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Rockstar bf!Shuji who sits you down on his lap to teach you a few chords.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who sings you stupid and cheesy lyrics that he made up on the spot.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who blows you a kiss after every song he performs, whether you're backstage or in the crowd.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who finds a way to talk about you to his audience every chance he gets because you're literally his muse and the reason he writes songs to begin with.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who lets you color in his tattoos when you're bored, always carrying a few markers in his guitar case when he's on the road so you can be entertained.
Rockstar bf!Shuji that loves when you post him on social media and show him off.
Rockstar bf!Shuji that has so many playlists for you with so many songs including his own (obv).
Rockstar bf!Shuji that sleeps on you whenever he's gonna perform. So an hour before he'd be sleeping on you, claiming it's his pre-show zen time.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who has your name engraved on his guitar case and a custom sticker of your name and your lipstick stain stuck on his guitar.
Rockstar bf!Shuji who absolutely loves you and will forever write and sing songs about you because he's so obsessed with you.
@white-poppie
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i want a man (read: HANMA SHUJI) coming home to me with bloody knuckles and bruises all over his face & body so i can sit in his lap while i patch him up and scold him for getting into fights, have him squeeze my hips lovingly while he chuckles and leans forward to give me a kiss and i take his face in my hands and kiss the bruise at the corner of his mouth and when i'm done cleaning and dressing his wounds i let him stay at my place for the night and we're so sweet to eachother— and the next day he's out looking for people to pick a fight with again so he can come home with another victory buzzing in his veins and a fresh set of bruises and scrapes for me to take care of, because he loves it when i treat him like he's fragile and soft and like he's something that should be protected<3
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𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.
〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)
〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie
Hanma can’t say no to that pout. The way you jut your bottom lip out, how your eyes magically shine beneath the light of your room, and how your brows furrow. It’s his biggest weakness. With a loud groan and a punch to the face of your plushie, to which you gasp at, he looks at you for three long seconds.
“You’re not gonna give up are you?”
“Nope.”
Another sigh and a glance up at you and your cute little face, “Fuck you.” He grumbles as he sticks his arm out and lifts his sleeve to expose his bicep.
“You love me so much,” You hum in response, sitting down next to him and adjusting the position of his arm, “flex it a little please?”
Shuji obeys and you start tying the pretty pink ribbon around his tightened muscle. When you’re done, you smile happily and clap your hands, feeling content.
“So pretty Shu!”
“I guess..”
With a small hug from you, his exterior softens and he only holds you closer. Only to slam you down on the bed and hover over you to capture your lips in a greedy kiss.
When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses your cheeks, “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“Sugar rush,” He states simply, “you’re so sweet baby.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Doesn’t matter, you’re cute.”
Heat caresses your cheeks and a small proud smile paints your face as he pulls away to look at the bow tied around his bicep, “Is this like your way of claiming me or something?”
“Just thought it was cute.”
“Right.”
“I swear!”
“Shh, don’t swear.”
More kisses were gifted to you that night, and a well deserved sleep for the both of you.
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 彡 In which . . . Hanma Shuji falls in love.
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〔CW〕 — Usage of pet names, mentions of smoking, cursing, first kisses, suggestive themes. long fic (4k words), reader gets called 'Paradise'
〔AN〕 — This is basically me projecting, except I'm not academically smart :D
Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s fine with that.
Hanma Shuji went in the wrong at a young age. Falling under the influence of manipulative bliss. Tip of cigarette between sharp teeth, flicker of lighter, and inhaling smoke through mouth, exhaling through nose. Living on the life line of the strong taste of tobacco, the smell of blood, and the sweet intoxication of walking through the streets of Tokyo.
Hanma Shuji walked nights till the crack of dawn. Causing trouble here and there, minding his own business there and here.
Hanma Shuji being a usual delinquent in the lit up streets of Tokyo.
Typical Monday, Shuji sat at the back of the empty classroom. School shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top. Unlit cigarette hanging through his teeth as the early sun caressed his face.
Sighing, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He doesn't usually go to school. Thinks it's too wasteful, he'd much rather pick on younger students in the streets, but no one's available at 6 in the morning.
Shuji didn't sleep last night. Or any night.
"Bored.." He murmured to himself. And just as he was about to leave the class and head back home, a pretty little thing caught his attention.
Bag in your hand and a sweater draped over your other arm.
Your eyes land on him and his cigarette.
"Oh..sorry, didn't think anyone would be here." Shy giggles and hesitant steps take you to your seat that's two rows ahead of his.
You waste no time in placing your bag on your chair and you walk out with your sweater.
The boy's gaze never left your figure. Cat-like eyes stuck on you the whole time. Observing, studying, memorizing. And he's glad you don't notice.
He knows who you are. Everyone knows who you are.
And everyone loved you...Shuji hated that.
How can anyone say they love a girl who was known for her intelligence and her charisma when most of the time nobody knows you as a person?
