#toyko manji x you

[izunx]

thank you fanfic writers out there cus its so fuckin hard managing a page and writing everyday bye 

[sugawhaaa]

MITSUYA ONE-SHOT

I know I'm young but....

💄pairing::dom!mitsuya x fem!sub!reader

💋warnings::smut

💄genre::fluff to smut, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving) a bit of teasing, little bit of edging, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) he gets a phonecall mid way through,

💋A/N:: I am a terrible person for this one...but I can't stop reading my own fanfic over and over.

💄taglist:: @main-character0 @stayarmymoa-atiny @i-literally-cant-with-this

Your boyfriend was in second year of high-school and you? You were a bit younger…no one knew because you knew if you told ANYONE it'd be "only in ohio," or other bullshit. You'd rather keep your relationship between you and Mitsuya. That was until you were getting ready to leave at the end of a rainy day in March. You went outside to meet up with your friends but instead you found your boyfriend waiting for you with an umbrella and a box of chocolates. 

"Mitsuya, babe what's all this for?" You said as you rushed under the umbrella, hiding from the rain. He shrugged.

"I knew these were your favorite chocolates so I grabbed them. Here I can take your bag," he said as he gestured for you to give your bag to him. You smiled and handed it to him. You held onto his arm as you walked home with him.

"What's the occasion for all of this?" You looked up at him. He shrugged.

"Can't I show my girlfriend some love?" He chuckled with a grin. You smiled as you stared at him in admiration. 

"I suppose you can…" you smiled with pink cheeks. He offered you the chocolates and you opened the box, taking one out of the wrapper. You bit into it and melted from the amazing flavors. 

"Anything interesting happened in school today?" He asked as he held the umbrella over you. 

"Not really honestly," you hummed before taking the second bite of your chocolate. "Though I think someone found out I have a boyfriend…" you kicked a rock in your path as you spoke. 

"Oh? Do they know it's me?" He asked worriedly knowing that you don't want people to know the age gap of your relationship. 

"No, but they do know he's a member of toman," you explained. A hint of embarrassment in your voice. 

"Then they should know, not to make a big deal out of it or," he threw a fist up. He put his hand down and smiled. "Trust me no one is gonna get in the way of our relationship," he nodded and you smiled at his loyalty. "If anyone tries it's game over for them," he explained. You looked up at him and realized something different.

"Wait, did you get a haircut?" You asked out of the blue. Mitsuya nodded. "No way! So that's why you're not in school," you connected the dots. The hair appointment must've been during the last ish period of the day so when he finished his hair cut he went to go meet you. 

"Akkun did it for me," he grinned. You looked up at him surprised. You and Akkun knew each other in the past and he was one of the main toman members you really knew.

"Wow, he's really taking this hairdresser thing seriously. I'm proud of him," You smiled and noticed Mitsuya's hair getting wet. You blushed as you noticed his long hair sticking to his neck and jawline. 

"He's the kind of man to stick to what he says," he smiled at you before noticing you were staring at him. You jumped and looked away. He tilted his head. "Did you miss me~?" He teased and leaned closer to you. 

"H-Hey!" You hit his arm lightly and he laughed, backing up again. 

"You're so cute," he chuckled before stopping at the crosswalk with you. 

"Stop it! You know I'm not," you blushed and stepped back. He moved the umbrella to follow you. 

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're adorable," he chuckled with a grin. You crossed your arms and shook your head before the crosswalk sign lit up. 

"At least once more," you walked across the street with him. Your house was only a few steps away from there. He walked you up to your door, holding your hand like a princess as he helped you up the stairs. He held the umbrella over your head as you went to your door. He closed the umbrella and handed it to you. 

"I know you don't have an umbrella so I bought this one for you," he smiled as he offered it to you but you shook your head.

"No way you keep it. Your house is a long walk away and it's pouring," you explained as you pushed the umbrella back to him. He frowned. 

"No. I bought this one for you. Look, it has little koalas on the inside of it," he pointed to the cartoon koalas drawn on the inside. You laughed but refused to take it. He pouted at you.

"Fine I'll take it BUT you have to stay at my house until the rain dies down," you said as you took the umbrella and let him inside.

"Doesn't your mom always say 'no boys' when I'm at work!'" He impersonated your mother. You chuckled at his impression as you took off your jacket. 

"Yeah but she always stays at work until like 9pm and she has never come home earlier. There was one time like 3 years ago when she came back at 7pm and I was just eating tteokbokki," you explained as you took your bag from Mitsuyas shoulder. He shrugged.

"Okay whatever you say," 

"And if I explained why you were here she would totally understand," you smiled as you took off your shoes. Your school stockings caught Mitsuyas eyes. He blushed as he caught himself staring at your legs and skirt. He shook his head and took off his shoes as well. 

"Yeah that's true. Your mom is very nice," he smiled as he watched you set down your bag and root through your stuff. 

"As you're well aware I make dinner for myself every night so what would you like?" You smiled as you found your phone in your bag. 

"It's okay I can cook," he explained as he stood behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. 

"N-No, you're my guest so I'll cook," you tried to stay focused on the task at hand but his hands were distracting you. His hands went under your shirt and softly caressed your skin. His hands were warm and soft. "M-Mitsuya…" you said softly. 

"Let's cook together," he said quietly in your ear. He let go of you and moved toward the cupboards of your kitchen. Your heart was still racing as you looked at him. He smiled calmly as he looked through the cupboards. "We could make some chicken katsu. Pepper, ½ cup ketchup, 3 tablespoons of worcestershire sauce, 2 tablespoons of soy sauce, chicken, panko and rice, some cabbage," he listed the ingredients and measurements as he grabbed everything. "And…" he went to the fridge but you were already there with 2 eggs.

"Two large eggs," you smiled as you handed the eggs to him. "It's amazing how you remember every ingredient to every meal. To this day I can't believe it," you chuckle as you get some bowls and cutting boards. 

"I do have to cook for my two little sisters everyday," he chuckled as he opened the chicken. "Could you cut up the cabbage and prepare the rice for me?" He asked and you nodded, grabbing the bag of rice and measuring it into a pot. Mitsuya grabbed the salt and took a little pinch out of it and put it in the rice. "Little tip, rice hits twice as hard with a pinch of salt," he smiled at you.

"Do you want me to cook the rice or not?" You said jokingly. You then got a knife and cutting board and started chopping up the cabbage. Mitsuya approached you mid way through. "It'd be easier to cut the cabbage if you cut them this way," he said as he came up behind you and held your hands, showing you how to cut it. You blushed. 

"O-Oh thank you," you blushed and he let you practice as he went back to the chicken. 

