with you, he tells him to take his time with the draft and go for lunch. His own is going to be a little longer today.

Hiragi Toma

The hours the boxing gym Hiragi owns are later than normal. He likes being able to run his errands in the morning, and then get to the gym by 11:00 where someone will always be waiting to come in regardless of the weather. Unlocking the door, he's greeted with the sight of his lunch on the counter, and he wonders briefly if he forgot to bring it home yesterday to be cleaned, settling the keys on the ring behind his desk and walking over to it.

"Did you miss me?" You ask, poking your fingers in each side of his waist, laughing as he jerks away with a jesus christ and a groan. His arms crossed around his torso, still hiding where you've stabbed at him just in case you try for a second attack. His eyes full of betrayal at you have you gasping for breath. He forgot he gave you the spare key in case he ever needed you to open for him, which he guesses is his own fault for not considering you might use it for evil.

"You're a menace," He's grumbling, straightening up to full height.

"Yeah, but you love this menace," Your voice singsongs before adding, "this menace also brought the bento you forgot this morning, so don't you think I deserve a reward?" The cheshire grin on your face has him shuddering at what you might want your reward to be.

He's heaving out a sigh, and before he knows it, "What do you want?" comes out a bit harsher than he meant it to.

"Rude way to ask, but Ume and his girlfriend are planning a camping trip..." You trail off, already batting your lashes at him, knowing he's getting the best angle for your puppy dog eyes, though he's pretty much used to them by now. You can see the gears shifting as he thinks while he cups the back of your head and just...takes you in. Either the eyes worked wonders or he's feeling needy today, because you usually only get those eyes when you're at home.

"'s been a while since we've taken a trip, huh?" He asks, smoothing your hair down, waiting on your answer.

"Yeah...I guess it has." You say, seriously now that you're matching his energy. The last trip you both took together was months ago; both of you just got busier with work, and never planned another one. Hiragi thinks it's about time to rectify that.

"I heard one of our bands is playing in the town over next month. I'll grab tickets for it later, and," He pauses for a second to hang his head, "you can tell Umemiya's girlfriend we'll go on the camping trip too." The look lighting up on your face has him almost feeling okay, though the thought of spending a trip with Ume has his stomach tying little knots.

"Oh my god I love you so much! Enjoy your lunch. I'd eat with you, but I've got a camping brunch to attend." Tiptoeing up to kiss him proves quite easy when he's actually leaning down for you instead of teasing and saying you've gotta work harder for it. The way his hand grabs at your hip, thumb digging in slightly, tells you how appreciative he'll be for you bringing him food later tonight.

Parting from you takes more willpower than he'd thought, but he catches the mailman coming through the door in his peripheral and knows he'll only stand there gawking if Hiragi doesn't grab the mail from him. He notes how you've waited till the day of this so-called camping brunch to attack him and nearly huffs a laugh at your strategy, knowing he would've bent either way. He watches you practically skip out, turning back to wave, before walking out the door. Mail thrown on the counter, he decides his best bet is to eat while it's still quiet, knowing later in the day he'll be too busy. Maybe he'll shoot a text to Umemiya thanking him for the invite, too. Maybe.

Suo Hayato

Your phone rings as you're on the train, and you look around you before answering it, making sure to speak softly so as not to bother anyone.

"Did you forget something this morning?" Suo's voice asks coolly from the other line. You tilt your head a bit confused at the question, and he laughs. "You look like a puppy when you do that head tilt," and you huff, looking around to make sure he's not actually on the train with you.

"I hate when you do that," you pout, leaning into the speaker to hear him better. "I have my purse. My keys...I kissed you twice before I left...can I have a hint?" The hand that runs through your hair pushes it back in exasperation.

"Last time you forgot this at home, you cried in the bathroom at work." A jolt goes through you, followed by a sheepish chuckle on your end. He knows just how much you value the lunches he makes you every day, and that day had been especially stressful, building up until your forgotten lunch was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. "Your train arrives in about...8 minutes right?" he hums as if to check the clock. "I'll be at the station when you get there."

"Hayato darling...it's snowing," It's not enough to delay the trains, but it certainly isn't warm out either. The concern in your voice is apparent, and that warms him more than anything else.

"I'll make sure to warm myself up when you get here," he teases, knowing you'll understand just how he intends to warm himself up.

"Wha- fine! If you get sick, I'm calling off to take care of you this time, though." You grumble before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. He's not particularly delicate, but the last time he was sick, he insisted he was fine until you found him face first on the living room floor with an insanely high fever.

The way the cold causes his cheeks to bleed rose-red is the exact same as that time, though you can see the clarity in his eye where there hadn't been when he was swaddled up to his chin being fed soup for three days. He's holding an umbrella, his long scarf wrapped stylishly around his neck.

"Can't have you going hungry, love." Smiling, he passes your lunch over to you before stepping closer into your space, bringing you undercover of his umbrella. "Mind if I escort you to work? I have a few errands to run, so I'll take my leave from there," he says, allowing you to wrap your arm around his own. It looks like a formal way to walk with a lover, but it gives you both enough flexibility to shift here and there, looking at storefronts or the snowflakes feathering down to the ground.

