#matsuno chifuyu fluff

[manjiroro]

realisation

character: chifuyu

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: chifuyu has always had a crush on you but a sudden realisation dawns on him when he sees you sitting on the couch in his best friend baji’s house

wc: 774

i find this really messy but let me know what yall think <3 i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy!

Chifuyu’s after school routine is always the same. meet up with baji at the school gate, walk home together and occasionally, hang out at baji’s place till night. But today was different, instead of walking into an empty living room, there was someone sitting on the couch in front of the tv, someone he did not recognise in the baji household.

“Oh? You’re home early” baji directs it to the figure sitting on the couch. Said person turns behind to face baji with a disinterested expression. 

Chifuyu freezes on the spot. He’d seen that angelic face before, passing by his class whenever he was daydreaming in class, and how he purposely walks the longer route to his class just so he could admire their beauty as they looked out their classroom window into the grassy land. No doubt, it was you, his crush, sitting on baji’s couch. His heart sank, of course you’d be taken by such a badass that is baji keisuke. Chifuyu believed that he didn’t even stand a chance, not when it was against baji, the coolest guy he’s ever known.

“I didnt even go to school today dumbass, im sick” you explained, expression growing more annoyed at the black haired male. Baji walks towards you, reaching a hand out to your forehead. Chifuyu couldn’t bear watching anymore, he couldn’t take seeing the one he secretly pins for being showered with care and love from another man. But, just as chifuyu was about to divert his gaze to the ground, baji flicks your forehead instead of feeling it, causing you to hiss in pain.

“What the fuck was that for, asshole?!” you seethed at baji, one hand slapping him in the arm and the other coming up to soothe your forehead.

“For calling me a dumbass” baji states plainly. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start bickering while chifuyu stood a distance from the both of you, dumbfounded. Was he… in the middle of some lovers’ quarrel? But yet, it didn’t feel like it, actually, now that he got a better look, the both of you look somewhat similar.. 

before he could place a finger on it, he was soon snapped out of his thoughts, “Could the both of you stop bickering for once? We have a guest over!” 

you and baji snapped your heads to the source of the voice, 

“Sorry mom..” the both of you said, glaring at each other in the process. 

That’s when a lightbulb lit in chifuyu’s head, you and baji are siblings. He sighed a breath of relief, maybe he does have a chance with you.

“Let’s go chifuyu.” baji’s voice brought chifuyu back to reality as he hurriedly followed baji into his room, sneaking a glance at you in the process. 

The atmosphere in baji’s room was silent between both boys, neither knowing what to say after the incident.

“Don’t bother going for y/n.” baji said out of the blue, catching chifuyu off guard as he stuttered and scrambled, trying to think of a proper response.

“I can tell you like them chifuyu, you’ve been staring at them ever since we stepped into the house.” chifuyu shuts his mouth, face turning a light shade of pink.

“they’re mean, rude, and annoying. you’ll never survive with them constantly nagging by your side.” baji sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, almost as if he was relieving said experience again. The blonde male nodded and promised his friend that he’ll give up on pursuing his sister from then on. 

Soon, night falls and chifuyu was about to head out the front door when he was stopped by a soft voice calling out to him from behind. Chifuyu blushes, instantly recognising who it was.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to mine and keisuke’s bickering.. Here, take these as a form of apology from me and keisuke.” the flustered boy turns and reaches for the gift, which was a bag filled with snacks and cat treats. 

“Oh! Keisuke told me all about peke j, hope he likes the treats too.” you said sheepishly, giving chifuyu a smile, to which he feels like he’s gonna start melting from how adorable you look.

“T-thanks! I’m sure he’ll like them too!” the poor boy stuttered, free hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. 

You giggled, nodding at him, “have a safe trip back home!”

You wave as he steps out of your house, waving back at you. Once the door closes, chifuyu clutches his shirt, heart beating quickly as his face felt warm. Maybe… he could afford breaking that promise to baji. 

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[tsukimirecs]

TOMAN 𓏵 tokyo revengers // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

manjirou sano - mikey

taiyaki for the soul

taiyaki for the soul pt. ii

stubborn picky eaters

how you get the girl

two birds

baji keisuke

dandelions

drunk kisses

patch me up

of large rimmed glasses and dusted blazers

just a memory

ken ryuguji - draken

homecoming queen

sleepy mornings

her soul begs for me

a month without you

when i'm with you

city lights

mitsuya takashi

memo

traces

just passing by

pin cushion

when glory favors the verdant

kazutora hanemiya

dice or no dice

love confessions

penpal

matsuno chifuyu

take me back!

easy solace

on time.

committed

murder you with cuteness

hands down

[wellterr]

some tr shenanigans

[bimbodolllll]

۶ৎ The Girlfriend Effect!

۶ৎ auth: <3

۶ৎ Summary: The boyfriend effect; you adopt your boyfriends mannerisms. However, the girlfriend effect, they adopt what you do.

۶ৎ: drabbles | gender neutral reader | fluff

۶ৎ Characters Included: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa, Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata, Souya “Angry” Kawata, Takashi Mitsuya, Hajime Kokonoi

۶ৎ Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing cleaner, more polished outfits. He never cared much before, but now his clothes are less wrinkled, and he smells faintly of vanilla and fresh laundry.

• Emotional Maturity: Slowly learns to communicate better, though he still struggles with opening up completely. Your patience teaches him that being vulnerable doesn’t mean weakness.

• Healthier Habits: Starts eating more than just junk food because you remind him he needs proper meals.

—

Mikey sat on the couch, legs sprawled, watching you move around the kitchen. He had a plate of curry in front of him—a meal you made, light on the spice because he hated too much heat.

“Y’know,” he mumbled between bites, “I don’t even like curry that much.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So why’s the plate almost empty?”

“Dunno.” He shrugged, looking away. But you caught it—the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. “It just tastes better when you make it.”

۶ৎ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

• Style Upgrade: His hair stays neat, and he’s more mindful of keeping his tank tops clean. He even switches to cologne instead of relying on the scent of motor oil.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about expanding the shop because he wants stability for the future.

• Better Communication: He starts explaining his feelings more instead of bottling them up, thanks to your influence.

—

Draken stood beside his bike, wiping the grease off his hands. You watched him, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.

“What?” He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes.

“Did you… clean the garage?”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Thought it was about time. Can’t have you breathing in dust every time you come around.”

You tilted your head. “Since when do you care about dust?”

“Since you started coming by.” His voice was quieter now, almost shy. “Can’t have my girl dealin’ with all that.”

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji

• Style Upgrade: He still wears his leather jacket, but now it’s less ripped, and his boots aren’t caked in mud. He’ll never admit it, but he likes when you compliment how he looks.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on junk food (a little) because you nag about it.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns not to blow up when things go wrong, trying to stay calm because he knows you hate yelling.

—

Baji leaned against his bike, arms crossed, waiting for you after class. His usual wild grin softened when he spotted you.

“Yo.” He handed you a drink, your favorite.

“Since when do you remember what I like?” You teased, taking a sip.

“Since I started actually listening,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t make a big deal outta it, okay?”

But the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual? That said everything.

۶ৎ Chifuyu Matsuno

• Style Upgrade: He switches from mismatched outfits to more coordinated ones—sometimes even matching your color palette without realizing it.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about managing the pet shop, thinking about the long-term future.

• Better Communication: Learns to be more honest about his feelings, not just brushing things off.

—

Chifuyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie. You leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile.

“New fit?”

“Uh… yeah.” He glanced at you, cheeks flushing slightly. “Figured I should stop looking like I just threw on whatever I found.”

You stepped closer, fingers brushing over his sleeve. “Trying to impress someone?”

“Maybe.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the look in his eyes told you exactly who.

۶ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer colors because you told him he looked good in them.

• Healthier Habits: He’s more mindful of sleeping enough and eating better because you’re always worried about him.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns to control his impulsive outbursts, wanting to be a calmer version of himself for you.

—

Kazutora sat beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hey,” you murmured, “you’ve been quiet.”

“Just… thinking.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“About what?”

“About how… I’m lucky you stuck around.” His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his grip hesitant. “I’m trying, y’know? To be… better.”

And he was.

۶ৎ Izana Kurokawa

• Style Upgrade: Starts paying more attention to how he looks, favoring neutral tones that complements your outfits.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his fears and insecurities, something he never thought he’d do.

• Ambition Boost: He works harder to stabilize Tenjiku, not just for power but to build something stable for the both of you.

—

Izana stood by the window, staring out at the city below. You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his back.

“Lost in thought again?”

“Just… thinking about the future.” His voice was distant, but there was a softness in it.

“You’re not alone in that anymore, you know.”

His hand found yours, squeezing gently. “I know. That’s why I want to make sure… it’s a future you’d want, too.”

۶ৎ Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: His clothes get a little less chaotic, matching his accessories to his outfits (sometimes).

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to read the room better, understanding when to dial down the jokes.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on staying up all night because you nag him about taking care of himself.

—

Nahoya sat beside you, legs stretched out in front of him.

“Yo,” he nudged you lightly, “notice anything different?”

You glanced at him, noticing his shirt wasn’t as wrinkled, and his nails were… clean?

“You… took care of yourself?”

“Figured I’d start lookin’ decent since I’m always standing next to a goddess.” He winked, but there was a hint of sincerity behind the playful grin.

۶ৎ Souya “Angry” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer fabrics because you said they feel nice when you hug him.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his emotions more instead of bottling them up.

• Healthier Habits: He starts drinking more water and taking vitamins because you remind him.

—

Souya sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping the tea you made for him.

