#tr x reader

[m-neuvillette]

Tokyo Revengers Men reacting to you hugging them for the first time

Draken, Mitsuya x fem reader

Authors notes: swearing, blood, fighting, Draken’s part follows his stabbing in season 1, Mitsuya’s follows the fight in season 2. I was going to write for Baji, Chifuyu, and Mikey but these ended up being longer than I thought, lmk if you guys would like me to write them or for others (I won’t write for Hanma and Kisaki, I don’t like them at all)

Draken:

Draken has protected you and made sure you were safe ever since you met in elementary school. He saw two bullies in your shared class teasing you and one even smacked your bento out of your hands. You looked at your spilled lunch on the ground trying to hold back tears so you wouldn’t satisfy your bullies.

Draken then came to stand in front of you to deal with your bullies. He tried to solve the problem with words but the bullies kept testing him so he beat them up. Once he was done he walked over to you and asked, “Are you okay?”

You look up from your spilled lunch, “Uh yeah. They didn’t hit me.” After you responded your stomach growled very loudly. Embarrassed, you covered your stomach and looked away again. Draken didn’t respond instead he grabbed your hand and walked you over to where he was sitting.

He pulls you down to sit with him and hands you an extra pair of chopsticks. He puts the bento between you two, “Here, we will share.”

You looked at him shocked, “No, I can’t do that! Eat and enjoy your lunch.”

Draken picks up some rice and eats it, “Food is enjoyed more with friends, so eat up. Oh and from now on I’ll protect you.” You relent and pick up some vegetables to eat to try and not let him see your blush. Ever since then you and Draken have been super close.

Which leads you to now. Draken asked you to the festival and of course it had to rain. It ruined the confidence you had to tell him how much you liked him. He is getting ready to walk you home but you get stopped by Peh.

Draken tells you to head home while he deals with Peh. But someone comes up with a bat behind him and you scream “DRAKEN BEHIND YOU!” You then hear a sickening crunch and see his head bleeding. Draken calls your name, “Go, please.”

You nod and run hoping to run into a Toman member. Maybe Takemichi is still here with Hina. As you think that you run into Mitsuya and Takemitchy. “Guys help! Draken is being ambushed, please help. He already got hit in the head with a bat. I’m so scared they’re going to hurt him more.”

Mitsuya rests a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry he’s our number two for a reason, he can hold his own. But take us to Draken and we can help.” You nod and then run back in the direction you were last with Draken.

You see a bunch of men on the ground with Draken standing in the middle. Takemitchy yells to get Draken’s attention. He turns around and tells the guys hey. He then asks Mitsuya to take over for him so he can rest.

You then run to where Draken is sitting and look at him. He looks out of it. You call out to him and he has a hard time holding eye contact. “I think you have a concussion. Hold still you’re still bleeding.” You pull out a handkerchief and start to wipe up the blood.

Draken pushes you off lightly, “I’m fine, this is nothing. But I need you to go. I can’t protect you with a lot of them here and in this condition. I need you to be safe. So please leave here.”

“But-“

“No buts. Go home, text me when you get there so I know you’re safe.” You look down then stand up to leave. You walk past the guys and hear a bike. Toman must be coming, they’ll be able to help. Nothing can go wrong when they all are here.

Oh how wrong you were. Here you are sobbing as Hina calls an ambulance for Draken. You meet Takemitchy who is carrying Draken in a back alley. Hina calls out to them and Takemitchy glances back. He sets Draken on the ground and discuss the ambulance with Hina. While you make a straight line to Draken.

You kneel in front of him and see the massive blood stain on his shirt. You instantly put your hands on his to try and stop the bleeding. “Stop- I, I can do it myself. You, don- don’t have to get… your hands dirt- dirty.” Draken wheezes out.

“Stop telling me what to do! I want to help. You were stabbed after getting attacked and beaten. You’re not okay no matter how much you lie to me. So let me return your kindness.” You look at him with tears streaming down your face, “Let me return the favor. Let me protect you.”

Draken’s eyes widen and brings a hand to wipe your tears, “Don’t- don’t cry.”

A couple of random guys come up to challenge Takemichi and Draken. Draken again pushes you off of him, “Go- go get the ambulance. We can deal with- with them.”

“No! Let me protect you.”

“They- they are going to hurt you! I, I can’t let that happen.” Hina grabs you and leads you to get the ambulance. Once you see the ambulance you wave them down and have them follow you.

They load Draken into a stretcher and he looks so pale and limp. You’ve never see that before. Takemichi calls out to you and Hina, “We will see you at the hospital, okay? They’ll help him don’t worry.” You two nod and then rush off to the hospital.

You run into Peh and Mitsuya so the four of you hurry to the hospital. Once you get to the room Draken is, Takemichi hears a collective amout of footsteps and turns around in tears. “All we have to do is pray.”

You then feel your own heart stop. “Wait, what do you mean?” Takemichi then explains what happened in the ambulance and you feel your legs give out. Hina is quick to catch you and hold onto you.

You clench her yukata, “Hina, is Draken going to…” you can’t even finish your sentence not even wanting to imagine it.

“No, he’s going to make it. He’s strong and he wants to see us all again. Nothing is going to stop him.”

Mikey joins you all some time later as you all wait. Hina holds you while you two sit and wait. After what feels like hours the doctors come out and tell you all the surgery was successful and he is alive. Everyone cheered and you felt huge relief. The doctor did explain though you’d all have to come back tomorrow to visit him.

Hina decided to come with you to visit Draken. You even made him a bento so he wouldn’t have to eat shitty hospital food. As you two get close to the hospital, the more nervous you get. What if life is just playing a cruel trick on you and he’s actually dead? Is this a dream?

Hina snaps you out of your thoughts, “Don’t think too much. Draken can read you like a book, he will know something is wrong.”

“Right, sorry.” You two get to the hospital and ask the front desk lady what room Draken is in. She tells you the number and how to get to the room. You follow the lady’s directions and end up in front of Draken’s room. You clench his bento tighter and take a deep breath. As you open the door Hina grabs the bento from you.

Once the door is open Draken turns his head to look who came. You look at Draken, he looks healthy again. His hair is even braided and he’s sitting up. You would hardly think that he nearly died 24 hours ago.

Draken smiles and says “Hey.” You stare at him not responding. Draken looks to Hina and she just nods, and Draken calls your name. “You okay there?” You then run to him and throw your arms around his neck.

Draken lets out a ‘umph’ noise then feels water drops on his shoulder.

You are crying but also realize this is the first time you ever hugged him. Which makes you squeeze him tighter. “Draken, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. I promised I would and I couldn’t do anything. You were in so much pain and I couldn’t even do anything. You’ve helped me so much and I can’t even repay you. Hearing you almost died broke me. Ken, I like you so much. But I am so sorry I can’t ever help you.”

Draken is quick to wrap his arms tightly around you and pull you as close as he can. “Hey, hey don’t cry on me now. There’s no need for those beautiful eyes to let go of so many tears especially on my account. You helped more than you know.” Draken pulls back and has you look him in the face.

He wipes your tears and continue, “You help me more than you know. Did you know the entire time when I was in surgery you were my motivation? I want to come back to you. I wanted to see you again and spend more time with you. I couldn’t go without telling the girl I really like that I like her. Yet it seemed like she beat me to the punch.” He smiles and laughs.

“You may not protect me physically like how I do with you. But you can protect my heart okay? Because it’s yours.”

Your jaw is basically on the floor. Draken likes you back?! He laughs and your reaction and pulls you back into a hug. You squeeze him back, “Ken this is real right?”

“This is very real. Also why did it take us so long to hug each other? We’ve know each other for 10 years now, so why are we just doing it now? This is nice.”

You giggle into his neck, “No idea, but you’re right. It’s very nice. You’re so warm, you’re like a big teddy bear.”

“As long as I’m your teddy bear that’s fine.”

You remember you have your bento you made and that Hina is here. You release Draken and turn around and see the bento at the side table by his bed. You then feel a buzz from your phone.

Enjoy your alone time! ;)

You smile and reach for the bento. You turn back around and face Draken, “Eating with friends is more enjoyable right Ken?”

“It’s even more enjoyable with my girlfriend.” He says giving you a wink.

“Hmm. I wonder who it is then because I was never asked.”

Draken clears his throat, “Uh well um. Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course.” You lean in and quickly kiss his cheek. Draken blushes then smiles. “Good.”

Mitsuya:

You’re over at Mitsuya’s house enjoying Christmas Eve with him and his younger sisters. Luna and picked out the movie while Mitsuya made hot chocolate and some popcorn.

The girls picked a movie and handed you the box. You get up from your spot on the couch and put the tape into the tape player. You fast forward through all the extra stuff before the movie. Once you get to the main screen you wait for Mitsuya.

Mitsuya calls out to you asks if you can help him. You get up and walk into their kitchen and see him pulling the popcorn out of microwave and putting it into a bowl. You look out the window to see the snow. “Wow, it’s snowing quite a lot.”

Mitsuya looks out the window, “Yeah you’re right. Good thing we are inside. Can you grab the two smaller mugs of hot chocolate?”

“Of course.” You do as he says and walk back into the living room with Mitsuya following you.

Mana calls out, “Takaaaa, did you put whip cream and marshmallows in the hot cocoa?”

“Yes Mana don’t worry. It’s even in your favorite mug.”

“YAY! Taka you’re the best.” She says before taking a big sip of her hot chocolate. “WAIT! It’s going to be hot.”

She pulls the drink from her face and you see the whip cream mustache resting on her top lip. You all laugh and she licks the whip cream off her lip, “DELICIOUS!”

You all sit down and begin the movie. Five minutes into the movie Mitsuya’s phone rings and he looks at it. He looks confused then stands up and whispers, “Keep watching the movie. I gotta take this.” Then walks off to his room.

The girls are engrossed in the movie but you are curious on who is calling him this late on Christmas Eve. Mitsuya emerges a couple minutes later in his Toman uniform and walks back into the room.

Luna looks up, “Taka do you have to go?”

He sighs, “Yeah, some friends are in trouble and only I can help them.” He turns to you, “I hate to ask this but can you watch the girls?”

You smile, “You don’t even have to ask. I’ll put them to bed after the movie. Let me walk you out though.”

Mitsuya looks back to the girls, “Be on your best behavior and listen to her.”

“Yes Taka.” The girls say in unison with their focus on the television. You get up and walk to the door with Mitsuya.

“Hey is everything okay?”

Mitsuya laces up his boots, “No but it has something to do with that pact I made the other day. I have to fix this. You’re an angel for watching the girls thank you.” He stands up and kisses your forehead.

He opens the door and starts to walk out but you call him, “Please be safe okay?”

Mitsuya turns back and smiles, “I promise.” He then shuts the door and you let out a breath you were holding. You have a bad feeling about this.

You walk back to the couch and try to watch the movie but you can’t focus on it at all. The pact Mitsuya was telling you about the other day is a dangerous one. The guy he said he made the deal with is a scary and an abuser.

You bounce your knee up and down thinking about what to do. You then feel someone tugging at your sleeve. You turn to see Mana rubbing her eye, “The movie is over and we finished brushing our teeth. Can you tuck us in?”

“Yeah of course.” You follow the girls to their shared room and watch them each jump into bed. You go over to each and tuck them in. “Goodnight girls. Sleep well, and make sure you stay asleep. Santa comes tonight!”

You shut their door and walk out to the living room to start cleaning up. You turn off the television and then go and pick up all the dishes. You head to the kitchen to wash the dishes. This entire time you haven’t shaken the bad feeling off.

Once you finish drying and putting away the dishes, you grab your phone and call Draken. You hear the phone keep ringing and you think to yourself, answer your damn phone Draken.

You then hear, “Hello?”

“Draken! Perfect timing, what are you doing right now?”

“Um, riding around with Mikey. Why? Aren’t you with your boyfriend? Keep your attention on Mitsuya.”

You roll your eyes at his comment. As it is false, you wish Mitsuya was your boyfriend. “He’s not my boyfriend. But I need your help. He got a call earlier when we were watching a movie then changed into his Toman stuff and left. He said he had to help a friend and only he can do it. He said it deals with the pact he made.”

“I see. Do you know where he is?”

“No but I heard him and Hakkai talk about a church one time when talking about the guy. I don’t know if that’s helpful.”

“Nah, I think we know what you’re talking about. Well we will go help. See ya.”

“Wait! Come get me please.”

Draken hesitates, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. These guys are ruthless and Mitsuya would hate me for bringing you.”

“I don’t care! I’ll deal with him, just please let me come with.”

“Fine. We’ll be in there in five.” Then the call ends. Yes! They’ll be here soon. As if the gods are smiling down on you Ms. Mitsuya walks in.

“Oh hey there sweetheart! Where is everyone else?”

“Hi Ms. Mitsuya! Mitsuya had to go out and the girls are in bed. One of our friends is picking me up so I can meet with Mitsuya.”

“Ah okay. Be safe out there sweetheart.”

“Will do!” You then rush to put your shoes and coat on then run outside to meet Draken. When you get to the parking lot Draken and Mikey are pulling in.

“Heya. Get on and let’s go!” Mikey says. You hop on his bike and he hands you a helmet to put on. You put on the helmet then hold onto Mikey has he takes off and leads you three to the church.

The drive wasn’t too far but you see the whole opposing gang outside the church. The three of you get off the bikes and walk towards the gang. Mikey looks at you, “Follow me. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Kenny, deal with them.”

You silently follow him and watch Draken start to fight them. You two get to the massive doors where you hear a lot of yelling coming from inside. Mikey stops you from reaching for the door, “Stay behind me okay?”

You nod and let him push open the door. Everyone turns to face Mikey and looks shocked to see him here. Mikey speaks up, “Merry Christmas.”

Mitsuya asks, “Mikey, how are you here?”

