#wind breaker reader

[yuyu-writes]

152.4 Centimeters Across, Spring Forms in the Form of You

⟡ wind breaker - togame jo x reader

⟡ wc: 17,861

⟡ strangers to friends to lovers au, neighbors au, sfw

⟡ summary:

a marble rolling, the sound of his laughter, spring blooms.

strangers to friends to lovers AU, where you share new beginnings with your new neighbor, Togame Jo.

Archive of Our Own

Messy hair, dark eyes, a pair of shades perched on top of his nose. You see him in the morning, as soon as you lock the door to your apartment, heading to the elevator that he is currently stepping out of. He’s your new neighbor, replacing the grumpy old man who used to live to the right of you and always gave you the stink eye whenever you sat outside on your little balcony on warmer nights.

You greet him with a small nod and a smile as you pass him, slipping into the elevator and punching the ground floor. He glances at you, and you return it until the elevator doors close, the curtains closing on your first, and what you assume is your last encounter with him. 

Well, at least now you’ll be able to enjoy your balcony without hearing endless complaints and wheezing.

The elevators ding, the doors sliding open, and you step outside, heading out to the busy streets of Tokyo. The same sights as yesterday pass by as you head to work, a fifteen minute walk to a tall office building that towers over you just as its siblings do. The remnants of the winter cold linger in the air, and you wrap your scarf tighter around your neck, hints of incense tickling your nose as you soak it all in.

You look forward to spring, to blooming colors and new beginnings. But to get there, you have to face the day, the same old same old.

Work comes and goes in a blur – countless emails reviewed and sent, editing your coworker’s mistakes from their documents, and one too many meetings that you believed were unnecessary to begin with. It’s all so much, yet so little at the same time. As soon as the evening hits, your coworkers begin to file out, sharing little greetings as they grab their things and hurry to leave to avoid any last minute work to grip them by the collar and force them into overtime. You quickly follow suit, and you let out a sigh as you finally leave the office, letting your shoulders sag as exhaustion washes over you in a cold wave. 

The sun is already setting by the time you greet the evening air, a harsher chill that bites at your cheeks. You’re quickly swept up by the after work foot traffic of the city and seamlessly, you join the crowds, heading to your favorite takeout joint a few streets down to grab dinner for the night. Cooking is out of the question– you’re too tired for any of that at this point in time, much different from when you first moved in, eager to start your life anew as a fresh college graduate.

It’s been a couple of years since then, and you find solace in the convenience store bentos and styrofoam takeout boxes that fill up a terrible amount of space in your trashcan. Dreams and imaginations and the like are all stored away in boxes, sealed tightly as to not even let out a glimmer of hope. You know what it’s like to face reality, you know it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. The drone of chatter and dull footsteps follow you, words lost among all the conversations, the monotone colors of asphalt black and gray silk suits filling your vision.

Soon, you find yourself at your destination, one you’ve discovered on a whim years ago and has become a place you frequent much too often. The warm lights welcome you in, greeting you with its chatter and evening bustling as you head to the front counter.

The granny greets you fondly amongst the chaos of dinner hour— the old ma and pa restaurant being a fan favorite to the surrounding residential area. You order your favorite, plus a little extra to pack for tomorrow’s lunch, and she ushers you to wait on the little cushion near the cash register, promising you it would be out soon. Your eyes skim across the people seated at each table.

A kid babbles happily over a bite of omurice, a group of young girls giggle and smile over their phones, an elderly man smiles tenderly to his wife.

You turn your head, staring at a chipped spot of paint on the wall instead. A wave of loneliness washes over you, all of a sudden, but you push it all down, just like always. Not long after, the granny comes out with your order, handing you the plastic bag and waving you off as you take your leave, back into the dreary streets, back into the waves of monotony. That is, until the crowds thin, the evening foot-traffic dwindled to those who walk under the night skies. You stare straight ahead, but you know that they haven’t lost their interest in you.

You grimace. 

Gripping the plastic bag tighter, you continue down the street, past your apartment building because you sure as hell won’t be leading the group of guys who have been following you since the restaurant. You gave them the benefit of doubt, something you really need to stop doing, because you find yourself in situations like this . Four men who you got a quick peek at earlier as they exited the convenience store right in front of you– sleazy and drunk. They eyed you as you passed, hungry gazes that you ignored, refusing to entertain them.

“Hey!”

You steel your nerves, continuing your pace before footsteps thump faster behind you and you’re forced to quickly turn at the next street–

Shit. A long alley greets you, lined with dumpsters and trash, and the cherry on top is the concrete wall at the end. You hear them laugh mockingly, approaching you step by step.

“Oh? Guess you took a wrong turn,” one guy sneers. “Do you need help getting home?”

The others elbow each other, their eyes running along your frame–you suppress a shiver of disgust. It makes your skin crawl to watch them look up and down at you like you’re some eye candy. With a heavy sigh, you set down your bag at the cleanest spot on the floor, before settling your takeout on top of it.

You undo the top few buttons of your button-up, before rolling up your sleeves as the guys whistle.

“Ha! How cute, look,” one of them says, eyes glued to your chest. “Getting ready for us here? So eager, aren’t we?”

Keep your body loose, let it flow, don’t lock up. The words echo in your head. How long has it been?

The leader of their little group walks up to you, slowly lifting his hand to reach out to your wrist. 

“C’mon, let’s head back and—“

His fingers wrap around your wrist, and in an instant, you twist your arm, slipping out of his grasp as you pivot and spin your body, your other arm raised to elbow him with all the momentum you have. He cries out in pain as your elbow digs in his cheek, stumbling back a few steps as the rest of his group gathers behind him.

“Bitch!” he curses, a hand immediately coming up to cup his swelling cheek. “The hell you doing? Teach her a goddamn lesson!”

It shocks the other three to turn towards you, and you crack your neck.

It’s been awhile since you’ve fought.

They come at you as if numbers will win, like children who only know how to run and punch and kick. It’s easy to toy with them, so you do. With a smooth kick, you trip the one in front by sweeping him off legs, grabbing him by the collar before throwing him towards the second closest man, who falls down with his weight. The third looks intimidated, but raises a fist and yells, swinging at air as you sidestep and raise a leg to kick him to the floor. You fight with them, almost like a dance, letting them charge and scream as you weave around them, landing hits here and there and barking a laugh at how pathetic they are.

It reminds you of the schoolyard, it reminds you of the bruises and the sneers. It reminds you of how alive you felt. But it’s not like that anymore, constrained in your button-up and slacks, dwindled down by adulthood and everything it has. Your limbs burn and sweat beads your forehead much sooner than you expected. Darkness creeps up your vision, and a dizzy spell hits with each swing and punch.

The leader looks at you with growing anger, steam coming out of his ears and the sight makes you almost laugh, if it weren’t for the gleaming pocketknife in his hand. 

Your exhaustion-addled brain takes a moment too long to focus on it— now noticing one of the lackeys get up and grab you from behind, looping his arms under yours as he snickers. You’re about to swing your legs and send a kick to his shins, until one of the guys on the floor crawls over, grabbing them and holding you down. 

“Who knew this bitch had fangs?” The guy grunts from underneath you, struggling to hold onto your legs. 

Never close your eyes in a fight.

You don’t, and you brace yourself as he pulls his arm back with the knife. Just before he reaches you, you’ll twist your body with as much momentum you can muster– a last ditch attempt to fight back really.

The sharp metal glistens. You don’t blink, waiting, waiting…

You hear loud clacks rush from behind him, and you hold your breath. Something rushes behind him, and all of a sudden–

“Ack!!”

A wooden sandal cracks on top of the leader’s skull, sending his head to the floor in an instant. The grip on you loosens, so you quickly kick your legs out from their grip, maneuvering so you can slam your heel against the man’s arms, while you twist your upper body to elbow the man behind you. They both grunt and yell in pain, tripping over the one on the floor and falling into a heap with pained groans.

“Well, there’s one more left,” your savior, who you recognize as your new neighbor, nods to the last guy standing, who’s backed up to the alley wall, legs quivering and an ugly bruise already forming above his eye.

“Alright! I give!” he pathetically yells, raising both arms as he glances at the rest of his group. 

And in moments, police sirens ring out, and you’re met with a soft grin of your neighbor. Perhaps your story with him isn’t as short as you thought at first.

-

Togame Jo. 

Your mind ponders on the name as you vaguely listen to the police officer as he goes through a spiel he’s given one too many times, jotting down some last notes before promising justice and maybe a follow-up phone call regarding the case. You’re off the hook with reasoning for self-defense, Togame easily coming in to share his piece, as well as the requests for CCTV footage from the streets to further prove as evidence of the four following you and physically  harassing you.

He waits for you with hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, and it’s only then you realize he’s dressed like he just left home, in a loose navy samue that makes you wonder what kind of person he is. An enigma, perhaps, because on second glance, you wouldn’t assume someone appearing so laidback like him to resort to violence.

But you know one thing for certain: he knows how to fight, and he’s strong.

You have no doubt your takeout is cold, and that you’ll probably be sore tomorrow. It’s been awhile since you’ve fought like that, moving your body in ways you did years ago. And with some disappointment, you realize your body isn’t like what it used to be, withered down by shitty office chairs and a less than ideal diet of takeout and 300-yen bentos. 

“You alright?” 

You look up. Despite the loud clack-clack-clack of his wooden sandals, you didn’t notice him walking up to you, too lost in your thoughts until he was standing right in front of you.

“Ah, yes. Thank you for your help,” you say softly. “Sorry for getting you dragged into all this.”

“Not at all,” he responds. “I couldn’t sit around when they were ganging up on a lady like you.”

“I appreciate it,” you offer him a small smile that he returns. “You’re my new neighbor… right?”

“Yup,” he says simply, holding out a hand. “Think you already heard, but the name’s Togame Jo.”

You introduce yourself, shaking his hand and ignoring the way his grip is tight, mapping out the callouses that litter his palm. An enigma, your mind supplies. His hands remind you of your own.

“Well, were you headed home? I’ll walk back with you.”

“Yes… thank you.”

He lets you take the lead, a step behind yours as you head back to your apartment together. You feel a bit awkward, wondering if you should say anything to fill in the silence, but when you glance at Togame from the corner of your eye, he doesn’t seem to face the same situation you’re in, hooded eyes scanning his surroundings, hands tucked casually into his pockets. You wonder what’s on his mind, but by the looks of it, maybe he’s just taking in the surrounding area. It makes you briefly ponder why he moved  here, but you shake it off. 

Your apartment complex comes into view, and you let out a sigh of relief, finally home after the long day. 

“Thank you, again,” you say, bowing your head. “Things could’ve gotten ugly if you weren’t passing by.”

“No problem,” he says casually. “Well, I’ll see you around. Get some rest.”

“You too. Good night,” you say, closing the door softly.

Immediately, you lean your forehead against it, letting out a tired sigh. An empty apartment greets you from behind, a silent, dark “welcome home” that makes you crumble to the ground and you hug your knees close to your chest.

You’re so tired, and tonight is just one of your final straws. Not that you thought much of your neighbor, but you wondered just how badly he thinks of you now, hidden by easygoing smiles and lazy eyes. You never wanted anyone to see this side of you, especially not as their first impression of you.

You imagine the sneers, the glares, the disappointment, the disgust.

Whatever. It’s not like you really cared about him, anyways. No one stays around, and you don’t feel like driving a stake into anyone’s lives when you barely have a handle on your own. 

(But maybe part of you wondered if you could’ve been friends– he seemed to be around your age, after all, a stark difference from the older residents living around you).

On the bright side, things won’t change. That’s probably the actual last time you’ll see Togame. Part of you wonders if you need to pay him back at all, but with how laidback he was, you don’t think he’ll mind too badly, and if anything, you'll get him one of those cheap snack gift sets to leave in front of his door as a little thank-you.

It’s a fleeting thought that disappears as you get ready for the night.

The next few days pass by quietly, and the weekend comes around uneventfully, and your nights are back to being peaceful when you walk home. It’s as things should be, after all.

As always, you grab dinner at the convenience store on the corner of the street, and once you return home, you switch things up and head out onto your patio to eat, moving away all the crap you’ve piled in front of the door before sliding it open with a loud screech.

The buzz of the city keeps your head occupied, thoughts weaving along the honking cars and bright LED lights. Your eyes follow the small figures of passersby, cars that blaze past, and eventually they linger on the stylized kanji painted across the billboards, advertising a new vacation hotspot in Hokkaido with the best hot springs.

You could’ve been the girl in the ad— smiling with her friends, her family, or maybe even a loving boyfriend on an amazing trip. You could’ve been her, if you had simply lowered your head, if you lowered your fists and stashed away your pride.

You lean against the railing of your patio, letting yourself lean farther and farther until your head hangs down, letting the wind flow through your hair, letting your feelings swirl down the drain— just as you’ve always done. 

You breathe.

“No one wants a girl so violent like you.”

Your mother glares down at you with disappointment, your father turns away in shame. Your little sister tugs at their shirts and smiles brightly, talking about how she’s the top of the class and is a perfect student that everyone loves. Meanwhile, the girls in your class shun you, eyeing the bandages on your face, pointing out the way you wear slacks instead of the mandatory skirt. The boys laugh and jeer, and sometimes they pull at your hair and bump into you much too rough for it to be an accident.

And at the back of the schoolyard, away from the teacher’s eyes, you fight. You fight for thrill, you fight for revenge, you fight for whatever twisted sense of justice you had in your heart, you fight to get through the day. Your knuckles have been bloodied and you’ve tasted copper smeared across your lip more times than you can count on one hand. Bruises littered your skin, hidden behind concealer and tights you wore, and there hasn’t been a day you haven’t been sore.

The nurse’s office becomes your lunch spot, you find solace sitting at bed at the end of the room, a first aid kit left on the bedside by the old lady who always gives you pitying looks. It doesn’t stop you, though, from wrapping your hands and cleaning off the blood, ready to keep going.

And it’s all you know, even once you barely manage to graduate high school and you’re thrown into one of the lowest ranking colleges that were willing to accept you. You keep your head low, passing your classes without so much as a peep. Your skin has long since healed, faint scars remaining as a reminder of what you’ve done, and what you don’t have anymore.

What do you have now? You wonder to yourself everyday. There’s more to it, surely. There’s more to life than this, right?

You breathe. 

Sometimes, you feel phantom pains of the bruises on your skin, the deep aches that thrum in your bones. Sometimes, you remember feeling drunk off adrenaline, letting it take over and giving in to its instincts. 

You breathe.

“Miss, can you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you look to your right.

Togame Jo is leaning over his patio— an arm extended out, so painfully far, but in some attempt to reach you . His eyebrows are furrowed a miniscule amount, and for a moment, you have no idea why he looks so concerned.

Something terribly cold washes over you— shame, guilt, embarrassment?

“Do you hear me now?”

Was he talking to you before? You didn’t hear anything, not even the sound of the door opening. A car honks in the distance, a rowdy group laughs from below, a bird caws overhead. You nod. He gazes at you and continues, slowly, “Can you back away from the railing? It’s dangerous to do something like that.”

Oh, that’s why.

First he sees the worst in you, and now this? You can’t help but chuckle as you lift your head. “Want to be my savior again?”

“Like I said, you had that situation all handled,” he says simply. “Just thought I’d make it a bit easier for you.”

It’s the same thing he said before. You stand up straighter, meeting his gaze with a hard stare of your own. “Glad to know I didn’t seem like a damsel in distress.”

“Not with moves like yours,” he shrugs. It seems like he relaxes when his gaze flickers to the way you grab onto the railing. Leaning over, he rests against his own, peering out onto the streets, watching them move and breathe. “Seems like it wasn’t your first rodeo.”

You bite your lip and nod. He doesn’t need to know, and he only hums in acknowledgement. He doesn’t seem surprised, but neither are you— it was clear that he knew of your nature and can easily assume your past as well. You narrow your eyes at him. This is the part of the song where they ask, why? Where they realize how undesirable you are, how you’re not good business to be involved with. Will he start prying, just as everyone else does?

Yet he doesn’t continue asking, merely watching the cityscape with uninterested eyes. You stare at him, waiting, putting up your guard for what he’ll surely ask next.

When he meets your gaze once more, he merely chuckles. Before you can ask him what he’s laughing about, he crouches down, shuffling inside a plastic bag and bringing out a peace offering to you, reaching across your balcony.

“Ramune?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

It’s a strange offering, one that has you off-balance. No questions, no criticisms, just a simple 100 yen drink that drips of condensation. You haven’t had one in years.

“Never said that,” you mumble, thanking him quietly as you take the cold bottle in your hand. He has one in his own hand, easily popping out the marble and letting it fizz. You open yours.

“To new beginnings.” He holds out his half-drank bottle, and you tap yours against his. The marble rattles, and something inside you does too. The walls you’ve built up, strong and unwavering, tremble just a tiny bit. You don’t know what to expect from him.

Perhaps he doesn’t know, or he doesn’t care to know. Perhaps he already knows what you’ve gone through, and he doesn’t need to hear it from your own voice.

Perhaps, he’s giving you a chance to start anew, because he’s the same as you.

“To new beginnings.”

-

As the winter frost begins to melt, you find yourself going out onto the patio more evenings than not. 

It’s strange, that you find yourself using your voice, not to just spin the cogs at work and get things done, but to share something with a man you just met. In all three years of you moving to your little apartment in Tokyo, you haven’t shared a single word with your neighbors, apart from little greetings and nods shared in the halls or the elevator. 

But with Togame, he worms his way into your life, leaning over his balcony to greet you every evening with a small smile, offering you leftovers from the restaurant he works at on late nights, or an extra Ramune he claims he accidentally bought from the convenience store on the way home. His easygoing manner makes it hard to deny him, and you have no choice but to accept his offerings. In return, you begin picking up extra things for him during your convenience store runs (to repay him, you tell yourself, but part of you doesn’t know why you’re relieved when he enjoys the snacks you pick out for him).

The evening sunset replaces the background of your conversations with Togame, as the days grow longer and the night grows shorter. During this time, you learn more about Togame, about why he moved to the city from a small town near Tokyo. As the sun falls gently, he tells you about his stories with Choji Togiyama and Shishitoren, about the times he helped out the festival food stalls, and how one of the owners had offered him an opportunity to work full-time at a restaurant they were opening in the big city. 

“Why’d you take it?” you asked him. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugs. “It’s something new.”

“To new beginnings.”

You listen. You read the pages of Togame Jo’s story that he lays out for you, and you hear it all from his low voice, filled with nostalgia and fondness. It makes you feel everything— happiness, pity, longing, friendship. The way he tells you of his journey makes you want one for yourself: A team to consider family, a place to consider home. 

You learn how he’s not a stranger to fights, and he has no shame in sharing his scars with you. It makes sense with how strong he was with that single kick you witnessed. But you envy him for having teammates, brothers to depend on as he fought by their side.

To your surprise, he doesn’t ask about you, but you have no doubt he has his own questions, because it’s human nature to be curious after all. It’s not like you particularly want to talk about yourself— no one has ever wanted to hear your side of the story. And despite how relaxed he seems to you at first glance, you’re not quite sure if that’ll stay the same once he learns the truth about you. 

Bouts of silences have you guarded and ready, shields raised in case he finally gives in and prods you for answers. Yet he never takes those chances, simply simmering in the quiet, letting his words float away in the wind, admiring the late sunset as he closes his tale.

