#love koko and inui being here now

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

They're racing

No but why do I feel like Rindou and Inui would silently nod at each other, solidarity in driving their passenger princesses around

[n30n-l1ghts]

Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 2

Characters- Taiju, Inui, Koko, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Izana, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Benkei, Takeomi

Read the first part here

Proofread by my lovely partner @nxll-n4m3

Taiju-

Chat I think we know. I think we KNOW this man has a MONSTER cock chat. Ain't nobody arguing that. He's 6'5" and built like a fucking 18 wheeler, yeah no question he's hung. 8.7. and I KNOW that's unethical. Trust me, he knows it too. And he'd be more cocky about it if it didn't dissuade almost everyone from even attempting to take that. I feel like he wouldn't have much, if any experience. I can see him sleeping around a teensy bit to relieve stress and then getting really guilty about it. But then again, he's a very pious man, so I can also absolutely see him saving himself for marriage (though he might cheat a teensy bit with oral or mutual masturbation) speaking of which, this man is SO guilty about falling for a guy. You're gonna have to deal with the world's most internalized homophobe ever. Religious trauma is a hell of a thing. A swift topic change, grooming. I don't see him caring much, but he will tidy it up a bit if you want him to. All while very loudly grumble curses under his breath of course. Long, thick, black and surprisingly not all that curly.

Seishu-

He gives me the vibe of someone who can be surprisingly subby if he trusts you enough. But he'd need to REALLY trust you to be that vulnerable in your presence. He's absolutely a switch and I don't think he actually has much of a preference, apart from the fact that he's more top and dom leaning the less he knows you. Then again, he has to trust you a fair amount to get into bed with you anyways, this boy does not sleep around even a little. Actually he hates the idea and finds it a little scumbaggy. As for physical description, pretty middle of the road both in size and grooming. 6.2-3, absolutely a grower and not a shower. His cock is the same really pale colour as his skin. He keeps himself a little tidy down south, but can't be bothered to give it more than a trim every now and again. Wispy and blonde, honestly looks almost white in the right lighting.

Koko-

Fancy rich boy smells like fancy rich soap and fancy rich cologne. Nah jk, that man wears perfume not cologne, and honestly, more power to him, he pulls it the fuck off. I think he's very cleanly. Clean, orderly, and fancy shmancy. Tell me why I think he'd own stupid expensive lingerie? I know he would. He swears up down and sideways the first time you find them that they're not for him to wear (they totally are). Pretty big toy collection too, can't convince me otherwise. This man needs his ass ate, I don't make the rules, I just work here. He NEEDS IT. He's super clean down there so it's not gross or anything, and it's just about his favorite activity. In other words, eat the rich- (who said that-) decent 5.7, not particularly large, but enough to get the job done. He's another one I feel like honestly might prefer being clean shaven. He might have a small tuft of curly black hairs, but it would definitely be meticulously kept as he can't stand the feeling of too much hair down there, it annoys him to no end.

Ran-

Biggest tease. BIGGEST TEASE. Brat. BRAT. He's a switch, but by God is he a pain in the ass as a bottom. He doesn't know the meaning of the word submit. He will get on your nerves and try to provoke you until you're fed up and just bend him over the nearest surface. Lowkey gives me the vibe of an exhibitionist. Like, semi-public sex would turn him on so much. Drag him into a bathroom or random alleyway and he'll pop an instant boner. Definitely a brat taming kink and it goes both ways, it's just whoever feels like putting the other in their place, he's cool with it either way. Pull his hair, wrap your hand around his throat, he's a lil freaky freak like that. Really though, an experimentalist, he's willing to try damn near anything at least twice. Definitely has a fair amount of experience, total fuckboy over here. He has a revolving door of guys and gals that want to get in those pants. It's really not that hard to do, what is hard to do is get into that heart. (Cheesy I know) But seriously, if you somehow manage to actually bag this man, you have him under lock and key and he's yours forever, loyal as a dog despite what you might think. Probably about 6.10ish maybe pushing 7" when fully erect. Man's is six feet tall, he's got some length to him, just saying. I feel like he would stay on top of grooming pretty alright, largely because of how much he likes to sleep around, he needs to be presentable down there at all times just in case he randomly bags a hottie while he's out. After getting into a relationship, he's a bit more indifferent to it, but still likes to keep it a little tidy for your sake.

Rindou-

A lot of people assume he's also a fuckboy because of Ran, he's not, and that assumption actually bugs him a lot. He finds sleeping around to be pointless and stupid, and he lowkey kind of silently judges Ran for it. He's a sadistic assholes that loves mocking your whining. At least in the bedroom, he's surprisingly sweet otherwise and just in general. But that same sadistic side that shows when he's fighting shows through during sex. I feel like he might bottom with some convincing, but he'll also be a brat. (A brat that sobs openly when edged enough) However he'll do the same to you when things are the other way around. To my masochistic brothers, here's your man. He's safe and consensual about it, maybe periodically checking up on you but he will absolutely pull your hair, bite you, whip you, spank you, slap you, hell maybe even spit on you if that's your thing. He's a pretty big S&M guy in general, but is the world's biggest enthusiast of *safely* practicing bdsm. Informed consent is key with this man (as it fucking should be). He's the type who likes music in the background, but he is willing to let you choose the music. He can go without, but he prefers it with. 6.7 in length I feel like sounds about right for him. He may or may not decide to actually groom down there, no real guarantee, it depends on the day and how he feels. I headcannon him to be borderline or straight up gender fluid, swapping between cis masc and enby. Some days he prefers it with a little bush and other days he's just like "No. No this cannot do, it must go." So, y'know- ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Sanzu-

Oh, where do I even start with this batshit crazy bastard of a druggie (He's just like me frfr). Admittedly, probably doesn't sleep around much, even though he tries. His crazy scares almost everyone away, if the scars didn't already do the trick (wanna know how I got these scars lookin' headass) but honestly, you probably met him at a bar or a club, and he was probably flirting with you because he's high as shit. I can't see him easily getting into a relationship, but when he does he's absolutely infatuated. Devoted. You are his god. It's almost unsettling how far he's willing to go for you. That also translates into the bedroom. He has his preferences, (AHEM body worship) but assuming he truly does love you and it's not just some spur of the moment one nighter, he's more than willing to do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to please you. No kink too nasty or too far for him. He'll do that in everyday life too. If want him to buy something for you, legal or illegal, he'll do it. He'll make it happen. You hate someone, or someone getting creepy on you? They suddenly go *cough cough* "missing". He loves him some high sex, but I can see him wanting to be at least mostly sober during sex if you're dating. To savor the experience, really. He would totally get high after though. Snorting lines after sex is his go to. A little on the smaller side-ish, maybe around 5.4 or so. But he can use it pretty well if he's sober. He gets sloppy and borderline animalistic when high. He does not care AT ALL about grooming, but again he'd blow up the sun for you if he truly loves you, so he'd do it before you could finish blinking if you ever asked him to.

Izana-

Our favorite half Filipino boy right here. First things first. Sensitive. This man is so incredibly starved for attention and love, he can handle the hardest punches like a champ, but if you lightly and lovingly trace his skin, he's gone. He's dead, putty in your hands. His mind buffers like he's running on widows xp with dial up. He cannot compute this. Rough sex he's fine with, it's probably what he's used to, what he's comfortable with. But soft, gentle, slow sex? It's gonna take a minute to build up to that point. But seriously, hold this man like he's made of glass for a minute, he needs it. He'll complain about it, but he loves it. He so desperately needs someone to show him that sunshine and rainbows even exist at all. He's possesive too. If you show him an ounce of affection, he'll demand gallons and will never let anyone near you. Because how dare you even consider showing anyone else that same affection? It's like how he hates Mikey because of his jealousy over Shinichiro. Anyone who he deems to be a threat, he'll hate them (he's borderlining yandere) Really he's just jealous because he's insecure, give him reassurance and he'll calm down. Well, somewhat. I can imagine him being pretty middle of the road, 5.8 would be my guess. Another type who doesn't pay much mind to his grooming down there, especially in the time skip. Much like Sanzu, this man damn near worships you, so yeah, he'd start manscaping in a heartbeat if you wanted him to. Just ask and he'll do it. Main difference is with Sanzu you 100% have to tell him verbally or he'll never pick up on. Izana may or may not notice if you dislike it, still better to just tell him though. (Communication is good chat, talk to your partners jfc)

Shinichiro-

Awkward dork. Total dweeb and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. He's a loser and a lame-o, and we all love him for it. He's so babygirl coded fr. He will do everything in his power to please you (and probably fail miserably) whether in the bedroom or not. He tries though, his heart is in the right place and that's what counts. Though he can get a little dejected and self conscious about it, so you just have to remind him that it doesn't bother you and that he's fine the way he is. Please tell him he's fine the way he is. He's tried to dirty talk once before, but ended up stuttering and then became self aware halfway through, visibly cringing because let's be honest, whatever he said was probably pretty cringy. But it just wound up in both of you laughing about it, both in the moment, and looking back on it later. But he does really love you, and it shows in everything he does. I feel like he'd really like cuddle fucking and missionary. Really, he just wants to feel close to you. He likes to be able to hug you while you fuck. He can't dirty talk for the life of him as previously discussed, so he's usually not very verbal, only really moaning out curses or your name. Don't get me wrong, he's vocal, just not verbal. Occasionally when he's in the mood for a more rough type of encounter, he can and will turn into a babbling mess underneath you. However, if you dirty talk to him at all, he will absolutely lose his mind and go beet red, hiding his face in your chest or the crook of your neck. This boy loves nothing more than looking into your eyes, carresing you and kissing you during sex. He's a hopeless romantic is what he is. Actually decently long, 7.6, makes sense, he's over six foot. I feel like he'd definitely try to groom down there when you're dating, but he might fuck up a little and nick himself a couple times. But as always, hell make an effort to look his best and do his best for you.

Wakasa-

Ahem. Point to the best ass eater please?

👉w a k a s a i m a u s h i👈

But seriously. This man's tongue is magical (yes I'm biased, he's my fav leave me tf alone) but really, he gives me the vibe of someone who knows what he's doing. He's got experience and ✨talent✨ in regards to sexy time. And he's strong enough to toss your ass around like a raggedy anne doll, even despite how short he is. C'mon, he's owns a gym and he absolutely kicks ass in a fight, you cannot convince me he couldn't throw me like a tennis ball (I want him to so badly.) Stoner vibes. Hardcore stoner vibes. This man is constantly at least a little buzzed and he's absolutely a plug. You cannot convince me otherwise, I won't listen. This shit is gospel. I feel like he'd be willing to put in some effort for his s/o, but he's a total pillow princess at heart. Whether you're riding him or railing him, as long as he feels good and doesn't have to do shit, he's a happy boy. Really he's just spoiled, doesn't feel like working for a damn thing. He'll get really pouty if you make him beg or work for it, but if you torment and torture him enough he'll comply eventually. Waka is another body worshiper I feel like. Sure, he's a pillow princess, but he likes to have his hands roaming every inch of you at all possible times. His hands and his lips. The softest touches paired with the softest kisses, peppered all over your skin because he just can't get over how perfect you are to him. If you've read my Akihiko x Stoner reader fic, I can imagine that type of scenario. You riding him or him riding you while you share a blunt, just hotboxing yourselves in your room with slow, lazy sex, all of your sense through the damn roof. Another music lover, just something soft and really chill in the background, even better when paired with a good blunt. He's touchy in general when he's high, always having to have contact with you, and he just can't keep himself off of you, same applies to the bedroom, always caressing you without even realizing it. He's packing a relatively solid 5.6. not shabby considering that he's five foot fucking three. Short king, but we love him anyways. I SAID WE STAND WITH OUR SHORT KINGS. He strikes me as the type who grooms semi-frequently, but doesn't obsess about it. He's a lazy guy, but at the same time he doesn't like to be gross y'know? He maintains it, but it's the bare minimum.

Benkei-

Gentle giant, anyone? Because that's what he is. At least when he's with you. Sure, he's only 6'2", but he's pretty fucking wide too. That, and his overall demeanour and personality just gives him the vibe of a big guy. Despite his strength and his tendency to have a hot temper sometimes, he's surprisingly gentle with you. Of course, that's unless you ask him not to be. He'd never dare lay a hand on you in everyday life, but the bedroom has different rules as we all know. He's a big fan of setting up concrete and mutually agreed upon boundaries, and there always has to be a safe word. (Honestly how it should be) Even if you don't have a consent kink, it is undeniabley impressive how hot he can make asking you for verbal consent. He needs explicit verbal consent each time, and absolutely refuses to do anything if either of you are even a little intoxicated unless it was previously discussed. He's such a gentleman in that respect honestly. He'll always listen to your preferences and prioritize your needs first. Even if your into that freaky shit and he's telling you he's just using you as a cock sleeve, really he's always chasing your pleasure more than his own. It's just how he rolls. 7.10, and I will not elaborate. That seems pretty appropriate for him, honestly. He likes to have a bush, but he likes to keep it well kept and trimmed, like how he keeps his beard quite orderly. So there is a tuft of hair down there, black or white, I'm not sure (his natural hair colour isn't confirmed, but I doubt he'd bother dying it.) and it is very well kept. Manscaping is just a part of his everyday routine, same as maintaining his facial hair, he doesn't even think twice about it anymore.

Takeomi-

Another slightly awkward dork, but he tries to pretend he's all confident. May or may not lie about how much experience he has. He might tell you he's slept around a fair bit and dated a lot of people to impress you, but it's obvious he hasn't by how nervous he gets around you. He desperately tried to hide his nervousness too. We all know he's greedy and can get a little self obsessed at times. And I can see why that might make you think that he'd be too much of a narcissist to be a good partner, and I'd say you're only about a quarter right. Yes, having a partner like you would absolutely go to his head a bit. He thinks you're like the best person to ever grace this earth, so he thinks it's a major flex that you'd choose *him* of all people. He would absolutely show you off like some kind of trophy, number one hype man right here. You become his source of pride, next to his gang. I fully believe he's another straight up worshipping type, he thinks you're way too good for him, and as a result hails you like some kind of god and will flaunt you with pleasure. Though if close enough to him, he might be more willing to be vulnerable around you and admit to his overwhelming insecurities and lack of self esteem. It's no secret that his sense of self worth is derived from achievements and material possessions, which is just a tad bit of an issue. Just a tad. This all 100% translates into the bedroom. Tries so hard and fails so miserably to act confident. He'd be more likely to top especially towards the beginning because he feels he has something to prove, he feels that he needs to be more dominant just to show you he cares. But with some time, discussion and a fuckload of reassurance, he'd be willing to bottom. May or may not feel a bit emasculated by it though. Could be a bit of a whiner/whimperer, but again, it takes him a minute to be that comfortable. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just really doesn't want you to think less of him. Same thing applies to grooming. The only reason he even tries is because he wants to look halfway decent for you. He wants to impress and come across as though he cares. If he cares for himself that makes it seem like he's more capable of caring for you, right? Well, that's his logic anyways. Likes to keep a decent sized tuft of hair because it makes him feel more masculine. Pretty well kept though if I'm being honest, he does a halfway decent job.