“Oh well, Kenny and I got a call from her and told us about it.” Mikey steps to the side to let him see you. Mitsuya eyes widen in shock and call out your name almost questioning if it’s really you.

You look at him and see he’s really beat up. Blood coming from everywhere and bruises covered him. Then a deep voice speaks up, “Great two more people for me to kill. God why must you test me so?”

You turn to look for the speaker and see a massive man. He is very tall and muscular, even more than Draken. You didn’t think that was possible. Even looking at this guy sends shivers down your spine.

The man moves closer to you and Mikey pushes you out of the way so the man can’t reach you. Yuzuha then grabs your arm and pulls you to stand next to you, “That’s my older brother Taiju, you know the one I told you about?”

You look at her with wide eyes, her and that guy are related? You can barely believe that. So you silently nod as you watch the scene before you unfold.

Taiju punches Mikey and gets slammed down to the floor. “Hah! I took down the invincible Mikey. I guess all the rumors were just lies. Now where is that other new person.”

Taiju looks at you and grins, “There you are.” You hear Mitsuya grunt and try to push himself up to stand in front of you.

But before you know it Taiju is on the ground not moving. You all turn and see Mikey standing there, “That punch was my atonement.” You all start to celebrate but Taiju calls out to his men but Mikey states that Draken already dealt with them and he has no back up. So he lost.

Taiju freaks out and runs outside to see what Mikey meant. You all follow too to see the men taken out and Draken coming to meet the group. You all talk about the fight but then you can’t help yourself about thinking of Mitsuya.

You turn to find him and see him talking to Mikey and Draken. As if he feels eyes on him he turns to face you. He waves the guys off and walks to you. He stands in front of you and you two stare at each other for a couple seconds.

You then throw yourself at Mitsuya and bury yourself in his chest. He stumbles back a bit and holds you tight to him. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Can we head back to your apartment?”

“Yeah.” You respond softly. Mitsuya breaks the hug and grabs your hand, “Well we are off. I’ll call you all tomorrow. Have a Merry Christmas everyone.” Everyone shares the sentiment and waves you two off.

Mitsuya leads you to his bike and puts his helmet on you then hops on. He holds a hand out to help you get on. Once you’re settled and holding onto him he takes off. You cuddle up closer to him basking in his warmth.

This is a time you are glad you don’t get along with your parents so they moved you out to a random town and bought you an apartment. They send you an allowance to help you but that’s it. You three don’t have any contact at all. Now you can patch Mitsuya up and let him relax in peace after all of this.

Mitsuya pulls up to your apartment complex and parks his bike. He hops off then helps you off and takes off his helmet. He then grabs your hand again and walks up to your apartment. Once in front of your door you grab your keys from your coat pocket and unlock the door.

You open the door then the two of you kick off your shoes. Mitsuya shuts and locks the door. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” You walk off to your bathroom to grab the kit then walk back out to see Mitsuya sitting on the couch.

You first clean up all the blood from his wounds, then clean the wounds. He hisses at the antiseptic sting but relaxes once you gently start to bandage him up. You then rub cream on all of his bruises to try and help the swelling and discoloration.

Once you’re done you pack everything up in the first aid kit and go to put it away. You come back and grab Mitsuya’s hand and lead him to your bedroom. You push him to sit on your bed then go to your dresser and grab some clothes for him.

He lets you wear his clothes all the time so you have a lot of his at your apartment. “Here change into these. I’ll change in the bathroom.”

Mitsuya takes the clothes from you and you grab your own pajamas and head into the bathroom. You quickly change and walk back into your bedroom to see Mitsuya sitting at the end of the bed in his clothes. He hears you come in and reaches a hand out.

You grab onto his and he pulls you back into himself. Once he has a good grip on you he falls back onto your bed with you on top of him.

Mitsuya run a hand through your hair, “Thank you for calling Mikey and Draken. I don’t know what would have happened if they didn’t come. You saved all of us. Also thank you for patching me up again.”

You push yourself up to hover above him and look him in the eye, “I think you’re the first one that needs a thank you. You work so hard for everyone you care about. Today you made a fun night for your sisters and went to help your friends that needed you. You wear your heart on your sleeve and it shows. Don’t thank me, I’m just trying to match what you give me.”

Mitsuya’s eyes sparkle and smiles. He takes the hand that was playing with your hair and puts it on the back of your head and pulls you down to connect your lips for a soft and passionate kiss. The kiss feels like it last forever but in reality it only lasted 10 seconds.

Mitsuya connects your foreheads and he softly speaks up, “You say I wear my heart on my sleeve yet I never told you that I like you. You’re my world and I care about you so much. So please let me wear my heart on my sleeve and let me show you off too. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You never smiled bigger than this. You disconnect your foreheads and hug him tightly again, “I would love nothing more to be your girlfriend.”

Mitsuya lightens his grip a bit to let you two get under the covers. Once you two are under the covers he hold onto you tightly and whispers into your ear, “You’re definitely my favorite and best Christmas present ever. But from now on I want to hug my present more. I don’t know why I never thought of hugging you. I regret it now but now I am going to capitalize on any chance I get.”

You laugh at his comments, “I’ll always accept a hug from you.”

[porcalinecunt]

boy o boy guess what series i’ll be fixated on !! :3

♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Baji Keisuke x Reader: 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

♱SYNOPSIS: A call late at night alerted you of the declining health of your grandma. Taking matters into your own hands, you decided to travel to her small village far away from your big city life, only to make an encounter that would change your life.

♱T/W: fem bodied reader/afab reader (no pronouns used tho), aged up characteres (20+), mentions of death, mentions of an unnamed illness, predator-prey dynamic, a tiny bit suggestive, but otherwise, this chapter's really plot heavy, also not proofread, eventuell dark content and smut in the following parts so mdni

♱W/C: 7.8k words

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It was another sleepless night for you. You crouched over your bright laptop, fingers gliding over your keyboard in record time as you tried to finish your coursework. You’ve already gotten used to this – to pull all-nighters to meet your self imposed academic goals, to bounce from university to your part time job to hitting the library to revise your notes and add new information you’d find in the books. Occasionally, you would have enough energy and time to visit the gym near your apartment. Caffeine might do wonders to your productivity, but running on the treadmill while listening to a True Crime podcast has saved your mental health from completely collapsing. Plus, your roommate told you physical activity helps with academics, which is an added bonus. 

Your fingers hurt from typing out your thoughts, feeling stiff from the lack of breaks. You rationalized it with the upcoming holidays, knowing you would have a few weeks to yourself after the seemingly never-ending exam weeks. After you’d finish this, you could curl up in your warm bed, breathe in the clean smell of your freshly washed sheets instead of inhaling the smell of old books and caffeine - which you didn’t mind that much, they just didn’t help you fall asleep like the new washing detergent your roommate raved over. After you’d finish this, you could also finally stop complaining to said roommate about this particular essay.

Truth be told, you would have been finished with this maybe a week ago, but your roommate, Emma Sano, had to drag you from club to club to get her mind off the guy she was interested in. The blonde woman knew the ways to your heart, so she looked at you, teary-eyed, and told you how she was sick and tired of his hot and cold ways. You, too, were sick and tired of it, especially since you knew he was head over heels with her but somehow couldn’t pull his head out of his ass to finally confess. So, instead of wiping her tears away and trying to explain that sometimes, men are just like that and that he actually loves her, that she should reach out to him and tell him how she felt, you let her take your hand and usher you into your room. Somehow, her tears dried fast whenever you’d allow Emma to dress you up for any occasion, so you let it happen, ignoring the nagging voice in your head to rip yourself free from her grip and run to the library to finish your essay. 

You shook your head at the memory. You really couldn’t afford to distract yourself now, not when you had literal hours to turn in your essay. 

So you leaned your head to the side, wrapping your lips around the plastic straw attached to the huge, lavender coloured flask Emma got you for your last birthday and taking a huge sip of the hot coffee inside. You felt the caffeine rush through your body, your heartbeat quickening from the copious amount of the bitter beverage you have already consumed. 

You were in the zone, about to finally finish this essay and turn it in on time, but fate had other plans. You were ripped out of your focused state by the sudden vibration of your phone. This was pretty standard for you whenever you were in the library; you’d silence your phone so you would be able to work as efficiently as you could. Today, you must have just turned off your ringtone and forgotten about the vibration. 

Gonna get a heart attack, you thought begrudgingly, taking a deep breath to calm your hammering heart before looking around to see if you were alone in the library - which you were. Thankfully. 

Next, you looked at the caller’s ID - it was your mom. Eyebrows knitted in confusion. You were thrown off. Usually, it would have been Emma calling you at this hour to get you to come back home. Alarm bells run in your head already. You knew that your mom wouldn’t call you at 2.30 a.m. if she just wanted to talk - this must be urgent. 

“Hello? Mom?” you whispered into the phone, trying to be quiet to respect the library’s rules. Instead of your mother’s usual cheery voice, you were listening to silent sobs and sniffs. Your heart felt heavy upon hearing your mother’s soft crying “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Oh honey, where do I even start?” She replied shakily. You heard her taking a deep breath, before she continued with a more stable voice “I know this is a bad time, and I’m so sorry to call you at this hour. You must have been asleep already, but I just needed to call you” You remained silent, not wanting to correct her. Knowing her, she would drop whatever subject she called you for to scold you about you staying in the library in the dead of the night, so you let it be. 

“It’s about your grandmother” Your breath hitched “She is - her health is declining” your mother choked up. She must have been in your grandmother’s village to take care of her, just like she told you two weeks ago. A few months ago, your grandfather passed away, leaving your grandmother to live alone in her cottage in the middle of nowhere. Grief left its marks on her, for she refused to eat and got so sick it left her bedridden and unable to attend her husband’s funeral. Ever since, it seemed like a stagnant decline. Your relatives pitched in, traveling far distances to take care of her. This time, it was your mother’s turn to stay with her. 

“She has a high fever and can’t walk anymore. That stubborn woman declines every meal I make her and doesn’t even want to see the doctor” Your mother vented “She’s fallen asleep maybe ten minutes ago after I forced her to eat some vegetable soup” 

“Man, soup? That’s barely a meal” Your mother sighed through the phone “I know, but that’s better than her not eating anything” She paused again, voice stabilizing after her little rant “I can’t stay here any longer. I only took two weeks off of work, and none of your aunts, uncles, or cousins are able to come. I can’t leave her alone here either. God knows what will happen if I leave this woman unmonitored” 

Your eyes wandered to the digital clock of your laptop. 2.37 a.m., you would have roughly three more hours to finish and edit your essay and turn it in. Realistically, you knew you needed every single second of those three hours - it would be an academic miracle if you finished and edited it before duetime. But you weren’t thinking about the precious seconds slipping through your hands like sand.

“When will you leave for home?” You whisper-asked into your phone. The woman on the other line sighed deeply “In about two days, but I might have to stay for longer. I have already talked to my boss about possibly doing work from home, but the internet connection here is as unpredictable as the weather here” Your mother abruptly paused. A muted creaking broke the silence with small tapping noises following suit “Honey, I gotta hang up soon. I think your grandma’s awake again” 

“Mom, you don’t have to stay with grandma any longer. I will pack my suitcase in the morning and take the first train to her village” You quickly interjected before your mother could hang up the phone - which she has been doing rather often since she started to skip on her nightly eight hours of sleep in favor of monitoring her mother’s health. One moment, you would be talking about the newest assignments your asshole of a professor would give you, only to be met with the deafening beeping sound before the line went silent. While it was annoying for you, you knew you would be rushing to her bed if your own mother was ill, so you let it slide.

This time, you were faster than your mother. Thank God you were faster than her. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to come here and take care of your grandmother” she hesitated, guilt and the slur of tiredness etched into her voice “I know you are very busy with your university courses, and me and your grandma are super proud of you for following this hard academic path. I wouldn’t want to stand between you and your ambition, sweetheart, and neither does your grandma” Warmth flooded your body at your mother’s praises, but oh are you your mother’s daughter - stubborn to the core. 

No amount of sweet talking could change your mind if you have already decided on what to do; your mother knew this too well as well, being the prime victim to your unbending will to fulfill what you deem fit. So you were all in to put your foot down at all costs.

“I understand, mom, but neither of you could ever hinder my academics. Seeing as winter break is starting soon, I see it as the perfect opportunity to step in momentarily and take care of grandma. Besides, I haven’t had the time to visit her since grandpa passed away. I would rather see her alive now rather than attend her funeral with a heavy conscience” You stuttered out the last part. Getting emotional over your own words wasn’t what you intended. You didn’t even want to bring up your grandma’s possible death. Your mother was stressed as she is, and you didn’t want to make her worry more than she already was. Having noticed your slip up - curse you self-inflicted sleep deprivation - you took a few deep breaths and felt your racing heart calm down before continuing “I just want to help out too, mom. I wanna help her get better if I can” 

You were met with tense silence. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, nervously chewing on it as you waited for your mother to reply back to you. Of course, she would much rather take care of her mother on her own. If you had to put yourself into her shoes, you probably would have told your daughter not to worry, that you got this, that while you appreciate her for offering her help that she still should focus on her life goals. Not because she is incapable, but because you would see it as your duty to care for your mother, where she was the one bedridden and refusing to eat.

“You know what? You are right, you could lend your grandma a helping hand” your mother finally whispered into the speaker “To be honest, I am at the end of my wit. I don’t know how to help her, or get her to even go to the doctor to get a formal checkup” The woman sighed, tiredness seeping through her tone “I would be more than grateful to you if you could come here. Only if it’s not an inconvenience for you”

“Of course not” the words shot from your mouth, faster than bullets could hit their target. For the first time in your life, you were ecstatic about being wrong. Newfound energy rushed through your veins into your brain. You were determined to help your grandma recover, and you were motivated to put some weight off your mother’s shoulders. 