You grab his hand and kiss it before he does it to you, catching him off guard for a moment before his sly smile mirrors your own. "Pretty bold of you. Is this my thanks for bringing lunch?"

"Part of it, but really I just wanted to try it. You're always doing it to me, so I wanted to see if it made your heart flutter like it does mine." Oh, there's that blatant honesty he loves so much that he'd kiss you breathless right now if he could. He's a gentleman, though, so he opts to mimic your earlier move, watching your expression change to the sweet little fluster he's used to, even though you knew he'd do it. He knows when you dig in later, you'll also make that cute face that comes every time you eat his cooking, and he can't wait to be able to see it later tonight during dinner.

Choji Tomiyama

Choji's sleep schedule is screwed. Bar tending most nights would normally be rough on a person, but he can sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere. Your sleep schedule is only screwed every so often when you get the urge to wait up for him. His meals are kind of everywhere too, since he wants breakfast when he wakes up in the afternoon, and then has his 'lunch' right before work.

Dinner comes around 8:00 or 9:00PM, and usually he'll just order something from the kitchen before it closes, but Togame brought over leftovers earlier that you knew Choji would love. Togame would've taken it himself, had he not had a women's self defense class to teach around the time Choji would normally eat.

So here you are, wading through people laughing and pool bets being made to your left. The bar is full of people, and it's not even a weekend. You never have trouble finding your boyfriend, though, because he's always got a crowd around him. When he first started, it was a part-time thing. Something to try while he figured out what he wanted to do as a real job. But once he got the drinks down, he started making his own, and with that came a trick or two. Leading up to the present, he's doing one of his easier tricks, flipping and spinning his tumbler with a shot or two of vodka in it around his back as the crowd of already tipsy people cheer. He makes excellent tips, and is content doing this full time for the foreseeable future. You figure you can always leave his dinner to one of his less busy coworkers, but a flash of blonde in the corner of your eye darting towards you has you bracing your leg behind you waiting for impact.

Impact is quite the word for the way his body veers towards you latching on with a big oof coming from your chest as your arms wrap around him. His pretty eyes lock on to you, and he's never been happier. Usually you don't come visit because of how loud and chaotic it can get, but when you do, his energy doesn't wane for the rest of the night. The containers you're carrying in your hand register to him immediately.

"Did you eat yet?" you half-yell over the music and laughter, and he shakes his head.

"There was a bachelor party who took up most of the bar until about half an hour ago, so I didn't get to put an order in."

"Good thing Togame made extra, huh?" you grin, seeing that he knows it's his favorite dish. You've tried replicating it, and while it tastes great when you make it, Togame must have a secret to making it just that much better. You agree wholeheartedly, not competitive in the slightest when he's been nothing but wonderful to both you and Choji. Handing it over, he gives you a big wet kiss on the cheek and then goes back for the other one, longer than the first.

"I'm glad you came, even if it's just to bring me food. I missed you yesterday when you went shopping, and I couldn't see you before work," and the little hold he's got at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, has your heart doing loops in your throat.

"I guess I can stay for a few, if there's an empty stool somewhere near you..." you say trailing off when a quick peek shows every seat taken.

"Not a problem," He grins, grabbing a chair from the back and putting it close behind the bar where he works. You think you'll be in his way, but he actually works around you just fine, asking if you'll feed him whenever he makes a drink for someone. A mouthful of food and a swipe of a wet cloth across his face keeps his hands free enough to keep working while also getting his dinner in.

By the end of the night, he's actually allowed to leave early, and you walk home swinging your entwined hands as he's telling you about all the interesting patrons he's met before you showed up earlier. There's no better way you'd want to spend your night.

[nessberry]

The way hiragi wouldn't let anyone else touch sako and carried him so carefully didn't even jostle his body once and then protected his head when he was laying him down and "you didn't have to handle him so gently" the literal call out I was screaming and then wouldn't let togame touch him I'm tweaking I'm foaming at the mouth I'm rolling on the floor I'm sliding down the walls I'm hyperventilating I'm hearing colors and seeing sounds I love them

[megvmins]

FASHION corner (shishitoren edition)

a/n: a little fashion corner for 3 of my shishitoren boys. furin boys are to come next! let me know if you liked it!

warnings: love bites, kissing

TOGAME JO

loves anything that's easy to put on that's why he mostly prefers slipper or geta sandals. if it's not his monk clothes he leans into sweats because they are comfortable and easy to wear. if you ever need to go to some event where a tie is required he will hate every minute of having it on him but the sight of him ripping it off as soon as he can? totally worth it in your eyes. in addition, pulling him in by the tie to give him a smooch is a great way to make him think of ties less as a instrument of torture.

CHOJI TOMIYAMA

little bit of streetwear style but with funky t-shirts thrown into the mix and of course his signature love for chunky sneakers. with how restless choji is having the option for mobility in his clothes is a must. anything that's overly tight and hinders his movements is a no from him. he does enjoy wearing loose fitting bomber jacket similar to his shishitoren jacket and just envelop you in it. running up to you with a smile with a "gotcha!" and pulling you into him and the warmth of his jacket.

