#mr kurokawa

[nanaosaki3940]

If Baji was a Yakuza Boss...

So today I just started reading this Korean manhwa/webtoon called "Mr. Baek" and in this manhwa, there are two twin brothers. The older twin is Dogyeong Baek who's a Yakuza/mafia boss and the younger twin is Isu Baek who's a military officer/soldier. Here Isu is the main protagonist while Dogyeong is more like the 2nd main lead. So when I was reading this manhwa, for some reason I don't know why, but the older twin Dogyeong kept reminding me of Baji.

Like, look at Baji... 🥰💕

And then there's Dogyeong Baek... 😳🥵

Like call me crazy or whatever but I just can't stop thinking about Baji whenever I see Dogyeong Baek... And this made me wonder that probably Baji would've looked like this if he had grown up to be a Yakuza boss. Those long black hair, those red eyes, those crazy smirks or grins... That's Baji as a Yakuza boss, baby!!! 😆😆😆

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Izana's also being featured in this month's issue of pash magazine!

[gallade-x-treme]

history: written by the victors, then turned into one hell of a tourist spot 😂

[barryseiko]

Cute Mr hippo and Orville scenario that I might turn into a comic

Mr hippo and orville are sitting at the tables in the pizzeria and talking

Orville : I really hate my trunk sometimes.

Mr hippo looks up in confusion

Mr hippo : Really? I don't get why, it's one of your many beautiful features.

Orville : Well it gets in the way of alot of things. For instance :kissing you.

Mr hippo grins

Mr hippo : oh come on, I wouldn't say that

Orville tilts his head in confusion

Mr hippo grabs Orville's face to pull him close and then wraps Orville's trunk about his neck

Mr hippo them pulls Orville into a deep, long, passionate kiss. Mr hippo them pulls away and says:

"See, it doesnt get in the way"

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

seriously rn me after reading that last fic :

brb. brushing up on my spanish now. i cannot describe how you have changed my brain chemistry w that piece fr -

Asdfghjkl omg you just made me smile lol 😂 omg I’m so glad you liked it!!! 🥺💜. He would seriously be Mr. Romantico with the lovely orbs of his looking at you! 💜💜💜 just imagine being someone like a restaurant very dim lited are and the sounds of soft bachata music playing in the background and he takes you on the dance floor. He knows the moves literally the mi cornazon . Diiehakajfbejsijabej omg ahhhhhh!! I can see it now! I hope your having a great day babes!!!!

[milky-aeons]

hey there pretty girl 😌

hello mr. kurokawa 🥰

[koishiro]

< 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ moodboards 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓂 .ᐟ‪‪‬ [cw: afab!reader]

2nd moodboard mlist here .ᐟ‪‪‬

.ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ.

— # 𝒿𝒿𝓀 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

Dating satoru gojo ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Dating satoru gojo pt.2 ⋆˚✿˖°❀

Dating geto suguru ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Dating geto suguru pt.2 🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚ 🍵

Dating geto suguru pt.3

Dating kento nanami ⋆˙⟡♡

Dating shoko ieiri 💌 ����♡𓆪

Dating kiyotaka ijichi 💌

Dating toji fushiguro ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Dating megumi fushiguro ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘

Dating megumi fushiguro pt. 2 ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Dating megumi fushiguro pt.3 💌

Dating nobara kugisaki ✧˖🎀 ✧˖°

Dating yuji itadori .ೃ࿔*:･

Dating yuji itadori pt.2 💌 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇

Dating yuji itadori pt.3 💌

Dating ryomen sukuna *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Dating ryomen sukuna pt.2 ✧˖°.

Dating yūta okkotsu 💌 ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Dating yūta okkotsu pt.2 💌 […coming soon]

Dating toge inumaki ✉⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚

Dating toge inumaki pt.2 💌 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Dating toge inumaki pt.3 💌 ⋆.°𖦹🎱.★⊹

Dating maki zen’in ₊˚⊹꒷

Dating naoya zen’in 💌 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡

Dating choso kamo 💌 ⋆☆ ⊹°˖

Dating takuma ino 💌 ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

.ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ.

— # 𝒷𝓃𝒽𝒶 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

Dating katsuki bakugo ★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆

Dating katsuki bakugo pt.2 .° ༘⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

Dating katsuki bakugo pt.3 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ⁩

Dating katsuki bakugo pt.4 💌 ⋅ᯓᡣ𐭩

Dating eijiro kirishima ꩜ ⋆⑅˚₊ ༘⋆

Dating eijiro kirishima pt.2 ⋆♱✮♱⋆

Dating izuku midoriya 💌 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Dating izuku midoriya pt.2 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ🍈 ⭒

Dating shoto todoroki ⋆｡°✩

Dating denki kaminari 💌 ✩₊˚ ⚡️ .⋆☾⋆

Dating dabi todoroki ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚

Dating tamaki amajiki ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ ☆

Dating tamaki amajiki pt.2 💌 𐙚🧸ྀི

Dating shōta aizawa 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ

Dating keigo takami 💌 ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Dating hitoshi shinso 💌 ₊˚⊹⋆

Dating hitoshi shinso pt.2 💌 ₊˚࿔*:･୧

Dating fumikage tokoyami 💌 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Dating fumikage tokoyami pt.2 💌

Dating mezou shouji 💌 ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

Dating hanta sero 💌 ✧˖°

Dating present mic 💌 ₊˚࿔*:･୧ 🎤

Dating mr compress 💌 / 💌 ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

Dating snipe 💌 / 💌 🔫 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Dating himiko toga 💌 *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Dating kyoka jiro 💌 𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭

Dating kyoka jirou pt.2 💌

Dating rumi usagiyama (mirko) 💌 ᐟᐟ☆🗒️💭.ᐟ

Dating neito monoma 💌 ୨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖⭒

Dating neito monoma pt.2 💌 […coming soon]

Dating tomura shigaraki 💌 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ ��

Dating mashirao ojiro 💌 *๑♡՞

Dating twice 💌 ᡣ𐭩. ݁₊ ⊹ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ₊ ⊹

Dating taishiro toyomitsu (Fatgum) 💌 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

Dating momo yaoyorozu 💌 ˚ ༘ ౨ৎ⋆｡˚

Dating tsuyu asui 💌 ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆

Dating mina ashido 💌

Dating ochaco uraraka 💌 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🍇୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Dating tenya iida 💌

Dating tenya iida pt.2 💌

more in 2nd moodboard mlist .ᐟ‪‪‬

.BLUE LOCK.

— # 𝒷𝓁𝓁𝓀 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

Dating isagi yoichi 💌

Dating nagi seishiro ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Dating nagi seishiro pt.2 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:

Dating itoshi rin ｡ ﾟ ꒰ঌ ✦໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ

Dating itoshi sae 💌 ⋆˚☆˖° ⚽️

Dating itoshi sae pt.2 💌 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Dating michael kaiser 💌 ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

Dating alexis ness 💌 𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𐙚

Dating hyoma chigiri 💌 ⛧🦇⋆♱✮♱⋆

Dating kenyu yukimiya 💌 ·.༄࿔

Dating kenyu yukimiya pt.2 💌

Platonic!charles chevalier 💌 ଳ ‧₊˚

Dating barou shouei 💌 ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗˚⊱🪷⊰˚౨ৎ

Dating ranze kurona 💌 ⋆.°𖦹🎱.★⊹

Dating eita otoya 💌 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Dating eita otoya pt.2 💌

Dating eita otoya pt.3 💌

more in 2nd moodboard mlist .ᐟ‪‪‬

.TOKYO REVENGERS.

— # 𝓉ℴ𝓀𝓎ℴ 𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃ℊℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

Dating izana kurokawa 💌 🫀⋆ ࣪.

Dating rindou haitani //b4 bonten// 💌 ೃ࿔*:๑♡՞

Dating rindou haitani //bonten// 💌 ꩜♪⋆☆₊˚⊹

Dating rindou haitani pt.2 //bonten// 💌

Dating kakucho 💌 [coming soon] 🌷͙֒ ⋆ ˚｡

Dating hajime kokonoi 💌 […coming soon] ˖°❀ ᡣ𐭩

Dating bonten sanzu haruchiyo 💌 ᡣ𐭩. ݁₊ ⊹ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ₊ ⊹

Dating mikey sano 💌 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🏮𖦹 ๋࣭ ࣪

Dating bonten!mikey sano 💌

Dating ken ryuguji (draken) 💌 / 💌 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ⁩

Dating hanma shuji 💌 ๋࣭ ⭑

Dating baji keisuke 💌 εїз

Dating inui seishu 💌 _ ★₊˚﹟🪐 '

Dating hanemiya kazutora 💌 ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

Dating takashi mitsuya 💌

Dating toman hakkai 💌 ୨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖⭒

Dating shion madarame 💌 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ

Dating yasuhiro muto 💌 […coming soon]

Dating wakasa imaushi 💌

[kisakis-boyfriend]

The Idol's Lovers — Bathroom

Pairings: Izana x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, bodyguard!reader, sub Idol!Izana, semi-public sexual acts, masturbation, brief oral + cum swallowing, smut within smut

Summary: An hour before one of his performances, Izana scrolls on social media out of boredom. Amongst the fan art, fancams, memes, and gif sets; a few particular posts catch the white-haired idol's attention. He is unable to stop his growing arousal and ducks away into a staff bathroom to take care of his 'problem'.

“Ah-! Mmph-! ” Muffled moans echo inside of the cheaply lit room, accompanying slick sounds as the idol's hand vigorously pumps his dick.

"Izana's back arched while the tall man behind him pounded his virgin hole, slamming his cheek against the wall hard enough to bruise. — The larger man forced his fat cock inside Izana's tight ass. The bratty idol came immediately; his cock dripped with milky cum, making a mess on the dressing room floor. — The two bodyguards stuffed his holes, stretching him to his limit. Their cocks unloaded inside of his warm throat and tight ass simultaneously; rendering the spoiled idol useless as he became addicted to their rough treatment and endless loads of cum."

These were the stories that coaxed the young man into jacking off in the dingy bathroom. With his shirt rolled up and clamped between his teeth, soaking the fabric in drool, and his back pressed into the wall — Izana held his phone with one hand; scrolling back to the parts of the fanfiction that caused his dick to twitch and ooze more precum. His other hand never left his hard cock as he fucked into his fist with urgency.

The burn from staring at his phone screen became more obvious, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. He was glued to the screen — addicted to the filthy prose that his fans wrote about him.

-

“Where the hell did he go now...” You muttered to yourself. Receiving concerned glances from the other staff members as your heavy, rushed footsteps passed by. His input is required for these last few details of the lighting and he's nowhere to be found, once again...

Pulling your phone from your back pocket with a huff, you checked the app that showed you Izana's location — it was your idea for him to install it. Only you, Izana, and his other most trusted bodyguard, Kakucho, were privy to using this app amongst each other. No one else was allowed to keep tabs on the idol the same way that his personal guards were allowed.

“Found you, ya little shit.” You whispered, annoyed at spending precious time on a wild goose chase.

-

A picture perfect image of desperation — Izana's head tipped back, pressing into the tile wall almost uncomfortably, while his wrist twisted with every stroke. He wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore; loud, yet still muffled by his shirt, moans filled the room. Sweaty, nearly crying, and out of breath, the beloved idol was seconds away from an orgasm–

The loud bang from the door hitting the wall startled Izana; hips stuttering intensely while his pretty eyes widened.

“...Really?” Was the only word you were able to muster right now. Just, really? His fans were out there screaming and cheering for him and he's jerking off in a gross toilet?

A pathetic whimper pulled your full attention towards Izana, who hadn't slowed down his movements, mind you. His big, teary eyes wordlessly begged for anything to push him over the edge; to give him the release that he so desperately needed right now...

Without thinking, you marched over. Crouching down in front of Izana's trembling form, “Mr. Kurokawa,” you said sternly, and with a twinge of annoyance laced into your tone, “if you stay in here any longer you will be late.”

Using one strong hand to hold the idol's wrist away from his leaking cock, and the other to grip his exposed waist, you took all of Izana into your mouth at once. The taste of his precum hit you immediately, it's flavour rather strong seeing as there was so much of it used to lube up his cock. This doesn't deter you, however. You bob your head along the idol's length with the help of his wetness, expertly wringing an overwhelming orgasm out of him.

Izana cries, bucking his hips roughly against your face, forcing his dick further into your mouth and kissing the back of your throat with his tip — cumming inside with a groan.

Some of his cum lingers in your mouth even after he pulls out; it tastes stronger than his precum. It clings to the insides of your cheeks and coats your tongue in a thin film.

“Hah...now then, y-you need to get your ass back out there and talk to the lighting crew.” You said in between breaths. Izana was slightly dazed from the intense pleasure, needing to be dragged out of the room by his arm. “Honestly Mr. Kurokawa...like a horny teenager sometimes...”

[narcjsistx]

Omg heyyy!, I find your writing quite good, keep up the good work ♥️. May i request Izana x gf reader. Just reader being smitten and whipped for him, like he could literally be beating /killing someone and shes just staring with lovesick eyes and thinking 'Oh Izana , such a cutiepie. My cute boyfriend. I'll even help him hide the body if he wants.....'

And Izana stating she is his Queen and the Queen of Tenjiku

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Oh, my toxic loverboy

Izana is my favorite poison, my obsession. I know, I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it. Every time I see him, the world comes down to him, every thought, every breath, everything is for him. I want it with such intensity that sometimes it scares me, but it's a fear that I like, that excites me. We found each other, and from that moment it's as if we couldn't do without each other. We are always together, united in this strange vortex that for others might seem toxic, but for us it is everything. I don't want to run away from this, in fact, I just want to dive deeper

— Izana: If I ever had to kill Mikey, what would happen between us?

- You: I would help you get rid of the body, my loverboy

Our arguments, our fights, are just another way to feel alive, remind us of how much we care for each other. It doesn't matter how much we get hurt, because in the end we always come back together, hungrier than before, more eager to own each other. I know that others don't understand, that they look at us with that look of disapproval, but I don't care. No one can understand what it means to be with Izana. He is my dark half, my reflection in a distorted mirror, and I am his. We are united by something stronger than simple attraction, something that consumes and nourishes us at the same time

— Izana: You're a whore when you do that, but please, come home. I need to see you, I love you and you know it

— You: Scream at me one more time and I'll smash that damn record of yours that you care about so much. I'm coming back, I hope it's for a good reason

Izana has become everything to me. I wake up thinking about him, and go to sleep with his name on my lips. And Izana… Izana wants me all to herself. He can't stand the idea that there is something or someone between us. He's jealous of everything, even my time: he isolates me from friends, family, and I let it happen... deep down, I'm convinced it's a sign of how much he loves me

— Izana: You just need me. Others exist only to distance us, right?

— You: I push others away, I need you to breathe. To feel alive I need you to be by my side

— Izana: Good girl

Yet, there is a part of me that feels suffocated. I'm short of air, but I can't tear myself away. When we are not together, I feel lost, empty, as if a part of me remains with him even if I don't know where he is. And when we are close, the whole world seems to disappear. But I know, deep down, that this isn't love: it's obsession. A mutual dependence that is slowly destroying us, but which I can't do without. It's a sick bond, and yet, I would never want to break it

— Izana: We both know it's obsession and not love, right?

