#yes inui it is

[rinupi]

i am very tired but i needed to draw the boyz singing their hearts out (feat. other cool peepz)

[aryomengrande]

money is the reason we exist, everybody knows that (kiss, kiss) ( ˘ ³˘) 💴

happy birthday koko! ^-ڡ-^ + tokrev collab w @half-baked-biscuit

[countlessimpossibilities]

@rinupi reminded me of you

[christine-ye]

People always talk about Shinji's iconic "winpy bullshit artist" shirt from Ryuki but may I also bring up whatever the hell Takumi's shirt has going on

[hornyimpulsivity]

lil soft baby 💖

[fuckyeahkagepro]

Ayano no Koufuku Riron - cover + PV by NIJISANJI

[arlertsbaby]

codependency, condescension, mentions of violence, mentions of gangs i think? idk. kidnapping, ran puts his hands on reader, no happy ending u all end up with a cliffhanger kek

this makes zero sense!!!! pls

The footprints your boots leave in the snow are crisp and orderly as you pick at your nails while nearing the steps of your boyfriend's apartment building. The code you know punches itself into the number board and when the speaker buzzes and the door clicks open, you step inside. 

His door was exactly 2 floors above where you're standing; it only took you two seconds to bolt up each floor to reach his and knock on his door twice, and then once again.

You hear a quiet rustling come from inside the apartment for a moment before the door clicks and opens slightly; blue eyes look through the crack of the door secured by only a thin chain, and he unchains the door and opens it fully. 

“I know ‘m not supposed to be here,” your gaze pointed down, your hands fidget, and you’re shifting your weight between your legs while standing on his foot mat, “I just wanted to say things havent been the same without you, I can't manage without you.” 

A moment of silence passes by as Inui looks you in your eyes. You cant scan his emotions, or tell what he’s feeling at the moment, but he does let out a short breath before stepping to the side to allow you to come in. 

You sit with your legs tucked under yourself at his couch, and you can hear the faint hum of his fish tank from across the living room. He’s around the corner of the room inside his kitchen, making hot water for the two of you while you sit in silence.

A few moments pass by when he comes into the warm lit space, two cups in hand, and hands one to you. 

“I don’t have mint at the moment,” Inui sits down next to you with both hands on his mug. He looks at you with a sad smile on his face. “I’m sorry for how things are currently going.” His face is indifferent, his eyes looking over to your low ones.

He earns nothing short of a quiet grunt from you, meant to be a soft laugh to soften the tense situation you two were in; his fingers shift around his cup.

You’ve noticed from the moment he opened his door that his eyes looked darker, sadder, and sunken in, like the way yours were just a few moments before. You stopped crying only a short time ago, a tired, numb look on your face made everything you’ve experienced evident. 

The white stuffed bunny that you’ve caught in your vision (Inui made it when he was seven, he says it's his last memory left of his late uncle, and that makes sense to you because of the messy stitches and missing plastic eye) on the couch is sitting about 2 and a half seats from you, and you’d have half a mind to reach for it if you weren’t currently fixing your lips to say a sentence. 

“Just shaken up, that's all.” You breathe out, nod, and bring the cup closer to your face, sniffing the strong cinnamon smell wafting from the steam. You take a sip.

“Ah,” Inui sighs wearily. He isn't looking at you now, his eyes directed to the wall in front of you two, where a TV would stand if a long hallway wasn’t made in the middle.

“Has Koko mentioned anything about management lately?” You ask after you put your cup back down on the glass coffee table. 

His face looks nothing short of a bad week, month even; yet he continues to speak.

“He hasn’t mentioned anything about the company's joint account since Ran pulled that stunt last meeting,” you shiver at the name, “real funny act to a guy who gets off on making a living hell out of people's lives.” Inui spits out the last word like it's a curse, and a sharp frown is shown on his face. 

Haitani Ran was nothing short of an evil person. He didn’t care for anyone, except his associate members and his brother. He thought your bond with Inui was a waste of time, and approached him frequently to convince Inui to drop you.

Its 6pm when the sun sets, and the light blocking curtains Inui has installed gives his bedroom a quiet look. No artificial light is present, instead three vanilla candles are scattered  around on tables; one near his closet, one on the dresser, and one on the nightstand beside the bed you were sitting on the edge of. 

Inuis bedsheets are soft and blue, and that’s easy on the eyes, you think. Inui is a benevonlent person, so it shouldnt be a surprise that his house matches his interior. 

A few moments have passed since you’ve sat on the bed, and by the time inui comes in you’re halfway under the covers running your index finger over his silk pillow cases. He chuckles under his breath. 

He’s wearing a pair of blue athletic shorts, with what appears to be a white t-shirt wrapped around his right hand. His back is facing you as he’s fiddling with some things on his dresser, (that you assume is cologne and deodorant). He turns around once he’s finished. 

He’s sliding the shirt on while making paces toward the bed on the other side of the room, and the candles illuminate his face and abdomen. 

“I streamed all new law and order episodes every time they came on this week, thought you’d wanna watch them next time you came over.” He speaks in a matter-of-fact tone while grabbing the remote and climbing beside you onto the king-sized mattress. When the ‘on’ button is pressed, the remote makes a short click and the episode starts. You're not even 30 minutes into the first episode before you fall asleep on one of the blue pillows beside you. Inui tucks your shoulders under the covers. 

“Ran, you can’t do this,” Inui sounds torn when you register his tone in your mind. He sounds far away, you can make out.

“Sure I can,” A familiar voice, supposedly Ran, answers back in a playful, but dangerous tone. 

Your eyes slowly open and you see Ran standing in front of you. He can’t see you’re awake yet but when he begins to walk away, you adjust under the covers, and he catches that. 

“Awh,” Ran stops in his tracks and turns his head toward you. Your eyes are fixed on his purple ones when he turns around. 

“Look who's awake, Inui.” Inui’s gaze drops to the floor. You’ve lifted your head high enough by now to see his face, and he’s standing in the farthest corner of the room.

Fingers snap close to your face, making your nose scrunch involuntarily. Ran smiles when he sees you flinch.

“Hi,” He’s unforgiving when he places a heavy hand on the right side of your neck, yanking you out of your place under the covers to stand up on the cold hardwood floor.

“Ran, that hurts,” You hiccup.

“I’m not sure why you thought you’d be safe after denying Manjiros orders,” His grip tightens on the side of your neck.

Inui grimaces. Ran’s face moves closer to yours, and you try to pull away. He lets go of you, and you hunch over onto the floor.

“Anyway, I’ll be taking the girl to Mikey. Don’t try to make moves. Kokonoi already knows and he won’t be on your side anytime soon.” Ran speaks casually when he starts rummaging through the nightstand, fishing out Inui’s gun from the mess of clothes inside the drawer. 

“We’ll be heading out, Inui.” Ran leans over, grabs your hand, and drags you to the door. You turn your head to face Inui, only shame and guilt plastered on his face. Ran notices this moment between you two (the face he makes at this realization is almost sickening) and laughs.

“You’d be the luckiest man in the world if you ever see your girl again,” Ran quips, and then turns to you, “and you, take that frown off your face,” He pinches at your cheek,

“It’s fucking unbecoming of you.” 

[tenjikusprincess]

inui and koko should have hugged if they were adding extra scenes. MIGHT AS WELL BUT OK I GUESS NOT

[sincerelyaudri]

🧿

- @holychika

🧿 — do you believe in karma?

i answered this one already! but to reiterate, yes! i do believe in karma. for you, especially!

[kamiimiya]

when was the last time that the two of them actually went out ? wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable skirt, miya looked happy today, more so than she typically does, which was saying a lot. seishu couldn't help but notice the way that she looked back at him as though she'd never seen anyone else in her life the way she saw him. they both knew it wasn't like that, and she was just comfortable with how things turned out in the end, but it was a nice thought nevertheless. both of them became complacent with the life that they'd been given, making a name out of themselves regardless. seishu worked at d&d motors, miya worked as a hairdresser. the path that they followed wasn't complicated, it was easy. it was, for the most part, carefree. both of them could've been happy like this, slowly but surely forgetting about him all together until he was just another part of their joint past.

" shu-ya, shu-ya, please, can you beat this game for me ? for that little bunny plush keychain over there ? pretty please ? " miya turned around, throwing him those puppy eyes of hers, holding onto the sleeve of his d&d motors work overalls, guiding him towards the dumb little carnival game that she was talking about like an obstinate little child trying to get what she wanted. seishu wouldn't admit it, but she was kind of cute when she pouted like this, determined for something just out of her grasp.

" you can't do it yourself ? " seishu asked, not daring to look down at the begging girl because he knew he would give in immediately and have to fork over the yen to pay for the probably rigged game.

" i tried, but it's one of those where you have to throw a ball at bottles to knock it down. i don't have enough strength in my throws. even with all of that extra fighting training that you've been giving me- " as miya explained, she let go of his sleeve, punching weakly at the air as if to prove her point. " there's no way i would be able to knock down the bottles even if i threw the ball with all of my might. but you're super good at games like this ! so please, shu-ya ? pretty please ? "

seishu knew before he even said anything back to her that he was already roped in to her whims, whether he really wanted to or not. he grumbled something about not wanting to be the one always winning things for her, but she just clung to his arm as he paid for the game and got the five rubber balls given to him. " i don't know what you would do without me. "

" i would be bunnyless, and that wouldn't be very fun, honestly, " miya giggled, trying to fake a small pout but failing, allowing herself to the damsel in distress this time. " i'll definitely win you something at one of these carnival games, just you wait and see, shu-ya ! "

" mm, whatever you say, pretty girl. "

" it's as if you have no faith in me ! i'm completely capable, you just need to believe that i am ! " miya stepped to the side as seishu got ready, rearing back the balls one by one and, sure enough, hitting every target that he set his sights on. of course he was going to be particularly good at this game, he loved most ball games, and had the strength to back up his accuracy. " i really need to train more, i think.. i dont wanna get overshadowed by you at every turn this entire date, right ? "

as the game master pulled the bunny keychain off of the racks above them, handing it to miya, who took it with a big, happy grin on her face and clipped it to her skirt, seishu heard something that he was sure wasn't meant to be really heard by anyone around them.

" tonight's the night, guys.. we gotta take out hanagaki before anything happens with brahman. with him by that senju's side... " the voice's faded out, but seishu felt his blood running cold anyways. looking down at miya, who remained blissfully unaware of the current state of things, he knew that he had to make it to draken in time before they found takemichi.

" miya- "

" you have to go, right ? " she asked, tilting her head as she looked up at him, as if she could read through every thought of his, able to articulate things that he himself wasn't able to put into words. " don't worry about me, seishu. i'm going to be leaving pretty soon after this. "

" no, there are gang members out today, i need to take you home- "

" you don't have time ! you have to go, someone's life is on the table here. if you don't go now, then you might not make it. come back for me, shu-ya. i'll be here waiting for you. don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. " she flashed him a small, determined smile, as it to prove that she wasn't going to be going anywhere. " and then we can continue this date of ours. you can come find me back in my place and we can watch a whole bunch of silly movies or something. it'll be nice, i'm sure. "

seishu took a deep breath, knowing that she was right and he wasn't going to win this argument with her, not when she'd made up her mind like this. she was always like that, always putting herself on the back burner for other people. seishu in his younger years took advantage of her gentleness, using her as a way to contact an old friend of his when he was in reform school. but never again. he wouldn't use anyone ever again, especially her. leaning over, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his hands on her shoulders for a second. " go home immediately. i'll see you there. "

" i'll see you there, shu-ya ! " miya grinned, her cheeks tinted pink at the little kiss that he had given her, holding onto the bunny tighter as seishu pulled away, giving her a little nod before turning his back, leaving her behind.

now, alone, she could feel it happening again as she settled down onto a nearby bench. it happened whenever she wasn't around seishu or someone else, when she was just alone with her thoughts. she thought about him, and how she picked this life for herself. this was ultimately the correct path, the way that she was going that would lead to happiness on her end. she could see it, knew exactly what was going to happen. slowly, she was falling in love with seishu. they'd both avoid the topic all together of him, each while knowing that he's still very much out there.

kanto manji. she was more aware of who they all truly were more than she let on, although she didn't know everything. she knew about the leader, mikey, and she was smart enough not to go digging around for information on him. she'd read up on the haitani brothers, ran and rindo, especially about their manslaughter charges. takeomi, kakucho, mochizuku. miya was at the very least loosely aware of all of them. but him, he was always the subject of her secret readings on the kanto manji gang. it was always her way of checking up on him without actually coming across him. she knew that he was a different person now, that he was a worse person than what she remembered.

kokonoi hajime, the man who she'd naively fell in love with first. she'd see the uniform of the members out on the street and wonder if they knew anything about hajime personally, but she wasn't stupid enough to go poking around for information about him. not when she had happiness right in front of her. not when she could tangibly hold something in her hands and say ' this is what happiness is. this is life, and i'm happy with it. ' like the rabbit that seishu had just bought for her.

" hajime.. what are you doing now ? " miya whispered to herself, looking at her hands, at the ends of her sweater that she loved so much that she couldn't bare to throw away. it was amazing that it still fit her after all of this time.

" ma'am ? can you help me ? i can't find my mommy.. " a little boy had approached her, tears in his eyes as he shook out of fear. " she was just right here and told me to wait for a second while she went for the bathroom, but she hasn't come back now. "

" what's your mom look like ? " miya asked, leaning down to get a good look at the kid. he had dark black hair, and thin, shifty eyes. he looked similar to someone she knew, and it just made her heart beat against her chest thinking about him. she knew she was supposed to go straight home, but the chances of her bumping into the wrong crowd was slim, at least, so she thought. what was the chances that this hanagaki and senju were in the same area as she was ? even if they were, she wasn't a part of this gang fight, she'd be fine. she just had to find this kid's mother and then go right back home.

" she's got black hair, like me. but its so super long, like yours ! and she's got the prettiest eyes, and she's kinda plump. mommy says not to call her that and that it's just baby weight, but i'm not a baby anymore so it can't be from me. and... oh ! she's like, uh.. short ? "

miya giggled a little at the description of the kid's mom, standing up and brushing off her sweater in case she'd sat on anything on the bench. " alright, let's go look for your mom. i'm sure she can't be too far off, right ? "

an hour later, she was still wandering around with the kid, calling out for the lady, or just looking for a park officer around. her brother was a guard at the reform school, she was taught how to look for people and when to give up rather early in her life, but this was weird. it was like everyone she met had a look in their eyes that told her that she shouldn't say anything to them. and there were no officers around, none that she could find anyways. and the crowd was getting thicker and thicker to the point that she was having to squeeze by people just to be able to move a few feet forward.

" hey, i'm sorry about this, kid, " miya explained, looking down at the kid with a small frown on her face, never letting go of his hand. " it seems like the park got really busy all of a sudden, and everyone's in a bit of a rush to get to places. but don't worry, once we find an officer, we'll have a better chance at finding your mother. "

" th-thank you, but i.. i don't know.. what if we never find her ? " the kid was crying hard by this point, wiping his tears with his free hand, no longer trying to hide how scared he was about being separated from his mother.

" we- "

" there- there's a- a man ! he's dead ! " shouting came from several yards ahead of her, and miya paused, panic surging through her. no way.. the attack on that hanagaki and senju.. it was here, of all places ?! she was right in the middle of where she'd promised seishu she wouldn't be, and now, being pushed in between the crowds with a kid in her hands, she couldn't just turn tail and run. she had no choice but to continue pressing forward, at least until she could find out something else at this moment. she wondered if seishu was on his way to her apartment, or if he was in the middle of the battle, too.

" come on, we'll go this way, a little ways around the chaos- " she urged the kid, nudging him along the best she could. the atmosphere was tense, and even through the throngs of people, she could smell the faintest scent of iron, from bullets and blood. someone had gotten shot, several times, probably. as horrible as it was, she knew that someone was going to call the cops, and if she could just keep some space between herself and the kid, and the fight going on, then police would arrive and she would be able to deliver him in hands better equipped to help him than herself at this point.

" there's an ambulance there ! come on, kid, we're about to find someone who can help you find your mom ! " while she was walking, she saw just how distraught the kid was, and picked him up, carrying him piggyback on her back while she moved forward, now able to walk a little faster without having to worry about his safety. " we're right there, it's okay. we'll find your mom for sure, no matter what. "

there, she saw an opening through the people, and she pushed herself past, walking up next to a blonde boy and a young girl, each with tears in their eyes. as she got closer, she recognized the person, takemichi, as a person who went to visit d&d motors from time to time. " takemichi ! " she yelled, her eyes wide as she saw someone tall getting loaded into the back of an ambulance. " takemichi, what happened ? " wasn't his family name... hanagaki ? and this girl beside him must be senju.. miya had a bad feeling about being right here.

" i-its- it's draken- he- " takemichi started, prompting miya to turn and look over, finally recognizing who was getting taken to the hospital.

" draken..?! does that mean, oh no.. ! " miya gasped, her eyes blown wide as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. " draken, he... he's.. oh my god.. " she wondered if seishu knew, if he was even aware of draken's passing at this time. all of the nights she'd spent with draken and seishu, watching the two of them work on bikes and share in the little joys, all felt so far away now. the peace ripped out from underneath them like the cruelest of jokes. " takemichi ! is.. is shu-ya here ? did he come back ? "

" shu- oh, you mean seishu ? no, he's not here, i haven't seen him. "

miya knew that she needed to call seishu, needed to make sure that he was safe and if everything was okay at the end of the day. she approached the paramedics, but before she could, she heard a woman's yelling rip through the crowds of people curious about what was happening. " my son ! that's my son ! "

she let the kid drop down, watching as he ran towards a plump woman, her protective arms wrapped around him as she started to cry hysterically about finally being reunited with her son. the boy turned back and looked at miya, waving and yelling his thanks to her through his tears.

" takemichi, we should probably - "

she turned to senju, realizing that the girl needed to leave, too, especially if draken had already died trying to protect both of them. but she was talking with two tall men, arguing about something that she didn't really understand. without warning, miya, takemichi, and senju found themselves in the center of two gangs, each one yelling and cursing at each other, wishing nothing but the worst for each. it was a god damn bloodbath, and miya had done such a shitty job managing to protect herself and getting herself out of this situation.

" takemichi ! i have to go, i can't.. ! i can't be here ! " miya could feel her heart beating against her chest, knowing that nothing good could come out of this if one man was already dead. rokuhara tandai and brahman were about to get ready for an all out murder spree, and miya didn't want any part of it. not when she was comfortable where she was. not when happiness was so fucking close.

as she made moves to try to escape the tense situation, she turned her head instinctually at the sound of a loud motor coming this way, and then some silence. silence before her world shattered before her. the kanto manji gang arrived on the scene. in front, mikey, the leader, the look in his eyes nothing short of murderous. someone's blood was going to be spilled today, and miya already knew that it was mikey who was going to be the one ripping through the people like a murderous dog.

and kokonoi hajime. of course he had to be a part of this, too. it would be far too gentle of fate to let her go on with her life without having to confront the past head on like this. but he was there, she'd know that man if she were blind and he were deaf. she'd know him in a crowd of a hundred lookalikes. she knew him by the way her heart beat seemed to slow and quicken at the same time, taking in each second she was in his presence as if she were never going to live another second to see him again.

here he was, unbothered, on the opposite side of the path that she decided to choose. miya had thought so many times about what would've happened if she followed kokonoi instead of seishu. would kokonoi still hate her as much as he did ? would it have gone differently ?

could she have saved him from this fate that he chose for himself ?

" get out of here. now, " senju warned her, the girl's voice low as she spoke to just her, more than aware of how brutal this fight was going to be. " they don't care if you're a bystander. if you're in the way, you're going to get killed. "

miya didn't respond, tunnel vision keeping her frozen in place. inside she battled a war between herself and what she knew was best for her. she knew that he wasn't the man she knew, or, perhaps he was. perhaps he was always capable of murder. perhaps he was always capable of being a horrible person. maybe he always was. she didn't know. she just knew that if she didn't try now, she'd never get this chance again. the chance to speak to him and air out so many grievances about him that she'd harbored and resenting over the two years that they were apart. curse him for not coming back for her, for not even saying hello.

senju wasn't as forgiving as the others, she grabbed miya by the shoulders and roughly shoved her to the side, sending her stumbling back into some brahman men. " get her out of here. keep pushing her until she's ready to walk on her own. doesn't she have somewhere she needs to be ? now's not the time to be out of it, girl. "

with the orders of their leader, the men kept pushing her further back into the crowd, especially as the all out bloodbath started. miya tried to shuffle her way away from them, but it didn't work. there was no way she was going to be as strong as any of these brahman men, much less strong enough to stand toe to toe against them and win. but when the war got started, the shoving got less and less as she got near towards the crowd. a few hands within the crowd reached for her, recognizing her as just an innocent bystander.

she wasn't an idiot. she knew better than anyone not to get in the middle of fights between these types of people. she knew that if she didn't have the protection of her brother in the reform school, she would've ended hurt. if she didn't have the protection of seishu and hajime in black dragon, she would've been hurt. if she didn't have the protection of seishu and the toman members, she would've been hurt. her entire life, she'd been around these gangs and knew exactly how they worked, but she was always protected. to hurt her meant to hurt someone else who was much stronger than her. she knew not to go around and do stupid stuff because it would cause unnecessary problems on her stead. she knew that she was better off on the sidelines than she ever was in the middle of the fight.

but it was just her now. there was no one protecting her. she was on her own on this one, and she knew that. she knew that if she got herself hurt here, it would be her own fault. she was stupid enough to go out into the middle of a fight while perfectly knowing what she was getting herself into.

that didn't stop her from moving forward, anyways. miya knew, she just ignored the signs of danger ahead of her. or, she just didn't care. some things were more important than the possibility of getting hurt. and getting answers was one of them. she wanted to know why hajime ended up the way that he did. she wanted to help him, to save him. even if she couldn't, then she could at least go through life saying that she did everything that she could for him, even putting herself in harms way.

so she weaved through the crowd, ducking and running whenever someone would approach her. she knew that hajime hadn't moved much, not until mikey did. that's the way that hajime was. he preferred standing behind someone and waiting to act instead of doing it himself, that much she knew would never change about him.

when she finally managed to close some distance between the two of them, she found mikey in a brawl with someone she didn't recognize, although it couldn't necessarily really be called a fight. mikey was dominating, easily. but there hajime was, standing a little ways behind him and overlooking everything, his analytical eyes scanning over everything for any possible hint of the outcome of this war. but he couldn't have anticipated her.

" ha-hajime..! koko..!? " she yelled, finding her hands were shaking as she stood in front of koko, just inches away from him now. he was right there, and if they both reached out, they could grab each other's hands. instead, they remained that distance away from each other. " koko, i- i found you.. i have.. so much shit that i want to tell you. so fucking much, you have no idea, koko. are you actually a fucking idiot ? "

" miya. " kokonoi started, looking up at her, trying to conceal the surprise in his eyes, but he couldn't hide it from her. she knew, even when he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding the way he was feeling. " you sure do love sticking around like a fly. "

" says you ! you're just like me, if you couldn't tell. you couldn't give up a life that you'd lived for so long. drugs, violence, bloodshed.. and that's just the tip of the iceberg for you ! you've done it all in your lifetime, even since you were a kid ! " miya took a step forward, her hands balled into fists, but they both knew that she wasn't going to strike him. she was just angry, and venting out her frustrations after two years of being separated.