And that was your thought as you walked around the school. Your beige sweater now on, earphones in ears, and you allow the music to take over you...
Ecstasy carrying layers of notes of different pitches, blissfully pleasing your hearing as the sun rose and started its day.
An hour later and you're back in class, writing down the notes you need to write. This endless cycle continues for the rest of the day, even through lunch you spend your time tutoring other students because you're asked to do so by the teachers.
You're the star student and every teacher's helpful tutor. You can't say you didn't like it because you find enjoyment while helping others.
But it was a bore sometimes...
And so, the day goes by…
Write notes, read, highlight, repeat.
The final period of the day arrives and it somehow goes faster than usual. Just as the bell finally rings…
“Hanma, y/n, could you two come here for a moment?” Your teacher asks as her fingers skim through papers.
Walking towards the desk, you feel a looming presence stand next to you. Your eyes dare dart upwards to see who this Hanma is.
You hear the name everyday when the teacher checks the attendance. Usually there’s no response, and you never paid any mind to his presence.
Your eyes scan over his features quickly. Hair styled up, dangling earring, pointy nose, and hypnotizing golden eyes.
“Y/n I’d like for you to sit with Hanma for the upcoming lesson, and I’d appreciate it if you went over the previous lessons with him as well.”
Groaning internally, you nod politely.
While awkwardly exchanging numbers with Hanma, you couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that decorated his hands. Sin and Punishment. His veins bulge as he typed his digits into your phone. Heat pools at your stomach and you’re forced to look away.
“So, tomorrow at the library after school, sound good?”
“Yeah whatever..” His voice exhales smoky rings of husks. Rumbling down to your heart, making it sprint in place.
Gulping down the sudden lump, grabbing your phone from his hand.
“I-I’ll text you the schedule.”
“Sure.”
“See you.” Waving back at him, you look to see if he’d do the same.
He flicks two fingers at you as a wave and gives you a tired excuse of a smile.
The next day comes faster than expected. Your loafers clap against the tiled floor of the halls. Making your way to the library, you’re surprised to find Hanma already there sitting on one of the many tables.
But…
He’s asleep.
The worst possible scenario.
Is having to wake him up when he looks so peaceful.
What to do? What to do?
Okay.
The options that you have include the following:
A. Wake him up.
B. Leave without an explanation.
C. Leave and text him an apology saying that something came up.
D. None of the above.
You choose D. I can’t just leave him…
But this isn’t like you. The boy barely has any interest in you and you’re aware of that. So why?
Why do you want to wait for him to wake up?
Is it because…
You want to listen to his steady breaths?
Or watch the rise and fall of his chest…
Maybe it’s to stare at him as his eyes flutter.
No, that’s just creepy.
You know what…
Your steps walk towards the table and you start working. Trying so hard to carefully flip the pages of your notebook. Taking your time writing down notes. Stealing glances at him every now and then.
Just enjoying his sleeping presence.
An hour passes, you don’t realize it.
But when you’re about to steal another glance at him, he’s already staring at you.
And oh…
How pretty he looks.
Hair disheveled, eyes hooded, and an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. Heat pools in your stomach at the sight of him. A good moment passes until he decides to speak…
“Staring is rude y’know.”
“Well you’re staring too.”
“You’re staring as if I look like some monster or somethin’.”
“I’m not!”
“You’re being loud.”
“Because you’re making me irritated.” Huffing, you cross your arms.
“Cute…” He hums as he nuzzles into the crook of his elbow, his eyes close momentarily before opening again.
Cute.
Such a complicated word. Hard to know what he’s referring to at this moment.
“Can we start?” You ask, lifting a page in your notebook, indicating you’re fed up and he just gives you a nod.
An hour passes. Shuji hasn’t taken out any notebook or book or pen. But you didn’t question it, at least he’s listening.
“Do you get it?”
“Mhm..”
. . .
“Do you?”
“No.”
A sigh and a pinch to the bridge of your nose.
“Like okay, I get everything yeah? But this part is kinda confusing.” He points to a graph in your book and starts listing what he finds hard.
But you’re barely paying attention.
Well, you are. But on him.
The way he’s leaning over the table, one of his elbows propping his head, as his fist sinks into his cheek. The way his finger taps against your book, your wandering eyes trailing over to his hand. Punishment. Your mind thinks of what his tattoo could possibly mean.
“So for example if this question comes in an exam, how do i answer it?” He asks peering up at you now.
You stare at each other for a few seconds.
“Pretty..” He whispers, he lifts his hand to brush it over the plush of your cheek. But pulling away a moment later, as though you’re too delicate to be touched by his sinful hands.
You didn’t sleep early that night. The phantom of his touch still lingers on you. He left right after you gave him the answer to his question. And you received a text from him once you got home.
“I think I know why everyone calls you Paradise.”
It’s an alias used by students when addressing you.
“Hey Paradise! Can you explain this to us?”
“Paradise, why don’t you come sing karaoke with us tonight?”
