#yandere ichiro yamada

[matenrou-fan]

Hey👋 can I request ichiros fem s/o finding out ichiro is a yandere pls

Fem!s/o finding out Ichiro is a yandere

femreader, overprotectiveness, yandere themes;;

-I think Ichiro, despite his appeal of a gold retriever boyfriend, is actually much more serious and attentive inside than it seems. So he can hide his possessiveness for a pretty long time, acting like just an overprotective guy.

-Kinda ashamed to actually admit his jealousy, so every time he found out you were hanging out with your friends he's like a sad hurted puppy, clinging to you. Warmth of your body so close lets Ichiro feel you're actually here, only here, near him.

"I'm not jealous.. Just, you know.. Spend more time with me, okay?" - he mumbled shyly, looking away as his hands pushed you closer to himself.

-Well, but this looks so cute, not really differ from other people's envy. Everyone can get kinda possessive towards their partner sometimes, so you never consider any danger here.

-There were other things that slowly started bothering you. The way Ichiro always brings out of nowhere some terrible, dirty information about any new people you meet. Well, he knows everyone in his division and even beyond this territory too, due to his job so.. All these things are actually real, don't you think? There's no need for him to lie..

"So that's why you shouldn't talk with them ever again.." - Ichiro moved closer, hugging you in some defensive hug, as if this person who you're talking about would suddenly appear out of nowhere and attack you. - "I don't want you to get into some bad company, okay?"

-The way he always gets unexpectedly pissed off when random guys on the streets try to flirt with you or just to get to know you.. Most of the time your boyfriend just scares them away with angry glares, but these stupid jerks always find time to catch you when he walks away just for a second.

"Stay away from her! She's not alone!" - with a pretty loud shot he gets between you and a surprised man who immediately steps away. There's no difference if he was some kind of pervert or actually just a simple guy, Ichiro willing to have a whole beef.

-The way you catch him at least a few times checking your phone, and especially your text. Already knowing who your closest friends are, he always tries to find out what you are talking about with them. And even when you pointed this out, he would say sorry.. But does he actually mean it?

"I'm sorry.. It's not like I don't trust you, I know you'll always be my loyal girlfriend.." - A small kiss from him didn't soothe you like usual. - "I just don't trust your friends, you know? There's something wrong with them, I tell you!"

-..Is this actually the same Ichiro you started to date some time ago? This all happened so slowly, and as you never really suspected his overprotectiveness, now it is hard to say when things get weird. Just how you get used to this so easily, and just now realized?

-But every time you tried to bring up this theme, there's immediately something happening that would distract your attention. What kind of magic! Even before you would say the reason why you want to talk, It's like Ichiro knows when you have another topic or when exactly this one, and always gets away with it.

-The only thing he can do now is to keep being just a good, cheerful boyfriend who's just a little bit overprotective. But you're not that naive and can connect the dots. You found out, and you know. And he knows that you know. But while it's not said out loud, it means everything alright? That means you would run away from his possessiveness, that you would keep being his loyal, precious girlfriend..?

"Sh, don't talk, s/o.." - the warmth of his embrace is so luring, blinding you in the face of danger. - "Just hold me tight, like this.. I don't want you to go away."

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Yandere! Ichiro with NB! darling

-Yandere! Demon King! Ichiro with angel! NB! reader (pt.1; pt.2)

[busterbby]

𝐑 ULES

-> I only write for buster bros. This includes ichiro, jiro, and saburo yamada. Please don’t request anyone else! I may post for other characters from time-to-time but this is mostly a buster bros centric blog

-> I will also write for their ghost counterparts from hypdori. I’m not caught up with the story so it might be a little ooc!

-> I only write for a gender neutral or female reader. It’s just easier for me since I identify as fem! All of my posts will be with a gender neutral reader, unless tagged otherwise! As for nsfw, it’ll be afab with gender neutral pronouns unless stated!

-> I write both fics and hcs, but I feel like I’m more tailored towards hcs.

-> I’ll do up to three characters at a time for hcs and one per fic.

-> When requesting, please include the characters, hcs or fic, genre, and pronouns to be used!

-> I can reject any sort of request. Most of the reasons will probably be because I can’t really think of anything to write with the idea! but if something crosses my hardline then I’ll say.

-> Please keep in mind that I’m a very busy student, and thus, posts will be very slow.

-> I will age characters up. and no, idc.

Characters I write :

-> ichiro yamada (including tdd) + ghost ichiro

-> jiro yamada + ghost jiro

-> saburo yamada + ghost saburo

Genres I’ll write :

-> fluff

-> angst

-> yandere, dark content

-> nsfw : I haven’t written much nsfw, therefore I’m not the best with it!! Please keep this in mind. If something crosses my limit I’ll let you know!

-> aus : I love aus, and I’ll probably ramble about some of mine from time-to-time.

Disclaimer

-> I don’t fully believe in DNIs, but nonetheless, this blog does feature dark content, nsfw, as well as fictional characters that are ‘minors’, so if you’re not comfortable with that then please don’t interact and just block me. I’ll reciprocate and everything will be tagged accordingly.

-> I will block anyone underage I see interacting with my nsfw posts.

-> I block very liberally.

[minato-division03]

Behind The Glass Stains II

R.I.P Märchen Drama Track 1

Warnings (MDNI): angst, dark humor, sexual humor, smut, deceit, con, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence, yandere, abusive family, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of sexual assault, prostitution, drugs, addiction, human trafficking, violence, gore, blood, character deaths. These warnings are not exclusive to this album in particular, they’re more so for the general plot.

If any of the warnings above make you uncomfortable in any way, I’d strongly suggest staying away from this particular chapter and instead wait for the profile pages to be updated with brief summaries. Minors, especially, definitely do not interact.

Word Count: 7.3K

‘POP IDOL IN FATAL CAR ACCIDENT, MIKU SHIRAZUKI MISSING & MANAGER DEAD’

‘UPDATE (05/12): The pop idol’s agency Universal Key Entertainment shared in a statement following a fatal car accident on the night of 03/12 in a Yokohama container yard.

Miku Shirazuki was said to have gone missing following the incident that took the life of her manager. The police have not yet been able to find any leads on Miku’s location or what caused the accident.

Until the idol is located and safely brought back, the remainder of the idol’s activities for the season will be put on hold.’

Reiaki clicked her tongue and threw her phone on the wooden table, listening to the ‘clack’ sound it made.

Juri lowered her glass teacup to her matching saucer. “Is something the matter?”

“It’s been nearly two days now…” Reiaki murmured, drumming her fingers impatiently. “We don’t even know if Miku-chan is still alive, Ikeishi-san is dead… and the only thing the press cares about is Miku-chan coming back for promotions!” She ran her hands through her hair in exasperation.

Juri carefully slid Reiaki’s phone back to her. Under normal circumstances… the police wouldn’t give a missing person case a second thought. She tore off a softer part of her sandwich and slowly brought it to Ayato’s mouth. He opened his mouth wider than he needed to and clamped his tiny baby teeth down on Juri’s fingers.

However, one was found dead on sight and there’s a high likelihood of potentially fatal injuries to the missing person…

Juri wriggled her fingers out of Ayato’s mouth and went back to tear off another small piece off her sandwich.

“Worry not,” Juri smiled reassuringly. “It’s merely been two days, surely she’ll be located soon enough.”

It was an attempt to reassure her. Though feeble, Reiaki appreciated it regardless. She followed Juri’s gaze, directed right to her cell phone, which had been faced up.

“Waiting for someone?”

“For a phone call or a video chat request,” Juri responded distractedly. “It should be any moment now.”

Juri’s phone vibrated against the wooden table. Though she didn’t need to read the caller’s ID, she still felt giddy seeing it was Ichiro who was phoning her.

She chuckled as she wiped the crumbs off her fingers and picked up the call, propping her phone up against her teacup. She waved over for Reiaki to join her and Ayato on their side of the table.

The screen switched from the default phone wallpaper to Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo, the younger two clearly in the middle of arguing with one another whilst being ignored by the eldest. Behind them was an outdoor stage that was cleared of any staff or audience, leaving behind unattended speakers and stage lights.

Upon seeing the faces of the Yamada brothers, the toddler’s iridescent eyes lit up, his chubby cheeks lifting as he smiled brightly and repeatedly smacking his tiny palms on his high chair. The loud noise caught the younger brothers’ attention. They immediately shut up and waved at the little boy.

“Juri-san!” Ichiro beamed. “And Ayato and Reiaki-san’s with you!”

Juri smiled affectionately at the three brothers on the other side of the screen. “Hello, you silly boys.”

“Wazzup, you guys!” Reiaki chimed in. “Prelims were today, right?”

Juri chuckled as she picked out small pieces of shredded chicken from her sandwich and placed them onto Ayato’s high chair for him to attempt to feed himself. “So? How did it go?”

Ichiro glanced at his two brothers. “On three. One… two… three!”

“Buster Bros won!”

“We’re going to the Division Rap Battle!”

“We kicked everyone’s asses!”

…

All three brothers exclaimed together at the same time, with no synchronization whatsoever or any way to tell who said what.

“Well, congratulations, boys!” Juri applauded.

Reiaki’s jaw dropped. “You got all that?!”

“One of these days, you will be able to decipher them just as I,” Juri said matter-of-factly— though it didn’t sound mean. She returned her attention to the Yamada brothers on the other side of the screen. “I do wish the preliminary rounds were televised. I would have loved to have seen you three onstage.”

“But I’ll bet it’s nothing like seeing the real thing as an audience member!” Reiaki cried out.

“You would be right,” Juri replied. “The difference between listening to the hypnosis mic’s effects and the artist’s delivery from a television screen versus a live battle is quite remarkable.”

She shrugged and smiled lovingly at the brothers.

It truly is a noticeable difference… I would love to revisit the city of Ikebukuro I once called ‘home’. To offer more support…

However…

Her eyes darted over to Ayato, who was busy ripping apart the already shredded chicken and clumsily popping them in his mouth.

“You sure you can’t come to see us in the Division Rap Battle?” Jiro asked hopefully.

She shook her head. “Unfortunately, I cannot. But you know who will?”

“Me!” Reiaki chimed in, her eyes beaming with excitement. “I don’t really remember which seats I bought, lemme double check on that!” She grabbed her phone and began scrolling through.

Juri chuckled. “Reiaki-chan here is especially excited since she has never been in the presence of so many hypnosis mics before.”

“I mean, we’ve only ever done mock rap battles together, I don’t think the Party of Words let women have mics outside of Chuohku, which is just stupid,” Reiaki murmured distractedly as she continued to jump between different apps on her phone. “Thought I saved the QR code but I guess I didn’t, lemme just check my bookmarked stuff on PROFILE real quick…”

Reiaki, in all of her hasty scrolling, accidentally clicked on a video that she had saved on her social media bookmarked page.

“Japanese female idol goes missing after deadly car accident—”

Before the social media reporter could continue, Reiaki had already scrolled to the next bookmarked video.

Ichiro’s face dropped. “That idol hasn’t been found yet?”

Juri knew exactly where this was heading. She tuned them out while she picked out a piece from her sandwich and placed it on Ayato’s high chair. He made a face and threw it across the table.

Reiaki sighed. “Two days and zero leads,” Reiaki continued to scroll through her phone as her roommate gently scolded the toddler in another language. “It’s like Miku-chan just disappeared into thin air. Who even knows if she’s still alive—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ichiro interjected. “Slow down, let’s not think like that just yet. If she’s actually dead, I’m pretty sure her manager’s body would’ve also disappeared.”

“N-Nii-chan’s right!” Jiro said quickly.

“The detectives and police have been searching the area for a while now,” Saburo added.

Jiro looked more hopeful now. “I mean if Juri-san was onto it, she could work faster than the whole PD—”

Jiro paused midway and silence befell the five of them. Other than the bustling sound of passersby from the other side of the phone screen and Ayato slapping his tiny hands on his high hair, not a word from any of the five.

“Sorry…” Jiro finally said. He fidgeted with his messy ebony bangs sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud…”

Saburo clicked his tongue. “Tch, Jiro, you fool.”

Reiaki stared at her roommate from the corner of her vision. “You think she could, though…?”

Well, now it was too late to avoid the topic.

Juri shook her head calmly.

Ichiro sighed and looked Juri in the eye, his own full of determination. “You helped me a lot during that time,” Ichiro said.

Saburo shook his oldest brother’s shoulder. “Ichi-nii… are you talking about… that time?”

Reiaki hung her head. Yeah, she somewhat had an idea of what ‘that time’ was about. It had come up in conversation once, resulting in Juri having to vaguely fill her in. Though she received a brief summary of the event, she was still just as clueless as to what transpired than when things were explained to her.

In the end, she found out more through Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo than she did through her own roommate and best friend.

“Yeah… it’s about ‘that,’” Ichiro said, his eyes never leaving Juri’s.

It was a staredown between Ichiro and Juri. A silent battle. Though Ichiro was hoping to get the message across to her, Juri remained completely unnerved.

She broke first, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Circumstances were different, then. We will leave it to law enforcement to figure this out.”

Ichiro felt a pang of hurt. He knew Juri was plenty capable of doing more but was choosing to do nothing. Even if she made it clear that she had no intention of participating in the Division Rap Battles herself, there was plenty that she could do to help the different divisions.

As she had before.

However, she was right when she said circumstances were different. He couldn’t entirely blame her for wanting to sit out now.

Still, it was disappointing everytime the topic came up.

Juri chuckled. “This was not the note I wanted to end on for such a joyous occasion. The three of you have come a long way and it’s no easy feat to make it this far.”

Ichiro plastered a smile, doing his best to match Juri’s energy in avoiding the topic.

“Thank you, Juri-san… we’ll definitely take that first place title and make Ikebukuro proud!”

It wasn’t yet daytime when Juri began stirring in bed, her legs tangling with the cushiony white blankets. She took a moment to both wake up and register the concerning, yet familiar sounds within her unit. Even in her half-asleep state, she could hear it all: music blasting, irritating bed creaking noises, and late night chats from other apartment units and outside from a distance that sounded like low mutters, the motors from passing vehicles just outside, the low breathing of her toddler in the room to her right.

Just in the room to her left, a pair of feet sounded to be dragging around at an excruciatingly slow pace. Within seconds, the pace picked up, almost thudding against the floorboards in a fast, erratic rhythm.

She lazily reached around her bed until her hand latched onto her phone and dragged it out from beneath the mass of pillows. Switching on the screen and immediately being attacked by the blinding lights, she winced and tore her eyes away.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, bracing herself to face the blinding phone screen once more.