“Did you… put honey in this?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly. “It’s good for your throat.”

He glanced away, cheeks slightly flushed. “Thanks… I, uh, started taking those vitamins you gave me, too.”

You blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His eyes met yours, softer than usual. “You… worry about me too much. I don’t wanna make you worry more.”

۶ৎ Takashi Mitsuya

• Style Upgrade: Starts incorporating subtle hints of your favorite colors into his designs.

• Ambition Boost: He becomes more focused on expanding his brand, wanting to create a future where you’re both secure.

• Emotional Maturity: He becomes more expressive, showing affection in quieter, meaningful ways.

—

Mitsuya sat at his sewing machine, fabric draped across his lap.

“What’s that?” You leaned over, curiosity piqued.

“Something… for you.” He didn’t meet your gaze, but the blush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.

“For me?”

“Yeah.” He finally looked up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Wanted to make sure you had something that… reminds you of me.”

۶ৎ Hajime Kokonoi

• Style Upgrade: He starts wearing softer tones that match your style, even ditching all-black sometimes.

• Ambition Boost: His business ventures become more personal, focusing on stability rather than just money.

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to prioritize love over material gain, valuing your presence more than anything.

—

Kokonoi sat across from you at the café, his usual suit replaced with a sweater in a soft shade of cream.

“New look?” You teased, eyeing him with a raised brow.

“Maybe.” He sipped his coffee, avoiding your gaze. “Figured… I should try something different.”

“Because of me?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Because I want to be someone… who fits into your world.”

[flopsxii]

random tokyo revengers head canons (most are x reader, a few aren’t.)

feat. sanzu haruchiyo, sano ‘mikey’ manjiro, mitsuya takashi, matsuno chifuyu, inui seishu, haitani rindou, baji keisuke, haitani ran, kokonoi hajime, kazutora hanemiya, sano shinichiro

tw. violence, drug usage.

my note: just some stuff that came to mind :P

𐙚 bonten!sanzu is definitely the type to make his victims play russian roulette, changing the odds each time to increase his excitement. he would also probably make his partner play if they were unfaithful.

𐙚 despite how aggressive everyone views mikey he is definitely a really affectionate lover. he would cling to you all night, light snores escaping his lips and becoming impossibly closer; tangling his legs with yours. however, sharing his food is a step too far for mikey, he would definitely find a seperate portion for you though!

𐙚 rather than confessing in a traditional sense, mitsuya would definitely confess to you through a letter and a heartfelt gift. most likely something he’s made himself, with you specifically in mind. with his heart on his sleeve and a shy smile on his lips, mitsuya would hand you a small bag, containing a letter with your name written messily on the front and also a neatly wrapped gift he hoped you’d love.

𐙚 one of chifuyu’s favourite ‘dates’ with you are days you spend by his side in his store. even if you just sat there looking impossibly beautiful and he rushed around the store with so many tasks ( arguable looking like he’s losing his mind), he’d feel somewhat calmer knowing you were there with him. plus, all the animals had someone to cuddle with, proving to customers how domesticated they were.

𐙚 seishu adores mundane things. cooking, cleaning, sleeping, showering, bike rides and shopping becoming that much more precious because you’re there. he’s sure that these things would be a bore to him if he were to be on his own. but ever since you came along, that has never been the case.

𐙚 despite how much time he already spends inside his store, chifuyu would definitely spend multiple evenings a week just playing with the animals and making sure they’re content rather than being a home. don’t worry, peke j comes to work with him and has so many new friends!

𐙚 rindou definitely runs his sets by you. if you praise it then he is hyped to present it to an audience at he and ran’s club. it honestly depends on your reaction, if he’ll play this set or play it safe and reuse an old one.

𐙚 conveniently, all of mitsuya’s prototypes are your size and somehow every piece looks like it was made for you; which it probably was. at this point, mitsuya designs clothes subconsciously with your figure in mind and since they fit and look so good on you, you just happen to have to model each and every piece.

𐙚 going out on extravagant dates is never on keisuke’s agenda. it’s not because he doesn’t want to spoil you and show you off, he simply doesn’t feel the need to go on these types of dates. simply smoking a zoot with each other is so impossibly intimate, having deep talks with his lovely partner is all he could ever dream of. plus… saving money on snacks, za and movies is 100% better and he’s certain you agree too!

𐙚 no one could ever suspect it, but ran loves it when you colour in his tattoos. he’s sure his friends would poke fun at him, calling him a simp or any other insult they could think of, but seeing that smile on your face as you play such close attention… he would take any insult to see it again and again.

𐙚 there’s many reasons why koko loves you. maybe how ethereal you look, how supportive and loving you are towards him… but above all else, you could be one of the only people that don’t want him for money. koko will send you money as a surprise, so you can buy yourself something nice but nine times out of ten, you will send it straight back. the other one time, you’ll come bounding home with a gift for him in your bag!

𐙚 mikey is definitely the type to sneak into your house late at night, whining about how he just missed you so much and he couldn’t wait till morning. most days, you’d wake up and find mikey almost on top of you when he wasn’t there the night before.

𐙚 if you happen to be related to any of toman, you can bet that instead of having one other brother, you now have a whole gaggle of them worrying about you. even if you’re out with your friends, you’re bound to find at least one member of toman nearby. just in case, of course!

𐙚 kazutora trusts you, keisuke and chifuyu more than anyone else and he’s been so thankful for his support system after his time in prison. however, no one sees the raw, vulnerable and so impossibly kazutora side of him. he thinks he’d been seen as weak but he’s so thankful he has you.

𐙚 he splits his time almost evenly, bikes and you. shinichiro loves both so much! however, he loves when he can mix both together! the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist and your head leaning against his back… he couldn’t ever think of something so perfect. perhaps, he’ll build a bike just for you and then you can race each other!

𐙚 despite your hesitance, sanzu is definitely the type to convince you to try substances with him. ‘it’s a bonding experience!’ he’d exclaim, a red punisher on the tip of his tongue, taunting you to take it. his blown out pupils and cute smile is all the convincing you need before you press your lips against his, slipping the pill from his mouth and into yours.

𐙚 on the rare occasion that you do accept an expensive gift that kokonoi gives you, he’s overwhelmed with happiness when he sees you wear it or use it during your daily life. he loves that he can spoil you!

𐙚 ran loves that you and rindou share a close friendship. aside from you, rindou is who he trusts the most and the fact that he can spend time with both of you at the same time… it’s just a dream come true!!

[the-atlas-sister]

RANDOM TOKYO REV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

Mikey does not fucking play around when you're play fighting. Maybe it's because of his ego or the title of being "unbeatable" but he does not mess around. You have had times when it's turned into a physical fight before you yield and give up. And it you're trying to play fight with him to just get him to pin you down or start something dirtier- it will not work. He just is so cocky and worked up that he will be absolutely oblivious to what you're trying to do.

Mikey also goes on more dates with Draken then he does with you. Draken says their not dates with a scoff but Mikey insists that they are. He says him and Draken are a package deal.

Chifuyu likes to lick you. Not in a sexual way either. You two will just be sitting together, cuddling and reading and he'll just stare at you before licking your cheek. He'll grin when you squeal and try and wipe it off with a disgusted look.

Husband!Draken cooks shirtless. King is unbothered. You often wake up to him cooking breakfast in just a pair of sweatpants.

Naoto shows his affection by giving you his favorite books. He's spent so much time focused on his police work and schooling that he doesn't exactly know how to show affection. One day when at a bookshop for a case, he noticed a copy one of his favorite books. He remembered that you had mentioned that you like hearing about his interests and hope to one day be able to gush with him about them. So he bought you the book and when he came back home gave it to you with a shy blush.

(I love Naoto- hehe)

Kakucho will often just stare at you. Before you started dating you thought it was because he fucking hated you. You often still think it's kinda creepy but now he'll mumble something like... "pretty," as he does and all creepiness melts into love.

Kokonoi bites you. Again, not in a sexual way- he'll just- nom. When it first happened it really freaked you out. He was staring at you and just leaning forward- gently biting down on your nose- not a nip- a whole ass chomp.

Mitsuya has a nasty habit of using the same language he does around his sisters with you. If you work with little kids you know what I mean. Once you were asking him to pass you some hot chocolate and he said, "What do we say?" with the most serious expression. Once you blinked at him and mumble a small, "please," he realized what he had said. He quickly turned red and profusely apologized.

Shinichiro gets genuinely offended when you call him anything but handsome or hot. Once you told him he was adorable and he was so offended. He was frosting some cookies you two had baked and he was just so concentrated, his tongue poking out from his lips. He was just so cute! "You're adorable," you told him with a smile. He told you to never say such a thing with the most serious face you had seen.

Izana likes to kiss your neck. You don't know if it's the sense of control it gives him or just the way it makes you blush, but he likes to randomly grab you by the back of the neck and place his thumb under your jaw before kissing the front of your throat.

Rindo's love language is annoyance. Like he doesn't verbally tell you he loves you but he'll absolutely stick his finger in your ear while cuddling. And just like Kokonoi and Chifuyu, he'll bite and lick you to show affection. You're honestly on edge every time the both of you are cuddling.

Seishu hates being tickled. Like fucking despises it. As in will not hesitate to physically attack you if you try and tickle him. How you first found this out was while you were trying to get a one up on him as you were play fighting. As he was sat on top of you, you tried to tickle his sides. He ended up elbowing you in the face, resulting in a black eye and pretty major silent treatment.

