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mchlgayser · 1 year

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─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

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shoyoist · 2 years

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— 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐄𝐃 : hanma shuji.

content: fluff + somewhat suggestive bec that's just how shuji is. he's got a couple new tattoos, which r inspired by leepoon-06's amazing art (linked at the end).

— . ｡˚ ♡ just waking shuji up for work & giving him kisses.

"my love," you whisper, shutting off hanma's alarm for him, after the third time it had snoozed itself and rung again.

the man doesn't stir where he lays on the bed beside you, wide shoulders hunched together as he curls up under the blankets, his blonde-and-black curls tousled over his forehead as he buries his face deeper in his pillow. "shuji? you need to wake up."

there's a moment of silence in which you wait for him to respond, knowing that he is awake, before a muffled groan issues out from between the pillows. "doll. call 'saki and tell him i can't come in today."

"today's meeting is important though, baby." you hum, placing a hand on his back.

it's been a while since you've woken up to see your husband still asleep beside you.

the lazy kisses he presses to your face and neck to wake you before he leaves for work are sweet. and opening your eyes to a hazy view of him grinning down at you, all dressed up, smart and handsome in a pin-striped suit and gold rimmed glasses is a delight—

but really, if given a choice, you'd wish to wake up and turn around to see him sleeping in your bed over that, any day. but still, you respect and support him in his work, no matter how dangerous it is and how often it keeps you apart. and you know you can't let him sleep in. not today. "shuji, you know you can't miss this one."

"i know." he grumbles, voice deep and hoarse with sleep. turning around, he pushes the blankets away as he shifts to lay on his back with a sigh. "but i don't fuckin' wanna go."

the early morning light casts a dim glow through the bedroom, lighting up hanma's pale skin, and you get a beautiful view of the tattoos he's got across his chest.

there's another moment of silence, before you wrap an arm around his waist, over his stomach, and pull yourself up against him.

gently, you press a kiss to each of the inked snake heads that sit on his pectorals. "you'll be fine, you big ass baby."

"aw, fuck you." he mutters, pulling a face at you that just looks cute with his unfocused, sleepy stare and messy hair. then, he sighs, and turns towards you a little. "more."

"more, what?" you play, and he rolls his amber eyes at you, the bright gold of them flashing with mock annoyance. "c'mon, shuji. tell me."

it's the exact same thing he'd said to you last night, as you lay pressed to the sheets under him — and he remembers it with a fond chuckle, before he locks gazes with you again, smiling softly. "more kisses, babydoll. give them to me."

"where's the word?" you tease, placing your hand on his muscled stomach and lifting yourself up by your other elbow, looking down at him with a mimick of the mischevious smirk he always gave you.

"please." he says, surprisingly obedient, and you mumble a 'good boy, shuji' — before you kiss him again, lips on the sharp curve of his jaw.

he lets out a contented sound that's almost like a purr, closing his eyes and laying back as you kiss him. you feel him flinch when you exhale into his neck, tickling him a little, and you giggle when he gives you a warning pinch on the cheek.

hovering over his frame now, you cup his face with your palm, and move his head aside to kiss his shoulder, where the tattoo of the snake coils with the leaves of a pair of roses that are inked onto his back.

he barely breathes as you make your way down, lips trailing his collarbones and chest, relishing in your soft touches and mumbled praise. "so handsome, shuji."

his muscles are relaxed, and his skin is warm from having been nestled under the blankets for so long. "lovely," you tell him. "my shuji's a lovely sight to see in the morning."

"fuck," he says, large hands finally moving to slot themselves at your waist. "you know this isn't helpin' me get outta bed."

"these are good morning kisses." you chide, tapping him on the cheek, at the lift of his cheekbone. "you're supposed to get encouragement from them, and get up for work all energized."

"it's not working." he protests, flashing you a lopsided smirk as he runs his hands down to your hips for a squeeze, before bringing them back around your waist. "it's making me wanna do something else."

"you'll only get that after you come home from work." you shake your head, crawling over to give him one last kiss on his lips, short and sweet. "now go."

"that's a more convincing deal." he chuckles, sitting up as you rolll off of him, back to your side of the bed. "but," he pauses. "all those kisses on my tattoos, and only a couple on my face? just one for my lips?"

"your tattoos are pretty." you answer, settling back into the sheets and closing your eyes.

"you're prettier," he smiles. "when i wrap these tattooed hands around your lil' throat."

your heart jumps at the tone of his voice — but you've practised restraint. giving him a stern look, you nod towards the door that leads to your shared bathroom. "go. now. or you'll be late."

he lets out a laugh, before sliding off the bed and stretching his body out, arms in the air almost brushing the ceiling with how damn tall he is. "fine, whatever my doll wants. better be good 'n wait for me to get back home to you, though."

"of course i will." you reply, and after a pause, you add, "and you better be good and come back home to me, too."

hanma knows what you mean, and though he doesn't look back at you as he says it, the solemn tint of promise in his voice tells you he means it. "i will. i love you, baby."

"i love you, too." you say, watching as he grabs his towel and walks into the bathroom, the muscled panes of his chest and back covered in inked art, snakes and roses adorning his pale skin, where once there were only two tattoos — sin and punishment, on the back of his hands.

your husband conveys sin and punishment towards the rest of the world, with those hands of his, and once he's done, he comes home to you and offers you his heart and his soul, with those very same hands.

tells you he loves you, and that he'll do his best to stay with you forever, with the same mouth that parts to wish death to his enemies.

and of course, you accept. you'll kiss him good morning and shower him with cheesy praise like this every day, if it meant he would love you, and come back home to you every night.

you'd do anything. if it meant he would stay with you forever.

inspired by @/leepoon-06 's out of the world, absolutely gorgeous shuji art.

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h8ani · 7 months

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Tokyo Revengers Headcanons

Crack Edition: Moody GF On Her Period

Requested!

A/N - I hope 4 headcanons was enough! Feel free to request again! PSA this is my first headcanon so bare with me

Credits! The dividers were made by @benkeibear if you’re ever in need of any borders or dividers :)

𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤

This man will do everything in his power to NOT piss you off

For someone as dangerous and terrifying as he is

Hearing the slam of the front door has his knees buckling

The house being a mess was a constant argument with you two and the last thing he needs is the demon coming out of you

The house is spotless

Laundry folded and put away

Breakfast, lunch & dinner made to perfection just for you

You have this man feeling pressure from the moment he wakes up when he hears you groan in pain from your cramps

He’s scrubbing the counter tops one morning focused on cleaning when he turns around and flinches so hard he slips once he sees you

“Why’d you fall?”

“Floors looked dirty, needed to clean ‘em…”

𝙈𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

Mans has your period symptoms and remedies down to a T

Your cravings are no joke

Hangry AF

24/7

No breaks in between at all

All of Toman fears your time of the month and they only know it’s time when they see Mitsuya carrying a bag of snacks with him

While he’s in his meetings you have the bag to yourself

But when everyone is conversing and you catch Smiley joking around with you and you don’t find it funny at all

That boy swore he saw his last day

That is until Mitsuya comes by and hands you a bag of your favorite chips

Anger diminished

Crisis averted

Smiley can live to see another day

You turn to look for another snack when you see a pack of cookies waiting for you on the steps of the shrine

Then a few more steps and you see a drink

And then more snacks

And more

What you’ll think of as a treasure hunt to find all of your snacks is actually Mitsuya leaving a bunch of snacks for you to distract you

All of Toman is in his debt for this

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙞

He actually likes your cranky side

Mainly because he actually doesn’t bother you and it’s everyone else that has to watch out for you

You’re fairly okay when it comes to your period

You can do things and move around, so that didn’t stop you from asking Hanma to go to the farmers market with you

You make it through the entire trip without flipping out on anyone

That is until Hanma is paying for the groceries and items you two found when he hears a loud thump and a groan come from behind him

He turns to see you beating a grown man with a single pineapple

Where you found another he doesn’t know because the one you picked out was in his bag

He just watches you destroy the pineapple against the defenseless man because man, it was a sight to see

He only picks you up once he hears the man make a sexist comment

Hanma saw your eyes dart to the broom display a few feet away and he could only imagine what you were planning to do with those

𝙍𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞

Ran is probably the worst one to be around on your period

He thinks everything is just so funny

You’re overly emotional? He laughs

Because “Why are you crying at the chef boyardee commercial?”

“He found his way back home! He was left behind!”

He finds you most amusing when your anger spikes

Because why is his sweet little girlfriend turning into a demon of the night

You were snapping at him, snapping at his brother, you even snapped at the poor couch pillows going as far as chucking it across the room causing a glass to break

After that Ran’s eyes locked on his brother who was behind you with a cross necklace hanging from his hand and a squirt bottle

Rindou began chanting “Begone Satan!” while spritzing you with the squirt bottle

Let’s just say the necklace was now broken and Rindou was soaked, bottle now empty

Ran just sat back and watched while his brother now believed that the devil was in fact inside of you

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arlerts-angel · 16 days

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Tr letters =p, r, c , l

for hanma :))

p — pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

half and half! hanma really enjoys taking his time with you, but of course there are times where it's just right to be rough 🤭

r — risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh, absolutely. hanma has no shame when it comes to making you cum and will try almost anything at least once!

c — cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves loves loves when you swallow his cum!! 😍 he thinks it's so dirty and sexy, plus it gives him a bit of an ego boost (as if he needs it 🙄🤍)

l — location (favorite places to do the do)

hanma likes to take risks, so i imagine one of his favorite places to fuck you would be his friends' houses 🤭 and fitting rooms, so he can make you watch and maybe even capture the moment. . . "smile pretty for the camera~"

let's play the nsfw alphabet!

mdni by cafekitsune + gradient by benkeibear

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zeltqz · 2 years

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clouded || shuji hanma .

