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crystalrose36 · 2 months

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(I do not own Bucchigiri or any of the original bucchigiri characters. They belong to their rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction, however the new characters belong to me.)

Summary: Have you ever wanted something so bad that you would do anything to get it? Could you handle the consequences once you got that wish? Shindo Akutaro wasn’t always the villain we see today. You, Shindo (y/n), are his younger sister who is a witness to his ascension to power and a light during his down fall. Let’s see where this story will take you, a blue diamond in the rough.

Blue Diamond Ch 3

You felt bad for your mom as the three of you ate in silence. A fourth plate was set but your brother was true to his word, he was not coming down for dinner. Hearing the clinking of a plate you look up and see your father clearing his own plate and putting it in the dish washer. “Thank you for dinner, I’ll be going to bed now.” And with that he turned around and headed up stairs.

Judging by how quiet it was you assumed he didn’t go into Akutaros room. You sigh and continue to eat the hamburger steak, it was a treat after all. Your mother got up and began to wash her plate along with the others. You finished your own just as quickly and tapped her shoulder. “Mom, don’t worry about these. I can do this, you look like you’ve had a long day.” She turns off the water, “Thank you (y/n), don’t stay up too late.”

Thankfully you didn’t have that many pots and pans to wash. You will have plenty of time to finish your homework and interrogate your brother tonight. After scrubbing the last dish you take a towel and dry them quickly. Putting everything back in its proper place you grab your bag and finally head upstairs.

Taking out your text books and your planner, you begin to complete the homework you were assigned at your desk. The problems were a bit difficult since this was the start of the new term and that meant new material. Kana was probably going to ask you if she could copy your homework tomorrow but you didn’t mind.

After several hours your homework is completed and you decide to get ready for bed. After putting on your pajamas you brush your teeth while taking a peak outside of your bathroom to see your parents room, the lights were off. With that signal you clean up in the bathroom and barge into your brothers room. After what happened tonight you didn’t bother with knocking.

“Taro! What happened tonight with dad? Quitting school and Ichizu?” You say as you slam open the door which causes your brother to jump from his chair near his desk. “Don’t be so loud! You’ll wake mother and father and I can transfer to any school i want.” He replies while crossing his arms, “Like I said the academy we go to right now isn’t making me learn anything new. I want to get stronger like Doman Kenichiro, the guy who saved me today……” Clenching his fists tightly to the side of him, “(y/n),he is someone I am destined to follow. He knows true strength and all the paths that become unlocked with it. Right now I’m just standing still at the academy. But I know that I can start moving again once I transfer to Ichizu as soon as possible.”

You stared at him in shock, he’s never been this passionate about anything before. Sure, he liked to study but that felt like a pass time for him to do. Leaning back against the door you stare at him in disbelief. “Taro……..how…..how do you know this will work? At the academy our life- I mean your life is already set in stone! You can get into a good college and I know you are smart enough to do great things! Ichizu can’t open doors like our school can!” You can see the irritation on his face, his left hand reaches up to neck but he quickly puts it back down. “(Y/n) you sound like mother and father right now. I don’t need to hear the same thing from you. I’m going to forge my own destiny! Joining Minato Kai will give me the strength I need to carve out my own path. I refuse to end up like our father.”

Biting your lip you held back from saying something hurtful. Like it or not your brother had already made up his mind and you didn’t want him to shut you out like he did with your parents. “Alright, I just worry about you. It’s a little sister thing.” He gets up and hugs you gently, “I’m the older brother, you have nothing to worry about with me okay?” You both share in the tender moment until his timer goes off signally the hour is close to midnight.

You let go and quietly open the door, “Sorry to keep you up so late big brother. Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.” He tells you “Goodnight” as you exit his room and return to yours feeling more exhausted than ever. You turn off the light and collapse onto your bed, not even bothering to sleep under the covers.

#shindo akutarou #bucchigiri x reader #arajin tomoshibi

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crystalrose36 · 2 months

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(I do not own Bucchigiri or any of the original characters. They belong to their rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction.)

Blue Diamond Ch 2

After the announcement the president just made you hurried away hoping no one could see your face turn a shade of pink. You were glad she had faith in you and your brother, but part of the time you wished you could just stay under the radar. Slipping on your shoes and putting your school ones away you made your way over to Kana as she was finishing up her phone call.

“The limo will be here in a minute. Did you let your brother know we’ll be hanging out?”

You nodded your head, “Ya, I sent him a text.”

Kana smiled, “Great! You are so lucky your brother is easy going.”

And with that sentence the limo pulled up, Kana got in and you followed. As the door closed you could see your brother walking out with his friends and you quickly waved at him before the car left the school grounds. The city buildings seem to the a blur as the car races towards Cafe Deluxe per Kanas orders to the driver. Bouncing happily up and down in her seat her worries from this morning seem nonexistent due to her test scores. As your day was a cause for celebration you couldn’t help but wonder why it felt off.

The driver stopped out in front of the cafe, its light shining against the white building in soft cursive letters “Cafe Deluxe”. You got out first and stepped to the side to let your friend out. Though as you got a better look at it now it was a……three story building? Kana tugged on your arm, “Come on, come on! Let’s get started!”

Cafe Deluxe wasn’t like any cafe you have been to before, the first floor consisted of drinks to order, then you had to take the elevator up to the second floor that was filled to the brim with cakes, cookies and other sweets you’ve never seen before. The desserts were served in a buffet style, everyone could choose what they wanted and they charged by how much your plate weighed. The third floor was just tables, couches, etc.