Nodding to yourself, you announced “Then it’s settled! I will be making my way to grandma’s first thing in the morning” More rustling sounds came from your mother’s end along with her sighing “I can’t thank you enough, honey. I will go check up on grandma and head to bed now. You should go back to sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a long day for you” 

Your breath hitched. As you wished your mom a good night and hung up, you were faced with the severity of your decisions. Not only did you promise to go to bed right after hanging up, knowing fully well you were still in the library, but you also agreed to travel to your grandmother’s village in less than five hours. The warmth you were feeling quickly diminished as you remembered your unfinished assignment and the ticking clock. Time truly slipped through your fingers like sand, especially since you were talking twenty minutes on the phone. 

So you threw yourself back into your work, typing long sentences on your keyboard at record time, yoursole motivator being  finishing your assignment and rushing back home to get at least a good three hours of sleep. 

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You were spent. Having had two hours to wrap up with your assignment was a hard challenge, but you persevered and turned it in at the very last minute. Usually, you would have not only started the assignment earlier than you did this time, but you would have been extra meticulous with the editing process. Today, however, you haven’t had the time to spare your assignment even a glance before you sent your fifteen page document to your professor. You didn’t want to think of the possible mistakes you made - not that you were able to form a coherent thought at all after the emotional rollercoaster. All you truly could think about was crawling under your freshly washed blankets and falling asleep. 

So you made your way from your university library to your apartment. Striding through the night was usually nerve wrecking for you. You’d walk fast through the less crowded streets, paying no mind to the cat calls of drunken men and vulgar expressions of perfectly conscious men. You have learned quickly that fighting off intoxicated men was easier than sober men after you have enrolled in your current uni, but your preferred method of staying safe is having them not perceive you at all - which was the reason you would walk faster as soon as the street light would turn on. There was no reason you had to stay outside anyway, might as well hurry home to hit the hay. 

This night wasn’t any different. You saw sketchy looking people in all corners, in the bus, in the subway, and even in your apartment complex.  Before you knew it, you were no longer maneuvering your way home between trash cans and other people enjoying the nightlight. You stood before your apartment door, fishing your keys out from your heavy university bag before putting the keys in and turning them before you could twist the handle. 

You tried to open and close the door behind you as quietly as you could before slipping off your warm boots and putting them neatly next to the door. Your clothed feet made contact with the cold, hard floor. You and Emma have been resourceful, trying not to overspend on heating and light since you two barely made ends meet. So if someone would leave a room and forget to turn off the lights, it would become a topic you and your roommate would argue about. 

You walked towards your bedroom tiredly, craving the warmth and comfort your bed would offer you, but the lights radiating from the living room caught your full attention. Not knowing whether to be annoyed or concerned, you entered the living room, ready to turn off the light switch and tell Emma once again to be mindful of your dwindling money to spend only to see her wide awake on the sofa. 

The blonde woman wore a stern expression on her face, a sight that felt foreign to you. Normally, she would be cheerful and smiling, and most importantly, still in bed at seven a.m. on Fridays. Having lived with her for the past year, you have come to know her schedule like the back of your hand, after all. 

“Where were you?” Emma asked, her voice laced with a demanding, motherly tone she usually reserved for her older brothers. You have heard that tone plenty of times whenever Mikey, Emma’s older half brother, would come and visit her, and every time you were grateful not to be on the receiving end of Emma’s scolding. Oh well, you guessed it was your turn. 

You grimaced, knowing fully well Emma wasn’t asking you where you were - as much as you knew about her busy schedule and off days, she knew about your restless nights in the library. 

Sighing, the blonde continued as you remained silent “Listen, I know you want this degree more than anything, but it’s not worth jeopardizing your health for it. I can’t even remember seeing you anywhere near your bedroom since last month”

“That’s a reach, Emma” you nervously chuckled, your tired legs gave in as soon as you were close enough to the couch. Slumping down on the hard cushions, you winced in pain as you collided with the furniture piece, however you recovered quickly “You know I've been in my bedroom on occasion” you added, trying to joke your way out of the blonde’s wrath. Of course that didn't work.

Scorned, Emma huffed, stretching her arm out and pointing her index finger accusatory at you “You know damn well this isn't funny to me in the slightest! You can't keep playing with your health like that” the blonde sighed, calming her down as she lowered her arm and sat down to the much softer armchair next to the couch “At least you will have the winter break to sleep and relax more…. And I better not see you with your nose in any books either” 

Your smile fell. It's not like you were disagreeing with Emma; you knew you had the tendency to overwork yourself. You knew that, realistically, not even the measly four weeks could make up for the sleepless nights you endured to perform well.

“If only that was so easy” You mumbled, head dropping and gaze falling to your intertwined fingers. A shaky breath escaped your lips as your mind replayed the phone call with your mother before you recounted the events to Emma.

Your composure cracked with every passing word you told your roommate about your grandma's declining health.Your vision blurred, but you were unsure if it were tears forming on your lower lashes or if the fatigue caught up to you. All you knew for sure was that your head kept spinning. 

“I am so sorry your family is going through this” Emma spoke tenderly, her strict face morphing into a look of worry and guilt. Her warm palm engulfed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You didn't even realize you were shaking before Emma held your hand, the warmth of her body seemingly calming you down “You are so strong for persevering. You, your mother and your grandma” 

Humorlessly chuckling, you retorted as you finally lifted your head to meet Emma's worried face “I'm not exactly sure my gran is persevering. It looks more like she's actively trying to die”

“Hey, don't say that” the blonde knitted her eyebrows together “She is grieving the loss of her husband. They've been together for 50 years-”

“62”

“See? 62 years together is a long time. I highly doubt she stayed with him for 62 whole years if your grandmother wasn't in love with your grandfather” Emma softly added “You need to be more understanding. She didn't just lose her husband, but the love of her life”

A solemn expression grew on your face as you fully registered what Emma had told you. You finally squeezed her hand back “You are right, I should be more tactful. I guess I was just too tired and frustrated on my mom's behalf” 

Emma nodded “I completely understand where you're coming from, but all I wanna say is that you should understand where your grandmother's pain comes from” she paused before she offered “If you need help with anything, I would love to lend you a helping hand. You don't have to go through this alone”

“Yeah” you replied, voice hoarse and quiet “I could use some help packing my suitcase”

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You managed to get three hours of sleep before Emma and her brother dropped you off at the train station. Since neither of you owned a car, Emma called Mikey and asked him to drive you two. You insisted that you could have just walked there, not wanting to cause your roommate any more inconvenience since she was the one who quietly packed your suitcase while you slept on the couch. Truthfully, you didn't even remember falling asleep on the uncomfortable cushions of your old couch. 

“You must have been incredibly tired judging by the way you knocked out” was the only explanation Emma could offer upon your awakening. You could barely sit up straight, groaning as you felt a sharp pain in your back. It was safe to say your sleep was anything but restful; In fact, you somehow felt more tired after your nap. 

Everything felt like a blur to you - from Emma hastily waking you up, to you getting ready and Mikey and Emma dropping you off at the train station. Hell, you barely remembered even getting the ticket to train and getting in your designated seat. All you do remember was the reassuring hand squeeze Emma gave you “Be sure to call when you arrive at your grandma's, ok?” 

“Ok” you reassured her before giving her one last hug. You pulled the blonde woman tightly against your body,  basking in her familiar warmth. Leaving your big city life and your best friend for four weeks seemed daunting to you. You were already somewhat familiar with your grandmother's village, having spent every summer up until you turned 14 in her small cottage in the middle of the forest, and having had to visit for your late grandfather's funeral. While you appreciated the many memories you have from there, you just couldn't shake the gnawing feeling off your chest that you would much rather stay. 

Dreading the long ride and possible delays, you get i side, waving Emma and her brother goodbye one last time before your train took off. 

The seat on the train wasn’t much more comfortable than your couch back at home. Your muscles were aching, your head throbbed unbearably and you struggled to stay awake throughout the ride, but persevered with the help of the aspirin pills Emma had shoved into your hands before you left in your dreaded voyage. The train ride wasn't easy, having had to switch trains, some of which had either been delayed or completely canceled, leaving you to run to catch the substitute trains. To say you were exhausted when you boarded your last train was an understatement. You yearned for your bed the way you have never before; not even the all nighters you frequently pulled wore you down as much as traveling to your grandma’s village. The perspective of sleeping in the guest bedroom after a nice hot bath seemed to be your lifeline, your sole motivator to suck up the agonizing slow pace your train went by. 

That was until you heard footsteps coming towards your seat. 

Slow, calculating steps tapping on the metal floor, silent like a stalking predator nearing itself towards its prey. It was like a switch inside you got turned on as you felt someone stride towards you. Immediately, every trace of tiredness vanished from you, replaced with the same deep-rooted fright you felt when you left your hometown. The fight or flight instinct kicked in, but you remained grounded in your seat. A swift glance to your window showed you the pitch black sky, only illuminated by a crescent moon and a handful of stars. You didn't see any lights from any cities or towns the train rode by, meaning you weren't too far away from your grandmother’s village. Yet, this revelation didn't seem to calm your racing heart. You were still alone in a train with a stranger with no way out and no one to save you. 

You forced yourself to breathe evenly and slowly. Breathe in. Breathe out. Despite your instincts telling you to run and hide, you tried to rationalize the sudden appearance of a total stranger to your otherwise empty wagon. Perhaps they just boarded the train? Maybe it's an employee wanting to see your ticket? Or maybe you were hearing things due to sleep deprivation?

The fear lingered, constricting your throat like a conniving snake ready to swallow you in one bite. You gulped hard, trying to force the tight feeling in your throat to disappear,your back straightening as the steps grew closer and closer until a man sat on the seat on the same row you sat. No reasonable explanation entered your mind for him to sit an arm's reach away from you when he could have easily sat on a seat on the opposite end of the wagon.

Maybe if you'd just ignore the stranger next to you, you could act unbothered and continue your train ride relatively peacefully. But despite your better judgment, curiosity soon fell over you. The gnawing question of who would go out of their way to sit near you when the train offered an abundance of untaken seats wouldn't leave your mind, so you allowed yourself to discreetly peek at the stranger. To make sure they're no harm, you rationalized with yourself. From the corner of your eyes you were able to get a good glimpse of the person: A tall man dressed in dark clothes and long black hair, back leaned against the backrest and legs spread wide apart in perhaps the most stereotypical manspread you have ever seen. His head was facing downwards, his big hands silently typing on his smartphone. The long hair cascaded down to his shoulders, making it impossible for you to see his face. Overall, the stranger didn't seem to mind your presence too much, as he paid you no attention whatsoever. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. You worked yourself up over nothing. 

Your muscles relaxed when you were able to finally lean back to your seat instead of upholding your stiff, straight backed posture. Taking a quick glance at your phone confirmed you were just eight minutes away from reaching your destination, a fact that managed to calm your racing heart. Surely, nothing would happen in those eight more minutes? If he wanted to do something, the stranger would have by now. 

“Didn't mean to scare you like that” a deep, masculine voice broke the silence. Startled, your head snapped towards the direction the voice came from, and unsurprisingly, you met the gaze of the stranger. Your heart thumbed as you took in his appearance, finally being able to get a clearer view on him. Narrowed, brown eyes stared back at you in what you could only describe as intrigue. Staring back at him with equal curiosity, you noted his sharp jawline and olive skin, eyes scanning his every feature. You would be lying to yourself if you said he was unattractive. He was quite the eye candy you found. From his rugged, wild look to his long fingers adorned with silver rings and his strong looking veiny hands, he was right up your alley. A tapping sound brought you back into reality, and soon, you realized it was him tapping his finger methodically against his arm rest. His bushy brows were slightly furrowed, his lips remained sealed as if awaiting your reply. The realization that you've been staring at the ravenette and fantasized about him sunk in. Blood rushed to your face, and heat spread all over your body as an overwhelming wave of embarrassment crashed over you. 

“Ah, don't worry about it” was all you could muster up along with a dry laugh as a reply “I guess it's just been a long day” you added silently, more so to yourself rather than him, with an averted gaze to your phone. Barely a minute has passed since you laid eyes on the strange man, and yet you were already making yourself look like a creep. Your tired brain could handle only so much stress and adrenaline. 

He remained silent, eyes trained on your sheepish self before a low hum escaped his throat “Sounds tough” Awkward silence fell over you as the stranger responded nonchalantly. You suppressed the urge to slap yourself over, having missed the opportunity to talk to perhaps the hottest guy you have ever seen. A part of you wished he'd ask you about your day or what exactly made your day so hard, but rationally, you knew not to expect a stranger to care for your unfortunate voyage to your grandmother's village. Clearly, he didn't give a shit and just made somewhat polite small talk with you after scaring the daylight out of you. 

Somehow, the nameless stranger seemed to have captivated you - so much so that you mustered up all of your courage to lift your gaze and look at him one more time. This time, you caught him staring at you, but it wasn't the slightly confused, concerned look his face bore just minutes ago. His gaze was intense, brown eyes staring right into the depths of your soul. A shiver ran down your spine, the primal urge to run and hide from earlier, making a grand return. The dark glint in his eyes left you feeling exposed, naked even, like a prey animal being seized by the predator. Your arms instinctually wrapped around your body, both as a form of comfort and giving yourself the illusion of being hidden from his watchful gaze.

The ravenette finally tore his gaze off of you, abruptly standing up and grabbing his belongings “This is my stop” he gruffly told you, the baritone of his voice ringing in your ears like the melody of a new favorite song. You watched him leave the wagon you briefly shared with him first, no other words exchanged as he left you alone. You were almost disappointed. No goodbye, no explanation towards his strange act, and worst of all, you didn't catch his name. 

An exasperated sigh left your lips, your fingers ran through your hair as you recounted the events of the last few minutes to yourself. Carefully standing up, you too stood up to grab your suitcase and the warm winter jacket you brought with you. Your back and ass hurt from the hard seat you sat on over the excruciatingly long voyage, muscles relaxing after a few well needed stretches. As you walked out of the train into the cold and dark, you were left to wonder if you would see the stranger from the train again. 