[kokonoiis]

gentle lover── pt. 1 ❝ his favorite place to kiss you ❞

Ⅰ. tokyo revengers ft. k. hajime, i. seishu, m. chifuyu, h. ran, h. rindou. h. shuji Ⅱ. blurbs Ⅲ. tw. the haitaini brothers are asses, reader is shorter than hanma. Ⅳ. a/n. i'm writin my faves to get into the groove of it !! gonna try to include as many of the main characters as i possibly can in this short little series since it's easy to write and good practice

── kokonoi hajime. nape of your neck hajime hates standing in front of people, so he's almost always standing behind you, his watchful gaze always scanning the area for any lingering threats no matter how peaceful the world may seem around you. he just wants the best for you, that much he knows for certain. he worries too much, that you'll be taken away from him before he's really had a chance to protect you, and this overprotectiveness manifests in several different ways. but sometimes, when he's absolutely sure that the two of you are safe, and you're well protected, he'll lean forward, arms lazily wrapping around your waist, pulling himself closer. you can feel just how much he needed the contact by the grip on you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as if he were trying to memorize everything about you. almost without thinking, his soft lips find the skin of the back of your neck, pressing kisses along your nape until the stress in his body has relaxed. you can feel him smile against your skin as you lean into his touch, needing him just as much as he needed you. he lets his kisses tell you exactly how much he loves you.

── inui seishu. hand seishu is a man known for just using a few words to get his point across, but no one can deny that he's absolutely a gentleman when he wants to be. and for you, he wants to be a gentleman all the time. his rough around the edges and blunt personality are no match for how happy he is when he gets to see you smile a truly happy smile, so he finds himself softening just slightly around you, more so for anyone else. he greets you the exact same no matter where you are or what you're doing, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your hand. it's so sweet, and never fails to bring that smile to your face, which is exactly what he's aiming for. if he can start off every interaction with you smiling, then he knows that he's done a good job as your boyfriend. and now, with your hand in his, he has a perfect excuse to link your fingers together so the two of you aren't separated. doing small things like this has become an unconscious act for him. loving you has become something of a necessity for him.

── matsuno chifuyu. cheek chifuyu prides himself on being a cool and reliable partner, or at least, he tries his hardest to be. he wants to be someone you can lean on when you've had a hard day, someone who can make you cheer you up even on the worst days. he's driven by a sense of right and wrong, wanting to do good for the people around him, and of course, you were the most important person in his life for him. he knew that he could be sarcastic sometimes, and even with as sweet as he tried to be, sometimes his words came out the wrong way, so he didn't like to lean too hard into his words all the way. sometimes all that was necessary was a silly little gesture. the one that he was most fond of himself was to take your face with both of his hands and pepper kisses all along your cheeks until you were nothing but a giggling, blushy mess for him. it made his own face flush up, watching you squirm and try not to laugh as you were bombarded with millions of little kisses all around your perfect face. to him, nothing was better than seeing you laugh like this.

── haitani ran. temple ran likes to surprise you with simple little surprises. he enjoys the way you jump slightly if he sneaks up on you, and the way you glare his way if he's done something a little too silly for your liking. a secret joy of his is the way that he loves you when he thinks you aren't prepared for it, because he's always so stupidly in love with you. he likes feeling your body tense and then relax as his arms find their way around your body, instinctually calmed down just by his presence. he'll hold you like this for as long as possible, whether that's two minutes or two hours, it makes no difference to him. just being able to have that contact with you for any amount of time is a good time for him. he'll lean over, nuzzle your cheek slightly, sorta like a cat almost, before kissing there. and he'll kiss everywhere he can reach. your cheek, forehead, neck, anywhere. but he always goes back to your temple, holding himself for a moment there so he could feel your heartbeat against his skin, the way it quickens just for him. he loves knowing that he has this kind of affect on you, and he'll never take it for granted.

── haitani rindou. corner of mouth rindou finds it so silly how easy it is to rile you up. its as if no matter what he does, he's always going to find a way to annoy you even just a little bit, and that definitely holds true when he's being all lovey dovey with you. he can't help himself, he just loves the way your eyebrows knit together and that adorable pout on your lips when he does something he knows will annoy you just a touch. he'll give you what you want, he always does, but he likes making you at least ask for it, sometimes more if he's feeling a little more devious than normal. when kissing you, he always makes it a point to kiss you everywhere except for where you want to be kissed. first your forehead, then your nose, then your jawline, then your cheek. and finally, when you've asked him enough times to kiss you on your lips, he'll kiss the very corner of your mouth, just barely any contact at all. it never fails to make you whine just a little bit, sometimes you'll even take it upon yourself to kiss him if you're fed up enough with his crap. he thinks it's adorable, and he has no intention of stopping.

── hanma shuji. top of head shuji loves that he can rest his head on top of yours pretty easily. nothing like having his partner in his arms as they chatted about nothing in particular, watching the world around them. he's an unabashed lover, it would take a lot more than anything you could do to embarrass him, and he most certainly wasn't embarrassed about holding what was his, especially if he were in front of other people. but it's not always around other people, either. sometimes he's just at home with you, with you sat in between his legs on the couch, and his slender arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on top of your head. he'll mumble something about how you can't sit still, but he makes no movement to try to get you away from him. instead, he picks his head up, and leans down slightly, gently kissing your scalp. it's such a tender moment for a man like him, who prides himself on being someone unpredictable and wild. but it does never fail to earn a surprised little gasp from you, so he supposes it still counts.

──kokonoiis 2024

[metranart]

Who wants to be Toman's darling? Raise your hand 🙋

If you raised your hand this tier is for you: Spicy Foreplay

[theghooligan]

chifuyu to takemitchy every time he comes back to the past:

[goldengirliez]

STEALING MIKEY'S KEYS SO HE'S LATE FOR A MEETING>>>>>

09:32 pm

I believe that intimacy is the new kind of pure love. Getting to know someone on a deeper level is something that goes beyond simple attachment, it goes beyond the simple but necessary need of validation.

Being intimate means getting on the same frequency level as a person and communicating effectively with each word, each action, and each stare.

Intimacy isn't something you only find under the sheets until sweat, tears and arousal dampen the mattress. Its true nature lies in between the actions of your everyday life, moments that don't need any kind of particular reason to happen and yet feel special because you are there, you are connected.

You have realised such a thing only briefly as the air is getting in and out of your lungs hectically, your breath coming short and irregular and the adrenaline rushing through your veins full speed with each pump of your vital muscle.

Your legs almost shake and your feet ache slightly, your eyes darting to the person in front of you with an excited and rebellious glimmer, the glint of life.

You've been running away from Mikey for the last ten minutes because you had taken the keys to his motorbike.

He has been spending every evening with Toman recently, not passing by your home to even say goodnight because the meetings always finish late at night.

You know that he always tries his best to make it up to you for the lost time with his ways of bringing your favourite sweets to school, taking you home and around the city with his bike whenever you need to, sending you a sweet message randomly throughout the day to check up on you, never missing the opportunity to hug you, kiss you or keeping you close when you pass by, and yet… You can't help but miss him more than anything.

You tried to talk to him about it but he prefers for you to not get too involved in his gang business: he fears your safety, not wanting hundreds of testosterone-filled guys to get close to his beloved.

You fear nothing when he's by your side but he still turns you down when you ask to come along with him: he has lost too many people he cared about for his good and he has no intention of putting you in danger even the slightest.

This had to change.

That's why you're preventing him from heading to the meeting of Toman until he makes up his mind.

“Y/N! I'm gonna be late, please, give me those darn keys back, goddamnit!!”

His voice spurts out desperately, short puffs of air coming out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath: you're fast for fuck’s sake!

He is a bit pissed at you for acting this stubborn, sure, but he can't help the wide smile that plasters on his face the more he hears you laugh every time he can't catch you, every time you hide behind his motorbike and fool him by running in the opposite direction, almost tripping on your own feet.

That smile of yours, that light in your eyes is worth every spare minute of his life and the meeting can wait if that means he has the chance to see you this full of energetic playfulness.

You're both in the flowers of your youth and sometimes you forget that due to how harsh life experiences can be. Moments like these make up for the lost time.

As you raise your hand high and shake his keys, making them jingle as you do so, you can't help but feel overpowered by pride: having your super athletic boyfriend, the invincible Mikey whining out to you so he can get what he wants isn't an everyday occurrence (I mean– unless he's begging for sweets or your attention, of course). Maybe you could break him and he would finally let you come along in one of his meetings.

“Begging ain't gonna do shit, you gotta work for it, Mikey!”

Sprinting to the other side of the garden of his house, you can feel him sigh exasperatedly and follow you along as he mutters “If I catch you–" in between a breathy laugh.

The wind feels magical against your skin, the cool breeze of the night after a heated summer day gives you goosebumps and yet you feel hot all over; your blood pressure rising with each stride of your run is what keeps you going, laughing nonstop as you stare up the full moon over your head briefly, savouring such a moment that will surely become a core memory of yours.

As you hide behind his motorbike once again, Mikey stops a few feet away from you, the vehicle is the only thing separating your bodies.

“You’re a menace, y/n!”

You shrug at his words, rotating his keys on the tip of your index finger with a proud expression.

“I guess that dating a delinquent made the trick– eek!”

You can't even finish your sentence as Mikey takes a run-up and easily jumps over his CB250T and lands not so graciously on top of you, making you fall on the grass with a thud. The impact doesn't hurt that much though, not when Mikey put a hand behind your head right on time so you couldn't injure the slightest.

He couldn't resist the urge to bring you down and wipe off your face that shit-eating grin and see that cute pout your peachy lips make every time he catches you by surprise. He's a weak man, bear with him.

