#like i wanna point it out. i feel physically itchy when i cant go

[spinecurlingmice]

want to reblog anything and everything unfortunately i like giving notes like a Lot of notes on the things i like specifically in the tags that it's tiring to do so.

[cherrysha]

Uvo’s First Time With You

This is tooth rottingly sweet Uvo because i really cant help myself. im weak fr that big ass boi.

Requests are Open atm

Summary : I have this headcanon where Uvo doesn’t physically punish his girl *ahem* captive fr not wanting him... he just slips her a lil smthn smthn at dinner one night..

Word Count: 3,691

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, Yandere!Uvo, drugs, unprotected sex, cockwarming, kidnapping, tiniest mention of blood, mentions of violence, aaand I think thats it.

As per usual 18+ crowd here. No minors should be reading this.

He just sits there after dinner, quieter than usual as he waits for it to kick in.

His arm draped across the back of the couch and he just feels you slowly start to squirm around more and more, he lets his eyes wander over you.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah...it’s just.. really hot in here Uvo” you whisper to him.

And you saying his name like that,, already so needy for...something, has him trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“I’ll adjust the temperature for you then.”

And beFORE he even has a chance to get up your whining at him not to leave. (which is COMPLETELY out of character since you usually are uncomfortable just being around this giant of a man who quite literally kidnapped you)

“I just wanna lay down Uvo.. I don’t feel good”

And there it is again. Usually he can’t even get you to look him in the eye but nOW?! Your saying his name and clutching onto his t-shirt like ur fighting the urge to wrap yourself around him.

He nods his head, keeping a straight face as he gruffly replies with “Go lay down then”

You just let out an impatient sigh and bury your face into his side.

And the bastard KNOWS you want HIM to lay down with you!! But he wants to hear you say it. Wants to see that pretty blush on your face when you get flustered.

You whine out “Uvo...” and stare at him, mentally trying to communicate your need without having to say it out loud. Not really understanding what you want, or maybe you do but you’re so far in denial that you don’t want to acknowledge it.

“Tell me what you want or I won’t give you anything at all.”

And he watches as a pout makes its way across your features.

With a huff you crawl into his lap, arms reaching as far up his tall frame as they can to grip onto his shirt again. Pressing yourself completely against him. You make eye contact for the first time that night.

“I - I want you to lay down with me... please Uvo?”

To say he’s shocked is an understatement

The man is beyond words. It’s only been 15 minutes since he slipped you the drugs and you’re already more comfortable with him than you’ve been since he took you months ago.

“All you had to do was ask sweetheart.”

It’s only been seconds from your statement and you don’t even care about laying down anymore. Can’t even really remember that you were having a conversation or what it was even about. All you can think of now is how hot you are, how your clothing is too itchy and constricting. Your skin is on fire.

Uvo’s body temperature is way hotter than yours normally, and even now he’s still very warm. But to you it feels like heaven. His warmth like a soothing balm over your skin.

“Uvo I need.. I need to take this off” you squirm and try your hardest not to fall off his lap as you wrestle out of your shirt.

His grip on your hips tightens a little. You miss the groan that manages to pass through his lips, too distracted with your own mission of getting out of the straight jacket of a shirt.

He watches you for a minute, panting at the way you’re accidentally grinding down on him. So focused on getting comfortable that you completely forget where your sitting, or that Uvo’s eyes are watching you undress.

“L-Lets get you into bed first sugar” and he removes your clenched fists from the fabric of your shirt. He’s playing the part of an innocent man, but his true motive is that he wants to savor this. He doesn’t want to rush through the moment so quickly that he doesn’t have time to truly indulge in it. To drown in it.

At this point the drugs are kicking in HARD. All you can think of is your need for.. something. You just need it. And the frustration from the denial is mixing with the pain in your gut.

“No Uvo! I need it off.. all of it off! Please it hurts so bad. Please Uvo...”

You’re crying now, hitting his chest weakly with your closed fists.

Uvo’s lap us soaked from the wetness betwen your thighs. He’s not sure if you even notice. That along with the way you’re throwing your little hissy fit, squirming all over him has his head leaning back against the couch, stifling the moan that’s threatening to make it past his clenched jaw.

He collects himself, taking a deep breath before standing up, hands firmly planted on your ass to keep you as close as possible to his body.

