#mitsuya tokyo revengers

[metranart]

Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well. 

You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will! 

Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-…. 

Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess. 

Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever. 

“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”

Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say: 

“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”

There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.

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[ninupi]

Hii, can I request headcanons or fic for Mitsuya with a model reader?

crush? | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, finale timeline so spoilers? mitsuya being a absolute sweetheart as usual, also him struggling a bit as a new designer lol, this is a slowburn ngl...y/n overthinking towards the end

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 3,500+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; this was a bit vague so I wasn't too sure what you wanted exactly, I didnt mean for this to be so long but then I just kept writing and it became a lot longer then I anticipated LOL also ill probably rename this later, i never even know what to name some of these sometimes

Mitsuya threw down all the photos of headshots his assistant had brought him to look through "This is it?" he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly. The girl stumbled around a bit "Uh yes sir, that's all of the models...you don't see any you like?" she questioned a bit frustrated.

"I'm sorry, but no, none of them have what I'm looking for exactly..." he sighed, standing up and picking up a headshot of a young man. "None of them? Like not a single one?" the girl questioned, a bit shocked. Mitsuya only shook his head while pacing around. 

"Well, I don't mean to step on your toes or anything, sir, but the show is in two months, and we need to start booking models..." she muttered, looking through her emails, hoping to see a response. You can call Hakkai, and I'll choose some of the people here, but give me a few more days to pick someone for the main piece."

Mitsuya ran a hand through his hair, softly pulling at the roots in frustration. He had someone specific in mind for the main piece of the show. Unfortunately, Okamoto, his assistant, was unable to book you. They didn't even receive an email back from your manager.

Mitsuya knew it'd be a miracle if he were able to book you for his show but he still tried. But now that the odds weren't in his favor he had to find a new model for the face of the show, he could just go with Hakkai. He wasn't too sure Hakkai wanted to sport a dress on the runway though...

You watched from the corner of your eye as your manager angrily swiped through her tablet, hundreds of emails in the reflection of her glasses. You went to say something when you felt a tug on your hair "Could you be a bit more gentle?" you muttered getting fed up, that was the sixth time this stylist had tugged on your hair in the last twenty minutes.

You didn't say anything when he softly apologized while continuing to do your hair in a crazy updo for your upcoming photoshoot. "Are you ok over there? You look like you're about to throw that thing" You call out to your manager who's now angrily typing away on her tablet.

"You would think after sending 15 emails and not receiving a single one back this person would stop emailing me about you," she muttered with furrowed eyebrows, who the hell was blowing up your manager about you anyway? You had just started seriously modeling this year and you've been very successful but you didn't think you were that desired by some people. 

"Who is it? What's it for?" you question now really curious about this person's persistence while shifting in your seat. "I don't even know, it's to walk at some small runway show, nothing worth your time." She sighs lifting her glasses to rest on the top of her head. 

You had only walked a few runways, and each time it was a bit chaotic but you had lots of fun "Oh really, who's the designer? I wouldn't mind doing another runway!" your manager looks at you a bit shocked while you smile at her innocently. 

She quickly recuperates and walks over to you holding out her tablet "He's a small upcoming designer, Mitsuya Takashi? I've never heard of him personally but Hakkai Shiba walks at almost all of his shows." She explains while swiping through some of his designs. 

"No way! I love his clothes, why didn't you tell me sooner?" you whine looking at all the emails his assistant has sent your manager over the last two weeks. You feel yourself basically shaking in excitement at the thought of walking for one of your new favorite designers. 

"I didn't think you even knew who he was, I didn't until I got her emails!" she explains pointing at the tablet in your hands, and to give her credit you had just discovered the upcoming designer recently. 

One of the other models at a photo shoot you were at was wearing a beautiful dress and when you asked her where she got it, she explained that Mitsuya had made it for her as a thank-you for modeling for him. Not only was the man extremely talented, but he also seemed really kind. 

You had always searched for his clothing at any store you had gone to, you never had any luck though. You were thinking about reaching out to him yourself but lately, your schedule has been extremely busy. This was the perfect opportunity you were searching for. 

"Tell him yes, anything he wants, yes I'll do it! If I have stuff scheduled when he needs me, cancel it!" you smile handing your manager her tablet back and standing up seeing now that your hair is done. "B-but what about the shoot with miu miu?" your manager sputtered quickly following behind you.

"Cancel it!" you smile closing your dressing room door in your manager's face. 

When Okamoto barged into Mitsuya's office sputtering about booking you he thought she was crazy. But when she showed him the email from your manager stating you agreed to walk the runway in his clothes he almost passed out. He immediately started stitching together your dress, too excited to sleep even though it was already past midnight.

Now two weeks later, he was almost done with the piece just having to add the tedious details and fix some stitching here and there. But it was also the day you'd come by for the first fitting and be meeting mitsuya for the first time. 

To say he was nervous was an understatement, he kept pricking his fingers while working on the other pieces for the show and stumbling over stray rolls of fabric. He didn't even realize the time until Okamoto came in telling him you'd be there in an hour, he quickly started to clean his office not wanting you to see the chaotic room. 

When he finally finishes cleaning the room he looks around for any stray items lying around. Not seeing a single thing hethrew himself onto his chair when a big sigh, he knew you should be here any moment. He was so nervous he keptthinking about what he'd say to you when he finally met you. 

"Thank you so much for accepting...no thank you for giving me the opportunity...no..." he sighed still not able to think properly when he heard his office door open. Quickly standing up he dusted himself off and watched as you and your manager walked in talking to Okamoto. 

"Yeah I was so jealous after she told me he had custom-made it for her, I was tempted to steal it from her dressing room when she wasn't there!" Mitsuya watched you as you laughed while readjusting your purse on your arm, he doesn't think he's seen a more beautiful woman. 

You were wearing a simple outfit, a black long-sleeve turtle neck, some dark-washed jeans, and a pair of black boots. It was nothing special but Mitsuya thought you looked amazing, he couldn't even bring himself to say something when you looked at him. 

"Oh my god, it's so nice to finally meet you! I've been waiting for this day since Saki told me about this!" you exclaimed briefly motioning over to your manager but quickly making your way to Mitsuya shaking his hand. He could only smile in response a little too shocked to say anything at the moment. 

"Really? I didn't even think you knew who I was..." he awkwardly laughed while shaking your hand "I just discovered you recently from Momo? I'm sure you remember her, you made her that gorgeous custom dress! I've been searching for some of your pieces in stores but I've had no luck" 

Mitsuya was loss for words the more you kept talking, you knew who he was? And you were on the hunt for some of his clothing on your own time? Not even saying anything he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angel "Thank you so much, you don't know how much that means to me, seriously" 

You immediately begin to panic "What? What do you mean I haven't done anything!" you say while bringing him up by his shoulders "You agreeing to model my clothes is good enough, you're a very sought-after model y/n. You wearing my clothes is bound to help me take off as a designer so I thank you." 

You can feel your face flush a bit, you've never had someone be so sincere to you in this industry before. Now you realize you've made a great choice by agreeing to model for Mitsuya, you hope you can continue to work with him in the future. 

"Ok let's get to work before you make me cry or somethin'.." you softly joke taking off your bag and handing it to you Saki "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to- ok yeah let's get to work!" Mitsuya stumbles putting his glasses on and grabbing his sketchbook.

"You can take a seat over there if you'd like" Mitsuya motions over to a couch in the corner of his office when he notices your manager aimlessly standing around "Oh thank you, do you mind if I make a few calls and whatnot?" she sighs taking a seat with your stuff. 

"No of course not, if you need anything just ask me or Okamoto" he waves off now walking over to you "I actually already started working on the piece if you'd like to see it? Or even try it on?" he mutters flipping through his sketchbook"Of course I'd like to try it on!" 

The rest of the day was spent talking and getting to know each other while Mitsuya tailored the dress to fit you better and went over the rest of the look with you. He also asked for your input and what you thought would look good or what you'd like to wear, you could help having a small crush on the man after leaving his office that night. 

It's now been two months since you and Mitsuya first met and you two have gotten a lot closer since that day. Some nights after you've finished with your fittings for other designers you'd invite Mitsuya out for dinner, wanting to talk the man more.

And if you two weren't out for dinner you were constantly texting, but now that his show is this weekend you haven't heard much from him. You weren't too surprised you imagined he was extremely busy trying to finish the last details for the show and whatnot, but you had to admit you missed him. 

You just finished with a small photoshoot for a magazine when you checked your phone and saw that he still hadn't responded to your message from this morning. "Loverboy hasn't answered you?" you turn to glare at Saki who ignores you while packing up your stuff. 

"I told you to stop calling him that…but no he hasn't answered" You sigh grabbing your bag from her arm and begin to walk out of the studio "Do you want to stop by his office?" you almost trip when walking down the stairs "What? We can't just stop by his office like that, he's probably really busy!"

Saki only shrugs her shoulders while opening the door to the building allowing you to go first "Why not? You can bring him a coffee or something, I'm sure he'd appreciate it" You bite your lip contemplating it a bit, you really did want to see the man but you also didn't want to bother him if he were busy. 

"Ok yeah let's go, but we have to get coffee from the place by his office, he really likes that place!" you explain while getting into the back of the car with Saki who playful rolls her eyes "Yeah I know you've only told me a thousand times how much he likes that place."

Now standing outside of Mitsuya's office with his and your order in one hand and a box of pastries in the other you wonder if this was a good idea. You two had hung out plenty of times but you'd never shown up at his office unannounced and you hoped your sudden arrival didn't annoy him. 

Before you can even think about turning around his office door opens and you see a beautiful girl walking out on the phone. She doesn't notice you at first too immersed in her conversation but when she does she gives a look of confusion and then goes wide-eyed. 

"Are you here for Takashi?" at first you thought she was one of the other models walking in his show but when she refers to him by his first name you begin to doubt it. Who exactly was she? Mitsuya never mentioned a girlfriend before or anything similar. 

"Yazuha can you go to the bakery down the street and get us some stuff?" you hear someone call from Mitsuya's office making the girl roll her eyes. "Actually it looks like someone is here for Takashi" She then motions for you to walk into the office as she continues her way out the door still on the phone. 

