#yandere kokonoi x reader

[kissesforsatoru]

imagine yandere!kokonoi getting so desperate to have you that he creates a situation where you or your family are eternally indebted to him so he can just buy you. it's such a good idea too because not only does he now actually own you, but he can use the situation to gain your favor, saying something like "your family was so quick to sell you off to save their own asses; i thought they loved you, angel? and look at who's still here for you even when you're dirt fucking poor and nobody else wants you. me, the person you refused and refused because you though i was just messing with you. you should really start taking me seriously, my love, or you'll end up in a worse situation than merely being my belonging."

[1-800-lauritt]

Sell yourself to me

Pair(s) : Kokonoi Hajime x F!Reader

Warning(s) : hinted bribing , unhealthy behavior , hinted age-gap , oral ( male receiving ) , pet names , teasing , prostitution , dark themes , manipulation , gangs/criminal organization , fingering , other warnings might not be added atm .

Word Count : 700+

Prompt : A struggling prostitute in need of money to feed her family is given the chance to earn money, but at a cost. 

Had she never been told to sell her body for money, she would be rotting in the streets along with her only family. While she knew better than to throw herself at the devil's door, this said devil could keep a roof over her and her family's heads.

( Name ) had been warned by other co-workers of Bonten's latest visits to the brothel. Wary of criminals, she remained far from anything associated with them. But with money on the line, she had no other choice but to accept.

Kokonoi sat comfortably on the couch while moaning and choking noises filled the room.

A young girl, not any older than 20, sat at his feet. Her outmost attention to the work at hand. She massaged and stroked his veiny length with her smooth hands, whilst her mouth did all the other work to pleasure him.

" Ah uhm.. Just like that.. "

He let out a whimper, leaning his head back and pushing his hips up, letting his length hit the corner of her cum-filled throat.

The sudden sensation of fresh cum dripping down her throat startled her. She pulled her head away, she held no delight in choking on his hardened cock.

Kokonoi watched with a smirk as she choked on his cum. In a quick thought, he grasped her arm and pulled her up on the couch with him.

She sat beside him, her knees feeling like jello beside him. He took up his hand and began to caress her cheek. " You did amazing, princess. " ( name ) was taken back by the sudden nickname. She felt like royalty.

Kokonoi pushed her onto the couch, her back making a harsh slap at the contact of the leather. Startled by the sudden push, she attempted to pull herself up just for her to get pushed back down. He grasped her throat at that moment, leaning down to her ear.

"Hush, just relax and stay still. You worked hard enough, let me take care of you, princess. " He whispered, letting go after he saw no more signs of panic.

He took no time to undress her out of her soaking underwear. Yanking and throwing them across the room. Kokonoi dropped his head on the crook of her neck, taking an exasperated breather of her perfume.

As though time felt quicker than usual, he wasted no time, stuffing her soaked heat with his fingers. He quickly pumped his finger in and out, observing every inch of her reactions.

Out of breath from all the exhilarating emotions, ( name )'s mouth hung wide, low whimpers escaping every time he pumped deeper into her.

Kokonoi pulls out his fingers from the overbearing heat. His fingers were covered to the brim with her lavish juices. He stuck his tongue out, licking clean his fingers.

"Don't do that!" She yelps, embarrassed by his sudden action. "Divine, just as i expected." He praises, pulling his pants completely down, leaving nothing but his bare skin.

He returns to your side, this time, having their chests touch one another. Kokonoi positions his cock to your entrance.

( name ) had a moment to think, she felt nervous. Of course, he wasn't as big as the other men she slept with. However, someone with this power can take her life just by the wrong sound or movement.

With a shake of her head, all those thoughts vanished. He began slowly, taking his time as he entered your entrance. Not long after, a few seconds later, he began to speed up.

( name ) wrapped her legs around his figure while he gripped on her hips. " Ah, baby girl, tight! All mine, only mine " he chants at every slam of his hips to hers.

Unable to respond rationally, ( name ) moaned at every little movement she or he made. She observed him as his mouth moved, though all the words he had spoken just then had been drowned out by her moans.

He took no break, continuously pounding and fucking her dumb.

Not long after, Kokonoi took one last slam of his cock into her, taking no time to ejaculate at her. He let out an exhausted groan at him, filling her up. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on her waste.

He slid his body onto hers, pressing his lips against hers. As an instinct, she wrapped her arms around Kokonoi's neck, pressing her own body further against him. His lips formed a cunning smirk, his hands moving down and gripping her bum.

" Absolute gorgeous— " He mutters in between sensual oral contact. " —And all mine to own. " Alarms blared in her head at his word choices, but she was far too tired to do anything.

I'll be honest, this was a quick thing. I don't have much skill at writing these types of fics, so I do apologize. I hope you enjoyed it. 

[macsimagines]

Damn why is no one asking for Kokonoi and inui? They are the best bois! Can we have Kokonoi and Inui with a neurodivergent darling?

(You got it! I wish you specified which type but I just picked things that I knew ad had relations to. -Ms.Mac)

Yandere!Koko

You are dyslexic as FUUUUUUCK. Koko is constantly trying to help you read, he's making sure that he's taking the time to really help you study.

Reads along with you, and loves the excuse to sit down with you and be close.

Buys you a shit ton of audiobooks. (so weird thing, I have family thats dyslexic and we learned that hearing the words while also reading it helped them a lot!)

Doesn't ever make fun of you or puts you down for it. You usually do that to yourself. "I put the sexy in dyslexia! Wait-no-FUCK."

Yandere!Inui

Thinks every part of you is wonderful, and loves you no matter what. He didn't understand what on the spectrum meant. He just thought you were quiet and maybe even a little forgetful.

Now that you said something he notices small things. The way you twiddle your fingers, the way you pick at your clothes, how sometimes you get a little excited and feel the need to run or jump.

He loves you. It doesn't matter. It does matter of course but not in a way that going to make him leave you.

Inui pays special attention to the things you say are "bad noises," or the "Bad feelings"

High pitched anything, or things that are too loud having him stepping a little closer to you. He wants to protect you from everything that upsets you.

[petpippin]

FAST AS YOU CAN + BONTEN.

# implications of abuse / manipulation / general yandere themes. ▂▂⌇

manjiro ‘mikey’ sano: overprotective + possessive. (w. clingy traits.)

most likely to have you abducted.

- what comes to define manjiro in his later years is guilt. experiencing so much loss at such an impressionable age has scarred him to such a degree, where mikey's afraid to have anyone closer than at an arms length.

- you're unlucky in this way. where mikey will be sure to have you locked up and kept under a watchful eye, he'll also refuse to strenghten any lasting bond.

- but this relationship won't come to last. at some point mikey will open all of his heart to you, although it's a painstaking process to have him trust that you won't dissappear at any given moment.

- you'll be damned to think that mikey will loosen your restraints, at this point. when he's let his heart go glip, you can kiss any dream of freedom goodbye.

haruchiyo ‘sanzu’ akashi: possessive + obsessive (w. clingy traits.)

- sanzu wants to eat you alive.

- he's loyal as a dog, which is quick to turn suffocating. incredibly eager to serve, sanzu will stop at nothing to have you satisfied.

- unfortunately, this does not mean he puts your actual wants into consideration.

- instead, haruchiyo uses this so-called 'intuition' to bring out vicious massacres in your honor, vowing to have you shielded from this cruel, cruel world.

kakucho: overprotective.

- kakucho adores you.

- out of any bonten excecutive, you are the most likely to actually build a bond with kakucho, one that won't stem from fear. in spite of this, your free will is scarce.

- kakucho has lost the only person whom he would've actually considered his friend, and this means that you will forever stand as a the only worthy placeholder for izana, someone who kakucho was to protect at all times.

- you differ from izana, however, where kakucho knows that you are weak in comparison to him. you are unfit for the life kakucho has sucked you into, exerting no strength that his late king carried.

takeomi akashi: possessive + self-indulgent.

least likely to have you abducted.

- because of takeomi’s hedonistic tendencies, he cares very little for how you go around your daily life, as long as you return to him when he wishes.

- of course that doesn’t mean takeomi’s entirely uncaring, as he’ll have his most trusted subordinates keeping track of your every move.

- takeomi expects your outmost loyalty, and you’d be stupid to think that this means you’re allowed to run around with anyone other than him.

kanji ‘mocchi’ mochizuki: overprotective.

- mocchi likes to believe he is honorable.

- similar to kakucho, he does actually desire an actual bond with you, one where you'll be happy to stay by his side, without the unnecessary force.

- he'll come to find this difficult, however. where kakucho is able to be effortlessly kind and giving with you, you'll most likely be intimated by mocchi's imposing physique, and rough personality.

- although mocchi might find himself dissappointed when you're hiding from him, he'll do his damndest to have you comfortable; all while fighting off the urge to have you forcibly submit to him.

ran haitani: possessive + self-indulgent. (w. clingy traits.)

- where ran stands different from takeomi, is that he’s possessive to a much more personal level.

- takeomi perceives you as something akin to a pet, but ran can somewhat appreciate you as a human being.

- this does not mean that he’ll take your feelings in consideration, however. what this belief extends to are your opinions of him, and ran will make sure that he will occupy your mind, as much as you do his.

- ran is smothering. wherever he goes, you go. unfortunately for you, ran doesn’t go anywhere, most of the time.

rindou haitani: possessive + controlling.

- rindou believes he owns you.

- being so used to having to share the spotlight with his older brother, rindou quickly comes to find that the world splits in two; what is his and what is ran’s.

- and you best believe that when it comes to you, you’re his.

- because of this skewed belief, rindou views you as an extension of himself, believing he would only be right to exert total control of your every action.

- rindou is quick to turn controlling, meticulous in making you understand that you are his.

hajime kokonoi: over-protective + manipulative.

- similar to mikey, kokonoi's biggest fear comes from loss.

- he'll spend years chasing after someone who's long gone, looking for the gust in the wind that is akane, or in the very least a convincing enough lookalike.

- it's likely he'll find you in this search, but where you will differ, is as much more than a simple solace.

- unlike with mikey, you are given the illusion of choice with kokonoi. koko is manipulative as he is overprotective, willing to have you believe you are able to leave at any point, when you have already been spun into his web.

[animeyanderelover]

For my Second request, of 10 random yandere of your choosing, being involved with a gang member female s/o who hides the fact she’s part of another gang from her yandere. She hides the fact she’s part of a gang due to several reasons: she feels a sense of connection and community with her gang, she feels obligated to be loyal to them as her gang had saved her and accepted her, she doesn’t want to be judged by her yandere that she is a part of a gang, and she knows with how stubborn/passionate their yandere is they will try to get involved and she wants to avoid that. With this reasons in mind, she tries to hide it, however, she sucks at lying, so whenever she gets injured, she basically tells them the truth but skips over the fact that since she’s part of a gang, she got it from fighting. But she’s says everything so cheerfully and obliviously, as if it’s no big deal. Such as “oh, this bruise on my arm? Some guy on a motorcycle tried to hit me on the head with a steel pipe, but I caught it (totally not the fact a rival gang member tried to jump Me)” or “oh my broken leg? That’s due to some guy trying to shank me at the side of the street, but don’t worry I kicked them to Valhalla!! (totally not from a group fight where a rival gang member played dirty)” It eventually reaches a point where she becomes hospitalized, but she cheerfully insists that she fell down the stairs, but the yandere by then already knows something is up.

I'm so sorry but this request is low-key Tokyo Revengers coded so this entire post is just characters from Tokyo Revengers. I only wrote about 7 characters since I've been under stress with my most recent exams so I hope that isn't too bad.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive relationship, obsession, clinginess, manipulation, bribery, violence, injuries, isolation, female s/o

Gang member s/o who sucks at lying

Hanagaki Takemichi

👊​You'd think being part of Toman and having been part of countless battles would have hardened him against violence, especially because he himself has tanked quite a lot of heavy punches and kicks in fights. Any trace of normality has been thrown out of the window ever since he discovered his ability to travel back in time and he has most certainly been misguided by believing that you could provide him with a lingering sense of regularity. Seriously, with the way his life has been shaping what was he even thinking? Normally someone who is on the easier spectrum of being portentially manipulated by his darling since he is a simp, Takemichi recognises occuring injuries you suffer from all too well. His heart always drops when you appear with a new broken limb or injury, though by now he at least doesn't collapse out of shock like he did the first time he saw your horrendous condition. He's seen those wounds before and he has been in a similar position as you before. You can't fool him this time, as lovesick as he may be.