S U M M A R Y - You decide to take it a step further in your relationship with Shuji--taking him to visit your family and he thinks it would be a great idea to fuck with you during the family dinner.

T A G S - fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral sex, vaginal fingering, pet name, dirty talk, bathroom sex, spit kink (hanma is nasty as hell), overstimulation

N O T E S - i wanna improve on my smut so like....lmk how you liked it plz

W O R D C O U N T - 4.8k

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“Shuji?”

Your soft voice is barely reaching his ears. His body is tired and shut down as he lays in bed, eyes glued shut—but responds regardless. Using all his energy, he manages to mutter out a groan as a response.

You shift so you're facing him, drumming your fingers along his chest as you ask him the question you’d been waiting for your entire 2 year relationship.

“Do you wanna meet my parents?”

Your family is pretty strict—which is why you kept your relationship a secret for this long. They’re the typical no sex before marriage type, no relationship until marriage (which you’d told them countless times make no sense, but they refuse to hear you out).

They have no clue you have a boyfriend, in fact how they found out was an accident. You were calling them from your house phone, checking in on them since the last time you’d seen them in person was a couple months ago, when Shuji called your name from upstairs.

Shuji has a loud distinct voice and your mother has super-hearing, so it was only expected for her to hear the loud call of —‘Babe, c’mere real quick’—. You were frozen as your mother bombarded you with questions:

“You have a boyfriend?!”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“When do we get to meet him?!”

You panicked and blurted out this weekend, since you were planning on heading back out to the countryside to go see them regardless. Now that was sorted, the only thing left on your list was to get Shuji to come with you.

Shuji is… well… not the best person with his words. You know for a fact he’s going to blurt some bullshit out at the dinner table and make your parents hate his guts for the rest of your life.

And Shuji isn’t the type of guy you can just bring home to your parents. For one the tattoo’s. You had a migraine just thinking about how your parents would react to his tattoo’s. Your mother would most definitely faint, your father would drag him out the house and tell you to stop dating such a ‘thuggish delinquent’.

(You know he would because when your sister at 19 years old brought home her delinquent boyfriend, he reacted the exact same way).

You also know that it would take Shuji a lot of convincing to try get him to come see your parents — which is why you planned on asking him while he was half asleep, knowing he would just say yes to everything you were asking him to get you to shut up and let him sleep.

“Shuji?” You ask again to see if his body had shut down yet. When you see his body twist to face you, his eye opens just barely, you know he’s still awake. “Have you ever thought about visiting my parents?”

“Hm?”

You groan, knowing you’re going to have to repeat yourself at least three more times before he gets it. “I said, do you wanna meet my parents?”

“Mm-h-hm sure.”

“For real? It’s this weekend, and I’ll need you to cover up your tattoo’s and be on your best behaviour the entire day. Okay?”

“Yeah…sure whatever babe.” He shifts into a more comfortable position and drifts off to sleep. You take a deep breath before turning off the lamp on your bedside table, snuggling up next to him as you fall asleep.

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“Can’t believe you’re making me do this shit.” Shuji throws his head back against the head of the seat as cringes as he feels you apply foundation on his hands—just over his tattoo’s. The coldness wetting his skin with every press of the beauty blender.

“Stop complaining and give me your other hand.” He obliges, lifting his right hand and braces himself for the cold squelch of the foundation on his palms.

He hates makeup.

“Can’t believe you hafta do this crap every fuckin’ day.” He misses his tats already, his skin feels bare and naked being all covered up like this. Just moments before he drove to your parents house, you were running around different makeup stores, trying to find his shade.

He thought you were just playin’ about covering up his tats, like it was just a stupid prank to get him ready to meet your strict parents. But the moment he parked the car and you asked him to give you his hands, he knew it wasn’t a prank nomore.

“Stop complaining Shuji,” you pause your dapping to apply more foundation onto his hands. “I promise you my parents will love you. As long as you keep your mouth shut and act normal.”

“I do act normal.”

“You and I both know that’s not true, Shuji.”

He lets out a giggle and bites his bottom lip to suppress his laugh. It’s true—he’s a fucked up individual and you know it too—which is why he appreciates you so much. You accept him for who he is and don’t want him to change for anybody.

Except for today. But it’s understandable. It’s your parents. If today goes badly, then well… your future together won’t be as smooth as it would if today goes well. Which is why he’s willing to make the effort to be a gentleman.

Just for today though.

“Are you done yet?” He’s starting to get impatient, having to hold his arm out for you to apply fucking make up on his hands. It’s tiring.

“No—your tats are so thick, I need to apply multiple coats.”

“How bout—” Shuji removes his hand away from yours and lifts your chin up to face him “—you stop stressing, and let’s head inside already.”

“Do you promise to be on your best behaviour?” You drop the makeup supplies onto the chair as he’s lifting you from your seat, placing you perfectly onto his lap.

“I promise baby.” The corner of his lips tilting up crookedly as he brushes his nose against yours. He can feel you physically relax ontop of him and he realises that this is really important to you. Your parents' opinion of him.

He frankly doesn’t give two fucks about what your parents think of him. If they hate him, he’d continue dating you because he wants to. And he’d even marry you out of spite—just to piss them off.

Even give them front row seats to the wedding. Heh—he’s already cheesing just thinking about the irritated looks on your parents face.

“Why are you smiling?” You notice the grin on his face is one that reeks of mischief and you start to panic again, “Hanma, if you’re planning somethin—”

“Relaxxxx, m’not plannin’ anythin’.”

You lift your arms up to place them behind his head, scratching your fingers along the hairs at the back of his head. “I’m so nervous.”

He leans in and kisses you. It’s short and quick and you realise it was a kiss to just reassure you. Before he could tell you everything would be just fine, there’s a knock on the car window, and you both turn to face the woman.

All colour drains from your face as you realise who’s at the window. Your auntie who’s giving you an odd stare as she sees you perched on Shuji’s lap, engaging in a kissing session.

Shuji simply raises his brow—because who the fuck is this bitch to interrupt his time with you. He watches you as you scramble wind the window down, a forced fake smile on your face as you greet the woman.

The moment the words ‘auntie’ leave your lips, his amusement perks up. No wonder you've looked like you’d just seen the ghosts of your ancestors outside that window.

“Auntie? Hahaha, what are you doing here?” You try to act like you’re not sitting on your boyfriend’s lap right now. Even if you tried to move, you’d probably hit your feet along the gearbox and just embarrass yourself further. So you swallow hard and stay planted on his lap.

“I’m visiting your parents…” her eyeline trails over to Shuji, “and who’s this?”

“This? He’s my boyfriend. But, um, what do you mean you’re seeing my parents? I thought it was just me and them today?”

“No? It’s a family get-together. Your grandparents, uncles, siblings and cousins are there.” She calls over to her son and he walks into frame, holding a tray of food. The aroma hits you like a slap in the face and Shuji’s brain malfunctions. Fuck—he’s so hungry.

“Did you bring any food?” She sticks her head inside the car, eyeing the foundation bottle at the front of the car. The backseat is empty and her face falls into a slight frown. “Oh. I see nothing is prepared.”

You just want to sink into the chair and die. Shuji feels you deflate ontop of him and rubs circles into your waist, trying to soothe you. The action doesn’t go unmissed by your auntie and you subtly try to get him to stop, but he doesn’t listen.

She stands up and readjuts her clothes. “Well, I’ll see you inside? C’mon let’s go.” Your cousin gives you a little wave before following his mother across the street and disappearing inside the house.

“Well, that’s off to a good start.” You sigh and rest your head in the crook of his neck. His plain palm comes up and rubs your back, kissing your forehead, muttering something like it’ll be okay.

You’re a bit shocked he hasn’t felt the pressure yet. It’s not just visiting your parents anymore—it’s now the whole family. If you were in his position, you’d be shitting yourself yet he looks so relaxed…and unbothered.

“Ready to head inside?”

You wish you stayed inside that car, because the moment you entered, all eyes were on you. Your auntie clearly went and told the entire house about the PDA session going on in the car just moments prior because your father was burning holes into Shuji’s head as he towered behind you.

Your sister appreciated him and welcomed him with open arms because she knows how it feels to be in your position—except the entire family wasn’t present for her—your mother also welcomed him and you were glad because there was no fainting which is a good sign.

Shuji could practically feel a hole being burnt through his head the entire hour he was there. That stare from your father was doing a horrible job at trying to intimidate him. If anything, it made Shuji want to act out even more.

His fingers were itching with the want and need to give your aunties and uncles a sly stupid remark at everything they were saying at the dinner table. He could tell you wanted to leave with that forced smile on your face with every failed joke your relatives made.

He’s had enough honestly.

Besides, he couldn’t really eat the food with the uncomfortable stares he was receiving from your dad. Standing up from the table, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You felt like having a panic attack, the way your auntie was subtly taking jabs at you the entire dinner.

The moment you entered that bathroom, you splashed water on your face, trying to cool your burning hot face. You were mad, ashamed and upset. You were so excited for today and it just doesn’t feel like a family reunion.

You were so mad, you forgot to even lock the door. Well—you think you locked the door, only to see the lock becoming undone in the mirror. Shuji had picked the locks and entered the bathroom, locking it behind him.

“What are you—”

You’re shut up when he tips forward to kiss you, adding pressure into the kiss as he tips your chin up to kiss you deeper. You’re confused—but you accept the kisses because you really needed this.

It’s not the most appropriate thing to be making out with your boyfriend in the bathroom whilst the whole family is downstairs—but you’re past caring now.

He is your stress reliever; and you are his.

You can taste the seasoning from the food your grandparents made on his tongue as he kisses you passionately, hands on your hips to hold you in place in case you feel like running away.