" finally, something that you're fucking right about. yeah, i've done it all. anything that paid, i was the one controlling it from the start. and you still can't see that some of us just can't go past this. this is all that they are- all that i am ! and you have the fucking nerve to come in here and spout some bullshit about me like you know what it's like ? don't fucking play with me, miya. "

" but you didn't have to go down this path to begin with ! " she grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt, pulling him just inches away from her face. " you didn't have to go about this alone ! you had people around you that wanted to help ! shu-ya, and me ! we were there ! you shut us out ! you had an escape to do something different with your life and you decided not to take it. and i just.. i don't.. i don't get it. why wouldn't you just be happy with what you had.. why were you so busy chasing something that was no longer reachable.. why were you never happy with me.. "

" miya- "

she blinked her eyes a couple of times, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at the familiar face of someone she loved so desperately it hurt her. second choice. she'd always be second choice. an after thought that people would have once their original plans went through. that's how it always was. she was good at being a side character in her own life story. she was good at being a nobody, even to the people she cared about. " why not me..? " she whispered, hands clenching his shirt tightly, head down as she cried. " i couldn't be enough for you. it didn't matter what i did to help. didn't matter if i got my own hands dirty. you'd never.. look my way the way i wanted you to. i'm barely enough for shu-ya, but i can tell. he'd prefer to have his best friend by his side than me. from the day i met you, i just wanted to help. i wanted to see you smile a genuine smile. but.. "

click.

" giving you trouble, koko ? " the unfamiliar voice asked, cold metal pressed against the back of her head. " just say the word, it'll be quick. "

hajime hesitated, making eye contact with the man, and then back down at miya, who's eyes were still crying even with a gun pressed against her head, her face so ghostly pale. " miya. you've got it wrong, all wrong. you always were too hard on your- "

the loud rush of a bullet through the gun rang through the air, and miya's head hit his shoulder, her blood smearing on his uniform before her body fell limp in front of him, her hands dropping the fabric of his uniform, suddenly cold. " no.. wait.. " he whispered, feeling the tears bubble up underneath his wide eyes, his teeth clenched together. " you weren't.. you weren't supposed to be here. not you. not now. "

he dropped down onto his knees, finding himself weaker than he'd ever felt before, even back then. " she can't.. " he whispered, holding onto her body, head buried in the crook of her neck. " she can't even have a good life with inupi now.. "

the war of the three deities raged on around him, but kokonoi was inconsolable. the gunshot had been an accident - the kanto manji member thought that hajime needed him to end it for him, that she was just a regular bystander and that he didn't have the strength to kill her himself. murder wasn't a new thing for the kanto manji gang, most didn't even flinch at a kill in cold blood like this, especially not koko, who'd orchestrated more than one kill just for some cash. besides, he couldn't afford to go weak now, not when he was too deep in. miya's death solidified this fact to him, as if it needed reteaching to him.

she wasn't the only one who died that night, either. draken died, and mikey killed south, and almost killed takemichi, too. senju managed to stop him from killing takemichi off completely, and hajime stopped the entire fight in time, ending it all before it could escalate again. the murder count for this one fight was far too high for anyone to be comfortable. with takemichi on his back and something in his hand, hajime made a slow walk towards d&d motors, knowing he would hate the next few hours more than anything else in his entire life. no one prepared him for what he was going to have to tell seishu.

pounding on the door, hajime watched as seishu noticed him and ran to open the door. " take him.. to the hospital.. " he muttered, his breath coming in ragged as he tried to hold onto takemichi as long as he possibly could.

" wait here ! i'll get the car ! "

" make it fast ! " hajime yelled, watching as seishu sprinted away towards the parking lot to grab the company truck. when he came back, seishu opened the door for hajime to throw takemichi into the back of the van.

" what.. happened ? "

hajime shrugged takemichi into the car as he made eye contact with seishu. " draken and south are both dead.. miya is too. " hajime spat out the last words from his mouth before he had a chance to back down from saying what needed to be said.

" ..what..? what did you.. just say to me ? " seishu whispered, anger coursing through him as he took a step closer to hajime, and then, without warning, he reeled back, punching hajime square in the jaw, enough to throw his head to the side and make hajime stumble against the door of the truck. " what was she doing in the middle of the fucking fight ? what did you do to her ?! "

" i let her die. "

" you fucking.. " hajime didn't even try to fight back against seishu, letting the man throw punch after punch, breaking his nose. seishu knocked hajime down onto the hard asphalt and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, picking him back up. " are you happy like this ? with this road of violence that you chose ? is this the way you want to live ? "

" dumbass.. " hajime muttered, face bloodied and bruised from seishu's onslaught of punches. even still, while taking seishu's punches several times, he forced a fake smile, that completely betrayed the tears streaking down his face. " of course i'm happy. i chose this life for what it could offer me. "