👊​His initial reaction would be to beg you to stop with the way you are living but he is surprisingly self-reflective enough to realise after his initial panic that it would be quite hypocritical of him to ask you to leave your gang whilst he himself has risked his life multiple times for Toman before. To top it all, he knows just how stubborn and scary you can be if you are told to do something against your will, even he is frightened of you when you get mad though it's somewhat sexy too. He turns to people like Chifuyu and Draken to ask them about other gangs they know about besides Toman to figure out in which gang you are even in and as a Division Leader and essentially another head of Toman overall, he does what he can to ensure that you will never get into a fight with Toman and him. Whilst he hasn't seen you fight just yet, judging from how well you deal with injuries he can tell that you are quite robust but he'd rather get beaten up bloody before he has to see you getting hurt in front of him.

👊​He eventually breaks down when he receives news that you had to get hospitalised due to a recent brawl that escalated. He goes down on his knees, begging you to stop with this as he is mentally beating himself up for not having done more to prevent this from happening. Takemichi has a habit of thinking that he has to shield everything by himself as the time traveler and for that beats himself all the more up when something terrible happens as he sees it as his sole fault for not having done more. He starts gearing up to finally take direct action. His route is initially surprisingly diplomatic as he offers your gang to work together as he wants to protect you in future fights either himself or by knowing that there are capable guys he trust involved in the fight yet a rejection won't be accepted in his vocabulary. Always one prone to attempting to do everything on his own, he's probably going to ask for a fight with your leader, even if they are a better fighter than him. No matter how heavy their punches are though, he always gets back up, desperate for them to accept his conditions and not caring what happens to him in the process.

Sano Manjiro

🦶​There is no way to deteriorate Mikey's obsession into something leaning into his dark impulses faster than a darling as reckless as you. It is in a way almost laughable how oblivious you can be to the obvious signs of it all as you give him that carefree grin, reminiscent of the one he always has when he is in a relaxed and playful mood. Only that he does not reciprocate your grin, dark eyes widening as he looks at the cast plastered over your broken leg before dulling when you chirp cheerfully that a few guys ganged up on you. Your half-baked reassurance that you broke the nose of one of the guy and are responsible for a broken jaw of another one does not heal the growing hole in his heart. Instead he steps closer to you, hands grasping your shoulders in a tight hold as he asks you in a flat tone to tell him who did this to you, his grip tightening the longer he stares at the cast. You only get a few seconds to assure him that you dealt with them yourself before he cuts you off quickly. Answer his question. Who. Did. This. To. You.

🦶​Even Draken is astonished with the sheer outrageous lies you conjure up whenever a new bruise or cast appears on your body yet you insist cheerfully every time that it was a stupid coincidende or accident. It really isn't hard to deduce that you are also involved with a gang and brawl regularly with them and that knowledge only has Mikey seething with rage even more. His mind is filled with dark thoughts of murdering every piece of shit who kicked and punched you to the point where some members have caught him mumbling about his horrific fantasies, deeply stuck in his thoughts that he didn't even notice them standing there and looking at him mildly terrified. Another emotion that crawls up his spine after the revelation though is one that is a much sharper and stinging pain. Betrayal. Betrayal that you chose to keep your gang life a secret from him and betrayal that you chose them over him. He would have gladly let you join Toman if you would have asked him. Sure, he wouldn't have let you fight but he would have taken you with him anywhere. Why do you stay loyal to your gang still? He's your boyfriend...

🦶​Paranoia gets the best of him as he fears that you would choose them over him. It is a thought that dominates his heart and mind with fear and growing dark urges. Mikey normally is a person who doesn't want to show any weakness around others yet it is a different story with you. He demands of you to leave your gang and just join his instead so that you two can always be with each other and so that he can guarantee that no bastard harms you ever again yet it is when you firmly refuse that he snaps. Your rejection and affirmation of your loyalty to your gang essentially confirms his paranoia that you value them more than him and would drop him for them. With nothing able to hold him back, he drowns in his obsession and goes after your own gang with Toman, irrational to the point where no one can stop him. The final nail in the coffin is your hospitalisation that convinces him that your gang isn't even capable of protecting you. Toman assaults your gang whilst you lay in the hospital and Mikey takes on your leader, merciless and brutal even after they are down before he tells them with blank eyes that from now on you belong to his gang and that they'd do better to stay away from you.

Ryuguji Ken

🐉​Draken should technically be used to this all and he can't deny that this all is very reminiscent with experiences he was with another person in his life. Exhausting antics, a tendency to get into brutal fights and brush off all injuries despite their seriousness and a carefree grin always given to calm his nerves. It's like taking care of Mikey all over again yet the protective nature he has quickly tranform into an overprotective obsession with you as his darling. He's had his suspicions from a very early point on as he is well informed about gangs and the violent life they lead as the vice-president of Toman. Swollen eyes, broken limbs and other injuries you constantly have the next time he sees you quickly leads him to the conclusion that you must be involved with a gang yourself. Honestly, it really isn't hard to figure it out and he doesn't even know why you are so surprised when he presents you with his theory. Really, have you ever listened to yourself lying before? You're the worst person at lying he has ever met so far.

🐉​Whilst Draken won't demand of you to abandon your gang like Mikey does, he is not fully convinced to let you continue as you are doing either. He starts prying for more information and even if you do not want to tell him about certain aspects, it is rather easy for him to read you due to your inability to be convincing when you lie. It's by constantly questioning you without putting you under pressure by upholding a interested and caring facade that he is soon able to have a rather accurate picture about your gang and its members. That's when he starts using other ways to gather more intel about the individual members of your gang, mainly by letting members from Toman spy on them. All of that of course in secrecy as he wouldn't want to displease you as he's aware that you do not want to get him involved in your life. Draken on the other hand wants to figure out now how capable and loyal the people of your gang really are as you obviously view them in a subjective light and could never seriously criticise them.

🐉​His mind is made up when you land in the hospital with severe injuries from your last fight. His expression is unreadable as he visits you, dark eyes watching you as you muster a grin and tell him that everything is fine and you just fell down the stairs in an attempt to hide from him that you got into a rather intense fight this time before he interrupts you. He thinks it would be better for you to leave your gang. In a short fit of outrage, you nearly get out of bed but he quickly forces you back down and hisses at you to lay still or else your injuries will open up again. His gaze is firm though as he informs you that he doesn't think the members of your gang are good enough to survive gang life out there nor do they possess other qualities needed in his opinion. You're terribly stubborn and he knows that but he can't bear to watch you like this anymore. He will have to find a way to have you leave the gang or to come up with an idea how to break them off. Perhaps he should pay your leader a visit himself and show them just how silly their fantasies are. A good dose of genuine fear may finally help them realise just how dangerous the life of a gang not suited enough is in the streets out there...

Baji Keisuke

🖤​People like Chifuyu can only watch with eyes as wide as saucers as it is almost like watching two Bajis at once when you are around. The similarities between him and you are mindblowing and Baji himself isn't sure whether he should find this amusing or if he should be slightly concerned. Your grin is like a trademark, one that you always flash him even if there are stitches over your eyebrow or if multiple fingers of yours are bandaged. Baji on the other hand always turns up his sleeves whenever he sees your injuries, a feral grin of his own on his face that does little to hide his sparking anger as he asks you which bitch he has to pummel into the ground. The First Division Captain is strikingly possessive and protective and his concern mainly shown in his willingness to beat anyone up who he suspects to be responsible for your emotional or physical strain. He has never gotten a truthful answer from you though as you always come up with bullshit on the spot in hopes of calming him down.

🖤​Whilst Baji may lack in academical knowledge though, he is someone who has a sharp intellect and can understand things well outside of school. He suspects that there is something up that you don't want him to know about and it irritates him that you keep it from him. The irritation is quite visible on his face but he doesn't force you immediately to spit it out what you are keeping from him. As a countermeasure to the wounds you have received though, you find Baji taking the role of the guard dog for you whenever you go anywhere. He's far too stubborn to listen to you when you reassure him that you can spend time on your own without the need for him to protect you. The injuries pile up on you though and he feels more and more like wanting to murder someone as he starts pressuring you to tell him the truth only for you to remain silent. Chifuyu eventually brings up his idea that you may also be involved in a gang and fight with them as your injuries and your horrible lies would line up nicely with that theory.

🖤​Somehwere in his mind he can acknowledge your loyalty to your gang as he is nothing short of dedicated to Toman as well yet there is a double standard that becomes soon apparent. He'd rather have you take a step back from gang life as he deems you as too weak to continue. Far too often do you end up with wounds and injuries that he takes as proof that you are not good enough in fights and that belief is especially strengthened when you end up needing to stay for a longer time in the hospital due to your most recent injuries. Both of you get in an argument as neither of you backs off from their belief and it ultimately leaves Baji with no choice but solve things the way he knows best. With a good brawl. He seeks out your gang himself and challenges them to a fight. If he wins, he demands of them to disband and to not get involved in fights anymore. He's fully prepared to become the villain in your eyes, though that doesn't mean that he'll let you leave him. If you really wanna beat up people that bad though, he wouldn't mind jumping random guys in the streets with you. You look rather hot after all whilst beating someone up...

Mitsuya Takashi

🪡If there is one person in Toman who would see right through your lies even if you wouldn't be such a terrible liar, next to Draken obviously, it's Mitsuya. As level-headed and calm as he is, he serves as the counterpart to your reckless and occasionally feral behavior by attempting to calm you down and talking some sense into your brain. He can tell by simply observing you and taking notice of your injuries that you are part of a gang. Whilst Takashi is also a very essential part of Toman, he surprisingly enough isn't too keen on fighting unless it is absolutely needed which is why your willingness to constantly join the fights of your gang is something he is secretly displeased about. He may not outright scold you nor even let you know that he is already on about your secret that you try to cover with horrendeous lies yet he is already trying to make plans himself. As someone who is a subtle manipulator, Mitsuya gently coaxes you into revealing bits of information about your gang and the individual members every time you two meet.

🪡​Partially he is self-aware about the fact that you essentially do what lots of members in Toman would also do. Inherently he isn't completely against the loyalty and devotion you exhibit for your gang yet all the wounds and injuries you constantly suffer as a result hamper his patience and willingness to let you go on that way. You disregard your own health and body and merely brush it off as little scratches even if he reminds you sternly that one day you may not get away with only a broken leg or twenty stitches. Really, he doesn't want to be overbearing but how can he not end up being very overprotective when you yourself are so incapable of looking after yourself? It gets more noticable as time passes by and he essentially turns into the overly worried mother for you who constantly has to remind you to rest in bed or take it easy to not strain your already injured body. He offers all the help he can give though even if you reject it, he'll end up giving it to you anyways.

🪡​You do not know that yet but Mitsuya has actually already gotten in contact with some members of your gang out of concern for you yet it is when you end up in dire need of an operation that he finds himself confronting them with a much more serious disposition. This has gone too far. You could have died this time around. He demands of them to do some serious reflection on their ways and reminds them that they would stand no real chance if a bigger group would ever decide to take them on. A serious and level-headed composure can be rather frightening under the right circumstances and this is what happens in that moment as he also reveals nonchalantly that he has gotten his hand on some unsavory information that could end up fatal if given to the wrong people. He refrains from violence and instead goes with blackmailing for now, though perhaps his status as a Division Captain is already protection and intimidation enough. Perhaps it would be seen as dirty in the eyes of your gang and even yourself but Mitsuya would be open enough to admit that he has actually held back merely because you see those people as your friends and from what he has observed, they value you as well.