Pinning you down on the floor he takes away his keys from your hand and smiles toothly: his rosy cheeks and messy hair shine under the moonlight, his obsidian gems staring into your soul easily make you melt and your initial annoyance turns into an amused laugh. He's your angel, no matter what.

“Sorry, what were you saying about dating a delinquent?”

Rolling your eyes at his statement, your smile slowly fades when he gets off you and brushes some grass away from your shirt with his hand, before kissing the top of your head with the soft petals of his lips.

He was going to leave again and that thought screeches inside your brain. It doesn't sit well with you the fact that he's keeping you detached from a big aspect of his life… There's a strong gut feeling that tells you you shouldn't let it slide, you should insist on being part of this area of his life because, if you don't, something extremely bad will happen in the future.

And Mikey sees right through you, he always does, because he loves you and he is connected to your being in every way for respect and admiration.

He feels the intimate bond you two share, he can almost touch that connection, he can feel the burn of the red string that connects the two of you.

He can feel his bones ache under the weight of letting you drown away from him so sad and helpless and whenever he sees your angelic face darken out of worry and fear for him, for the both of you.

He knew why you took the keys away from him that day and he couldn't help finding it amusing and cute... but believe me when I say he's not blind and recognises the desperate attempt to have yourself near him for longer.

Mikey stands up from the ground and offers you his hand to stand up, his calloused hand brushes against your tender palm and holds in a strong and warm hold that doesn't flatter even when you're finally standing.

Staring down at your feet, your voice comes out in a whisper, a loving but pained one.

“Please, be careful Mik–”

“Hop on.”

Your head snaps up, your eyes searching for his out of confusion and then hope.

The two of you are intimate, you understand each other's worries and can feel them within your organs, you can feel each emotion run through your being and resonate like a magnetic wave from you to him and vice versa.

You two are flames that burn for love, with love: your glint should never flatter, you deserve to feel it alive and vibrating.

Mikey smiles at you as he puts his helmet on top of your head and secures it attentively.

“I'll keep you safe, pinkey promise”.

That's your man to you.

I have had this idea bouncing inside my head for a while now! I've been inspired by this post of the sweet @xsleepinggoodx.

I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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[skelliko]

|°-context: when would Tokyo revengers say 'i love you'

°-featuring: all tr boys

• probably within the first week. it was either by accident by letting their feelings consume them or they didn't think at all before casually letting those words out, it seemed as if he already says that phrase on a daily basis - shinichiro, chifuyu,

• after a few weeks or roughly a month. "-because I love you" it wasn't planned but it also wasn't by accident, it was a thought that came up in his head and he decided to go 'yes' to it. - akkun, shion, kokonoi, smiley, angry, mochi, takemitchi, peh,

• kind of a nonchalant guy he is, he definitely did know that he loves you but chose to take it a little slow and only told you that he loves you because you needed it - seishu, draken, baji

• 3 months at least. he didn't want to rush anything or make you feel awkward about it so he took his time and found the right moment to say those sweet words, could be on a date, some scenario where you needed reassurance of his love, or on a random sweet day when he thought 'today is the day' - hakkai, Kakucho, Mitsuya, rindou, pah

• you had to be the one to say it not him. either he didn't want to say it first, or simply didn't feel anything enough for him to go first. - ran, Hanma, izana, kazutora, sanzu,

• he'd either say it in the first week, or not at all. there's no in-between - Mikey, kisaki

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✯- when did y'all say 'i love you' to your partner?: for me it was on the day we got together... whoops, i guess

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo Revengers men telling you all the tea back

A:N: I just thought it’s cute when men shared back teas they heard of, back to their gfs so, here we go!

Chifuyu

-He has a lot of tea.

-He would share all about it to you back, when you would cook for dinner and he's just yapping beside you as he helps you.

-His teas are the best and you would enjoy listening it and yap back.

-It would be your little dinner activity.

Kakucho

-He hears teas against his will.

-He would secretly judge in his mind and share back with you during at night when relaxing after a long day.

-He doesn't talk tea with anyone but you because he knows he can trust you and only very comfortable with you.

Ran

-That man have very hot teas to share with you back.

-He would come to you randomly when he remembers the tea.

-He would mimic the tone or gesture, totally demonstrating exactly how the person sounded or acted and you can't help but laugh at it but thought he's cute.

Rindou

-He would share tea as if it isn't big deal.

-He would share any time he want and sometimes might even carelessly share the tea even if the ingredient is present (he doesn't know).

-As much as you love hearing his teas, you have to remind him to only share at home.

-It's not like he's a big gossip but he just want you to know as soon as he heard it.

Hanma

-He enjoys more listening the teas you share than sharing the teas.

-He mostly doesn't have tea cuz he's just minding his own business (time skip Hanma)

-He would listen carefully when you share him cuz he just love you yapping as he do work at home at night even tho he's not that much interested in the ingredients business.

Mikey

-He also doesn't have much tea or he might even forget even if someone told him the tea.

-But, if he would remember, he would share with you while he talks about his day back at you as its part of your usual little midnight conversation.

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(A:N: Hi! Hope you enjoy this, luvs. Plz like, comment and share if you love this as it would mean a lot to me <33 Thanks a lot!)

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[jinisnuggets]

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂

INCLUDES | Mitsuya ; Draken ; Mikey ; Kazutora ; Baji ; Chifuyu ; Izana

READER | Gn (No pronouns but preferably Fem)

GENRE | Fluff ; Smau

SYNOPSIS | You meant to text someone else, you didn't realize who you were actually texting.

A/N | Sorry for not uploading, I have 2 upcoming projects that I've been struggling to finish, so that's the reason for my absence 😭

[bimbodolllll]

۶ৎ. Cute Kid.

Tokyo Revenger Boys. Pt 1.

۶ৎ summary: They asked you out on a date, but your child had other plans. So the date was cancelled and instead happened at your home, this leads to your child blatantly cockblocking. Your child (and soon to be new man) actively have beef with one another.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | reader has a young child(different kid each time) | fluff(?) | time skipped | may or may not seem ooc | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn’t fit you.

۶ৎ Characters include: Rindou Haitani, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Hanma Shuji, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Hajime Kokonoi, and Tetta Kisaki.

۶ৎRindou Haitani:

The apartment was warm and cozy, with soft pink accents and the sweet scent of vanilla candles filling the air. You’d been forced to cancel your date tonight — Raiden wasn’t feeling well, and there was no way you were leaving him alone, not even for a few hours. You’d expected disappointment, maybe a gentle “next time,” but instead, Rindou suggested bringing the date to you. It was thoughtful, sweet, and you’d appreciated it… though as you opened the door and saw him standing there, black button-up fitting just right, a small bouquet of white lilies in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, you knew this might’ve been a mistake.

Rindou’s gaze flicked over you as you stood in that flowing white and blue dress, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he smiled — soft, charming, and far too smooth. “Hey,” he murmured, stepping inside as you moved aside, heart fluttering just a little. But before you could say much, Raiden appeared.

The four-year-old stood in the hallway like a tiny bodyguard, wearing his dinosaur pajamas and holding a half-empty sippy cup, glaring at Rindou with the intensity of a seasoned interrogator.

“Who’s that?” Raiden asked flatly, not taking his eyes off him.

Rindou, ever polite, crouched slightly, offering a friendly smile. “Hey, buddy. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Raiden cut him off, his tone accusatory. The tension in the room shifted instantly.

As Rindou settled onto the couch, Raiden wasted no time wedging himself between the two of you, clutching his stuffed tiger protectively. “This is my seat,” he announced, eyes narrowed.

Rindou, playing along with a small smirk, shifted to the side. “No problem, champ.”

But that tiny smirk was all the opening Raiden needed. The battle lines were drawn.

Every time Rindou tried to talk, Raiden interrupted.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

“Mommy, my show is on.”

“Mommy, he’s sitting too close.”

You tried to juggle it all, gently redirecting Raiden, but he wasn’t having it. When Rindou offered to help with dinner, Raiden “accidentally” knocked a toy truck off the coffee table — right onto Rindou’s foot.

“Oops,” Raiden said, monotone, not breaking eye contact.

Rindou, biting his tongue, gave a tight-lipped smile, but you could see the flicker of frustration in his gaze. He knew what was happening… and Raiden knew that he knew.

Dinner didn’t go much better. Rindou made an effort, asking about Raiden’s favorite shows, his toys, what games he liked to play.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Raiden replied flatly, stabbing at his mac and cheese with a plastic fork.

“Okay… fair,” Rindou muttered, clearly trying not to laugh.

But halfway through the meal, Raiden deliberately spilled his juice across the table — and right into Rindou’s lap.

“I said oops,” Raiden repeated, voice utterly void of remorse.

Rindou, now with wine-stained pants and a forced smile, wiped at his jeans, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a curse before plastering on his charming expression once more. “Yeah. Sure you did.”

After dinner, the battle continued. Raiden insisted on being carried to bed — by you. Not Rindou. As you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, he clung to you, clearly determined to stretch this bedtime routine as long as possible.

When you finally stepped out of Raiden’s room, leaving the door cracked, Rindou stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, waiting. From his bed, Raiden’s small voice called out, loud enough for only Rindou to hear.

“You’re leaving soon.”

Rindou, leaning casually against the doorframe, raised a brow. “You really don’t like me, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Raiden shrugged, pulling his blanket up to his chin. “Because you’re not supposed to be here.”