— You: Yes. But it doesn't bother me

— Izana: Until death, then?

— You: And even after, my loverboy

The truth is that I got lost in him, or maybe I allowed myself to get lost. I no longer recognize who I was before Izana came into my life. At first, it was like he filled a void I didn't even know I had. His every gesture, every word, seemed to be exactly what I needed, and so I let myself be carried away. I've realized that I no longer make decisions without first asking myself what he would think. Every thought, every action, is filtered through his gaze. And him? He does the same. He tells me that he can't imagine his life without me, that I am his reason for existing after years of suffering

— Izana: You will be my bride within a year maximum, Mrs. Kurokawa

— You: I like your last name

— Izana: I'll like it more when you have it too, love

I have asked myself several times if it is possible to live without him. But the very idea throws me into an irrational panic. It's like I need his chaos, his possessiveness, to feel real. And so, I continue to remain trapped in this relationship that is slowly consuming me, and I like it. I don't know if it's love, or just fear of being alone, but one thing is sure: Izana has become my obsession. And I his

— Izana: Oh, my Queen. The Queen of Tenjiku, the only woman who will ever and never leave my life

[kokoch4n3l]

DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

EIGHT — open water

"Mr. Kurokawa harbours a deep-seated resentment towards his younger brother, stemming from a sense of inadequacy and inferiority. he speaks of his brother with a fond tone but i doubt 'fondness' is what Mr. Kurokawa feels for him" – MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: After a phone call with Chifuyu, Mikey and Maya begin to drift closer like two boats caught in a storm and Izana watches with great interest, getting ready to crash down on both of them when the time is right.

chapter warnings: dark content 18+, corruption, bribery, implied/referenced prostitution, wet dreams, masturbation(m), jerking off, narcissist!manjiro, mention of past waterboarding, torture, noncon drugging, dehumanization, (slight)humiliation, hand kink, finger sucking, murder, dom/sub undertones, making out, soft dom!manjiro, praise kink, fingering(f receiving), overstimulation, biting, hickeys, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, slightly unrealistic sex, smut, p in v sex, vaginal penetration, dacryphilia, creampie, unprotected sex, aftercare, brief mention of Korean + Japanese history, gang activity, mention of suicide

word count: 13318

masterlist | previous | chapter 9

Naoto sat at his desk in the dimly lit police station, his gaze fixed on the paper before him. A frown creased his brow as he absorbed the disappointing news: his request for a search warrant targeting Ran Haitani, the owner of several notorious clubs and a key figure in Japan's most ruthless gang, the Tokyo Manji Gang, had been denied. Frustration simmered within him as he clenched his jaw, his mind racing with thoughts of Maya's safety. Ran Haitani's reputation preceded him—he was known for his connections to the underworld and his penchant for exploiting vulnerable women, especially those as striking as Kaneko Maya. Naoto's thoughts drifted back to Chifuyu's account of that fateful night when they all went out together. Chifuyu had mentioned Mitsuya Takashi pulling Maya away from Ran at the club when she was intoxicated—a detail that had set off alarm bells in Naoto's mind. Slumping back in his chair, Naoto weighed his options, his determination flickering in the face of adversity. Despite the setback, he refused to abandon their pursuit of the truth. Maya's safety was at stake, and he couldn't afford to let obstacles derail their investigation. She could have really just left town and moved to a different city but the chances of that were low. Naoto's frustration simmered as he pushed himself away from his desk, his resolve firm. He couldn't accept defeat, not when Maya's safety hung in the balance. With determined strides, he made his way out of the precinct and toward the police commissioner's office. Naoto found himself face-to-face with the commissioner, who was counting a stack of bills with a casual air. His expression was aloof, barely acknowledging Naoto's presence. Without a preamble, Naoto launched into the reason for his visit, his tone firm and unwavering. "Commissioner, I need to know why my warrant to investigate Haitani Ran was denied" he stated bluntly, his gaze piercing.

The commissioner glanced up from his task, his gaze icy as he regarded Naoto. "Tachibana, you're wasting your time" he replied dismissively, his voice laced with indifference.

Naoto bristled at the response, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "But we have reason to believe that Haitani may be involved in Kaneko Maya's disappearance," he argued, his voice tinged with urgency "Not to mention he's been accused multiple times of human and drug trafficking!"

The commissioner let out a disdainful snort, rolling his eyes as if Naoto's concerns were trivial. "And without evidence, your suspicions are worthless," he retorted, his tone dripping with condescension.

Naoto's jaw clenched in frustration, but he knew arguing further would be futile. With a curt nod, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the commissioner's office. As Naoto left the commissioner's office, a gnawing suspicion began to take root in his mind. The commissioner's dismissive attitude and casual demeanour while handling money raised red flags. Could there be corruption within the department? The thought sent a chill down Naoto's spine. If there were indeed corrupt elements within the police force, it could explain why his warrant for investigating Ran Haitani was denied despite the compelling evidence. With a sense of urgency, Naoto resolved to tread carefully. If corruption existed, he couldn't trust anyone within the department. Maybe he had to do this on his own. "Hey nē-chan," Naoto says pressing his phone to his ear as he leaves the station and gets into his car "Are you home now?"

"yeah, I got home a little while ago. I'm going out with Takemichi in a while" Hinata answers "Taking a longer shift tonight?"

Naoto sighs, starting the car. He puts the phone on speaker and set it in the cup holder next to him. "Yeah... Kinda"

There is a short moment of silence till Hinata speaks up again. "any news on Maya?"

Naoto isn't too sure what to say. He feels like shit. Hinata had encouraged him to go after her, to court Kaneko Maya because he wasn't able to stop himself from asking questions about her after seeing her at Chifuyu's house. She was pretty. Kaneko Maya was gorgeous. But he wouldn't be stupid to think she'd like him back. It was obvious to Naoto that she had a thing for Chifuyu. There was no harm in showing interest though right? He wasn't being pushy, he was being respectful about his attraction to her. But of course, that whole thing went down the drain when he got a call from Chifuyu telling him that she went missing. Part of him was angry at Chifuyu because maybe there was nothing that happened to Maya and she just ran because she got her heart broken. But it was way too clean of an escape.

How the hell did she pay off her student loans so fast?

There were just so many red flags about the situation. She couldn't have just cut off contact and moved. There was absolutely no way. He had a gut feeling and he'd follow it. "Naoto" Hinata says and he pulls out of the parking lot "What's wrong?"

Naoto sighs. He was never able to hide anything from his sister. How he hid that her boyfriend was a whole fucking time traveller is beyond him. "I was talking about getting a warrant against—"

"Haitani Ran, yeah I heard you and Chifuyu talking about it" Hinata says

Naoto narrows his eyes at no one in particular. Of course, she was eavesdropping. "Anyways" Naoto mutters "It got denied"

"huh? Why?"

"corruption probably," Naoto tells her, then getting quickly agitated half yells  "I'm a fucking detective and I can't do my job because my superiors want to bow down to a bunch of criminals! What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

Hinata is silent after that and so is Naoto. Neither of them said anything for a while. Naoto didn't like Tokyo Manji Gang; especially after learning that they would kill his older sister in the future. The date Hanagaki Takemichi had initially told him had long passed but he still felt wary. It was bad enough that Hinata hung out with the former top members of Tokyo Manji Gang. What if something happened to his sister when he wasn't paying attention and— "Naoto..." Hinata finally speaks, her voice still sounding soft even through the phone "You know you can tell me what's wrong..."

He couldn't. What the fuck was he supposed to say? Hey nē-chan, your boyfriend is a time traveller and I'm his trigger and we're working together to stop you from fucking dying. That doesn't seem like it will be an easy conversation. "I just..." His eyes blur with tears when he stops at the red light "I'm scared something might happen to you..."

Naoto hears Hinata let out a shaky breath and now he feels bad. She was probably crying now. Oh man did he hate making his sister cry. She always worried about him and this probably made her worry more. Older sisters were just like that. "Naoto..." Her voice is a little shaky this time "You know I'll be fine"

Naoto's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he fought to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't burden Hinata with the weight of his fears, especially not now when she needed reassurance the most. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Naoto forced a calm facade. "I know, Hinata. I just... I worry that's all" he replied, his voice strained with emotion.

Hinata's silence hung heavy in the air, the unspoken understanding between them palpable. Naoto hated seeing his sister upset, but he couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger that loomed over them Naoto heard Hinata let out a shaky breath, and guilt washes over him. He didn't want to make her worry, didn't want to see her cry. But he couldn't shake the nagging fear that plagued him. "Naoto," Hinata's voice is steadier now, filled with quiet resolve. "Just focus on finding Maya, okay?"

Her words offer a sliver of comfort, a reminder of the strength they both carried within them. With a nod, Naoto swallows his fears and steels himself for the challenges ahead. Maya's safety was paramount, but so was his sister's. And he would do whatever it took to protect them both. "Okay," Naoto murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Just... be safe, Hinata. Especially when you're with Takemichi."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, filled with unspoken understanding. Hinata's relationship with Takemichi was a source of concern for Naoto, given his ties to the dangerous world of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Sure Hanagaki Takemichi had long left the Tokyo Manji Gang when the latter was in high school but he felt a little wary about it, especially with how close he used to be with Sano Manjiro. But he trusted Hinata's judgment, even if he couldn't shake the nagging worry in the pit of his stomach. "I will, Naoto," Hinata replied softly. "I promise."

With a heavy heart, Naoto bid his sister goodbye, his mind still consumed by worry even as the call ended. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger, the constant fear that something would happen to those he loved most. As he resumed his drive, Naoto's thoughts drifted back to Maya and the investigation at hand. Despite the obstacles in his path, he was determined to uncover the truth and bring her home safely. But even as he focused on the task ahead, a part of him remained haunted by the ghost of danger lurking in the shadows. With a silent prayer for the safety of his sister, Naoto pulls into the visitor parking lot of Chifuyu and Kazutora's apartment building. He gets out of his car and locks it then walks up to their apartment and knocks on the door. Not too long later, Chifuyu opens it. "so?" Chifuyu says letting Naoto in

"Denied"

Chifuyu's face falls as he closes the door and locks it. "Denied?!" Kazutora calls from the living room

They walk into the living room and Naoto takes a seat on the couch as does Chifuyu next to Kazutora. The TV was playing a Korean drama as Chifuyu had been obsessed with them lately after Hinata forced him to watch one. "I suspect corruption in the station" Naoto says with a sigh "The warrant against Haitani Ran was been denied"

"That's fuckin' stupid!" Kazutora said "Everyone and their mom knows that guy is a fricken pimp. Why "

The three of them try to come up with plans on their own but it's hopeless. "hey... What if..." Naoto says but then stops

It was a stupid idea. "what?" Chifuyu asks "Even if it's stupid might as well say it"

They're all tired and failure after failure has made them open to really anything at this point. Naoto sighs and says "What if you try contacting Sano Manjiro?"

It was a stupid idea to contact their former leader. Chifuyu and Kazutora were no longer a part of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Even if Chifuyu left on better terms than Kazutora did, it was still a very heavy gamble. Tokyo Manji Gang was no longer what it was in the past and Sano "Mikey" Manjiro wasn't the same anymore either. As Naoto's suggestion hung in the air, a tense silence enveloped the room. The mere mention of Sano Manjiro's name stirred a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within Chifuyu and Kazutora. Chifuyu's jaw tightened as he considered the risky proposition. Contacting their former leader was a gamble they couldn't afford to take lightly, especially considering their tenuous ties to the Tokyo Manji Gang. Kazutora's gaze flickered with uncertainty, his brows furrowing in contemplation. The memories of his cataclysmic departure from the gang still lingered, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. But as they weighed the pros and cons of Naoto's suggestion, a sense of desperation crept over them. Time was running out, and they were no closer to finding Maya than they had been before. "We don't have much of a choice, do we?" Chifuyu finally spoke, his voice laced with resignation. "If it means finding Maya, then... I'll do it."

Naoto nodded in agreement, his expression determined. "We need all the help we can get. And if reaching out to Sano is our best shot, then we have to take it."

With a heavy sigh, Kazutora relented, his shoulders sagging with defeat. "I'm not going to be doing any talking for very obvious reasons. This is on you Chifuyu... You call him"

The tension in the room lingered, thick and palpable, as they grappled with the weight of their decision. But amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained clear: they were willing to do whatever it took to bring Maya home, even if it meant confronting their past and risking everything they held dear.

In a dimly lit room, Mikey lay sprawled on his bed, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. His features were relaxed in sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. As he drifted deeper into slumber, his mind conjured vivid images, blurring the line between dreams and reality. In the depths of his subconscious, he found himself enveloped in a steamy haze, his senses ablaze with desire. In the dream, he stood amidst a swirl of passion and longing, his body pressed close to the intoxicating figure before him. Her presence was electric, igniting a fire within him that burned with an intensity he couldn't deny. Their lips met in a fervent embrace, a symphony of desire and longing as they surrendered to the primal urge that pulsed between them. Each touch sent shivers down his spine, awakening a hunger that threatened to consume him whole. Maya is there. Right underneath him. Her body is a blur to his hazed mind but fucking hell she's gorgeous. "so pretty" dream him coos at her

Her moans sound gorgeous. He couldn't get enough of them. As Mikey's dream unfolded, Maya's presence engulfed him in a whirlwind of desire and longing. In the hazy depths of his subconscious, she was there, her form a blur of beauty and temptation that left him breathless. In the dim light of his dream, Maya's features were a tantalizing mystery, her essence intoxicating and irresistible. With every caress, every whispered word, Mikey felt himself drawn deeper into the depths of ecstasy, lost in the intoxicating spell of desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the heady rush of pleasure that pulsed between them, binding them together in a fierce embrace. But as the dream reached its peak, a flicker of awareness stirred within Mikey's subconscious, a fleeting whisper of doubt that threatened to shatter the illusion. With a jolt, he was wrenched from the depths of his dream, his eyes snapping open to the harsh reality of his surroundings. For a moment, he lay there in silence, his heart still racing with the echoes of passion. But as the remnants of the dream faded away, a sense of longing washed over him, leaving him with a profound sense of emptiness. "god fucking damn it" Mikey cursed

With a heavy sigh, Mikey pushed himself upright, his thoughts drifting to the enigmatic figure that had haunted his dreams. Maya's presence lingered in his mind like a tantalizing memory. He remembers hearing her say to Izana that she would haunt him but right now— even since he met her— it felt like she was haunting him and not Izana. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Mikey gets out of the guest bedroom bed and heads over to the bathroom. He's so fucking hard and it's so annoying. He locks the door and turns on the exhaust fan and then the lights. "shit" Mikey mutters as the light hits his eyes