Matsuno Chifuyu

🟡​Chifuyu is the definition of loyal and sticks with you through thick and thin even if your antics threaten to drive him up the wall at times. Your whole demeanor reminds him very vividly of his own Division Captain and even Baji himself likes to make jokes about it when you spend time with Chifuyu. Truthfully spoken, it really isn't difficult to sense that there is something you are hiding with all the injuries that litter your body on some days. You deny it every single time as you come up with an explanation for every broken limb or every scar and stitch that you sport yet seem very unaware of the fact that your lies only fuel his suspicion further. Chifuyu is honestly not sure whether he should be baffled or pull at his hair in frustration whenever you present him with another excuse for an injury. Do you even know that you suck at lying or do you genuinely believe people to accept the lies that you offer? He's worried for you though even if you lie to him again and again and refuse to tell him the truth and those protective instincts push him to grow clingier, worried that with your careless behavior you might end up reopening some stitches.

🟡​He tolerates your bullshit for quite a while though even if he feels like a kicked puppy every time he attempts to ask you if you could tell him the truth only for you to dismiss it with yet another of your stupid lies. Chifuyu is honestly too good to you at times and he is actually self-aware of that but can't help himself. The longer this drags on though and the more serious your injuries get, the more he finds himself pushed closer to the edge. He knows, alright! He knows already that you must be involved in the gang life yourself but it is killing him that you don't let him in on it. He could help you. He could protect you! He's your boyfriend, for fuck's sake. Why are you locking him out? The habit of stalking you is solely born because you refuse to let him in on everything and it is via stalking that he also figures out who the other people belonging to your gang are. He hates to admit it but he feels a sense of anxiety as he realises just how loyal you are to them and wonders if he is just second place as he has entered your life after you had already met your gang.

🟡​He's witness to another violent fight between your gang and another one and when he realises that you are down and seriously injured, he rushes in and takes the beating for you from a member of the enemy gang. Even bruised and battered though, he puts your health before his own as he drives you to the hospital where he waits for hours on end before he can finally visit you. Even then you still dare to lie to him and that's when he breaks. He lashes emotionally out as tears run down his face. Are you serious?! You're still trying to lie to him?? Do you really think of him as that untrustworthy?? It's rare for him to let his emotions overwhelm him easily but it happens in that moment, the most prominent ones are betrayal and a doubtful fear that he really means less to you than your own gang. It's after his outburst that he is finally done with keeping up with your behavior as he reasons that he has in fact been too tolerant about everything. No wonder that you seem to take him for an idiot. He hasn't been assertive enough. That'll change from today on though...

Kokonoi Hajime

💴​Normally Kokonoi would love to mess around with his darling a bit since he can be a tad bit more malicious and sadistic at times yet it's those repetitive injuries that trigger a vulnerable and raw side out of him. Every time he spots you with new broken bones or he notices a freshly stitched wound of yours, his mind automatically flashes back to Akane in the hospital. There is probably no quicker way than to break him down faster than constantly appearing with new casts or stitches in front of him. There has never been a time where he hasn't demanded from you with narrowed eyes to tell him who did this to you so that he can arrange some things here and there to see it through that they never bother you again yet it is your unwillingness to tell him and always present him with a dumb lie of yours that always serves as fuel to the stirring inferno. Whether you see him as an idiot or merely try to hide something from him and just suck at lying, his anger only festers every time another lie leaves your lips.

💴​It really doesn't take long for Kokonoi to already know everything he needs to know and he is beyond unhappy. As someone whose obsession is one build one possessiveness and the desire to control his darling, everything you personify goes against his own wants. You are far too independent, recklessly throw yourself into brawls to defend the honor of your gang as your loyalty lies with them when it should belong to him and risk your own body and health as a result which seems to be a constant fear that has a vice-grip on his heart. He despises your antics and the grin you give him every time you end up with a new reminder of your most recent fight and act as if nothing happened at all. Do you seriously think you'll be fine or do you simply not care? Part of his ire is also turned against your gang though as he loathes them for many reasons. Not only does he see them as a threat to your safety but also as rivals he has to get rid of. He has to cut their ties with you and make you believe that they abandoned you so that he can swap roles with them and become the person you depend on.

💴​Money has always been something he could use to corrupt and buy people and he uses it in this situation as well. He hires thieves to work as spies for him and collect more information on the life your gang leads as well as digging up some dirt on individual gang members. Even if he finds none, he can always make up some stuff. As Kokonoi wants to break your trust in your own gang, he even attempts bribing them with money and manipulating them to abandon you. It's when he is informed that you were sent to the hospital and had to go through surgery that he finally loses composure when he visits you only to be greeted with that same cursed smile that you have been giving him since forever. Do you have a death wish or what?! He flips out for a few moments, hisses out words dripping with venom as he openly admits how he feels about your gang and directs some of his words against you as well. He won't let you risk your life for those people! He can't understand for the life of him what worth they could possibly have. You just wait, he will see it through that you will never see them again.

[cheesus-doodles]

Commissioned this gobsmacking piece from @purarupu earlier this year to commemorate Chapter 3 of A Friend in Me but never got posting it!

I absolutely love how it turned out, the colors are gorgeous, and the two of them look so happy together kkfkjfjfjfjjfjfjf (〃ω〃) not that Toman's all too happy about that

Sure Koko has never been shown to ride a bike, but if you ask him to, he certainly will! What a lovely day and lovely piece!

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Rest of my commissioned pieces here >>

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[mochiswifey]

TOKYO REV GAG

TAKEOMI: Do you have LINE?

Y/N: No, but you certainly have LINES. On your forehead.

TAKEOMI:

[brennenscolby]

The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

[kissesforsatoru]

Izana, Mikey, Koko, how would you react to finding your darling asleep on your side of the bed hugging your clothes after coming back from a bussiness trip? They seemed to miss you a lot.

mikey : awe, my darling really missed me that much? how fucking cute. i would immediately get into bed with them and hold them closely so that when they wake up the first thing they'll see is that i'm back with them. i think i'd have to leave them more often so that get to see this side of them more often. or at least leave for a few hours because after this i don't think i could ever leave my darling alone again unless it was absolutely necessary.

izana : i'd wake them up and tell them i'm back. i wouldn't have the heart to leave my darling helplessly sleeping if i'm back when they seem to miss me so much. would take them into my arms to hug and kiss them and i'd stay with them the entire rest of the day. i'll also arrange for them to accompany me on all of my business trips after that. it would be heartless of me to leave them when they need me so much. i could never make my darling sad by leaving them again.

koko : my heart would bursts seeing that. my sweet darling really missed me so much that they had to surround themselves with my things? i'd probably bend down beside the bed to kiss them softly and brush their hair out of their face. and i'd stay there until they wake up. i could never get enough of looking at my darling, they're so precious. i'll try my damndest to stay with them from then on, and if i can't i'm taking them with me. i'll never be able to live with myself if i had to leave them alone again.

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[youatemylollipop]

Hi! Can I ask for some yandere headcanons for Yandere Izana and Koko (separate)? Thank you!

A/N: I don’t know why, but it always feels like I’m portraying their possible yandere behavior incorrectly.😑

Ft: Kokonoi Hajime & Kurokawa Izana (Tokyo Revengers).

Part One: Hanagaki Takemichi, Ryūguji Ken & Sano Manjirō ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Part Three: Imaushi Wakasa & Sano Shinichiro ➵ Tokyo Revengers

⚠️ WARNING: Yandere, possessiveness, jealousy, manipulation, control, dominance, dependency, obsession, suffocation, violence & criminal activity.

Kokonoi Hajime

➵ Koko's love for his darling is driven by his need for control and dominance. He sees his darling as his property, and becomes possessive and jealous when anyone else tries to get close to them.

➵ Koko is manipulative and cunning, and will use his intelligence and resources to bend others to his will in order to get what he wants. He sees his darling as an extension of himself, and will stop at nothing to maintain his hold over them.

➵ Despite his cold and calculating nature, Koko is deeply devoted to his darling, and will do anything to make them happy. He will shower them with gifts and attention, and is always there to offer support and guidance when they need it.

➵ Koko's love for his darling is all-encompassing, and he will go to great lengths to protect them from harm. He sees himself as their savior, and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe, even if it means breaking the law or risking his own life.

➵ Koko's love for his darling is tied to his need for validation and approval. He sees his darling as a reflection of his own success and worth, and becomes jealous and possessive when they show attention or affection to others.

➵ Koko's intelligence and resourcefulness are often used to manipulate his darling into doing what he wants. He will carefully craft situations and scenarios that force his darling to rely on him, creating a sense of dependence that he can exploit for his own gain.

➵ Koko's devotion to his darling is often expressed through grand gestures and lavish gifts. He wants to prove his love and devotion to them in tangible ways, and will go to great lengths to make them happy.

➵ Koko's love for his darling can be suffocating at times, as he expects them to always be by his side and devote their entire lives to him. He can become upset if his darling shows any signs of independence or individuality, as he sees this as a threat to his control over them.

➵ Koko's obsession with his darling is driven by his need for validation and approval. He sees his darling as the only person who can truly appreciate him and his accomplishments, and he becomes jealous and possessive when others try to take their attention away from him.

➵ Koko is a master manipulator, and often uses his charm and wit to get what he wants. He is skilled at reading people and knows exactly how to push their buttons to get them to do his bidding.

➵ Koko's possessiveness is not limited to just his darling; he also feels the need to control every aspect of their life, including their thoughts and feelings. He wants to be the center of their world, and will stop at nothing to achieve that goal.

➵ Despite his cunning nature, Koko is also deeply emotional and sensitive. He feels everything deeply, especially when it comes to his darling, and will do anything to make them happy and keep them safe.

➵ Koko sees his love for his darling as pure and selfless, and believes that everything he does is for their benefit. He would never intentionally harm his darling, but if anyone were to try to take them away from him, he would stop at nothing to get them back.

You and Koko have been dating for a few months now, and you can tell that he's completely smitten with you. He's always showering you with gifts and affection, and you can't help but feel flattered by his attention.

One day, Koko invites you over to his apartment for a romantic evening together. As soon as you arrive, he greets you with a warm smile and leads you inside. The apartment is dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere.

"Welcome, my darling," Koko says, taking your hand and leading you to the couch. "I've been looking forward to spending some quality time with you."

You settle onto the couch, snuggled up against Koko's side as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You can feel his eyes watching you, studying your every move, and you can tell that he's in one of his possessive moods.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, my love?" Koko asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You shrug, feeling a little uneasy under his intense gaze. "Not really, I'm just happy to be here with you," you say, trying to sound casual.

Koko's expression darkens slightly, and you can tell that he's not entirely satisfied with your answer. "Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?" He asks, his tone growing more insistent.

You start to feel a little trapped under his scrutiny, but you know that trying to resist him will only make things worse. "Well, I guess I've been feeling a little overwhelmed lately," you admit, hoping that he'll be sympathetic.

Koko's face softens, and he strokes your hair gently. "I'm sorry to hear that, my love. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

You shake your head, feeling a little guilty for burdening him with your problems. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine."

But Koko won't let it go that easily. "Please, let me help you," he says, his voice almost pleading. "I hate to see you unhappy."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of his intense gaze bearing down on you. But then you nod, knowing that he won't be satisfied until you let him take control.

"Okay, well, I guess I've just been feeling a little... suffocated, lately," you say, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. "I love you, Koko, but sometimes it feels like you want me to be with you all the time, and it's a lot of pressure."

Koko's expression darkens at your words, and for a moment you're afraid that you've gone too far. But then he takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I understand how you feel, my love," he says, his voice low and soothing. "But you have to understand that you are mine. You belong to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, but you can't deny the thrill of being so desired. "I know, Koko," you say, reaching out to touch his face. "And I love you, too. I just need a little space sometimes."

Koko's expression softens at your words, and he leans in to kiss you gently. "Of course, my love," he says, his hand caressing your cheek. "I want you to be happy, always. And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

Kurokawa Izana

➵ Izana's obsession with his darling is rooted in his need for control and power. He sees his darling as a symbol of his kingdom, and believes that by possessing them, he can achieve his ultimate goal of domination.