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You weren't awoken by loud car honking or the sirens of an ambulance rushing down the busy streets of your neighborhood - not that it would have bothered you. Having lived in your big city for years now, no sound nor music was too loud for you to lose sleep over - except for Emma's scolding when Mikey was visiting to hang out. Lucky For you, you didn't hear the blonde's loud voice first thing in the morning today. You barely opened your eyes, and you already felt a weight on your chest and a rough tongue lick your nose ever so lovingly. A smile curled your lips at the sight of the orange feline snugly sitting on top of you, purring softly as she successfully woke you up. “Morning little tiger” you chuckled, reaching to pet her little head. The cat contently closed her eyes, lifting her head to meet your hand halfway and leaning into the warmth of your skin. You gave her a few more pats before you gently lifted her off your chest and sat her down on your bed so you could sit up and get handy. 

Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the simple white wallpaper and the dark wooded furniture – your bed, a drawer next to your bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a tiny table and a simple chair with a pale pink cushion on top, presumably to sit comfortably on the otherwise hard chair. The sheets you slept in were white with small floral detailing, matching your two pillows. A fond smile spread on your lips as you realized these were the same sheets your grandmother would hand you when you slept over at her house. The familiarity of them brought you comfort. 

Your hand reached to your night stand, grabbing your phone to check the time. 12.34 pm. It wasn't usual for you to sleep through the better half of the day, your assignments, essays and exams forcing you to follow a very strict regime. Usually, you would have woken up hours ago and been at the library to revisit course work. But you weren't at home. You were far away in a village tucked away in a dense forest, and the academic responsibilities are haunting you no more. 

Three new messages caught your attention. Emma. 

Did you arrive yet? How are you holding up?

Hello??? Were you kidnapped or something or why are you not replying to me?? (  •̀ - •́  )

Honey, I know it's late, but I hope you've arrived safely and are snuggly asleep (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Your fingers swiftly typed out a response to the worried blonde, telling her about your long and taxing train ride and having slept more than eight hours - which you knew she would appreciate. You left out the strange encounter with the man on your last train, debating on whether or not it would make her worry more. In the end, you decided to leave him out. For now, you thought to yourself, thoughts drifting to the handsome ravenette. You swore to yourself you would tell your best friend about him if you'd get the chance to see him again. Considering he got out on the same stop as you did, you are almost certain you would see him again sooner or later, as the village your grandmother lived in was small. It would be a miracle if you didn't see him again. 

A silent knock to the wooden door pulled you back to reality. The door opened, the old handles creaking at the push, revealing your mother. The older woman stepped in and smiled as soon as she saw you. “Morning sleepyhead” her cherry voice greeted you while she walked towards you and sat down at the end of your bed.”How did you sleep?” Her attention quickly shifted to the orange feline laying by your side “I see Marigold woke you up, huh?” she reached to pet the feline's cat, chuckling at the soft purrs that vibrated from the feline. Marigold, oftentimes lovingly referred to as “Goldie”, was your grandmother's cat. Despite being an orange cat, she didn't wreak havoc, instead preferring to nap on the soft cushions of the kitchen chairs, especially when your grandmother is preparing afternoon tea. Though, you recall that the feline became mild mannered with age, as your childhood memories painted a completely different story. You recalled her being a feisty kitten, hissing and scratching at you when you and your grandmother found her under the stairs. 

“I slept like a rock” you replied back, stretching your arms above your head and hearing your spine crack.You never really told your mother that the cost of your academic devotion was a healthy sleep schedule, so you refrained from telling her that last night's sleep was the best – and longest – you have slept in over a year. And I have it good, you detected. If it wasn't for Emma's cooking skills and shoulder to cry on, you would have been an easily irritable, hungry, sleep deprived mess. The thought of Emma's food made your stomach growl. 

“Oh, I can tell” The older woman's eyes roamed your features, glad to see you so relaxed. “You barely stumbled out of the train last night. I can't blame you though, traveling for an entire day isn't for the faint of heart”. It was true. Yesterday's stress took you out completely – so much so you didn't remember the events leading up to and after meeting the stranger on the train. All you can remember are his deep brown eyes piercing through your soul. 

“You missed breakfast and our lunch will still need some time to finish cooking, but I saved you some of grandma's freshly baked bread” your mother chuckled, swinging her left leg over her right leg as she made herself more comfortable on your bed “She's been more active ever since she found out you'd come to visit her” Conflicting feelings overcame you. On one hand, you felt like a terrible grandchild for not having come any sooner. On the other hand, you were relieved to find out your mere presence made your grandmother feel better. Thoughts of persuading her to take her health swirled in your head, already planning on how to get her to seek out a trained specialist. This revelation, however, hinted at something of far greater importance: if she can move around and bake bread in the morning just for you, maybe her physical health wasn't declining . Maybe she has no serious life altering illness like you have thought prior. 

“Well, I'm glad to hear she is doing better” you hummed “When are you leaving to go home?” 

“I'm leaving right after lunch. Can't miss out on your grandmother's stew” Grandma’s stew, the single best thing you have ever put in your mouth. Your stomach grumbled again at the mention of the stew, memories of greedily eating the dish with a large wooden spoon carved by your grandfather resurfaced in your mind. Quickly tossing your blanket to the side, you slipped out of the warmth and comfort of your bed, naked feet standing on the creme colored rug. “God mom, now I'm actually starving. You sure there's nothing left of breakfast for me?” Your mother paused, eyes squinting as she thought of your request “I'm sure I saw some packaged noodles in her pantry. And eggs, if memory serves me right” raising a brow at your mother, you retorted “Packaged noodles? Like instant noodles? Since when is grandma eating that stuff?” Your mother nodded along, brows knitted in confusion “I'm not entirely sure either, but I guess your grandma came to embrace at least a semblance modernity” 

You didn't press any further, unsure if this was truly the answer to your grandmother's change in diet.”Yeah, I guess that makes sense” Slowly nodding, you turned around to to walk out the bedroom, putting on wine red slippers before you opened the dark wooden door “I'm going to make myself something to eat. Do you wanna come down to the kitchen with me?” “I'll quickly call your dad and join you in the kitchen” 

You left your designated bedroom, shivering as you stepped into the cold hallway. Maybe walking out in nothing but a simple nightgown was not a smart idea, but you already stepped out of the bedroom, and you didn't feel like intruding on your mother's call. She can be such a sap. You smiled to yourself, remembering the sickly sweet way she would talk to your father. I'd rather not overhear any of that, you concluded, deciding to tough out the cold for a little while until you'd get to the kitchen. 

You walked down the stairs, the wood creaking softly under your feet with every step you took. This house was old, having been built by your grandfather's father almost a century ago. Every brick and every nail belonged to your family history. What an odd thought, you thought as you passed the family old pictures of people you have never met hanging on the walls. The black and white pictures were framed in gold, the faces familiar, yet strange. You remembered admiring them when you were just a child, wondering what the stories of these people were. As time passed, you'd start to wonder if one day, you would end up next to them, a vibrant, colorful picture of you next to the grey and brown ones of your ancestors. 

The endless halls of your grandmother's home finally lead you to your destination. The door was wide open, inviting you to step inside and eat to your heart's content. You entered to see the kitchen of your childhood frozen in time. The large table still stood in the center with the same white lace tablecloth, your grandmother still kept her porcelain plates and dishes in the glass cabinet, and upon further inspection, even the drawing you gifted her ages ago hung on the fridge. Some things really never change. 

Walking straight to the pantry, you had to satiate your curiosity before you could even think of stilling your hunger. There was no way your grandmother – an elderly woman who swore on home cooked meals, homemade remedies, and grew her own vegetables and fruit – would ever willingly buy instant ramen. It sounded so ridiculous to you, so unfathomable, that the same woman who would even refuse to buy you candy and instead offer you jars of various fruit compotes, would all of a sudden abandon her moral standing on processed and stored bought food out of convenience. Yet there it was, between rice and pasta, you found the package of instant soba. Grabbing the plastic package, you carefully inspected it to make sure you weren't hallucinating. “Peyoung Yakisoba” you read out loud. Baffled at your discovery, you remained silent, carefully reading through the ingredients’ list. 

Heavy footsteps rippled through the silence. There she is, you figured it would be your grandmother walking towards you considering your mother had a habit of announcing her entrance. The footsteps grew closer and stopped, your grandmother must be close to the kitchen. “Gran, you shouldn't be eating this stuff” you lectured, your back still facing her and your eyes skimming over the nutritional label. “The amount of sodium in this pack is crazy. That can't be healthy for you” “Oh how thoughtful” 

You inhaled sharply as a deep male voice responded to you back. Swiftly turning around, you were met with a tall man leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his body, his sharp eyes watching your every move. You had already recognized him by his voice, the deep rasp of his tone haunting you to the core. Before, you stood none other than the stranger you met in the train yesterday, but this time, you got an even better look at him. The ravenette looked even more handsome during daylight you found, mesmerized by the silky long hair and the tattoos peeking under the collar and sleeves of his navy hoodie. The same silver rings as last night adorned his fingers, and with the way you studied them his hands last night, you were almost certain you'd recognize them among a thousand pairs. This time, however, you were able to rip yourself gaze off of him on your own with having him snap you out of your trance like state. He had this effect on you, and you deeply loathed it.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” you pressed, forcing your voice to remain steady. The man wasn't impressed with your faux display of confidence and instead let his eyes roam over your body. You wanted to hide your body from his gaze, regretting not having thrown on at least a robe over your short nightgown. There was little to be left for his imagination, as your gown was barely hiding anything: your legs, neck, cleavage and shoulders were exposed to him, the fit accentuated the shape of your hips and chest as well. You might as well have stood naked in front of him, it wouldn't have made a big difference to you as the skimpy cloth couldn't shield you from him. His brown eyes finally traveled up to your face. The expression on his face remained unreadable, though you swore you spotted a light furrowed on his brows. You were about to repeat your question louder this time and demand answers, until he spoke up first. “‘m not here for you” he expressed unenthusiastically, although the way he licked his lips made you think otherwise. 

He stepped away from the door frame, straightening his back as soon as you heard another pair of footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Dreading washed over you. You weren't ready for a second intruder. Bracing yourself on what comes next, your mind went into a frenzied survival state, ready to grab the nearest objects and throw them at the home invaders. 

But no big, strong, scary looking man showed up. Instead, your grandmother tapped her way into the kitchen entrance with her walking stick. “Oh, goodness gracious, what are you wearing?” her mouth fell agape when she saw your skimpy nightgown, nudging the strange man into his ribs. “Keisuke, do not look! This is improper!” Even more questions arose inside your head when the stranger – Keisuke – obeyed and averted his gaze from you wordlessly. Who is he? Why is he here? How does grandma know him? Why is he always checking you out? Those were the questions you knew you would be demanding answers for.

You watched the man whose eyes roamed your form shamelessly avoid eye contact with you after your grandmother entered the scene. Eyebrows knitted in confusion at the absurd turn of events, you tried to make sense of what had just happened, not noticing your grandmother hastily walking over to you. You only snapped out when you felt the handle of the wooden walking stick poking your side. “Do not stand here like you're a statue. Go! Get dressed! You can't be walking around half naked when a man is around!” she demanded, each poke becoming increasingly more aggressive. Heat rushed to your face as you nodded your head bashfully at the elderly woman before you headed out of the kitchen. Your shoulder lightly bumped into the ravenette when you walked out “Sorry” you mumbled out to him, being careful so your grandmother wouldn't hear you talk to him. After all, you really didn't want to invoke her anger one more time. Without even looking at you, the ravenette clicked his tongue at you “Yeah, you better be. She's gon’ lecture us as soon as you come back” he grumbled back. You wordlessly left, walking up the stairs to your bedroom as silently as you could.

Upon opening the wooden door, you discovered that your mother had left your bedroom, leaving only a sleeping Marigold on your bed. Thankfully. You would need the silence to fully comprehend what had just transpired and to pick out an outfit that would be up to your grandmother's liking. This will be a long day.

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

one synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: koko’s is short but FOR A GOOD REASON I SWEAR lol i'm just happy it finally got written after MONTHS of keeping yall waiting. thank you once more for your patience and eagerness to read, hope you enjoy! :)))))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow , @captaincyberqueen

Stumbling through the entry of his home with the help of the Haitani brothers, a drunk KAKUCHO groaned after they roughly tossed him onto his couch without an ounce of care, the youngest dusting off his hands and his counterpart adjusting his suit with a click of his tongue. “Can’t believe your light-weight ass let that idiot talk you into downing a whole bottle of bourbon.” 

Rindou scoffed. “I can’t believe we got stuck with taking him home.” 

Ran shrugged, heading for the kitchen. “Eh. Rather him than the walking pepto-bismol still passed out at the bar.” 

Kakucho gave another groan, lopsided with his face buried in the cushions. While his brother prepared a glass of water and pain pills, Rindou occupied himself by watching the wallowing man through a pitied lens. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Never seen him drink that much…Think something’s going on?” 

“In our line of work, I can only imagine what isn’t stressing him out.” 

“Yeah but…look at ‘em,” he gestured. “It’s pathetic.” 

“I can hear you...” Kakucho eventually spoke, although muffled in the cushions. 

“I’m aware.” Rindou replied. 

Ran snorted, setting the glass on the coffee table and the bottle of meds right next to it. He then leaned down to turn the dead-weighted drunk over with a grunt, placing him on his side. “There. Don’t need you choking on your vomit,” he pointed at the table, “take those and drink that whole glass. Call Koko tomorrow if you aren’t dead.” 

