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Our cute little Shrimp
Synopsis: Gaming with idia till 4 in the morning wasn't such a good idea when you have to work at monstro lounge the next day d can't stop yawning. To you it's a sign of sleepiness to the tweels it's a sign you wanna mate with others and they can't allow that. So the tweels decide to punish their little shrimp for wanting to mate with others.
Warning(s): nsfw content, mentions of blood
Notes: The tweels and you are aged up to 18 in this if anyone was wondering.
Word count: 2.1k words
Barely able to get out of bed the next morning after staying up late with idia to play a new game that you two were excited about probably wasn't a good idea since you didn't go to sleep till around 4 in the morning.
Without the help of Grim waking you up you might have been late.
Rushing around ramshackle to take a quick shower and put on your uniform so you can leave for your first class that starts in 10 minutes. You promise Grim a can of tuna when you two get back to ramshackle.
"I may not have time now but I promise you'll get your tuna after school today grim!"
Running out the door with your feline companion to get to professor Crewels class knowing if you're late you'd be in deep shit.
Making it to class with one minute left on the clock you sigh and let out a small yawn. Deuce sits down beside you inspecting your face for a minute before asking you if you were ok. "Prefect are you ok? You look a bit weak."
You turn and face him giving him a tired smile before replying. "Yeah I'm just a little tired..." You let out another small yawn right as professor Crewel begins class.
For the rest of that class you felt like there was someone watching you but shook it off as you just imagining things from the sleepiness.
Halfway through the day you sigh in relief walking with Ace to coach Vargas' class.
You listen to Ace ramble about how you should skip class together and how Riddle will never know.
"C'mon prefect it'll be fun! and Riddle doesn't have to know at all." You let out a small yawn again as you finally get to coach Vargas' class "Nah I think I'll pass since you got me in trouble last time. If you want though you're free to skip by yourself."
You slightly shivered remembering the punishment you and Ace got last time you skipped.
Ace huffs out in disappointment. "Fine you're no fun at all."
Suddenly you feel someone grab you from behind squeezing you. Automatically you know it's Floyd.
You reach your hand behind you and pat his heading. After wriggling out of his grip you turn to look at him letting out a slightly bigger yawn before speaking to him.
"Hi Floyd" You smiled sleepily at him not noticing the blush on his face.
Floyd stays there stunned for a moment before laughing out. "Oh shrimpy you're such a tease!"
You stare at him confused by what he meant but before you can ask he's already leaving. "Bye shrimpy~ See ya at work later!"
Then you suddenly remember you have to work at monstro lounge tonight to complete your contract with Azul. Groaning in annoyance you suck it up continue in your class.
During that whole class it was like you felt eyes on you again but just like earlier you decided to brush it off.
During lunch you decide to give Grim his tuna early since you knew you would be coming home late.
You quickly make your way to the cafeteria after giving Grim his tuna. Not seeing ADeuce anywhere you decide to sit with Ruggie.
You yawn slightly deciding to lay your head on his shoulder for awhile sleepily whispering out a hello to him.
"Hey Ruggie, how has your day been?" You asked between a yawn.
For some reason Ruggie seems frozen in place and doesn't respond. After not hearing his reply you decide to look up at him.
"Is everything alright Ruggie? You seem a little off..." Ruggie manages respond to you sounding a little nervous. "Yeah prefect there ain't anything for ya to worry your pretty lil head about I'm alright!"
Before you reply you feel the sensation of being watched once again this time you look around to try and see who it was.
Not seeing anyone you decide to ignore it again. Little did you know a certain pair of twins that were just talking about you were watching your interactions with Ruggie in rage.
"Shrimpy's got a lotta nerve to asking sharksucker to mate with her after askin' me! I'll squeeze sharksucker to death if he gets in my way."
Jade stands there calm on the outside but in reality he was enraged. "Let's act rationally now Floyd. We can punish the prefect later at work. For now we watch and wait."
The Tweels watch you for the rest of the day whenever they can until it's time for you to head to the lounge.
Not thinking about anything but being able to sleep after this you head to the lounge sleepily.
Before you can do anything you can do anything you feel a pair of hands grab you.
Before you can even scream for help a hand covers your mouth. "There's no need to worry dear prefect." You recognize the voice belongs to jade not too long after you hear Floyd's voice.
"Yea shrimpy there's nothing to worry about! Just comply to everything we ask and you'll be justttt fine."
All you can do is wait and see what Jade and Floyd have planned as they drag you off to some strange room.
Floyd locks the door as Jade slowly takes his hand off your mouth and begins talking. "Prefect I hope you know why we brought you here."
You look at him confused and nervous. "I truly don't and I haven't done anything wrong! I'm completing my contract with Azul today if that's the problem."
Jade sighs shaking his head. "That's not why we brought you here prefect." Floyd soon jumps in the conversation. "We brought you here because you've been being a naughty shrimpy! askin' Sharksucker, Crabby, and Little mackerel to mate with ya after askin' me!"
Jade pats his brothers' back calmly. "Now now Floyd I'm sure the prefect understands what she did wrong,"
Jade and Floyd turn and look at you. "Right?" Jade asks you.
You look at them utterly confused. "Wait what do you mean by asking them to 'mate' with me?"
Before Jade can respond Floyd responds for him. "You've been yawning at them all day shrimpy! don't act all innocent now that your in trouble."
Floyd frowns at you as Jade grins before speaking up once again. "That's why me and Floyd have decided to punish you prefect."
Before another word can slip out of your mouth you feel your hands being tied up.
You try explaining yourself. "W-wait! I was just tired I didn't know it meant asking for a mate!" As you ramble on the tweels just ignore you stripping their clothes.
"Oh shrimpy there's no need to make excuses~ Your punishment isn't even that bad ya know all we're gonna do is squeeze ya in a special way."
Before Floyd can rip off your shirt Jade stops him. "I don't think it would be a wise idea to rip the prefect clothes. even though she's getting a punishment she still needs clothes to wear after."
Jade gently removes your clothes slowly. Feeling the cold air on your body makes your nipples harden.
You shiver slightly as you feel Floyd pull off your pants and panties all at once.
"Wait! let's reconsider this guy's." you laugh nervously. "M-maybe I can do something else as an apology?"
Floyd hums happily as he rubs your clit gently. "hmmm~ nope! there's no getting out of this one shrimpy!"
You moan out quietly as Floyd picks up the pace. You almost forgot Jade was there until he tweaks your harden nipple in one hand and bites the other softly.
You throw your head back against Jades shoulder pushing your hips forward into Floyd's touch. "Hah~ o-ok.... maybe.... it's not so bad~"
Floyd laughs at your reaction while speaking to Jade. "Look at shrimpy! She seems to really be enjoying herself moaning all pretty for us."
Floyd slowly slides two fingers inside you while he bites your inner thigh leaving hickies and bite marks behind.
"Shrimpy~ you're already soooo wet and we just started." Floyd teased while you grinded back on his fingers. Jade moves to biting your neck trying to find your sweet spot. "It seems the prefect really enjoys her punishment more than I thought she would."
Your cunt tightens around Floyd's finger as you slightly arch your back while you beg Floyd to let you touch him.
"F-floyd~ please..... I p-promise not to..... yawn at anyone again! mph~ just let me touch you..."
Floyd continues fingering you ignoring your pleas. "Sorry Shrimpy but this is apart of your punishment. maybe if ya didn't go around yawning at everyone I would've let ya."
You let out a particularly loud moan as Floyd's fingers brush against a certain spot inside you making you tighten around his finger more. "Jade look! shrimpy's squeezing my fingers so much. I thinks she's gonna cum!"
One last thrusts to your g-spot has you cumming all over Floyd's fingers as he quickly licks it up. "Jade do you think shrimpy is prepped enough now?" Floyd looks at Jade waiting for a response.
"I think so." Jade grins as Floyd gets up so Jade can lift you up some.
Slipping you onto his lap Jade positions himself at your entrance before slowly slipping in with a quiet groan.
"Well I expected the prefect to be tight but... mmm~ not this tight..."
As Jade let's you adjust to his size you're met face to face with Floyd's angry red tip with pre oozing out of it. "Be a good little shrimpy and suck kay?"
All you could do was nod nod before popping the tip in your mouth sucking it softly.
Floyd grunts as he thrusts into your mouth automatically hitting the back of your throat. "hah...You're doing so good shrimpy~"
While your busy with Floyd Jade slowly begins thrusting inside you causing you to gag and moan on Floyd's dick. "nghh~.... mph!?~"
Jade uses this as an opportunity to tease you. "Awh you must really enjoy punishments huh prefect~ fuck.... with the way your squeezing me I think you wanted this to happen."
You try to reply but all that came out was moans muffled by Floyd's dick. "Ahh~ shrimpy you're mouth feels so good I might just cum now~"
You feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes as Floyd's cock hits the back of your throat. The air is almost knocked out of you as you feel Jades cock hit your sweet spot over and over again while you tighten around him approaching your second orgasm of the night. "Are you gonna cum again prefect? mghh...~ you're taking me so well how about we cum together okay?"
You can't reply to Jade at all as you feel Floyd's cock twitch in the back of your throat as he throws his head back. You soon taste the slightly salty taste of his cum as he finishes inside your mouth.
"You did so good shrimpy. you didn't even waste a drop!"
As Floyd pulls out of your mouth you pant moaning loudly. "NgH~ J-jade faster..... please~" You moan loudly approaching your high.
Approaching his own orgasm Jade decides to comply with your wish and speeds up. Biting your neck more roughly than the last time slightly drawing blood as he does one final thrust inside you before stilling his hips as he finally reaches his high.
The feeling of him filling you up with his cum makes cream around his cock moaning as he fucks you through your high. "J-jade~ hah....Ngh~"
Floyd stands there watching with a grin on his face waiting for everything to finish.
After you calm down a little Jade slowly slides out of you placing a kiss on your forehead as you slowly fall asleep. "Sweet dreams prefect." Floyd soon kisses your cheek. "Nighty night shrimpy."
Quickly untying you Jade gets some tissues cleaning you up while Floyd cleans up the other mess.
When they finish cleaning up and get themselves and you dressed they put a blanket on you carrying you out the lounge towards the dorms to their room.
Little did they know poor Azul heard the whole ordeal from outside of the door and the next few weeks couldn't look any of the three of you in the eyes. Azul even gave you a break from working at the lounge.
Every time he seen you he would run the other way blushing with an excuse to leave making you look confused while the tweels silently giggle.
This shit took me longer to write than I thought it would but I hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry for it being a little late I hope you guys don't mind I'll try and get day 3 out early tomorrow!
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What job are you working at right now?
You don't gotta be specific, though I dont think akane would be working a 9-5 at mcdonalds right?
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wait hold on
is kris a self insert for akane, does akane work at dennys?????????
Nah I have an office job. I used to work at a bakery though.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miya-akane request: Ok perhaps one more req since i need nore gaming fanfic in this app
Gaming with s/o that kins Akito and Ena like I used to req before perhaps? I want to req him along when i first req but i knew you didn't wrote him yet so I go ahead and took my chance again
(Perhaps with kaveh if you don't mind)
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ YES WE DO!! Omg I love this idea sm ^^ And thank you tor waiting <3
Also you asked for Kaveh too, right? I'm not going crazy... RIGHT?! Well even if you didn't... I did him 0w0 Hope you like it! ^^
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff
✧ Ga ming didn't mind your personality at all, if anything he found it quite charming
✧ you're feisty but also very loyal...
✧ it's almost intriguing how you can change between moods so quickly... in one second you're lovey dovey and then you're suddenly pointing out his mistake like madman
✧ but he finds it adorable, same goes for you being tsundere! He loves how your anger just washes away when he kisses your cheek and gets replaced with blush and shy expression while you try to play your cards correctly
✧ whenever you fall into anger because of whatever reason, he's gonna stop you from doing anything that caused it if possible and take you to bakery or some restaurant in hopes to calm you down
"Hey, hey! Let's drop it and go get some dim sum! I'm REALLY craving for some right now... you can't finish what you're doing later! Besides, a little break can't hurt, can it?"
✧ he also adores how loyal you are to what you love! He loves dancing too and totally understands why you'd get so competitive
✧ then again... he does his best to help you stay away from the troubles when you get emotional over it
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@bleachtheidiot @vodka-glrl @miya-akane - come get your dim sum lover!
✧ Kaveh finds you both adorable and hard to deal with...
✧ don't get him wrong, he loves you very dearly but when after long day at work you get mad at him for tiniest mistake... he's starting to consider if Alhaitham really is this bed... after 3 seconds he realizes he is in fact worse than you
✧ but something that you both share is complaining about your passion!
✧ of course you're determined to achieve your goal and fing it enjoyable somehow, do does he! But when you're running to a deadline set by client or yourself... you can't really not get upset
✧ pulling all nighters together? Pulling all nighters together. It's like your night date by now, when you're both keeping each other company to not go crazy
"Uh... I swear I'm so tired... I'll go get myself another coffee. Do you want some too? I'll make it exactly as you like it, so don't worry."
✧ you're either cheering him on when he gets angry and maybe even fight for him, or try to calm him down
✧ he always tries to calm you down BUT if someone clearly deserves to be yelled at... he just looks the other way and pretends he's so captivated by something he can't hear what's happening
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@bleachtheidiot - come get your architect beuty~
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Regret
Summary: You haven’t seen Nanami for years. Not since he left Jujutsu Tech. He left everything behind and that included you. So, when he appears at the bakery you now owned, you have a hundred different questions for him and a truth you’re not sure he should know.
W/C: 5.6k
Warnings: mention of death, heart break, regret, angst?, breakup, hurt/comfort
A/N: So, I’m not sure if I will but there could possibly be a spicy scene added for this. I don’t know if I’ll write it but, if you guys want it, let me know and I’ll write an extra little part for it!
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You were frozen in place. Why? Because the man that you never thought you would see again just walked into the bakery you owned. Was it because of this man that you now have this business? Possibly. However, he didn’t know that. He didn’t need to know that. Especially when you hadn’t seen this man since he left the jujutsu world years ago. He doesn’t deserve to know that this all existed because of him.
Nanami Kento looks different. A good different. He had already cut his hair to a similar style as he has now, but this is a mastered look. The suit he wore made his more defined features look even more handsome than ever before. Then, there were his eyes. Unlike all of those years ago, they look tired, exhausted, and drained. You can’t help but wonder what caused it. He left so that he could live stress free and not have to worry about the dangers of the job. Most of all, he left you. There’s nothing that he could've gone through that was as heartbreaking and difficult as you did during that time. So why does he look so unhappy?
What should you do? Pretend like you don’t know him? No, that wouldn’t work. Especially not with the history you have with him. Do you escape into the back, leaving your friend alone to deal with the man that you used to love so much? No, you can’t do that either. Both because he’s now caught sight of you and because a part of you still loves him and doesn’t want to entirely waste this chance. Well, it would also be because your friend would catch on in a heartbeat and drag you back to the front.
So, resigning to the fact that you have nowhere to run, you pretend to busy yourself with something; bending below the counter to wipe something down that really doesn’t need to be when Nanami slowly makes his way over. Your employee/store manager/friend, Akane, notices how you’re acting. She looks at the man then back to you a few times with a look of confusion. However, that look doesn’t stay for long when she sees your scrubbing at nothing.
“Good afternoon,” she greets Nanami as he gets to the counter you’re still crouching behind. It’s pitiful and embarrassing that you’re hiding from him. It’s even worse looking at the way you decided to do so. However, you don’t know exactly how you would feel if you were to meet his eyes. There’s so much running through your mind that it’s practically short-circuiting. “What can I get for you today, sir?”
The fact that you guessed his exact order, a casse-croute, had your cheeks heating up in embarrassment and frustration. You’ve been trying to forget this man over the last few years. Weren’t things supposed to change? Shouldn’t he have given a new order that you should no longer know? Weren’t you supposed to forget the little details?