He’s so tall that he has you pressed against his lower abdomen, your legs wrapped as far around his trunk of a torso as they can.

Your moving harder in his hands, panting as he takes you up the stairs.

At first he thinks youre struggling to get away from him, so used to your rejection that it takes him a minute to realize you’re rubbing your clothed crotch against his stomach, sighing at the friction of it.

You don’t even realize your doing it tbh. The drugs clouding your mind of any awareness you had. All you know is that moving your hips is making the pain in your gut a little more tolerable.

Uvo stops and just watches. Your breathing heavy as you rub yourself against him, little whispers of his name passing through your parted lips.

He realizes in that moment that he’s a goner. He expected this to be different, expected you to fight against it tooth and nail just like you fought against him over the months he’s had you. He knows you won’t stay this needy, but even now the intimacy you’ve shown him is enough to last him years to come. He’s prepared to go through whatever means necessary to feel this again.

You don’t even register he’s stopped or his heavy gaze watching you intently. You grab his shirt, hiking it up so you can feel the dips and curves of his stomach, greedily soaking up the soothing warmth against your hands, your body still unconsciously moving against his now exposed chest. 

He listens to you moan in relief, watches as your face contorts in pleasure. Uvo starts walking again, albeit a little quicker this time. His mind wandering to the warm slick you’ve just covered his stomach with. He’s painfully hard, needing it just as much as you do.

And in all honesty I don’t think Uvo could deny you anything besides leaving him ofc.

So he gets you in bed and helps you remove everything besides your underwear even though you tried to take that off too and just waits for it... lays there and holds you, waiting for you to tell him what you want from him.

Yes, he could take you by force if he wanted to but this man craves your love and he knows if you give in willingly you know besides the fact he drugged you you’ll see him as your savior. There for you when your hurting, aching, desperately needing help. 

“Uvo.. please.. shirt off” is all he can make out of your incoherent mumbling.

And this fucker

“Your shirt is already off baby”

He’s making it difficult on purpose. Stringing you out so he can see you sob for him.

“No...no. You undress. Please? Please..”

And that’s enough.

His patience is wearing thin. Months and months of craving you. Wanting you to love him but only getting one word replies and scared tears had him yearning for your affection, to the point it made him sick.

He’s never wanted anything as desperately as he’s wanted you. And you wanting him back? He’ll do anything to have his feelings reciprocated.

He takes everything off, even stripping out of his boxers.

You sob when he pulls away to shuck out of his clothing, fat tears sliding down your face at the loss of his touch.

It only takes him seconds but it’s long enough to have you in hysterics

He shushes you, laying you on his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist. Running his fingers through your hair, whispering in your ear:

“It’s okay”

“I’m here”

“I’m not leaving you baby”

Until you’ve calmed down. His skin on yours is a godsend. You actually kiss him first, moving in as he’s whispering to you and catching him off guard.

It’s open mouthed and sloppy, your need making you desperate.

When he starts to kiss you back you whine into his mouth, not being able to stop yourself from moving your hips.

Uvo grunts, letting himself roll up against you; loving the squeak you let out into his mouth as his hands grasp your hips.

He could stop right now and it would still be the best moment of his life. His tongue in your mouth tasting your desire and his hips moving in tandem with yours. It’s heaven.

To you it’s pure ecstasy. You’ve never experienced this type of gut wrenching pain before. A need so desperate you’ll do anything to quell it.

Even if it meant letting your captor fuck you senseless.

You’re unashamed. There is no room in your head to think about such things when your body is on fire like this, burning as your floor muscles clench and unclench so hard it’s excruciating. Trying desperately to squeeze around something and adding to the fire when they find nothing.

The little drop of relief you felt with Uvo was enough to spur you on. If he was the cure then consequences be damned. You were trapped anyway.

You learned you couldn’t outrun him, definitely couldn’t fight him, and now you’d just proven that given a little push you’d actually be with him. You let the thoughts float away

If this was your bed, you’d lay in it.

“Y/n” he lets out a grunt as the spot between your thighs coats his cock through the soaked fabric of your panties.

“Y/n... let me take these off.”

You don’t respond. Instead you grind down harder against him.

Uvo tears the flimsy material off of you body, your bra following soon after.

He’s watching the way your breasts bounce at the force, eyes only ripping away when a high pitched whine leaves your throat.