3:29 in the morning…

She sighed and dropped her arm, her hand with her phone landing on her pillows with a light thud. Thankfully, it seemed that none of the doors in her unit had been opened yet. She eyed her surroundings, taking in the state of her room—which had never gotten tidied. She sucked in a breath and crawled out of her bed, which was low to the floor anyway.

Taking care to be as quiet as she could, she slowly opened her door just enough to poke her head through. Her eyes landed on the door to her left at the end of the hall. She stayed just like that, keeping her eyes on the door in sleepy anticipation.

And there it was.

The door just next to hers creaked open and Reiaki emerged. Her blond hair was somehow still perfectly kept compared to her tousled locks and she had a blank look in her half-lidded eyes.

Reiaki darted right past Juri’s door and into the living room, not sparing the latter girl a glance.

Juri slowly pushed the door open and stepped out of her bedroom, her gaze trailing after her roommate.

Just what was she going to do this time…?

Reiaki went straight for drawers in the TV stand.

Juri’s breath stilled despite her racing heart. And yet, she did nothing to stop her.

Reiaki gave the drawer a tug.

It didn’t open.

She tried again, but it still didn’t open.

She lightly punched the drawer and quickly made her way to the dining table.

Juri sighed in relief. Thank you, baby-proof locks…

She carefully followed Reiaki, taking care of the sound of her footsteps.

She watched Reiaki pace around the room. Circling around the couch, then trying to open different doors and cabinets to no avail, then walking in circles around the couch again.

“Gotta hide, gotta hide…” Reiaki muttered, anxiously scratching at her arm, a little too aggressively.

Juri’s eyes softened, watching the way Reiaki was hurting herself in her sleepy but frantic mess.

“Reiaki-chan…” Juri whispered. “Come back to your room, please…”

Reiaki, unresponsive, continued pacing around in circles, tugging at her blonde hair at the crown of her head. “Hide, hide, hide…”

Juri slowly took a few steps forward, taking care to keep some distance between her and Reiaki. She carefully reached out, giving Reiaki’s sleeve a gentle tug.

Reiaki slowed down her pace, to the point it seemed as if she was walking through water.

Juri circled around the blonde girl and gave her a light push in the direction of the hallway. Juri held her breath watching Reiaki stagger a little. The blonde placed another foot in front of her, catching her balance herself.

Juri sighed in relief, then lightly placed her hands on Reiaki’s shoulders, guiding her further in the direction of the hallway.

Without much hesitation, Reiaki staggered forward.

Juri held her breath, relieved that Reiaki seemed to be complying.

“Waaa…”

A loud cry from a small voice, coming from the nearest room. A replacement for any alarm system.

Reiaki blinked and her eyes widened instantly.

Oh no…

Juri quickly let go of Reiaki’s shoulders and backed away. “Home unit, lights—”

In the instant Juri spoke, a roundhouse kick came flying right for the side of her head.

It was hardly even a split second. That Juri was able to catch a glimpse of the way Reiaki’s leg retracted.

Arms perpendicular to the floor, hands balled into fists with one right in front of her face, the other slightly further out, one foot on the ground and slightly staggered.

Juri ducked, giving herself just enough room to just barely evade contact, and quickly took a step back.

Reiaki’s breath hitched and she shifted a second attack with lightning speed. She launched herself forward with a tight fist coming straight for the gut, not at all registering the ongoing cries from one of the bedrooms.

Juri’s eyes trailed to meet Reiaki’s through the dark.

All signs of that dazed, trance-like state from before were long gone and now replaced with wide, alert eyes.

Confused.

Dilated.

The look of fear…

Juri opened her mouth to speak aloud again.

Reiaki’s fist opened into a claw, wrangling around Juri’s throat and slamming the taller girl to the ground.

The impact caused a rumble throughout the unit, almost like a small earthquake.

With a distorted cry, Reiaki began digging her nails into Juri’s neck.

Juri let out a strangled gasp.

“H…” Juri choked out, “home unit…”

Reiaki cried out and tightened her grip, completely blocking the airways.

The pressure should have crushed her neck entirely.

“Lights… on…”

The lights in the apartment switched on and Reiaki winced, immediately shielding her vision from the sudden bright lights.

As soon as Juri’s neck was free from Reiaki’s monstrous grip, she gasped for air and quickly rolled onto her side, holding onto her throat while coughing up a storm.

Reiaki, through heavy breaths, rubbed her eyes with the back of her arm. She lowered her arms and blinked several times, her vision slowly adjusting to the light. Her heart was pounding against her chest at a rate where it felt almost painful.

Her limbs were completely numbed, almost cold and tingling that she barely noticed the cold sweat that formed on her skin.

Reiaki blinked, and the room had materialized before her.

The living room, the baby’s cries from one of the bedrooms, her roommate trapped below her, hands wrapped around her own throat and coughing her lungs out.

Reiaki shrieked and jumped back.

Juri quickly sat up and gently placed her hands on Reiaki’s cheeks, pulling her in to rest her forehead against her own.

Resting her forehead against Reiaki’s and caressing her cheeks, Juri could directly feel everything she was feeling. Reiaki’s small whimpers, her hyperventilating, the terrifyingly quick pulse rate, even hearing the rapid pace of her heartbeat.

“You’re okay,” Juri whispered despite the lingering soreness around her neck. Her soft, calming whispers masked any leftover pressure from before. She rubbed soothing circles on Reiaki’s temples. “You’re still waking up…”

Reiaki shook her head vehemently and ripped herself away from Juri’s gentle hold.

Through her spinning vision, her dilated plum eyes zeroed in on the bright red finger marks circling around Juri’s throat.

Oh god, Reiaki felt dizzy. She felt like she could throw up.

It all hurts.

It all was horrifying.

She wanted to cry.

The cries from the nearest bedroom raised, turning into full-on wails.

Reiaki jerked away. “Ayato…!”

Juri took Reiaki’s shoulders and gently guided her to the couch. “Shhh, he’s alright. Ayato is alright.”

“He’s crying too…” Reiaki whispered in a daze, hardly noticing the teardrop that was running down her cheek. “Just like he was…”

Juri kneeled in front of Reiaki. She reached up and dusted away the teardrop with her finger. “Ayato was just startled. He is alright.”

“Th-there’s no blood on the walls…”

“There’s no blood on the walls.”

“That person… that person isn’t here…”

“Yes, that person isn’t here.”

“But… b-but I keep h-hurting you…”

Juri’s already-gentle hold on Reiaki loosened. She retracted her hands and settled them on Reiaki’s lap.

That, she didn’t expect.

She gently shook Reiaki’s hand. “Reiaki-chan, look at me.”

Reiaki shook her head and slinked away. “I-I can’t… I’ll hurt you again—”

“Reiaki-chan…” Juri whispered. She picked up Reiaki’s hand and guided it to her right arm. She slipped Reiaki’s hand underneath her sleeve, pushing the sleeve to her elbows.

Reiaki shuddered, feeling the rough texture that protruded from Juri’s inner forearm.

Craggly and jagged compared to the rest of Juri’s plush, smooth skin.

“You never need to worry about me,” Juri said. She tilted her head to the side and smiled reassuringly. “I’ve been through it all. You won’t hurt me.”

“There’s nothing you could ever do to hurt me.”

This isn’t my bed…

Her heavy eyelids barely lifted open, and she slowly shifted her position, the dangling sound of metals stopping her before she could move some more.

The hell…?

She closed her eyes again. It didn’t take long for her to realize that her arms were raised above her head and she tiredly squirmed against the cold metal that bound her wrists to the headboard.

“Miku-chan! You’re finally awake!”

In her sleepy, delirious state, Miku slowly turned her head.

A hazy figure quickly made a beeline to her, caging her with their arms. They nuzzled their head under her chin, their short hair tickling her neck.

The mysterious figure pulled back. “Hold on, I’ll go bring some water.”

It was a man’s voice…

She listened distractedly as she heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps getting further and further away.

Too drained to do anything, Miku closed her eyes yet again.

When did I fall asleep…?

What time is it…?

Oh right… I’m supposed to head to Akiba for—

A pair of cold lips pressed aggressively against hers, forcing her mouth open and allowing warm water to flow inside her mouth.

Her eyes shot open and she jerked her head back further into her pillow. She choked on the water and turned away, coughing up the liquid.

“Whoa, there…”

Miku’s coughs died down and water dribbled down her chin as she gazed back at the nameless figure with her unfocused eyes.

She gasped in horror and immediately winced at the pain that shot up from her shoulders, chest, abdomen, and lower region.

Now she was definitely fully awake.

The room was compact and somewhat minimally decorated, minus the bed that she was attached to and the desk on the far end. Although, it was impossible to tell what color the walls were.

Because from floor to ceiling were posters, magazine cutouts, and printed photos…

Of…

Her…

In various costumes she had worn onstage or in photoshoots throughout her career, the many outfits she had worn to several different airports, even selfies that she had posted to social media.

“Easy, now, don’t move around so much. Wouldn’t want you reopening your wounds,” the man said, gently caressing her abdomen over the blanket that had been covering her.

Miku shuddered under his touch and looked away.

“Nothing too major,” he said. “I had some trouble getting all the glass out of your beautiful body, but you’ll live.”

“‘Glass’…?” Miku hesitantly repeated. “Who are you… what did you do to me…?”

He pointed to himself. “Me? Not a thing, I’m just a loyal fan that saved you from that miserable crash.”

Miku narrowed her eyes at him.

Hold on…

Crash…?

That’s right… she was driving with her manager just earlier…

Miku almost shot up. “Ikeishi-san!”

She hissed, cringing at the sharp pain across her body.

“Don’t worry, my Miku-chan,” the man cooed, running his hands along her bandaged sternum. “You are, after all, a majestic witch who can perform the greatest of magic! See?” With that, he yanked the blanket away and the cold air hit Miku.

Miku almost brought her arms down to shield herself from the man’s view, the cold handcuffs around her wrists holding her in place.

All of the clothes she recalled wearing before were completely gone, leaving her only with bandages wrapped over her stomach, chest, and shoulders in a haphazard fashion.

Miku did another once-over of the room she was in before landing on the man above her again, her eyes wide in terror.

“What did you do…?” she asked again, her voice far more quiet this time.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile. His hand slowly trailed down body, towards her middle.

“I’ve brought you somewhere safe, where no one will hurt you…”

Miku turned her head to the side, avoiding the man’s gaze. Her own calmness surprised her. Perhaps she wasn’t as awake as she thought she was to fully grasp the situation.

Or maybe—

Ow— what the…

There was a familiar soreness and sensitivity that arose when his fingers made their way to her core. And there was a slickness that didn’t belong there.

Oh…

That horrendous smell, that slimy feeling…

“You screwed me while I was out…” was all Miku could mutter.

He paused.

He slowly slinked his hand away, wiping away the fluid on Miku’s clit and dragging it upward towards her lower belly.

“That reminds me… Now that you’re awake, there’s something I have to ask you…”

Miku said nothing and refused to look at him.

“You know…” he began. “Idols are supposed to cater to their fans and it’s their life’s duty to be their fan’s everything. Save their love for their fans…”

He grabbed her hair at the crown of her head and yanked at it, forcing Miku to look up at him. She cried at the sudden tug and met his eyes.

She cowered back.

Her vision had not yet stabilized, but there was no doubting that sinister look of rage in his eyes.

“But you’re no virgin.”

He made absolutely certain to say each word clearly for her to hear.

Miku gulped.

“You whored yourself, destroyed your purity… you betrayed me… how could you…?” He let go of her hair, dropping her back onto the mattress.

Her breath hitched upon impact.

“‘How could you’… huh…?”

She didn’t realize she’d said that out loud.

So this is what it’s all come to…

“Ha… You’ve got one thing right…” Miku croaked. The corner of her lips lifted.

But her eyes didn’t match the energy of her own smile.

“I destroyed my purity…” Miku said tiredly. She tilted her head back to stare at the dim ceiling lights.

She closed her eyes and she was standing at the center of the stage. The glare from the illuminating stage lights made the view in front of her one massive blur. The cheers, the applause, the show of excitement that was solely for her and her music.

It only made her more excited.

And so much more guilty.

When her eyelids fluttered open, she was still in the same bedroom. Chained to the bed, countless pictures of herself plastered to the walls.

"Just a disgusting slut… ruined the life of the little girl whose only dream was to shine brightly on the big stage and make people happy with her music…”

Everything shattered… ever since then…

Miku Shirazuki was a thirteen year old girl who just passed through the auditions for Universal Key Entertainment, an entertainment agency that dominated the pop industry for several years. All that was left was to sign a contract and then she could begin to take the first steps to idolhood.

A man seemingly in his early fifties smiled warmly. “Congratulations for making it this far, Miku Shirazuki-san.”

The young girl beamed. “Thank you! I’ve always been a huge fan of the idols from Universal Key so I’m glad to finally be here, Hayashida-san!”

The older man, Hayashida, chuckled heartily. “Glad you’re a big fan.”

Hayashida turned his laptop screen around for Miku to see.

Front and center on his laptop was a web page of an idol girl group. Under the bright stage lights, just overall having fun onstage while the crowd cheered them on.

“Because see, just a year ago, nobody knew who these girls were,” he said warmly. “And then as soon as they made their debut, they took top spots on every music show. That’s how fast I can make this happen.”

“I want to be just like them…” Miku said in awe.

Satisfied, Hayashida got up from his chair.

“I will be more than happy to have you in this agency, Miku-san,” he said as he approached the young girl.

Miku was too zeroed in on the idol groups’ stage presence through the computer screen to notice him.

More important than the girls themselves or the music they performed to…

Although spectacular…

The colors that surrounded the idols were incredibly dazzling. There was that vividness and magnificence that Miku never saw with anyone offstage. It was too beautiful—

Her thoughts were interrupted when Hayashida picked up strands of Miku’s metallic blue locks, raking his wrinkly fingers through them.

Miku flinched, but quickly gathered herself. Through furrowed brows and beads of sweat forming, smiled politely while she fidgeted with her fingers. “Oh, um…”

Hayashida’s face dropped.

“I thought you wanted to be an idol.”

Miku lowered her head, her eyes locked onto her feet. “I-I mean I do…” she said, her voice shaking. “I love singing more than anything and I want to make the crowd smile…”

Hayashida hooked his finger under the hem of Miku’s tshirt. He leaned in and sniffed at Miku’s neck, his beard tickling her neck and sending a dark chill down her spine. “So let me make you a star, darling… You need me to make it big in this industry.”