You’re grateful, and despite not voicing it, you think he knows, by the way he smiles at you from across the balcony in the silence. 

At least for now, he takes the wheel of the conversation, and you gladly let him. Part of you wonders why he’s so open to sharing, why he’s telling you so much. You ask him, one night, as you drink the ramune he hands you, like clockwork.

Why is he so willing to share his all with you?

“Why? We’re friends, are we not?”

“Friends,” you repeat with uncertainty, and Togame lets out an amused huff that makes you frown. 

“Yes, friends,” he chuckles, as if it’s obvious. “You remind me of someone I know. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” you exclaim, slamming your hands on the railing, without a doubt your cheeks flushed a brightening red. “The hell are you talking about?!”

He laughs even harder, and he has to lean away from the patio edge, avoiding the glass bottle you swing at him in your hand, closing the 152.4 centimeters of distance separating you two. The marble rattles sharply inside it, but all you can focus is on his laughter, a comforting sound that you wouldn’t mind hearing more of.

Change, and new beginnings. It’s a strange thing to you, that you just so happened to find it unexpectedly as spring begins to bloom much brighter.

-

“Would you want to get dinner with me this Friday?” Togame asks you nonchalantly, and you blink. He’s got some novel in his hand, leaning back in his chair, a rickety thing that squeaks with any movement. You’re filing your nails, about to apply a new polish of black that you pulled out from your bathroom cabinet.

“Sure? I mean, why are you asking out of the blue?” you ask, more confused than anything. For being friends, your schedules haven’t lined up too much except in the late evenings, where you throw words back and forth on warm nights. Togame’s shifts vary from week to week, usually working morning to afternoons, but also occasionally working evenings during the dinner rush.

Togame lifts his novel for you to see. You don’t recognize the title. “Just thought it’d be nice to share a proper meal. At a proper setting.”

“Like this isn’t to your fancy,” you shoot back, and he his lips tug up in a lazy smile.

“Never said it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t mind eating a nice meal with nice company in front of me, not across,” he pauses, gesturing to the gap between you. “Think it’d be safer without a thirty-foot drop separating us, but that’s just me.”

“Nice company, huh?” you echo, wondering exactly what he sees in you when he’s the one who’s always led the conversations and has shown his heart on his sleeve. Is this what friendship is? It’s strange, since you can’t pinpoint it so easily, but what do you know?

If only it were that easy to label whatever this is as friendship. You still don’t know if you can do it, if you’re capable of it. It’s so easy for others, as natural as breathing, in some cases. But it’s all unknown territory that you don’t think is worth stepping into.

“Don’t think too hard about it,” he tells you, bringing you out of your stupor. “Choose a place, anything’s fine, I’m not picky.”

That’s not very helpful, you think to yourself, but you know he won’t take no for an answer. So the next few days you lament over your options, pitifully realizing, there aren’t that many. As Friday rolls around, you ultimately end up in front of your favorite restaurant, for the first time, not ordering takeout, but telling the old granny that you’d like a table for two. She blinks in surprise. 

“How wonderful! There’s a table near the back that should be getting cleaned off. She smiles brightly at Togame with curious, twinkling eyes. “Who’s this, dear?”

“Her neighbor, nice to meet you, ma’am,” he introduces himself with a small bow, and she chuckles.

“Oh, no need for any of that,” she waves off. “I’ll have someone bring over menus for you two!”

You and Togame head to the table, slipping into the booth across from him. One of the servers brings you menus and water, and you take one to look through. You already know what you want, having a craving for it earlier in the day, but it’s not like you want Togame to know how often you frequent here, especially if it’s not to his liking.

“Anything you recommend?” he asks, and you peer over the menu to watch him skim through it. “It all looks good.”

“A lot of their rice dishes are good,” you answer. “I’ll probably get their tonkatsu plate.”

He hums, and when the granny comes around, you wait for Togame to answer, before he gestures for you to order first. You order one of your go-to’s, simple tonkatsu and rice, while Togame lists off a lot of things that make you raise an eyebrow. He doesn’t seem to mind, chatting with the old granny about how he looks forward to trying their food, and offering a polite thank you as she heads to the kitchen.

You idly chat with Togame as you wait for the food to be served, and once it comes out, your stomach growls, yet the sight of all the plates of food Togame had ordered makes you deadpan. 

“How are you going to eat all this?”

“Metabolism,” he answers simply, picking up his chopsticks. “And it’s my treat.”

“Wait, I’m the one who brought you here and—“

“And I suggested we go out together,” Togame quickly interrupts, with a sly smile that makes you realize he’s been planning for it this entire time. “Next time it’s on you— and I won’t order too much, promise.”

The promise of next time, so confidently said, has you speechless, and you barely manage a nod. “Okay.”

“Good,” Togame huffs. “C’mon, before it gets cold.”

He begins to eat, and you follow suit, listening to the chatter of the people next to you, the calls from the cooks in the back and servers rushing back and forth with orders and drink refills. 

“Is it good?” you ask, watching Togame take bites of his meal. He nods. 

“Really good,” he answers. “Homemade stuff hits the best.”

He offers you to take some pieces of his many plates, and you try out new dishes you haven’t ordered before, expanding your list of go-to meals now. 

“I’ve always loved food,” Togame says in between bites. “Told you, I used to work part-time at those festival stalls, and I was unbeaten in food eating contests.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Dunno. Can’t pick one,” he shrugs. “But you remember that group I mentioned to you before? Bofurin?”

Black jackets, lined with green and gold. Wind chimes sing gently with the wind, a town so peaceful next to Shishitoren’s territory. Long gone are the days where they were enemies, now becoming close allies, protecting the peace of their town and its surrounding areas. It’s another story he shared with you, one that had your attention that entire evening from start to finish.

You don’t remember any of their names except for a “Sakura,” who Togame seemed quite fond of, waking him up from his delusions during their fight (a conversation , he reminds you).

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Their leader back then, Umemiya, told us how he fought so he could enjoy moments like this,” Togame gestures to the spread of food. “Eating together to have fun, laugh like idiots, and forget about all the bad things, just for a little bit.”

He reaches over to snag a piece of tonkatsu off your plate, brightening up as he chews. “And it tastes better with company. I’m serious.”

You watch as he continues to eat, and he looks up, meeting your hesitant gaze before you give in, taking another bite of your meal. You chew, and chew, and realize that it’s so warm and rich, much different than the bland flavors you’ve gotten used to in the darkness of your lonely apartment.

“Good, isn’t it?”

All you can do is nod, holding back the quiver in your lips as you take another bite. It’s delicious, and you didn’t realize food could taste so warm and nice.

It’s not the last time you eat out with him.

The invitations for dinner, and occasionally breakfast or lunch on the weekends, continue on, whether it’s you showing him around the few places you know, or exploring new ones together. At one point, you find yourself at the restaurant Togame works at – a yakisoba joint that boasts its famous family recipe, having gained popularity once the doors have opened and business has been booming.

He introduces you to the owner, a kind man with graying hairs, his wife by his side and their little son tucked behind the front counter, drawing with crayons. It’s one of the best meals you’ve had, and Togame grins as you eat up one of his favorites. 

The world continues to turn, and spring soon fizzles away, its warmth growing to the hot glaze of summer. Tokyo summers are hot and humid, a terrible mix that makes you grimace at the stuffy air and the way you feel the moment you step outside. At the very least, your workplace has decent air conditioning, and the AC unit in your apartment does wonders to cool you down. Still, it's much too hot to spend your time outside.

Sitting at the balcony becomes troublesome— the evening sun still warm and burning even as the hours grow late, but before you can take the first step, Togame offers first, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder to point at the balcony door separating him from his AC.

“Want to come inside and eat with me here?”

Sweat drenches your forehead and you wipe it with your forearm, grimacing at just how terribly gross you feel.

“Sure. Give me a moment.” You hurry to freshen up before you find yourself outside Togame’s door, and he welcomes you into his home, the same layout as your apartment but painted with his colors instead.

Despite the familiarity, you’re still hesitant to step foot into his apartment, nervous to overstep any boundary, both his and yours. Yet somehow, Togame seems to sense that, merely smiling at you as he goes behind you, hands on your shoulders, and pushing you to his dining table.

“Make yourself at home, it’s not too different from your place, anyways.”

It doesn’t take long to make you realize just how much more intimate it feels, sitting across from Togame, able to see the way he picks up his food and chews, the small smile on his lips before he swallows.

When he looks up curiously to meet your gaze, you stuff a piece of your food into your mouth, chewing too fast and swallowing—

“Urk!” You cough into your fist, grabbing at your water and downing it all in one go. 

Togame laughs, and despite the intense heat that creeps up your neck and pools in your cheeks, you can’t help but laugh with him, watching as he gets sauce on his cheek in the midst of his chuckling.

And so dinners are shared together, most nights than not. 

You alternate between your place and his as the days go by, finding solace in the AC that blasts in your little home, eating dinner at his dining table or yours. Some days you cook simple meals with him, in your kitchen or his, and sometimes they end up a bit burnt or bland, but it’s delicious to you nonetheless. Other nights when you’re both a bit more tired than usual, takeout becomes your best friend.

Afterwards, you snack on ice cream or popsicles or cold ramune, sitting at the couch and watching old action flicks and TV shows to pass the time. Sometimes you talk over their dialogue, conversing about menial things that are highlighted with great importance. Sometimes you reenact the moves that the main characters do, ignoring the fact that their stunt doubles most definitely had harnesses and safety equipment, while you only had a small old couch for cushioning. Togame indulged you in your antics, more often shit-talking the terrible acting, or easily becoming your spar buddy for a move that makes your eyes sparkle. 

It all falls into place, slotting together like two puzzle pieces next to one another. It’s easy to laugh, it’s easy to breathe by his side, no matter how heavy the summer air lingers around you.

As July comes around, Togame asks you if you’d like to go to Tanabata with him. You’ve only gone to the star festival once when you were younger, but never gone afterwards, as your parents shunned you from meeting with the locals, and no one ever invited you to go with.

“I don’t have a yutaka, though,” you ponder. “I guess I’ll have to go shopping for one before then.”

“I know a place,” he offers. “Not too far from here. One of Mrs.Yamato’s friends owns it.”

Togame had the day shift for the weekend, so you’re left alone to navigate the shopping district, a hastily written note that has the name and address of the little boutique. A kind woman welcomes you inside, and as soon as you tell her you’ve come from a recommendation from Dodon-Yaki, she brightens up, ushering you deeper into the store. Letting her know of your search for a yukata, she immediately bombards you with questions, and the assistant at her side merely sweat drops by her side, calming her down. 

“Let’s take it one at a time, Ms. Mochizuki,” she says, before turning to you. “Would you like some tea before we start finding what you’re looking for?”

You nod, and as the boutique owner apologizes, the kind assistant brings out a cup of warm tea for the three of you. They ask you some basic questions, about what colors you prefer, what aesthetics you like, and even what patterns you enjoy to wear. While the assistant writes it down on a small notepad, Ms. Mochizuki begins to flit around the store, picking yukatas left and right and carrying the growing bundle in her arms before she lays them out in front of you.

“We can decide on an obi once you choose a yukata you like,” Ms. Mochizuki winks. “Oh, and you don’t have to worry about the price. I already heard from Yamato that this is a little birdie’s gift for you.”

Your mouth falls open. Huh? The assistant giggles, “Maybe you should’ve told her afterwards, Ms. Mochizuki.”

“Oh, you’re right, sweetie,” she gasps in surprise, but quickly recovers as she shakes her head. “Well, we can talk about that later, but for now! Let’s have you take a look at these…”

They breeze over the fact that Togame basically paid for your yukata, and before you can say anything about it, the two girls are putting yukatas to your frame, eyeing the way it compliments you. Most of them get hung up on the return rack while a few that you finally voice your preference to are placed to the side as your top contenders.

You try them on, one by one, letting the two stylists appraise the way it looks on you, until you find the one that makes your heart jump at your own reflection. It’s not often you dress up, apart from the occasional work party or outing, but even you can’t help the surprise that bubbles in your chest.

“This is the one,” Ms. Mochizuki beams, handing you a matching obi to press against your waist. “And this will be perfect. Don’t you think?”

You nod quietly, and the two women beam happily from beside you.

“Let’s get these packed up for you then.”

-

The moment you return home, you drop off the yukata at your place before retracing your steps, finding yourself in front of Togame’s apartment and rapping your knuckles against the door. He opens it soon after, the scent of food filling your nose and you assume he’s making dinner, but you have more important matters to attend to, which is–

“Why did you pay for my yukata?” you immediately question him, ignoring the way he blinks.

“Hello to you too,” he merely greets, opening the door a bit wider. “Almost done with curry. Want some?”

“Togame,” you stress his name, following him inside as he returns to the kitchen, standing in front of the stove. “Don’t play dumb with me.”

He huffs, amused. “I’m just inviting you in for dinner because it’s perfect timing. Did you get one you liked?”

“Yes, but let me pay you back because—“

“Good!” he interrupts you. “It’s a gift. Just accept it.”

“But—“

“A gift,” he repeats firmly. “Consider it a thanks for going to tanabata with me in the first place.”

“That doesn’t seem like a fair trade,” you mumble bitterly. You need to think of a way to pay him back, you need to–

“Because it’s not one,” Togame presses back, turning his back to you as he tends to the stove. “It’s a present. You don’t owe me anything in return, and it’d make me happy if you’d accept it.”

You bite your lip. You’re so used to one-sided arguments, stolen secrets, even unfair compromises that you had no say in. Yet for Togame to so easily give you something so precious, without expecting anything in return…

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “It… It means a lot. I really appreciate it.”

Togame smiles. “You’re welcome. Now, want to help set the table?”

-

Tanabata comes around soon within a few weeks.

As soon as work ends, you hurry back home, mentally planning out the hour or so you have to get ready before the time you agreed to meet Togame. You take a quick shower, and as you’re drying your hair, you take out the yukata from your closet, spreading it out onto your bed, with the obi.

The doorbell rings as you’re checking your small purse, and you quickly head to the door once you take one last peek at your camera to make sure your hair is to your liking. You open it, a greeting on your tongue that dissolves as soon as your eyes drink in Togame dressed in a sleek black yukata. A deep black traces smooth curls of smoky, ink strokes that taper at the ends. 

“You…” he starts first, voice trailing off as his eyes trail down your frame. You feel yourself warm at the realization, seeing pink dust his cheeks as he finally meets your gaze before he turns away, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “You look great.”

“You too,” you mutter sheepishly, willing your cheeks to cool down. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, and you follow in his step after you lock your door. The festival is about ten minutes away in the neighboring district, and you and Togame catch the bus right on time to head over.

Despite the humid air, you don’t dwell on the heat as you take in the new atmosphere. Food stalls and games line the pathway of the shrine, the smells of grilled meat skewers and freshly cooked takoyaki enticing you to try out everything. You watch as kids run past, weaving through the crowds of people with their boundless energy and clacking geta shoes, and you curiously eye the little trinkets that vendors sell, from the cute masks to the traditional omamori and accessories laid out.

It’s all so new to you, and you can’t help but soak it all in.

“We can do whatever you want,” Togame says softly, a hand resting on your shoulder as he pulls you close to him. “Just stay close, it’s super busy, and I don’t want to get separated from you.”

You’re rendered speechless, brain short-circuiting when you realize just how close Togame is. His cologne fills your nose, blocking out every other scent from the food stalls around you, and you can’t help but eye the way his yukata folds over his chest just centimeters away from your face. Something strange burns inside you, an inexplicable emotion that takes a hold of everything in you.

Togame says your name curiously, peering down at your face, and you swallow nervously, desperately stopping yourself from staring at his lips that hover over your face.

“O-Okay,” you manage to say, taking a small step out of his grasp, and after a beat of hesitance, reaching for his hand. He flinches as you slip your hand into his, before he laces his fingers around yours in response. “You should lead… so we don’t get separated, too.”

You avert your eyes, and Togame squeezes your hand after a moment. “Alright. Let’s get some food, then.”

You don’t see the way he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. 

Weaving through the waves of people, he points out all the street food that makes your stomach growl hungrily. You settle for some takoyaki to share, while he grabs yakitori from the stand over. It’s hot and fresh, and you nearly burn your tongue as you reach for another.

Togame mentions how many of the games are rigged, and you’re quick to agree as you watch the little kids miss their shots with the toy gun, or they toss their rings that merely hit the bottlenecks. But one game makes Togame brighten up— goldfish scooping. You’ve read about it before, using the little paper nets to scoop up the fish. As Togame pays for the both of you, you can’t help but eye the flimsy thing suspiciously.

“How does anyone catch a fish with this?”

“You’d be surprised at how good some kids are at this,” Togame says, crouching to the little plastic pool. “You don’t want to go too fast or else it’ll rip. Too slow, and the fish will swim away.”

You crouch beside him, watching as he eyes the fish swimming around in the water, before he easily scoops a small fish into his bowl.

In the midst of your awe, you watch as he scoops up a handful more before his net tears. He ushers you to try, handing off the bowl for the attendant to put his catch in a plastic bag. You try to follow his movements, but miss one, two, three fish, before the net begins to tear.

Togame pays for another net that you try,  and you nearly succeed– that is, until the fish violently flops on the surface before he tears through the paper and zips across the water.

“Well,” you huff, watching it zoom around. Togame laughs, and nudges you to move on to the next booths. He tries the shooting game, winning you a cute little cat keychain, and you get lucky on the ring toss, gifting him a similar keychain of a lion.

The night grows older, as the sun sets and lanterns illuminate the street, bathing the people in warm lights. You stop by the bamboo displays, already covered with tanzaku, and both you and Togame write your wishes on the strips of paper.

I wish… your pen taps against the little table, watching as Togame scribbles something down. I wish that this friendship lasts for as long as possible.

You won’t deny that you considered writing “forever,” but that would be hoping for too much. Already, the box of hopes and dreams threatens to tear open as you continue to taste a normalcy you’ve always wanted. Greed will get you nowhere, and you’ll lose the things you have now. 

After hanging up your wishes, you find yourself dragging Togame towards some of the stands boasting sweet treats— deciding on some mochi ice cream and taiyaki. After a few more moments of wandering, you finally find an open seat on one of the benches along the street, sitting with him to eat your desserts and people watch.

“Oh, hold on,” Togame says suddenly, and you watch as he lifts his free hand to your face, wiping at your cheek with his thumb. “It’s that good it ended up on your face, huh?”

Your cheeks warm as you turn away. You’re not quite sure why your heart beats faster.

While the parade was scheduled on Sunday, you and Togame decided to miss it, with how hot it was forecasted to be, preferring to explore the festival during the cooler evening and catching the fireworks show instead. 

The main path begins to clear out, with many of the people heading towards the grassy riverbank to find their spots and prepare for the show. Togame tosses out the trash as you save your spot, and he returns just as the murmuring of the crowd reaches its peak, many settling down across the grass and the sidewalks.

The sound of whistling catches your attention, and as you whip your head to the source, you're met with a bursting bloom of light overhead. Kids “ooh” and “aah” as they point out the shapes, and you’re mesmerized by the colorful display above, watching as they paint across the night sky, illuminating it along the stars.

At one point, you take a look at the rest of the crowd, as they take in the view in awe. But something in particular catches your eye— a young couple, seated a few feet in front of you, focused on one another rather than the spectacle above, and you watch as they share a kiss, suddenly feeling guilty for having watched such an intimate moment for them.