Paradise this, paradise that.
You don’t even know why they call you that.
Paradise is…it’s the sprinkle of golden specks across the night sky, it’s the warmth of fire, the coolness of snowflakes. Paradise is long strokes of a paintbrush going down a canvas, the soft washes of waves over the sand, the peaceful layer between the wake and the sleep. Paradise is the intoxicating scent of mysterious glances and peach flavored kisses.
Paradise is anything but you. You have the looks, the brains, everything. But you aren’t the person that you want to be. Being the perfect image for people that don’t bother enough to get to know you is draining. You don’t have friends that last long, you can’t talk to anyone about your day because no one asks, sure you have your parents, but you thrive to hold onto something that would belong to you and you only.
“Why?” You texted him that an hour ago. And as the night continued, sleep taking over, and the rings of the alarm blaring your ears off, you woke up to nothing. Not a text back, not even seen.
“How’s the progress with Shuji going?”
“Good, he’s good at memorizing and catches on quickly.”
“That’s good. You may leave now.”
A long sigh escapes you the moment you close the door of the classroom. Today is colder than usual, and today is worse than usual.
“Someone seems pissed.” The familiar smoky rings of husks. The same playful lilt. And the intimidating sight of Hanma Shuji fills your stomach with butterflies.
It’s been a month since you met him and he texted you every day. Asking if you’re gonna continue studying after school in the library. But he never once answered your question. However, he started sitting with you daily. He changed his seat to sit right next to you, he would sit with you during lunch time and he’d even go as far to buy you a drink from the vending machines.
You don’t know what it is that lures you to his presence. Overall, in your eyes, he’s calm and collected. But it’s only been a month since you’ve met him. There’s still a lot you need and want to learn.
“‘M not pissed.” You grumble clearly pissed as you start walking towards the library.
“Poor little girl’s all mad.”
“I said I’m not mad.”
“Ehe ♡”
“What?”
“We had the same conversation a month ago.”
“Why am I surprised you remember?”
“Why are you surprised that I remember?”
At that, heat tickles your stomach and you just continue walking.
“You’re interesting.” Is what he started with as you took a seat at the table.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
A small tilt of his head and a ghost of a smirk hangs on his lips, “What question?”
“Why.”
Silence hangs in the air. He knows what you’re talking about. He stares at you in a strange intensity, not serious, or playful. You can’t tell what it is you’re feeling. A sharp gulp down your throat and he’s talking again, “You ever been on a motorcycle before?”
“No. Why?”
“Do you wanna go?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“You ask why too much.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
Why. Such a stupid word that you tend to repeat. Being sheltered from having friends, you’re not used to discussions outside of the study topic. He makes you feel as if you’re an alien on this planet. He makes you feel curious and…dangerous. You feel dangerous around him.
“Ah fuck it. Lets go.”
“Where?”
“Just come with me will ya?”
Another sharp gulp and your feet are suddenly walking alongside him. You walk outside the school and down the sidewalk, all the way till you reach a small garage. You feel sick. A good sick. The type of sick you feel when you go down a really high rollercoaster.
He walks in and you follow, he grabs your school bag and places it onto a brown leather couch that's tucked into the corner of the place. An old coffee table in front of it and a mini fridge sitting nearby as well. But the main attraction, a motorcycle sits on a platform. A vintage Kawasaki Ninja, styled with a leopard print, and polished so that the finish can twinkle under the light.
You don’t notice yourself when you allow a subconscious ‘woah’ to escape your lips.
“Lovely one, isn’t she?”
You watch as Sin runs along the seat of the vehicle. His eyes stay on you though…
With a nod, he beckons you over. This time your steps are more confident. The minute you stand next to him, his hands move to your hips, lifting you up as if you’re nothing.
“W-what’re you…?”
“Wanna ride with me?”
It’s stupid to ask this question after seating you down. But the way he’s propping himself on the bike, the way his eyes search yours for any hesitation, the way he’s so effortlessly attractive by just tilting his head in amusement.
You tug on the hem of your skirt. Do I want this?
“C’mon pretty you know you want to~”
Your stomach did somersaults, butterflies abused your insides, and the blush on your cheeks was not taken for granted by him. With a soft pinch to your cheeks, “Cute.”
He moves away from the bike and walks towards a locker. He pulls out a leather jacket and hands it to you. It’s heavy, warm, and smells of cigarettes and dark cologne. It smells of him and it intoxicates you so beautifully.
He opens the garage door before finally sitting in front of you. The engine growls to life. A leopard hiding behind a bush, revving itself to pounce at a common prey. His calloused hands find refuge on yours, pulling them to hug his waist. You feel him tense up slightly, he stays there, his hands on top of yours, fingers caressing yours.
You feel a strange warmth, like the sun has nuzzled itself in your throat and it's sliding down to rest in your stomach.
This lasts for a couple of seconds before he revs the bike a couple of times, he goes down the ramp of the platform and the wind is quick to play with your hair. The highway he drove on was surprisingly empty despite it being four in the afternoon.