Your eyes are closed, only focusing on his cock sliding between your folds with every glide of your hips.

Hot and thick, you sob with relief. And still, it wasn’t enough.

“Please Uvo”

“Please what baby? What do you want?”

And with the most conviction you’ve had tonight you beg him “I need you inside of me. Please Uvo. Make it stop.”

He’s breathless. You’ve never wanted anything. No gift would satisfy you, no amount of money could buy your love. And with one measly pill he’s got you writhing on top of him, begging for him to fill you up with his cock.

It gives him a head rush. The only thing you’ve ever asked for is to be stuffed full.

And we all know Uvo is packing some heat right?

Uvo even knows he’s huge, and right now this mans ain’t trying to tear you open unless you wanted him to.

Even though he wants nothing more than to simply seat himself fully inside the tight clutch of your warmth, and god how easy it’d be in this position to just pick you up and sit you down on his length, he flips over. Being careful not to use too much strength in his excited state, so you’re laying beneath him on the bed.

You’re disoriented, and by the time you even fully process what’s happened he’s got his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

You arch your back, vision going black and mouth opening into a silent scream with how hard you cum just from one drop of relief.

And he’s trying so fucking hard to keep it together. The way your eyes roll back and your sex already trying so desperately to milk him, tightly clenching and unclenching around his digit.

He’s sure you’re going to drive him mad with desire.

You catch your breath and Uvo’s panting along with you too.

“Did that feel good baby?” And you nod up at him, still too dazed to speak.

“I bet you needed that huh?” smiling down at you, eyes blown wide with lust.

But even though his finger is plenty thick enough, it’s like your body KNOWS that it wasn’t his cock. You still ache for him, the release just pouring gasoline to the flames licking up your spine.

Your voice is just a whisper when you ask him

“More...” you look up at him, lips puffy and trails of tears running down your face. “Please”

And not for the first time tonight, Uvo almost snaps. He closes his eyes, blinking slowly before he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck baby... yeah, yeah I know what you want. Just. Just let me get you ready first okay?”

You give a reluctant nod and Uvo slides a second finger into you.

Any pain you feel at how thick he is, is masked by the spine curling burn in your veins. All you feel from the stretch is white hot pleasure.

And with a shaky breath your thanking him again, boosting his ego as he flicks his wrist to push and pull at the heat clutching around his fingers.

It feels like he’s stuck in a vice. So tight and wet for him... only ever for him. Eyes blown wide he watches as you shake beneath him, chasing any chance of stopping the pain you feel. He scissors his fingers open. He needs to stretch you out enough to fit.

When you start to get close again he pulls out. While he does want to draw this out, he mostly does it out of curiosity. Wants to see what you’ll do when denied your pleasure.

He gets his answer quickly as you let out a scream of frustration, moving your hands from the sheets beneath you to grip his hair, using all your strength to try and get his mouth down to yours in search of any piece of him you can get.

Obviously he doesn’t budge he’s like a thousand times stronger than you. BUT you do succeed in lifting yourself up to meet his lips, biting at them with a low growl in your throat.

For once in this relationship Uvo feels completely in control. He has you right where he wants you. Completely feral for him. Your reward is not only the return of his digits, but also a third finger fucking deeply into you as well.

“Lay back down” he growls out “ be a good girl for me again”

And you do. You’ll do anything for him. A sigh leaves your lips as the pain recedes, replaced with the pleasure Uvo is giving you. It towed a thin line between pain. Any time he slowed down it creeped into your consciousness again. He was your salvation, your only respite from whatever was doing this to you.

He’s your god, and after what felt like forever, he finally answers your prayers.

“S’gunna sting baby. Don’ wanna hurt you but I can’t... I can’t take any more.”

His fingers are gone. In their place is the head of his cock sliding between the soft petals of your pussy.

Uvo moans at the feeling. The feeling of you wanting him, slick and waiting for him.

Such a pretty little thing. He wants to mark you up, leave your body bruised with his signature. To feel the weight of your breasts in his mouth. Wants to bite down gently on your shoulder and taste the iron of your blood on his tongue. To feel your lips swallowing around him, to drown in the taste of your cunt as it clenches on his tongue. He wants every single part of you. But most of all, He wants to ruin you.

You moan, pulling him out of his reverie. “I - I need more Uvo! Not enough, please.”