At the same time, you can’t help but notice how he doesn’t quite sound like himself. He was never one to stumble over words, but he was now. Even saying something so easy and something that’s so routine and stumbling over those words? It has you peering up for a moment, thinking you see his eyes snap back up as he swallows. It would be a more amusing sight if the frustration wasn’t starting to settle in from the memories of the past.
“Of course! I’ll get my coworker to whip it up for you,” Akane states as she looks down at you.
You whip your head up and glare at her. This was not what you needed right now. Especially since you don’t know whether you want to simply punch Nanami or straight out murder him. Either way, you school your features and act like nothing is wrong as you stand. You don’t look at him and instead smile at your friend as you make your way to the back, chirping out a bubbly-sounding, “On it.”
So, maybe Akane actually was helping. You had to make the sandwich in the back where no one could see you. That meant you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Nanami any longer. Well, at least not until it was ready and you had to bring it out to him. Perhaps you could get Akane to grab it from you so you don’t have to show your face until after he leaves.
Once you disappear behind the corner, you sigh as you lean your back against the wall. You wanted to take a moment to gather yourself but memories and complex feelings come screaming into focus instead. There’s so much that you don’t know what to do. You don’t know whether you want to scream, cry, punch him out, run away, or all of the above.
You also wonder why he didn’t walk out of the store when he saw you. It was him who left in the first place, the one that broke your heart when he said he was even leaving you when he left the jujutsu world. He was the one who said he couldn’t handle the risk factor of the job. He was the reason why you no longer had a reason to keep fighting curses and that led to where you were now.
When you opened this bakery, all you could think of was Nanami. It wasn’t too long after his decision to leave. There was still a large part of you that was him and it seeped into your thoughts and what you chose to do. Sure, you had always daydreamed about opening a place like this even though, at the time, you were convinced you’d never be able to. When Nanami came along, though, his love of baked treats and his favourite bread pushed those dreams along further. So, you chose to make it your career with the memories of you and Nanami sitting under a tree together, resting your head on his shoulder while you both fantasised about it in between reading.
Those were days that you never thought would end. Not leaving the jujutsu world and definitely not your relationship with Nanami. It didn’t matter how much Gojo tried to plead you to stay, to, “Carry on Nanami’s work,” as he put it at the time. That, though, was the exact reason you couldn’t stay. You couldn’t go through all of that without Nanami there with you and you found you couldn’t think straight when fighting curses. So, you left. That way you could at least fulfill one dream. Even if it wasn’t the exact way you wished it was.
Once again, you sigh, willing all of those memories away. Right now you have a job to do. It doesn’t matter that this is for the man you viewed yourself being with for the rest of your life. You can’t let this small encounter bring all of it back. You don’t want to go through all of that again. You worked so hard to try and (unsuccessfully) forget about it all.
Taking another small moment to try and clear your head, you squeeze your eyes shut before pushing off of the wall. The longer you take, the more he may question your prolonged absence and you don’t want to give him a reason to speak to you.
Unfortunately, that’s not something you can avoid. One reason is because there’s a lot he could talk about. Especially when it comes to what happened and why you’re in this bakery instead of helping out Gojo at the school as a teacher like you originally planned. The second reason is because, as you had just finished putting everything on the sandwich, you saw him standing at the entrance that led to the front counter.
Maybe Akane isn’t as good of a friend as you thought. That or it was because of how long you were taking. Or it could’ve even been Nanami who convinced her to let him back here-
No. No, that can’t be it. Why would he suddenly want to talk to you now when he’s had years to do this.
Still, you can’t help but notice the way he seems to study you. He seems frozen in place just like you were when you had first seen him. When he had first spotted you, you didn’t let him have the same chance that you had to study how the years have changed him. So, you see him study everything about you while you notice he looks even more exhausted than you originally noted. It makes you wonder how he’s even able to stand.
That exhaustion isn’t the only thing you can see, either. There’s a small hint of… sadness? It’s something that’s weighing him down more than fatigue ever could.
“You look good,” Nanami suddenly mutters, his eyes finally ending their search at yours.
“And you look like shit,” you retort.
It isn’t really that true. He looks amazing. He always has and the passing years have only worked to prove that. What you’re really acknowledging is his eyes. They convey the amount of stress he’s been dealing with and you’re honestly surprised you don’t see any grey in his blonde hair.
“Why are you back here?”
Nanami takes a slightly larger breath, almost like he’s steeling himself before answering with, “I wanted to see you.”
His admission is soft but pained. It sounds like he’s trying to plead with himself so that he can talk to you and try to forget everything that’s happened. You know he doesn’t want to skip over it, he just wants to bask in the moment for as long as he can. Why do you know that? Mainly because this is how he was after one day that you got seriously injured partially due to his mistake and again after a fight the two of you once had. Those were moments he was sure you would leave him and never come back. Now, though, that fear would be more real for him now than it was during those instances.
Now, it’s much more than those two combined. This was worse than any injury or fight you could have with him. You don’t know, like those two experiences, if you’ll be able to heal and become stronger. So far it’s only made you weaker and there’s never been a sign of moving on. Like it or not, there’s still a large part of you with Nanami but you’re not sure if you can ever get that back.
“Well, you’ve seen me,” you almost snap, turning from him to wrap his sandwich. “Now,” you continue as you finish wrapping it, walking over to him and pushing it into his chest while you try to not let your voice tremble, “I would appreciate it if you left.”
“Wait,” he calls out, grabbing your wrist as you try to walk past him.
You glare at him when you’re forced to stop, pulling your wrist from his grip. It pains you to do so. That momentary touch of his hand brought back memories that now only caused pain. However, it also reminded you how that same touch was what had comforted you for so long. It was a touch you had been longing for for nearly four years now. Now, though, you can’t let him see that you actually still care.
“Why should I listen to you now when you could’ve talked to me years ago? Apparently what we had was not important enough to keep so why, Nanami? Why now?” You couldn’t help the way your voice finally cracked with that outburst. Nor could you keep the tears from building up in your eyes. They may not be falling yet but they’re there nonetheless.
Nanami doesn’t shy away from you. The only reaction you saw was a small flinch when you said his last name rather than his first. It had been even longer than the few years since he left that you called him anything but Kento. Now, he doesn’t deserve to be called anything but that.
Instead of shying away, he looks to the ground. “I… I wanted to,” he admits in a small voice.
“Then why didn’t you? Do you know how much pain you would’ve saved me from if you had even just simply texted me hello? I was worried about you, Nanami. What hurt most was that you had still kept in contact with Satoru for a while. That was my only way of knowing you were even still alive.”
You watch the way Nanami shuffles a bit as he looks back up at you. His regret is so clearly written across his face that it pushes those tears over the edge. Even though you know you didn’t mean nothing to him, it still felt like it with how easily he cut you out. You wonder if there’s a piece of him that he left with you just as he has that piece of you.
There’s a pang of hurt that crashes into Nanami’s chest when you use Gojo’s first name. He’s sure that, although you also left, you still keep in contact with the sorcerer. Is there something more going on? No, he knows there isn’t. You never thought of Gojo like that and he doubts that you would change that.
Nanami goes to say something but you raise your hand, stopping him before he can start. “I don’t want to hear your excuses,” you let out quietly, wobbly, as you cross your arms over your chest. “Please, just leave.”
“Okay,” he says just as quietly. However he doesn’t move right away. “I’ll leave now but, please, can we meet somewhere so that I can explain. I know I should have done it years ago. I wanted to but I didn’t. Will you let me now?”
If you weren’t so desperate for answers, desperate to see him again, you would’ve said no and escorted him out of the store yourself. Instead, you’re nodding, taking a piece of paper out to write down your address and a time. Wordlessly, you hand him the paper, not meeting his eyes for any of it. When he goes to walk back to the front, you notice how he hesitates. You’re sure he probably wanted to say something more but he knows you don’t want to hear it. So, he leaves.
You wait until you hear him leave, wiping the tears from your face, before going out front. Akane looks worried when she must see your red eyes and tear stains. Instead of telling her what happened, though, you continue on with the day without saying a word about it. If you’re going to tell her what happened, it will be after whatever conversation you were going to have with Nanami tonight. That, and it definitely won’t be a discussion had at work.
-
Just as expected, Nanami showed up early. Well, the time you wrote compensated for that. So there really isn’t that much that’s changed about him at all, really. You can’t help but wonder why. Wasn’t that the reason he left? To change himself?
Nothing is really said as you let him into your apartment. The only exchange being where he can hang his coat. That and when he paused at seeing tea all set at your livingroom’s coffee table.
“You made tea?” he questions when he sees they’re both already fully prepared. He knows which one’s yours and which one must be for him. You had always liked a bit of milk and sugar in yours. For him, he only ever put a dash of sugar in his. A small flicker of hope trickled into him at the thought you remembered something as small as this after all of these years.
“I may be upset but that doesn’t keep me from having some common decency,” you retort. It’s not too harsh but it’s enough to get your point across.
He stays silent as he settles in the seat you put his tea in front of. Before any talking begins, he takes a sip from the drink and that flicker of hope grows when he finds that you did put the sugar in it. Yet, he shouldn’t be surprised especially when you, he’s assuming unknowingly, even put a light layer of butter on the sandwich you made for him. Maybe, just as he knows he left with a piece of you that he’s never let go, you kept the piece of him that he left with you.
Nanami looks up at you as you stay silent, finding more interest in the plain coffee table than him. He needs to start this off somehow. So, he decides to start off a little light. Especially since he knows it won’t last at all.
“You own a bakery now.” It’s both a statement and a question.
You nod slowly. “I got to live my dream afterall,” you say quietly as you don’t meet his eyes but look in his general direction. “Well, not entirely.”
The fact that Nanami knows exactly what you mean makes his heart ache. It brought back all of those days snuggled up under the tree when you would talk about it. Why did he ever leave those moments behind?
“This job,” you quietly start again after a moment of silence, “this dream, it was supposed to be shared with you.” You pause, looking down at your tea in your hands. “Well, to be honest, the dream was supposed to stay a dream. That way my real dream could’ve come true.”
“I wanted that dream to,” he admits quietly.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his. The frustration and anger begins to build up again. Worst of all, you feel the tears begin to build up again as well. However, you tried your best to keep yourself as calm as possible as you ask, “Then why did you leave me?”
That sadness that you saw earlier came back at full force in Nanami’s eyes. It made him look even more tired than when you first saw him at the bakery. Now you know exactly what the cause was. It was almost liberating knowing that what happened three years ago was weighing on him just as much as it was as it was on you. Meanly so but it was nice to know you weren’t the only one struggling through all of this.
Now, you watch Nanami’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows thickly, slightly adjusting his position. And then, “It was because I was afraid of losing you too. I thought that leaving everything and everyone was what was best so that I would never have to deal with that kind of loss ever again.”
“I never knew you could be so selfish,” you mutter as you meet his eyes again. “You weren’t the only one who went through that loss, Nanami! It’s not as if you were the only one close to him!”
You stop yourself when you notice your tone continuing to raise in volume. This isn't how you wanted this to go. Sure, you were angry and upset but letting those emotions take control is not the route you should take at all. Especially since you want answers and you don’t want to risk not getting them after all of these years. That and a small part of you wants to resolve this. You want the man you love back.
When you see the way Nanami’s eyes seem to look even sadder, you try to backtrack.
“I’m sorry,” you nearly whisper, “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
“No. It’s fair. You’re right. I was too cowardly to try and get through it and in the process I shut everyone I knew out no matter how much I didn’t want to.” Nanami pauses for a moment, his jaw working as he considers his next words. A breath and then, “When I left, I was going to ask you to join me.”
“Then why didn’t you? Why did you have to cut me off completely? Did you not realize you caused more pain with leaving than if you were to stay?”
You can hear how desperate your voice is getting. Normally you would try and keep yourself calm but you’re letting it all out now. This man was the one you thought you had a future with. He was the one you imagined having everything with that you never used to want. When he left, it broke you so badly that you couldn’t do anything that you used to. Gojo had tried to help you but his efforts were in vain because the love of your life had acted as if you meant nothing to him with how easily he left.
“When you left,” you continued before Nanami had a chance to reply, “you didn’t just simply leave. You took a piece of me that I’ve never been able to gain back on my own. It was a piece that belonged to you and no matter how hard I tried, I could never do anything without having you in mind.”
There was no way to stop the tears anymore. The more you let out, the more you feel the emotions of the last three years come crashing in. It was too much and not enough to show Nanami just how much you’ve been affected. Yet, you continued as everything you’ve wanted to say; every question you’ve had for him comes pouring out.
“The bakery? Leaving jujutsu? Everything I did was because of you, Kento. I loved you. I still do because I’ve never been able to let you go. And, now that I look at it, everything I did was to nurture that piece of you that lived in me. That’s why I couldn’t let go. I wanted to know why you let me go so easily. I wanted to know if you even tried to reach out to me. Was Satoru the only one you talked to? Was he more important than me? Did you envision the same future with me as I did with you? Was I part of the reason you decided to leave? Did you leave a part of yourself that you couldn’t get back just like there’s a piece of me I’ve never got back? Did you find someone that replaced me? Most of all, I just couldn’t forget you, Kento. That’s why no one was ever able to replace you in simple things like asking for me to stay. That’s why…”
There’s an almost tense silence that spreads out through your living room as you trail off. All that could be heard was your tears as you struggled to keep yourself together; to not break down into the sobs you really want.
So, to try and keep that from happening, you squeeze your eyes shut as you dip your head. Your hands clench the material of the couch as you attempt to will away the tears. However, the more you tried, the harder it got. Not to mention how you were trying to fight the way you wanted to fall into the comfort of Nanami’s arms just like years ago.
That thought was only making it all worse when you knew you couldn’t do that. His plan was to leave everything behind; to move on and forget it all. What if, unlike you, he’s actually been able to move on? Was there someone else in his life? Did he even care about what the two of you had anymore? Did you mean anything to him still?
Before you know it, the dam bursts and there’s no longer any possibility to keep your tears in check. You hold your face in your hands as you let it all out, finding it difficult to breathe while you at least try to hold back the way you want to cry out. In fact, you’re so lost in that effort along with everything you’re feeling that you don’t notice the way the couch dips beside you. You don’t realize anything has changed until you feel a hand on your shoulder.
It has a weight and warmth you thought you would never feel again as it pulls you into its owner. Even though a part of you wants to pull away, the larger part of you, the part of you that’s always been centred around Nanami, pushes you in further. You’re burying your face into his chest, effectively creating a wet spot on his white dress shirt. It’s almost like your hands instinctively find themselves clenching the material of his shirt at his back as nothing at all is held back anymore.
Nanami’s welcoming and warm embrace provides you with a sense of security that you haven’t felt for so long. It brings back memories of how he would hug you after a long day and just hold you. The one mission the two of you went on where he shielded you from an explosion with his own body. Most of all, all of the nights the two of you spent with each other just simply snuggled up, your back to his chest, his grip protective even in his sleep.
At the same time, that fact makes it all hurt more as you feel that security once again. Why is he doing this? How were you supposed to try and move on like he did when he’s offering what you could’ve had in these last years? It all just makes the tears flow harder and his grip on you becomes just that small bit tighter.
Next thing you know, you can feel his lips pressing into your hair. There was no hesitation like he had earlier when just simply trying to talk to you. Now, you could tell, all he was trying to silently convey was how much he still cared for you. He’s providing that same comfort that he did whenever times had become rough for you. It’s just like how he held your crying figure close when you found out your friend was unable to survive from a curse attack.
Then, with his lips still lingering where he pressed them, he whispers, “I’ve never stopped loving you, either.”
Those words sent both a wave of relief and resentment. If he had just said that all of those years ago and kept you in his life, moments like these would never have happened. However, you’re just happy that you have Nanami back like this.