There was a pause, then Rindou chuckled quietly, ruffling his own hair, looking away with an almost amused sigh. “Little punk…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But as he grabbed his jacket from the couch and slipped it on, you could tell — he knew he’d lost tonight. Raiden had won this round, and the tiny smile on your son’s face as he drifted off to sleep made it clear he knew it, too.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno:

Chifuyu showed up right on time, dressed casually but nice — a crisp white shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He had a small bag of pastries from that cozy little bakery down the street, probably thinking it would be a sweet touch. The plan was supposed to be a simple dinner out, something light and easy, but of course, that couldn’t happen. Haruki was having one of his clingy days, the kind where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight without throwing a fit. Cancelling the date seemed inevitable, but Chifuyu, ever understanding, suggested bringing the date to your place instead.

The moment he stepped inside, Haruki was already sizing him up. Sitting on the floor with his building blocks, pacifier half-hanging out of his mouth, he didn’t say a word — just stared, eyes narrowed with a silent challenge.

“Hey, little guy,” Chifuyu greeted, giving a friendly wave.

Haruki didn’t answer. He just kept watching, calculating. Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabbed a block and casually tossed it. Not hard, but enough to make a point. It hit Chifuyu’s shoe with a soft thunk.

“Oops,” Haruki mumbled around the pacifier, eyes wide with fake innocence.

Chifuyu smiled, playing it off, though there was a flicker of something behind that polite expression — something that said he knew exactly what was happening.

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing things over, but Haruki was already planning his next move.

Throughout the evening, it was a passive-aggressive battle, and Haruki was winning. Every time Chifuyu tried to engage with you, Haruki countered like a tiny, chubby-cheeked saboteur.

“So, how’s work been?” Chifuyu asked, leaning in, his voice warm and easy.

Before you could answer, Haruki, as if on cue, climbed into your lap. “Mommy, hold me,” he demanded softly, snuggling against your chest with a smug little glance at Chifuyu over your shoulder.

Of course, you picked him up — how could you not? His arms wrapped around your neck, thumb back in his mouth, looking victorious. Chifuyu just sipped his tea silently, clearly aware he was losing, but too kind to say anything.

When dinner was ready, things only got worse. Haruki outright refused to sit in his booster seat. “I don’t wanna sit there!” he whined, clinging to your arm.

“Haruki…” you tried gently, but he wasn’t having it.

Chifuyu, ever patient, tried to help. “Hey, buddy, I’ll tell you a story if you sit in your chair.”

Haruki’s response was a blunt, unwavering, “No.”

So, the entire dinner was you trying to eat one-handed while Haruki picked at your plate, glaring at Chifuyu like he was some kind of intruder.

The breaking point came when Chifuyu offered to help clean up. As he stood to take the dishes, Haruki “accidentally” knocked over a full glass of water — straight into Chifuyu’s lap. The splash was loud, ice clinking against the floor, and Haruki’s little “oops” came way too quickly to be sincere.

Chifuyu froze for a second, water soaking through his jeans, and you could see the brief, slow inhale he took, grounding himself.

“It’s okay… it’s fine…” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched as he forced a smile. Meanwhile, Haruki, nestled comfortably in your arms, looked utterly satisfied with himself.

When bedtime rolled around, Haruki refused to sleep unless you stayed with him. “Mommy, sleep with me,” he whispered dramatically, eyes big and tear-filled, the ultimate weapon.

From the couch, Chifuyu heard this and knew the date was officially over. As you took Haruki to bed, Chifuyu lingered near the doorway, smiling gently, ever understanding.

But as you turned off the light, Haruki opened one eye to find Chifuyu still watching… and offered a subtle, triumphant smile. It was the kind of look that said, You’re leaving soon.

Chifuyu gave a playful, defeated little wave. “Goodnight… little monster,” he whispered.

And as the door softly closed, Chifuyu knew, without a doubt, he had completely lost this round.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya:

Kazutora arrived at your place just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room. He looked good—casual but sharp in a fitted black Henley, distressed jeans, and his usual combat boots. His messy hair, falling in golden waves, gave him that effortless cool that was so undeniably him. In his hands was a bouquet of sunflowers, bright and thoughtful. The plan was supposed to be dinner out somewhere nice, but you’d had to cancel because Renji wasn’t feeling well earlier. When Kazutora suggested a cozy date night at home instead, it seemed like a sweet compromise.

Renji, curled up on the couch with his blanket and a stuffed tiger, watched Kazutora enter with wide, suspicious eyes. There was something comical about it—the little tiger in Renji’s arms and the tiger tattoo stretching over Kazutora’s neck. “Hey, little dude,” Kazutora said with a small smile, trying to sound friendly. Renji didn’t respond. He just stared, lips pressed together in a tight line, already radiating an unmistakable “I don’t trust you” energy.

As you set the bouquet in a vase, Renji made his move. Kazutora tried to sit next to you on the couch, but Renji climbed into your lap, pressing himself against you with exaggerated heaviness. His head nestled into your chest, little arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if to stake a claim. “You okay, baby?” you asked gently, running your fingers through his hair. Kazutora leaned back, trying to play it cool. “Tired, huh?”

Renji lifted his head just enough to glare at him. “She’s my mommy.” His voice was soft but firm, the kind of territorial declaration that only a four-year-old could pull off with such conviction. Kazutora raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching, already realizing this wasn’t going to be easy.

The sabotage began subtly. Every time Kazutora tried to start a conversation, Renji interrupted. “So, how’s work—” Kazutora started. “Mommy, look at this!” Renji demanded, holding up a random toy he’d strategically grabbed from the floor. Of course, you praised the toy, smiling, while Kazutora sat there, watching the whole thing unfold with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “That’s… cool, man,” Kazutora muttered, but Renji just stared at him like he’d committed a crime by speaking.

When Kazutora brought over takeout from a fancy ramen place, trying to make dinner feel special, Renji took the opportunity to escalate. He refused to eat unless you fed him. “I can’t do it,” he whined dramatically, holding out his spoon like his arms didn’t work. So there you were, spoon-feeding your four-year-old while Kazutora silently stabbed at his food, fully aware that he was, once again, the third wheel on his own date. Renji, between each bite, shot him a smug, triumphant look. Kazutora whispered under his breath, “Little punk…”

Later, when Kazutora suggested watching a movie, hopeful for a little alone time with you, Renji made his next move. Just as you shifted to sit beside Kazutora, Renji announced loudly, “My tummy hurts!” Panic-mode kicked in immediately, and Kazutora watched helplessly as you scooped Renji into your arms, rubbing his back, comforting him. But as Renji nestled into your shoulder, Kazutora caught a glimpse of his face—Renji peeked at him and smiled. A slow, evil little grin. Kazutora blinked, realizing the kid had faked the entire thing just to kill the vibe.

After some coaxing, you finally got Renji to agree to go to bed, and Kazutora thought maybe, finally, there was a chance to salvage the night. But Renji wasn’t done. A few minutes after being tucked in, he appeared in the hallway, rubbing his eyes dramatically. “Mommy, I’m scared…” he whispered. Kazutora, sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand, muttered, “You are not scared.” But the way you immediately went to comfort Renji told Kazutora he’d lost this battle.

Tucking Renji back into bed, you kissed his forehead, promising to stay until he fell asleep. Kazutora, sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling, knew it was over. When you finally came back out, Kazutora caught one last look—Renji, eyes half-closed, offering a triumphant little smile from his bed. The unspoken message was clear: Mine. Kazutora, defeated but amused, mouthed back, “You win this time…” But he knew the war for your attention was far from over.

۶ৎHanma Shuji:

Hanma showed up that evening with his usual chaotic charm, dressed in black skinny jeans, a white button-up with the top few buttons undone, and his signature trench coat slung over his shoulders. His black-and-blonde hair was slicked back lazily, and he carried a bag of takeout and a bottle of wine. The original plan was dinner out, but you had to cancel because baby Shion was “extra fussy” and refusing to sleep.

When you opened the door, Hanma’s gaze swept over you, taking in the white maxi dress with its blue seashell and fruit print, the halter neckline that tied at your chest, creating a keyhole cutout, and the open back with thin blue straps that crisscrossed and connected to the skirt. For a split second, Hanma forgot how to breathe.

“Damn, babe… you really gonna make me behave tonight?” he teased, his voice low and playful. But just as he leaned in for a hello kiss, a loud, shrill baby wail pierced the air. Hanma froze mid-lean, eyebrows raised, as Shion made his presence very, very known. You gave him a sheepish smile, already exhausted, and said, “He’s just a little cranky…”

Hanma stepped inside, and there was Shion on a playmat, aggressively chewing on a teething ring, big teary eyes glaring up at the new man in the room. Hanma squatted down to his level, offering a lopsided grin.

“Yo, little man.”

Shion stared… then let out a loud, angry babble — a clear “No.”

Hanma, laughing softly, muttered, “Oh, we’re starting like this, huh?”

You tried to settle Shion back on the mat, but the second you moved toward Hanma, Shion’s arms shot up, demanding to be held. You scooped him up, and he immediately buried his face in your neck, shooting Hanma a side-eye over your shoulder.

“Guess he’s not a fan of sharing,” Hanma joked, setting the food on the table. Shion made a small, possessive coo, tightening his chubby arms around your neck.

Hanma tried to set up the food, plates, and wine, hoping the baby might calm down. But every time you tried to sit next to him, Shion fussed until you were forced to hold him in your lap, feeding him little bites of soft food with your fingers.

“Want me to hold him while you eat?” Hanma offered, reaching out.

The instant Hanma’s hand got too close, Shion let out a furious wail — loud, sharp, and accusing. Hanma pulled back, blinking.

“Damn… okay. I get it.”

You looked apologetic, gently rubbing Shion’s back while Hanma tried to play it cool, chewing his food slowly, though there was a clear challenge forming in his amber eyes.

After dinner, Hanma tried again — grabbing one of Shion’s stuffed animals and making it dance.

“What about this guy? He seems cool.”

Shion glared… and then dramatically threw the toy on the floor with a loud thud.

Hanma raised an eyebrow.

“Okaaay. Tough crowd.”

You gently scolded, “Shion, be nice…” but Hanma was already smirking, recognizing the game.

“It’s cool, babe. He’s just testing me.”

Shion, as if understanding, grabbed another toy and chucked it — this time, narrowly missing Hanma’s knee.

“Oh-ho… so we’re throwing things now?” Hanma chuckled, but there was an almost playful competitiveness in his tone.

You tried to put Shion down for bed, giving Hanma a hopeful smile.

“He usually falls asleep pretty fast… I’ll be back in a sec.”

Hanma leaned back on the couch, stretching out with a satisfied smirk, thinking the battle was over. But ten minutes later…

WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Shion, standing in the crib, red-faced, absolutely refusing to sleep.

Hanma sighed, watching you scoop Shion back up and cradle him, bouncing gently. The baby, once again in your arms, gave Hanma a smug little look over your shoulder.

You ended up sitting on the couch, rocking Shion while Hanma sat beside you, trying to act unfazed. But Shion made sure there was no hand-holding, no cuddling, no date-night atmosphere whatsoever.

Eventually, you leaned your head back, sighing softly as Shion finally dozed off against your chest. Hanma glanced at you both, smirking despite the chaos.

“You really are his whole world, huh?”

You smiled softly, brushing a hand through Shion’s hair, but Hanma caught the glint in baby Shion’s barely-open eyes — the silent message: “You won’t be here long.”

Hanma leaned closer, whispering near Shion’s ear with a sly grin:

“We’ll see about that, little man.”

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano:

Your apartment was cozy and softly lit with warm-toned fairy lights along the walls. The air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh laundry. Mikey showed up wearing black cargo pants, a plain white tee, and an oversized black hoodie—casual yet effortlessly attractive. His black hair fell in soft, messy layers around his face. He was carrying a small bag of taiyaki and a six-pack of melon soda, fully expecting a chill, intimate night in since you had to cancel your restaurant reservation due to baby Sora’s “restless mood.”

When you opened the door in your white and blue maxi dress, his dark eyes immediately scanned you, lips quirking into a lazy grin. “Wow… you really got dressed up just to break my heart and stay in?” he teased, but before he could lean in to kiss you, a loud, angry cry erupted from somewhere in the apartment. His smile twitched as he glanced past your shoulder. “Ah… the little prince.”

You laughed softly, feeling a bit tired as you let him inside. Just as the door closed behind him, Sora toddled into the living room, a pouty frown on his chubby face, clutching a small plush dinosaur. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Mikey. For a brief moment, there was a tense silence—the baby processing this intruder—before Sora dramatically dropped his toy and raised his arms to you with a demanding whimper. “He’s been a little clingy today,” you murmured apologetically, scooping him up.

Mikey offered a gentle smile, reaching out a finger to tickle Sora’s side. “Hey there, kiddo.” But the second Sora felt himself being handed off, he immediately erupted into a meltdown, screaming like Mikey was made of fire. Mikey blinked, then chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah… I see how it’s gonna be.”

As you tried to set up your little at-home dinner, Sora refused to be put down, clinging to you like a koala. Mikey sat cross-legged on the floor, watching with an amused smirk, but every time you tried to hand Sora a toy or put him back on his playmat, his face scrunched up in pure outrage, arms flailing. Eventually, Mikey offered, “Want me to hold him for a bit?”

You hesitated, but Mikey was already reaching out gently. The second Sora felt himself being handed off, though—instant meltdown. “WAAAAHHHHHHHHH.” His scream was ear-piercing, like Mikey had just committed a grave sin. You quickly took him back, soothing him with gentle shushes while Mikey, now rejected, sat back with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, so I’m the bad guy now?”

Sora, once safely in your arms again, gave Mikey a triumphant side-eye—subtle, but unmistakable. Mikey narrowed his eyes playfully. “I see what you’re doing.”

After dinner, you tried to put Sora down for the night. Mikey, hopeful, watched you walk toward the bedroom, thinking the battle might finally be over. He sprawled back on the couch, smirking to himself, waiting for your return. Five minutes passed… ten minutes… and then, WAAAAHHHHHHH. Sora’s angry, tired wailing filled the apartment. Mikey groaned quietly, running a hand through his hair as you reappeared, holding a very awake and very cranky baby. “He won’t sleep unless I hold him…”

You looked apologetic, but Mikey just offered a soft smile. “It’s fine.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh, though Sora was still very much the center of attention.

You sat beside him again, gently bouncing Sora, who was snuggled against your chest, eyes half-lidded but still refusing to fully sleep. Mikey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh. But every time Mikey leaned in to say something—a soft compliment, a joke—Sora dramatically shifted in your lap, shoving his head against your chest or reaching up to grab your chin, forcing your attention back on him.

Mikey looked down at the tiny foot, then up at Sora, who, despite looking half-asleep, gave Mikey a slow blink of pure defiance. You hummed softly, your fingers running through Sora’s hair, completely unaware of the silent war going on right under your nose.

Mikey leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the baby to hear, “You’re lucky you’re cute, little man.”

Sora smirked—or at least Mikey swore it was a smirk—before closing his eyes, fully claiming you for himself. Mikey sighed, leaning back against the couch, defeated for now—but the challenge was set. Round two, tomorrow.

۶ৎNahoya Kawata:

The evening had a gentle warmth to it, the sun just beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the apartment. You’d planned to go out tonight — a long-overdue date with Nahoya — but, of course, life had other ideas. Kaito had been fussy all day, refusing to nap, and by the time the sitter was supposed to arrive, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere. You felt bad canceling, but Nahoya, ever relaxed, just laughed over the phone and said, “No biggie. I’ll come to you instead.”

You hadn’t expected him to actually show up thirty minutes later, leaning against your doorway with that easy grin, hands in his pockets, looking far too good in his black short-sleeve Henley and ripped jeans.

“Thought I’d make your night a little less boring,” he teased, eyeing you with a playful glint as you stood there in that white and blue maxi dress — the flowing fabric hugging your curves, the open back making you feel a little more elegant than a typical night in.

But as inviting as the scene was, there was one small, glaring problem.

Kaito.

Your three-year-old was sitting right in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by blocks, and the moment Nahoya stepped inside, his chubby cheeks puffed out in a pout that spoke volumes.

“Who’s that?” Kaito asked, blunt as ever, eyeing Nahoya like he was an intruder.

Nahoya, never one to back down from a challenge, crouched slightly, offering a friendly wave. “Yo, kiddo. I’m Nahoya.”

Kaito stared. Hard.

You could already feel the tension brewing, though Nahoya seemed completely unfazed. He kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the couch while you moved to the kitchen, already preparing snacks.

The second your back was turned, the battle began.

Kaito, still sitting on the floor, glared up at Nahoya, gripping a bright red block in his little fist. “That’s my couch.”

Nahoya smirked, lounging deeper into the cushions, spreading his arms across the back like he owned the place. “Yeah? Looks like I found it first.”

Kaito’s eyes narrowed dangerously — well, as dangerously as a toddler could manage.

The next half hour was a constant back-and-forth.

“Momma, I want a snack.”

“Momma, I’m thirsty.”

“Momma, can you come here?”

Every request timed perfectly to interrupt any conversation or moment of closeness between you and Nahoya. You could see the amusement dancing in his eyes, though, as he played along, more entertained by the challenge than anything else.

But Kaito wasn’t done. No, not by a long shot.

When Nahoya tried to help clean up the blocks, Kaito dramatically threw himself on top of the pile, shouting, “NOOOO! Don’t touch my toys!”

“Alright, alright,” Nahoya chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, though you caught the faintest twitch of annoyance in his smile.

Dinner rolled around, and Kaito, sensing his mother’s attention was being stolen, took things up a notch.

“Momma, sit next to me,” he demanded, climbing into his chair with a determined frown.

You gave Nahoya a small, apologetic smile as you slid into the seat beside your son, leaving Nahoya on the other side of the table, now thoroughly third-wheeled by a toddler.

Halfway through the meal, Kaito “accidentally” knocked over his water cup, sending a small flood across the table — and right into Nahoya’s lap.

“Ooops…” Kaito drawled, with the most unapologetic expression a three-year-old could muster.

Nahoya froze, blinking as the cold water soaked into his jeans, before exhaling slowly through his nose, giving Kaito a long, unreadable look. “Yeah… sure.”

After dinner, the standoff continued.

Kaito insisted on bedtime stories — multiple bedtime stories — and of course, only from you. Not Nahoya. You could feel the man’s gaze on you from the doorway as you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, his tiny hand clutching your fingers as he yawned, dragging out the bedtime routine as long as physically possible.

When you finally stepped out, closing the door quietly behind you, Nahoya was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a lopsided grin.

From inside the room, Kaito’s voice drifted out, soft but pointed.

“Is he still here?”

Nahoya smirked, not missing a beat. “Yup.”

“Tell him to go home.”

“Not happening, kid.”

There was a pause. Then, from beneath the blankets, Kaito muttered, “I don’t like you.”

Nahoya let out a quiet, amused huff, shaking his head. “I got that, yeah.”

But even as he grabbed his jacket, preparing to leave, there was a flicker of determination in his eyes. Kaito might’ve won tonight… but Nahoya clearly wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa:

The evening air was soft and warm, the sky painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to dip below the horizon. You’d planned a night out — something rare and exciting — but with Kaizer still so little, the reality of getting away for a few hours was impossible. The babysitter canceled last minute, and despite your apologies over the phone, Izana’s voice was smooth and unconcerned.

“I’ll come over,” he said simply, as though it was no trouble at all.

You didn’t expect him to actually show up on your doorstep twenty minutes later, dressed effortlessly in a sleek black shirt and dark jeans, hands in his pockets, giving you that quiet, knowing smile that always seemed to unnerve and charm at the same time.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, gaze trailing over the flowing white and blue maxi dress you’d put on for what was supposed to be a night out — the open back, the delicate halter neckline, and the soft skirt brushing your ankles. His eyes lingered, but his attention was quickly stolen by the soft babbling of Kaizer, who sat in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by his plush toys.

The second Izana stepped inside, Kaizer — barely over a year old — froze, blinking up at the unfamiliar man with wide, dark eyes. And then��� the hostility began.

Kaizer stared at him with a seriousness far beyond his baby years, clutching a stuffed bunny with both hands, holding it like a weapon.

“Hey there,” Izana greeted softly, crouching down a little, keeping his distance but offering a gentle smile. “What’s up, little guy?”

Kaizer blinked once. Twice. Then, with the most exaggerated pout imaginable, he let out a loud, disapproving wail.

You rushed over, scooping him up into your arms, gently bouncing him, whispering soft reassurances, but Kaizer’s dark little eyes remained locked on Izana with an intensity that spoke of pure, baby-sized betrayal.

Izana chuckled softly, not at all deterred. “I don’t think he likes me.”

“He’s just… fussy,” you tried, offering a weak smile as Kaizer buried his face against your shoulder, one chubby hand clutching your dress possessively, as though claiming you as his and his alone.

The evening unfolded with Kaizer declaring quiet, passive-aggressive war.

When you sat on the couch, Kaizer insisted on being in your lap. When Izana tried to sit beside you, Kaizer kicked his tiny feet out, accidentally (but very much on purpose) hitting Izana in the thigh with surprising strength for such a little thing.

“Oops…” you murmured, shooting Izana an apologetic glance.

Izana, ever composed, just smiled, though there was a glimmer of challenge in his eyes as he leaned back, watching Kaizer with amusement, as though recognizing a worthy opponent.

Dinner was no better.

Kaizer, seated in his high chair, stared Izana down with the determination of a baby defending his territory. Every time Izana tried to talk to you, Kaizer made a loud, random noise — banging his spoon, squealing, or blowing raspberries with dramatic flair — effectively cutting off any adult conversation.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Izana murmured, gaze locked with Kaizer’s.

Kaizer responded by throwing his spoon on the floor. Hard.

You sighed, bending down to retrieve it, and when you sat back up, Izana was still watching Kaizer with a faint, unreadable smile, like he was actually enjoying the challenge.

After dinner, things escalated.

Kaizer, tired but refusing to go to sleep, became extra clingy. You tried rocking him, singing softly, but every time you tried to set him down, he wailed, reaching for you with dramatic sobs, forcing you to pick him back up.

“Go to sleep, little man,” Izana said quietly from the doorway, his voice calm but firm.

Kaizer’s head snapped up from your shoulder, glaring over at him with sheer, baby-sized defiance.

“No,” he said, clear as day.

You blinked.

Izana blinked.

Kaizer, satisfied, buried his face against you again, little arms tight around your neck, effectively claiming victory.

“You’ve got your hands full,” Izana said with a soft chuckle as you finally emerged from the nursery, looking tired but relieved that Kaizer had finally fallen asleep.

“Yeah… sorry. He’s… a bit much,” you sighed, brushing your hair back, offering a sheepish smile.

But Izana, leaning casually against the wall, gave you that slow, unreadable smile of his — a mix of amusement and quiet determination.

“I like a challenge,” he murmured, voice low, eyes glinting as though silently telling Kaizer — asleep just beyond the door — that he wasn’t going anywhere.

۶ৎHajime Kokonoi:

The evening had that soft, golden glow that only came with summer’s end — warm, honeyed light streaming through your windows, casting long shadows over the hardwood floor. The smell of shea butter and cocoa lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the soft floral perfume you’d carefully dabbed on your wrists. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the white maxi dress that hugged your curves just right, its blue seashell and fruit print vibrant against your caramel-toned skin. The halter neckline tied neatly at your chest, forming a small, teasing keyhole cutout, while thin blue straps crisscrossed your bare back before meeting the fitted waist. The skirt flared out gently, brushing against your ankles with every shift, giving you the kind of soft, effortless elegance you rarely got to feel anymore.

You’d even taken the time to refresh your curls, the thick, springy coils framing your face perfectly, glossy with a light coat of coconut oil. The scent was subtle but warm — familiar, comforting. Your edges were laid flawlessly, baby hairs swooped in delicate waves along your hairline, the kind of detail that took time and patience but made all the difference. You looked good, felt good… for once.

But of course, peace was never that simple.

From the living room came a loud, exaggerated sigh — the unmistakable sound of your five-year-old daughter, Airi, broadcasting her boredom and dissatisfaction with her entire soul.

“I really can’t go out tonight,” you whispered into your phone, glancing toward the sound of her dramatics. “My babysitter canceled… I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“I’ll come to you,” Kokonoi interrupted smoothly, his voice low and decisive, like he’d already made the call before you could protest.

You hesitated, glancing back at Airi. She was sprawled out on the floor, her caramel-brown cheeks slightly flushed, surrounded by a mess of coloring books, markers, and her ever-present pink stuffed bunny, whose fur was worn down from years of love. Her wild, coily pigtails stuck out in two large, frizzy puffs, stubbornly resisting your attempts to tame them earlier that day. She was gripping a marker like her life depended on it, her little brows furrowed in fierce concentration as she colored — hard.

“I don’t know if that’s a good—”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Kokonoi said, and just like that, the line went dead.

You barely had time to straighten up the house before the doorbell rang.

When you opened it, there he was — sleek and polished, like he’d just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. Kokonoi Hajime, with his hair perfectly tousled, a black button-up with the top buttons undone just enough to hint at the smooth line of his collarbone, and fitted slacks. His sharp, calculating eyes did a slow, deliberate sweep over you, taking in the dress, the curves, the bare skin of your shoulders, and the smoothness of your legs.

“You look…” He paused, his voice rough around the edges now. “Incredible.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, a flattered, fluttery feeling stirring in your chest — until a small, suspicious voice shattered the moment.

“Who are you?”

Airi had materialized in the doorway, barefoot, wearing her oversized princess nightgown, the hem brushing her ankles, her stuffed bunny dangling limply from her hand. Her skin glowed softly in the evening light, and her big, dark eyes were narrowed in unmistakable distrust.

Kokonoi’s gaze flicked to her, and for a split second, he looked… caught off guard. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being interrogated by someone half his height.

“I’m a friend of your mom’s,” he said smoothly, offering a faint, polite smile.

Airi wasn’t impressed.

“Why are you here?” she pressed, her tone flat, her little arms crossed tightly over her chest, one hip popped out in that sass-filled way only a five-year-old girl could manage.

“I—”

“You’re not my dad,” she announced bluntly, her expression making it clear that this fact alone was enough reason for him to leave immediately.

The air went thick for a moment. You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing, watching as Kokonoi — cool, composed, and calculating — found himself on the receiving end of the world’s tiniest power move.

“Airi…” you started, your voice low with warning, but she wasn’t done.

With dramatic flair, she turned her back to him, marched into the living room, and flopped onto the couch with a loud, pointed sigh, clutching her bunny to her chest like a beloved battle companion.

“I’ll be nice if you give me twenty dollars,” she added, not even looking up, her voice casual, like this was just a standard transaction.

Kokonoi blinked. Slowly. The disbelief was plain on his face as he glanced back at you.

“She’s extorting me,” he muttered under his breath.

“She does this with everyone,” you whispered, your tone apologetic, but Airi was already watching him out of the corner of her eye, waiting.

Kokonoi, ever the businessman, sighed and pulled out his wallet, producing a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

“Is this all it takes?” he asked dryly, raising a sharp eyebrow.

Airi snatched the bill with the speed of a seasoned hustler, stuffed it into the pocket of her nightgown, and… went right back to glaring at him.

“She’s not going to be nice, is she?” Kokonoi asked quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation.

“Nope,” you confirmed, sighing. “Not a chance.”

And thus, the silent war began.

During dinner, Airi made sure to sit pressed up against your side, her small, warm arm looped possessively around yours. Every time Kokonoi tried to speak to you, she’d cut in — her tone flat, her gaze sharp, tossing shade with the casual precision of a child who knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

“You’re sitting too close,” she declared when Kokonoi shifted his chair an inch nearer.

Kokonoi gave her a long, unreadable look… and leaned back with a sigh, clearly calculating his next move.

After dinner, you tried putting her to bed, but of course, that didn’t go smoothly either.

“She does this every time someone comes over,” you whispered when you reappeared, looking mildly exasperated.

Kokonoi, lounging on the couch, one arm draped casually over the back, smirked faintly.

“She’s protective,” he said simply, like that explained everything.

“You’re being generous,” you muttered, collapsing beside him, grateful for the moment of peace.

But just as the tension shifted, as Kokonoi leaned in a little closer, his eyes dark with something warmer, hungrier—

“Mommy! I need water!”

You groaned, already halfway to the kitchen, Kokonoi watching you with a resigned, faintly amused smile.

“She’s not going to let this happen, is she?” he murmured.

“Not a chance,” you called back, grabbing a glass.