KOTA SAKO

a sucker for turtlenecks, gets cold pretty easily but wouldn't tell that to anyone. it works out for the both of you if you get too carried away and leave love bites on his neck, he got plenty of turtlenecks to cover up but even then he will absentmindedly play with the top of it and reveal them by accident just so someone can tease him about them later. he is very put together, almost doesn't fit the vibe shishitoren gives off with the jackets but somehow he makes it work effortlessly.

[vinomino]

Summer Beau

That boy from a long ago vacation.

Featuring: Uryu.S, Sako.K, Suo.H, Umemiya.H x fem!reader Contents: sfw kissing, angst w/o comfort

On the topic of boyfriends with your daughter, she suddenly asks, “Mom, who was the first boy you liked?” Memories of the summer you went to visit your relatives, flying to a different country flooded back into your head. That sickly sweet June that smelt like cherries, the month you met that boy you couldn’t forget. 

❀ Uryu.S

You met him by chance, at “Cactus” bakery, he helped you pick up all the coins that scattered across the ground when your purse ripped. “Thank you!” You rapidly bow your head as he pours the coins into your hands. Uryu simply nods, returning to pay for his bread and leaving the store. You notice a sunscreen bottle lying on the ground, did it belong to him? 

Uryu Sakaki, you learned his name from the cashier, apparently he frequents the bakery every day. The next day, at the same time, you waited for him. When you were about to give up and go home when he showed up with a boy that looked extremely similar to him. “Um! Excuse me, is this yours?” You hold out the sunblock. Uryu nods and takes it, his fingers brushing against yours, sending electrical shocks throughout your body. “Uryu, what do you say?” The other boy squints his eyes at him. Uryu looks back at you, mumbling out a thank you. “Sorry, he���s not much of a talker. I’m Seiryu Sakaki and I’m the older twin.” 

“Why does Uryu look so gloomy?” Tsubaki picks up on his advisor’s solemn mood. “It’s because the girl he’s been seeing for the past month is flying back home today. He’s just been moping around the whole day.” Seiryu explains. Tsubaki clicks his heels on the ground, placing both hands on Uryu’s shoulders, “Why are you sitting here?! Go after her!” He smacks Uryu’s back. In an instant, he fell into submission to his need, and he sprinted off. Rushing towards the house you were staying at, he began to frantically ring the bell. Your cousin comes out a bit annoyed, “If you’re looking for her, she already left for the airport.” 

He ran as fast as he could to the nearby airport, you were going to board that plane in less than an hour. Uryu pushes his way through the crowds, trying to find you. Whipping his head around the terminal, he fears that you’ll already— he spots you walking towards the gate. Uryu almost trips over his own feet as he scrambles towards you. “Uryu?! What are you doing here?” You stare shocked at the panting boy. “Why–” He grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours. It’s a harsh and needy kiss. You can hear your mom giggle behind you. Blushing, you break the kiss, staring into his shaky eyes before surging forward to quickly kiss the corner of his mouth. “Talk to me often okay?” Uryu watches you disappear into the gate and onto the plane, he’s still heaving and his lips are now tingling. 

❀ Sako.K

The sugary scent of coffee wafted throughout the air. Sako had taken you cafe hopping, trying different drinks and foods. “Try this one,” he slides the strawberry pancakes towards you. You take a bite of the berry-heavy batter, “It’s so good, you should try some too!” Holding out a piece of it on your fork for him. Sako felt his body heating up and it wasn’t because of the cashmere turtleneck he was wearing. He leaned in and ate the pancake right off the fork, the taste made him smile. 

But the smile disappeared quickly, it was the last day before you boarded your flight back home. You would be thousands of miles away from him and he wouldn’t even be able to count down the days when you’ll come back. It would be day for him and night for you. “That was great…” you stretch your arms above your head while stepping out of the cafe. “What should the rating be?” The little list you and him created, rating restaurants and cafes you two visited together. He wants to rate it one out of five, he couldn’t enjoy anything about the place when the thought of you leaving plagued his mind. “What do you want to rate it?” His hair moves with the breeze, blocking his view of you. “Five out of five, I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this one.” You giggled at him. 

Sako walked you back home, hand intertwined with yours. His hold on you kept getting tighter the closer your place was getting. You stand on the first step of the porch stairs, making you equal height to him. The sadness you were fighting off resurfaced, and tears trickled out of your eyes. Sako panicked, taking out his handkerchief and wiping your eyes, “Don’t cry…” How hypocritical of him when own his voice breaks. “I’ll miss you.” You sniffle into the cloth, it smells like his cologne. “We’ll keep in touch and we’ll see each other again.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead, “We’ll find a way back to each other.”