He stands in front of the sink and ties his hair back then washes his face with cold water, hoping it would make his stupid boner go down. But obviously, it doesn't. He looks at the mirror and stares at himself. Mikey knows he looks like a damn mess but wow was he a hot ass mess. His skin is pale and even though he looks like he hasn't slept in days he sure makes eye bags work. His hair is perfectly messy, tied back. He looks really good and all that admiring just made him even harder and Mikey bites back a groan. He can't help himself as he slips his hand down his shorts. He hisses as the tips of his fingers touch his cockhead then takes hold of his shaft. fuck it felt good. "shit" He mutters and pushes the front of his shorts down to fully expose his cock and make getting himself off easier

His mind shifts back to Maya as he slowly starts to move his hand. Mikey remembers overhearing a conversation between Maya and Izana where Izana had practically forced out a confession from her that she liked Matsuno Chifuyu, that he took her virginity and rejected her. Yeesh. Apparently, it happened the night before Izana abducted her. Mikey couldn't believe it. How the fucking hell had Chifuyu taken Maya's virginity and he didn't leave any marks. Absolutely fucking unbelievable. "ahh~" Mikey tries to keep his moans silent since everyone was still awake

Mikey couldn't stop thinking about Maya the moment he saw her lying by the water after Izana waterboarded her. He vividly remembers her bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks, the way her hair stuck to her skin, and her watery blue eyes. Mikey just couldn't get her out of his head. Maya was gorgeous, breathtaking, beautiful— there was no word in any language in the world he could use to properly describe her beauty. Maya's beauty was just unworldly. Not to mention those noises she was letting out the other day when he interrupted her and Izana. "shit, shit" He groans, staring at himself in the mirror as he gets himself off

Mikey uses his free hand to pull the end of his shirt up and holds it between his teeth as he gets himself off. He looks good. Really fucking good. His eyes are glossed over, cheeks flushed, he's getting a little sweaty and his bangs are sticking to his forehead. His abs are still just as impressive(maybe even more) as when he was a teen and his dick is fucking beautiful. Mikey can't help himself but imagine how much better this scene could get if he had Maya here, bent over the counter while he thrusts into her rather than his hand. He can imagine her flushed cheeks and watery eyes as he gets her to look into the mirror and show her just how pretty she looks. Mikey wanted to see it. He wanted to see how pretty she looked. He wanted to watch her eyes roll back, her hair stick to her skin due to the sweat, her hands desperately grabbing on the counter— he wanted to hear her breathy moans and helpless whimpers. "o-oh~"

When he first heard the confession from Maya's mouth the other day, he couldn't believe it— Chifuyu took her virginity but he rejected her. How? God, had he been Chifuyu he would have taken Maya and kept her all to himself. To make things worse they got drunk and then he took her virginity? That was even more absurd because there was not a single mark left on her skin. Her thighs were bare of any scratch, any bite and it's so absurd because if it had been him, Mikey would've marked her up. He would have hickeys on her throat and left marks of his teeth on her inner thighs. He would have left her memories of the night on her skin. Mikey would've made Maya feel real special in more ways than one. Instead, Chifuyu was a little bitch and lost the most gorgeous girl ever— and holy fuck those sounds she makes. "f-f-fuck" he lets out a small whimper as he comes undone all over his hand and abs just at the memory of the noises she was making with Izana the other day

The sight of watching himself come and hearing his own noises makes him come even harder. He breathes heavily, using his free hand to just take off his shirt so he doesn't stain it and he throws it to the floor. Mikey decides he might as well shower now. He washes his hands and fully strips then gets into the shower. As the steam from the shower dissipated into the air, Mikey's thoughts swirled with a heady mix of desire and arrogance. Maya's image lingered in his mind like a tantalizing puzzle waiting to be solved, her presence igniting a fire within him that he couldn't quite quench. With each passing moment, his obsession with her only seemed to grow, fueling his ego and stoking the flames of his narcissism.

poor girl.

The words echoed in his mind, a testament to the empathy he felt for Maya's plight. But beneath the guise of sympathy lay something deeper, something darker—a growing obsession that he couldn't quite shake. He found himself fixating on her, her image etched into his mind like a permanent imprint. Mikey hadn't bothered to inquire about Maya's past, too consumed by his own thoughts and desires to delve into the depths of her suffering. His admiration for her resilience mingled with a twisted fascination, a desire to unravel the mysteries that surrounded her. He couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind her eyes, what demons lurked beneath the surface of her stoic facade. As the warm water washed over him, Mikey's mind wandered to the possibilities that awaited him in Maya's world. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her enigmatic presence. With a heavy sigh, Mikey stepped out of the shower, his thoughts consumed by visions of Maya. Maya had ignited a fire within him, a hunger that burned with an intensity that he couldn't ignore. "Want her to be mine" Mikey mutters to himself as he dries off his body with the towel and then dries his hair

As Mikey's thoughts continued to swirl with visions of Maya, a burning desire ignited within him—a desire for reciprocation. He couldn't shake the craving for Maya's affection, the yearning for her to want him back with the same fervour that consumed him. In his mind, it wasn't enough for him to simply possess her; he wanted her heart, her soul, her every thought to be consumed by him. The idea of Maya pining for him, longing for his touch, sent a thrill coursing through Mikey's veins. He couldn't help but imagine the rush of satisfaction that would wash over him when she finally succumbed to his charms when she surrendered herself to him completely. It was a heady thought—one that fueled his ego and spurred him on in his pursuit of her. "Mikey" Sanzu was knocking on the bathroom door "there's a call for you"

Mikey sighs as his childhood friend interrupts his fantasizing. It was probably karma for all the times he had cockblocked Izana this week. "Just a second, Haru" Mikey says and wraps the towel around his waist and unlocks the door and steps out

Sanzu stands in front of him looking annoyed. "Matsuno's calling" he holds up the burner phone that was currently ringing

Mikey narrows his eyes. He had given one to each of the former captains and vice-captains after they left Toman. No one has ever used it to call him. For the first time in years, someone was calling. "huh... talk to him" Mikey says and walks into the guest room taking a seat on the bed

Sanzu answers the call. They had a short conversation and then Sanzu sighed in annoyance and said "Mikey he wants to talk to you"

Mikey just holds out his hand for the phone and Sanzu gives it to him. "hello?" Mikey keeps his tone low and nonchalant

"Hey, Mikey-kun... It's me Chifuyu. I know it's been a while but I really need your help"

Maya fumbled with the bobby pins, her fingers trembling with a mix of determination and desperation, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling of futility that gnawed at her insides. The drugs Izana had given her had left her in a haze, her movements sluggish and her mind clouded with confusion. These weren't the usual drugs Izana administered to her; they were potent substances that sent her spiralling into a state of euphoria and disorientation. The drugs had rendered her movements sluggish and her mind sluggish, making it nearly impossible for her to muster the clarity of thought needed to pick the lock. Trapped in a fog of intoxication, Maya's thoughts swirled incoherently, her senses dulled by the overpowering effects of the drugs. It was as if she were floating on a cloud, disconnected from the world around her and adrift in a sea of uncertainty. "Well, well, well," Izana purred, his voice dripping with thinly veiled amusement. "What do we have here? Little bunny still trying to hop away?"

It's Monday again. It's been a whole 7 days since the worst day of her life when Chifuyu told her it was a mistake sleeping with her and Izana kidnapping her after an unfair game of cat and mouse. Oh man was she exhausted of trying to escape every day at any moment she got. Her knees were bruised from all the crawling to the double doors and kneeling in front of the lock to pick it and the view of the beach through the glass was just mocking her at this point. As Izana's voice pierced through the fog of Maya's drug-induced haze, she couldn't help but feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her. As Izana strolled over and dragged a chair beside Maya, a mocking grin crept across his lips, sending a chill down her spine. She remained kneeling on the floor, her muscles tense with apprehension as she anticipated his next move. "You know, bunny," Izana began, his voice laced with mockery "I can't help but wonder what drives you to keep fighting for something so futile. Here I am, offering you everything on a silver platter—food, shelter, a picturesque view of the beach—and yet you still yearn for something more."

As Izana lounged back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, Maya struggled to focus through the haze of drugs clouding her mind. Her limbs felt heavy and her thoughts sluggish, making it difficult to muster the strength to resist his taunts. "it's a little ungrateful, don't you think?" He continues

As Izana leaned forward, his movements smooth yet purposeful, Maya's hazy mind struggled to comprehend his proximity. She felt his hands reaching out, their touch rough and calloused as they gently cradled her face. A shiver ran down her spine at the unexpected sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the contrast between the softness of his touch and the hardness of his hands. "You're such a feisty little thing, aren't you, little bunny?" Izana murmured, his voice low and hypnotic as he traced his fingers along the contours of her cheeks

Maya's eyelids fluttered as she fought to stay focused, her senses dulled by the intoxicating mix of drugs and Izana's proximity. Izana's gaze bore into hers, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You have such fire in you," he continued, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and amusement. "It's almost... intoxicating."

Maya's heart pounded erratically in her chest, her thoughts spinning as she struggled to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within her. Part of her recoiled at Izana's words, repulsed by the thought of being under his control. But another part, a small voice buried deep within her subconscious, whispered tantalizingly of the allure of surrender. She stares up at him from where she's kneeling on the floor, not realizing he had shifted the chair in a way that she was now knelt between his legs, his feet on either side of her thighs. As Izana's grip tightened on her face, Maya's resolve wavered, torn between the desire to resist and the temptation to succumb. "Izana..." her voice comes out slightly slurred

There was a predatory gleam in his gaze, a hunger that seemed to devour her very soul as he studied her with unsettling fascination. Maya felt a chill run down her spine as she met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to decipher the emotions swirling in his eyes. There was something unsettlingly possessive in the way Izana looked at her as if she were nothing more than a prized possession to be toyed with at his whim. His gaze seemed to strip away the layers of her defences, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his penetrating stare. It was as if he could see right through her, peeling back the mask she wore to reveal the raw, unfiltered truth that lay beneath. "got such a pretty mouth" Izana murmured, his thumb rubbing against her slightly parted lips

As Maya sank deeper into the haze of drugs and desire, a sense of euphoria washed over her, drowning out the nagging voice of reason that had been her constant companion. Every touch, every caress from Izana sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that burned with a feverish intensity. His hands roamed her skin with a possessive fervour, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they traced the contours of her body. "so pretty" he whispered again and his thumb slipped between her lips into her mouth

She could taste the saltiness of his skin, feel the calluses rough against her tongue, and yet she found herself welcoming the intrusion with a desperate hunger. "hey little bunny" Izana mumbled, his thumb pressing down lightly on her tongue

Maya watches as Izana puts a hand on his belt buckle and through her drug-hazed mind she finds a bit of her common sense and and pulls her mouth away from his thumb. "I... I've never..."

Izana holds her chin again and stops himself from unbuckling his belt. "you've never given a guy head?"

She hates how casually he says it. Izana then laughs. "oh yeah I forgot you were a little virgin until what? 7 days ago?" He murmurs and oh she suddenly feels like shit again "Don't worry bunny, I'll show you how. We'll have a little trial run"

Maya is as high as the clouds. Her limbs aren't listening to her and she can't help herself right now. So when Izana so sweetly, his tone a little mocking, tells her to open her mouth for him, she can't help but part her lips. Izana sighs and without warning slides two of his fingers into her mouth. As his fingers slid into her mouth, Maya's senses were inundated with a dizzying array of sensations. The taste of his skin, slightly salty and musky, danced across her tongue, sending a shiver down her spine. The rough calluses on his fingers grazed against the delicate flesh of her mouth, a stark contrast to the softness of his touch. "suck" he whispers

Her heart pounded in her chest as she sucked gently on his fingers, her lips forming a tight seal around them as she surrendered herself to the pleasure of the moment. As Izana's fingers lingered in her mouth, Maya closed her eyes and allowed herself to be carried away by the currents of pleasure, her body humming with anticipation of what was to come. "there we go, relax your throat" Izana murmured as he slides his long fingers all the way in as she gags a bit on his middle and index finger

The gold ring on his middle finger scrapes against her teeth and she could taste the metal on her tongue. The drugs that Izana had administered had enveloped her in a fog of euphoria, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within her. On one hand, Maya couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of Izana's touch, the way his fingers ignited a firestorm of sensation within her. It was as if he held the key to a realm of pleasure that she had never known existed, and she was powerless to resist its pull. "no teeth 'kay. Just your tongue and your lips" he guides, sounding sweet and encouraging with a heavy condescending undertone

Slowly, he starts to move his fingers in and out of her mouth but not all the way pulling them out. His ring scrapes against her lips with each thrust of his fingers and she gags a little every time they hit the back of her throat. Mingled with the ecstasy was a gnawing sense of unease, a voice of reason that whispered warnings of the dangers that lay ahead. Maya knew all too well the depths of Izana's depravity, the darkness that lurked beneath his charming facade. And yet, despite the rational part of her mind screaming for her to flee, she found herself drawn inexorably closer to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence. "there we go... Look up at me"

Maya's eyes flutter open and she tilts her gaze up to look at him. Izana was looking down at her with dark eyes. Something twists in her stomach. In that moment, Maya was caught between two worlds: the world of reason and caution, and the world of passion and desire. It was a precarious balance, one that threatened to tip at any moment, plunging her into the abyss of uncertainty. But for now, as Izana's fingers lingered in her mouth and the world around them faded into insignificance, Maya surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm of their embrace, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and longing. There was a thrill to this. Maybe that's what she liked.

Maya liked the thrill.

She liked how this whole thing was straight out of a dark romance novel.

She liked—

Maya liked how easy it was to pretend there was nothing inherently wrong with this whole situation. In that moment, Maya surrendered herself completely to the allure of the forbidden, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and longing. There was a twisted beauty in their embrace, a dark romance that defied logic and reason. And as the world around them faded into insignificance, Maya allowed herself to be consumed by the darkness, revelling in the thrill of the forbidden. It feels like that only goes on for a few minutes but her throat already feels a little achy and it was just his fingers. "awe you're a natural" Izana coos then pulls his fingers out of her mouth

She's left with the taste of metal on her tongue from his gold ring and a light ache at the back of her throat. Maya hasn't gotten any sober, the drugs still swirling in her system. "Such a shame," Izana remarked casually, his tone dripping with feigned sympathy as he watched Maya with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. But I suppose you can't help but crave my touch, can you, little bunny?"

Maya's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his words, a mix of shame and frustration swirling within her as she struggled to make sense of the conflicting emotions that warred within her. She knew she should be repulsed by Izana's manipulation, should despise the hold he had over her. But despite her best efforts to resist, a part of her couldn't deny the twisted thrill she felt at being under his control. As Izana leaned in closer, his words dripping with temptation, a sudden interruption shattered the charged atmosphere of the room. The door creaked open, and in strode Mikey, his presence a jarring intrusion on the intimate moment between Izana and Maya. "Aniki, where the hell are my socks?" he demanded, his voice brimming with impatience as he eyed Izana with a mixture of annoyance and disdain.

