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Wattpad Announcements!

Hiii luvs! To all the newcomers, welcome! To the rest of all you amazing humans, I just want to say thank you so much for your support in my wiritng, you guys are the best 😭🫶🏾

I am happy to say I have a few new updates for you all!

I have recently released a new part to The Delinquent Next Door, on my Wattpad so please feel free to go check it out (and for you new lovely people, if you're interested I would love for you to check it out as well!). Click the link below to check out the latest chapter!

Link: The Delinquent Next Door: Baby Your The Highlight of My Lowlife

Here's a sneak peak 😉 Preview:

You sighed from the slight relief of pressure in your head as you settled your elbow on the counter with your head resting in your hand.

What a day...

All you wanted was to go back home, hopefully greeted with the sight of solitude with Midnight and a nice, warm meal before bed.

You closed your eyes, thinking of all the things you would do to wind down after an exhausting week of crazy work days.

"Hey...y/n?" a familiar voice reaches your ears.

You hummed in response, too tired to open your eyes.

"Do you know that guy outside?"

You sigh,"What guy?"

"Well, he's got blonde and black hair and...is really hot."

You furrowed your brows at your friend's statement. You bring yourself to peak an eye out at her with a questioning brow, in which she responds with a pointed finger without saying another word.

Sitting up, you follow the direction of where she pointed.

Your eyes grew wide with shock, feeling your whole body freeze as you hold the attention of a familiar face you had hoped you wouldn't be seeing. There stood outside the glass doors of the diner across the street and leaning against a wall--lit cigarette in hand--was none-other than Hanma Shuji himself.

Why was he here? At My job?

That you didn't know. But what you did know was this: your life was getting shittier by the second and it is all his fault.

Smirking at the realization it was you looking at him, Hanma tosses is finished cigarette on the ground and stubs out, making his way inside.

He worse black jeans, sneakers, and a white Henley shirt and black hoodie.

When he reaches you at a decent talking distance from the counter, he says, "Hey there doll~how's work?"

You were gonna kill him.

----- End of preview (click the link for more!)

In addition, I have officially released a new fanfic in honor of watching an all-time favorite anime of mine, One Piece!

To anyone interested in marriage-with-convenience romance and One Piece fanfics go check out Heart With a Price Tag on my wattpad account!

Here's the synopsis: (Thatch x Reader) Thatch is a successful business owner that is facing a midlife crisis as a broken hearted bachelor after ending a 2 years relationship with his now ex-fiancé. With the concern of his brothers and father, he is forced to attend therapy. While attending therapy, he bumps into a family friend's daughter who's in desperate need of a miracle...and a husband. The solution to everyone's problems? Marriage with convenience!

Heart With a Price Tag is linked below! (And if you like it follow my wattpad for more recent updates.)

Link: Heart With a Price Tag

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authorluvgxbby · 6 months

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Update!

New part in The Delinquent Next Door: "Another One Bites The Dust" on Wattpad

Hi guys! As promised here's an update on my fanfic The Delinquent Next Door on my Wattpad! Follow me for easier updates on it as well as some more fanfics I will be publishing. Your support means a lot, so please like, comment, and follow my wattpad for more. Enjoy!

Preview:

"You're so selfish, and always looking for trouble, and I bet you think that at the end of the day there's no harm done and that you're the only one who has to deal with the problems that tags along with you but that's not true at all because the moment there's an issue, you rope others into it and expect them to deal with it too."

Slowly, you lift your head up, bitter eyes once again setting upon Hanma, only this time your met with his apathetic gaze. You stare into his yellow orbs, hoping to find some sort of sign that the words you spoke was registering in that jailed mind of his. Hoping that if you searched long enough, you could see a trace that he cared about what you said, how you felt, how much you were hurting because of how he was acting.

But, that was nothing but fickle thought. His face was nothing but a blank slate.

"I knew it," there was a crack in your voice as you spoke. You feel his grip tighten around your wrists, which was all the response you needed. You tried to yank yourself away, but his iron hold on you was firm. He stared at you for a moment longer until he finally spoke.

"You're right. I don't care," he simply states, his expression remaining unchanged, "but that doesn't mean I am not aware of how you feel."

Your eyes widened at last statement. He sat you down next to him, and relinquished his grip on you while your attention remained on him.

"I don't give a damn who I hurt in the end, and usually that would include you too, but...,"he pauses, tilting his head slightly in thought, "--but for some reason I feel differently about you."

And he left it at that.

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authorluvgxbby · 7 months

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New Part!!