Miku’s knees began to buckle. “This is the only way…?”

The older man chuckled and walked around her, blocking her from the door. “Don’t ask that like it’s a bad thing, Miku-san. You want this contract to make your future fans happy? Then I’m your best option. You just need to do as I say whenever I call for you… and when I assign a manager to you, you never say a word about this to them…”

Part of her wanted to back away or dash out the door behind her.

Yet her feet were glued to the floor.

She could just run the other way, couldn’t she…?

Through her bangs, she caught sight of the idols on Hayashida’s laptop. The happy applause from the audience, the stage ambience, the music…

The colors she could see…

Trembling, her arms fell to her sides.

Hayashida smirked and balled his fist on Miku’s skirt.

And with a harsh tug, he yanked it down.

A tear ran down her cheek.

What was she going to do, anyway?

Mr. CEO ended up keeping up his end of the deal.

In exchange for letting him do whatever he wanted with my body whenever he wanted, he promoted the crap out of my music.

The fan base grew exponentially right from the first day and I ranked first in every music show.

Miku curled up into a ball on her dormitory bed, pressing her cell phone to her ear and all lights in the room shut off.

“Miku…” said her mother on the other end of the phone line with her warm voice, “how’s idol work? Are you having fun?”

Miku’s eyes blankly traveled to a pair of leggings that were laid in pieces by her door. “Mom, um…” she muttered, holding back the overwhelming urge to cry.

Her lips curled into a smile despite the bead of tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes. “It’s great! A lot of people listen to my music! The staff and producers treat me really well!”

The older man’s big build practically towered over Miku’s small frame. He grabbed her shoulder, shoving her face right into the lacquer desk as he rammed into her ass from behind.

She blinked back the tears. “Can you believe it, mom? I have fans!”

A mysterious figure banged on the women’s bathroom stall. “Miku Shirazuki!” a mysterious man cried. “I’m a huge fan!”

“I always told myself it was worth it…”

Miku dropped the stuffed bear she received at a fanmeet earlier that day, a small camera tumbling out of where the bear’s eye should be.

“That I could endure it all…”

Even in the middle of the night, strangers followed her to her dormitory, claiming to be her biggest fans.

“Because…”

Miku set the handwritten letter down on her desk.

‘Dear Miku Shirazuki,’

‘We’ve never met, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. I’ve been a fan of yours since debut and my life has seriously changed for the better ever since. Situation at home is dicey. My dad beats me and my mom, my grades in school are plummeting, everything is just going wrong. Sometimes it’s too much to handle.

But you and your music makes me feel like I can be safe in even the worst of homes. It’s thanks to you that I could get through all of that. I can escape to a fantasy world when I listen to you and I don’t have to worry about life at home as much. It’s been the best of times and I know there will be happier moments with you to come. Thank you so, so, so much for making me laugh and helping me live a better life through your music and vlogs! Thank you for everything!’

She sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, the shooting pain in her abdomen and chest no longer bothering her.

“Because I had the best fans in the world…”

Through her glassy, blurred vision, she could just barely make out the face of the man hovering over her. But what did it matter, anyway? Her last moments were going to be here and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Miku-chan… when you say it like that!” He pecked Miku’s lips.

She jerked her head back and turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

“Okay, I’ll forgive you and your slutty body! No one can love you like I do…” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. He pressed his lips against hers. Harder, this time. He pulled away slightly, a big smile overtaking his previously dark expression. “Only I can love you despite such a whorish past…!”

Miku flinched and squeezed her legs shut.

“Because now no one can have you except me.”

Juri sighed, feeling the warm water trickle down from her hair to her ice-cold skin. 

The rugged lines that scarred her fingertips grazed over her snow-white breasts and midriff, gently removing the perfumey pomegranate-scented soap suds off.

She stilled, allowing the warm running water to do the work for her.

Covering the entirety of her backside were clusters of long, narrow, jagged shapes that protruded from her skin.

Her fingers stopped at her wrist and forearm. She raised her arm above her head and spread out her fingers, shielding her eyes from the falling water. She watched as the soap suds slowly washed away, revealing three small lines of what used to be deep gashes along her right forearm.

A small clapping noise caught her attention.

Juri looked down and smiled.

Ayato, who was far too short for the tub, smacked his tiny hands on the rims and tried to bring one of his chunky legs over the bathtub.

“Ayato, my love…” she said in English. “How did you get in here?”

Ayato ignored her and continued attempting to climb over the tub with all his might.

Juri laughed as she crouched down and gently set him back down on the bathroom floor with her wet hands. “You’ve had your bath already. Could you let mama have a turn?”

She smiled lovingly as she poked Ayato’s plump cheek. The toddler squealed heartily in turn and began clumsily running to the door and back to the bathtub.

She could watch the little baby laugh all day if she could. The silly things he would do for no reason whatsoever. She had no idea what went on in that head of his and it just filled her heart with joy. “Ayato? Could you close the door, please?”

Ayato stared at his mother in wonder before walking against the door until it clicked close. He looked back at Juri once more.

She applauded him with a caring smile. “That’s my strong boy, thank you.”

Ayato smiled cheekily and dashed back over to the bathtub, fruitlessly trying to hop into the bathtub once more, the tub’s walls serving as a hurdle for him.

My baby… Juri chuckled and lifted him off the bathtub yet again.

I am troubled…

Reiaki oba-chan is growing more and more distressed with each passing day…

Her condition was beginning to stabilize until the news got to her…

And it would seem her anxiety will not subside unless it is confirmed that Miku Shirazuki is located and unharmed.

What to do?

Do something about it myself and get this all over with more quickly…

Her eyes took notice of her fingers that trembled slightly from being away from the hot water for too long. She stood back up and got beneath the shower head, allowing the running water to soothe her tremors.

Ayato, in turn, wailed and reached for the rim of the tub yet again.

Or put my own safety at risk… Then who would be there to protect this child…?

Juri shook her head. I won’t do it… the detectives will handle it.

She shut off the shower.

Why must I take part in any of this?

She stepped over Ayato and dried herself off with a nearby towel. Wrapping herself with the white towel that almost blended into her snow white skin, she crouched down and lifted Ayato off the floor, making her way to her bedroom right across the hall.

Juri gently kicked the door shut behind her and made her way to one corner of her room. She set Ayato on his back on top of her unkempt bed and threw on a new nightgown and seated herself in front of her small table. Ayato scrambled and kicked about before finally managing to roll onto his round belly and scrambling to his feet and tugging at his mother’s damp, unruly hair.

Juri paid him no mind and signed in to her laptop.

Her wallpaper was a full photo collage of Ayato, from when he was barely a few weeks out of the NICU to photos from his recent first birthday.

She opened a general browser and typed in the search bar: ‘miku shirazuki car crash’.

Juri cruised through several websites.

‘Pop idol Miku Shirazuki reported missing following a deadly car accident that took place in Yokohama on December third…’ Juri read. ‘The idol’s vehicle was discovered in a container yard’…

Juri leaned back until her back hit the side of her bed, completely ignoring the toddler playfully tugging at her hair and the straps of her nightgown.

In a container yard…

A Yokohama container yard…

Juri shifted in her seat and was ready to close the tab before pausing. No… Yokohama is such a large city… and in the five days Miku Shirazuki-san hasn’t been found, she very well may not be in Yokohama anymore.

However…

Juri closed the tab.

Perhaps I do have a chance…

The cursor moved to a colorful icon at the bottom of the screen and clicked.

While she was waiting for the browser to boot up, she removed her damp wavy locks from Ayato’s grip and headed for her dresser across the room. She pulled open the middle drawer, revealing stacks of folded clothes. With one hand, she slightly lifted up one of the stacks. She used her other hand to lodge her thumb nail into the bottom edge of the drawer.

With a bit of struggle, Juri pushed at the board with her finger, pushing it forward while holding up her folded clothes with her free hand.

The bottom board slid aside, revealing another compartment beneath it.

Inside was a flat-screened pad with a seam down the middle and was no larger than the size of her hand.

Ayato watched Juri set the drawer back to the way it was. He fumbled as he tried to sit upright and toppled over the edge of the bed with a giggle.

Almost on instinct, Juri rushed over faster than she could blink, capturing the toddler before he could fall to the floor.

Eyes wide and panting heavily, she took a second to herself to gather her thoughts.

“Whew, Ayato…” Juri said softly as she set him upright on his feet and carefully examined him. She chuckled lightly and pressed the crown of her head onto his round belly, giving him a light headbutt. “Look at you… rolling off the bed, you silly boy…”

She seated herself in front of her table. And this time, she plopped a giggling Ayato on her lap, wrapping an arm around his round belly so he wouldn’t roll away.

Ayato… Juri thought as she plugged in the cord from the flat-screened pad into her laptop. You could have hit your head just now and… and…

She pushed aside the two boards, exposing a screen lying just below it.

She held the screen to her right eye.

Holding back the urge to blink, her eye began to water slightly. Through her peripheral vision, she caught her laptop screen shift to a different page.

Juri shut both of her eyes tightly as she lowered the pad. She wiped aggressively at her watering eyes, removing a single eyelash and placing it on the surface.

The laptop screen shifted to another page.

Satisfied, she swiped the eyelash off the pad and onto the tissue paper. She took her thumb nail and began scraping at the skin around her nail on her other hand. Soon enough, the skin surrounding the nail began to tear off, even drawing dark crimson blood.

Without even batting an eye, Juri placed the bloody hangnail onto the surface of the small tablet.

While waiting for the laptop screen to switch, she reached for the tissue, wrapping it around her bloodied finger.

Ayato squirmed on Juri’s lap, wanting to see what his mother was up to.

Juri squished his cheeks with her clean hand. “Don’t worry, baby. Mama’s okay.”

She was met with a long list of different codes.

She slowly skimmed through the codes, replacing specific lines with new ones and imputing new information to the codes. She hummed and typed in:

‘03/12/XXXX’

‘Area code: 045’

Taking over her laptop screen was a new page full of police reports from the Yokohama police station, all noted by a familiar name. If anything, files transcribed by this particular officer, Juri knew all too well that he knew what he was talking about.

Juri cradled the fussy toddler in her arms as she carefully read through the reports on her laptop.

No tire tracks, all blood is contained within the vehicle, so there aren’t any blood trails to be found or any kind of footprints at the scene…

The vehicle’s floor mats have been sent to a forensics lab for analysis, but results have yet to be announced…

Juri adjusted her seating position, taking care to not drop the toddler.

Unless…?

She wrapped an arm around Ayato’s belly, holding the hyperactive baby in place as she typed single-handedly. “Alright,” Juri said in English, “If this is heading where I think this is heading, I’ll need a list of supplies.”

When there was no response, Juri peered over her shoulder.

“Did you get that? I’m going to…”

“Need…”

Her sentence slowly trailed off into silence as she realized no one was behind her.

She did a quick once-over of her bedroom.

Oh…

She stared down at her screen, her eyes unfocused and in a daze.

Just what am I doing…?

She patted Ayato’s head distractedly. “It would seem that old habits don’t just die so easily…”

Ayato squealed and nuzzled his head against her chest. Juri leaned back, her back hitting her bed and she stared up at the ceiling with a deep exhale.

“Ayato? Perhaps I should stop speaking to you in English,” she said in Japanese. “Speaking with you in English and dabbling in these little activities seem to have brought back some habits that should have disappeared long ago.”

Ayato ignored her and started fumbling with Juri’s knit cardigan.

Juri chuckled and wrapped her arms around Ayato, careful to not let him roll off of her. She nuzzled her cheek on his head. “Oh, who am I kidding…?” she muttered in English. Ayato lifted his small head, registering what his mother just said.

She sighed. “What am I to do, my son? We might have a chance of locating Reiaki oba-chan’s friend… but the risk of getting caught is far too great…”

She shook her head.

“Don’t you think you should be using your strength to do what’s right?”

Juri shut her eyes and sighed. You told me that days ago at Ayato’s birthday party, Ichiro-san… why must I hear those words again?

However…

Is this truly something only I can do…?

Would it be worth it…?

The sight of her roommate’s torment wasn’t leaving her head. The anguish that Reiaki experienced nightly and the series of recent events that was bringing it all back.

Would you finally be at peace if I did something?

She set Ayato back on her bed, to which he rolled over so he was lying on his stomach and staring at his mother curiously.

She lifted the bottom of her sheets, revealing the white platform bed frame. She pulled out one of the drawers at the foot of the bed frame.

Hidden inside was a container, its lid concealing the view of the contents inside from her.

Still, she knew exactly what was stashed inside.

She bit her bottom lip.

Is it really worth it…?

Juri clutched the bedsheets and lightly kissed the top of Ayato’s head. “My love…” she murmured against his white hair, “I hope you don’t wind up suffering because of another mistake I’m about to make…”

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[hypnosisyan]

ichiro yamada ✰ yandere headcanons

requested by — @theknightssecrets

tw / stalking

if you happened to be ichiro’s darling, you’re in luck! he’s one of the most caring yanderes out of the cast and is gentle too… as gentle as a yandere can get.

however, everyone’s resident big brother is unfortunately very clingy. he won’t abduct you and keep you in his home because he already has to take care of his siblings, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t track you down, hacking into your phone to see who you’re texting and talking to…

his brothers notice his strange behavior over time. it’s obvious that their dear ichinii is in love! while they’re skeptical of you at first, it doesn’t take much for jiro and saburo to warm up to you, welcoming their new neesan/niisan.

ichiro knows his behavior is wrong. he’s watched enough anime to know whats gotten into him! yet… it feels so right to know that you get home safe every night, watching you in the shadows like some sort of protector.

the world is dangerous… ichiro doesn’t want you getting hurt! he has a reason to lurk in these shadows, watching your every move, making sure that nothing ever happens to you. and he especially does not want you anywhere near a certain snow haired male and his crew.

other than being an obsessive stalker, he’s actually a very sweet boy! he’s easy to fluster, and you get to see a softer, less mature version of him. ichiro never had time to grow up, afterall, but some part of you made him feel his age.

he’s sweet. very sweet, very affectionate. you’re a familiar face to the yamadas now, often dropping by their house to spend time with ichiro.

the two of you probably meet at a bookstore, reaching for the last manga on the shelf. it’s cliché, really. like a shoujo manga, and ichiro had always dreamed of having a shoujo manga-like teenage romance. only if his teen years weren’t robbed by delinquency and growing up too fast…

ichiro isn’t going to let this chance slip away. you’re adorable, he thinks, with your red cheeks and wide eyes once you recognize him. ichiro yamada, former member of the dirty dawg and current leader of ikebukuro’s buster bros. and here you are in a bookstore touching hands because you reach for the same manga copy…

“ah, you like this one, too? it’s a classic!” he grins at you and you feel your heart skip a beat. no way, and now he’s talking to you!