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"Oh wow! This is amazing!" Your eyes lit up as you tried the meal you prepared together. You ate so fast you could hardly breathe. Mitsuya laughed at you and cut his chicken before taking a bite of it. "Seriously mitsuya this is wow I can't get enough of this," you shook your head and shoveled more in your mouth. He grinned as he watched you eat. It wasn't long before you were going for seconds. 

••••••••••Smut ••••••••••

After eating the two of you were cleaning up the kitchen. You were wiping down the counters and Mitsuya was doing the dishes. Hpje set the last plate on the drying rack and dried his hands. He turned to look at you slightly bent over the counter. His heart skipped a beat so he decided to approach you. He put his hands down your arms and held your hands. 

"Do you remember Christmas eve last year~?" He asked softly in your ear. Your face turned red as your mind replayed what had happened that night. That was the first time you ever had sex, and your first time having sex with mitsuya. 

"Yes…" you blushed and stopped wiping the counter. You felt his warm breath on your neck.

"I haven't stopped thinking about that night. Everyday I wish I could just go back and fuck you like that again~" he smirked as his body pressed against yours. His hands creeped up your shirt again and started roaming around your bare skin. "Please, let me make you feel good again," he said with a little more desperation in his voice. You turned to face him before sitting up on the counter. He smiled before kissing you, putting his hands on your thighs. His hands crept up as you made out with him. Mitsuya lifted the bottom of your shirt up and broke the kiss to get it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the kitchen. 

"I want you so bad," you chuckled before he kissed you again. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you as your hands tangled in his damp hair. He then stood back and he went to take your skirt off. You did as he asked and helped him take off your skirt. He threw off his shirt and went on his knees. He hooked his middle finger around the waistband of your panties and slid them off your legs. You blushed and closed your legs. "I-I wasn't really prepared for this so…I didn't shave or anything," you blushed as you kept your legs closed.

"And?" He went to open your legs again but you stopped him. He frowned and raised one eyebrow at you. "Be realistic babe there's no way I'm waiting any longer just for you to get rid of some hair. Now open your legs before I open them for you," he said in a low voice and you felt your stomach twist. You nodded and opened your legs. "Good girl," he smirked before licking your clit. You jumped at the sudden contact. You breathed heavily as he ate you out. His tongue occasionally poking through your entrance. You slapped your hand over your mouth and threw your head back. You couldn't manage to get a single word out of your mouth. 

He continued to abuse your clit as he used the tip of his thumb to tease your aching pussy. You grabbed the edge of the counter as you felt the rush go to your head. 

"Fuck-Mit-Mitsuya," you moaned as he lapped at your arousal mercilessly. He put just the tip of his thumb a little bit into you but refused to go even to the middle of his thumb. He continued to suck on your clit as he teased you. You felt like you were just about to cum until his lips parted from your body. You wanted to lunge at him and make him continue eating you out but you let him be. He picked you up effortlessly and stood you by the kitchen table. You were a little confused until turned you around and it all clicked. "You wanna fuck me from behind~?" You asked as you laid your stomach on the table, spreading your legs a little. He blushed as he stared at the position you were in.

"Damn it, I've always wanted to see you like this," he grinned before taking his clothes off. You blushed as you waited for some physical contact. He gently grabbed your lower waist with one of his hands. The other was basically "prepping" himself to go inside you. "You ready?" He asked as he bent over closer to your face. You nodded with a hum.

"Mhm," you said as you bit your lip in anticipation. You then felt his tip line up with your entrance and you waited eagerly for him to just slide inside you. You gripped your own wrist as you waited. He then slowly went inside you. When his whole length was inside he hit your walls harshly. You jumped with a soft moan.

"You okay?" He asked genuinely as he held your hips. You nodded.

"Keep going," you said softly before covering your mouth to suppress your moans. He started the thrust slowly but harshly into you. You were so sensitive and new to this whole feeling of a real man inside of you. You already felt like you could cum all over him but held back.

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you moan, moan so loud the neighbors will hear every breath," he spoke sternly and it made something inside you only ache for him more. "Your so fucking tight princess," he groaned as he started going faster, making the table move slightly.

"Please! I-I'm so close," you moaned loudly before covering your mouth again. He stopped pounding into you and you swore you could've cried that's how close you were before he stopped. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm back.

"I told you to stop covering your moans," he groaned. "Now I have to start with you all over again," he shook his head as he smirked at you.

"No, please! I was so close," you whined but Mitusya wasn't going to cave into your pleas. He slowly moved in and out of you again as you clenched to him tightly. Your spare hand grabbed the edge of the table as you felt him picking up the pace. The lewd sounds of your moans and your pussy being turned into pudding echoed throughout the empty house.

"Such a good little slut~" he groaned as he hit your G-spot continuesly.

"Fuck! Mitsuya, right there, right there!" You shouted as you lost all the strength in your arms to keep your body propped up on the table. "Please I'm so close!" You basically screamed as your orgasm approached you quickly. As he continued to hit your G-spot you felt yourself cum all over his dick that was buried so deep in you. You panted loudly as he continued to gently thrust into you.

"You came so much," he said surprised as he pulled out of you to see himself covered in your cum. Pure white and dripping. "I guess your little pussy likes this angle hm~?" He teased as he let your arm go.

You nodded "Please keep going," you whimpered as you bit your lip. Mitsuya seemed surprised how eager you were.

"Alright but don't expect me to go easier on you just because you already came once. I want to make your kitchen table fucking white," he smirked as he lined himself up with you again before pounding into you.

You moaned loudly as he grabbed your hair and held it back. You already felt close because of how he hit your G-spot but you didn't want to cum again so early. It would be embarrassing. "If you want to cum just let it out princess," he smirked.

"H-How did y-you know?" You stuttered as you were distracted by his deep and fast thrusts.

"The way you clench around me. The way your body twitches and your stomach curls," he explained. He already knew your body better than you. Suddenly there was the sound of a phone ringing. Mitsuya pulled out his phone from his pocket, letting go of your hair. He answered it calmly. "Yo," he said into the microphone as he continued to thrust into you. You wanted to scream but if whoever was on the other line heard Mitsuya would punish you for sure.

"Alright, can ya make it quick? I'm a little busy," he said as he grabbed your hair again and pulled your head up, making it harder for you to hold in your moans. You grabbed the edge of the table harshly and bit your shirt to suppress your moans. He started pounding faster into you but he did not put the phone down. "I'm a little busy right now. I can't drop everything right now," he said as you looked up at him with saliva dripping from your lips. "Yeah, my girlfriend. She's going through something alright!" He yelled on the phone. Yeah, you were going through something alright. An orgasm but this motherfucker wasn't gonna let you cum. He then hung up and tossed his phone on the table. He slammed his hands down on the table on either side of your body and proceeded to pound into you.

"Mitsuya, I'm so close. Can I please cum~!" You begged as he went faster than you ever imagined. Your pussy was just leaking with fluids.