Heyyy guys! Sorry for the inactivity, school has been a lot. I have just finished and published a new part for The Delinquent Next Door on my wattpad account. So feel free to go ahead and read! There will be more parts to come, but, as promised, here's a few crumbs from the next chapter, enjoy! (feel free to follow my wattpad for more! <333)

Wattpad: authorluvgxbby

Conflicts and Thunderstorms

"W-who is it?" you called out loud.

There was no response, only the loud crackle of lightning and the harsh wind blowing.

You quickly dash to the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan as a weapon (in case it was some sort of creep), and darting back to the front of the door.

Swallowing your fear, you crept toward the door, raising the frying pan you had retrieved in one hand, while the other hand slowly unlocked the door and gently grasped the door handle.

You breathed in a shaky breath: 1...2...3!

Swinging the door open, you grasp the pan with two hands ready to swing at the imagined creep knocking at your door, until you stop yourself at the sight of an all-too familiar person.

There was Hanma, slumped against the rails of the apartment floor, soaking wet, covered in bruises and what seemed to be his blood. He struggles to lift his head, which slowly revealed his battered face that was littered with cuts and black-and-blue bruises.

"What..." he gasped, "w-what took you so damn long to...open the...door..!" he choked out.

You were stunned, eyes wide as you could feel all of your fears and adrenaline fade as your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at the sight. Your mind went blank along with the rest of your senses. For a split second you didn't seem to notice the cold wind harshly whipping against your body, or the feeling of rain swiping across your face. The one thing you were aware of was getting Hanma inside.

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authorluvgxbby · 1 year

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HII! I hope you’re taking care of yourself :) I wanted to request TR boys sneaking in your room at 3am to wake us up and do some stupid stuff with them but they end up confessing afterwards. If not then that’s totally okay have a nice day/night!!

I Just Wanna Be Yours

Includes: Kazutora, Hanma, Ran

Note: I recommend playing I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys for a better experience! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption (not underaged drinking), slight suggestive teasing in Kazutora's part. Rest is fluff.

Kazutora

Usually every other teenager would jump at the chance to sneak out in the middle of the night to do god knows what unholy things as a result of them surely getting grounded for life by nagging parents. But, you were different.

Unlike your friends who always stayed out, doing their own thing, you decided to spend your weekend enjoying time to yourself while relishing in the joy of getting a full eight hours of sleep before transitioning back to dealing with your stressful weekday routine of high school. Your mom was out of town working, so there wasn’t any point in sneaking out. Besides, you preferred staying home compared to running the streets.

You enjoyed the time alone and getting a good night’s rest was a bonus!

You had already freshened up and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas. Slipping into the warmth of your comforter and numerous pillows, you sighed in content.

There was nothing better than getting ready for bed after relaxing on a Saturday.

Everything was just perfect. The room was cool, your bed was warm to perfection, and your eyes were already droopy, ready to be closed for rest. Nothing could prevent you from sleeping through the night. The moment your head made contact with your pillow, you were out like a light.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.

It seemed as if you hadn’t fallen asleep at all when you were suddenly startled by the sound of what seemed to be small pebbles knocking against your window.

Your eyes flew open at the small pangs against the glass. You quickly sat up, heart beating partially fast at the sudden disturbance. You glance at the window, and then to your nightstand where your digital clock sat. Squinting, you briefly check the time that glowed across the small screen: 3 A.M.

Who on earth could be up at three in the morning throwing rocks at my window??

You certainly didn’t know. Anyone who knew you knew better than to disturb you on your weekends.

Once again, the pang of rocks against your window rang in your ears.

Groaning, you rubbed your temples.

“This is ridiculous…” you muttered, already annoyed at the disruption of your precious sleep.

Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed and quietly padded over to the window, determined to find out who could possibly be disrupting your sleep at this ungodly hour.

Unlocking your window, you slide it up, and peek your head out.

“Pssst! y/n!,” a familiar voice whispers from below.

Cocking a brow, you look down, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes and a familiar head of blonde and black locks.

“Kazutora? I-Is that you?” you replied in the same hushed tone.

“Quick! Throw down the rope will ya?”

He must be joking.

“Go to bed!” you deadpanned.

His eyes were wide, “W-what? Please! It’s cold!”

You sighed tiredly, glancing back inside your room and back to your pleading friend.

“Wait there!”

He smiles in reply, nodding as he waits for you to throw down his entrance to your window.

Searching your closet, you found an old knot of sheets you had made into a rope. After all, this wasn’t the first time Kazutora has shown up to your window asking to be let in. However, it was the first he’s ever come unannounced. He knew better, so why not warn you ahead of time?