[the-travelling-witch]

summary: i'm back on my "'i have more knowledge on x topic than all your advisers together, i just couldn’t progress through the ranks for one reason or another, so you should definitely make me your concubine, so i can gossip about your minister of finance’s stupid proposal while wearing expensive shit and fine dining and then we slowly fall in love' royal au" bs again, so have some rambles because there are a lot of possible constellations here

characters: shouto :: kenma :: inui/koko :: al-haitham/kaveh x gn! reader

general masterlist

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎

You could practically feel the daggers being glared into your skull. This entire meeting so far, the prince’s closest adviser had narrowed his eyes at you, a gesture which you only returned with a coy smile.

Really, just because it wasn’t common for a royal concubine to attend a meeting concerning safety measures at the upcoming masquerade ball, there was no need for such hostility.

Then again, maybe the adviser was so foul-tempered because of the physical position you found yourself in. But it wasn’t your fault they hadn’t prepared another seat for you or that Shouto was notoriously unbothered with social etiquette. So, if the prince ordered his concubine to sit on his lap instead, who were you to argue?

You doubted he glared at you because he was aware you had been investigating him or that you knew he and his fellow spies were planning an assassination attempt on the royal whose arm was currently lazily curled around your waist.

Surely, “concubine” was not exactly the title you had had in mind when agreeing to work as an intelligence agent on the Todoroki court but considering the former crown prince Touya had basically gone up in smoke after an attempt on his life, placing yourself right next to the prince where an enemy wouldn’t expect might not be a bad idea.

Besides, since you had taken the prince up on his offer, you had been able to enjoy many luxuries you could previously not even dream of. Delicacies practically melted on your tongue, the material of your clothes was of a quality so fine it was like dressing in air and the library held rare books you normally couldn’t get your hands on just like that.

You also had to admit, pretending to be Shouto’s lover wasn’t exactly torture either. Not only was he as handsome as they come but he was also very well-mannered towards you even in private. The clumsy side only few got to see when he let his guard down was also quite adorable.

So, to say you were quite comfortable where you were and had no intention of giving up your spot any time soon was an understatement.

“Your Highness is it really necessary to bring,” the adviser paused momentarily as he gestured at you, “this person to a meeting such as this? How can we be sure they are not working for an opposing kingdom, relaying our security measures to the enemy?”

You caught yourself before a snort escaped you. Seriously, how was nobody onto this guy before you came around?

“I have no doubt about their loyalty to me and the kingdom,” Shouto said, tone even as always, yet his hand around your waist tightened. “Besides, their safety might be compromised just like mine, so this information should be shared with them as well.”

“That’s right,” you goated, a sharp grin on your lips as you reached backwards over your shoulder to run your fingers down Shouto‘s neck as you held eye contact with the adviser. “I’ve shown my devotion to the prince in ways you never could.”

Soon you’d watch the light drain from his eyes as you ended his miserable life but for now you’d find amusement in how they widened in indignation.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

“Your Highness! I must ask you to stay in the medic’s quarters!” Said medic was fussing around you as you pulled the outer layer of your clothes back on. “I dressed the wound and used a minor healing spell but you need to rest! A-and your medicine—“

“I can rest in my quarters too,” you sighed, already halfway out of the door. “Someone will come pick up the treatment later.”

The medic was still stammering long after you already set out towards your room, trying not to put too much pressure on your side. You didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal but apparently the monster’s claws that had grazed your skin were laced in some sort of venom, the pain of which left you wheezing when you received another blow to the stomach.

Half stumbling, half falling into your room, you reckoned whatever spell the medic had cast hadn’t done much to rid your body of the poison, especially if you remembered how he had floundered once you first drudged into the infirmary. No wonder you had gone behind your parents’ backs to employ someone who actually understood his craft.

“Whoa what happened to you?” Kenma lifted his head from his magic-driven game board at the sound of the door opening. His sharp amber eyes studied you from head to toe, taking in the ripped clothes and collection of bruises and scratches. “You look like death chewed you up and spit you back out.”

“Thanks,” you retorted just as sarcastically, working to rid yourself of the rest of your armour, wincing when you strained the area around your ribs. “Must be the poison.”

“Poison?” Immediately, Kenma had perked up, already rounding the table, his game forgotten. “What poison? And where? And why didn’t you lead with that?”

Usually, the guy tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping to blend into the background. But whenever you dragged in yet another weird and wonderful ailment from out in the wild, your shy healer found himself in the habit of becoming a little bossy. Other royals might take offence if their concubines used that kind of tone but you had to admit you didn’t really mind.

“Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a chance to explain,” you laughed, pulling your shirt off and letting it pile up with the rest of your things, then wriggled your eyebrows at the blond. “So, where do you want me?”

“You are the worst, even when you’re dying,” Kenma rolled his eyes before a warm hand settled on your bare back and nudged you towards the bed. “For now, just lie down. And tell me exactly what the hell happened to you.”

Without any resistance, you settled down and watched as Kenma got to work. It was fascinating each time, even if you didn’t understand much of it and you were the one having to be treated. Whenever he focused on something, he adopted this no-nonsense expression, lips tightened into a line and eyebrows drawn together. You didn’t even want to start thinking about the way your skin tingled where his fingers touched you, well aware that the reason for it wasn’t the magic Kenma used.

“I told the doc someone would pick up my medicine later,” you spoke up once your healer had finished his work and both of you were just lingering within the same space.

As always when you told Kenma something he didn’t want to hear, he made one of the most expressive faces of disgust a human could muster.

“I’ll make sure to trip on the way,” he shrugged and you were aware he might actually do it too. “I didn’t spend all this time healing you just so that idiot can poison you again with whatever concoction he came up with this time.”

“Just what would I do without you?” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, you didn’t miss how Kenma, the guy who used to flinch at people coming near him, leaned slightly into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 / 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎

The golden light of the sinking sun illuminated the balcony as birds chirped their last songs of the day. In the midst of the flowers blooming across the railing and the castle walls, three people sat around a table filled with fruits, cheese and many other delicious foods, eating and laughing together.

“But to come back to your Minister of Finance’s proposal,” Koko, who seemingly hadn’t taken his eyes off the kingdom’s budget sheet, spoke up. Splitting off a few of the coins from the stack in front of him to visualise the share he was thinking about, he offered his insight. “I think we should use a cut of the newly allocated funds to strengthen the army’s equipment. The knights could do with new armour, especially considering the neighbouring kingdom has been less than friendly lately.”

“What new funds are we talking about?” You inquired, not having been privy to the meeting prior this day. 

“The party we sent out recently was more successful than we expected them to be,” Inui clued you in with a small smile as he studied what Koko proposed.

“Ah, the expedition that was my idea and that I equipped with the right tools. In that case,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before you made the stack of coins levitate over your outstretched palm, “I think we should use it to build a magic tower. It would help more with defence than equipping the knights, considering what fun things I could do with one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Koko scolded, reaching over the table to snatch the coins back. “How should we justify the King’s concubine wishing for a magic tower?”

While you shrugged, Seishu took your hand and answered much gentler than the black haired man. 

“I have to agree with Koko. Not because I doubt you could do a lot of great things with such a tower but because we already had a lot of trouble explaining why the lightning only struck the enemy’s side in the last battle,” he sighed, giving you an understanding look he knew had you giving in already. “The public doesn’t know we have a magic user on our side and word of construction would spread fast. Don’t forget why you went into hiding in the first place.”

“Yeah yeah, I understand, no magic tower. But, how about,” you leant back in your chair, tossing a coin you had hidden up your sleeve before Koko could retrieve it, “one or the other magic tome? Nobody would even notice. Just say it’s for a new necklace or whatever else concubines usually get.”

“Are you suggesting we commit fraud?” Koko levelled his accusatory gaze at you.

“I don’t know, am I?” You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “It would be for the good of the people, after all.”

“How is you getting a new toy good for the people?”

“I could make the grains grow faster or whatever the people usually pray for,” you shrugged. “I’m at least granting their wishes.”

“I thought you were interested in necromancy recently,” Seishu laughed knowingly. “I’m no expert in the field but how is that helping with making the crops grow?”

“I’m sure a walking dead body or two would scare off the crows,” you said as seriously as you could. “It might also scare off thieves, now that I think about it.”

Koko just looked at you, horrified, while Seishu laughed at your nonchalance. When the former regained his senses, he reprimanded you again. 

“We are not using tax money, so you can experiment with the undead and unleash them on the public!”

“Eh, it was worth a try,” you relented before popping another grape in your mouth.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 / 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

You were well aware of the whispers that filled the halls of the castle when you weren’t present. 

Kaveh was probably a more conventional concubine to take, considering his innate kindness and striking beauty. Clearly, when he waltzed into the room beside you, it was like the sun was rising before everyone’s eyes. Yeah, he was probably an expected choice.

Al-Haitham, on the other hand…

It wasn’t exactly his physique which raised people’s questions. Moreso it was his gruff temper and apparent boredom with most topics, burying his nose in a book and brushing people off with less than a single word at times, that made your staff shake their heads at your appointment.

Not that it mattered much what other people thought.

What did matter, however, was that your country’s infrastructure had improved significantly since you made your peculiar choice of companions. After most critical meetings concerning upcoming construction, your subordinates believed your return to your chambers meant you just had to relieve some pent-up stress. Yet, those “steamy” nights were spent hunched over maps and graphs of your nation, pointing out the flaws in your advisers’ proposals and redoing blueprints of planned buildings.

Perhaps nobody else in the castle was aware of it, but Al- Haitham and Kaveh were a genius strategist and brilliant architect respectively, responsible for the projects the public praised you most for. And that had been the nature of your relationship in the beginning. They patched out your advisers’ proposals and you made sure they were compensated accordingly, unconventional as the methods may be.

Though, you supposed, after working together for a while, the titles you had given them may not be so wrong anymore. Long nights spent agonising over the ideal location for a new project had turned into quiet evenings lounging around your quarters, enjoying fine wine and lingering touches. Having the two around had become a great sense of comfort to you and running into them between meetings and stacks of paperworks waiting for you made a spark of fondness flutter in your chest.

However, running into both of them at the same time also meant the unlikely pair were probably bickering. This time, you could actually hear them before you rounded the corner.

“I’m telling you, if we use this type of wood-”

“It would rot under the environmental influences faster than you could complete construction.”

“Why, you…!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhaled ready to calm down the situation somehow. Then, you came face to face with them and had an entirely new idea on how to mediate. Haitham had his arms crossed as he regarded the blond with an unimpressed expression, the pose accentuating the way his biceps and triceps flexed. With Kaveh turned away from you, you had a clear view of his back, as always exposed by the flowy robes he wore.

Sure, they might not be the most usual concubines you could’ve chosen, but that didn’t matter.

“Strategy meeting in my quarters, now. Royal orders.”

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hellooooo♡ May I request a small one-shot or headcanon for inupi x gn!reader?

reader gets cuteness aggression when they see their lovely boyfriend<33 they start to smush and pull his cheeks and kiss him dramatically, and, and! they say things like "why are you so cute!?" While groaning dramatically 😫

thank you, and have a nice day!♡

A/n: Hello, I decided to go with some headcanons for this as it will be a little easier. So with that I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Inupi's s/o having cuteness aggression:

This boy is so confused

He just wanted to come say Hi to the love of his life and now his face is being smushed

Inui has no clue how to respond, so he just let's it happen

If you are around anyone else, he will start blushing like crazy

Queue even more cuteness aggression, cause 'oh you're blushing, how cute' followed by so many kisses

Koko definitely laughs seeing his normally stoic friend blushing while being fawned over

Once he is used to the random attacks of kisses and mumbles of 'i could kill you for how cute you look', he will never admit this but he loves the affection

Let's be honest here Inupi is 1000% touch starved so having his S/o be so affection it towards him makes his heart swell

He would gladly deal with Koko's endless teasing if it meant getting to spend time close to you and receiving your affection

[nikki-152006]

kokonoi hajime X reader

(from Ameliorate EXTRAS!)

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"How much longer do you want to wait?" your friends are worried about you. They glance over towards Inui seated to the side, hoping he'd try to console you but the boy hardly lifts his head.

"He'll be here any second now." you're smiling at them, sure that he'll make it but deep inside even you know Kokonoi isn't coming.

"Ring him up again, Inui." Sano Emma, a friend of yours has her hands folded at her chest. There's nothing but a frown on her face, "He's two hours late already. If he doesn't reach in ten minutes, we're gonna celebrate on our own."

"We'll wait." you look at her with a firm gaze though your irises are twitching, begging you to allow them to let out their pains.

"We won't." she's more definite than you, "If you're really as important of a friend to him, he wouldn't have missed your birthday at least. I don't want to break your heart today of all days, but please, (Name)-chan. You need to face it."

"What nonsense." you laugh awkwardly, looking over at Inui for support but he still doesn't react, "Koko-kun's gonna come. He always does."

"He always doesn't have a girlfriend." Tachibana silently points out, "Men's priorities change once they're dating. You're the one who told me that last year, remember?"

Your lips twitch. You don't want to accept it. You don't want to cry over him on your birthday. You don't want to cry at all- it's the others who'd be put in a more uncomfortable situation than you.

"(Name)-chan.. " Emma sighs as you look over at Inui again, hoping him to intervene and support you, "do you really think Inui's gonna back you up when Kokonoi-san's probably on a date with his sister at the moment?"

Inui's eyes twitch, he looks away.

Your mouth opens, then closes. There's a deep silence in the room.

"Is he?" there's too much of pain in your voice for even you to handle, your eyes get glassier by the second.

Inui doesn't have it in him to reply to you. He's always known of your feelings for Kokonoi but he's always thought Kokonoi and Akane had a deeper bond having known each other from their childhood days.

But at the moment, when he hears nothing but the chords of a broken instrument in your voice, Inui wishes there was something he could do to bring Kokonoi here. No matter what it took.

Tears flow down your cheeks, slowly and slowly staining your cheeks with the dampness of ache. There isn't anything you feel at the moment other than every strand of your heart's muscles being torn apart one by one.

" ... I'm sorry.. " Inui had only wished to cover the date part with some lie and make you believe Kokonoi couldn't come because of some hurdles, but he doesn't wish to keep you living in a lie.

Kokonoi Hajime, a close friend of yours, chose to be on a date with Inui Akane, another close friend of yours on your birthday night. This is the reality.

Inui knows keeping secrets would only make the load of ache in you heavier by passing days, so he doesn't say anything but "I'm sorry", he's not someone who deserves to say anything after all.

"Fuck it all." Yuzuha slams her glass of juice down, "Oi, Inui, " he looks up at her with a defeated look, "piss off." 

Inui nods and gets up. He knows it's for the best of you. 

Kokonoi can't shut up about how familiar him and Akane look. Of course the sight of him is painful for you. Inui sighs and quietly walks out through the door.

He feels guilty, so very guilty. But then again, there's nothing he can do.

"That's it!" she comes and cups your cheeks, "No one's crying today! It's gonna be a girls' night out. There will be no boys."

"Yeah!" Emma agrees, "Those assholes can go fuck themselves! We're gonna go out and have fun today!"

But you're not in the condition to listen to them trying to cheer you up. You feel torn. Shredded.

You don't understand why you're never good enough for him, you can't figure out what you haven't done for him. Why things turned out like this-  him dating Akane is okay, he's always loved her. But he doesn't even bother to even look at you anymore.

You've become non-existent for him, as if the approximate decade you've spent with him doesn't mean anything at all. 

It hurts.