“u-um… yeah! it’s a favorite of mine… i read it online before, but i wanted to get a physical copy,” you explain, and soon ichiro and you converse for hours. he takes you out for coffee and walks you home. he’s sweet, you think.

you both exchange numbers and you spend all night talking to him. though little do you know, the closer you two get, he breaks more boundaries. from stalking you, constantly following you in the shadows to acquiring your personal information through hacking. who knows, one day he’ll break into your home and steal some of your possessions, maybe something like your clothing…

but ichiro wouldn’t do that? he’s too sweet… or, that’s what you think.

n’s notes — hi! i’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this. i’m actually kinda…? proud of this, so i hope you like it. thank you for waiting!

[kewkcommissions]

A full-detail commission for @stars-sunglasses-and-sodapop of themselves with her f/os Ichiro Yamada from Hypnosis Mic and Shizou Heiwajima from Durarara (needles to say, you definitely don't want to mess with these three!) 💘💘💘

[alternate versions under the cut]

[hot-mic-imagines]

I'm new to this and I really love your writing. Can I ask you the scenarios of all the boys with their male yandere s/o? Just keep it SFW. Please keep up your good work. I'll support you.

Sorry, I have a max of 3 characters for ask unless its TDD... If you want the others, you are free to send a request when I reopen them! Glad that you like my things! 

Warning! Even if is SFW is a little violent and all that stuff that comes with yanderes!

BUSTER BROS YANDERE SCENARIOS

Ichiro

It started with simple things, like hiding things so you came back looking for them; insisting so you stayed the night; because it was late, because it was dangerous. Then He started offering to accompany you to almost everywhere because ‘It’s a mess out there’. You condoned it because you thought that his controlling demeanor came from his insecurity and how much he suffered in the past. Until that day.

You were getting ready for a job meeting in Yamada's bathroom. Ichiro was cleaning breakfast. When you came out from the little bathroom, Ichiro went to meet you with his usual big smile. That was till he saw what you were wearing. ‘You can go out with that’ It started, it continued with both of you screaming. When Ichiro couldn't handle it anymore, he just grabbed you and locked you in his room. 

-It hurts me doing this to you, but I won't let any other man see you! I'm not going to let anyone take you from me! We are going to be happy and start a family with Jiro and Saburo… I love you so much

Jiro

You just got outside the store and started looking for your classmate that left before you to get a call. You didn't see him and were looking for him, when a cry and a hit came from the alley besides the store. You decided to go with caution and with your phone with the police number on it just in case, you hope. You didn't know what happened, and pretty sure you didn't want to know. On the floor was your companion, and in front of him it was another classmate, Jiro. You were so shocked that your phone slipped from your hand. And he heard. You were paralized in the floor as you see him come for you, his hands were a little red, surely not coming from himself.

-Uh, oh… Sorry you have to see this…- Jiro bent down so his eyes were at your level-. But don't worry, I made sure he doesn't approach you ever again. You know… this thing will almost never happen if you, you know…- Jiro started to blush and couldn't keep his gaze in you- dated me me? 

Saburo 

It was Saburo's first crush. You were a friend from Jiro that came home to help him with the upcoming test. Even If at first he thought of you as an unpleasant visit thinking you were the same as Jiro, you marked a difference. When Jiro tried to start something with him, you stopped Jiro and put him in his place. When Jiro and you take a break from your private lessons, you saw that book that Saburo was reading and started to talk about the author with him. It was the first time Saburo felt understood. He started to look up for your next visit, with a new book so you can talk about it when you get tired of the stupidity that Jiro released.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wants to impress you. He wants to know more about you. He searched for you in all kinds of databases, stalked all your social media, he knew where you live, what is your favourite color… But it was not enough, he wanted more; it was time to start to think how He’s going to get it.

[ohayou-ikebukuro-imagines]

Hello sorry to bother and I do not know how to askyou but how would the Buster Bros be like Yanderes? 

Ooh; you guys should know that yanderes are one if my weaknesses and I have a soft spot for them. I do not condone this type of behavior IRL though so if anyone you know acts yandere-ish, run. Thanks for the request ~ 💕

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Ichiro :

The "Nice Guy" Yandere

He's really sweet when you first meet him

But as time goes on and you get closer, you'll start to notice little things about him

Like the way he stares at you for a little too long or how he somehow learned your whole schedule and little things about you that you don't remember talking about

But he's always so friendly that you blow it off

Eventually, that all takes a turn as he snaps one day and decides that you've gotten close enough and it's time to have you all to himself

He'll ask you out and if you say yes, then things will go smoothly for a while until he starts becoming jealous and possessive, almost to the point where he needs to know what you're doing at all times

Claims that he's doing it out if love

If you say no, then basically you have no choice because he'll snatch you up and lock you away from the rest of the world so that you'll be only his

Would kill for you

Jiro :

The "Clingy" Yandere

Always wants to be close to you

At first you think it's sweet but then you start to think that it's becoming creepy

He'll be overly touchy with you in terms of leaning on you, stroking your hair, holding your hand, etc.

He'll abandon his hobbies just to be with you

Gets jealous when you talk to others that he poses as a possible love interest, which is everyone

In a relationship, he'll always make you confirm that you love him and that you won't leave him

He'll be very possessive and would never want to leave your side

Will beg you to forgive him if he screws up, even for a little thing

Sometimes he knows he's fine, but he just likes to hear you reassure him that everything is fine

If anyone looks at you for too long, he'll throw hands and it'll be brutal if someone doesn't intervene

Saburo :

The "Manipulative" Yandere

Cmon, you saw this coming

He's very clever so he'll find different ways to make you subject to him

At first it started with small lies, then eventually guilt tripping

His goal is to isolate you out so that he can have you all to himself

He'll probably go onto the deep web and order hitmen to take out the people closest to you one by one because hey, it's not him doing it

If you need to be comforted, you know that he's by your side in an instant

He'll do this often to make sure he's the only one you rely on

When you do think you fully trust him, that's when he takes you home and asks you out, to make sure that you'll say yes 100%

He's the only thing you need

Won't kill for you directly, isn't about getting his hands bloody

[matenrou-fan]

Ayup it's been awhile since I saw someone write for Hypmic, especially the yan one and ur writing skill is pretty good! Also, may I ask for some Ichiro yan hc?

Yandere! Ichiro with NB! darling

Hi! First thing first - thank you very much, love! Also, you didn't specify what exactly you want reader to be - fem, male or nb so I write nb...!

NB reader, stalking, manipulation, mention of marriage and being locked, Jiro and Saburo being an assholes a little bit, mention of fight;; 1736 words

It all start so harmless and cute.. You was living in Ikebukuro, and sometimes pay a visit to Ichiro in Odd jobs Yamada. You know that he and his brothers always willing to help civilians in their division, buying groceries for old people or helping to fix something easy as sink or little hole in the ceiling.

Ichiro smile so wide every time you get inside his office, asking shyly for help. You always was so kind, apologizing for distracting him from other works and thanking him for any help he gives you. You even bring some sweet sometimes for his brothers, aren't you an angel? Even Jiro and Saburo, who's don't really like to share their precious old brother with anyone else, was not that grumpy when it was you.

So sweet and so cute, always trying to be as kind and polite as you can, you quickly captured his heart. He didn't even notice how he start missing you. So much clients every day, sometimes their stories was so interesting and fun, and they ask for such variety kind of help, but.. but it's not you. Even when you just ask him to buy you something in store cause you was really sick, he feel like he was obligated to run there as fast as he can, dropping all his others task. The thought of seeing your face again.. it's just make his heart beats faster, as he wonder how he can help you even more.

"Here all that you asked for..! Hehe, I also bought you this herbal tea, it's always help me when I have cold. Mm? Oh, no, no, you don't need to pay me for this, it's just a gift, you can take it as a little support, get well soon, okay..?"

Ichiro is really easygoing, he trying to be friendly with everyone, so of course he quickly become your friend. He still was not sure what he feels towards you - is it really love or he just excited to meet someone so precious and interesting as you? Anyways, he need to stick around with you just to see how everything will turn out.

He start to invite you to visit his house for dinner. Don't even try to say no..! He cooks all dishes himself, you can't resist something like that, don't you? He may be not that rich but he always make sure to have enough food in his house not only for himself and his brothers, but for friends too, so don't be shy..! You can even watch anime after that, aren't this great? But don't get surprised when Jiro will defiantly sit between you two.

I feel like despite Ichiro being pretty clever he also pretty naive, so while he still thinking about his feelings, his brothers (especially Saburo) will realize that he's totally in love. So of course they need to do something until he will finally realized that himself, they don't want to lose their big bro! Ichiro will be quite surprised when he notice how much their behavior change towards you, Jiro being grumpy and Saburo start to be a smartass so you will feel uncomfortable in their house. And then it would be their turn to be surprised as he suddenly stand up for you. He always scold his brothers when they get carried away too much, but now.. now they notice that he was much more aggressive than before, as he was actually mad at them.

They was still annoyed by your persistence but now keep themselves silent, cause Ichiro keep looking at them with furrow brows everytime you visit him.

But the thing that finally open his eyes to his heart and let him realise how he actually feel towards you was one little episode. He was walking in streets after helping one needy family to fix they wardrobe, as the door of wardrobe was broken. His mood was so good after hearing so much compliments and thanks from mother of family, her little kids remind him of his brothers when they was very young.. And then, as if this day can't get any better, he notice you figure a little far away..!

..but all his happiness fade away immediately as he notice that you was not alone but with another guy. His heart skip a beat as he feels his breath become much heavier. He don't know if he was just your friend or even boyfriend, but he feel so envy and jealous right now.. Why is he so close?! What if he trying to flirt with you?! Ichiro watches you two carefully, trying to understand what you saying and if you have any blush at your cheeks.

In that day he stalks you two for whole hour, wondering what kind of relationship between you and him. As this guy walks you home, Ichiro decided to check him out a little bit.. Just to, you know, make sure he's not that bad as he looks.. He stalk him to home, now knowing his address and his appearance.

When Ichiro finally returns to his own home, he was so tired and annoyed. Even his brothers notice how sad he was, despite him trying to hide it. They try to talk with him, really worried , but he was too busy creating a plan for his next steps.

Of course he will use all his contacts to get all info about this guy. Although he try to assure himself that he just wants to make sure that you are alright and safe, he honestly wishes to find something dirty to him, so he would look like a hero who save you from bad guy.

But he didn't find anything, and this jealous keep nagget him. He feel himself so powerless, as he have no idea what to do next and he can't help but keep wondering... what if you meets again? What if you two start date? What if you forget about Ichiro? He can't allow that, you just so precious to him..! He may not show it but he have so much stress in his life, supporting two little brothers all to himself is pretty hard, and you the only one who's makes his soul feel much easier, you makes him feel so warm, so happy, so.. so possessive.

So he start to act more serious. Inviting you to his house more often, trying to lure you for staying with him as long as you can. He would try to find anime with more series and interesting plot so it would be hard for you to stop in the middle of season.

"Don't worry, it's still not that dark outside, we can watch a little bit more.. Aren't you interested how their fight would end..?" - he smiles at you softly, slowly taking your hand in his - "Even if you got carried away and stay too late, you always can sleep in my house.. I don't mind that sudden sleepover"

Always cooking your favourite dishes, let you pick any anime that you wanting to watch, helping you with groceries.. he being so so kind, then why you keep hang out with that guy everytime when Ichiro decided to stalk you a little bit?

There's no other choice... Yes, Ichiro is always so kind and good, golden retriever boyfriend, but even he has a dark side. You probably don't know but he used to be such an infamous delinquent, there wasn’t a single person in Ikebukuro who didn’t know his name, and not for good things. Why don't he let himself recapture this cruel emotionless side of him for one moment?

He will never hurt you. But it's doesn't mean he will not give a little lesson to this guy, as he stalk him again, this time pretty late at night. It was already so dark and he changes his casual jacket to black hoodie, hiding his face. As they both get closer to one of shady street, Ichiro quickly drag him in small alley.

It was quite a while ago when he fights with his fists, not with Hypmic, but he was still pretty strong. He thought about knocking this poor guy almost instantly, but then decided to play a little bit with him. The more painful it would, the more longer your friend would remember this warning.

"Don't even try to get closer to s/o ever again.." - this was the last thing that he hear before fall unconscious, Ichiro panting a little, standing on top of him. He sigh tiredly but with a little smirk on his face. It's feel so much better now, as he relieve all his stress.

Oh, how surprised he would be when few days later you will complain to him about your friend that suddenly stop talking with you.

"How can he?! You such an interesting person, he just didn't realize yet what a precious friend he lost..!" - Ichiro comforts you, as he hug you tightly, his hand on your head, gently patting you.

Oh, but that's mean you will finally pay more attention to him, don't you? Ah, how he wishes just to lock you inside his house, all to himself, as he can be sure that no other guys will ever touch or even talk with his precious angel..!

But he has brothers, and it would be much hard with them around. He can't help but wondering about you two.. When his brothers would grow up and live all by themselves, and you two will be more mature, he.. he will totally marry you, keep you inside his house forever and be such a good loving husband! He already get used to work hard, and he will work hard in future too just to be able to support you, so there's no need for you to work. Just to be his precious little partner, and sitting home, waiting for him after work with the same cute bright eyes and soft smile, as you have right now..

But until then, he will stay alert, scaring away all guys who will ever try to talk with you, slowly making you fall for him.

"Today was great, don't you think?" - he smile so wide everytime you two hang out together - "We totally should meet tomorrow too.. And day after tomorrow, and after that too..."

"Ah, we just need to be always together, don't you think?♡"

[END]

[busterbby]

𝐓 AGS

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[hypmic-writings]

yandere dirty dawg hcs!