He drove with surprising ease, you’re scared but you trust him. It’s odd, trusting someone that you don’t know much about. Driving before stopping at a red light. He pats your hand before turning his head to the side slightly.
“You okay?”
“Yeah..”
“You sound hesitant baby, what’s wrong?”
“Kinda scared.”
“Don’t be, just lean with me on the turns alright?”
“Okay.”
“Atta girl ♡”
He drove you to the beach. And as he carried you off the bike, your eyes never left the crashing waves. Wonder filling your eyes as if you’re a little girl again.
“Never been to the beach before?”
“No.”
“Missing out big time.”
He holds your hand before walking towards the wooden dock. You both take a seat on the edge. You peek down at the blue waters, the sun setting creates divine hues of gold to mix with the palette of waves. So beautiful.
“I think I know why they call you Paradise.”
“Why?”
“Because you are paradise.”
“I don’t get it.”
A chuckle from him and he’s laying back on the wood. He sighs dreamily and closes his eyes.
“I don’t get it Hanma.” You repeat and this time he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s so enamored, so amazed by your presence.
“Ah shit.” Punishment clutches his chest. Sin covers his face.
“I don’t get it…” You mumble once again. Shuffling in place to face him now.
“I don’t get it either,” His words are muffled, he slides his hand down his face, “Fuck!” He yells to no one in particular, but you flinch at the volume.
“What did I do?!” You immediately take yourself as the blame but there’s a smile on your face, he smiles at you and he shakes his head ever so slightly.
Sin moves to brush the stray strands of your hair away from your face, it slides down your face to cup your cheek. He props himself up with his other elbow and looks at you appreciatively.
As if admiring a painting, his eyes trace over every feature of your face. Every mole, every freckle, every line and crease. He wants to kiss them. He wants to kiss your cheeks till they’re burning, he wants to kiss your tears away, he wants to kiss you so badly it hurts. You’re right here, in front of him and in his presence…
So why is it so hard to reach out to you and just kiss the life out of you?
Because he’s afraid. Hanma Shuji is fearless, he lives as a careless fugitive that finds pleasure in knocking teeth down people’s throats, he spends his days and nights laughing with the yells of his victims. Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s not fine with that.
It’s been a month for God’s sake and he’s already fallen for you. How?
Is it the way you explain lessons? Is it the way you walk? Is it the way your eyes light up when he gets something right? Is it your face? Your body? Your smile? Your laugh? Maybe it’s the little tilt of your head when you feel confused? Or is it the hesitancy every time you’re with him? Maybe it’s everything and more.
Hanma Shuji fell under the painfully beautiful spell of love in a month. And he doesn’t expect to be loved by you.
You’re too pure, too angelic, too beautiful. Your whole existence doesn’t deserve to be meddled with by a boy that could break your heart.
Everything about him breaks your heart…because you want to have him.
“Hanma-”
“Don’t say my name like that.” Lie. Say my name, say my fucking name like it’s a fucking prayer. He wishes to tell you.
“...Shuji.”
“Fuck.” With a single blink, he’s standing on his knees in front of you. His hands cup your cheeks and he looks down at you.
He’s so lovesick it’s pathetic. How? How can he fall in love this quick? Is this normal? Probably not. Does he care? Yes…and no. His eyes narrow and they trace your lips, so kissable.
His thumb presses on your bottom lip. He’s hesitant now. The way you’re looking up at him so prettily. So innocently. Asking him to do whatever he wants, as if you’re completely clueless on what you want. He knows he shouldn’t give in. He really, really shouldn’t. You’re breaking his heart by trusting him with your purity. He hasn’t even kissed you yet and he already feels like he committed a crime.
A long grumble leaves his lips and his forehead is resting on your shoulder. He’s breathing heavily, as if he ran a whole marathon- well, his heart is.
This hurts hurts hurts. He feels like a child at a museum, wanting to touch an ancient vase but if he does he’d get a good slap on his hand for touching something so valuable.
He’s touching someone so valuable. It feels like a crime. Such a big crime.
Just do it Shuji damn it. It’s just a girl.
But it’s not just a girl, his subconscious speaks.
It is.
Is not.
Sigh, is not.
It’s you.
With another sigh, he lifts his head up again.
“Please let me kiss you.”
He wouldn’t be caught dead saying those words in front of anyone but you. He’s so soft it’s revolting. He sounds so desperate, as if he’s starved and thirsty. Thirsty to feel your lips against his. Hungry to taste you and hold you close and never let you go.
He notices the way your eyes widen, and he admires the way as the sun’s final rays swim in your eyes. So pretty so pretty so pretty.
“You’re a crime Paradise..” He mumbles into your ear. Laying a teasing kiss under your ear lobe, “I’ll be so good to you, I promise.” A kiss to your jaw, “Please…” Lips hover over lips, desperately inhaling and exhaling your essence as if you’re water.