You tie one of the ends to your bedpost and throw the rest of it down. Afterwards, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed that faces the window. Patiently, you waited for Kazutora to climb through, which didn’t take very long.

Less than five minutes later, he managed to get himself halfway through. Soon he’s slumped against the floor, grinning like a dork at you.

Frowning, you crossed your arms.

“Don’t tell me you're mad at me for waking you up?” he quipped.

“Kazutora…it’s too late to be pulling stunts like this. We’re not little kids anymore.” you huff, giving him a pointed look.

His grin staggers, flashing a guilty grimace. “I-I know, it’s just…I didn’t have any plans so I was hoping we’d go on–I don’t know–a little adventure,” he pauses, glancing back at you and then shooting his gaze at the ground, “like we used to…” he sighs.

Your harsh stare softens and your shoulders relax.

“If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve said something,” I whispered.

He perks up, hopeful eyes captured by your own. There’s a pause, a quick silence.

“You know I won’t say ‘no’ to you Kazutora.” You breathe out.

There’s more silence between you two, and at the moment, you didn’t even care that it was late and you were losing sleep. You didn’t want him to leave, but it was hard to really sit in the same room with him right now. It was tense, and neither of you dared to speak up.

There’s a sudden shift in weight next to you on the bed, looking back up, you turn to the side, meeting your friend’s slightly flushed face.

“Hey, um,” he clears his throat, “that…was a lie.”

Your brows furrowed. “Hm? What do you mean ‘tora?”

Situating himself more comfortably on your bed, he folds his arms, holding your curious gaze.

“The truth is…I just…I wanted to be with you. I-I missed you, I guess.”

You blinked a few times, processing his words carefully so as to not mistaken his intentions. But, once it clicked what was going on, it was pretty clear to you as to what the poor boy was trying to say. So far, he was as red as a tomato, and it killed you at how cute he looked. You got the hint, but you would rather hear it from him.

“What’s that mean?” you asked coyly, leaning in towards him with a grin. You dropped your hands to your sides, awaiting a response from the struggling juvenile.

He takes a shaky breath, swallowing thickly as he considers his next words.

“I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you s’all…” he mumbles.

Clicking your tongue, you get on all fours, slowly crawling towards Kazutora until he’s backed up and eventually trapped between you and the mattress.

“Kazutora, do you…like me?” you teased.

He nods, his head hazy and spinning from the close proximity. “I-I do!”

After the small confirmation, you were satisfied, immediately collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest.

“Good. ‘Cuz, I like you too!”

Groaning, he envelopes you in a warm embrace, returning the small ounce of affection.

“W-why didn’t you say something sooner then?!” he whines.

“Because you're cute when you’re nervous!” You laughed airly.

For the rest of the night, he stayed with you, falling into a deep sleep in the comforts of your warm bed.

Hanma

There wasn’t a night that went by that Hanma didn’t appear from your bedroom window. He was always welcome to use the front door. You even went as far as to give him an extra key to your apartment.

However, according to your manic friend, using the door “wasn’t as welcoming” compared to using your window as an entrance. Either way, you didn’t mind Hanma’s company or his random appearances.

It was comforting in a way. It was like a fresh touch of color to your daily plain routine.

Tonight was exactly the same.

Hanma had recently texted you not too long ago, saying he’d drop by to hang out. Per usual, you had opened your apartment’s window, waiting for Hanma to climb down the apartment balcony staircase.

From there, you would wait in your bed with a book in hand as you waited for Hanma.

Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the wall. Turning your attention from your reading, you meet with the familiar wicked smile of your awaited guest.

“Hey there sweetcakes. Missed me?”

Rolling your eyes, you bookmark your page and place the book on your nightstand.

“Hardly.” you lied.

Hanma scoffs, climbing through the opening of your window with a noticeably big plastic bag in hand.

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you eye the items in the bag with a questioning stare.

“What's in the bag?”

“Hm? This?”

He grins, proudly raising the bag in his left hand as if he had just found gold, “I’d thought we would make some weed brownies and try ‘em!”

“W-weed WHAT?!” you choked, baffled at how calm he was at the sudden proposal of doing something very much illegal.

He cocks a brow, “Hm? What? You don’t like brownies?” He questioned thoughtfully.

You were ready to smack him upside the head and scold his ass right on the spot, but you caught yourself and recollected your composure before losing your cool.

“Hanma…it’s not normal for ordinary people to spend the night making weed brownies.” you sighed, smoothing the lines on your forehead.

“Where the hell did you even get the weed?”

“I know a friend,” he simply shrugs, walking over to you and casually situating himself next to you on your bed.