Izana's expression darkened, his irritation palpable as he tore his gaze away from Maya to glare at his younger brother. "Can't you see I'm busy, Manjiro?" he snapped, his tone laced with veiled annoyance

Mikey merely shrugged, unfazed by Izana's obvious irritation. "I don't care if you're busy or not," he retorted, his tone bordering on insolent "I need my socks, and you're the one who always moves them"

aya's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Mikey's eyes flickered over her and Izana's compromising position. She could feel the weight of his gaze lingering on her, his scrutiny like a spotlight that illuminated every awkward detail of their interaction. Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, Maya couldn't help but feel a wave of self-consciousness wash over her, her cheeks flushing crimson as she shifted uncomfortably under Mikey's scrutiny. Izana's irritation seemed to intensify at Mikey's continued presence, his jaw clenching with barely restrained frustration. "You do this every fucking time" he muttered, his tone clipped as he stood up and walked over to a nearby drawer and tossed a pair of socks in Mikey's direction. "Here, take them and get out."

Mikey caught the socks with a smirk, his eyes flickering briefly to Maya before turning back to Izana. "Thanks, Aniki," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery as he sauntered out of the room, leaving Maya and Izana alone once more

Izana looks over at Maya who was still on the floor and he groans in frustration, running tan fingers through white hair. "that fuckin' cockblock ruined my mood"

Izana's gaze bore into Maya, his expression unreadable as he scrutinized her. "Can you get up by yourself?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience.

Maya's heart sank as the weight of his words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. She struggled to push herself up from the floor, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Each movement felt like a monumental effort as if she were wading through molasses, her muscles protesting with every strained motion. With a grunt of exertion, Maya managed to prop herself up on her elbows, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She glanced up at Izana, her eyes pleading for mercy. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper

The drugs still held her in their grasp, clouding her thoughts and sapping her strength. Izana's lips curled into a snarky smile as he watched Maya struggle. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with disdain "Kakucho!"

Seconds later, the door creaked open, and Kakucho entered the room, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Maya's prone form. His expression was inscrutable as he surveyed the scene, his eyes flickering briefly to Izana before settling on Maya. "Izana, what do you need?" Kakucho asked, his voice low and gravelly

Izana gestured towards Maya with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Help her up," he ordered, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of malice.

Without a word, Kakucho moved towards Maya, his steps deliberate and purposeful. In one swift motion, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest in a bridal hold like she weighed nothing. Maya's breath caught in her throat as she found herself enveloped in Kakucho's arms, his touch both firm and surprisingly gentle. Despite her predicament, a flicker of warmth stirred within her at the unexpected tenderness in his actions. As he approached the master bed, he lowered her gently onto the soft mattress, his touch surprisingly tender as he arranged her in a comfortable position. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of their breathing mingling in the air. "Make sure she doesn't try anything funny again," Izana instructed, his voice tinged with a dangerous edge. "We can't have our little bunny hopping away, now can we?"

Kakucho's expression remained impassive as he nodded in response to Izana's command, his eyes betraying no hint of emotion as he cast a final glance in Maya's direction. "Also find out where the fuck she keeps getting those stupid hair pins from. Did you say you took them all away?" Izana says in annoyance as he sits on the bed next to her legs

"She hid a bunch in her hair last time" Kakucho says and Maya now wants to cuss him out

This motherfucker. "That's smart" Izana says with a grin and scoots closer to her

She flinches a little. Maya's heart raced as Izana drew nearer, his proximity sending a shiver down her spine. She fought the urge to recoil, her muscles tensing with every inch he closed the distance between them. The weight of his gaze bore down on her, suffocating her with its intensity as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Smart indeed," Izana murmured, his voice sending a chill down Maya's spine. "But not smart enough to outwit me, it seems."

His fingers tangled in her hair felt oddly comforting, a fleeting moment of intimacy in the midst of chaos. She couldn't help but marvel at the sensation of Izana's touch, the rough callouses of his fingertips grazing against her scalp. The fear of captivity mingling with a sense of unexpected pleasure was a strange comparison. As Izana's hand combed through her curls, Maya found herself strangely captivated by the feeling, a small part of her relishing the sensation of his fingers threading through her locks. Finally, Izana's fingers closed around something hidden within Maya's hair, and a triumphant smirk crossed his lips. "Gotcha," he muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "Looks like you're not as clever as you thought, little bunny."

Izana pulled out the last bobby pin she had in her grasp. He takes it and now she's got nothing to pick the lock with. Maybe she could go through her makeup bag later to see if she had more but she doubts it. Maya had nothing to pick the lock with. She had to come up with another plan. Kakucho leaves the room not long after, taking the bobby pin away with him and Maya feels hopeless. Izana is still here. He had an unknown look in his eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asks

Izana's lips curled into a wicked smirk, his gaze piercing as he regarded Maya with a mixture of amusement and malice. "Why, my dear little bunny, because it's entertaining," he replied, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of satisfaction "You provide me with endless entertainment with your feeble attempts to escape."

Maya's stomach churned at his callous words, a surge of anger rising within her at the sheer audacity of his response. "This isn't a game," she retorted, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance "You're holding me captive against my will. You're torturing me."

Izana's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent glint. "And yet, here you are, still fighting," he observed, his tone laced with thinly veiled admiration. "You've got spunk, I'll give you that."

Maya's jaw clenched, her fists balling up at her sides as she fought to suppress the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to consume her. "Is this about the medication? The stupid IV bag?" 

Maya doesn't know how Kakucho convinced Izana to stop giving that awful shit to her but she's most thankful to him for it. "Yes and no" Izana answers 

Kakucho had told her what happened and why they killed the hospital director and the other doctor and the two nurses. The hospital director had gotten herself involved in drugs and hadn't been able to pay back the money she owed Tokyo Manji Gang. So, she had to sell her body for it and eventually met her demise. The hospital director was exacting his revenge on the gang by making Maya give Izana the wrong medication for a whole month on purpose. Maya had no idea about any of it. A knot of guilt twisted in her stomach as she grappled with the weight of his revelation. She had been unwittingly caught in the crossfire of a vendetta she knew nothing about, her life manipulated and endangered by forces beyond her control. "I didn't know," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper "I had no idea."

Izana's gaze softened slightly, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes as he regarded Maya with a mixture of pity and contempt. "Ignorance is no excuse," he replied, his tone tinged with bitterness "But it seems Kakucho has taken a liking to you which is why I didn't kill you that night at the hospital with the stupid director and the other doctor"

Kakucho's unexpected intervention had spared her from a fate she couldn't bear to contemplate, yet the reason behind his mercy remained a mystery to her. "Why would he do that?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching Izana's face for any hint of an answer.

Izana's lips curled into a sardonic smile, the corners of his mouth twisting with a hint of amusement. "Who knows?" he replied cryptically, his gaze drifting away from Maya's probing stare. "Perhaps he sees something in you that I don't."

Izana chuckled softly, the sound laced with a touch of derision. "Kakucho has always been soft on women," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of contempt. "He sees them as fragile creatures in need of protection, even when they're nothing more than liabilities."

"Then what do you see me as?" Maya asks him

"You're a means to an end, a tool to be used and discarded as I see fit." Izana continued, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and malice

Maya's breath caught in her throat, a wave of despair washing over her as she realized the depth of Izana's manipulation. She had been nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, her life manipulated and controlled by forces beyond her comprehension. "And what end is that?" Maya asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she braced herself for Izana's response.

Izana's lips curled into a sinister grin, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "The end," he replied cryptically, "is whatever I desire it to be."

A while later, Kakucho and Sanzu come in accompanied by a man and they use dental impressions to take an imprint of her teeth. What do they need it for? Maya didn't think she'd like the answer so she didn't ask. 

Mikey can hear it as he stands outside the master bedroom. She's crying. He looks at his phone and sees the time show 5 pm. With a shallow breath, he decided to enter the room, his curiosity and fixation overpowering any genuine concern for Maya's well-being. As he stepped inside, he found her curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face. The sight should have evoked empathy, but instead, it fueled his infatuation even further. "Maya?" Mikey called out, his voice laced with an unsettling mixture of intrigue and possessiveness

He approached her with a predatory grace, his eyes gleaming with an intense fixation as he observed her distress. She was curled up in his bed, on his pillow. He knelt beside her, not out of genuine care, but out of a selfish desire to be close to her. "Hey," he said softly, his words tinged with a hint of impatience. "Do you have a hair tie? I need one." 

His touch was light, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze, a hunger that betrayed his true intentions. Maya quickly wiped her tears as Mikey approached, his presence both unsettling and strangely magnetic. She nodded in response to his request, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke. "Y-yeah, there's one in my makeup bag," she managed to say, gesturing towards the washroom with a trembling hand

Her pupils weren't dilated. She was completely sober right now. Perhaps the effects of the drugs went down. Mikey goes into the bathroom and sees a medium-sized baby pink makeup bag on the counter. He didn't just wanna take one and leave so Mikey looked into the mirror, ruffled his hair to make it more messy and picked up the makeup bag. As Mikey emerged from the washroom, he held Maya's makeup bag in his hands, a look of slight confusion crossing his features. Placing it gently in front of her, he shook his head in dismay. "I couldn't find one," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration

As Maya unzipped her makeup bag, her fingers fumbled slightly in their haste to retrieve what Mikey needed. With a quick search, she managed to find a hair tie nestled among the assorted cosmetics and accessories. Holding it out to him with a small smile, she said, "Here you go."

Mikey accepted the hair tie with a grateful nod, his eyes lighting up with appreciation. "Thanks," he said, a hint of relief in his voice.

But before Maya could respond, Mikey surprised her by asking, "Hey, do you mind tying my hair back for me?"

Taken aback by the unexpected request, Maya hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure," she replied softly

Mikey sits on the bed with his back to her. He feels the bed shift behind her and she gets up on her knees. With practiced ease, she gathered his hair in her gentle fingers, her touch delicate yet sure as she skillfully secured it in a tidy ponytail. Despite her efforts, some of his messy bangs stubbornly escaped the tie, but Mikey didn't mind. "Done" she murmurs after tying his hair

"Thanks" Mikey says, shifting himself around to face her

Maya is sitting with her back against the headboard. Her cheeks were a little red, her eyes bloodshot from crying and her lips a little bruised. Yet, even with her dishevelled appearance, there was an undeniable beauty about her, accentuated by the bruised tint of her lips. Mikey found himself captivated by her, his admiration evident in the way he looked at her. Mikey's gaze wandered to Maya's makeup bag, partially unzipped beside them. He reached out and grabbed a bottle of nail polish, examining it curiously. "What's this?" he asked, holding up the bottle for Maya to see.

Maya's eyes flickered to the nail polish, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It's the first time he's seen her smile. "Oh, that's just nail polish" she replied, her voice soft

Mikey's eyes flicked over the assortment of nail polish bottles in Maya's makeup bag, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, can you paint my nails?" he asked, his tone casual yet intrigued.

Maya blinked in surprise at his request. "O-Oh... Yeah why not" She says "Pick a colour"

Mikey considered for a moment before pointing to a bottle of black nail polish. "This one," he said decisively, handing Maya the bottle

Maya nodded, uncapping the nail polish and carefully applying it to Mikey's nails. Something was mesmerizing about the way her slender fingers moved with practiced precision, uncapping the bottle and expertly swirling the applicator brush within its depths.

As Maya began to paint his nails, Mikey found himself captivated by the fluid grace of her movements. Each stroke was deliberate and controlled, her touch gentle yet confident as she expertly coated his nails in black. Mikey couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between Maya's delicate hands and his own rough, calloused ones as she carefully selected a bottle of deep blue nail polish from her makeup bag. Her fingers were slender and graceful, a stark contrast to his own, which were marred by bruises and scars from years of fighting and violence. As Maya began to paint his nails, Mikey found himself mesmerized by the gentle touch of her soft hands against his own. Her movements were precise and controlled, each stroke of the nail polish brush leaving behind a trail of dark colour that stood out against the backdrop of his weathered skin. Despite the pain and hardship he had endured, there was something undeniably comforting about the feeling of Maya's hands on his own. They were smaller and softer than his own, yet they exuded a quiet strength and resilience that left him in awe. "Done" Maya says, closing the bottle and putting it back in her makeup bag "Blow on them so they dry faster"

Mikey brings his hands up closer to his face and blows at his nails. This was odd. He wasn't too sure why he asked her to paint his nails. He remembers back when Emma was still alive she'd sometimes convince him to let her paint his nails and... Mikey's expression pales at the thought of his dead little sister. As Mikey's mind drifted back to memories of his sister Emma, a wave of sorrow washed over him, mingling with the bittersweet nostalgia of days gone by. He could still picture her infectious smile, the way her laughter filled the room with warmth and light. But now, all that remained were the echoes of her laughter, haunting him like a ghost from the past. Maya's voice cut through his reverie, bringing him back to the present moment. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as she regarded him with searching eyes.

Mikey forced a tight-lipped smile, masking the turmoil swirling within him. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his tone clipped and dismissive

As the nail polish dried on his fingers, Mikey's mind drifted back to Maya, away from Emma. He couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration that surged through him whenever he was near her. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a heady mix of desire and obsession that consumed him from the inside out. "they're dry" Mikey tells her

Maya looks at them and nods. She's not really looking right at him. She's looking at the view behind him— at the beach visible through the glass double doors. Mikey cocks his head to the side and asks "Do you wanna go for a swim?"

Mikey watched Maya's hesitant response, her uncertainty palpable in the air between them. He couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration mingled with disappointment. Why was she always so hesitant, so unwilling to embrace the opportunities he offered her? Didn't she understand how much he wanted her to be by his side, to share in the experiences that made life worth living? With a tentative smile, she finally nodded. "Yes, I'd love to go for a swim," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "But I don't have a swimsuit."

As Maya's uncertainty hung in the air, Mikey's thoughts churned with determination. He wouldn't let a mere swimsuit deter him from his plans. There was a flicker of excitement in his eyes as he contemplated the possibilities, relishing the challenge of finding a solution to Maya's dilemma. He'd make it happen, one way or another. "whatever that's fine" He says "Panties and bra are the same thing as a bikini, is it not? Just wear that"

Maya's brows furrowed in hesitation, a mixture of surprise and disbelief flashing across her features. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat as she met Mikey's intense gaze. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible, "I guess that works."

A grin tugged at the corners of Mikey's lips as he relished his victory. The thought of her in nothing but her underwear sent a surge of heat coursing through his veins, igniting a fire that burned with a feverish intensity. He couldn't wait to see her, to touch her, to make her his in every sense of the word. Suppressing a smirk, Mikey nodded in response, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Great," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction "Let's go then." With a sense of purpose, he rose from the bed, his mind already racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.

Mikey gets off the bed and holds out his hand to her. "c'mon"

She looks hesitant and nervous. He hopes she doesn't run. Mikey knows she's still a fairly fast runner under the influence of drugs but right now she was completely sober. He'd hate to have to shoot her down. "hm?" Mikey asks again

Maya looks down at his hand, up at his face, then at his hand again. 