He’s a man in the desert, you’re the refreshing oasis in the distance. He wants to drink you up. Feel you down his throat and in his chest.
With little effort, you manage to push yourself high enough so your lips come crashing against his. Arms wrapping around his neck.
What the hell are you doing? You’ve never kissed anyone, so why are you just as desperate to kiss him? For the hell of it? To experience it? No…
You like Shuji. You like his effortlessness, you enjoy talking with him, even if it’s just a stupid lesson, you enjoy his calmness, you enjoy looking at him, you enjoy standing with him behind the school during lunch breaks to make sure he wouldn’t get caught smoking, you love the small moments when he’d struggle to solve a simple equation, you adore his teasing comments and nicknames, you love every moment with him because you feel relaxed, you feel like yourself around him.
He fills that hole in your chest.
The feeling of having someone that belongs to you is fulfilling and rewarding. You’re overflowing with aching waterfalls of affection and need.
His lips mold against yours, he senses your hesitancy and wastes no time in taking initiative. Slowly moving against your lips to provide you with reality, he genuinely wants this. Hanma Shuji has never taken anything seriously, but the moment he met you, everything changed.
As cheesy as it sounds to him, he’s convinced you’re the only person for him. He hums as he deepens the kiss, detaching slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for any negative emotion.
Discomfort, doubtfulness, hate, anything. And you’re over here, looking at him, wanting more but you’re too shy to ask.
He’s basking at the sight of you, lips puckered and wet, cheeks burning, brows furrowed with frustration at the loss of contact.
“You’re just a little girl aren’t you?” His whisper tickles your lips, “‘m not little…”
“Mmm..that so? You’re pouting as if I took your favorite candy away.”
“I want my candy back.”
“Hehe ♡”
That same night, when Shuji dropped you home, he texted you at midnight.
“Meet me outside.”
“Now?”
“Pls?”
You don’t know why you agreed, there’s no school tomorrow so it’s fine. But sneaking out just to meet him? Your parents would be disappointed.
“Hanma?”
“That’s Shuji for you~ Missed you, pretty.”
You shiver when he wraps his arms around your waist, he lays a quick trail of kisses down your neck.
“You saw me a few hours ago!”
“Still missed you though.” He spins you around to face him. And oh…
Hair down, eyes wider than usual, smile stretched from ear to ear.
He’s like a puppy.
“Why are you he-MPH!”
“Mmm ♡”
He’s so cheesy, but you kiss back none the less. This time, the kiss holds more passionate and lustful intent. He isn’t holding back.
Your back arches as he leans against you, as if trying to get as close to you as possible. Sin cups your neck, punishment holds your waist tightly.
He kisses you deeply, longingly, hungrily. You’re conflicted on what he’s trying to say.
Hanma Shuji doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t enjoy conveying things through words. He believes that actions speak louder.
Can’t get enough of you, he says, making me crazy over you, a pretty angel.
Small whimpers escape your throat and he swallows them gratefully. Relishing in the small vibrations shared between the both of you.
He parts after a good minute.
Inhaling and exhaling as if he took his first breath of pure oxygen.
“You’re so lovely.” His hands brush through your hair and he giggles at the sight of you.
“You’re so lovesick.”
“Only for you pretty ♡”
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 彡 In which . . . you celebrate Shuji's birthday.
〔CW〕 — Usage of pet name (baby), crying (not rly), mentions of smoking.
〔AN〕 — Happy birthday to the absolute love of my life. Srsly wish u were real, love you so much more than you'd ever love me.
Tall, lanky, and edgy appearance to the eyes. Hanma Shuji enjoys the smell of gore, the harsh impact of skin against skin, the melody of moans and groans of tired throats, and the thump of curling bodies on the cold concrete of December streets.
But even after all the breathy laughs, cigarette puffs, and blood pumps, Shuji gets tired.
"Darii..." He'd hum as he walks down the familiar path of one.
Walking past a playground, up a staircase of a building, and knocking on a door. It's late.
"You should be sleeping." He greets with a crooked smile and droopy eyes, hands in pockets as he leans down and presses a kiss to your hair.
"Says you," You argue back as you lean up on your tippie toes and hug him close. Instantly, he melts into your touch. Hugging you back just as tight.
Everyone has their own secret, and you're Shuji's little secret. Not really, but he doesn't want you involved in his actions on the streets. Worrying about you most of the time you're out because he knows what can happen.
You find it cute. And you find it cute how he always comes back to you.
"Missed you," his voice is rusty and broken. Tired and smoky. Noting his drowsy complexion, a soft smile grazes your lips. Pulling him in from the cold of the outside air, and into the intoxicating warmth of your home.
Hanma Shuji is scary to all, haunting victims', making everyone think he's some ghost on Halloween night.
But in your eyes, he's none of that bullshit.
He's just a sixteen year old boy that went in the wrong, but it's okay. Because he just needs to slow down every once in a while.