Both of you rested against the headboard of the bed, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet with nothing but the rambunctious sound of the ongoing city of Kabukicho filling the gap between the two of you.

“Have you ever made a weed brownie before?” you chimed, staring at the chipped ceiling of your small apartment.

“Yeah, plenty of times.” he muffledly replied, lighting the cigarette that rested between his lips.

“Let’s make some tomorrow.”

He gently blows a puff of smoke, smirking as he turns his head to you, “Sure thing Sweets.”

You chuckle at his ridiculous pet name, while a warmth spreads across your chest, rising to your cheeks.

“Hey…” he pipes up, turning your gaze towards his own. “I’ve, um–been meaning to tell you somethin’.”

“What’s that?” you asked warily, a small grin gracing your tired features.

“...I really like you y/n.” he sighs, once again exhaling a large cloud of smoke from his thin lips.

You knit your brows together, eyes searching his expression for any foul play.

“Hanma…” He turns his gaze back to you, “did you eat a weed brownie before coming here?”

He flicks your forehead.

“Ouch! Hey!” you rub your forehead while using your other free hand to swat his shoulder.

“That’s for asking dumb shit. Of course I didn’t.” he scoffs, mildly glaring at you.

You huff, settling down in your spot as you process his sudden confession.

“But, why?”

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, taking small puffs of his cigarette before resting it between his fingers. “Why what?”

“Why do you like me?”

There’s a heavy silence weighing down on the two of you. Hanma stares at you for a little longer, before turning his attention to the blank, dull walls of the room.

“I like you because you're different.”

You return to face him with your own stare.

“Different, how?”

He smirks and returns your fixated gaze, “Give me a chance and you'll see~” he winks. “You won’t regret it.”

You did give him a chance. And you never regretted it at all.

Ran

You weren’t expecting a visit from Ran. Especially through the window of your run down apartment building.

You just came back from taking a double shift from work. It was well past 2 in the morning and all you wanted to do was crash for the night.

Trudging through your apartment, you kick off your shoes and sling your bag on the couch.

You make your way over to the fridge where you kept a bottle of wine. Grabbing the bottle you take it with you into your bedroom.

Once you close the door behind you, you turn around and are met with a familiar lanky figure in your bed.

“Oh, great your home.” Ran casually exclaims as he thumbs through a random book from your shelf.

He glances at you and then down to the wine bottle in your hand. Cocking a brow, he folds his arms and says, “Rough night?”

“Yeah,” you sigh dejectedly, trudging over to his spot and settling next to him in the bed.

“Mind if you share that?” he asked, nudging his elbow gently to your side with a tired smile.

You hum, handing over the bottle while you stare at the static TV screen. “Go ahead.”

He gently grasps the bottle, easily unscrewing the cap and downing a good mouthful of the bitter liquid before handing it back to you.

“You should seriously get that thing fixed.”

“I don’t mind the static…” you wearily say, downing your own mouthfuls of the harsh liquor.

“You had a rough night yourself?” you asked, looking over to him to study his features more closely. He’s usually covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes after getting into another brawl. Tonight was just that.

Ran’s once porcelain, smooth skin was now littered with small cuts and a few bruises. Nothing major to damage the face. You could even go so far as saying he looked more handsome when he was a little roughed up. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. He’d never let you hear the end of it.

“You could say that.” he chuckles, turning his attention to the static of the TV.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“...would it make me feel better?”

“You tell me.”

He stays quiet for a moment, shaking his head.

“I got into a fight.”

“Well duh, I already know that dummy.” you sigh, pinching your bruised cheek.

“Ow, so mean.” he pouts, turning to face you again.

You suppress the smile creeping on your lips and press them into a firm line.

“Why did you start a fight?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m the one who picked a fight first.”

You give him a pointed look, ignoring the lousy answer. Your eyes narrow as you press for the truth.

“Ran.”

Now it was his turn to sigh. “Ok, so I did start it first, so what?” he huffs, staring back at the TV.

Your gaze softens at his hardened tone. You gently take his hand and squeeze down gently.

“Why?” you voiced softly.

Once again he goes quiet, attempting to find the proper answer to your persistent questions. When he does, he doesn’t look at you, he just continues to stare at the static screen of the TV.

“Because they mocked the woman I care about the most and I’d be damned if I didn’t teach them a lesson about bad-mouthing you.” he muttered irritably, his hand tightening around your own.

You were shocked, not just by the subtle confession, but also by his angered expression.

For the first time, you saw Ran Haitani angry with someone else besides his little brother. And deep down, it touched you knowing that he cared.

Smiling, you wrap his arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to him and pulling the covers over the both of you.