It isn’t until you’ve finally calmed down that he continues to mutter everything into your hair, not letting up on how he’s embracing you. “I’ve never had a single day where I felt genuinely happy since I left. I was so stuck in what I thought was my ideal, following my head over my heart. It was a moment of weakness and I was a coward for running away. I was an even bigger coward when I never let myself try and reach out to you. The thought of you having moved on kept plaguing me.”
You shake your head into his chest, moving your arms around to grasp at his back. Like this, you pull him in as close as you can. “How could I ever get over what we had?”
“I don’t know,” he softly admitted. “However, you were always so much stronger than I was. Whatever you had put your mind to, you chased it even if it seemed impossible.”
He paused for a moment, allowing you to finally enjoy his arms wrapped around you as your flow of tears finally stopped. You allow his words to sink in, finding yourself forgiving him despite all of the questions you had weren’t all answered. You find yourself adjusting your head until it’s more comfortably placed in the spot where his shoulder met his neck.
“For me,” Nanami started again after adjusting so his cheek was resting against your head, “there was also a piece of me that I left with you. I could never forgive myself for leaving you and it scared me when I thought you may not have been the same. It was selfish of me to want and it only made me feel worse when I heard you say it.”
“I also wanted you to feel the same. So, I guess we’re both selfish, huh?”
You can feel the way Nanami smiles against you. However it falls as he pulls away enough so that you can look at him. “That didn’t answer all of your questions, though. You weren’t in any of the reasons as to why I left. Letting go of you was the hardest part of leaving and a part of me was wishing you would ask me to stay,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your head. Then, he continues, “I know why you didn’t, though. You would never keep me from doing what I felt was best for me. One of the many reasons I still love you to this day.”
Another pause stretches out as he kisses your head yet again, letting this one linger. With every answer he’s willingly giving you, a weight lifts from your chest. You’re sure that, by the time he’s finished, that weight will be nearly gone.
“I wanted to reach out to you. However, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep to my decision if I did. The only reason I was only messaging Gojo was so that I could know how you were doing and so that he could pass on how I was to you. That man is nowhere close to being more important than you.” A small huff of laughter. “Especially when you know he drives me insane.”
You laugh with him for a moment before burying your face back into the crook of his neck. Now that you had him, you wanted to regain the knowledge of him back. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he sounded as the vibrations from his chest transferred through to yours. You noticed how tightly your hands grasped into the back of his shirt but you weren’t letting go. If it meant you were going to lose him again, you didn’t want to. However, with the way he didn’t seem to mind, that worry could be set aside… in a few moments.
A hand of his comes up to brush some of your hair from your face, his no longer calloused fingers brushing gently across your forehead and causing you to bury further into him. Then he continues, tone and expression sincere and expressing how much he wants you to know all he says is true, “I loved you so much then, Y/N, I still do. Before I met you, I never imagined a future that would be shared with someone else.” Nanami pauses, using his hand to guide your face so your eyes meet his beautiful chestnut ones. “Don’t think I forgot about the one day we talked about that future instead of the bakery. I truly wanted all of that with you. I wanted that dream to be the only one that came true. I never wanted that with anyone other than you. I never wanted to see someone romantically if it wasn’t you. A part of me will always be with you and I never could forget you.”
For a few moments, you watch as he studies your eyes. It reminds you of the days when you were first getting to know each other and how he terribly hid his feelings through those motions. The way his chestnut eyes would search yours shamelessly gave it all away.
A smile creeps its way across your lips as you slide a hand up to brush away some hair from his forehead, your fingers threading through the soft strands. All you want right now is to savour the moment and possibly rekindle what the two of you had. There was going to be a lot of catching up but, for now, the only thing you really needed to know was said; how both of you had the same struggle through all of these years. There is one question, though, that you want to ask now.
“Is there anything else you would like to ask me?” Nanami’s voice is gentle, genuine curiosity flowing through his words. You watch the way his eyes never leave your face as he leans into your touch.
“Only one. For now,” you answer quietly, allowing yourself to notice how his eyes have gained the brightness that you once knew back. It may not be exactly the same as before, but it was something else added onto the familiarity you missed so much.
“And what is that?” he breathes out as he looks at you as if you were the one that his life orbited around. It always amused you how he viewed you as the centre of his orbit when you thought he was yours.
Nanami smirks as you begin to lean closer to him. “Will you come back to me, Kento?”
His smile grows, leaning in the slightest bit more until your lips are a breath away from his. “Of course, my love.”
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Red Velvet - Chapter 1 (part 2)
MasterList / Akane’s profile / Part 1 here
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Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 2)
“HELL FUCKING YEAH!”
"Cut that out, we're in the middle of the bakery, dumbass!," Himuro hisses between his teeth.
"Let 'em hear it, 'cause everyone here should know that I hit the jackpot!," Rihito raises his arms in the air, making Vs for Victory with his fingers, a gigantic smile making his face light up like a Christmas tree. "The tall trees will be brought down, the last will be the first, the early bird catches the worm, all that shit!"
"And you'll get all the cans of whoopass if you don't cut that shit out," Kanami says as she arrives to deliver an order to another table. "There are ladies here too."
Okubo makes a face at his friend. "Seriously, Rihito, she might kick you out if you don't pipe it down..."
"Oh shit... sorry, aunty!," He shrinks completely, his arms falling on either side of his torso, but the smile didn't disappear from his face even with the scolding he received. "But that won't happen, I'm one of the best paying customers at this establishment. I drop cash here all the time, man! And anyway, my seaweed-headed bro wouldn't let that happen. Right, Tokita? You won't let your girl kick me out like that, right?"
"Her name is Kanami, you idiot, not 'aunty'... and leave me out of this," Ohma says with his mouth full. "Everyone here pays for the service. Do we have to pay for your stupidity too?"
"Aunty is an affectionate term, you moron! And you could actually pay me something! A round of baked goods to congratulate me on my achievement!"
"I'm going to give you a round of kicks in the ass if you don't shut up," Himuro grumbles, placing a finger on his right ear and scratching it with a grimace, "Seriously, does the word "dignity" have any meaning to you, Rihito?"
"Besides, I wouldn't call it your achievement. It was Tomori who set this date up for you, wasn't it?," Kaneda asks, to which Tomori, sitting next to Okubo, shakes her head.
"Yes, but he still has an achievement, Kaneda. He achieved being the most annoying person on this table."
"Oh, come on! You were the one who should be the happiest for me, Tomori! Your friend will win a date with a good catch!," He points to himself with smugness. "Believe me, she will be thanking you on her knees very soon!"
"I only see this girl coming on her knees to Tomori if she’s going to beg to never have to put up with you again."
"Shut up, Himuro!"
"You're too noisy, Ichiro," Ohma says slowly. "You're bothering everyone."
"Dude, even Ohma is warning you, so you can see how fu...reaking annoying you're being, right?," Okubo held himself back from swearing.
"Dangit, man, I already told you to call me Rihito," He hisses irritably. "It's been almost five years, not even you can be such a blockhead. And okay, okay, I'll try to tone it down a tad. Anyway!," He smiles a lot at Tomori. "Do you have any pics of her to show me? You said she's seen some of mine, it's only fair that I check some of hers out too."
"Make an Instagram account and you'll be able to see as much as you want," Okubo says. "What do you have a phone for, idiot? She has an account there and everything."
"Have you become your chick’s spokesperson now, Buzz Lightyear? Let her speak for herself, dammit!"
"He actually saved me trouble, because I was going to say the same thing."
"Ugh, which part of "I don't want to waste time creating an account on a sissy social network where you only find pictures of food, kittens and motivational phrases for moody teens" didn't you understand?" He gestures, a little frustrated. "I'll make a stupid account only to never use it again!"
"Kanami made one for me," Ohma shows it on his phone screen, with the same unimpressed face as always. "It has Medeyami on it. And the cake that Koga and Ryuki made for her birthday…"
"Heh, are you going to call the seaweed head a fag now, Rihito?," Okubo gives a triumphant smile. "The Amazon hunter himself?"
"I won’t. It's known that men who enter into serious relationships with women become infected with the virus of faggotry by osmosis, so I'm not even surprised. The thing, Tokita, is that at the moment I'm interested in another type of cat, and also in another type of cake," He smiles cheekily while making gestures with his hands, as if he were squeezing some soft, invisible object, and this elicits annoyed grunts from the whole table.
"Damn, I won't give it fifteen minutes for this girl to slap the shit out of him," Himuro groans, to which Kaneda nods.
"I give it even less than that."
"Okay, Rihito, tone it waaay down," Tomori warns him, seriously. "Akane decided to give you a chance, but don't take it as a certain victory. You don't really know her..."
"I'll get to know her if you tell me more about her! Is she cute? Does she like big, good-looking guys? What did she say when she saw my pics? I work with details, woman!"
"Oh, someone liked Medey's photo," Ohma said softly, absorbed in his own world while checking his phone "A lot of people, actually... the cake deserves way more likes than that fuzzy thief..."
"Dude, if you post a pic of yourself it will be way more successful than that of the cat."
"For what?"
"Oh, uh… nevermind," Himuro laughs softly. "It’s not worth it, and it's not like you need it."
Ohma shrugs and continues looking at his phone. "Well, guess I'm gonna make another cake..."
Tomori was still arguing with Rihito.
"You can ask her all that stuff during the date. Or just do what we're suggesting and make an Instagram account..."
"I already said it’s not going to happen, so drop it," He snorts impatiently. "And I’m asking this now so I don’t fall into a trap! I trust you, Tomori, but I need to know if you set me up on a date with some sourpuss or-"
"Ugh, do you see what your problem is?!," Tomori finally seems to lose her temper, slamming her hands on the table, which makes Rihito jump, Okubo and Himuro widen their eyes and Kaneda choke on his juice. "I can see clearly why everyone always says you can't pick up women to save your life! You're acting like a giant dick, and for what?"
Rihito stares at her, perplexed. The table is silent, except for Kaneda's dry cough and the sound of Himuro's hand tapping on his back. Ohma looks at the commotion, one eyebrow raised, watching as he takes a sip of his favorite milkshake, seeming to expect something. Rihito then shrugs his shoulders a little.
"A giant dick? Shit, that was uncalled for..."
Some customers even started looking upset at their table, bothered by the noise. Kanami gives Hiro a meaningful look and the two nod with mutual understanding.
"Okay, that's enough. Give me that," Kanami had approached them and reached a hand in Rihito's direction, closing and opening her fingers.
He turns around with a start when he notices her, alarmed. "S-Sorry, aunty! I'll try to pipe it down, I swear!"
"Yeah... sorry, Kanny, I kind of lost my temper here..."
"Yeah, I know, Tomoh," she then looks at Rihito. "And you! Give me that phone, now," she speaks in a commanding voice, still repeating the gesture.
"What- no, hold on!," He grabs his phone and stands up, suddenly alarmed, as if he were facing a pickpocket pointing a knife at him. "My phone is a no-go area, Miss Kanami! You can ask these guys, you don't want to see the things I have here..."
"I'll have to agree with him, Miss Kanami. Rihito's phone is worse than a landfill...," Himuro snorts while Kaneda makes a face.
"Oh really? Let me see" Hiro was already walking away with his phone in his hand. Kanami smiles when he approaches her. "I love to pry on other people's dirty laundry."
"What the- Give me back my phone, you nosy twink!," He shrieks, already going after the cashier with his hands outstretched. "Seriously, Hiro, don't do that!"
Kanami stops him from approaching Hiro with a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow, her acid eyes directly eating away at him, speaking quietly. "That was the final straw, Rihito. You're making an ass of yourself, and even Tomori, the most patient person I know, got mad. Now either you cooperate and stop acting like they are about to shove a stick up your ass or I'm going to break my iron rule and let everyone beat you up right here, right now. It's up to you."
Ohma smiles, even letting out a low snort of laughter. Okubo even found it strange when he lifted his phone to discreetly take a photo with a satisfied expression.
Himuro opens a devilish smile, cracking his knuckles. "Wonderful. I've been waiting for an excuse to beat the shit outta him for a month now."
"Screw you, Himuro!," Rihito growls, looking around, tense like a cornered animal. "Ugh... what do you want with my phone, anyway?!"
"Kinda obvious, don't you think, Rihito?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow "Miss Kanami will nip the evil in the bud."
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"That means you’re going to get a brand new Instagram account," Tomori smiles, very satisfied, and Rihito widens his eyes.
"Ugh, you gotta be kiding me! Seriously, why do y'all care so much? I'll only use this account to see some pics of this girl and then I'll forget about it!"
"Do you want to see it or not?," Okubo grunts. "Damn, dude, you even have an Tiktok account and you don't post anything, so what's one more social media!?"
"TikTok is full of hot chicks twerking, that’s the only reason I made an account!"
"There's girls twerking on Instagram too, you know? And even more so, since it's been around longer," Hiro skillfully twirls the phone in his hand, mischievous like the little devil everyone knew he was. "And on top of that there are more women there, maybe you can get another dates if you don't like this one…"
"It’s either that or you'll go home all bruised and limping," Kanami threatens. "Half of it will be my doing."
"Uugh...," He puts his hand over his face, grinding his teeth. Tomori snorts, looking at Okubo while mumbling, "Do you see what I've told you a bunch of times, Naoh? It's because of this attitude that he's still single."
"Leave me alone! And I still haven't forgotten what you told me just now! That "giant dick" was totally uncalled for," He glares at her, sounding truly offended. "I thought we had become friends!"
"And we are! That's precisely why I need to be honest with you, otherwise you'll never learn your lesson and do better," She points indignantly at him. "I've only known you for a short time, but it was enough for me to see that you have a good side and can be a genuinely nice guy. But it seems that this good side disappears when it comes to women! Do you really need my friend to be attractive by your specific standards to treat her with respect?"
"What- no, I didn't mean that...," He shrinks again.
Kanami looks at him with her scolding look. Hiro chews his gum, raising his eyebrow. Ohma sighs, going back to what he was doing on his phone. Okubo crosses his arms. Everyone else in the bakery frowns.
"Okay... you see how uncomfortable everyone is getting, right, man?," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Rihito scratches the back of his head, looking down.
"I would be blind if I hadn't seen it..."
"So why don't we talk calmly, while Miss Kanami and Mr. Hiro take care of everything for you?," Kaneda suggests, to which Rihito makes a face.
"... So you all agree with what she said?"
Everyone nods, even Ohma who wasn't even paying attention anymore.
"Stubborn idiot," he mutters, without looking up from his phone.
Rihito swallows hard. He rubs his right arm with his left hand. And then he looks up at Tomori, who feels her chest hurt when he sees his expression of genuine sadness, his green, expressive eyes showing a fragility that gave him the air of a very needy puppy.
Oh, she knew that expression. It was the same expression he had made when he showed up unexpectedly at her house, on a rainy Sunday, willing to humiliate himself to intercede for his friend. It was at times like these that she remembered that he wasn't a complete idiot, and that there was a reason why her boyfriend and everyone else continued to maintain a friendship with him.
"I'm sorry..."
Tomori sighs, closing her eyes, anger leaving her like air leaking from a punctured balloon.
"... Okay. You're forgiven. Are you going to let Kanny and Hiro create a profile for you now?"
"...Hnf. What choice do I have?," He mumbles with a shrug. "Just do it already. I'm just warning you that it will become a no man's zone after serving its purpose."
The people at the bakery seemed to silently celebrate the calm that would follow after that. Himuro and Kaneda sigh, relaxing in their chairs.
Himuro smiles at Okubo. "You’ve got yourself quite the girlfriend, huh, dude. To be able to make this idiot put his tail between his legs like that..."
"Screw you!"
Ohma smiles, still on the phone, thinking it was for him. "Thanks."
"Himuro was talking to me, man. And yeah, I know!," Okubo shrills, his voice rising a few octaves, and then he turns very red when the whole table starts laughing. He clears his throat, putting a fist in front of his mouth, getting all awkward when Tomori caresses his fist with a cute little laugh. Rihito just rolls his eyes.