She takes it.

They're standing in right in front of the water, toes in the warm sand and Maya is trying her absolute best not to stare right now as Mikey removes his shirt. Mikey's pale skin glowed softly under the warm sunlight, accentuating the definition of his toned, lean muscles. Every movement he made was fluid and precise, a testament to the hours spent honing his body to perfection. As he reached up to remove his shirt, the fabric clung to his sculpted torso before falling away, revealing the chiselled lines of his abdomen and the sinewy strength of his arms. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, the rhythmic motion drawing Maya's gaze like a magnet. Maya couldn't help but admire the sight before her, the raw power and confidence radiating from Mikey's form. His physique was a testament to his dedication and discipline, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded them. Despite herself, Maya felt a surge of attraction stir within her, her heart fluttering in her chest as she struggled to tear her gaze away. As he turned his attention back to Maya, a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and desire. "Ready to go for a swim?" he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Maya's spine

She nodded in response, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Mikey's already getting into the water, quickly going over to the deeper side, hip deep. Maya takes that moment to remove her shirt and then her cotton shorts, leaving her in just a bra and panties. Oh man was she grateful she was wearing a nice and matching set. It was baby pink with a little lace. Not too much where it would be considered lingerie but just enough where it looked cute. As Maya stepped into the water, the cool embrace of the waves enveloping her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through her veins. The weight of her clothes had been shed, leaving her feeling light and free, the gentle caress of the water against her skin sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. As she waded deeper into the water, her heart pounding in her chest, Maya couldn't shake the feeling of being on the edge of something exhilarating and dangerous. The thrill of the unknown coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. With each step, the distance between them closed, until they were standing mere inches apart, the water swirling around them in a hypnotic dance. Maya could feel the heat of Mikey's body radiating against her skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "Nice set," Mikey remarked, his voice low and husky, his eyes smoldering with desire "Very cute."

Maya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt a surge of confidence wash over her, buoyed by the knowledge that she had captured Mikey's attention, if only for a moment. With a playful glint in her eyes, Maya splashed Mikey with water, laughing as he recoiled with mock anger. The tension between them dissolved in a cascade of laughter and playful banter, leaving Maya feeling lighter and freer than she had in a long time. For a moment she forgets that Mikey is the leader of Tokyo Manji Gang and the younger brother of her sociopathic captor. 

Right now, as they splash water at each other, they're just Mikey and Maya.

The sun is setting around them and the water is no longer cold. The sky is lit up in shades of orange, yellow, pink and purple. It's gorgeous. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Mikey pulled her towards the deeper waters, the cool embrace of the sea enveloping them as they waded further out. Maya's feet barely touched the sandy bottom, the water rising up to her shoulders as she struggled to maintain her balance. But Mikey was there, his strong arms steadying her as they navigated the shifting currents together. As they stood there, the water lapping at their skin, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. "c'mere lemme help ya'" Mikey says and held her waist

Without warning she's lifted off her feet with ease, the water making her body essentially weightless. "put your legs around my waist" He tells her

With a slight nod, Maya wrapped her legs around Mikey's waist, her pulse quickening as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. It was an intimate gesture, one that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. Despite the lingering doubts and fears that gnawed at the edges of her mind, in this moment, all that mattered was the exhilarating rush of being held in Mikey's arms. Maya rests her hands on Mikey's shoulders as she looks at his face lit up by the sun setting next to them. He had long pulled the hair tie out of his hair, the long and short strands now sticking to his wet skin like her own hair was. Without thinking she carefully brushes his wet bangs away from his forehead. She stares. Maya can't help it. After a whole week of torture, there was someone finally treating her with kindness. She can't help but whisper "You're beautiful"

Mikey just smiles at the compliment. Their skin is lit up in shades of yellow and orange and Maya feels breathless. She wants to kiss him. Fuck it was a stupid thought considering just who Mikey was but she couldn't help it. Her legs tighten around his waist and his smile gets wider, holding her waist tight in return. Hesitantly, Maya wraps her arms around his neck. The water slouches around them, small waves crashing against their shoulders before making their way to shore. Maya doesn't think she's ever felt like this before. Mikey's smile gets a little softer when he sees her looking at his lips. Maya can't help it. She leans in but Mikey pulls his head back. Her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment. "O-Oh sorry—"

She goes to apologize and pull herself out of his grasp but Mikey just holds onto her tighter, one of his hands sliding down her waist to thigh, giving it a squeeze. "You gotta ask for what you want, baby" He murmurs, voice sounding low and just as soothing as the waves crashing against the shore

baby baby baby baby baby

The word echoes in her head. Suddenly her body feels too hot and the water is no longer cold enough. "I... I..." Maya isn't able to get her words out

But Mikey just leans his face in closer and holds her even tighter against him till their chests are pressed together. Maya wonders if Mikey can feel her heart beating. "It's 'kay, baby... I won't deny you of what you want" his hand on her thigh comes up to her face and brushes a wet strand of her hair off her cheek "You just gotta use your words and ask"

Her stomach should not have dropped as low as his voice. He sounds sweet yet authoritative and it's doing something bad to her heart. She can't help it. There is not a thought of Chifuyu in her head right now. Just:

Mikey Mikey Mikey Mikey Mikey Mikey Mikey Mikey

"I..." She sucks in a short breath "Wanna kiss you"

Mikey smiles. It's all soft and sweet. "see that wasn't so hard"

He leans in and kisses her. 

As Mikey's lips met hers in a tender embrace, Maya's world seemed to shift on its axis, every nerve in her body tingling with a surge of electric energy. Maya's heart pounded in her chest, a steady rhythm that echoed the pounding of the waves against the shore, as she surrendered herself to the irresistible pull of Mikey's embrace. In that fleeting instant, as their lips met in a fervent embrace, Maya felt a sense of euphoria wash over her, a feeling of completeness that she had never known before. Mikey's kiss was gentle yet filled with raw intensity, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through Maya's veins. His lips moved with a practiced tenderness, caressing hers in a way that made her heart flutter with anticipation. Without warning his tongue slips into her mouth and the taste of... chocolate? fills her mouth. He licks along the back of her teeth before he pulls back just enough to say "Stick your tongue out f'me"

Maya does as he says and instantly his lips wrap around her tongue and he sucks at it. Maya thinks her head just exploded. She moans into his mouth and her fingers tangle in his wet locks. In return, the tips of Mikey's fingers dig into her waist. She wants more and more and more. Maya doesn't think she's ever felt this damn greedy in her life. They kiss for, however long. It's messy and raw, saliva running down their chins, and now her mouth is filled with chocolate taste. Neither of them wants to pull away but their lungs burn with the need for air. They pull away just enough and a string of saliva connects their lips together. It feels good. Everything feels good. Even better she's sober so she'll remember this feeling later. "Let's go inside hm?" Mikey says breathlessly "It's getting late"

Maya nods but reluctantly lets her legs unwrap from his waist. He leads her back to shore and picks their clothes off the now-cold sand. Mikey holds her hand the entire time as they walk up the deck and back into the beach house. Two towels are already neatly folded on the bed for them. Mikey takes one and gives it to her. As they're drying themselves off, they can't help it. Neither of them can. It's weird. Maya's never felt like this before. She doesn't know what to do with all this built-up desire inside of her so when Mikey takes her towel and lays it on the bed and lowers her onto it, she lets him; when he kisses her again, she lets him; when he unclips her bra, she lets him; when he pulls her panties off, she lets him. "look at chu'" He coos sweet, his thumb brush over her already hard nipple, a small gasp leaving her lips "what a pretty thing"

What made the moment even better was that he was looking at her eyes and not her body. "Can I make you feel good, baby?" Mikey asks, his forehead pressing against her's while his fingers brush over her pelvic bone

She nods but he doesn't go any further. Instead, he says "You've gotta use your words"

So shakily Maya whispers "Yes"

Mikey's fingers trail down and collect her slick on his fingers. Her legs are hooked over his thighs and he's moved back, kind of sitting up so he could see her. His thumb lightly rubs against her clit and she's already seeing stars. "so wet f'me already" he murmurs then spreads her lips apart and looks at her cunt in a way that was filled in admiration "You're so pretty here too baby"

Maya's cheeks flush at his words. "Mikey" she mumbles in embarrassment 

"shh" He hushes then gets to work

He starts with one finger and then gradually adds a second. Mikey comes up to kiss Maya while his fingers work inside her. "So tight, hm... Gonna need a lot of work before I could even fit" He whispers between kisses

Maya barely hears him. She's too overwhelmed with all the pleasurable sensations in her body. Her hands come up to grasp at his shoulders, digging her nails into his pale skin. Mikey starts pressing kisses to her neck, letting his teeth graze over her jaw. Maya's eyes roll back as a coil tightens in her lower belly. "f-fuck 'm gonna—"

"ask for it" He whispers into her ear "ask me if you can"

Maya whimpers helplessly as Mikey's fingers move faster inside her and thumb rubs little figure 8s on her clit. "a-ah wa-wanna come... please" she half sobs

She feels Mikey smile against the fold of her ear then whisper "come"

and without warning, she comes all over his fingers. But he doesn't stop after that. Mikey slows down the pace of his fingers but doesn't stop yet. It becomes slightly painful and she whines. "W-wait Mikey"

"Shhh" he just hushes her and keeps going

Soon it starts to feel good again and now he's sliding down her body. Maya feels his lips on her lower belly, sucking bruises into her skin there then moving to her hip bones and then to her inner thighs. During all that his fingers never stop. It felt so good. Her fingers desperately cling to the towel she is lying on as she whimpers out his name over and over like a prayer. His thumb suddenly moves off her clit and something warm envelopes it instead. Her breath gets stuck in her throat as Mikey sucks on her clit. "w-wait o-oh" Her eyes roll back as she comes again without warning

Maya is gasping out heavy uneven breaths when his fingers slide out of her and Mikey is lapping up at the mess she made, humming softly as he does. A shiver runs through her her. Finally, Mikey sits back up and removes his boxers and oh... It's fucking huge. Mikey sees her reaction and giggles. He fucking giggles. Maya watches as he moves closer again, hooking her legs over his thighs again and lays his hard cock on her stomach, almost as if measuring till where he'd reach. The tip is right against her navel and just the thought of how deep Mikey will reach makes her walls clench on nothing. "looks like it's gonna be a tight fit, hm" he says softly "Can you take it all f'me, baby?"

And just how could Maya say no when he was asking to fuck her into next week so sweetly?

Mikey lines himself up and slowly pushes the tip in. He's not even in all the way, barely actually, and it feels like too much already. "hands at your sides okay" He takes her hands off his shoulder and lays them on either side of her head "No touching me unless I say you can"

He sounds authoritative yet sweet at the same time and it does something to her. Inch by inch he's pushing into her and once he's all the way in, Mikey curses under his breath and presses a kiss to her forehead. "so fuckin' tight" 

He's got one hand holding her waist and the other next to her head, holding himself up over her. Maya on the other hand is trying to breathe. He's huge. Really fucking huge and it feels so good. He prepped her so well it barely even hurts. The stretch feels amazing and she feels full. Mikey pulls back from her but keeps himself buried to the hilt in her cunt. He looks down at where they're connected and groans. He presses a finger beneath her navel and murmurs "'m right here, feel it?"

Maya can't even respond. Her head is up in the clouds. It feels so good and even better when he starts moving his hips. He's slow at first then starts speeding up. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mixed with Mikey's groans and Maya's helpless whimpers and breathy moans. As her hands fly up to hold his shoulders again, Mikey grabs her wrists and pins them back down on either side of her head “Hey— I told you hands at your sides”

Maya weakly whimpers out apologies as her eyes roll back when he hits a particular spot. "f-fu-fuck 'm gonna..."

"ask for it baby... ask for it" Mikey encourages as his hips move at a faster pace and his thumb finds her sensitive clit again "won't ever deny you... all you gotta do is ask for it"

Maya's back arches off the bed. She's barely able to get her words out. Everything feels so good. Sparks of pleasure keep running through her and she feels so good. "w-wanna come... Please Mikey... wanna come" She moans out weakly, fingers clenching and nails digging into her palms

Mikey is pressing kisses to her collarbones now, muttering in a shaky voice "come"

With just a little more encouragement, Maya came for the third time that night. Mikey hasn't pulled out, neither has he come yet. Just as she's coming down from her high, Mikey flips their positions so now she's on top, straddling his hips and he's laying under her. Maya choked out a small sob at the change of position, feeling like he was even deeper inside of her now. "a-ah wa-wait Mikey" she whined, her hands on his abs to keep herself upright on top of him

Mikey holds her waist and sighs in satisfaction. "can do one more f'me too..." he wasn't really asking her but Maya wasn't complaining either as she started moving her hips at a slow shaky pace

She doesn't think she's doing this right but as Maya hears Mikey let out a moan, maybe she is. It feels good. Really fucking good but her thighs are burning and her cunt is pulsing from the overstimulation and oversensitivity. "sh-shit 'm close" Mikey says digging his fingers into her waist "Gon' finish inside, yeah baby? I'll give—ah— you a pill in—hngg— the morning"

Maya's too far gone to really comprehend what he's saying and she just nods frantically as she feels her own release coming again. Mikey gets her to lift her hips up and lean forward, her hands now resting on either side of his head. He grips his waist tight and starts thrusting up into her frantically, chasing after his release. Maya's eyes roll back and tears run down her cheeks. "fuck... I'll fill you up s'good" he groans, moving even faster "So fuckin pretty sh-shit~"

Maya comes first followed right by Mikey. Her body collapses onto his, whimpering weakly at the feeling of him coming inside. It felt warm and her brain felt like it had melted into a pile of mush in her skull. She feels warm and comfortable despite the oversensitivity. Maya is laying there on top of Mikey, her head on his chest and him still buried inside. His fingers caress along her spine and through her hair. "Hey baby, you still with me?" Mikey asks

Maya just hums. She can hear Mikey's heart thrumming where she lays on his chest. It's so comfortable here. She almost didn't wanna get up. But of course Mikey had different plans, he sits up slowly, still inside her and Maya lets out a small whimper. "c-can't again"

He hushes her and presses a kiss to her shoulder. "don't worry baby, won't make you go again... Let's just go get cleaned up"

Mikey slides out and they both hiss from the sensitivity. He carries her to the bathroom and they shower together. Mikey washes her hair and she does the same for him. Even as their wrapped in towels, Mikey helps Maya with her little skincare routine, calling it cute and lets Maya do the same steps with him. It sweet and domestic and Maya almost forgets where she is. No. She did forget where she was. There was not a thought of Izana or the torture she faced— her head was filled with Mikey and Mikey only. "you feel okay?" Mikey asks after she turns off the blow dryer "did I hurt you?"