" it took everything away from you ! away from me ! you've taken everything from me ! my sister, my home, half of my fucking face ! and now draken and... her.. she's dead, koko ! and she's not coming back ! no matter how much money you save up or how much shit you do to try to erase the past, they're all fucking gone ! "

hajime pushed off seishu with the most force that he could muster out of his already exhausted body. " following mikey is like betting on the winning horse. ...inupi. " he held out his hand, pulling out the toy rabbit keychain that he found on miya's body. " you should probably have this. you chose.. a good person, inupi. "

seishu looked at the little rabbit keychain in his hand, trying to find it in him to say something else, do something else. but he couldn't. there wasn't anything left for him to say to hajime. all he could do is hop in the truck and take takemichi to the hospital and hope that his name doesn't get added to the list of causalities, too.

" knock-knock ! " miya called out, opening the door of s.s motor before anyone could give her a proper answer. hajime stood right behind her, in his hand was a gift for shinichiro as an offering for taking seishu away from the shop. " shu-ya, shu-ya ! " she yelled, her eyes searching for seishu when she spotted him on the floor next to the bike that he'd been working on all day. " shu-ya..! " too excited to see him, miya rushed up to him, running at full speed across the shop while he tried to scramble in time to stand up. but he misjudged just how fast she could be when she was excited, and she ended up colliding with him head first, her arms wrapped around him as they both got knocked down into a tight hug.

" shu-ya, come to lunch with us ! " she declared as the man hesitantly returned the hug, her warm body pressed against his. " shinichiro, please, can we steal shu-ya for a little while ? pretty please ? i promise haji and i will make it up to you ! "

" sure, i'm not holding him here against his will. i was actually thinking it was about time for the two of you to visit us. " shinichiro joked softly, poking his head up from the bike that he was working on. " go ahead and steal him away from me. i won't be that mad, i promise. "

" yay ! shu-ya, what do you feel like eating ? i feel like eating something from that shop we all used to frequent a lot, but haji here wants to try that new shop that opened downtown a little ways away. sugoaku i think it's called ? with the twins ! "

" sugoaku sounds good. " seishu admitted, shrugging a little while still trapped in a hug from miya. hajime knelt down beside the two of them, a small, content smile on the man's face.

" good choice, inupi. "

" of course you would agree with haji ! ugh, i swear, no one wants to do what i wanna do, " miya pouted, shaking her head angrily as she finally let go and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at hajime and immediately breaking character. " alright ! fine, sugoaku it is. only because there's no way i can say no to the two of you. but you guys owe me a stop to the ice cream shop, too ! deal ? "

" deal. "

" then let's go ! " miya grinned, pressing a kiss onto the man's lips. " we've got to go before it starts getting dark, i promised emma i'd watch the baby for her and i don't wanna be sleepy. "

— ♡ selfship blog | minors do not interact | kamiimiya

[sweet-seishu]

okay here are my high cockwarming inui thoughts

fuck he'd love it. his needy little princess desperate to feel him inside her. he'd help you sink down nice n slow, a deep groan escaping his lips as he finally bottoms out inside you. you'd lean back against him, his hands roaming your torso as he kept telling you to stay still. your walls would pulse around him, making him let out small groans into your ear as his hand when lower, gently rubbing your clit as his other hand played with your breasts. it takes everything in him not to pound into you, the moans leaving your mouth making his cock twitch as he continued to tease you. your orgasm would approach so quickly, your body more sensitive from the weed that your crying out his name in minutes, creaming around him as he helped you ride it out, whispering praises in your ear as he started to thrust up into you, making you whine at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your tight heat.

before you know it he's got you pinned to the mattress, fucking you roughly, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until your a dumb little mess.

[rinupi]

will i ever finish this....................

[aryomengrande]

"i swear someone will commission you if only you offered your services," "okay, how much are you willing to bet on it?" this was a convo between my bsf and i on a random day. aug 1 last year, i opened commissions. on the same day, i lost that bet lmao and the rest is history. i've always held my art in high regards just for the sole reason that it has always been my backbone. but i wasn't sure if it could provide the same magic to others. a leap of faith—that was what it took to put my uncertainty to rest. i guess delulu is really the solulu (งツ)ว sending love and light to everyone who has poured even the tiniest amount of appreciation towards my art ! ♡

aryomengrande 2024 ©

[crystal-the-axolotl]

him!

[cheswirls]

god koko's episode is coming up... i might watch that one too if only to see akane in full color

[vixensbrainrotts]

TR men reacting to little kids wooing you

Content: reactions

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: none (lmk if im wrong)

Summary: A little boy, perhaps four or five of age comes waddling over to you two whilst you're out on a date together and offers you a flower, confessing his spontaneous love for you. How does your man react to that?