Kakucho groaned once more, sluggishly reaching for the glass and nearly knocking it over. Rindou hissed as he quickly grabbed it before it tipped over. With an irritated huff he grabbed the front of the younger male’s button up, and hauled him up to face him forward. It was difficult to keep him still, and Ran wasn’t looking to help anytime soon as he smirked at the display. Rindou cursed him and everything under the moon until he finally managed to sit Kakucho upright long enough to put the glass in his hands, guiding it to his mouth. 

He grunted, annoyed, “Drink.” 

The dark-haired gangster stared longingly into the rippling water, cheeks flushed, lips pouted. His mind began to wander, his one good eye glazed over as he gently swayed to silence. Rindou impatiently tapped his foot, “The hell’s wrong with you, drink it already.” 

“Patience, otouto. He probably doesn’t remember how.” Ran mocked, earning a side-eye before Kakucho proved him wrong by gulping down the entire glass. Once finished, he let it slip from his hands, landing on the ground with a sharp clatter. Ran clicked his tongue again, “You were supposed to take a pill with that.” 

“Fuck the pill..” Kakucho muttered, slowly falling back down to his side and curling up as best as his long legs would allow. “Leave me alone..” 

Rindou turned on his heel. “Don’t have to tell me twice-” 

“Actually, now I wanna know. Someone like you doesn’t indulge our activities, let alone participate. So, what gives?” 

Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Rindou turned back to shoot his brother an incredulous look, shocked he would reopen the door that was closing. He was ignored as Ran leaned against the back of the couch wearing a sly grin, feeling particularly nosy all of the sudden. Having never witnessed this side of his superior, it piqued his curiosity. Kakucho didn’t respond, didn’t even move. Ran would’ve guessed he passed out if not for the occasional hiccup he heard.

Rindou sighed heavily, since they didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon, coming back to sit in a chair with crossed arms. Ran continued to push until he found the correct button. 

“Was it something that happened on the job? Mikey scold you for not restocking his snack cabinet? The dry cleaners not press your suits correctly–Let me know when I’m getting warmer.” 

“I said leave..me alone…” Kakucho slurred, “I wanna [hic] be alone…” 

Ran hummed, unphased. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned. C’mon, we got you home safely, I feel like we’ve earned an explanation on what made the pristine number three fly off the handle like this.”

No amount of teasing was going to break Kakucho. At least, not when he’s sober. The aforementioned lightweight always regulated how much he drank because of how decomposed he became, how sensitive he got. Despite his best efforts to remain under control, he was slowly losing his grasp of it the longer those two knuckleheads were in his home. He didn’t want to share what got him so worked up, it was nobody’s business but his own. Sadly, his resolve was fragile from the start, and all it took was a small gust of wind to have it come crumbling down…and Rindou’s input came barging in like a raging storm. 

“Bet it’s about [_____], isn’t it?” 

Kakucho’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, body moving before his brain could catch up as he practically shot up from the couch like a rocket and borderline tackled the lavender-haired man, knocking both him and the chair backward, landing with a harsh thud. The sudden movement caught the brothers off guard, Rin more than Ran for obvious reasons. Kakucho grabbed the younger Haitani by his collar and began shaking him roughly, a furious look upon his flushed face as he practically snarled in Rindou’s. “Don’t you ever say her name, you hear me?! I will slit your fucking throat, you sonofabitch–”

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Ran swiftly disengaged Kakucho, catching him in a headlock and stepping backward to separate them. But, if he thought it was going to be that easy, he had another thing coming. 

Kakucho elbowed Ran in his side. It did little damage, only making the older male clench his teeth and eat it, still trying to hold him back and calm him down. They shuffled around for a moment until Kakucho made move to bite into Ran’s forearm with all his might. Though the pain was dulled thanks to his jacket sleeve, it still shocked him enough to loosen his grip, leaving just enough wiggle room to escape his grasp and reel his arm back to throw a mean swing. However, due to him still being very much intoxicated, he missed him by a longshot when Ran just took a small side-step out of the way, sending Kaku to stumble and crash into a side table. Luckily the lamp was there to cushion some of the impact.

Rindou clutched his stretched-out collar, brows furrowed as watched the scene unfold from his position on the floor. “..the fuck was that?”  

The ravenette moaned on the floor, but not in pain from the fall. No doubt he’d feel in the morning, but all of his agony came from within at the mere utterance of your name. He laid there in the heaps of broken shards and began to weep, so deeply from his soul that it stunned both brothers to an awkward silence. His body trembled with each cry, mumbles of your name smothered in with the wails as they echoed through the empty house. They watched him for a moment before exchanging looks. Ran made a silent gesture to leave, but Rindou merely shook his head with another sigh. There was no way they could leave now, thanks to him…

Scrambling up to stand, Rindou gestured for his brother to handle one side while he came to the other. Together they were able to heave their superior off the floor, careful not to cut him or get cut from the scattered lamp pieces. He weakly fought against them, still blubbering like a newborn until he eventually gave up, most likely from exhaustion. They hauled him back to the couch again, only this time setting him down gentler than they did the first time. Kakucho’s face fell into his hands as he continued to sob, shoulders shaking as he poured hours' worth of pent-up emotion right onto the palms. Ran scratched the back of his neck, mildly perturbed. Rindou stood with his arms crossed, frown heavy. “See? Pathetic.” 

“Careful. He might attack you again.” Ran warned sarcastically, Kakucho rapidly shook his head in protest. 

“I-I won’t.. Forgive me, I don’t..I don’t know what came over me..” he said, meekly, ashamed. “I just..when you said her name, I remembered she…s-she..” 

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction, “What, she died?”

Kakucho shot him a tearful glare, sniffling as he firmly said, “No. Don’t say such a thing so casually.” 

He threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t blame me, ‘m not the one who suplexed a lamp because my ex’s name was dropped. Nearly ripped my poor, little Rin’s head off, too.” 

“Shuddup, man.” 

“I’m just saying that-”

“She had a baby.” Kakucho voiced, extinguishing the argument and stunning them yet into another silence. Rindou’s arms dropped to his sides whilst Ran’s brows raised to his hairline. “And...I’m almost certain it’s mine. No..I am certain.” 

His words hung heavily in the air. So much so, both brothers had to take a seat. Rindou stared at Kakucho while Ran stared at the wall, speechless. Until he eventually found the words. “Damn. Don’t know whether to say congrats or condolences. How’d you find that out?” 

Kakucho sighed, drying his face on his sleeve. “I had business in Kyoto to attend to earlier today. When I finished, I stopped by the cherry blossoms, where we...used to go together. That's when I saw her...further down the trail. She wasn’t alone.” 

The visual flooded his foggy mind like high beams, the sight of you wearing a beautiful dress he’d never seen before, glowing heavenly beneath the sun and fallen cherry blossoms. He felt as if he was standing in memory, as if he was in a reality where he was still yours. Kakucho remembered how his feet had a mind of their own, forcing him forward to get closer to you, to speak to you after all this time apart. But, his bubble bursts the second you crouched down with open arms, ready to embrace the child running back to you after attempting to catch falling petals. He froze. You scooped up the child with ease, showering the small boy in kisses to the point his squeals flowed happily in the soft breeze. Kakucho felt his chest tighten then twist, knees buckling the second he saw those bright, crimson eyes staring back at you…it was like seeing an image of his youth. He should've approach you right then and there, to demand answers, to demand explanation, anything to soothe this ache. 

But, he didn’t. 

He was afraid. Afraid of what you’d think, of what you’d say. You kept this from him for a reason, didn’t you? All these years, and he found out completely by happenstance. Had he not gone out there, would he have ever known? Would you have told him? Maybe you didn’t think he was fit to be a father, maybe you did this to keep the child safe. Maybe you no longer believed that he could keep either of you safe… 

It tore at him, from the inside out. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the ache grew into a throb, and the throb into a chasm that only the bottom of a bottle could satiate. And even then, all he could think was how much he failed.   

The brothers exchanged another look, having no idea the kind of demon their superior was dealing with. Despite not caring too much about it, they still felt bad. What man wouldn’t be devastated, especially given his background and how he grew up. Ran gave a low whistle. “That’s…rough.”

“Yeah. Wish you said that instead of trying to kill me.” 

Kakucho rubbed his face, embarrassed. “I apologize...truly.” 

“Tsk. Apologize to the lamp.” He shrugged it off, not holding a grudge over it. “You know, you can just reach out to her. Even if it’s to hear her say she wants nothing to do with you, that’s closure at least. Because this, what you’re doing now, is pathe-” 

“Pathetic, I know, I heard you the first damn time.” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the effects of the alcohol start to simmer out, and a headache closing in. “I suppose.. you’re right. If she doesn’t want me in her life or his then…at least she’ll know I’ll always be here if she needs me.” 

Ran offered an approving nod, opening his mouth to say his two cents only for his phone to interrupt him. The specific ringtone made him close his eyes in immediate annoyance: Sanzu. Sighing heavily through his nose, he reached into his pocket and answered, “What-” 

“YOU BASTARDS JUST LEFT ME HERE?!”

RINDOU was used to the stares he’d get at the gym, but this was new for him. 

After completing another hundred reps on the bench press, during his cooldown he noticed his small audience gaping at him in awe from a nearby machine. The little boy gasped at being caught, ducking behind a weight twice his size before peeking over it, only to completely disappear when he saw Rin still looking his way. 

He huffed through his nose, amused. But, he elected to ignore it. No harm in letting the little guy get some inspiration for future gym goals. After a quick break, Rindou prepared for his next set, setting his water down and adjusting his headphones. Laying down on the bench, about to lift the bar off the rest, he noticed the little boy in his peripheral, peeking over the weight once more, large eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help the small grin tugging on his lips, prideful to have such innocent admiration compared to the usual thirst from onlookers he was accustomed to. 

However, it made him wonder…whose kid was this? 

There wasn’t a children’s area in this particular gym, let alone many that were brought, so someone had to be looking for him, right?…and there’s no telling how long the little boy’s been following him. The parent must be worried.

But it wasn’t his problem. 

He was there to workout and leave, not worry about someone else’s ankle-bitter, no matter how adorable. 

Unfortunately, Rindou made the mistake of peeking back at the boy, seeing him trying to imitate his form with his little arms, face scrunched in concentration and tongue sticking out. He nearly dropped the weight on himself at the sight, losing his own concentration. Kissing his teeth, he set the bar back on the rest, snapping the little boy from his focus. Although Rindou’s brow was furrowed, he wasn’t too annoyed at the interruption, sitting up to finally address his new fan. 

“Oi. It’s impolite to stare.” 

The boy flinched slightly, then looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “'m s-sorry, mister…” 

Rindou felt a pang in his chest. With an exhale, he stood from the bench and removed his headphones as he walked over to the kid. Crouching down to his level, he took note of how the boy struggled to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the bottom half of his shirt. “Hmph. Guess you can’t learn the correct form without watching someone else. You trynna build muscle, too, little man?” 

Like flipping a switch, the boy’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head excitedly, tiny fists pumped. “Yeah! Wanna have huge muscles! Get big and strong like the heroes on TV!” 

He raised a brow. “Yeah?” 

“Uh huh! But-But you’re bigger, mister! Like,” he extended his arms as wide as he could, “SUPER big.” 

He grinned, smug. He liked this kid. “Damn right. But, you know, in order for me to stay this big and strong, I have to focus on my workout. And I can't really do that with you watching me like a hawk."

The little boy's mouth formed an 'o' before he covered it with his hands, sheepish as he looked at him with guilt, "Uh oh.."

Rindou shrugged, "t's fine, I ain't mad," creeped out, but he doesn't mention that. He looked around for a second, trying to see if there were any indication of someone appearing frantic or distraught. When he came up with nothing, he sighed, "How about this: Lemme finish my last set, and then you and I find your dad or something. Deal?"

The boy lit up once more, "C-Can I help?"

Rindou raised a brow, "Help, huh?" The boy nodded, eyes big and bright, and hopeful, and dammit. How can he say no to that face? He kissed his teeth, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, sure. You can...help keep count, I guess. How high can you count?"

"To a million!"

With a snort, Rindou merely shook his head, standing back to his full height to walk back to the bench with the ankle biter hot on his tail. How he ended up on babysitting duty was beyond him. But could be worse.

One set and a struggle to count past the number 30 later, Rindou held the boy's hand, who he eventually discovered was named Rintaro, as they scoped out the gym high and low to find his father. No matter how many men he pointed to, Rintaro claimed none of them.

Rindou was starting to grow frustrated.

There were still some workouts he hadn't gotten to yet, and this was eating up time. The younger Haitani had half a mind to just drop the kid off at the help desk, but every time it crosses his mind, he makes the mistake again of making eye contact with the boy and his big ole eyes. He looked happy to just be holding his hand, as if Rindou held up the moon and stars. It was...a little off-putting he won’t lie, but adorable, nonetheless. He couldn't just abandon him, even if he wanted to.

He sighed, “Seriously, kid, did your old man drop you here and leave? We should’ve found him by now…”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “What old man?”

“No, not an old man, I mean your dad—Look, where was the last place you saw him before you wandered off?”

“Oh. I don’t have a dad.”

Rindou stopped. Then, with a swiftness he scooped up Rintaro by his underarms and held him at eye level, glaring at him with a twitching brow. “What.”

The boy sheepishly grinned. “I'm here with my mommy...”

“You mean to tell me we’ve been walking in circles for almost ten minutes, and you were just not gonna share that? Why didn’t you say something??”

“Because…” he fiddled with his fingers, looking down. “I like being with you…it’s fun…”

Well, shit.

Just like that, the anger evaporated. Rindou kissed his teeth, setting the boy back on the ground, crouching down to his level. Then, ruffling his hair, he said, “Alright, little man, no more games. Your ma’s probably worried to death about you. You said you're wanting to get strong to protect her, right?”

Rintaro nodded. Rindou continued, “Well you can’t protect her if you keep leaving her by herself, especially with all these meatheads around. You gotta stick by her, watch her back. And promise you won’t do this again. Okay?”