"Get up." Tachibana grabs your arm, "Stop crying, (Name)-chan, get up."

You don't want the few friends who do care for you to be left with nothing but uneasiness today, so you try. Though it's hard, though it hurts even more, you try to hold your tears.

"We're going out." Yuzuha says, grabbing her bag and keys from the kitchen counter, "We'll have fun together. We're friends too."

You nod, smile forming on your face but nothing but ache inside. Your heart feels as if it has been scratched a hundred times, as if each of these scratches throbs in it's own blood.

All this time, you tried to keep this inside you, and now it had erupted. You'd been trying to console yourself all this time, but nothing could pull you away from the truth now.

Kokonoi doesn't care about you. At all.

Not even as a friend.

Not even as someone he knows.

Not as anything.

You don't even realize walking with the girls into Yuzuha's car- your brain and heart in a dead frenzy. 

"Let's drink." your lips are dry, you feel them while speaking, "I don't want to remember this night."

"If that's what you wish, sweetheart." Yuzuha drives towards her favorite club. She's determined to get you wasted too- not even she wants you to remember your twenty-first birthday as such. 

If only Koko-kun cared to at least show up....

You're mad at Akane too, but there's not much you can say to her. Something turned off all your affection for her the moment she and Kokonoi had started dating.

It is natural, you've been told. It's because you're envious, because you wish it was you instead of her.

I always have... 

Emma suddenly says she's gonna ask her brother to pick you all up and make sure everyone's home safe later. It disrupts your line of thought.

You've lost too many tears to be stable in your self now. You feel thoroughly dehydrated. 

If only this pain would go away... 

You unknowingly clutch your heart.

It's not like you to react this way to things. You've always been calm and logical, always think first and act later. It was Kokonoi who'd make you stutter in words and actions.

It was always him who'd make you act out of character- blush, get embarrassed, get self conscious, and what not.

And look at this.

It's him now because of whom you're sitting and crying when you should be celebrating.

No, it's not his fault I chose to be blind.

Kokonoi had been showing this behavior since over a year now- that's even before he started dating Akane. You were the one to choose to let it all past you, it's your fault you tried to run from reality.

"We're here."

You're more than relieved when Yuzuha says it, and are the first one to open the car door and step out. 

Yuzuha looks worried about you but she's definite a glass of alcohol would dissolve all your pain into nothingness. She knows you'll wake up the next day and the pain will still be there, but at least you save your birthday night.

Everyone is quick to enter, heels clacking against the floor.

The inside of the club carries a crazy mood matching the frenzy in your mind. The beats of the music nullify your heart by their vibrations.

You inhale deeply, then exhale. 

This is what I need.

Tachibana chooses not to drink, but you, Emma and Yuzuha down yourself with a couple of drinks before heading towards the dance floor.

There, you unleash everything boiling inside you as dance moves. They're sad, anyone sober would've been able to tell, but that's the thing you love the most about clubs.

No one is sober. Everyone in clubs is downed with some or the other sort of drinks trying to suppress or ignite some or the other sort of pain or joy. Everyone's the same.

.

Yuzuha runs a hand through her hair and looks around. She can't spot you anymore and it scares here.

Emma a little distance away from her is looking for you too. 

The dance floor is wide, there's a massive crowd gathered there, they don't know how to find you through it all.

Towards the other side of the dance floor, you've just fallen on some dude. He barely flinches as your weight rests on his- you're too drunk to process your own actions now.

With hazy, irritated dry eyes, you look up at the guy- he has a pretty face as far as you can tell. 

A nice jaw, eyebrows raised and arched, black hair flowing down his face over to your own. He's pretty, but he's not him.

"Do you need me to take you to the side?"

It's not even his voice.

"Are you okay?"

Those hands aren't like his.

"Excuse me, madam, can you hear me?"

But who gives a shit if it isn't Kokonoi.

He wouldn't be here for me anyways, right?

You kiss him. 

Although surprised by the sudden contact, the guy kisses back. It brings you back to how everyone's the same in clubs- looking for some or the other sort of escape or joy.

You wish to run away from your heart, and the guy wishes to run towards his own.

Using him as support, your manage to straighten up, but then lose balance and fall on him again. "Take me away." the words are slurred but they manage to leave your lips.

He does.

He takes your hand, gives you the balance you need and takes you outside the club. 

The night air is chilly but fails to calm the heat risen up your body. You giggle, the guy grins.

"What's your name?" his hand his around your waist to help you walk, yours are gripping one shoulder of his from behind and the other his forearm of the free arm.

"Me?" your vision is just as hazy, brain just as fuzzy, but you don't feel pain anymore.

Or rather, you feel too much to know what is pain anymore.

"Yeah?" the guy turns towards you.

You let go of his hold and skip ahead, then turn around with a giggle and your arms wide open. 

You're drunk- you can let yourself do anything today.

"(Name)." you say, "I'm (Name)."

"That's a pretty name," the guy catches up to you with smile on his face, "it suits you, (Name)-chan."

You giggle again, "Koko-kun never calls me by my first name, you know. I'm not important to him anyways."

The guy halts, realization hitting him. He doesn't want to take a shot at wooing a heartbroken girl- he feels guilty all of a sudden.

"Do you not like me too?" you look so innocent with your eyes wide and lips trembling in a slur "Did I make you sad?"

Baji Keisuke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "You didn't." he says, "Would you like to join me for a walk?"

You look at him again, trying to figure whether there's any dislike on his expressions but when your brain doesn't work enough to tell, you just shrug and decide to go with him.

"Should I get you some water?" Baji wants you to get sober enough to realize what you're doing, "You're eyes won't hurt after that."

You let out a small hum. "Okay."

Kokonoi doesn't like it when he's making out with Akane and she suddenly finds something to talk about. He doesn't hate it- it's cute, but sometimes he wishes it was something more related to them than other people.

"Isn't that (Name)-chan?"Akane is peeking outside the car window onto the street where a girl is walking alongside a guy while clasping his arm, "Why is she-  oh shit, it's her birthday today!"

"Yeah, yeah it is." Kokonoi sighs, his eyes lazily following hers to see your figure walk with difficulty as a guy takes you along.

"Wait, you remembered?" Akane's eyes furrow, "Why didn't you remind me then? We should've wished her at least."

"She's not a baby, " Kokonoi says, "and besides, " he places his finger under her chin and brings her face towards him, "how dare you think of looking here and there when I'm in front of you."

Kokonoi is much taller than Akane now- he's much stronger and much more dominant.

"What can I say, " she bites her lip, "I have this bad habit."

"Shall I fix it for you?" Kokonoi grins, his hand trailing down Akane's waist.

"Please do."

Before he indulges himself completely with Akane, his eyes go up in instinct. You and the guy have just walked under a streetlight- he can see the guy clearly now.

Kokonoi's mouth hangs. "Isn't that Baji Keisuke?"

Akane frowns but gets up to look. "He's a safe guy, right? He wouldn't hurt her or something?"

"I doubt." Kokonoi frowns, "But I hate that asshole."

"Should we stop them then?" Akane asks, "You wouldn't want him to get a shot on our friend, right?"

Kokonoi's eyes furrow, "Nah, it doesn't matter as much. He wouldn't do anything wrong, don't worry about it, Akane-chan."

She hums in doubt but chooses to go with whatever Kokonoi tells her- she trusts him blindly after all.

.

.

Inui sits silently in his office. Kokonoi's office is right opposite to his and he can see Akane sit on the table in front of him through the glass door.

They're chatting.

Inui sighs and closes his file. Right in the middle of the lines of cubicles between his and Kokonoi's office is your cubicle. 

He can see the back of your chair- you're buried inside, not wanting to have even a glimpse of what's going on in the office across.

Inui feels guilty, but he doesn't understand whether or not he should. His best friend and sister are dating, there's no greater joy he can have. There's no better guy Akane can have after all.

But he doesn't feel the joy he should. Inui feels like he made a mistake.

He walks outside the office and strolls over to your cubicle.

"(Name)-chan." 

He doesn't want you to turn around- if you do, you'll be reminded of Akane and it would hurt, "I'm sorry for yesterday.... Are you okay?"

There's only a hum in response. 

"Is everything okay?"

Another hum.

" .... I'll be in my office if you need something."

There's no response.

Inui sighs and turns around to walk towards his office but something repels him. 

Without even thinking about it, he takes a turn towards Kokonoi's office and hurries inside.

"Akane-nii chan." he says, "Get off the table please, we're at work and there's a decorum we must follow."

"I'll draw the curtains." Kokonoi waves him off but Inui doesn't listen.

"We're in an office, there's rules around here. I'm not letting you both get away with stuff other employees can't. Please keep your affections for your own time, I don't want any disturbance during work."

"Jeez, Seishu." Akane sighs, "You take work too seriously sometimes," but she does get off, "fine, I'll see you later, Hajime-kun."

Kokonoi stares at Inui after Akane is gone. "What's up with you today?"

"Nothing." Inui isn't in the mood to talk to him at all. It's not like he blames Kokonoi, but there's not an ounce of patience left in him to handle the guilt, your heartbreak and Kokonoi being an ass all at once.

"I'm asking you something, Inupi." Kokonoi frowns, "What's up, why this attitude?"

"Get back to work." Inui leaves the cabin before Kokonoi can reply, but Kokonoi senses something's wrong and he's not letting it go all that easily.

"Everyone!" he enters the hall and announces, "In appreciation of your hard work, you all are allowed to take the rest of the day off!"

Inui knows exactly what's coming up after Kokonoi's announcement. He wishes you leave just in time to not fall between the argument coming up.

There's cheers from the employees as they pack their stuff and leave in groups. It takes a little time for them to leave, Inui's gaze is focused on the one cubicle Kokonoi is unintentionally standing in front of.

You don't step out in attempt to avoid seeing him.

"Are you not going to leave, (L/N)?" Kokonoi notices you a moment later, "I said everyone's dismissed."

Inui sees your shoulders slump as you pack your stuff and get up to leave despite it meaning you'll have to see him. Inui wonders if Kokonoi knows of the emotions you have now. 

He wonders if Kokonoi would notice you trying to avoid seeing him but something tells him he won't. Kokonoi isn't the slightest bothered about you to notice.

"Oh, and say hi to that bastard Baji for me, will you?" the hall is already empty, you three are the only ones there, "Tell him he's not winning the next time we- " 

The sound of a loud slap cuts off Kokonoi's words.

You bag hits the floor, and Inui's heart falls along with it.

This is the worst case scenario.

He rushes towards them to diffuse the situation but Kokonoi signals him to halt. Inui doesn't know what to do- he doesn't want you to be hurt any further. He doesn't want to live in guilt anymore.

"How do you know I know him?" your voice is hoarse from the events of the previous day, "How do you know I know Baji?"

Kokonoi looks like he's holding onto the last thread of his patience, "You were out with him last night."

"You know I didn't know him." your voice gives away the way your heart wails, "You saw me being drunk and going somewhere with a guy I didn't even know...."

"I did, so?" Kokonoi's fist is balled up, he's trying hard not to unleash his anger.

"What?" Inui turns to him, "You- what if something happened to her? What if that guy did something? Koko, what's wrong with you! Why didn't you- "

"It was Baji, Inupi." Kokonoi spits out, his anger getting the best of him, "That guy wouldn't do shit... and you." he turns to you, "Stop fucking expecting someone to be there to take care of you. If you don't want a situation like that, how about not drink and get wasted like a club hoe."

Inui punches him.

And that, not once.

Kokonoi is too pissed to not respond.

Akane has just entered the hall- she's a receptionist and she'd noticed all the employees leaving- she runs over to Inui, gasping and asking them to stop fighting.

You can hear Akane beg you to help her separate the two- you're the stronger one of the two of you, but you don't even bother looking at her.

You just pick up your bag and turn around and leave, not glancing back even once.

.

There's a knock on your door that evening. 

You walk over to it with a piece of toast in your mouth and open the door to reveal Akane standing behind with an awkward expression.

"Hey, (Name)-chan... I... uhm, so... Seishu told us everything... I'm so sorry- " you close the door at her face, lock it and then walk back to the couches.

Not a single part of you wants to see her anymore, and poor Seishu gets the damage- he looks too much like her and you don't want him to remind you of her.

You're done with green eyes and blond hair and sweet voices but you still cannot come to hate anything about Kokonoi.

It's unfair to Akane, you know it, but there's nothing you can do to control it. She's the one who has always been nice and kind to you and Kokonoi is the one who abandoned you in a hollow friendship, yet still, you cannot come to reduce your hate for her or increase that for him.

It's all just a pain, nothing more. 

Love, friendship, everything.

You sigh and ring up Baji.

"I swear you're not getting over him if you keep on calling me." is the first thing he says over the phone. You'd slipped your whole heartache to him in your drunk state, and he chose to stay as a friend.

"I know." you say, though you know you're just trying to replace Kokonoi's hair with the black in Baji's and his grin with that of Baji's. 

It doesn't fit at all. You don't like Baji at all, but you love Kokonoi, and you wish to distract yourself before the pain drives you crazy.

"Go get a life, (Name)-san." you hear him say, and are suddenly reminded he doesn't even know your surname- you only told him your first name, "Get a life, and when you need friends, you know the bunch you can come too."

This bunch includes Yuzuha, Emma, Tachibana, him and Emma's brother Mikey who somehow turned out to be Baji's childhood friend too.

They're friends to you, undeniably, but still, a decade of close frienship and love has a different charm to it.

A decade of friendship with Akane gets wasted because your envy and dread gets the best of you. A decade of friendship with Kokonoi is wasted because he suddenly stopped giving a fuck about you.

You don't want your friendship with Inui Seishu to be wasted- whether to not he could help you, he's always stood by you no matter what.

The call has ended and you put your phone down with a deep exhale. 

He's right. I can't limit my life to just Kokonoi and his love.

You snort.

His "non-existent" love.

You can hear his voice amidst the knocking on the door. He doesn't sound too willing to call out to you.

"They're wasting their time." you know, because Kokonoi would always love only Akane. 

There's no place in his heart for anyone else. Not even you.

And if they wish to come apologize for hardly caring about you, you don't need it. You don't wish for someone who needs to be reminded to care for you to be around you either.

But then again, the ache is there.

"Long long ago, there was a fire in Inui's house... " you're talking to yourself without realizing where you're headed, "Seishu got a scar on his face because of it, Akane was mistakenly diagnosed to require a lot of money to be treated."

You're in the kitchen, and you're turning the burner on.

"Another doctor checked the reports and found the flaw. Akane wasn't needing a big surgery at all. She was all safe and sound."

You turn the stove's burner on, the fire looks beautiful. 

"I wonder what would've happened if she had died back then.. "

The doorbell's loud noise snaps you back into reality. It takes you a moment to breath in heavily and come back to your senses.

Once you realize what you'd been tying to do, you turn off the burner and hurry towards the drawing room, body trembling from cell to cell in panic and fear.

You'd lost it. You were about to do something utterly stupid.

It freaks you out.

You don't care who's knocking to door, you just open it. You need someone. Anyone.

You need a human interaction. Even just a single one- just to stabilize your mind and not let it override your body this way. You can't afford to let your life go just because a guy you liked didn't like you back or because he became oblivious to your friendship and what not.

Baji is right, you need to live.

It's Inui outside the door.

Kokonoi and Akane are standing a little further behind- Kokonoi is leaning against Inui's car and Akane stands a few steps away from him.