"Fuckin' simp...," He mutters softly.
"Okay, Rihito, now that everything got solved...," Kanami sighs. "Come to the counter, I'll help you with this. No one else needs to comment on this, right?!," She looks at the others, and Hiro shrugs.
"Okay… wow, just when I was about to give him all the profiles of my muscle-eater friends…," he returns to the counter, handing the phone to the baker.
Rihito immediately turns his attention to him. "Wait, really? I'm in!"
"We'll talk about that after this first date," Hiro says seriously to him. "You bum."
"That's right, your focus should be on my friend for now! He's coming, Kanny, I just want to hear a few more things from his mouth to make sure it's safe for me to give the go-ahead," Tomori warns, to which Rihito gives her a tired look.
"What, you're an inspector for potential fuck-buddies now? Okubo, tell your girlfriend to go do something else…"
"Hell no. Kick his ass, babe!", he nods, as seriously as her. "Roll this fella up!"
"You asshole! Let me know when she decides to let you get your balls out of her purse, you fucking simp-"
"Shut up and sit back down, damn it! Everyone wants to eat in peace," Himuro grumbles, to which Rihito returns to his place at the table, crossing his arms, grumpily.
"Okay, fine. Come on, what do you want me to do? Pick her up at seven and bring her back at ten at her curfew? Bring her flowers, chocolate and all that romantic crap?"
"No, Akane is not the type to enjoy these things. She would think you're pathetic if you showed up with something like that," She shakes her head. "I just want to hear from you that you're going to try not to behave like an asshole."
"Hey Kaneda, help me. How do you do this…?” Ohma asks, pointing to something on the phone, in the background.
"Sure. Let me see, Ohma…," Kaneda goes to help him, and the rest ignore them.
"Goddanmit, I already told you I won't! I haven't been on a date in a while, what makes you think I'd do anything to ruin it?," He asks indignantly, to which she shakes her head impatiently.
"You wouldn't do it on purpose, but you would. You always end up making the women around you uncomfortable with your cluelessness. Hugging them too tightly, grabbing them, asking inconvenient questions and making gross invitations-"
"I don't do that!"
"Yes, you do. I can prove it," Himuro rolls his eyes. "I already introduced you to two of my friends at your insistence, and the result was neither of them wanting to go out with you again. Remember?"
He blushes.
"I-It's not my fault that I'm a physical guy who loves giving and receiving affection. They were too frigid..."
"You hug ME too damn hard…," Ohma comments. "Seriously, it’s ridiculous."
"You are the most frigid of all! You have a heart of stone…"
"He doesn't and I can prove it!," Kanami imitates Himuro. Ohma snorts at his friend.
"I'm serious, Rihito. Go easy with those wandering hands and the very tight, long hugs," Tomori says, and this time, she seemed to ask, instead of demanding. "Come on, if you can't do this to me, you'll be able to not do this to her too."
"It’s different with you! I'm no backstabber to go grabing my friend's girl."
"So don't be nasty with the others either," Ohma says. "It's a pain to be harassed, in any situation. You said it yourself, I'm proof of that."
"I don’t harass anyone!"
"You do, so much so that to this day we don't know how you weren't framed or something like that," Himuro snorts, to which Kaneda, still helping Ohma with whatever he was doing on his phone, comments,
"Miss Akiyama has already threatened to sue you for sexual misconduct about five times..."
"Meh, I've kind of given up on Kaede," Rihito pouts. "If she doesn't want me, there are others who do... like Tomori's friend," He sighs, scratching his scalp. "Okay, okay... I'll try to pay attention to these things. But you know what my intentions are with this date, right? I'll be as nice as I can, but I won't pretend I'm interested in anything else."
"No need to," Tomori takes a sip of her juice. "Akane wants the same."
He turns to her, green eyes wide and shining.
"Really?!"
"Really," Okubo nods. "IF you don’t ruin everything, asshole."
"Watch your mouths, we have ladies present in the room," Kaneda says, to which Tomori chuckles.
"Relax, Kaneda, I'm kind of used to it. I've watched you play horror games together, remember? My repertoire of swear words gained a couple more pages that day."
"Anyway!," Lihito raises his hands, drawing attention back to himself. "Damn, that makes everything better! I love a woman who knows what she wants...," He rubs his hands with a smile, and then shrinks when Tomori gives him a warning look. "Chill out, I haven't forgotten the things you said! I... I never wanted to harass anyone, really. It's just..."
"It's just that you live on the basis of the philosophy that, if you shoot everywhere, you will eventually hit a target."
"Shut up, Himuro. But... yeah," He sighs.
"Oh, so that's how it is," Ohma nods, looking happier. "Thanks, Kaneda. This will surpass that cat..."
"Isn’t the cat post yours too, Ohma?"
"I don’t admit that this backstabber does better than me."
"Seriously, Hon, stop being jealous of my cat!," Kanami sighs. "This is getting weird."
"He stole my steak-"
"That’s been almost six months! And that was your fault!"
"He lost my trust and that's it. I only tolerate him because he's cute."
"Dude, you really don’t know what context “backstabber” is used, do you?," Himuro arches an eyebrow at Ohma, while Lihito mumbles,
"This dude considers a fucking cat his rival, while I'm still here, waiting for a rematch... but whatever!," He shakes his head with a serious face. "If these attitudes of mine really cause discomfort... I will try to control it and keep my hands to myself... to a certain extent. You can't do the deed through telepathy, you know..."
"Just be polite and respect her boundaries until she shows that she is willing to get more physical," Tomori suggests. "Akane is not one to beat around the bush, she'll make it very clear when she's interested. Until then... just be the cool, fun guy I know you are when you're not chasing skirts. She will appreciate it."
Rihito blushes a little. And then he smiles. She would probably never get used to how cute he could be when he really let his feelings come out, without that stupid casanova facade getting in the way.
"Guys, it's almost closing time, do you want to go or can I join you at the table?," Kanami sighs, a little tired. "Tomori, before I go I'm going to need help, Paikon woke up from his coffin and is tidying up, but when it comes to kitchen stuff..."
"Leave it to me, Kanny! Then, after we're done, we can go back to the table and help him with his Instagram profile all together," Tomori suggests, smiling, to which Rihito blushes more, looking to the side.
"I'm kinda having a Dee-je-vou-"
"Déjà vu, dumb fuck."
"Shut up! But seriously, this reminds me of when the three of us got together to help Okubo prepare for his second date with Tomori," He smiles at his friend. "It's ridiculous and at the same time funny that you're trying to do the same to me..."
"We’re trying to be good friend. You did the same for me, didn't you?," Okubo snorts, blushing too. "We need to help the homies…"
"Come here, blondie, I already downloaded Instagram on your phone while I was out," Hiro sits down next to Rihito without ceremony. "You just have to choose the photos..."
"Aaah! Don't sit so suddenly next to me, you spawn of Satan!," Rihito jumps and shrinks a little. "And who gave you the password to my phone? Seriously, sometimes I think you're a Yakuza in disguise..."
"I have my little secrets, honey," he smiles devilishly. "And no, I'm no Yakuza, but I have some friends who had some experiences with 'em. Kanami is one."
"Experiences with beating them up, you mean," Kanami laughs, making a cruel expression, high-fiving with Ohma, who smiles in the same way.
"It’s not just you, no. I'd even call some of them pros. But come here, help me choose your profile pic," he opens the phone gallery and widens his eyes at the first photo he sees. "Oh my God...," he blushes, laughing coquettishly at Rihito. "You definitely weren't feeling cold that day, huhuhuhuhuh..."
"What the- you busybody!," He snatches the phone from Hiro's hand, very red. "You can let me choose the pic, thanks for the help! I just need to find one that won't get my profile banned five minutes after being created..."
"Do you see what we said?," Himuro sighs while Kaneda says, "Take the opportunity and give him your friend's profile, Tomori."
"Oh, I will, as soon as he gets his profile ready."
"My friend, it is Instagram guidelines that doesn't like that stuff, I loved what I saw," Hiro laughs maliciously at Rihito, but still walks away. "If you want, I can make an OnlyFans account for you too..."
"No, thanks. I already have one," He responds, without looking up from his phone, and this time everyone at the table chokes on their respective drinks.
"You- you have an OnlyFans account? Are you serious?!," Himuro widens his eyes, to which Rihito rolls his.
"Calm down, it’s just so I can follow those who really make content."
"Oh... now we know why you’re always broke at the end of the month," Kaneda comments.
"Then let's do a creator account, I want to help," Hiro laughs.
"No offense, bro, but I don't want to have a literal devil's advocate as a manager or anything like that," Rihito snorts. "Anyway, I've already chosen the pic. What do I do now?"
"Here, as soon as you post it… That’s it. Now press this button here...," Hiro teaches him. "Hey, Tomoh, it's Sekihyo, right?," When Tomori confirms, he laughs a little mischievously. "Oh, this is going to be great," he laughs softly. "I know her username, it's @akaneagata. That's it, all together. Aaand there you go! Enjoy," he gets up and pats Rihito on the back. "Now that I'm sure of who it is, I feel way more at easy, hahaha."
"Sekihyo? That Sekihyo?!," Kanami looked up, surprised; she was now sitting next to Ohma. "Ooooh... I know that one," she makes a face, returning to her boyfriend's side, mumbling, "Good luck, you'll need it."
"Yes, he will," Tomori nods, very solemnly, while Rihito frowns, checking the profile.
"Sekihyo? Is that a nom de guerre or something?"
"Yep! Look at the photos and tell me if it's not an extremely suitable name," She suggests, and he, even more interested, scrolls the bar with his finger to scroll down the photos.
And what photos. She looked like a model posing for a photo studio, always in the best angles. She was a little thin but not like Tomori, especially in the breasts department, which happened to be the roundest, and almost sticking out of her clothes, almost always accompanied by a coat that looked to be made of fake fur. Fur, leather, leopard prints… if she were older, she would definitely be the flashy type, but damn, how good that fashion style looked on her. And her skin was similar to Himuro's, but her blonde hair... she was clearly one of those Gyaru, who he saw walking down the streets of Tokyo in groups. And she had a tattoo of red leopard prints on her shoulder, living up to her name.
Himuro and Kaneda see how Rihito's eyes widen, his chin dropping a little as his face reddens. They knew that expression too well. The two exchange a quick glance with Okubo before leaning in to peek, very curious.
"Uh- wow!," Himuro’s eyes widen a little too. "Now that nom de guerre makes a lot of sense. A Gyaru with a capital G…"
"Indeed," Kaneda agrees with a nod. "And she's a close friend of yours?"
"I’ve known her since high school,” Tomori says, smiling a lot. "Naoh, do you remember when I told you that I got into a fight with a girl and almost got kicked out of school? A fight that involved a baseball bat and everything…"
"Wow, was that her?!," his eyes widened too. "She didn't end up with permanent brain damage, did she?"
"Two damaged brains, going on a date…," Kanami scoffs, making Ohma laugh softly.
"And if she hadn't, she must have it now, considering she agreed to go out with "Rihito, Himuro raises an eyebrow, to which Kaneda laughs softly.
"Fuck off, all of you!"
Hiro laughed out loud from the counter.
Tomori laughs too, shaking her head, "She always had brain damage, hahaha! And she returned the kindness later, she gave me a black eye and everything. We had a hell of a cat fight, were both suspended for a week, and the following month we were already going out shopping together as if we had always been the best of friends!"
"And we thought it was just us, professional fighters, who made friends like that," Kaneda jokes with a chuckle.
"With me and Ichiro it was the same thing...," Ohma shrugs. "Except the shopping."
"Yeah...," Rihito nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen. The others watch him closely, already preparing themselves for the whistles, the extremely inappropriate comments, the howls. They don't come, however. Tomori then asks, a little hesitantly, "So? What do you think of my friend?"
Rihito looks up at her. And then he smiled a lot, his cheeks a little flushed.
"Wow, Tomori, she's beautiful!"
Uh... yeah, definitely none of them were expecting that kind of response.
"Oh… apparently our moral beatings got in…," Hiro comments, laughing. Kanami laughs louder.
"... Kaneda, check his pulse, quickly. See if he's not dying, in a feverish state or something," Himuro says, eyes wide, to which Kaneda exclaims, "We have to take Rihito to the hospital! There is something very wrong with him!"
"Shut up, you two, I’m fine!," Rihito grumbles impatiently. "You wanted me to behave, right? So I'm trying to do that from now on!"
"Uh... that's great!," Tomori opens a huge smile. "She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?"
"A lot! I had never dated a Gyaru before. I see that I'm going to start well. And yes, the tattoos are quite appropriate, considering her nom de guerre," He carefully observes the pattern of spots tattooed on one of the girl's shoulders. "A panther, huh? I like it," He opens an insinuating half smile. "That's what I call a coincidence…"
"Huh? Why?," Kanami asks, innocently.
"Well... let's say that panthers and leopards are also an inspiration to me, when I'm inside a ring," He arches an eyebrow, raising two of his fingers. "I have the claws and everything to prove it. That girl and I are going to get along really well. Big cats sometimes roam in packs, hehe."
"Oh, that's true. You even wear shorts with leopard prints and everything," Kaneda nods, crossing his arms.
"Isn't a panther a kind of lion or something?," Ohma asks, and Kanami shows him an image on her phone screen. "Ooh... so that's the animal," Ohma nods. "Yeah, it matches the Razor."
"I see… that’s clever," Kanami agrees. "So it’s just a matter of setting the date up, right?
"Oh yes…," Okubo nods, seriously. "And it will be the four of us. We're free this coming weekend, what about you?"
"Yes, I- wait, the four of us?," Rihito blinks, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Uh... so, Naoh had the idea of us going on a double date. You know?," Tomori gestures a little. "Both of us, you two..."
Rihito blinks again. And then he grunts to Okubo, "Who told you that a moron like you could come up with ideas, even more so stupid ones like that?! A double date, that's just what I needed!"
"It's your fault, you jerk! Your fame fucking preceds you. We were worried at the thought that you were going to scare away the poor woman. Don't forget that it was only when you shut up that that catfish bite the bait!"
"Fuck you, you’re jealous because I was the one who caught it!,"
"Oh, but the idea is great! That way, you can keep an eye on him," Kaneda says, and Himuro nods.
"Yep. I would say it would be to ensure that the girl doesn't get uncomfortable to the point of wanting to run away, but after seeing her photos, it would be more to ensure that Rihito doesn't end the night needing to put ice on his balls because he got kicked."
"Fuck off! Ugh, is this really necessary? I already said I'm going to behave!," He assures, to which Tomori shakes her head.
"It's already decided. Not to mention that we will enjoy the night too. We're a little tired of only being able to sit quietly next to each other on a sofa, while my father sings enka at karaoke and my brother challenges Naoh to an arm wrestle."
"Ugh, I know how that is," Kanami grimaces. "Well, then good luck to you guys, especially to Rihito."
"Heheheheh… you can fall in love but don’t fool yourself, dear," Hiro jokes. "Fight well, soldier."
"Hnf. No need to worry, lil' fairy. I don't fall in love, simple as that," Rihito lifts his chin haughtily. Himuro and Kaneda look at each other and shake their heads, saying nothing. Tomori rolls her eyes, then turns around and says, "Oh, and before I forget! Two more of my friends asked for your DMs, Himuro. Can I give it on to them?"
"Sure. What are their names?"
"Karin and Mariko. They are former college classmates. Do you want to meet them here at the bakery?"
"That's where I met the other two, Yuzuhira and Makoto, so it's more than fair. You can tell them I'm free on Wednesday," Himuro combs his hair back with one hand, very naturally, his eyes closed. Rihito glares at him in anger.
"Two more numbers? Now you have, like, four of 'em! Greed is a sin, you know? You're going straight to Hell, you slut!"
"All this just because I didn’t want to give you the number of one of them? Envy is also a sin. See you there, asshole."