“That’s fine with me.” you whispered against him.

"Really?" he whispers back.

You hummed," Yeah. I'll let it slide this time. But afterwards, not more pointless fighting."

He smirks.

"Yes Ma'am."

For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in each other’s company, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

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authorluvgxbby · 1 year

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hello luvs! I know it has been a while but I am back after a much needed break. I would like to start off by saying thank you so much for the appreciation you have all shown to my posts, you all are so amazing ❤️

Also, I would like to apologize for being inactive for so long without any notice or announcement. Things were getting a bit overwhelming with school and I had decided to take a break from writing. However, after taking a much needed break I am happy to say that I will be back to writing starting today!

I will start off with fulfilling all requests sitting in my mail (I will also continuing taking requests in the future)

As for my mini series The Delinquent Next Door I will be continuing it on Wattpad, which is available on my profile with a link or you can click here. Updates will be posted on there and notifications of updates will be posted here so stay posted!

Other mini series I will work on will most likely be posted on Wattpad as well but I will include small samples on here.

I look forward to writing on here again!

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authorluvgxbby · 1 year

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Kaku: *gently taps table*

Jabra: *taps back*

Fukuro: What are they doing?

Lucci: Morse code

Kaku: *aggressively taps table*

Jabra: *slams hand down on the table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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authorluvgxbby · 1 year

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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 4: It’s A Date!

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: With your world turning upside down, you begin to slowly connect the dots of who your neighbor really is. It seems that no matter where you are or what situation you’re in, it all relates back to Hanma Shuji. Things are moving a bit too fast for you...so, how will you manage?

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence/violent behavior, slight trauma mentions/suggestions

A/N: *gasp* THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😭 Honestly, I was about to abandon the whole thing, but since I've been getting a lot of questions about it, I'll be posting the rest of it every week or so. This part was kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Two days have passed since your near death experience with Hanma.

Guess you could basically check off almost being murdered off your bucket list.

What a wonderful world we live in.

After the experience of the unsavory adventure, you began to contemplate the events of that night, while trying to piece together the…interesting background of your neighbor.

His infamous reputation as the most feared gangster in Kabukicho was very odd, seeing as how a normal individual, such as yourself, wouldn’t have a clue about him, yet those small fry gangsters knew him like he was some historical figure out of a history book.

I mean, since when do gangsters do homework on other gangsters? Maybe there’s some sort of class specifically for delinquents or something?

You shook your head.

This is crazy.

To be honest, you had to give him some credit. Despite the ridiculous and underlying comical nickname as a “Grim Reaper,'' you understood why people–delinquents–feared him so much.

That night when witnessing the fight between him and those thugs was something you certainly would never forget. Not because of the shock or the adrenaline pumping through your body due to the obvious danger that was present in the situation but because of the fact that Hanma, at the time, wasn’t the same person you met. Or, in your eyes, wasn’t just the average asshole next door neighbor that you had bumped into.

That night, you saw a completely different side of him aside from his crude and playfully cocky behavior.

He wasn’t the idiot you saw trying to bulldoze his door because he was lazy. No, he was a guy who would have beaten the crap out of anyone that looked at him wrong without hesitation and a really, really, really scary delinquent.

Certainly someone you wouldn’t want to piss off. At least, not too much.

Just gathering that much pretty much made it clear that Hanma wasn’t exactly normal.

As a matter of fact, it’s almost impossible to consider him ‘normal’ after witnessing how he basically took life as a joke with little to no care for his own safety and well-being. Which makes him ten times as weird as you thought he was.

What kind of neighbor knows how to beat the literal shit out of people? No–what kind of person takes pleasure in violence?

None of which you or anyone else knew, that’s for sure.

Nonetheless it seems that everywhere you go, trouble follows behind you, and so does Hanma Shuji.

I should move….and get out of the neighborhood while I’m still in one piece.

“Hey…”

But that wouldn’t really benefit me much. It was hard enough finding somewhere cheap to live.

“y/n!”

You snap out of your thoughts, turning your full attention towards your concerned best friend.

She frowns. “Are you alright? Are you still in shock from what happened?”

You blink owlishly, waiting for her words to process.

Oh right, she still feels guilty.

You glare at her, landing a gentle smack to her shoulder, “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine! Quit beating yourself up already”

She frowns,“How can I not blame myself after you almost got hurt? All because of a stupid date!” she pouts, eyes watery as she takes your hand into her own, squeezing gently.

“You’ve been so distant lately, and you’ve been on edge ever since that night,” she mumbles, once again squeezing your hand apologetically, “how can I not worry about you…”

Ok, sure, it kinda was her fault.