Yanderes are my one and only true fear, ngl, but this was entirely too much fun to write haha! Also, to give credit, I used this site as a reference point for types of yanderes~

Ichiro:

Ichiro would be the stalker type of yandere

he may not talk to you initially

or maybe he wouldn’t even talk to you at all 

but he would follow you everywhere you go

and be hidden from your sight 

the boy knows everything about you

literally everything 

he’s called in favors to all sorts of people begging for information about you

he knows everything from your favorite restaurant 

to the length at which you prefer to grow your fingernails before cutting them

of course he knows your entire schedule by heart

and can easily watch you go from class to work to home 

he’s snuck into your house countless times

either to steal some of your things

or just to lie on your bed and pretend that you’re there with him

sometimes you get the feeling that somebody’s watching you

but he would never get caugh

he’s too good for that

Samatoki:

Samatoki would be the overprotective type of yandere 

he’s also never going to think that there’s something wrong with the way he acts

he’s constantly hovering over you

and marking your every movement

to make sure that you’re safe and accounted for

like ramuda, he doesn’t want you going anywhere by yourself

samatoki will go to great lengths to keep you safe

but this could mean tying you up if he thinks it’s unsafe for you to leave

or making sure that you’re somewhere he can protect you at all times

however, unlike ramuda, the reason is because he doesn’t want you to get hurt - not because he needs to be with you at all times

if anyone remotely threatens your relationship, samatoki will terminate them

whether it’s a friend that’s jealous of your relationship

and ex that wants you back

or even someone that’s voicing a disagreeing opinion on your relationship with samatoki

he’s going to find them and make sure that they never hurt you

ever.

again.

Ramuda:

I wrote a scenario for yandere!ramuda here

but overall ramuda is going to be a clingy/possessive yandere

he wouldn’t want you to go out anywhere unless he was with you

and he would definitely not let you be alone with another boy without him being with you

he’s going to keep close tabs on your phone

including who you text and call

and will be latched onto your arm at all times

if you want to go somewhere, he has to be with you

but around your friends and family he’ll act totally normal

even though deep down he despises anyone that comes too close to you

he wants to be the only boy you ever look at

won’t hesitate to kill or seriously injure another person for flirting with you

even if it was harmless

because you’re his and nobody else’s

Jakurai:

Jakurai is going to be the obsessive type of yandere 

he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on

you’re perfect in his eyes and can do absolute nothing wrong

anyone who says anything differently is unnecessary 

and will ultimately be removed

forcefully by jakurai if necessary

he keeps photos of you with him at all times 

regardless of whether your dating at the time

and will often look to keep you where he can admire you

he’s going to want you to be his and his alone

and won’t stop until he’s made you his

of course, he’ll act charming and gentlemanly

and do whatever you want in order to be with you

but once he’s with you, he’ll never let go

because he sees you as the perfect being that completes his world

[minato-division03]

Behind The Glass Stains I

R.I.P Märchen Drama Track 1

Warnings (MDNI): angst, dark humor, sexual humor, smut, deceit, con, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence, yandere, abusive family, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of sexual assault, prostitution, drugs, addiction, human trafficking, violence, gore, blood, character deaths. These warnings are not exclusive to this album in particular, they’re more so for the general plot.

Word Count: 10,225

Who would’ve known throwing a party could be so stressful?

Especially when the entire unit was being put together by only one person.

Just where was the help when she needed it?

She circled around the long coffee table, her messy muted-rose and chiffon-white curls tumbling over her shoulders when she bent down to gently drop small pillows on the floor.

Her ears perked, hearing the elevator stop at her floor in a far-off distance.

She glanced over at the closed door. With every slight movement as she turned, her eyes seemed to change patterns of colors. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her black knit cardigan that was two sizes too big, tapping on the screen.

Was it twelve in the afternoon, already…?

Thirty-five seconds until they reached her unit.

She slowly placed the last pillow at the end of the table. She took her time as she made her way to the front door.

She opened the door, finding Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo Yamada standing on the other side, Ichiro’s hand raised to knock.

The three of them jumped back in surprise. Each of them had in their hands, colorful gift bags stuffed with equally-colorful tissue paper.

Taking in their bewildered expressions, the corners of her lips lift into a warm smile, her iridescent eyes beaming and the long scar across her nose wrinkling slightly.

Ichiro shook his head and his puzzled expression was quickly overtaken by a gleeful one.

“Juri-san!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her.

Juri Yumesato was a twenty-two year-old woman with snow-white skin and foreign features— enough for her to somewhat pass as a Caucasian woman. She laughed, her voice gentle and inviting, and patted his arms. “Well, hello to you too.” She looked over to the younger brothers with a loving gaze. “And Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun! It’s wonderful to see you too!” She gathered the sides of her cardigan with one hand and opened the door further with the other as she stepped aside. “You three were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she teased.

Ichiro lifted his gift bag for her to see as he stepped inside, his brothers following. “We completely underestimated the stress of birthday shopping.”

The door clicked shut behind them as Juri followed behind, and at that sound, it hit them how effortlessly they were welcomed into her home.

Ichiro’s eyes scanned the room as he removed his shoes. The blue and white banner that adorned the walls, the dining table in the far back that’s been covered with a white satin tablecloth and littered with light blue, white, and gold confetti. Garlands of baby blue, white, silver, and gold balloons were scattered around the dining table and along the window wall. On the grey couch was a stack of large stuffed lions with gold crowns on their heads. Resting against the couch was a life-size wooden plaque painted white and carved into the shape of an open story book. Written across the pages was an excerpt from a storybook painted in large, elegant black letters. The unit would have been presentable had it not been for the pool of balloons carelessly scattered all across the living room.

“Where’s Ayato?” Jiro asked eagerly.

Juri placed her right hand over her cheek and tilted her head. “He’s asleep at the moment…” She caught Jiro hanging his head in disappointment. She placed a hand on his shoulder tenderly. “However, I reckon he won’t be for much longer.”

Saburo gestured to the gifts in his and his brothers’ hands. “Don’t mind that dimwit. Where should we put these presents?”

“Who the hell’re you calling a ‘dimwit’?!”

“Well maybe because you are one—”

Ichiro quickly clamped his hands over their mouths, dropping the present that was formerly in his hands. “Both of you, shut up!” he hissed quietly.

Juri bit her lips nervously, tearing her eyes away from the hallway. “Umm… why don’t you boys go ahead and set the presents by that table over there?”

Only when the younger brothers nodded did Ichiro release his hands. They gasped for air, like they’d been holding in their breaths for an eternity. Jiro took the present that his older brother had dropped and scurried over to set down their presents along with Saburo.

“We just need to gather all of these balloons into bouquets and attach them to these stuffed animals,” Juri explained, pointing to all of the separate elements. “Then we can set those up on either sides of the dining table and in certain spots around the house. The cake and food should be here any minute, so we can finish up in the meantime.”

Ichiro checked his phone. “Well, the guests are gonna be here in two hours, that should be more than enough time.”

“You’d never believe what Jiro tried to get for Ayato,” Saburo whisper-shouted from across the room.

Juri picked up one of the balloons by the stack of plush lions. She paused and looked up to be met with the youngest brother running her way.

“Jiro was convinced Ayato would want a soccer ball,” Ichiro testified, gathering together a bunch of balloons.

“Oh? What changed your mind?”

“Nii-chan said that someone like Ayato wouldn’t know what to do with it!”

Juri chuckled. “On the contrary… I’d like to see what he would do with a soccer ball.”

“Definitely not soccer,” Ichiro laughed.

“Well, sure,” Juri said, lowering the tied balloons on her lap. “Soccer is most certainly not what he would be doing.”

“See, Jiro?” Saburo sneered. “You’re so stupid that—”

Ichiro shot Saburo a sharp glare and he returned the look with a shamed dip of the head.

Ichiro let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped on the couch beside the stack of balloons. “Yeah, you see what I have to deal with everyday?”

The Yamada brothers had been visiting her apartment frequently for over a year and a half now. Perhaps it was because they knew Juri rarely ever left the building, but they sometimes even crashed by her unit without any prior notice.

Not that Juri minded— she enjoyed the company.

Even if the younger ones were always at each other’s throats…

Every single time…

Juri’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it and checked for whatever message had hit her. “Oh! It would seem that the cake and food have arrived.”

Ichiro peered into her phone. “Oh, she’s going to need some help getting all of that up here.” He turned to his younger brothers. “Think you guys could go back down and help bring up the goods?”

“Right now?” Saburo asked. “But we just got here…”

“You dumbass,” Jiro nagged. “Didn’t I tell you you’re supposed to do as nii-chan says and not question it?”

“And didn’t I tell you to do something about that blind devotion of yours?” Ichiro scolded.

“Ahahaha!” Saburo cackled. “What a moron!”

“Saburo…”

“S-Sorry, Ichi-nii! Jiro… and I will go bring the food up here.”

They both scurried out of the apartment, leaving Ichiro and Juri alone.

It was silent between them for the next while as they worked to make more balloon bouquets. Yet, neither of them seemed to mind the absence of sound. As Ichiro gathered his hoard of balloons, he caught a glimpse of the slight discoloration of dark circles that contrasted against her bright iridescent eyes. Her eyes were concentrated on forming her balloon bouquet, despite the drowsiness that she was trying to hide.

She caught his staring and laughed. “My, are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me out, blow partner?”

The color of Ichiro’s cheeks flared up intensely.

Juri giggled and patted his lap. “It was another joke, I’m sorry.”

Ichiro sighed and fanned himself using his hoodie, the red in his cheeks never dying. “No, you’re not…”

“No, I’m not. But that expression of yours when you get embarrassed never ceases to amuse me.”

He covered his face with his fingers. “Okay, enough of that…”

Juri set down her now-inflated balloon and picked up another. “Oh, you know they’re just harmless teasing. Had that really made you uncomfortable, I’d have stopped a long time ago.”

Dammit, he knew she was right. And yet he still had the same reaction every time.

Juri’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and showed the screen to Ichiro with a smile. “Oh… it would seem the chicken is ready to be freed from the oven.”

“Well, thank god, that smell is so good and I’m starving!” Ichiro exclaimed cheekily.

Juri smiled mischievously. “Wonderful, I hope you and the guests have an appetite because we will have enough food to feed the entire apartment complex.”

“You’re not human.”

“Who knows, I very well may not be,” Juri said mischievously as she made her way to the kitchen. “Oh! And how perfect! The three of them have arrived on this floor.”

“Watch, I’ll bet you’re wrong this time,” Ichiro said smugly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Juri said, as she opened the oven. The scent of savory sesame oil and lightly charred honey had hit her right in the face and slowly began to fill the unit. It was just the perfect blend of savory, sweet, buttery, and roasty. “My ears have never betrayed me.”

“Just get that chicken out of the oven and watch,” Ichiro said as he formed together another bouquet of balloons. “Which, by the way, smells awesome as fuck, but this is gonna be the time where you’re wrong. Watch it be a random neighbor.”

“Making pointless bets to try and stump me will do you no good, Ichiro-san, I can hear their voices and smell the cluster of food coming this way.”  Although her words were somewhat condescending, she remained playful. Her gentle smile remained on her face as she pulled the savory goodness out of the oven with the aid of kitchen gloves.

It was incredibly out of character for him, but amusing. Ichiro was always the one who was telling his brothers to behave. Yet here he was, acting like a competitive kid himself when his brothers weren’t around.

Ichiro tensed as he finally heard the cluster of footsteps. His hope was gradually decreasing as he heard the footsteps outside grow louder and louder.

He completely lost hope when the footsteps had come to a stop and a pair of keys had been inserted into the keyhole. His eyes instead traveled to Juri, who was now reaching around him to pick up the already-inflated balloons.

“I tried to tell you~” Juri said as she carefully bunched them together.

“Yeah, yeah…” Ichiro muttered, hearing the front door swing open.

In bursted the younger Yamada brothers, along with Reiaki Suzubayashi, a very well-known and beloved special effects artist and influencer in Roppongi, Minato. In her hands were a stack of platters covered in tin foil and a large blue box that was oh-so carefully sealed. Jiro and Saburo rushed past her to set their enormous trays of food on the dining table. Reiaki’s plum-colored eyes beamed when they landed on Ichiro.

She peered around the large stack of trays in her hands. “Ichiro! Hey!” she exclaimed. “Just gimme a second to put these down and I’ll get to you!”

Seeing the bright smile from Reiaki was more than enough to let him forget the feeling of defeat just moments ago.

She quickly set her things down and rushed over to Ichiro, slinging an arm over his (too-tall-for-her) shoulders. “Hey! How’ve you been?”

Ichiro chuckled nervously. His eyes trailed after Juri, who made her way to the younger brothers with her balloon bouquet. She thanked them for helping Reiaki and they replied with eager nods, like two puppies.

Reiaki’s eyes followed his gaze. “Did he lose again, Juri-chan?” she asked loudly.

Juri only shrugged. “I told him not to try.”

Reiaki stared Ichiro dead in the eye before bursting into a fit of laughter. She elbowed him aggressively. “Heh, you never learn, do you?”

Ichiro sighed, rubbing his ribs where Reiaki had elbowed him. “I don’t even know why I bother… Was kinda hoping she’d be wrong, just this once…”

“Give it up, dude. That’s never happening.”

Juri smiled and made her way back to the couch. “Thank you for picking up the food, Reiaki-chan. That must have been quite the road trip.”

Reiaki threw her arms in the air in exasperation. “Oh, let me tell you! The last place I had to stop by— the pasta and risotto, they said they made a mistake in the order and had to start all over!”

“And you ended up having to 'wait a freaking eternity’ for the food to arrive.”

“And I had to wait a freaking eternity for the food to arrive!” Reiaki flung her arms on Juri, the impact forcing Juri to take a few steps back. “See, you understand me! Argh, anyway— what the hell happened? You guys only got eight bouquets done?”

“Oh, my apologies,” Juri said, linking arms with Ichiro. “We were far too busy having a little fun, if you know what I mean…”

Reiaki smirked and lifted Juri’s chin with a finger. “Ohh… got yourself a blow partner, I see?”

“Sorry to break it to you, darling, but that joke had already been used. And goodness, not in front of the minors,” Juri said, playfully slapping Reiaki’s arm. Her eyes took in, not only Ichiro’s, but Jiro and Saburo’s flushed faces, as well.

All frozen in place— even Ichiro, who had already been exposed to that particular nickname today.

“WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU LIKE THIS?!” Jiro shrieked, shaking Reiaki’s shoulders aggressively.

“SSSHHHH!!”

Jiro’s voice was louder than all of the other four combined and they hurriedly clamped all of their hands over his mouth.

“Jiro, you idiot!” Saburo hissed.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jiro yelled.