Vixen’s two cents: hi! This has been sitting in my drafts forever so i need to get it out cause it’s collecting cobwebs. It’s sort of a random idea but whatever, i found it entertaining. Also im editing this in the car and its giving me a stroke why is the road so fucking uneven? If you have any ideas for me to write please please please my requests ans messages are open! Yeah, let me know if there are any other characters that fit those types and enjoy!

(Takemichi, Chifuyu, Souya, Hakkai, Shinichiro, Sanzu (I don’t care what anyone says. Shy Sanzu is forever on my agenda), Inui)

Nearly deceased type, it took him so long to get you. How HOW is this little ass kid wooing you better than he could ever dream of? What the actual fuck was happening? He couldn’t believe his eyes when that actual toddler came up to you with a flower, the stem freshly plucked, and a glimmer in the kid‘s hopeful eyes. The boy had almost serenaded you the way he sang praises to you: „excuse me miss, you’re really pretty! Would you accept my flower please?“. And what was even more unbelievable, was when you giggled and accepted the flower giddily. Then the little boy crossed the line: „can I have a kiss in return Miss?“. And you did. You pecked the cheek of the boy meek two minutes after meeting him! Unbelievable! It took him 3 dates to even hold your hand. Outrizzed by a five year old.

(Nahoya, Mikey, Baji)

Ready to fight the kid. He's deadass about it too, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckels and snapping the kinks in his neck, looking menacingly at that poor little boy. He doesn't care that this may be the kid's first crush, he'll crush him in return. You were his damnit and he was gonna prove it to anyone who tried him. Kids included. When you pull at his arm though, prompting him to calm down, he stops a little. What do you mean you dont want him to establish his dominance? He's genuinely stumped and just kinda stares at you for a second, watching you intensely as you lean down to the boy, whispering something in his little ear and taking the flower from him. The boy giggles at you, his former horror dissipated, instead replaced with a furious blush that spread all the way down his neck and up his ears. He blew you a kiss before skipping away, giddily going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Your boyfriend turns you around by the shoulders immediately and gives you a harmless glare. “What the fuck was that about?” But he doesn’t get a response, as you just wrap your arms around him and laugh. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!” Well… that wasnt the answer he was looking for but he’ll take it.

(Ran, Shion, Draken, Benkei, Wakasa)

Sitting back and watching the show. He finds the little kids advances hilarious and will gladly watch the little shrimp try to win you over whilst you’re trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. “So sweets, how old are you anyway?” The boy asks you with a smirk on his face. “Too old for you.” You answer incredulously, just about ready to cry from laughter. “No no no baby, no one has to know! It can just be between the two of us and that’s fineeee!” He draws out the syllables and leans one elbow on table you and your boyfriend are sitting at. Your boyfriend all the while has probably pulled out a phone, discreetly filming the whole thing whilst leaning back and hiding his tears. You shoot both boys an amused look and then answer the awaiting kid. “Come back to me in a few years and maybe we can arrange something, yeah?” The little kids eyes widen as he looks at you with a determined smile. “Yes! You won’t regret it! And I’ll beat up your wannabe boyfie over here once I’m strong enough too!” He exclaims and runs off leaving you howling in laughter and your boyfriend, who is suddenly enraged by a child, fumes silently, sending daggers across the room. “Relax baby.” You reach a hand over the table to hold his, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Don’t touch me.” He hisses and puts the phone down, crossing his arms in fake offense.

(Hanma, Kokonoi, Izana, Rindou)

The false hope typa guy. In this case, the boy made the mistake of coming up to HIM and innocently asking for your name. “Why, you like what you see?” Your boyfriend uses language much too mature for the little kid, but he gets a timid response of “yeah, she’s real pretty..” nevertheless. Your boyfriend chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. “I say go for it, I’m sure you’ve got a chance with her!” The little boy has wide eyes and an open mouth “Really? You sure she doesn’t have some super big ‘n scary boyfriend?” He has to suppress laughter when he answers. “I’m sure she doesn’t, go talk to her, ask her for her name and tell her that I said hi too.” And with that, he’s sent the kid on his way. Your boyfriend watches him shyly go up to you and pat your leg slightly to get your attention. He watches you smile down at the little boy and talk to him, your eyes widening and laughing when you exchange a few words with the kid. When he sees fit, he comes stalking over to the two of you and wraps his arm around your waist and smirks at the kid. “Hey there.” You greet your boyfriend and turn to look at him. “Have you met—“ he guesses that you’re about to introduce him to the little boy but he doesn’t care to listen, and leans down to shush your lips with a long, over-the-top kiss, even going as far as to cracking one eye open to look at the little boys horrified face before finally pulling away. You’re a little dazed and very confused when you look down and find your little admirer gone. You throw your boyfriend an accusing look but he only raises his hands in surrender, claiming innocent with a smug smile on his face.