He nodded again, “Okay…”

“Okay, and?”

“And I promise…”

Rintaro sniffled, wiping his eyes with his fists. Rindou felt another pang in his chest, his intent not to make the kid cry. It’s not like it was his job to discipline him…

He ruffled the boy’s hair again, leaning downward so he could see his face. “Oi. No waterworks. Besides, you gotta be good so she'll bring ya back. You can't count for shit, but.. wouldn't mind having a spotter. What d'you say? You up for it?”

Like flipping a switch, Rintaro’s head perked up at the indication of not only getting to see him again but being a part of his routine. He nodded so hard, Rindou feared he’d give himself whiplash. Though, there was no hiding his grin. Yeah, he liked this kid. Reminded him of himself when he was that age…come to think of it…he looks sorta similar, too—

“Rinta!” Came a voice from afar, stressed and full of emotion.

“Mommy!” He answered, smile widening upon seeing you approach, arms extended out as he ran over to you. When Rindou stood to face the direction where the boy ran to, it felt like his world turned to slow motion, eyes narrowing in on the aforementioned mother—His ex.

He froze like a deer in headlights, shoulders tensed to where he could feel a cramp setting in. There was no way he was seeing this…no absolute shot in hell that you were here before him, hugging and kissing the kid he spent half an hour with, who allegedly didn’t have a dad, who just called you—“Mommy?”

At the sound of Rintaro’s confusion, it was then Rindou snapped from his daze and realized you had noticed him standing there, the two of you locking eyes; you looked equally horrified. And you were probably thinking the same thing he was.

Out of all the people…why’d it have to be you?

“I’m sorry, but this store is for grown ups with real money. I’m afraid I cannot accept this, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

The little girl pouted angrily up at the woman, arms crossed in displeasure. How dare she say such a thing about her piggy bank, she didn’t even bother to count how much was inside. That was a months' worth of good behavior at school, a couple tooth fairy visits, and some Monopoly money, and she worked hard to get it.

“Look you hag. ’m not leavin’ til you hand over the necklace with the shinies and sparklies on it for my mama’s birfday. So, cough it up!”

The woman appeared revolted by such lack of decorum, hand over heart as she gaped down at the little girl, face reddening with anger. She waggled a finger, lip upturned as she scolded the child, threatening to have her escorted out by security, only for it to be shut down by the sound of the little girl blowing raspberries up at her. The woman gave a dramatic gasp, horrified at such bratty behavior. However, before she could even reach for the phone to dial the number for the security office, an unexpected guest decided to step in.

"Belinda, are you being bested by a child?"

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, full body turning towards the source to come face to face with one of the store's top investors, KOKONOI Hajime. Her skin grew pale in an instant, loss for words as she struggled to explain the embarrassing display he just walked in on. The little girl paused her taunting to gape up at the beautiful, shiny man before her, thinking a prince just popped right off a cover of a fairytale book. Draped in a stylish red kimono, with various jewels hanging off him like ornaments that twinkle beneath the warm lighting of the store, it's a wonder how he even made a place like this feel cheap. But what really caught her attention was his snow-white hair. It looked so silky, just begging to be braided and decorated with various bobs and barrettes. Maybe even some stickers–

"K-Kokonoi-san!" The woman exclaimed, startling the girl out of her daydream. Bowing deeply, forehead nearly touching her own knees, she disappeared behind the counter. Blinking widely at the perceived magic trick, the little girl craned her neck to see where she went, only to be disappointed that she didn’t actually disappear. "I-I wasn't informed you would be dropping in, s-sir. Please, excuse my rudeness."

"I was in the area," his gaze locked on the fetus at his shins. He points down at her. "Who is this?"

"I'm..not sure, sir. She's been causing a disturbance. Making a scene, demanding I let her purchase one of our display items with...board game currency."

The girl stomped around the corner to point at the still bowing woman. "I gave you money, now gimme the shiny! Those are the rules!"

Belinda peered up a little to squint at her, sneering as she spoke, "For the last time, you little miscreant, that money isn't real."

"It is, too! It's green! Money is green, you dumb hag!"

"You-!"

Kokonoi grinned, amused, "She has a point. Money is green, Belinda."

Said clerk shot up and eyed the white-haired man, flabbergasted. "S-Sir! You can't really be encouraging this obscenity, I mean, honestly! My job is to make sure nonsense like this is handled, and this little girl is disrupting the peace of this store."

"Mm. You getting worked up over some kid won’t resolve anything."

Belinda flushed a bright red of embarrassment once more. "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. My apologies." She bowed again.

Koko merely rolled his eyes, gesturing to the phone. “Just get security on the line. Someone’s gotta be looking for her by now.”

"No! 'm not leaving until you gimme mommy's birfday present!"

Kokonoi hummed, tilting his head in a teasing manner. "Too bad. That necklace isn't for sale. And it won’t be for a long time. Why don’t you start smaller, huh? Draw your mommy a picture or something."

She angrily pouted, pointing at her piggy bank on the counter. “I held Hammy all the way here, and his tummy’s full! Mommy says when his tummy’s full, I can buy whatever I want. And I. Want. That. Necklace.”

Koko’s brow twitched, leaning down to look her right in the eye as he grumbled. “Look, you little brat. I already told ya, it ain’t for sale. Now, be a good girl, and wait quietly until security comes to get you.”

The girl met his stare with a challenging one. This means war.

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

[stargirlo]

𝓙 UST A LITTLE SQUEEZE? ─ MULTI CHAR.

"PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOUR TITS!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

content warnings: fem coded reader, a lot of mentions of you having big boobs, begging, boob job, blow job, teasing, facial (he can't control it so he cums in ur face >:( ), cum eating, snowballing, etc etc.

💌: a little appreciation 4 my big titty girlies <3 && thank u sm for 100 followers, never had been so happy !!! the sudden wave of motivation is soooo rare 4 me ohemgee! :oooo

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ "pleaseee let me just squeeze them, jus' a little bit! pleasepleaseplease,"

he was constantly nagging you for just a simple squeeze of your perky tit, but you kept on refusing. its not like you were weirded out by his needy actions but it's just that you didn't expect someone to be so obsessed over your tits. you were a little insecure about them a while back because in your own words, you said that you looked "too fat" or "too disoriented" but honestly, your boyfriend loves them! he doesn't see any issues about your big tits, wether they're saggy or not.

he loves it whenever you wear his oversized shirts without a bra supporting your perky breasts, nipples poking out of the cotton fabric of his shirt immediately makes him huff like a dog. he loves it when your boobs jiggle whenever you make the simplest moves, wether its you swaying your hands around while you talk, or when you walk around the house.

his eyes will always land to your bouncy tits.

he loves giving you hugs, having a great opportunity to feel your tits pressed against his chest, he could practically feel the softness and the plumpness of your swelled tits. ughhh, it just makes his mind go blank!!!

"please let me fuck your tits!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands being placed on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

𝜗𝜚 ‧ . ° "h─holyyy shiit, ohmygoddd... f─fuck ye'r tits feel s'good mamiii.."

he moans like a literal slut, your breasts hugging his cock and keeping it warm, the tip of your tounge flicking the head of his cock. pre-cum beading through he slit of his pinkish tip before your tounge eagerly swipes away his essence. you softly moaned, cupping your breasts and rubbing his shaft slowly, creating a delicious fricition. "d─didn't know it'll feel t─this good─ ohfuck!"

you giggled, beady eyes locked with his as your filthy mouth wraps around his cock, sucking the head of his cock. his body jolts, hips bucking up as more of his cock easily slips further in to your mouth. "mami─ oh shit, don't stop, don't stop, don't stoppp," he begs, a trembling hand coming up to move your head downward as his fingers desperately tug on your scalp.

your choked moan vibrates against his cock, tears bubbling on the corner of your eyes as it was already too much for you to handle. reluctantly, you withdrew your mouth away from his cock, leaving him to elicit a needy whine. "babyyy─ why'd you... why'd you stop?" he breathlessly spoke, looking down at you with a small pout. but you didn't stop, not when you moved your tits up and down his cock in a subtle rhythm. he clenches his jaw tightly, his pearly whites grinding against one another to stifle out a whimper. "what a naughty boy you are..." you cooed, and holy shit you could feel his cock throbbing at your words. "so dirty." your breath ghosted against his cock, feeling a subtle twitch.

"please─ need to feel your warm mouth againn.." he beckoned you, eyebrows pinching together as the overwhelming feeling slowly starts to frustrate him. "please mami─ oh!" his body tenses up again, your mouth wrapping around his cock again. the tits and mouth combo sent him to cloud nine, his thighs trembled as your saliva coats your cleavage. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back while he swallowed a lump of saliva that brewed in his mouth, his adams apple flexing in his throat.

"g'nna cum, holy shit─ 'm cummin' mami, fuckfuckfuck..!" his moans grew slightly louder, his free hand clasping on the bedsheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

you pulled your mouth away from his cock, once again. jerking him off with your tits before he couldn't take it anymore, his hot and steamy cum spurts from his flushed tip as the thick strings of his cum land all over your perky breasts and on your face . . . and hair . . .

"ay─!" you gasped, closing one of your eyes as he just couldn't stop cumming. he's so nasty, sooooo disgusting!! a stifled giggle elicits from your lips, watching as he becomes putty into the bed, the aftershocks of his mind shattering orgasm leaving his body limp.

he softly gasped once he realized the mess he had made, on himself and on you. "fuck─ heh, my bad..." he chuckles dryly, your tounge swiping on your bottom lip to give his release a little taste. so bitter.

"i told you not to get it on my hair, pendejo!" you playfully smacked his knee, looking up at him with a pout. your expression tempted him, the way you just look at him makes him want to ruin you next. "c'mere baby, gimme a kiss..." he leans forward, placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. you yelped, his tounge quickly slipping into your mouth as he took a little taste of himself, the bittersweetness of his own release.

how fucking nasty you both are!!!

💌: satoru gojo, kazutora hanemiya, tartaglia, könig, chifuyu matsuno, souya kawata (idk how to spell his last name :( ), aventurine, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume (hear me out!!), sanzu haruchiyo, manjiro sano, jj maybank, ++ your favs!!

[slttygeto]

you might be the main thing baby – hanma shuji

“baby.”

usually, hanma reacts almost immediately when you call him such an endearing pet name. this time, he doesn’t and you don’t really push it. he always hang out in the living room during the late hours of the night when he kept tossing and turning in bed and decided he didn’t want to bother you but this time feels different.

“come back?”

“can’t sleep doll.” you see the cigarette between his fingers and a frown settles on your face as you approach him, footsteps so light you were scared you would startle or hurt him.

“you don’t have to—we could cuddle?” you walk up to where he’s sitting on the couch, stand between his spread legs. you stare down at him, shivering when his free hand caresses the back of your bare thigh.

“you wanna cuddle?” his hand travels up to your ass, kneading the skin before bringing you closer to him.

“mmm, I do.” you place your hands on his shoulders and straddle him. his free hand then pushes your hair away from your neck, intense golden eyes staring at the exposed skin as though he wanted to litter love bites all over.

“can’t say no to my pretty girl, can I?” your heart flutters at the possessiveness in his tone, but you’re still worried about him and you remind him that you were here to make sure he was fine.

“shu,” his favorite nickname. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

“I do.” he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a drag. when he exhales, your hand goes to grab his jaw whilst the other takes his cigarette away.

“then talk to me.”

“doll,” his eyes are fixated on the cigarette but he quiets down when you bring it to your lips and let it rest there. like a professional, all because you’ve seen him smoke so many times you’ve memorized his mannerisms.

“yknow I don’t like my birthday.”

“you don’t like being celebrated?“ you ask as you place the cigarette onto the ashtray.

“exactly—“ you sigh in defeat, scooting closer until your crotch is directly against his.

“how insulting,”

“to you?”

“mmmh to my boyfriend,” you say it so softly, so quietly that hanma’s cold heart warms up for a bit. “to my sweet, loving boyfriend.”

“who are you cheating on me with?” he tries to joke around but you continue to grip his jaw, holding him in place.

“the love of my life.” now, you’ve never been too vocal about what hanma is to you. sure, he knows you two are in love and that he means a lot to you but you’ve never expressed it through words. to hear it for the first time, hanma’s heart feels though it’s about to explode.

“I’m all of that to you?” after a beat of silence, he asks and you nod. completely honest and raw.

“and more.” you whisper against his lips, brushing your nose against his own.

“you’re killing me,” he almost whines against your lips and you giggle as you get off of his lap.

“come back to bed, shuji. i got your birthday gift for you.”

[tobes-zzz]

I think I’ve officially outgrown tumblr fanfics, it’s hard to find decent new stuff that isn’t just another smau full of poorly written characters that are nothing like their original personalities. For fandoms like Jujutsu Kaisen all the men are written like Toji=mean+horny, Sukuna=mean+less horny, Gojo=teasing+horny with little to any more depth. Or like Tokyo Revengers where most of the guys are given the same personality depending on if they’re categorized as confident or quiet. Then they make all dom-leaning characters talk with a forced accent that they definitely do not have, sometimes it’s a blaccent other times it’s a lot of “gi’me” instead of give me or “ya” instead of you. Its gotten to a point where they straight up just won’t say full words and I cannot describe the visceral ick it gives me lol. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been able to find good stuff on here before and I don’t doubt that there are good writers in these fandoms, it’s just getting harder to come by. I stopped using Wattpad for similar poor writing and it’s sad to see it happening here now.

Edit: I don’t plan on replying to the ppl reblogging this bc most of them are not approaching the conversation with the same level of maturity as I have.

If you think that having a blank blog means that you’re not able to give criticism as a reader then you’re just wrong idk what to tell you. That’s the reality that comes with writing and posting your work, that by no means justifies stuff like harassment or bullying, but that’s clearly not what I’ve done. Sorry if you took my opinions personally bc you have a 👀certain👀 taste in fanfic and smut tho lol

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[sunaluv]

'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

[justauthoring]

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

[hai7ani]

Main masterlist | cw smut, objectification, story happens when reader is still a sex worker (details of reader's experiences working in the field is included), read at your own risk

The way you love me (be my baby)

i.

Sex with Rindou is different, you think.

He's not like the other men who pays you money for a quick fuck, or even booking the whole night with you on special occasions that they decide to splurge on drugs and sluts at the club.

They slap you around like you're just some toy meant for their pleasure. A lot of them share one bad habit in common, you notice 一 that they like leaving their wet condoms on your thigh after they finish, never bothering to dispose of it in the bin, and sometimes even going as far as snapping a quick photo of you despite the club's T&C's and against your will.

You're quick to learn that this is all you're worth for. You're fast to drill it in your head, accepting the fact that you are simply just a girl put into this world for sex and pleasure. A worthless toy that anyone gets to play with if they simply have some money or enough influence to get a membership for such prestigious club owned by a reputable organisation.

That's all you are to them: a toy.

But to yourself?

You're not exactly sure on what you are.

Nights are lonely in your room even when you're surrounded by people.

It's men, most nights, but there'd also be a few older women who'd visit the club every once in a while. Lonely, yearning women who are just as empty as you on the inside, aching to feel something 一 just anything at all 一 in their hearts. You can see it clear in their orbs the second they get to feel your touch on their skins 一 a kind of void in their eyes that you don't think you can fully understand, but could still relate to in a way.

Sometimes many men would also come together and loom over you as you cry. Not from pleasure, but from pain. They are always very harsh and demanding with you.

And as always, you didn't think that sex would be any different when you come face to face with a man in a seemingly very expensive suit waiting for you in an equally expensive hotel room. Long, lilac bangs fanning over his brows and he's a bit tanner than the rest. He has bored, doe eyes that turn bright as soon as they land on your figure playing with your fingers by the door, piercing bullets into your wavering soul as you stand before him and introduce yourself as a replacement for Sakura-chan.

And when you finally dare to look up into his eyes when he doesn't reply a word, nor a simple response to your introduction, you manage to recognise him very swiftly.

He's the owner of the club that you work for. Basically your boss, and the bigger boss of Freida.

Haitani-sama.

You hadn't expected for him to be so... quiet, and soft as a person. He's silent when beckoning you over with a hand from the edge of the bed, and still is when pulling you even closer to himself, placing his palm so warmly on the back of your thigh. His touch is demanding and at a place of absolute power, but he isn't abusive with it. His purples are bold, strong, and pinkish lips stained with wine slowly curling into a small smile while he gaze so deeply into your wide, glossy eyes.

You don't really remember much about your first time meeting him.

You remember talking with him, touching him as per your job's demands, and suddenly you find yourself straddling his hips, hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders while you pant and mewl into the air, cheeks flushed and your head thrown back, as he pistons a few thick fingers into your pussy, occasionally bumping and rubbing your clit with his palm so sweetly under the hem of your long dress and he's kissing down the valley of your breasts.

You've always thought that sex is meant to hurt.

But it is different with him together.

Every night when he returns and somehow chooses you each and every single time, you finally get to feel something in the empty shell that people call 'a heart'. It burns like gasoline in your chest when you feel it coming, but it is something that you find yourself longing for so feverishly on the nights he isn't visiting.

He asks for your legs to fall off his hips 一 to let yourself go and simply enjoy the moment with him 一 and he never hits you for pleasure like what you're used to being treated. He likes fucking in doggy, but always ends the night slow with missionary because it's what you're more comfortable with 一 based on your body language that he'd read through like an open book the first night with you.

He lets you cum as many times as you want, even going as far as making you use your big girl words to ask for it sometimes.

He gave you a voice 一 something that you've never got to have for yourself, and he lets you use it as much as you want with him. As loud as you want.

He never tugs on your hair or pulling your head back and forth whenever you have him in your mouth. It's degrading, and men tend to enjoy it a lot. But he doesn't do that very often, you notice 一 doesn't seem very into the whole blowjob or mouth-fucking thing despite the extreme pleasure he feels, and prefers having his dick inside of you and getting you both off with it.

You like that it's this way with him, that there is never any pain on your end. Guilty as charged, you treat it as an escape sometimes, even though you know damn well that you shouldn't be getting too close or intimate with a paying, returning customer.

Not to mention that he pays really well, too 一 always giving you way too much for your services, and never stealing photos or leaving behind his trash like the others always do either.

You come to learn fairly quickly that his first name is Rindou. Before this piece of information that he'd handed out to you way too early in your exchange, you've only known of him as Haitani-sama. Sometimes you'd call him Sir out of habit, but he prefers that less to Daddy. He fucking loves it, too, actually, and sometimes you'd resort to calling him just that for the whole night because you're not too sure on what else to say.

And sometimes he'd even request (or more like demand, considering that he's the fucking boss of the club you work for) to take you home with him a few nights, and when Freida-baba (all the girls in the club call her that) tries explaining that maybe it isn't such a good idea 一 since you do have returning customers who have booked the next few nights with you 一 he pushes up the bid with two extra zeros in his payment and watch as her eyeballs fall out of their sockets in amusement, but always with sternest, because Haitani Rindou is a man who always get what he wants.

And she'd agree every single time, because there is no way a woman like Freida would be able to reject so much money from selling just one girl and also saying no to her boss' wish.

The subtle things he does to you 一 for you and with you 一 makes your brain go haywire sometimes. And on some days, you seem to find yourself patiently, yet eagerly, waiting for his return to the club, just to be able to pleasure him again out of your own will.

Hanging around the lobby like a school girl waiting for Senpai to finish playing basketball at the court to pass him a love letter, and always finding chances to knock on Freida's door asking if Haitani-sama will be visiting anytime soon...

You can't help it.

ii.

"You know, brother," Ran places his glass on the table after taking a huge sip.

"That slut you've been seeing一"

"She has a name."

Rindou shoots back almost too fast. His brother widens his eyes a little at his words, but leans back into his seat, expression turning amused when he finds it a good motivation to keep going. He hasn't seen this sight since forever, where Rindou is being protective of a girl he's fond with.

"You've been obsessed with her lately." Ran comments. Rindou only swirls his own drink and watch with bored eyes as the ice melts from the heat, but with an impatient heart.

"She's not good news, you know."

Ran grabs his iPad from the side, scrolling through a few documents through the files app 一 the bright screen reflecting on his face 一 before pausing on one and handing the tablet over to Rindou.

"The girl's covered in debt, head to toe." He juts his chin to the screen as the younger reads through the file. His expression remains the same as before 一 still so nonchalant, still so boyish like a teenage boy who doesn't really care for what his mother says.

"She's only here for your money. Can't think of any other idea on why she's stuck to you like glue." He grins. "And that sweet little smile she's always throwing your way, damn. No wonder you're so obsessed."

It's more of the opposite, really 一 but he doesn't make a refutation to prove his brother wrong. He's stoic when he locks the screen after scanning through your background check, before throwing the device on the coffee table with a soft roll of his eyes, letting out a breath through his lips.

"I know."

Truth is, the man's already had his right-hand run your profile for him since the night you'd first met, after being so enamoured by you that he really wants to know everything about yourself 一 even the smallest details about you that you don't even realise. Rindou is already aware of how deep in crippling debt you are 一 a result of having a father with a deadly gambling addiction since you were just a baby and a mother who's addicted to heroine for the longest time ever 一 that no matter how much money you make in your lifetime selling your body and becoming entertainment for lustful men, it'll never be enough.

"But nii-chan," he pauses to look his brother in the eye. There's daggers in them despite him being family.

"She's my girl."

The grin on Ran's face only grows wider as he swipes away a fallen strand of hair breaking through the gel, after hours of being away from home.

"I'll do what I want with her."

He thinks it's fine if you're gonna break his heart and use him for his money. He has money. And at least he'll know that he'd felt good being with you during your time together 一 getting to dive back into a sweet little romance he hasn't felt in years is something that he thinks he's needed so feverishly this whole time.

"That's alright. But still, I'll have you know," Ran trails off his words to lean forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees to look at his brother, face turning serious.

"Love is an expensive thing to afford for people like us."

iii.

He hasn't been visiting you lately.

It's already been three weeks since his last return to the club, and you've long lost count on how much time you've spent moping around the lobby, pretending like you're cleaning up and assisting them on welcoming clients, when in reality, you're simply waiting to see if it'd be him walking through the glass doors this time.

The first week he stopped coming, you've just assumed that it was simply because he was too busy and drowned with work. You know it isn't easy running a club that sells pussy and bags filled with drugs slid under glass tables on the daily 一 having to constantly worry about the feds and possible snitches in the organisation is not easy work that simply anyone can handle.

On the second week that he still doesn't visit 一 even to the other girls in the club 一 you start to grow impatient and worried that perhaps something terrible has happened to him, considering his line of work. But you still see his right-hand that he keeps close around the venue sometimes, and nothing in particular seems to be off about his boss' lack of appearance recently.

On the third week, which happens to be today, you've resorted to retreating into the hallways and dragging your feet when you walk 一 sometimes peeking into rooms to see if he is perhaps inside 一 hoping that he'll miraculously turn up again like he always do.

You so desperately hope that soon you'll finally get to see him walking through the main door, all suave and handsome, and then you'd get to jump into his arms while he holds you close and kisses you and一

"Haitani-sama, would you like another drink?"

Your feet pauses.

Your head turns, scouting for the source of the voice with shakey eyes and hands一

There he is.

Perfectly healthy and legs spread widely on the expensive sofa gripping a glass of whiskey, a side of his lips curled into a handsome smirk. He's surrounded by people 一 a few men and their women, and一

"Haitani-sama, thank you for choosing me tonight." Sakura-chan giggles so sweetly into his ear, all pressed into his side on the sofa like she means something to him, and he's looking at her in the way you've grown used to being admired at, too.

Something bubbles up in your chest as you watch the scene unfold before your glossy eyes 一 that Sakura gets to be by his side for the night, that he didn't come to see you as promised 一 and it's plainly uncomfortable, to say the least. You don't know what else to say. A sticky feeling you haven't experienced before glued onto the walls of your heart, a chain filled with thorns coiling around your poor, beating flesh, stabbing you as it tightens even more一

You turn around.

It's hard to force a smile when a girl passing through the halls greets you goodnight, but you still manage a weak one for her somehow before walking back to your room, eyes bored into space.

You're left with a silence so deafening and empty when you sit on your bed, palms scrunching up the soft material of your dress as you let out a long breath through your dry lips.

It breaks your heart the more you think about it 一 a feeling so suffocating that you don't know what to do to make it go away 一 as you keep replaying scenes of the nights he'd claim you to be his favourite girl when he'd fuck you so beautifully in his room, limbs all tangled up in the sheets.

A favourite one amongst the many, obviously.

Your eyes water and your heart tightens any more in its confines as you bite on your lip and feel your nose souring up一

Silly you, thinking that you actually mean something to these people.

You're just a replaceable toy.

iv. cw: light daddy kink

You're nose deep into your book on the couch when he finally comes to visit for the night.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is deep, teasing, and smuggled with alcohol when he speaks. His tie and belt are in his hands and a few of his buttons are left undone 一 and he leaves them on your bed when he walks over to you.

You're silent when Rindou stands before you seated on your chair and you shut your book with a harsh pang in your chest.

He smells so much of her that it irks you to the core. A rosey, floral perfume that only one person you know uses on the daily, now covering a man head to toe that you find yourself desperately unable to tear away from.

You hate feeling like this so much 一 so helpless and falling deep into a void 一 but you still push away the ache of your heart and showing him a smile so sweet that you hope he doesn't notice.

You still allow yourself a moment to indulge in his warmth when you melt in his arms as he holds you close. You still cheat yourself into thinking that he cares when he sucks on the spot just beneath your jaw that never fails to make you fold.

You still want to believe that you're different among the rest 一 that you still mean something to somebody, that you're not just a worthless toy that people get to play with when they're bored一

You want to believe that you're lovable, too.

You're just a girl who wants to be loved.

"Mhm." You hum into his neck as a reply.

His touch is electric on your hips when he moves you both to bed, while he lays you down so gently on the mattress with drunk but gentle hands.

You help to remove his suit when he hovers above you and you only reach your neck up to peck him gently on the lips when you're finished.

He's obviously very drunk tonight when you hear the low hum full of want that he lets out when you cheekily move away from his attacking lips, and there's a lot of kisses exchanged between you two when he catches you after that 一 from forehead kisses that shows how much he adores you to sweet little eskimo kisses that feels way too intimate for a relationship like yours, to sucking on each other's tongue as you slowly tangle yourselves together under the blanket.

You feel so, so comfortable wrapped in his arms while he tickles your neck with his nose. It's so warm in here compared to the frigid feeling in your heart when watching the two of them all cuddled up together on the couch一

There it is.

It's clouding your head again.

Your smile wavers a little against his skin and it's harder to act like nothing's ever happened before.

It's hard being pressed under his weight as he sobers himself up by indulging in your kisses, while in reality your mind is constantly flying back and forth between letting things be and swallowing your own heart to excusing yourself for the night to go cry in the toilet一

"Something's bothering you."

You twitch a little at that. Rindou is already staring at you with his eyes half-lidded when your own flicker swiftly back to his figure resting on your chest.

"Hmm? Nothing is wrong, Sir." Your voice is extremely soft tonight, he notices.

And for some reason your response rubs him the wrong way. He clicks his tongue, a bit unsatisfied, and moves himself off your chest to rest on the pillow next to you.

But he still pulls you next to him nonetheless 一 clement hands combing through your locks with his five fingers so sweetly as he admires your pretty face.