❀ Suo.H

His tassel earrings brush against you as you lay your head on his shoulder. The train takes both of you back to Makochi, you were exhausted after the day. A whole day spent having fun, going to shopping and entertainment districts. The plushie he bought for you is enclosed between your arms on your lap. “Are you sleepy?” He coos, eye peering down at you nodding off against him. You yawn, “Yeah…” 

“There’s still a while until we get back, take a little nap.” You shake your head at his suggestion, “No– if I fall asleep, I’ll be wasting the little time I have left with you.” Suo lets out a small ah. It brews a bitter feeling inside him. In just a month you’d become one of the most important people in his life and in less than 24 hours, you would be gone. He would have to cling to all the memories of the past 30 days, and he harshly swallows. “Shall I see you off?” You don’t look up at him and he’s glad you didn’t, his usual calm image was shattering. If you paid close enough attention, you would’ve been able to feel his breath slightly shaking. 

Squeezing the plush between your hands, you also rub your shoes together, creating a little friction. “No, I think I’ll start crying at the airport— everyone would be looking at me.” You stifle a chuckle, trying to make the situation humorous. “That would be pretty embarrassing.” Suo smiles as he teases you, he wants to keep teasing you, to keep hearing your laugh. You dread the moment the train stops at the platform. Suo sensed your tenseness, clasping one of your hands, he raises it to his lips and presses your knuckles against his lips, and you finally look at his face. “I don’t think I’ll be able to live with you.” He lightly jokes, covering up his real feelings. There it is, that laugh he loves so much escapes your lips.

❀ Umemiya.H

“Umemiya.” You spot him walking around town, his ears perked up at the sound of his name. “Good morning!” He beamed walking towards you. “This is for you. My uncle wanted to give you his old books.” For a delinquent, he didn’t seem like one at all, he didn’t look or act the part, especially his hobby of reading. Umemiya thanked you while accepting the bag. He was easy to talk to– to get along with, so it was inevitable that you grew closer to him. 

“Are you finished with the page?” He whispers into your hair, you wordlessly point out the line on the page you were reading. “Alright.” Umemiya takes the moment to admire you through the lens of his glasses. You were all cozied up against his chest, your foot knocked with his own when you shifted to keep yourself upright. You tap his arm that’s around your waist, signaling him to turn the page, he does. But you don’t notice that he stopped reading, too absorbed in the book, and he was too focused on the way your body fit right into his. It felt like it would be forever. 

His chest aches when he helps you pack, it was the end of the month and you were going back home. “Can…we keep in touch?” Umemiya glances at you, pausing the zipper of your suitcase midway. “Yeah sure, here’s my number.” He smiles as he takes the paper, and you return the smile, looking up at him. You already felt lovesick, even though he was still in front of you. Umemiya contemplates his next action, in a split second he has his lips on yours– kissing you breathlessly, kissing you so desperately that his whole body curves into yours. You lean your forehead against his, lips just a few millimeters apart, “You’ll come back to me right?” He whispers with urgency and you nod, placing your hands over his. 

❀ Your family never returned back to that country, too busy with work and you were kept up by school. Over time you fell out of touch with him, texts and calls were reduced to once a month, and the nail on the coffin was when you changed your number after getting a new phone. It’s been decades since and you simply moved on with your life, he had to have too as well. “Do you ever wish to meet him again?” Your daughter listened intently to your old story, and you softly chuckled at her question. “There’s no reason to dwell so far in the past.” 

[kankuroplease]

Uchiha bro scribbles for the morning 🖤

[moominpopzz]

Who up.. uh. kicking their.. demons? Demoning … their kicks.. fuckin somethinf

Messy lipstick kisses save me…

[trashcan3001]

You ever.....

You ever get an idea for a fanfiction, realise it's niche and second guess if you should even write it...

Wind Breaker, when I get the nerve Wind Breaker, Shishitoren's side members will be on sight!

(*Cough* Kanuma and Arima *Cough*)

[tealfruit]

anytime I try to listen to rap/hip-hop that matches my tastes, Spotify serves me up white people so I'm trying to go out of my way to find black artists I enjoy (cuz tbh I'm not big into the genre as a whole, a lot of it isn't to my taste, but ik there's some stuff out there I DO rly like and I KNOW it ain't all by white people) and like. my algorithm is so skewed that Spotify is unironically trying to throw Fall Out Boy into the queue between Lil Nas X and Kendrick Lamar

[fourthbagel]

kota, on main: this is what lovers do

aew commentary: they seem like very good friends 😊

[himbos-hotline]

can i request “I want you. I need you.” for the Golden Lovers?

The only one who’s hurt someone is me

Golden Lovers || 3.3k words || Angst/ Hurt/comfort

He just has to stop. Stop existing, stop gazing up at Kota like he's still something for Kenny to look at. Something bites at the middle of his stomach when Kota gets dropped at his feet moments later, a misplaced fear, an angry guilt, Kenny doesn't know but he knows that the ache is one of the worst things he's felt, ever. Kota's fingers brush against the top of shoe, so cautious yet it lights Kenny up with warmth and shuffling backwards, he sinks back into the chill of sadness that he's become akin too with the Bullet Club.