Always a step ahead, always on edge, always messed up in the head.
But if only people looked closer . . .
Shuji loves reading, borrowing a book from the library almost every week. Reading them to you as you make him a cup of hot chocolate.
Shuji loves getting pampered, pleading for you to cut and file and even paint his nails.
Shuji loves listening to you yap about that one kid in your class, he loves watching you do absolutely anything, and he especially loves how he can be vulnerable with you.
Following you as you dragged him to your kitchen, he leans back against the counter, "Can you close your eyes Shu?"
Without hesitation, he closes those golden orbs of his and a small smile paints his lips. He hears the flick of a lighter and is immediately curios, "Lighting a cig without me?"
"You wish. After that one time, never smoking again."
He laughs dryly, all sound carved out of his throat. His mind takes him back to the first time he let you try a puff of smoke, he laughed as you choked on the filthy air. Laughing even more when you smacked his shoulder, kissing you afterwards as an apology.
"You can open your eyes now..."
"You sound kinda hesitant baby, what's wrong?"
"Just nervous," he knows you're kicking your foot on the tiled floor, it's a habit of yours anytime you feel shy or nervous about saying something, "open your eyes...please."
He flutters them open, his smile falls slightly and his eyes widen. In your hands, a plate with a small cake sits, decorated with silver golden flakes and white frosting. A small purple candle sits atop, the little flame dancing.
"I'm not gonna sing the birthday song just because it's awkward. But happy birthday Shuji." A shy smile paints your features. Bringing the plate up to his eye level. He smiles softly, "I'm glad you're here with me today...and I'm glad to see that those stupid cigarettes didn't kill you yet.." you tell, laughing at the end as if it's a prayer to God, thanking him that Shuji's in good health.
Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you don't even know why. Maybe it's just the thought that he might go out one day and never come back, maybe it's the possibility that he might get bored of you, or maybe something else.
You don't want him to leave. You want him here, by your side. Sin and Punishment cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears you didn't feel fall.
With a forced smile, you manage to croak out, "Make a wish.."
"My wish came true a long time ago, when you came along."
"Then wish something for me."
"Anything."
"I wish that you stop smoking those stupid cigarettes."
"Can't do that baby~"
"Worth a try."
Thinking for a second, Shuji blows out the candle.
"Thank you pretty."
Placing the plate on the counter and grabbing a fork, "For what?" you hand the utensil to him and he pokes it into the soft cake.
"For remembering."
"'ts the least I can do for you."
"You do so much more."
"I'm just loving you."
He laughs and takes a bite out of the cake, "I wish I can love like you."
"You love better than me."
At that he shakes his head, holding out his fork, waiting for you to open your mouth and feed you. Once you do, "I want you to know my wish."
"No."
"Why."
"It won't come true."
"I wished for a whole life with you."
A gasp and a meeting of eye, "Now it won't come true, and you'll leave me."
"Even if it did happen, I'll always come back to you. He places the fork down, moving towards you to kiss your forehead.
"You're a dummy..."
"Your dummy~"
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Slow, sensual make out sessions with him that constantly leave you in a haze. Leaning so close to you, you start leaning with him and you're basically laying down on the seat of his motorcycle. Parting so calmly before lips caress lips once again. The moon shining down on your moment. No one else around. And this song audible from a club that's not too far away, muffled but perfect. These slow moments in the twilight will always be held close to your heart.
-Hanma, Mitsuya, Geto, Choso, Draken
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Psss pss psss the Kiss ship thing 👀
You and Hanma with 30 (for comfort) 😌
𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 彡 In which . . . Shuji doesn't like to see you cry.
〔CW〕 — Usage of pet names (baby, doll, pretty girl), usage of cuss word(s) (fuckin')
〔AN〕 — Nat I love you so much. I love this.
Sniffles. Tears stroking down cheeks. Knees tucked into chest. And glossy eyes staring at that one question that seems to knock the air out of my lungs.
I've been stuck with this single question and it's like the words are floating into my heart and wrapping so tightly around the organ. I'm so tired.
And I don't want to do this anymore. My bottom lip trembles as I finally let sobs escape my throat.
"Baby! I'm home!" Hanma exclaims, walking through the front door of my apartment.
"I bought some sushi, ya want some?" His playful voice plays melodies into my ear and I can feel my shoulders slump slightly.
But once I look up at him with tear stained cheeks and abused pink lips trembling, the plastic bag falls to the ground immediately and he's quick to wrap his arms around me and carry me.
His tattooed hands grab onto my thighs to keep me up. My hands instinctively wrap around his neck to keep balance.
I love it when he carries me like this. But unlike other times, I'm not blushing brightly, I'm not looking into his hypnotic eyes, and I'm not laughing when he starts planting kisses on my neck.
"What's wrong doll?" His voice goes an octave lower. His face tilting in the direction mine is in. I move my head to the other side but he follows suit.
His nose bumps against mine and his lips ghost over mine.