➵ Izana is extremely possessive and jealous of his darling, and can become violent towards anyone who he perceives as a threat to their relationship. He will go to great lengths to eliminate anyone who he believes is getting too close to his darling, including members of his own gang.

➵ Despite his cruel and ruthless nature, Izana is surprisingly attentive and affectionate towards his darling. He will shower them with gifts and compliments, and is always there to provide emotional support and comfort when they need it.

➵ Izana's affection for his darling is often possessive and controlling. He can become upset if his darling shows any kind of independence or autonomy, as he sees this as a threat to his control over them. He wants to be the center of their world, and will not tolerate any distractions or competition.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is all-consuming, and he will do anything to ensure their happiness and safety, even if it means sacrificing his own life or the lives of others. He sees his darling as his queen, and believes that they are meant to stay by his side.

➵ Izana's possessiveness extends to every aspect of his darling's life. He wants to control every decision they make, from what they wear to whom they interact with. He believes that his darling belongs to him, and he will not tolerate any disobedience or resistance.

➵ Izana's violent tendencies are not limited to those who pose a threat to his relationship with his darling. He has been known to harm innocent bystanders who he perceives as disrespectful or unimportant. He sees himself as a king, and expects everyone to treat him and his darling accordingly.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is intertwined with his love for power and control. He sees their relationship as a means to an end, a way for him to achieve his ultimate goal of dominating the criminal underworld. He will do whatever it takes to ensure that his darling remains by his side, even if it means committing heinous acts or betraying his own gang.

➵ Izana's obsession with his darling is also fueled by his fear of being alone. He sees his darling as the only person who truly understands him and can fill the void in his life, and he cannot bear the thought of losing them.

➵ Despite his violent tendencies, Izana is skilled at hiding his true nature from others. He presents himself as charming and charismatic, and often uses his social status and wealth to gain the trust and admiration of those around him.

➵ Izana's possessiveness extends beyond just his darling; he also feels the need to control every aspect of their life, including their friendships, career, and personal choices.

➵ In his twisted mind, Izana believes that he is doing his darling a favor by eliminating anyone who could potentially hurt or betray them. He sees himself as a hero who is protecting his darling from the dangers of the world.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is not limited to just physical possessions or control. He is also emotionally dependent on them, and cannot imagine living without them. He would do anything to keep his darling by his side, even if it means causing harm to others.

You're sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone when you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see Izana standing in the doorway, a look of adoration on his face.

"Darling," he says, his voice filled with affection. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You smile at him, feeling a mix of love and unease. You know that Izana's obsession with you is not healthy, but you can't help the thrill that comes with being the center of his world.

"Izana, what brings you here?" You ask, trying to keep your tone light.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you," he says, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "I've been so busy with the gang lately that I haven't had as much time for you as I'd like.”

You feel a flicker of guilt. You know that Izana wants to be the only thing in your life, and you've been spending more time with your friends lately.

"I'm sorry, Izana," you say, hoping to placate him. "I've just been trying to balance everything."

"I understand, my love," he says, moving closer to you. "But you need to remember that you belong to me. I am your king, and you are my queen. You must prioritize me above all else."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words. You know that Izana's love for you is possessive and controlling, but there's a part of you that revels in his attention.

"I know, Izana," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'll do better."

"I'm glad to hear it," he says, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are soft and gentle at first, but then they turn hungry and demanding. You feel his hands on your body, possessive and controlling, and you know that you're in for a rough night.

As he pulls away, you try to keep your breathing even, but you can feel your heart racing. You know that Izana's love for you is not healthy, but there's a part of you that craves his attention and control.

"I love you, darling," he says, running a hand through your hair. "Remember that you are mine, and I will do anything to protect you."

You nod, feeling a mix of fear and love. You know that Izana's love for you is possessive and dangerous, but you can't help the thrill that comes with being his queen.

[macsimagines]

hi, i love your works! it’s always nice to see yan tokyo rev writers!

could you please write something for kokonoi, maybe general headcanons about what being his darling is like? you can choose whatever timeline you want, i don’t care lol!

THANKYOU

ASK BOX IS OPEN

Yandere!Kokonoi

Hope you like not having any freedom what so ever because that's what your life has officially become since you became his Darling.

This boy is scared for life after loosing his first love and that's never gonna happen to you. So now you're under close watch and have so many restrictions you might as well give up any hope of having your autonomy.

But its not all bad. Koko has enough money to keep you entertained if thats your thing.

Clothes, jewelry, food its all yours so long as you behave. He's gonna keep you comfortable because he wants you to be nice and docile for him.

And if you're not then life is going to suck hard. He won't ever hit you be physically abusive, he saw what that was like thanks to Taiju and he wants nothing to do with that shit ever again.

However there are other ways he can hurt you. Like isolating you in a room with nothing but a bed and a toilet. Only one meal a day of some weird slop and a bucket of cold water to clean yourself.

Maybe then you'll appreciate how lavish he can let you live...

[sinfulseashell]

Question for Y!Bonten

How would they react if reader successfully escapes and maybe a year or two later, when they found them again she was actually pregnant with their child and the reason she ran away is because she wanted to give the baby a better life.

Thank you ❤❤

Y!Mikey: A grim expression washes over his once blank features, the thought of his darling ever escaping his grasp and running away from him makes his stomach churn. “Idiotic.” He speaks heavily. “How ungrateful they must be to run away…and let alone with my child.” With a lifeless glare he turned to the interviewer. “They would regret ever running away…from me.”

Y!Sanzu: The male tries to stifle his laughter, finally sighing with a languid hum. “Escape from me? Oh that’s rich, the only way that would ever happen is if I die.” He chuckled again, cyan eyes scanning the interviewer. “You ask the most dumbest questions, but I’ll humor you. If my darling was to escape…by gods mercy…as well as to say I have no fucking idea where they are,” a boisterous laugh emits from him. “-and they had my child behind my back…well.” He smirks wickedly. “Let’s just say that may god have mercy on their souls.”

Y!Rindou: “You need Jesus…” he hissed.

Y!Takeomi: Cringing at his brothers answer, Takeomi shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have to make sure that my darling would escape from me. They would be able to go as they please.” He smiles brightly. “I’m not really the holding hostage type of guy.” He chuckled letting the smoke from his cigarette blow from his nostrils.

Y!Kokonoi: Stares at Sanzu with a new found fear, “Ok. This is why I lock my bedroom door at night. Do you hear that shit Sanzu just said? Like…what the fuck. Please refrain from asking him anymore questions…it’s both cringy and terrifying.” Audibly cringing Koko sighs. “I agree with Takeomi. I wouldnt lock my darling away especially since they wouldn’t ever want to leave me anyways. I spoil mine way to much, so I have everything they would ever need.”

Y!Ran: “I love the confidence Koko. Makes you look absolutely adorable that you play the man of the relationship.” Ran chuckles teasingly.

Y!Kokonoi: “What. The. Fuck. Is that supposed to mean, Haitani?” The blonde snaps at him.

Y!Rindou: “Anyways…I’m not the jealous type.” The male leans back in his chair with a smirk.

Y!Ran: “Oh Rin. Stop being in denial darling. He would throw the biggest fit out of all us.” He leaned forward mockingly moving and speaking like Rin. *making his voice a higher pitch to match his brother* “I’ll kill them! But I’ll kill all of you first! Bastards! Letting them go out without me! I hate all of you! Dumbasses!” *pretend sobbing* “I love you! Please don’t leave me!”

Y!Rindou: Watching his brother mock him only made him more irritated than before suddenly smacking his head. “SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” He growled.

Y!Ran: As if freezing in place Ran turned to face him, “Rin. You don’t hit me, ok? This is how I end up almost killing you everytime. Now I get to hit you back…”

{BRIEF INTERMISSION}

Everyone sits back down with ruffled clothes, and bruised/bleeding faces.

Y!Ran: He clears his throat and smiles at the interviewer. “Thank you for being so patient darling. Anyways I would be heartbroken that they would even think to escape from me considering I give them everything they could ever want.” Ran playfully pouts. “-but I will always know where my darling is, and I wouldn’t be surprised about the baby since I would already know that as well. Trust me I know everything about my darling. Even things they don’t know about themselves.” He grinned.

Y!Mochi: “I would be the same as Takeomi. I wouldn’t have to lock my darling away since they are already so obedient. I mean that’s the first part of training them, once they have been obedient enough for me then I can fully trust them.” He smiles brightly seemingly happy with his answer.

Y!Kakucho: Even though he was silent the entire time, there was not a moment that the question didn’t make him wonder if his darling would ever truly do this sort of thing. “Was I not good enough for them? Did I make them that afraid of me?” His multicolored eyes shot towards the interviewer with desperation. “Am I doing too much to cause this sort of reaction from them?” After a few moments he slowly calmed down. “I would never want my darling to ever feel as if they couldn’t raise their child with me…” he whispered.

(I’m sorry this took so damn long 😭 I hope you enjoy this 💖)

[greenfoxeyedbrunette]

tw! kn1fe pl4y, wound, blood (that part is a flashback though so i guess you can skip that part; that section will be marked)

viewer discretion is advised specifically because of the kn1fe pl4y !!

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Your lover strips down naked and enters the shower. Looking down on his body, he eyes the shallow mark you left him on his inner arm last night. He sighs as he slowly runs his finger on the wound recalling the events leading up to it.

tw!! You grin as you slide your blade into his skin. "Oh.. so pretty~" you say in amusement. Your eyes gleam as his blood leaks through similar to how his eyes drip a tear or two from the pain.

"I-it.. I.." his brows furrowed, frowns and gritting his teeth from the sting. "Augh~" he moans as you put your open mouth to his cut, slowly licking it..!!tw end

"Mmm~ fuck I.." he puts his own mouth to his arm, making out with it. Imagining as if he was making out with you instead. 

You smile "You're so good for me". You leave kisses on the skin repeatedly.

"Ngh.. yes..!" he kneels on the bathroom floor. He's rock hard and doesn't hesitate to touch himself while he continues to kiss his body.

Tears well up in his eyes out of pity for himself. "Fuck... I'm so pathetic..." He squeezes his dick and pumps even harder. "Hah.. fuck" hot c*m shoots out from his body. He adds with a voice crack "..I love you! "

armin arlert, alexis ness, michael kaiser, reiner braun, kazutora hanemiya, kokonoi hajime, izana kurokawa, julian devorak, kaedehara kazuha

[cheesus-doodles]

A Friend In Me: Chapter 4

Yandere Platonic Toman

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my usual pink line divide no longer works because it messes with the tags ;^; have this divider from angelfire instead

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The world around Mikey came to a standstill. His ears buzzed with static, unable to process anything as his mind raced. In a sole instant, everything clicked together as if an incomplete puzzle finally being solved, and the Tokyo Manji Gang president could see the full picture, though the surprise at this revelation never made it to reflect in those abyss eyes. 

It made sense now, the blond-haired boy mused, watching the other five Toman founders burst into action in slow motion around him. He understood. Why you were attracted to two fighting delinquents instead of beating a hasty retreat like everyone else when you first met them, why you never seemed bothered by them turning up with small splatters of blood on their disheveled uniforms, why you could so effectively patch up injuries. You had never divulged or discussed your home life nor your childhood with them, and he had never bothered pressing you for details. Because why would he, when all evidence pointed to you living alone and having always lived alone? Having followed you home countless times to an empty house, you were always alone at all times of the day. No laundry or carelessly strewn clothes to be found, no closed or locked room that indicated another resident in your home. Even the pictures that decorated the walls and your bedrooms have always just been you and them.

“Hey!” From behind Mikey came a shout from Mitsuya, quickly followed by the telltale sounds of a tussle between the Toman Vice President and the Second Division Captain over you in the middle. “Don’t pull like that!”

You had grown up beside a delinquent. Your older brother whom you had never cared to mention was himself a fearsome and borderline insane delinquent - they had doubetlessly heard of Madarame Shion’s brutality and his supposed involvement in underworld crimes even before their paths crossed. Of course nothing they did would surprise or scare you if this was the normal behavior you were exposed to all your life. 