Happy belated Valentines day! Read on ao3 Requests: currently closed

He wishes his fingers would stop moving, that the itch that grows just under his skin would fade at least a little. The ring feels so familiar under his feet but as he stares through the ropes, it feels like he's looking into another world; a world where he doesn't even exist, at least not when he looks up and meets brown eyes, so warm and flooded with love it almost burns to look away. He swallows a little, pressing his wrapped palms into the cold metal hidden under the thin ring apron, trying to keep his hands busy.

He just has to stop. Stop existing, stop gazing up at Kota like he's still something for Kenny to look at. Something bites at the middle of his stomach when Kota gets dropped at his feet moments later, a misplaced fear, an angry guilt, Kenny doesn't know but he knows that the ache is one of the worst things he's felt, ever. Kota's fingers brush against the top of shoe, so cautious yet it lights Kenny up with warmth and shuffling backwards, he sinks back into the chill of sadness that he's become akin too with the Bullet Club. He watches Styles wobble unsteady on the floor and he moves without thinking. His feet chase through Kota's footsteps, hopping onto the canvas the same time his former lover springs onto the ropes.

Kenny doesn't know what shocks him back into existence but as he stares up at Kota, following the way dark brown hair falls, frizzing with the humidity, just barely blocking off the wetness that grows in the corner of Kota's eyes. Kenny spots himself in the heartbroken reflection and his hands tighten on the ring ropes. He can't, he blinks slowly forcing the pressure of tears back down into his stomach and he tries to apologize, even if it's on looks alone. He stares at Kota with nothing but regret. He knows he should have helped Styles, but he just couldn't, he wanted too, he needed too.

But in that moment, as the crowd held their breath, Kenny was suddenly twenty five again; lost in Kota's eyes, hands craving to map, to carve out the ache that settles just below Kota's skin. And he couldn't. Kota soars through the sky in slow motion and Kenny can't break eye contact until Styles wraps his lover's arms around his legs and drives his head into the canvas with a thud that echoes dully in Kenny's head as he climbs slowly into the ring. He stands by Styles’ side, staring at the sweat stained back pretending that he’s forced on his racing breath instead of the sound of Kota’s quiet sobs echoing around his skull, squeezing into a space between his permanent memories.

Something hits Kenny in the back of his head, thick and heavy and darkness flashes briefly across his eyes. He lays against the sweat stained canvas, breathing in the last wisps of Kota between the beatdown of heavy foots and fists. Pain bounces through his body like bullets slicing through his skin and finally, Kenny has an excuse for the tears that slowly fall into the canvas, he tastes the salt in his mouth when he parts his lips in a miserable smile.

He isn't sure who saved him or AJ but the arm that wraps around him is familiar and for a few seconds, between raspy breaths he expects to open his eyes, and see Kota's brown eyes gazing back, concerned. Matt's eyes aren't as bright as Kota's when Kenny looks into them later on, an icepack pressed against the back of his neck. Sure, Matt's eyes are the same brown; dark and rich and endless but as Kenny searches his face in Matt's reflection, they are dark and muddy like the bottom of a dyed up river bank.

"It's raining." Kenny says, not because he wants to speak; forcing words past his lips feels tiresome, but because Nick is tapping on his collarbone, Kenny pretends not to spot the anxiety that's rising slowly in the room. He smiles just because he has too. Because he knows, if he smiles, Matt and Nick will stop staring at him like he's about to break. Kenny isn't made of porcelain, he's barely that broken chipped pot everyone has in their gardens. He smiles, forcing it to reach his eyes and the Bucks brighten. "How longs it been raining?"

Matt looks at Nick who shrugs, half raising his shoulders in a way that makes his fingers slip off his collarbone and the small medical room goes quiet. "A while." Is the answer Matt settles on, kicking his legs slightly as he talks.

"Why, you hate the rain." Nick pipes up from his spot in the corner of the room. He stares up at Kenny and his eyes are so blue that Kenny almost sees himself in them; swaying and drowning in a sea of uncontrollable guilt. A guilt that sticks just behind his teeth when he opens his mouth to answer the question. He searches Nick's eyes, spots the anxiety and swallows down the fear of being seen. He shifts off the bench cautiously, nursing the bubble of control when Nick looks away first. He wobbles a little, feet unsteady on the chipped fake-marble floor.

It's so cold under his feet, so different to the chill of the ring apron that it shocks him a little, pushing an ache from his heels, twisting around Kenny's body like a vine wrapping its way around a dying flower; squeezing and digging and pulling at the lasts bits of humanity and, like a dying flower, Kenny takes one last little breathe before he straightens his back, leaving the Bucks staring at his back as he walks away.

He's slow at first, legs balancing unsteadily on his ankles, he feels his thighs rub together, knees knocking together as he speeds up. Slowly, like the flowers at a gravestone, he wilts, turning his reddening face away from the rain. It's cold as it weaves its way through his hair and almost, it feels like love. Love in the way he's used too.

Transactional and wrapped in a bandage of coldness. He presses his feet against the tarmac, hands gripping at one another, he laces his fingers between his hands and squeezes until the tips of his pinking fingers start to tingle. "Almost like someone’s here huh?" He tells himself, allowing his voice to tremble under the rumble of thunder.