All of those things can wait for now. His focus in this moment is on making you realize just how much you need him.

Gritting his teeth he slides the tip in, watching with wide eyes as it disappears inside of you.

It’s stretches you out, a whine escaping at the noticble sting of it. Uvo watches your face before slowly plunging deeper within you. You let out a cry as he stretches you out.

after a few pushes and pulls, slowly fucking you open Uvo finally sinks down until he’s fully sheathed inside, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He’s paralyzed for a moment, his attention solely on how warm and wet you are. It’s firm yet gentle around him. Better than everything he imagined. Like silk, only alive, and he swears he can feel your heartbeat enveloping him.

He buries his head in your neck, licking a stripe up a line of sweat until he’s kissing you again. Swallowing every whimper that slips past your swollen lips.

His mouth stays on yours as he slowly pulls back and ruts his hips against yours completely for the first time. You’re scratching his back and god he wishes you could mark him up. Wishes beyond measure that he could carry the sting of you wherever he goes.

“Yeah..right t-there. Fuck!”

 Your shy demeanor is being forcibly torn away. This is the first time he’s heard you curse, the sound of it making him let out a low growl. Thoughts of how he’s awoken some part of you he’d never seen before floating into his mind. his dirty little girl... he wonders how far he can push you until it becomes too much? It’s a question for another day. One where you’re used to taking his hard length, a day he’s not fucking you open.

“Tell me how you feel sweetheart”

You can’t even remember your own name, let alone construct a fully fledged sentence for the man above you. He’s pressing something deep within you that’s making your head even more dizzy than it was before. You clutch him as he rolls onto his back, laying you on his chest as he swivels his hips up into you, lazily grinding against your clit until your mewling.

“You needed this? Needed me? Just too shy to say it...”

He’s rambling, too far gone with pleasure to dice his words.

“Wanted to fill you up for a long time. You love this huh sweetheart? Love me inside of you like this.. so tight, made for me...All mine.” And then he quiets for a moment. His thoughts leading him elsewhere.

He pulls you tighter against his chest, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. Trailing his hand down to your clit, picking up the pace as he feels the beginning of your orgasm approach.

The pain is a distant memory at this point. The only feeling now was the all consuming pleasure Uvo was giving you. You try to writhe against him as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap, but his grip is iron clad on you. You’re so close, so close that your back starts to try to arch against him.

But with grunt he pulls completely out of you, steeling himself against the agonized wail that pass through your lips.

 “Tell me you love me y/n.”

The denial.. the pain slowly consuming you once again. Your cunt clenches around nothing, broken cries leaving your dry throat.

“Say it and I’ll make you feel better. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. “

He’s tense but his words are desperate. Brows furrowed as you try, and fail, to squirm out of his grip.

“Uvo...”

“Say it for me sweetheart.”

You gulp, the choice excruciatingly clear as the seconds tick on.

Uvo I ... I love you.” it’s whisper quiet but the way that his fucks back up into your aching core with renewed vigor is proof enough that he’s heard you.

Delirious with your confession he starts talking again. Mumbles interlaced with his sounds of pleasure of how good you are, how tight, how he’d kill anyone who harmed you, whatever you want is yours just say the word, he’s yours. All of him until he draws his last breath.

As he hits that sweet spot inside of you again and again and again the coil snaps. A pleasured cry wrenches what little voice you have left from your sore throat as you’re hit full force. You can’t help how your body thrashes to escape his grip. He makes you cum so hard you almost pass out, black dots clouding your vision as he stills inside of you.

He stops thinking, stops talking as his mouth falls open at the clench of your pussy around him. You squeeze his length, so hard that he doesn’t have to move to cum. He lets your body finish him as he plays with your clit, turning a deaf ear to your overstimulated whine. 

The feeling of your pussy milking the rest of his release inside of you quickly becoming addicting. He’s never cum so hard in his life.

Months of pent of frustration paint your walls, the warmth seeming to soothe what is left of the painful ache of the drugs in your system. You let out a sigh of relief and relax as Uvo moves so he can spoon you, making sure to stay firmly rooted between your legs.

He pets your hair and whispers praises between gentle kiseses to you neck. You must be so exhausted, he knows. You let your eyelids droop, nows not the time to think about consequences. With Uvo’s strong arms wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep, you let yourself be lulled to sleep.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Run run lost boy...