"Mmm..." I whimper like a child. That's what I am, a useless child that's struggling in college.
"Baby look at me~"
I feel love. Soft waves caressing my stomach. Butterflies kissing my aching heart with their colorful wings.
My eyes look into his and his now hooded eyes look into mine.
"I don't know what happened," His lips kiss my shoulder, "but," my neck, "whatever it is," my jaw, "isn't worth those tears of yours." He kisses my cheek before putting me down.
My feet land on the rugged floor, punishment cups my jaw and lifts my face up to his.
"My pretty girl~ So pretty when she cries. So pretty f'me." Heat rises up my neck. Sin draws small hearts on my waist.
"So fuckin' pretty..." He whispers as his head dips down and his lips mold against mine.
Slow, sensual, with a sprinkle of playfulness. Hanma isn't a good guy. I know that more than anyone. But he's good to me. He makes me feel so much better even if I'm already having the best day of my life.
He just makes everything better. I won't forget the day we met, when he took me to a nearby noodle restaurant when he found me crying just like this while I was walking back home through the streets of Tokyo.
He knows my favorite food, favorite song, favorite book, favorite painting, favorite subject, favorite plushie, favorite place in the whole world, favorite sleeping position, favorite everything.
He's the first person I go to when anything happens to me. Whether it be good or bad. He's always next to me even when he's so far away.
No, Hanma isn't a good guy. But he loves me.
And the kiss we share now, it whispers promises. Promises of eternal love, happiness, sadness, and comfort.
So much comfort. Punishment slides down to my nape. Lips separating from mine only to tilt his head again and he connects us once again.
I feel so safe.
"I love you."
"I love you too Shu..." I whisper back tiredly.
#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]#✶≼[TOKYO REVENGERS]#ஜ˳༄꠶ SHUJI#ఌ︎. [SHUJI]#When?#hanma x reader#hanma shuji x reader#hanma shuji fluff#hanma tokyo revengers#tokyo rev fluff
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𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 彡 In which . . . he needs you to take a break.
For my lovely Rozy @shujivenus
〔CW〕 — Usage of pet name (baby), school, school stress.
〔AN〕 — THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HEADCANONS SO IM SO SRY IF ITS BAD
๋࣭ ⭑ School really sucks.
๋࣭ ⭑ You've spent so much time trying to understand a SINGLE equation.
๋࣭ ⭑ All this work and effort placed only to start crying and frantically wiping your eyes to unblur your vision as you continue flipping through pages of notebooks and books.
๋࣭ ⭑ Shuji knows how hard you work.
๋࣭ ⭑ And he loves your dedication.
๋࣭ ⭑ But as we all know, he gets bored of getting deprived of your affection and presence.
๋࣭ ⭑ "BABY!" is the only thing you'd here him calling every now and then after you tell him that you only need five minutes.
๋࣭ ⭑ It's been 2 hours.
๋࣭ ⭑ He slept for a whole hour and you were glad he actually slept because he seriously needs it :D
๋࣭ ⭑ And for the whole other hour consisted of . . .
๋࣭ ⭑ Poking your cheek.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Babyyyyyyyy."
๋࣭ ⭑ Attempting to braid your hair.
๋࣭ ⭑ "I'm bored."
๋࣭ ⭑ "Five more minutes Shu, promise."
๋࣭ ⭑ "You said that five minutes ago."
๋࣭ ⭑ Sighing, you start feeling bad for making your boyfriend wait so long.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Shuji if you wanna go home or something you can, I'm gonna take a while and I don't want to waste your time."
๋࣭ ⭑ His eyes soften at that.
๋࣭ ⭑ He knows how hard you work and how rough it's been for this new school year.
๋࣭ ⭑ "You know what..."
๋࣭ ⭑ Shuji takes the upper hand and shuts your laptop, takes the pen out of your hand, and turn your chair so you can face him.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Dance with me."
๋࣭ ⭑ You pause for a few seconds, trying to process what you just heard, biting back your tongue.
๋࣭ ⭑ Trying so hard not to laugh.
๋࣭ ⭑ "You dance?"
๋࣭ ⭑ Now he's the one to pause.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Wait-"
๋࣭ ⭑ "AWWWW SHUJIIIIII!"
๋࣭ ⭑ "NO LISTEN IT WAS THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF AND I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU LOOSEN UP!"
๋࣭ ⭑ He hides in his palms, plopping on your bed and slouching his shoulders.
๋࣭ ⭑ You giggle and grab his hand.
๋࣭ ⭑ "A dancer doesn't slouch."
๋࣭ ⭑ He grimaces at the comparison.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Sorry.."
๋࣭ ⭑ "No- let's just...forget the world."
๋࣭ ⭑ The dance was awkward but memorial.
๋࣭ ⭑ None of you know how to dance properly.
๋࣭ ⭑ But that's what makes it special.
๋࣭ ⭑ Accidentally stepping on each others feet, stumbling here and there, and making a stupid tune to make it less awkward.