"Yes my good girl," you heard the smirk in his voice. You then finally let out all of your built-up tension which ended up being more intense than you thought. You squirted all over him. The liquid dripped down his legs as he looked at you in shock. He pulled out of you and picked you up off the table. You breathed heavily as you looked at him. "Oh my god baby," he said before kissing you.

"What?" You said breathlessly.

"You just squirted," he explained before he placed a hickey on your neck.

"W-What!? I didn't think I could...I could do that," you blushed as you looked at the mess on the floor and table. You covered your mouth in shock.

"You're still dripping with cum," he chuckled as he noticed the small puddle forming between your thighs. You blushed and closed your legs. "You did so good baby," he said as he stroked your hair. You blushed as you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"We need to do this more..." you blushed as you felt the pleasure still coursing through you. He laughed.

"Are you thirsty babe? Want water? Soda? A bath?" He asked as he looked at you. You shook your head.

"I'd like a soda," you smiled and he ran to the fridge to get you a soda. He opened it with a pop and handed it to you. You took a big gulp of the soda and it dripped down from your lips. He wiped it up with his thumb. He licked it off and smiled.

"Sprite!" He chuckled.

[naboman]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

Chapter Three: Like Batman and Robin. Description: [Name] takes the first positive step in his project, and things finally seem to be progressing successfully. Warnings: slightly suggestive.

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"Think of us as an outsourced team with a mutual sense of dissatisfaction. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Let's start our little meeting," I declared, with a mischievous smile and a stretch of my arms.

He simply gave me a quizzical side glance, not offensive, but rather defensive, as if he were anticipating the strike of a venomous and vile snake. I clicked my tongue.

"Just kidding," I said, and he continued to gaze at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's up? Are you going to keep looking at me like that forever?"

"What's with this fake good humor?" he asked with suspicion in his voice, leaning his arms on the table. Mitsuya didn't beat around the bush, I noticed that in our short time together, and by 'time together,' I mean the last few days we spent together, which I already consider too much time.

"Are you doubting my goodwill?" I asked a bit more seriously and somewhat offended, feeling the corner of my smile tremble, indignant.

"The fact that you're never in a good mood makes me suspicious of your intentions, [Name]," he justified.

"I'll pretend I'm not offended by that."

"Did I offend you? Sorry, I was just being straightforward," he laughed.

"Your honesty is admirable, but I won't praise you for it."

The secluded table where we were allowed us to speak freely about our "partnership" - with several air quotes - and there was no risk of anyone else overhearing. After all, I didn't want to be known as someone who mingles with society's delinquents.

I soon spotted Kyouka arriving with glasses of water, wearing her usual tired expression. Kyouka attends the school next door, so we occasionally run into each other on the way home. The brunette placed the glasses on the table, giving a brief bow before leaving. Meanwhile, I quickly took out the papers from my bag.

"Weren't you the shop attendant?" Mitsuya asked when the brunette turned away, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Today is my day off," I replied with disdain. "I work every other day; tomorrow, for example, I have work. It was an agreement I made, so I have time to organize the student council documents."

"I see," was the only thing he responded, looking focused until I laid out the documents in front of him, waiting for his statement. "And what is this?"

"Technically, it's the 'proof' that I will submit to the president's desk on Monday," I air-quoted with my fingers. "Since we're going to work on a yearbook, well... Together, I'll be trailing you for almost a whole year, Mitsuya."

"So, are we a team then?" he dared to ask, with an almost playful tone. Almost.

"With several objections, but we can say, in the most filtered way, we are," I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "Think of us as Batman and Robin, okay? It's easier to handle that way. Well, I'm Batman, and you can be Robin if you want."

"The way you talk makes it sound like Robin is completely irrelevant," he commented, displeased.

"It's because the Dark Knight works alone, but well, don't take it personally," I shrugged in a comedic manner, but soon changed the subject, returning to the initial atmosphere. "Anyway... Sign here."

He wandered his eyes over the paper. Does he think I'm deceiving him? Because technically, he's not entirely wrong.

I would be lying – or not – if I said I wasn't heartbroken by such atrocity. How can someone doubt such a good and helpful human being like me?

"Don't be shy, read it carefully," I said, and Mitsuya paid more attention to my words. "We have until Monday, so don't feel pressured."

'Although I am pressured you'. I wanted to say the last part, I admit I wanted to. But I chose to keep my mouth shut.

"Do you want a pen?" I asked, taking a pink pen out of my bag.

"No need, I'll read this later," he replied, putting away the paper.

"Too bad, she smells of berries."

"You don't look like the kind of person who uses colored pens," he said, pointing with his chin, "and with fruits smell."

"I collect colored pens. "

"You do?" I nodded positively.

"It's my hobby. "

He looked surprised, but shrugged. We soon put an end to that.

It wasn't a total lie, after all, my specialty was collecting things, ever since… Ever? And not things like bottle caps or toy cars. I take my belongings very seriously, and when they're no longer needed, I throw them away like trash.

"We're closing up" Kyouka appeared from beside my chair, nudging my shoulder.

"But already? Well, all right," I put my things in my bag rather hurriedly, hardly noticing how quickly the time had passed, "Mitsuya, you…"

When I went to question him, he was no longer in the front seat, but at the front door. He was looking at me, signaling for us to leave. I expected him to go through first, but instead he waited for me to pass before slowly closing the door behind me, his cavalier behavior leaving me feeling rather disgusted.

Who does he think he is? I'm Batman! I give the orders!

I sighed, throwing a tantrum now wasn't going to help me, so I decided to just let it go and get out of here.

I put my coat on quickly, as the freezing air made my arms shiver with the sudden caress of the wind.

"Want a lift? " I was almost startled by the question, as it came like a punch of cold air, but I felt relief when I remembered the voice, proving that it was just my poltergeist. For the second time he was being very helpful, I could get used to good behavior, but being spoiled wouldn't make me like the person he was any better.

When I turned my head a little, I noticed that he was already getting on his bike to leave, the dazzling headlights blinding me for a mere moment.

"I'm going with Kyouka," I said.

Actually, it was just a lame excuse not to get on a motorcycle. I don't trust cars with less than four wheels.

"Oh, right," he nodded, understanding, "see you then, [Name]. "

"See you" I waved as soon as he started the motocycle and drove off.

As he drove off, I just enjoyed the light of the headlights disappearing into the darkness.

"I'm going with Kyouka…" the brunette from a little further away murmured, imitating my voice in a shrill, unmelodic tone, eyeing me suspiciously "you're just scared of riding a motorcycle."