After Kana pays for your desserts you carefully put your plates down and begin to eat. You only have three desserts on your plate since you don’t want to take advantage of Kana. The Dragon Fire Dessert is the first thing she bites into. “Oh my gosh! I never knew something spicy and sweet could taste so good!”

You laugh at her, the flaming red ice-cream in the shape of the dragon with scales made of chocolate looked appealing but you knew better. It was called Dragon Fire for a reason. The cakes and puddings on your plate looked like a work of art on their own. The pudding was a white raspberry chocolate in the shape of a swan, the two cakes were caramel cake with chocolate and a lavender cream mochi cake in the shape of teddy bears. You silently apologized to the bears and began to eat.

Time quickly passed by, Kana dropped you off at your house and waved goodbye. You watch as her car disappears around the corner and head inside. As soon as you open the door you hear your brother and your father arguing.

“YOU ARE NOT QUITTING SCHOOL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR MOTHER AND I HAVE HAD TO SACRIFICE IN ORDER FOR YOU TO HAVE CHANCE AT A BETTER LIFE?!”

The one shouting sounded like your father, apparently he came home from work early but not for a good reason.

“IM NOT QUITTING SCHOOL! I JUST SAID IM TRANSFERRING TO ICHIZU! THERES NOTHING MORE I CAN LEARN WHERE IM AT RIGHT NOW! I WANT TO BECOME STRONG!”

Your brother shouted back, equally as loud as your father.

There was nothing good about this situation, but Kana had already left and if you arrived home any later it would just probably make the situation worse. Taking a deep breath you shut the door and as quickly as possible walk past the kitchen.

“(Y/N)! Did you know about this?!” Your father stops yelling and turns to you. You silently curse that he noticed you.

“No, I left with Kana to go eat at a Cafe and I just got home. This has nothing to do with me dad.” You say as you turn around to answer.

Your mother gets up from the couch. “How about we all calm down? Akutarou, just think about this tonight okay? What your father was trying to say was this sudden change doesn’t sound like you at all. We just want to make sure you are not going to regret this decision.”

The tension in the room seems to have died down for now. Your father begins to loosen his tie and walks past you, “I’m taking a bath, I’ll be down for dinner.”

Your mother puts a hand on Akutarou, “Why don’t you sit down I can whip you up some tea okay? (Y/n), would you mind putting your bag down and help me with dinner?”

You nod and set your bag down by the stairs, “Sure mom. We’ve finished the leftovers, is there anything in particular you had in mind for tonight?”

She takes out the kettle and fills it up with water, “I got some hamburger steak from work. Can you prep it?” Turning on the stove, you hear a click and she sets it on the burner. Your mom goes to the pantry and takes out some tea bags with some cups and sets them down on the counter. Opening up the fridge you get the hamburger steak out, wash the vegetables and begin chopping.

Akutarou just stares at the table not saying a word the entire time as your mom pours his cup of tea. Trying not a look at him with the corner of your eye you decided to ask him about this when your parents were asleep. Something else had to have been going on. As you finish prepping, your mom takes over and motions for you to sit down. After getting your cup of tea you pull out the chair and sit across from your brother who has let his tea gone cold.

He quickly gets up and pushes his chair in, “I apologize, I’m not hungry tonight. Please excuse me.” He grabs his bag that was on the ground and hurries upstairs. Your mom turns around as the meat is sizzling, “Wait! Akutarou! That’s not healthy- I” she sighs and turns her attention back to the meal. “I’m sorry you had to see all this sweety. Are you sure you haven’t noticed anything with your brother lately? He just came home and said he was going to Ichizu. We know he isn’t built for a place like that.” You take another sip of your tea. “Mom I swear this morning he was normal, with his head in a text book and everything. Maybe it happened after school? Did he say what happened.”

She flips the steaks on the other side, “He only said he saw someone with true strength.” Shaking her head, she added more seasonings to the dinner. “Don’t quit school (y/n), I don’t want you to end up in a worse situation.”

#bucchigiri x reader #shindo akutarou #arajin tomoshibi

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crystalrose36 · 2 months

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(I don’t own Bucchigiri or any of the characters. This is a work of fanficiton, all the original characters belong to their rightful owners. The fanficiton new characters belong to me)

Blue Diamond Ch 1

You leave your brother once you get to the schools entrance as you both go talk to your friends. Taking a deep breath, you shakily open your shoe locker. Praying that no one put tacks in your shoes this time. The small door creaks open and you carefully pull out your shoes and try to clean them out. Thankfully, your shoes are clean. Maybe whoever was bullying you got bored and moved on, as sad as it was you weren’t naive enough to think they had a change of heart and stopped bullying all together. This isn’t some teary eyed anime.

“(Y/n)! Good morning! Spacing out again?” You turn around as a girl your age tries to tackle you. Thankfully you caught your footing and didn’t topple over. As you look up to see who it was, it’s Najima Kana, your best friend since the start of your high school life. She is the daughter of family who owned a large shipping company and her grades were a little above average, but her appetite was something to be admired.

“Good morning Kana. And I guess I was a little.” You replied smiling at her. Kana takes her arms off you and inspects your shoes closer. “Did someone bully you again? I wish they would just stop hiding so I can kick their-“

“Okay! Let’s not start this again Kana. I don’t want you to get expelled.” You say as you slip on your school shoes and put your usual ones in the locker. “Come on, let’s head to class. I bet everyone is excited to see the results of our mock midterm exams.” Kana jumped away and looked down, “Oh man! I totally forgot! My Uncle is going to kill me if I get a below average score again!”

As you both enter the classroom you see people huddled together in groups and going over what answers they could have gotten wrong. However, there were a few others who were talking about what kind of vacation they will getting of the results of their mock exams went well. Your desk was in the second row from the back while Kana sat directly behind you……though for her it was more of sleeping.