She shakes her head no, but her eyes showing just how much he had exhausted her body. Once they're both dressed, Mikey lifts her up again and carries her back to his room. The master bedroom belonged to him after all. Maya couldn't help but notice the sheets were changed and their clothes were already picked up off the floor. It's dark out as Mikey tucks her into bed next to him and holds her body close. Maya doesn't think she's ever felt think good in a long time. She's tucked away in his arms, hidden under the blanket. Maya feels... safe.

for now at least.

But that's not what she's worried about. As she looks up at Mikey she can see something. She's only known him for a week but it looks like he hasn't felt more alive in years.

Maya feels the same.

[FEW HOURS EARLIER]

Izana taps his finger against the table. Korean mafia was annoying. He hated dealing with them but Kisaki said they would rather talk to someone who wasn't fully Japanese than some who is. Not that Izana really blames them. Sure he didn't really go to school but he isn't a stranger to the amount of war crimes committed by Japan against Korea. "Well Mr. Kurokawa, I think we have a deal" The Korean man in front of him says in English

Izana gives him his best business smile and hold out his hand. "It will be a pleasure working with you Mr Jeon" He answers back in the same language 

With the deal closed, Izana starts walking back to the car with Kakucho, Kisaki and Rindo. The y get in the car and Rindo starts to drive. Due to habit, Izana opens up the live CCTV footage of the beach house. He skims through it and his eyes narrow as he catches something on the feed. He watches Maya and Mikey play in ocean, splashing water at each other. Amusement fills him, his lips curled into a smirk. He observed them with a mixture of amusement and intrigue, noting the way they splashed water at each other, their laughter carried by the gentle breeze. For a moment, Izana's mind wandered back to his own memories of carefree days spent by the shore, before the weight of his responsibilities had burdened him. There was something oddly nostalgic about watching Maya and Mikey, their laughter echoing against the backdrop of the setting sun.

But as quickly as the sentimentality had surfaced, it was replaced by a calculating glint in Izana's eyes. He knew better than to let his guard down, especially when it came to Maya. There was a game to be played, and he intended to emerge victorious. With a satisfied smirk, he continued to watch the scene unfold on the screen, already formulating his next move.

[END SCENE]

"A body has been found near the docks of Yokohama pier in a car that was set to blaze. Police identify the body as newly graduated psychiatrist, Kaneko Maya, ruled as a suicide as a note was found on scene. Kaneko had been missing for the 2 and a half weeks and—"

Chifuyu chokes back his sobs and turns the news off. 

notes: omg this was the longest chapter I wrote so far. I hope the smut wasn't bad. this is like calm before the storm by the way. shit's gonna get real in the next chapter

next update is on monday

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[niikosia]

; taking ran haitani's dick tonight wasn't in my bucket list.

synopsis: the youthful heiress of the kurokawa-sano corporation went to the fnn club for a night of lighthearted fun and decided to perform as a pole dancer. there, she caught the attention of haitani ran, one of the haitani brothers and the older of the two. the brother placed a 10 million won bet on her behalf.

warning: fem reader, explicit language, dominant ran, passive-aggressive treatment, baton as dildo, baton penetration, hair pulling, clitorical stimulation, erotic dancer, dirty talking, age gap.

I came into the changing room in purple lingerie that seemed more appropriate for the evening and with the attractively disheveled appearance of mine, I puffed away on my cigarette while the exotic dancers, who were positioned nearby, stared on me in wonder.

The youngest heiress of Kurokawa-Sano Corporation was acting in a scandalous manner, which shocked the company's employees, who had noticed.

"I know you. You're the other woman of Mr. Miwako," I said, pointing my finger at the champagne-haired woman who was sitting on a couch and adjusting her hair.

Without regretting my actions, i trudged over to the empty couch and took a seat. The woman with champagne hair nearly lost her cool under my disparaging remarks, but she was merely annoyed.

The woman glared at me and spat, dropping her lipstick on the tiny bureau. "You're such a bitch," she said. The woman next to me became increasingly irritated because, even though she had collected every rouge palette, none of them seemed to pique her interest.

I almost complained about not being able to find the red lipstick shade I was looking for in a tiny box. But I soon discovered the color I desired, Penumbra. My intense gaze stayed fixed on her as I satisfied myself by applying the penumbra lipstick to my voluptuous lips.

I heard someone say, "You're the next heiress of Kurokawa Corporation, yet you're working here as a whore," from behind me.

I said, "None of your business," rolling my eyes upward.

My ink-colored eyes stared at the woman even though I was a comfortable distance away. The woman kept staring at me as I finished applying the penumba lipstick, but my expression stayed neutral.

The conversation was about to take an awkward turn when all of a sudden the door opened, revealing Sano Shinichiro, half-buttoning a black polo shirt and drenched from head to toe.

I cry out, "Shin!" and toss my older brother a towel that's nearby. I thought he must have tripped over someone or something because I was curious as to why he was so wet.

With a faint laugh, Shinichiro scratched his forehead and said, "I just got rejected again."

Just after Shinichiro made his appearance, a white-haired man appeared. He softly smiled at me and said, "You look good." It was none other than Sano Manjiro, my other brother. Kurokawa Izana, my second oldest brother, appeared with a frown just after Manjiro had complimented me.

Izana chastised me, acting as though they were the only ones in the room, saying, "For God's sake, Y/n! You're a successful model and this is your sideline? How could you not be embarrassed?" Instead of arguing or responding to Izana, I gave my older brother Shinichiro puppy-dog eyes and pleaded with him in silence for help.

"Izana is right, Y/n. I could give you a hand by calling Yuzuha about your modeling career," Shinichiro said, arching an eyebrow.

I came to the realization that Izana was probably disliking me and silently passing judgment on me, but he wasn't really able to take action because I am a highly successful model in New York City who is 21 years old.

I said firmly, "I can handle myself without asking for help from any of you."

After exchanging a few glances, Mikey remained impartial, Izana rolled his eyes, and Shinichiro finally shook his head.

They were aware of my attraction to young men; my unpredictable nature had recently landed me in trouble in New York, which was the primary reason they chose to bring me back to Japan for a while.

Mikey felt a wave of annoyance when Izana spoke again. "Iza, what's your problem?" he asked. My eyes grew wide as I shifted between the boys' arguments, not sure how to respond.

Izana took the lollypop out of his mouth and jammed it in my mouth so I couldn't speak. With irritation, he said, "If you really want a big salary from Koko, shut up and go do your damn fucking job at Bonten's 10th anniversary."

I gave my brothers a rolling look and turned to head for the front door. "She's a slut in New York, that's what I heard from there. She fucks men with money for her to become relevant," the champagne-haired woman said, turning back as she stared at my appearance.

I snapped back, clicking my tongue in amusement, "And your mom is one of my brother's hoe."

"You won't pull any Haitani's tonight with that sharp mouth of yours," the woman remarked as I flipped your hair, leaving the strippers with a frustrated expression on their faces.

I confidently strode onto the stage. I am the perfect woman for every man and the star of the club tonight.

Men find me repulsive, but even though I haven't touched the pole yet, I can hear them praising me and placing huge bets on me, showing how amazing I am to them.

I winked at the other strippers after tilting my head back to give them a flying kiss. I silently thought to myself, "Men are disgusting." before I jumped into the pole.

Men began sending me thousands of yen, but I didn't notice any of them. As a result, I continued stripping as if nobody else was present. I was just feeling myself at the moment and didn't give a damn about anyone else.

As I stepped down from the pole and took off my blazer, the older men started to swoon. A little smile came to my lips as the bonten walked in.

I moved toward the bonten, whispering to myself, "Now this is what we call heaven."

Men were speculating with enormous sums of money on me as I approached the Bonten.

I heard the man at the other table bet a sizable amount of money to me for just having sex, and all I could heard was, "I'll take her 100k."

The other guy said, "Mine's 300k," and slammed the case full of cash onto the table.

With his money on the table, the other man exclaimed, "500k."

The bonten was amazed at the huge amount of money the men wanted to bet on me.

"Kaku, why are they betting like that?" Izana asked, crossing his arms. They were talking about his sister's extreme taste in women.

I gasped when I noticed one of the well-known Haitani brothers standing next to my brothers. The tall man, who appeared to be in his thirties and had large, drooping lavender eyes, spoke up and addressed everyone in a deep, bass voice.

The Haitani Ran glared at the other group next to them and said, "10 million for Kurokawa Y/n. If any of you frauds have an objection with my decision, none of you will be able to see the light of day after." Everyone felt uneasy around him because of his intimidating appearance and menacing tone. Catching my wrist and yanking me in the direction of the exit. "What was the purpose of your action?" I asked Ran.

Ran slammed my body against his wide chest and tugged me instead of answering my question. They can still hear the other men complaining about how Ran only needed to make one wager to win me. Given that he is willing to risk millions to have me fuck him, he must think highly of me.

I stated, staring at his boner, "It's not enjoyable for me to fuck with men who have short dicks.

A smirk crossed Ran's lips as his hand began to slither down my ass and squeeze it.

"Your dick is probably as short as your hair."

I become even more curious when Ran allows a small giggle to escape his lips. I flinched the instant Ran touched my flawless skin.

"We'll see about that," was all Haitani could say.

With a slow, sultry gaze, he licked my lower lip and caressed my hand, gently massaging my hand into his man's bone just enough to give him a weak feeling.

My touch was too much for Ran to withstand, so he grabbed my waist angrily and pulled me into the secret room hidden in the departure area. When he lifted my chin to face him, he smacked his lips against mine. I attempted to brush his thin hand, but he ended up pushing me into bed.

"Do you recall asking me what's the dick?" Ran said, unbuckling his belt with one hand while using his free hand to pull something out of the bureau.

"Remember that time you asked me how long my baton was? Just to be clear, which baton are you referring to this?" he asked, pointing to his crotch first. I remembered, somehow, and my eyes widened when he showed me the black baton. "Or this?" I asked.

Legs spreading naturally, a jovial grin reappearing in his mouth, he planted gentle kisses on my thighs follow by a deep bite marks.

"See, you're already a good girl."

Ran was aware of my love for praise.

"How's new york, babe?" Ran asked, trailing the baton up to my inner thigh.

My voice cracks slightly as the baton's tip touches my clitoris part, which is surprisingly aroused already. "G-good," I says.

"You're getting wetter the more my baton touch your slippery clit." I cried as he pulled down my underwear and started rubbing my cherry chap stick in slow pace causing me to whimper with pain and pleasure.

"Does that pussy of yours feel like it has a vibrator?"

I attempted to massage your clit, but he grabbed my hand and smacked it, saying, "You're not allowed to do what you want unless I say so." He continued to rub my clit feebly. My knees are becoming weaker and my body is trembling.

I stared into Ran's large lavender eyes. As soon as Ran got the baton inside of me, tears suddenly appeared in my eyes. He chokes me lightly as he thrust the thing he uses to kill people inside me.

I scream causes my legs to spread apart making him pushes the baton farther than it was before. I was screaming uncontrollably as I experienced the man's pleasure and pain.

When he eventually pried the baton from me, he immediately and without hesitation thrust his dick into me. hunching my back, lifting your hips, and sprinting quickly and forcefully to me.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I can't stop groaning uncontrollably and experiencing both rapture and agony. Both of us were experiencing erotica and had forgotten the outside world. Our movements, our smell, and our touches diverted our attentions.

I tentatively bit his shoulder, pleading for "Ran... more."

Ran said, "You like this don't you?" with a sly smile on his lips as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

He bit the tip of my earlobe and said, "You like when I treat you like the little slut you are?"

With a soft laugh, he says, "You like when I torment you, huh?"

He mumbles in my ear, "You like it when I thrust my dick deeper than you want."

He said in a whisper once more, "You like it when I treat you like an object.

Seductively, he whispered, "You like it when I treat you like one of my girls?"

"I like to fuck you like the fuck doll you are," He say, holding onto the sheets.

"You seem to enjoy it when I ruin this tiny cat of yours." he whispered so softly whilst rubbing my sensitive clit smoothly.

Digging my nails into Ran's back, I found that he has a lot of endurance despite his current situation because he controlled his movements to demonstrate the pleasures of sex to me alone.

I entwine my legs around Ran's sensual waist and say, "yes," allowing him to do as he pleases while biting his shoulder once more.

I was so constricted by each of his deeper thrusts that I managed to mutter, literally gasping, "Ain't no way there's a dick that its 9 i-inches long."

Ran's other hand violently flipped me back while I was gripping the sheets, "Bullshit Haitani-aaghh!" He then stuck his dick inside my asshole, causing me to gasp and start crying, "You got a filthy mouth, little izana." Ran then slapped my ass cheeks, which made me whimper even louder.

I rolled my eyes upward, my eyes still watering, as I heard Ran say, "Wipe those stupid tears of yours or-" as he lowered his hips for more powerful blows.

I stammered out, "I will fucking kill you after this!"

The faster and faster he pounded, the more smirky Ran got as he pulled my hair to him, but it stopped suddenly when someone spoke into the speaker. When he lowered his hips for deeper strokes, I rolled my eyes back and remained motionless, listening to the person on the speaker as I felt his tip hit my G-spot.

"Mic test, mic test, this is your dear Sanzu speaking. I'm sorry to break up your romantic moment, but Rindou and his bike have slid into the canal and he needs assistance."

I felt something odd inside of me, and Ran groaned, tightening his grip on my waist and intensifying his thrust, causing me to arch my back even more and whimper softly. "Fuck Sanzu!" shouted Ran.

Ran said, "I'm gonna fucking cum, you better be obedient when I flipped you," as he flipped me and I gasped and panted loudly. It's clear that Ran was jerking his dick off quickly and aiming for my chest, suggesting that it was firmer and more rigid than I initially thought.

He circled the tip of his dick in mmy hard nipples and cums in between my books while stroking it, and his loud moans soon made me blush.

"This feels so good," he mewled as I felt his liquid filling me up.

a/n: this was written in 2021.

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[petrichoraline]

challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite

tagged by @pondphuwin @callipigio @sparklyeyedhimbo @karebear923 @stormyoceans @loserlesbianongsa @magicaldreamfox1 and @gillianthecat 🥰💖

thank you guys so much, your polls were real fun and also stressful af ✨️ ill say my list outside of bl could be something like

Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Kurokawa Morio (Koi Desu: Yankee-kun to Hakujou Girl)

DFQC (Love Between Fairy and Devil)

Liu Bei Shan (Better Days)

Eight (Todome no Kiss)

tagging @whenthesunn @dangermousie @littleragondin @doublel27 @rythyme 💓

[prettyuglydrug]

request: i've seen the post, i came from ao3 and instagram

i've send the details of the female lead appearance and her interest + personality etc, but i like for you to label her as y/n because i want it to be for other girls as well (that are similar to the female lead because i request/wrote her for being feminine and not the fighting in a gang type). a childhood crush or/to highschool crush would be nice, as for the trope, anything that work with these above.

if it isn't too much, i like for her to be not the popular or cool or mysterious type, please just a normal girl that just start highschool.

maybe a little bit common and not too much of a main-character vibe (but don't get rid of all, she still needs it in her -mc energy). i think it be interesting to see a stand-by (npc) type of girl but in a pov of a readers with plot but not as a side story.

thank you very much for taking request, i'm looking forward to it thankkyuuuu <33

Taking request, from Anonymous

Title: Porcelain Heart, Part 1

"Mrs Kurokawa,.. Kurokawa y/n, sounds nice..."