“What the hell are you doing!” Saburo yelled back.

“Ma…”

…

What…?

“Mama…?”

Oh no…

… was what everyone was thinking.

Ichiro socked Jiro and Saburo on the head. “Dammit, you guys…”

“What do we do?” Reiaki whispered as she gripped onto Juri’s arms, her eyes enormous. “We still have over two hours left…!”

“Sorry…” both Jiro and Saburo said simultaneously, hanging their heads down in shame.

“Um…” For once, Juri was actually stumped.

“Mama?”

Oh crap…

Ichiro gently pushed Juri towards the hallway. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen… Juri-san, you go and keep him busy. “Reiaki-san, Jiro, Saburo,” Ichiro paused to shoot his younger brothers a death glare, “and I will finish up the decorations here.”

“For two hours…?!” Juri whisper-shouted as Ichirio kept pushing her down the hall.

“Yes, yes, I’ll let you know when everything is done and all the guests arrive,” Ichiro replied. He stopped in front of a door and gave her a playful shove into the room. “See ya in a few hours!”

He shut the door behind him, leaving the woman to fend for herself.

She sighed.

Her line of sight lifted from the floor and moved to the side of the room and her eyes latched on to what was there.

Her previous troubles melted away and her heart warmed.

“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”

“Introducing…”

“The…”

Juri slowly pushed aside the royal blue streamers that hung from the ceiling and set foot into the living room, her other arm wrapped around someone that was less than half her height.

“Birthday boy!”

Reiaki, Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo were gathered in the living room, along with dozens of children of all ages. Each of the children had a sticker shaped into different numbers stuck onto their person. They all clapped loudly when Juri emerged from the streamers.

“Happy Birthday, Ayato!” everyone cheered.

In Juri’s arms was a toddler. The shiny, gold paper crown he wore on top of his head flattened his abundance of chiffon-white hair that matched the ends of Juri’s hair.

In spite of the cheering, Juri watched as the toddler’s confused yet curious eyes danced around the room and the way the rainbow-like colors in his irises changed patterns every time they darted around the room.

Juri chuckled and turned to the crowd. “He’s like, ‘who are all these people and what have they done to my house’?”

The crowd bursted into laughter.

“Wow…” he babbled quietly.

“Woooow,” Juri repeated, her voice dramatically lighter and bubblier in tone.

He looked Juri in the eye. Utter joy filled his eyes and half of his face was now taken over by a big smile. He squealed and clapped his hands together gleefully.

“Wow, wow, wow!” he squealed in between claps.

Juri giggled and nuzzled her cheeks against his. “Happy Birthday, my lovely Ayato,” she said in English. She faced the other guests, reverting back to Japanese. “Please! Help yourselves to some food and drinks!”

The crowd of children immediately raced to the table, where all the dishes that Reiaki had brought had been spread out for the eyes (and in any second, the mouths too) to feast on.

Reiaki placed her palms over Ayato’s cheeks and gave them a gentle squish. “Happy Birthday, dude!”

“Splendid job on the decorations, you guys,” Juri said. She turned to the Yamada brothers. “And thank you three for bringing the children from the orphanage for today’s celebration.”

Jiro snickered. “Aw, it’s no big deal! They like Ayato a lot, so they were more than happy to come!”

“I’m surprised you managed to keep him in his room for over two hours,” Saburo hummed, poking Ayato’s plump cheeks. The toddler squealed in Juri’s arms and held his hand up to give Saburo a smack on the face when Juri pulled his tiny hand away before it could land a hit.

“He was doing alright for the first twenty minutes,” Juri chuckled tiredly. “But then he heard everyone from his room and kept wanting to see what was happening outside.”

“Oh, he just didn’t wanna be left out,” Reiaki laughed before giving the taller girl a peck on the cheek.

Juri, confused but not at all shocked, used her sleeve to wipe off the coral kiss mark that was left right underneath her scar. “Oh, honey… not when you have makeup on…”

“Teehee!”

Ichiro pointed at the two girls. “You sure you two ain’t dating…?”

Both women hugged tightly, sandwiching the birthday boy between them.

“Just roommates!” they giggled.

Juri felt a light tug on her jeans and she looked down.

One of the orphans had one hand on a plate full of food and the other gripping onto Juri’s jeans. “Someone’s at the door,” she said with her mouth full.

“Thank you for letting me know,” Juri said, patting the girl’s head. “But don’t talk with your mouth full.”

The little girl scurried off while scarfing down the rest of her plate.

Juri turned to the Yamada brothers. “Would you boys mind setting up while I go get the door?”

“Who is it?” asked Reiaki.

“It sounds like neighbor-san,” Juri said.

Reiaki’s eyes widened. “Oh, her! I forgot— she said she was gonna send a present for Ayato.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” Juri said, following her roommate to the front door.

Reiaki opened the door, revealing a woman twice her age with familiar features. With familiar metallic blue hair and friendly, but piercing blue eyes.

“Shirazuki-san!” Reiaki feigned surprise. She quickly— but politely— bowed. Ayato stared at them, entirely confused, but proceeded to do the same. “Thank you so much for coming!”

“Yes, thank you very much,” Juri added, bowing as well.

The elder woman chuckled and handed Reiaki a colossal gift bag. “Don’t mention it. I have a lesson to attend to in just a little bit, so I’m afraid I can’t stay for too long. I’m just sorry my daughter couldn’t be here to deliver the present herself, she really put a lot of thought into it.”

Juri chuckled. “Ah, yes, the life of a world-renowned idol never seems to end, now does it? Oh— but Miku-san only has a few days left of promotions, does she not?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” sighed Miku’s mother. “Right after promotion season, she’ll be extra busy during the holidays. She won’t have time to come back to visit.”

“My, how exhausting,” Juri said. “It will be the same for Reiaki-chan. The holidays are the busiest times of the year for her. Unfortunate, it is. Nevertheless, please give Miku-san my gratitude for the gift she left for my son.”

“Oh, actually?” Reiaki chimed in. “Her number isn’t until 18:30, so she could be on break right now. I can put her on video chat right now…”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary—” Juri began.

But Reiaki had already dialed the number.

Juri listened to the ringing sound and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming her way. Then the screen switched to a white room. The phone was seemingly resting against a makeup table. The blue-haired idol retreated to her seat after taking a moment to adjust her phone.

She was certainly more dolled up than Juri was used to seeing her. Dressed in a black strapless top paired with an asymmetrical tulle skirt, cinched with two black belts. From her jawline, her neck, along her arms, she was painted with thin streams of midnight-blue smoke patterns. She quickly glanced at Reiaki through her own phone, revealing the streaks of both fine and chunky glitter that trickled from beneath her eyes to down her cheeks, the light reflecting off the flakes to mimic tears.

“Yes?” was all she said.

“Hey, Miku-chan!” Reiaki greeted.

“Did you get my present?” Miku asked distractedly as sat down in front of a makeup station. Her sugary-sweet timbre was a stark contrast to her stone-cold delivery. She retracted her hands, revealing the midnight blue glyphs that were painted on both palms.

“We did!” Reiaki panned the phone down to show off the gift bag (which was half her height) in her hands. “Thanks for sending a present, you really didn’t have to!”

Miku turned to face them. “If I didn’t get him something, my mom would’ve. Is she still there?”

“Hi, Miku,” Miku’s mother said, peering into Reiaki’s phone. Juri watched how her eyes softened upon seeing her daughter’s face. “Congratulations on topping the charts again this season.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“And it looks like my replacement for the day did a good job on your look today!” Reiaki snickered.

Miku slightly adjusted the headpiece made of faux thorns that had been resting on top of her head. “I like the look of your work more, but it’s easier to dance in this—” Her cold blue eyes landed on Juri and darkened, turning icy.

“Why’s she there?” Miku asked dryly.

“Miku!” her mother gasped.

Juri stifled a laugh. Of course… For a multitude of reasons that Juri could theorize but not finalize on, the Miku Shirazuki who was loved by the public just had a strange distaste for the stay-at-home mother ever since they were introduced to each other by Reiaki.

Reiaki narrowed her eyes. “She’s Ayato’s mom, of course she’s going to be here to oversee his birthday.”

“You gotta move out,” Miku clicked her tongue. “I just don’t…” she took a few seconds to contemplate her next set of words. “Nevermind. But I’m worried about you and that baby.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you— gah!” Reiaki caught herself before she could plummet to the floor. When she peered down, one of the orphans was hugging her legs, eyes gleaming.

“Is that Miku Shirazuki?!” she cried.

All heads turned to Reiaki.

“Miku Shirazuki?!”

“Okay, that’s enough, thanks again for your present— bye-bye, now!” Reiaki said quickly and hung up the phone.

“I’m so sorry, Juri-chan…” Miku’s mother apologized while Reiaki snatched Ayato from Juri and shooed away the flood of children. “I really don’t know why she’s like that towards you…”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Juri chuckled, not at all bothered by Miku’s words. Her eyes darted to Reiaki, who instructed the children to sit in rows in the middle of the living room. “It’s no issue at all.”

She and Miku’s mother exchanged goodbyes and Juri made her way to the seats that were completely veiled by an opaque white cloth and stationed in front of the window wall.

“Thank you for setting this all up,” Juri whispered to Saburo.

“Per your instructions,” he replied as he joined his brothers in the spectating seats.

Juri giggled, assuming her position behind the two chairs. The children were seated on the floor as Reiaki had instructed. Ayato was seated on Reiaki’s lap and the Yamada brothers pulled up chairs behind the row of children, overseeing them. Juri clapped her hands together, the loud sound overpowering the murmurs from the audience made up of children and teens. Within seconds, all attention was on her.

“So! I’ve been told time and time again how much you all enjoyed my little mentalist show last time! I hope today’s act will serve as a fantastic follow-up.”

“I still don’t know how you did that last time!” shouted one of the teens.

“Yeah! How did you do that?!”

“Hmm… how did I do that, indeed…” Juri hummed. “Keep your eyes and ears open, perhaps you will catch onto something this time.” She pulled two coins out from the pockets of her cardigan. “Now catch!”

She tossed the coins into the crowd, turning her back to the audience the moment the coins left her hand. The orphans immediately scrambled to grab hold of the coins.

“Careful, now! You will have ten seconds to pass those coins around!” Juri announced as she closed her eyes to avoid catching the reflection of the audience in the window. “And I, as of this moment, cannot see who has the coins in their hands. Only one person can have a coin at a time as you’re passing them around. By the end of the countdown, you should either have one coin with you or no coins! Is that understood?”

“Yes!”

“Start the countdown!”

“Ten!” Reiaki exclaimed as she clapped her hands and the kids immediately began passing the coins around noisily. “Nine!”

The Yamada Brothers joined in, clapping their hands together. “Eight! Seven!”

“Six!”

Ayato, clueless as to what was happening, began clapping along. Granted, not in rhythm with the others.

“Five!”

Hearing that the countdown was coming to an end, the kids sped up their movements, shoving the coins over to the next person.

“Four!”

Juri tilted her head slightly, still keeping her eyes closed. The noise created by the mayhem of the enthusiastic crowd flooded her ears.

“Three!”

Such chaos, and yet it all came together in an unorthodox way. She found herself tapping on her own hand to the disorganized beat.

“Two!”

She picked apart the noises, singling on the sound of nails scraping against metal.

“One!”

Juri held up a hand. “Stop! The countdown has ended! Whoever has the coins right now, stop passing them around!”

The bustling crowd immediately stilled. They then scrambled to get back to their designated spots on the floor.

“Before I turn around, everybody, whether you are in possession of the coins or not, hide the coins in your hands and hide them behind your back!”

“And make sure not to give any hints away!” Reiaki announced in a sing-song voice. “Make sure Juri onee-chan doesn’t know you have the coins with you and make sure she doesn’t know which hand your coins are in, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ready?” Juri called. “I’m turning around right now!”

Every one of the children had their hands behind their backs. Some had a cocky grin, some of their eyes went as wide as was humanly possible, some had the most blank expression a child could ever make, which was oddly… creepy.

Her eyes then moved to the number badges that they were all wearing.

“Numbers four and twelve,” Juri said and placed her hands over the chairs in front of her, “Be sure to keep your hands behind your backs and please! Come up here and have a seat. Pick any random seat— you may sit in whichever chair you feel like. As for the rest of you, please keep your hands behind your backs, still!” she said as the two chosen kids searched for a seat. “Because we don’t truly know if these two are the ones with the coins. So, until this trick is over, we are going to pretend that you do have the coins. Should we see if I guessed correctly?”

A wave of ‘yes!’ echoed through the sea of orphans.

Juri clapped her hands together as she stepped behind the first chair. “Alright, then! So, person number…” She took a few steps to the side so she could get a better look at their stickers. The kid in the first chair looked a little too eager to be in the seat— confident, even. His eyes were shining and he had his hands tightly balled into fists and was swinging his feet with much excitement. “Number 4! Please hold both of your hands out in front of you, faced down, okay?”

“Okay!” he exclaimed as he jolted his fists forward, almost punching the air. “What next?!”

Juri chuckled. “Alright, so for the people in the audience, I need you all to shout out a color— any color at all. Go!”

And with that, every one of the children began shouting a dissonant mishmash of colors.

She tapped the boy on his right shoulder. “Go ahead and pick two colors.”

He squirmed in his seat excitedly. “Um! White! And… Green?”

“White and green, it is!” Juri announced as the shouting died down. “Now, if the coin is in this hand,” she paused, tapping on his right knuckle, “think ‘white,’” She then tapped on his left knuckle. “And if the coin is in this hand, think ‘green.’ And remember, whether or not you have the coin with you, I want you to still pretend you do. So without telling me, really concentrate on the color that matches the hand that the coin is in. Is it in the white hand or is it in the green hand?”

He said nothing more and stared straight at her, his eyes feigning a death glare as Juri took a few seconds to take in his silence.

Juri chuckled. “My goodness, what a look you’ve got there! I believe you’re thinking ‘white,’ so the coin is in this hand,” she said as she tapped on his right knuckle. “Turn it over so that I can see.”

As if it weren’t possible, his eyes brightened even more as he slowly turned his right hand over and opened his fist.

Juri reached into his palm and held up what he’d been hiding in his fist.

The coin.

She smiled and looked over at the kid in the second chair. “As for you, I want you to do exactly as—”

They shifted in their chair slightly so that they were fully facing Juri, completely shielding their back from her.