Under the storm clouds, Kenny has never felt more alone. Without the warmth of love warming the scars on his back, he feels a chill biting down to his bones, chewing through his skin. He bends forwards, heaving in a breath and he sobs, letting his tears mix with the puddles growing at his feet. As he swallows the snot falling off his wet face, he feels the fire dampening in his stomach. Kota was always the star, but while Kenny sits alone, choking on his own tears, he has never felt more burnt up. He wanders around his brain, leaving footsteps in the rubble and sooty anger that builds like ice around his heart. Its heavy in his chest when he finally looks up at the sky.

There's no stars for Kenny to look up at as the storm rolls on over his head. Just an empty void of darkness that stares back down at him, dropping water into his eyes again. At first, he doesn't bring it away. He lets it roll down his face and imagines himself as a Roman statue, sculptured in something prettier than second-best marble with his tears and emotions plastered on sight for everyone to see. He imagines staring down at everyone, cold eyes void of feeling as they shift over the faceless crowd. He listens to them coo, pretending to hear the praise in someone else's voice. He shakes his head and blinks slowly at first, he's not a statue. Regardless of whether he likes it or not, Kenny is human. A painfully raw, painfully real human who betrayed the only person who made him feel like an angel.

He sees a shadow, almost a ghost floating just past his eyeline and hope melts the ice just a little around his heart. He blinks and sighs, lips twisting into what he hopes looks like a smile. "Hi Aj...you won."

"You bet I did! No thanks to you" Styles has a hood covering his eyes but Kenny doesn't need to look at him to know he's disappointed in him and a feeling pools in his stomach. Anger stokes the fire in stomach, watching as embers float just a little up to burn the blues of Kennys eyes. "What?" Styles spits, fixing the belt higher on his shoulder.

"Do you know what I did for you?" Kenny's voice doesn't wobble this time when he speaks. It raises over the thunder and as lightning flashes just behind the arena, it lights his eyes darker than the bottomless pit of the sea. "I-..."

"Betrayed Ibushi." AJ says it so easily, so flippantly that it feels almost like a knife twisting into Kenny's chest. He paws at the pain, twisting the handle. The knife twists deeply into Kenny's heart but he doesn't flinch, he's used to the stab of the knife that it's almost like home. But he nods, tugging the knife out his chest.

AJ isn't the only one who can play with knives. Kenny smiles a little, crooked teeth pressing into the fat of his bottom lip. "Yes, for the leader of the Bullet Club." He chuckles a little, thick and dry against his teeth. "That's the thing about being a leader. Every leader has their downfall." His voice is humming now, buzzing just a little in his ears. He pats Styles hard, Kennys cold hands coming down like vices. "Don't forget what I did to you."

AJ’s hands are heavy against Kenny’s chest; fingers press into the deep wound of Kenny's chest and he soaks in the pain. He shoves Styles back, fury moving his hands as the two of them scuffle. Kenny feels his nose crack between his eyes and the yelp that bubbles in his chest grows, spewing out of his mouth as a laugh.

He pins Styles against the dirt, hands pressed against the nape of his neck. "I will beat you, I will defeat you. I..-" Kenny gasps in air slowly, spewing blood across the shocked expression on AJ's face. He doesn't press down against Style's throat, he doesn't dig his claws into his prey. He simply rests the weight of his hips against his and smiles, licking at his bottom lip. "If not for me. For Bullet Club." Thunder rolls over the two of them and Kenny rolls of Styles, spitting blood at the top of AJ's head. "I did everything for you. Now you'll do something for me."

Kneeling in the rain, Kenny presses his eyebrows together, sneering as Styles nods, rolling over like a scolded puppy and Kenny feels as surgeof a feeling flood his brain with dopamine. "Alan." He spits, shoving Styles' face into the tarmac, "You will tell the boys, ever single fucking one of them. Matt, Nick, Hell- even Cody. That Ibushi is mine. He is off limits." He presses his palm into AJ's hair, listening to the way he hisses, trying to claw for the title. "You understand?"

He follows the path that AJ's eyes are tracing and Kenny shifts off his knees, just enough to spread his legs. He pins the title under his knee and smirks. "I'm coming for this. I'm coming for you." He stands slowly, aching body trembling under the thin fabric of his hoodie. Kenny swallows and holds a hand out for Styles to take and he smiles a little when he does. Pulling the other man up, Kenny feels himself settle back into his body. The chill bites at his skin and his skin burns distantly on the side of his face, the palms of his hands sting with dirt from the road. "Was my message clear?" He asks, voice soft.

Aj nods, bending down to grab the title. "I get that you’re upset." He says instead of answering Kenny's question. "But you don't take this shit out on me. Right?" He shoves Kenny and his sneakers wobble a little on the wet tarmac and Kenny winces a little when he loses his balance on the floor, the back of his head hitting against the tarmac. He stares up at AJ, his brown hair falling over his face as the rain plasters it to his face. "BC picked you up when you had nothing, when he left you." Aj's spit is warm on Kenny's stinging face and he nudges his foot into Kenny's armpit, barely hard enough to hurt but enough to make Kenny squirm, struggling to sit up. "we made you." He pats Kenny on the head, quick and dismissive, huffing a little when the palm of his hand comes back damn and sticky. "You need us."