No, wait, scratch that–it definitely was her fault. But, hey, it could have been worse. If it weren’t for your crazy neighbor, you would’ve ended up in a body bag, yet here you are now, alive and breathing, and still working minimum wage at a run-down diner for a living.

“You say that as if I’m dead already,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the register you were posted at, “and besides, as far as I’m concerned I’m still sucking air for the most part, so you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m fine.”

Bzzz!

Great timing universe!

Quickly fishing out your phone from your jeans pocket, you quickly glance at the new notification on your screen.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Meet me on the roof at 11 P.M.

Gee, my day was great, thanks for asking!

You: Why?

He doesn’t respond, only having read the message as indicated underneath your text.

You huff, slightly gripping your phone as you curse him through the tiny device.

You: I’m not gonna come if you don’t tell me why. I have to study for exams tonight, so I don’t have time for you rn.

“Who’s that? Is he a friend?” f/n asked, now leaning over your shoulder while scanning over your recent messages.

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” you sigh, placing your phone down on the counter.

She raises a brow. “Hmmm, why is he asking you out?”

Warmth creeps at the back of your neck. “He never said anything about a date!” you blurt out, clearing your throat as you set your phone down as you try to busy yourself at the empty register.

“Besides, we don’t know each other like that.”

She shrugs, “Maybe he wants to get to know you.”

Trust me, it’s the other way around. And not in the romantic perspective either.

“And what’s with the weird contact name? Something face reaper? Sounds like something straight out of a comic book.”

What is this? An interrogation?

Intentional or not, those were some damn good questions, none of which you wanted to answer.

Bzzz!

You snatch your phone from the countertop, looking over to see your best friend caught up in a conversation with the cook.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Just come.

You: …

You: You can reach me at my apartment, I’ll be studying. Goodbye :)

Jerk-Face Reaper: …

Jerk-Face Reaper: …Please?

You grinned.

You: Aww, such a sweetheart! I’ll take it. See you at 11!

“Aw, so it is a date!” f/n coos from behind you.

So she’s just spawning out of thin air now?!

“I-its not! I swear!” you groaned, hiding your face in your arms.

I hate it here.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes! You guys are seriously amazing ❤️

#tumblr milestone #thank you #10000 likes #milestone celebration #milestone post #milestone moment #thanksforyoursupport #thank you everybody <3

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Y/N: I'm tired of your bullshit!

KISAKI: I'm tired of your bullshit

Y/N: Then fucking leave then!?

KISAKI: I'll fucking leave, tf is wrong with you?

KISAKI: I'll beat everybody tf up in here-

MIKEY: Who? Beat who up? *Puts dorayaki down*

KISAKI: Oh, no- Not you bruh...

DRAKEN: Hah? Then WHO??

CHIFUYU: Aye bruh, who tf is you gon beat up bro. who?

BAJI: Yeah, that's what im tryna figure out, who you finna beat up?

ANGRY: That's what tf we tryna figure out

SMILEY: Who tf he gon beat up??

MITSUYA: Bro, who is you talking bout?

KISAKI: No... no, I-I wasn't talking bout none of yall

IZANA: Man i heard you said you was gon beat up everybody ass in here, who bitch?

KISAKI: No no, not you Izana-

SOUTH: THEN WHO? You said everybody in here, you aint talking bout me.

KISAKI: Yo chill-

RINDOU: Ain't no chill bro who tf is you talking bout?

RAN: Awh wait, this bitch said he gon beat up everybody in here? BITCH WHO?

Y/N: YEAH BITCH, WHO? WHO TF YOU GON BEAT UP???

TAKEMICHI: AYO, yall figure out who he gon beat tf up? who? WHO BITCH?

EVERYBODY SURROUNDING KISAKI: WHOOO WHOOOO, WHOO BITCH??

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Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits.

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker.

Today was no different.

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone?

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd.

“Rindou,” he calls.

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.”

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

“I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.”

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.”

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news.

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you.

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth.

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue.

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool.

“Please, shut up.”

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone.

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse.

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform.

“Rin! I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown.

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you.

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?”

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind.

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

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I love your hc's about reader passing out but I'm so jealous of y/n passing out so gracefully 😂 When I pass out I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and end up with a black eye 😭

I feel you 😭 I remember passing out from burnout and ended up waking up with an imprint of my keyboard on one side of my face and a bruise 😂 While I was writing I remembered the scene during the Valhalla Arc when Mikey just gracefully passes out after getting hit MULTIPLE TIMES with a metal pipe and I was just so jealous like??? Why can't I be like that 😭

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forget-me-nots

Based on request here

Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort

Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst

Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.''