Juri chuckled. “Clever, you are! Pick a hand to have the coin in, and just like before— hold your hands straight out in front of you.”

The kid in the second chair was slightly younger and far less giddy than the previous. Their eyes were wide with concern and they were holding their breaths.

No… they’re nervous about accidentally giving the answer away. How cute…

Juri smiled and faced the crowd. “Now, then! Shout out any animal you can think of! Go!”

The kids began screaming out a mishmash of different animals. From the most common of pets, to the most obscure, to completely made-up species.

Juri rubbed the kid’s shoulder, easing their apparent tension. “Pick any two animals that you hear.”

“Er…” they stammered. “Dragon… And…” They paused and leaned forward slightly to get a better listen at what their friends were shouting. “Um… Spider?”

“Dragon and spider!” Juri repeated, holding back a laugh. “So when I tap on both of your hands, I want you to say ‘yes’ both times to my questions.” Juri immediately tapped on their tiny left hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…” they quaked.

Juri tapped on their other hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…!”

Juri chuckled, keeping her eyes on the little one’s wavering eyes. “You must be thinking ‘dragon,’ so the coin is in this hand right here.” She tapped on their left knuckle. “Let me see, turn it over.”

The kid gulped slightly and flipped both hands over, revealing their hands for everyone to see.

“Two out of two!” Reiaki exclaimed, pointing to the coin.

Which was indeed in their left hand.

“She did it!” Jiro added excitedly.

“Round of applause, everyone!” Reiaki clapped. The orphans quickly copied Reiaki and clapped for the act that they genuinely admired.

Juri raised a hand, silencing the applause. “Oh? But we’re not finished, yet.” She waited a few seconds, allowing the children to voice their confusion. She took a few steps to the side. “You see, I actually knew you two would pick those answers. The color, the very type of animal, not to mention,” she paused to point to the stickers on their clothing, “even the numbers you all chose for yourself when you first arrived.”

“No way!” the boy teased. “I don’t believe you!”

“Prove it!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Oh dear…” Juri sighed into her hand. “What to do…? Hm… let’s put it this way: see, you all in the audience could have shouted anything, my two little helpers up here could have heard anything and picked anything, however! Person number four specifically chose which color and person number 12 opted for which animal, again?”

“White and dragon!” the orphans answered back.

“Precisely,” Juri said. “So with that being said, person number four and twelve? Why don’t the two of you come down and remove the cloths from those chairs?”

Confused, the first boy hopped off his chair while the other slowly climbed down.

Simultaneously, they pulled away the white fabric. Person number four reached under his chair and pulled something out to show everybody.

Gasps echoed throughout the living room.

Flabbergasted, the orphans in the room began checking their respective stickers.

On the first chair, there was a large sheet of paper taped to it and painted in bold royal blue paint, was a ‘4’. As for the second chair, there was a large blue ‘12’ painted on.

“Numbers four and twelve, just like I had predicted!” Juri said. “But that’s not all! Take a look under their chairs!”

It was a plush white dragon stuffed animal that was half his height.

His eyes widened and quickly moved to find his fellow helper. They, too, had a white dragon plush in their hands.

“It would seem that I had guessed correctly,” Juri giggled.

“How’d you know number four and twelve would get the coins?!” yelled one teen.

“No! How’d you know we’d pick that color and animal!” shouted another.

“No fair!”

Juri held a finger to her lips. “Unless you can figure it all out on your own, I’m afraid I cannot give away my secrets so easily,” she said mischievously.

One of the older kids walked up to her with Ayato in her arms. She covered her face with the toddler and used her hands to wave his like he was a toy. “But how did you do iiiiit?” she whined, making her voice sound drastically higher in pitch.

Juri stifled a laugh as she took the girl’s hands and lowered Ayato to the floor. “If you had kept your eyes and ears open, you would have noticed something—”

“Juri onee-chan! The baby!”

Startled, Juri quickly looked down to the floor and lo and behold, Ayato was definitely not standing there anymore. Her eyes scanned the living room rapidly when she heard a tiny little pair of feet thumping against the floor at an inconsistent—but swift— pace. Then the sound of his incoherent babbles filled the room.

Juri looked back at the girl. “Keep your eyes and ears open, not like how I forgot to do just now.”

For a one year old, Ayato sure was an agile little critter, dodging every person reaching to grab him and maneuvering around a crowded space. All the while with the world’s biggest grin on his face. He squealed and clapped his hands as he maneuvered around the apartment full of people.

“Ayato, get back here!” one of the orphans hollered.

“Ayatooooooo!”

“Juri-san, are you sure this guy’s only one?!” Saburo exclaimed as he missed the toddler that darted past him.

Reiaki finally caught up with the toddler and dragged him out from under the table by the foot, cradling him to her chest with a heavy sigh of relief. “My god… if I’m this tired chasing a toddler, I’m really done for…”

Jiro planted his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “You know what this is like? In those anime where the baby has some weird superpower and is causing all the chaos in the world!”

“Jiro, you moron!” Saburo yelled. “This is reality, not an anime! Are you so stupid that you think superpowers really exist?!”

“You gonna tell me he’s not inhuman?!”

“Obviously, you bastard—”

Reiaki slammed her fist on Saburo’s head. “Children are here!”

Juri walked over to Reiaki, watching how Ayato squirmed in her hands with an ear-splitting whine. “You may not have superpowers, but my goodness, just where do you get all this energy from? Certainly not from your father!”

Ichiro laughed and adjusted Ayato’s paper crown, despite the smaller one’s fit. “Definitely not! Ayato’s been spending way too much time around Reiaki oba-chan!”

The blonde girl stuck her tongue out at them.

Juri gently slapped Ichiro’s hand away. “Watch those hands, it took years off my lifespan to get his hair looking even remotely decent.”

Ichiro took a step back and held his hands up in surrender.

“If his hair is anything like yours,” Jiro said, “Then it’s a mess at all times, so who cares?”

Urgh…

Reiaki rested her chin on Juri’s shoulder while she firmly held Ayato in place. “So… do I get to see what the baby daddy looks like?”

Juri chuckled awkwardly. “You know I don’t have photos of him.”

Ichiro pinched Ayato’s cheek. “Plus, Ayato doesn’t really look like his dad— he gets all his features from you. An even more Japanese version of you.”

“Um… I’m Japanese, too, you know…?” Juri chuckled awkwardly.

“Half-Japanese,” Saburo interjected.

“I’m still Japanese, though…”

Reiaki laughed. “Not like you were born here— wait, Juri-chan, your hand!”

“Huh?” Juri looked down at her hand.

Across her palm was a thin laceration— not nearly deep enough to be considered a gash, but enough that blood was being spilt.

Juri quickly checked Ayato’s clothes for any signs of blood. A small amount had smeared at the bottom of his hoodie.

Then she quickly took a look at Ichiro’s hand. Thankfully, nothing.

But how…? When did she even get a cut like that?

Ichiro tugged on her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go get that first aid kit.”

“Oh no, it is but a small scratch…”

“You guys go,” Reiaki said, tugging at Ayato's hoodie, being careful to avoid the drying blood on the fabric. “I’ll get him changed.”

Ichiro nodded and took Juri by the sleeve, dragging her to her room before she could say anything.

Her room was rather plain. A small platform bed tucked away in one corner of the room, its white blankets and pillows piled messily on top. Right next to that was a small white coffee table and sitting over top was a single closed laptop.

Her room was pretty minimal, but definitely wasn’t as clean as Juri would have normally left it.

Ichiro shot Juri a knowing look.

She fiddled with her fingers and averted her eyes. “Please spare me, I haven’t had the time…”

Ichiro sighed and made his way over to her closet. He found the first aid kit straight away— stashed away on the very top shelf.

He turned around, with the kit in hand, to find Juri sitting on the edge of her bed, examining her bloodied palm.

She really hadn’t noticed…

Even now, the only feeling she felt from her hands was the cold, wet blood that trickled to her fingers.

Ichiro took a seat beside her, and took her hand in his, gazing at the crimson liquid that looked incredibly dark in color against her near pure-white skin. He immediately began wiping away the blood with a gauze. Despite his hands being significantly larger than hers, he was being incredibly gentle when handling the slender, delicate digits.

“Hey…”

“Yes?”

Ichiro wiped away the blood when they flowed back to the surface. “Have you thought about what I asked you before?”

“About?” she asked, already knowing where the conversation was heading.

“Joining the Division Rap Battle.”

For months now, both the Yamada brothers and Reiaki had been pestering her about forming a representative rap team for Minato. Every time, she would turn them down and they would ask her again.

Juri kept her eyes on Ichiro’s hands. “You know I don’t care for territory battles, let alone the Division Rap Battle.”

“Come on…” Ichiro said as he reached for the bandaid. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, you’ve rapped against me before. Don’t you think you should be using your strength to do what’s right?”

“‘To do what’s right’… Is there any merit in entering when I have no personal motivation to do so?” Juri closed her eyes and lightly caressed her bandaged palm.

“What do you mean, ‘no personal motivation’?” Ichiro asked as he ripped the bandaid aggressively. “You can help out a lot of people if you had formed a division team with Reiaki and someone else…!”

“My apologies, Ichiro-san,” Juri said, “but that is not enough for me to want to enter. And goodness, this is a tournament for males to battle each other for gaining territories, a female needs no place in the Division Rap Battle.”

“Then you can be the first,” Ichiro said, stopping himself from raising his voice. “And don’t tell me that Minato already has representative division teams, I know that. But I’d bet any money that you'd be better than them.”

Because I still haven’t beaten you… Ichiro thought, firmly pressing the bandaid against Juri’s palm.

She chuckled, removing her hands. “Suppose I do have the prowess, I am quite satisfied where I am now and do not see myself wanting to progress further. Besides, even if I wanted to enter, I’ve not a hypnosis mic of my own and there isn’t nearly enough time before the preliminaries.”

He bit his lip and hung his head. She did have a point… What had previously been ‘still two days away’ in his head had quickly turned into ‘only two days left’. It hadn’t really hit him that the prelims was any day now, even though he had been counting the days. It would’ve been impossible to form a team of three before then…

But this was a matter they’d been discussing for months now.

Juri reached over and caressed his cheeks affectionately. “Hey, look at me. I respect you and your reasons for entering, but it’s not something I wish to involve myself in. Forming an official team is out of the question, but I’ll always be willing to participate in our mock battles as we have always done.”

It was frustrating.

He would never understand why Juri wouldn’t want to aim for something higher and do what was right.

And she would never understand why Ichiro would want to bother himself and his brothers by worrying about strangers first.

They really had to accept the fact that they would never see eye to eye on this matter.

Ichiro clenched his fist. “Okay… I’m sorry…”

“Oh, Ichiro-san, you have nothing to apologize for,” Juri said, pulling him into her arms. “I may not agree with everything you do, but there’s nothing you could do to make me resent you in any way.”

Ichiro smiled and nuzzled into her. In contrast to her cold hands, her embrace was warm and comforting. There was just no way for Ichiro to describe the feeling, it just… was perfect, enough to make him forget his previous feelings of exasperation. He gripped her cardigan. “Thanks, Juri-san… you know I feel the same way about you, right?”

Juri lightly chuckled and ruffled his ebony hair. “I’m glad you do. Now, then, the guests are probably waiting for us, shall we head out?

Ichiro lifted his head, gazing into her eyes and examining the way they glittered with all the colors in existence. Like looking into a bubble… He smiled childishly. “Yeah, let’s!”

“Thank you for patching this little scratch.”

“No problem.”

Japan really had some interesting traditions when it came to birthdays.

Here they were, with an array of items laid out in a straight line, separating Juri and Ayato from the rest of the crowd.

A balloon, a ruler, a hand mirror, a dictionary, a pair of chopsticks, a paintbrush, one thousand yen, a scissor, a calculator, and Juri’s cell phone.

It was just a superstitious tradition to predict what the birthday baby’s future career or personality would be. There were no facts behind this sort of game, but Juri’s heart was racing. For once, she had no idea what would be the outcome.

Just past the line of seemingly random objects were the children of the orphanage, seated around the long coffee table, but all were facing the dining room, where Juri had Ayato in her arms.

Ayato stared at the line of items in front of him. Then he began slapping his mother’s cheek.

“Alright…” Juri groaned in English, ignoring the laughs erupting from the others and placing him gently on the floor. She held his hands as he stood up with his legs all wobbly.

She quickly let go of his hands, giving him a light nudge towards the objects separating him from the older kids.

Reiaki, the Yamada brothers, and the orphans cheered and clapped for Ayato’s attention.

Ayato waddled a few steps forward, smiling brightly to all the cheering. Then his attention was interrupted when he caught sight of a raven just outside the window. He turned slightly to take a better look.

“No, no, no, no, no, no!”

“This way! THIS WAY!!”

Juri rushed forward and grabbed hold of the walking disaster, planting him firmly on the floor, facing the crowd.

“In front of you, Ayato, in front of you,” Juri said— yet again, in English.

Ayato lifted one leg as high as he possibly could and stomped on the floor with all his might. He squealed at the ‘thump’ sound and did the same with the other foot. Juri let go of him, allowing him to march over to the line of objects.

“Come on buddy, come this way!” one of the orphans cooed, clapping their hands.

“No! Come over here!” yelled another.

Ayato paused when he stood directly in front of the objects that were lined up in an almost perfect line.

He babbled, ignoring the anticipating eyes of his aunty, uncles, and the older kids.

He slowly crouched down. Halfway, he lost his balance and fell down.

The kids nearly jumped from their spots to help him up. Ayato kicked his legs about as he sat himself back up. Still seated, he reached over to grab something off the floor.

Everybody in the room cheered and clapped for Ayato, who stared at them in bewilderment.

“Well what do you know?” Reiaki laughed as she reached for the lighter that was on the table. “He went for the scissors!”

One of the children smacked their hand on the coffee table. “Reiaki onee-chan, what do the scissors mean in the erabitori game?”

“Well, it means that Ayato is gonna be handy and creative when he grows up,” she answered as pulled away from Ayato’s baby-blue cake and set down the lighter. Decorated with gold pearl candies and other gold adornments, as well as golden cartoon lions made of fondant surrounding the cake, which was topped with a baby blue and gold crown and gold and white dotted candles, now lit aflame.

Ayato, still clueless as to what was happening, began flailing his arms around with the scissors still in his tiny hands.

Juri picked up Ayato, pulling the dull scissors away from him and setting him down on the empty baby chair that was arranged to be right in front of the cake that was almost as tall as him.