Abyss eyes turned to take in the expression on your face, the horror at what was happening slowly settling into your swollen eyes even as tears continued to streak down flush cheeks. Yet, all it took was the merest exposure to what was the normalcy of any delinquent’s life for you to break down - a telling-off, a by-far bloodless fight, nothing that would raise the eyebrow of a seasoned onlooker really. So how much did you really know? Did you know of their previous clash with Shion and the ninth generation of Black Dragons back when from the founding of Toman? He doubted it - your reaction to them after their fight would have been a lot stronger if you did. But most importantly, why didn’t you tell them earlier about having an older sibling?

A muffled shout from your still-connected call to your disgrace-of-a-delinquent older brother was enough to draw Mikey’s attention back to the current situation at hand, though he all but ignored whatever that goon had to say. No, you couldn’t know, he determined, because if you did, you would clearly see that they had no reason to fear a shithead like Shion. They had beaten him and his gang once already, what was a second time? But he could get the answers out of you later, once you were safe and away from this mess. For now, the Toman President mused, as time returned to its usual speed and the world exploded back into its full chaotic state, there were more important things to settle.

The mere thought of possibly losing you to this black-haired homewrecker you called Koko, or even worse, the loser of an older brother that they have already beaten to a pulp once; his heart raced. He couldn’t accept it. These weak-willed losers couldn’t be allowed to win him, especially not in a matter as important as this. 

Pivoting around, your watery eyes were helplessly fixed on the brawl going down right in front of you, phone clutched in a white-knucked grip. This was all for your own good. He was just protecting you from the wider world, the Toman President tried to convince himself, his slippered feet starting its ominous route towards the brawling four, his hands tucked almost casually into the pockets of his school pants. Your eyes immediately snapping to him and your lips falling apart as you watched him move.

Not because Mikey needed your support and your attention; no, he didn’t need you as much as you needed him. He was strong, the unshakable pillar of the Tokyo Manji Gang, not soft and weak and a crybaby like you. His heart wasn’t aching at the mere thought of never being able to see you again, never having you pamper and lavish him with attention and love and filling the hole in his heart - the palpitations was from excitement, the itch to fight and drive away the enemies of his friends.

He was the Invincible Mikey, and now more than ever, he needed to make sure that everyone knew why.

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Ninth Generation Black Dragon President. You heard Koko loud and clear right before the momentary tranquility went straight to hell once more, but now you could barely think amidst the cacophony. Individually, the words made sense, yet strung together, it became incoherent to your spinning mind. Too many, too much. Watching Baji once more take aim at the opposing delinquent, you staggered a step forward, your heart urging you to take action; do something, do anything. Before someone gets hurt again. 

You were yanked back before you could take another step, vaguely registering Draken’s voice snapping at you but nothing registering in your mind. Fixated on the fight going on its second round, the white of Inui’s uniform, combined with his sunflower-blond hair, seemed to almost glimmer in the sunlight as it caught your eye, and the memories you had long lost to the back of your mind came surging back to the front. You had seen that uniform before, having washed and scrubbed the blood from the white fabric before Shion moved out. It’s happening. Again. Any control you felt you had left over your own life was slipping through your fingers once more; the way of your life that you had so painstakingly built, the personality you had so carefully tailored, everything was falling apart in front of your eyes. All over again.

Those stunned expressions you just saw simply couldn’t be faked, you knew instinctively, not with how all of them wore the same look on their faces. For reasons beyond you, everyone present all knew your older brother, and vice versa. They all hated each other, and you were caught right in the middle. How could you have known that the only friends you had knew of and hated each other? What more could you have done? What could you have done differently?

Maybe you should have heeded Mikey’s and the other’s warnings about Koko. Maybe if you hadn’t gone looking for that CB250T. If you hadn’t-

Every breath became heavier and heavier, faster and faster, and you struggled to fill your lungs, the air sludgy and thick. The world around you was all too much. Too loud. You couldn’t-

A fresh pair of arms enveloped you, and you were pulled into a tight hug. “Breathe.”

You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, your body shuddering as the atmosphere instantly thinned out. You gulped down as much oxygen as you could, your sweating palms glistening in the light of the afternoon sun.

“Are you alright?” Mitsuya’s voice was calm, soft, those calloused hands gently running through your hair as he bodily blocked you from the fight that was occurring just a stone’s throw away.

Unable to speak, you simply nodded, wiping your fist on your shirt. I’m fine, you mouthed, though you knew that Mitusya knew it was a lie, your skin having turned several tones lighter from the lack of air. But you had other more important things to concern yourself with (at least in your view), as you attempted to look over your friend’s mob of purple hair. What had you missed? 

“Relax,” the Toman founder tried to convince you, resting one hand atop your head yet not forcing you down by any means despite Draken’s annoyed ‘tch’ from behind you, where he continued to hold on to you tightly. “Let them handle it.” 

Let them handle it? Giving a shaky glance you hoped was reassuring at Mitsuya, you turned your attention back to the fight, right as Kazutora broke past Inupi’s defense, his fist outstretched and jealous anger fully directed at Koko.

In a single blink, you broke free from both Draken and Mitsuya’s grip, your long strides closing the distance between you and Koko. “Tory, stop!”

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The last thing Koko expected was to see you flying towards him, putting your decidedly much more fragile self between him and the Toman founder.

”Fuck- Watch out!” 

An exceptionally hard yank from Koko had both you and him flying backwards, but the loud smack of a fist into the back of your head as the two of you fell towards the ground was unmistakable. His gut dropped. Damn it. Too late. Landing with an oof on the hard ground and you atop him, the infamous financier could hardly acknowledge the ache of his back, not while his thoughts were focused solely on you. “Are you alright?” What on earth were you thinking? He wasn’t exactly a delinquent but he sure as hell could take, if not dodge, a hit better than you - he just preferred standing behind others.

You winced, rubbing what should be a forming sore spot where you were hit. “I’m fine,” you assured, the momentary crinkle of your forehead as you carefully shifted tilted your head telling otherwise, though it was quick to evaporate as the realization of who cushioned your fall hit you. You scrambled to stand, but you were instantly tackled to the ground once more by a bawling Toman founder with black and yellow hair and nearly falling over again - Kazutora, if Koko remembered correctly.

”I- I-“ Barely able to speak, your own injury was forgotten as you instantly shifted to attempt to soothe the wailing boy with an undeserved gentleness. “I hit-”

”I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure. “It barely touched me.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say, your voice quickly drowned out as Kazutora only cried harder, burying his face into your shirt, fists clenching bundles of your school shirt. 

Koko could only watch on as you caught his gaze, returning an apologetic one of your own as you did your best to soothe the bawling delinquent - a sight that he never thought he would witness. He did already have a good idea of what your self-proclaimed Toman friends were like, having been forewarned about how protective they were of you (some of your stories truly did raise an eyebrow or two). And sure, Inupi had whirled around at his alarmed shout with what should be an intent to help, but his attention had been forced back to the fight on hand almost instantaneously when Baji had attempted to take advantage of his momentary distraction to go in for a sweep; it's not as if his friend didn’t care at all. But expecting to have to throw hands was one thing, understandable even, given how he would be associated with Inupi and thus the Black Dragons, but this level of attachment? Were all these waterworks even real?

A set of footsteps stomping in his direction had the notorious financier look up, and straight at the Toman’s Vice Captain towering over him. But the other’s ire surprisingly wasn’t directed at him, and instead, you were bodily lifted by the front of your shirt, forcing Kazutora off of you right before you were shaken like a stuck salt shaker. “What the hell were you thinking?! That was insane!”

“I’m alright-” You barely got two words out before being cut off again.

“YOU ARE NOT OKAY,” bellowed back an uncharacteristically furious Draken, and you threw both hands up in surrender even as you continued to be shaken around like a martini.  “YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN HURT. OR KILLED!”

Kazutora only started to cry harder at his words, babbling incoherently as he tried to latch onto your legs.

At least the Toman Third Division Captain was on your side, stepping between a furious Vice Captain and you and prying you free with little effort. “You’re making it worse,” Pah said simply, echoing Mitsuya’s earlier words.

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“-ey! HEY! ” The vague screams of Shion echoed out from beneath you, alerting you, Koko and everyone else to the fact that you had yet to hang up on your previous call. Fishing around beneath you where your phone had most likely fallen earlier on, your older brother’s frankly annoying shrieking was finally noticed, now that the general mayhem had died down. 

And much to Koko’s annoyance, you visibly stiffened upon hearing Shion once more, like a bolt of lightning ran up your spine, and you bent over to gingerly pick up your dropped phone. He hated seeing you scared of someone as useless as Shion, a scumbag even Inupi wasn’t impressed with. If he could make your problem disappear, he would in a blink. Not that this would be right time to tell you this. 

The clash of delinquents had long driven off any last soul left that tried to wander down this street, the road deserted of passerbys of any kind. Even the wind had long died down, and Koko hastily dabbed away the sweat forming along his upper lip. “Ah, nii-san-” You mumbled out under your breath, though that was most likely more to remind yourself who you were dealing with on the other end.

“FUCKING FINALLY! YOU GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW!” 

Deflated, you looked defeated at your older brother’s orders, your shoulders slumping over. “I-”

But Shion was not done. “AND DROP THOSE TOMAN FUCKS, UNDERSTAND?”

And that was apparently where the former Black Dragon President crossed the line. In a blink, your phone disappeared from your grip as if by magic. You barely had time to react, the small, outdated electronic now clutched tightly in Mikey’s white-knuckled grip, a speed that took even Koko by surprise. When did he get that? Where did he even come from?

“I’ll kill you,” the threat from the Toman President was loud and clear, the sheer rage burning behind those empty eyes enough to have even Koko recoil. “You try anything funny, and I’ll kill you, right here, right now.”

A snort. “Try it, motherfu-”

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It was a loud crack, followed by a small fizzle, an unremarkable show that marked the untimely end to your device as Mikey crushed the phone underfoot without an afterthought. Your jaw dropped. Koko estimated you must have lost the equivalent of several months of work in one inconsiderate move. 

Not that the Toman lowlives you called friends knew, of course, seemingly failing to notice you staring on speechlessly as Baji proceeded to grind the heel of his foot into the electronic device, spitting curses probably meant for your brother. You no doubt knew full-well by now that they were pissed to hell and back, both at Shion and at him, but did they have to take this out on your poor, defenseless phone?

A shove from Mitsuya quickly broke Baji’s rampage. “Stop that!” The purple-haired boy scolded, as he pushed the other Toman founder away, earning himself an irritated “Huh?!” from the First Division Captain, though that did little to scare Mitsuya. “You’re making it worse!”

The breaking of your phone was of relative insignificance to Koko at least, watching you dejectedly shuffle forward to pick up the broken pieces of the devices to stuff back into your pocket; the short tranquility he got now from the previous chaos was worth the cost to replace it for you at a later date. Even better, he could get you a nicer model, something pretty and slick and get into your good books, perhaps convince you to get an additional number that only he would have? That would definitely put him ahead of the Toman boys, at the very least.

“Hey.” A short shuffle, and Koko looked up, his eyes instantly focusing on your outstretched hand.

Inupi had long stepped aside, not eager to be pulled back into this particular lover’s squabble, those blue eyes content with observing as the Toman founders were once more embroiled in pointless arguments once more. Complete with threats of violence and withholding of lunches, it was Mistuya this time that was caught in the middle, attempting to scold both Mikey and Baji with backing from Draken. 

You, though, had turned your attention instead to him. “Are you alright?” Your voice was soft, barely audible over the other loud voices. Even with all that happened, you hadn’t forgotten about him.

“Ye, I’m fine,” Koko assured. “Just a bit sore.”

Yet as he reached out to accept your offer of help, it was a sudden recognition of the situation he put himself in that rang in his ears and rattled his mind; the sensation much as if he was waking from a trance the black-haired boy hadn’t even realized he was in. Widened almond eyes met yours, the realization lighting up dilated pupils: if he had known any better, you would have been the last person he would ever want to court, let alone be in any sort of relationship with, coming laden with so much baggage. Anyone would be insane to want to be involved with a walking spark like you.