When he notes you have no intention of leaving—he takes it up a notch, breaking the kiss to pin you up against the wall. The moment you feel his hands sliding up your thighs to lift you up and off the ground—you snap out of the little trance you were in.

“Shu—shuji, m-my parents are down—”

“Don’t care.” The vibrations from his voice tickles your neck as he trails sloppy kisses along the column of your throat, up to your jaw before stopping by your ear, “Need you so bad—fuck.”

That’s when you can feel it, just brushing against your thigh, his cock is prominent and hard, poking into your skin. He can’t go back down there like this. Not with everything that’s already happened so far.

You grab onto his face and smash your lips together, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum as he sighs into your mouth. Dragging your hands down his chest, you rest them just along his bulge, sliding your fingers along his length, relishing in the grunts and moans you graciouslly swallow up as you deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and mutters something into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin to distract you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, head knocking against the wall as you give him more access to your neck. His lips always feel so good, always enough to satisfy you.

There’s a wet sensation on your skin as he drags his tongue along your neck before latching his lips onto the skin and sucking hard. You don’t even realise what he’s doing until you can practically feel the blood rushing to that spot on your neck.

He’s giving you hickey.

“S-shuji, no marks–!” You groan when he doesn’t listen to you, in fact he’s heard you—he just doesn’t care. The wet suction on your neck feels so good—like he’s memorised all your special spots, almost has your eyes rolling back. You feel weak beneath him as his lips start sucking and nipping at your skin.

He can’t decide where to leave marks, so he alternates between your jaw and neck as his hands slide up to your top. “Take this shit off.” He mutters before getting back to work, teeth sinking into your skin like a vampire.

You whimper but oblige anyway—knowing that disobeying him gets nowhere. Sliding your fingers under your blouse, you lift it up and over your head. By the time you get it over your head, you can see Shuji’s eyes already oogling at your chest.

“Stop doing that, you pervert.” You reach behind you to unfasten the straps of your bra and the moment it falls to the ground, his huge palm is already grabbing your breasts, moulding them to his liking in his hands.

You can’t help but bite your lip—his hands feel so good. You regret covering his palms because you enjoy seeing the words ‘Sin’ and ‘Punishment’ on your skin everytime he manhandles you, or fucks you into oblivion, or plays with your tits in such a manner that has your knees failing to work.

“Shuji—wash it off.”

He flicks his eyes up at you. “Hm? Wash what?”

You know he knows what you’re talking about. That stupid grin on his face says otherwise. You push at his chest, creating some distance between the two of you so you can slide down to the ground. Grabbing onto his wrists, you walk over to the sink and run the taps. “Wash it off.”

“Yes ma’am.” The foundation rinses off easily, the big black and bold kanji reappearing on his hands. God—they’re so hot. You lift his hand up to your lips and press a soft kiss along his skin whilst looping your other arm around his neck, pulling him down to your level for a kiss.

He tugs his hands free from your grip and slides them down your body, gripping your ass through your leggings with pure nonchalance. His fingers squeeze and roll the flesh in his palms and it almost hurts, but you like it so much.

He lifts you easily onto the sink, the position is very uncomfortable but before you could shift into a more comfortable position, his fingers are sliding over your clit through your leggings. You moan softly as he presses firm against your nub.

“Raise your head f’me.”

“No more marks—please—” You swallow before tilting your neck to the side, allowing him to run his lips along your skin once more. The moment you feel his lips suction against your skin, you let out an annoyed groan, trying to rip his face away from your neck.

His hand is around your throat so fast you didn’t even comprehend when he had moved it. The chokehold prevents your movements and allows him to mark you up, kissing along your jawline and leaving red marks on the way.

You know for a fact it’ll be a pain to go back downstairs like this, and worse thing worse you didn’t bring any spare foundation for yourself.

Fucking Hanma Shuji.

“You promised me yo—you’d behave.” You manage to choke out. You swallow hard when his laugh vibrations along your skin, the urge to shove him away from you grows by the second.

“Plans change.” Was his response as he uses the grip on your throat to tug you down from the sink and onto your knees. “Now c’mon—” he runs his fingers along your lips before sinking his thumb into your wet mouth, “—gonna show me how pretty your mouth is?”

He looks at you as if he’s expecting you to respond despite having his thumb lodged so far into your mouth. You resort to nodding and reach up to his zipper, only for him to slap your hands away.

He pulls his cock out like it’s on display and it almost slaps you in the face. You always forget how big he is, despite fucking him so often. It was something you were scared of at first—now it’s something you crave. Whether it’s down your throat or shoved deep inside you to the point it’s bruising.

You. Don’t. Care.

“C’mon—need to feel you, princess.” Shuji grunts, tapping the blunt head against your lips, the movement smearing precum along your bottom lip. He groans when he sees your tongue dart out to lick at your bottom lip, savouring the salty taste of his cum on your tongue. “Dirty bitch.”

Your brows furrow at the insult. “Me? Dirty? I’ll never forget the time you spat inside my mo—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your facial muscles are flinching and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel something wet hit your cheek. Your mouth falls open in shock at the retaliation he just spat on you.

“Oops.” He giggles, bending down and using your already mouth to his advantage— gathering more spit inside his mouth before spitting into your mouth. You whimper and groan before swallowing, brows creased in annoyance as he smiles down at you. “Now suck my cock—before it falls off.”

Lifting your forearm up, you cringe while wiping the spit dribbling down your cheek. The sounds of his giggles above you just irritate you even more, but you’re leaning forward anyway, fingers ready to grab his shaft, squeezing tight at the base as you tongue along his tip.

“Shit—” He hisses and closes his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock. Sliding your tongue down his shaft, you apply pressure to the prominent vein that leads down to the base. “Goddamn—your fuckin’ mouth—”

He grabs his tip and grips onto your head, tugging you back before shoving his cock into your mouth. You barely even get time to breath as he fucks your face like a man that doesn’t love you at all. It’s noisy and messy and you’re damn sure if it wasn’t for the music blasting downstairs in the living room then the entire family would’ve heard the lewd noises coming from the bathroom.

The pain from your scalp, along with the burn in your throat makes this unbearable, but you can feel yourself getting wetter. It’s shameful, it really is.

You’ll never admit it to him; but you enjoy the feeling of being used and spat on by him.

You know you should feel ashamed, your family is downstairs whilst you’re getting your throat fucked just upstairs. Yet your fingers slip inside your leggings to rub at your clit. It amazes you how wet you are, wet enough to just stick your fingers inside you straight up.

The moan you gargle around his cock sends vibrations up his entire body and he opens his eyes and looks down at you finger fucking yourself as you choke on his cock. “You’re rea—fuck— really fuckin’ slutty. Look at you.”

You can’t help but whimper as he reangles his hips to thrust even deeper down your throat. His hands gripping tight on your face as he watches the shiny layer of spit coating his cock disappear everytime he re-enters your mouth. “Fuck—m’gonna come.”

You gargle something around cock and his hips stutter, before one last hard thrust and you feel his cum seeping down your throat. His hand on your head is pressing you against his pelvis to the point as he calms down from his orgasm.

The wet squelch as he pulls out, followed by the loud strings of coughs that escape your mouth. Your throat burns, your voice is hoarse but before you could process anything, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground and placed onto another hard surface.

The awkward dip by your ass makes you realise he sat you down by the sink.

“Sorry baby, went a bit too far, didn’t I?” He coos, nudging your nose with his own and he presses small pecks onto your lips, “but it’s alright, gonna make you feel s’good.”

He takes the fingers you used to finger yourself and sucks on them. It tickles, feeling his tongue lap up the slick remaining on your fingers. You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as your fingers disappear into his mouth.

He pops them out with a loud pop noise before sinking down to his knees. Using two harge hands, he spreads your thighs apart and tugs you forward slightly, a loud yelp escaping you as you brace your hands against the sink before you fall off.

He runs his tongue along your clothed slit, mouthing at your cunt through the thin fabric of your leggings. “What’s gotten you so sensitive, hm?” He smiles between your legs as he feels your thighs quiver with every lick he gives you.

“Shuji—please— fuck—!” You try to remove your leggings, desperate to feel his hot tongue against your clit. His hands stop you just before you can pull them down.

“Nah-uh. Not yet. Gotta savour this.” His fingers leave dents on your thighs with how hard he’s gripping onto them, mouthing against your clothed cunt like a man starved. “You’re already drippin, can feel it even with these on.”

His finger hooks between the band of your legging, pulling back before letting go, allowing it to snap against your stomach.

“Shuujiiii, c’mon—ple-please.” It’s embarrassing how breathless you sounded already. Embarrassing to the point he even felt pity for you. The relief you felt when he finally slid your leggings down along with your panties, hips lifting up off the sink for easier access.

The moment you dropped your hips back down, you winced from the coldness from the sink. But you immediately fell into moans as he started to lap up your slit. Sliding the flat of his tongue down from your clit, tickling against your hole before sliding back up. His lips suction around your clit and you have to fight the urge to not scream. A hand leaving the sink to cover your mouth. Soft pants escape you as he digs his face further into your thighs, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue pushes past your tight hole.

His skilled tongue expands enough to stretch your inner walls as he tongue fucks you at a pace that shouldn’t even be humanely possible.

“Fuck,” you whimper into your palm, grinding your hips further into his face for more friction. Your other hand, clutching tightly against the sink to keep you upright. The skin on your fingers changes colours with how hard your grip was.

You throw your head back as you feel him slide his tongue out, replacing it almost instantly with a finger that slips in way too easily. His tongue flicks at your clit before sucking down hard, enough to make you bite the skin of your palm to seal your noises.

As if you thought the situation couldn’t get bad enough, you hear footsteps climbing up the stairs before the door handle jingles. It was a miracle Shuji locked the door after he entered—otherwise you would be screwed.