A little bit of introduction, L/n Y/n is a girl standing X'X in one sock and has a big doll eyes and a small frame. A petite girl with an extremely feminine features, she was and has always been quite popular but because of her shy demeanor, she was only known for her face rather than her personality. Her circle is small and its all really just her appearance, she wasn't the 'cool' type of popular, but still, known. But that changes when she enters highschool, she was just another face and nothing really special about her because at this age, a natural and more mature-looking woman look is more desired among teenage(highschool) boys. Though the adults seems to like the opposite, which y/n find quite...strange, or rather disturbing. All the other girls are beautiful, she supposed it was puberty and the glow up trend, there's a lot that are more shockingly beautiful than her. So many girls and she's no longer one of a kind. At least that is what she thought.

She had the same interest just as when she was a little girl, still like dolls and tea party, but of course, now that she's a bit older, she still plays with dolls but it leans more towards collecting and baking and have a nice evening. She pick up a new interest that every girls would when they turn the age, that is makeup and fashion. But out of all that, one thing she hasn't experienced yet is love. Teenage love, True love, Platonic love or anything that has to do with that. She was never interested in any boys, yet she has so much love to give and many that are willing to receive as well but they're just not....'him'. And by 'him', y/n meant whoever that God has destined for her. She knew fate will bring him to her, because she is, and has always been religious. But even though she never experience a romantic relationship, she believes in love at first sight, because that was the only time she ever felt something for a boy. She couldn't differentiate what, or whether if she's feeling love or a genuine like, or maybe a connection to him. That, we took it back from the beginning.

7 years old Little Y/n is heading to the store to buy a milk, but the store she usually goes to was unfortunately close for a week due to a personal reason. She has to go to another store that was just a bit far from her home and the store she usually went to. That is when she saw the most beautiful boy. It was in the mid of winter and she was passing by an orphanage, she saw a uniquely beautiful boy there. His hair was white and his eyes are the color of lilac, his eyelashes are heavy like the snow. His tan complexion glow even through winter. The boy were playing with his friend, and why, she never thought he looked back at her. And his gaze, his eyes remind her of a sorrowful angel. Though he was smiling, maybe that's just the way his eyes look. But even so its beautiful. He just looked at her, and she couldn't keep her gaze anymore. Y/n turn around and ran, her heart is beating in an unusual pace from running like its the last day on earth, it felt almost like its coming out of her mouth or her chest. After that, she stopped coming to the usual store even after a week, she took the long road just to look at him but he never notices her after that. She was too shy to greet him and so. But one day, he disappeared. After a month of consistent effort, she never get his name nor does she know if he was still alive. And that was the first and the last time their eyes ever met.

Until today, here in the present, Y/n L/n, 16 years old girl and highschool has just begun. It was at the entrance, she was changing her shoes and happen to turn when someone open a shoe locker few boxes away from her. That, was again, a love at first sight. She knew, she just knew that was him. 9 years has passed and he popped out of nowhere, nothing romantic about the way she found him again, not like in the romantic books at all. But it was enough, she was grateful and almost break into tears. But he walk pass her like she was nothing, because she is, nothing. A few period has passed and she couldn't concentrate, all she had in mind is the questions regarding his personal information. 'the same school?' 'what year?' 'which class?' It goes on until recess. She went out to search for the boy, to see him again and more closer this time. She wanted to see his face and the excitement she felt in her chest, her heart beats but in a good way that is no longer like throwing up, but it felt like its dancing to its own beat. At the hallway, y/n stop her track as she came closer to the window and spotted him on the other side of the hallway. It was him, she couldn't see his face yet still, it was just the back of his head. He was talking with 2 of his friends, one was tall with a braid on while the other one was slightly shorter and has a round-frame glasses on. The boy that y/n searched for a long time is now back, even though he never knew her existence she thought it was better. There was nothing between them therefore she could make a good impression when she finally had the chance.

Present:

Y/n saw him, just the back of his head but even just that is sending thrills down her spine. What is this good feeling? it feels like excitement and fear all together. How she wanted to look into his eyes again, she wanted to see his face but she doesn't want him to turn around and saw her.. looking at him from here. 'That be embarassing', she thought.

Little did she know that is what about to happen because the braid guy, just because the braid guy tilt his head. And saw y/n presence.

Read for Request:

Hi, this is prettydrug, your hello-kitty drugstore manager. I have not had much time to finish this so this is just part 1, i will continue and post it, but i am super busy so it might take a little while. I decided to make it a bit longer since i find it very intriguing, thank you for sending me details, it help to make it easier to write it down since i do not have to filled in the details myself under a request.

For the people who read this, if you're interested, please send me a request as well. I like taking short story as a form of practice, maybe someday i like to make a living by writing, it would help a lot if you request.

However please noted, preferably i like to take request from tokyo revengers fandom, since i watch it, its easier to write their character unlike for example, if i write down a levi aot story, i only know he's cool and somewhat nonchalant? from edits but i won't be able to write his character accurately because i didn't know him and that would be disappointing for requester.

Looking forward to gather and interact with Tokrev Fandom again :) (i broke my phone, my edit, writing and twitter account died since 2022 december)

[sweveniv]

MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter one. | masterlist.

“The only man I love is myself.” – Kurokawa Y/N.

October 17, 2018

New York City, USA.

I took a sip of my caramel macchiato and crossed my legs, feeling the soft fabric of my dress brush against my legs. I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the mirror in front of me. My hair was carefully styled into a sleek low ponytail, and my makeup was perfectly applied, highlighting my strong features.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and relaxing for just a moment before my makeup artist and hairdresser returned to fix any final details. We'd been shooting all day long, and I was starting to feel the fatigue of the long hours. This was the last set of the day, and I couldn't wait to be done.

As I glanced at the clock, I realized it was already 10 in the evening, and I hadn't eaten a meal since 1pm. I let out a heavy sigh and reached for my phone, which had been bombarded with messages from the Mayor of Roppongi for the hundredth time this week.

I shook my head and pondered whether I should reply to him or not. On one hand, not replying would be rude, but on the other hand, I didn't want to give him false hopes since I have no feelings for him. I put my phone down and tried to focus on the shoot, but I couldn't help but feel distracted by the Mayor's persistence.

The modeling world could be quite cut-throat, and one of the most sought-after models in New York City was me, Y/n Kurokawa.

My life had always been about career first, men second, and that was not going to change anytime soon. The Mayor of Minato city, Ran Haitani, was a well known figure in the industry, and many would tell me that I should give him a chance. They would say things like, "He's the Mayor of one of the most popular cities in Japan, and he's the son of one of the richest men in Japan, who wouldn't want to marry into that?" But I would never make the mistake of putting a man before my career, no matter how rich or powerful he was. I loved being a model, and I was not going to give up on my dreams and my happiness for the sake of a man.

I've already made that clear to Ran Haitani, and despite his repeated attempts to win me over, I refuse to bend. I will always love my career more than men, and I refuse to put myself in a position where I could be seen as a trophy or a prize to be won.

I'm perfectly content being the independent, successful, and highest paid model in New York, and I don't need a man to complete me. The only man I love is myself, and I refuse to compromise on that.

Everyone turns to stare at the sound of the knock, and they seem to be in awe of whoever might be behind it. They seem to be anticipating what might come next, knowing that the knock has specific implications.

"Ma'am Mr. Haitani delivered us food for dinner."

As the makeup artist spoke, my eyes widened in surprise. I let out a small chuckle, and the others in the room joined me as well, laughing together at the absurdity of it all.

The Mayor of Roppongi was known for his incredible wealth, and his ability to afford not only our meals, but countless other things as well, was truly impressive. It was as though money was no object for him, and the fact that he was willing to spend it so freely on us was nothing short of remarkable.

I took a moment to compose myself and replied, "I see... well, let us not let his generosity go to waste. Everyone, let us indulge in this meal and enjoy it to the fullest." The makeup artist nodded her head and began to serve the food, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratefulness towards the Mayor.

In a world where wealth and power often seemed to be synonymous with coldness and cruelty, it was refreshing to see someone so openly kind and generous. I could see the smiles on the faces of my colleagues as well, and knew that we were all thinking the same thing.

My phone rang, and I immediately picked it up, recognizing Ran's voice on the other end.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ran asked as I heard him drink his whiskey. I could hear the ice cubes clinking in the background as he spoke.

"I'll just pack whatever's left on the table and eat at the hotel since I lost my appetite to eat right now," I replied. Ran's voice was low and husky, and I could hear the slight slur in his words. I couldn't help but think about my busy schedule for the following day. I had a packed schedule of appointments, and I needed to make sure I was well-prepared for each one.

"I appreciate the dinner by the way," I said. casually.

As I leaned back in my chair, I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. The day had been long and tiring, with meeting after meeting and project after project. My body was starting to feel the strain, and all I wanted to do was escape to the hotel and collapse into the soft, warm embrace of my bed.

I pictured myself in a silky sheet laying without thinking my schedules and work.

I had a early morning flight back to Japan the next day, and I knew that I needed to get some rest if I was going to make it. The thought of climbing into bed and letting go of the day's stresses was almost too inviting to ignore.

I pictured myself sinking into the soft sheets, the pillows cradling my head as I drifted off to sleep. The comfort of the bed would wash away the tired feeling in my muscles, allowing me to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the challenges of the day.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?" he asked.

"10 in the morning," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. I signaled to my assistant, requesting them to place the container of leftovers on the table into a plastic bag. 'Whatever's left on the table must be eaten.' That's what my brother used to say when I was a kid.

After 15 minutes of conversation with the mayor, I finally placed my phone back on the small desk and stood up to pack some of my important belongings, ready to head back to the hotel. My exhaustion was apparent, and I was eager to rest and relax at the hotel.

"Hiroshi, could you please grab my belongings so we can depart for the hotel?" I said politely to my long-time driver.

Hiroshi has been my confidant since I was little, as my mother entrusted me to his care. Hiroshi had promised to protect me at all costs, even if it meant laying down his life for mine, but I wasn't about to let that happen. Hiroshi has served as a father figure for me over the years, attending all school performances, family days, holidays, and special events. He means more to me than my own parents, and I can't bear the thought of losing him - he's like a parent to me.

Hiroshi nodded curtly and collected my belongings, placing them gently in the corner. Together, we left the company building and walked outside into the fresh air. Soon after, I heard the familiar sound of him chuckling at my side.

"Looks like Mr. Haitani is still pining for you, despite being rejected numerous times." The thought of Ran constantly reaching out to Hiroshi for assistance to talk to me made my heart flutter, and I couldn't hold back a smile.

"That man doesn't know how to give up, doesn't he?" I said as I looked at the surroundings.

"He's nothing if not persistent," Hiroshi said with a chuckle. "But you know he cares deeply for you, as do I. He's just not always the greatest at expressing it."

As I looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the city at night, I reflected on the complex nature of Ran's feelings for me. Despite his awkward attempts at courting me, I could sense the sincerity behind his actions, the warmth of his affection.

I turned to Hiroshi with a wry smile. "That's what makes him such a unique character, I suppose."

After a long day at work, I couldn't wait to retreat to the sanctuary of my hotel room. The moment I entered, I slipped off my high heels and laid them on the floor, before removing my blazer and hanging it up. I then sauntered to the bathroom and got to work on treating myself to a relaxing bath.

I filled the tub with warm water and carefully dropped a beautiful Sakura bath bomb into it, stirring the water with my hand to activate the colors and fragrance of the flower. I then climbed into the tub, laying my back against the soft, cushioned surface.

The scent of cherry blossoms and the feeling of the warm water against my skin was nothing short of heavenly. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation, letting the stress of the day wash away. For this moment, I was completely at peace.

As I laid in the tub, the warm water surrounding me like a soothing embrace, my thoughts began to wander. Tomorrow was a busy day, with a long flight to catch and a birthday celebration to attend. Izana, my second oldest brother, had insisted that I attend the party, as it was a family gathering. I had agreed casually, knowing that Izana would not take "no" for an answer.

I reflected on the various people I would see at the party, wondering what it would be like to catch up with my extended family after so much time had passed. I also considered the logistics of the trip, wondering how early I needed to wake up in order to make my flight.

Despite these concerns, I felt deeply content in the moment, my muscles relaxing under the water. The scent of the Sakura bath bomb filled my nostrils, and the sound of the water lapping around me lulled me into a state of calm. I resolved to savor this moment of relaxation, knowing that the upcoming week held many challenges and responsibilities.

The sound of my alarm clock pulled me from my slumber like a siren's song, and my body immediately sprung to action. I stretched my arms high above my head and released the tension from the night's sleep, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day.

But as I opened my eyes, I noticed something amiss. A familiar scent, one that I knew too well, lingered in the air. It was a scent that I could never mistake, one that immediately made my pulse race.

I looked around the room, searching for the source of the scent, and a warm, familiar, and comforting feeling washed over me.

"Izana's here," I whispered to myself.

As the realization of Izana's presence sunk in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and exasperation. Why would my brother, who often seemed stricter and less understanding than my other siblings, come to visit me so early in the morning? Surely there must be some reason, some business that required his immediate attention.

Or was it simply that I was the youngest and he felt it was his right to keep an eye on me? That was the reason Izana usually gave, but it was one that I had always found annoying. I was a grown woman, perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and I didn't need my brother breathing down my neck all the time.

Still, I knew better than to argue with him. Izana was always adamant about getting his way, and there was no telling him no. With a deep sigh, I got out of bed, determined to get whatever it was over and done with as quickly as possible.

Izana placed his phone on the table as he looked at me, his lavender eyes conveying a sad expression. "Oh look, the brat's awake," he said, his tone disdainful. Even though the words were harsh, his voice was almost melodic, and the sound of it in the still air was like the sound of a soft, gentle rain. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on, and I could feel the weight of his stare on me.

The intensity of his eyes, locked on me, made me feel as if I were a caged animal being watched, and I found myself wanting to squirm under his gaze. "I came here to buy gifts for Emma's baby," he said with a sharp tone, "and I decided to pick you up since you said you're going home today." His words were filled with something I couldn't quite place, a mixture of anger and indifference that made me uneasy.

"And I brought a homemade breakfast made by Shinichiro," he added, his tone now more relaxed. I felt a smile creeping up my face at the mention of my big brother's cooking, and I quickly hopped down from the bed, eager to try what he had prepared.

As I entered the kitchen area, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my nostrils, and I felt my mouth watering. On the counter, a plate of homemade waffles and bacon was set, and I found myself feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity as I dug in.

The waffles were golden and crispy, and the bacon was perfectly cooked, crispy on the outside and still chewy on the inside. The sweet taste of maple syrup on the waffles combined with the salty flavor of the bacon to create a delicious combination, and I found myself savoring every bite.