"What? I'm not!" I denied, crossing my arms "You should know that my intention was just to keep you company, you ungrateful. "

"Fearful. "

Before we could continue our childish argument, she took off walking, while arranging her bag on her shoulder. I quickly followed the girl's quick steps - like a tantruming child who has lost in an adult argument.

I put the florescent green folder on top of the wood, securing my place at the table. It may sound childish and even a bit banal, but I hate having my seat with my back to the door, it's as if at any moment someone is going to catch me talking badly about the president. Not that there's a story behind it, but it's always good to be safe.

In the end, I got the end chair, near the window, not was a place to throw away. The room is on the second floor, in the middle of the corridor, with three windows covered by burgundy curtains - it looks like an old man decorated this room, I feel fifty years older in here - facing the courtyard. As loosely as possible, I leaned my right leg on the chair I was sitting on, swinging my left back and forth as I absent-mindedly checked the paper that Mitsuya had handed me back at the school entrance, he seemed to be in a hurry, so he just intercepted me before leaving with agile steps to make his own way.

I still find his formality a little cloying, but it's not something to complain about at this point.

I turned my attention back to the door when I heard the wood click shut.

Suzume held two stacked boxes in her arms, and despite their weight, she gave me a warm smile. Placing the boxes on the table, I felt my curious face involuntarily appear, and before I could stop myself, I asked:

"What is it?" I leaned over, stretching my arms across the table like a cat about to steal food.

"It's the math assessments," he replied, "the teachers said it would be better to keep them here."

"Wow…" I let out a murmur, Suzume noticed my greed "can I see mine?"

"Of course not!" she denied, "like everyone else, you have to wait. "

"Where are my privileges? I thought being part of the guild was good," I lamented sentimentally.

"And it is very good! " Only if it's for you, but that would have been too rude and she was too excited to cut her off "the pleasure of helping others and being able to help in any way we can, that's the duty of the guild! It's a very honorable task. "

"Nice speech. " I clapped my hands, without a hint of encouragement.

"Thank you! "

I blinked.

"You're welcome…" I replied. I thought she'd noticed the humor, or the lack of it.

When the door opened again, Suzume turned back, and I had to stretch to see who was behind her.

"The kid from the guild has arrived… " I muttered, with a smile abruptly stretching across my lips.

"You?"

"passed far."

"Really? I thought you were the only irresponsible one in the guild," Yuuma retorted acidly.

"So you don't know our second treasurer. "

"Talking about me?" the other boy entered the room, with a laziness that could be measured like the density of a star.

"Ah, Tezuka, good to see you," I said, waving my hand.

"I can say the same," was all he said, before moving to another corner of the table with a drag of his feet.

"The president is late…" Suzume said fearfully, joining the table.

"As usual…" I added with a forced cough.

"[Name]!" she scolded me.

"But it's true! " I retorted, laughing.

We stopped talking when the door was opened once again, this time, because of the silence, the slamming of the door gave the impression of having been much louder.

"Good morning!" the president walked past us, and quickly settled down at the table, as he always did, and right behind him was Mizushima "we will now begin our meeting."

We began by presenting our weekly reports and the buzz that had been going around the school over the last few days. Suzume took the trouble to warn the president about the math assessments, and also commented on something I never expected to hear while I was at this school; two students were caught in the basketball supplies room, doing things that were "disgraceful".

I had to hold back my laughter, but I could feel my lips trembling from the sheer desire to laugh as the other members listened wide-eyed in amazement.

"And what did the coach do?" the secretary next to me asked with curiosity and hesitation.

"He closed the door and waited for them to get dressed," Suzume recounted with redness taking shape on her face.

"God…" he muttered, disappointed. But when he looked at me in the corner, he noticed my difficulty in hiding what was gradually taking over my face "Are you laughing?"

"Who? Me?" I asked, pretending to be misunderstood, then recomposing my posture "Come on, we're talking about something serious here. Show more composure, please. "

"Don't play crazy."

"You're the only 'crazy' one here," I retorted, until I stood up, clearing my throat to change the direction of the conversation "Well, since we've finished our little lesson on sexual orientation, I think it's my turn to declare my report. "

"[Name], now it's not…"

"Go ahead," the president cut off my seatmate, crossing his fingers on the table and holding his face, "you can talk. "

I took a deep breath.

"A few days ago, I contacted our president to restore the project that, technically, I may have destroyed of my own free will," I began, feeling the gaze of the others on me, "and following the rules of our contract, I found a way to stand out in the project AND in the school newspaper."

Mizushima stared at me, dumbfounded.

"I'm going to use everything I've got to write about Tokyo's delinquents," I said, but no one seemed to be listening.

As usual, I took them by surprise.

"And… what exactly do you want to achieve with that? " Yuuma must have taken the words out of the president's mouth, because even he started to pay more attention.

"That's a good question," I commented ecstatically, "everyone here should know that delinquents are a group that is little "explored" during school time, and that begs the question: how do their disagreements occur outside the school perimeter? And how do their conflicts unfold? Why does this happen?" I simulated: "Well, don't worry, I'll answer all your questions. Because the school newspaper will work daily on clear and totally truthful descriptions of what goes on in the polluted and negligent reality of delinquents. "

"For what purpose, may I ask, Ms. [Name]?" Suzume stretched out her hand to ask quietly and hesitantly.

"We will do this in order to work towards improving the school environment and making education more attractive to this desperate young community," I raised my hand in a confident fist.

Nothing could shake my confidence now, not even the president.

"And how do you plan to do that? " Suzume asked again, worried.

"I have my contacts," I replied, smiling pretentiously, "it's a great chance to pay more attention to society's rebels and get the answers that lead us to ask the reasons for their revolt. "

I was talking a lot more than usual, but if everything goes according to plan, it'll be under control.

"I see… Right. " the president agreed.

"How?"

"Everything's fine," he repeated, a smile filling his warm lips, "I agree with your perspective, [Name]. "

I was unsettled, but all I did was nod as impassively as possible and collapse into the chair behind me.

In the end, the meeting went on unbearably until the end - except for me - and then we were allowed to leave the room.

"I'm glad you took charge and controlled the situation," Yamazaki stopped me at the door, "I told you I'd manage, after all, I chose you. "

"É… Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity," I said before leaving, seeing him give me a subtle smile before letting me go.

I walked quickly, distancing myself and arriving at the stairs at the end of the corridor. Little did he know that this person full of potential almost had an epileptic fit while dictating.

With my hands in my jacket pockets, I passed through the empty corridor, clear of any living soul. I stared at the door of the arts and crafts club in complete silence. From a distance, I saw a door opening vaguely. I had no idea which club was resident in the room, but as soon as I recognized the distant figure, I knew it was the Home Economics club.

I approached, patting the boy twice on the shoulder, making him raise his eyes over his shoulder.

"I managed to convince the president," I said directly.

"That's great," he replied, obviously pleased.