Alas, the sensation was momentary, and the thought of letting you slip away from him - letting someone Koko cared about be stolen away from him again - was accompanied immediately by a heart-throbbing sense of loss that came surging from his gut. Could he truly live without you to fill the hole in his heart? More importantly, did he dare to attempt to? 

Too lost in his thoughts, it was a subconscious catch of movement in the corner of his eye that snapped Koko out from his inner turmoil. It was of course you, though the disappointment was already written on your face as you began to pull away and straighten up, words tumbling free from pressed lips. “Ah- I’m glad,” you muttered, starting to turn away from him. “Hopefully it doesn’t hurt bad.”

How long had he been trapped thinking in real world time? Long enough for you to notice his hesitation, at the very least. Panic now kicking his reaction back into high gear, Koko all but threw himself after your now-retreating hand, catching it just centimeters away from where it had been, a nervous smile pulling at his lips. “Thanks,” was all his heavy tongue could stutter out, the black-haired boy trying desperately to pretend that nothing had happened as he pulled himself up, taking care to rely as little as possible on you. You said nothing, but the upturn of your lips told him everything he needed to know. You didn’t even pull away from him when he had surreptitiously intertwined his fingers with yours, quietly pulling both your hands behind him so the others couldn’t see.

See? There was no doubt - you wanted to be with him. The little moment however didn’t last long, as Koko forced himself to focus back on the issue at hand. He had to solve this issue before they could take you away from him. He couldn’t lose everything again. Wrecking his brain, the solution that Koko arrived at was surprisingly simple. 

Money. 

It was money that could have saved Akane, so maybe money could save you too? That was it. Money. Money could solve everything, couldn’t it? “How much?” Koko found himself blurting out before he could stop himself. Those two words were enough to dumbfounded everyone there, with eight pairs of eyes turning to stare at Koko. Were they really that surprised? Or just waiting for an offer?

“A hundred thousand yen,” the black-haired boy clarified. And he didn’t need to clarify what he was saying - a hundred thousand yen for them to give you to him. He didn’t want to fight, he was barely interested in being a delinquent as it is. All he wanted was you, no matter the cost. “I’ll give you a hundred thousand yen.” 

“What?” You were the first to speak, your slack jaw and furrowed eyebrows sending a throb through his chest. Damn, was his offer too low? You were priceless of course - no matter how vast Koko’s fortune was, you would always be unattainable - so were you going to think that he was being cheap? That you were only worth so little in his eyes?

Even Inupi had raised an eyebrow at his named price, and though the surprise was written all over his usual stoic expression, the blond-haired boy said nothing.

But before he could try and revise his offer, to make sure you knew just how much Koko was ready to spend on you, it seemed his words finally set in in the others’ much slower minds. “Do you think we’re just going to sell-” The vein bulged prominently on Baji’s forehead as he once more lunged forward, and would have reached his target if not for Mitsuya grabbing the back of his shirt. “You son of a bitch!”

“How fucking dare you?!” Kazutora snarled, and Koko braced himself for another fight as the duo-colored delinquent made to pull away from you.

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“Honestly why is it everytime there’s a ruckus, it’s always you, Mikey?” A new voice sighed out from behind Koko, catching all present by surprise. Those abyss eyes were an exact carbon copy of the Tokyo Manji Gang President’s, though the man that they belonged to was one that Koko was thankfully still on rather good terms with. “Can yall at least keep it away from my shop? Bad for business and all.”

By now, the once clear sky had filled up with clouds that blocked most of the light from the afternoon sun, the oppressing heat somewhat dissipating as the breeze picked up once more.

From where you were at the center of the mess, your ears perked up as if a dog recognized the word ‘snack’. “O-oji-san?” You sniffled a little, though you quickly pulled yourself together, rubbing your nose on your forearm. Eyes, though red and swollen, were now dry.

“I’m not that old!” Shinichiro froze right as the words left his lips, blinking as he stared back at you, the gears very clearly turning behind his eyes as he took in the entire scene that had unfolded right in front of his shop. “Oh,” the man mumbled, as if all the puzzle pieces had just fallen into place, gaze turning from you to Mikey before landing on Inupi and Koko. A pause, and he sighed, resting one hand on his hip. “It’s you, huh?”

Kazutora shuffled protectively in front of you in an attempt to hide your figure from the older man’s view, your arm interlocked tightly with his as he glared back. “You staring?” The sandy-brown eyed boy demanded, puffing up his chest the same way a cat poofed up its fur, a 180 from his childlike state just minutes earlier, the tears now all gone as he scowled at the newest entry.

This, however, only earned him a whack to the back of his head by Draken, after which the boy deflated. “That’s Mikey’s older brother, dipshit.”

Shinichiro seemed to barely notice the small squabble taking place, his hand dipping into his pocket to withdraw a small, slightly crushed pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Sliding the stick into his mouth and lighting up, the older man took a long inhale, his voice slightly raspy as he spoke. “So,” he started, looking at Mikey. “This is the buddy you’ve been telling me about?”

Yet before Mikey could answer the rhetorical question, Shinichiro had already turned to Koko. “And also your little birdie?”

“No.” “No.” Both Mikey and Baji snapped irritably together in response to the second question, with Baji seemingly just a hair’s breadth away from flying straight at Koko once more, his fist clenching with anticipation.

“He,” Baji very pointedly hissed out, sharp yellow eyes glaring across the aisle at Koko. “Needs to stay away.”

You meekly shuffled your feet, your eyes turned down towards the ground as your Toman friends turned on cue to shoot you a stink eye. Ah. Caught breaking the rules again. “Koko’s just a friend,” you offered weakly, though it didn’t seem to convince anyone. 

Koko could only feel the growing pit at the base of his gut as Inupi threw a similarly dirty look his way, though the sunflower-blond Black Dragon member still raised his pipe in defense. Fuck. To be fair to him, Koko reasoned internally, he hadn’t known about your ties to the Tokyo Manji Gang back when he was standing outside Inupi’s door in the rain, but he did casually fail to mention it even after he knew. Now that it was out in the open, there wasn’t really anything more he could say.

Shinichiro let out yet another ragged sigh as he took another breath, exhaling the smoke into a column that hung lazily in the still, humid air before speaking again, this time his words directed at you. “And you’re related to the Ninth Generation Black Dragon President? The one that Toman bea- OW!”

You were slightly confused at Mikey’s sudden move to stomp on Shinichiro’s foot, the abrupt sentence stop only leaving you to wonder. Was Shinichiro trying to say something that Mikey didn’t like? Shrugging it off as something you wouldn’t be able to find out anyway, the side eyes sent Shinichiro’s way were hard to miss. “Madarame is my nii-san,” you nodded, reaching down to gently touch the remnants of your phone jiggling in your pocket. “He moved out from our family home years ago, but it seems like he’s back today for some reason.”

Hopping around the pavement, the man’s expression was twisted in pain radiating from his bruised foot, with Mikey still scowling at his own older brother. “Ah, i-in that case,” Shinichiro managed to grit out as he shuffled back to lean against the glass windows of his shop. “You should go home and see what he wants.”

That turned out to be a highly unpopular opinion, and the disagreement your friends felt necessary to voice was made obvious even with the respect the delinquents had for Shinichiro, Mikey being the loudest in his protest. 

“No!” “Absolutely not.” “Are you crazy?!” “NO!” The torrent of disagreements were certainly surprising to you, and you blinked owly as you were physically pulled further away from Shinichiro, as if the older man was going to personally rip you away from your friends and bring you home.

Shinichiro, however, was undeterred by the outburst that half the neighborhood must have heard, waving his arms downwards in an attempt to restore the peace, waiting for the chaos to die down before continuing, his smoking cigarette lightly gripped between two fingers. “As I was saying, you should go home and see what Shion wants first, since he is your older brother. And then Mikey and your friends can meet you after. I’ll settle things here and then send them over, alright?”

It was phrased as if it was a suggestion, but there was no negotiation to be had. Now that Shinichiro was present, he was in charge. 

You seemed hesitant, but ultimately agreed. That did make sense to you, given that if Shion was planning to move back home, there were arrangements that would have to be made, and changes in your schedule. And with how much your older brother and Toman seemed to already hate each other, it would be better to allow tempers to diffuse before combining both halves of your life. “Alright, I’ll head home first.”

“What if she isn’t safe at home, Shinichiro-san?” Draken pointed out, his arms crossed, Pah nodding sagely along, joined by the frantic bubbling and wailing from Kazutora, who had done another u-turn from badass delinquent to bubbling and wailing mess, attached to your side like superglue and refusing to let go.

Mitsuya straightened out your school uniform for you, a more levelheaded presence though still physically blocking any view you had of Koko further down the street. “Are you going to be safe?”

You paused, your head cocking as you considered what Mitsuya was asking, before slowly nodding. “Madarame-nii won’t hurt me,” you tried to assure, though you didn’t sound very confident yourself. “I should be fine.”

“They won’t be long here,” Shinichiro promised, grabbing Mikey by the back of his shirt as said boy attempted to make a break for you, before he turned to almost effortlessly snag Kazutora in the exact same manner.

Koko’s heart sank when you turned away from him, but with Shinichiro’s stronger-than-it-looked hand resting on his shoulder, Inupi was already distancing himself from the Toman boys, all he could do was watch you say your goodbyes to your Toman friends before disappearing round the bend, with no say on whether he would ever be able to see you again. Maybe, maybe all he needed was more money.

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Fourteen years in the future, the atmosphere that blanketed the headquarters of the feared Tokyo Manji Gang syndicate was not too dissimilar to the delicate yet weighty tension outside of Shinichiro’s shop. It was by every account a gorgeous day outside, the bright afternoon sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and catching in the gold trimmings of each and every fitting of the opulent home. Yet, the hallways of the penthouse were unusually empty of the usual black-tie suited gangsters and guards and the like that usually teemed this area, the deafening silence weighing down what was the epitome of luxury. But it was hardly a concerning issue to Kisaki as he stalked down the wide corridors, casting a shadow on the priceless art and other masterpieces as he swept past, the crystals that decorated the chandeliers hanging above chiming lightly as they jingled with the air conditioning. After all, he did know why everyone had been sent away, and he did hold a very slight responsibility for the cause.

His destination was at the end of the corridor, a simple white door fitted into wallpapered walls that stood out like a sore thumb amidst the lavishness, a curse from a different time that continued to haunt both him and Mikey. Because it wasn’t just the door that was a specter from the past, Kisaki knew. The sole rap on the door was a courtesy, and the suited man didn’t wait for a response to enter.

The room he stepped into looked ripped straight from a common suburban home, unfitting for a multimillion dollar house right in the heart of Tokyo, even less so for a yakuza boss with the entire underground world at his fingertips. Simple painted walls, a hardwood flooring, and well-worn furniture that had seen better days, things that Kisaki wouldn’t even give a second glance yet things that would get him shot between his eyes if his fingers lingered on them for a second too long. “Mikey,” Kisaki greeted, cutting a straight path to the single armchair turned to face away from the entrance.

There was no response from said man, abyss eyes staring blankly out clear, streakless windows into the open sky, though his gaze did turn to meet Kisaki’s as the door swung close with a soft click, the dragon tattoo decorating his scrawny neck contrasting greatly with his pale skin. A sky-high view of the city skyline worthy of the sky-high price, but again, not what he was here for. 

The Toman second-in-command held up a sheaf of papers, his other hand pushing up his glasses. “Need your sign-off on these.” It was rare for him to have to do such menial tasks as delivering paperwork - that is the sole purpose he pays for Mikey to have a dedicated secretary - but with it being this time of the year again, the reports were once more starting to be returned unsigned and unread.

Yet for all the effort Kisaki undertook to come here in person, it meant nothing to Mikey, the yakuza boss simply ignoring whatever his right-hand man had to say as he turned his gaze back out the window once more. The spectacled man tried again, taking a step closer. “Mikey,” he insisted, hand reaching out in an attempt to pass on the papers on hand. 