“What’s wrong?” Togame leans in to ask you, breath ghosting over your ear. You jump in surprise and face him, meeting his curious look.

“Nothing!” you quickly spit out. “Just thought I saw someone I know.”

It’s a flat-out lie, but you finally force yourself to avoid looking at the couple. It’s not nothing, because you know exactly how you feel. Jealous, because maybe, you also want that with Togame, but it’s asking for too much. Every touch, every glance from tonight and the past few weeks, it’s been something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but you’re more certain about it than ever.

You feel his eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he returns to watching the fireworks. The show reaches its finale, bursts of flowers in an array of colors overlapping each other before it fizzles out, smoke melting away in the cool air.

After the show ends, the scent of sulfur wafting through the air in its aftermath, you sit with Togame watching as everyone begins to filter out, heading home for the night. Waiting for the crowds to clear out, you listen to him talk about how festivals were back at Makochi, where it felt more like a family gathering of locals than a huge event. He tells you stories of manning the booths, of meeting with Choji and Shishitoren to goof around and play with sparklers, of watching kids enjoy the snacks he prepares and gives them, ranging from steaming hot takoyaki to chewy, sweet mochi.

Eventually, once you spot even the stand owners and the festival organizers begin to clean up, you and Togame take your leave.

You won’t deny that it’s on your mind as you walk home with him. There’s a clear conclusion you come to, and it makes you grow quiet as the thoughts stew in your head.

The fact of the matter is, you like Togame, more than a friend, or maybe as your first friend. It was bound to happen, you realize, when he’s the only one in your life to have wanted to stay by your side, never once thought of you as anything but an equal. 

But you’re still confused by the lingering feelings from before— of wanting to be the couple sitting in front of you, leaning in to kiss Togame. Your mouth goes dry. You’ve never dated, let alone kissed anyone before— so how true are your feelings when you aren’t even familiar with it?

You’re so lost in your thoughts that you continue walking, and it’s only when Togame grabs your hand and tugs you gently that you freeze.

“This way,” he chides, gesturing to the turn you were supposed to take. “If you were tired, you should’ve said so earlier. We could’ve gone back home right after the fireworks.”

You expect him to let go of your hand after a step or two.

He doesn’t.

He says nothing as he leads you, and you know he’s slowed his pace to match yours. 

It’s enough, it’s more than enough to give you something so warm. Anymore, and you might overheat, truth be told. 

Around the corner, your apartment comes into view, and Togame stops in front of your apartment door, waiting dutifully as you fish out your keys and unlock the door.

“Thank you for today,” you tell him. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Same here,” Togame responds. “Sleep well.” He says your name like it’s a cherished secret.

“Goodnight, Togame.”

-

The next day, you wake up in the late morning, lazing around in bed for a bit before you go run some errands that have been desperately yelling at you on your to-do list. It takes some time, but you make a little day out of it, grabbing necessities, but also some things to treat yourself, too.

In the afternoon, as you’re finishing putting away all your groceries, you hear the ping of a message on your phone– something you’re still not used to, and you brighten up seeing Togame’s name. 

Under a simple, “good afternoon,” message, Togame sends you pictures of a new fish tank, fit with a filter, gravel, and even fake plants and a little cave accessory placed in the center, with all three of the goldfish he scooped up from the night before. As a proud parent he needs to take care of his children properly, he texts you. You shake your head and laugh. 

That evening, you head over to his place with ingredients to cook up some cold soba to beat the heat, and he welcomes you in, like clockwork, with the addition of his new children who have yet to be named. 

It’s more change, but it’s refreshing in the summer heat, floating gently along its currents.

-

Life goes on, but you’re not the type to forget about the little things. But maybe it’s not a little thing to begin with. More often than not, your mind wanders to Togame, feeling phantom touches of his hand on yours, his shoulders bumping against yours, his breath ghosting over your ear.

It’s not like you’ve given him an explicit boundary, and it’s not like you don’t want him to stop. Yet it scares you, not knowing what it will mean moving forwards as he continues with these gentle, little touches. All your body knows is to fight back, to take the punches and the kicks, to endure the pain and let it out at whoever caused it.

Your body doesn’t know how to receive such kind affection, it doesn’t know how to reciprocate it.

Your heart doesn’t know how to take these new feelings.

You haven’t forgotten about your realizations, you haven’t forgotten about the tempting urges to just grab him by the collar and pull him down to your level to slot your lips with his. They linger hauntingly at the back of your mind, and it takes you a surprisingly amount of restraint to not just blurt out your feelings for him.

It’s not something you’re familiar with by any means. Childhood crushes and fairytales full of love and happy endings were never something that you indulged in. You’ve vaguely listened to whispers of your classmates’ crushes and rumors of schoolyard confessions. None of that means anything to you, you have no idea what love feels like when all your classmates got white day and Valentine’s chocolates, and your desk was the only empty one all day.

It’s a strange, scary feeling that brews deep inside you.

You sigh, staring at the empty document in front of you, trying to come up with the words. Your coworker had already asked if you were alright, with the immense amount of sighing she heard from your desk, and you waved her off, telling her some excuse about being stressed.

She looks at you incredulously, and you stare back, wondering if you were that unfocused for her to be worried.

It’s hard not to count the minutes after, feeling like the rest of your work floor is staring at you confusedly, and all you want to do is leave and go home to simmer in your confusing feelings alone.

It’s dreadful, but somehow you manage to get through the day, thankful to see the others begin to pack up and leave as the clock hand reaches five o’clock.

As soon as you head outside, it’s drizzling. Gray clouds fluffed overhead, making the city look duller against the concrete and business formal that passes your vision. It wasn’t supposed to rain until later, but you had still grabbed an umbrella before leaving your apartment, just in case the weather would change its mind as it always seems to do. You’re thankful for your past self from this morning– you have to go pick up some groceries after all, and that would’ve been a pain if it was pouring on the way back.

You head to the small grocery store nearby to pick up some basics, some instant meals and snacks, and you also grab some alcohol, knowing the two of you drained both your and his supply of it with last week’s movie night.

Movie night… you could always let Togame know you’re not exactly feeling up to it, but you have no good excuse, and the last thing you want to do is worry him. So, you head to Togame’s apartment, and you’re greeted by his low voice from the kitchen, where you find him digging through his pantry, pulling out snacks and drinks of his own. You muster up as much energy to greet him as you normally do, and you’re relieved he responds as usual, too. He asks you about your day, and you respond as you do, which seems to be enough to not raise any suspicion about you feeling off, and you help him migrate everything to the living room. 

The television is already on, with blankets and pillows readied to your usual layout. You grab a beer, then two, before settling on the cushions, Togame searches for the remote before starting the movie, his own drink in hand and a bag of chips at his side.

It’s some action movie Togame had picked out, and you had paid attention to it for the most part, but as Togame joked about certain scenes and dialogue, you couldn’t offer him much except for nods and hums, mind too distracted by other things as you continue drinking. 

Hell, it’s bad enough that you barely tune yourself in to watch the last bit of the climax, where the heroine defeats the main bad guy and all the epic music has already toned down to something  more celebratory.

You watch the scene after— the main character reuniting with her family, and something ugly burns inside you as you watch her husband and daughter hug her tightly, reciprocating the embrace, despite the blood and bruises that litter her face. She’s surrounded by her team, her friends, her family.

And what about you?

You scoff. 

Togame doesn’t miss it, tilting his head to you as he blinks. “Something wrong?”

You watch as she gets praised and doted on, for saving the world, for saving her loved ones. She gets her happily ever after.

Why couldn’t you have one?

You go to take a drink of beer– lifting the can to your lips before you realize– Shit, you’re out. You place the empty can to the side, wondering briefly if you should stop, but you reach for a new can anyways, ignoring the way Togame stares.

“It’s just… she’s so lucky,” you confess, opening the can before taking a few gulps. “Fighting like that to save the world, and then having a happy ending.”

The scene shifts, slowly panning out from the heroine’s happily ever after, until the screen fades to black and the credits begin to roll. 

“I mean, that’s what people love,” Togame comments. “Fighting for justice, good, whatever it is. It’s all heroic, or whatever. Then they’re all happy in the end.”

The people around you have never been happy after your fights. Scornful gazes and disappointed frowns, unsaid threats and warnings, all of them filled your vision, not a single praise or smile cracked because of you. Perhaps it was the popular girl in your homeroom who would be the main character, or the class president with her hardwork. Even the disciplinary officers held more justice than you did. Perhaps it was your sister who brought smiles and cheer and praise and love, all things that were never directed towards you.  You weren’t even good enough to be some NPC or background actor, you were just the shitty villain in the end, her plans foiled and thwarted, no one cheering for her.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have one,” you respond, without much thought. “A happy ending.”

Something sobers up in Togame’s expression, and he sits up. You don’t see it. “What makes you say that?”

“I mean, it’s what I deserve for being so… violent,” you shrug. “Everyone’s been disgusted by me. Even my family, I mean, they love my sister instead of me. Thought I was too ugly and rough around the edges. ”

Suddenly, you vaguely realize you had never mentioned your family, or even your sister to him before now. But that’s fine, it’s better if he knows, better if he realizes it too, right?

“Hey, maybe you should stop drinking for a moment,” Togame warns, concern laced in his voice. He leans over to you, and you pull away your arm.

“It’s fine,” you snap, downing the rest of it and ignoring the way Togame mumbles your name.

Your thoughts are muddied and tired, and it feels good to just talk about it to someone else because your apartment walls have heard it more than enough. The loneliness in your heart has had enough.

“No one wants to deal with someone so messed up like me. That’s why I never had friends, you know?” you chuckle, but it’s empty. “There’s gotta be something wrong with you to want to be my friend, because no one in their right mind would want me around. No one ever wanted me around.”

You take a moment to let it sink in what you just said, and you freeze, heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as you turn to look at Togame. 

You expect anger, annoyance, frustration, anything that’ll make you realize just how badly you fucked up. You just insulted him, and even if he didn't mind that, you’ve shown him exactly what he’s dealing with. Yet he’s staring at you with pity, empathy, something that makes your mouth go dry and a strange feeling flutter in your chest. 

You’re terrified. 

Togame seems to notice the way your shoulders tense, the way your eyes flit to the door and look at anywhere but him, and he sits up, leaning forwards to try and rest a hand on yours.

It’s warm. You want more—it’s poison.

You slap him away and quickly stand up, muttering out a frantic apology before you turn on your heel and head to the door.

Leave, leave, leave.

Togame says your name, and you ignore the way your chest burns with hope, how part of you prays to hear him say it again. You let it replay in your head, you drown yourself in the pain that you’ll never hear it again.

You’ve messed up again. You don’t deserve it— not when you’ve insulted and belittled your only friend. Now he knows just how much of a disappointment you are, how terrible of a person you are to be around.

What’s wrong with you?

He grabs your wrist and stops you in the genkan as you’re desperately trying to put on your slippers.

“Please, wait,” he says your name again, in a tone that almost makes you stop in your tracks and turn to him, the rest of your story at the tip of your tongue. His voice echoes, echoes, echoes, and it fades away. Yet your walls stand tall, weathered and trembling, but not broken down yet. 

It’s cracked beyond repair, probably. How does that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, well, you’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.

You’ve had your fair share of shame already, drowned in it, even. So you yank your arm from his grasp, opening the door. 

“Sorry. None of that matters. Forget what I said,” you weakly mutter, glancing at him one last time before you quickly turn away, heading to your apartment and slipping in. As soon as the door clicks behind you, you lean back against it, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor of your genkan , drawing your knees to your chest and burying your face into your hands.

It makes you human to feel emotions like this. It makes you human to want companionship. You know this, you’ve known this all your life.

But why does it feel so wrong to you? 

Guilt encases you in its cold, cold arms. It’s what you deserve, for making another stupid mistake as always. For being honest, for showing your true colors (that people have always said are ugly). His voice echoes, echoes, echoes, with your name deathly sweet on his tongue, blind to your true self, wanting a version of you that will never be real. 

A terrible person like you will never find redemption, a terrible person like you doesn’t get a pass or second chances. Guilt is a fine alternative, and that’s all you’ll ever find. 

The night turns old and dawn soon appears when you finally pick yourself up off the floor, dragging your feet to the couch just a few feet away. You flop onto it, barely pulling the plush throw over your body, before you fall asleep with tear stained cheeks.

The next morning, you wake up and come to a decision.

You lapse back into the cold, cold silence, closing your doors and sliding the curtains shut. Shame lingers, you’re much too humiliated knowing he knows how you feel, knowing that you would let him inside in a heartbeat. That’s terrifying to you, that you trust someone, that you wish they could stay by your side. You have no doubt that Togame holds more power than he’ll ever know, enough to move mountains for you, enough to tilt your entire world off its axis.

His messages go unread, the same way you pretend you don’t hear knocking on your door, or the way the balcony door stays shut, its loud squeaking no longer echoing in your apartment.

It becomes your silent garden, once more.

-

Togame Jo isn’t big on change.

He thrives in the quiet, same old same old, letting time push through him without scooping him up in the whirlwind of life. The tailwind at his back is all he needs to continue on, enjoying the little things and taking things at his pace.

That push comes in the form of Dodon-Yaki, family owned and operated by the Yamato’s. He’s always liked Mr.Yamato, helping him out during most, if not all festivals with his yakisoba stand. So when he’s offered the chance to help open up their first official location, he takes it without hesitation.

It’s hard to leave Shishitoren, but it’s not like he hasn’t thought about his future. College was never in the books for him, and the small town was becoming smaller to him as he grew older. Some of the other Shishitoren guys had begun to head out, too, leaving their nest to find new beginnings.

In particular, he worries about how to bring it up to Choji, but the boy grins when Togame tells him one night.

“We’ll be alright, Kame-chan!”

They throw a farewell party, and a few days later, Togame is on the subway to Tokyo, a suitcase packed with everything he needs to bring to his new apartment. The movers will meet him there to drop off some furniture he got from family, and he’ll start living a new life there. It’s a whirlwind of change, one that he has no idea what to expect.

And then, he meets you .

He doesn’t expect to meet anyone right away, with lots on his plate already with moving into his own new place for the first time. Dressed prim and proper, with a scarf bundled around your neck, a lanyard peeking out of it with some badge, and a polite smile as you nod right before the elevator doors close.

You don’t look much older than him, young and early in your career, wherever you work at. It’s been about a week since he had moved in, finally getting his feet on the floor and regaining his bearings. His apartment is still just a living space rather than a home, and he really needs to get some decorations or something to make it his.

As the elevator doors shut, he wonders if he’ll ever interact with you in the near future. 

What he doesn’t expect, that same evening, is to see you, fighting off four men in an alleyway near the convenience store. Togame has run into his fair share of unsavory men, so when he hears yelling and the sound of fists, he doesn’t hesitate to find where it’s coming from.

While his first instinct is to jump in and help, he stops and stares, noticing something he doesn’t expect. He watches you move your body, graceful like a dancer, yet your eyes are sharpened and your fists are hardened as you swing and kick and fight the four. 

It’s when he notices you stumble, a dark look crossing over your face as you get caught, he decides to step in. Not once does he think you’re hopeless or weak, nor does he think you’re violent or disgusting.  He just can’t stand by and watch. His leg swings up and crashes down on the man’s head, the clatter of his pocketknife on asphalt signaling the end of any ill intentions he had.

He thinks you’re beautiful, despite your crumpled up shirt and your messy hair, he thinks you’re beautiful despite the way you glare up at him warily, too.

You loosen up once the police arrive, your shoulders relaxing just a tiny bit as you speak with the officers and he waits the entire time, making sure that you’re alright. You seem surprised when he comes up to you to make sure you’re alright, and he wonders what has you so guarded, but waves it off.

He offers to walk back with you, because that’s just what’s right to do, especially after the whole fiasco, and he thinks that’s the end of your story together.

Until it’s not.

A few nights later, he decides to head out onto his balcony and get some fresh air and enjoy some convenience store snacks he picked up. What he doesn’t expect is to see you, half of your upper body dangling over the porch railing and his heart rate absolutely skyrockets, alarm bells ringing in his head because you were about to fall—

He stops himself from yelling, knowing it could scare you and cause you to maybe— he shakes his head and swallows before he thinks about it any more.

Togame says your name softly, and he waits. You don't seem to hear him, and he tries again. “Miss, can you hear me?”

You finally seem to register his voice, lifting your head ever so slightly to lock eyes with him. It relieves him that you easily lean back, bantering with him as he lays out the way he saw things. You were experienced, without a doubt, and he’s curious as to how a girl like you was able to fight like grace.

You don’t seem too keen on sharing, however, as you frown and avert your gaze, so Togame’s plan B is to give a peace offering— his extra Ramune. He digs through his bag and grabs the cool glass bottle, leaning against the balcony railing to hand it over to you. When you take it from him, he takes out the other one and pops the marble in with ease before offering it to you.

“To new beginnings.”

The bottles clink together as you hesitantly tap yours against his, and he takes a drink. He doesn’t mind if you’re not willing to share, everyone has something in the closet they want to keep hidden, after all.

You hesitantly pop it open, and take a drink too.

His friendship blossoms with you as spring rolls around, its warmth melting away the frigid Tokyo air.

He invites you to dinner, and you start eating out together, despite the toll it takes on his wallet, but it’s all worth it in the name of new friendship and learning the go-to places around his new home. He opens up, and he eagerly takes in whatever you have to offer, taking things at your pace.

Dinners evolve into something more, and he finds himself at your place just as often as you are at his, stocked with snacks and ramune and other late night treats. Most nights aren’t very eventful, but Togame enjoys it, letting the silence be filled with your words and the sounds of movies that fill his apartment.

During one of your movie nights early in the summer, as he listens to the movie dialogue against the drone of the AC, he watches you from the corner of his eye as you doze off, head bobbing as you try to stay awake.

Eventually, he slides an arm around your shoulders, planning to lean you on the opposite end of the couch so you can properly lie down, but your head falls to his shoulder instead, where he freezes instantly.

You don’t wake, breaths softly ghosting over his arm as he stands still. You’re warm, and your hair smells of sweet from your shampoo.

As much as he enjoys when you banter with him or when he lets you use him as an impromptu villain in your reenactment of superheroes, he feels another level of comfort as you lean against him, sleeping peacefully in his presence. It resonates with him deeply, more than he ever imagined, ever since realizing just how tall your walls have been built, unbreakable and impenetrable by anyone, even yourself. 

It doesn’t take a genius to see it, and all he knows is to never push or pry, unless he wants to ruin a friendship in record time. But he does want to help you, in any way he can, and if you just need more time, a distraction, or even just secrecy, he’ll let you do as you please.

So he leans back, making sure you’re comfortably lying against his chest, and inevitably, falls asleep to your soft snores.

More often than not, Togame has taken the world in stride, letting things happen naturally instead of forcing himself to change his fate. He lets you closer into his bubble, receiving and reciprocating the way you lean against him, when your hands brush up against each other, when you let him reach over to fix a loose strand of hair from your face.

It just happens naturally.

He doesn’t think too hard about it, and sometimes, you don’t seem to either. Something bubbles up in him when he catches your flustered expression, and he won’t deny the way he wouldn’t mind seeing your blush more often.

It’s during the night of tanabata he realizes that he might have fallen in love with you.