We started walking down the corridor together.

"Mitsuya, what's it like being part of a gang?"}

I continued to stare down the corridor, avoiding direct eye contact - given that he was right next to me.

He seemed to think for a moment.

"It would be like… belonging to something," he mused, "why the question?

"Curiosity," I shrugged.

"Anything new?"

"Yes. Two people had sex at school yesterday."

"Unexpected. " His expression was one of surprise, not completely, but still the expression of a man caught off guard.

"The coach of the basketball team caught them in the act," I added humorously, "I could have written about it, but I didn't have time this week."

"You wanted to tell the whole school about other people's relationships?" he frowned, shocked.

"Yes, why not? " I retorted at the same moment, and that was certainly the most innocent question I've asked all year.

"Don't you think that's invading other people's privacy?"

"Isn't that what newspapers do?"

"Well… yes, but still…" he agreed begrudgingly. "Maybe you wouldn't want them to write about you having sex. "

"And they won't," I laughed with a certain determination, "because I'm always one step ahead. "

"Very optimistic of you," Mitsuya looked at me with a curious expression.

"But of course, it's necessary to maintain my good reputation," I added, "but if you're worried about my victims, don't be, I always leave those involved anonymous," I warned, not that this improved the situation, "but since we're here, I want to ask you a question. "

"Go ahead. "

I took a deep breath before turning to him with the friendliest expression I could manage.

"Would you be willing to teach me about the world of delinquency? "

[step-on-me-khun]

Tokyo Revengers - Just random relationship headcanons

not requested, just an idea, a break from requests ❤️

warning(s): fluff, that's it - gn reader

word count: n/a

characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu Mitsuya,, Baji, Kazutora, Inui, Kokonoi

taglist: empty

Mikey

Clings to you, anywhere, anytime, no warning. He loses his blanket? Clings to you, or uses an item of your clothes, something that has your smell. It's a comfort, and you wouldn't deny him that comfort.

Has a habit of pinching food off your plate, something small, then leaves you alone to eat. He just has to try what you're having, even if he's had it a million times.

Cuddles are amazing, but when it comes to the mornings, if he's lying on you, don't expect him to get off you that easy. You are comfortable and warm.

Is really good at consoling you, and giving you compliments. Not to mention that he gives you every cheesy nickname under the sun.

His overprotectiveness is high, especially when around strangers. He is the invincible Mikey, so no one would ever dare to steal you away from him. The way he glares at any guy would send them running.

Steals your snacks, even the ones you think have hidden well.

Sleeps on you any time of the day.

Makes you question your relationship.

But then he does things that really surprise you, and you realise why you love him so much.

His romantic side doesn't come out that often, but when it does, it's cheesy as hell.

Draken

Good at listening, like very good at it. He had a tendency on remembering everything you tell him.

Take his sweet ass time getting the bugs and spiders out of a room, mainly because he doesn't want to, and they don't bother him too much, then complains about your complaining and gives in.

Isn't really overprotective, unless you're in danger, and by danger I mean danger, if he knows you're capable of saying no and pushing people who flirt away, he doesn't worry.

Smiles when you stand up for yourself and can be a little overprotective if 'no' doesn't get strangers to get away from you.

Just because you ask him to reach up and grab something for you, doesn't mean he will jump up and do it. Would rather you attempt to reach it before asking him.

Has a sweet and romantic side though, and will hide small presents for you to find, and not even tell you about them.

Would rather you lie on him than lie on you. It has nothing to do with height or size, it's more like he's being a bit protective.

Of course, he's not going to be openly loving, especially out in public, but when he is, it's a blessing.

Hugs can be difficult if you're tiny, so he doesn't mind picking you up for hugs.

Most of his t-shirts and tops fit you like dresses, once you wear them, he doesn't want them back, that's because they suit you so well.

Chifuyu

Kinda overdoes it a bit in terms of romance, he means well, but sometimes you end up giggling at him. But he doesn't get angry at you for laughing and ends up laughing a bit too.

Clingy boy at night, loves being the big spoon, small spoon, lying on you, and you lying on him.

Kind of a light sleeper, and tries to be considerate when he moves around at night.

Loves peppering your face with kisses, he does it when you wake up and when you fall asleep.

Tells you the stories about the pets in the shop, their background, personalities and the noises he makes.

His hand is always on the small of your back when you're talking to strangers. Chifuyu doesn't look too threatening, so having his hand keep you close is a comfort for him.

Loves cuddles from you, loves kisses from you - especially when it's nose kisses.

Wants to build a bed fort with you, and has a plan for it when you both have days off work.

Mitsuya

I soft boy and loves keeping you close.

Doesn't leave your bed until your awake, then he greets you with a soft smile.

Loves spending time with you, and appreciates your help when he works.

Takes you out a lot, and loves getting you stuff.

And always likes making you stuff. It's nothing to do with money, it's just that he thinks that making you special things now and again means a lot to him.

Loves holding you, only in the house though. Isn't too big on pda.

Never begs for attention, not even once.

Doesn't brag, or say anything bad about you. If anything, he doesn't like making you feel uncomfortable, so saves all the lovey stuff for when you're at home.

Tells you he loves you every single day, and you're never tired of hearing it.

When he's romantic he's super sweet and surprises you, it's always not too much and not too little.

Baji

Gives you good advice when you need it, but sometimes his advice can be a bit too blunt.

Blanket hogger, and hoodie stealer.

Stray cats like to follow him, which can either make both of you annoyed or amused.

Death glares at anyone taking interest in you. If you're talking to another guy, he will walk up to you, ask who you're talking to, then stand behind you with his arms around your neck or shoulders, still maintaining that death glare.

Is neutral in terms of romance, he'll get you small stuff now and again, but doesn't go too far with it.

You can tell when something's wrong when he goes silent but looks annoyed. If anything, it's because he's hungry or is secretly craving your attention, so you have to give him something before he becomes loud and bothersome.

Kinda smothers you when he's spooning you in bed, he's like an extra blanket.

Shares some of his food with you, but only when he wants to.

Loves you even more if you have pets, but if you have a cat, his attention will be focused more on spoiling them than you.

Kazutora

Loves hugging you from behind, even when you're brushing your teeth or making food, listening to everything you do makes him happy.

Very likely he'll fall asleep on you. It's something you'd have to get used to. He likes keeping you close, and loves the feeling of being safe with you.

Stares at you when he wants something from you, he won't say it out loud, you have to ask.

Is touched starved, so he probably will be hesitant to hold your hand, cup your face or hug you. It's something he has to get used to.

Whenever he's distracted by something that triggers him you notice and stand in front of him and smile, hoping that gets his attention.

Pays a lot of attention to you, but it's mainly so he can get the same attention from you.