True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.

Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer.

“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts.

He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?”

His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet.

“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”

Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.”

Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.

You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life.

Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.

The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves.

“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye.

You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair.

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.

“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”

And that was all.

The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so!

He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.

High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair.

It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business.

Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.

“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned.

No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.

The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.

And it was fucking bugging him.

His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.

He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers.

“Don’t forget to water the flowers.”

That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.

He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours.

Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office.

I need to forget.

He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff.

Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.

He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents.

Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind.

I need to forget.

Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.

The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members.

But, the one thing you did care about was him.

Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.

What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.

Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets.

Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep.

When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up.

When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up.

It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.

“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago.

You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.

“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.

Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.

He narrows his eyes, “What?”

You hummed, “I have something for you.”

“And?” he asks, folding his arms.

You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”

He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.”

Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words.

“But you’ve missed a couple things.”

You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”

He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”

Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.

“The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”

He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”

“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.” he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own.

“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.”

“And?”

You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.”

He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?”

“Why?”

He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.”

Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling.

Why can’t I forget?

He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.

It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.

“Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.

“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.

You smiled, “Don’t forget me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?”

“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?”

He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.

“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office.

Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”

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Y'ello

I was wondering if you could maybe make a oneshot with Bonten Sanzu??? Angst, maybe? Like, reader is also in Bonten but is a traitor so he sorta has to, like, kill them like he does with traitors???

I've never actually requested anything so I'm not really sure what else to say ejrjejfdn

You got it! I've posted it here. Enjoy ❤️

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Probably the most relatable thing said in this entire final arc

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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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<333

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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hellooo~ may I request a headcannon prompt where the tokyo revengers boys react to y/n passing out? like including the characters draken, ran, etc.

Prompt: TR characters reacting to reader passing out

Genre: Fluff

Characters Included: Draken, Ran, Rindou, Mitsuya

Warnings: mentions/suggestions of syncope in Rindou's part , mentions/suggestions of hypoglycemia (low blood pressure) in Mitsuya's part, mentions/suggestions of anemia in Draken's part, Arrhythmia (heart condition) in Ran's part, reader passes out/temporarily loses consciousness

A/N: heyy luv, here you go! Enjoy!

Draken

The first time you passed out on him, he was freaking out.

He left to go get groceries while you preferred to stay inside and relax since you felt a bit light-headed from the workout you had engaged in with Draken not too long ago.

As soon as he leaves, you pass out right on the couch, immediately blacking out.

Checking for his keys, Draken realizes he must have left them back in the house, so he goes back inside, only to find you passed out on the sofa.

Now, he's used to knowing what to do when things go south, always staying composed and making sure you weren't in any lethal danger, but when he doesn't understand what had caused you to pass out, he immediately dials your doctor's number, which was embedded into a silver bracelet you wore that had all your medical information.

When he gets through, the doctor immediately explains the situation, informing him that you suffered from anemia and things like this are normal for you and instructs that the only kind of danger you would be in is if you weren't breathing or waking up after five minutes had passed.

When the doctor explains that passing out is inevitable, Draken somewhat relaxes, but was still concerned about when you would wake up.

Thanking the doctor, he hangs up and gets you comfortable on the couch, making sure to prop your head on a pillow so you could breathe easier.

When you do eventually wake up, he's asking you if you're alright, how you feel, or if you need anything.

When you confirm that you're ok, he immediately scolds you while flicking your forehead. Half angry and half hurt that you didn't tell him about your condition sooner.

"What if you needed actual medical attention and you weren't wearing your bracelet? I wouldn't have been able to know what to do!"

Don't worry though, when he does calm down, he's quick to pull you close to him and nuzzle into the crook of your neck as his tough exterior melts away, making him succumb to your gentle touches and loving words.

From then on, he always goes to your frequent doctor appointments and makes sure to know all he can about your condition, so next time he'll be prepared.

Ran

You had Arrhythmia, a heart condition, and on some occasions when you drink caffeine or don't keep your cholesterol under control, you end up having to take your medication or deal with passing out for a few minutes after taking your medication.

Of course, Ran was aware about your condition after he had experienced you passing out on the floor after accidentally drinking some of his coffee.

When there were days you would pass out he'd still be a bit on edge, since sometimes you'd stay out cold for a little too long, but he'd stay calm and prop your head up while occasionally checking if you're breathing was steady.

Sometimes when he'd tease you or prank you, you would use your condition to scare him by acting like you had passed out again.

When you would do that, he'd scold you and apologize to you as long as you didn't try to do it again. (despite how teasing and carefree he is, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.)