It's when he realizes your hand perfectly fits in his, he realizes he loves sharing delicious food with you and seeing your smile bright up, it’s when he stands there, thinking of a wish for the bamboo tree.

I wish I can continue to make her happy.

Maybe it’s love, maybe it’s affection, maybe it’s true, genuine friendship. 

But then he thinks of Choji, and he thinks of how he wants Choji to be happy, to be free. In his life, Choji is probably his most important friend, who he cherishes so deeply in his heart. Yet the truth is: he doesn’t want to hold Choji in his arms or kiss him breathless like he does with you.

That realization itself makes him a bit more certain that it’s love.

That’s uncharted territory for Togame, though. And it’s clearly something you’re not well versed in, either, keeping him at arm's length and never letting him get closer. Sure, you’ve loosened up and let your defenses fall, and while he’s relieved that you’re comfortable enough around him, he has no idea how to approach you with these newly recognized feelings of his. 

And he decides, he won’t. Not anytime soon, at least. He’s content with the way things are, and maybe things will change in the future. But for now, there’s no need to rush things.

Yet things don’t go according to plan, immediately so. It confuses him more, when you lie to him as you watch the fireworks. Something in your expression, so miniscule, but still noticeable, after he sees you stare at the couple kissing in front of them.

Do you not like displays of affection? Or is it that you know them? It doesn’t seem like you recognize them in particular, but whatever it is, something’s on your mind, even as you walk back home with him.

It’s when he grabs your hand, and your eyes light up, he realizes that maybe you were jealous of the couple. It clicks in his head that perhaps you wanted this sort of affection, and he’s on cloud nine knowing that you want it from him . So he doesn’t let go of your hand, letting his fingers lace with yours and slowing his gait to walk by your side. He squeezes once, softly, and he’s delighted when you reciprocate with a gentle, reassuring squeeze of your own.

When he glances at you from the corner of his eye, he has to hold back a grin from seeing your frown from earlier replaced by such a soft expression that is terrible for Togame’s heart.

Maybe you wanted him, just as he wanted you.

He finally lets go of your hand by the time you two arrive home, so you can pull out your keys from your little coin purse. 

Baby steps , he reminds himself, watching you fiddle with your door lock before you manage to get it open. One day, in the future, maybe he’ll kiss you at the end of a date, promises of more to come.

“Good night, Togame.”

But this will do for now.

Togame returns a soft “goodnight” of his own, and as soon as the door closes, he sighs and smiles. He likes hearing the way you say his name, thinking of it for too long as he slips into his own apartment and gets ready for bed. When sleep takes him, he dreams of you in his arms, calling him by his name in that nectar voice of yours.

The following week goes by as usual, and he continues to be his same old self, maybe a bit bolder than he’s used to. You don’t seem to push it away, in fact reciprocating it, which gives him a sliver of hope. Perhaps he can share his feelings sooner than expected. It makes him stupidly giddy— the idea of holding you in his arms, making you his.

And then movie night comes again, a Friday evening rolling around and bringing you to his door, with snacks and alcohol galore. He picked up a film rental of some action movie that’d piqued his interest, booze,  and set up everything, waiting for you to come around.

Yet the moment you arrive at his apartment, he notices there’s something off. You’re quieter, more withdrawn, and a handful of times you’re lost in thought and Togame doesn’t know what’s wrong. Perhaps it’s because of work, so he thinks it’ll get better when you relax and enjoy the movie.

As you both settle onto the couch, he continues to observe you quietly, realizing you don’t respond to most of his comments even as the movie begins. A few glances, and he wonders what has distracted you even until now. You’re not usually too silent, at least nowadays, having come out of your shell with him and easily conversing with him. The silence unnerves Togame, and he doesn’t know how to step around it.

But then, just as the credits start to roll, you go on to say something that makes him stop in his tracks.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have one. A happy ending.”

Something breaks in Togame, hearing how defeated you sound, registering just how hopeless you are to think such a thing. It clears his head in an instant as he sits up to face you.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and he calms himself down— he needs to be careful approaching you on something as sensitive as this. It’s a side of you that he has never seen, and he has no idea how to face it.

You tilt your head to the television, without much thought, telling him, “I mean, it’s what I deserve for being so… violent. Everyone’s been disgusted by me. Even my family, I mean, they love my sister instead of me. Thought I was too ugly and rough around the edges.”

He doesn’t know what to say– it’s the first time you’ve been so open, so raw and vulnerable. First things first, he tries to take away the alcohol in your hand, yet you pull away hastily. And then, he finally gets a glimpse of your true feelings.  

From how much you’ve hidden it, he had an idea of what to expect– but to hear it from your own voice, it all hurts him to see how you view yourself. When you finally raise your head to match his gaze, he sees the way you freeze and stop, color draining from your face as realization washes over you in a cold wave. He reaches for your hand, to help ground you, but it’s too late. All sense is thrown out the window as he sees the only thing on your mind is to run, getting up quickly and heading for the door.

When he reaches for your hand, his fingers wrap around your wrist and he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate when he pleads with you to wait, your name falling from his lips. The next words don’t form– he doesn’t know what to say, how to say it, to make you feel better or to change your mind. He wonders if he should hug you, bring you into his arms and reassure you that everything is okay, to get rid of that scared expression on your face.

Yet you pull away, frightened, and he’s worried for you— that you blame yourself, at the end of all this, that even when you’re hurting, you can’t help but think you deserve it all.

You don’t, you don’t deserve any of this, Togame thinks to himself, but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, not when he sees you’re not entirely there. You’re running away, and perhaps you’ll run away even farther if he tries to push you right now.

“Sorry. None of that matters. Forget what I said.”

And like that, you disappear, slipping out his door and he hears your apartment door quickly swing open before closing shut. Silence covers him like a cold blanket, leaving him frigid and still, standing in front of his doorway, waiting desperately for you to crack open your door and come back.

You don’t.

Togame looks at the door sadly, wondering what you had gone through to be so scared of him. You’re not scared of Togame Jo, but you’re scared of letting him get closer.

Part of him knows it was a mistake to let you go, especially when he could’ve been there for you, so you don’t suffer in silence. But he doesn’t know how your headspace is— if his words would’ve been warped and twisted in your mind to become lies he never meant to feed you. So he resolves to wait— he knows how to handle stray cats, after all. The first rule being: not to chase them. The last thing he wants to do is break you even further by demanding answers, 

So, he cleans up for the night, trashing all the empty bags of chips, beer cans, and ramune bottles, turning off the TV, and getting ready to sleep.

As he lays in bed, he wonders what could have made you so scared of letting people in. It was the first time you’d mentioned your family, so he assumes they’re part of the reason, and the way you fought that one night makes him think you were forced to learn. Whether it was for your self-defense, or something else, he wants to know why. He falls asleep restlessly, dreaming of a you who smiles brighter than ever.

The next morning, he wakes up, strangely empty, as he begins the day. As he gets ready for work, he wonders if you’re doing ok, if you’re thinking about him, just as he’s thinking of you. 

His shift doesn’t start until noon, so he goes shopping for groceries, taking care of little errands and stopping home before he leaves for work. But as he picks up the things on his shopping list, he can’t help but search for the snacks you mentioned to him the nights before, the flavors of Ramune that you seemed to prefer over others. He quietly adds them all into his basket before checking out.

When he returns home, he quickly snags a scrap piece of paper and a pen, writing down a small note before stuffing it into the plastic bag filled with the snacks he got for you. Before he steps out onto the balcony, he grabs the broomstick from his closet. Using the end of the broomstick, he hooks a plastic bag over it and carefully lifts it over the gap, gently lowering it and letting the handles slide off onto your lawn chair with a rather loud clink. 

The days pass, and he finds himself thinking of you, and all the little things that make up what he’s learned about you. On days he returns him a little before he knows you’ll be back from work, he leaves gifts at your doorstep; small bouquets he picked up from the florist near the restaurant, snacks that you’ve mentioned you’ve wanted to try or you already love, a new ramune flavor that he has yet to try out himself.

About a week goes by, and just as he’s wondering if you’ll ever talk to him again, he finds a plastic bag of ramune, with all his favorite flavors, waiting for him on his balcony. It catches his eye as soon as he enters his apartment after work, the crinkled plastic sitting innocently on top of his little side table.

Something clears, and Togame lets his shoulders relax, sighing in relief. Little by little, you’re coming back around, even if you’re still skittish and scared. But that’s more than enough for Togame.

He’s willing to get scratched and bitten as long as that means you come back to him.

-

Your contacts list is small. 

You have Togame, your work supervisor, and a few other key contacts here and there, but it’s truly empty.

Yet once in a blue moon, you’ll get a message from a friend .

[ Suo Hayato ]

I’m back in Japan for a little bit. Would you like to meet up sometime next week?

You’ve known him since middle school, having met him after a scuffle with other kids that left you bruised with a bloodied nose at the park near your house. He helped you clean up, and instead of clicking his tongue and shaking his head at you, he asked why you fought.

“They asked for it,” is what you say, and Suo wonders how you’ve started to converse with your fists insteads. “It was the only way for them to listen.”

He merely smiles, and offers to buy you a drink, a simple 100 yen bottled tea from the vending machine that you swipe from his hands once it's in reach. 

“I can help you,” he says softly. “Teach you how to defend yourself.”

It's an offer you can’t turn down. It’s the first time someone has been on your side.

You meet with him at the park a few times a week, where he helps you learn to patch up your bruises and your wounds, only to gain more from sparring with him until the sun turns golden. His experience vastly overpowers yours, despite being the same age, but you take it all in and learn and grow, ignoring the way your peers walk further away from you, ignoring the way your parents make their disappointment in you more obvious. 

You’ve always asked him why he offered to help, and he merely chuckles and shakes his head. 

Years pass, and your meetings become even more rare once you reach high school. And then, once you graduate, you meet him for one last time, before he leaves. He had gone off to train, venturing to mentors in faraway places, where, most of the time, he did not have signal for long periods of time. 

You immediately type up a response, a quick “yes,” before you remind him that you’re in the Tokyo area as usual, with work on the weekdays. In a few prompt messages, you agree to meet up with him at a small tea house near your place at the end of the week.

It’ll be your first time meeting up with him since last year, and your first meeting with someone other than Togame in awhile. Which, speaking of him, you think of the little gifts he’s left for you, both on your balcony and against your front door. It makes something bubble up in you, from small bouquets to ramune. 

He still thinks of you.  

You’re reminded of the yukata, of how gifts are so easily exchanged between friends, and how you find yourself picking things up for him, despite not being able to muster up the courage to face him again. It’s ok, you tell yourself, you’ll face him soon.

Getting ready, you leave your apartment, heading to the little tea house to meet Suo. You had left earlier than needed, but as expected, Suo was already there, waiting at the entrance and waving to you as you got closer.

“It’s nice to see you,” he greets you with his usual, kind smile. “I hope you’ve been well.”

“Same to you, Suo. It’s been too long,” you return, stretching your arms out. He reciprocates in a friendly hug, before leading you inside. 

The place is nice and cozy, bathed in the scents of spices and herbs that calm your strung up nerves. You get seated at a small booth towards the corner, and you slip in, sinking into the soft cushion across from Suo. After ordering, you find yourself much more nervous, tongue jumbled as you try to untangle your thoughts and words. With your current circumstance, you don’t have anyone to go to, and perhaps Suo will be more than willing to hear you out, even if it’s a bit out of the blue.

To fill the silence, Suo starts off simple, asking you how you’ve been, telling you what he’s been doing, and he takes the lead of the conversation, which you’re fully aware he’s doing to help ease you into things. You’re grateful, opening up slowly as you wait for your order. It comes quickly, and as you busy yourself reaching for the teapot, he clears his throat to interrupt the bout of silence.

“You look like there’s something on your mind,” Suo begins, as soon as you begin pouring tea for him. It startles you, making you jolt– but you stop yourself quick enough to not spill any. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you. We can talk about it if you’d like.”

Suo meets your gaze, and it’s reassuring with his kind smile. You take a deep breath as you finish pouring the tea for the both of you.

“I think it’d be nice to ask you something,” you slowly start out. “I made… a new friend. This past spring.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!”

You nod. “Yeah. He’s my new neighbor. He… he helped me out when I got attacked by some guys walking back home– it wasn’t anything serious, really! And from then on, we started hanging out together more. Like grabbing dinner or watching movies at his place or mine.”

“There doesn’t seem to be a problem with that,” Suo comments. “But there’s more, right?”

You nod.

“I think… I like him,” you confess quietly. “We went to tanabata together, and just lately he’s been closer. It… It’s nice when he holds my hand or when he’s just next to me. I want to be with him more, I want to stay by his side.”

For some reason, you feel awfully embarrassed laying it out for Suo– it’s not like you’ve talked to him, or anyone, for that matter, about how you’ve felt before. You’re not sure what to expect from him, and when you look up to meet his gaze, you’re surprised to see him with a fond look of relief.

Suo has always been more of a distant friend, one who attended a school quite a bit away from yours, and it wasn’t often you saw him. Perhaps to some people, you were only acquaintances, yet he called you a friend with such ease and simpleness, that you couldn’t help but think the same. The occasional times you were able to see him, it was when you learned to fight and defend yourself, with bruised skin and bloodied knuckles. 

But to see you so shy and sweet, worried over love instead of fighting ruthlessly, Suo can’t help but smile brightly. It’s a good look for you, he thinks, the dark shadows in your eyes replaced with something much more bright and hopeful.

“I’m so glad,” Suo says. “You have no idea how happy I am for you, to have found someone so special.”

“But I can’t,” you whisper. “I can’t ask him that, not when he might not… return these feelings.”

His hand rests over yours, and he squeezes reassuringly. “It’s a leap of faith. There’s no harm in telling him.”

“If things go wrong…”

Suo says your name, softly, gently, with no ounce of judgment. His gaze softens.

“You deserve to be happy, too.”

What you deserve… it’s something you’ve wondered about before— if you deserve anything, having been shunned away from so much. To be happy with Togame is such a selfish thought, because, how does he even feel? You’re in such deep thought, that Suo’s chuckle brings you out of your stupor.

“Besides… it sounds like he likes being by your side.”

Suo smiles.

You feel lighter than you have in the last few weeks. 

You think he’s right.

-

Selfishness doesn’t come easily, a concept so foreign to you that it makes you hesitate. 

You’ve probably stood outside Togame’s apartment for ten minutes, mentally rehearsing your apology to him and failing each and every time. Part of you feels relieved that none of your other hall neighbors have come out to see you pathetically standing there, clutching onto a bag of takeout filled with all his favorites from granny’s restaurant, and you finally resolve yourself to go in before the food gets cold.

As soon as you knock, you realize in a cold sweat that you never figured out your apology in the end, desperately grabbing at the words in your head, that all disappear as the door opens. Scratch that, any of the words in your head are gone by the time you meet a familiar gaze.

Togame blinks in surprise, a towel draped across his shoulders, hair dripping wet. He murmurs your name, and you lift the takeout bag.

“I… Can I come in? I brought you some dinner… if you haven’t eaten yet.”

Togame nods, opening the door wider for you to slip in before closing it shut.

“And… can we talk?” You tack on, settling the bags on his dining table. “I’d like to tell you something if you’re willing to hear me out.”

“Of course,” Togame says gently. “Do you want to go outside?”

You nod, and he leads the way, opening the door for you once again before he steps out, sliding it closed behind him. Togame heads to the railing, leaning against it and waiting patiently for you to talk. You take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out first thing, before your worries get the better of you. Your hands grip the railing tighter. “For what I said that night, and for leaving you and avoiding you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Togame says after a beat. “I accept your apology. But can I ask why you left?”

The truth lies on your tongue, yet you bite your lip. The times you’ve been honest, you’ve been shunned and reprimanded. Your words have always been better suited for white lies and plays on words— never the truth. But you trust Togame to accept what you have to offer, you trust him to look at you for who you are. When you look up, he nods at you, patiently, understandingly.

“I was scared,” you admit, for the first time in your life. You wring your hands together as you lean against the rail, staring out into the city, teeming with life and light as always. “I was scared of letting you get any closer when you’ve become someone special to me.”

You tell him about the way the girls whispered and pointed behind your backs, the way the boys yanked your hair and pulled pranks on you as a competition amongst one another. You tell him about how your parents, the teachers, any adult in your life looked down at you with shame, you tell him about the day you stopped pulling your punches when the insults stabbed deeper than before. The tall, tall walls have loomed high around you, built from your own calloused hands to protect yourself. Yet Togame has somehow gotten through, standing by your side, past all the defenses you’ve put up.

He’s been taking away the bricks you've built up, one by one, all the while resting a hand on your trembling shoulder. It scares you how close he has gotten, how much more you want of him.

Togame doesn’t say anything as you tell him your story. His silence unnerves you a bit, as you’re so used to people speaking over you, interrupting you when you’ve tried to say your piece.

You’ve learned to settle in silence.

You realized you’re not alone anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again, after everything. “And…I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. For being my friend.”

You wait, averting your gaze from Togame, having opened up your origin, your shame, your pride, everything pit on the table for him to see. You don’t know what he’ll say, and part of you fears you’ll hear those terrible words that have cut you for over and over again in his voice.

Suddenly, arms wrap around your frame and you’re pulled into Togame’s chest in a tight embrace. You yelp in surprise, saying his name, and he merely brings you closer to himself.

“Don’t say that,” he whispers. “You had to go through so much alone. I’m sorry I couldn't be there for you sooner.”

Something in you breaks. No one has apologized to you before, no one has ever wanted to stand by your side. 

Messy hair, dark eyes, and longing. You see it in his eyes, you feel it in the way his arms wrap around your frame, still holding you close.

You finally lift your head, meeting Togame’s gaze. Your name falls from his lips, in a curious tone, and you reach up to cup his cheeks. Leaning closer, you brush your thumb against the apple of his cheeks, and his hands find your waist.

Togame hesitates, biting his lip as if to stop himself from blurting out whatever is on his mind. You squish his cheeks softly.

“You look like you want to say something.”

“I do,” he admits weakly. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

It’s a leap of faith.

Your heart flutters, you embrace the hope and latch onto it selfishly.

“I think it might be,” you say softly. 

You deserve to be happy, too.

“After what you shared with me?” he says nervously. “I don’t want you thinking it’s because of pity, or anything like that.” His hands squeeze your waist, and you jolt slightly, staring into his eyes, filled with hesitance. You shake your head.

“I know. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure?” he whispers, his breath ghosting on your lips. You nod, and lean in.

You kiss him, letting your lips mold with his. You kiss him like he’ll disappear in your hands if you let go, as if he’ll melt away into nothingness. 

You kiss him like you love him.

It’s a leap of faith, across the gap between your balcony to his. It’s a leap of faith, taking his hand and soaring in air, no longer alone to face the unknown future. He’s by your side, as you are by his.

The night comes to an end as you step back inside, thoroughly exhausted by everything you’ve let go from the confines of your chest. A weight has been lifted from your shoulders, and the dread you felt coming over has been replaced by a bubbling feeling as you squeeze Togame’s hand. 

The feeling doubles when he squeezes back.

Dinner is cold by the time you open up the boxes, so you pop them in the microwave before settling down to eat. It's still delicious, even more so than usual, as your legs nudge against Togame’s under the table, and the sound of your laughter mixing with his. 