They look up from the ground on hearing the door open. Meanwhile, Seishu assesses the mess of a condition you're in and immediately steps ahead to help you balance.

Your whole body is still trembling, throat parched in fear. "Help me, Seishu. Help me."

Seishu's eyes are glassy- he doesn't know what to do. He never does, and he blames himself for how everything turns out.

If only I did things right... 

But he doubts there's a right or wrong in a scenario like this. None of you all can be blamed for anything.

Inui Seishu hugs you and gently rub his back telling you to calm down. He hears you mumble as you grip onto him, about how you're scared because you feel your body isn't under your control anymore.

You'd always criticized people who leave the world in the name of love but you realize today maybe their bodies aren't in their control anymore. And maybe, they don't or can't put in the effort to gain the control back.

You can't let that happen.

Loving someone is okay, being heartbroken is okay. But letting go of all beauty of the world, all that accepts you for the one person who rejects you is stupid.

You may love him for all your life, may even say his name in the last few breaths of your living, but you would never leave everything and everyone for Kokonoi.

The others don't deserve that.

You don't deserve that.

Seishu helps you inside, Akane tries to help but he tells her to wait outside. 

Kokonoi doesn't bother to even step forward. 

This time, you don't expect him to either.

.

.

"But there's no point feeling guilty about it," Akane and Kokonoi are sitting in the office's cafeteria during lunch, "the whole reason she never told you herself is because she knew you'd feel this way."

Kokonoi just hums in response. He doesn't even know if it's only guilt he's feeling.

Akane stares at him, her lips twitching to word the one question revolving around her mind since the previous day.

"Hajime, " her voice is soft, "in this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?"

Kokonoi's expressions are unchanged, "There's no space for anyone in my heart other than you, Akane-chan. Don't worry yourself with baseless thoughts." he picks up his tray and leaves to put it in the rack of dirty ones.

Akane stares behind him, her lips curled in a frown, "That's not what I'm asking."

Kokonoi watches Inui and you sitting at a table a little away, both busy in gossip. Your expression and pallor give away what you actually feel but you're trying to move on.

He notices you look towards the desert section and walk off towards it. Kokonoi takes the moment to go and sit with Inui Seishu.

"Koko." he greets.

"Inupi." Kokonoi greets back.

There's silence at the table. It is Inui who breaks it with a question- "Are you happy, Koko?"

Kokonoi has never encountered a question harder to answer before. 

He's happy with Akane. She is all he has ever wanted since his childhood, but the fact that you sit alone crying because of him doesn't leave a very good taste in his mouth.

Kokonoi knows he chose Akane. He knows he will always stick by her side, yet still, for some reason, it doesn't feel right.

Him and Akane are perfect, but you being sad disturbs his ease.

Kokonoi has never once seen you cry before the previous day- you'd always been the one to smile through everything, the one who'd care for both the boys when they were hurt during the Black Dragon days, scold them, punish them, but always have that smile on your face.

He had started to cut all ties from you a couple of years ago- Kokonoi did not like his one-way hollow tunnel towards Akane being disrupted by a small, beautiful lane running elsewhere.

_________________  "In this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?" _________________

If they'd been feelings, he wouldn't have thrown her aside so recklessly, right?

He doesn't even know why he mentioned Baji to you back then. It was all on instinct, but there was no need to- he has no business with the guys you spend your nights with.

Kokonoi looks up. Inui is still waiting for an answer, but he has none.

He can't even decide what his own actions or feelings mean.

"You should go then." Inui understands, "(Name)-chan wouldn't return back here if you stay."

But you do.

You place a bowl of ice cream in front of each of the two boys two more to the side, then beckon Akane seated a few tables away. Akane comes, though hesitant but you smile at her and try to talk.

You hold back all emotions and smile, just so that no one else has to bear any guilt because of you. Kokonoi sighs, you're trying to move on and fix things alone.

Like always...

This is just the way you are. 

Nothing but an idiot.

But seeing you try makes his face droop. It latches an unexplained weight onto his heart. 

________ "Are you happy, Koko?" ________

___________ "Help me, Seishu. Help me." ___________

He sighs.

He's not happy.

He doubt he ever will be.

[strawberry-milkbunny]

I have no one to talk to about Tokyo Rev so here r my random hot takes that I need to say:

- Emma and Hina r boring and used as romance plot devices it’s okay to admit that Wakui can’t write women idk I don’t expect shounen/men to be able to write girls well (still cried when Emma died tho bc she didn’t deserve it!!!)

- lol I LOVE Yuzuha and Senju tho

- I actually do like Emma and Draken together but I also firmly believe Draken is in love w/Mikey and was just projecting onto Emma LMAO

- Yuzuha is a lesbian

- Controversial: I don’t think Shinchiro was THAT great of an older brother. Like he was cool but he still introduced Mikey and Izana into the world of gang life/normalizing violence and yeah OG Black Dragons isn’t like that but….what do u expect when u form a gang??? .obviously there’s a high chance that it’s gonna develop into LEGIT gang activity

- As an adult and someone who was basically raised by an older sibling w/a big age gap (my sis is 7 years older) I kinda don’t blame Takeomi for being a bad older brother??? Realistically he’s a 17 yr old in charge of raising 2 toddlers like NO SHIT he did a bad job. At least Shin had his grandfather to help out but Takeomi actually had no one. Doesn’t explain y he’s a brokey LOL buttttt again I don’t FULLY blame him for being a bad sibling still hurt my boi Sanzu 😤😤

- I HC that Mikey is used to having a caretaker (Draken and later Sanzu) bc when Shin died he was so depressed and genuinely couldn’t get out of bed

- Takemitchy is also lowkey boring/typical shounen protagonist and canonically stinky like Hina could do sm better. This is personal preference so I find myself wanting more chaotic/dumb protagonists who are slightly morally ambiguous like Denji, Gintoki, hell even Naruto at times. Takemitchy didn’t get character development until BD arc and that’s just a bit too long for me….

- Koko and Inui r gay and dating 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

- the Haitani brothers r the kardashians of the TR universe they’re so embarrassing Deadass show up and pose/do absolutely nothing I LOVE THEM SHKSKSKSK

- I love how it’s universally agreed that Mitsuya and Chifuyu r the best bois

- I have mixed feelings about Izana. I genuinely do like him and DESPISE how he’s whitewashed by fanart

- I get it u genuinely just wanted to not be alone and found out ur adopted in the worst way possible but…..idk how that justifies killing ur own sister but u do u ig 🤷‍♀️ and u have KAKUCHO AS UR FAMILY WTH

- don’t listen to me tho I’m a Mikey and Sanzu stan LMAOO 🤭🤭🤭

- Izana is the definition of mommy issues and 100% had crunchy hair lik mans was homeless

- if I saw Izana IRL I would RUN 🏃‍♀️idk he looks a lil crazy

- also this man does not know Tagalog he didn’t even know he was Filipino until he was lik 12

- idk the Tenjiku arc is so funny to me bc Izana is deadass: imma kill everyone in Mikey’s life for revenge and Mikey is lik: bruh I didn’t even kno u existed until last week and now ur killing our sister UNPROVOKED ???

- Bonten!Mikey is a virgin/no libido mans is DEPRESSED

- wished the Bonten arc was longer simply for the outfits bc Wakui KNOWS FASHION but that shit was DEPRESSION

- 3 Deities Arc was amazing and also funny/serious at the same time. It literally was an all out brawl in an AMUSEMENT PARK

- fr tho wtf was Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi doing there??? Like they’re canonically 27 GO GET A JOB STOP FIGHTING 15 YEAR OLDS SHKSKSKS

- U cannot tell me that Sanzu WASNT sad when Baji and Mucho died.

- Baji was straight up his childhood friend and the only one other than Senju who knows about the plane incident/Mikey’s possessive side. And In the OG!timeline I’m pretty sure Baji was the only friend Sanzu DIDNT attack. While with Mucho he was pretty much his older brother, Sanzu just decided Mikey was better

- Tbh if the dark impulses/Shin thing wasn’t real I would’ve firmly believed Mikey had DID or something. Which again made only worse by the fact that violence and death is such a regular thing in his life (GET THIS MAN THERAPY LIK WTF IS SHIN AND GRANDPA SANO DOING???)

- Kazutora going a lil crazy is lowkey expected and I hate how we only find out about his home life in the character books. This kid grew up in a physically and mentally abusive household (gaslight to pick between parents and as s/o who has experienced that shit it’s fucked up) and I rlly don’t think prison helped out his mental stability either no shit he tried to kill Mikey

- I don’t ship Mikey and Takemichy (despite the IMMENSE gay ness btwn them) firmly bc I think everyone can see how much power Takemitchy has over Mikey idk it has a weird power dynamic like if Takemitchy tried he could 100% control Mikey (platonically or romantically)

- Baji, Chifuyu and Kazutora r a throuple

- I HATE how Sanzu is reduced to this crazy drug addict. Sanzu is canonically smart, manipulative, and formally trained fighter. He also REMEMBERS the OG timeline, he had to experience Shin dying twice and everyone else die no shit he’s a little bonkers/needs drugs to take everything away. Plus his relationship to Mikey which tbh is a whole separate post

- controversial !!!: I ship Mikey and Sanzu or Mikey and Draken. Sanzu only bc this man has a big ass crush and deserves some niceness for once

- ppl write Kakucho as this shy, nice guy like ur not wrong but mans is also running UNPROVOKED into Yakuza offices like it’s the gym while dragging Rindou wit him 😭😭😭

- the haitanis r the best sibling duo

- It lowkey makes me mad in fanfics where Ran is depicted as cheating w/Rin’s gf like??? This man raised his younger brother himself u cannot tell me he doesn’t love his brother and would actually do that to him

- Ran would 1000% do anything for Rin and i firmly believe he kinda regrets not saying anything in court to prevent Rindou frm joining him in jail. Like saying he forced Rindou to kill someone w/him, abusing his brother at home, etc especially in the Bonten! tl he def thinks about wtf he dragged his brother into

- I also don’t think they’ve slept w/ the same person before. Idk I feel like they have diff types like Ran goes for more motherly/mature types while Rindou goes for sweeter/shy types

- Draken has road rage

- Yuzuha should’ve been taller like AT LEAST 5’7 bitch is related to Hakkai and Taiju for gods sake

- OG BD 100% thought Wakasa was a girl for at least a month. He’s canonically 5’3 and pretty.

- Characters who r 100% bisexual: WAKASA, Senju,maybe Hina, Draken (def in denial), Rindou, Ran (he’s a whore as long as ur pretty he’s down), Sanzu, Koko, Kazutora, Chifuyu

- Mitsuya had a crush on Draken

[kycken]

[Continued from HERE.]

Hajime doesn’t respond at all. He hadn’t posed the question expecting a serious answer- Just running his ‘clever’ mouth, as always.

For a lack of better things to do.

Yet when Seishu utters those broad generalizations about his sister, something inside of his chest lurches almost violently. He feels like throwing up, choking on his own stomach acid- Scathing and bilious. 

Whatever, frankly, bullshit spills out of Inui’s stupid head he doesn’t pay much close attention to- Only latching upon fragments from his litany of excuses.

“-this is the end. I don’t want you to be stuck with me.” “I made some other friends, so I won’t be alone or anything-”

“Ano saa, Inupi…  Are you trying to torture me?”

It’s more of a statement than a legitimate question. Narrow and foxish eyes, too angular for his own liking, stare ahead at the blonde- Unblinking, like he wanted to scour the other’s bones clean, rend great slabs of raw meat from his body and throw it to the fucking wolves.

“Is this some kinda fucked up revenge plot against me, for being so utterly weak and useless?” he continues, the low drawl of his voice not even raising by a single decibel out of respect for Akane-san’s parents.

Kokonoi wasn’t oblivious. He heard the whispers behind Seishu’s back- That he’d set the fire himself, on purpose. How ‘scary’ the other boy looked now that he wore that scarred mark that so effortlessly symbolized his own failure. 

Every day he tried even harder to fix things. To return to those carefree days spent studying at the Inui household. The surgery would be a success and even if Akane-san had scars, his love for her would never wane. He and Inupi would enter the same high school, pal around, maybe join a sports club together. It’d all go back to the way it used to be, the way their lives were supposed to play out.

Isn’t that ‘Koko’ guy gross? He’d do anything for money. You think he’s into that enjo kōsai shit? Yeah, I’d totally believe it- I heard he’s done it all! Drugs, murder, extortion…

“Why are you doing this to me…? Oi, answer me- Do you like making me suffer even more?”

His rage spikes harshly, like the needle on one of those richter scale machines jumping at the sheer magnitude of a sudden and violent earthquake. His fingers claw into the blonde’s coltish and bony shoulders through his suit, the color of mourning. Grief.

“I threw it all away, y’know. You gotta go ‘All-In’ if you wanna actually make a name for yourself. But I’m tired… I’m so tired of being one tiny fish at the bottom of an ocean, while the sharks continue to circle around and just take what they want. Without a thought or a care in the entire world. That kind of power isn’t something you can just make up, or throw around like you actually earned it.”

His eyes are still boring into Seishu’s with that same strange and manic intensity. He’s ashamed that he can feel the hot sting of tears welling up beneath his eyelids.

“Just what have you been doing the whole time Akane-san was suffering like that? Besides running away and hiding like a coward. Ever since the fire, I’ve been working myself ragged. Barely ever sleeping. Thinking up new plans, other avenues to make money: So the hospital would actually do their jobs for once. Someone has to take responsibility... But I didn’t manage to change anything! I couldn’t save her. And now you want to leave me, too.”

@rxsolvx

[highkeykithes]

The Gift of Love

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Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x F!Reader 

Synopsis: When two friends find comfort in each other, but both know it's forbidden. 

CW: Friends with benefits, Make-out session, angst (not an ideal ending), mentioned Inui Akane.

A/N: This short is inspired by the fic i'm writing, because i've been wanting to do more oneshots. The chapter that inspired this hasn't been released, so if you follow me on wattpad and read my [Tokyo Rev. x reader] series, just know this isn't part of the plot line at all but you'll probably see something similar later on.

Loud music emerges from speakers on the downstairs floor. People had to shout in order for their friends to hear them; however, that didn’t stop the smile glued on their lips.

People crowded the first floor; the couches, kitchen, tables, and much more furniture were all just bombarded with people's bodies. The second floor was off limits — the one thing the host asked of his guest. 

Upon all those people partying was a group of colleagues, the four of them part of the same gang – all scattered in different areas. There were two brothers, the youngest had found his way to the DJ and is now working with him. The eldest Haitani was with a girl in the crowd, smiling down at her with satisfaction as his hands rested on her hips.

No one was watching them, and if someone was they didn't care, cause it's not like they know anyone there. It's probably the reason why the girl was letting him hold her, for she's downed a good amount of cups and looks like she's actually enjoying the night. Because everyone knows if this was any ordinary day, she'd be arguing with the man like usual. 

As mentioned there were four of them, but the last was all the way in the kitchen. His narrowed, dark eyes, staying focused on the [color]-haired girl the Haitani dances with, bothered and annoyed with her lack of sobriety.

He was upset with you.

He was annoyed with your weakness when it came to the Haitanis. You seemed to always indulge with whatever they wanted to do, even with the frenemy relationship you have with them. It's why he always ends up tagging along, no matter how many times you try to get him to stay back.