The bell rings and students slowly return to their seats and the teacher opens the door. “Alright! Seattle down everyone! Let’s begin homeroom and before anyone asks the results for the mock midterm exams will be posted after school today. Now, open your text books to page 94 and Nijima you can start us off.” The class sighs as the results were going to be posted so soon. You turn around and Kana finally found the page and began reading.

Your fourth period ends with the toll of the lunch bell and Kana drags you along to the cafeteria. Since you packed a lunch she makes you in charge of getting a table. You sit down and open your lunch box full of leftovers. Looking around the room you notice your brother is on the opposite end having fun with his friends. They seem to be really interested in the way you’ve chosen to do kitty cats as your food art style today. One of them seems to be……putting him into a chokehold?

Shindo Akutaros P.O.V

“Please! Taro! Let go! I swear I don’t have a girlfriend, the lunch was made by my sister.” I managed to say as my air way began to get tighter and tighter. Thankfully my wild willed friend let go.

“Aw man! I thought you finally got a girl. Speaking of your sister, is she single?” He got a little too close to my face for comfort. I began to eat my lunch as I pushed him away. “First of all! You will never ever date my sister and second no she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Leave her alone Taro, I mean it.”

Taro began to laugh in his chair, “I’m sorry man I just can’t take you seriously when you are like this. I mean what are going to do if I don’t?” He straightened himself out, “Seriously though, don’t worry. I follow the bro code. However, can you hook me up with a cute looking lunch of my own?”

I roll my eyes at him, maybe I should ask (y/n) to not my lunch look so artsy. The guys get the wrong idea despite my many protests. I see Fuji sit down across from us looking nervous, not even touching his curry. “What is wrong Fuji? Afraid of the mock exam results? Don’t tell me your mother is threatening to take away your phone again, we all know she won’t.” He gives the curry to Taro who doesn’t seem to mind having second lunch.

“This is bad you guys and I mean real bad! The gangs from Ichizu High are moving to this part of the city!” He slams his head down on the table, “I really like those walks home too! Having to be picked up in my mom’s stuffy Limo sucks!” I sigh and try to be sympathetic……I wish my family could afford a limo. “Do you know what they want? Money perhaps?”

Fuji looks up, “Probably, but who knows. I guess we all have to keep our guard up.”

Back to (Y/n) and her friend Kana

Kana traded you a few pieces from her Tiger Shrimp pasta for a few slices of the left over chicken. You didn’t think it was a fair trade at first but seeing her beaming smile as she ate it made that thought go away. You really did love that Kana was your friend, but you couldn’t help wonder if she was your friend out of pity. You and your brother weren’t the ‘normal’ type of kids this school usually accepted.

“So (y/n), I was wondering do you have any plans today after school?” You look up from your plate, “No, why?”“Well, there’s this new Dragon Fire dessert at Cafe Deluxe and I wanted to know if you would go with me. Pretty please! I don’t like eating alone!” Kana clasped her hands into yours across the table.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, “Sure, I mean who can say no to a free dessert?” Kana looked so happy, “Yay! And don’t think I didn’t catch what you were saying. Fine, I’ll pay for your dessert too. Food tastes better when you eat it with other people after all.”

After lunch the rest of your classes seem to fly by and the final bell rang. Everyone ran out of the classroom to see the results of the mock exams. Boys from your grade were on one list and girls were on the other list. As you and Kana made your way to the front people began to side eye you and whisper. You gulped and looked up. Your ranking as Shindo (y/n) was first place. And the results from the other schools were second to your academy.

“Congratulations! Didnt doubt you for a second and I got five places ahead of my usual ranking!” Kana said giving you a high five. “Now we can order double the desserts!” Kana really was an enigma to you sometimes, the heiress of the one of the largest shipping companies in Japan and she spends her time eating food and hanging out with you. Your celebration was short lived when students began to part away. The student council president, Omari Kyoko, with the other members arrived. The student council president looked up at her ranking and smiled, turning towards you. “Congratulations Shindo (y/n). You have bested me yet again.” You became nervous and tried to say something. “No, no, no. I just got lucky! I am- um”

She started to chuckle, “Nonsense! And why are you nervous? Having someone like you and your brother is a blessing to our school! For you carry our academic success. Everyone! Let this be an example to all of you! Our academy will be number 1 again this year in all of Japan! The Shindo siblings will the lead charge and we will be victorious!” The eruption of the students cheering made the glass windows of the hallway shake. You wanted nothing more than to leave the suffocating situation.

#bucchigiri x reader #shindo akutarou #arajin tomoshibi

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This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own Bucchigiri or any of the original characters. They belong to their rightful owners. The fanfiction characters belong to me.)

Blue Diamond Prologue

Your alarm clock goes off, the ringing fills your room and makes you jolt up from your slumber. Quickly turning it off, you hope it didn’t wake your older brother. Midterms were coming up and if he wanted to keep his first place ranking for his scholarship he needed to concentrate and get as much sleep as possible. Stretching, you throw off the covers and begrudgingly let your feet touch the cold hardwood floor of your room and got up.

Opening the closet door, you put on your uniform and fasten your tie. The purple skirt is long enough to cover your knees as the rules dictate of you and your brothers school. Gentlemen could not have hair past their shoulders and ladies could not wear skirts on the premises that went above the knee.