Tried a bit too hard at first with the romance, but toned it down once he realised that it made you a little uncomfortable.

Lets you get a pair of earrings that match his.

Swish his face and he will melt into your hands.

Is very vocal about his feelings towards you, but not too much, he wants you to be just as vocal.

Kokonoi

Your legs are his pillows, especially if his day's been particularly stressful.

Insists on buying you stuff, but only he knows that you'll like it.

Has a thing for your hair, no matter how long or short it is, will plait it or braid it when he's stressed or bored.

Brags about you, and about anything and everything.

Has his hand around your waist whenever the two of you are out, he wants people to know who you belong to.

Whenever he wants your attention, he sits beside you, leaning his head on your head or shoulder.

Isn't really vocal about how he feels about you, but he does tell you every now and again when he's comfortable.

Loves when you hold him, and leave your hands on his upper back.

Melts into you when you hug him when he's stressed.

Inui

Your hands are one of his favourite parts of you and just loves linking his fingers with yours.

Doesn't mind you watching him as he works, it's nice to see your eyes concentrating on only him.

Also loves watching you when you do anything, you're just so beautiful that he can't take his eyes off you.

Is extremely loyal, which is something that was obvious from the minute you got together.

Adores drawing shapes on your back when he's unable to sleep.

Isn't really romantic, but when he is, he's the sweetest person ever.

Loves sharing hoodies with you, it makes his day when he sees you stumble out of your bedroom with one on.

Does anything for you.

Gives you a peck on your temple before he goes out or before he goes to sleep.

His personality as a whole makes you feel blessed and loved.

[fueledbysano]

omg im in class saving this for later

Whiskey King

Warnings: Oral Sex(m receiving), blowjob, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Oversensitivity, Cum Eating, Vulgar Language

Pairing: Izana x GN!Reader WC: 2.8k

You’re straddling Izana’s thighs as he sits in his chair, his face cupped in your hands as your lips devour his in a passionate exchange. His groans are pulled from his throat, you swallow each sound, sucking and biting his lips as you ground your hips against his hardening length. His hands are on your hips, guiding your clothed cunt against him as he lets you do whatever you please with him. He’d had a tiring day and wanted to relish in you the moment he got home, allowing you full control of every move shared between you and loving every second of it.

His confusion only deepens in his face though he obeys, waiting for your next move as he holds the filled glass of whiskey. You lean back into him, resealing your lips to his as you press your chest against him. Your lips travel down his neck, leaving sucking kisses along his jugular, then to his collar bones as you slowly began to climb off his lap. Izana lets out low mumbling murmurs of sweet nothings to you, words rolling off his tongue like velvet as they spur you on.

You kiss down his chest, sucking and nipping at his skin, feeling his hands caress your sides as you lowered yourself between his thighs. You look back up at him, content to see him still holding the glass in the air, his eyes glossy as they watch you with lust, anticipating your every move. He notices your eyes on the glass, quite honestly he’d forgotten he was holding it. As he went to place his arm down you tsk, “Ah, keep it there.” You say as you lean in to kiss his abdomen. Izana listens, his arm raises back up just over your head with his elbow on the armrest, balancing the weight of the glass in his hold as he liquid sloshes gently. You smile up at him before placing another kiss to his stomach as your hands begin to undo his belt.

Opening his pants, you palm his erection with one hand as your eyes never left his. You watched the subtle pants leaving his lips as his eyes watched you pull out his cock, giving it a few slow pumps before you looked away. You look down to his length in your hand, your smile returns noticing every throb and twitch of his desperation. You thumb under his sensitive head, swiping your thumb over his slit to spread his slowly oozing precum.

You kiss his v-line, giving his cock a couple languid strokes before you begin to set a pace. With one hand pumping his cock, your other ran over his body, soothing his nerves with your caressing touch across his abdomen, pelvis, and thighs. Sighs fell from his lips as you pleasure him, his hips subtly bucking every so often in time with your strokes. He bucks again, harsher this time, desperate for your touch and the pleasure you were giving him. The whiskey sloshed in the glass, liquid almost spilling over the rim. “Careful, my love.” You smile smugly up at him as you eyed the drink in his hand.

You could see how much he wanted his release along with the glint in his purple orbs as they darted to his hand, showing the annoyance the glass is giving him. His eyes glazed over as they met yours again, a slight whimper vibrating in his chest, “Must I hold this the entire time?” His voice is raspy as your strokes never cease. You smile up at him again, your roaming hand coming down to massage his balls, your pumping hand quickening its pace making him wince as the pleasure only increases.

“Yes,” you say innocently, the smile gracing your lips taunting him but he listens, “so you need to be more cautious about moving so much, or else you might spill.” Your grin flashes almost wicked before you bring your head to level with his cock, lolling your tongue out as you lick one long languid stripe up his length teasingly, eyes locked with his as you did so. His brows furrowed as he watching, his mouth falling agape as he anticipates your next move. Your eyes are peering up at him through your lashes, his gaze watching you like a lustful hawk as you kitten lick his frenulum, teasing his sensitivity, testing how he’ll hold up without spilling his drink.

Izana groans, cocks throbbing in your hold as you lick his sensitive cock, hips threatening to buck once more as your tongue trails up to his tip. He brings his hand to gently caress your cheek, knuckles and thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he watched you. Your wet tongue twirls around his head before you’re latching your lips around his cock, pushing yourself down onto him once, then twice. You bob your head, setting a shallow yet quick pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to suck his cock to the best of your abilities. He’d had a long day and you wanted to make sure you’d give him a couple orgasms to soothe his nerves, and you were going to make them good.

His throaty groans turned to low moans, his hand trails from your cheek to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair to guide your mouth. His fist in your hair is gentle enough to not hurt you but firm enough to show his neediness. You use your hand to jerk the rest of him that you can’t fit, pumping his cock into your mouth. Your other hand smoothed up and down his thigh, using him for balance while you bobbed your head mercilessly.

With a few more strokes you decide to surprise him a bit, taking him all the way into the back of your throat, his cock throbbing into your mouth as you slowly swallowed his cock. You moan as you feel his cock breach your throat, suppressing your gag as you looked back up to him, tears brimming your eyes. Izana’s lavender eyes were already on you, panting softly as his own moan followed yours upon seeing you peer up at him. You resume bobbing your head, his groans in time with your blows as his fist tightens in your hair.

You could feel him twitch in your throat, he was close. His head was thrown back, arm almost faltering its hold of his glass before you bring your hand up to his cock. You hold the base of his length, creating a cock ring with your index and thumb, squeezing his swollen cock as you throated him. The action caught Izana off guard, his head snapping back up to look down at you, his hand almost losing its grip on his glass in the process. The drink spills a drop over the rim, the drop of whiskey falling to your cheek making you flinch on his cock with a moan. The vibrations in your throat stimulating his cock just enough to push him over the edge.