Loud knocks erupt and you feel Shuji pause his minstrations on your clit. Purple eyes boring into your own as he examines the panicked look on your face.

“Y/N? You’ve been in that bathroom a long time, everything alright?”

You let out a deep breath, realising it’s only your cousin. One around your age and not some judgment aunt or uncle ready to break the door down to grab you and drag you downstairs.

“I’m good, yeah. Just fixing my makeup.”

“Ahhh, I get the feeling—” You hear a thud on the door, as if she’s leaning her body against the door “—need any help? It’s always faster with a third party—”

“No!! I’m good, don’t need any help. Thank you though.”

“Yeah? Okay Miss Independent. Whatcha re-doin? Foundation or—”

“Just eyeliner.”

Hanma starts to get irritated and bored by this conversation about makeup products he doesn’t care about.

“Ooh! I have this really pretty purple eyeliner. Next time we meet, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah, I would like that a l—lot–ah fuck!—” Your voice trails off into a moan when Shuji resumues his previous actions, swiping his tongue along your clit with a loud slurp that you pray didn’t reach behind the door.

“...Y/N… everything alright?”

You try to push his head away from you, but he digs his face even deeper, even almost moaning as he flicks his tongue in between your folds, slurping at the slick that graces your folds.

“I-I’m fine—” you pray she doesn’t realise how shaky your voice is, “Just stabbed my eye…. by accident—”

“See! You do need help! C’mon lemme help you, like old times—”

“NO! Just no. I got this, please—” There was a silence in the room, well silent aside from the obnoxiously loud slurps coming from the man between your legs.

“Okay… if you say so.” You can hear her footsteps start up before there’s another slight knock on the door, “‘N tell Hanma there’s food and drinks downstairs. He sounds starved.”

Hanma pulls off your clit with a loud suction and giggles, his hair tickling your skin as it brushes against your thighs.

“I’ll let him know…” You sound defeated and embarrassed. At least this time Shuji has the decency to wait until he can hear her footsteps fade down the stairs before standing up between your legs.

“As much as I wanna fuck you into the floor until you’re screaming my name—I feel like the rest of your family will be a huge pain in my ass if I don’t get you back down there. And I already have enough holes in my head from your dad’s stare so…”

You chuckle under your breath before sliding off the sink. Your knees feel wobbly but it’s managable. Shuji helps you back into your blouse and leggings and watches as you walk over to the mirror, frowning at the amount of hickies left on your neck and jaw.

“Fuck— how am I gonna hide this….”

“Dunno.” He doesn’t seem to care as he slides his hands down your waist and dips his head between your neck. Pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as you’re having a mid-life crisis in the mirror.

“Don’t leave any more marks, Shuji.”

The two of you make eye-contact in the mirror, your gaze is serious and concentrated whilst his own is laidback and nonchalant. You groan as he breaks the staring contest to kiss up the back of your neck up to your shoulders again.

“No promises.”

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haitanishve · 3 months

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POLY RELATIONSHIP: HANMA + DRAKEN + Y/N

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It's been a while since i wrote something, but i got into some fanfics lately and my obsession came back with full force so here we are.

Re-posting this.

NSFW - MINORS GO AWAY / 18+

TW: PUBLIC SEX / SPANKING / CHOCKING / DOUBLE PENETRATION IMPLIED / COCKWARMING / VOYEUR

🐳: gender neutral y/n

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♡ They are pretty much to handle, especially when they are together

♡ Will fight pretty often, don't even try to break the fight, they will start right away

♡ Touches, touches and touches, they both love to touch you, no matter where you are

♡ Let's be real here: they both love public sex. This means they will both start anything at anytime.

♡ Hanma loves to have you cockwarming him in front of the whole toman, cause of course they have to know you're his

♡ Draken on the other hands? Loves to fuck you when the meetings are ended and only the founders and Hanma are left

♡ You dragged Hanma into Toman somehow cause having them into different gangs was not gonna work out

♡ They both love being inside you at the same time, the sensation is something they just can't let go, no matter what

♡ Big boys loves cuddles and, if you are on the couch, expect both of them wrapped around your body with blankets

♡ Draken loves to spank you, he would do it all day if he could, the sounds you let out are music for his ears

♡ Hanma loves to choke you, the more you cry the more he close the hands on your neck and he knows how much you love it

♡ They both love watching while you're being fucked by the other, no competition whatsoever when it comes to sex, they both love to make you feel good and that's ehat matter

♡ Hanma loves to show you around like the best possession he has, both you and Draken, he loves shoving the two of you around

♡ Draken just loves being able to hold your hands in public, he loves being hable to hold you and Hanma in his arms when he feels like it, occasionally kissing the both of you

♡ They absolutely protect you with their own life, if someone even dare to touch you they're ready to end them

♡ Presents, a lot of presents and sweets out of nowhere, they spoil you

♡ Sleeping space? What is that? Not something you have babe, not with the two of them at least. They both love to have you in the middle and hug you while sleeping, winter or summer, they are on you.

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kamig4mes · 4 days

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any hamma and kisaki hcs? if you write for them

Hanma baby!! Hahahha, yeah I can write that. I firmly believe that the cannons I wrote are faithful, especially hanma haha. Enjoy it, sweetheart ♡

#pov: Kisaki nd Hanma headcanons!

★ warning: nothing, really.

—hanma!

He's definitely weak to cold weather. It has a very low resistance to minimum temperatures.

He may look and act like a complete idiot (some of this is not a lie), but he's more cunning than he appears to be.

In kindergarten he bullied the other kids to be his friends.

Loose-fitting jackets/garments are his best allies.

If the memory of your phone runs out, it would probably be because it is full of so many random photos that you take every day.

"Kisaki? Of course, even if he denies it, we love each other madly. I know he thinks the same way"

I would blame the weather (and the weather forecasters) for everything bad that happens to it.

"I missed the bus because of those damn bastards, they promised it wouldn't rain all day"

When he is bored he goes for a walk in the streets or just jogging a few blocks.

There are few things that disturb this man. He's so simple and mundane, he doesn't like to over-think things.

Either it's your boyfriend or your friend, there won't be a moment in the day when Hanma won't fire off some mocking comment towards you. His tongue will never lose its edge.

—kisaki!

Kisaki is controlling and calculating, that's why even the most insignificant plans are very well detailed.

Like Hanma, analyzing people is one of his many twisted habits. A habit that you will never be able to break (or at least not so soon).

A shelf full of books about shit reverse psychology, manipulation and human behavior in his room and office. Oh, you'd be surprised at the number of them.

At the same time, he's a select and good reader. Broad and complicated topics have already been processed through his head.

Listen to Arctic Monkeys.

"Whatever that Hanma bastard said about us, he's fucking lying"

Hugs from behind while he leaves kisses on your collarbone are his favorites.

He has a plan b, c and z for everything:

"Of course everything is going to go as planned. And if something goes wrong, I've already made emergency plans."

He probably keeps his old notebooks/planners piled up somewhere in the corner of his room.

He really likes coffee and almost any drink, as long as it's hot.

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 + 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hanma shuji x fem!reader - fluff ♡ (0.7k+)

nana's note: self indulgent as a waitress myself muahahha ... thinking thoughts.

customer!hanma who puts out the butt of his cigarette under his heel before leisurely waltzing into his favourite ramen joint down by the corner of sugamo street. he ducks his head under the flowy curtain strung above the door. upon entering, hanma inhales the delicious scent of old man fukuda’s quality ramen soup. the man greets him with a kind smile, “hey there, hanma! your regular, boy?” hanma smiles at the man, his hunger making itself known when his stomach growls. “you know it, pops!”

waitress!reader who has just begun working at the restaurant for a week or so. you spot someone walking in from the corner of your eye, as you finish wiping down a nearby table with a washcloth. you have to admit to yourself, he was attractive at first glance but he was also downright intimidating; the way he had to lower his stance to walk in, his grin, his dyed, spiked up hair, and the large tattoos that decorated the skin of his hands. had it not been for mr. fukuda greeting him, you would’ve had to. oh god.

customer!hanma who minds his business at his table, knee bouncing gently under the wooden surface. he scrolls on his phone, paying almost no mind to the videos on his feed. a group of people walk in, and a polite voice calls out: “welcome! please come in.” hanma lifts his eyes off his screen out of pure curiosity, and is met with an unfamiliar face near the front counter. must be a new worker, hanma thinks, she’s pretty cute. suddenly, you glance in his direction and quickly look away once you realize he saw you. hanma smirks, returning his attention to his phone.

waitress!reader who dreads having to service the handsome stranger that most definitely just caught her stealing a look at him. you wipe your hands dry on the t-towel on the counter, and a ring of the kitchen’s bell dings just in time. “comin’ mr. fukuda!” with a sigh, you try to calm the nerves bubbling in your chest; wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of said stranger, now would you? carefully picking up the tray, you make your way over to his table. you can feel your palms sweating, fuck. nevertheless, you show him a kind smile and set the tray down.

customer!hanma pockets his phone away, making room as you place the steaming bowl of hearty soup in front of him. “thanks a lot,” he says, mirroring your smile—except his is much more charming, and seems to have a different intent than pure kindness. hanma’s leg bounces a bit faster. since you’re so close to him, he can admire the features of your face, even if just for a few seconds. she’s really cute, he thinks again. you nod politely at his gratitude, and hanma eyes you a little longer as you grab the tray and make your way to another customer. he finally dives into his bowl, slurping his noodles and groaning happily at the flavour.

waitress!reader who as she works through her shift, can’t help but sneak glimpses at the stranger. you feel a tad bit creepy whenever your eyes linger to the back of his head as he enjoys his meal. huffing a tired breath, you occupy yourself with other tasks. it wasn’t hard either, because with your job, there was always something to do. soon enough, you found yourself too busy to focus on him—that you hadn’t even noticed as he made his way out the door with a final “thanks for the meal!” and sway of the curtain as his tall figure disappears into the night.

waitress!reader slightly pouts at the sight of his empty table, chopsticks neatly placed on top of the empty bowl’s rim. you go over to collect the bowl, bringing it back to the kitchen before returning with a washcloth and a fresh set of menus. as you push in his chair, mr. fukuda calls for you from the counter.