Kenny stares at his palms as the door clothes behind him. His jeans are damp and the warmth of his own blood twists its way down the back of his neck. It aches a little when he sits up, pressing his knees into the stained, wet ground. He heaves in a breathe, sinks into the burn of the rash growing on the base of his wrists. He stands, feeling the stinging joints of his knees crack just under his skin as he walks, head down and shoulders hunched against the rain.

The streets are awkward and long under Kenny's feet and his scuffed sneakers drag against the pavement, he tucks his elbows inwards, keeping his eyes focused on his shoes. He tries to make himself smaller as he walks, only stopping to gaze up at the lights of the cross walk. It flashes from red to green and Kenny sighs, letting himself get lost in the mass of people. He listens to distant conversations as he wanders through the streets, smiles at a woman whose nose wrinkles a little in concern when she spots the bruise growing on his cheek.

He walks until his feet ache and he's so cold that Kenny almost feels like a ghost haunting the halls of the hotel. He doesn't have a room there, but as the receptionist looks up he waves. He knows Kota will be there, it's the same hotel they always used to stay in. With his bright golden walls and swaying chandelier, it's fancier than what Kenny feels like he could ever afford and as he squashes awkwardly into the elevator, he feels painfully underdressed. He makes eye contact with himself through the rows of people and he sighs, scrubbing dried blood off the corner of his jaw with the wet sleeve of his hoodie. He knows Kota's room number off by heart, he always found a safety in sameness and through the aching fog that's growing in his brain, Kenny forces himself to remember.

Crumpling, shaking hands into his pockets, Kenny traces the number on the door with his eyes for longer than he wants to admit to himself. He shuffles his sneakers on the floor, swallows a breath and raises his hand to rap his knuckles against the white painted door. Dirty knuckles stain the pristine wood and before Kenny can knock louder the door opens. The first thing he notices is that Kota looks tired; he blinks almost like a cat at Kenny, lips trembling just a little as his face falls just a little. "What happened?" He asks, voice so quiet but so warm and Kenny isn't sure why the way Kota's fingers inch out slowly until his fingers brush against his wrist makes a heavy ache grow just behind his eyes. "I knew you were hurt." He settles on after a few moments of studying the way Kenny gazes at him, sadly. Apologetically.

"How?" Kenny whispers, pushing the word out through a thick layer of tears.

He didn't expect Kota to smile. "Because I know you Kenny-tan."

Kenny pretends that it doesn't hurt, he shivers in place under Kota's warm glare and he fights a smile, letting it sit across his face before his top lip curves upwards and the pressure behind his eyes breaks. He stumbles forward, legs finally slipping out from under him. He sobs, wet face pressed so deeply in the curve of Kota's neck that Kenny feels like the two of them are merging together. He doesn't know how long Kota stands in the doorway of his hotel room, cradling him closer and closer until Kota's shirt comes back stained with rain and rapidly drying blood. “I want you. I need you.” Kenny hiccups out, a little while later.

Kota presses a kiss, calming and gentle against the middle of his forehead. "You have me." He says it so quietly, almost like he's telling Kenny a secret. Something that's just for Kenny's ears to hear and through the emptiness, Kenny smiles. Not because he has too. But because for the first time in a while, Kenny feels genuinely happy. Kota weaves his fingers between his head, huffing out a small chuckle. "I preferred you blond." He pulls his hands away quickly, face shifting from gentleness to concern when Kenny winces. "Did I hurt you?"

Kenny looks away, eyes on the small pile of clothes tossed carelessly against the floor. "I hurt you. Earlier...I-I'm sorry..I didn't want too..I couldn't-"

He feels Kota's hands; warm, comforting, real settle either side of his face, the rough pads of his thumbs stroking slowly just under Kenny's eyes and Kenny pushes his face into Kota's hands breathing in heavily. "You hurt me, yes." He sighs when Kenny whimpers. He cups the base of Kenny's head and in the silence, Kenny half expects Kota to simply twist and pop his head off the top of his neck, to do anything that makes Kenny feel an ounce of the pain that he must have caused him. "But we have hurt each other before. Worse than that." He blinks at Kenny through the tears growing in his eyes and he settles yet another kiss to the middle of Kenny's forehead, letting his lips linger against his cold skin. "You are cold. And filthy, Will you let me bathe you?"

Kenny nods and reaches up from the space on the bed as Kota's hand reaches out for his. Their fingers brush nervously against each other's palms and that spark, familiar and golden skates through Kenny's veins. He stands, shivering and naked in the bathroom watching Kota swirl bubblebath into the steaming water and it stings, only a little, when he sinks into it. The water under a thin layer of soap bubbles turns pink and then brown as Kota brushes his fingers through Kenny's curls, runs a wet cloth across his shoulders and Kenny feels the weight on them melt into the bathtub. The rain still trickles outside but as Kota pulls a shirt over Kenny's head all he can hear is the slow way he breathes in, leaning back on his elbows to gaze up at him. "Much better."