But it was the distinctive click of a gun’s safety being switched off that had Kisaki retract his hand as if burnt, the anger that had sparked in those usually empty eyes clear as Mikey swung around to glare at him. Throwing both arms up in surrender and under the other’s deadly scowl, he backed away slightly; an inch closer, and those reports would have brushed against the delicate decades-old fabric of the armchair. Your armchair. 

That heavy pressure was palpable as the silence weighed on the passing time. A heartbeat, then two. “What?” The biker gang president-turned-mafioso finally growled out, voice hoarse from lack of use - it must have been at least a week since he last spoke, Kisaki noted.

”Your sign-off.”

”No.”

Kisaki let out an exasperated sigh. “Mikey-“

”No,” Mikey repeated. “Leave.” And that was that, with said man refusing to look at him a moment longer, flopping back down into his armchair limply, the momentary energy from a rush of adrenaline dissipated back into the cocktail of depression and drugs the former delinquent had been indulging in.

There was nothing more that the second-in-command could do but to obey and leave. But he did understand the reason behind Mikey’s foul mood - it was just about a month out from both Shinichiro’s and your death anniversary, after all, even if both events were several years apart. Pausing at the threshold of the room, Kisaki used the moment it took to open the door to subtly glance around; it was rare that he ever had the chance to see the inside of this room. 

After all, the ghost that still haunted them was you. 

This was, or had been, your room, with every last item and detail having been painstakingly removed, transported and reinstalled when the yakuza boss had finally been convinced to relocate from what had been your home in the suburb for his own safety. That armchair, your bed and covers that Mikey still sleeps in, the wooden floor panels and the old plastered walls and ceilings. Even this blasted door which formally served as your bedroom door. It was all you. 

And your death hadn’t even been planned. Sure the spectacled man knew of your existence, but you had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had been caught up in an attack meant for another.

Carefully closing the door behind him, Kisaki shook his head, letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The once strongman of Toman, the invincible delinquent, could conquer anything he set out to - the spiral into crime, the murder of his former friends, the whole of the Japan underground world. Yet twelve years on, Mikey just couldn’t let you go, long after you had breathed your last breath and torn the entire Toman apart.

The good thing was that at least Kisaki doesn’t exactly need the Toman boss’ approval to get things done around here; it’s far easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

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Back fourteen years in the past, you hardly had the time to worry about what time would eventually bring to your doorstep, knee-deep in your current problems. The moon hung mockingly high in the sky as you closed the door gently behind you, tweaking the knob slightly as it latched back into place to stop its usual click. Your efforts, however, were in vain, and you froze as the all-too distinctive sound echoed through the otherwise silent night. Carefully pressing one ear against the wooden front door, you held your breath, waiting to hear that distinct stomping of feet  down the stairs in your pursuit and the roar of your name.

The past weeks have been nothing short of hell. With your older brother Madarame temporarily moving back into your family home, it went without saying that you were no longer permitted to see your Toman friends going forward, let alone have them come over. Biting your lip, you would simply agree and say nothing more, careful to tread on eggshells around the volatile boy. With how closely your older brother has been monitoring your every move, you hadn’t dared to step out of line - you did previously have a front row seat as to what happened to the people around you the last time you dared to openly disobey.

Yet time and time again, it was Mikey and the others that persisted in swinging round to pick you up in the evenings against your brother’s orders in the one and half week since the fight, exactly as Shinichiro had predicted, even doing several very loud donuts that your neighbors would not appreciate outside your house just to make sure that Shion knew they were there. To your surprise, it was your brother who has done nothing more than scowl at you running out to meet them from the window like a disapproving mother before disappearing into the house, failing to even bring up your cheeky escapades the day after. Him and the Toman founders definitely weren’t on speaking terms, you determined, but there was more to it that either party was willing to say.

But all this was far from your concern at the moment. 

Tonight was one of those rare nights: with your brother fast asleep in his bed instead of out and prowling the streets, and the mobs of various-colored hair were nowhere to be seen lounging along your street, busy with a gang meet at Musashi Shrine. A rare chance to take advantage of this extraordinary situation where you have finally been left alone for just a small window of time. That is, as long as you didn’t get caught first - and your brother would 100% tattle on you to your friends if it would get you in more trouble.

The summertime heat was already in full-force by now at the start of August, and though the blazing temperature has at least cooled somewhat with the absence of the sun from the night sky, the humidity had yet to let up. Beads of perspiration that dotted your forehead trailed their way down your forehead as you waited, your heartbeat racing with every second ticking by. Was this it? 

A minute passed. Then two. And the inside of your house remained as quiet as the dead of night, the peace of your neighborhood unbroken. Heaving a sigh of relief, you quickly turned heel, fleeing down the lifeless main street before taking a corner at the first alley, coming face to face with a familiar grinning face waiting for you under the flickering light of a weary streetlamp. “Took you long enough,” Koko chuckled, both hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. 

“That’s not very nice!” You tried your best to put up an indignant front, but the facade collapsed into a wide grin too quickly for any part of it to be taken seriously. “Did I keep you waiting long, Koko? Sorry ‘bout that.”

The black-haired boy waved off your apologies, pulling himself up from the wall he had been leaning against. “Nah, it’s just been a few minutes,” he admitted. Offering a hand to you, you were glad to accept, gently intertwining your fingers with his as he led you through the dark alleyway, your duo’s footsteps barely echoing amidst the silent residential buildings. “Any place in mind?”

You shook your head. “Didn’t think about it cause I know you do.”

“Ah.”

You laughed as Koko rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. You did know him well enough to assume otherwise. Letting out a hum, you allowed the other to tug you closer to his side, to which you responded by resting your head on his shoulder. “So where are we going?”

If you could be honest with yourself for a moment, Koko was the breath of fresh air you had been looking for. It was a truly ungrateful feeling to harbor, especially towards your Toman boys who had been the ones to take you in and accept you as a friend, but he was an escape from the constant neediness and possessiveness. You did love them dearly, really, but sometimes it all just got too much for you, with the final straw being that particular incident outside of Shinichiro’s shop; you had never been frightened of Mikey or Baji or the others before, yet seeing them snap before your eyes at another that you held dear to you - it was all too much, on top of having to deal with new tension at home.

All you wanted was to be able to hang out with a friend you made yourself, someone you didn’t have to give constant attention to. A friend who wouldn’t put you on a pedestal.

“There’s a nice karaoke place in town,” Koko replied almost absentmindedly, his well-gelled hair bobbing slightly as it caught the occasional light as the two of you stepped out of the alleyway and back onto a main street. “We can take the train there.”

Your mind immediately thought to the last round your Toman boys had invited you to karaoke with them, the session ending with you having to cool heads when they started bickering about whose turn it was with the mic. “That’s a good idea,” you nodded. Those places were open pretty late, right? Plus a private room would make it a lot harder to get caught.

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The area the two of you ended up in was a location slightly outside of town, which you recognized as not being too far from Shinichiro’s shop - the now-closed small convenience store was the same one that Mikey had been dragging you past just two weeks earlier. This was definitely a more uptown area compared to where the bike shop was, you noted, the stores though all closed at this hour were steadily getting larger and more luxurious the further you and Koko strolled down deserted streets.

“It’s so quiet,” you found yourself musing out loud, earning a soft exhale from the other. 

You rarely venture to this part of Tokyo City, it being well out of your usual sphere of life with good reason, though even with the handful of visits under your belt, the difference between day and night was still starkly visible. A flood of business suits and their occupants busy on the phone, with the rare occasional student weaving their way through the crowd, these streets were hardly catered to a younger audience, the prices well out of the range of what any student could afford, and you would assume the same, even more so in fact at night. The last thing you would expect to find here would be a karaoke, but perhaps you simply missed it before.

“This way,” Koko tugged you through an unassuming door, tucked neatly between two shopfronts and one you would have completely glazed over. Up a dimly lit stairway and with a light knock from your friend, the well-worn steel door opened to reveal a backdrop of high ceilings and a chandelier, framing an elegantly-dressed lady ushering the two of you in, the door swinging shut behind you with a quiet click. You felt your jaw dragging across the floor, eyes glancing around and taking in as much as you could. What even was this place?

Shiny, polished granite floors sparkled with specks of yellow reflected from the dim lights above, the walls trimmed tastefully with gold and decorated with flourished wallpapers. The crystal vase in which an enormous bouquet of flowers had been professionally arranged, atop a spotless dark wood counter, combined with the staff here wearing full suits, was all rather intimidating.

Vaguely noting Koko saying something to the lady who had welcomed you at the door, his words blending into the soft classical background music, you were only grounded by the fact that your hand was still laced with his as you shrunk shyly behind him. Needless to say, you felt extremely out-of-place, dressed in nothing more than your usual outing attire having expected a simple date. Were they going to kick you out?

Not just yet fortunately, as you were led down a velvet-walled hallway instead, lined with doors that ran the entire length, before being ushered into the room right at the end. Koko had stepped into the booth first, holding the door open as you quickly followed suit, and much to your relief, the inside looked similar enough to a regular karaoke room. Letting out a sigh of relief, you settled on the sofa, patting the area next to you. “I thought it was going to be so different,” you admitted, snuggling in close to Koko as he sat down next to you. “The outside looks so fancy.”

Said boy laughed, shaking his head as he leaned over to grab two microphones off their stands. “I thought it would be better since it's unlikely you’ll be found here.” By your Toman friends, that is.

“Not that I don’t like it,” you hastily added, accepting the device from Koko. “It’s lovely, thank you. And I doubt they know this place even exists.”

“No way,” the financier rolled his eyes, earning a giggle from you. That goes without saying. “Come on, pick a song, I’ll order us some drinks.”

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Time slipped through your fingers, the minutes flying by without your notice. Though you barely had a sip of alcohol (Koko refused to let you have any more than a taste of his cocktail), you were sure that you were giddy enough from giggling the entire time. 

”I still can’t believe you managed to nail that song!” You laughed out, lightly tapping on the black-haired boy’s arm as you carefully stepped across the curb. “I sounded completely off, I swear.”

“No way,” Koko disagreed, a tinge of red brushed across both cheeks as his gaze fell away from yours, though from the alcohol or otherwise, you couldn’t quite tell. He has had several drinks, after all. “You were great.”

Definitely the alcohol, you mused to yourself, squeezing his hand lightly as you gracefully ignored his voice trailing-off. “Thank you for bringing me out tonight, Koko.” And you meant it - with everything that had been going on at home and with the Toman boys, you truly did need this break from the hum and drum of regular life, even if you didn’t know it before. “I really had fun.”

No response, and none was needed, the other only returning the squeeze of your hand, face still turned away from yours. Strolling down the quiet street, it was late into the night, way past the time that you were usually already tucked into bed, your lights turned off and usually accompanied by one (or more) of the Toman founders. Yet your life these past months have been anything but usual, and having been unable to see Koko without getting him into unmeasurable amounts of trouble that would most likely end up with him in the hospital, you did miss him dearly. You will deal with the consequences of a lack of sleep tomorrow, you determined.

The music of yester-hours still buzzing in your ears and a hum under your breath, it would have been a perfect ending to your night if all the excitement ended there.

“Hey assfaces!” 

A sudden loud voice from behind that reverberated across the silent night had you jump a foot into the air like a startled cat, and you whirled around to locate the source of the disturbance. Koko, though, seemed barely bothered, his light tugs at your hand urging you to keep walking before trouble found the two of you. Too little, too late; your paths were quickly being blocked by several punks with aggressive hairstyles that you quickly identified as delinquents, though they didn’t seem to have a uniform of any sort, with the attire consisting of a mix of ruffled school uniforms and streetwear. “Strolling through my territory, huh?!”

Your heart skipped a beat - did they know who you were? Were they looking for Koko? No, that couldn’t be it. You decided that being friendly couldn’t go wrong, maybe it’s just a case of mistaken identity. “Hello,” you greeted. “Can we help you?”

A jeer rippled through the crowd in response, and you shrunk back. That was obviously the wrong move. Worse still, your voice seemed to have triggered a memory recall. “I’ve seen you somewhere before,” the seeming group leader muttered, squinting as he leaned in towards you. 