You agreed with the brothers and called him killjoy, stating he's always uptight and never wants to do anything fun. You guys were still young to party, in the future you'll never experience being a nineteen year old again. You were just trying to enjoy the fun moments of a young delinquent, not being up Mikey’s ass all the time.

It's just, it's not that he doesn't want to have fun, or to prevent you from having fun. But he just hates how easy it is for others to match with your personality, talking to you with no trouble like friends and colleagues do. He hates how easy you fall for that excuse of a man, Ran.

“Yoo, Koko,” Suddenly, the boy feels a hand patting his back, followed by new company standing shoulder to shoulder with him. 

He freezes, his plastic cup making a crunching noise from the strengthened grip. He looks to his right from where the pat comes from, seeing Ran leaning against the counter with his signature cocky smirk. It irked him that he had the audacity to do that.

“Having fun over here by yourself?” Ran jokes, removing his hand while gesturing to the fountain of punch in front of him. “You haven't gotten winked at yet?” he teases.

“Leave him alone, Ran” You scoff from Koko’s left, back leaned against the counter before raising a new filled cup to your lips. You’ve honestly lost count after your third cup, Koko didn’t though, he knows that's your seventh. 

His eyes look over to you, but you're focused on the liquid inside the cup entering your mouth. He hears Ran laughing behind him, followed by an amused groan that makes him want to punch the elder in the face. However, that thought washes away when you lower the cup and turn your head, [color] eyes meeting with his.

He jerks his head back, blinking away to his own cup before chugging the rest of it, acting as if you didn't just catch him staring. 

“Woah, Koko!” Your eyes widen along with the smile stretching on your lips, raising your right hand to pat the back of his shoulder. “You sure you can handle the hangover tomorrow?” You tease him, earning a shared laugh with Ran.

“Ohhh yeaah, it's your first time drinking stuff like this, huh?” The lilac-eyed man asks, not giving the boy a chance to answer since he’s too busy gulping down whatever is left in his mouth. “Speaking of, I’m gonna take Rindou a drink. Bastard has been blowing up my phone about it” Ran tsk, taking a brand new cup and nudging Koko aside to fill it up.

The boy bumps into you, gripping the edge of the counter to hold himself up which causes his empty cup to fall on its side. “Damn, are you drunk, Koko?” you ask, continuing to humor the situation with a hint of concern in your voice.

Koko doesn't respond, not even when Ran walks out of the kitchen, leaving you two alone with other strangers. Well, mostly strangers. From what you told them, you knew the host of the party, an old friend from middle school who invited you. Some of these people might be your old classmates, so why aren't you afraid they'll judge you for dropping out to become a delinquent?

Do they even know that you're part of that life? None of you guys are wearing your coats representing the gang, so that helps keeping it a secret. They're all dangled over your bikes left down the street, hidden away so no one steals them. Does being here make you regret following Mikey all the way through? Wishing all these people here were your friends instead of them?

“nghh” Koko suddenly groans, raising a hand to his forehead to comfort the pounding. He's only had three cups, all filled to the top, but only three. How can the rest of you drink closer to ten without feeling like shit? Was he really that much of a killjoy?

“Ahh, alright” you push yourself off the counter and face him, patting his shoulder. “You're gonna feel twenty times worse tomorrow, how about you stop for the night” you suggest with a small smile, one forced upon your lips. He knew you were bothered with his sudden pain. 

However, something snaps in Koko, making him feel the need to prove he wasn't going to wuss out with only three cups. When he turned to look at you, his eyes came across the cup in your hand still filled with punch. His own rolled off the counter awhile ago, and the bag of cups were now empty. He decided using yours won't be much of a problem.

He lifted himself up and reached in your direction, targeting the cup that was immediately pulled back by you. The lack of support made him stumble, finding the stable ability by holding himself up on your chest, all while one arm continues reaching for your cup.

Your other hand holds his shoulder, keeping him in place despite it meaning he's pushed up right against you. “Seriously, Koko, it's enough” you state, placing the cup down on the counter before capturing his wrist. 

“Whaat? No” He scrunches his face, shaking his head with genuine annoyance that makes you believe he's acting in a sober state. He rips his hand from your grip and pushes your arms down, keeping them there as he turns you two around so he's closer to the drink. 

You never knew Koko could be this stubborn, determined all for a halfway filled drink. “Koko, stop” you call, easily holding him back by pushing on his chest. 

“Koko stop” He mimicked, following it with a patronizing laugh. “I'm finally enjoying myself and you want me to stop?”

“You're not having fun” You tell him, shaking your head while looking at him eye to eye. “C'mon, I’ll take you home” you offer, trying to keep the conversation at a level one. 

He copies your head movement, giving a childish pout. “Why are you telling me I’m not having fun? What do you know about fun, huh? Just a minute ago you were letting Ran touch all over ya. You call that fun?” He scoffs with a tilt to his head. 

“I call it letting loose, y'know, pretending like I didn't just come from a meeting declaring war on our friends” you fire back, not stepping down from his challenging and teasing remarks. 

Koko disagrees with your reasoning, a cheap excuse to let yourself dance with the man who attacked and hated you at one point. He understands you miss all your friends, that you've accepted it's better for them to stay away, but is Ran really the person you think to run to first for comfort?

To let him flirt with you even though he knows you have no sincere interest in him, putting his hands on you because it's the only touch you get besides fighting. Oh but the way you look at him, not Ran. Him. 

Purposely locking eyes with him as Ran whispered stuff into your ears, letting him know you don't care for the man like Koko thinks you do. And he hates it, he hates playing this waiting game with you. Wondering when it'll be his turn to get the courage to understand what's so special about you that it attracts others.

Well, he's already taken an interest in you, mainly because you've two gotten closer over the years since Tomans disbandment. Besides Sanzu, you two were basically the others only friend, seeing each other everyday. He’ll watch from the sidelines as others shamelessly try to hit on you, only to be ignored because just like him, there's someone in the back of your mind that you're quite not over.

That's what pulled you two close, connecting because you both share the same problem. He’ll watch you try to move on, offering advice. You don't even attempt to help him, because it's been too many years and he's still hooked on the same person, while yours only lasted a few.

Now it's just the waiting game, and he's the only one that could put an end to it. 

A sigh breaks Koko out from his thoughts, and all of a sudden the rapid beating of his heart he had no idea about came to a calm pace, erasing the pounding from his ears. His vision clears, and you're still standing in front of him with a displeased expression. He feels the front of his shirt being pinched, so he looks down and is not surprised to see it's your doing.

“That ain't coming out” You state, releasing the white shirt he wears to reveal a red stain of punch, for when he chugged the cup earlier some had spilled out. He finally feels the sticky and gross texture left on his neck, making him flush in embarrassment – and because he was a bit tipsy. 

“If you want–”

“I'm gonna go wash my face” He cuts you off, denying whatever offer you were going to give him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, he wasn't supposed to offend you because he was envying the fact Ran was brave enough to make a move on you. The only reason he should be jealous is if you reject him, but that hasn't even happened.

“Koko–” You reach an arm out but he pushes it down, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen filled with others who don't pay a single look to the scene. You just stand there, standing there watching as he disappeared into the crowd, guilt starting to bubble up in your gut. And none of it was from the alcohol.

Koko started to feel as if he was sobering up with each step he took to the bathroom. Though, not sober enough to follow the hosts rules. The line to the bathroom was long, and he knew if he joined in then he'd be left with his thoughts and throw up from them, ruining the night even more.

So he walks to the stairs that are filled with people drunk or high out of their mind, even giving him directions to the bathroom upstairs because they've been using it the entire time too. He used the railings for support, looking over the room and taking in the sight of everyone pressed up against each other. He can't believe he just walked through all of that. 

Koko eventually found his way to the bathroom, the hall deserted with only faded music being heard. He opens the door and walks in, locking it behind him as his other hand twists the sinks handle. Warm water runs from the faucet, filling his cupped hands he feels tingling from the rush of adrenaline and embarrassment.

He needs to get back to his apartment, take a proper shower and down as many glasses of water as possible. He wanted the day to be new, where you and him can walk into a meeting and act as if nothing happened. To talk and act like friends without the knowledge that something is there. Was he the only one feeling it? Is that why you never made a move? Was he just like everyone else, interested in you and had to take a number? 

“fuck…” He whispers after splashing the first wave of water onto his face, some of it getting on his shirt. He doesn't even care anymore, after all it's already ruined with that pinkish-red stain. Why was he so difficult for himself?

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, making him flinch and let the water overflow his cupped hands. “Koko?” you call from behind the wood, one hand on the knob as the other lays flat. 

He picks up his hunched form and grips the edge of the counter, looking at himself in the mirror with pity. Why were you still following him? He wants to ask you, but the other part of him feels his heart picking up speed.

“Can I come in?” 

He inhales a deep breath and stretches it out through his nose, closing his eyes as he convinces himself he's sober enough to pretend all of what happened tonight was already forgotten. His left hand reaches out and unlocks the door before dipping his head back down to the water, splashing himself some more.

Not even a second later the door opens, and you squeeze yourself through since the sink was right there. You shut the door behind you and lock it, keeping your back pressed against it with your hands holding the knob behind. You stare at him through the mirror with concern, and also guilt that the reason he's acting like this is because of you. 

He straightens himself up, but his head remains lowered in refusal to meet your eyes. He grabs the rag hanging on the wall before patting his face, dying the droplets of water running down his clear skin. He does all of this under your stare, waiting for you to say something, anything. It keeps quiet even as he wets the rag with the running faucet, feeling the tension grow thick.

Koko shuts off the water and finally looks into the mirror at himself, wringing out the washcloth ‘til it's not too dry and not too wet. He raises it to his neck, but the rough texture doesn't meet his skin, for you captured his wrist in your hand.

His eyes divert over to you in the mirror, but you're not waiting for him anymore. Your head is tilted to the side, your body somewhat too, wanting to meet with his eyes, not his reflections. The only reason it happened was because you used your other hand to softly take hold of the side of his face, turning his head to look at you.

Both of you are washed with hesitation, scared of the situation you’re both in. You look at each other with furrowed brows and softened eyes, lips sealed because there is nothing to be said.

You let go of his face and he holds it in place, watching as you focus your eyes on the washcloth you use to clean away the sticky liquid staining his neck. He turns his body to make it easier, mirroring yours which he can tell made your breathing stutter from the quick stop in gesture. 

You move onto the other side of his neck, wiping away the only stripe of dried punch. Then you wipe his jaw side to side, and then the corner of his lips even though he washed it away on his own. Your thumb follows after, drying it but it feels like smudging. 

You were wiping food that wasn't there, crumbs to be exact, but to Koko you were focused on him. Not the concern for your childhood friend, not his boss, him. 

“[name]...” he whispers, taking the rag from your hand and placing it on the sink. He then pushes some hair out of your face, palm cupping your jaw. He wants you to look at him, but your eyes are focused on the stain in the middle of his shirt.

Your hands slide up his chest, hooking over his shoulders before locking around his neck. His decision is made right then and there, the time he's gonna stop worrying for a second and grab a taste of what's so intriguing about you that it managed to have him thinking about you for so long.

He leans forward and you don't even have to think to do the same, connecting your lips that seal the longing crave. His hands drop to your waist, wrapping around your lower back and pulling your bodies close together until personal space isn't even a thing. He has you pinned against the door, digging his fingers into the back of your skin that has you losing because of his touch.

God does he just love the way you taste like cigarettes, the smell mixing with your perfume which just sets the perfect combination. He loves it so much that after you pull away to let out a shaky breath, he goes right back in but with more confidence and lust. He's practically hugging you at this point, nibbling on your bottom lip which has you raising your hands to cup the sides of his head.

You break the kiss to call his name, but your lips stay so close together that you're murmuring it into his mouth. “Koko–” you managed to breathe before he captured your mouth once more. “We shouldn't–” a breathy moan escapes your lips when he kisses you again, fingertips digging deeper into your skin that his fingernails will leave shapes.

His tongue finds his way past your lips and teeth, rolling it over with yours that instinctively takes action. The kiss is rushed with need, as if you both were truly two lovers who hadn't felt each other in years. 

“Why do you look at me when you're with Ran” he breaks the kiss for a moment, but of course the brushing of your lips doesn't leave. His eyes slightly open, lids lazily dropped while yours were wide. He feels your flustered breath and the way your lips shake against his own, caught off guard with his question and behavior overall. “When he whispers flirty things in your ear, why are you looking at me?” he asks again, close to giving your lips what they want.

“Why do you think?” your hand trails down to cup the side of his neck, thumb running along his jaw. Your other hooks over his shoulder, preventing him from moving backwards even though that wasn't his plan. “Because he's telling me to watch how jealous you get” your fingers trail up his scalp, leaving him goosebumps and a violent shiver to run down his spine.

“Jealous?” he scoffs, tilting his head as you do the same but in opposite ways. “Does he kiss you too?”

“no” you're quick to assure, promising him.

Your answer has him kissing you again, but this time his hands un-claw from your back and slide further down, past your ass and hooking around the back of your thighs. He hoists you up against the door which earns a gasp in surprise, along with your legs wrapping around his waist as your fingers tangle with his hair. 

He shifts you onto the counter, sitting you down and going back to holding you close. “Fuck [name]” he pants, easing the kiss into a slow, sloppy make out that's filled with tongue and heavy groans with each seal of the lips. 

“You act like– like you've been waiting– mm” you whisper between kisses, being stopped by a long and harsh one that has your closed eyes squeezing even harder. He bit your bottom lip, sucking on it before slipping his tongue back between your teeth.

You know he's been waiting, he knows you know that. You were mocking his desperation, the one-hundred percent he gave into making this enjoyable moment satisfying for the both of you. Because he knows you needed this attention just as much as he needed it, the lost touch of love that has you both making this mistake in finding comfort in the other.

Why couldn't it have been Ran, or even Shion you could be tangling with like this? There's other Kanto Manji members that are willing to make a pass at you, offering to replace the boy you thought was the one – not Koko, but another. And why were you the first girl he wanted to be with like this? For years it's always been...her. He's only ever thought of her, going as far as mistaking his friend for her. 

Because both of you knew, that deep down you both won't have the ones you truly love. You're forbidden to see them, rather they are alive or dead. So the next best thing is each other, getting rid of the tension both of you created that even Sanzu had the brains to point out. All of it was a mistake, because really you're only using each other to cope with what is lost.

“Hajime” You gasp, holding your hand over your mouth as his teeth graze the skin of your throat. Your tank top made it easy, sliding off one of the three-inch straps – and bra string – with his hand holding your jaw the other way to give him more space.

He licks a path up all the way to your jaw, eyes opened and carefully watching your beauty unfold. He inhales a guttural breath before leaving a kiss where his tongue had ended.

“Don't stop” you shamelessly beg, pulling him close by the back of his neck. 

God you were so fucking beautiful and perfect in every single way. Your facial expressions, the goose-bumping sounds– fuck, just all of it he was in love with. He doesn't have to explain himself to anyone why he's enjoying your presence, why he wants to shove it in everyone's face that you were begging him for his attention. 

Did the one you truly want make you feel this way? Did he have the [name] who answers to no man – except your boss – pleading for Koko to come closer and kiss her again? Did he have you losing all self respect for yourself to the point you're allowing Koko to strip you of your tank-top?