As you clean up with him, tossing the empty boxes and wiping the table, Togame bashfully scratches his cheek, avoiding your gaze as he holds your hand. “If you’re ok with it… you can stay the night here… with me.”

It makes your heart beat wildly in your chest as you go back to your apartment to clean up and grab everything you need for the night. It refuses to slow even as you change into your sleepwear, as you quickly head back into Togame’s apartment which you lock behind you as you navigate to his bedroom.

Togame is waiting by the time you enter, sitting on the side of his bed, pulling a loose shirt over his body. You shuffle inside, lingering by the door, hesitating to enter his room any deeper.

“Turn off the light?” he asks, reaching over to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. You flick the light off, letting your eyes adjust to the dark room, dimly lit by the moonlight, before making your way closer to his bed. Togame pats the space at his side, and you sit stiffly, unable to relax your nerves

He laughs, a deep chuckle that reverberates as he tightens his hold on your frame.

“Good night,” he says your name in a whisper, lips against your forehead. You say it back in a whisper that makes him grin.

Sleep comes easily as you finally relax, letting yourself melt in Togame’s arms. The morning after, you wake up alone, and while you’re confused about where Togame had gone, you find your answer as you step out of his bedroom. It’s the last thing you’d expected, but you’re greeted by a bouquet of daffodils that Togame presents to you in the kitchen.

“New beginnings,” he says, nearly out of breath as he greets you a wheezed “good morning” right after. “I wanted to get you these as soon as possible.”

Gently, you take the bouquet in your hands, staring at the petals, listening to the plastic crinkle against your fingertips.

New beginnings. The sound of a marble rolling in glass, the feeling of spring as it blooms anew. 

“Good morning, Jo”

He blinks, before he grins and laughs.

New beginnings, across 152.4 centimeters, from your balcony to his, spring blooms in the form of him.

“Good morning.”

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.

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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3

I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE

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Brat Taming

Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.

Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.

His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”

Praise (Receiving)

Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.

Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”

You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”

Somnophillia

You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”

He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”

Edging/Mommy Kink

You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”

You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on  his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”

You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most,  pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”

Dacryphillia

Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.

“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”

He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”

Cat and Mouse/CNC

Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”

Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!

[faintrustle]

Rotten to the Core

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “MY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !”

WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. kaji ren, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hayato suo, toma hiragi, kiryuu mitsuki, & kyotaro sugishita x f!reader

sfw. wc: 2.6K. oh how i’ve been wanting to write this since i finished the manga! but individual warnings are below <3

KAJI REN. referred to as she/her, ‘my girl,’ comments about your outfit

“My boyfriend’s real scary y’know.” Your voice falters a bit as you take another step back, hands coming up defensively. “And he’ll be here any moment.”

It’s a lie that you hope sounds convincing— because Kaji coming to save you today may be nothing more than a desperate wish of yours. How would he even find you in a place like this? You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you’ve started running, but you’re certain that by now, you and Kaji should have already been inside the bakery, finally getting to taste test the new fruit pastries you’d been dying to get your hands on.

It started off as just a loud whistle your direction, then led to an uncomfortable conversation about how you’re not interested— and that you have a boyfriend. One thing led to another, and somehow you’ve ended up here, out of breath from speed walking and completely lost— and to top it off, the only person near you is the one you’ve been running so desperately from.

You wish Kaji was here already.

“Oh yeah?” The man in front of you takes a step towards you, lips contorting into a sick grin when he sees your hands trembling. “I don't see him.”

Your lips tremble a bit when he reaches you, towering over you with ease. “Don’t you dare touch me.” You warn, “My boyfriend will beat your a—” you yelp as you’re suddenly pulled to the side, stumbling into someone’s chest as they pull you flush against their front.

The familiar scent of candy melts away your fear in a split second.

“Kaji!”

You can tell when you glance at him just once that he isn’t happy. His forehead is damp with sweat, and he looks disheveled, chest rising up and down with labored breaths— he must have been running around trying to find you this entire time.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the man in front of him. “Problem?”

He rips off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck as the man feigns an apology, unapologetic eyes looming over your figure again seconds later. “But y’know man, you should be keeping a closer eye on your girl,” he points to you with a smug smile, “she was practically begging for me to say something with the way she’s dressed.”

“I wasn’t!” You protest, face burning as you tug on ren’s coat. You thought your outfit was cute— and definitely not anything crazy— you double checked. You really did. But he’s pointing at you now, rambling on about how you wanted this— and you can’t help the way tears start to blur your vision.

“Huh?” Kaji snarls, head tilting to leer at the man. The arm around your waist pulls you tighter against his chest, and you hear the angry thumping of his heart. “What'd you say?”

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving now.” The man chuckles in defeat. “I was just joking. Wasn’t gonna actually do something to your girl.” he waves him off. “You should lighten up—”

He chokes when Kaji grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him off balance before knocking him backwards, your pursuer falling roughly onto the floor as he winces in pain. “Then get outta here already.” Kaji glares, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand is pressing against your lower back to guide you away.

“And don’t let me catch you looking at my girl again.”

TOGAME JO. referred to as she/her, ‘my girl,’ you wear his jacket

Togame gives you a sleepy smile as he watches you from Miniso’s entrance, excitedly sorting through the newly restocked blind boxes. He was resting his back against the wall behind him when he caught his first glimpse of that guy.

He’s wearing a dark hoodie, head turning back to shamelessly stare your direction as he passes by slowly. It’s enough to get togame back up on his feet immediately, quickly heading your way just as the man reaches to get a feel of your thighs—

“How shameless.” Togame laughs, big hand squeezing painfully into his wrist. “Tryna bother my girl?”

In any other situation, Togame would chuckle at your obliviousness, your headphones cancelling out any noise as your eye catches the cinnamoroll section, letting out an excited gasp as you head that way. You really had no idea.

“M-my bad man.” He stutters, ripping his arm from Togame’s grasp. “Just thought she was my sister— was just gonna tap on her back to grab her attention.”

Togame raises an eyebrow at the lazy excuse, leaning down until the man takes a nervous step back, eyes darting to the side to avoid Togame’s glare. “Sister? That’s my Shishitoren jacket she has on, no?”

The man feels heavy beads of sweat roll down his face when Togame’s hands curl into clenched fists. “You mean to tell me your lil sis is from Shishitoren?”

“I said it was my bad,” he repeats, chuckling nervously. “It won’t happen again okay? I won’t bother her again.”

Togame’s hands return to his pockets. “Won’t let you off so easy next time,” his voice is low as he steps aside to let him off, “so you’d better keep your distance.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME. referred to as she/her, ‘your girl’

Umemiya instinctively perks up when he hears two voices behind him, momentarily tuning out your gushing about how cute the little plant kits at barnes and noble are.

“….She's probably taken.”

“Is that her boyfriend behind her? Think she's talking to him.”

There's a chuckle between them. “Doesn’t matter. Go tell her what you just said to me when she's alone.”

“What?” The man laughs. “Ask her if i can grab a handful of that ass?”

More laughter.

Umemiya’s jaw clenches, eyes darting back at you in a flash, and he’s relieved when he sees you’re still gushing about the flower kits— completely oblivious to the two men just beyond this aisle. He’s by your side in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh.” You turn to press a quick kiss against his temple, smiling when he melts into your touch. “Hi, Haji. Did you find a book?”

“Nothing here.” He sighs dramatically, his embrace around your middle tightening just enough for you to barely notice. “But we can grab some of those flower kits.”

“Really?”

“Of course—”

“Hey.” A familiar voice interrupts him with a stifled laugh, followed by a tap on his shoulder. With the roughness, it’s more like a jab— but he lets that slide.

“Ah— your friend, Haji.” Your voice comes off as a mix between a question and a statement.

“Hey, my friend has something to ask your girl.”

Umemiya’s jaw clenches again, and your eyes widen a bit at the sudden change in the atmosphere. The first friend’s hand is swat off of his shoulder in a split second, Umemiya straightening back up to look back at them.

Their first thought is that he’s a lot taller than they had pictured. A lot more muscular too— and they take note of the way his muscles bulge against the fabric of his shirt. “What, you have business with her?”

They flinch at the tone.

“Ah— sorry.” The second friend stutters. “We got the wrong person.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

“Ah— what happened?” Your hands delicately cup Sakura’s face, ignoring the way his cheeks instantly turn into a deep shade of scarlet. “N-nothing happened!” He weakly swats at your hand, a futile attempt to dissipate the heat spreading through the tips of his ears.

“I was only in the bathroom for five minutes.” You laugh. “How’d you manage to get into a fight so fast?”

He stiffens when your arms come to wrap around his bicep, resuming your ramble about some recipe you wanted to try tonight. Macarons…or something. He doesn’t pay much attention, because he knows whatever you end up making will be good anyway.

“—Are you listening, Sakura?”

The clueless look he gives you confirms it. “So you weren’t. I had a feeling— but it’s okay.” You giggle. “But you didn’t answer my question from earlier either. How’d you get into a fight?”

His eyebrows furrow deeply as he decides whether or not he should tell you. “They were….” he clicks his tongue angrily, “they were talking about you when you walked by.”

You can feel his muscles tense as he deepens his scowl, still trying to fight off the blush plastered across his face. “I just gave ‘em what they deserved.”

HAYATO SUO. referred to as she/her, mentions of how you’re dressed

“What a bitch. She was totally asking for it.”

I know— dressed like a whore.”

Suo stands up from the bench outside your local convenience store, hands dusting off the dirt on his pants. You had asked him to wait outside earlier because ‘you wanted to grab him a super delicious snack that he would most definitely love.’

He had a feeling the two dirty men who entered the store minutes later were bad news, so he was already on high alert before listening in.

“That whore— you mean my girlfriend?” Suo’s voice comes out calm, a stark contrast to the sickening anger and pressure he feels building up inside his chest.

“Huh—oh. Yeah.” One of them chuckles, jutting their thumb at the entrance. “That bitch inside your girl? You let her prance around with her tits hanging out for everyone to see?”

He's calm and composed as they size him up, their chins tilting up to look down at him. “She's pretty, isn't she?” and Suo fails to stifle the chuckle that escapes his lips. “Did she reject you too harshly for your liking?”

One of them balls his fists, muttering profanities under his breath as he leans closer to him. “Now how'd you know that? You should really teach that bitch some fucking manners.” He reaches forward to grab Suo by the collar, eyes blinking in confusion when he finds himself spun behind Suo seconds later, feet struggling to find their balance.

“—The fuck did you do?”

“It’s a bad habit of hers,” Suo continues. “I understand it though, not wanting to be around a pathetic thing like you.” The edges of his lips tug into a faint smile.

The other man’s eyebrows twitch, spitting empty threats as he he throws a wide swing, only to find himself reduced to his knees seconds later. “T-the fuck...” he grumbles to himself— he could have sworn he could practically see his fist connect. What happened?

“You'd be better off looking for someone to protect yourself the way I do for her.” His words are mocking as he heads towards the store’s entrance. “And— it'd be really unfortunate if i see something like this happen again.”

TOMA HIRAGI.

“H-Hiragi? What are you doing?”

Your lips are pressed in a nervous line as your hands come to shyly rest on his chest, sucking in a breath when his arms come to roughly cage you against the train’s walls, strong body towering just over yours.

“Do you…need more space?” You whisper, heart racing at the proximity. You can smell his cologne so well at this distance.

Hiragi simply shakes his head, distracted gaze shifting between you and something behind him every few seconds. “It’s okay.”

He swears his stomach isn't churning like this without good reason. It’s not just a coincidence that the same person who he had noticed eyeing you at the boba shop had gotten onto the same train. He could let it go at that, but the same man had been slowly worming his way through the crowd to get closer to the two of you. And while he’s not certain, he thought he saw the man take out his phone and try and angle it beneath you, but not before jolting and dropping his phone onto the floor when Hiragi's hands abruptly slammed against the wall beside you.

The train suddenly rocks, sliding his phone to the other side of the train, and you’re knocked off balance, face slamming against Hiragi's chest. “S-sorry!”

“It’s okay.” He gives you a smile, hand coming to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer. “You okay?”

“I’m okay...” you mumble, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Your chest is hard.”

He responds with a light chuckle. It’ll be okay like this, he thinks. He’ll protect you with his body for now, and figure out what to do with that guy later.

KIRYU MITSUKI. ‘pretty thing’

“It’s no wonder she doesn't like you,” Kiryu sighs. “You're gross.”

Your mouth is ajar as you stare at the state of the man who was harassing you only moments ago, his unconscious body resting neatly against the wall after Kiryu had dragged him there.

“Sorry you had to watch that, pretty thing.” His hand comes to gently interlace with yours. “But he didn't leave me with much of a choice, did he?”

“It’s okay.” Your voice drops to a whisper. “That was so cool of you.”

His eyes widen a bit before his lips curl into a small smile. “Oh? You think so?”

“Mhm. I don't know what would’ve happened to me if you were there...” your voice trails off a bit.

You really don't know what would have happened, because it's not like you know how to fight or anything. Getting hit on is enough to make you nervous, so a pushy guy like that was too much— you froze up as soon as he started spitting threats after you expressed your disinterest.

There’s a light squeeze around your hands, and you’re reminded of this gentle warmth that Kiryu always brings with him. “Don't worry about it.” He gives you a small smile. “I’ll just need to accompany you more often when you go out. It’s no problem.”

KYOTARO SUGISHITA.

“You’re like a bodyguard, Kyo.”

You giggle at the huff beside you. “How’d you even react that fast?”

It all happened within a second. You were walking beside him, stopped for a brief second to bend down and peer at the plushies lining the shop window, not noticing the man approaching you— his grimy fingers coming to take a peek under your skirt. Before you had even registered the feeling of the cloth moving, there was a loud crack, and the man was on the floor, groaning with his hands covering his bloodied face and a very angry Sugishita on top of him.

“He made me angry.”

Of course he would be. And if you weren’t with your boyfriend, it would be an entirely different story. You’d bring along your assortment of self defense items, ranging from pepper sprays to taser lipsticks— and you’d be a thousand times more cautious. Pay extra close attention to everything around you.

With Sugishita, however, it’s different. You think of it as being able to turn off your brain… or something like that. Whatever lets you truly relax and enjoy your time with him, and it’s always okay because your boyfriend is there to protect you. “Well, don’t be so mad, cutie.” You smile, your fingers reaching to interlace with his as he tenses at the nickname.

“Everything is okay— I’m okay. I’ll even get us smoothies to help lighten the mood.”

He lets you drag him to your favorite smoothie shop in silence— still fuming about the incident. He wonders why you’re not shaken up. Ifnhe had been one second later, that piece of shit would have lifted up your skirt. In public. His jaw clenches at the thought, angry eyes darting at any anyone who dares look your direction.

“Why’re…” his voice trails off, remembering what Umemiya said about toning down his choice of words around others. “Why’re you so happy?”

“Hmm? I’m not too worried.” You laugh. “You’re my bodyguard right? Nothing will happen if you’re here.”

part 2

[lixmooon]

✨ wind breaker [ new icons ] ✨

[tgms]

hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake,” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

[maruflix]

  — ★ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓. (𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-𝐀)

☆ — “S.. SORRY…. ARE YOU ANGRY?”

SYNOPSIS : Everyone fears them, but who do they fear? (+ bonus text messages✨)

FEATURING : Umemiya Hajime, Sakura Haruka, Tomiyama Choji, Togame Jo, Takiishi Chika x f!reader

Read the SECOND PART with Suo Hayato, Kiryu Mitsuki, Hiragi Toma, Kaji Ren, and Endo Yamato here!

UMEMIYA HAJIME

Everyone knows by now that one of Umemiya Hajime’s love languages is teasing. Once you get that man’s attention on you, he will not stop pestering you until the end of the world, showering you with his attention to try to get yours.

But sometimes, he can be too much.

“Wha- Hajime!” You’re peacefully reading the manga you just bought when it’s suddenly snatched from your hand. The sun beams on Umemiya’s face as he sticks out his tongue playfully, a beautiful smile adorning his features. 

You glare up at him, or rather, at his right arm who’s now holding your manga. You make  a futile attempt to swipe it away, but the white haired man only holds it up higher away from your reach. The pages are now flipping away and you grimace, knowing that you’ve lost the page you were reading earlier. And it was such a good scene, too…

“Give it back!” 

But Umemiya only grins wider, stretching his long arms higher and higher. Next to him, his friends shake their heads in disbelief at his childishness. “Then take it baaack~” He can’t lie, he loves seeing your pretty eyes shining in anger. He loves seeing all your expressions, but he can’t deny that he has a mean streak in him. It’s satisfying to tease you and watch you get all flustered and annoyed.

“Umemiya Hajime!”

His friends looked away upon hearing the murderous tone in your voice, knowing that their leader is completely and utterly done for.

“You have three seconds to give me my manga back.”

Umemiya can be a bit oblivious, but he’s not stupid. Slumping his shoulders, he gives you a look resembling a kicked puppy and gingerly hands you the manga back. “O-okay… don’t be mad at me…” He pouts, but is met with a deadly glare.

“See?! Now I have to find what page I was reading!”

Nervous, he tries to help you but doesn’t know how, so he resorts to stuttering next to you, making you more annoyed. “S.. sorry…. Are you angry?”

“Heck yes I’m angry!”

You dodge his kisses, only relenting when he literally kneels down in front of you and begs you to forgive him, resting his head on your lap.

SAKURA HARUKA

“Help!”

A woman’s voice breaks through the day’s tranquility, followed by sounds of feet thudding on the ground. Several shop owners and pedestrians turned to look at what’s going on, their brows furrowed when they found out that it was another pickpocket.

The young man in question is already taking off, a woman’s wallet clutched between his arm and torso, speeding down the street, a victorious smirk on his face. However, just as he’s rounding the corner, his face comes into contact with a fist, causing him to fall to the ground.

Rubbing his nose crossly, he looks up to see a white and black haired boy, towering over him with his arms crossed intimidatingly in front of his chest. His lips are pursed in a straight line and his eyes are burning. He looks scary, if it wasn’t for the cute purse that hangs on his arm. “What the heck?!” He spits out, quickly getting to his feet to make an escape.

An arm shoots out in front of him. “That wallet. Give it back.”

“Mind your own business, boy!” He moves to push him away, but he effortlessly takes his arm and twists it behind his back, making him yelp in pain. The pickpocket tries to hit his assaulter’s head, but is instead whacked on the head with an object. He flops down on the ground, holding an aching head with an aching arm, the stolen wallet quickly forgotten.

Sakura Haruka rolls his eyes at the weakling in front of him before picking up the wallet and returning it to its rightful owner, who thanks him over and over again. 

Just another day as Furin’s guardian.

“Sakura Haruka!”

Sakura flinches when he hears his full name being called out in a harsh tone, already knowing who it is without having to turn his head. He’s practically shaking in his boots when he finally faces you, hands on your hips, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.

“Did you just whack someone in the head using my purse?!”

Gulping, Sakura’s hands move to pat your purse, trying to return it to its original state (it now has a small dent from where it comes into contact with the pickpocket’s head) but fails miserably. “Umm..! Please wait a moment…” He grumbles, gently hammering your purse to fix the dent, finally succeeding as the purse returns to its form with a satisfying ‘plop!’

“You…” Taking big steps towards your boyfriend, you glare at him with rage, grabbing him by his collar. 

It is truly a sight: the Sakura Haruka, who usually holds other people by their collar, is now having his own collar grabbed by a girl, and instead of being offended, he only looks mortified.