"I already know that I'm going to Hell anyway. I remember hearing a devil laughing when I died," Ohma comments, as naturally as Himuro. Kanami grimaces.
"Ohma, don't say that...," she gets goose bumps. Ohma hugs her shoulder, laughing softly.
"And you said he's frigid," Okubo points at the two, looking at Rihito. "He even looks kinda cute."
"Hmph. He is, when it comes to us," Rihito snorts, turning his attention back to his phone, still admiring Akane's profile. Tomori speaks softly to Okubo, "I'm honestly relieved that he didn't make a scene when he saw Akane's photos. I think what I said really got into his head."
"I just hope it stays that way, love… I really do."
"Me too. Anyway...," She gets up from the chair, hitting her hands on her skirts to unwrinkle them. "We need to close everything, don't we, Kanny? And go help Paikon too."
"Yes, yes… let go of me, Ohma…," she laughs a little when he doesn't let her go, and breaks free when she threatens to squeeze his ribs. And she quickly goes to the kitchen with Tomori. "Let's go, I have things to do at home."
"Okay! I'll be right back, love," Tomori leans in to kiss Okubo's cheek; He was so tall, she didn't need to bend down too much to reach him, even with him sitting down. "And I'll bring you the leftover cookies from today's batch."
"Ooh, thanks a lot, babe," he pulls her towards him a little, in a quick but strong hug, making her laugh. And then he watches her leave. The others look at him grimacing, and he looks right back. "What?"
"Ugh" the others make a collective groan, except, of course, the seaweed head, who was still absorbed in his phone.
"Hey girls, I have some important business," Hiro also enters the kitchen, with a note in his hand. "There's something that's not working…," and his voice dies with the distance.
This time, Rihito didn't seem to care much about the sweet couple. He was still very focused on his phone. He only looks up when he realizes that Ohma, Okubo, Himuro, Kaneda and him were alone.
"Are they gone?"
"Uh... yes?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow. And then they all startle when Rihito slams his hands on the table, his face red and a little sweaty, his eyes wide and an expression of absolute delight on his face. And when he speaks, it's low enough for only them to hear, but the excited tone is unmistakable.
"Holy crap! Did you guys see the size of those tits? Shit, that girl's hot as fuck!"
Himuro and Kaneda let out a huge grunt together, the first putting his hand over his face, the second throwing his head back.
"Damn, we spoke too soon!"
"For fuck's sake, man! You were only waiting for the girls to leave to let the dogs out, huh," Okubo growls.
"I knew that was gonna happen," Ohma comments, looking aside. "I even counted to three, couldn't be more accurate."
"Seriously, aren't you ashamed of yourself, Rihito? What about all the things Tomori said to you? Did they go in one ear and out the other?," Kaneda asks in a censorious tone, to which Rihito shakes his head vigorously.
"Of course not, I listened and absorbed everything! I'm going to be the most respectful and gentlemanly guy I can be and keep my hands to myself... until it's time for me to bury my face in those melons until I choke!," He again makes that gesture of squeezing the air again, as if pressing invisible horns. "It took a while, but the universe finally decided to throw me a fucking bone! I'm about to cure these blue balls for good, my guys!"
"Fuck, I give up," Himuro groans, "I thought that, after Okubo straightened himself out, there might still be hope for this idiot. But no, he's a hopeless case."
"If I, the frigid one, according to you, could do it..." Ohma says with a laugh. "Anything is possible."
"Yeah, you just needed a new heart for that, one that can beat and pump in the right place," Okubo mocks. "That's all. In his case, he needs a brain..."
"Brain? Only if it can help me with oxygenation, because I'm going to need a hell of a breather to give this chick some action! But it's okay, I'll make the sacrifice!," He rubs his hands; he was almost salivating. "The noblest sacrifice I have ever made, yes sir."
"Poor girl..."
"For what? I'm going to do her so good she'll beg for an encore after the other! Now whether I'll agree or not is another story," He combs his hair back, trying to imitate the gesture that Himuro had made earlier, but not with nearly the same charm. Ohma holds back his laughter.
"He looks like a dog, minus the tongue sticking outta his mouth," Okubo comments, and Ohma lets out a half scream and stops laughing again, sobbing as he holds on, hiding his face.
"No, man, that's mean…," he manages to recover quickly. "You're offending the dogs."
"Whatever, man, I'm the biggest dog on the kernel! And the big dog here will feast!," He throws his head back and opens his mouth, but chokes hard when Himuro hits him with a slap to the throat, shouting: "I swear to God, you idiot, if you howl in the middle of the bakery, I'll kick your mouth so hard that you'll have to start brushing your teeth through your ass!
"Aack! Fuck you, dude!," He coughs hard. "Are you trying to kill me?!"
"Leave it alone, Himuro," Kaneda sighs in defeat, shaking his head. "The only thing we can hope for now is that he really follows Tomori's advice and waits until the right time to start with this nonsense."
"I'll wait, I swear! It will be worth it, every second...," And he raises his fingers again in Vs for Victory.
"If he doesn't wait, record the whole thing and send it to me. My videos with Kanami scaring him went... how Koga called it...? Oh yes, viral!," Ohma smiles satisfied. "I finally beat that fuzzy backstabber!"
Next Chapter HERE
#kengan omega#kengan ashura#heavybakery#fanfiction#kengan oc#kengan ashura imagines#kengan memes#aneenasevla#red velvet#lihito#rihito#ichiro nakata#nakata ichiro
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Malikah #3 Perjalanan Setahunku
Kalau di bayangan orang lain ketika mendengar kata Malikah adalah roti, mie ayam, fotocopy, atau sektor lainnya. Maka, yang terbesit di pikiranku adalah sekumpulan ilmu, pembelajaran, pengalaman, berbagai masalah dan solusinya, bertemu dengan berbagai macam karakter, gimana menyikapi masalah yg sewaktu-waktu muncul, dan berbagai macam hal lainnya.
Yaa, begitulah aku mengartikan sebuah kata malikah.
Sebuah nama yang dulunya aku juga mengartikan sama. Tempat langgananku beli roti dan kopi (Malikah Bakery). Tempatku memenuhi kebutuhan sehari-hari (Koperasi Mahasiswi). Setahun terakhir ini pemahaman sederhanaku berubah drastis. Sebuah nama yang akhirnya mengisi hari-hariku. Sebuah nama yang menjadi takdirku yang dimana aku harus memberikan yang terbaik.
Kalau boleh berterimakasih. Maka, yang pertama kali kuucapkan untuk Malikah.
Terimakasih, sudah menjadi tempatku bertumbuh, tempatku belajar banyak, tempatku berkali-kali mengatakan ooh gitu, tempatku bertemu orang-orang hebat, tempatku terbiasa dengan kata mendadak, tempatku menemukan diriku yang baru.
Alhamdulillah.
Bagiku, masih sangat sedikit yang bisa kuberi. Bahkan, setahun inipun masih kurang.
Mungkin, doa-doakulah yang nanti akan menyertainya. Entah untuk Malikah itu sendiri, entah untuk para elemen-elemen di dalamnya:)
Terimakasih👑❤️
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really needing art of Akane and Aoi going to the bakery/pastry shop because Akane said they would when they were talking in the tunnel, it would be so cute
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hi!!!! do u have more headcanons about akane or terukane??
of COURSE!!
here's some headcannons for Akane and TeruKane♡
Akane likes to paint his nails black
Teru can never keep them on no matter how hard he tries to not ruin them, but it doesn't bother Akane.
TeruKane like to hug each other from behind, mainly bc they just like to but also to hide their red faces.
they like to sit in the warm living room and read together bc I said so.
Akane loves flower language so he can get 'the perfect flower' for the one he loves
he tried to get help from Aoi on growing a flower but it died on him and he was so upset about it but made sure Teru never found out.
Teru loves dancing in the rain but Akane hates getting wet so he just watches his bf dance untill he's eventually pulled in.
Akane also wears plain black piercings bc Yamabuki got him into them.
Akane's realization of being demiboy was ground crushing because he always never got the third gender thing or when people say "you just know".
Teru is so bad at flirting or trying to be smooth that it's just embarrassing
and Akane is too oblivious to realize he's [trying]flirting.
but Akane can pull the moves on Teru but they both just end up flustered.
Akane got his lizard when he just turned 14 after saving up to buy him himself, his lizard is 2 years old now.
the mokke always like to be around Akane, but he can never decide if they're just making fun that he can't see them or they're plotting to take his seat number.
Akane likes to leave notes for Teru to find but he doesn't know Teru keeps every one of them.
Akane brings sweet treats from a bakery once in a while for Teru because he knows how much Teru loves them.
Teru always gets Akane a shake the next day bc he feels bad that he went all the way to a bakery for him
did I mention Akane loves shakes? no? Akane loves Shakes ok and I swear it's cannon, just don't check.
TeruKane always randomly say 'i love you' to each other to piss each other off but secretly put a lot of love into it.
TeruKane like to pinch each other's ears when they sneak up on each other but always kiss them afterwards to make the pain go away.
Akane also gives neck and hand/palm kisses and Teru can't handle it and turns red.
Akane loves holding Teru's hand bc it's so warm and surprisingly gentle for how rough it is from his hand calluses from his spirit blade.
Akane started calling Teru babe after they started dating bc he did.
TeruKane go on coffee cafe dates together.
TeruKane always fight over the tabs and end up wrestling each other to pay for their food/drink.
Akane likes to burrow his face into Teru's chest bc Teru always has a nice clean smelling shirt on.
TeruKane smell like peach blossom and sage bc they just do.
Akane adores Teru's eyes and always find himself lost in the bright aqua swirled with light blue
and Teru adores Akane's hair and loves the bright shades of vermillion and brown in the natural light from the student council room.
ok but TeruKane loves kissing/kisses but don't kiss each other often, even tho they both always want to kiss each other goodbye.
TeruKane don't play many videogames/board games with each other bc they always get too competitive and get so frustrated with each other they don't talk for days.
TeruKane like watching the sunset together bc I said so.
TeruKane like to binge watch shows on the weekends.
Akane actually likes cute pixal games.
I hope these are enough ! or at least enough for now to saint your hunger♡
#these ended up more TeruKane then Akane but thats ok#i mean it had Akane in it so#feel free to ask for more !#im always happy to give some#tbhk#jshk#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shonen hanako kun#jshk manga#akane aoi#terukane#teru minamoto#manga#tbhk headcanons#terukane brain rot#terukanr headcanons#minamoto teru#aoi akane#tbhk terukane
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Yasuhiro Hagakure.
//Ah yes, time for the other survivors;
Yasuhiro Hagakure:
Yasuhiro starts to realize he's good with tech and begins to work on becoming a IT worker.
He's crashes the car into Monaca's secret lair and kills her.
Yasuhiro and Masa break in somewhere which Yasuhiro begins to distract the owner.
Byakuya Togami:
Byakuya begins to search for his family while the investigation is going on.
Byakuya opens a bakery and becomes a better person.
Byakuya and Makoto get into a discussion about re-opening Hope's Peak and explain why it's a bad idea.
Kyoko Kirigiri:
Kyoko starts to trust evidence with Masa after a break-in at her home had happen.
Kyoko is going to die during the trial.
Kyoko starts to have a flashback about Yui as speaking with Fuhito about the investigation.
Sakura Ogami:
Sakura and Mondo get into a fight which Sakura won.
Sakura speaks about her mother who was a former Hope's Peak Student.
She starts to train with Akane and Nekomaru when Nekomaru has his heart attack.
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Ibuki did you hear that Class 78 had someone rank all the girl’s booties? You should do the same to your class! I’m sure you’re dying to get close and personal!
Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!
"Ibuki would love too! Her class is filled with such bodacious booties, even a seasoned pirate would find trouble resisting!!" she chirped, mouth drooling as she began to think about the rumps her friends had.
7. Akane - "Don't Ibuki wrong! Even for a woman specialized in being a top heavy champ, Akane's butt has it going on! but-but-butt! Even Ibuki sees her bubble butt is just the icing on the cakes of everyone else's! Bonus points for usually going commando! Ibuki gives you a A for Akane is just as good for other areas!"
6. Peko - "Peko-Peko is super sexy, and her butt is also super firm! She really works out a lot and its amazing how she rocks a thong when you really get to see it!! I bet Fuyuhiko really loves seeing this out whenever possible! Another A for apple butts really work for this cool beauty!"
5, Hiyoko - "Ibuki has to admit it: Hiyoko really came a long, long, long, way! From being just a teeny tiny rump with a matching booty, to no needing two hands just to lift all this dough~ A for this ass-mazing journey!!
4. Sonia - "What divides the 'hot~' and the 'holy shit!' types of booty for Ibuki! Don't let her appearance fool you: I've seen her in the group baths and I'm telling you she's carrying an entire country back there!! Ibuki can't stop herself from bowing from that royal rump! A for all the way to Novoselic if Sonia decides to go back.
3. Mahiru - "Hehehehe~ Mahiru's so shy showing this off and I don't know why~ If Ibuki had the badonkadonk she's always carrying, s he'd be taking pictures every hour of everyday~ She'd make a killing selling such a jiggle fest!! A for Annoying Ibuki because she doesn't have it monetize!!"
2. Chiaki - "Gamer girls always got it going on and all that time eating nothing but junk food and dozing off pretty much went all to her butt~ Plus, its super soft - like a pillow!! bui can't help but dive in it whenever she gets the chance!" A for a bed and snacc all at once!"
1.Mikan - "She's the bestie with the dumptruck of life!! Do you know how many times Ibuki has faked an illness or got herself injured just to see this bakery Mikan had going for her? I'm surprised more people haven't gone that route. And she's always wearing such short panties under there!~ It's like she's just begging for Ibuki to never lay her eyes on any other buns again! A for...ah, being Ibuki's number one? That's good enough for her!!"
With her list done, Ibuki beamed looking proudly at herself...unaware of her seven friends right behind her, waiting for her to turn around to exact vengeance. How did the others take to her...means of judging?~
Part One End
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Yandere! Lyney royalty Au♡
Synopsis: lyney is a street magician that you seen 3 weeks before your birthday. After your dad sees you mesmerized by his magic show he decides to buy lyney and his siblings to be your personal magicians. Little did your dad know that this would be the biggest mistake he ever made.
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So picture this!
Originally lyney was just a street performer with his twin sister and sometimes his little brother as well.
But that all changed as soon as you came to one of his magic shows.
You were amazed by his tricks and enjoyed watching them. Genuinely having a good time watching his show.
It wasn't everyday that the princess of the l/n family actually seemed extremely impressed by magicians. Many have tried but failed since you were always able to tell what illusion they used.
But there was something about lyney and his sister lynette's magic that made you hypnotized.
By the time the show was officially over you seemed disappointed.
Noticing your disappointment your dad has the brilliant idea to buy the 3 magicians for your upcoming birthday as a surprise.
After that magic show everything seemed so boring but 3 weeks later you got the biggest surprise of your life.
The day of your 18th birthday arrived.
Like any other birthday you had there were lots of gifts.
But something was different this time. This time your dad presented you with something you'd never expect.
There stood the three magicians.
Standing right in front of you was lyney, lynette, and freminet.
In that moment you were frozen and bubbling with excitement. You quickly ran over to your dad hugging him and thanking.
But little did you know that lyney was smitten by you.
The second he saw you at his magic show he felt you stole his heart away. The twinkle in your eyes when he made something disappear and reappear or how he drew the exact same card that a person showed the crowd.
Usually lyney wouldn't let anyone buy him and his siblings so when your dad asked him he was going to say no but then realized that the same man he was going to decline was your father.
Lyney uses this as a way to get closer to you knowing that he's only a mere magician and you're a princess. So he automatically yes not wanting to leave his siblings he told the king that he would only go if he bought all three of them for $100 a piece.
When lyney saw you he felt giddy inside. He was mesmerized by your beautiful features your pretty eyes, your soft looking hair, your plump lips everything about you made him blush.
This didn't go unnoticed by Lynette and freminet though.
After a month of being your personal magician he finally tells his siblings about his feelings for you hoping that they would help him with the master plan he thought up.
When Lynette and freminet finally agree lyney is ecstatic.
A week later they put Lyney's plan in motion.
At dinner lynette slips something in everyone's drink that'll make them tired.
When everyone is finally asleep lyney sneaks into your room covering your mouth before waiting for freminet to appear.
When freminet gets there they all quietly bring you to the escape carriage they had prepared earlier.
They all quickly run back inside to trash your room and their rooms to make it look like a kidnapping. With the money they had gotten from the king they took you far across fontaine where he would never find you.
The next day the king was furious. He thought someone kidnapped his magicians and his precious only daughter.
The king looked for them for months but not a trace of them was ever found.
Lyney could finally be with the love of his life.
I hope you guys enjoyed this! Sorry I haven't been posting I've had writers block but I'm finally back on track! And I'm currently completing my first hotaru haganezuka request but I thought I would post my little brainrot for you guys<3 Also should i post a part two with yan! personal detective Heizou looking for reader?
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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 9
Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla
Chapter 9 - Drunk Jerk
Tomori thought that nothing, absolutely nothing, would be able to erase the smile that made the corners of her mouth hurt. But not everything was that simple.
She didn't stop smiling as she said goodbye to Okubo on the porch. Nor did she stop smiling when she saw him through the window, still watching her with that adorably goofy expression on his face. The disarrangement of her heart was very real, as well as the joy of being about to fulfill one of her oldest fantasies, with one of her greatest idols.
But the weakness that dominated her legs when she was finally safe inside her house, as well as the assimilation of the traumatic situation she had experienced, affected her in a very real way.
She barely makes it to her sofa, collapsing onto it and dropping her purse and shopping bags full of medicine and rose water onto the coffee table as she hugs a cushion, burying her face in it as she takes deep, slow breaths, letting the tears she had been holding back since she was saved earlier finally scape. She cries silently, not sobbing or sniffling, just allowing her brain assimilate that she was alive and well and safe. The idiotic kids wouldn't bother her anymore, not in or outside the bakery…
And yet, she dreaded sleeping alone that night, all too aware of the curtains she'd left open, her living room visible from the window to anyone walking along the sidewalk. Not that there were many people walking on the street at that time, but a traumatized and alert mind was not usually rational.
Maybe she would feel less paranoid if she slept there in the living room, with the television on, its sounds lulling her, and the confident looks of the various fighters on her walls, immortalized in those posters, resting on her... yes, it was pretty ridiculous, but if her brain was telling her that was the coping mechanism she needed to get through the night, she wasn’t going to question it.
She sits up when she's finally calmed down, taking a deep breath and wiping her wet face with a tissue. What she needed now was a nice, hot bath and then some food. The problem was, she wasn't in the mood to cook, despite what she'd said to Okubo a few minutes earlier. She could order takeout... yes, fast, easy, greasy food, just what she needed to drown her fears and paranoia. And dessert too. She'd kind of gotten sick of sweet things because of work, but chocolate was the official mood-lifter for anxious girls.
She gets up from the couch and heads for the stairs, dropping her grocery bags and her purse with everything inside on the coffee table, phone included. So, she only realized the amount of notifications she received when she returned an hour later, fresh, clean and with her stomach rumbling.
It was the constant vibration, coming from the confines of her purse, that alerted her when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Probably messages from her mother, worried about her delay in answering her texts, or wanting to know about the medicine she'd picked. She sits back down, picking up the phone and unlocking it. But she was surprised to see that the overwhelming majority of notifications were from Instagram.
Holy shit... was that photo still getting engagement? Hadn't she already disabled comments?
Exasperated, she clicks on one of the notifications, more specifically one made by Akane's profile, her friend since middle school and who made that completely random comment on the photo that made her Lihito's newest target. What else could have encouraged her to keep commenting? Had she asked for Rihito's DMs too?
She is immediately redirected to the post, startled a bit by the amount of comments. Jeez, there were a lot more than she remembered seeing when she last checked her profile on Sunday… what were they even doing? She specifically reads Akane's comment that redirected her to the post.
akaneagata are you still babbling about this shit? Gimme a break, let Tomolfie enjoy the attention her muscle-man's givin' her
_satokarin we're just warning her, honey. that's what good friends do
akaneagata and you think she doesn't know it already? She's been following that Okubo guy for years and you really think she has no ideia what kinda man he is? You don't know this bitch like I do
Tomori frowns, confused. Akane wasn't one to pick virtual fights like that, for nothing. And the comment from Karin, one of her former college classmates, also made her suspicious. She wanted to warn her? About what?
She checks the other comments, scrolling the comment section, wanting to understand what had happened there. And a specific one, made by another former classmate, Yuzuriha, catches her attention.
yuzu_riha I'm kinda envying @uta_tomo now, I'd also love to have these casual encounters with my idols lol. But it's a shame that okubo naoya is kinda bad news
Tomori feels an unpleasant tingling in the pit of her stomach. She reads the comments below this one, realizing they were on the same train of thought.
yasuchan wdym @yuzu_riha? Dude has the biggest mouth in uf, but he’s pretty chill and nice with his fans as far as I know
yuzu_riha so what? his history still isn’t the best
_satokarin IKR. dude's a HUGE womanizer, he even hits on those poor ring girls
yuzu_riha he also showed up drunk on tv, being detained by the cops and all
ladyuki didn't he also climb tokyo tower with another idiot?
yuzu_riha Yep. so fuckin cringe. sekibayashi and murobushi gozo don't do that shit
makootoko_16 holy fuck guys, tomoh is all happy to have met an idol of hers, and all of sudden you decide to spoil the girl's happiness like that?? that's mean
_satokarin but that's precisely why we're saying all that!
yuzu_riha we don't want to see her getting all disappointed and depressed. we're worried about her, like the good friends we are
akirawith1k no, you're just a bunch of phony, jealous snakes
The discussion continued for several comments after these, getting heated, almost escalating to verbal aggression at certain points. But Tomori didn't want to read one single line anymore. She immediately turns comments off, putting an end to the flood of notifications, her stomach still tingling unsettlingly, almost as if she's getting sick. She puts the phone down with an irritated snarl, nails digging into her arms, mouth twisting tightly.
Shit, why did those bigmouths have to spoil her happiness like that? Even Paikon had more finesse than that! And Akane was right too, it wasn't like she didn't know what kind of fame Okubo had outside matches and press conference stands. She had already heard the stories, read various articles and newspaper clippings, and watched the news.
A helpless womanizer. Had an apparent drinking problem. And had a tendency to commit minor infractions that had earned him nights in police stations. She knew all of this, but she didn't care. She just wanted a fun night with Ultimate Fight's heavyweight champion, dammit! That's all, nothing more. She wasn't daydreaming about dates in a row, flowers and chocolate, hand-in-hand walks, sappy love confessions, none of that shit. So why remind her that he wasn't boyfriend material if she didn't even have the intention of elevating him to that position? She was an adult, mature woman, not a nayve teenager, for heaven's sake…
And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about how polite and kind he had been to her in all their interactions. How he had fumbled at several points, in a bewilderment that she found adorable. How he was always willing to exchange casual messages with her, how he laughed easily when they interacted, how he rushed to her aid when she needed help, even without having any obligation...
“They don't know anything. They don't know him. But I..."
She closes her eyes and shakes her head. No, she wasn't going to dwell on those things, not when she'd finally gotten what she wanted so badly and the happiness at her achievement had momentarily overcome the earlier traumatic memories. She logs off of Instagram, getting up from the couch again as she clicks on her mother's contact, wanting to distract her mind with something, anything.
Her friends could play the worried part all they wanted. She didn't need that. She knew what she was getting into and what she would get out of it. She wouldn't take risks with possible disappointments, because there was nothing to be disappointed with. There was not...
* * *
Mr_Iron_Fingers:
good evening gentlemen
today an accident will happen
put 110 at the top of your phone list
cause our chrome dome head friend is about to fuckin hit it from behind!
When Okubo had heard notifications chirping from his phone shortly after getting out of a bath, he had rushed to grab it with an excitement that would have been embarrassing if he hadn't been alone in his apartment. But he was exasperated and a little disappointed to see that it was a message from Rihito, sent in the group chat they both shared with Himuro and Kaneda, affectionately named as “Golden Balls HQ”. It doesn't take long for the other two to add their own observations.
Gigolo:
dude, that one was terrible, even by your standards
but yeah, today is the big day, right?
did you go to the barber to get a good trim, Okubo?
you have to make a good first impression lmao
GiantKiller:
LOL
that was a low blow Himuro xD
but come on, don’t make him even more nervous
because I'm sure he is
Okubo rolls his eyes a little. That smartass, always making claims about things he wasn't even seeing, with that nerve-racking certainty... and knowing he was right only made him angrier.
Saturday had finally arrived and Okubo had prepared for it with the same dedication that he prepared for his matches, at least as far as his commitment to making an impact was concerned: he had bought new, more formal-looking clothes, and even invested in an expensive men's cologne (he would never tell Rihito that, for the sake of his dignity). He'd had the SUV washed, both inside and out, and had made the perfect selection of music to set the mood as he took her wherever she wanted to go. He'd arranged gifts, too: flowers, a box of swiss chocolates, and a set of exclusive women's shirts from the Ultimate Fight line, all with his own face emblazoned in different angles, colors, and artistic styles. In short, there was no way he could have been more prepared for this date.
...Except for the fact that Tomori still hadn't told him where she wanted them to meet. He'd let her pick the meeting point to be gentlemanly, but it was already six-thirty, according to his phone, and so far she hadn't made a pep. She hadn't given up, had she? Or did something unforeseen happen? He wanted to send a message, but he didn't want to seem clingy or inconvenient or desperate. So, in an attempt to distract himself from that anxiety, he decides to respond to his friends.
EggHead:
fuck off
I'm totally fine
just waiting for the time to go and meet her
I just got outta the bath
smelling good, looking good and more than ready for her
Mr_Iron_Fingers:
looking good?
only if you've had plastic surgery since wednesday lmao
but who am I to judge that girl’s tastes?
you're gonna bang her till the cows come home and that's what matters
Gigolo:
you're too interested in okubo's sex life, rihito
I almost think you want to join tonight’s party
whether being the one fucking or the one being fucked, idk
Mr_Iron_Fingers:
fuck off, himuro, do you think I'm a fag or something??
can't I be happy for my pal and that's it?
I already have a place to hang out anyway
I'm going to go get drunk at that bar where you work the most
GiantKiller:
The Dai-Uchu-Sakaba?
I think I'll go there too
I have the night off today
Gigolo:
my shift starts at 8 pm, so it will take me a while to show up
but I'll be there
then the three of us can toast to okubo's masterful success
EggHead:
lmao you guys are so full of shit
you talk like me being able to bang a girl is something worthy partying over
but thanks anyway
enjoy the night from your side cause I sure as hell will enjoy from mine
GiantKiller:
have you decided where you going to take her, okubo?
That makes the anxiety he had been trying to suppress return, giving him an unpleasant feeling reminiscent of heartburn. Holy shit, what if she ended up not answering him? Or if she just replied to cancel the date? It would be too humiliating to have to admit to his friends that there had been no date, let alone the part that interested them most. But that wouldn't even be the worst part. The worst part would be, yet again, being rejected by a woman. Even more so a woman like that, sweet, friendly and who shared so many of his tastes. He didn't know if he'd be able to recover from that particular blow, and thinking about those possibilities only made the burning feeling in the pit of his stomach worse…
It is then that his phone vibrates and beeps with new message notifications arriving. And his relief is huge when he sees that they were from Tomori's contact. Finally, holy shit! He immediately clicks on the notification to be redirected, the anxiety easing and a smile tugging at his lips.
Uta_Tomori:
hi mr okubo!
sorry for not showing up earlier
I had some setbacks and barely picked up my phone today
Okubo_Naoya:
hey!
man, I got worried thinking that something had happened to you
Is everything okay there? Were these setbacks serious?
Uta_Tomori:
nope
silly stuff lol
I already toke care of everything
so
is our date still on?
He allows himself a moment of youthful happiness, exclaiming a “fuck yeah!” and punching the air, before continuing to type as if nothing had happened.
Okubo_Naoya:
if it’s up to me, absolutely!
I’ve been waiting all week for this
I don’t want to spend saturday night any other way
Uta_Tomori:
me too <3
you said I could choose the meeting point, right?
there's a place that I really like, with great food and a nice atmosphere, if you're up for it
Okubo_Naoya:
I'm down for whatever you decide
what is the place?
She takes a moment to answer, and Okubo wonders if she was looking for photos of the place to make it easier for him to find the address. And he was right. The images soon appear on the cracked screen of his phone, followed by more messages from her.
Uta_Tomori:
I love to eat at this place when I have money to spare
their coffee is delicious!
do you know it? is close to Marunouchi
Okubo almost drops the phone on the marble counter in fright, his stomach turning cold, his fingertips tingling.
It was the bistro. The meeting place she'd chosen was the fucking bistro where he'd been humiliated by those college girls weeks ago. Hell fucking no!
He stares at the photos, trying to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, that it was just a very similar establishment, bistros like that used to all look the same... no, it was the exactly same place, he was recognizing the facade, the sign and the tables strategically positioned on the veranda. Shit...!
mr okubo?
you still there?
you didn't like the place?
if so please say something, I don't mind choosing another place
He only realizes he was ignoring Tomori when the messages continue to appear on the cracked screen. He grips the phone with sweaty hands, mouth tight with dismay, a very strange fear squirming in his stomach like a snake. He should be honest and say that he didn't like her suggestion, that he wanted to pick another place. He should come up with some excuse, because how the fuck would he be able to show up in that fucking place again?!
... But she said she liked the place. She only visited ir when she had some spare money, so it wasan't always.
What would it cost for him to do that favor for her? Even more so after all the consideration she'd had for him so far, making him those cookies, teaching him how to make rice balls, being that adorable creature and devoted fan... what did it cost to show how much he appreciated that?
“Your dignity, probably.”
... A small price to pay for that night to be perfect, he decides.
Okubo_Naoya:
I'm here
phone froze again sorry
and yeah, I know the place
sounds good to me
we meet there at seven, right?
Uta_Tomori:
yep!
I'll give you the exact address, just in case
I'm so excited, I'm looking like a fool lol
Okubo_Naoya:
me too haha
see you there miss uta
Okubo lets out a shaky breath as he puts the phone away, his stomach turning against him. Hell, maybe he should've said he'd rather meet her somewhere else after all. Showing up there with constipation, or worse, with a loose bowel from anxiety, would be the final nail in the coffin where his dignity lay. He returns to the group chat to answer Kaneda's question.
EggHead:
it'll be in a bistro she likes
but if it’s up to me, we'll just eat there and that’s it
I want to take her to other places too
Mr_Iron_Fingers:
and you goddam right!
fuck that bistro shit, a place like this doesn't leave anyone in the mood to fuck LOL
but what to do, you have to please the girl to get what you want
good luck there man!
Gigolo:
yeah, dude, good luck
give us some details later, when she lets you breathe lmao
GiantKiller:
yeah, but don’t forget my recommendations!
have a nice date Okubo
hopefully everything works out
EggHead:
thanks guys
He puts the phone down, griding both hands over his face with a loud grunt. He too was hoping for everything to work out in the end. But the memories of that afternoon in the bistro, the expressions of discomfort and pity on the college girls' face and the giggles of the other patrons, continued to haunt him, insistent and venomous.
What if he messed everything up again? What if he made a fool of himself in front of Tomori, enough that she never wanted to go out with him again? Screwing things up was one of his specialties, and nervous as he was, it wouldnt take much for that to happen.