Straightening the blue tie, and brushing your hair you take one last look and head down for breakfast. It looked like your brother was still in his room, so you decided to get breakfast prepared. It was a simple meal of toast with jam, two apples and left over chicken from last nights meal. The toast popped open from the toaster and you set the completed plates down on the table. You open the fridge again to take out two lunch boxes that you prepared the night before and set one of them down on the kitchen counter, the other one you put in your school bag. Unfortunately, unlike your brother, you tend to forget things if you didn’t write them down and you didn’t want to be drinking water all through lunch break again. The lunches the school provided looked wonderful, but unfortunately your scholarships didn’t include a free food. Everyone had to pay out of pocket to eat the five star quality meals and they were out of you and your brother’s budget.

“Big Brother!” You called out, loud enough that he could hear you upstairs. “Breakfast is ready and your lunch is on the counter!” A shuffling can be heard coming from upstairs as you sit down. Smiling to yourself, today is going just as planned. No one woke up late and you both have plenty of time to enjoy your breakfast.

“Good morning (y/n), thank you for getting breakfast ready. I take it mother and father left early this morning?” Your brother asks as he makes his way down the stairs, Shindo Akutaro. Wearing the male equivalent to your uniform, and carrying an identical school bag. While he is the oldest of the Shindo family children, you are the youngest sibling and in many ways you are total opposites. He thinks 5 steps ahead, you plan maybe 1 or 2. He got into the school solely based on his academic prowess, you got into school based on his recommendation, including your test scores but that is for another time. Akutarou can keep a secret and lie like it’s breathing air…..you find it hard to tell a lie or keep a secret without your face turning all red.

You take another bite of toast and nod your head. “Ya, mom had to open up the store today and dad is probably on a double shift since he told us someone quit again last week.” You pout a little, “It’s not fair, why do they always have dad pick up the slack? He’s been at the company longer, they should totally give him a break!” He chuckles and pokes your cheeks, “Careful, your face will get stuck that way.” Sitting down he bites into an apple and begins to read one of his text books. You quickly turn away, “That doesn’t work on me anymore ya know?! I’m not a child.” And with that, breakfast resumes. The plates are quickly washed and put back as the clock nears your time to leave for school.

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This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own Bucchigiri or any of the original characters. They belong to their rightful owners. The fanfiction characters belong to me.)

Blue Diamond Ch 1

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This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own Bucchigiri or any of the original characters. They belong to their rightful owners. The fanfiction characters belong to me.)

Blue Diamond Prologue

#bucchigiri x reader #arajin tomoshibi #shindo akutarou

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Could you do a Mataka x reader x slight creepy Shindo. The reader is Arajins sister that just got discharged from the hospital and is cleared to go to school. (They are part of the reason their family moved back) They’ve had a childhood crush on Mataka, but they met Shindo in a book store. He thinks winning Arajin is through his sister, or threaten them.

This got my brain buzzing with ideas! Here's the first part, I'll probably break it down to 3 parts total!

A Chance Meeting and a Declaration of Protection?!

Summary: You've come back to your old hometown for a fresh start and a shot at a normal life; too bad being reunited with your childhood crush and attracting the attention of an unhinged gang leader is proving a detriment to your health in more ways than one! wc: 2.3 A/N: This takes place in an AU without honki people/magic, and tw for future chapters for Shindo being a creep/yandere coded because...I mean come on. Makatara/f!Reader/Shindo (mostly one sided though)

“Come on, just a little more…”

Standing on your tiptoes, you stretch your arm as high as you can, but the novel atop the highest shelf is still out of reach.

“Ugh, I should have asked Macchan to come and help me.”

“My, my, what do we have here?”

You feel a presence behind you before you hear their voice; at first you had assumed Arajin had returned to the bookstore to walk you home. Your mother had made him your personal escort of sorts and your brother had obeyed, walking you to and from the few places you felt well enough to explore.

After spending so much time in a hospital bed, being outside was almost overwhelming, but you also felt restless. When you found out your favorite bookstore was still open after all these years, you could have cried. Now as you stand on somewhat wobbly legs, vision a touch fuzzy, the last thing you need is stress. Where was Arajin? And who was this strange man smirking at you like you were some amusing joke?

“You must realize the owner has a ladder for this exact reason.”

“Huh?”

He taps the spine of the book, easily reaching over your head. “This book, you want it, yes?”

“Oh, yes.” You nod, somewhat hesitantly; your eyes scan the aisle, but it would seem there’s no one else around. Briefly, your eyes linger on his braided hair and light eyes; he wasn’t wearing a school uniform, just a plain, gray sweatshirt and matching pants. You were certain he was around your age though.

“What are you staring at?”

“Oh sorry, I was thinking, um, did you want the book?” You smile apologetically, hoping your embarrassment wasn’t obvious. “I didn’t mean to be in the way.”

“No, no, I was amused by you hopping like a bunny.”

Your smile falls. “Uh, I guess I’ll just go on and ask for assistance then-”

But the stranger takes the book, holds it up over your head with a sickly sweet smile.

“I wouldn’t leave a lady struggling. Here, take it.”

“Oh, thank you.”

But before you can take the book, he holds it up even higher. You frown, confused; is he just messing with you?

“I thought you were giving me the book?”

“Isn’t it a bit rude to ask for favors from a stranger?” He asks innocently. “My name is Shindo Akutaro; might I ask for your name?”

“Tomoshibi.” You say curtly. “May I please have that book, Shindo-san?”

“I suppose.”

The book is unceremoniously dropped and you fail to catch it; the novel lands on the hard tiled floor and you slowly kneel to pick it up. Bending and stooping too quickly makes you light headed and your limbs feel like noodles at the least bit of sudden motion.

“You don’t need to kneel before me for such a small favor.”

Shindo’s smile widens until you see his canines; he looks down at you over the rim of his glasses, eyes shining with an odd sort of glee, as though you’re doing something very silly and he has to hold back laughter. You straighten up, standing up too quickly; for a second, you teeter on unsteady feet and your hand grabs the shelf for support.

“You look very pale; are you sick? In that case, maybe you ought to be home, not hopping around.”

“I spent enough time cooped up.” You rub your forehead gently with your fingers, holding the book to your chest. “I should be able to manage shopping for a book.”

It’s more than your desire to purchase a new novel though; this book store is a place of comfort. You used to spend hours either browsing the selection or sitting in the cafe area to read the newest addition to your collection. It wasn’t like you could run around with Arajin and Matakara, as badly as you wanted to. Even now, you’ve only just begun to feel what you assume for others is something like “normal”.

“It’s not funny.”

Shindo blinks, looking vaguely perturbed as you stare up at him defiantly; suddenly, you feel very irritated. Whether it’s due to his prior teasing or your own frustration, you’re not sure.

“Thanks, I suppose, for getting the book.” You say quietly. “But I don’t appreciate a perfect stranger laughing at me. I never asked to be sick and I didn’t ask for your help. Excuse me, but my brother will be here soon to take me home and I need to go buy this.”

With a slight nod, you scurry away to the register on the other side of the store; as he hands you the receipt and your new book, a soft chime signals someone has entered the store. You turn around, met with the sight of a disgruntled Arajin and-

“Macchan?” You almost drop your bag and wallet. “What are you doing here?”

“I bumped into Ara-chan, so I thought I’d tag along.” Matakara waves with a sunny smile. “You’re doing okay? You haven’t had to go back to the hospital or anything?”

“I told you she was fine.” Arajin walks over to you and takes your hand. “Come on, let’s get going,”

“You’re in a hurry for someone who was late to get me.”

“Mom asked me to pick up a few things for dinner.” Arajin explains with a sigh, leading you to the sliding doors, Matakara following behind dutifully. “I figured you’d want more time anyway; you could have called.”

“You could have called if you were going to be gone later.” You grumble, slipping your hand from his grasp. “Arajin, slow down, I can’t walk that fast.”

“Do you want me to take that?” Matakara comes to your side. “Here, let me carry your bag. You look kinda pale.”

“So I’ve heard.” You sigh; of course he had to come and see you winded from the most menial task. “Thanks Macchan, but I got it.”

“Come on, we need to get home.” Arajin gives Matakara a look. “Don’t you have to get going too?”

“I can stay.” Matakara turns to you. “You don’t mind, do you? I feel like we haven’t had a chance to catch up since you moved back. It’s been too long.”

“No kidding; honestly I almost didn’t recognize you when you came to visit.” You chuckle and pat the top of Matakara’s head. “I used to be taller than you.”

“Um, yeah.”

Matakara’s face flushes a bit; it’s nice to see he hasn’t changed too much from the bashful sweetheart you remember. Now, if only you had changed as much; you both envy and admire your old friend’s strong build.

“Don’t strain yourself too much tomorrow.” Arajin looks over his shoulder at you; he’s still looking a bit grumpy, but his eyes soften as they meet yours. “My class is basically across the hall from you and the teacher’s already know what to expect.”

“I know, I’ll be okay!”

You sound more confident than you feel; from what Arajin has said about his time attending the academy, the place sounds less like an institution of education and more a playground for delinquents. Still, you have limited options and if you have to attend a school in the area, you feel better knowing at least two people already.

“I’m in the same class as Ara-chan; you can come to me if there’s a problem. If you want to.” Matakara says with an oddly serious expression. “I’ll be there, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“I’m not worried.” You lie, your smile feeling like a mask stretched over your face. “Thank you, Macchan. I don’t want to bother you though, you and Arajin have your own lives. I’m sure I’ll be totally fine. I’m so pitiful, even bullies don’t want to bug me.”

“No you’re not.” Matakara frowns. “You’re not pitiful, you're strong. I always thought so. You should too.”

You’re not sure how to respond; Arajin makes a choking sound deep from his throat and puts his hands over his ears.

“Ugh, I can not listen to this! You two walk back together, I’m going on ahead.”

“Huh?!”

“Arajin!” You gap as your brother stalks off down the sidewalk without a glance back at you. “That little shit! He’s lucky I can’t chase him down. Ugh, sorry Macchan, he’s being such a brat.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“It is not.” You huff, crossing your arms, glaring at the dot that’s now Arajin’s head. “He’s been on edge ever since we came back. I get him being angry with me, but you haven’t done anything.”

“Why would Ara-chan be angry with you?”

“Not me exactly, just,” You unfold your arms and they hang at your sides. “A big reason we came back was for my treatment. Mom’s settled in fine but Arajin…it’s not my place to speak for him, but I know being here is frustrating.”

“But it’s not your fault you’re sick.”

“Still, I think…he’d never say so, but I think he resents me. Arajin always has to deal with mom putting me first because of my poor health.”

Arajin never says it, but you can tell he gets frustrated; he never asked for a sister who constantly needed to be minded and tended to. Even now as you’ve gotten older, he’s still being pushed into the role of caretaker. You don’t want him to feel like he’s responsible for how you do when you go back to attending in person classes.

“He brings a lot of it on himself, but I know he worries about me. Anyway, I don’t want to burden him or you.” You muster up a genuine smile. “I’m going to take it one day at a time, but I can do this. I have to at least try; I can’t let it all be for nothing.”

“You,” Matakara pauses, gazing at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “You haven’t changed at all.”

You can’t help snort. “Seriously? I know I said I wanted to toughen up and all, but-”

“You’ve gotten even cooler.”