No, he doesn't think so.

Koko discards his one of too many collard shirts, reconnecting your lips as his hands find themselves pressing against your upper back. He sits you up straight so your fronts are pressed together, sharing each other's body warmth. 

He feels the stitches on your back as a result of your guys previous fight, getting cut deep enough to leave a sliced hole by your own damn switchblade stolen by Shion himself. Which is probably why he's not the one you're running to for stuff like this. 

The injury reminds him of who you guys are and what you do, the reason many of you delinquents are touch starved. Because you're so focused on fighting and getting on top that the concept of settling down with someone sounds impossible. It's why Koko is always saying relationships are a distraction and only slow you down, but yet here he is.

“You're so pretty” spills from his lips with a pleased hum. It was admirable how one who was so obviously insecure and boyish could be so breathtaking, literally.

“Shut up” you demand, furrowing your brows in offense. “Just kiss me”

He smirks against your lips, “yes ma'am” he teases.

His hands hold onto your clothed thighs as your arms hold him close from behind his head, carding your fingers through his hair as the kiss softened into a more gentle pace. You both became aware that this wasn't a dream, and that you're actually rule-breaking colleagues. That's why the kiss eased into a more shameful romantic way.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have eyes on Koko even before Kanto Manji was formed. He was an attractive guy, still pulls off that red eyeliner, perfect curls, great sense in fashion, etc. But at the time you never even thought you'd be something more than acquaintances, because you still had that person you wanted stuck to your side. He was the only thing on your mind.

But after tonight, there's no coming back from the lines you've both crossed. The betrayal both of you share, lost in a cloud of desire. 

Suddenly, there's a vibration coming from the counter, ignored at first as you continue stealing each others breath. The second buzz has you both scowling in annoyance, until the third finally breaks you away.

One of your hands remain on the back of his neck, leaning a bit forward to grab the phone from your pocket. You look down at the device held between you two as Koko leaves kisses to your cheek, ignoring the distraction. 

“Shit” you pull away from him, eyes going wide in realization. “Fuck, it's Ran” you announce, making his eyes flicker over to your panicked ones. 

You answer the phone and hold it to your ear, slightly pushing Koko away by his chest. The boy in question watches as you converse with the brother on the other end, tone switched to normal as if you're not partially bare.

“What? Well why is that idiots first idea to beat him up?!” You turn annoyed, obviously Ran's doing. “Fine! I’ll find Koko and meet you guys there, just stop causing scenes” you finally state before ending the call, rolling your eyes with a dreading sigh.

You lean back against the mirror, it's cold glass forming goosebumps. One arm drapes over your stomach while the other rests over its wrist, licking your lips as the definition of patience leaves your mind.

“What?” Koko questions, standing between your legs once again and placing his hands on either side of your hips. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at the gesture, for the phone call made you realize where you guys were and what led up to it. All seven of those drinks you had, forgotten due to your sobering head. You start to feel bad, like a piece of shit because you know this is all a mistake. Not some fun little one you can laugh about later, but one you know both of you will regret.

“Rindou got into a heated argument and punched a guy, so they fled” you inform, sitting back up and finding your hand on the back of his neck despite your foolish realization. “And it's getting late, so we should go too” 

Your touch wasn't the same, he felt the hesitation in it. And your eyes were filled with guilt that concluded him to one thing. You were regretting the moment you shared with him in this bathroom. You were regretting him and the attention you seeked for.

“[name]–”

“I shouldn't have let this happen, I’m sorry” you apologize, pushing him away again and standing from the counter. You're quick to pull over your tank top, but it doesn't hide the evidence of betrayal. You toss him his shirt and he redresses, quick so he doesn't lose you.

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, but you brush him off.

“We were both drunk and won't recall this tomorrow, okay?” you state, engraving it into his mind that even though the chances of remembering it were close to one-hundred, he still has to play dumb. 

“You regret it?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the doorknob so you couldn't leave.

“We can't do this, Koko” you look off to the side in shame and insincerity. “It's not good for either of us. If we let it go on it'll get in the way of Kanto Manji, and our only priority should be Mikey. Not each other” you remind, hugging yourself because it suddenly became cold.

He doesn't like the way you say his name now, regret spiking your tone. And he hates the fact that those are a mixture of words he'd say in the past, one's he would use to convince you that love had no place in the delinquent life. He hates that you listened to him, because now his own advice was biting him in the ass.

“Maybe if we could just do this occasionally” he cups the side of your face, being the one to beg now. 

“No, Koko. I'm sorry for leading you on like that but we have to end it here before it gets worse” you repeat yourself, but you can't find the courage to leave his touch. It's too warm and comforting that you wanna punch yourself for wanting to reject it. 

“Then let's go to my place and talk this out. We can make it work” He tries again, letting go of the doorknob to cup the other side of your face as he goes to close up the space again. 

You softly scoff, turning your face out of his hands with an attempt to hold an annoyed smile. “We both know if I walk through that door with you, there's no coming back from it. We can't even come back from this” you use a finger to point back and forth at you guys. “We don't want to make this work, Koko. There's nothing to work with. If anything, we’re just using each other” you finally let spill, feeling your chest tighten the second it left.

Why were you talking for him? Who's we? He doesn't give a shit if you're using each other, if tomorrow morning he’ll wake up and go, ‘fuck, maybe I shouldn't have done that’. He doesn't care, he wants you. He wants you to touch him more, to take care of him like you were doing earlier, to prove to others he's not a killjoy and can move on from what is dead. The last one may cancel out his whole argument but it's the process of moving on, he wants to move on with you.

For years to come you'll both serve under Mikey and you can already assume it'll be something big, an organization you'll all have a huge part in. So for these upcoming years you'll still see each other everyday, will remember this night you guys broke free of all self-respect, and will always act like nothing is there.

“Then use me” 

Your eyes snap hard over to his, lips parting in quick disbelief at his words. He was crazy, desperate for mistakes like this to happen again. Why was he so insisting? He can't possibly be serious. use him? 

“Use me 'til you’re satisfied” he continues, placing his hands on the counter beside you, leaving you no place to go. “Use me for him, and I’ll use you for her” he negotiates, staring deeply into your eyes with nothing but determination to catch you feeling the same way. 

He hates lying to himself, but for you he’ll risk it all. He’ll tell you to use each other, for you to think he's who you want and call him by a different name during moments like these. And then he’ll do the same with you. Yeah, that's what will happen. Just like you, he’ll– oh who is he kidding? He's only saying all of this for you to touch him again.

He can't even force himself to mistake you for the eldest Inui. When you look at him and see whoever it is you want, he can only stare at you. Literally just you. Your [color] hair, [color] eyes, [color] skin and just god dammit all of it! When the focus is on you or when his mind even has a single thought about you, Akane is nowhere in sight – metaphorically and physically. It's only ever just been you for these past months whenever he craves attention and touch.

If letting you use him is the key to finding himself in moments like these again, then you better believe he’ll lie just for you.

He leans forward, stopping halfway in the few inch gap between your faces. He's looking at you and you're looking through him, a hand slowly but surely holding the side of his neck while the other cups his face. And in that moment Koko realizes your touch is no longer warm, but cold as a result it wasn't meant for him.

Though, as you lean forward and meet him halfway, you both share the flush feeling heating your faces. The goosebumps trailing your skin as his arms wrap around your lower back, holding you close in a gentle and steady embrace. The satisfaction he feels to taste and smell you so closely again, wishing he had a candle that was a mixture of your signature perfume and cigarettes.

The kiss wasn't rushed or filled with need like earlier. It was slow and peaceful, learning the shape of each others mouths and the timing when it's appropriate to pull away and catch a quick breath. It was a beautiful feeling to have, one that warmed Koko's heart with hope and good intentions. 

You can use him for his entire life and he wouldn't care. You can deny this sneaky relationship of yours, complain that it wasn't right, only to run back into his touch. And he’ll accept you every time.

[nanaosaki3940]

Tokyo Revengers Season 2 Episode 2 Moments

1. Hakkai and Yuzuha’s official intro!! 😊

2. Hakkai being a Mitsuya-simp!! 😂 

3. Yuzuha’s first priority is always gonna be her lil bro Hakkai!! 😅 

4. The 2nd Division duo!! 😍 

5. All the anime original scenes we should appreciate... 

6. Hakkai and Takemichi being best bros now!! So precious!! 🤧 

7. Bi-icon Koko is here y’all!! 😆 

8. Not gonna lie... Inui’s looking clean here!! 😎

9. The fact that Yuzuha shares the same Japanese voice actor with Maki Zenin from Jujutsu Kaisen makes perfect sense for her to be a total badass!! My queen!! 😍😘 

10. Madman Taiju appears!! Run, bitch, run!!! 😰 

11. I don’t know about the others but I like manga Taiju’s intro better. He looks insane and equally terrifying in the manga compare to the anime’s intro. 

12. Can we talk about the ED now?? Like they used the front color page of manga chapter 79 in it?!?! 

13. Shin-chan, is that you with baby Mikey?!?! 😭😭😭 

They even used Ken Wakui sensei’s official art!! 

14. Baji, my bae, my love!!! I miss you so fucking much!!! 😭😭😭 

And this is also from an official art of Wakui sensei!! 

15. Manila Mikey?!?! 😨😱 

I’M DEAD Y’ALL!!! 

Here’s the ED on YouTube!! 

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S3EP7

aka: "let's get ready to rumble"

Damn, Izana beating up every big name gang leader, even that one Ikebukuro dude who oversaw the Valhalla vs Toman fight.. up until Kazutora knocked him out anyway.

So Shion’s responsible for sending Mitsuya and Smiley to the hospital.. how rude of you sir. Also kinda bummed that happened of-fscreen, I was sorta looking forward to see Shion fight a little bit finally.

Oh I just noticed Koko standing around nearby too in his new Tenjiku coat.

Aw the poor boy, look at him all hurt still. At least he didn’t look too thrilled to be there.

Sanzu! Another one I wanna see fight so badly! Show me why the fandom adores you!

Oh I bet all the Ran fans went nuts over that close up zoom of him.

For a brief moment, I thought Toman was pulling up wearing some huge sunglasses til I realized that’s just some serious looking shadows over there eyes.

Now I understand the gang driving up to the pier was evident at the start of the OP, but was including Mikey and Draken towards the end just there for theatrics or are they really gonna show up later on after losing Emma?

Pfftt wait a damn minute, Koko has cuts and bruises on his faces a little while ago, but now when we’re taking a look at everyone lining up, his face is all healed? What witchcraft is that.

For real, Kisaski sitting back all the way high up on the containers.. c’mon down and fight ya coward!

Yo yo hold the fuck up.. there’s that many Tenjiku members?? They’re like ten times the size of Toman here. Good lord..

Oh if they’re starting one vs one with Shion, then Angry has gotta take revenge for his bro. I’d say Hakkai but he got enough attention last season.

I’ll be damned, it’s Peh who stepped up!

Ain’t no way he took out Shion with a single punch?? I mean I’m thrilled if that’s the case but the dude was talking such big smack and got knocked out so quickly?? Hilarious!

Pfftt leave it to Takemichi to headbutt a guy first before even thinking of using his fists.

Peh is basically using Tenjiku’s men as weapons the way he’s flinging them about!

Hakkai punching ‘em down head first all the way to the ground as always. Ya love to see it.

Chifuyu being best boy and coming in with a swift kick to save others.

Even Izana is acknowledging how weak Shion is. That must hurt.

Holy hell.. I should’ve expected Izana to also have fearsome kicks like Mikey. He sent Peh flying.

Damn straight Chifuyu!! I was waiting for him to come kick the shit outta Mochi!!

Oh boy, Ran vs Hakkai and Rindo vs Angry. Let’s go y’all!

Of course that leads Takemichi to face Kakucho. We saw this coming. Though I haven’t a clue on who Sanzu and Mucho will spare with. Inui and Koko are probably gonna throw hits at each other too.

Okay, yup, there he goes getting a surprise hit on Inui. And Koko’s face is shown to be all beat up again like that one scene from a while ago didn’t exist.

Wait, Akane? Who might that be? And why are they important to Koko to need so much money?

Koko has to accept that Inui isn’t Akane..? Surely we’ll get more of this backstory next ep.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

How would they react if their crush shoved them out of the way to hug their friend instead of them (ALSOOO I LOVE UR WRITING AND I LITERALLY GET SO HAPPY WHEN YOU UPDATE UR BLOG EVEN WHEN ITS NOT ABT WRITING HCS ETC AT ALL)

Aww thanks, glad you like them! I kinda imagined the reader walking past instead of shoving them but here's them being ignored when they hold their arms out for a hug!

Takemichi- He has the saddest expression on his face, he looks like somebody just died (it was his happiness). This has literally ruined his whole day. 

Mikey- Pouts, that wasn't very nice of you to just ignore him like that and no one ignores him. Immediately walks over to you to confront you about it, he wants to know why you just did that.

Draken- Frowns but shrugs and "moves on". Basically he doesn't let it show that it effects him but mentally he thinks about it all day.

Baji- Curses under his breath, he's going to go fight a bunch of guys to calm down now

Chifuyu- He looks like he's about to cry for a moment, he got his hopes up that he was going to get a hug only for you to walk straight past him. Vaguely wonders what he did wrong and decides to study more later (read manga). 

Mitsuya- He's pretty chill about it, a bit shocked at first but mostly understands that you probably just didn't want a hug in that moment and that's ok. 

Hakkai- Sighs in relief, he only did that because Yuzuha told him to (she knowd he likes you and is trying to get him to make a move already).

Pah- Frowns but assumes you just didn't see him, maybe he'll try again some other time.

Peh- He looks so sad for a moment but quickly shrugs it off. It probably doesn't mean anything right?

Smiley- His eyes snap open in surprise and his smile fades for a minute before he puts it back on. He spends the rest of the day muttering unhappily and seems to threaten more guys then usual. 

Angry- Blinks as he takes in what just happened, he's disappointed but tries not to let it bother him so much. You walking past doesn't mean you hate him or anything.

Mucho- Calls your name and asks you about it, figures the direct approach is the best way to clear things up. 

Sanzu- Says nothing but stares after you for a bit too long. Spends the rest of the day silently being annoyed, not with you though, he's annoyed with himself for hoping that would work.

Kisaki- He really didn't like that, spends a lot of time going over the scenario in his head over and over. He's trying to figure out where he went wrong and how to avoid it in the future. 

Hanma- Oh you want to play games with him? He can play games with you too! Hugs you and introduces himself as your boyfriend to your friends, all while having a very smug grin on his face.

Kazutora- "oh..." he just kinda stares blankly the rest of the day, being more quiet then usual. He's upset but tries to hide it (doesn't do a great job).

Taiju- Says your name, calling out to you. He doesn't exactly yell but he says it loudly enough that it can be mistaken as yelling. Of course he's marching over to you to ask what that was about. 

Koko- Pouts for a second before sticking his tongue out and acting like that didn't just bother him. He thinks about other ways he can win you over with later.

Inui- Shrugs and walks off, no one can actually tell if that bothered him or not. He's good at hiding his disappointment. 

Izana- Frowns and tries to convince himself that he didn't want a hug anyway. Watches you very closely though, if you offer anyone else a hug then he's going to get a bit jealous. This also makes him want a hug even more, he plans to get one eventually. 