๋࣭ ⭑ Despite the heavy work you have, despite it only being the second week of school, and despite everything happening in your life, you're glad you have Shuji by your side.
๋࣭ ⭑ He's always been your number 1 supporter and he worries for you more than he himself even realizes.
๋࣭ ⭑ "Don't make me so worried next time, 'kay?" With pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, you nod and lean into his warmth.
๋࣭ ⭑ "I'll try.."
๋࣭ ⭑ "I love you."
๋࣭ ⭑ "And I love you."
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Imagine just sitting with Shuji and your legs are thrown over his. He has one hand on your knee while the other holds a book. You're laying back onto a pillow reading the same book as him. And when either of you react to some shocking plot twist, you both freak out and beg the other to spill what just happened but then both of you end up screaming because of accidentally spoiling the other.
"His girlfriend is the killer!"
Golden eyes widen and a hand slaps his forehead, "I didn't reach that part yet!"
"You said you did!"
"Nooo, I said that I reached the part where he caught a glimpse of the killer not who it is."
"Ohhhh. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay baby," a comforting kiss to the cheek and a soft smile from you, "I guessed it anyways."
#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]#✶≼[TOKYO REVENGERS]#ஜ˳༄꠶ SHUJI#ఌ︎. [SHUJI]#shuji reads.#i can finally rest in peace.#lets read romance tgth#lets read murder mysteries tgth#lets read classics and everything tgth.#hanma shuji#hanma shuji fluff#hanma shuji x reader#hanma x reader#hanma shuji x you#shuji hanma
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what if i want to baby him. what if i want to kiss his hands. what if i want to trail my lips up and down each finger, kiss the backs of his hands and then his palms and wrists, hold my lips there so i can feel his pulse. what if i want to cup his face gently and smother him with little kisses all over. make him close his eyes and press my lips over his eyelids and brows too. what if i want him to get in my lap. his arms and legs crossed around me like a cage because he's too big to get into this position with me and it's so awkward and he's giggling about it. i want him close to me like this. and i need him to shut up so i can give him a kiss so deep and sweet it stuns the breath out of him<3
#₊˚ପ⊹ soliloquy .ᐟ#this is about shuji#i miss him#i need him carnally and i MISS HIM#ఌ︎ +.* shuji-monchéri.
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Selfship ask! So cute jsjsjs I love rambling about our blorbos and delusional state 😔
📝 ☕️🎞️
📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?
💭 . . . We met in a library. Both of us reaching for the same book but instead we just started talking to each other about it and other books and our whole life. We started meeting at the library more often and as we got more comfortable with each other. He would take me on rides, let me try his cigarettes, have cheap dinner together until he finally asked me out properly despite us already acting like a couple 😭
☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?
💭 . . . idk what this means but ig dynamics? from my side, its love at first sight (obv), and like, immediate attraction to both physical and mental appearance (yes im crazy leave me alone), from his side, hes just glad he has a portable arm chair idfk-
🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?
💭 . . . Some canon scenes are probably exchanging notes and giving each other random trinkets and a lot and a lot of touching from Shuji's side. I gave Shuji a ring that he wears on a thin chain around his neck bcs it doesnt fit his fingers 😭 and he gave me an earring that looks like his :> he loves having at least a finger touching me anywhere and anytime, and he loves poking my cheeks mostly (especially when im focused on hw or smth)
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Mama I'm in love with a criminalllll
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shuji walks into book shops, head to the lit. section and buys me the biggest & thickest books there bec he knows i love lengthy classics. he got me les misérables so i could spend hours and hours reading in bed and so he could nap with his head in my lap the whole time!<3
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thinking about mutual love and yearning with shuji... the kind of love that spreads through our bodies slowly, steadily throughout the years until all of a sudden the yearning for eachother is all that we're even made of. i need to cup his jaw and stroke his cheeks with my thumbs and tell him so gently that i love him. i need him to realize that he's made it—that we've made it this far together and that we now have everything we could ever want, and that the city lays under our rule, at our feet. i need him to realize that his need to have more will never be satisfied. not until he has me. i need him to process my sweet little love confession and hesitate. i need him to finally angle his body fully towards mine and stare at me, to stumble on his words a little before he pulls me into a kiss and whispers into my mouth a hoarse “i love you.” i want to smile and ask him “do you really?” and though it's only to tease him, he pulls me back into the kiss and pours into it all the love in his blood and his bones and his soul—and i've never thought a kiss could hold so much fire in it, never thought you could really give so much of yourself away to someone else just by the touch of hands and lips and tongue and teeth—it takes my breath away and makes my vision nearly blur, but i keep going and my hands slip from his jaw to wrap around his neck ... and then and then <333 x.x
#₊˚ପ⊹ soliloquy .ᐟ#ఌ︎ +.* shuji-monchéri.#<- new tag because i wanna ramble<3 about him<3#mhm<3 i do love that man#so very much!
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★ ... 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ
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