Maybe it’s a good thing Arajin decided to leave the two of you in the dust; if he saw the way Matakara was staring at you, you might have had Arajin ready to drag you away. Before you can say anything, Matakara gently takes the bag from your loosened grip.

“For the record, I never thought looking after you was a burden. I want you to ask me for help. Matakara confesses shyly. “I’m stronger now.”

“I noticed.” Your eyes flicker to his arms; his muscles are basically straining against the thin cotton of his worn t-shirt. “Are you sure? I really don’t have trouble carrying something that small.”

“I want to!” Matakara insists; he almost whines and your heart skips a beat as he pouts down at you. “I could even carry you if you needed me to.”

“Okay, okay, I got it.” At this point the thought of your crush carrying you around in his absurdly strong arms is making you so lightheaded, you might end up needing to be hauled home anyway. On the bright side, you doubt you’re looking pallid; heat radiates from your face as Matakara walks with you. He walks in time with your steps; if you asked, he would probably take your hand to lead you home.

“I bet you’re really popular.” You nudge his shoulder. “Arajin told me you’re like, a class leader or something?”

“He did?”

“Uh huh. But don’t tell him I told you.” You put a finger to your lips. “If you do, I’ll tell him about how you cried after stealing one of my horror novels.”

“I didn’t know it was a scary book! I thought it was about a magic doll.”

“To be fair, it was brought to life with occult magic. I still can’t believe you threw out my baby doll.”

“...I thought it would come to life and haunt you.”

“That’s right, I was so mad!” You recall with a giggle. “Do dolls still freak you out?”

“No...”

“Aw,” You feel a bit guilty at the kicked puppy dog look on Matakara’s face. “I’m sorry for teasing you.”

Matakara remains silent for a few seconds and you feel anxious: was that too far? It had been a long time since the two of you were able to talk like this. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself, acting so familiar with him.

“Matakara? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hassle you. I won’t actually tell Arajin about the doll thing.”

“It’s not that.”

Matakara fidgets with the handle of the shopping bag; the sun is setting now. The soft golden light makes his eyes almost sparkle; as if getting enough oxygen wasn’t already a concern. Now you had to have your breath stolen by the warm gaze holding your attention captive.

“It’s just…I don’t want you to think of me that way. I’m not that weak cry baby anymore.”

“I never thought you were.” You tell him earnestly. “I shouldn’t have teased you.”

“You really don’t get it.” Matakara’s voice lowers. “Even though you were so sick, you looked out for me. Now I want to do that for you. I want you to see me as someone strong you can depend on.”

“Macchan, you don’t have to look out for me: that’s not your responsibility.”

“Do I…look different to you?”

“What?”

Matakara inches a bit closer, as if he's afraid to startle you, before taking yours hands in his own. You can feel callouses on his warm palms are warm; his cheeks are pink and his stare is hard with determination. Abruptly, you're reminded of that tenderhearted boy who would rush to your side every time you so much as hinted at being fatigued.

"Do you trust me?"

"O-of course." You study his urgent gaze warily. "I always have."

“I could-no. I will protect you. If anyone tries to bother you tomorrow, you come straight to me. I’ll deal with them. I'll be there; as long as you can trust in that, I can only get stronger." Matakara squeezes your hands gently. "Believe in me and I'll protect you with that strength."

You’re taken aback; you’ve never heard Matakara speak this way to you or at all. Not that you don’t appreciate it; on the contrary, your tummy is doing somersaults. With that said, you can’t help wondering: just how much did your friend change these past few years? And what exactly is he expecting he’ll need to protect you from?

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crystalrose36 · 2 months

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Thank you thank you so much for taking my request! I wish there were more Bucchigiri fics out there. I love it so far! Matakara needs more love! And Shindo being a rival is perfect!

I'm glad you're enjoying it! Here's part 2! (ngl this might end up being a 4 or even 5 part story. I'm getting invested)

A Whole New World! An Unknown Admirer and an Unknown Enemy!

Matakara/f!Reader/Shindo, Pt.2

Summary: Your first day at Ichizu high has finally arrived! As you take the next step towards your long awaited fresh start, Matakara reflects on the past and looks forward toward a future with you and him, finally no longer separated. Meanwhile, Shindo is making plans of his own... wc: 2.6 a/n: There's a lot of references from Disney's version of Aladdin because of course there is. Enjoy!

“Arajin, you couldn’t have done worse if you had thrown the rock at her head.”

“It was supposed to be romantic! What do you know?” Arajin has half a mind to drop the book bag he had offered to carry for you. “It’s not like you have any experience.”

“I have common sense.” You retort lightly. “If you want to get anywhere with this Mahoro, you can’t ignore her feelings. Reign it in and don’t be so pushy.”

“Yeah, I know.” Arajin hangs his head, trudging alongside you; his frown only grows deeper as the school gates come into view. “Are you sure you don’t want to meet up for lunch?”

“What, you’re not eating with your girlfriend?”

“Ha ha.” Arajin hands over your bag, shouldering his own with a yawn. “Listen, keep a low profile, okay?” He scans the entrance gates with narrowed eyes. “It’s a mad house but you should be fine if you keep your head down and…keep close to Matakara.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Is that your way of giving us your blessing?”

“Ugh, stop! Look, if people know you’re cool with him, they’re not going to bother you.”

“Maybe you ought to take your own advice; stop being such a big baby and start talking to him again.”

“Dammit, will you butt out?”

“I’m only saying, it’s obvious Macchan cares a lot about you. Can’t you just-?”

“Isn’t it bad enough we had to come back here?” Arajin cuts you off tersely. “The past is the past. Drop it.”