Kakucho- He's a bit confused, he really thought that was going to work but it didn't. Worries that he did something to upset you. 

Shion- Just stays standing there, he thinks you're coming back after you're done talking to your friend. 

Ran- Sighs before walking after you, he stops quickly to whisper to you that you owe him now before he walks away, giving you a half hearted wave and smile before he disappears round the corner.

Rindou- He's just frowning a lot, frowns the rest of the day. But quickly says nothings wrong when Ran tries to question him. 

[the-travelling-bitch]

i demand an explanation-

act fool act fool act fool act fool

ahem, just imagine…

a deep, melodic voice, brushing right against your ear as his warm breath fans the side of your cheek; he pulls back as you lower your head in embarrassment at the heat flushing your face just from his words alone but he’s not having any of it

with two fingers under your chin he’s tilting your head up to meet his gaze, entrancing eyes swirling with something darker as his other hand on the small of your back pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the bulge in his pants

“you’ll be good for me, won’t you, doll?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… zhongli, al-haitham, kaeya, draken, osamu, semi, lucifer, malleus

he’s teasing, you know he is, but there’s not much you can do about it; no, not when he has you sat between his legs with your knees hooked over his thighs as his fingers flutter over your skin, dangerously close to where you need him most but never. quite. there.

this is how it has been all day; a fleeting touch here, an amused whisper in your ear there and your thoughts were spiralling out of control just like that, getting more lewd the more you tried to fight them off

and you also know he’s enjoying this, riling you up and acting coy about it later on, biding his time until you give up and give in, begging him to do something; his chuckle vibrates against your back, enough to make you whine out for him again before his fingers finally run through your soaked slit to collect your arousal

“look at you, so worked up all because of a few words? tell me what’s been running through that pretty head of yours~”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… childe, bachira, reo, asmo, belphie, solomon, koko, hanma, ran, suna, oikawa, mattsun, jamil, leona, lilia, ace

soft praise is rolling off his tongue like honey, clouding your head and slowing your thoughts; not that you’d need to think much anyway right now, all that mattered was the feeling of plush lips on yours, biting down on your bottom lip gently before he pulls back, so you can catch your breath

his knuckles brush over the bones of your cheeks and you lean into his touch, basking in the comfort of his warm and familiar embrace; attentive eyes study your features as if he saw them for the first time, drawn to the movement of his thumb swiping across your kiss-swollen mouth

“you’re the prettiest sight i’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. truly, nothing could ever compare”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… kazuha, diluc, thoma, satan, barbatos, simeon, akaashi, kita, chigiri, isagi, inui, mitsuya, riddle, trey, jade, vil, silver

somewhere in the back of your head you wonder if he ever shuts up; he’s been running his mouth since your innocent kiss evolved into something a little friskier, tongues tangling together and your hand gripping his hair tightly

his babbling turned more incoherent the second his hips bucked against yours, in desperate search for friction to relieve the tension building in his stomach; how could you not give him what he wants when the roll of your hips forces a whimper as pretty as this from his throat?

“fuck, you always feel so good, baby; you’ll let me make you feel good to, right?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… mammon, levi, gorou, hinata, shinichiro, takemitchi, ruggie, idia, kalim

he’s so mean, downright cruel, words not even teasing anymore but already mocking you in that condescending tone; he knows you love it that way though and he’s holding that fact over your head, making white hot shame burn through your veins

as if your sweet whimpers aren’t evidence enough, the clenching of your cunt around him certainly is; with one hand around your throat he’s making sure your looking right at him while he’s making you agree with the lewdest of statements

“what’s with the tears, sweetheart? i thought you liked being used like my personal little cock sleeve? so be good and take what i give you”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… scara, pantalone, sae, kaiser, futakuchi, izana, floyd

stoic and expression unreadable, a few deep grunts and groans are what you mostly get to hear, his actions doing most of the talking instead, big hands splayed on your hips and pulling you back down onto him with every thrust

but then again, his mouth practically moves on his own when you keep whimpering his name, pulling him back in with every flutter of your walls; you don’t think he even knows he’s talking to you, doesn’t even consciously try to make you melt under his touch more; the bluntness of his words is what has your head spinning, the genuine way he merely describes what he sees and feels when he’s got you spread so nicely for him

“this is the spot, isn’t it? can feel your cunt clench, ‘s real tight around me right now, you’re making it so hard to move”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… xiao, nagi, rin, kunigami, beelzebub, rindou, sakusa, iwaizumi

wow, i got way off track, what were we talking about again—

obviously, no character is solely in one category only but these were my initial thoughts, i’ll see myself out now (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[unluckilyimnot]

Thing they still do/keep after a break up || Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Mikey, Takemichi, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Kokonoi, Inui, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Kakucho, Sanzu, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Type: angst

Warnings: none

Words count: 1,424

m.list

Do you guys like moodboard or making it ? I really love it and was thinking about doing some to go with some hc. What do you think about it ?

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Mikey

During your relationship, it was normal for him to come and pick you up or leave you at your house. It began to be a routine to pass across your street, just because he never wanted to forget you one morning. Now that you two break up, he still passes by your house. Just to see your silhouette through your windows. Just because he doesn't want to forget that you used to be. But he always gets home late because you don't leave near his house at all.

Takemichi

He trusted you so much that he opened up to you and used to talk to you about what is on his mind. When you were gone, he had no one to talk to like he used to with you. So he just writes messages to you about everything: his day, thoughts, how he felt. Wishing you a good day or night, even saying that he still loves you. Before deleting everything.

Draken

You love photography, and to his sorrow now. You gave him so many pictures of both of you, or just a pretty one that you loved, that he just can't take it off of his wall. They're all mixed up with those of his friends and people he loves. Or used to love. He can't forget you, no matter what he does and it hurts him too much just by thinking that one day he has to take them off.

Mitsuya

One day he told you to stop by his house and take all your measures just to make you a pretty outfit for your birthday. Since he usually uses them as his base it means that you can wear everything he made if you want to. And that way he has his favorite model to try his creations. Now you’re not here anymore, so there is no sense to still use yours when he has a whole bunch of people who agree to try stuff for him. Still, he can’t help himself but doing it and watching it, for hours sometimes, and imagining you in it. Because no-one can pull some of his creations better than you.

Baji

He's an idiot, bad at school but actually trying his best and that was a thing you noticed pretty quickly. You got this habit of trying to sit next to him so you can help him and write on his notes. Same when you help him with his homework. So he has your handwriting everywhere on his school notes. When you broke up, he had the habit of re-read it all the time. Just because it's pretty, sometimes messy. He really loves your handwriting and now his notes feel empty without it.

Chifuyu

He always wanted someone to exchange his manga with, talking about it and leaving notes in it. When you came in the picture, he got the chance to do so and was the happiest. And he couldn't get over it and just stopped. So whenever he reads something, he puts notes in it while thinking of you, what you use to find funny or particularly sad. Use your favorite color and just the code you two created. He feels like he would never get over it even if he finds someone else.

Kazutora

Your fingers tracing his neck was the best feeling in the world for him. He felt like home, the tenderness he always wanted. It gave him the calm he needed, relaxing his messy mind. Nails scratching his skin a bit, following the dark lines. When you were gone, he got to do it himself. Wherever he is. In class or laying down on his bed, he just feels safe while doing this. As if you were still there.

Koko

He's not used to being attached to something, like an object. But you gave him a necklace for your 1 year anniversary and, even if it looks simple and isn't that expensive he just loves it too much. He always wears it. But mostly underneath his uniform cause he doesn't want the others to see it now that you're gone. He's taking good care of it cause if it breaks, he's sure he's gonna cry all over again. It's the only thing you left him.

Inui

You always hold his waist, for everything : catching his attention, hugging him, searching for comfort... It was just a thing you did a lot. Ironically, it was something that gave him so much comfort when you were the one looking for it. Holding his waist himself is a habit he picks up even before you two break up. At first, it was just because he missed you, now he can't fall asleep at night without it.

Ran

You never really stayed close at night, both of you needed space and you knew it. But during the night, Ran always checks if you’re still here, touching your cheek or back. He just feels better and can go back to sleep after that. Now, when he slays his arm slowly on the other side of his bed, it just hits the matter. A little, huffed, sound that kills him inside. Closing his eyes with a deep sigh, he rolls to his side and hides in the big blanket. Cursing under his breath before trying to fall asleep again.

Rindou

He knew it was a bad idea in the first place to get a matching tattoo with you. Nothing lasts forever after all. So he tries to think about it the best he can : now that you're gone, he still has something that reminds him of you. But for life. He feels like he's gonna miss you forever. This little thing in the back of his hands is something he can't stop touching, just because he used to touch yours while holding your hand. If his future partner asks about it, he still doesn’t know if he’s gonna lie or not, he just still loves you so much.

Izana

Izana still uses your shampoo because he couldn’t get to sleep without the scent. Your hair being close to his face almost every night in your relationship developed a need in him. He was always sniffing your hair, touching it and loving it when it was down cause it was easier for him to smell it. His friends stopped telling him it was wrong and didn't help him, instead they let him take his time to move on from you.

Kakucho

He gets used to you always wanting to spend your date in a café you really like : he could go there with his eyes closed. When you break up with him, he still couldn’t stop himself going to the same café. Maybe because he hopes to see you there, but it's also scary to find you with someone else. Yet, he still does, asking for your favorite order just to remind himself ‘cause he’s scared to forget it. Even though he doesn't like it at all.

Sanzu

You forget one of your shirts when you pick up your things at his place after the argument that made you two break up and he never gives it back to you. It doesn't smell like you anymore, so there is no point in keeping it or even sleeping with it when he’s particularly down. But for his mind, it’s something from you and it still makes him feel better, calming his episode of madness.

Shinichiro

Your love for music and band was never a secret for him and he just gets to listen to it all the damn time. He was habituated to whining cause you always listen to the same thing and get a bit too invested into your favorite bands but secretly loves it cause you were the happiest at those times. Now, he checks every new song they can come back with and can’t get your favorites out of his playlist.

Wakasa

You were annoying regarding skincare. Yes Wakasa has pretty skin without doing much but you still asked him for months to at least wash his face before going to bed and, to please you, he did. You helped him find the right product and was so proud that he couldn’t go back after. So his lazy persona washed his skin every evening for you. And keep doing it even if you're gone. He never changes the product and still does it like you’re gonna nag about it if you see his oily skin. Honestly, he missed even this part of you.

Shin ex being kpop stan lol

I hope you liked it ♡

[manjiroscum]

serenading angels

Character/s: yandere!Inui Seishu

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, explicit sexual themes, implied kidnapping, non-con, yandere behaviors, humiliation, exhibitionism, public sex, baby trapping, unprotected sex, spitting, forced restraining (reader receiving), car sex, and manipulation. Minors don't interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it!

Synopsis: Inui Seishu really, really, loves you.

✃WC: 2.3K

A glacier hammered into two perfect blue gems encompassed how chilling his stare was. Seeing you totter, tailing behind Koko akin to a lost puppy having chosen its lucky owner had his knuckles turning paper white at the sight enough to cut finger pads. And that sweet, sweet, smile you threw at the oblivious Kokonoi Hajime had him sinking his teeth into his lower lips, close to drawing blood. And at this very moment... Inui Seishu would rather kill his childhood friend than lose you.

Because how could he compete with the man whom you were completely enamored with to the point you were acting like a fool?

Inui caught himself plotting numerous ways on how to kill off his childhood friend without arousing suspicion—especially from you who always seemed to find ways on getting Koko alone. And really, he was disgusted at himself for imagining it. What were you doing to him? How could he be harboring ill wishes for his longtime friend? It wasn’t Koko’s fault why you were infatuated with him—wait, perhaps it was yours…

Perfectly flawed and chasing the shadows of his dead old love, Koko was not the ideal man to be with. Especially now that he had new companions who were used to cheating the law and dealing with the devil, yet here you were… still wishing he would look your way for once—to give you a single chance of loving him and earn his love in return.

It was unfair. He found you first, waltzed into his life to apply for the job behind the cashier since having two hands wasn’t enough to man the shop anymore since the other owner had passed. Day by the day, he found his gaze lingering on your bubbling form whenever customers were around. Alone time wasn’t scarce and just when Inui thought things were going smoothly, Koko just had to enter into the scene.

And seriously, Inui should pity you instead of being pissed at your stupidity for dreaming a dream more impossible than Icarus flying into the skies.

“Inupi, you okay?”

Pupils literally shining at the sight of his childhood friend turned to Inui, wondering what made Koko glance up from his phone noisy due to the numerous notifications popping up once every minute brought by his busy nature. The blond, momentarily, forgot how to breathe when your irises locked with his. Heart hammering in his chest, it almost hurt. When did he start feeling this way for you—he can’t recall… Just as he can’t remember when you fell for the aloof Bonten executive who barely had the time of day to entertain you whenever he came to the shop.

“I’m fine, Koko—”

“The pencil…” Following the stare of his old friend, Inui blinked at the broken object in his hands, cleanly split into two. Surprised at his own obliviousness, your boss was quick to dispose of the victim of his simmering jealousy into the bin. “Are you really fine?”

“Yeah…”

He should really pity you… because while Icarus, no matter how brief, was able to take flight. You, on the other hand—an angel who refused to fly anywhere else without Koko—was stuck to the ground amongst others.

And as he watched you from afar—still trying to make Koko talk to you rather than clipped responses—Inui figured he should cut those wings of yours before your feet had a chance to kiss the ground goodbye and leave him behind.

He hates goodbyes.

However, he wished you didn’t share the same sentiment when you woke up in a strange bed in a strange place—thrashing about and begging to go. Panic coursing through your veins, heart pounding in anxiety and fright. The lamp at the corner was the only source of light in the musty basement Inui kept you in. Wrists and ankles are tied together by a rope to keep you from escaping.

A butterfly trapped in a jar, you were. Beautiful despite the tears, smudged mascara, and snot on your pretty face. Sitting on the wooden chair across from you, impassive at your cries to be set free, Inui Seishu was impressed at the turn of events. Dominos toppled over the other in a meticulous and successful manner, leading up to the day of your capture and hiding you in his home.

What set the plan in motion? You were to blame, he mused. All on you. He was content in watching you from a distance until Inui’s patience snapped like the thin pencil he held in his hand that day and for similar reasons—of seeing you openly flirt at Koko, as if he wasn’t in the room, glaring from where he sat. But what had his blood running cold was the uncharacterized action of Koko returning your attempts with a smirk on his lips, as if he didn’t purposefully have you dangling at the end of a string. A date was what his friend brought to the table—Inui Seishu was convinced he was about to pass out with all the blood rushing up to his head in undiluted wrath.

A huge smile adorned your pretty features, making Inui wish he was the person receiving your smile, instead of Koko. And he had enough.

“Inupi, w-why are you doing this?” you sobbed, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as he got up and approached you. Face free of any emotion that may giveaway what he was thinking or plotting to do. Still, it was worth trying to persuade him to set you free—even negotiate that you’ll forget this all happened and move on back to the normal rhythm of life. But of course, he doesn’t entertain the suggestion.

“Isn’t it quite obvious, you slut?” Forcing you to stare into his cold icy irises by grabbing your jaw, Inui squeezed your cheeks until your lips were puckered. “Testing my patience and flirting in my shop—did you enjoy shaking your ass at Koko? Practically wagging your tail when he asked you out, huh?” Fingers reaching up to your hair, they immediately fisted the strands and pulled. An audible gasp escaped your lips, glossy eyes wide in fear.