Kenny shifts slowly, resting each leg either side of Kota's lap. He settles his head just under his chin, eyes closed. "I could break under all this love you give me. Why did you do all this? I hurt you."

"Because I love you Angel." Kenny flicks his eyes upwards, watching Kota's eyes lull just a little before he sinks back against the pillows, never once untangling his arms from around Kenny's waist. "I believe I will always love you." He whispers and Kenny leans up to kiss the nickname off his lips. He leans up to flick the overhead light off and smiles gently.

As Kenny balances and teeters on the edge of sleep, he wiggles his fingers against Kotas bare chest, praying that his fingers never learn to stop moving against his lover's skin.

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[littleplantfreak]

Kaji is an absolute beast at DDR. Few have seen him play, but his name is top of the leaderboard in the arcade. 

Kiryu prefers to go on vacations with his older sister rather than his parents. Also in my head she’s like this gorgeous COO for a hotel so she’ll take him with her on business trips when he won’t miss too much school. On the other hand what if she’s this cool tattoo artist who does piercings and hair on the side and that’s where he gets his done at? Either way I know I’d get down on one knee and propose if i met her.

Taiga has a few little fans at the local daycare that think he’s the coolest dude ever. If he’s on patrol near there, he shows them wrestling moves and teaches them safe ways to practice them with someone (whoever’s with him patrolling will be his (un)willing partner for this.) One of the little girls is convinced once she beats him, he has to marry her lmao.

Sako has a resting bitch face in public, but if someone’s struggling on what to order at a cafe or food place it snaps completely to one of polite attention, and morphs to an even excited starry eyed one if the person talks to him about other recommendations especially if it’s desserts.

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 74 - Smoke Signal

[finndoesntwantthis]

We gotta be patient, there’s gonna be a lot of heartbreak on the way, but I just know at the end of it all Kota is going to be the one to end the Jericho/Kenny of it all, remind Kenny who he really loves, and once again bring him and the Bucks together. For all we know he’s a double agent already working for the Bucks to save Kenny’s soul.

Personally, I hope this time Kota publicly in the middle of the ring abandons Kenny when he’s helping Jericho. I think he should shatter his heart into a million pieces to finally drive home just how wrong he is.

And stupid Jericho won’t understand what the big deal is, he will just brush off Kota abandoning them and act like it doesn’t matter and they don’t need him, and THAT will be the final straw for Kenny.

I think Kenny’s need to be loved (that he will never admit to) sometimes blinds him to who truly does love him in the end.

[eldesperadont]

Kenny disappeared from NJPW in 2019 and that place was filled with a man that couldnt be more of the polar opposite emotionally in Ibushis life. Jay White is Kennys direct successor as Bullet Club leader and top gaijin of the company, and he made sure to make Ibushis life absolute hell in the absence of his partner - and still Kota came out on top of their feud in the end..

hi im having thoughts about the 2019/2021 Ibushi/Jay rivalry and how them facing each other again cause of Kenny has me crazy

[thistledropkick]

Despe:

People often say stuff like "book*" but

I've never heard anyone say "book" in the office or backstage ya know lol

[*book as in the English language pro-wrestling slang "book" which he's written phonetically]

Ibushi:

What is "book"? (serious question)

Despe:

Like, Hatori-san would say back in the day, "The match was book-ed for U America at such and such place"

The closest nuance is like the word booking [*written phonetically in English]

Ibushi:

I see. I've never heard book either. "Book" lol The words pro wrestling fans use are so different than what pro wrestlers use, I can't understand them a lot of the time. Thanks very much. I understand now 🙇

Masada (replying to the original tweet):

I saw this on a post online and didn't know what it meant so I had to look it up lol

Despe:

You're perfect just the way you are ❤️

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Toko is changing, but I’m not sure on Syo.

...

...

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I'm the Ultimate Murderous Fiend, Genocide Jack! Or better yet, let's go with Genocide Jill!

What the fuck is this!?

Toko…what happened to you?

Not Toko! That's a loser name! And what happened is a textbook split personality! So what if one of them happens to be a serial killer!? You should turn a blind eye to one's faults!

Kyeehahahaha!

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Kota...I...I don't understand, why are you showing this?

Oh, well given you were around her far longer then anyone else, I'm rather surprise you were willing to become friends with someone like Genocide Jack and Future Foundation decided to protect her because she was an Ultimate.

In fact, isn't even more odd Hope's Peak kept this hidden for 2 years? I figure that as 'symbols of hope' they would want to do the right thing but they didn't...

In fact, how odd that Sayaka Maizono, the idol that Japan adores and loves had decided to trick your brother and frame him for murder; makes me wonder if that witch even care for him or I wonder who else she trample on to get to the top, eh?

Th-That's...!

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Komaru, don't listen to that asshole! He's just trying to get into your head and have you all doubt Future Foundation!

Still I can't believe that he's using our killing game against Future Foundation, sure they make mistakes and aren't perfect but still; keep holding on until we arrive.

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Ri-Right... sorry...

... (So that's his plan, he wants to make us doubt Future Foundation and side with him...)