“I-I fixed it! Here, good as new!”

“It’s not the same! You’re an idiot!”

Not far from there, Kiryu holds up his phone, recording the whole thing. He stops the video when the two of you finally stop arguing and Sakura slings an arm around you, giving you a peck on the cheek before turning beet red. Chuckling to himself, he opens up the gang group chat.

TOMIYAMA CHOJI

Even after his fight with Furin High’s Umemiya, Tomiyama Choji is still an enigma. He looks like someone who wears his heart on his sleeve at first glance, but no amount of bubbly cheers and close-eyed smiles can tell a person what’s really on his mind.

Like right now.

The Shishitoren guys are chilling at the Ori, chatting and opening up bags of chips. The mood around them has greatly improved and they are now much more comfortable with each other. Tomiyama and Togame join them, sitting a bit further up, but still engaging in conversation.

“So, where’s the little princess?” Togame casually asks in an attempt to make small talk, but pauses when he feels his friend stiffen up.

Tomiyama smiles, but his eyes betray him.

“Umm.. is everything okay between you two?”

“Of course!” The Shishitoren leader beams, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

The guys in the front lower their voices, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. They have often seen Tomiyama’s girlfriend hanging around at the Ori, laughing at his jokes and matching his energy. But not today.

“Well..” Togame ponders whether he should pursue the matter, but he’s actually a bit curious as well, so he presses on. “She usually comes here after school ends..”

At this, Tomiyama’s smile finally fades. He glances at the other guys, who instantly snaps their head away as if they weren’t at all eavesdropping earlier, then glares at his friend openly. “... What of it? She doesn’t have to come here every single day, does she?”

Togame knows now that he’s touched a nerve, so he drops it. Sighing, he opens up his phone, something that he rarely ever does, and decides to save the day by contacting a very special person.

You burst into the Ori not long afterwards and Tomiyama immediately bolts to you, tackling you down and muttering apologies in between sobs. When you finally forgive him, he gives you the brightest smile and kisses your cheek, pulling you up from the ground and guiding you to sit down next to him, his arm encircling your waist.

TOGAME JO

Togame Jo is a calm person. A very, very calm person. But calmness doesn’t equate to patience, and the Shishitoren guys know that better than anyone. It’s no easy feat to be the second-in-command, especially with someone like Tomiyama as the leader.

Togame rules with an iron fist. It’s true that he has mellowed down after the altercation with Furin, but the fact that he is intimidating remains standing. Now, he’s not even fazed when he argues with Tomiyama and stands his ground stubbornly, something that he usually avoids before fighting Furin High. That is why everyone still interacts with him cautiously, especially when they get a feeling that he’s in a bad mood.

Today is such a day.

The guys witnessed first hand how badly Togame and Tomiyama’s bickers can go, both sides unrelentingly stubborn. They’ve stopped fighting each other, but the tension is still there.

Just then, a girl walks up to them, an annoyed look on her face as she proceeds to… lecture Togame?

“Tomiyama told me that you threw the first punch!”

“Huh?!” Togame glares at his friend, who returns his glare with a victorious grin. But he can’t say anything because it was true, he did throw the first punch— he got Tomiyama good.

“I told you to solve your arguments with cool heads, not fists!” The girl is you, and you’re now scrunching your nose in frustration at the two guys in front of you.

Aruma, Kanuma, and some of their friends are hiding behind a wall as they shamelessly peep. They thought that Togame would certainly explode right about now. He has looked irritated all day, just got into a fistfight with his friend, and now he’s being lectured by some girl? Their friend, perhaps, but still… lecturing the Togame Jo is a pretty nerve-wracking sight.

Imagine their surprise when instead of exploding in anger, Togame lets out a small huff and looks at the ground. “You never take my side… is your boyfriend Choji or me?”

Tomiyama roars in laughter when you guiltily try to cheer him up, the previous arguments forgotten. He’s still laughing as he snaps pictures of the two of you. You’re hugging Togame tightly, face buried in his chest, but unbeknownst to you, Togame is now smirking as he rests his chin on top of your head.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

Takiishi Chika is an all-around scary guy. He always looks two seconds away from socking someone in the face, he beats up everyone who so much as looks at him the wrong way, and he’s made it clear he isn’t interested in making friends.

Lately, though, another person has been added to his entourage. Not another scary guy like Endo Yamato, but rather a beautiful girl who looks like a perfectly law-abiding citizen.

The first time you show up, Endo is damn sure that you won’t last more than a week. Either you get too scared, make a mistake and get punched in the face, or Takiishi will grow bored of you and tell you to stay out of his way.

Neither happened.

He’s been counting the days: it’s been exactly four months, and he notices that you have only been getting closer to Takiishi. But perhaps, perhaps, today will be the day that you break.

You’re standing your ground fearlessly, staring at him angrily. Takiishi, as usual, returns your stare with a stoic one. “Why don’t you want to spend more time with me?!” Your face is all scrunched up, your hands balled up into fists.

Takiishi blinks. Once. Twice. He clearly disagrees with your earlier statement, but he doesn’t know how to respond, so he remains silent. But he clearly made the wrong decision because your frustration grows, tears glistening in the corner of your eyes. Surprised and unsure how to react, Takiishi opens and closes his mouth mutely.

“So it’s true, then. Endo was right.” You sigh in defeat, tears now running down your face, “You don’t actually love me. You like him more than me.”

Endo nearly chokes when Takiishi snaps his head towards his direction, his face dark and eyes flickering in pure anger. He’s sure that Takiishi would stomp his way to him and bash his head in, if it weren’t for your sobs.

He watches, learning his lesson about messing with you when Takiishi quietly pulls you into his arms, calming you down by rubbing your head gently. His movements are stiff and awkward, but even an idiot can tell that he treats you like a treasure, letting your tears wet his black jacket.

But it wasn’t finished yet— Takiishi kindly makes sure that Endo completely learns his lesson when he beats him half to death, threatening him to never talk to you that way ever again.

NOTES : Wind Breaker fandom, I offer tribute!!!

[togament]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. sakura, ume, kaji, suo.

"ever thought how it would be like to kiss them? here's how they love to do it."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : SUGGESTIVE KINDA SPICY, kaji is a mess (i’m in love), ume is a puppy man and he is needy, pls protect sakura, SUO????? SUO.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

- shy, shy SHY. You gotta guide him through it, babe. But once he gets the hang of it (and once he gets over the embarrassment), expect him to be all over you. - Handsy when he hasn't seen you for the longest time, caressing softly and he pulls you into him so tightly you feel like you'd merge into one being. if he’s pissed, his hands are fiery, all over your body, groping and pulling at your clothes. - please don't kiss him in public. not like he doesn't want to. of course he really does. but he can't take the teasing and the attention it brings. (he also can't prevent himself from blushing, ok? you know how red he gets!)

𝐔𝐌𝐄.

- BIG SMILE KISSER. Your teeth kiss before you both do sometimes. Likes holding you in his arms when he’s kissing you. God. You know those sort of movie kisses where the love interest cups the lead’s cheek so lovingly, so softly like she’s about to break? Whispers sweet nothings to the main lead before leaning in for a perfect kiss? lmao you’re definitely not having that with ume. Sorry. - He’s a goofy kisser, giggles sometimes when you both are into it. Like, he’s just happy to be there, y’know? He whispers how much he loves you, how good you smell, how pretty you are though. who am i kidding? Any kiss is a good movie kiss with ume around. - Just expect him to ask for more than just a kiss after your lips leave his. firing all cylinders too. puppy eyes, all cutesy and stuff. He’s very needy. And I mean NEEDY.

𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

- of course, goes without saying that kissing kaji’s sweet. If he can’t kiss you in public, he gives you his lollipop. You tease him often, twirling your tongue along the candy, puckered lips slowly sucking it in. you know he's staring. you know he's blushing. he hates how he loves it. - Once he gets you alone? GOD. he presses you up against the nearest surface and kisses you feverishly, fingers harshly tugging at the base of your head to control you the way he wants. You yelp and he takes that opportunity to ram his tongue into your mouth, only to have you suck on it like how you did his lollipop. - But when he’s not super pissed or it’s just a lazy day for him, he looooooves lazy make out sessions while listening to music with you. His hand’s on your cheek, pulling you close. Your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until you’re straddling him already. (his go to is deftones btw.) - Kaji’s kisses are fiery and needy one moment, slow and sensual the next. No in between.

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

- likes teasing before he leans in to kiss you. You could just be talking about mundane stuff and he’s looking at you with a hooded eye, gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips and back again. Tongue darting out his lips to wet them only to pull his lower lip slightly between his teeth. He knows how to work you way too well. - He likes it when you kiss him so desperately after he teases you. With how neat and proper he is, you’d expect him to prefer slow and languid kisses. au contraire, he likes it MESSY. Tongues battling for dominance, hands yanking and threading through hair, him biting your lip when he pulls away, whispered dirty talks. - it's crazy how he pulls away from you and he looks so neat and tidy while your hair's frazzled.

a/n: ok another one before i head to bed. goodness i really do have to fix my body clock soon lmao goodnight sweetpeas~

[hxnbi]

⸻ ღ ❝ WHAT IF I... ❞

you pop the question, asking him, “what if i disappeared one day?" to gauge his reaction

ft. hayato suo, yamato endo, choji tomiyama, umemiya hajime, ren kaji, haruka sakura, kyotaro sugishita, jo togame x gn. reader (separate)

ღ HAYATO SUO ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

He tilts his head to the side. "Whatever do you mean by that?" A brief flash of confusion crossed SUO's face before the ever-present smile of his returned.

"I mean, like, what if I just, from out of nowhere, went poof one day? What would you do?" you clarified with a smile. 

You couldn't quite figure out what was going through his mind as he let out a pensive hum, his index finger rhythmically tapping against his cheek, appearing to be in a deep moment of thought. Granted, you never did know what Suo is thinking about, but something appeared to be different this time.

Suo knew that the question you asked was a mere hypothetical, similar to the ones where you'd find on random scenarios online—meant to be a casual inquiry intended to gauge his reaction, so he didn't give it much concern. In fact, he leaned into it.

"Well then, if that's the case, as your boyfriend." He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "It's only right for me to find you and make sure you’re safe, isn't it?" 

He says it so matter-of-factly with a hefty amount of confidence that undoubtedly makes your heart flutter. There's no hesitation, no doubt in his voice, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. But the outside is indeed never what it appears to be, but also what can be the most deceiving. Suo doesn't worry too much about your question upfront, but there would be times when his mind would wander, drifting back to that single conversation that haunted his thoughts. What implored you to ever ask him that? 

And so, over the next few days and weeks, Suo would watch you with even more attentiveness than he already did, which was already considerable. Being by your side meant everything to him, and he couldn't imagine life without you if that were to ever ring true. After a few days of thinking, Suo's answer has not changed and will never change, but the realm of possibility that you might disappear will forever linger in his mind.

ღ YAMATO ENDO ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

ENDO, with his piercing, sweatdropping gaze, doesn't even take a minute to look at you, and, instead, at himself. Not in the literal sense, but inwardly. He scrutinizes his every action, every word, trying to decipher what could he could’ve done or said to have prompted such a question from you.

"Disappear?" he asks with a tone of sharp curiosity as he finally meets your nervous gaze. "Is that what you really want?"

Cupping his chin, all with the expression that he's about to beat someone half to death, Endo takes a quiet moment to himself and thinks about your question more thoroughly, which only makes you more anxious, in all honesty. 

With a sheepish laugh, you attempted to steer the conversation to a different subject, but Endo was having none of it. His intense focus was right then and there for you to answer.

Endo sits back down, covering his face with his calloused hand, letting out a low chuckle, "You must be either naive or plain stupid if you ever think that's going to happen on my watch.”

"H-Huh?"

"Because you're never leaving me." Endo’s voice carries utter conviction, a lifelong promise wrapped in a singular statement.

Endo snickers a bit from your seemingly adorable reaction before fading into an expression of distaste. His eyes bore into yours, filled with an emotion you can't quite place. "I don't know what brought this on, but let me make one thing clear. You're not going anywhere. Not without me."

He reaches out, his hand finding yours, gripping it firmly. You can feel the roughness of his skin, the callousness from all his previous fights, the strength in his hold, and it grounds you. A chuckle escapes him as he leans back, the seriousness melting away as a mischievous grin spreads across his face from ear to ear. "Besides, who else is going to put up with your atrocious cooking?"

ღ CHOJI TOMIYAMA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

CHOJI takes a moment to think. "Hmmm, well then. I'll just find you again! Simple and easy! Don’t you think?!”

You laugh alongside him, not having the heart to continue the conversation. But unbeknownst to you, Choji's light-hearted response hides a deeper concern. Choji may act childish, but he's not stupid. He knows that he's not perfect, and in fact, he's a very flawed human being who has done far more harm than he'd ever like to admit, and certainly not to his lover…

Thus, throughout the day, you would be subjected to Choji clinging onto you. Whether you like it or not, he becomes your shadow, sticking to you like glue. As for bathroom breaks? Well, sucks to be you, that's not going to happen without him hovering nearby like a mosquito.

You knew what this meant. Choji's playful manner masks the underlying fear of losing you, and he doesn't let you out of his sight. Whether it's following you to the kitchen or tagging along to every errand, Choji's constant presence lingering over your every move is both endearing and slightly overwhelming. He jokes and laughs, trying to keep the mood light, but you can see the worry in his eyes whenever he thinks you're not looking. It's clear that the thought of being without you is something he can't bear. Just thinking about how his life would be if you left was enough of a nightmare that he decides that possibility would never be considered.

Choji's answer remains constant, but don't let that fool.

ღ HAJIME UMEMIYA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

UMEMIYA is immediately alarmed by your question, pausing right in the midst of caring for his plants to turn to you with a rather distressed frown that deepened with every second. He jumps to grab your arm, perhaps in fear of you leaving right then and there, and asks with a nervous laugh, "Ahah… you're joking, right?”

…Was this supposed to be some kind of dare from Hiragi or Tsubaki?

And his grip will not loosen until you tell him every single detail, tenfold. Unlike the usual energetic demeanour he broadcasts to the world, Umemiya doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's worried, scared, terrified even, with all but the absolute worst scenarios surfacing in his mind. Were you being threatened in some way because of him? Or… was it something about him?

On the surface, he knows that you asked that question in a hypothetical sense, but that doesn't lessen his fear that it could happen, and your bringing it up helped trigger it. His past memories come right back to haunt him again.

And without thinking, Umemiya embraces you in a bone-crushing hug. "I-I don't know what made you want to say that. Please… Hit me, get mad at me, yell at me, hate me even, but please, don't ever leave me.”

His grip tightens around you, desperation evident in the way he clings to you as if you might vanish at any moment. You can feel the tremor in his hands, the rapid beat of his heart against your ear. It breaks your heart to see him like this, so vulnerable and afraid. You gently stroked his back, whispering soothing words to calm his frayed nerves. Slowly, his breathing steadies, and he relaxes a bit in your arms, but the fear in his eyes still remains. It's clear that the thought of losing you terrifies him more than anything else.

His mind races, no, refuses to accept the thought of you ever disappearing from him. His answer was clear. He was never going to let that happen, not without a reason for closure. And so, Umemiya's efforts to spend more time with you would only be further amplified from there. 

Waking up in the morning? Umemiya would be out your door soon enough with a bed-in-breakfast. Getting groceries? Umemiya will once again be there to be your personal bag-handler and bodyguard. You'd have to reassure him plenty in order to convince him that nobody is out to get you and that you aren’t in danger by any means. But even then, that was not going to work either, oh no. 

As the leader of Furin, Umemiya would make sure that you were protected at all times, sending only the best and closest friends to watch over you and make sure that you were safe. Sakura would snort and mutter under his breath, clicking his tongue, "that guy is overdoing it," only to receive a stern but anxious look from Nirei and a withering glare from Hiragi and especially, if in the presence of the man himself, Umemiya, would receive a look that could shoot literal bullets right into his skull.

How on earth could you tell him by that point that it was all a joke…?

ღ REN KAJI ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Admittedly, KAJI does not think much of it as he continues to listen to his music with your head resting comfortably on his lap. What do you mean you're just going to leave? Without him? Impossible. 

He hums before going back to indulging his lollipop, which, by all means, was his solace. But later on, Kaji's mind drifts back to the question you asked. His eyebrows fold into two thinly knitted lines as he processes what could ever be your reasoning for asking such a thing. Not even the most relaxing of music could calm his mind as he begins to overthink every little detail of your relationship, replaying every conversation, every moment you've shared, searching for clues or hints he might have missed that made you want to think that.

The thought of you leaving gnaws at him—a rather unsettling and even unfamiliar feeling that he can't shake off no matter how hard he tries. Kaji debates with himself whether to bring it up with you again or let it slide, not wanting to seem insecure but also desperate for reassurance and that what he heard wasn't actually true.

His heart races with each passing thought, and he finds himself pacing back and forth while outside your school building, awaiting you to come out, trying to make sense of his swirling emotions. That is, until you ask him with a confused frown what he was doing.

He doesn't wait for a response but instead pulls you straight into his arms. Kaji grabs both your shoulders and apologizes. He stares right into your wide eyes, and he finally confesses, "If you disappeared… then I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

Kaji gulps in the air like someone who's drowned. He hardly even knew what to do with himself, just pondering the answer about a mere possibility. If that ever came to fruition, he'd be utterly lost. Though he guards his heart carefully, he's unrestrained with his body, whether for comfort or for pleasure.

He holds you firmly. Implacably. He will hold you all night if needs must, and throughout the day. His grip shifts to a tight hug as if trying to squeeze out all the sadness with his strong arms. "So please, don't."

With a heartfelt sigh, the tightness in your shoulders relaxed and you caressed his back with a gentle hand, all while comforting with your voice—the same voice Kaji grew to love with all his heart.

ღ HARUKA SAKURA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Rolls his eyes. "What do you mean you're just going to disappear?" SAKURA clicks his tongue. "As if that's ever going to happen."

But in reality, despite his outward words, Sakura is far more concerned than he initially lets on. His composure can only stretch so far until he loses it. Quite literally. He may put on a brave face, but the thought of you vanishing haunts him. He starts by subtly interrogating your friends, your family, and anyone who might know something. His questions are cloaked in casual conversation—well, as casual as Sakura thinks—but the urgency in his eyes betrays his true feelings.

He becomes much more protective from then on, always by your side, watching you with a worried gaze that he often tries to mask. But you, in fact, do notice the change, the way Sakura hovers a little closer to you when he's, without exception, extremely volatile to physical touch, his touches lingering a little longer, and his blatant need for confirmation that you're not going to leave. 

Until, one day, out of nowhere, Sakura answered the question. "If you leave… then I won't stop until I find you. That's it," he muttered in a voice so low that you could hardly believe it, your eyes widening in surprise.

"Haru, could you say that again?" you asked, voice trembling with emotion.

“Huh?”

“Just now, could you repeat it?”

Sakura grumbled, scrunching his flushed crimson face into a grimace. "Y-You idiot!! I already said it!!!"

"But I want to hear it again…" you pouted, feigning sadness, making Sakura blush even further, his ears a deep crimson.

"Tch… I'm just telling you, if you disappear one day, I'm just going to find you, and I'll keep trying until I do."