“Fine.” Your hand tightens around the strap of your book bag and you pointedly turn away to the Ichizu high’s doors. “I’m sorry I messed everything up for you. I didn’t ask to be here either, but I am and I’m going to make the best of it. If you ask me, the only one hung up on the past here is you.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like-”

“I’ll see you at home.”

You don’t give Arajin a chance to say anything else, opting to hurry off to your homeroom, wherever it was; the map Arajin had sketched out for you was still in your bag’s front pocket, but you didn’t want to do anything to slow down. You had to get away from him and the regretful look on your brother’s face. Even if he’s sorry, you can’t stand Arajin’s stubbornness; your nerves are rubbed raw and all you want to do is get through this day quickly. After the first day, surely you’ll feel more at ease being back in a classroom with other people. You don’t need your brother lecturing you to add to your anxieties.

“Good morning!”

You flinch; you were hoping you wouldn’t run into Matakara before getting settled. As soon as you see him speed walking down the hall towards you, two unfamiliar boys trailing after him, all you can think about is how nice it would be to latch onto him and stick by his side for the remainder of the day.

“Good morning.” You wave and attempt a smile. “Hey, am I anywhere close to 2-C?”

“Sure, I’ll walk you.” Matakara skids to a halt in front of you, bright eyed and breathing a touch labored. “I can give you a tour later. These are my friends, Zabu Kakeru and Sakigake Komao, we’re all in the same class as Ara-chan.”

“I apologize in advance for any trouble my brother might cause.” You tell them with a sheepish smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yo.” Zabu regards you curiously. “You’re that shrimp’s sister?”

“Huh, I was expecting you to look prettier.” Sakigake looks you up and down. “Matakara wouldn’t shut up about you all week, so I kinda assumed you’d be a supermodel or something.”

“Hey, knock it off!” Matakara looks at you with a shaky smile. “He’s kidding, really, I was just telling them how we went way back and, er, you know, I was excited we’d finally be going to the same school.”

“You already seem less annoying than Shorty.” Zabu smirks at you from over Matakara’s shoulder. “Where is the brat anyway?”

“I told my brother dearest I could find my own way to my homeroom. He’s probably already in his class now.” You unzip your bag’s front pocket and take out a folded up piece of notebook paper. “I’m guessing he didn’t make the best impression.”

“Aw, don’t listen to Zabu, he skipped breakfast.” Matakara sidles up to you, looking over your arm to scan the crudely drawn map. “Did Ara-chan make this?”

“You can tell?” You’re a bit impressed. “I guess it looks pretty similar to those old treasure maps he’d make up. See?” You move in closer to show Matakara the place Arajin had marked your classroom with a big, bold ‘x’. “X marks the spot.”

“Thi-this looks about right, but it only shows you how to get to your homeroom.” Matakara moves back a few steps. “Why don’t you let us show you around?”

“Us?” Sakigake grins, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Sweet, now we have a reason to cut class!”

“Since when do we need a reason?” Zabu snorts. “I wouldn’t mind ditching the first period.”

“Um, I really shouldn’t.” You speak up carefully. “I don’t know if Macchan told you, but I’m a bit easily winded. I wouldn’t want to slow you guys down and I really should stick to my schedule.”

“Lame.” Sakigake pouts. “Matakara said you were cool.”

“He did?” You eye your old friend with a half smile. “Sorry to disappoint you, but believe me, he’s exaggerating.”

“We could give you a tour during lunch.” Matakara offers, face flushing slightly. “I was hoping we could all hang out, maybe do something after school? You said if we ever attended the same school we’d do stuff together, like get lunch or study and all that…”

“I did?”

Matakara nods quickly. “You pinky swore.”

“Well, I can’t break a pinky promise.” You’re beaming; somehow, he always knows just what to say to get you back in good spirits and you feel like you’ve gotten your second wind. “Alright, I’ll drop by your homeroom for lunch period, but if you change your mind and just want to be with your buddies-”

“Not a chance; I want you to get the whole high school experience! We’re all going to grab food at the cafeteria and picnic on the rooftop, you’ll see, it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

You don’t need convincing. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you at lunch then.”

“Awesome.” Matakara grins. “No take backs, okay?”

You make your way to your homeroom, waving over your shoulder at the three boys; when you turn the corner, Zabu and Sakigake glance at one another as Matakara stands there, hand still waving despite you not being in his line of sight any longer. The expression on his face is similar to one might make if they were beat silly over the head a dozen times with a sack of bricks.

“Why do I feel like we’re gonna be third and fourth wheels?” Sakigake leans over to whisper in Zabu’s ear. “Cause I won’t be able to keep my lunch down if those two start going at it at his desk.”

“Ew.”

“Sorry guys; you don’t mind me volunteering you for the tour, do you?” Matakara finally regains some semblance of awareness and smiles at the two boys bashfully. “She’s putting on a brave face, but I know she’s feeling nervous being here.”

“It’s fine.” Zabu shrugs. “Are you sure she’d want to hang around with us though?”

“Huh? Of course.” Matakara says simply. “You guys are awesome”

“Cut the crap.” Zabu crosses his arms, but he can’t contain a small smile.

“Zabu, Sakigake, I really would appreciate you guys helping me make her feel welcome here.” Matakara grins softly. “I guess I’m hoping if anything happens, you two will have her back like how we look out for each other. I’d like that.”

“Alright, alright, we gotcha.” Sakigake thumps Matakara on the back between his shoulder blades. “Let’s see how things go; you know, she might end up making friends in her class though?”

“Oh, right.” Matakara hadn’t really thought of that. “I guess. But until then, I want to do as much as I can to help her until she’s settled. She’s a really good person, you’ll see when you get to know her a bit.”