Izana’s orgasm crashes over him with a choked moan, his hand on the back of your head only forcing you farther onto his cock on instinct as his cum shoots down your throat. You gag, attempting to take him all the way as you taste the bittersweet taste of his cum in the back of your mouth. Your nose pressed against his pubic bone as you swallow around his cock, only making him groan louder as your throat tightens around him.

His thighs tremble as his cock twitches in your mouth with every rope of cum that empties from his balls. You continue to bob on his cock shallowly, milking his orgasm of every drop of cum. His hips bucking from uncontrolled pleasure though he does his best to restrain them as he watches the glass in his hand. With every slosh of whiskey a jolt of panic ignites in his chest, pairing deliciously with the pleasure coursing through him so intensely with every wave of his orgasm.

With one final bob of your head and a whimper escaping Izana’s lungs, you pull yourself off his cock with a pop of your lips. You swallow one final time, making sure to down every drop of his cum you’ve been given, licking your lips before swiping your fingers over your mouth to clean them. You kept a hold on his cock as you watched him pant in his seat, his head lazily holding itself up as he looked down to you with his post euphoric gaze.

You give him slow strokes as you stood up on your knees, raising yourself high enough to reach for him. Your other hand smoothed up from his chest to shoulder, pulling him forward towards you gently. He obeys, leaning into you as your hand slid up to cup his neck, connecting your lips in a passionately sloppy kiss. Your lips are wet from your saliva and his cum as his lips sucked yours hungrily. You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, your hand never ceasing its slow strokes. You felt his thighs twitch from the sensitivity as you did so, his eyes racing over your face to gather every detail. His eyes land on your cheek, leaning in to suck a kiss where the whiskey had spilled onto you. You smile before pulling his lips back to yours, sighing against his lips as he responded with a groan.

You stretched out the kiss, molding your swollen lips to his as he tasted every inch of your mouth he’d just ruined. You quicken your strokes, lips twitching into a smirk as he yelps out a moan into your mouth. You weren’t done with him yet, you wanted to make sure he was relaxed and his hungry kiss had proven he still had too much energy. Your hand keeps a quick pace, merciless as you stroke his oversensitive cock towards another release.

Izana grips the back of your neck, tensing to the sudden overstimulation from your relentless strokes. You smile, pushing him gently and slowly back against the chair, rubbing your hand up and down his torso as you did so. He leans back, glass wavering in his hand as the drink only threatens to spill once again. You notice, reaching for the glass with your free hand. You bring the glass to your lips as you keep your eyes locked with his, making sure he was watching you as you took a sip. Your smirk never fades as you bring the glass just above his sternum in the middle of his chest, tipping the rim just enough to let a steady small stream of whiskey to spill onto his chest.

Izana’s hands grip the armrests, overwhelmed by the sensation of the cold liquid running down his abdomen and spilling to his balls along with the fierce pumping of your fist on his cock. You revert the glass, leaning down to litter kisses on his abdomen, darting your tongue out to lick down to his cock, the alcohol burning your taste buds deliciously. You pull back, slowing your pumps, bringing the glass just over the tip of his cock, your eyes glancing back up to his. He can see a spark of mischief light up your eyes before you pull your gaze away from his, tipping the glass slowly, watching the whiskey spill over the rim.

Izana attempts to stifle a moan as the whiskey pours over his tip, it’s cold with a subtle sting over his sensitivity. You place the glass down on the floor beside you, sitting back down on your knees as you bring your lips back to his cock. Izana chokes out a moan, “Mi amor, please.” He pleads, unsure of himself whether he’s begging for you to give him more or to stop, though his throbbing cock and jutting hips seem to give him his answer.

You smile up to him, “Of course, my dear.” Your purr only spurring him on, making him more needy for you even if you haven’t already given him so much. Your lips return to his cock, kissing his tip gently, tasting the whiskey on his head and your lips before sucking his cock with every fibre of your being. Now without the glass in his hand, Izana’s finally free to move as much as he wishes, bucking his hips to meet your bobbing head. You suppress as many gags as you can, attempting to use your arm over his hips to hold him down as he begins to lose control of his own self in your mouth.

His hands grip the armrests, his chest heaving before you as you work him towards his second orgasm. His legs shake beneath you, his moans breathy as his pulse quickens rapidly. The oversensitivity is driving his mind wild, the sensation mixing with the pleasure pushing his senses into overdrive. Your mouth was heaven, even better the second time, warm and wet, sucking him so graciously like it was the last thing you’d do. It was almost too much, his body was hot, aching for release yet it screamed at him that it was too much.

You felt him twitch in your mouth, his head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut as he bared his teeth, groans forced through clenched teeth. You pull your mouth off his cock roughly, Izana choking on a moan in the process as his head snapped back up to look at you. You replace your mouth with your hand, squeezing him tight as you jerked his cock at a fast pace, faster than any previous time. Another gruff moan rips through his throat as you edge him harshly to his second release, forcing his orgasm out of him with your rough strokes. “Come on,” you spur him on, “one last time.”

You lean forward to kiss his pelvis, focusing your quick strokes on his sensitive head, inching him closer and closer to climax. With a few more fast, tight strokes of your hand, Izana’s hips stutter in their place, his grips tightening on the chair as his orgasm forces his cum out with such sheer violence. You pull back just in time though that doesn’t stop his cum from landing on your face, painting you with his orgasm as you milk his cock dry for a second time. You pump him through his orgasm, his length twitching if your hand as you did so, slowing your movements as he came down from his high.

As Izana’s mind cleared and he caught his breath, he looked back down at you, his eyes refocusing on your cum covered face. You were looking up at him innocently with a knowing smile, lips sucking your thumb clean after wiping a bit of cum off your face. He sits forward, his hand coming to your face, attempting to help wipe away his cum from your cheek, almost embarrassed if not apologetic. “I’m sorry.” He says meekly, quiet enough that you almost miss it.

“It’s alright,” you chuckle as he continues to attempt to clean your face the best he can, “I kind of asked for it.” A guilty grin plays on your lips. You lean up to meet your lips to his, pecking him a sweet kiss before his hand comes up to cup your cheek, pulling you in to return your kiss lovingly.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His voice is deep and breathy against your lips, his thumb gently stroking your face as he uses his free hand to pull you up into his lap. You yelp with a giggle as you help him, climbing back onto his lap leaning into his chest as you resume your kiss. You press your hands to his chest, upon doing so you remember how dirty the both of you were. Izana catches on to your thought as you pulled back to look at your combined mess. “How about a bath?” He suggests to you, his hands coming to caress your body, finally being able to hold you again.

You smile, leaning into him before agreeing. “Okay.” You whisper simply, smiling before he closes the gap between your lips.