"What's wrong?" He pushes you even closer to himself with the hand looped under your neck. "Tell me."

A thumb of his own finds its way rubbing on your bottom lip and you feel so mushy when he looks at you that way again, though you still remain silent at that.

"C'mon, tell me,"

He hands you your voice again with a wide open palm.

"My pretty girl."

And you take it with you.

You embrace it this time.

"I saw you with Sakura-chan earlier."

He sighs through his nose before nuzzling at your cheek, a teasing smile on his lips. "That's what this is about?"

He shifts you both a little when you don't respond, choosing to bury yourself into his neck and sulk. He doesn't force you to look at him, though. Still so sweet when he coos and comforts you by rubbing on your back.

"I didn't fuck her, you know. I was only with her for a couple hours."

You smile. "It's okay, you don't have to explain to me, Sir. I was simply waiting for you to visit again. I was worried, but you're okay."

Rindou doesn't like that this is your response to him when you've just hung your obvious jealousy out for him to see. His chest pangs with something unexplainable when you pat on his back instead when in fact, you're the one who's feeling hurt.

"I didn't fuck her." He affirms again, a little stricter but full of sincerity this time. "Why do you think I didn't call you out with me today?"

You shake your head, biting on the inner corners your cheeks as you listen.

"People don't go around flaunting their treasures, no? At least not rational ones," he pauses to nibble at the fat of your cheek, beckoning you to please look at him again一 "that's just asking to be robbed."

"I was with business partners and I don't want them to know you're mine. That's dangerous."

You don't know what's so dangerous about being known as Haitani Rindou's favourite girl, because you want to be known. You want to be shown off, too. You want to be flaunted around proudly, like you're not just some man's dirty little secret that he'll bring to the grave.

But you're sure he has his own reasons for that.

You slowly remove your face from his neck to sniffle.

"And I still came tonight, yeah?" He rubs on your lids, playing with your lashes gently as you nod.

"'Cause I wanted to see you, pretty."

When Rindou spots the light gloss over your eyes and you cutesy lips turn pouty and you're looking at him like he'd just broken your heart into pieces一

He folds.

"I'm sorry, baby."

It's a first, he thinks to himself 一 that he's apologising for being with another girl to the girl he still doesn't know what exactly she is to him, other than the fact that he likes having her around a lot.

"No more of that, yeah?" He cups your cheeks with his hands as he hovers over your face, thumbs caressing your skin as you start tearing up, sniffling.

"Daddy's all yours."

He leans in to smooch on your lips.

"It'll only ever be you by my side today onwards."

A hand of his grabs onto your wobbly ones to place it right where his heart resides, feeling it beat beneath your palm through the layer of his shirt. It's erratic 一 full of panic and heartache the minute your waterworks start, because he hates seeing you cry, especially when it is because of him.

And then he pulls your hand back up to his lips to kiss on your fingers, his purple orbs not once breaking contact with your own, as you whimper and reach yoir arms oit to pull him into your chest, swallowing him into your soul.

Yours and yours only.

Rindou smiles.

How is a girl like you ever going to break his heart?

Stupid Ran.

this 2 love bug's trope summarised: love at first sight but with juicy lore 🔇 this is so poorly written but i dont wanna keep it in my drafts any longer since the year is ending and i really want to post something

[white-poppie]

As a writer, I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ; words: 0.4k

"What do you mean you've never given a kiss?"

Sitting so close to him, you're surprised to see him so serious about such a topic. In your head you had often imagined who knows what things about RINDOU HAITANI, but in none of these you imagined him as someone who had yet to have his first kiss. He's a delinquent, who knows how many girls have fallen at his feet all these years... and he still has to kiss?

He looks down, a light pink blush coloring his pale skin "I'm not as desperate as my brother. I wanted to wait, that's all" he says taking your hands in his, squeezing them gently as he begins to massage your knuckles. You observe how your hands seem intended for his, how together they almost look like a painting, one of those you often saw in the art galleries you visited together. Maybe all the thoughts you've had about him so far are wrong, perhaps more than you care to admit

"But you told me you wanted to kiss me" you say unsure, still with the words from earlier echoing in your mind. Rindou looks up not letting go of your hands, but his sudden boldness is betrayed by his tense shoulders and the way he breathes, almost as if he's out of air "So what? I'm tired of waiting"

"It's strange, I thought..." you say stuttering, but he interrupts you "I know, the usual story of the delinquent with all the women at his feet, who kisses them and even spends the night together. No, I'm not exactly that kind of person... plus, I spent half my life in prison, let's say there weren't many women there" he says, and you can't help but chuckle a little at the last part of his sentence "Maybe I just thought wrong"

"I can prove the opposite to you, that there is a part of delinquents who if they love a girl, only her exists" he says, his hand leaving yours as he shyly cups your chin. Two purple amethysts study your soul, as you slowly relax under his touch, the distance between your lips slowly reducing to zero

You have always been used to toxic loves, decent guys who however had no intention of treating you as you deserved. Yet, since you met him, he who has always been the opposite of them at least in appearance, has given you everything you deserved even before actually being in a relationship. He, a delinquent, who would get the whole Roppongi beaten up if you asked him, just to see you smile for a few seconds

"Can I, then?" he asks softly, his breath beating against your cold lips, divided by only one millimetre "You can"

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[anisespice]

Hey girl got a request,so like let’s say bonten is having a meeting with a new criminal organization gang that came in to come up with a deal,and while we are just sitting in the back looking at our new sparkly items Koko bought us,and the new criminal organization gang calls us out saying it’s disrespectful and rude calling us names..And bonten doesn’t like that one bit..So yeah I want them to react to that

hope it makes sense 😔😍🤺🤺

SAVE ME FROM MY WRITER'S BLOCK, ANON - HERE WE GO, NO MARIO. Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting~!

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, misogynistic undertones (from another gang), implied violence, guns mentioned, reader is criminally oblivious (love that for her), guard-dog!bonten supremacy, sanzu gets his own warning lol and i think that's it.

notes: yall. can you believe i actually wrote this in one sitting? without stopping?? wild concept for me, haven't been able to do that in a good minute *knock on wood*, but i hope you enjoy! more stuff coming soon ♡

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow, @captaincyberqueen

Upon the arrival of the recently developed organization, officially known as Kaiju, things already weren’t off to a great start. They were late, clocked at about twenty minutes past schedule. Excuses poured from them like a broken faucet, blaming their tardiness on traffic, which the members were willing to give the benefit of the doubt, some more than others. Then, they were unprepared. Scrambling about with their half-assed introduction mixed with a sloppily thrown together presentation, it was insulting at worst. 

Here they were, biggest in the game, offering an opportunity to help underground operatives make a name for themselves..and this is how they want to showcase their potential? Mikey waved it off when his number three voiced this flaw, merely chalking it up with inexperience–Everyone has to start somewhere, right? 

But. Finally came strike three. The one thing, the most damning thing they could’ve ever done to have mercy jump right out the window and straight to hell, was when one of their foolish members spoke ill of you. 

It was supposed to be taken as a joke, something controversial in a room amongst men, locker room talk if you would. Unfortunately for him and the rest of his team, Bonten didn’t see it that way. What was said wasn’t important, but the intent behind it was enough to make them hostile. And Kaiju would soon realize it too late despite no one laughing on that side of the room. If anything, the room grew colder. No matter who you looked at, venom consumed their gazes, a deathly aura building from their leader all the way to the advisors. The only reason no one reached for their gun, mowing them down in an array of bullets, was because you didn’t hear the disrespectful comment. 

All gazes shifted over to you briefly, sitting pretty in your little area they set up just for you. They liked having you close by, even during something so mundane as a meeting, watching you happily paint your nails or open up all the shiny new trinkets they bought you. Kaiju should count themselves lucky that you had headphones on, blissfully listening to music, not a care in the world.

And it was going to stay that way. 

By now, the dumbasses before them caught on to their grave error. Especially when Sanzu made a show of santuring over to you upon Mikey’s silent request, swiftly gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the head of the table. You squealed slightly in surprise, headphones slipping off your ears in the process as you held on to the pink-haired gangster, confused smile on your face. “Haru! You scared me!~” 

“Sorry, doll. Boss wants ya to sit right here.” Sanzu gently sets you down on your awaited throne, Mikey having made room by scooting his chair back, welcoming you with open arms. 

Still confused though not complaining, you merely shrugged before making yourself comfortable, snuggling more into the leader before putting your headphones back on. Mikey held you possessively, arms locked around you like a shield, placing a small kiss to your forehead. Message was sent; message soon received. 

Kaiju’s leader began blubbering out more excuses, reprimanding his subordinate in the same breath for saying such a thing about Bonten’s trophy wife–

Guns are drawn instantly and zeroed in on every last one of them. Stunned to horrified silence, as were his underlings, they all stood frozen in fear as they stared down multiple barrels in every angle. Koko scoffed, “You must got a death wish, huh?” 

“She’s no trophy, have some goddamn respect,” Mochi added, earning a sardonic chuckle from Ran. 

“Big ask from idiots who have none. Couldn’t even bother to show up on time, now they wanna make jabs at our [_____]. I say we’ve been more than courteous, wouldn’t you agree, otouto?” 

“Tsk. Let’s just waste ‘em. We’d be doing the streets a favor.” 

“Great idea,” Sanzu and Takeomi answered in unison, the former sounding twice as eager. 

The only ones placid were Kakucho and Mikey, one quietly observing whilst the other made sure you remained ignorant to the situation, angling you in his lap to where you were practically straddling him, phone still in hand as you watched a music video your favorite k-pop group dropped recently. The only sounds in the room were the panicked breathing of Kaiju and your melodic humming to the song. Mikey patted your head, satisfied that you were still your happy self. If any of those bastards made your smile drop even a centimeter, he would have their bodies fed to the dogs. With a small sigh, he and Kakucho eventually made eye contact. Then, he gave a small nod. “You were right. Should’ve killed them after that shitty presentation. Handle it.” 

Kakucho gave a curt nod, then signaled for Kaiju to be apprehended. With guns still aimed at them, leaving them no choice but to grovel for mercy, the Haitanis along with Mochi and Takeomi forced them to march out of the room, and to their inevitable deaths, not wanting to startle you with the sight of bloodshed so early in the morning.

Sanzu was already dialing up reinforcements to help with cleanup and disposal, face beaming as he practically skipped out of the room. Kakucho gave one last look to you, then Mikey, then politely bowed before closing the door behind him on his way out. You jumped slightly, the song ending right when the door slammed shut, making you lift one of your headphones and look around in shock.

“Oh, is the meeting over already?” 

Mikey reached up to thumb your lower lip, then reached up to playfully pinch your cheek. You grinned, gently swatting him away, so oblivious to the men you inadvertently sent to their demise all to protect that very smile. The former blonde shook his head, leaning on the armrest to rest his chin atop his knuckles. “No. Ended up being a waste of time. Don’t think you would’ve liked them.” 

You chortled. “Doesn’t matter if I like them. It’s your business, silly.” 

“Mm, you are our business, angel. And we like you more.”

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[stunie]

Hear me out. ✋😩🤚 stoner Rindou and Wakasa and being passed around I’m just sayin hear ME OUT

SCREAMING i am hearing u out ands! ok so i don’t write for stoner!character because i feel like i would do a terrible job, however. being passed around ? yes. i would absolutely love to think of that ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

rindou x f!reader x wakasa

contains: explicit smut (18+), threesome, creampie, etc

They’re surprisingly compatible.

Your back is flush against Rindou’s chest, his fingers craning your head to the side as he sticks two fingers into your mouth, content with the way you’re instinctively sucking and licking his digits the second they touch your tongue. You’re doing the best you can anyway— your face is looking so sinful and they’ve barely even started, your eyes teary and half lidded from the way Wakasa is currently flicking his tongue at your click.

“Think she’s ready,” Wakasa grunts from between your legs, satisfied with the way your legs have begun trembling just from his tongue. The second he’s moving up, the fingers previously in your mouth are being stuffed deep inside your cunt, roughly curling against your sensitive walls as you squeal. It only takes you a little longer before you’re squirting, screaming as your juices gush all over Rindou’s hands, and you hear Wakasa sigh.

“Well now she’s definitely ready.”

You find yourself on all fours next, your face just mere inches away from Wakasa’s achy cock as he glances down at you through lidded eyes, hands coming to settle on the back of your head as he guides you closer. Rindou’s behind you, lining his thick cock along your hole before he’s pushing inside with a deep groan.

Your moans are muffled by the cock that’s stretching your throat out, vibrations of your voice pulling the most sinful groans from Wakasa as Rindou fucks you at a brutal pace. Wakasa’s hand is firm against your head, keeping his cock deep inside you, and Rindou’s grip on your thighs is bruising.

It’s only a few minutes in when one of them gets the idea to switch off, one of them moving to ruffle your hair before they’re both making their way behind you.

“Every two minutes?”

“Mhm. Every two minutes.”

You’re being dragged by your ankles next— until only your upper body’s on the mattress, body bent over as you grasp at the sheets. Your eyes are rolling back into your skull, throat raw from screaming, and it takes you a while to get used to them, but by the third round, you’re vaguely able to differentiate the two by the specific way they fuck you.

Wakasa goes deeper, thrusts a little more focused on making you feel the stretch— letting you feel him reach into your stomach. Rindou goes harder, his cock is slamming against the spot that has you screaming, and he aims to pummel that same spot as soon as he finds it.

You lose count of how many times they’ve switched. They’re still pounding into you so roughly that you’ve been pushed up onto your toes, then completely off your toes, but your thighs are too tired— too weak to hold up your weight, so they resort to simply holding you up for them. Their hands are tight around your hips, keeping you nice and still for them to each have a turn at dumping their next load inside you.

[theghooligan]

mitsuya hallucinating that koko was mikey during the intense training that taiju gave them to suffer through was wild man