ღ KYOTARO SUGISHITA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

SUGISHITA is eerily silent. Usually, that wouldn't be as much cause for concern, but there was something different in Sugishita's expression that unnerved you. Disappearing? That was a joke, right? No… you probably meant something else. You did mention that you planned to go out to buy groceries later that week. Could it be because of that? Or perhaps…

Sugishita, in his inward panic, grabs your arm with a grip tight enough to completely cut off the blood circulation to the rest of your body. "You're… going to leave? How? …When? W-Why?"

You could see that Sugishita was becoming increasingly anxious, his mind seeming to be practically in another dimension. With a pat on his head, you reassure him that you meant it all as a hypothetical question and that you aren't going to leave by any means. But the damage had been done. Sugishita, being the worrywart, needed far more confirmation than just that.

And just like Choji, for the next few days, Sugishita would be watching your moves like a hawk, standing at your side, towering over you. His eyes follow your every move. His piercing eyes staring into your soul felt almost suffocating, but it was clear that he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even for a single moment.

Umemiya, with his usual bravado, burst out into laughter as he claps Sugishita's flushed cheeks repeatedly, reassuring him once more that it was nothing but a mere misunderstanding and a curiosity for his answer on his part. Hiragi agreed, nodding his head along.

Nonsense, Sugishita thinks with a wry face. He will be the one to ensure your safety, replaced by a type of intensity that makes you feel, while protected, also slightly on edge with the burning stare that he insists on maintaining to keep watch, even when you shoo him away.

You knew that his actions came from a place of love from when you initially asked him that question, but even so, did you really need him to stand outside your classroom door…?

ღ JO TOGAME ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Your words would kick his mind into gear almost instantaneously. TOGAME's thoughts raced, his aloof demeanour spinning around in circles like a pertueral carousel as he considered the possibility. Togame eventually came to the harrowing conclusion that he wasn't enough for you, that you felt neglected, or worse, unhappy being with him. 

He stared at you, his eyes wide. "What do you mean by 'disappear'?" he asked, his voice trembling a bit despite his efforts to keep it steady.

Just the mere thought of that made his stomach churn and his chest tighten. He couldn't bear the idea of losing you, even if through the lens of a mere hypothetical question. Togame, usually so stoic and composed, felt his facade crumble before your very eyes. Regardless, he was still intent on proving his worth and winning you back, all in the name of rectifying whatever he had failed to do.

You could see the pure, unfiltered, raw emotion in his eyes, the sheer terror of losing you. "Oh no, Jo, I didn't mean it seriously! I was just curious," you said In hopes of smoothing him, but the worry etched on his face didn't fade.

"...it's not something I can just ignore," he said, voice growing firmer. "If you ever feel that way, if you ever think about leaving, please, talk to me first and we can communicate… Let me fix whatever is wrong. l, whatever it is. Because the thought of you not being in my life is unbearable…" He reached out, taking your hands in his shaky ones. “You want to know my answer? I would search for you everywhere, and do anything to bring you back. You mean far too much to me to just let you go…”

His vulnerability was laid bare, even to your own surprise, who didn't expect this from a mere question. But that’s just it. It wasn’t a mere question to him.

Togame would do anything to prove his love to you, to ensure that you never felt the need to ask such a question again. And in that, he certainly succeeded, because you would never doubt his devotion to you again, not that you did to begin with, but knew that it was a slippery slope and a topic to avoid when with him.

But, for good measure, after that conversation fiasco, Togame had taken up a new hobby. And you were more than happy until you realized what that "hobby" of his entailed, as friends or practically anybody who was an unfortunate passerby, would immediately notice a bodyguard-like figure constantly by your side. That is, until they saw the brute clinging onto you like a man desperate for even a whiff of your attention.

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

[prettyboykatsuki]

objects in the mirror | j. togame

✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+

✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)

✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.

go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.

✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.

"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"

"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."

Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"

"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."

"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.

"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"

"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.

"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."

"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."

He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"

Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."

He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."

You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."

"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.

"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."

"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"

You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."

"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"

You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."

He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.

"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."

"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."

Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.

"Have you not? Like... ever?"

"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."

Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.

He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?

"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"

"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.

"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."

"How much?"

"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"

"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"

You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."

"Lemme see,"

"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."

You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.

He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.

You wonder if this is weird.

It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...

Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.

Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.

"It's cute."

"Huh?"

"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."

You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."

Another pause. Brief but not.

"Do you want help using it?"

"Wha—"

"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"

Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.

"...In what way?"

Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."

...Huh?

"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"

"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.

You stop to consider the question then shake your head.

"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"

"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"

You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.

You frown a little deeper.

"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.

"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."

"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."

"Does that do anything for you?"

He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."

You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."

"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"

You shake your head.

"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."

He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."

Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.

"Lay down. Get comfortable."

You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.

Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.

He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.

"What was that for?"

"Breaking the ice."

You mumble. "Oh..."

Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."

"Huh? No I'm not,"

He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.

Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.

But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.

Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.

"How do you normally do this?"

You blink and look up.

"Do what?"

"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"

"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."

"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"

He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.

"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."

His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.

"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"

You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"

He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."

You look at him expectantly.

"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."

"How...?"

"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."

"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.

"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."

"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."

He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."

Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.

The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—

If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.

When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.

You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.

He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.

(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)

Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.

Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.

"Does that feel good?"

It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.

"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."

He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."

An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.

"Do you feel a little warmed up?"

His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."

"From kissing?"

You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.

Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.

A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.

"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"

"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."

"Makes sense,"

He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.

"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"

"A sports bra."

"Right."

He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.

"Stop looking so hard."

He brushes past that. "They're nice."

"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.

"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"

"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."

"Why's that?"

You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."

He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.

Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.

He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.

Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.

You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."

You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?

He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.

But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.

You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.

"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"

He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.

"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"

You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.

Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.

You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.

Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?

"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.

"You think you're worked up enough for it?"

You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."

"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck yourself with something,."

The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."

"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."

You sniff. "Okay."

He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.

Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.

You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.

"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.

"Uh-huh."

"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"It does right? Go ahead and start."

You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.

You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.

"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."

You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.

"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."

"But—"

"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"

Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.

"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"

"Don't point it out, aah,"

"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.

"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."

"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"

He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.

Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.

"Kame—"

"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"

"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"

He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.

"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."

You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.

You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.

"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.

"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."

"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.

"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."

Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.

A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.

"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.

"Take your fingers out and show them to me."

Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.

"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."

Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.

"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"

You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.

Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.

The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.

He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.

The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.

You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.

"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."

"Turning it on, baby. Easy."

The word baby makes your body melt.

A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.

Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.

You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.

You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.

Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.

You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.

"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."

He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.

"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"

The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.

Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.

You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.

"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."

Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.

"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"

"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"

On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.

"Fuck!"

You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.

Your legs are twitching.

Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.

"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.

Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.

"You were so sexy like that."

You blink at him, face flushed.

"Sexy?"

"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"

You put a hand over his mouth.

"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"

He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."

"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"

He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"

You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."

"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."

Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.

"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"

"Uhm, yeah? I figured."

"Don't go around getting help from anyone."

You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."

He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."

You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.

"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"

Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."

He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.

"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."

"Is that what you really want?"

You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.

"More than anything,"

[kingkatsuki]

— sucker

Okay okay, just one more and then I’m done.

Kaji fucks you with one of his lollipops. That’s it, that’s the post.

Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, spit, he fucks you with his lollipop, cum tasting (do I need to warn for that idk), not proofread.

Word Count: 1.7k.

You look so perfect like this, Kaji thinks as he admires you sprawled out beneath him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him through thick lashes as you covet his attention; attention that he’s more than willing to give to you.

Kaji’s lollipop rattles against his teeth as he moves it to the side of his mouth, nestled against his cheek as you see it protrude against the skin. It makes him look cute, compared to the smoldering gaze of his dark grey eyes searing through you. His warm palms smooth against the apex of your thighs as you wriggle beneath him, your skirt already bunched at your hips to give him the view of your cute cotton panties.

He’s gentle as he curls his fingers into the hem of your underwear, a stark contrast to the rough callouses on his hands that catch against your smooth skin. Peeling the fabric down he leaves them dangling around one of your ankles.

“You this wet already?” He hums, his hand moving to the stick of his lollipop in contemplation as he admires the sight of you.

“Shut up,” You whine, flustered as you wriggle your hips in a silent plea. Your poor clit is desperate for attention as it throbs dramatically between your thighs.

“Make me.” He teases back, muffled by the lollipop between his lips as he pulls it out, licking his lips.

Holding the stick steady as he ran the sticky sweet through your messy folds, collecting your juices on the surface of it as the lollipop catches your clit. Your hips jerk in response as he repeats the motion, carefully rolling the ball of it against your clit from side to side as he applies a slight pressure.

“So pretty,” He hums, leaving a sticky trail in his wake as he dragged the lollipop further down to press against your tight entrance. Swirling the stick between his thumb and forefinger as he watches your greedy hole desperately try to suck it in.

“You’re such a tease,” You huff, staring up at the ceiling in irritation as Kaji continues to tease you.

“No, I’m not,” He replies with a lazy smile, and before you have a chance to hit him with another cocky retort he pushes the ball of the sweet inside your velvety walls.

The quick motion steals the air from your lungs as you choke back a whine, your hips bucking beneath him as he starts a languid pace. The stretch is barely there as your walls flutter around it, trying to push it deeper as he fucks the lollipop inside you. His free hand smooths along your thigh, as warm lips press a lingering kiss to your inner knee.

“You’re making such a mess,” Kaji grins as he watches your essence leak from your hole, drooling down the curve of your ass. He shamelessly pulls the sweet from your hole, holding it in the air so you could see your pearlescent slick glistening on the peach sucker.

A needy, pathetic whine airs low in your throat when Kaji holds the lollipop to his lips as the flat of his tongue pokes out to swipe at it. Writhing beneath him at the implication as you imagine his tongue lapping at your clit in the same way, fucking into you like he had the lollipop do moments earlier.

“You taste so fucking good.” He grunts, shifting his hips as his cock strains against the tight skinny jeans he’s wearing. The zipper is rough against his boxers to give him slight gratification as he presses the heel of his hand against it.

Kaji moves the lollipop back to your cunt as he leaves another sticky line against your outer folds, dragging it in a sloppy circle around your cunt whilst deliberately avoiding where you need it most.

“I told you you’re a tease.” You huff, practically pouting at him as his lips curl into a sly smirk. Bringing the lollipop towards your hole as he pushes it in without warning, immediately curling his wrist to press the round, firm top of it against the spongy spot inside you, “Oh, fuck—”

“I dunno,” He mumbles, deliberately fucking the lollipop against your sweet spot, “It seems like you like it.”

And you did like it, your hips meeting his movements as you fucked yourself on the sweet. Rolling your hips as he watched your walls tremble and throb around the thin white stick, barely the same girth as one of his fingers. Your poor, needy hole desperate to feel full.

“Want your mouth.” You press, gasping when he lets the lollipop still inside you. Letting go of the stick in favour of thumbing your puffy clit as he watches it bob inside you, working you towards your release.

“Cum for me first.” He coaxes, and you find yourself obeying.

“I’m not a dog, you jerk! I can’t just— oh,” You break off into a sultry moan as you feel yourself tumbling into bliss. The sloppy figure of eights he presses against your sensitive nub enough to have you crying out for him as the coil inside you snaps, thrashing beneath him as you reach your peak.

“Sorry, what was that?” The side of Kaji’s lips curls into a smirk as he pulls the lollipop from your hole, deliberately dragging it back up through your folds to press against your oversensitive clit before reaching over your body to offer it to you, “Cause it sounded like you were cumming.”

“Stop it, Ren.” Your cheeks burn as you feel molten lava flood through your veins.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He laughs.

Your cunt still pulses from the aftershocks of your release as he smooths a palm along your sternum before venturing higher. The stick of the lollipop still poised between his thumb and forefinger as he taps the sticky surface of the lollipop against your lips.

“Hold this for me, baby.” He hums softly, pressing the sticky sucker against your pouty bottom lip. Groaning as your tongue pokes out obediently in your post-orgasm haze to wrap around the peach sweet as you draw it inside your mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue, “See how good you taste?”

He palms himself through his jeans in a feeble attempt to satiate the throb of his heavy cock as his pre begins to soak through the dark denim. Adjusting himself he curls his hands beneath the plush of your thighs, holding you open as grey eyes stare up at you. Meeting your gaze as he presses a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to your clit as your hips jolt in response. Still sensitive from the intense climax he gifted you moments earlier as you keen beneath him. Kaji licks your labia, tasting the mixture of you and the peach lollipop residue on his tongue before tightening his grip on your thighs.

The lollipop clashes against your teeth as you try to stop it from hitting the back of your throat in response. Pushing it against the lining of your cheeks as you drool around it, swallowing thickly as Kaji drags his tongue through your slick, following the same sweet path the lollipop had taken.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whimper when you feel his tongue prod at your tight entrance, slurping at you like a man starved as he sucks the mess between your thighs. Keeping it inside his mouth before crudely spitting it back onto your cunt, the debauched noise causing you to cry out for him.

Your fingers card through his hair, messing up his flat fringe as you pushed it away from his forehead. Curling your fingers through it as you tug softly, trying to get him to give your needy cunt more attention as the coil inside you began to wind again.

Kaji collects the moisture back on his tongue as he moves to lap at your clit, tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as he pushes two slender fingers inside you. Immediately curling them towards the spot he knew like the back of his hand as he worked you towards your release.

“You feel tighter now,” He hums, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.”

“Ren.” You cry out, your thighs squeezing around his cheeks as he continues his steady pace, “‘m close.”

He took this as an invitation as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. Cheeks hollowed like they would when he had a sucker between his lips, staring up at you with hungry eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Your nails drag against his scalp as you scramble for purchase, holding his head steady as you unabashedly grind your cunt against his mouth. Kaji’s long fingers still fucking into you with vigour as you continue to grind your hips against his face, using him for your own pleasure as you teeter on the edge of another climax.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” His voice vibrates against your clit, “Get yourself off, just like that—”

Spit pools in your mouth from the lollipop as you try to remember to swallow, trapping it between your cheek and teeth as you feel yourself succumb to the pleasure.

Kaji doesn’t utter a word, instead focusing on your climax as he works you through it. His fingers are constant against the spongy spot inside you while his tongue lashes against your clit. Pressing a palm against your pelvis to stop your hips from bucking wildly as he fucks you through your release. White spots blank your vision as you try feebly to blink them away, your walls tremble around his fingers as he helps ease you down from your high. Following the motion of your hips as he prolongs your pleasure, the little shockwaves continue to roll through you.

Kaji sits up from his position between your thighs as he leans forward to grab the white stick from between your teeth. His eyes focused intently as he watched your lips obediently part to give the sweet treat back to him, as he placed it back inside his mouth. The stick shifts back to the side of his lips as he unzips his skinny jeans just enough to free his drooling cock, a strong palm wrapped around it as he prepared to push it against your still fluttering hole. Smoothing the blunt tip through your folds to coat it in your essence before he presses against your tight entrance, immediately feeling the true stretch.

“I want your mouth empty so I can hear every little sound.” He grins before pushing his cock into you with one sharp thrust, “You always look prettiest cumming on my cock.”

[peachsukii]

Using Sakura to get a local creep off your back would be a wild way to meet him.

It all happens so fast. You’re minding your business while waiting for your girlfriends outside of the convenience store, scrolling on your phone when a random man approaches you. You’ve never seen him around town, he’s not wearing any type of uniform - he’s just a random nobody.

He begins the whole “hey baby” script that every lame guy tries. You’re praying your girlfriends wrap up their shopping quickly, but time seems to be crawling while this guy inches closer into your space. Looking at your surroundings, you spot a group of guys in Bofurin jackets.

Jackpot.

Suddenly, you blank on any of their names. They’re the protectors of the town, you’ve seen them numerous times, but the moment has you struggling with their actual names. The one with headphones and a lollipop, the pink haired pretty boy, and…oh.

The one with the black and white split hair.

Taking a chance, you shove past the creepy guy and shout at him. “There you are, babe! I’ve been waiting for you!”

Sakura turns around, confusion written all over his face. He’s about to wave you off when you come running to his side, latching onto his arm and squeezing his bicep. The other two immediately catch on and keep their guards up, too.

“Please,” you whisper, trying to explain before he freaks out and has a conniption over your sudden touch. “That guy won’t leave me alone. Act like you know me for a minute and I’ll leave you be.”

He sighs, nodding silently as his eyes narrow back on the guy behind you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s get goin’,” Sakura announces, loud enough for the guy to hear him.

“You gonna run off with this loser? Come on, he’s garbage.”

Your grip tightens around Sakura’s arm, the fear building in your veins on how this man is about to react. When he feels you squeeze, that’s when he does what he knows how to do best.

“Let go a’sec,” he mumbles before turning to face the guy in the street, removing himself from your grasp.

“That any way to talk to my girlfriend, jackass?”

You can’t help but adore the blush that floods his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. Of course you’d somehow pick the guy that is flustered over a woman’s touch.

Before you could register what was happening, Sakura had a fistful of the guy’s shirt, ready to knock his lights out in a second. You can’t hear what Sakura says to the guy, but it leaves him trembling and running down the road. He turns to face you, and it’s cruel that the wind picks up to ruffle his hair over his gorgeous face, slate and amber eyes fixated on you.

Now you’re the one blushing like a maniac.

[stunie]

“GONNA SHOW HIM YOU’RE MINE.”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request: “Can I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??”

mdni ! suggestive. 1.5K WC ; added togame ! :>

TOGAME JO. pet name ‘doll’ used!

“Him again?”

You adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. “Mhm,” you hum in response. “Said he needed help asking someone out today. I’m gonna help pick the flowers.”

Togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. It didn’t help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousness— you're dressed so cute.

The combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.

“Ah— what are you doing?” You yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. His arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.

“Togame, let go.” You whine, “I’m gonna be late!”

“Don’t wanna.”

The casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. He almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesn’t seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.

“Plus…..” he’s choosing to ignore your efforts to move him— or he just doesn’t notice them in the first place. “You don’t need to meet with a guy like that anyway.”

“And why is that?” You retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. “..Are you jealous?”

“Course I am, doll.” He grins, fingers pulling your top’s strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. His hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.

You can’t help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.

“Can’t stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.”

HAYATO SUO. reader described as having hair you can hold up (ie moving it to adjust a necklace)

“That friend of yours..” Suo coos against the shell of your ear, “really likes you, doesn’t he?”

He’s looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

“H-huh? He does?” your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.

“He does. You couldn't tell?”

In any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. But after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for you— he couldn't help it. A part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.

“No, I didn't know.” You whisper. “But you know I would've turned him down if he said anything-”

“I can help with that.” He interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. He plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“H-how?” you squeak.

You can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. “Just like this.” He whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.

The noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. He’s sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises you’re making just for him.

You think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark he’s left on your neck.

“It’s a good idea, right? Turn your head the other way for me now.”

KAJI REN. calls you ‘my girl.’

“W-what's wrong, Kaji?” You manage to stammer between kisses. “You’re a lot rougher today— is something on your mind?”

He pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.

There was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. He could already tell that only kissing you just wasn’t gonna cut it after all that’s happened today.

“‘S fine.” He mutters before he’s back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. “Oh— t-that feels good,” your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, “are you… mad still?”

“Mad at that friend of yours.” He growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. “He was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.”