[sugawhaaa]

☆-------CHIFUYU FANFIC

☆------------PERVERT PART. 3

☆----------------------------streets

Warnings::MENTIONS OF R4PE AND SA (not any of the toman members) VULGAR LANGUAGE

Taglist:: @main-character0

Genre::enemies to lovers (if you squint) school timeline

Recap:: After getting sent to the principal with Baji and Chifuyu you become a lot closer. You ended up getting paired together for a school project and when working on it after school at Baji's house they suddenly kicked you out. You followed them but got sexually assaulted and they saved you. Chifuyu then walks you home.

You continued to walk in the dark evening.

"This is my house," he said as he stopped by an apartment. "I can get you some pants or something if you want? If that's not weird…" he blushed as he went over to his front door.

"No, that'd be very sweet actually," you smiled.

"Would it be okay if you waited out here?" He said as he put a hand up as a gesture to his idea.

"I-" you grabbed his shirt as he tried to walk inside. "I'm scared to…be out here alone," you blushed as you held onto his sleeve. His expression softened as he stared at you.

"N-No worries, you can come in," he blushed and took your hand leading you inside. You stayed by the door as he went to his room. He got some nice sweatpants and handed them to you.

"Sorry you can't come inside but if you change here I can just turn around. I promise my parents won't come out of the living room. They have all the beer in the living room so there's no need for them to come out here," he explained as he handed the pants to you. He turned around and let you change. He gently swayed on his feet as you changed. "You can give them back at school okay?" He said softly.

"Okay," you smiled. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. His heart fluttered as he saw you wearing his clothes. His cheeks turned pink as he looked at you. He cleared his throat.

"Uhm uh again I'm sorry for what happened…" he said with a guilty expression.

"It's okay fuyu," you smiled as you called him by his Nickname for the first time. He opened the door for you and guided you back outside with him. He shut the door behind himself. "Will you be at school tomorrow?" You asked as you stepped outside.

"Yeah,I dunno if I'll stay the whole day but I will show up," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded before kissing him on the cheek softly.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," you smiled before running off. As you walked home by yourself you blushed. "Why did I do that?" You mumbled to yourself as you thought back on the kiss. You kissed him! And you have no idea if he's even the slightest bit attracted to you. What if your friends found out!? What would they say about everything that happened tonight….

Your mind raced before you realized you were home. What would you tell your mother? Were you going to tell her about everything that happened…but that would involve the police and that's a no no when in a gang but you weren't technically in the gang.

You bit your lip as you decided what to do. You opened the door and there was your mom. She looked mad, her hands on her hips. She then pulled you into a hug.

"I was so worried about you," she said as she held you closely. She then let go of the hug and looked at you. "Don't ever do that again! I was worried something happened!" She said worriedly.

"Yeah I was on my way home from my friends house and some guys on the side of the street were harassing me and…" you explained and your mother looked concerned. You really didn't want the police to get involved so you made up a little lie. "But then my friends from school came in and settled things with them. The guys harassing me ran off and I got distracted by talking to my friends who saved me," you explained further. I mean it wasn't a total lie but it wasn't the truth either. Your mom nodded.

"I see. You have some good friends,"

You thought of Chifuyu at her statement. His smile. Your cheeks flushed as you thought of him.

"Y-Yeah! I'm lucky," you chuckled before running off to your room. You laid in your bed for a while just thinking about Chifuyu…maybe some feelings were developing…BUT he's just a friend and he was the kid who used to spit on people in 4th grade and throw sticks at people. He's a little brat…who happens to be really nice to you. And respectful to women when it comes to feminism.

You put a pillow over your face, like you were hiding from your own feelings. You decided to write in your diary about how you were feeling. Every thought you had of Chifuyu went onto that page. You finished it up, closed the diary, and locked it. You laid back down on your bed feeling refreshed after letting out all of your thoughts.

That night you fell asleep wearing his jacket and pants.

☆—------------------

"Hey, Y/N, do you have my clothes?" Chifuyu came up to you at break when you were talking with your friends.

"Don't say it like that!" You turned to him to see Baji behind him. His nerd glasses and hair tied up again. All of your friends started freaking out thinking that you had done something with Chifuyu last night. You had told your friends you were studying with them so it kind of made sense.

"Why not, princess~" he teased you to get a reaction out of your friends. You blushed and playfully hit him on the arm. Your friends freaked out and you opened your bag.

"Don't call me princess," you blushed madly as you handed him his clothes. He laughed.

"Alright Alright, I was just playing," he took the clothes from your hands. "Thank you," he smiled and patted your head. "We'll see you in science N/N! (Nick/name)" he waved as he walked off with Baji. You sighed and turned back to your friends who were all eyeing you up.

"So, what was that about?" Rina raised one eyebrow at you.

"I can explain!" You said with panic in your voice.

☆—-----—------------

That evening when you got home you went into your room and flopped onto your chair. You unlocked your diary and started writing about Chifuyu while eating an apple. As you were writing you got a phone call. You looked at it surprised, and paused your music. Chifuyu was calling you. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey!" He spoke on the other line. "I was wondering what you have for social media?" He said and you could tell he was shy through his voice.

"Oh I got a few actually," you said as you turned your computer on.

"Sweet!" He chuckled.

The call between the two of you lasted at least an hour when your dinner was ready. Your mom came into your room. You told chifuyu and muted yourself and you set down the phone.

"Suppers ready!" Your mom said sweetly. "Who you talking to?" She said innocently.

"A-A boy. He's one of the ones who saved me from the creeps the other night," you explained as you smiled.

"I see, what's his name?" She said with a cross of her arms.

"Chifuyu, Matsuno Chifuyu," you nodded and she smiled.

"Alright dont have too much fun," she chuckled before leaving your room.

"Mom!" You blushed before picking up the phone again.

"So you told your mom what happened?" Chfiuyu said in a serious tone.

"W-What? No, I...I made up a story," you whispered the last part. "And how did you hear what I said!?"

"You forgot to mute yourself, you hit the wrong button," he chuckled and you heard a loud bang on the other side of the line.

"What was that?" You asked him.

"I fell off my chair if you must know," he sounded unamused. You laughed at him.

"I gotta go now," you chuckled as you spun in your chair. "My dinner is ready," you blushed as you held the phone to your ear.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later," he said as you heard him pick up his chair and stand up.

"Okay see you," you said before hanging up and setting your phone down. You went downstairs to go eat. You sat at the dinner table and as you ate your mind wandered off about Chifuyu. That's when you heard your mom informing your dad about what had happened last night with the creeps. After that awkward conversation, you did some homework and went to bed. You laid in bed thinking about Chifuyu, upset that you wouldn't see him the next day because it was a weekend...