“yes?” you answer, setting the cloth on the table. he hands you a small paper, a receipt.

“the boy asked for the receipt for once,” he hums, “but left it here.”

the confusion is evident on your face, as you hesitantly grab it. nothing too irregular about it; the item, its tax, his total … why exactly were you holding this?

your boss chuckles wholeheartedly, “turn it over, love.” you do as he says, and your jaw falls open just a bit.

in rushed writing, you make out the scribbled 10-digit number, along with a little note:

to the pretty waitress: name’s hanma, hope i’ll see you again ;)

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leiasfanaccount648 · 2 years

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Pick Up the Phone

Pairings: Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: First of all, english isn't my first language so if i make any mistakes i apologize! and I hope you understand what I mean hahaha. So i was wondering if you could Please write something about the TR boys being scared that something might have happened to you. For example they're having beef with another Gang and they haven't heard anything from you in a few hours and you don't pick up your phone and answer their messages so they start to panic and go to your home to see if you're there. You're home and completely fine, nothing has happened to you. And after they explain what's wrong you comfort them and tell them everything is okay and they don't have to worry. Uh, I hope i didn't make too many mistakes Hahaha. I hope you like this request! I really love your Account and your work soo so much!! Much Love ❤️ - Anonymous

Warnings/Contains: angst, fluff, cursing, each of the guys are worried for you in their own way, Kei cares about you, Mitsuya finds you precious, Hanma might be a bit OC towards the end but I think the ending is sweet regardless.

wc: 4.2k

a/n: Don’t worry anon! Your English was great :3 thank you so much for your request! I only had ideas for these three but I hope you enjoy!

a(nother)/a/n: I finally got around to finishing this request yayyy. College is rough y’all but I love the outlet that writing these headcanons gives me. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send more they just might take awhile ahaha

Keisuke baji

“C’mon, pick up, dammit.” Keisuke murmured under his breath. He was still a little out of breath from fighting a couple guys in an alleyway while on his way to your school to pick you up. He promised to grab food with you after your activities were done, but instead got caught up in a fight with some delinquents younger than him.

When he saw the time when he was done, he knew that you were most likely mad at him for ditching you, even though that wasn’t the case, and went home. That’s why now he was calling you while making his way over to your apartment.

“y/n, I swear to fucking god,” Keisuke sighed, having received your voicemail for the 5th time in a row. He knew that you were upset with him, but he didn’t think that it deserved you ignoring this many of his calls. Then again, what did he know? He always knew girls to be dramatic like that; at least the ones at his school were.

Reaching the red light of a crosswalk on a busy street, he groaned and cursed himself for not bringing his bike and parking it close to the school grounds today so that he could have picked you up quicker. Part of him regretted the fight, but at the same time was glad he got that energy out of his system so that it wouldn’t show when he eventually apologized to you.

As the crosswalk changed, signaling Keisuke that he could cross the street, he continued to run and thought back on the younger delinquents he had fought not 20 minutes ago. Why did they try to intentionally fight him anyway? And why were they heading in the same direction as he was as he walked to your school?

Using what little memory he had of the fight, despite it being not too long ago, he recalled that one of the guys called him by name. It didn’t shock him at the time, as he was well known for being a division captain of Toman, but the fact that they were also walking in the direction of your school made him warry.

You weren’t affiliated with Toman yourself, but you had met the guys before, and have even hung out with Emma on occasion; but, what if those delinquents he fought were making their way to your school to hurt you? He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you because of what he was involved with.

Eventually he made his way up the stairs of your apartment complex, knocking on your front door with a fervor that made you jump when you heard it from inside. Regardless, you hesitantly went to the door, looking through the peephole before sighing in relief at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Don’t girls always keep their phones on them?” Keisuke said as you opened the door, practically panting from how out of breath he was. “I’ve called you like 10 times.”

Your eyes widened at his ushered and hurried tone. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You asked, confused as to why he was in such dire need for you anyway. You then took in the scrapes and dirt he had on his face and school uniform. “Wait, did you get into a fight again?”

Keisuke stared at you for a second, wondering if you were deciding to play the long game with him as punishment for him not showing up to see you after school. “Are you serious?”

“Are you?” You asked, growing more confused as you pulled him inside your apartment and closed the door. “C’mon, let me at least clean you up.” Keisuke let you drag him to the bathroom before he finally spoke up again, his brain finally catching up with what was happening.

“Are you really pulling this bullshit with me right now?!” He snapped, making you freeze as you were grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sink. “I know I forgot to pick you up after your club, but ignoring my calls, pretending like it never happened, and remaining pissy with me to make me feel worse while I was already worried about you when you weren’t there is even worse!”

You took in his words, hands going to your mouth as your eyes widened in realization. “I forgot..” You whispered.

“...what-”

“I forgot that we were hanging out after school today.” You said, dropping your hands so he could better understand you. “And my phone died during my club meeting.”

Keisuke’s gaze on you still depicted him as pissed off, but you were hoping that the gears of reality were turning in his head.

“I went straight home after my club. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You continued. “Were you waiting for me all this time?”

Your boyfriend sighed again, shaking his head. “No, I got caught in a fight on my way to your school and it lasted longer than intended cause those little shits didn’t know when they had lost.” He paused. “Then I was worried that they were on their way to hurt you since you’re affiliated with me.” His tone was soft, but it got louder again as though he had caught you in the act of doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“But you’re telling me that you forgot the plans that you made after whining to me about I don’t spend enough time with you?”

“...I love you-”

“You’re lucky I reciprocate.”

Takashi Mitsuya

Takashi frowned as he scrolled through all of the texts he had sent you in the last couple hours. It wasn’t like you to purposefully not reply to him, but to his knowledge you weren’t doing anything to keep yourself busy today.

Your club was tomorrow, you were running errands with your mom the day after, and your younger sister’s dance class was yesterday so you didn’t have to pick her up. To his knowledge you should be at home or with one of your other friends since the school day was over and he was busy doing things with Toman.

The more he thought about it, the more he got distracted and ended up being nudged in the back by Draken, making him nearly stumble and fall to the ground. “Hey, wake your ass up, Mitsuya. It’s not like you to be zoning out like that.”

“Right,” Takashi sighed. “Sorry, I’m just worried about y/n is all. She usually responds to me before the meeting starts so that I know she’s made it home or where to meet with her afterwards.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Baji cut in, clearly annoyed. “You’re happy. You don’t have to bore us about every single detail about your girlfriend.” He walked past Takashi, hitting his shoulder against his own. “We have a meeting to start and would appreciate it if you actually paid any attention rather than staring at your phone.”

“Shut up, Baji.” Mikey sighed, sounding exhausted from where he laid on his back at the top platform of the shrine. “If you keep annoying me and the others over meaningless crap then I might ban you from meetings.”

Takashi shook his head at their bickering, looking back at his phone to see if he had any new messages from you; nothing.

He knew that he should have no reason to worry, but he knew it wasn’t like you to not message him like this. Maybe you needed some time for yourself, maybe you were doing homework, or even taking a nap after a long, tiring day; you were probably fine, he kept telling himself. He just wanted to be certain.

“C’mon, Mitsuya. Meeting’s starting.” Peh said, getting Takashi to stop zoning out. With a sigh, the man pocketed his phone to focus on his other focus in life: Toman.

Throughout the meeting, Takashi listened in on most of it, thinking back to you when hearing something that he was already aware of. One thing, however, that made him rethink it was Mikey’s reminder of a new gang on the east side of the city that had been making claims about beating Toman into the ground; in the part of town that your school happened to be in.

Takashi wasn’t sure if you were aware of this, as he didn’t want you to know too much about Toman and what happened within the group, but what if the new rival gang happened to have guys that went to your school? What if one of them saw you as you were heading home and decided to make a pass at you, or knew that you were dating Takashi and wanted to hurt you as a sign that they were serious about taking down Toman.

Multiple thoughts and outcomes continued to rack at his head, and as soon as the meeting ended, he made sure not to seem too rushed as he headed down the stairs of the shrine and to his bike. The moment he got on and started it, he made way to your apartment first in an attempt to put his mind at ease.

He felt his heart lift in relief as he saw the light in your bedroom window was on. Of course, that didn’t guarantee that you were home; he had to be certain.

It only took a few seconds for you to answer the door, but it felt like an eternity for Takashi. The moment he saw you, he pulled you in for a hug before you had the chance to say anything.

“Whoa,” you chuckled, hugging him back. “Good to see you too, babe.” You sounded calm and happy, so that was a good sign to Takashi. “You alright? You seem tense.” Takashi sighed at your words, pulling away so that he could take in your appearance.

It was clear that you had showered due to your pj’s, but hadn’t washed your hair tonight; that meant that you would most likely wear a hat or style it in a way that you typically didn’t if it didn’t look nice for you when you woke up. You could use your dry hair shampoo, but he knew that you were running low and couldn’t get a new bottle until next week. By your expression, he could tell that you were worried for him, but couldn’t figure out what could cause his own to make him look so relieved to see you. He figured that maybe you were thinking that the Toman meeting didn’t go well, and needed a break from it all. However, as he stared at you, rather than voice his relief, he first voiced his concern and worry due to your lack of communication throughout the afternoon and evening.