Matakara remembers you were all but bedridden and barely able to walk past your own front yard for most of the time he knew you; if he wanted to see you, he would have to go to your bedside or sit with you in the backyard where Yayako had planted you a small plot of veggies to help keep you occupied. You spent a good amount of time there, trying to soak in the sun and the fresh air, a book in your lap and Matakara glued to your side, following along or listening to you read aloud. You never failed to ask him how he was doing, how his brother was, ushering him to take home any of the vegetables you spent so much time tending to with the little strength you could muster to do so. You, who seemed so small and frail in spite of being a head taller than Matakara and with a much thicker skin, had no shortage of time or energy for him to come to you for advice or to wipe away his tears. Back in those days, he admired Arajin, borderline idolized him, but you were something else entirely in Matakara’s eyes.

When you moved away, Matakara cried until his eyes were raw and his stomach ached and then he cried some more. Now you’re here, finally able to be out and about like you always wished you could do and attending Ichizu with him. It’s like a dream come true; Matakara could hardly contain his own joy when your somber expression brightened at his offer to meet up. He’s essentially bound now to make sure you enjoy yourself at Ichizu high. Even at this moment as he listens to Zabu and Sakigake go over what they should do after school ends, Matakara wants to rush out to your classroom and take a seat at your side and stay there for the rest of the day. Really, how can he do anything else when you give him such a blindingly gorgeous smile? A smile like that should be protected at any cost; Matakara is almost ashamed at how eager he is for you to turn to him for support the moment you feel any discomfort or unease with your new surroundings.

“I should be wishing her good luck and for her to make a lot of new friends.” Matakara slumps at his desk, hardly conscious of the rest of the world around him. Not even Arajin’s cold shoulder in response to his morning greeting phased him, at least not as much as it would have before your arrival. “I thought I was over being so childish. I’ll have to be careful not to get too clingy; we’re not little kids anymore and it’s not as if I can keep her all to myself.”

Matakara buries his face into his arms; he can feel his cheeks burning. In spite of admonshing himself for getting carried away, he simply can't force you out of his head. It doesn’t help that you somehow managed to become even cuter over the span of five years. No, scratch that: cute doesn’t cut it. The sensation of you leaning in slightly to show him the hand drawn map had nearly caused Matakara to freeze up just from the feeling of your shoulder pressing against his.

“So pretty. I remember her being cute but now? I mean, seriously…she has those eyes and that hair and…that smile...”

Matakara exhales; imagining your warm, gentle smile alone is making him lightheaded. All those times Matakara spent leaning on you, head on your shoulder, so brazenly nuzzled against your side and he had nearly done so again out of habit or perhaps instinct only minutes before.

“She smells nice too. I still wish we had the same homeroom. If I asked, maybe she would read to me again and let me hold her.” Matakara presses his face harder into his arms, pretending he has you in them, your own arms wrapped around his neck, his mind somehow hearing your voice low and soft in his ear. “Wanted to hold her so bad…she’s so pretty and smells so good."

“Matakara Asamine?”

“Asamine-san, wake up, roll call.”

There’s a tap on Matakara’s shoulder from the student seated behind him and he raises his head; everyone is staring at him. Had he been asleep? How many times had the teacher said his name? Even Arajin is turned in his seat, looking his way but turns his head immediately when they make eye contact. After a moment, Matakara finds his voice to call out a hasty response.

“Here!”

The teacher goes ahead with the next name and even though no one dares laugh at him, Matakara is self conscious anyway. He knew it would be hard to keep himself in check around you, especially considering how long he had spent hoping to see you again one day, but Matakara had no idea exactly how hard it would hit him. If anything, his feelings for you have only gotten more intense.

“I’ve decided…I’ll do everything I can to make her wish come true. We’ll make a whole new world, one where she can do anything she wants with nothing holding her back. I can’t believe this is actually happening; she’s here and we can be together again.”

Matakara smiles to himself as he idly flips through his workbook, not really seeing the words and having absolutely no idea what page he’s meant to be reading; he’s already counting down to when the clock strikes half past noon, despite the morning having barely started.

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“Arajin Tomoshibi’s sister? I see.”

Shindo leans back against the couch; the information he had a few of his underlings gather on you isn’t much, but it’s enough to satisfy his curiosity. The file, if it can be called that, is one sheet of basic information with a couple of photographs attached. One is of you from that morning, walking with Arajin on your way to Ishizu. The second photo is one of you taken of you watering some potted plants and a planter of herbs outside your family’s restaurant; you look a bit tired, frowning slightly as though disappointed with the progress of the herbs growing on the windowsill. You hold the small watering can, tipped downward, hand on one hip and lips pursed in a way that makes Shindo recall the face you had made when you left him standing in the aisle of the bookstore. A scarf is tied around your head and the apron draped over your body is stained. Not the most flattering angle or ensemble for a surprise photograph.

And yet, Shindo continues to stare down at the picture, held between his slender fingers; he turns it over and around, eyes scanning every detail. It’s as if he’s searching for something, but it’s not like there’s anything to gain from gazing upon your discontented pout.

“How dull a life she must lead: in and out of doctor’s offices and hospital rooms and when she’s well enough to be released, all she can do is pitter patter the hours away with books and plants. It explains her misconduct; names or not, she wouldn’t have the first clue of who I was, too ignorant to realize how easy it would have been to discipline her for being so mouthy.”

Shindo considers the photograph with a chuckle; his pinky traces your lips with a feather light touch. Such an unattractive expression; he’ll make sure to obtain a photograph with you looking more presentable.

“Poor little bunny, trapped in a burrow for so long. I know how to bring a little excitement into your life.”

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crystalrose36 · 3 months