I suggest you get use to him wanting to follow you wherever you go. He's scared to leave you alone, even in the confines of your home, since he knows you can be vulnerable when you do pass out.

When he's not around, he makes sure that Rindou or some men are around you or knows your location at all times.

When you get a medical ID bracelet for your condition, he goes the extra mile to customize it and decorate it with your favorite charms.

Rindou

Similar to Draken, he wasn't aware of your health condition that causes you to pass out and ends up finding out when he finds you passed out.

However, Ran, your best friend, was quite aware that you suffered from syncope and was sworn to secrecy to not tell his younger brother.

Your reasoning for not telling Rindou was due to the fact that you were scared of how he would react, and more importantly, you didn't want to be a burden to him. But, you knew he'd find out at some point, so you decided you would tell him when you felt ready.

He left you with Ran at his place when he decided to go to the corner store to surprise you with your favorite snacks.

On cue, when he had stepped out of the house, you immediately told Ran that you felt dizzy.

The older haitani was quick to guide you into the living room and lay you down with your head resting on a couple of pillows, while covering you with a blanket.

He sits close by on the floor, scrolling on his phone while occasionally checking your breathing.

When Rindou comes back with a bag full of goodies and sees you "asleep" with Ran next to you on the floor, immediately his boyfriend senses start to tingle.

He'll question Ran and why he was on the floor, knowing well enough his brother prefers the comfort of pillows than the harshness of flat surfaces.

And, with a straight face, he answered, "Oh, yeah, y/n's passed out and won't wake up for a while, so I let her have the couch."

Rindou is slack jawed with wide eyes as he glances between your "sleeping" form and Ran's calm expression before dropping the bag of snacks and smacking him upside the head away from you as he shakes your shoulders and calls for you to wake up.

Let's just say it took all it had in Ran to not knock his younger brother out to calm him down, since he was practically fuming and freaking out at the same time.

When he's got Rindou in a hold, he quickly explains your condition and the occasions of you passing out, and the reason why he wasn't told earlier about your health condition.

He's shocked, as well as saddened by your fear of how he'd react, understanding that he wasn't the best at handling his emotions or expressing his feelings and realized it was reasonable as to why you hesitated to tell him.

When the two of them seperate from one another and Rindou is calm, he settles next to Ran on the floor beside you, while holding his breath anxiously as he waits for you to wake up.

When you do wake up, he's quick to pull you into a hug and mutter a bunch of apologies and 'I love you's' in your ear.

"Don't ever hide something like this from me. I'll love you no matter what you idiot."

After that, expect to be pampered more than usual.

He'll accompany you to your doctor appointments, walk with you even if he doesn't feel like it, and constantly text you to see if you're ok.

Goes the extra mile to order cute matching emergency bracelets so you can notify him when your passed out as well as a medical ID so just in case he isn't around you, someone will see it on you and know what to do.

Mitsuya

Eight months into your relationship with Mitsuya, you had worked up the courage to tell him about your health condition and that you suffered from hypoglycemia since you were a kid after Hakkai had insisted you tell him at some point.

He wasn't shocked since he had noticed you were careful with what you ate and how much sugar you consumed.

However, he became more aware of you and was extra careful with you as well, since he wanted to make sure you were comfortable around him with your condition.

He did a lot of research about hypoglycemia and how it to affects you.

When you first pass out on him, he's quick to react and check if you were breathing.

He sets you down on your shared bed and waits for you to wake up with your hand held in his.

When you wake up, you're quick to apologize, since you were embarrassed that you had passed out in front him for the first time.

"There's no need to apologize. After all, a sleeping beauty like you has a prince she can rely on, so don't worry so much." SBJSBDJ HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART

Expect a lot of acts of service. He'll make sure you don't lift a finger and make alternative foods for you to eat so you can enjoy the same things he can enjoy.

When you aren't in the mood for eating, he'll coax, or sometimes beg, for you to eat something because he is worried about your blood pressure dropping too low.

However, when you are in the mood to eat, but not in the mood to follow your dietary restrictions you try to sneak eating a few sweets or some junk food.

Keyword "try"

Mitsuya almost always catches you trying to eat things your not suppose to, lecturing you that it wasn't good for you and that you shouldn't be careless about your health.

When he's done scolding you he'll let you slide with eating one or two sweets or the junk food you were craving, since he understands that it must be hard for you to be limited to things other people can enjoy. When your finished and end up feeling dizzy after eating, he'll watch over you when you pass out.

When he sees you stir when you are about to wake up from passing out, he'll press a long, sweet kiss to your lips to wake you up.

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