“My Ayato,” Juri murmured. “I wonder what drew you to the scissors? What kind of person will you turn out to be?”

“Okay, you guys! Let’s sing ‘happy birthday’ for our birthday boy!” Ichiro said, snapping Juri out of her daze.

“Ready, and!” Reiaki exclaimed.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

How odd…

Juri had never been too fond of the traditional birthday song. The birthday person would stand awkwardly as everybody else would sing for them— usually off-key, off-tempo, or perhaps both. Not to mention, the song in Japan was really just sung in broken English.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

And yet, there was just something so different about this one.

“Happy Birthday dear Ayato!”

Mom… Father… Juri thought in English as she sang along. How I wish you could be here to see this. Your grandson has officially been in this world for one year.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

Ayato, with his mouth agape, slammed his hands on the table loudly.

All of the children and young teens blew out the candles at the same time.

Reiaki latched onto Juri’s arm.

“Reiaki-chan?”

“How can it be one year already?” Reiaki murmured.

“It truly is a wonder,” Juri chuckled as she cut into the cake and handed out the slices to the younger kids.

“A whole year since he came into this world…” Ichiro added. He crouched down and stared at the birthday boy.

Ayato stared back at Ichiro, not at all listening to him. His round iridescent eyes were wide with amazement as he smashed his hand into his slice of cake, sending icing in all directions. He then took a fistful of cake and brought it to his mouth.

“You know, Ayato?” Ichiro said softly as he took a napkin to wipe away some blue icing that got on his nose. “You really gave your mom a hard time when you were in her belly.”

Reiaki chuckled. “Your uncles and I struggled to put up with mama while you were still in there. You were such a hungry little monster and then you would suddenly decide that all food in the world sounded awful. She was always sick and in pain because of you, y’know?”

Juri stiffened, recalling the memories.

“And man, you gave us all so many false alarms and scared us all!” Ichiro added.

“Pregnancy and delivery are memories I wish not to relive…” Juri chuckled awkwardly as she continued to slice the cake. She looked down at Ayato who grabbed a fistful of cake and slammed it down on the table. “But it was all worth it since I was gifted the best little human on this planet.”

Strange, is it not? No matter how many prediction tricks I have done in my life, you are the one person I cannot ever seem to predict… You just seem to plunge my impeccably planned routines into chaos, in ways I could have never foreseen.

Even if you drive me to the brink of insanity on a daily basis… I would never trade any part of you… not for the world. There’s no greater blessing than being able to watch you grow day by day, because you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.

Perhaps it’s too much to ask for, but in a perfect world… you, me, Reiaki-chan, Ichiro-san, Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun… your father… and your grandparents, as well… we’d all live in peace, without worries or struggles… Our situation is unfortunate, but I swear to you, I shall grant you a happily ever after. Juri planted a soft kiss to his temple. “Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy. I love you so much… more than you will ever know.”

It had become routine for her. Some fansigns, be stuck at a TV station all day long, perform her newly released song for promotion season, wait at the TV station some more, earn all the votes and win the award for the night, perform an encore stage.

So sleepy… Miku thought as she changed out of her flashy stage garments and into a much more laid back attire.

“Good work, today,” Ikeishi said, handing a half-empty cup of iced coffee to Miku.

Miku muttered a ‘thank you’ and took the cup from her manager. She was about to take a sip when she paused and stared at the TV station’s logo that was plastered on the cup. “Could we grab another cup before we leave?”

Ikeishi shook his head as he finished packing his and Miku’s bags. “You have an early start to your schedule tomorrow, so you gotta be able to sleep tonight. That’s all the coffee you’re getting for today. Come on, let’s go home.”

Miku clicked her tongue and distractedly followed her manager out the door and into his car. She dazed off as her manager started the vehicle and took off. All she could think about was how nice it would be to just hop into bed and knock out.

She sighed and took a sip out of the drink in her hands. The end of a work day has never tasted so good. Bittersweet. All in the form of a cup of iced coffee.

Her eyes traveled to the rearview mirror to meet her manager’s gaze. Rather than returning eye contact, his eyes were set on the vehicles behind, brows furrowing as he merged onto the next lane.

She leaned her head against the window and waited a few minutes before speaking up. “So tomorrow’s schedule’s the same…?”

“Yes,” he replied, merging back into the previous lane. “You’ll be at the station in Akihabara from 7:00 to 21:00.”

“Right…” she murmured, her heavy eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re almost done with promotions, so keep up this schedule for a few more days,” he said lowly, his eyes flickering between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror.

“I know, I know…” Miku dismissed sleepily. “I really don’t wanna deal with a long day” She closed her eyes. But at least I’ll see the fans again.

He gazed at her from the corner of his eyes before returning back to the road. “I may get paid to make you busy, but you know I’m worried about you.”

“We’re not going over this again.”

“Miku, I mean it,” he said, his voice growing serious. Miku tiredly glanced up and saw that his eyes darkened with concern. “It’s great that you’re loyal to your fans, but you’re not being fair to yourself.”

“Then say the fans are the reward.”

“Fine, take your fans out of the equation, do you even enjoy what you do anymore?”

“Oh, shut up, I don’t wanna hear it…”

Ikeishi sighed and returned his attention to the road in front of him. Miku’s fingers slipped off of her cup, nearly knocking the drink over. She jolted forward, catching it. As she groggily sat back in her seat, she had just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a passing exit sign.

“Ikeishi-san… you do realize you missed the exit, right?” she mumbled.

“We’re being followed.”

Huh? Followed?

Miku slowly peered around the seat—

“Don’t look behind you.”

Miku quickly drew back. Her eyes were heavy, but her heart was beating increasingly. Her eyes panned over to Ikeishi, whose eyes were dead-set on the road in front of him.

“Ikeishi-san, what’s going on…?” she asked, forcing the words out.

“This bastard has been on our tail for a while,” he explained.

Her stomach turned to ice.

Dammit… Why… just why…?

She placed a hand over her face, covering the blurring world from her strained eyes.

What the…

“We’ll be taking the scenic route, Miku,” Ikeishi said, pressing his foot firmly down on the pedal and merging onto a nearby exit. “Hang in there.”

Ikeishi peered into the rearview mirror.

The same car was still behind them.

Shit…

Miku slowly lowered her hand from her face, taking off parts of her makeup. Halfway, her hand limply dropped onto her lap. She stared down at the makeup on her hands. Whether it was her hazy vision or her violently trembling hands… Why did her hands feel so heavy…?

“Is… are… are they still there…” Miku mumbled nervously.

“He’s persistent…” Ikeishi muttered, massaging his temples. “At this rate, we’ll never make it back home…!”

Miku hadn’t realized how heavy her breaths were. Head limp and hanging, she shakily reached for the door, absentmindedly reaching around for the panel when her hand slipped and she collapsed, her head crashing onto the window.

“Miku?!”

Ow…

She reached for the panel, slowly pushing herself away from the window and sitting upright in a swaying manner. With heavy breaths, she blinked slowly, waiting for her eyes to focus. Yet the world before her remained spinning and hazy. Like her own eyes were betraying her.

Her eyes slowly lowered to the floor, her legs now soaked with sticky coffee and a now-empty cup next to her feet.

When did she drop it…?

It was hot.

But it was also cold.

She couldn’t feel her feet or hands.

“Miku, you’re going to be okay.”

His voice sounded like it was really far away, like it was an echo.

“It’s just some stupid guy, we’ll lose him soon enough. I…”

What was he saying…?

How long had they been driving for…?

“Reiaki-chan~”

With a low moan, Reiaki stirred in her sleep.

“Rei~a~ki~chan~”

This time, she lifted her head slightly. Then took the pillow beneath her and buried her head with it, muffling her ears from the outside world.

“What a shame, I suppose you leave me with no other choice.”

Something heavy plopped on her back. She met the impact with a hefty ‘oof!’

Then a small pair of hands smacked her in the face before aggressively yanking at her hair, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!” Reiaki jolted upright, carefully tugging her orange hair away from the tiny—and somehow, mighty pair of hands until they finally let go.

Her ears were met with two different voices laughing.

Juri stood by her bedside, chuckling heartily and a tiny Ayato was sprawled out beside her on the bed, laughing hysterically and just a few strands of blonde and orange hair in his fist.

“You don’t get tired of doing this everyday?!” Reiaki cried, moving Ayato to sit upright on her lap.

“I could never,” Juri shrugged. She smiled as she watched Reiaki attempt to peel the strands of hair off of Ayato’s firm grip. He squealed and flailed his arms wildly. “Our breakfast was getting cold and I was afraid our precious roommate was never going to open her eyes again.”

Reiaki puffed up her cheeks in retaliation. Ayato gazed up at her and slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Juri gasped and quickly peeled the moving crane machine from the human punching bag. “Okay, baby, no more hitting.”

“You guys…” Reiaki groaned, placing a hand over the tiny red hand marks on both sides of her face.

She was interrupted by the sound of an incoming phone call. She sighed and reached for her phone on her bedside table, immediately switching to speaker mode. “Hello?”

“Suzubayashi-san…” said the voice on the other line. “Sorry, but your client list for today is going to have to be moved around— there’s been some last-minute changes.”

Reiaki groaned and flopped back on her mattress. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding…”

Juri took a fussy Ayato and headed for the door. He wailed and flailed in her arms while Juri paid no mind to his little fit.

“Suzubayashi-san…” The voice on the other line swallowed before continuing. “Miku Shirazuki and Ikeishi got into an accident last night.”

Juri’s ears perked upon hearing that. An accident…? Last night?

She paused and turned around, fully facing Reiaki.

“What?!” Reiaki exclaimed, jolting right up. “No way, are they okay?!”

It went silent on the other line.

“Hello?” Reiaki said, her anxiety now beginning to bubble up. The silence seemed to swallow her and the phone in her clammy hands felt slippery.

Juri fully turned around, zeroing in on Reiaki’s pale face. Reiaki’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared intently at her blankets.

Reiaki opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her lips trembled slightly as she closed them. She gulped. “Are they okay…?” she repeated slowly but firmly.

“Their car had crashed into a container yard. Miku Shirazuki’s body’s missing and her manager was found dead on sight.”

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[hypnosisyan]

"Hey Ichiro? I don't think I'll make it to the anime marathon tonight. I kinda got a date, I'm sorry." (Couldn't help myself lol)

“date..?” ichiro’s voiced wavered as he reached for your wrist, his hold on it tight ‘til the point that it began to ache. you were sure that it will bruise the next morning.

“no, darling,” he says firmly, still not letting go even as you begin to struggle. ichiro pulls you into his chest, “you don’t need them..! just stay here with me… you’ll be good and listen, right? after all, i know best..! you don’t need to go on that date, you… you… just stay here with me.” he’s obviously in distress and is a little desperate, but all he wants is for you to stay by his side. surely you will, right?

[xkotaro16o]

❝ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 … ��

✦﹒◟ Types of Writing:

Headcanon(s).

Interaction.

Drabble.

Short convo/conversation.

Scenario.

✦﹒◟ Character(s):

One Piece: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Eustass Kid, Charlotte Katakuri.

Fairy Tail: Laxus Dreyar.

Hypnosis Mic: Yamada Ichiro, Aohitsugi Samatoki.

✦﹒◟ I’ll Write:

Fluff, NSFW, angst, comfort.

Any gender S/O.

Romantic & platonic.

SOME triggering content (Death/dying, injury, blood related, etc).

Simple AU.

Prompt.

✦﹒◟ I WILL NOT Write:

Yandere content.

Rape, sexual assault, pedophilia, escessive orgratuitous violence, incest, abortion, some mental illness.

Non-con.

Crossover.

Poly relationship.

Character!MC.

OC(s).

Character x character.

Beastiality.

Complex AU.

Songfics.

Any kink involves bodily fluids OTHER THAN cum, blood, saliva, tears.

✦﹒◟ NOTE:

I’m still learning to write character x M!MC.

If I feel uncomfortable with your request, I’ll tell you.

Sometimes it’ll be too OOC.

I have the right to refuse your request.

FOR TRIGGERING CONTENT, I’ll look up into it more, I’ll tell you immediately if it’s too much for me.

[nanamisflowerfield]

Scenario/Drabble Headcanon Requests 💮 Yandere 🩸

❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿

🎧 Ichiro Yamada

Sleeping on their bed, while wearing their clothes (Ichiro, Samatoki, Jyuto)💮

⚽ Jiro Yamada

📱 Saburo Yamada

🐺 Samatoki Aohitsugi

Sleeping on their bed, while wearing their clothes (Ichiro, Samatoki, Jyuto)💮

Shy sibling💮

🚨 Jyuto Iruma

Sleeping on their bed, while wearing their clothes (Ichiro, Samatoki, Jyuto)💮

"I-I-I wasn't drawing you! Don't stare at it." 💮

💣 Rio Mason Busujima

🍭 Ramuda Amemura

📚 Gentaro Yumeno

🎲 Dice Arisugawa

🩺 Jakurai Jinguji

“I don‘t have a fever! I am blushing! I mean… I have a fever… Forget what I said.” 💮

Dating 💮

💛 Hifumi Izanami

🖨️ Doppo Kannonzaka

🎭 Sasara Nurude

👓 Rosho Tsutsujimori

💵 Rei Amayado

⛩️ Kuko Harai

C, I, V, Z (fluff alphabet)💮

🧸 Jyushi Aimono

⚖️ Hitoya Amaguni

🎙️ Otome Tohoten

💎 Ichijiku Kadenokoji

🌼 Nemu Aohitsugi

[hot-mic-imagines]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : BUSTER BROS

➥Buster Bros yandere scenarios (SFW)

➥HypMic boys taking care of a lost child

➥Ichiro dating an anxious s/o + little Yamadas reaction

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ICHIRO YAMADA

➥Ichiro Dating Headcanons

➥Ichiro, Rio and Doppo reactions finding his s/o is a mermaid headcanons

➥Ichiro confessing headcanons

➥How Jiro learned to knock first

➥Ichiro soulmate au (one thing important for you both written in your skin)

➥Are you cheating on me?

➥Ichiro finds out that his childhood friend are in love with him

➥Ichiro missing his S/O headcanons

➥Kuko x Ichiro NSFW scenario

➥NSFW Headcanons for Ichiro, Samatoki and Dice

➥Ichiro and Samatoki liking the same girl headcanons

➥Ichiro with an S/O who is a hidden otaku

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : JIRO YAMADA

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : SABURO YAMADA