“I hadn’t heard from you since school ended.” He sighed, not wanting to make a big deal out of the situation. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Your expression fell out of shock and realization. “Did my messages not go through?” You sighed, now upset about the situation as well. “This is what I get for shopping with Emma last minute in a marketplace with terrible signal.”

“You went shopping with Emma?” Takashi repeated, following you as you retreated back into your apartment and grabbed your phone. “How come Mikey or Draken didn’t tell me then?”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” You said, going to your messages with Takashi on your phone. “She heard about this place and wanted me to go with her since Draken was busy tonight.” You shook your head at the situation. “And most likely figured that she’d be back home before dark and not worry them about where she was.”

Takashi thought the situation over, understanding most of it. “Then why didn’t you tell me when you got home?”

“I was about to when I got back an hour ago, but my phone was dead by the time Emma and I got off the train.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall as you remembered. “I let my phone charge while I showered, and was going to text you when I got out, but I got distracted by a little someone begging me for a late night snack.”

The culprit you were referring to made themself noticed as Takashi heard a small meow coming from your living room. A moment later, your cat came prancing down the hall to greet your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed with a frown, picking up your cat so that they didn’t bother him. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just couldn’t get signal, then of course my phone just had to die on me like that.” You sighed again, scratching the top of your cat’s head. “I-”

Your rant was cut short by Takashi as he gently pulled you into his arms. “I’m not mad that you didn’t message me, nor am I ever angry at you for not letting me know of your whereabouts and plans every second of the day.”

“What?” You asked, confused about his words. “What do you-”

“Don’t worry yourself over this,” he said. “I just got worked up because of Toman issues. I always know that if you don’t respond to me that you have a valid reason.” He kissed the top of your head. “As long as you let me know when you get home safe every night.” He chuckled softly.

“You know I always do that.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “But you better do the same.”

“I promise, baby.” He said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I promise.”

Hanma Shuji

“You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

“Well, all you have to do is ask.”

“Hanma, I swear to god.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You know I’m just joking, princess.” He went on to continue his teasing antics towards you, but he noticed your serious expression as you looked at your phone. “What’s going on? Need me to beat someone up for you?”

“No, not today.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Just this damn group project I have to do for my English course.”

“Why do we have to take other language courses anyway?” Hanma sighed, having hated the class himself. “Like, I’m not working outside Japan right now. I can always learn the language later.”

“Because you never know who you might come across.” You pointed out. “What if someone who wants your gang ends up being from England?”

“Then I’ll tell them to go eat some damn scones and tea before kicking their ass for thinking they’re better than us.”

“You,” you cut yourself off with a sigh, shaking your head at his words. “Never mind, I have to get going.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders, picking up your school bag as you texted your classmate back letting them know you were on your way.

“What? I thought we were gonna hang out today.” Hanma complained as he watched you get ready to leave.

“By hang out do you mean watch you beat up people in rival gangs while I sip on the boba you get me just like every Wednesday?” You teased, pocketing your phone before cupping Hanma’s cheeks and making him look at you at eye level. “While I do love that lil ‘tradition’, as you keep calling it, I need to make sure the grade I get on this assignment is at least decent.”

“I’ve told you,” Hanma said, grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands off his face. “You don’t have to try hard in school. Once my gang becomes the most feared in Japan, we’ll be living off of luxury by graduation and you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything but me.”

You paused at his words, trying to understand what exactly he was getting at. “Is that really how you see me?” You asked, genuinely upset as you pulled your hands out of his grip. “Nothing but a future housewife for you? An investment for when you’re older so that you don’t have to work as hard?”

“Not an investment, really. But it’d be convenient if you end up with me for a long time-”

“Convenient?” You raised your voice, growing more annoyed with each word your boyfriend was saying. “You know what, Shuji, I’m going to make this convenient for myself rather than you.” You sighed, leaving without another word to your classmate’s house. At this point, you’d rather write a 10 page paper for your English class rather than stay around Hanma another second.

“What, y/n get back here!” Hanma called out, shocked at your reaction and the way you called him by his last name rather than his first. “What the fuck is her problem? I didn’t say anything wrong.”

That whole afternoon, Hanma decided to take his annoyance and confusion out on random delinquents he encountered on the street as he made his way to attend yet another Valhalla meeting. He was so close to getting Keisuke Baji to join, he just had to pull a few more strings. However, his mind was still off thinking about how mad you were with him. He had seen you annoyed, or sometimes pretend to be as he would see that cute, small smile on your face that proved that you weren’t actually annoyed and rather amused with his antics.

Today, of course, was different. He just didn’t know why he felt this weight in his chest. It only took getting punched in the stomach for him to realize that the weight wasn’t pain; it was guilt.

Hanma was feeling guilty about what he said, even if he didn’t fully admit it to himself; and as much as he hated the action more than Toman itself, he had to apologize to you for what he said and how it came across.

He was telling the truth when he said that he hoped that you would be with him for a long time, but while having a bunch of girls at his beck and call as a huge gang leader sounded amazing, he would much rather prefer you by his side than some random girl, or five, he was potentially paying to serve him and his every need.

The Valhalla meeting was typically a fun time, knowing that he only created the gang for Kisaki and his plan, but with his mind elsewhere with you and where you would be after the meeting was over so that he could go meet you wherever that may be. And if you couldn’t forgive him yet, maybe he could help you with your project. He wasn’t the best at English, but he at least knew most of the alphabet and a few words. Who cares if they’re swears, they’re still in English!

As he was thinking of ways he could help you, he wondered who it was that you were working on the assignment with. He was a year above you, so he didn’t know many people in your grade, but he knew a fair amount of the guys by their face, having most likely beaten them up before for being too cocky and thinking that they could take him in a fight.

He’d be damned if one of those punks tried to make a pass at you.

It wasn’t a secret that you were dating Hanma, but you didn’t go flaunting the information off to everyone in your class; granted, neither did he, but that didn’t stop him from bragging about how great you are to the people in his gangs whenever they were complaining about being single. Hell, for all he knew, one of the newbies in Valhalla could be the guy you were doing that project with. The mere thought of someone trying to get as close as he is with you made his blood boil.

Not caring that the meeting was over, he passed off responsibility to one of the higher ups in Valhalla before leaving without seeming to hastily. If he was seen caring about a girl and putting her before either one of his gangs, his reputation as a leader would be ruined.

The moment he got to his bike, he rode to your school not bothering to stop at any of the red lights unless he absolutely had to, like avoiding getting into a major wreck on a busy road. That would only make you more mad to see him in a hospital even though he was trying to go and apologize for what he said to you earlier.

He held back a sigh of relief as he saw you walking out of your school gate, pulling right up to you.

“I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to see you.” You said, glaring at him.

“And I thought that I was supposed to get you boba today.” Hanma said. “Guess we both had incorrect assumptions.”

You couldn’t help but sigh, shaking your head. “If you think boba will suddenly make up for what you said to me, then you’re wrong.” You moved to leave, only for Hanma to rev his bike and move as well to somewhat block your path and make you stop in your tracks.

“Is it that hard to believe that I want to apologize while I get you boba?” Hanma said, making you pause. You had known Hanma for a good while, and dating him for a few months now; maybe he meant what he was saying.

“If you think I’m paying you’re crazy.” You said, climbing onto his bike.

“Already planned on it.” Hanma said, waiting until you were holding onto his waist before heading in the direction of the boba place the two of you frequented. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be grateful for taking some newbie’s after school money during the Valhalla meeting.

After a much deserved quiet exchange, the two of you reached the cafe that you typically frequented every week. You got off his bike and went in without him, making Hanma sigh as he called out for you to wait up.

“If I’m paying then you need to wait for me to get to the register with you.”

“Then you better catch up. You have long legs don’t you?”

Hanma couldn’t help but smile at your quip, as though it reminded him how much he really liked you. Yes, he had fantasized about having multiple women at his beck and call 24/7, but maybe having just you around wouldn’t be as bad as he first made it out to be.

Once you had ordered, and made sure that Hanma paid with his (well, it wasn’t his originally but you didn’t know that) own money rather than the tip jar money, as you have seen him do that before, you made your way to wait by the counter where your finished drink would be. “You have until my boba’s ready to explain yourself.”

“What? That’s it?” Hanma knew you wouldn’t give him much time to apologize, but he didn’t think it’d be that small of a time frame.

“What you said really hurt me, Hanma. Do you even realize how it came across when you practically said that I didn’t have to amount to anything other than being your pretty thing to come home to when we’re older.”

Hanma opened his mouth to explain, only to pause as he replayed your words in his head. “Wait, so you pictured a future for the two of us then?” Your silence was a give away in itself. “Tell me, what was it like?”

“Why do you want to know? You clearly don’t want it.”

“Says who?” He gently turned you to face him so he could meet your gaze. “Tell me what you thought about for us.”

“y/n!”

You were brought back to your senses when you heard your name called by the barista and went to grab your drink. You effortlessly put the straw through the top as you made your way back over to Hanma. “You still haven’t explained yourself.”

“Then, will you let me take you home so that I can?”

You stared at him for a moment, part of you saying how he wouldn’t change due to his commitments and behavior that you weren’t always one hundred percent supportive of; however, as you noted how his gaze on you seemed hopeful that you would say yes, the other part of you said to give him this one chance to talk things through with you. “Sure, but we’re walking.”

“And leave my bike here?” He gasped, not liking the idea one bit as the idea of a rival gang finding and destroying it came across his mind.

“Would you rather leave me?”

Hanma paused, knowing what you were getting at. He shook his head, taking your hand and walking you out of the shop. “Absolutely not.”