When you walk in you see Mitsuya looking in your direction with a confused face which quickly morphs into a smile "Y/n! What are you doing here?" he quickly makes his way over to you grabbing the sweets and drinks out of your hand and placing them on his desk. 

You quickly glance over the man standing in what you assume will be his runway outfit and back towards Mitsuya "I just wanted to see you, plus you never answered my messages. So I thought you could use some fuel or whatever…I didn't think you'd have other people over I should've gotten more" 

You begin to look through your bag for your wallet going to ask the other man what he'd like "Don't worry about it y/n, I'm sorry for not answering your messages I've been finishing up Hakkai's piece all day. I'm almost done, if you want we can all go grab dinner together or something?" 

You didn't even realize he was leading you to sit over on the couch until you were seated "Oh uh- ok yeah that's fine with me" Then it hits you that you didn't even introduce yourself to the other person in the room. 

"I'm so sorry I'm y/n, I guess we'll be walking in the show together it's nice to meet you" You smile up at the very tall man who just turns away from you with a blank look on his face. What the hell was his deal "This is Hakkai, he's not good at talking to girls so don't take offense. And the girl outside is his sister, Yazuha, I've known both of them since middle school."

You watch Mitsuya continue to work on a few pieces of Hakkai's suit while the boy doesn't say anything just then Yazuha walks back in "Don't bother talking to that guy, he can't talk to girls" You turn to her with a small smile while Mitsuya softly laughs "Yeah Mitsuya's already told me, I'm y/n it's nice to meet you" 

Unlike her brother Yazuha has no problem talking to you "Yeah I know, who wouldn't? You're like one of the top models right now, I thought Takashi was lying when he said he booked you." she muttered while shaking your hand. 

"Ah I'm so glad Okamoto reached out to my manager, it's been so nice working with Mitsuya I hope he and I can keep working together in the future!" You hear Mitsuya curse a bit under his breath "Are you ok Taka-Chan?" you turn and watch as Mitsuya nods sucking on his thumb.

"Y-yeah just pricked my finger a bit, but yeah I've really enjoyed working with you too y/n…" he smiles, and you note his ears are red. You return a bashful smile and turn back towards Yazuha who's giving you a smug look "Right…well if you start working with Takashi a lot then you'll be seeing us a lot too so let's be good friends" 

You've always had after-show jitters but right now you feel like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. The show went great but before the show, you barely had any time to actually talk to Mitsuya, just a quick prep talk and good luck. But right before the show actually started he had told you to immediately find him afterwards. 

You wondered the entire time what is it that he wanted to talk to you about, then you wondered what he'd have to say about your walk. What if he hated it and never wanted you to model for his clothes ever again? You didn't even notice when he knocked on your dressing room door, too preoccupied with your thoughts. 

You only realized he was there when he gently opened the door "Y/n? Are you in here?" you quickly walked over to the door opening it the rest of the way "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't sure you were in here" you notice he has a big bouquet of flowers and an even bigger gift bag in his hand. 

Unable to say anything you just pull him into your dressing room and close the door "Sorry I didn't hear you knocking on the door" you mutter turning to look at him. He doesn't say anything and neither do you for a while until he holds out the bouquet "These are for you…"

You take the flowers from him and notice their your favorite flowers in your favorite color. You also notice how nicely they're wrapped, they had to be really expensive "Mitsuya, these are gorgeous…thank you so much." 

He only shrugs with a shy smile on his face "I wanted you to have something nice… I-I did my best to wrap them but I've never done it before so I'm sorry if it looks a bit sloppy…" He rambles while gently grabbing them from your hands and setting them down. 

You couldn't believe that he took the time to wrap the flowers himself, they look professionally done. You couldn't even deny it anymore if you wanted, you've totally fallen for Mitsuya. He's been nothing but good to you since you first met and watching the way he treats his friends and other models shows that he's just a great guy. 

"Mitsuya they're gorgeous, they look perfect seriously, thank you so much for these." you mutter still admiring the beautiful bouquet "Oh well I'm glad you like them, I also have this for you…" he whispers placing the huge gift bag on a chair in the room leaving you to open it.

You wonder what can be in the bag, it's massive but when you peek inside the bag you don't really see much. Turning to him to give him a suspicious look he just shrugs his shoulders with a cheeky smile "Open it" Turning back towards the bag you pull out the tissue paper. 

At first, you just see some fabric but when you pull it out you notice it's a gorgeous dress. Looking at all the intricate details you're lost for words "Do you like it..?" you hear Mitsuya ask while he walks up closer to you "You made this for me?" 

You turn towards him now holding the dress close to your chest as if he just threatened to take it from you "Yeah I made it last week, if you don't like something I can- No!" he looks at you wide-eyed at your interruption "Sorry but no Mitsuya it's- it's…I seriously don't have words I can't believe you made this for me?" 

He can't help the cocky grin on his face "I'm so glad you like it…" Then you notice his smile falter a bit "Would you like to wear it tonight to dinner…" Was he asking you out right now? Like a real date? "With me I mean" he quickly clarified seeing your blank look.

You seriously wanted to jump for joy but decided against it to not embarrass yourself "Like just you and me…? No Yazuha or Hakkai?" you don't want to get your hopes up too soon "Yes y/n just you and me, no Hakkai or Yazuha, just us. Like a date" he softly laughed walking towards you grabbing one of your hands. 

You got one little hop in before you stopped yourself "S-sorry I'm just really happy right now" you explain when he gives you a funny look "But yes, I'd love to go on a date with you Mitsuya" you mutter now too shy to look him in the eyes.

"Ok great, I'll wait outside for you then we can go" he smiles softly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb "Ok I'll get dressed right now!" you laugh gently pushing him out of your dressing room and quickly grab your phone to tell Saki she can leave without you. 

[zerokurokawa]

Can I get some jealous rindou? You can make it as smut or fluff whatever! Thank you!

I Still Get Jealous | Rindou x Reader (Slight NSFW, MDNI) <3

Rindou didn't mind much that you got along with his older brother, Ran. However, it did become a problem when Ran started to subconsciously flirt with you while being playful. Ran would tease you by calling you nicknames and playfully shoving you around. The only thing that burst Rindou's bubble was when he accidentally called you babe. This was the final straw, and Rindou could see a slight blush on your face when Ran called you the intimate name. 

You two were in his room after the name calling and Rindou was being uncannily quiet.

"What's wrong? Is it Ran?" You asked, trying to snuggle up to him on the bed. 

"Him calling you babe is where I draw the line." 

"I don't think he meant it like that, I think he meant it more in a friendly way, ya know?" You tried to console his jealously, but it only put a cap on the boiling pot that was Rindou. 

You sat up, thinking about going and grabbing some food when Rindou pulled you back into the bed to lay on his chest. 

"I can't help it..." He trailed off, getting even more quiet with his words. 

"Help what?" You asked, turning your face towards his. 

"I still get jealous. Every guy that looks your way, I still get irritated and made because you're mine and mine only." He would say, holding you closer to his chest. You nuzzled into him, taking in his scent while he started to slowly rub your back. 

"I can see why," You stated, trying to get closer to Rindou as he began to touch all of your sweet spots. 

"Mmhmm..." He mumbled, slowly leaning down to kiss you. The kiss turned into a heated make-out session as he began to touch you in ways you always craved him to. You interrupted the session due to hearing Ran in the kitchen, who seemed to be making himself some food. 

"We can't do this right now," You moaned out as Rindou began to kiss your neck. You know that the walls were thin and the last thing you needed was Ran teasing you both about having sex. Ran loved to make things awkward for everybody. 

"Give me one good reason why we can't." Rindou started to grab at your clothes, trying to tug them off. 

"Your brother is literally in the next room. He can hear us." You began to say as Rindou still didn't listen. 

"Then stop flirting with him. Stop letting him tease you and play around with you. You're giving him too much leeway when it comes to your friendship and you need to set some boundaries." Rindou stated, sounding more stern than usual. He wanted you all to himself. 

"Okay..." Was all you said before Rindou pinned you against the bed with him on top and in between your legs. He was grinding himself against your heat, making it unbearable as you wanted to continue. 

"Okay as in you're mine and mine only, right?" He asked, kissing your neck once more, making you moan again. This time, you were sure Ran heard. 

"Okay!" You said a bit louder, trying to get him to settle down. 

"Glad we're on the same page now," Rindou said, getting off of you with his member poking through his grey sweat pants, "But you aren't going anywhere tonight. Once he goes to sleep, imma show you exactly who you belong to." 

You just sat there in pure amazement at this mans confidence. You knew what you were in for the following evening. 

[sweetm1lkbread]

[slttygeto]

don't be so reckless, don't break my heart —MITSUYA T.

synopsis: an argument with your childhood best friend leads to sweet confessions in the middle of the night.

tags: fluff, confessions, childhood best friend! mitsuya, fem!reader, arguments (so, angst if you squint a little), mentions of the reader being in a panicked state, mentions of mitsuya having injuries and bl00d all over him.

word count: 4,2k

note: thank you to the amazing @jean-kirsteins-real-gf for commissioning me! I enjoyed writing this piece a lot :) what a way to start the year! happy 2024 <3!!

Your first meeting with Mitsuya is a memory that is always present in the forefront of your head. It isn’t something that you could easily ignore or brush off, how such a sweet boy who was about your age had a baby to his chest and a kid younger than you both holding his hand so tightly you could see their knuckles turning white. What a rare sight it was, for a boy so young to guide his sister (after you heard her address him as big brother), the gentle tone to his voice, the carefulness when holding the baby to his chest—his kind gesture seals the deal for you.

Shy and scared as a shrinking violet, your teary eyes face away from the two boys who had pushed you off the swing. Young you was never able to speak her mind so bravely, so freely—yet you watch as Mitsuya—(a total stranger at the time), come to your rescue with a baby wrapped closely to him. It is ridiculous the way he fights and scares them off so easily. At first, they mock him for his soft features, for his lavender eyes and for the tiny human being latching onto him. Yet a single kick to one of the boys’ stomach is enough to send chills down your spine. That looks painful, you think.

As you wipe your eyes, you are finally able to look away from the bullies scurrying away with their tails tucked between their legs, facing your knight in shining armor. Your savior. What do you say in such situations? What do you do? You forget to stand up and dust yourself, only realizing your position when your neck starts to hurt from craning it to look up at your hero.

“Are you okay?” he presents a warm hand which you gladly hold, and he pulls you up with so much ease as you wipe away the excess tears on your cheeks. “I’ve seen them around here, never been nice to anyone.” He continues to talk and you continue to give silent nods as a response. At one point, he questions your ability to speak and your face heats up.

“I’m just…”

“Shy?” The slight to his head, the sweet smile—the crush you developed for the boy was all too expected with how nice he was to you.

As the years pass by, the friendship the two of you have developed turned into something that none of you could quite decipher—not that you wanted to. Strangely, you enjoyed the confusion that paints his friends’ faces as you walk up to him, scold him for missing lunch, for not answering your calls—and he doesn’t blush nor does he shy away from returning your hugs, even more passionately than the way you almost tackle him to the ground. His arms have grown stronger than when you were kids, and the way he smells has become so sweet…so intoxicating—you feel dizzy when you pull away from him, unable to look him in the eye for the next 30 seconds as you listen to whatever lame joke Draken has to say about the two of you.

Unbeknownst to you, the boy remembers the day he saw you as though it was yesterday as well. Pretty girl crying on the playground, heart thrumming in his chest when he saw the tears painting your face—he wasn’t in Toman at the time, wasn’t even a thing to begin with. He lies to himself and says that his brotherly instincts kick in when he saw you, that the protectiveness stems from the fact that he would’ve done the same if it were one of his two little sisters. Nevertheless, whatever he was telling his stubborn brain would not go through. He hears you sniffle and helps you up, gives you a tissue to clean yourself and even questions your ability to speak—when you part your lips, your soft voice is what seals the deal for him at the time.

At the time, developing a crush could be from something as simple as saying hi a bit too excitedly or in Mitsuya’s case, the way you had always been nice to other kids on the playground. You weren’t that talkative, but you played with kids on the swing, built sandcastles with them—until those two boys bullied you and the lavender boy knew he had to do something about it.

Watching you grow was a privilege. In Mitsuya’s eyes, having you was perfect. Knowing you, growing with you, embracing you in his arms—you’ve become more beautiful, your eyelashes brush over your cheeks when you blink and your lips pout instead of wobbling when you get sad. Your eyes still hold the same amount of warmth in them as that summer day he met you. You smell as sweet as a jasmine, handle his little sisters as though they are your own, delicate fingers brushing their hair, fixing their bangs, prepping their meals—you treat him and his family with something that feels so special but he would hate to be falsely reading between the lines.

Empathy and kindness have always been one of your traits, you put other people first and although Mitsuya loved it when someone realized just how much of an amazing human being you were, he hated seeing you get taken advantage of. So nice, so sweet—an angel.

You are present when Toman becomes a thing, celebrate alongside the first few members of the biker gang the birth of something so small yet so significant (with a future so big, nobody could ever foresee it). However, violence was never your thing. And so a frown sits heavy on your face whenever you see small scratches on Mitsuya’s face, remind yourself to scold him later for the bruise on his jaw—how would he explain it to his sisters? They’re probably worried sick about him!

“It’s me, can you open up?” it is a rainy summer night, your favorites. You are wearing light pajama pants and a tank top as you approach the entrance door with your heart beating in your throat. At around 11:32PM, soft knocks come to your door. You don’t move from the couch at first. Maybe they’ve mistaken the property for theirs.

Until a second round of knocks come in, and you hear the muffled voice and—wait, you know that voice! As you rush to undo the locks, nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the scene awaiting you.

Mitsuya Takashi was everything yet nothing—a leader, an older brother and a best friend, but when he comes to you so late at night with bruises and cuts all over his face—purple and red knuckles, the bones almost visible, he hisses at the feeling of the alcohol against his wounds. Tears welling up in his eyes, the sniffles--you realize how utterly small and vulnerable he is, sitting on your red couch with legs that would not rest. His limbs shake and his head hurts, you doubt that he has eaten anything all day and he watches as you sigh and rearrange the first aid kit before making your way to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” his voice sounds harsh, the softness to it no longer there after having yelled so much during yet another one of Toman’s fights. You give no response. You don’t need his apologies, you do not need words right now—however, starting a fight was the last thing on your mind, and clearly not what Mitsuya was able to handle in such state.

“It’s alright,” you say as you make your way back to where he was and place food in front of him. Hot and delicious, the smell alone is enough to make his mouth water and he digs in with no regard to his wounds—you hear him hiss as he pulls the chopsticks away from his lips and for the first time ever, you give a small chuckle.

Mitsuya smiles at this, a little relieved that you weren’t that mad at him. However, he sees the way you sit and face away from him, how your eyes trail longer on the uninteresting, empty road out there rather than his face. This was unlike you. You were never one to avoid eye contact with him, having openly admitted that you find solace in his lavender eyes and his gentle stare. Clearly, something was wrong.

“Are you angry with me?” It is not a surprise that the emotionally intelligent man was able to pick up on the subtle hints you’ve thrown his way about your sour mood, and you suck in your lips for a bit before finally mustering up the courage to face him. Your eyes are tired, a deep frown sitting heavy on your face and painting your features in a darker light than usual. One that has the wounded man’s heart breaking for a bit.

“Only worried,” you want to say more, Mitsuya fixing his posture to look at you encourages you to do so. “Do you have to do this?” you whisper the question so softly, so afraid that someone in the empty apartment beside Mitsuya would hear. You don’t know why you are so afraid of being heard, perhaps because you know you are overstepping into a territory that wasn’t yours—something you’ve never had the chance to experience—Toman, the community, the people in it. They all meant so much to the guy sitting next to you, wouldn’t it be insulting to ask him if he has to put his life on the line for them every time?

Upon hearing those words, a sigh leaves the guy’s lips and you feel like sinking into the couch. Conversing with Mitsuya was easy, it felt natural and smooth—why was this topic so anxiety inducing then?

“You’ve been there… you know, when it all started.” His words serve as a reminder of the day it all started, the joy on everyone’s faces when Mitsuya handed them the old Toman uniforms. You’ve seen it, how dedicated all of them were. You were understanding—but this was too much.

“I have but—Takashi, this is ridiculous,” you turn to face him and Mitsuya’s eyes flicker down to your pouty lips before staring back at your eyes. He hates seeing you so upset.

“I know, I know…” his hand slides towards your own and you feel electricity through your body when you feel his touch, the way his fingers interlace with yours and his thumb brushes over the skin of the back of your hand. “I just have to and plus, kinda needed that beating as warm up.”

“Huh?” you stare at him confused, pushing him to continue.

“Toman’s been involved in something a bit nasty,”

“But you guys are used to nasty, right?” there’s nervousness in your voice.

“Yeah but this is… This is next level,” when Mitsuya leans forward with his elbows on his knees, the serious look on his face almost sends you spiraling.

“Who?”

“Hm?”

“Who are you fighting?” You’re fighting off high levels of anxiety as he keeps you waiting for a few seconds before replying.

“Tenjiku.”

“Tenji—“ you choke on your spit, unable to finish your sentence out of pure shock. “Tenjiku! You are fighting Tenjiku? No, no no no—you’re not,” you’ve grown agitated at the mention of the name of the gang, and Mitsuya suddenly finds himself unable to calm you down as he normally can.

“Hey, it’s okay we’ve got this, we always do—“

“You always do?!” You repeat, before pointing at his state. “Look at you! You’re barely coming back in one piece, think you can fight Tenjiku?”

“Well excuse you, Toman is also very strong.” Takashi also gets up from the couch, your words having too much of an effect on the usually calm and collected man. As he watches you pace around the living room of your apartment, his hands find themselves in front of his body, reaching towards you in a futile attempt of getting you to calm or sit down. But to no avail. It seems as though the mention of such dangerously reputable biker gang sets you off, and the possibility of what might happen to the man if not careful enough sends you spiraling down faster with each short inhale you take.

“That’s—what? A thousand men against a hundred? Don’t be ridiculous Takashi.”

“How am I being ridiculous? You know Toman,” his eyebrows are furrowed and his body stops moving, indicating that your words were starting to get to him personally. “We are strong, we got this.”

“You always come back beaten up and bloody!” you half yell out exasperated. “You don’t got this if most of your body is black and blue by the time a fight is over!”

The tension in the room has grown so thick. It’s unusual given your somewhat stable friendship with the man. Slight disagreements happened here and there over things that you could easily brush off and say ‘yes, I was wrong and you were right,’ or simply ignore it and pretend it never happened. But as your voice gets louder, and you show more and more evidence of how upset you are, it’s clear as day that ‘slight’ wouldn’t describe the situation accurately. You were having a full blown argument with Mitsuya, and it still hasn’t sunk in yet.

Mitsuya can hear his heart beat in his chest, he feels his ears heating up with the amount of negative feelings he was experiencing towards this—towards you being so against Toman winning. Did you really not believe in him? Were you faking being supportive this entire time?

“You know I’m still going to go and fight alongside them, right?” The tone Takashi uses with you is so unusual that you feel your eyes brimming with tears straight away. Cold and indifferent, two things you never thought you could associate with how the man felt for you.

“Well don’t come to my place for me to clean you up. Find someone else.”

“I will.” He doesn’t wait for you to open the door for him, doesn’t say goodnight as he usually does. He doesn’t even slam the door as he leaves. He is cold and distant as he walks further and further away from you, from the argument. Reality sets in and the heavy weight of your words and reactions to his announcement come flashing back like a short movie made to embarrass you, make you feel guilty.

“Fuck.”

--

“Mitsuya! You’re distracted!” Another punch lands on the lavender hair’s jaw, sending him flying into the ground with a loud thud. Although his injuries aren’t as bad as half of Toman’s, his disorganized state is sending most of his division members into a panicked state. He was never like this.

“Ugh--!” Before he can stand up, he is being kicked repeatedly in the guts until blood spills out of his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to roll over and away from whoever’s attacking him to avoid another harsh blow to his body. He gets on one knee with an arm around his middle, protecting his injuries and he coughs out blood before letting his wobbly legs help him stand up straight.

“Shit—sorry,” his hand wipes at the blood on his lips. He gets into a fighting stance and immediately, the look in his eyes changes into something fiercer, more passionate. He hates that the argument with you is the only thing on his mind. Your words, your tone, even the way you haven’t reached out to him in a couple of days. He hates fighting with you, despises the fact that maybe you were right, and that Tenjiku are beating them up. But one glance at his division members—at Toman, it reminds him that the roars of victory when the fight ends, the tears of joy. The pain in his body could never compare to the happiness and satisfaction of being in this gang, his second family. However, he cannot wait for everything to be over, and for you two to make up.

--

The universe has a strange way of showing that two people are meant to be. As Mitsuya makes his way back to his apartment, several groans escape his lips as he drags his bloodied and beaten up body up the stairs. He preferred going to yours because there were less stairs but…It looks like it wasn’t an option now. As his hand twists the knob of his door, he is fully prepared to see a mortified baby sitter asking him what exactly had happened—but instead, he sees something else. Or rather someone.

Earlier that night, things were a bit messy for you. Feeling as though you have been punched repeatedly in the guts wasn’t an enjoyable feeling—the nausea amplified by your shallow breathing, your nostrils hurting from the harsh cold air and your throat dry as a desert as your body refuses to swallow, instead sending you into an anxious state as it forgets to let the oxygen into your lungs. You choke as you get away from the window and run to the kitchen to grab some water, you open the tap and let the cold liquid hit your wrists, calm your nerves. You lean against the sink with your elbows propped against the surface and your lips pathetically wobble as tears threaten to spill. You couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were glad that Luna and Mana had gone down to sleep easily, a short story about a princess that wandered around the forest, slipping down a mystery hole into a magical world which she ended up ruling had the girls’ eyes sparkle, yet the tiredness was visible as their under eyes darkened, eyelids heavy and before you knew it—tiny snores resonated through their shared room. You checked on them a couple of times throughout the night, and although the sight of them sleeping so soundly had you place a hand on your chest as muscle memory, your body wanting to show its relief—your brain was running a thousand miles per hour. Takashi—how was he? Would he even make it back? You feel as though you were a bit harsh with him when telling him that you wouldn’t treat his wounds—but his stubbornness, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

There is a crackling noise coming from the fireplace, and you know that the coldness of your body calls for warming up but—but not now, not when Mitsuya wasn’t back home yet, and it was already approaching three in the morning.

As strange as it may seem, the invisible thread connecting the two of you was tugging from both sides and you find yourself staring at the door knob before it starts twisting. When the door swings open and a bloody Mitsuya comes in sight, the first thing that leaves your lips is a defeated “oh” before your feet rush you to the first aid kit you had brought with you from your place.

“What…are you doing here?” Takashi is the first to break the silence as he limps towards the couch. You don’t answer, you gently place him on the cushions before cradling his face in your hands. He doesn’t like the look on your face, how your eyes are brimming with tears and your bottom lip wobbles before you look away to hide the fact that you were very close to bursting into tears.

“I was never going to come.” You admit, but it was obviously a lie. Not with the way you carefully unbutton his uniform top and hand him a bottle of water to keep him hydrated.

“I know,” his voice had gone low, almost ashamed to be in such position.

“Did you at least win?” You whisper as you open the kit and pull out cotton and some disinfectant for his wounds, a bandage for his for his arms and legs. His uniform was ripped, destroyed from being tossed to the ground repeatedly, but the proud smile on his face eases your worries a bit. You miss seeing his lips curl up like that.

“Toman never loses.”

The next few minutes go by in complete silence, with the occasional hiss and groans from the man being treated and your soft apologies. The living room is filled with something so intense, ready to snap at any given moment. When Takashi groans as you press at a certain spot between his ribs, you freeze and look up at him.

“You broke a bone?”

“I figured with how hard I was getting beaten,” he holds his side with a slight wince.

“Takashi…” said man looks down at you, and his eyes soften when he sees that the tears you once held in were finally spilling out. “You’re so reckless, I—you stress me out,” you try to wipe your tears away, but it seems useless. The more tears fall down, the less control you have over your sobs. You are on the verge of a full breakdown and the man sitting before you on the couch can’t help but reach his hands towards you to smooth your hair, push it out of your wet face.

“Hey…hey I’m fine, I’m sorry that I caused you this much stress I just—“

“I don’t wanna lose you,” you cut him off abruptly, moving your hands away from your face and letting him fully cradle your face. “I can’t imagine living without you, Taka,” before your lip could start wobbling again, Takashi’s thumb gently brushes over it and pulls it down.

“You won’t lose me,” he whispers, leaning down to your level. “Ever. I know I get beaten up very often, but I always come back in one piece, don’t I?”

“But what if something happens?” you’re finally letting your worries float to the surface openly. Rather than telling him not to fight like last time, you are now fully admitting that you were anxious about his absence, how much he means to you and how his well being affects your life. “What if—what if you lose, you die and I don’t have you in my life?”

“That wouldn’t be so horrible, hm? I do cause you a lot of stress apparently,” he tries to joke, lift up your mood but you shake your head almost harshly, hands grabbing his wrists.

“I need you with me, in my life. I need you next to me, I wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself, Taka,”

“All to yourself?” His thumb then brushes your cheek, up to your eyebrows before pushing your sweaty strands out of your face. “Sounds like you got something else to say, don’t you?”

His voice isn’t playful, but rather encouraging. His lavender eyes are filled with something so comforting yet so intense. For the first time ever, you feel nervous in his presence.

“That I love you. I’m in love with you, you don’t even know how horrible it feels when I have to treat your cuts and wounds and have to watch you be so careless about something that is so precious to me,” your hands let go of his wrists to cradle his face, mirroring his actions. He melts under your touch, nuzzling into the palm of your hands like a feline craving heat during winter.

“Lucky you, I’d love to have you all to myself too,”

“You do?”

“I do,” he nods and tilts your head up to stare at him. “I have wanted you all to myself for so long, it’s kind of ridiculous. That warm smile,” his other hand traces your lips. “Those gorgeous eyes,” he leans in and presses a kiss to your eyelids. “This pure soul,” his lips then press against your forehead, between your eyebrows. “I’ve wanted you to be all mine for so long, watched myself fall in love with you harder with every moment we spent together. My heart, my soul—they yearned for yours. For your eyes to only stare at me, for those lips to only smile at me—I love you.”

You feel your cheeks heating up with every word, every honeyed sentence leaving his lips like a sweet melody. You can’t bring yourself to say anything in return, not when looking at him seems so difficult, your eyes, chest and whole body feeling hot at the realization that he feels the same.

Takashi was in love with you.

“You made my confession seem so lame,” you break the silence with a sniffle, and your face heats up even more when he starts laughing at your embarrassed state.

“It wasn’t lame at all, my love, my heart is about to burst at your words,”

“Don’t—you’re so comfortable already!” You try to pull away from him when he uses such sweet pet names on you.

“I am the luckiest to be with my best friend, my baby,” he presses his lips against your cheeks with a grin, going in for another kiss when he feels your hot cheeks. “Of course I’d be comfortable.”

Falling for your best friend seemed like the worst possible outcome when you realized you were developing feelings for him, but when he was holding you with so much care and staring at you with such warm eyes—all those worries melted away against the palm of his hand, accepting the love he had for you with open arms and an open heart.

2024: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

‧ ₊˚ ୨୧ How would they act after you fought with the girl who flirted with them?

⋆ ۫ ⎘ ་ ⋆ H e a d c a n o n s !

⋆｡˚ 𝑭𝒕. Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Manjiro Sano, Takemichi Hanagaki, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba, Yuzuha Shiba and Akane Inui

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟷 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟸 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟹

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

"Fuck-" Baji would say as soon as he laid eyes on you slapping the girl, Keisuke would be somewhat surprised to see that he taught you how to fight properly, even so, he would soon go and get you off the girl.

"Stay calm, you're going to end up killing the girl because of me, love." He would say, laughing with concern while pulling you away from her, Baji wouldn't fight with you or much less give you a moral lesson, on the contrary, he would be somewhat proud.

"You're good at fighting, but I don't want to see my wife get into trouble, I'm enough, don't you think?" He would seriously say it when you and him were away from other people.

༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚ 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚

As soon as he saw you on top of that girl, Kazutora immediately went to get you out of the mess, but he gave you permission to still slap the girl a few times.

"That's enough, apparently, I led you astray, didn't I?" He would say pulling you away from the girl, Kazutora would be extremely pissed if you were hurt, so he made sure you were okay before giving you a "scolding".

"You don't need to go around beating up bitches, I'm yours, you know that. I don't want to see you hurt, are we understood or not?" Holding your face and fixing your hair, he would speak in a serious threatening tone.

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

It would take Mikey forever to realize that you were the one fighting, but when he did, he would immediately get you off the girl.

"My baby! You're going to end up killing her, come here, come." He would say laughing, pulling you away from the girl and checking if you were hurt.

"Is all this because of me? I didn't even know you were that strong." Manjiro wouldn't reproach you, he would just find the fact that you almost strangled a girl because of him funny, even so, he would ask you not to do things like that anymore, since you could have gotten hurt.

༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚

He would go into total despair, Takemichi wouldn't know if it was better to watch the fight or simply separate the two.

"Let go of her, love of my life, please." Takemichi would say, laughing nervously as he pulled you away from that girl, he would be somewhat happy to see two girls fighting because of him, despite that, Takemichi would be worried about your well-being.

"She hurt you? Don't do that again! Imagine if she had been stronger than you? You would end up all broken up like me." He would spend hours giving you a moral lesson and ask every minute if you were hurt or feeling bad.

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

The first thing Mitsuya would do would be to get you off the girl, even though it wouldn't be that easy a task.

"Calm down, you don't need to fight because of me." He would say in the calmest possible tone of voice while trying hard to get you away from the girl.

As soon as you were calmer, Mitsuya would teach you a huge moral lesson and he would certainly not approve of your attitude, he would be disappointed in you but at the same time he would understand your situation.

"Don't do that again, I don't want my girl in trouble, are we clear?" He would say hugging you, Mitsuya wouldn't be mad at you even if he wanted to.

༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚

Hakkai would probably be a little shocked to see you fighting with another girl because of him, but when he came to his senses, he would get you off the girl.

"Holy shit, I never thought you were so strong, you don't need to break the girl's face because of me, sweetheart." He would say, holding back his laughter and at the same time trying to speak seriously, Hakkai would be in such a state of shock that he wouldn't be able to assimilate things.

"Don't do something like that again, you could have gotten hurt, I worry about you." He wouldn't disapprove of your attitude, but Hakkai wouldn't want to see you fighting again, especially because of him.

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

Deep down, Yuzuha would be a little proud for having taught you how to fight, despite that fact, at the same time she would worry if you ended up getting hurt.

Yuzuha knows very well how to fend for herself, so she would scold you in a certain way, however, she wouldn't stop allowing you to cause a little chaos.

"That's my girl! But don't do anything like that again, I don't want you in trouble, in fact, you could have gotten hurt." The redhead would say in a tone of irony initially, but, she was serious about how worried she was and also didn't want that situation to occur again.

༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢༚༅༚˳ . ୨୧ . ˳༚༅༚

Akane is not the type of person who supports acts of violence or something, despite that, she was already tired of that girl hitting on her, so, on the one hand, she would be relieved to have you to protect her.

After the fight, Akane would take care of you and not scold you, the blonde would just ask you not to get involved in unnecessary mess anymore.

"You were very brave, but don't do that again! You could have hurt your hand because of that ridiculous girl." Hugging you, she would say gently, giving you a subtle laugh, praising you and at the same time giving you a little moral lesson.

[ryuseibutgayer]

guys hear me out

AM I ONTO SOMETHING????

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N::: I think @bakubunny gave me the idea for this - through no intention of her own. I read something she'd posted and was like "Oh HUH!" and here we are. So, thanks, Bunny. I've said this before, inadvertent inspo is a favorite of mine.

(initially this was going to be called How They Destroy Your Thigh Highs but my dumb ass didn't write about thigh highs for Ran. Sorry.)

C/W ::: Mitsuya going against his entire nature and Ran being a cheeky little bastard. Sex, finger fucking in public ... other shit.

MDNI after the cut. Please and thank you.

♥How They Destroy You In Their Own Sweet Way♥ 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ::: 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

ᆞMitsuyaᆞ

𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑.

"'𝚂𝚞𝚢𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌'𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 - 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝-𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.

"𝚂'𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 … 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢." 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝. "𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚑𝚘𝚝."

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑���� 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ��𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.

"𝙵𝚞𝚑- 𝚜' … 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚋𝚊- 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!"

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜…" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢.

"𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚘𝚘."

ᆞRanᆞ

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚕.

𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

"𝙻𝚎𝚝 '𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 '𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝."

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 100% 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍.

"𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 … 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 … 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍-𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛. "𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.

"𝙰𝚑-𝚑𝚊𝚑 … 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗'-" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍, 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, "𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛."

@kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo @viburnt @southside-otaku @trevengersprincess @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel

[sinfulpanda16]

Tokyo Rev Boys on Valentines Day

Mikey, Takemitchi, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji x fem reader

Takemitchi 💛

Usually you'd be the one spoiling him with hugs, kisses, and gifts. You both love each other so much but Takemitchi feels like he loves you more than you love him so he decided today he was gonna show you how much he loves you.

So that morning he showed up to your door holding your favorite flowers, some snacks, a huge teddy bear, and lots of candy.

"Hey love. Happy Valentines Day." he says with a gummy smile. His cheeks were red, he's never done anything like this before, so he was a little nervous about your reaction.

For you though was the other way around. No one has ever done this for you, so you were really shocked but nevertheless you loved it.

"Taki, you got this all for me?" you ask. You're blushing quite a bit. This really does mean a lot to you and because no one has ever shown you this amount of love, you worried it might not actually be for you.

Takemitchi grunts, "Yes babe but can we go inside? It's all so heavy." You chuckle and let him in. You take him to your room where he puts all your gifts on your bed and before anything else can happen, you pounce into him attacking him with kisses.

You guys land on the bed and he's laughing from feeling ticklish. A playful moment between the two of you and then he goes to kiss your head, "I love you (Y/n). More than words can express." he says with a soft smile.

You return him a soft smile, "I love you too." and for the rest of the day you guys hung out in your room eating all the snacks and candy.

Mikey 💓

He would buy you a ring. He was never much about showing affection but today is an exception. You make him incredibly happy, it's a feeling he hasn't experienced since he was a young boy and meeting you made him realize that life isn't all trash.

You two come home from a date night at a restaurant. You really liked it but that wasn't Mikeys gift for you. As soon as he closed the front door behind him he picks you bridal style. Surprised you squeal and your lips meet his. He takes you upstairs were he sits you on the bed.

"Baby what's up with you?" you giggle.

He smiles softly "I got you something. It's really important."

You watch him pull out a ring, you admire it. It's beautiful and you can see an engraving in it that reads 'Yours Always'. He begins talking, "My love, this entire time you've been with me you've shown me that there can be light in my world. Before you my life has been full of darkness and negativity and I genuinely thought that there was no such thing as good." he smirks, "At least until I've met you. You're the only one that makes me truly happy and I'm so glad I fell in love with you."

You watch him get on his knee and grab your hand, "So know that I belong to you because if it were anyone else, I would still be living in full violence." He puts the ring on you and then kisses it "I love you sweetheart. Thank you."

A few tears escaped but they were happy tears. Thats all you wanted, to make your boyfriend happy. You wrap your arms around him and pull him onto you on the bed.

Draken ❤️‍🔥

He's been teaching how to ride on a motorcycle and now that you've gotten good he bought your very own bike. He couldn't have been prouder of his baby.

After spending a whole day together and gifting you chocolates and a teddy you say your gonna turn in for bed but he holds your hand to keep you from leaving.

"I have one more gift for you." he says smiling softly.

He takes you outside where you find a (f/c) motorcycle with a red ribbon on it. You gasp and ask him, "Baby is that mine?" and when he tells you yes you jump into his arms, peppering him with kisses everywhere.

You tease him, "You didn't steal it did you?"

"No I didn't steal it. I'm not that kind of guy." he says a bit irked.

You laugh and kiss his cheek, "Alright I believe you for now."

He chuckles, "So, wanna take it for a ride?" he asks with a smirk.

You nod your head eagerly and that's how you spent the last minutes of Valentines Day. Speeding down the empty highway with your lover under the starry sky.

Mitsuya 💜

He's always liked Valentine's day. Even when he was single he liked the love in the air, but now he has you to spoil on this day.

Ofc the first thing you wake up to is breakfast in bed where you'll both eat together. He will occasionally feed you and he will ask you want to do today. If you say you want to walk at the park, go to the beach, get a puppy, or go to the moon he will do it. He doesn't care he's at your service today. Even if you don't want to do anything he will still let you know how much you mean to him. If you don't to do any of the chores he will do them himself.

You decided you want to go to a cat cafe so you both get ready and head to the cat cafe.

He opens the door for you to go inside and tells you to sit at a table while he orders his and your drink for you. When he came back with your drink he got you some heart shaped cookies. You swear he can be so cute sometimes. You chat and laugh with him while playing with the cute cats.

This date has been so cute and fluffy you wanted to never forget it so you two asked a kind barista to take a picture of you guys and since then you both had that picture as your wallpaper.

Baji ❤️‍🩹

He never gave a fuck about this holiday, for the longest time he thought it was stupid. However now he has you and there something he wants to get you.

It was 3 am and he dragged you along with him to commit a back alleyway. "Baji what the hell are we doing here?" you ask clearly displeased with him.

He puts a finger on your lips and tells, "Hush baby we don't want to get caught now." Had this been during the day you would've just left, but this alleyway in the dark looks so dangerous.

He manages to unlock the door to the store he's trying to break and heads inside pulling you close to him. You both go deeper and thats when you realize you broke into a pet store.

A few days back you saw this really cute kitten with Baji and you really wanted to adopt her. However you learned just how expensive she is and had to leave her. Those past few days you've been sulking over her and Baji was getting tired of it so he decided he would help you steal it lol.

With his ski mask he grabs the kitten and hands her to you. "Alright baby lets go." he says heading straight towards the back door to his bike, you following behind him and then speed off.

When you two make it back home you lecture him saying he shouldn't steal and what not but you also love him for going that far for you. You kiss him on his cheek and he smirks, "Yeah yeah I love you too."

[firstdivisiongirl]

Day 17: Mitsuya x Reader: I Thought You Were Going Home for Christmas?

For @sadjackie!

Mitsuya and you met at London Fashion Week.  You were a model and he was of course a designer.  He treated you very nicely any time you two met.  You were hoping he was going to be able to spend Christmas with you and your family in London, but he couldn't. He was going back home to spend it with his mom and sisters.  You couldn’t go with him to meet them sadly.  You had just started modeling, so you didn’t have a ton of money.   You did drive him to the airport though to say goodby, “I guess I’ll see you after new years,” you said, looking down at the ground.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll call you every day.  I promise it won’t be that long.  I love you.”

He headed off to the terminal to catch his flight.  You headed home with tears in your eyes.

The snow outside was falling like crazy.  You couldn’t even see anything besides white from outside your window.  You grabbed yourself a mug of hot chocolate and sat in the plush chair next to your Christmas tree ready to watch a movie.  Suddenly you heard a knock on your door.  Who the hell is stupid enough to be out in this weather, you thought.  When you opened the front door, you were shocked to say the least.  It was Mitsuya.

“Taka, I thought you were going home for Christmas,” you asked, still in disbelief.

“I was about to get on that flight, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on that plane.  I wanted to be with you for Christmas.  That’s all I want this year,” he confessed, shivering from the freezing temperatures outside.

“What about your…”

“I called them.  They said it’s fine.  All they asked is that you come with me next year.  Now…can I come in?  It’s freezing out here.”  You let him inside and got him an extra set of clothes, a blanket and a cup of hot cocoa.  You felt like you were in your own little Christmas movie.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Reaction to your inner thug coming out Tokyo Revengers Edition: Part 1

Reaction to your inner thug coming out Tokyo Revengers Edition: Part 1Characters: Draken, Mikey, Hanam, Mistuya, and Kisaki A/N: inspired by a video I saw online by @josselinsoltero, and I thought this would be a perfect idea to do with these lovely men! I will be doing more soon like Ran, RIn, Kazutora, Baji and more! :DTW: language, suggestive theme (with Hanma teehe c:) Reblogs are appreciated!

Your boyfriend parked the car, getting ready to go to the party he stopped you at the front door. You were usually sweet as pie when meeting people and having fun, that's all you wanted to do. But then there were times when you were not so sweet with people and it was usually when people for some odd reason didn’t like you. It could have been their way to intimidate you but you were never going to back down from anyone and your boyfriend knew that. It has happened on a few occasions already. He liked when you stood up for yourself, but sometimes it was hard to control you.  He looked over at you then he asked “_____ what do we say when someone provokes us?” he asked, waiting for your response. Looking up at him in a more confident voice “If you gonna talk about it, be about bitch run yo hands.”

Draken

“No…” He was preparing for that answer when you responded to him.  You gave him a pout looking up at him. Of course, if something went down he has no problem stepping in knowing that the other person signed their death wish. But this was a party for you guys to enjoy this time without needing any altercations. “We are not going to fight anyone today babe.” he crossed his arms at you. The pout didn’t leave your face “Ya know that pout was cute at first but not anymore. Can you do it for me?” he asked. Letting a low sigh you agreed. Once you agreed he pressed his lips against your forehead “Thank you.” he gave a small smile. 

Mikey

“It won’t need to come to that, trust me.” he patted your head, giving you a smile. Just the pure energy Mikey had people knew better not mess with you or him. If it's someone new and they try to act up it wouldn’t take Mikey long to drop them. He wouldn’t let you stoop to someone's low level because they weren’t happy with themselves. The smile made you weak to your knees. He reached for your hands and you bothered to enter the party. “Let’s have fun tonight okay?” 

Hanma

The corner of his mouth curled up ‘fuck yes babe’ he thought to himself. A man who loves seeing you ready to battle and hold your ground. One of the main reasons he was attracted to you. “You do make me proud” His long slender finger raised your chin leaning in he gave you a peck on the lips.  He was becoming turned on thinking how feisty you can get when people provoke you, “You know we have a few mins before we make our entrance. Let's head back to the car for a moment. You deserve a little treat~~~~.” 

Mitsuya

He gave a weary smile cupping your cheeks and kissing the tip of your nose “There's no need to engage in people's childish behaviors sweetheart.”  The soothing voice of Mitsuya always puts you in a great mood. He had a lot of patience for you and he was pretty proud the last few times you didn’t engage with people's behavior. The outfit you were wearing was made by him and you were so excited to wear it at the party, he knew you would be upset if you ruined it. He admired you for a moment that the same look would make you blush like crazy “Sorry for staring you still take my breath away even after years of being together....I want to see you have fun and enjoy yourself." he gave you a smile. With those sweet words, you couldn't help but only feel like you were on cloud 9 at the party.

Kisaki

There were going to be some important people at this party and he didn’t want this ruined. “We are not doing this not today _____…” he spoke in a serious tone which he did mean his words. You looked away and as you did you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh. You felt his hand reach for your chin turning you to him as he spoke “Understand?” He brought his head closer. You had to be on your best behavior and you nodded as you stared into his eyes.. “Glad that is settled.... well then shall we?” He knew he had to tame this now before entering the party. If there were any types of words spoken about you and he got words for them at the party. That person would end up missing by the end of the night.

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[ninupi]

patched up | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, mitsuya calls reader a tough girl lol, mentions of blood, mentions of a knife, mentions of stitches, reader shedding a few tears, lots of teasing if i forgot anything just lmk!

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 1600+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; just thinking about mitsuya having a crush on the cooking club president two classroom doors down from his club lol

"You should try going from underneath, you won't poke your fingers as much and it'll be a cleaner stitch...see?" mitsuya then turns to the first year girl staring intensely at his hands waiting for her to say something.

She then looks up at him a bit flustered "oh y-yeah I see, thank you" she mutters taking her piece back from him. Mitsuya watches over her for a few moments softly nodding to himself when he notices her stitches looking much cleaner.

He takes a quick once over of the clubroom to see if anyone needs help with anything but before he can ask anyone if they need help, the rooms door slides open with a loud bang. He looks over to see a first year girl he doesn't recognize looking a bit shocked.

"Can I help you?" he questions walking towards her while she looks around "Y-yeah do you- do you know? Where is mitsuya?" she questioned although she doesn't know who or what she's asking for "Thats me, what do you need?"

She gives him a weird look before stepping into the classroom "Can I have your first aid kit? Do you have a first aid kit?" she questions looking around for said item "Yeah, but what do you need it for? What club are you even from?" mitsuya questions getting a bit annoyed at her intrusion.

"I’m from the cooking club, y/n, do you know y/n? She cut herself with a knife pretty bad, there's blood everywhere. And our first aid kit is missing, we can't find it." she sighs out in annoyance at mitsuya’s lack of movement.

He doesn't say anything to her when he goes into the supply closet reaching for the kit "Oh thank you- you guys just keep working on your stitching i’ll be back in a little bit. Come get me if you need help with anything Yasuda."

Mitsuya then walks out of the classroom with the first year following behind him "Y-you could've just given me the kit, you don't have to come" she rambles nearly tripping over her feet. "You said she's bleeding a lot, what if she needs stitches?"

He obviously wouldn't be the one to stitch her up but he also didn't want to admit he just wanted to make sure you were alright. "You think she'll need stitches?" She exclaims while they walk into the room, mitsuya immediately knows where you are based off the group of people surrounding you.

"Ok guys excuse me, are you alright y/n?" you look up at mitsuya with wide eyes and a towel pressed into your palm, which is covered in blood. "M-mitsuya what are you- what are you doing here? I just told you to ask him for his first aid kit, you don't have to help its ok."

He completely ignores you while grabbing a stool to sit on and help you. “It’s fine, plus I wanted to make sure I got my first aid kit back" he teases eyeing the nervous year in the corner who just looks away embarrassed and slightly annoyed.

"I would've made sure to return it, but thank you" you mutter holding out your shaky hand to mitsuya, he gently grabs it while starting to removing the towel. The first time you flinch he immediately stops and looks up at you.

"S-sorry it tugged on something" you explain while scooting closer to him while anxiously bouncing your leg, which mitsuya takes note of the few drops of blood on it. Maybe you do need stitches he thinks to himself while removing the towel off your hand fully.

Looking at your hand he can't really see how deep the cut is with all the dried blood on it "Where did you cut yourself?" he mutters moving your hand around gently trying to get a better look "My palm, I wasn't paying attention and trying to cut that onion..."

He then looks at your station and sees a half cut onion covered in blood along with a way too big knife "That's a big knife don't you think?" he laughs looking back towards you.

"I said I wasn't paying attention" you sigh with an eye roll "You have to set a better example to your peers miss president" he jokes nodding his head to the other students in the room, some of which are still huddled around the two of you.

"Alright I'm going to need you guys to give me some space please..." mitsuya softly laughs leading you to your stations sink "Yeah guys just go back to your stations and finish cutting your vegetables" you wave them off with your uncut hand.

"And dont use overly big knives" You softly smack mituyas arm at his small jab while he laughs holding your hand, which doesnt seem to be bleeding anymore, over the sink. He turns the water on holding his hand under it waiting for it to get a bit warm.

And when its at a good temperature he turns to you with a frown "Ok these next few parts are going to suck" he warns while you take in a deep breath and nod knowing what's coming next. After another minute you turn to him with a soft nod.

He then leads your hand underneath the lukewarm water softly rubbing away the dried blood and when you try you pull your arm away he holds on tighter "almost done, sorry" he just continues when you dont say anything.

"Ok...all done" he sighs shutting off the water now able to see the actual cut "Good news is, you dont need stitches, it’s not that deep. Just a long cut" he explains while shaking his hands dry and reaching for the first aid kit.

"Thank god, all that blood scared me" you sigh looking at your palm poking around the cut "Stop that, I need to clean it now" he scolds grabbing your hand again this time with a bottle of alcohol in the other "You just cleaned it!" you exclaimed pulling you hand free from his grasp holding it close to your chest.

He stares at you a bit wide eyed then laughs "I rinsed it, now I need to clean it so it doesn't get infected or anything" he explains holding out his hand waiting for you "But that's going to hurt" you whine nodding towards the bottle of alcohol.

"I did say that these next few parts were going to suck" he says with a small smile, you can only sigh in defeat giving him your hand. He feels you anxiously stepping back and fourth while he opens the bottle "Don't move, the quicker I do this the faster its over"

And just as he's about to pour it over your cut you rip your hand away "S-sorry! but you have to count down, you can't just do that!" you whine slightly jumping in place shaking your good hand.

He rolls his eyes grabbing your hand again "Ok 1 2...3" and then you feel the cold liquid being poured over your hand "Oh it's not that-oh my god" You whimper once it finally starts to burn and you rest your head on mitsuya’s back.

"You ok?" he mutters trying to take a peek at you from over his shoulder "I think I'm going to pass out" you whisper resting more of your weight on him. "Actually?" he panics turning to grab you "N-no but that was so much worse then I could've expected" you mutter immediately taking a seat at the stool while tears prick at your eyes.

Mitsuya watches as you try to blink back tears while leaning against the counter "It’s ok to cry, the worst part is over at least" he sighs while grabbing some gauze from the first aid kit "I’m not crying, my eyes just teared up a bit..."

When you look up at him he's giving you an unimpressed look "alright tough girl, give me your hand and then we're done" mitsuya clicks his tongue in annoyance when you let out a big sigh and slap you hand into his.

"I could just leave you to finish it if you want" he warns even as he starts to wrap your hand "I’m just kidding, don’t do that I won't be able to wrap it properly" you whine softly nudging him with your knee which he reciprocates shortly after.

"Look at that, all nice and clean" he smiles squeezing your wrist gently while looking up at you "Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this. I could’ve just had one of them help me" you sigh nodding towards your friends who are silently watching the two of you.

"I wanted to make sure it was done properly, it’s no problem" he shrugs while throwing away the bloodied towel and other things "Well thank you, I appreciate it" you smile shooing him away from you station to stop him from cleaning it all.

"Well i'll see you later...don't use such a big knife next time" he jokes walking towards the door "Yeah, noted" you groan throwing the blood covered onion in the trash "That goes for you guys too, and find your first aid kit!" he calls out pointing towards the first year who came to get him.

"He's just teasing Yamai, ignore him" You smile to yourself when she throws her hands up in confusion "If he's going to patch me up maybe ill knick my finger or something..." you hear a second year girl whisper to her partner while giggling.

"He's not going to come patch you up, he only came because it was y/n" your friend explains causing the two girls to blush softly "That’s not true, i'm sure he'd help..." you mutter secretly knowing she's right, he only came because it was you. The thought makes you smile a bit while you throw your cutting board in the sink.

[zerokurokawa]

hi, i love your works, they are amazing! i don't know if you accept any requests, but if you don't mind could you write a one shot with Baji x reader, where they are 12-13(maybe before boys formed toman or just formed), she can be his friend, classmate, tutor, neighbour, Emma's friend, whatever your prefer, and Baji is so in love with her that everybody can see it and reader also and his friends tease him

Young Love | Baji x Reader

You were twelve and he was thirteen when he first saw you at Mikey's family dojo. From then, you swore he couldn't keep his eyes off you while you were hanging with Emma, his best friend's little sister.

"Why do you keep staring at y/n?" Mikey asked, as he drew his foot up for another kick.

"I don't know, really." Baji said, kind of irritated that Mikey caught him staring at you.

You all decided that once the session was over for the day, to go get something to eat. Emma invited you to tag along and so you did. The only issue was, who were you going to ride with?

"You can ride with me, y/n," Baji spoke up as he handed you his only helmet, "but holding on to the strap isn't safe so you should hold on to me instead." He smiled with his bright eyes and fangs showing.

You didn't say much, as you were nervous to be riding with him to begin with. You got on the back of his bike and he took off, trying not to scare you but to impress you at the same time.

Weeks had passed and Baji and had felt every need to keep hanging around you. He would constantly find excuses for Emma to invite you over and have you tag along with all of the guys.

"Emma, Draken is just going to ignore you, so why don't you invite y/n to come along so you won't be alone?" He would say, hoping Emma would pull out her phone and put you on speaker so he could talk to you.

"Are you sure you're not wanting me to invite her solely because YOU want to hangout with her?" Mikey would tease him, ruffling his hair. Baji would blush and shove him off, saying he just thought you were cool and wanted you to be apart of the group.

"Yeah, rightttttttt." Draken would let out a husky laugh as Baji continued to blush at his antics. Soon enough, you arrived and Baji was overwhelmed with excitement; it was surely showing through his toothy grin.

You all hung out for the entire day with Baji clinging to your side like a lost puppy. Even while at the arcade, he insisted that you two play games together, even the one armed arm wrestling one. He tried to win a big stuffed animal for you, but soon ran out of money.

At the end of the day, he finally got the nerve to ask for your phone number, but not though you, he asked for it through Emma. Emma reluctantly gave him your number so that way he could call and text you to hangout on his own time.

"Come on Emma, stop. I just like her cause she's cool!" He beckoned at Emma's teasing gestures as she would giggle and call him a love sick puppy.

"Yeah Emma, don't discourage our poor Baji from being in loveeeee." Mikey would perk up and join in the teasing.

Baji's face was completely red after this incident, but you still received a call from an unknown number later that night. Of course, you decided to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Uh, Hi, this is Baji… I uh, got your number from Emma and was wondering if you wanted to hangout tomorrow after school?" He finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Sure! I'd love to!" You smiled through the phone.

Hanging out with him after school and on the weekends was always the best times. He would take you to eat, to the arcade, to the beach, and on random bike rides around the city. He really tried his best to behave in order not to scare you. Of course, you knew that Baji liked you, yet you decided to keep the teasing at a minimum since you liked him too.

Thus, beginning your relationship with a young, bashful Baji Keisuke.

(A/N: I hope you enjoy!!! :))

[sahrii]

You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷

contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….

requests: open

a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33

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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.

“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.

My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.

I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.

11 missed calls from taka <3

“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.

Did he die? Did something happen to him?

I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.

“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.

“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.

“Babe?” I ask

“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.

“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”

“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.

“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.

“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.

“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.

“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”

“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!

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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.

I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.

“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.

“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.

“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.

I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”

“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”

“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.

I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.

“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.

“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.

“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”

“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.

“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”

And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.

“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.

“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.

“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.

He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.

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[naboman]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

synopsis: The tale in which the honorable and once contemptible secretary of the student council ends up getting more involved than she would like with the respectful Mitsuya Takashi. But there's just one problem—he is part of the group of people the girl detests the most.

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi + Fem!Reader.

Genders: Drama and tragedy, Angst, Comedy, Romeu and Juliet trope, (Predominantly) enemy to lovers.

Start Point [Next]

"Have you heard? There's a guy looking for [Name]-Senpai!"

Three days. It had been exactly three days of hearing the same whispers through the school corridors, punishing her with indiscreet glances and barely suppressed suggestive tones. She felt flattered by this sudden wave of popularity that covered her like the cloak of a king - beautiful and relentless. However, the crown of her reign was starting to weigh on her head like lead.

Anyway, [Name] had no idea who this person was or what they wanted, and as much as it bothered her, she was far from taking any initiative to confront the situation.

She took the last sip of the orange juice from the tiny carton, promptly tossing the juice box into the trash can next to the table. The school was a war zone - club assistants coming and going at an absurd speed, even though she had made it clear that they should consult their respective advisers. But it wouldn't be a mere misunderstanding or more than one that would stop her from continuing with what she was doing. In no way, she continued cleaning the camera lens. The Nikon D3100 also known as the 'Starting Point for Imminent Discord' - a loving nickname given by some kind members of the Student Council.

Speaking of the Student Council… The Counselors' room generously offered its valuable space to store some of the materials crucial for the school newspaper - needless to say, most were against the idea, but given the situation the journalism club was in, all that remained was to accept without hesitation.

Point for the Journalism Club. (Yeah!)

However, unforeseen events could not be avoided. That being said...

"What the hell are these boxes doing in here?!" The strident voice crossed the room seconds after the door was opened, unfortunately, she knew the owner of the voice well enough to know that he wouldn't be pleased with the news. He already wasn't, apparently.

"Oh, Yuuma!" she greeted with a false air of friendliness, which didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who furrowed his eyebrows. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"These boxes weren't here earlier today, what happened? No one informed me in advance."

"Look at that coincidence; I can relate quite well to your mood," she replied without looking away from what she was doing, but felt the annoyance manifesting on her colleague's face within seconds. "My freshmen informed me that the table we received arrived today, and we need to remove our materials from the club room. Isn't it hilarious?"

"And who's going to sort this out? You can't just leave this lying around without a plan!" he said as he navigated between the boxes, as if treading on a floor made of glass.

"Don't despair; some of my assistants will come later to sort this out," she shrugged.

"Okay, and what about you?"

"Me? What about me?" she blinked repeatedly, feigning innocence.

"Don't you have your own pending commitments, [Name]?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, then shifted her gaze to the camera in her hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?" he laughed sarcastically. "Because there are some well-informed girls outside looking for you. You should talk to them to refresh your memory."

'Every day is a lousy day to be in the student council'. She sighed.

"Tell them I had to leave, or... I don't know, make up something else. I'm busy," she finally said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and a yawn.

The guy felt a vein popping seeing the girl's nonchalance, but it quickly passed - much to [Name]'s surprise - and he soon returned to the door with his warmest smile.

"Of course she came!" [Name] widened her eyes, leaving her comfortable seat to press her fingertips into the arms of the well-padded chair. "Sorry for the delay, just a second."

He hissed a "Come here now!" with a nod and a scowl on his face. Frowning, she reluctantly snapped her camera shut and stowed it back in her bag, heading to the door with quick steps, hands tucked into the pockets of her college jacket. With her sweetest honey-eater smile, she declared:

"Contact the president, he knows what to do and can provide a copy of the notice board if you're interested," she warned, even before allowing the girls to take the initiative. Catching them off guard with her excessive, almost suffocating friendliness, she continued, "I can schedule a time or even—"

"No, it's not that!" Her harmonious smile felt a hiccup with the interruption. "We're looking for the chief editor, Kawaguchi [Name]-senpai!"

The short girl with glasses waved repeatedly, carried away by nervousness, while her short-haired companion nodded and patted her shoulder as encouragement.

"Yes, yes, we need to talk to you about the retrospective fair. We already have an idea to document the club events!" the short-haired one said, proud and exuding confidence.

"Retrospective fair...?" she pondered, scratching her neck in search of an answer. Then, an embarrassing memory about the club's proposal to the council for an event to conclude another school year by documenting extracurricular activities came to mind. This proposal seemed intentionally shooting oneself in the foot, aware of the consequences. "Oh, yes, I remember that well. You could have contacted the other secretary."

"We came to you because you're the chief editor. Is there anyone who understands your project better than you?" she asked.

'A valid point, but let's ignore that for now just to mask my disinterest,' she thought.

"And also..." the girl with glasses began quietly, "we want you to confirm our idea to make sure it won't be plagiarized or something. I-I'm not accusing any other club; I just..."

"I think I understand what you're trying to say," she waved her hand calmly, calming the exasperated girl. With not much else to do, she glanced briefly back at the table inside the room, only to have the displeasure of finding Yuuma comfortably leaning on one of the chairs, helping himself to a disposable cup of coffee. What a nerve!

She internally sighed, finding it hard to maintain the facade of a good Samaritan near the freshmen for such a significant amount of time.

She cleared her throat, dispelling the reveries and the bitter voice that had been stuck in her throat.

"I'm a bit busy taking care of some things right now. If you don't mind... Can you ask your representative to meet me during the last periods of class?" she asked, gentle but firm, with the patience of a saint. "I have a hectic routine, and I don't have the whole day." She pretended, but it didn't take long for her to resume her usual tone, with a suspicious itch in her mind. "By the way, who is your representative?"

"He's the leader of the Home Economics Club!" the short-haired one replied almost immediately.

"Alright, I think that information will be enough," she smiled, pleased with the information. 'Let's see, my good sir, what kind of person you'll be?' she thought in a mischievous tone. The smile might have gone unnoticed by the girls, but the way her lips curved suspiciously amused didn't escape the notice of the veteran still in the room. "Well, now I'll be finished my works. It was nice talking to you."

"Thank you, [Name]-Senpai!" they said their goodbyes with waves and wide, warm, and enthusiastic smiles.

"Bye-bye~" she said slowly, with a low wave, then disappeared with the loud bang of the door as the two freshmen walked away in the long school corridor. "Well, back to what matters..."

"What do you think you're doing? You have work to do!"

He watched incredulously as the girl circled the table completely devoid of her previous persona. If he didn't know her habits, would never believe she was the same person from a few seconds ago.

"Okay, and so what?" she asked, dismissing it.

"You can't just wander around like this!" he complained, frustrated with the secretary's indifference.

"I'll send someone in my place," she said, glancing away to the disorganized papers outside the folder, picking them up one by one. "Besides, it's not even your problem. I don't know why you bother so much."

"I don't want you tarnishing our reputation," he replied bluntly, pouring more coffee into his cup. "I work hard to give the impression that I do anything, unlike someone like you."

"Why all this disdain in your voice?" she suppressed a humorless laugh with the back of her hand.

"Even so!" he quickly changed the subject. "You don't even know what he wants. You can't just send someone in your place, or it'll be an endless game of indirect messages!"

"The messenger boys are precisely for that. I don't mind sending my assistant if necessary," she shrugged, impassive. "And we can always resort to bribery. Or blackmail."

"What a great example you set. If all honor students were like you, schools would be a perfect illustration of how the Cold War happened," he retorted.

"Come on, don't you have anything better to do?" she raised an eyebrow, annoyed.

"Besides scolding you? No."

"If that's the case, you could go in my place, since you're so idle," she prodded.

"No way."

"Really? What kind of honor student are you?" she asked, feigning hurt.

"Get real."

She grumbled discontentedly, almost offended, as she sighed in deep resignation.

"So, I'm out."

"Wait, are you serious?"

He looked at her in disbelief, but the girl maintained a serious expression focused on the materials she was storing in her bag. Almost professional - Yuuma dared to say.

"Meanwhile, wait. Some of my freshmen will come to clean up this mess," she said calmly and steadily, unlike her usual self. He knew her personality was challenging, but even the few times he saw her like this, he knew she was putting effort into with something in mind. "I'll talk to Mizushima; he needed to edit the material."

And she left, giving one last look at the guy in the room, Yuuma, he was shocked and wide-eyed like saucers.

'Your coffee is getting cold.' She said and indeed, the coffee had been cold for a while.

Almost 4:30 PM. Most students were putting away their shoes and belongings, ready to head out, finding their groups of friends for a leisurely walk home. However, [Name] was reviewing her homework, oblivious to the hurried steps and the commotion outside the school.

A waste of time and energy. Just carefree people spending their youth on fruitless things.

"Aren't you going home, [Name]? You're usually one of the first to leave," the vice-president asked, her gaze somewhat concerned as she rubbed her forearm, apprehensive.

It was noticeable that her side bag hung on her shoulder, and the usual animal-themed folder from some TV program was absent from the grip of her arms. She was leaving too.

"Sorry to be insinuating, Suzume, but... was that a criticism?" she asked, giving her a suggestive, meticulous look.

"No, not at all! I just thought something might be wrong," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to her shoes. Disconcerted.

'Spare me your concern - your pity'. She almost rolled her eyes. 'I don't need this.'

"No, it's okay," she sighed, lowering her eyes to the newly completely filled sheet. "I promised to wait for someone here after class, but I'll lock the door when I leave, if that's what worries you."

"That's a relief, thank you!" she said, clasping her hands, releasing a sigh filled with laziness and serenity. "Since everything is fine, I'll be going. See you tomorrow!"

She waved enthusiastically, leaving and closing the door slowly. She mimicked the gesture but lacked the Suzume's enthusiasm.

The room lacked its absolute silence when a faint knock sounded, several minutes after the vice-president left. Lazily, she murmured a "come in" the sound of her voice as she uttered the word was so low and weak that it would have been a frivolous action if not for the silence - disturbing.

Soon, the sound of the door slowly opening filled the quiet atmosphere. Not that she would openly comment on it, but for God's sake, someone urgently needed to put some lubricating oil on that door! That screeching noise was ear-piercing. Setting aside the thought, she raised her eyes from the homework notebook. Shamelessly giving a good look at the person - read: 'Troublemaker' - in an attempt to find out more about that... extravagant figure from the neighborhood.

'Eyebrow cuts and an earring... Let me guess, you have a tattoo? If so, where? - Maybe I can report him to the administration for breaking some dress code.' She thought to herself.

"You can sit there if you want," she indicated the front chair, adjusting her posture in the seat.

"No, thank you. I don't plan on taking much of your time," he politely declined, a small smile forming on his lips, convincing. "But I appreciate the gesture."

Muttered a prolonged "Hmm," almost judgmental. But she corrected that attitude with a light and casual smile.

"All right, let's get going then," she whistled in understanding, pulling out some newly acquired papers from the folder that until recently was an irrelevant item on the table. 'Here's my trump card.' "Takashi Mitsuya-san, correct?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw him raise his eyebrows - or what was left of them - in surprise. Without giving any cues to the subject, she continued:

"The leader of the Home Economics Club, and..." she put her index finger on her lips, making a dramatic and unnecessary pause.

"Did the girls tell you that?" he asked intrigued, but [Name] noticed how his shoulders relaxed with the mere possibility.

"Indeed, yes. But I have my sources," she shrugged, and for a moment, the boy felt insulted by the secretary's intrusion, but only a little. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything too personal. I just took a peek at your academic record."

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

She almost wanted to laugh.

"Please, I'm part of the Student Council; invading other people's personal space is precisely my job," she mocked, as if it were obvious. "Besides, as the president says: 'It's all for a good cause.'"

She threw her forearm over the chair, turning a bit to face the figure standing a few steps from the door.

"But, putting the conversation aside, what do you want, really?" she finally asked. "forgive me, we lost track of the subject."

She could swear she saw him offer a brief prayer before responding.

"A portfolio."

Extending with one hand the authorization form that the secretary had assigned to the club representatives, lacking only the signature of a Student Council member.

"Excuse me?" Now she was genuinely confused, for the first time that day.

"I need your signature," he said straightforwardly, "right here."

"I can read," she grumbled, pulling the sheet from the guy's delicate hands to read it carefully, while he stared back at her with his dead-fish eyes (courtesy of the secretary's nickname).

"I can see," he teased, putting the playful banter aside, clearing his throat before continuing his speech. "As you can see, all the club members agree with the idea. We just need approval."

"What are you trying to saying?" She had to pretend not to be surprised by the information.

"That you are promoting the project," he deduced, making her widen her eyes with the irritatingly accurate accusation.

She gave a humorless laugh, almost as if she were raising a white flag of surrender. 'Looks like you got me.'

This is what happens when you work in the advertising field. Damn!

"All right, it seems there's nowhere to escape now," she admitted, looking away to the table, crossing her legs with a vacant look wandering around. "But... What makes you think I'll accept something like this? The school can't finance the materials, and don't even think the photography club will lend their things. If you want, you can talk to our treasurer, but I warn you they'll prefer to stick to the traditional yearbook."

"The project was independent from the beginning; the school won't spend anything on any of the other projects, and you know that," he pointed out. His patience was wearing thin. "Besides, some of the school's assets can be used by students; providing assistance during the project is a school obligation."

He's right again. So right it's annoying.

She took a deep breath without any shame before facing him with one of her smug smiles. Malicious, unfair.

"And what do I gain from this?" she sounded arrogant, almost a threat to the ears of others, resting her hand on her chin, seeking some composure after being unmasked, stripped, with her selfish exploits exposed.

Takashi looked at her with wide-open eyes, or maybe shocked?

"Let's suppose that, by chance, I help you... Do you know the precious time I'll lose providing assistance on your project? The newspaper won't write itself. As the president of the school newspaper, I say that this won't progress, and we'll all be disappointed in the end."

Spoke with her eyes fixed on the clear orbs of the delinquent.

"We can't abandon our priorities; I advise you to give up." She finalized.

"Since I came this far, I don't think giving up is an option," he countered. "And trust me, i can be persistent when I want."

"What do you plan? Remember that organizing something without the Student Council's authorization is equivalent to breaking the rules," she stood up, staring deep into his eyes. "But that doesn't affect you, does it? As a delinquent, you must be used to breaking the rules."

She practically spat out the word "delinquent."

"You really delved into my record, Secretary," he teased carelessly.

"As I said, and I'll repeat: it's part of my job."

"Is it also part of your job to dismiss any idea that doesn't suit you?" he raised an eyebrow with a small mocking smile. "Your attitude is a bit tyrannical, don't you agree, [Name]-san?"

He said, displaying his indifference, shifting to a sarcastic, almost mocking tone.

'This delinquent is laughing, laughing at me!'

'This can't happen, I can't allow this to happen!'

If one could describe the scene, it would be Takashi smiling while taking a selfie in front of a volcano erupting. Because one could never accurately describe with words how irritated - or offended? Or maybe both? - the girl was.

He was a bit surprised when he saw her lower her head, biting her lower lip. For a moment, he thought she was crying when he heard a low grumble. That's when she approached, marching in her shiny shoes, fists buried in the jacket pockets. With the look of someone about to commit an atrocity.

And she kept advancing. And advancing. To the point where he had to step back, only to hit the back against the corridor wall, realizing he had retreated all the way from inside the room to the corridor.

He was snapped out of his light reverie when he felt something hit violently against the wall. That's when he saw the secretary's shoe stuck in the wall, at the curve of his waist. Shocked, he couldn't help the surprise on his face. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she decided to punch him.

That's when she decided to break the silence:

"Exactly," she said, at a dangerous distance, blocking the delinquent's passage with her right leg. Takashi swallowed hard, staring back at her. "And what are you going to do about it, Sir?"