The grip Koko had on your hand tightened ever so slightly even as the expression on said boy’s face remained relaxed, almost as if bored. He must have gone through this multiple times, you reckoned, as you tried to shift away from the other.

“Ah,” the recognition settled into the other’s eyes as he pushed his face into your personal space, and you recoiled at the spit flying out from his mouth at you. “It's the shitbag always hanging off of Mikey, aren’t ya you little thing?”

Uh oh.

Another wave of sneering washed through the gang, though this time, the scorn was audible.

“I got beaten up by those Toman fuckers last week!” “One of them burned my bike!” “He stole my lunch!”

Your heart dropped into your gut. Fuck. You never thought you would be recognized.

The head delinquent’s smirk only grew larger as the displeasure boiled over into calls for Toman’s death, and he made to grab at your arm. “You’re quite the cute thing. Those fuckers have good taste. I think I’ll have some fun fir-”

A loud crack! - and you whirled around to the sight of a delinquent crumpling to the ground, clearly having lost consciousness. And there was Koko, calmly withdrawing his fist, simply not having the disrespect. “I rather you pick on someone your own size,” he stated, as if it was another usual day.

Time seemed to have frozen for a second, with the rest of the delinquents present turning almost robotically to glance between Koko and their downed buddy, the moment bringing with it an unexpected peace. But alas, it did not last as pandemonium quickly broke back out, the hoodlums sent into an uproar. “I WANT BOTH OF THEM DEAD!” The gang leader roared.

Koko shoved you. “Run!” He yelled, as he started beating down whoever he could reach. “Get to safety!”

You took off, drawing half the crowd with you, that distinctive side-swept mob of black hair quickly disappearing behind a wall. Fuck.

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Shit shit shit- your feet were all but flying over the pavement at this point as you sprinted down the street as fast as you could, taking random rights and lefts in an attempt to shake off your pursuers. But alas, enraged delinquents weren’t as easy to lose as you had hoped, and the stomp of their boots echoing behind you only ate away at your gut more and more. The light of the streetlamps overhead flashed and disappeared as you bolted through each and every circle of illumination, the environment all but a blur - you were sure you were completely lost at this point, though all your mind was urging you to just keep running.

What on earth were you going to do now? What could you do?

Your thoughts wandered back to Koko whom you had abandoned on the main street as you took another shark right, and your heart clenched, the guilt already starting to gnaw away at your gut. The last glimpse you had, he had been surrounded by so many of those fierce delinquents; yes, he had taken one of those builds down easily, but with opponents of such numbers? Maybe you should have stayed, but you didn’t want Koko to have to not only fight but also watch over a useless you. And, you tried to reason, with you running off, you at least have managed to draw some of the crowd away to chase after you.

But now that you were on the run, easily recognized by the self-declared rivals of the Tokyo Manji Gang, you were no doubt only creating more trouble for Mikey and the rest of your friends. No matter what you decided, no matter what you did, you only seemed to drag more and more people you claim to care about into the mess that was your life. 

Turning down yet another side alley, your lungs were beginning to burn from effort, every breath you took becoming heavier and heavier as your calves yearned for relief. You couldn’t recall the last time you had to assert such consistent effort, but you urged yourself on, forcing yourself past your limits as the adrenaline rush slowly ebbed away. You needed a place to hide and rest, somewhere safe - but where could you go? 

Bursting out back onto a main street, it was a familiar white awning that caught the corner of your eye, and though now folded up, you could recognize the partially hidden words and logo anywhere. S.S Motor…you weren’t sure if anyone was still in the shop at this time of night, but it wasn’t like you really had any other choice now. The white awning was calling to you as if it was your salvation as you closed the distance in under a minute, slamming straight into the locked front door. Damn. The door wasn’t going to give way no matter the amount of desperate rattling, and you should have known better, yet here you were, wasting precious time.

Letting go of the worn brass handle, it was the bloodthirsty calls for your blood growing nearer and nearer, accompanied by thunderous footsteps, that had you hesitate to leave the minute safety that the indent of the shop doors allowed you, with each precious second passing decreasing the amount you would have had to continue your escape. But even if you wanted to, your body was already at the point of giving up - you were physically incapable of running any further, your legs urging you to give up as you doubled over, pressing your hands against your knees in a bid to catch your breath. This was it, you supposed. You were going to make more trouble for Mikey and the rest, and probably get beat up in the process.

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves, and turned around. No, this was not the end. You weren’t going to give up so easily and disgrace your Toman friends here. You had fists just like them after all, you could at least put up some resistance.

The click of a lock opening had relief that flooded into your system when your name was called by a recognizable name. Looking down at you with furrowed abyss eyes was none other than Shinichiro, that signature bluish-gray overalls of his tied still around his waist, spanner in hand. “What ya doing here at this time?”

”Chased,” was all you could hurriedly say in the time you had, as you glanced backwards at a roar that sounded just a turn away. “CanIcomeinplease?”

Shinichiro seemed to understand almost immediately. “Hide and call the police,” he grimaced, holding the door open and allowing you duck in under his arm. But much to your surprise, the older man didn’t follow you inside, instead stepping outside to block the path and line of sight of the horde of delinquents who have finally caught up to you. “Can I help you?”

Scurrying behind a motorcycle and rolling up into a ball in an attempt to make yourself smaller, your shaking hands could barely grasp your small phone without almost instantly dropping it, and you struggled to make sense of the keypad through teary eyes as you followed the commotion outside through the commotion alone, scared to give any visible indication of your presence to the angry gangsters outside.

Demands for Shinichiro to step aside, to bring you out to them, the threats of death and torture, and all the while the man was attempting to calm the mob and diffuse the situation. He was depending on you, you tried to tell yourself, finally punching in the emergency hotline, the dialing and connecting noises sounding as if they were echoing through the whole shop and not just in your ear, as if those ruthless hooligans outside could hear.

But they must have sensed your panic, your fear like a predator in the dark woods. A scuffle, and your heart sank like an anchor as a loud clunk rang out through the dead silence of the night, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground. Grabbing the nearest tool, you flung yourself out from your hiding spot, and sprinted towards the shop exit.

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Your hands were still shaking as the blue and red lights of emergency responders illuminated the once-quiet neighborhood around you, the foil blanket that the paramedics had wrapped around you doing little to stop the cold from seeping in. Seated just outside of the parameter of the yellow crime scene tape that now lined the parameter of S.S Motor, you barely registered the policeman attempting to talk to you to get your witness statement, his words flowing like water past you, reverberating into an inaudible distant mess in your head. Those lifeless eyes were all you could see, that accusatory stare that haunted you no matter how hard you tried to push it away. The ambulance had already taken your victim away, the first responders claiming that he was still breathing and that they could still save him, but Shinichiro-san? 

He was already cold when the first sirens arrived.

And it was in this broken state that Mikey finally stumbled across you, his phone gripped tight in one hand. Black, empty eyes wide with what could only be shock as he took in the chaos that had unfolded outside of his older brother’s shop, his gaze eventually falling on you, a trembling and responseless form on the sidewalk, a splatter of blood across your once-pristine clothes. In an instant, the Toman President had pulled you to your feet and straight into a tight hug, your face pressed tight into the crook of his neck, much to the surprise of the officer. 

He didn’t need to say more. The last of whatever control you had left fell apart, and the tears trailed down your face, the hiccups uncontrollable. “M-mikey,” you wailed into his skin, your fingers gripping the back of his shirt as the past hour flashed in the back of your eyes. “I-I’m-”

“What happened?” The blond-haired boy’s hair was soft, hoarse, the disbelief clearly tinting his words. It couldn’t be Shinichiro underneath that cover, could it? It couldn’t be. But that call, this scene.

“I killed him,” you whispered out, pulling away, as you looked back down at your trembling hands. “H-he attacked Shinichiro-san, so I…I-”

There was only one covered body, yet two weapons. Mikey pulled away, eyes staring at you, trying to read your thoughts. You couldn’t have killed Shinichiro-san; so who? 

Those five minutes were burned into your mind. You standing from behind the motorbike to find one of the delinquents with a blood-splattered steel pipe in hand, and Shinichiro sprawled out on the pavement right in front of his shop, the blood trickling down the side of his head; something washing over you as you had grabbed the heavy wrench with two hands and bursting through the shop doors, swinging the tool with all your might. The connecting blow that reverberated through your bones, and the other continuing to stand for a moment longer, swaying, staring blankly at you before crumpling to the floor. The rest of the ruffians dispersed as the authorities approached, leaving you behind trying desperately to administer first aid and CPR to Shinichiro, all the while fervently trying to ignore the other boy downed by your hand.

“I killed him,” you mumbled again, your voice haunted as the tears flowed once more. “I-I didn’t mean to- I swear-”

But the last thing Mikey could care about now was some nobody. “What happened to Shinichiro?” He repeated, this time more firmly, both hands gripping you and pinning your arms to your side. “Why him?”

“Protecting me. Th-they’ve seen me with Toman…”

Mikey audibly snarled. “And why were you here? Why aren’t you at home?!” The boy all but shouted at you, shaking you vigorously. You couldn’t blame him. It was all your fault.

Your mind jumped to Koko, where you had left him fighting that group of gangsters back along the shopping street. You couldn’t get another into trouble - not when you had committed the ultimate sin. And with the turmoil boiling in your stomach, you did something you never thought you had the stomach to. The tears started once more as you pressed your face into Mikey’s jacket, fist clenching around the white fabric. “Was looking for a job so I-I can move out,” the lie slipped out from your lips, each word burning your tongue as you mumbled out. “Th-they said they pay well.”

A murderer. You thought you would be better, better than the clusterfuck that was your family. You had tried to be better, striving to be kind, thoughtful, open-hearted. Yet here you were, you thought bitterly. The rotten apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.

The policeman seemed to have heard enough, one strong hand coming to rest on your shoulder as the other shook Mikey off of you. “You need to come with me to the station.”

A liar and a murderer.

[yanderederee]

Hello! May i please request kokonoi with the letter Q! :)

I usually don’t have Koko in my immediate thoughts so I apologize if these aren’t quite accurate— this became a LOT more angsty than I thought it would… oops?~

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Initial reaction, he’s downright pissed. Pissed in a way of how the hell did it even happen? He’s more concerned with what was wrong to allow the escape than the fact you abandoned him.

Actually throws up will worry. Koko begins to spiral thinking about the worst. The worst. He has flashes of Akane. He didn’t save her from the fire. He couldn’t save her from her fate— dying a painful meaningless death. Imagining you in her place. In your haste, what if you ran out in front of a car? Twisted your ankle while running and cracked your head open on the curb?

Kokonoi had you confined to a luxurious apartment with everything you may have ever needed. Everything. You needed for nothing. He was hyperventilating, confused as to why you would ever want to escape.

His heart is breaking. You were driving him crazy.

Upon gathering himself, he’s in a fit of rage, thundering out with bloodshot eyes commanding everyone under his disposal to conduct a thorough search from Fukushima to Shizuoka. You couldn’t have gotten far, so he would comb through Tokyo and spreading outward.

Honestly, with the amount of dedication and ridiculously high price he puts on your safe capture, it shouldn’t have taken more than a day to find you.

Koko stops eating all together. He doesn’t have to will to do anything other than sit in your once shared condo, surrounded by all the things he thought you loved. Your things. The things he bought you. You never asked him for anything, yet all he did was give.

Now, upon your death…. If you were to die… in his care, outside of it, regardless of how it happens. Kokonoi isn’t surviving it. He doesn’t outright commit an act to bring it upon himself. He just can’t do it again. The amount of pain he feels over losing you is just too much for him to take.

Eventually he could realize the reason you tried escaping would have to be to leave him. You hated him, right? The thought of you hating him is the final nail in the coffin. You would rather die than be with him. Oh, he is not recovering after that one.

Someone would have to take care of Koko to keep him alive, because no amount of bitch slapping or talking sense into him will bring him back to reality. It just won’t.