Living on the streets was definitely like living on hell.

Being kicked out and threaten to death after the... incident; Chisaki had no idea what to do... an cursed orphan could little to provide himself on a sick world like this... Heroes didn't even looked at him. Why would they? What importance would it give to them to help a abandoned dirty child on the streets?

He was alone and he accepted that quite easily for his dismay... after all. He has been alone as far as he could remember.

His feet were so sore... walking bare foot on the hot street and occasionally grass from parks let his skin all itchy and with bubbles.... yet he couldn't stop. He knew the risks of being a minor and walking alone... only God could provide his safety if there was even one... maybe he was abandoned by him as well...

His stomach growled as he hissed. Supporting himself on a wall of an alley to rub at his tummy... to his horror, his bones were staring to peak out under his shirt...

The last time he had eaten were hours before his quirk had activated for the very first time... and it had been days already. His eyes burned at the pain yet no tear came... he couldn't. He showed weakness once and look at what happened.

The boy only clenched his grip on the bare skin of his tummy and continued to walk.

A man walking on a bike shouted and he dodged quickly as he saw it with wide eyes the man shouting obscenities to him... His gaze travelled from the path the biker had took and his golden orbs gleamed at seing the huge street market.

His interested got the best of him and he could only gulp loudly as his feet carried his frail body to the market.

Dodging ocassionaly adults and disobedient whiny childs who begged for a toy or a pantry.

He stared at the place in wonder until he flinched at hearing a man shouting at the owner of some stand... The man hitted his hand harshly on the table and it happened to fall a onigiri right in front of his feet.

He frowned at it before crouching down to pick between his bony hands as he stared at it.... it had just fell on the ground and it even got some dirt around it... but he was just so hungry and weak..  He knew better than complain about the only edible thing he had been gifted.

His mouth invonluarialy salivated when he opened hesitantly.... disgust present on his face... yet he closed his eyes tightly and took a huge bite out of it....

God, how long has it been since he eaten something to just feel goosebumps at swallowing a piece of food? He even let out a shaky sigh as his hands trembled and eaten the rest of the thing like a animal... not caring anymore if he could get sick or not... he had to eat something. Anything...

"Good eh?" He widened his eyes at the voice above him and gasped before tripping and falling on his butt on the floor.

The man was smoking a cigarette while smirking down at him with crossed arms. A cap covering half of his sweaty and greasy face.

"The money runt. If you get something you have to paid for it." He growled as Chisaki gulped.

"I... don't have-" he grunted and clenched at the rough hand whose grabbed him by the hem of his torn out shirt and lifted him up on the air.

"Now listen here you street rat! Or you pay now or I am going to cut your hands outta of that limb body for you to learn how to not steal from the others!" He shouted, getting the attention of a bunch of the people around... but no one did anything.

He cried for the man to let go, screamed, kicked his legs to try to get out... nothing worked. He pressed his hands against the man's arm and hand but it did nothing.

Why?! Why wouldn't it work when he needed?! Why his curse couldn't just work?! Why couldn't he control it...?!

Tears started to gather on his eyes as desperation and the man only shouted louder at him. Grabbing a knife nearby with his free hand as Kai only squirmed even more to try to get out of the man's grasp.

"LET GO-!"

"No one steal from my stand boy!" He shouted back before he stopped on his tracks when a toy made of wood hit his head. Distracted enough he let go of chisaki whose fell on the ground harshly.

"Why don't you mess with someone of your size?!" A child's voice shouted and he looked up to see a kid, around his age or younger with tears on her eyes as she curled her fists on her little hands...

"What is that?!" The man cursed, holding onto the side of his face where the toy made a little cut "Wanna get punished as well you little brat?!"

The girl widened her eyes in fear before she crouched and picked a rock. Throwing on another's man head whose immediatly demanded to know whose was it.

"Him!" You pointed at the man as Chisaki only blinked as the males started to argue before he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him up from the ground.

"Come on!" You shouted and started to run, pulling him along with you, just when the man noticed you two had run off.

"GET THOSE LITTLE THIEFS!"

He could hear the shouts but the only thing his body could do was run along with as his mind tries to process why the heck you did that?... why were you risking yourself with... him?

You pulled him to an alley and gasped when both of you saw the salespeople running after you both.