He scratches his scalp, growling a little, heading to his room to get dressed. He didn't want to dwell on those pessimistic possibilities. There were still a little over two hours until the date. And until then, he would need to do something, anything, to clear his head.
He kind of already had an idea of what he was going to do. It would just be a hell of a humiliation, considering he'd just said goodbye to his friends. But it was like they said: desperate situations called for desperate measures...
* * *
Tomori had wondered at first if she would look too desperate if she arrived at the meeting point twenty minutes early. But as anxious as she was, she didn't seem to be able to put her ass down, so she'd better go ahead with the plan at once.
She had arrived at the bistro via train, with the sun already setting behind the huge buildings that surrounded the shopping area. She had chosen a table located on the veranda, overlooking the busy street, where she could see his car arriving. In the meantime, she could kill the extra time by perusing the menu, left on the table by one of the waitresses (they had a menu option accessible via QR code, but she found their physical menu, crafted in a vintage style, quite charming ), and start choosing what she would order.
Despite her anxiety, she couldn't stop smiling, still having a hard time believing that this was actually happening. It seemed too good to be true, being able to hang out in public with your idol so casually. So much so that she was afraid to do something that would ruin the night. She had even avoided posting about plans for that Saturday on social media, fearing that the universe would decide to punish her somehow for bragging. The only ones who knew were Kanami, Hiro and her friend Akane, who had helped her dress up for the event.
"Girl, after I'm done with you, this man won't want to share my masterpiece with anyone else. That discount King Kong will be wrapped around your little finger," She had assured ser, and Tomori saw her sharp smile in the reflection of the mirror in the beauty parlor where she worked.
And considering the money she'd spent on hair, makeup, and waxing, she really expected to get those results. She hoped he liked the way she'd dressed up, in a black blouse with elbow-length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, a delicate silver necklace adorning her bosom (and which discreetly drew attention to her cleavage, because she wasn't stupid) and a white skirt with a delicate floral print that reached just above her knees. Her hair had been styled, the ends clipped, all in such a way as to bring out its natural waves and make it frame her lightly made-up face with just the right subtlety. She even decided to put on some expensive perfume that her parents had given her for her birthday that she had been saving, for god's sake!
Would she sound too conceited if she told herself she looked gobsmacking gorgeous? That he would be a fool if he didn't appreciate all that production? Nah, it would be the purest truth and no one could blame her. It was precisely because of all this preparation that it took her time to send a text to Okubo, and she wished with all her heart that it would be worth it in the end.
"Good evening, miss," A waitress approaches, making a polite bow, holding a pencil and a notepad "Are you ready to place your order yet? Would you like a drink, suggestions for the entrée...?"
Tomori smiles, shaking her head. "Just a pink lemonade for now, please. I'm expecting someone so I'll place my order when he arrives, thank you."
The waitress nods, taking another bow before heading to the nearby tables. Tomori takes out her phone, clicking on Okubo's contact and starting to type.
Uta_Tomori:
I'm at the bistro
I chose a table on the veranda, you'll see me as soon as you arrive ^^
She puts the phone down, sighing contentedly, going back to reading the menu as she waits for the notifications to sound, indicating that he had responded. He usually didn't keep her waiting too long.
But it looked like this time would be different, because after ten minutes and the arrival of her lemonade, he still hadn't answered her. He didn't even see the messages. She frowns as she checks her messages, but decides to ignore it for now. It had just turned 7 pm. He was probably on his way, driving, so he couldn't look at his phone. She just needed to be patient.
By ten minutes past seven, she was telling herself it must be the traffic. The streets were chaotic during the weekends and traffic jams were a common occurrence. She finishes her lemonade and decides to order another one.
At twenty past seven, she was wondering if he'd run into a mishap. Maybe a flat tire? A surprise police raid? Police were even more alert to drunk driving on weekends. She had started to get hungry, so she decided he wouldn't be upset if she started eating before he did. She orders a baked camembert with puff pastry on the side and keeps waiting.
By seven-thirty, she had finished her second lemonade and had to go to the restroom. When she returned, he still hadn't arrived or responded to her messages. She was beginning to suffer from intrusive and unpleasant thoughts. Was it an emergency? Or had he had an accident? The anxiety was returning, and with it, the dry, scratchy throat. A third lemonade would help, perhaps...
And at seven-forty, her camembert had arrived, steaming and looking delicious. But no blue SUV looming at the end of the street. And no Okubo.
“It's still hot, so be careful, miss. Bon appétit," The waitress wishes her, and Tomori feels the shame gnaw at her insides when the woman gives her a sympathetic, pitying look. She was definitely thinking she'd been stood up.
And honestly? By now, Tomori was thinking that too.
"Thank you…," She says simply, bringing the wooden board with the camembert and the puff pastry closer, avoiding looking the waitress in the eyes, her thoughts in turmoil in a mix of worry, shame and anger that made her stomach churn, her eyes burning.
If something unforeseen had come up, he would have warned her, wouldn't he? He hadn't given her reason to think he wouldn't have that consideration. If he'd backed out of the date, for whatever reason, he'd let her know too, wouldn't he? It would be nasty of him, but more acceptable than keeping her waiting without any news.
He couldn't possibly leave her standing there like an idiot, could he? She didn't want to believe it, she didn't, but it was getting harder and harder to think otherwise... She starts eating, dipping the puff pastry into the cheese. It was delicious, and she hated the fact that she was eating it alone when she would have loved to share…
"I'll wait until 8. If he doesn't text me by then, I'm leaving!"
And then she jumps in fright when her entire desk seems to vibrate. The phone beeps with the sound of notifications, and she almost drops the cutlery in her desperation to pick it up. She lets out a shaky, relieved breath when she sees that Okubo has finally responded to her messages. Fucking finally! She hoped he had a good explanation for keeping her waiting…
Okubo_Naoya:
heey
sorry for t decay
**delay
imma comin
Uta_Tomori:
hey!
where were you?
it’s almost 8 already!
did something happen??
Okubo_Naoya:
noooop
tis okay
jus cant type now cuz imma on da roATRAQW3WEeT2
Uta_Tomori:
?????
mr okubo?
you okay there??
Okubo_Naoya:
FUK
sry i droped da bone
**phone
sonuvabitch almost rear ended me
but imma comin!
Tomori widens her eyes a little. Was he typing while behind the wheel? And what was that bizarre way of typing?
Uta_Tomori:
please don't type while you're driving
we can talk after you arrive
She puts the phone down again and goes back to eating, still feeling weirded out about the situation, but still relieved. At least he hadn't stood her up. Maybe it was just an unforeseen event, something he would explain better when he arrived…
About five minutes and nearly half the camembert later, she hears a high, sharp sound of tires screeching around a corner. She starts a little, and she wasn't the only one; all the occupants of the tables on the veranda did the same. She leans back, frowning as she tries to see the street, to identify the person responsible for the noise in the midst of all those passing cars...
And her stomach does a flip at the sight of the blue SUV, hurtling up the street at breakneck speed, just missing the back of another parked car when the driver managed to pull off an absurd maneuver that once again made the tires squeal. Holy crap, she'd been in a hurry for him to get there, but not enough to want him to break three traffic laws in the process!
The SUV finally finds a parking spot, parallel parking in a very amateurish way, the roar of the engine dying down. The people at the surrounding tables turn to their respective dishes and private conversations, losing interest in the lousy driver. Tomori sighs, relieved that the wait was over, but wondering if it would be appropriate to scold him for reckless driving. They didn't have that level of intimacy, but damn, he didn't need to run like that just because he was late...
"Miss Uuutaaaa!"
The scream causes her to nearly drop the cutlery again. She watches in astonishment as Okubo opens the car door and gets out... or tries to, at least, because he'd apparently forgotten that he's still strapped into his seat belt, nearly dangling off the seat like the world's buffiest hooks meat.
"Damn it...!,"He snarls, straightening up, and then almost falling sideways onto the sidewalk when he finally manages to free himself from the belt. He braces his hands on the sidewalk to keep from hitting his head on the ground, and when he gets up, he staggers to one side and crashes into the side of the car, snarling another curse. And then he turns, face red, eyes a little puffy and heavy, grinning like an idiot as he raises an arm and yells again.
"Miss Uta! Sorry for the delay, but look, I'm here!"
He limps towards the bistro, even braiding his legs at one point and stumbling before righting himself, which elicits a few giggles from the people at the surrounding tables. Tomori just stares, stunned, as he stops at the wooden fence that separates the bistro's veranda from the sidewalk, grabbing it and leaning toward her, looking at her with those heavy, reddened eyes that made her think of a basset hound.
"Wooow! You look...!," He puts a hand over his mouth, letting out a small burp "You look so freakin' beautiful, y’know? You already looked like that from far away, then I got closer and it still looked like I was far away, hahaha!"
“Oh…” She blinks, feeling herself blush. She definitely expected to be complimented, but not quite like that "Thank you… but I'm glad you're finally here," She tries to smile "I was getting worried, thinking something had happened-"
"Were you worried about me? Damn, t's more than I deserve...," He sighs heavily, resting his arms on the fence and turning his head to the side with an expression that she couldn't tell if it was dreamy or sleepy "I -hic!- I was thinking you would have left by now, tired of waiting for me, but you stayed here, thinking about me... you're so fuckin' cute, you know?," He then straightens his shoulders, smiling a lot while resting his hands on the fence "It makes me want to hug you! Hang on, I'll get there, lemme just...!"
"What- Mr. Okubo, what are you doing?!," She exclaims, startled, when he tries to get a leg over the fence "You can't enter the bistro like that, the- the entrance is right there on the left, look!"
"Ooh... really?", He looks to the side, confused, not realizing (or not caring) that he was causing a scene. The entire veranda was staring at them now, some people looking uncomfortable, others giggling. He then shrugs "Eh, I didn't come all this way give up, did I? Here I come!," And he jumps, swinging his other leg over the fence, and Tomori has to move out of the way as he stumbles and bumps into the table. She gasps in alarm when she sees the board with the cheese and puff pastry slipping and almost falling, but he manages to catch it in time.
"Whoa! Holy fuck, that was close! Do we get a discount for saving someone else's dinner? Hahaha!," He laughs out loud, pointing to the board in his hand, and Tomori feels herself burn with embarrassment when the occupants of the other tables start to laugh too.
“Er…this- this is my dinner,” She manages to say, unable to meet his eyes. Ahat the fuck was going on there? Why was he acting in that bizarre way? "Ours, actually... you almost knocked it over..."
"Uh… seriously?!," He widens his eyes, his chin dropping in an expression of astonishment "Well, thank fuckin' god then! But it wouldn't be a problem, because I swear I'd pay you another one!," And Tomori gasps when he grabs her arms and pulls her into a crushing hug, practically burying her face in his huge chest. She hears more laughter, but can't fight his arms in her mortified astonishment.
He had never been this physical before, to the point of being inconvenient! Why was he doing this? What had gotten into him?
And that's when she notices the smell that permeated him, strong, surrounding him like a mist and making her nostrils burn. She could make out the scent of cologne, but it was overpowered by the more pungent smells of sweat and...
Alcohol. That was alcohol. He practically reeked of booze, she concluded in shock.
“Did you- did you drink?!," She screeches, lifting her head and staring at him with wide eyes. He looks down at her, blinking, seeming slow to register her question.
"Uuuh..."
"Is that why you were late? You were drinking?!," She shouts, turning red, but no longer with embarrassment. Anger had risen in her chest like boiling water, even making her a little shaky "Even knowing that we had a date today?!"
"Ooh… I…," He starts to say in that slurred voice, letting go of her immediately and taking a few steps away from her "Yeah, I- I was, but it was just a little! I swear I didn't forget, I would never forget. Today you are my prai... my pro... my pri-o-ri-ty!," He separates the syllables while gesturing "I can make it up to you, if you want, I- I can even pay for this thing here!," He turns sharply towards the table, reaching for the Camembert… and ends up hitting the tray a passing waitress was carrying in the process, causing her to drop everything with a scream and the combined sounds of a metallic crash and glass shattering.
"Oh fuck! Sorry, lady!," He screeches while Tomori covers her mouth with both hands, moving away automatically so as not to be hit by the shards and spilled liquids "My bad, let me help you..."
"No, sir, there's no need...," The waitress starts to say, but a man, sitting about three tables away from Tomori, exclaims indignantly:
"Hey, those dishes were for our table! The fuck are you doing, you clumsy bastard?"
"Sorry, pal, but it was an accident. It can happen to anyone," He says as he crouches beside the waitress and... god in heavens, his pants were slipping and Tomori was able to see his underwear, why was this happening to her…!
"Accident or not, we aren't going to go without food because of you, you freakin' gorilla! At least shell out some cash, since you're the one who did this shit-"
"What did you just call me, you fucker?!," He growls, jumping up, and the man at the table jumps, alarmed, when he realizes the size and bulk of the other man "I already apologized! What else do you want me to do?!"
"No! Stop it, Mr. Okubo!," Tomori hurries to say, alarmed, and at the same time wanting to shrink and disappear before all the eyes fixed on them. Even the people on the sidewalk were staring, holy crap... "If you start picking up fights, I'll leave!"
That immediately stops him in the act of marching to the scared man's table. He turns to her, startled and gesturing wildly.
"Please, don't! S-Sorry, I promise I won't fight anyone! Seriously, I'm sorry...," And he opens his arms, going towards her, which Tomori quickly dodges, wanting to die when that again causes another wave of laughter among the other customers.
"Stop it! I don't want to hug you!"
"Sorry!," He raises his arms up in an exaggerated gesture "Fine, no hugging! I know I'm a little tipsy, but I swear that I I'll get sober, I just need some water-"
"Excuse me?," The waitress makes a disapproving expression "Did you just say you were drunk?"
Okubo's response is to shrug and bring the index finger and thumb of his right hand together, staring at them with narrowed eyes to make sure they're close enough to each other.
"A little bit…? Yeah, just a little bit..."
"In that case, I'll have to ask you to leave. We don't want that kind of disturbance at this establishment."
"Oooh no, lady, don't be like that…," He starts talking low, in a ridiculously velvety tone, approaching the waitress with a conspiratorial smile "I'm in the middle of a date with that pretty girl over there. Can't you cut me some slack, just this once?"
"Sir..."
"Is it money that you want? 'Cause you can have that if you help me. C'mon, now...," He takes a wallet out of his pocket, almost dropping it, and takes out a roll of bills, lowering and raising his eyebrows, probably thinking he's being discreet, but again eliciting giggles from the other customers at how obvious he was.
Tomori felt like crying. She felt like running out and disappearing down the dark street. She wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out of it. And to preferably never look that idiot in the face again while doing all this.
Why? Why was he doing this? Why had he decided to get drunk before going on a date he himself had suggested? That had absolutely nothing to do with the person she'd been hanging out with these last few days. There was no trace of the funny, cute and kind guy who made her smile like a fool, the complete opposite of the man she saw in the octagons, interviews...
"You don't know him. You never trully did. That could all be a facade, his public persona. Maybe you just met his private persona. Maybe this one is the real Okubo Naoya.”
She stares at him, feeling like she's seeing him for the first time. And what she was seeing broke her heart.
“… The check, please,” she asks suddenly, her voice icy. Okubo and the waitress stop arguing about his bribery attempt and turn to her, and he looked confused "You guys take credit cards, right?"
"Of course, miss. Debit or credit?"
“Hey, hey, hold on. Are we leaving already?," He asks, puzzled "But- But I just arrived..."
"We?," She repeats angrily "There is no 'we' here. I'm the one leaving."
"... What?," He seemed, again, to be having difficulty processing information. And Tomori had already lost any patience left after his last antics. She just turns to the waitress wearily.
"Credit. Just bring it quickly, please."
"Wait, Miss Uta, what- what do you mean you're leaving?," He insists when the waitress returns inside the bistro, now looking alarmed "Why? Was it because I was late?"
"Oh, I wish it was only that..."