As I ate, Izana sat across from me, his expression unreadable. It was as if he was in his own world, his thoughts elsewhere, and I found myself wondering what was going on in his head.

Our silence was punctuated by the occasional sounds of silverware on plates and drinks being poured, but it felt like there was an unspoken tension in the air that neither one of us wanted to address. It was as if we both knew there was something that needed to be said, but neither of us was willing to be the first one to bring it up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Izana spoke, his voice low and almost soothing. "I want to apologize for yesterday," he said, his tone laced with emotions that I couldn't quite place.

"I know I shouldn't have said what I did, and I regret it. I'm sorry." His words seemed to hang in the air for a moment.

"I was just shocked when people from social media kept posting your image with your ex-boyfriend at the Barcelona City..." Izana exclaimed while taking a sip of my coffee.

The moment he spoke, I felt a shiver run down my spine. A feeling of unease settled deep in my stomach as I wondered what Izana was going to say next.

Izana leaned forward, as if he were going to whisper something in my ear. But he didn't. Instead, he spoke in a tone that seemed to carry a hidden meaning. "Let's just say I have my ways." He leaned back and took another sip of his coffee, leaving me to wonder what he really knew.

"You need to be careful with things like that," Izana continued, his voice almost sounding worried. "People these days are always looking for something to gossip about. They'll jump on anything they can get their hands on."

I knew he was right, of course. But I couldn't stop myself from going into denial. "I'm not doing anything wrong," I said, my voice sounding more defensive than I meant it to. "I'm just living my life."

Izana shook his head, a look of sadness in his eyes. "You don't realize how much this can impact your future," he said. But before he could say anything else, a loud beeping sound filled the room, followed by a sharp hissing noise as the stove turned itself off with a click.

"Looks like your meal is ready," Izana said with a smile. He reached inside the oven and pulled out a tray, the scent of delicious food filling the air as he placed it on the table.

I took a deep breath, my appetite suddenly returning in full force. "What did you make?" I asked, my voice sounding genuinely grateful.

"Shinichiro's signature pasta dish," Izana said with a smile. "I know it's your favorite."

I grinned, already reaching for the dish. "Thank you," I said, my voice sounding genuinely grateful. "Thank you for picking me up, and for the breakfast."

"Oh and by the way, Y/N, why was Ran's polo in your penthouse?" Izana asked, clearly suspicious. As soon as the words left his mouth, my heart sank and my eyes widened, as if I had just seen a ghost. I had to keep my cool, act like everything was normal.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. I had to stay calm and act innocent, no matter how hard it was. Izana gave me a pointed look, clearly not believing me.

"I've been doing some digging," he stated, his tone implying that he knew more than I did. "Apparently, you've been seeing Ran. And he has quite the reputation in this industry. I don't want you to throw away your career over some sleazebag."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I'm a grown adult, Izana," I answered, sounding more defensive than I meant to. "And I can make my own decisions."

Izana narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, studying me like he was trying to figure me out. "Just be careful," he warned. "This industry can be brutal."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I will," I promised.

Izana seemed to accept my answer, but the tension in the air remained. We finished our meal in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

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french kiss (10)

syn ->  rindou has a crush on his older brother’s best friend. and literally doesnt know how to express his feelings. but when ran isn’t available and you come yo him for advice, he has an idea.

beware of.. gun use, attempted murder, marijuana use, izana is... not exactly sane

~

after the party happened, life was a entire blur for rindou.

he didn’t know where he was going in life anymore, what he was doing, and why he wanted to do it.

the man quickly dropped out of any class he had with you, even his photography major.

rindou found comfort in liquor, weed, and women.

the door to the haitani's house swung open, the younger haitani and a woman following behind.

she was giggling as rindou began to drag her up the stairs.

her panties were obviously hanging out of his pockets.

a gun being cocked to could be heard, making the haitani and his companion freeze just on the first step.

"go any further and i'll put a bullet in your head." the person said quickly.

before rindou could dash up the stairs with the girl in tow, a shot was let out and the gun was cocked yet again.

"i'll state this again. go any further and i will put a bullet in your head. i don't ever fuckin miss either." the voice repeated, getting louder.

rindou and the woman put their hands up, not budging from their spot.

the person hummed in approval, before another person approached.

"don't move lady. back up slowly and step out of the house." another voice said, this time being muffled.

after a couple seconds, the woman was gone from rindou's side and he still hadn’t move.

he was weighing his options.

"rindou take off your pants and do the hokey pokey." the voice from the beginning giggled, finally sounding familiar.

izana fucking kurokawa.

rindou turned around and shot the older male a glare, and a nasty one indeed.

"i thought you promised you wouldn't shoot." kakucho sighed, taking the ski mask off himself and looking at izana with a raised eyebrow.

"yeah, and then mr. p-i-m-p got some funny ideas." izana scoffed, flicking the lights on and putting the gun down.

rindou glared the older male down even, rolling his eyes.

"i'm not a fucking pimp." rindou snapped at him, stepping down the step to get in izana's face.

"oh i couldn't call virgin rinnie a pimp. i'm calling you panties-in-my-pocket." izana cooed with a grin, flicking the pink thong that was still hanging out his pocket teasingly.

rindou growled and almost swung at izana, buta firm grip on his shoulder stopped him.

"stop it." ran said, looking down at his little brother with a glare worse than his if not matching his own.

rindou knew his older brother was not trying to stop a fight, or even start one.

he was trying to stop a murder of his most important family member from taking place in front of his eyes.

ran was saving rindou from the agony he'd have to go through if he dared to try and hit izana.

"well this was such a welcoming party." izana grumbled, walking away from the brothers and popping open the liquor cabinet.

“didn’t we have a welcoming party just last week?” kakucho asked, sliding on top of the counter near the fridge.

“what? that girl’s engagement party?” izana snorted, looking back at the haitani brothers with a smirk.

rindou rolled his eyes and begun heading upstairs, scowl deep on his face.

everyone thought this was a fucking joke. like his long time feelings for someone was harshly crushed before his eyes was funny.

“hey what about my hokey pokey?” izana asked, holding his hands up with a frown.

~

rindou sat on the swinging seat of his balcony, spliff in his hand as his eyes were closed. he enjoyed the night air in roppongi.

he heard ran’s sliding door open, but stayed silent. if it was his brother, he didn’t have anything to say.

if it was kakucho, maybe he’d say a few words. he doubts they’ll be nice though.

he doesn’t know how he’ll react if it’s izana.

so he decides on keeping his eyes closed, sprawling out on the seat and keeping the spliff in his grasp.

“that big ass seat and you’re taking it all up for yourself?” izana chuckled, nudging his legs off to sit.

“ran has one. use it.” rindou said quickly, keeping his eyes closed.

“but look at where the blunt is~” izana cooed teasingly, snatching the blunt from him and putting it in his mouth.

rindou sighed and looked at izana, who was looking right back at him.

“heard you lost the big v to her.” izana said, leaning back and taking a pull from the blunt.

rindou nodded, fixing his position to get comfortable. ran must’ve told him the night of the party.

“did you enjoy it?” izana asked cheekily, nudging rindou with his elbow.

rindou chuckled, shrugging the older man off him. “yeah. i did. we went for at least 5.” rindou sighed.

“five minutes?! jesus-” “five rounds asshole.” rindou cut the older male off, shooting him a look.

izana laughed, handing rindou back the spliff and watching him take a pull off it.

“remember when we first met?” izana asked, closing his eyes and leaning back.

“you gave me one of the worst ass beatings of my life. how could i forget?” rindou chuckled, blowing the smoke out of his nose.

izana nodded, dusting off his shoulders with a smile. mother fucker was still proud of himself.

“you were so much weaker then. you’ve gotten stronger now. more balls too.” izana admitted, holding his hand out.

rindou scoffed, handing him the blunt and looking at him.

“but you’re still the soft hearted rinball i knew.” izana smiled, fixing his posture and taking a pull before tossing the roach off the balcony.

rindou rolled his eyes, opening his phone and checking the time. it was almost one in the morning.

he turned off his phone and leaned back, closing his eyes once more and sighing.

“tell me about her rin. it’s been half a year, and i haven’t heard from you. catch me up.” izana suggested, flicking the new piercing rindou had gotten.

he winced, slapping izana’s tan hand away from his ear.

the piercing he got was a daith one. the one to help with migraines.

izana knew rindou had been prone to them for the entire time izana knew he existed. it was one of the things they had in common.

rindou remembered that, which is why he told izana everything in excruciating detail.

minus the sex part of course.

he rambled about his birthday, when he went out, that fucking inupi, how you had chosen inupi over him, everything.

and izana listened.

izana turned his phone off and gave rindou his upmost attention, even responding with exaggerated answers.

but when rindou was finished, izana had realized the state he put himself in.

embarrassment.

it was one of those situations where you don’t feel embarrassed until it’s verbally pointed out.

izana sighed, leaning back and thinking about everything rindou had said to him for the past half hour or so.

“why don’t you just.. kill him?” izana asked, looking over at rindou with a confused expression.

rindou sighed, playing with his fingers and frowning. “for what? a girl that won’t even blink my way anymore?” rindou muttered.

“point taken.” izana responded, crossing his arms and thinking.

the two of them sat in complete silence for the first time that night, not knowing what to say or what to do.

“but rin. life goes on. you can’t let her ruin everything. that’s what she wants.” izana said, facing the younger man.

rindou didn’t budge.

“she’s getting married to a man that i’m 89 percent sure doesn’t even want her forreal.” izana chuckled, shaking his head.

rindou looked at him confused. “why do you say that?” rindou asked.

izana looked back at him and raised his eyebrow. “you remember kokono? hajime kokonoii?” izana asked.

rindou blinked quietly, trying to remember who he was.

“dickhead, he asked you for the mic at the party last week.” izana groaned in annoyance, glaring at rindou.

rindou nodded, deciding to pretend to know who the fuck izana was about to tell him about.

“it’s taking every bone in my body not to punch the shit out of you. the moneymaker of tenjiku.” izana said, running his hands through his hair.

“that guy!” rindou exclaimed, sitting up from his seat with wide eyes.

that’s why he was so casual in asking for the mic at the party! he knew rindou before he’d gone to college!

izana groaned and leaned back. god just couldn’t spare rindou a bit more braincells when making him?

“anyways. i’m 65 percent sure they were about to fuck in that bathroom before the announcement.” izana sighed, looking at rindou.

rindou raised his eyebrow in confusion and looked at izana. he had a serious expression on his face.

“i won’t go into detail and i wouldn’t say this to anyone. but just know. dicks in mouths.” izana said, lifting his hands in surrender.

rindou rolled his eyes and tried to get the image out of his head.

“all i’m saying is don’t get too butthurt over it. she’ll be back.” izana stated, waving him off.

“how are you so sure?” rindou asked, standing up and watching him begin to walk away.

izana stopped in his footsteps and turned to rindou, bewildered.

“i’m izana motherfuckin kurokawa. i’ve been wrong 20 percent of my life.” izana said, crossing his arms in defense.

rindou raised his eyebrow and mocked his stance, staring at izana.

izana sighed and turned back to the door, opening it and walking in while muttering ‘maybe 25′ loud enough for rindou to hear.

at least it made him giggle.

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Love Under a Leaky Parasol - Part 6

The daily letters she receives from Jiro make her feel like she’s missing out on his life, on their life together. She can’t take the distance anymore. It all becomes unbearable… Being away from someone you love is the hardest thing in the world. One morning, after a heavy snow, Nahoko decides to leave the sanatorium. She’s aware of how advanced her illness is, but she is also acutely aware of the emotional toll of being separated from Jiro. The longing to be with him is undeniable and unstoppable. She yearns to share in his experiences, to feel his presence, to be a part of his life. While her choice may seem reckless, it is also a reflection of her deep connection with Jiro and her desire to live a life full of love and companionship, even if it means facing challenges. By this point, Nahoko decides to make the most of the time she has left. Her decision to leave the sanatorium is a reflection of her courage and her strength. She knows what she wants, and she is willing to fight for it.

Jiro rushes to the Nagoya train station after he gets a call from Mr. Satomi telling him his daughter left the sanatorium. He desperately searches for her in the crowd and manages to find her in the distance. He dashes madly across the platform. Nahoko tries to avoid the crowd to join him. Miyazaki does something very interesting in this scene: As I said before, he doesn’t go into the nitty-gritty of tuberculosis symptoms, but in this scene, Jiro starts running towards her, and we cannot make out any of the detail on the faces of the people in the background. As for Nahoko, we can see the faces in the background with great detail – a tiny clue that, even at her top speed, she’s not running anymore. At this point, her body can’t keep up with her will to live. It’s a subtle yet powerful visual metaphor – a poignant way of communicating the struggles she faces, emphasizing the emotional and physical toll of her choice to be with Jiro.

They reunite in a desperate embrace as she falls into his arms, breathless. He was worried of not being able to find her in the crowd since he’s nearsighted. He’s only human after all, he has his own limitations. He asks her if she can walk. She nods, showing an absolute determination to fight for her life with the man she loves. As he guides her out of the train station, she laments that she has to go back to the sanatorium; she just came down because she desperately needed to see him. Just as desperate to not lose her again, Jiro convinces her to stay with him. It doesn’t need much convincing, though. Her strategy of bargaining for more time was doomed to failure, and she's happy to realize that their distance only served to sharpen Jiro’s priorities. She couldn’t agree with him more: their love is precious, they need to be together to cherish every moment they have.

Jiro takes Nahoko back to the Kurokawa residence, where he has been hiding from the secret police. His boss disapproves of her staying there with Jiro since they aren’t married. Jiro is more than happy to remedy that. His boss has doubts about Jiro’s hurry to marry. He tells him “If you care about her, you’ll send her back immediately.” To which Jiro responds: “I can’t do that. I’d have to give up my work.” Mr. Kurokawa worries that Nahoko won’t fare well outside the sanatorium, but Jiro understands that nothing can truly cure her illness. Still, he would be willing to go back to the sanatorium with her and give up his job. Jiro’s work as an airplane designer is a fundamental part of his identity, and his willingness to sacrifice it all for the sake of his relationship with Nahoko demonstrates the depth of their love and commitment to one another. 

An improvised wedding takes place that very night with Mr. Kurokawa and his wife as their witnesses. Nahoko and Jiro pledge their lives to each other, declaring their intention to create a lasting bond that will endure through the ups and downs of life. The film beautifully navigates the intersections of love, sacrifice, and the pursuit of personal dreams, making these characters and their journey all the more relatable and emotionally resonant. Later that evening, Nahoko tells Jiro that it feels as if she’s dreaming. Her words reflect the exhilaration she feels. In Jiro, she found a partner worth fighting for, someone from whom she feels an unconditional love, and their wedding vows serve as a declaration of their unwavering devotion to each other. It’s an enchanting moment where they’re swept away by the intensity of their emotions and are transported to a higher plane of existence, where the boundaries of reality are dissolved and the only thing that matters is the connection between two souls.