"Here!" You started to climb as he only could follow... it was better than a bunch of old man trying to beat you up for a onigiri...

You two reached the rooftop but he widened his eyes at seing one of sailors had quirk which teleported him and another had wings.

Just when one of the wings went to grab your arm, he slapped his hand away before a hero passed by and got him.

Although the other was running towards you two.

"Dammit..." he muttered before he saw you looking at the edge of the building before looking at him.

"On three we jump, okay?" You breathed out as he widened his eyes.

"Arw you nu-"

"THREE!" you grabbed his hand and jumped, both of you screaming before falling onto bags of trash which prevented your fall to hurt you both.

"Where are they?!" You two looked at each other and hearing the voices up above before you grabbed his hand and lead him to hide on a hole it ha don one of the walls of the alley.

"Look around! Pests like them cant had gotten that far!"

"Come on dude. Let it be..." you two heard it and you put your finger on your lips while looking at him as he breathed in and out to catch his air back.

"Fine! Such a fucking prejudice though..."

The voices were getting away and away before you poked your head out of you guys hidding spot and giggled before crawling your way out. Patting your clothes out of dirt you after extended your hand at the hole where he was still curled up.

"Here. They're gone now.." your voice was so... soft. Caring. Sweet... he rarely got to hear someone talking like that to him as he slowly and hesitantly crawled his way out... but never touching your hand.

"You're okay?" You tilted your head and went to brush your fingers in his bony arm but he stepped back while looking away.

"I'm fine..." you demonstrated for one second a look of hurt but soon it was replaced by a relieved smile.

"I'm glad!" He looked at you hesitantly and frowned at how kind you were being towards him... it was clear as day that he didn't had nothing to give back... what did you want it?

"You're still hungry... aren't you?" You frowned at him as he tsked.

"No-" his body betrayed him when a loud growl was heard by both of you... his cheeks flushed at the sound and it got worse when you stiffled your chuckles by your two small and healthy hands... so different from his ones.

"I am hungry too.. I can pick something that is not from the ground though." You montioned for him to come and before he knew you grabbed his hand on yours and pulled him.

He clenched his jaw tight but didn't muttered a single sound as you dragged him. He occasionally looked at how well dressed you were compared to him... disapproving and weird looks that both of you received.

You pushed a glass door, making a bell sound to echo in the air as he looked around a what it seemed like a bakery... the air was so warm and the aroma of breads and cakes filled the space as he ocassionaly sniffed and sighed in content...

It was such a clean place... the ground could even show his own reflection as he looked at it... the contrast of his dirty and bony self to a classic clean noble place was huge...

"Go sit!" You chirped while letting go of his hand... for some reason... he looked at his hand and holded it with his other one... it felt... wrong. He never was one of physical contact... yet, he felt more empty than usual when your warm hand let go of his cold one.

He rubbed at his hand and walked around until he found somewhere to seat...it was so comfy and soft compared to the streets and benches he had to sleep on...

His golden orbs were fixated on the table before looking up to see you standing on your tip toes, talking to an old man whose smiled down at you and handed you a bag.

You jumped your way towards him and sit down on his side with a smile. His face lowered as if he wanted to hide between his shoulder blades. You searched don the bag and got a nice and fluffly kind of bun and placed on his front on a paper.

"Its a milk bread! Takashi-san is the best on doing those!" You smiled as he frowned and slowly uncurled his legs and stared at the bread in front of him... occasionally poking hesitantly.

You giggled at the aprehensive look he gave to you before you put your hands on teh table and bounced.

"Go on!" You encourage as he pursued his lips together with a frown before hesitantly grabbing the piece of bread between hsi trembling hands as he sniffed... taking a little bite before hsi golden eyes widened at it.

You looked at him eating desperately as he chugged down bread after bread on his mouth... crumbs stuck on his face as he could only be described at the moment as a animal whose was finally eating the hunt he so long searched for.

After eating he let out a little burp making him blush red as you giggled.

"Hope that was enough.." you smiled as he stared at you with parted lips before returning to look at his lap as he fidget with his hands.

"Why.. why this?" He spoke quietly, his voice scratchy and hoarse... how long has it been since he had a normal conversation? He didn't know.

"This what?"

"... I can't pay back..." he mumbled while scracthing lightly his forearm, not daring to look up "Dont have... money for it."