"Was it- Was it something I did just now? Was it the hug?," He gestures, seeming to beg "I'm sorry, I- I was just happy to see you, but I swear I won't do that anymore-"
"It's not just that! You seriously can't understand what you did wrong?!," She yells, then puts a hand on her face, taking a deep breath so as to not explode in the middle of all those people and humiliate herself even more "Ugh, forget it! There's no use arguing with a drunk..."
He could only stare at her, wide-eyed, and Tomori did her best to ignore him until the waitress returned. She pays her check, barely able to meet her eyes.
"Thank you for everything. And sorry for the inconvenience. It won't happen again.
"Don't worry about it, miss. Come back soon," The waitress bows to her, and Tomori doesn't waste any time. She turns on her heel, walking purposefully to her table to gather her things, ignoring Okubo when he calls after her.
"Miss Uta, wait! Fuck... H- Here, lady, let me at least pay for the damage...,"
She quickens her pace, gripping the strap of her purse with both hands as she leaves the bistro, the low heels of her sandals clicking on the floor. She shudders and hugs herself, biting her bottom lip. It was the middle of summer, and yet she felt cold... it must have been coming from inside her, rising like frost, closing her throat and making her eyes sting, her vision blurring...
"Miss Uta!," She hears him come running after her, panting a little, and she shrinks back "Wait! Please don't leave like that..."
"I don't wanna talk to you. Leave me alone," She growls, without turning to look at him, but of course he decides to ignore her, like every stupid drunk there it was.
"Please, at least let me make it up to you!"
"There's nothing you can do to make up for it! You got drunk before our date, you made an ass out of yourself at the bistro, you threatened to start a fight and you tried to bribe a waitress, for chrissakes!," She stomps her foot and turns to face him, furious, and he looks even more scared when he saws her teary eyes "You- holy shit, you drived under the influence! Fuck, what were you thinking? Why did you ask me out if you were going to do something like that?!"
"I- I didn't plan it. I didn't meant to...," He starts to say, curling up all over himself and looking to the side "I... uurgh...," And he grabs his head with his hands, closing his eyes tightly "Damn, this fucking headache...,"
"Yeah, it serves you right! You deserve one hell of a migraine!," She stamps her foot and turns away again, but he quickened his pace to keep up.
"Wait, wait! I- I have some gifts for you back in the car-"
"I don't want any gifts from you!"
"A- At least let me take you home! I'll be worried if you walk all alone at this time-"
"You're worried about leaving me alone, but you wanted to drive me home while you're drunk? What's your fucking problem?!," She almost screams, red with anger, and he winces as if she's threatening him with a whip. He looked defeated.
"... I- I'm so, so sorry..."
And for a second, Tomori felt her traitorous heart ache for him.
“Why, why did you do this, why, why…”
She hated herself for feeling sorry for him and she hated him for giving her that kind of feeling. The best she could do was get away from there, leave him behind, try to forget that all that nonsense ever happened...
“But if he drives drunk, it could cause an accident. He could end up killing someone. He could end up killing himself.”
She closes her eyes, breathing hard through her nose, for a second wishing she was more like Kanami. She wouldn't take shit like that in a million years, and she wouldn't be as understanding as she was about to be.
“Give me your car keys,” she asks, holding out her hand. He looks up, eyes wide, suddenly hopeful.
"Miss Uta, you...!"
"I'll take you to your friends," She interrupts him before he starts to get the wrong idea "You were drinking with them, weren't you? They'll handle you better than I can."
His smile deflates like a punctured balloon. He swallows hard, his eyes seeming to waver for an instant.
"I... seriously, forgive me, I swear on my championship belt this will never happen again-"
"Mr. Okubo," She cuts him off flatly, her hand still reaching out "Give me your car keys. Now."
He, like her, looked ready to cry. She held his gaze, not giving in, not wanting to give him any hope that he could somehow get away with this. She knew his gab, his silver tongue. And now, she doesn't find those mannerisms so charming anymore.
He then sighs, reaches into his pocket and pulls out his car keys, handing it to her without another word. She brushes past him as she retraces her steps along the sidewalk, practically marching, and he follows with his head down.
The SUV, unsurprisingly, was not tailored to be driven by someone of her stature. She had to move her seat closer to the steering wheel to reach him, and she still didn't feel supported enough. She just hoped the trip was short. She asks dryly, "What's the name of the place?"
"D- Dai-Uchu-Sakaba. It's not too far away...," He murmurs as he sits down beside her, staring at his feet "Miss Uta, I-"
"Buckle up," She orders, not deigning to look at him as she takes out her phone and searches for the establishment's address on GMaps. And when she finds it, she immediately starts the car and starts to maneuver, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. She didn't even know if she would have the courage to go back to that bistro one day. And she loved that place so much... how could he spoil that for her?! Anger makes her press the accelerator harder. She just hoped she wouldn't get stopped by the police and have to show documents, because she'd never renewed her driver's license. That idiot was even driving her to break laws, for fuck's sake!
The drive had turned out to be silent for most of the way, and for that Tomori was grateful. She really didn't want to talk. He seemed to be aware of this, huddled as he was in the passenger seat, with his head down. At one point, the silence was so much that Tomori thought he's fallen asleep. Well, she just needed to dump him in that establishment where his friends were, and from then on, he wouldn't be her problem anymore...
"You're mad."
She turns to him for a moment, surprised. Was he awake? He appeared to be sleeping, with his head down and eyes closed, but there was no one else in the car who could have said anything.
"Huh?"
"You," He repeats, hands on his knees "You're mad at me."
"Oooh no! You really think so?," She can't contain the venomous sarcasm, squeezing the steering wheel with her fingers, her eyes back on the road "Does Ultimate Fight also pay you a few million yen to state the obvious?"
He laughs a little, coughing as he puts a fist in front of his mouth.
"I've never seen you so angry before. It doesn't even look like you."
“You don't know me,” she growls. And then she thinks:
“And I don’t know you either.”
“Yeah, I- I don't. I don't know if that scares me or if... or if it amazes me. Your anger, I mean. The way you faced me back there...," He shakes his head slowly before leaning his forehead against the window "No woman had done that to me before..."
Tomori lets out a grunt, not knowing if she was mad that he's making light of her anger or because he was pulling the ‘you're not like the other girls’ card. As if that would appease her...
"Don't you dare think that you can sway me by dissing other women..."
"It's not that," He sighs, letting out a small burp in sequence "Sorry. But seriously... what I mean is, I've never been close enough to a chick for her to feel comfortable like that and give me a hard time. Scold me. Ask me what my fucking problem is like that, without any fear. You're the first... the first one who let me get close like that, the first one who was interested in listening to me, talking to me, laughing at my jokes... the first one who gave me a chance...," And then he sniffs hard, hiding his face in one hand "And I screwed up, didn't I? I ruined everything... I- I'm a piece of shit..."
He sobs quietly, and Tomori almost sobs with him, her eyes so teary that she can barely see the road through the windshield. She told herself that this was nothing more than a crying drunk being dramatic, that he probably wouldn't even remember what he was doing when he woke up with a hangover the next day... but he was sounding so sincere, so regretful...
"No! That's enough! Don't be stupid! Do you want to be even more disappointed than you already were?!”
She shakes her head, gritting her teeth and keeping her eyes on the road, leaving him to whimper and moan beside her without another word.
About twenty minutes later, she finally sees the bright neon sign that lit up the front of the Dai-Uchu-Sakaba. She pulls over and parks right in front of the establishment, pulling the handbrake a little harder than necessary and opening the door.
"We arrived," She mutters, and he scurries down behind her, still fumbling with his seat belt. She hears voices inside the bar, even managing to recognize three of them.
"... couldn't have let him go out like that!"
"Seriously, Rihito, did you hit your head when you fell in the restroom? He drove off drunk, for fuck’s sake!"
"Dude, leave me be! I couldn't stop him, damn it, I'm shit-faced too..."
"We need to call him!"
"If any of us had Miss Uta's number..."
“We have the police number, that's something."
"Fucking hell, dude, do you want to see him locked up for the fifth time?!"
"Aaargh...!," Okubo, extremely red, passes by Tomori and opens the bar door, shouting, making the few customers inside startle "Don't make me look like an idiot more than I already do, you assholes!"
"Okubo!"
Tomori sees, from the counter, Rihito and Kaneda jump up from their respective stools; Rihito almost falls as he lands awkwardly on his feet. Himuro was behind the counter, wearing a classic bartender uniform. He's the only one not to run up to Okubo, but he looked just as relieved, putting a metallic bottle aside as he exclaimed:
"Damn it, I'm glad you're back! If the police caught you driving under the influence..."
"Rihito told us what happened! What were you thinking, getting drunk like that when you had a date? What were you two thinking?!," Kaneda turns indignantly to Rihito, and Tomori sees under Okubo's arm, that he didn't look sober either. He was red, puffy-eyed, and grinning like a complete idiot.
“We didn't fucking plan it, it simple happened. But you came back too soon, bro, we didn't expect to hear from you until tomorrow night! What's the matter? Do you need more condoms or something-"
And then he stops, his smile fading, when he sees a mortified Tomori, under Okubo's outstretched arm. She sees him go pale, sees how his eyes widen.
“Oh- ooh, shit… H-Hi, Miss Uta!," He nods with a weak smile "I- I didn't know you were here too..."
Kaneda's eyes widen in horror. Himuro hides his face in one hand, looking as mortified as Tomori. And Okubo looks over his shoulder at her, even paler than Rihito, terror etched into every line of his face.
"Fucking hell, Rihito...! Miss Uta, no- it's not what you-"
"No. I don't want to hear it," She cuts him off at once, her expression darkened like a storm cloud as she hands him back his car keys. She turns to the other three, continuing, "I already did my part by bringing him here. He's your problem now. Goodnight."
She gives a short, stiff curtsey before turning her back on them and walking away, quickly backing away from the bar as she pulls out her phone again. But of course, that persistent idiot wasn't going to give up as easily as she'd like.
"Miss Uta! Please, don't leave like that!," Okubo asks while running to catch up with her, sounding desperate "You're not well, it's dangerous to walk down the street like that-"
"I’m better than you. And I'm going to order an Uber," She snorts in response "Leave me alone, Mr. Okubo, please...,"
"I will, I promise I will, but I won't be at peace until I'm sure you got home safely! I worry about whether or not you'll be safe-"
“Oh, you worry about me? Seriously?!," She finally explodes, turning furious towards him, almost making him fall backwards with the fright that her screams provoked "Well, I'll give you a guarantee then! You can be sure I'll be fine, because it's safer to go home alone than with a drunk jerk!"
She stares at him, breathing hard, almost growling, as she watches him shrink before her eyes. He looked like he'd been slapped across the face, shock and hurt twisting his features like he was about to cry. Further on, Rihito and Kaneda watched from the bar door, perplexed. And she decided that she wasn't going to wait for an answer, if one was to come.
She turns, walking quickly away from them, not once looking back, digging her nails into her arms as she hugs herself. She only allows herself to stop after putting at least a corner of distance between herself and the bar. She finally looks back, and sees no one following her. A part of her felt relieved. But the other, hateful as it was, wished he'd followed her.
“You are an idiot, Uta Tomori. An idiot...”
She pulls out her phone, calling for an Uber through the app. And it is while waiting for the ride, in the silence of the deserted street, that she finally allows the tears to come out.
NEXT CHAPTER
#Kengan Ashura#Kengan Omega#kenganverse#fanfiction#Okubo Naoya#Naoya Okubo#okubo x oc#kengan oc#Rihito#Himuro Ryo#Kaneda Suekichi#cookies'n cream#the heavy bakery series
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Could I request Isagi, Chigiri, Kunigami and Reo with a baker reader?
Of course! I'm sorry if it turned out a little short but I didn't had great idea for this... but I hope you will enjoy this either way!
Isagi, Chigiri, Kunigami, Reo with baker!reader
TagList: @miya-akane - come get your gentle babygirl~
⊱ when Isagi first heard of it, he was pretty excited to see or more like taste how good you are at baking
⊱ it's actually pretty easy to impress him, it's enough you bake something edible that doesn't take completely bad and he'll compliment you with no limits
⊱ if you ever need any ingredients then all you have to do is tell him that and he'll literally run to the nearest shop and get you them
⊱ if you bake something just for him, he'll melt right on the spot, like you can see his blushing face and how flustered he is because of your gesture
⊱ he'll also give you lots of love and affection, and maybe even some compliments if he won't stutter on the way
"Those are amazing! You're really good at it! T-Those were made with me on your mind?! T-that's... cute..."
⊱ Chigiri didn't mind your passion for baking, he was happy as long as you were happy, so if it's something that brings you happiness then he'll do nothing less than support you in what you're doing
⊱ maybe it's not as easy to impress him as it is to boy above, but it still is pretty easy... I'd say it's enough if you make something slightly above avarge
⊱ be ready for him to compliment your talent like nothing else matters in the world before he becomes a blushing mess after realizing his words
⊱ if you ever bake something for him, he'll be confused at first before it clicks and his face becomes even redder than his hair
⊱ although when he finally gets over it, you can see a big smile of gratitude and even tho he still stutters, he gives you even more compliments
"T-that's so amazing, really! Your talent is just incredible... Did you thought of opening bakery? I'm sure you'd be the owner of the best bakery in whole city...!"
⊱ you can't tell me that Kunigami never tried baking himself, it may have been one time or so but he did tried it
⊱ that's when he he discovered that you like baking so much, he becomes pretty interested
⊱ so he'd be more glad than anything to help you bake, he may not be the best at it but with your instructions, you can be sure he'll do his best
⊱ he's actually hard to impress, sure he'll eat and appreciate mostly all pastries but if you want to impress him then you'd have to make something REALLY good
⊱ if you bake something just for him, he'll look at you like a puppy before hugging you closely and thanking you along with giving you many compliments
⊱ the secret is that he really wants to learn how to bake to also impress you with his abilities but he can't bake well so of course he needs someone to teach him which happens to be you
"So I was thinking recently... could you teach me how to bake? We can start with something simple. I'd just like to try it."
⊱ when Reo discovered that you can bake, he immediately was cruious how good you're at it
⊱ and let me tell you instantly, he had many well made goods but if they're from you, he'd always act like it's the best thing in the whole entire world even if you give him something trashy
⊱ so even if you want to get other honest reaction, you'd probably won't see it
⊱ but if you bake something just for him, his compliments he give you normally after receiving some sweet from you multiply by 10, so good luck because he won't stop even if your face will have all shades of red
⊱ the worst part is, his face is happy while complimenting you like it's nothing, only later to realize what he said and his face becomes pink
⊱ whenever you bake something while he's around, be ready for him to give you some hugs from behind or soft kisses as he watches you with admiration
"It's amazing! Everything that you bake is always top high quality! You must bake for a long time, right?"
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I head canons some things for the club leaders around March 30, so lemme share some over here ✨ If there's anything wrong then I apologize </3 Here’s for Amai Odayaka!
Amai Odayaka 🥯🧁
She would always wanted a pet cat in the house but unfortunately, she can’t have one at the moment so whenever she saw a cat wandering around the streets she would gently carry it and went to the animal shelter for caring.
In the weekends she would draw the meals that her mother baked/makes for their shop because of how delicious the servings are in the bakery.
Other than cooking, she also likes gardening and would usually admire Uekiya planting in her garden in the school.
Her favorite plant would be the Green Chrysanthemum, because of the cottage garden schemes, and also Uekiya showed it to her as a gift.
She, Akane, and Uekiya would usually hang out around the weekends, they would be either hanging out in a cafe chit-chatting or visiting Uekiya’s garden. (This is my favorite hc-)
She loves her parents so much that she would always help them out in the bakery, whenever their in-home she would gladly do the chores for them as well in case they are tired.
#yansim#yandere simulator#amai odayaka#amai#head canon#It's been April 1 since I continued this#Amai Odayaka head canons#akane toriyasu#uekiya engeika#yandere sim
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