And as the night stretched on, it became clear that Airi, your tiny, sassy gatekeeper, had won this round — and probably every round after.

۶ৎTetta Kisaki:

The evening light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow in the living room, while the faint scent of lavender and honey mixed with the sound of your daughter’s footsteps running across the hardwood floor. Your white maxi dress with the blue seashell and fruit print clung to you just enough to feel graceful and feminine, but the reality of your life had you focused on much more than your outfit. The halter neckline with the keyhole cutout felt flattering against your caramel-toned skin, and the blue piping accentuated the curves that had both the grace and strength of motherhood. The warm, soft feel of the fabric as it swayed with your movements made you feel light — a moment of calm before your daughter inevitably interrupted.

Layla, your 10-year-old daughter, was on the couch, sitting cross-legged, her dark brown eyes flickering with impatience. With a sharp mind that often made you think twice, she had an opinion about everything, and that included the people you brought around her. And now, someone was here — and Layla didn’t quite approve of him yet.

When the doorbell rang, you opened it to reveal Kisaki. He stood tall, sharp in his dark suit, his platinum blonde hair a stark contrast to the darkening evening. His cold, calculating eyes softened a little when they met yours, but the usual smug smirk played on his lips, always so confident in his approach.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice smooth as always.

You smiled, half-flattered but aware of the tension in your chest. “Thank you.”

But as soon as you let him inside, Layla piped up from the living room. “Who’s that?”

You glanced back toward the couch, where Layla was sitting, arms crossed, a serious look on her face, her deep brown eyes narrowing slightly as she sized up Kisaki. She looked like she was calculating him, figuring out the angles, the weaknesses. She was smart, and she wasn’t quick to trust.

“Hey, Layla. This is Kisaki. He’s a… friend of mommy’s,” you said, trying to keep the tone light.

Layla looked at you, then at Kisaki, then back at you again, her expression unchanged. “A friend, huh?”

Kisaki raised an eyebrow but didn’t break his cool, collected demeanor. “That’s right. Just a friend.”

Layla’s mouth curved into a slight, knowing smirk. “So, are you going to be here for dinner or are you just here to stare at my mom?”

Her tone wasn’t rude, but it had the unmistakable bite of a child who wasn’t afraid to be blunt. And there was something in the way she said it — the way she didn’t flinch when Kisaki’s gaze met hers — that made it clear she wasn’t going to let him off easy.

Kisaki’s smirk didn’t falter, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “I’m here for dinner,” he replied, a trace of humor in his voice.

Layla didn’t move. She just stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read him like an open book. It was clear from the way her eyes flickered that she wasn’t intimidated, just observant. A sharp, calculating mind wrapped in a 10-year-old’s body.

You shook your head slightly, both amused and exasperated. “Layla, go set the table, please.”

Her eyes flickered to you, then back to Kisaki, and she hesitated only for a moment before she stood and stalked off to the kitchen. Her steps were heavy, purposeful, and she muttered something incoherent as she passed by.

Kisaki looked at you, his expression unreadable. “She’s… something.”

You sighed, turning back to the kitchen where Layla had already taken charge. “She’s protective, that’s all,” you said.

Kisaki chuckled low in his throat. “I can tell.”

Dinner was an exercise in patience. Layla continued to challenge him with her snarky comments and hard stares. She didn’t make it easy for him, questioning every little thing he said with a critical eye. She’d interrupt the conversation to tell him how she preferred her food to be cooked, pointing out how she thought he was a little too fancy for a family dinner.

“Do you always wear suits?” Layla asked between bites of her food. “It’s not a formal occasion.”

Kisaki leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his glass. “I like to dress for the occasion,” he replied smoothly, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Layla wasn’t convinced. “And is this an occasion? Or is this just you trying to look important in front of my mom?”

You nearly choked on your drink, a laugh bubbling up, but you quickly stifled it, clearing your throat. “Layla, that’s enough.”

But Kisaki didn’t seem offended. He almost looked impressed, like he was enjoying this little game. “It’s fine,” he said, his eyes not leaving Layla’s. “But I’m not trying to look important. Just trying to get to know your mom.”

Layla narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid. You’re trying too hard.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Layla, please.”

But Layla didn’t seem to care. She’d made up her mind. This wasn’t just a regular dinner — this was a test. And she was going to see how Kisaki handled it, every little bit of it.

The rest of the evening didn’t get much easier. Kisaki tried to engage you in conversation, but Layla always seemed to have a way of interrupting at just the right moment — demanding more juice, needing to tell you something about her day, or giving you the “look” that told you she was still suspicious of him.

As the evening wore on, Layla finally retired to her room with a heavy sigh, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You turned to Kisaki, exhausted from the mental gymnastics of the evening.

“She’s a handful,” you said, massaging your temples.

“I’m not bothered,” Kisaki replied, his voice still smooth, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes. “It’ll take more than that to stop me.”

You looked at him, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I’ll be honest — she’s not easy to win over. But she’ll eventually warm up… hopefully.”

Kisaki smiled, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m patient. I’ll wait.”

And you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something, something between excitement and apprehension, as you realized that this wasn’t going to be over quickly. Layla might be protective, but Kisaki wasn’t a man who gave up easily.

[emmyrosee]

“‘Fuyu?”

Your boyfriend hums as he continues to stroke his thumb over the swells of your cheek, turning his head to smile down at you, “what’s up, baby?”

“I think… I feel like an orange,” you hum. You watch as his face turns into one of slight confusion, then his eyes turn to your hands laced with his, resting on your stomach. Instinctively, your thumb strokes over his, and he cocks his head softly.

“Can I be a blueberry?” He says softly.

“No, chifuyu-“ you can’t help the string of laughter that pour from your lips, body shifting with your cackles as he continues to stare down at you, his smile wavering slightly as if not understanding what was so funny. “I meant, eating an orange.”

“Oh.”

This, now, causes him to collapse in laughter, head tossing back as he lets the harmonic sound ring in the air. It sounds like a choir of angels, and it wraps you like a blanket, keeping you cozy on a fall day; you feel like a cat perched in the perfect ray of sunshine when Chifuyu laughs, light and soothed and content, like nothing could be better than this.

He sighs as he stops laughing, resting a hand on your stomach, gently patting it. “I think we have an orange in the bowl? Do you want it?”

You hum in confirmation before stretching, “I’m too comfy to get it.”

He clicks his tongue, “I mean, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I disrupted my fiancée’s comfort?” He asks, moving his hand from your stomach to gently grab your chin, holding you steady so he can lean down to kiss your lips. You return the affection gratefully, huffing as he pulls away.

“The worst,” you whisper. “Can you peel it for me?”

“I can peel it for you,” he says softly. “I’ll do whatever you want to it, just let me up.”

“Mmmno.” You turn on your side to bury your face in his stomach, the warmth emanating from the muscles peeks through his shirt, and you mewl and melt into the loving feeling.

He laughs, “what do you mean no? Don’t you want an orange?”

“I want an orange.”

“….and you want me to get it for you?”

“Yes.”

“But I have to get up?”

“Makes sense.”

“So…”

“No.”

He makes a noise of amusement, “I’m lost here.”

“No wonder Takemichi says those things about you.”

He pauses. You start to giggle in anticipation for riling up your man.

“What things?” He asks firmly, but there’s a smirk on his face. You curl on yourself slightly, only to shriek as fingers dig into your sides. "Spill."

"Never!"

The orange would have to come later. Right now, you're more than content with getting tortured by your man.

[puprdou]

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who has no idea what he’s doing when you get your period and send him to the store to buy you things. he had to ask the receptionist with puppy dog eyes for help after grabbing a whole basketfull of random products.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll ask what’s wrong constantly cause he has no idea what he’s doing or where it hurts. he’s quite obviously never dealt with something like this before; it gives away to his lack of experience with having girlfriends.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll climb into bed and start whining, desperate for you just to tell him what you need, what you need him to do; he’ll start rubbing your tummy and burying his pouty face into your shoulder, spooning you in a clingy manner.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll run around the house trying to find those things you asked him for; his mind repeating the things you needed on loop: heating pads, pain meds, chocolates.. wait, what else was it??

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll call his mother for help cause he has no clue what he’s doing wrong, you’re crying and yelling at him, and he’s just about fried his brain trying to handle your cramps and wildly overflowing emotions.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll just pout and give up, raising his hands in defeat at your relentless mood swings and crying, obviously in pain and upset under those millions of blankets surrounding you like a cocoon.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll come back after a few minutes, having started a bath and gotten you some meds and chocolates after on call with his mom, apologizing to you so sweetly and offering to carry you to the bathroom to have your warm, bubbly bath.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll start up your favorite movie, make a big fort with all the blankets and pillows along the both of your shared bed, makes sure to get chocolates, heating pads, pain meds, and everything you’ll need by the time you come back; all as an apology.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll try to surprise you after you get dressed after your bath, only to see you start tearing up as you walked into the bedroom, which had led lights hung up, a pillow and blanket fort made in the bed with the lights off, a movie set up on his laptop with all of your necessities inside.

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll immediately think he did something wrong as he sees you tearing up, unaware that they were just happy tears over how sweet he is, and starts mumbling things to himself: ’shit, was it too much..?’ ’did i get the movie wrong?’ ’do you not like it..?’

clueless bf!chifuyu matsuno who’ll soften as you immediately reassure him that you love it, and cuddles up to you as you both watch the movie, making sure to be extra clingy, rubbing your tummy as he plants kisses along your neck, only paying attention to you, and you only, despite the movie playing in the background. ♡

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