“Please, let me go—”

Tug.

“P-please!”

Tug.

“Have m-mercy!”

“Maybe this isn’t clear enough, but you’re staying down here until you realize that you should love me. Not Koko or any other bastard you could bat your eyelashes at. Think you could do that, angel?” Wincing at the hurt expression etched on your face, Inui clicked his tongue. He didn’t mean to hurt you. If you only fell in love with him, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all. Yes, this was all your fault to begin with. Inui did nothing wrong but love you. “Does it hurt? I’m sorry, but I would never do this if you just keep quiet—”

“I-I will… just please—please don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? No way, why would I do that to the person I love?” Shooting you an incredulous stare, he shook his head. “Take responsibility—that’s what you should do. And since you interrupted me, how about we work on that now, huh?” Gripping your jaw again, he nodded at your lips. “Open up.”

Doing as you're told, you watched in silent horror as Inui parted his lips, a glob of saliva dropping into the flat surface of your tongue.

“Swallow.”

You swore as you were forced to drink his taste, tears glistening as it rolled to the back of your throat, Inui Seishu looked like he saw heaven’s gates opening before him.

“Good girl. Now, if you listen to me well, I’ll let you go… How’s that sound?”

You shouldn’t have dealt with the devil—should’ve known it was a lie. He was mad—fucked in the head. Completely unforgiving as he tore apart the dress you bought for your date with Koko similar to how he plucked your wings, ensuring your eternal stay in damnation such as he. Ears deaf to your soft sobs, fists banging on his chest helplessly as he had you pinned on the mattress he prepared lying on the ground. All you had to do was sleep with him and pretend he was your love, that was all he wanted and you’ll be set free. Hanging onto that hope alone, you paused on your struggles and let him in as lovers do.

What a naive girl you truly are.

Pale blues intently drinking the sight of your tears hitting the mattress as he undid the ties to your legs, spreading them wide open to accommodate him. Erection pressing against your trembling thighs, the slacks of his coveralls thin enough for you to feel. It didn’t take long for him to be tantalized by the sight of your folds, dipping a finger that urged a whimper out of you. He could get drunk at the scene itself, especially how you tasted sweet against his tongue and the melodic moans you tried to hold back. And the instant searing heat that had his eyes rolling back as he sunk into you, relishing at the clenching walls. You cried out at the thick cock splitting your folds apart, cheeks dusted with pink at the humiliating sound of it welcoming him in. Slick and his pre-cum coating the warm muscles.

“What? Wish this cock inside your clenching pussy is Koko’s?” Rutting hard that had you choke out a groan, Inui’s fingers were digging deeper into your hips, sure to leave his marks on your flesh akin to the ropes marring your wrists. “Don’t be stupid. There’s no fucking way—ah—I’ll have my girlfriend’s cunt take any other cock than mine.”

Strands of blond brushed your cheeks at every thrust, parted lips pink after kissing you silly and those uncaring blue irises wild with lust. That angelic face and hair akin to a halo didn’t match the devil’s soul in him. Mad with ecstasy and want, moaning unabashedly at your tight cunt. And when you came, spasming underneath him and screaming at the blinding bliss, Inui instantly cummed.

“That’s my good girl.”

Yes, what a naive girl you truly are to think he’ll still let you go after having a piece of heaven. Every day—morning, after work, and before bed, he had you pressed against anything. From the mattress, a chair, a table, or even the basement’s floor, Inui pistoned his hips, bent on molding your cunt into the shape of his cock. Crying yourself to sleep was the only remedy you found for being trapped for so long you’ve lost count of the days. Gone were the prayers of being found, escaping, or even Koko discovering what his friend has done to you.

Still, there was a glimmer of hope remaining, no matter how little it was. And the first time the blond took you out, letting you see the surface again, you were sure you could outrun him… Until he had your legs tied up before situating you into the car, cool air of the AC blowing into your bare thighs and pussy. The whole drive to the bike store consisted of you moaning on the car seat, Inui’s free hand fingering your clit while the other was on the wheel. Tears of embarrassment form in your eyes, heart pounding at the idea of getting caught or seen through the tinted windows.

“Be good and stay still,” Inui ordered once the vehicle stopped in front of the establishment. Memories of working there, seeing Koko, and just leading a normal life seemed distant now as you sat there in silence. Just as Inui got out, having taken what he needed, the familiar silhouette of Koko appeared and approached his childhood friend. From where you are, you could hear them converse. The temptation to roll down the window and scream for help screeched to a halt upon seeing the wrench in Inui’s hand.

“Inupi, have you seen [Y/N]?”

“Is that all you wanted to ask when you asked me to meet you here on a Sunday?”

“What? Of course not, just curious.”

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants, Inui scoffed, “Probably skipped town, I suppose. She quit without notice.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I actually came here to tell you about this businessman I became acquainted with. Knows a lot about motorcycles and stuff.”

Watching them, dread had you frozen on the spot. The sudden urge to take you out of the basement, him driving here and meeting Koko—no, there’s no way he’ll kill his friend… right? He wouldn’t do that… not in front of you and certainly under broad daylight. He wouldn’t!

“Why are you crying, angel?” Blinking up at Inui’s concerned eyes, you realize you have been crying out of panic at the thought of Koko dying. The sight of you sobbing for his friend left a bitter taste in his mouth, the smile he had on his face as he bid Koko farewell was wiped away, quick to drive the car to a nearby abandoned building. The second he pulled out the car keys, Inui got out and walked to your side of the car. Impassive was his expression upon opening the door, staring down at you with those chilling blue irises. The wind was knocked out of your throat, your face was pressed against the car seat, ass in the air, and pussy taking his cock out in the open. Maybe if the building next door wasn’t closed for the day, countless people would’ve seen and heard you moaning into the leather material as Inui pounded into you. Ashamed by your cunt wet with arousal at getting fucked out in the open.

“Shedding tears—fuck—for a man who doesn’t love you? Get over it, angel. You have a loving—shit, ah—boyfriend right here ready to blow your back. All you got to do is fucking ask! W-want a baby? I’ll give you one. Bet you’d like that? Tell me, do you want a baby, angel?”

“‘N-nupi, e-enough! I’m gonna—fuck!”

“No, no—shh, I’ll take care of us, okay? Don’t be scared, angel. I’m only doing this so you wouldn’t leave me. You won’t leave your boyfriend, right? You’ll be such a good mom.” A hard thrust that had him spilling his thick semen had you creaming around his cock, choked moans filling the air. “Did you just cum hearing that? You dirty girl.”

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my hands needs to have self control, i just accidentally deleted the request someone asked that tr characters chilling at the beach 😭 whoever you are that requested this, this was so late gosh, i had a tough week and had a hard time to gather thoughts to write again but no worries. thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

: huge spoilers of the manga ❗

summer that year was hot, probably hotter than previous years but it wasn't minded at all. not when the whole toman members were gathering, in their hideout everyone giddy that their acting president, hanagaki takemichi was announcing he would finally marry the love of his life. mikey dramatically shed a tear while chifuyu actually sheds lots of tears.

everything has been planned from the wedding dress to the venue, the toman members insisted they were involved with everything and all held their breath for the upcoming today which was still far away, actually. more exactly, a year from then. but they were very excited and takemichi doesn't mind any of it.

"takemichi how do you want a bachelor party like?"

"uh, i don't mind really. as lon as everyone's there, it'll be fine"

"we should go to the beach!"

"don't you think it's too hot to got there? i'll get sunburn"

"you pea brain! it's not like we're just laying down under the sun! there's a hotel nearby, we should bring our booze and stay there"

"oi don't you think you're being a bad influence right now?"

"the beach it is!"

so the deliquents booked four rooms to share for like twenty people? yeah kokonoi didn't liked the arrangement at all. "who the hell booked these rooms heaven's sake i have money!"

"what the hell peh it's just three nights why are there three bags?!"

"my skincare is in there shut up"

they settled down that night while draken whipped out a projector to put on a movie, kakucho and izana was cooking while mitsuya helped. hakkai tried to help too but his hands keep getting burned so taiju (very scarily) told him to sit down and not help them. kisaki and hanma bought back more food from the store while baji complained about him being hungry.

"this feels nice" mikey said while looking at takemichi beside him. takemichi meekly smiled and nodded, happy and glad. while bickering is happening in the background, takemichi couldn't be happier that everyone was here, safe and sound.

"so im planning we go swimming tomorrow if the weather's good" draken said while munching on some popcorn, his eyes fixated on the projector. after a while, izana comes in with an apron and food on a tray and told everyone to eat up.

"sit down brother, you've done enough. the rest would do the dishes, you and kakucho can go and rest yeah?" mikey said while holding his half brother, izana still wiping his hand on his apron.

"yeah, thanks. OI HAITANI THATS HOT DONT SHOVE IT IN YOUR MOUTH" izana scrambled to rindou that was holding a cup of tea and took the cup to blow in it. "blow it like that, don't just drink it" rindou copied his actions and sipped it slowly, humming at the taste. ran who was supposed to take care of rindou was already knocked out on the floor, the others carefully trying not to step on him.

the night continued as some of the members after eating the whole hearted meal, knocked out on the floor not even bothering to grab a blanket or a pillow. they just, passed out there.

"damn izana, what did you even put in the food? they seem to very enjoy it" mitsuya said while covering their bodies with blankets that he found. "i don't know, it's a recipe from Filipino maybe that's why?"

"culture shock perhaps?" the two men giggled while struggling to cover the members on the floor. kazutora was drying the dishes that was passed by chifuyu who was doing the cleaning. inui was chatting with koko while the two of them were picking up crumbs from the floor.

a loud snore startled them, the source of sound from taiju. another loud snore was heard, now the sound came from mucho. the two had a snoring competition at who was the loudest, that the other members fled from the room and slept there.

the deliquents woke up at noon, none of them woke up early. they only woke up because shinichiro was knocking on the door to drop off some snacks. all of them in their swim trunks went to the beach, no doubt attracting some eyes.

"the chicks are happy to see my abs yeah"

"yeah, you wish hanma. it's me they're looking at" yeah, they had arguments after that and threw each other in the water. souya observed them from afar, comfortable in his ducky float that his brother insisted him to use. shion was literally drowning because sanzu kept dragging him back in the water but he stopped after getting a glare from mikey.

"what's the matter kenchin? don't want your hair to get wet?"

"shut up mikey, i forgot my conditioner. if i wash them now, my hair would be a mess"

"hey guys help me dump draken in the water!"

"what? fuck no!" draken's word died as kakucho grabbed his feet while mitsuya took his arm and tossed the man in the water. "fucking hell! you'll pay for that manjiro!"

"boo kenchin! you'll never catch me!" they did a lot of swimming, a lot of attempts of drowning each other too. the gang spent their whole evening there, only returning back to the hotel when it's late night. the next day, ran and rindou found a bar nearby and suggested them to 'raid' it.

so raid the bar they did.

it was very chaotic considering taiju instinctly became the only sober one that night. that night, mikey went up the bar and danced on the counter while being drunk. takemichi who was tipsy couldn't stop puking and ended up sleeping in the toilet. draken was outside, fighting a guy with hanma. kisaki and koko was on a table with some shady looking guys, having a little gambling. kakucho and rindou slept on the lounge, too drunk to even move. ran was flirting with all the girls he met, izana having to drag him so he won't get lost.

after a while, the members tried to drag their limp bodies to go back at the hotel some of them tripping on the way. some of them was piggyback. some of them couldn't stop puking and slurring incoherent words.

takemichi couldn't remember anything that night, he woke up the next morning with a migraine. but what he remembered that he had fun, and that was all that mattered.

[cheesus-doodles]

Yo is it just me or does it make sense for yandere kokonoi (and maybe inui too) to keep a very close eye on darling's medical appointments and physical health? Cuz he definitely was traumatized when he lost akane... so i'm thinking he'd be the type to run them to the doctor's over a small fever- since he has those resources now, he'd want to use them every chance he can.

(idk it just reminded me of how i have an uncle who grew up in an area where it was really hard to find/buy shoes, so now that he lives in a better place, at least once a month he'll try to buy shoes for me. I think that koko might develop similar behavior but with medical stuff instead of shoes)

ah I do love me some Koko love. I've been feeling kind down this week :/ back here to escape again - hopefully life has been kind to yall :)

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Ahh definitely sounds like Koko (and to a lesser extent, Inupi, no matter how much this boy denies it). Being unable to pull through for Akane all those years ago, now that Koko had the means, this boy was determined that he would never fail you the same way. He was your bestfriend after all, and he would make sure that you were well-cared for at all times, that you would never have to suffer even a single moment (or rather, he would never have to suffer through the potential mental trauma of losing someone so precious to him again).

Started out as just him pouring over you, anxiously wringing his hands whenever you have a sniffle even if its after coming out of an air-conditioned environment - you go along with it and allow Koko to indulge, dragging you to the doctor's whenever, because you don't want him to have another nervous breakdown like when you refuse. Somehow manages to pull Inupi into this as well when he finally gets to meet you - you and your mannerisms and the way you treated him remind this boy too much of Akane for him not to get involved in your life.

Koko definitely has a team of private doctors on his retainer and on call 24/7, all of whom are very well certified and come highly recommended, yet even still he can't quite trust them to see you without him or Inupi present. What if they didn't know how to properly handle someone as fragile as you? What if these "doctors" tried to fool around with you, or tell you all sorts of lies about him and Inupi, or tried to help you run away? The two of them make sure that they are there the whole check-up session, insisting that they can help to remember what was said, that they were making sure the doctor treated you right, honestly anything to convince you to let them sit in. And if words didn't work, crying always did the trick.

But when you start insisting that you were okay, that you really didn't need all the fussing and would like to stop having to see doctors every other day so you had time to attend school and do literally anything else, Koko would instead very guiltily start making you feel sick. Nothing serious of course, just enough to make you feel maybe weak in the limbs, or giddy in the head, enough to 'help' you to agree to yet another doctor's visit. A mild case of vitamins or sugar deficiency, some stomach discomfort - symptoms that are easy to induce and easy to resolve. The two definitely do collude to make you weaker as time goes on though - still nothing that could actually harm you. But you were a lot more agreeable and malleable when you didn't have the strength to do much more than sleep and eat, plus Koko had the opportunity to get you to see even more doctors and have more check ups.

And Koko and Inupi 100% absolutely loves it when you were so dependent on him - Koko especially loves helping to draw your blood every day for all the various blood tests that he orders under the watchful eye of a trained nurse (and then later on by himself), loves helping you swallow the variety of pills that you get prescribed for your various symptoms together combined with all the supplements he makes you take. Inupi secretly enjoying helping to spoon feed you and gently lifting you out of bed and into a wheelchair (refusing to let you walk even if you said you were feeling okay after that one time you fell over), pushing you around wherever you needed to go. And you were happy to repay them in anyway you could, letting the boys cuddle with you whenever they wanted (since you spend most of the days sleeping anyway), freely handing out affection and attention.

Once you "started getting better" and recovered your strength, Koko and Inupi definitely throw you an enormous party to celebrate - a cause to celebrate given that you were also finally starting to listen to them and give in to their strict supervision and close monitoring of your health.