"I just wanted to help-" You smiled before hesitantly putting your hand on his shoulder yet retreading as he flinched harshly na d stared at you like if you had burned him.

"Sorry." You mumbled sadly "You don't like others to touch you, right?"

He could only nod warily as you brought your legs up to sit on them.

"Sorry. I wont do it again." You smiled as he breathed in and out before slowly lowering his guard. "Do you... have a name?"

"... Chisaki." He mumbled, looking down "Chisaki Kai..."

"That's a nice name." You said and pointed at yourself with a big tootheless smile "I'm (L/n) (Y/n)! But call me (Y/n)."

He looked warily at you before gulping and reaching for your hand... his skin felt warm again at only getting closer as you let his bony hand touch yours to test the waters...

Your hands reached up at the height of your chests as he stared at it... how soft and how perfect it was how you rand his hand got together.

"(Y/n)..." he tested on his own little scratchy voice before he looked up at the bell ringing... two males in black yukatas entered and talked with the old man occasionally.

"Oh... the yakusa" you muttered as he snatched his hand back at noticing the heat coming back to his cheeks.

"Ya..yaku..?"

"The yakusa. The Shie Hassaikai." You muttered with a smile as you pointed at the two males receiving a package the old man gave to them. "Those are the lower rank I guess... Takashi-san told me once. They only come pick up what the "big guy" demands."

"Its a mafia." He mused out loud as you nodded.

"You know. Takashi-san raised me since my parents died on a accident because a hero was fighting a villain... they were on a building where he was threw off and... happened." You sighed as he looked at you.

His parents were terrible and even called the heroes on him... and the one who helped him had their parents taken away of them because of one.

What kind of justice is this..?

"The big guy helped Takashi-san to raise me so basically we own them lots!" You smiled as he nodded with a poker face.

"(Y/n)-chan." The old man came up and Chisaki flinched away and got down from the seat "I'm sorry, but we need to close... this friend of yours can't stay here."

"But-!" You heard a bell ringing and gasped at sieng that Chisaki had left and ran out of the store before you whined when Takashi grabbed your arm.

"Kai-kun!!" He stopped on his tracks and looked at you aprehensively as you wiggled on the old man's grasp. "I want to see you again! Can we?! Pleaseee???"

He widened his eyes at your words as a breeze of wind passed by as his dark brow looks flew... despite the wind... his frail amd bony body were warm and... fuzzy.

For the first time... the muscles of his face moved... his lip moved on his own and curled up...

He smiled for the first every time on his life...

He nodded and his face flushed when you squealed and waved at him as the old man laughed. He waited for you to enter the bakery to start to walk again... but that never happened.

Because this day aparently were teh day his butt was going to be sore because goddammit another one he tumbles over and falls back.

"Oh. I'm sorry kid." A older voice pronounced as he grunted and looked up... the sun made it difficult to see the man's face "What the.. the state you're in boy, where are your parents?"

The mere mention of them made him shiver and the man quickly noticed that.

"I see... got no place to call it home..." he furrowed his eyebrows and crouched down on his level as he looked up.

"Say..." he looked up amd saw the face of the man as he blinked "What's your name?"

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Years passed by...

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The screech Mimic lwt put was enough for him to flinch and messed up on his a signature he was doing it on one of the papers.

His eye twitched before he let out a breath and got up only to be stopped by seing you entering his office... beautiful as always.

"The precepts today were glad that I brought goods of the bakery." You giggled while he allowed himself to take his mask off to let out a chuff and to pinch his bare nose with his gloved hand.

"Grown up ass adults and you come by to leave breads and cakes... what a great partner for our Shie Hassaiakai."

"Oh hush." You pouted while putting the trail on the coffe table and huffing with your hands on your hips "I'm sorry that I cant be perfect for the all mighty future leader of the Hassaikai boyfriend of mine!" You bowed mockingly as you snorted at the chuckled he let out.

"You're ridiculous..." he rested hsi head on his hands as you poked your tongue out.

"And you're boring." You placed down on his desk a plate as he eyed suspiciously before smirking.

"Milk bread I see." He grabbed a piece between his fingers and immediately put it on his mouth as he got up and you standed in front of him.

"How is that?"

"... Perfect." He allowed a rare smile to show on his lips as you smiled back at the man you had the pleasure of knowing even on his worst state.