“I’m sure he wasn't— ah!” You gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.

“Got me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that.” His teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard. “Gonna make sure he’ll get a nice and close look at these next time.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

Kissing Sakura is much, much different today.

He’s rough— hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. The way he’s kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.

“F-fuck,” he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.

“Someone's in a bad mood.” You giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. “‘M not mad.”

“You sure? What’s got you so worked up?”

And he hates that he doesn't know. He doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. All he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.

It should've been him instead— he thinks. And all he wants now is to have you.

Your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. “I don't know,” he admits through a deep blush, “just want…this.”

Just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. He accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.

Your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. He’s never heard you never make that noise before.

“D-don't stop, Sakura,” you urge, tugging at his hair, “feels good.”

He pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark he’s left on your skin. It’s a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feral— it scratches at the itch he’s had all day.

He doesn’t think he’ll be stopping anytime soon, at least.

“F-fine,” he growls. “Turn your head.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

Umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. You’re leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.

“He’s tryna steal you away from me,”’he whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. “S no fair.”

How you were able to reduce bofurin's strongest— the one standing at a staggering 6’2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. But in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.

It seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notification— and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.

It’s a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.

“He’s not, Haji,” you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. “He’s just my friend. And he’s asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.”

You don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.

It really wasn’t fair.

It only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. A great idea.

“..Are you gonna go with them? Tomorrow?”

You give him a nod, and if Umemiya had a tail— it would be wagging now. His lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.

Nothing, so far.

So he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closely— and still nothing. You only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.

"Haji— d-did you just leave a mark?”

“I did.” He’s grinning now, staring at the mark he's left— and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. It was only the first one tonight, after all.

“Want another one?”

[lixmooon]

PRETTY BOYS🩷

[kaiser1ns]

#. IT SUITS YOU . . . !

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. umemiya hajime, takiishi chika togame jo, kaji ren, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, sakura haruka, endo yamato

fluff. he thought there was no other way to make him love you more until he saw you in his clothes.

UMEMIYA HAJIME

It was unbearably hot outside, so you and Umemiya decided to spend the day indoors, lounging on the couch and eating ice cream while watching some random show on Netflix. You thank the people who decided to create the air conditioning, and the ice cream felt heavenly against your tongue.

Halfway through the second episode, you managed to get a dollop of ice cream on your shirt. "Ugh, I'll be right back," you said, heading to the bedroom to change.

You rummaged through your drawers but couldn't find anything, then you stopped at a very interesting design as you grabbed one of Umemiya's shirts from the closet. It was soft and smelled like him, instantly making you feel cozy.

When you returned to the living room, you saw Umemiya's eyes widen and his jaw drop. In his shock, he accidentally let go of his ice cream, which fell to the ground with a splat.

"Ume, what was that for?" you asked, grabbing a wipe to clean up the mess.

It was strangely quiet, and when you looked up, you saw him staring at you with heart eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and a huge, adoring smile on his face. His hand was clutching his chest dramatically.

"PUMPKIN, YOU ARE SO CUTE!" he screamed, fangirling, waving his imaginary tail like a little puppy. The sight was absolutely adorable. He started to pull off his own t-shirt, "PLEASE PUT THIS ONE!" You laughed and stopped him, "Another time, baby."

Days later, you were doing the laundry and noticed most of the clothes in the basket were Umemiya's. Little did you know, he had secretly left most of his shirts in your wardrobe during his sleepovers. But that was a secret, a sweet gesture of his love that you didn't need to know about.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

You woke up early on a lazy Sunday morning, the sun just beginning to filter through the curtains as you stroll into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat while dressed in your boyfriend's shirt that somehow became your pajama. The faint scent of his cologne that still lingers on was very comforting and calming, it made you more lovesick.

Takiishi, still half-asleep, shuffles into the kitchen, wondering why did you left. His hair is tousled and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, but when he sees you standing by the counter in his shirt ... he doesn't say anything per usual, as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. It's his shirt, the one you brought, not Endo. His warmth envelops you, and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your back. Despite just waking up, he finds peace, feeling so comfortable that he can drift back to sleep.

"You'd make a good teddy bear," you tease gently, turning in his embrace to face him. His expression is as calm as ever, but you can't help but notice the small smile that he tried to hide. "My pillow disappeared," he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep. Well, of course, you are his personal pillow and blanket, but you didn't mind that at all.

With a groan, you realize you'll have to bring him back to bed. Gently, you guide him out of the kitchen, his arms still loosely around you playing with the shirt, as you lead him down the hallway. He leans on you heavily, his steps slow and relaxed, completely trusting you to guide him to where he can rest again.

As you reach the bedroom, he stirs slightly, murmuring a soft thank you against your neck. You can't help but smile at his sleepy self, carefully helping him settle into bed. He snuggles under the covers, pulling you close so you're curled up against his chest and he will always be close to you either with his arms around your body or with his shirt on you.

TOGAME JO

You really wanted to go to the store, and so you did, grabbing the first jacket you saw on your way out. It was a bit oversized, and you didn't think much about it. When you returned home, you were met with a scene of mild chaos. Your boyfriend, Togame Jo, had turned the house upside down.

"Jo, what are you doing?" you asked, taking off your shoes and looking at the scattered items.

"I can't find my Shishitoren jacke—" He paused mid-sentence, turning to look at you. There you were, standing in the doorway, wearing the very jacket he was searching for. A soft smile spread across his face. "It looks good on you, doll."

Realization dawned on you. You had grabbed his jacket by mistake. Well, you wouldn't lie—you did look pretty good in it. "I'm sorry, I'll take it off," you said, starting to remove it. Togame made a slow, dismissive gesture with his hand. "No, no. Keep it on."

"But don't you need it right now?" you asked, puzzled. "Won't Choji complain because—"

He cut you off with a teasing grin, "They already know who I am. Wear it so they know who that jacket belongs to."

Your heart fluttered at his words. Snuggling into the jacket, you smiled back at him, feeling a warm sense of belonging. Togame stepped closer, wrapping an arm around you.

"Besides," he whispered, "you make it look way better than I ever could."

KAJI REN

Kaji seemed to like hoodies, no he loved hoodies. And he especially loved when you wore them. The sight of you, cozy and snug in his oversized clothing, always made him somehow melt. But now, as he stood shivering at the bus stop, he started to regret his choice of giving you his favorite one. After all, it was cold, and you had forgotten to bring something warmer, leaving him only in his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Ren," you said softly, guilty as you glanced at him. Your boyfriend stood there, his arms wrapped around himself, his breath visible in the chilly air. The bus wouldn’t be here for another 30 minutes, and you could see he was freezing.

He wasn’t that mad, just a little bit, a tiny little bit. But he preferred you to be warm and safe, so when boyfriend duty called, he answered. With a small sigh, you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, hoping the soft material of the hoodie would warm him up. His initial shiver softened as he felt your embrace, and he glanced down at you.

"Please don't be mad at me," you pleaded, looking up at him with those big, apologetic eyes.

"I am not," he replied, shaking his head. "Just next time, wear one of my hoodies or put something with sleeves," he sounded calm, well his other senses didn't work that well when freezing, as you hummed in response, pressing yourself closer to him as a way to share whatever warmth you could muster.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus arrived. As you both climbed aboard and found a seat. The heater was a blessing, and you leaned into Kaji, feeling him gradually warm up. He wasn’t mad, but you noticed the sniffles starting the next morning.

Now, as he lays on the couch, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by tissues, you felt even more guilty. Kaji has come down with a cold, and you are taking care of him. You brought him hot tea, fluffed his pillows, and made sure he had everything he needed.

"Ren, I'm so sorry," you said again, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He looked up at you, his eyes a bit glassy but still filled with affection. And you knew that he would rather be sick than have you catch a cold.

SUO HAYATO

As you finish the final touches in front of the mirror, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. The smooth white silk of the changshan glides against your skin, as you admire how the elegant fabric hugs your form, the intricate patterns catching the light just so. Suo's appreciation for Chinese-styled fashion has always intrigued you, and today, you decided to surprise him by matching his style.

A quick glance at your phone reminds you that Suo is waiting outside, though he texted you saying he’d be there for a while, giving you more time to get ready. With a deep breath, you grab your bag and head out the door.

Stepping outside, you spot him immediately. Your boyfriend stands there, looking effortlessly handsome as always in his own changshan, and a smile playing on his lips. But as his eyes land on you, his expression shifts to one of pleasant surprise.

"Y/N?" he calls out, the amusement and admiration can be heard and seen as he takes a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving you. "Is that my changshan?"

You nod, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "I wanted to match with you today. Do you like it?" He chuckles, the sound warm and teasing. "Like it? You look amazing. But I must say, you pull it off better than I do."

"I just wanted to try it out. You always look so good in these, and I thought it might be fun." Suo reaches out, gently adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of place, his touch is warm, "Well, you certainly succeeded. But now I’m worried everyone will be looking at you instead of me."

You roll your eyes, knowing he's just teasing. "Oh, please. You know you always steal the spotlight." He grins, his hand holding yours as you start to walk together. "Maybe so, but today, you’re the star. I’m really happy you did this, Y/N. It means a lot."

The honesty in his voice makes your heart flutter. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. And maybe… steal some of your fashion secrets."

Suo chuckles, squeezing your hand. "Anytime, Y/N. You know, we could make this a regular thing. Matching outfits and all."

You smile, the idea sounding more and more appealing, "So I will see you wearing Hello Kitty pajama's?" and as you think about how cute he will look in pink pjs while you apply a face mask and watch movies, it makes your heart melt, and he just laughs softly. "Who am I to deny you?"

KIRYU MITSUKI for my pookie @heartkaji

You’ve borrowed his shirt for the day, its soft fabric with vibrant pastel colors and shapes, a comforting reminder of him, paired with your pink skirt and cute Converse sneakers. The combination makes you feel especially adorable, and you notice the admiring glances from your boyfriend who undoubtedly thinks the same.

Kiryu’s been quiet, his phone in hand more than usual. You’ve caught glimpses of him smiling subtly at the screen, making you assume he’s checking something interesting. Perhaps a new game or a video that caught his eye.

You find a cozy bench and settle down together, your head finding its familiar spot on his shoulder. The day has been perfect, and you close your eyes for a moment, to get a rest from all the walking. When you open them, you notice his phone gallery is open, the screen filled with so many photos.

You tilted your head for a better look. The gallery is full of pictures of you—captured candidly throughout the day. These aren’t just any blurry photos; they look professionally taken, each one perfectly framed and lit. Your heart skips a beat as you realize Kiryu’s secret. Blushing, you nudge him playfully.

"Why didn’t you tell me?”

He looks at you with that calm, gentle cat like smile that always makes your heart melt. “I didn’t want your facial expression to be forced for the picture only.”

His words make your cheeks flush even more. You feel an overwhelming rush of affection for this boy who loves you so deeply, capturing your natural moments with such care. Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

Kiryu’s smile widens just a bit, and he pulls you closer. “And you’re beautiful. Wear my clothes more often, they suit you.”

ENDO YAMATO

Endo often went shopping with you, spoiling you with many bags that would pile up during your hangouts. You appreciated his generosity, but sometimes, the sheer number of bags was overwhelming.

Today, home alone, you found yourself rifling through Endo's closet. You slipped into one of his oversized shirts and a pair of his jeans, the latter needing a makeshift belt to stay up. To complete the look, you even drew some lines on your arms to replicate his intricate sleeve tattoos. Standing in front of the mirror, you struck a pose and imitated his voice, "I am Endo Yamato and I'm going to tell you some philosophy shit I don't understand myself." You couldn't help but giggle at your own 'cosplay'' if you can even call it one.

Unbeknownst to you, Endo had come home. He stepped into the room whistling, his phone held up and recording. You froze, eyes wide as you locked gazes with him. He was grinning ear to ear, clearly entertained, while you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

Before you could react, the makeshift belt gave way, and his jeans slipped down to the floor. Luckily, the oversized shirt and tank top you wore covered you just enough.

"You didn't see anything. Get out," you stammered, cheeks burning. Endo chuckled, the phone still capturing every moment. "Good impression, although, one note: you forgot to draw this tattoo," he said, pointing to a specific spot on his arm.

You grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. "I said get out!"

"Right, right," he replied, backing out of the room with a mischievous smile. "But don't beg me to delete the video; you were so cute."

You groaned, knowing you were in for a relentless teasing. "Endo, I swear, if you don't stop…"

But his laughter was already echoing through the hallway, leaving you to change and try to remove the tattoos you drew with a permanent marker. It can't get any worse than this, can it?

SAKURA HARUKA

The sky was clear when you and Sakura set out to run errands for Kotoha, but halfway through your way to the store, the heavens opened up, and a heavy rain began to pour. You dashed for cover, but it was too late. Your white blouse quickly became soaked, clinging to your skin, making you aware of how exposed you felt. With your hands crossed in front of your chest, you glanced over at Sakura.

He was blushing furiously, doing his best not to look directly at you. His eyes darted nervously, and then he shrugged off his jacket. Holding it out to you, he kept his head turned away, the redness creeping up his neck and ears to the tip of his fingers. "H-here," he stammered, his voice soft and gentle.

"Thank you," you said, taking the jacket from his trembling hands. You slipped it on, the warmth from his body still lingering in the fabric. Sakura's scent enveloped you, and you could see him stealing a few glances, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. It was clear he was trying hard to keep his composure.

You stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Standing on your toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll return it tomorrow if it's not a problem."

Sakura.exe had officially stopped working. He stood frozen, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, unable to process what just happened. His cheeks were burning, not from the cold rain but from your touch. "Sure, keep it, yeah," he finally managed to say, his voice shaky.

You laughed softly at his reaction, making a mental note to treat him to something nice next time as a thank you. The rain stopped after not too long, but you were still with his jacket on, and he didn't mind at all. Sakura will probably make you run in the rain again, or do anything else, just to have an excuse to give you the jacket.

BONUS !

KOTOHA + TSUBAKI using he/him for tsubaki

Guess what time it is? It’s the casual Girl’s Night that occurs on most Fridays. Tonight, you, Kotoha, and Tsubaki are at Tsubaki's house for a sleepover, and the evening is already filled with gossip and laughter. The three of you sit on the living room floor, painting your nails in bright, fun colors while a horror movie plays in the background. You all giggle at the ridiculous actions of the main characters, the jump scares only adding to the fun.

Soon, the nail polish is drying, and you move on to your next activity: karaoke. The living room transforms into your stage as you each take turns singing loudly, the music echoing through the house. Your voices blend together in a chorus of joy, rockstars quite literally.

After the concert, it’s time for the fashion show. You rummage through Tsubaki's closet, matching your clothes with pieces from Kotoha's and Tsubaki's collections. With a dramatic flair, Tsubaki sets up the "runway" in the hallway, grabbing a flashlight to act as the spotlight.

"Lights, camera, action!" Tsubaki shouts, and you begin your strut down the hallway, feeling like a top model. Tsubaki's enthusiasm is infectious as he cheer, "You are so beautiful, Y/N-chan! I knew that skirt would suit you!"

Kotoha's eyes light up with admiration as she sees how her makeup looks on you. "You look stunning, Y/N," she says, her smile genuine and warm, clapping her hands.

The three of you take turns walking the runway, posing and twirling as you go. Tsubaki snaps photos, capturing every glamorous moment. Once satisfied, you all crowd around his phone, reviewing the photos and choosing the best ones to post on your socials.

Just as you hit "post," your phones buzz with notifications. The Bofurin group chat, which is 99% boys, suddenly goes crazy when Tsubaki sends a video of your model walk. Messages flood in, filled with surprised reactions and compliments.

"Is that Y/N?" Tsubaki reads Hiragi's message. "SO CUTE!" Umemiya added, and for some reason, Sakura sent a thumbs-up emoji, don't judge him, he is still learning to use a phone properly.

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[kaiijo]

HOT THINGS HE DOES — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: sakura haruka, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo  content: gn! reader, reader has smaller hands than hiragi notes: i love them, your honor 

sakura haruka ✶

runs his hand through his hair. sakura doesn’t know why you watch him so intently when he cards his fingers through his hair. in his mind, he’s just trying to get his bangs out of his face but to you, he looks so effortlessly cool

he’ll definitely get flustered if you voice your thoughts to him while giving him a long once-over. he definitely starts blushing and stuttering and looking anywhere but your eyes with crossed arms. he’s actually short circuiting and you take the opportunity to run your own hand through his hair, feeling the smooth flow of his locks between fingers. 

nirei akihiko ✶

very perceptive of your needs. it’s like he can read your mind. you need a bottle of water? nirei’s already handing it to you. you want a sweet treat? nirei’s already bought it from your favorite bakery. you wanted to get a limited-edition keychain but they ran out at the store? don’t worry — nirei’s already bought matching ones for you

there’s something about how in-tune he is with you that has your face warming and a smile breaking across your face. you’re just as in-tune with him and his needs as he is with yours 

suo hayato ✶

always smells good. suo takes care of himself and has a nice natural scent, but when he wears his favorite cologne, he smells nice and clean and good. it makes your heart jump when you catch the notes of his cologne and you like to bury your face in his neck when he wears it (and maybe kiss his neck a little too)

his cologne also lingers on many items of clothing — shirts, sweaters, coats — which results in you stealing a bunch of his things so that you can keep his scent around you when he’s not with you 

kiryu mitsuki ✶

hand on the back. kiryu guides you around with a hand on your back, making sure that you are with him and comfortable and safe. it makes your heart skip a beat when he places a hand on your lower back, his palm warm even through your clothes

you especially love when you’re on a romantic dinner date and his hand in on your lower back as he leads you to your table, still holding you as he slides your chair out. you can’t stop the little giggle that bubbles in the back of your throat 

umemiya hajime ✶

gardening shirtless. there are two parts to this — one, you love that umemiya gardens and how attentive he is to his plants; two, you love when he does it shirtless. umemiya looks like he was carved by the gods and it’s always hot to watch him pull weeds, water the plants, and hum to them the sun’s making his bare skin glow 

you also like when he stands up to wipe sweat off his brow and you get to see the way the sweat glistens on his skin. it makes you contemplate dragging him away from his gardening for some personal time 

hiragi toma ✶

 comparing hand sizes. hiragi hands are so big and nimble and you especially love how big they are compared to yours. he doesn’t understand your obsession with grabbing his hand and pressing your palm against his

he indulges you whenever you ask him to compare hand sizes, fingers curling over the tips of yours. you know that his hand is bigger than yours but it makes your light-headed to see the real thing 

kaji ren ✶

stands up for you. kaji is the one to advocate for you when you won’t do it yourself and there nothing you find more appealing. there’s something so attractive about him when he tells your waiter that you didn’t order a certain item or something else like this. he’s not mean or aggressive, simply direct and firm when he does so

it makes you feel cared for and that someone is looking out for you. kaji also holds steady eye contact when he makes his request and there’s a steel to his gaze that sets your face aflame 

togame jo ✶

casual lean against the doorframe. but not just any door frame lean; togame does the book boyfriend lean, with a forearm braced against the doorframe and him slanting toward you to best listen to whatever you’re saying. he so attentive and confident when he does that you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat and your eyes involuntarily flutter when you meet his eyes. 

he also knows the effect this has on you so sometimes he’ll cage you in between the wall and his body, one arm above your head. he gives you a small lazy smirk and it has you pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss