#windbreaker tsubaki

[witch--btch]

[marigoldart]

[kaiser1ns]

#. RAPUNZEL, RAPUNZEL LET DOWN YOUR HAIR !

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. umemiya hajime, takiishi chika, togame jo, kiryu mitsuki, tsubakino tasuku

fluff. your boyfriend has such beautiful hair that you want to style it every second of the day.

im such a sucker for chika i love him so much, starting the takiishi chika fluff agenda i do not care he is a cutie patootie !

UMEMIYA HAJIME

You were sprawled on the couch, eyes fixed on Umemiya. It was one of those rare moments when his hair wasn't slicked back it was all naturally let down, white bangs lightly brushing against his pretty blue eyes. He was sitting in the armchair, engrossed in a book, the glasses perched on his nose making him look so divine.

You couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the sight before you, wishing for him to stay with his hair down more. Absentmindedly, you twirled a curl of your hair around your finger, your thoughts slipping past the filter of your mind. "You are so beautiful," you murmured, your voice came out as a whisper.

For a moment, you felt a little silly, knowing how you must look—how dumb you might sound—entranced by the man in front of you. But then he looked up from his book, a soft hum escaping his lips. He had heard you perfectly well and was fully aware of your gaze. With a slow, deliberate motion, he closed the book and directed his full attention towards you.

"Aren't you the fairest of them all, princess?" he teased, a playful smile dancing on his lips. Your face heated up instantly, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname. He had this ability to switch personalities in an instant, and it always left you flustered.

Gathering your courage, you stood up and walked over to him, your fingers gently brushing away some of the bangs that fell over his eyes. "Can I brush your hair again?" you asked, your voice soft and hopeful, even though you already knew the answer.

A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he tilted his head slightly, granting you better access. "Of course," he replied, his voice ever so soft and gentle. "I trust you to make me look my best."

You couldn't help but smile back, your heart swelling with affection. As you reached for the hairbrush, you gently combed through his silken strands, "Your hair is so soft," you murmured, almost to yourself, but you saw the corners of his mouth twitch in response.

Once you were satisfied, his hair fell naturally into place, framing his face in a way that highlighted his best features, but nothing could beat the way he was best at kissing your lips when you least expected it — take it as your reward.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

Sitting on the couch, you gently comb your fingers through Takiishi's long, vibrant red-yellow hair. He's seated on the floor between your thighs, completely focused on his phone as he lets you do whatever you want. His hair is soft, almost silky, and it flows smoothly between your fingers — you are jealous of him

"Baby, you have such beautiful and soft hair," you murmur softly, starting to section it off. Chika hums in response, a sound that makes sure everything is okay as a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you part his hair, creating two distinct styles. One side has a sleek tail, while the other has pigtails, hairpins, and rubber bands.

"My beautiful, pretty princess," you tease, leaning down to kiss his temple. If anyone else dared to call him that, they'd likely find themselves regretting it instantly. But for you, Takiishi Chika lets his guard down. He tilts his head to the side so you can work better, as he is still focused on his phone.

The door swings open, and Endo strolls in. He takes one look at Takiishi's mismatched hairstyle and bursts into laughing "What in the world happened to you, Takiishi?" he manages to say, catching his breath.

Chika's eyes snap up, and in a flash, he's on his feet, fist connecting with Endo's face before the other can react as he groans and clutches his nose, you quickly snap a photo of your angry yet adorably flustered boyfriend. "Delete it or you're next," the princess warns, sitting back down between your thighs, his shoulders tense.

You chuckle, knowing full well that you won't delete it. "Yes, sir," you reply, setting the photo as your lock screen instead.

Takiishi resumes his previous position, and you resume styling his hair, sparing a glance at Endo but you know he will be fine. "Do you want me to add bows? I have different colors."

He glances back at you with that nonchalant expression. "Know your limits." Smiling, you place another kiss on his temple, continuing to enjoy your little hairstyling session with your beautiful, fierce, and surprisingly compliant boyfriend.

TOGAME JO

You never imagined you’d find yourself here, wide awake in the middle of the night, a razor in your hand, and Togame sitting on the ground before you. His black hair, styled in a mullet with the longer ends usually tied in a braid — you were the one who meticulously braided it every day, loving the way your fingers moved through his hair, the way it felt when you hugged him, the way it helped you fall asleep as you gently played with it. But now, your heart ached at the thought of cutting it all off.

He wanted to cut his hair short, a decision he made after his fight with Sakura and reconciling with his past actions at Shishitoren. He wanted to let go of the past and start anew. You knew his reasons, respected them even, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Jo, I can’t do it,” you said, your voice breaking as tears threatened to spill. Both of you were standing in front of the mirror, and you saw the softness in his eyes as he looked at your expression.

“Angel, it’s hair, not my hand that you have to cut,” he said gently, trying to reassure you. But for you, it wasn’t just hair.

“But... But how will I do hairstyles on you now? How will I fall asleep at night?” The tears you had been holding back began to roll down your cheeks, a waterfall of emotion you couldn’t contain. Togame chuckled softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. He stood up, removed the razor from your hand, and enveloped you in a comforting hug.

“I want to cut it. I don’t want to dwell on the past. I know you love it, but I promise you that even if you cut my hair, my love for you won’t stop growing, okay?”

How was he so good with words? You didn’t know, but perhaps that was why you were with him. He had a way of making everything seem alright.

“Can I style it for you one more time?” you asked between sobs.

“Of course you can, angel,” he replied, his voice tender. You took your time, savoring every moment as you braided his hair one last time. Each twist and turn of his hair through your fingers felt bittersweet. When you finally gained the courage, you cut his hair, the sound of the razor mingling with your quiet sniffles. And there he stood, beautiful and handsome, even with short hair.

“See, it wasn’t that bad, right?” Togame said with a gentle smile, his eyes full of love. You nodded, wiping away your tears, realizing that no matter how he looked, he would always be the man you loved. But how can he look that good with short hair, how does he pull off everything that he tries?

KIRYU MITSUKI

Kiryu sat patiently on the couch, his beautiful pink hair cascading down his shoulders like cotton candy. You couldn't help but feel thrilled at how soft and silky it felt between your fingers, perfect for trying out various hairstyles. So what were you waiting for? Instantly grabbing some hairpins and a brush, you started to comb his hair with excitement bubbling inside you.

Kiryu remained calm and composed, his expression never wavering even as you inserted the fiftieth hairpin — yes, he counted them, into his meticulously styled locks. You couldn't help but smile at his patience, thinking he looked like a princess, the cutest and the fairest of them all.

"Open your eyes, baby!" you said, your voice brimming with excitement.

Kiryu slowly opened his eyes, gazing into the mirror you held up to him. His eyes widened slightly as he took in his reflection, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked utterly adorable, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at your handiwork.

"Well," he said softly, "how do I look?"

"You look perfect. Absolutely perfect," you replied, grinning from ear to ear, as you gently cupped his face in your hands, always looking at him with those loving eyes, as he put his hands on top of yours. "You did a perfect job playing Fairy Godmother, too. I hope I won't change at midnight."

His smile grew, eyes crinkling at the edges as he leaned into your touch. "If you do, I'll just have to find you again and make sure you stay this way," you teased, knowing full well you won't let him take out the pins anytime soon. Cinderella's magic moment must have ended at midnight, but yours will stay forever.

TSUBAKINO TASUKU platonic + using he/him pronounce for my dearest wife @17020

The moment had finally arrived for your best friend with his signature long, straight black hair adorned with pinkish-red edges, were about to dye his hair at home without classified professionals. You stared at the hair dye kit like it was a ticking time bomb. "Are you sure about this, Tsubaki?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. The idea of turning his entire head red by accident was a very real fear.

"Don’t worry, Y/N-chan! I’m sure it will be fine. I trust you!" Tsubakino chirped, his cheerfulness radiating like sunshine on a cloudy day, always so highly optimistic.

"And that's the problem," you muttered under your breath, glancing at him. He beamed back at you, completely unfazed by your evident nerves. You both sat down in your bathroom-turned-hair-salon, the scent of hair dye filling the air. Tsubakino handed you the brush and dye bottle, his smile never wavering. "Let's do this, Y/N-chan!"

You took a deep breath, steadying your shaking hands. "Okay, here goes nothing." Carefully, you began applying the dye to the edges of his hair. Tsubakino kept his eyes closed, humming a little tune, completely relaxed. Meanwhile, you were concentrating like a surgeon performing a delicate operation. At one point, you accidentally got a little dye on your own hand and panicked, almost dropping the brush.

Tsubakino laughed. "Hey, Y/N-chan, don't want you to turn into Pink Panther!"

"Ha-ha, very funny," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to stop a smile from creeping onto your face. After what felt like an eternity, you stepped back to admire your work in the freshly opened hair salon. Tsubakino opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. His hair now had vibrant pinkish-red edges, and no part of his head was accidentally dyed.

He turned to you, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "See, I told you it would be fine! You did an amazing job, Y/N!"

You let out a sigh of relief, a wide grin spreading across your face. "Thanks, Tsubaki. But next time, maybe we should leave it to a professional?"

Tsubakino laughed, wrapping you in a tight hug. "No, it's way more fun this way. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?" Just then, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widened in horror as you saw a bright red streak in your own hair, right at the front.

"Um, Tsubaki," you said, trying to keep your voice calm, "I think we found out what could go wrong." He looked at you, puzzled, before his eyes followed your gaze to the mirror. He burst out laughing, clutching his sides. "Y/N-chan, you look like a punk rock star!"

You couldn’t help but join in the laughter. "Great. Just what I always wanted," you said sarcastically, but on the bright side you will match with your best friend.

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[hayatoseyepatch]

Description: Three words, eight letters, a phrase that is felt more than it is spoken. This is my take on how some of the Wind Breaker characters say "I love you" for the first time. Characters: Hajime Umemiya, Tasuku Tsubakino, Haruka Sakura, & Hayato Suo. Word Count: 2.6k Not proofread, oops. Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters (separate). Fluff. Some slight hurt/comfort if you squint.

Author's Note: Fluff? Something other than smut? From me? Wow. We love character development. But this has been on my mind for AGES so I finally am getting it out. I haven't been feeling the greatest either so please enjoy some very self-indulgent fluff. (¯³¯)♡

You and Umemiya had been together for a while. You both adored each other, tender kisses and lingering touches were commonplace in your relationship. You had met Kotoha, and the others at the group home and have been attached to his side for almost a year. He wasn’t sure what was holding him back from saying those three little words. Perhaps it was his past, he had lost those who he had nearest and dearest to his heart. Their end unraveled right before his very eyes. Umemiya had so much love to give, and so many people he loved to give it to.

But often, he found it next to impossible to let the words slip past his lips. Instead, he showed his love in different ways. Bringing Kotoha patrons and supplying her with crops from his garden for her restaurant. A warming smile and a promise that Bofurin’s big brother would keep his found family safe. Always the first to offer a listening ear or a shoulder when needed. But never those words. Three short words, one syllable each. He knew he could say them but something deep down was stopping him. An irrational fear that if he had, the one he said it to would go too.

That was before he met you. Umemiya hid his darkness well. A well-placed smile and a childish affect cleared the thought anyone could ever have that the feelings he buried so deep even could exist within him. One you found easily. The light you had brought into his world shone brighter than any darkness that could ever threaten to shroud him. The warmth that settled in his chest when you looked his way. His laughter more genuine since you had come into his life. He knew from the moment he had met you, the moment he had first lost himself in your eyes, that they were the eyes he wanted to get lost in every day for the rest of his life. So why, even after all this time could he not say he loved you?

You had always joked that you had a grey thumb, unable to grow anything and that you were fortunate enough to have his abilities for gardening. One of the things he loved most about you was the amount of effort you put into his interests. He was coming up to the rooftop, it was late summer and he was excited to see what was ready to harvest. He was surprised to hear your voice, looking around the corner he saw you watering the plants. Just as he had shown you how to. “You're looking beautiful today, growing nice and big and strong.” You sighed, feeling ridiculous, shaking your head. You jumped, nearly out of your skin hearing Umemiya’s giggles. “Sunflower what are you doing?” He said between peals of laughter

“I read online that talking to the plants could help them grow, I don’t know how well it’ll work.” You sigh shaking your head feeling a little silly. However, Umemiya’s heart was soaring, you had taken it upon yourself not only to express interest in something important to him but to go out of your way to care for it even when out of his presence. His eyes softened, cupping your cheek he leaned down to slot his lips against yours. The embrace was gentle, lips molding together as if they were only made to be with the other. He parted from you after a moment, breaths fanning against your lips as he spoke. “I love you, my sunflower.” He smiled against your mouth as he kissed you once more, knowing no matter what came next he would be by your side until he drew his last breath.

Tsubaki had only felt comfortable in his own skin in recent years. Having spent so long conflicted with himself regarding his appearance. He was so fortunate that for those who didn’t support his choice in his appearance, he had so many who were right there by his side, rooting him on. But it wasn’t always like that. For longer than Tsubaki cares to remember he was all alone. Forced to walk his path in constant fear of ridicule. He was teaching himself to fight to protect himself from those who would try and hurt him on the sole premise of being true to himself. Those days felt like a lifetime ago. Because now he had Bofurin, because now he had you.

Tsubaki couldn’t forget the first time you had both met even if he tried. He was just starting to dress more feminine, his hair an awkward shoulder length. Still learning how to apply makeup. There were a few boys from his grade who were taunting him, calling him names, and throwing things in his direction. Normally he would have stood his ground, beating them to a pulp for what they were doing. But Tsubaki was tired, tired of having to defend himself, tired of having to be so strong just to live as he chose to. How he felt most beautiful. He wasn’t that strong by choice, he was strong because he had to be. Because Tsubaki had to be stronger than their ignorance. Tears welled up in his vision at their harsh words, about to get up and defend himself once more.

Before he could get to his feet, however, he heard a voice call out, capturing the attention of his assailants. Stood there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, delicate features enhanced by the soft cosmetics that had adorned your face. He watched with wide-eyed fascination as you ran up, the closed fist of your manicured hand coming into contact with their leader’s jaw, sending him to the ground upon impact. Tsubaki couldn’t move, he watched, frozen as you gracefully fought the group that had been trying to bring him harm. Tsubaki was strong, and more than capable of handling them on his own, but in that moment he learned that he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to fight his battles alone anymore, because now he had you.

He remembered stumbling over his own name when you had asked for it, cheeks a dark shade of red when you smiled at him. He remembered the way your hand had felt in his grasp for the first time as you dragged him back to your house to get cleaned up. Humming as you wiped the dirt from his cheeks, in a very similar manner as you were doing right now. He lay in your bed, your thighs straddling his waist as you hummed, swiping the brush along his cheek, applying the peachy blush you said paired so well with his complexion. You paused in your humming meeting his eyes that gazed up into yours with adoration, giggling softly. “Welcome back, that was some daze you were in. What’s on your mind gorgeous?”

Tsubaki’s cheeks flushed deeper than the powder that painted his skin. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you sent him a smile, soft and full of tenderness. Tsubaki wasn’t sure he believed in love at first sight, but he knew from the moment he met you that he loved you, and over time that love had only grown. Reaching up a hand, thumb swiping your cheek as he returned your loving gaze. “Just thinking about how much I love you, that’s all beautiful.”

Haruka wasn’t familiar with love. Often times he found it nearly impossible to express his feelings. Before coming here, even something as simple as kindness was a foreign concept to him. Being so often judged upon first glance he never got the opportunity to even try to build relationships. So after a while he had given up trying, That was before he came here. Before he was welcomed in with open arms. Before he found the only place he felt like he truly belonged. But you. You had opened up his world to so much more. You showed him what love could feel like, An emotion he never thought he could ever feel let alone have bestowed upon him.

You were much more open with your love, taking care of him when he got sick after a fight, making sure he was eating and taking care of himself. You had teased him relentlessly when you first met. Adoring the deep flush in his cheeks and the reactions you could pull so easily from him. Eventually, that teasing morphed into affection, which blossomed into love. You still had a habit of teasing him, but it was never ill-mannered always coupled with your beautiful laughter. And if he got to hear that beautiful sound bubbling past your lips, he would deal with the heat that graced his cheeks and the pounding in his chest.

You both had been together for quite some time, well past the point of the outbursts you had first been met with when openly showing your affection. Long past the point where he would feel the urge to run for the hills the second you called him one of the plethora of pet names you had bestowed upon him. But he still struggled to verbalize his feelings for you. He knew you were well aware of his feelings toward you. What he couldn’t express through words he showed through his actions. He was eternally grateful to your seemingly unending patience with him. Being well aware of his past you knew he would say it when he was ready. It wasn’t as if he had never said it before, but those times were when you were fast asleep next to him. His fingers carded through your hair as he gazed upon your relaxed features, whispering those three words in the silence of night. But as you lay here in his arms, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours he knew that he needed you to hear how he felt. Not just feel it. Leaning down he brushes his lips against your own, lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces, perfectly fit to one another.

His eyes are soft with fondness as you pull away from the kiss, head tilting to lean into the touch of your hand. His eyes locked with yours, lidded with adoration. His lips melting against yours, arms encircling your waist. He hums thoughtfully against your lips. His heart felt warm, pulling away he looked into your eyes, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You know, I sit and I think to myself sometimes ‘god I can never love you more than I do right now’ and you consistently test that theory by making me fall more in love with you every day.” His heart raced in his chest, never the best at expressing his emotions, but in this moment Sakura needed to tell you how he felt. Never one to back down, despite being able to hear his heart racing in his ears as he continued to speak.  “Your smile still makes my heart pound, your laugh still makes my head feel fuzzy, and your kisses still make me feel like I’m floating. I love you so much.”

He gives you a soft smile pulling you close once more to kiss your lips, hand now coming to rest at the back of your neck to keep you in place as his lips meld with yours once more. Before moving here Sakura could confidently say that he had never felt at home anywhere. He was alone, perfectly fine never planting roots, he had believed it would always be that way. What he didn’t realize was that home was more than where you returned to at the end of the day. It would be something he found in you. Because his home was right here, in your arms. His home was you.

Suo hummed to himself, walking through the isles of the florist, perusing the flowers. He had made it a habit from your first date to always have fresh flowers for you, showcasing their beauty that in his eyes was rivaled only by your own. When he had presented you with the first bouquet, you had scrunched up your nose reporting to not understand the purpose of a gift that would eventually die. From that moment he decided he would always have fresh flowers to decorate your space. Showing you that their beauty may be temporary but the flora could hold deeper meaning.

He was fascinated by the symbolism of flowers. But he very specifically took delicate care in every single flower that was showcased in a bouquet he arranged for you. For a man like Suo, someone who never showed a crack in his armor, never showing his true feelings often relied on subtle ways to show his love. The first flower he had selected for the bouquet were violets, their heart-shaped petals reflecting their meaning of everlasting love and devotion. Historically a gift of violets was a declaration to always be true. These flowers were common amongst the arrangements he curated with their placement, a promise to offer you the same. The next flower to join the arrangement followed a similar sentiment. Representing strength and love was the gladiolus. It was once believed that the beauty of the gladiolus could pierce another’s heart with love, the same could be said for the way you had done to him. Their purple hue paired nicely with the violets, the color symbolizing the beauty in the love you shared. The flowers to follow would showcase similar significance. Baby’s breath for undying love, calla lilies for beauty, and pink camellias for longing.

Suo was always deliberate in each flower he chose for you, choosing to convey his emotion through the meaning behind each flower he placed delicately in the arrangement. Smiling to himself, satisfied with the selection he had chosen. Sitting at his table as he placed them in their wrapping, being sure to pluck one from the bunch, placing it in a vase so when it began to wilt he would know it was time to gift you a new arrangement. Once he was satisfied, he set off to your apartment, knocking on the door. His signature smile graced his handsome features as he took you in. “Hello there beautiful, I have something for you.”

You smiled at Suo, taking the flowers from his grasp, and replacing the old arrangement with his assistance. You were very aware of Suo’s knowledge of flora, he would often tell you the meanings they held while out together. So much so that you began to look into it yourself. Taking what you knew of the flowers now to assess the arrangement. Eyes soft as you turned to your boyfriend. Hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him down to your level, lips brushing against his. The both of you melted into the tender kiss, your other hand coming to cup his cheek as his found purchase on your waist. Pulling away, you pressed your forehead against his looking into the rich auburn of his visible eye. “I love you too, Haya.” Your words were met with his gentle laughter. Taking one of your hands in his own, his lips brushing against your knuckles. “I love you, more than words could ever express, my sweet baby.”

Suo smiled looking down at you, knowing each flower he had plucked from your bouquets had been dried and coated. Keeping a memento of how despite your initial feelings on the gift, even flowers that have died could still be enjoyed. Those flowers were placed in a special place, kept safe. One day he planned to have the dried flowers arranged into their own bouquet. One he would present you alongside a ring, a promise to love you until the very last one died, knowing these flowers never would.

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[cringe--is--dead]

okay but when the class learns when sakura’s birthday is they ask what he did for his bday before school started

and when he gets all confused cause like? he’s literally never celebrated his birthday?

and everyone is just basically heartbroken to learn that sakura has never 1. had his birthday celebrated or 2. been invited when others have celebrated their birthdays

even though it’s LATE and other birthdays are near they agree that they’re gonna throw a sakura birthday party on the rooftop

hiragi is in charge of making sure umemiya doesn’t get so excited he foils the surprise

tsubaki is in charge of decorations

kotaha is in charge of food

suo makes sure they remember that this is sakura and he wouldn’t want a “balloons, streamers, party poppers, big blow out” party

nirei is in charge of spreading the word without spreading the word to sakura— it isn’t hard but he doesn’t want to admit that

kiryuu is making a playlist that fits sakura and fits the party

just—

everyone buying him these meaningful gifts and they’re a bunch of teenage boys so their wrapping skills are subpar (except tsubaki and suo)

i just *clenches fist*

and imagine sakura’s lil face when he shows up and learns what everyone did and jUST DO YOU SEE MY VISION???

please someone add to the thoughts

[begrudging-fudanshi]

Just thinking about the fact that Sakura agreed to go on a date with Tsubaki-chan—who canonically identifies as male—and then was visibly flustered and disappointed when it wasn't a real date. Wind Breaker (as it tends to do) plays this off so smoothly and moves on so quickly that it's easy to overlook the full implications of what it's doing here, but this feels like kind of a big fucking deal to me.

It's not like this is a joke or misunderstanding on Sakura's part (other than it not being an actual date). Tsubaki-chan's gender is made very explicit in the preceding chapter, but Sakura still agrees to the date when Tsubaki-chan asks him out afterward!

Sakura also reacts so overtly to Tsubaki-chan's initial proposition and is so disappointed to find out that it's not really a date (brb sobbing) that you can't really say he didn't know what he was agreeing to. He probably hasn't been on a date before, but I'm sure this kid at least knows what a date is, that it's normally romantic, and that guys don't normally go out on dates with other guys unless they're attracted to guys.

While we're at it, let's not forget that Sakura blushes pretty hard when Endo tells him he's fallen for him, too. Just saying... There's a pattern here.

[benkeibear]

『 Pegging them 』

☼ synopsis: you peg your boyfriend for the first time and both of you lose yourself in the pleasure it brings him.

☼ characters: Sakura, Tsubaki, Umemiya

☼ wc: 2.8k (1.0k / 0.8k / 1.0k)

☼ cw: gn!reader, afab!reader, anal play, pegging, rimming Ume, oral (reader giving and mentions of receiving), pet names angel/bunny, praise, consent checks, cum eating, slight overstimulation, hair pulling

☼ notes: thank you for the cafe and the members that kept me insane while writing this. @stunie @dearsylus @hayatoseyepatch shoutout to you three especially 🫶 || sign up for the taglist

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Sakura:

✧ Sakura was quite shy when it came to intimacy and he would rarely ever speak up about things he'd like to try.

✧ It was you who brought it up since you wanted to try it out and see if you both could perhaps be into it.

✧ Your boyfriend immediately blushed furiously and denied your request, far too embarrassed to say yes right away.

✧ He did however research a little and perhaps he had watched a few videos to see if it turns him on - which it did.

✧ Of course he was a little nervous but he trusted you with his life and so far you never teased him or made fun of him for the things he enjoys.

✧ So he eventually gave the green light. It was very sudden and took you off guard but you didn't push the topic.

✧ When you two were ready to try it out, Sakura was quite tense the entire time so you tried to reassure him.

✧ "We don't have to, you know" you coo gently as you stroke his rock hard cock slowly, your thumb occasionally running over the small slit to smear some of the precum that was leaking.

✧ "J-Just get it over with! I said i-i...want it" he barked out, although he got more quiet towards the end and his face grew hotter, unable to look at you.

��� His defensive reaction made you grin, he was so curious but too shy to admit it and trying to play it off but you looked right through him.

✧ Sakura’s one condition was that he can lay on his stomach or be on all fours, not wanting you to look at him.

✧ You didn't mind it, almost preferring the view you had with your sweet lover on all fours, presenting himself so willingly.

✧ His face was burning in at least 10 shades of red when you reached around him to stroke his pretty cock while applying some lube to his puckered hole.

✧ "You know the word to stop, Haru" you whisper against his skin before kissing down the spine - goosebumps rising on his skin.

✧ Sakura didn't answer, balling the sheets in his fists instead when your finger moved to massage his ass ever so gently.

✧ "Shh it's okay, Haru... relax," your breath was hot against his lower back, small kisses calming him down and allowing you to slip a single finger inside.

✧ His eyes shot wide open when the first knuckle went in and you almost moaned at the sight of your finger disappearing at a slow pace.

✧ The second you started gently thrusting your finger, his body slowly sunk into the mattress, his face buried in the pillows beneath so you won't hear the way he's panting, soft moans slipping out despite holding them back.

✧ Your boyfriend felt far too good and you were able to hear those sweet high pitched moans, almost resembling whines when his hips started grinding into the sheets for some much needed friction on his dick.

✧ Using this knowledge you slipped a second finger inside, a loud gasp erupting from him in the process and you couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

✧ Sakura was in utter bliss when you curled your fingers and scissored him open, preparing him for the small dildo that’s attached to the harness around your hips.

✧ "S-stop... please" Sakura begged with a little crack in his voice and the second you slipped your fingers out, a concerned look on your face, his hips shot up but it was too late, ropes of cum shot onto the bed in small spurts.

✧ He was shocked and embarrassed from how sudden the orgasm crashed over him but you wanted more now, wanting to see him come undone when you pound into him, bruising his prostate.

✧ Rubbing soothing circles on his lower back you helped him calm down from the intense orgasm, not teasing him over it since he looked so vulnerable, almost embarrassed.

✧ “Felt really good, hm? Want to stop it here or do you want to keep going?” You asked as soft as you could muster, unsure what he needed in that moment.

✧ “I said you can f-fuck me tonight…” he mumbled and his eyes couldn't even meet yours when he got on all fours again.

✧ You didn't bother asking another time since he felt so defensive, simply applying lube to the strap and some more on his puckered hole.

✧ Teasing fingers massaging his ass soon got replaced with the slight pressure of the dildo trying to slip in and his cock twitched in excitement - if your fingers felt this good, the strap would feel even better.

✧ You tried your best to push in slow but his ass welcomed the intrusion almost eager, swallowing up the purple toy until your hips were flush with his butt cheeks.

✧ Sakura was already fucked out of his mind, the strap making him feel so fucking full and you didn't know if his mouth or the tip of his cock was leaking more liquids when you started rocking your hips into him.

✧ “fuck” he kept muttering profanities under his breath until his head buried itself into the pillow again, his hand tugging on his cock in the same rhythm you fucked him.

✧ “Nuh-uh you don't get to hide these fucking hot sounds from me” You groaned as you gripped a fist full of his hair to get his face out of the pillows.

✧ Just as you lifted him up he moaned loudly at a particular harsh thrust, unable to do anything but pant as his eyes screwed shut and the liquid ivory of his release slowly started to cover his hand.

✧ Turns out Sakura was into getting his hair pulled as well as his cute as fucked.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Tsubaki:

✧ Tsubaki was never the silent type when it came to the things he liked - this also went over to the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

✧ So you shouldn't have been surprised when you had your head resting on his lap as slender fingers played with your hair that he would ask you a very spicy question but you turned into a shocked mess for a moment.

✧ “Would you like to peg me one day?” He was really bold with his question but upon realizing how you froze up he realized it was a bit too bold so he laughed.

✧ “You don't need to, i just wondered if you're into it” he reassured you, not expecting an answer right away either but you nodded, laughing now too.

✧ “I've never pegged anyone but if you guide me i'd be so down” you answered amused, the thought of rutting into him excited you.

✧ The both of you talked about it here and there after the initial question got asked and actually ordered a toy together - Well he chose one given he would be the one having to take it but you got a say for the strap and the color of the dildo attached to it.

✧ Anal play was never entirely off the table with Tsubaki, his rule being that there aren't any taboos as long as it makes you both feel good so you've fingered him countless times before.

✧ You both were in the middle of a makeout session, his fingers. buried in your cunt when he nipped at your neck gently, a grin spreading over the red lips, the lipstick smeared onto your face as well by now.

✧ “Want you to fuck me so good… Can you do that for me, bunny?” he asked with a voice as sweet as honey and how could you say no to him when he asked like that?

✧ Eagerly you nodded and watched him saunt over to his little toy collection to get the strap out, the dimmed standing lamp in the corner of the room making him look even more beautiful in that lacey lingerie he wore.

✧ And you should have known when he dressed so pretty that he had some plans with you tonight but you appreciated the sight just a moment longer before he returned to the bed, wanting to help you with the strap.

✧ Gently he secured the little straps before leaning down to let his tongue travel over your glistening folds just to tease you before taking the toy into his mouth, head bobbing up and down a few times before he pulled away with a wet pop.

✧ The sight was so fucking hot and he pushed you back onto the mattress to squeeze some of the lube onto the toy before straddling your hips.

✧ “Should i play with you fir-” He didn't let you finish your question, a steamy kiss interrupting you mid sentence and his tongue invaded your mouth the same time the toy slid into him.

✧ The way he moaned into the kiss made you shudder, hands traveling to his hips to help him move the way he did for you so many times before.

✧ Tsubaki looked utterly beautiful on top of you like this, head thrown back in pure bliss and the soft light shining against him, making his silhouette glow and giving him an ethereal look as his pretty cock kept bouncing with the rhythm of his hips.

✧ Your nails were digging into his smooth skin, feeling as if you'd come untouched, just from watching him ride you the way he does.

✧ “You're doing so good for me, my prettiest angel,” he mused between sinful moans, guiding your hand to his achingly hard cock that stood proudly.

✧ “Making me feel so -fuck- so fucking good, my angel” he whispered between moans he couldn't control anymore and you could feel his cock twitch in your hand.

✧ You almost grew shy when he rocked his hips, jaw unlocking as he moaned your name like a mantra and his release painted your torso, making you wish some of it would have landed on your tongue instead.

✧ Tsubaki's toned thighs were shaking once he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch a breath but his thumb smeared some of his cum over your chest, covering the pad of the digit in his release.

✧ “Open up, bunny” he cooed and pushed his thumb past your lips, letting you lick off his seed. as his finger estes heavy on your tongue, your hips slowly thrusting upwards to fuck into him. You tasted blood and now you wanted more.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Umemiya:

✧ Umemiya had no taboos. Not when it came to you or intimate moments - if it's consensual and feels good everything goes.

✧ It's not like you both had to ask each other to try new things or actually sat down to talk about something, usually it just happened.

✧ Like that one time where you gave him the sloppiest head he ever got just to lick the saliva that dripped down his balls up and he pushed your head further down.

✧ He didn't demand, it was more like a gentle nudge to let you know he'd like you to lick a little further down and you gave him what he wanted.

✧ You've never heard Umemiya moan so hoarse as when your tongue flicked over his hole and this wasn't the only time you rimmed him, loving how much he enjoys it.

✧ Things just escalated from there on to the point where you fingered him until his thighs were shaking, his untouched cock spurting hot cum from his first prostate orgasm.

✧ Umemiya wanted more. The intense feeling of this orgasm made him wonder what it would feel like if you'd fuck him with one of your pretty toys.

✧ So next time you two were in the mood, Umemiya showed you his newest piece in the toy collection, a cute strap you can wear to fuck his brain out.

✧ And who are you to deny him his wishes if he wanted to be utterly fucked out beneath you?

✧ Umemiya wasn't nervous at all when you pushed his knees closer to his chest, nails raking over the underside of his legs all the way to his cute butt cheeks.

✧ “Keep holding your legs open for me, pretty boy,” you instructed as you secured the strap around your waist and Umemiya only nodded, his hands holding onto his thighs.

✧ “That's my good boy,” you mused and kissed each thigh once and then turned your attention to his balls before slowly sucking him off.

✧ His head fell back against the pillows the moment your lips wrapped around his bulbous tip. Gosh how much he wanted to watch you hollow out your cheeks but he could barely keep his eyes open from how good you made him feel.

✧ Your tongue swiping over his frenulum felt so good he almost missed how two lubed up fingers slipped inside of him, his knuckles going white from how hard he held onto his legs.

✧ “Oh f-fuck” he cursed out when you started massaging his prostate, your head still bobbing up and down his length until you felt like you prepped him enough to take the pastel pink colored toy.

✧ Umemiya gasped when you removed your fingers, feeling the tip of the dildo press against his puckered hole and he held his breath at the sensation.

✧ “Changed your mind, Angel?” You asked sweetly and one hand moved to gently stroke over the knuckles of his left hand.

✧ “Please fuck me” he groaned out almost desperate. In your bliss of playing with him you didn't even notice that you accidentally edged him.

✧ His pretty cock started twitching against his abs when you slowly and gently pushed the strap into his ass, watching how his brows knit together and his jaw fell open.

✧ The thin layer of sweat made him look as if he's glowing, the rays of sunshine that were shining through the half closed blinds made him look like an angel beneath you.

✧ You were so busy watching his face contort in utmost pleasure that you almost missed how his cock twitched, thick ropes of cum painting his abdomen after just the first few thrusts.

✧ He couldn't even moan, a silent scream was all he managed as his jaw hung open, hard panting everything you heard as you kept rocking into him.

✧ “You're taking me so well, looking so fucking hot,” you moaned at the sight of Umemiya’s abs covered in cum and his half limp dick begging for attention when he tried bucking into you.

✧ “Keep- keep fucking going” he moaned deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair to pull you into a heated kiss.

✧ Your hips started snapping into him, almost pounding into your white haired lover as wanton moans fell from his lips, your name sounding like a lewd prayer when your hand wrapped around his overstimulated cock.

✧ Umemiya was a fierce leader and only you were able to have him helpless beneath you, reducing him to a moaning mess for mind blowing pleasure.

✧ You couldn't wait for what he had in store for you after this, knowing that you're playing with fire when you push his boundaries and overstimulate him like that.

✧ A loud moan followed by a soft whimper was all you heard when he came a second time from getting his prostate milked like that.

✧ Strong arms pulled you flush against his body as his hips bucked upwards and spreading the cum between your bodies, creating a sticky mess which none of you minded.

✧ “Can we stay like this for a moment?” He asked exhausted once the shockwaves of the orgasm wore off, his chest rising and falling rapidly at how heavy he was breathing.

✧ All you could do was nod, completely exhausted from fucking him like that, admiring how much stamina he had since he never seemed this tired after he was done with you.

✧ The both of you stayed like that, the toy still deep inside of him but he needed to catch his breath before anything else, starting to like the feeling of being this full.

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[melancholymegumi]

tsubaki holding you on her lap, making sure you're stable and giving you kisses on your neck whilst umemiya eats you out. spreading your thigh so easily with her hand , and slapping it when she feels like you're about to close it.

“mh-nh baby, keep your legs open for me and let daddy enjoy his meal, kay'? can you do that for me , sweet girl?”

[finnitesimal]

Art trade for @azuvist ! They!!! wah cute I loved doing this thanks m8 ^^

[grimmweepers]

a platonic makeup session that gets real heated, real quick.

— ☆ contents: tsubakino x gn!reader. reader also wears makeup. sfw but suggestive at the end. kissing. self-ship coded. 0.8k. not proof-read. masterlist | byf/dni

Being friends with Tsubaki was a constant tease. He had this way of blending elegance with masculinity that always left you in awe. He’d sit there, perfectly poised in a skirt that hugged his hips, with lipstick that seemed to dare you to look at anything else—but beneath all that, there was this unmistakable strength to him. It was a contrast that made you wonder if you’d ever figure him out, or if he even wanted you to.

Today was no different. You both sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, playing with makeup like it was just another casual afternoon. But the air felt different, like it was more charged. Maybe it was the way his manicured nails lingered on your skin for a second too long when he handed you a brush or how his gaze kept drifting down to your lips as you applied gloss. Either way, the curiosity you felt toward him was harder to shake off than usual.

“Hold still,” he said, leaning in close, the sweet, heady scent of him wrapping around you. His fingers tilted your chin up and you had to remind yourself to breathe as he carefully traced eyeliner on your lids.

“Easy for you to say,” you mumbled in response. You were trying your best to stay still even though his face hovered inches from yours. His hold on you was steady but you felt like you could start shaking at any moment.

You snuck a glance through your lashes and found him staring down at you. He was close—too close— and your heart thumped wildly in your chest.

What was he trying to do?

“Done~” he finally said in a sing-song voice.

But neither of you moved. You were practically nose to nose now and the air was impossibly thick. His lips, painted a deep and provocative red, looked far too tempting and for a moment, you both felt something that you couldn’t quite define. Something close to a zap.

“Tsubaki…” you whispered his name with a bit of confusion, a bit of urgency too. But you couldn’t complete your sentence when he leaned in a little more. The tension was so heavy in the room, it could’ve passed as a third presence.

He dropped his shoulders, “I’ve always wondered…” Tsubaki’s hand found your chin again and his thumb brushed over the gloss on your lips, smudging it just slightly.

You could hardly think, let alone speak.

And then, without warning, his lips were on yours. Everything else that had occupied your mind beforehand faded away.

The kiss was slow—hesitant, but laced with something that neither of you dared to acknowledge before. His lips were soft but eager, like he was testing the waters, and when you didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, bringing you closer until you were basically in his lap.

Your hands tangled in his long hair, messing up the waves you helped style earlier as the heat between you flared to life.

The feel of his strong arms around your waist and his exposed thighs cushioning you underneath made you shudder. You found yourself clinging for more, desperate for more.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, lips swollen and stained with each other’s lipstick. The look he gave you made your stomach flip. It was filled with something devilish and reckless, something you normally saw when he was going to perform—whether it was before a fight or at pub ougi.

“You know,” his hands trailed down your side, fingers teasing the edge of your shirt, “…I’ve got a few other things I wouldn’t mind trying on you.” There was a suggestive glint in his eyes, a sneaky pout forming at his lips.

“Like what?” You asked, still maintaining your playfulness.

“Do you really want me to say it?”

You bit your lip, twirling the bit of his hair that had fallen out of place, “Yeah, I do.”

Tsubaki laughed lightky, “It’s been hard pretending like I haven’t felt this way about you. I guess I was just confused,” he admitted as his other hand traced the curve of your jaw, “But now that I’ve got a taste of you, I think I want more—”

“Then don't hold back,” you whispered, your hand resting on his broad shoulders as you spoke. “Show me.”

He couldn’t hide his smile. That was all he needed before his lips crashed against yours with more intensity and hunger. The plush fabric of his skirt bunched up at his thighs while he explored underneath your shirt, trailing fire across your skin.

Tsubaki whimpered into your mouth as you curled your fingers against his chest, his breath hitching when his hand dipped lower, toying with the waistband of your shorts.

You let out a soft moan, aching for more of him. You were more than ready to see how far this would go.

“Thank you,” he tugged you closer, his voice thick with want as he rocked his hips against yours, “Because now I’m dying to know how you feel.”

a/n: i wrote this before bed last night. genuinely losing sleep over him

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[stunie]

i was listening to after midnight by chappel roan and i just! imagined! tsubaki!

like imagine being out with a shitty boyfriend whose ignoring you at a bar and just

“i kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don’t mind- i love a little drama- let’s start a bar fight” and just!

i’m so down bad for tsubaki it’s a problem 😭😭😭

-🥟

🥟 !!! this ask was such a vibe tbh i loved it this sm. you gave me a fun lil song (that’s now in my playlist btw) and a scenario anddd an awesome character ?? i had to write something :> thank u for dropping by !!!! tsubaki is such a lovely character <3 (u r even lovelier)

tasuku tsubakino (tsubaki) x f!reader. sfw. cw cheating (but ur technically not in an official relationship so…!?)

“he’s not with you?”

you’re perking up at the familiar sound of tsubaki’s voice, doe eyes locked on his figure as he slides into the seat beside you before letting out a heavy sigh.

“this again?” he gestures towards your boyfriend, the one who was currently on the other side of the room— over there with another girl.

you’re as quick as always to start shaking your head in denial, hands balling up into frustrated little fists as you press them further into your lap— because hearing things like this never got any less embarrassing no matter how many times you had heard them.

and now that you think about it, it seems like tsubaki was always the one who was catching you at the worst times possible. it was always him being there with you as soon as your boyfriend was leaving you all by yourself again.

and actually… could you even call him your boyfriend? he never officially asked you out.

you can still remember it as clear as day— the very first time tsubaki had asked you if you were seeing anyone. the pause in your voice before you were sputtering out the most confusing response he’s ever heard in his life was all he needed to understand your situation.

you hear tsubaki let out a knowing hum from beside you as soon as your lips are tugging into that pouty frown that he’s grown all too familiar with. that boyfriend of yours— he thinks to himself, what a fucking waste. a pretty face like yours should never be given a reason to frown like that.

it would never happen with him.

“want me to keep you company instead?” he’s giggling when your lips fall open in surprise, deciding to push that bubbling feeling of frustration away for a second and really take in that adorable look you’re giving him.

“i’m more fun, anyways.”

“…h-huh?” you stammer, and the sweet smile tsubaki gives you in response does nothing to rid of your clear confusion. “isn’t that… you know?” you’re quickly looking around before you lean in, as if whispering a dark secret to your best friend, “..cheating? that’s bad.”

oh. you’ve always been exactly like that from the very first day he met you. almost painfully sweet and so, so very oblivious.. because this alleged boyfriend of yours clearly had a much different idea of what you two were.

tsubaki knows this because he’s always kept an eye out for you. you might be too oblivious to notice the men who’ve been ogling at you this entire time, but he’s not.

if your loser of a boyfriend wasn’t gonna protect you, someone else needed to.

“hm?” tsubaki’s fingertip presses into his bottom lip, head tilting to the side, “well, you two aren’t official, no?”

your pout deepens at the implication.

“it’ll be me,” he points to himself, “and you,” he flicks his manicured finger your direction, and you’re suddenly much more aware of how pretty his lipstick looks on him when his lips are moving like that.

“and i’ll give you a little kiss.”

“hm..” your voice comes out quiet and murmured when his hand comes to cup the side of your cheek, thumb stroking the skin as he leans in a little closer, eyes softening as he patiently waits for your decision.

“o-okay,” you finally nod, and he’s letting out an small exhale he didn’t know he was holding to begin with, “…and this is gonna make him jealous?”

tsubaki gives you an eager nod.

“he’s missing out big time,” he smiles at you, eyes flickering towards your boyfriend for a moment— making sure he gets a clear look at this before he’s delicately tilting your head up, closing the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

your eyes are quick to flutter shut as the familiar heat rises in your cheeks, and you wrap your fingers around tsubaki’s wrist to keep him exactly where he’s at. he’s gentle with you, but the soft whimper that slips out of you from the way he’s moving his lips against yours has his heart skipping a couple beats, his free hand now wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer against him.

“good,” tsubaki whispers against your lips between kisses, sneaking a glance at your boyfriend— who was now staring at you with wide eyes, “let’s show him just what exactly he’s missing out on.”

[waywardgirl75]

this is so wholesome. satoru-sama, you did such an amazing job here. seeing this type of character in manga made me tear up. people need to learn from these angels how to accept a person for who they really are.

[witch--btch]

Happy Birthday !

Bofurin First years › Bofurin Second and Third Years › Shishitoren

Official Birthday Art by Satoru Nii

[shouyuus]

ask from prev blog: @grimmweepers asked: hi rain!!! happy belated birthday!!! i’m here for the bday event (which btw i think is such a fun and cool idea) hehe 🤍i would love something cute and fun with tsubaki and reader — where we’ve just gotten out of the shower together, are wrapped up in our towels and maybe getting distracted with a bit of spicy flirting <333 tysm!!!

shower thoughts

tsubakino tasuku; fluff; im sry it took so long bby!!! i hope u enjoy!

─── 椿野 YOU CAN SEE THEIR SHAPE in the fogged up glass, but even through the blurred-out image, you can see their smile as their arms curl around your middle, their chin hooking over your shoulder.

“that was a nice bath, hm?” tsubaki asks, tracing circles into the bend of your waist.

“y-yeah but —” you blush, crinkling your nose, twisting sideways to glance at them, admiring the sharp of their nose, the strong of their jaw, the dark flutter of their lashes. “all we did was make out.”

“so? isn’t that what baths are for?” they lean forward to peck your nose, grinning.

“i mean — sure, but i kinda wanted to, i dunno, wash my hair —” you break off laughing as tsubaki leans down to blow a raspberry against your bare shoulder, the sound echoing in the candle-lit bathroom.

“it’s not good to wash your hair too often — it strips your hair of all the natural oils!”

you flick a bit of water at tsubaki, laughing as they narrow their eyes and splash you back.

“mm the water’s getting cold,” you murmur, settling back into tsubaki’s chest. they sigh, nodding before reaching for a towel, the other hand tugging at the stopper for the bath to drain. you sit, skin against skin, watching as the water slowly sinks lower and lower, till it’s just water-slicked skin beneath the wane, flickering candlelight.

“c’mon, don’t want you to get a cold,” tsubaki says, draping a towel over your head even as they pull away from you to grab their own. you nod, and the pair of you dry off in the relative quiet, the air thick and warm with the post-bath humidity.

“bed-time?” you ask, letting tsubaki lead you from the bathroom. they smile, casting you a knowing look over their shoulder.

“yeah. we can make out some more in bed if you’d like.”

you laugh, “yeah. cause that’s what beds are for, right?”

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[itadores]

anything for you.

note: my beautiful princess tsubaki <3 had this idea on my mind for a bit, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: tsubakino tasuku x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.8k

tags: gender neutral reader, he/him pronouns used for tsubaki, vague descriptions of violence, established relationship, fluff, pet names, reader is an acts of service kind of person

it’s in the heat of a fight when it happens.

tsubakino and the jikoku unit are on patrol when one of the townspeople informs them that some punks are causing trouble on the outskirts of makochi. they are quick to intervene, and the fight they find themselves involved in isn’t difficult by any means, each member of the jikoku unit able to take on their opponent with ease.

the guy that tsubakino’s facing is rather unimpressive, but he’s able to get a lucky hit on tsubakino. the punch doesn’t hurt in the slightest, but tsubakino notices something right after he gets hit.

the shift in tsubakino’s energy is nearly palpable, causing some people involved in the brawl to freeze. the twins pause from fighting for a moment, meeting each other’s gaze and sharing a look before turning towards tsubakino. there’s only one thing that would set their captain off like that.

tsubakino has chipped a nail.

tsubakino’s opponent appears to notice him inspecting his nails and scoffs. “aw, is the princess upset because she ruined a nail?” he taunts. a foolish move considering it only serves to anger tsubakino more.

“my partner just did my nails,” tsubakino smooths his skirt out before turning his attention to the punk responsible. “and you just had to go and mess it up.”

the man must have come to his senses because his hands shake as he holds them out in front of him in fists. he tries to step back, to put some distance between himself and tsubakino, but it’s futile. in one smooth kick, tsubakino knocks him out.

tsubakino turns towards the rest of the jikoku unit with a tight smile on his face. “let’s make this quick boys!”

members of the jikoku unit follow the command from their captain, no longer taking the time to leisurely play around with their opponents. they knock out the men with ease, pushing them out of town with their tails tucked between their legs.

“great work guys!” tsubakino’s smile is no longer as tight as before as he praises his unit for a job well done. “that’s the end of our patrol, so you guys are free for the rest of today!” he says, clapping his hands together.

with tsubakino's dismissal, most of the jikoku unit disperses, saying their goodbyes as they pass by their captain. the only people who stick around are his vice-captains: the sakaki twins.

"that includes you two," tsubakino says, wagging a finger at his second-in-commands, "you're free to go."

"we'll see you tomorrow," uryu says, dipping his head slightly. uryu and seiryu begin to walk off, but seiryu makes sure to sneak in a cheeky comment before they can get too far.

"enjoy your time with your partner, tsubaki!" there's a knowing look on seiryu's face as he waves goodbye over his shoulder.

"i will," tsubakino replies, smiling.

once his team is out of view, tsubakino takes his phone out and pulls up your contact. clicking the call button, tsubakino raises the mobile device to his ear. it only rings once before you answer.

"hello beautiful," you say in a sing-songy way, making tsubakino's smile widen.

"hi baby," tsubakino coos. he draws the phone closer to his ear as if it will bring you even nearer to him. "what are you doing?"

"nothing much," you sigh, "just getting some work done at home. what about you? you should be done with patrol by now, right?"

"yeah, i just finished! had to sort some guys out who were causing trouble on the edge of town, and one of them messed up my nails," tsubakino pouts as he inspects his nails again. the damage isn't devastating, but his one chipped nail already bothers him.

"are you alright? no injuries?" you ask, concern seeping into your voice.

"no injuries," tsubakino promises, sweet and reassuring. although tsubakino can take care of himself, which you're more than well aware of, he knows that you can't help but worry about him.

"good. good," you say, sounding relieved. "if you're free right now, do you want to come over to mine? i can fix your nail since i know it's going to bother you if it doesn't get fixed soon," you lightly tease.

"that sounds great,” tsubakino beams. “i'll pick up some snacks and drinks for us on my way over, so i'll be at yours in half an hour or so?"

“sounds perfect, my love. i’ll see you soon.”

tsubakino and you exchange goodbyes and i love yous before ending the call. he then begins walking back towards the center of town, thinking of what he wants to pick up for you two to share.

although the decision is really made for tsubakino since many of the townspeople offer him food and drinks as he passes by their establishments. he tries to turn some of them down, but they insist, placing to-go bags directly into tsubakino's hands for him to take. once tsubakino's hands are completely full, he opts to take side streets to your place instead of the main road. it's thankfully quieter on this route, and no good-natured shop keepers offer tsubakino any of their goods.

tsubakino arrives at your front door, a little less than half an hour after the call ended with you. he lightly knocks on your door, unable to do much more with his hands full. he can hear the pitter patter of footsteps before the door swings open, revealing your beautiful face.

"hello gorgeous," you greet before quickly ushering tsubakino inside. "let me take these from you. thank you so much for grabbing something on your way, you didn't have to."

"thank you honey." tsubakino gives you a kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a light imprint of his lipstick. "and i was planning on buying us some snacks and drinks, but the townspeople essentially shoved these into my arms as i was passing through the center."

"ah, as they usually do?"

tsubakino hums in response, wrapping himself around you as you unload the food and drinks tsubakino was provided with onto your kitchen table. you lean back into tsubakino's hold, pressing a kiss into the column of his neck.

"do you want to eat right now or do you want me to fix your nail first?"

"are you hungry?" tsubakino asks in return. "or thirsty?"

you make a contemplative sound. "not really. i can fix your nail first and then we can eat afterwards?" you suggest.

tsubakino drops his chin onto your shoulder, squeezing you a little tighter. "sounds good, baby."

"how about you go take a seat at my work station, and i'll join you after i quickly clean up here?"

tsubakino releases his hold on you and follows your suggestion. he makes his way through your apartment, pushing the door to venture into your bedroom. your work station is in the far corner of your room, and tsubakino takes a seat in the chair that's unofficially designated as his.

you’re not far behind him, entering your room only a few minutes after tsubakino takes a seat. you take the seat opposite of him, flipping on your desk lamp and making yourself comfortable.

“okay, let me see the damage.”

tsubakino places his left hand in your open palm, allowing you to inspect his nails and see how your work has held up from his fight.

"at least it's only one," you murmur, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the nail of his index finger. the red polish that you previously used to paint tsubakino's nails has chipped off in some places, exposing his nail bed.

you let go of tsubakino's hand, so you can pull open your desk drawers. "you can play some music in the background if you want, love," you say as you dig through your drawers to locate the supplies necessary to repair the chipped polish.

tsubakino pulls outs his phone from his pocket, opening up the music player app and putting the playlist you made together on shuffle. music suddenly fills the room, playing at a low volume from his speaker. the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile as you continue placing everything you need onto your desk.

you gently take tsubakino’s hand, beginning the process of carefully taking off the polish on his left index finger. tsubakino props his elbow onto your desk, resting his chin into his open palm, content to watch as you work away.

you're mostly relaxed, singing along quietly to the song playing in the background but from time to time, your face will scrunch up slightly in concentration, careful to not mess up tsubakino's other nails or smear any of the ruby red polish onto his cuticles. you’re too cute. tsubakino's so lucky to have a partner like you.

you're so supportive of him and his interests. you've always been like that. you often send him links to fashion articles or posts you think he would be interested in and enjoy surprising him from time to time with new hair, skincare, or makeup products you think he would like trying out. he appreciates how you've also tried to familiarize yourself with his interests, whether its through your own research or by asking tsubakino questions when he's talking about the latest fashion trends.

however, tsubakino was most touched when you offered to do his nails for the first time, shyly informing him that you've been trying to teach yourself how to do nails, so he wouldn't have to pay and go to a salon to get it done. you profusely apologized when they turned out a little wonky the first time you did them for him, but that's still tsubakino's favorite set he's ever gotten done because you did them for him.

you've definitely improved over time and grown far more confident in your skills. tsubakino thinks you could make some real money doing people's nails, but you brush him off whenever he brings it up, saying that you're content with having one client.

it doesn't take you long to finish fixing up tsubakino's nail. you carefully look it over for any imperfections, turning tsubakino's hand slightly from side to side before you appear to be satisfied.

"all done!"

"amazing work as always!" tsubakino praises, holding his hand up to admire the job you've done. you really are so talented.

"you flatter me, love," you say, laughing lightly as you put your equipment away in your desk drawers. once everything is in its place, you dust your hands off and offer a hand to tsubakino. he places his hand in yours, smiling when you kiss the back of it.

"shall we go eat now that's taken care of?"

"we shall."

tsubakino allows you to lead him out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, smiling the whole way through. he really is so lucky to experience a love like yours.

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