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kunizk · 1 year

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friends with benefits headcanons with hanma shuji < 3

fwb!hanma who can’t help but keeps his eyes on you when you both end up at the same bar, you’re wasted but it’s all purely for his entertainment when he makes you slur over your words when he asks you stupid questions, he gets a kick out of it but he won’t tell you anything because you won’t remember a thing in the morning.

fwb!hanma who calls you ‘doll’ ‘sweet thing’ and ‘dollface’ in public when he knows he’s not suppose to, because of the contract you two made. lengthy fingers that sink into the skin of your waist and pinches at the skin sweetly — pressing your back against his chest possessively when he catches someone across the room looking at you a bit longer then he would like.

fwb!hanma who knows you don’t belong to him but yet he keeps coming back to your apartment with a lopsided grin and all he does is pull you towards the couch while he sucked on the skin on your jawline and neck while the hand marked sin grabs at the fat of your ass while punishment stayed wrapped around your pretty throat while you two fought for dominance with tongues and lips.

fwb!hanma who keeps his hairstyle the same, the gelled out swooped to the side look as well as keeping his glasses because he knows you love it so much. while he stays he keeps a spare change of clothes behind the couch, he’s normally shirtless with a pair of gray sweatpants that hung so low you could see the lining of his boxers — he knows you like it “like something you see sweet thing?”

fwb!hanma who’s such a fucking prick when your doing your makeup, pressing his face into the slouches of foundation you just placed on and begins to blend into his own skin “this shit gunna make you catch a case for facial fraud” he comments while he rubbed it into his delicate skin. hanma calls you goofy looking when you begin contouring so a good slap is what he needs to shut up. shuji hanma can’t seem to let go of you when you try and choose a lipstick of your liking “ nooo doll pick this peachy pinkish red looking one, it’ll look so much better “

fwb!hanma shuji who throws his head back in laughter when you actually pick the colours but yet you look so sexy in it, placing his lips against your repeatedly “ mm fuck you gotta choose this colour all the time, it’s so pretty on you sweet thing. one more kiss I swear “ but some how that kisses turned into an entire make out till your lipstick smeared across your lips and cheeks.

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lonnie19 · 1 year

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HANMA SHUJI OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY ART BY KEN WAKUI

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #hanma shuji headcanons #kisaki #kisaki tetta #tr hanma

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allfandoms-writings · 1 year

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― 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌

summary: Takemichi is trying to reform the second generation of Toman to call a battle against the Kanto Manji Gang. though he knows a measly 50-member gang won’t get them far, so he goes to some old allies to ask for their help in the final battle with Mikey.

warnings: manga spoilers, slight angst (if you squint), Akito says a slur,

A/N: this goes along with Matters of The Heart! please give that a read to gain some context!

word count: 7.2K

parts: two | epilogue

“We need more members. We won’t get anywhere with just us four,”

“Who’d be crazy enough to fight against Mikey?”

“We need a new look. These shirts are tacky.”

“Hey!”

The four boys sit around a table in the Shiba household’s living room. All sporting the same t-shirt with a design of a black cat and the letters of ‘TW’ on either side of the cat. Takemichi can’t help but nervously laugh at Inui’s take on the poorly styled shirts for their new gang, but he had a point. They needed someone with taste and a sense of fashion.

There’s only one person who he thinks of that has a sense of fashion and will probably fight against Mikey. This then leads him to think of one more person who is as crazy, if not more to take on Mikey all by herself. The last time he knew, they were together, the complete opposites!

“Anyways, I’ve got a good idea who we’re looking for!” Takemichi stands up with determination sparkling in his blue eyes. “A person with great style, and is level-headed!”

“Oh?” Hakkai perks up at the mention, smiling and looking up at Takemichi. “Are you talking about someone who I hold a lot of respect for?”

The faux blond looks down at the blue-haired male with a determined smile. “Exactly! I want him in our team no matter what!”

With affirmed cheers from Chifuyu and Inui, they leave the house to set to the male’s home to ask him the big question. The four boys hold their heads up high in the hopes he’ll join them and go against Mikey, and maybe he could ask her if she’d like to join them. There’s no doubt about it he’d refuse, even if he’s already busy in his own life.

Hakkai leads them to the tall business building where Mitsuya’s brand is located. They’re met by the receptionist who warns the boys that Mitsuya is currently busy but notifies her boss to let him know. Even with her urgency that it may not be the best time to see him, Mitsuya grants her permission to send the guys up to his atelier.

Chifuyu and Takemichi can’t help but be in awe as they walk through the shiny building with large windows and various large pictures of multiple outfits. Hakkai leads their small group to the elevator, memorizing where exactly Mitsuya’s office is from and how often he’s come to visit and work with him. Inui couldn’t help but gape at the see-through elevator, watching how they were getting higher and higher off the ground.

Takemichi is sure that if Hakkai wasn’t there with them, they’d sure get lost quickly. All the winding halls and many doors they needed to get to go into another elevator. But finally, they come to large, dark wood double doors that are taller than they should be. Hakkai is quick to loudly shout to Mitsuya, his booming voice echoing in the empty hall.

Soon the doors opened to revealed Mitsuya’s younger sister, Luna. Takemichi gasps at how much older she is now; her long lilac hair is now pulled back into a chignon with a bow and dressed in black slacks and a sleeveless white blouse with a black bow at the collar. She’s quick to hush the tall boy she grew up with, but her eyes then fall on the other three boys with him.

“What are you guys doing here?” Luna quickly asks in a hushed voice, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her quietly. “Big brother is very busy and isn’t expecting visitors.”

“Where’s Taka-Chan, Luna?” Hakkai asks in a cheerful voice with a matching smile, “We’ll be quick! I swear!”

Luna sighs and slumps her shoulders. “He’s in a pinch right now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Takemichi asks with a confused expression on his features.

“Um…” Her eyes avert from theirs and her hands move to her front, fingers fiddling with each other and shifting in her spot. “He has a show coming up in a week and is behind on designing his main looks.”

“I thought Taka-Chan hated awards?” Hakkai asks softly.

She nods and doesn’t argue. “He did but ever since the split, he’s been doing everything he can to distract himself.” Her voice falls quiet and she looks down at the floor with a frown.

“Wait— Split?!” Takemichi exclaims in pure shock, causing the other two males with them to look up in shock.

Luna nods again. “Ever since then, my brother started to shut himself in. He keeps on designing and doesn’t even comes out to eat. Mana is heartbroken that he doesn’t even come home anymore.” She says dismally.

“Can we see him, Luna?” Takemichi asks gently. The young woman looks up at him to see a gentle yet reassuring smile on his lips.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding her head. Turning, she opens the large door carefully and holds it open for the guys to walk in. To their shock, the room was dark with the only lights coming from the few floor lamps that crowd over a large desk. The large windows in the study had the blackout curtains drawn and the floor had fabric and crumpled paper thrown everywhere. A few stacks of instant noodles sit next to the trash bin next to the desk. On the other side of the study are a pair of couches and a coffee table, though one of the couches is covered in a pile of clothing, and the other has a pillow and thrown a blanket over it.

Hunched over at his desk is Mitsuya, scribbling on paper with his sewing machine drowning in the pile of scraps of paper, material, and even water bottles. Luna carefully walks in with the boys, she winces at her brother’s frustrated growl and tosses another crumpled ball of paper that hits her head. She yelps, causing him to look up from his desk at the sound to see his younger sister.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his study before making out his sister in the dim lighting. “Oh. It’s you, Luna.” He mutters out.

Takemichi is right behind Luna, but his eyes widen at the disheveled appearance of Mitsuya. For someone who is usually pretty, clean, fashionable, and level-headed, Mitsuya looks like he just came out of an alley in Ikebukuro. His hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in days, stubble formed on both his chin and upper lip, looking skinnier, and dark circles around his eyes. The black shirt he wears is wrinkled and worn, with some stains from probably when he does remind himself to eat something, but rushes it.

“Mitsuya, can we talk?” Takemichi asks in an even voice, holding his unwavering determination in hopes it’ll get Mitsuya out of his study.

Mitsuya blinks his eyes a few times and his lips part in slight disbelief. “Takemitchy?”

Just like that, Mitsuya finally gets away from his desk. Luna is quick to move the pile of clothing, blanket, and pillow before opening the curtains, reminding her brother it’s good to have some sunshine. She then ushers the other boys out of the room. Hakkai tries to stay back with Takemichi but is dragged away by Chifuyu and Inui, knowing that Hakkai would just be crying the whole damn time.

The moment they sit down, Luna is quick to move the other boys out of the room to give them some privacy to talk. Though she leaves the doors cracked so they can kind of hear what was being spoken,

Sitting at the seats outside of his office, Chifuyu and Inui watch Hakkai peeking into the office with knitted brows and tears brimming his eyes. Luna sits with the boys with her head hung and shoulders slumped.

“I guess the split is hitting Mitsuya really hard.” Chifuyu sighs out, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning.

“What do you mean by ‘split’?” Inui asks innocently with furrowed brows.

“Taka-Chan and Akito split up three months ago. She got a new assistant that started to spark problems between them and even scandals.” Hakkai briefly yet his tone is bitter. His scarred lips turn into a frown as he then turns to face the two boys. “They got into a huge fight and she demanded him to leave.”

Chifuyu gasped in shock and Inui’s eyes widened at the sudden news. “Who’s the assistant?”

“Hanma is her personal assistant.”

Takemichi’s eyes widen at Mitsuya’s response. The designer’s hand reaches up to his eyes, thumb and pointer finger rubbing his eyes with furrowed brows and an irritated frown. By his tone alone, he wasn’t at all happy about it and sounded even pained by that. Mitsuya leans forward on his knees with a long and heavy sigh leaving him.

He didn’t know how long this had been going on, but how Mitsuya looks when talking about it irritates him. There’s a sense of defeat in his eyes and he’s exhausted enough by his work too. He can only imagine the inner battle he’s having with himself knowing that his wife’s ex is back and possibly obsessing over him like always.

“How did that happen? I thought Hanma disappeared after Kisaki’s death.” Takemichi asks gently, in hopes of not irritating Mitsuya further.

“Her father found Hanma somewhere, fixed him up, and offered him the job to become her personal assistant. She also needed a new assistant for Twin Dragons, she just hired him on the spot.” Mitsuya briefly answers with a deep breath, then turns slowly to look back at Takemichi with tired eyes. “For the first couple of months, I tried to adjust to it but I couldn’t help but get jealous anytime she’d stay out late with him. Or when we’d be trying to have dinner together, all she’d talk about is him and how good he is of an assistant.”

“We got into an argument about Hanma, and well, she told me to leave.” Mitsuya finishes after a long pause. He leans back on the couch and takes a deep breath, “I love Akito, I do. But I can’t fucking stand the thought of her leaving me for Hanma when he was the one that left her.”

“Did you tell her that?” Takemichi asks quietly with knitted brows. Now he’s thinking back to if Hina knows that he’ll drop whoever if she told him to.

Mitsuya shrugs, “I don’t remember anymore.” He then gets up from the couch and walks back to his desk. “I know you didn’t come all the way here to ask about my rocky marriage,” He turns to look back at Takemichi with a smile. “What made you come here, Takemitchy?”

“I will fight Mikey and I need a team.”

Mitsuya’s tired eyes widen in slight shock at the bold resolution. He leans against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, blinking his eyes at the faux blond a couple of times. A part of him hopes he is just saying that to cheer him up, but that unwavering determined Takemichi look lets him know he was being serious.

Takemichi hesitantly looks up at Mitsuya, his hardened gaze softening. “And so… I was thinking you could…” He hesitates to finish his sentence as Mitsuya rubs the back of his neck.

There are a few moments of silence between them that creates heavy tension for Takemichi. He should’ve known better than to spring that huge question when Mitsuya already has enough on his plate. The split with Akito and the huge fashion event coming up are all that Mitsuya could probably take right now.

“I can’t, man. I have a whole fashion line I gotta keep up with.” Mitsuya responds casually yet awkwardly, trying to keep things light between them. “But if you need help with going up against Mikey, your best option is to ask Akito for aid. Between you and I, she’s still the same insane and ruthless girl we knew as teenagers.”

After a quick parting to leave Mitsuya to his work, Luna stops the boys before they leave to hand them passes to the show to help support her brother. They thank the young woman before they part and Takemichi breaks the news to the guys. But now, Takemichi has the task of somehow getting a meeting with Akito. He just doesn’t know where to find Akito if she wasn’t at the headquarters for Twins Dragons after being told by the receptionist who looked awfully familiar.

None of them could place it due to the woman wearing a mask. But her piercing cobalt eyes and straight black hair had them questioning it a bit.

Albeit she did hand them an address to go to and that was where they’d find Akito. Going to that location, they found themselves outside of the estate that no one had ever dared to go into since the walls were so tall. Inui mentions how he and Kokonoi used to meet up with their own gang members there as a rendezvous point when they escaped the cops. Chifuyu even mentions that Baji had once said that Kazutora tried breaking in once.

Before they could attempt to try to figure out how to get into the estate, the large metal and wood gates slid open with a few suited men approaching them. They guide the boys in and walk with them, telling them that Akito is waiting for their arrival. The boys almost circle around Takemichi due to the looks they were gaining from other well-dressed men and women dressed in yukatas, hearing murmurs from them as they passed by.

They were led into a large building and the first thing they are met with is a large dojo. Various men are in the room either lifting weights, using the boxing ring, and another at a punching bag. A few women were in there too, practicing throwing a person over their shoulder. The clinging of metal chains and groans and grunts fill the room. Making the boys wonder if this is what it was like to be in an organization.

“Hanagaki Takemichi! Matsuno Chifuyu! Shiba Hakkai! Inui Seishu!”

A loud woman’s voice came from one side of the large room, making the boys turn in that direction to see a woman with asymmetrical short hair standing in the large doorway to another part of the building. She holds a mocking smile towards the group of boys. She’s dressed in a tight white training shirt, and black biker shorts and her feet are wrapped up.

The more the boys stare at the woman, one by one, they start to realize who is the woman calling out to them. That woman is indeed Kira Akito, head captain of the All-Girl Gang, Kenjaku. They just didn’t know this girl was stacked— both her chest and wealth.

She smiles as she stalks closer to the speechless group of boys from her childhood. Her sharp amber eyes quickly glance over each of the boys, taking mental notes for herself. Takemichi freezes as she approaches closer, Hakkai remains quiet and still, and Chifuyu and Inui tried to keep on strong faces for their newly formed team. Though in complete honesty, the boys were either very afraid or too stunned to speak.

“Long time no see, boys.” Akito greets them with friendliness although it doesn’t match the mischievous gaze in her eyes. “Gogo mentioned she saw you boys come into TD’s Headquarters so I had her send you boys to me.”

Chifuyu’s lips parted in shock, “That was Gogo at the front desk?!”

She smiles and nods, “Mhm… She wanted to stay close after we graduated and the gang disbanded.” She confirms, “Come with me. It’s a bit loud in here to talk.” When she turns to lead them into the other room, she calls out to her right. “Yun-Yun! Shuji! Meeting now!”

Chifuyu and Hakkai turn to see a familiar brunette stop her spar with a man. She turns and runs a hand through her hair as she stands straight. She breathes heavily as she walks toward them with a dead glare in her eyes and hands balled into fists still. She didn’t sport any boxing gloves but there are hand bandages around her hands. But even as a teenager, that girl didn’t have enough time to get her hands on some protective boxing gloves.

Their attention then moves to a man getting thrown their way. Hakkai and Takemichi scramble out of the way as the man gets slammed against the wall. Their eyes follow where the man came from to see a smiling tall man in a tight-fitting black tank top and training pants. Something is unsettling about him and something so familiar at the same time.

Was it his piercing amber eyes? The uncanny black hair with gold streaks? Or even the eerie grin that stretches his lips?

He takes off the boxing gloves as another man in a suit takes down the busted punching bag. A high-pitch titter comes from him as he approaches the group and tosses the boxing gloves behind him. He then starts to unwrap the training wrappings from around his hands.

“Yankee, I don’t know why you can’t use the training gloves,” The tall man speaks as he approaches the brunette woman that stops by them. “Or why I have to and you don’t. I beat ass better bare.”

“Akito fucked up your hand once,” The woman says with slight annoyance in her voice as they both start to walk toward the doorway ahead of the group of guys. They ignore them completely. “She’d freak the fuck out if you fuck your own hand up.”

The boys couldn’t help but stare at the two confused. The way they talked to each other and even seem pretty close. Or even how Akito called them and they immediately stopped what they were doing for her without anyone else batting an eye.

As they followed them into the other room, Takemichi’s eyes widened noticing the uncanny ‘ Punishment ’ tattoo on his hand. He sharply inhales at the realization that Mitsuya wasn’t kidding that Hanma was back. Leading Akito to be even more deadly when she has Hanma around to indulge her in her sadism streaks.

In the room, a pair of men shut the door behind the group, exiting the room and possibly standing outside on the other side of the door. The room itself is large with a tatami area on the far side of it along with an upper level where Akito lounges back on the long lounge chair as Hanma and the woman take their seats on either side of her on a couple of floor cushions. The background behind Akito is a traditional Japanese art piece of a large and colorful dragon winding and baring its teeth.

“Have a seat boys,” Akito says though it sounds more like an order and they do as she says. She smiles watching them approach the tatami flooring and sit down in front of her. “Drinks, snacks, questions before we begin our little meeting?”

Chifuyu looks down at his lap, Hakkai shuffles in his spot, and Takemichi lets out an awkward squeak with a nervous smile. Inui shrugs and makes himself comfortable on the tatami mat, having a basic understanding of the Yakuza’s code to be chivalrous. Akito seems rather harmless at the moment, seeing how relaxed her two companions are by her sides.

“Tea, please,” Inui responds casually and leans back in his seat.

She smiles and then looks down at the renowned leader of his new little team. “Takebitchy, you’re awfully quiet for wanting this meeting to happen.” She says coyly, moving in her lounge chair to plant her feet on the floor and lean on her knees. “Are you sure none of you want anything?”

“I-I don’t want to impose…” Takemichi quietly responds, looking away from her stare and feeling small under her smile.

“Water…” Chifuyu softly says, his green eyes glancing up at her and then back to his hands.

Hakkai just shakes his head, keeping his eyes away from her. He hates that even still after years, he’s still scared of that woman. He wants to yell at her and demand why she chose Hanma over Mitsuya, but he knows he’ll shrivel and clam up. Without his sister to talk for him, he might as well be deemed as a mute there.

Akito leans back in her seat and turns to look at Hanma. “Tea, water, and a coke for Yun-Yun, pretty please!” She almost sings as she leans over the large armrest of her lounger and bats her eyes at him.

“Angel Dust for the Yankee, water for C4U, and Tea for Scarface and the Princess. Got it~” Hanma recounts the mini order he’s given as if he’s a waiter at some diner. He groans as he stands up, “A tip would be great, Princess, if you’re gonna be treatin’ me like a servant.”

“She said Coke like the soda!” Yeong-Ja exclaims in her spot with irritation and a scowl.

“Now, Shuji.” Akito smiles though there’s a darker vibe coming from her that makes Hanma wave his left hand dismissively.

As he walks out of the room, Takemichi can’t help but catch sight of a scar on the back of Hanma’s hand. Right between the two strokes for ‘Sin’ sits a small but visible scar. His eyes widen at the thought that someone was able to stab Hanma who has better kinetic eyesight and was able to block Mikey’s attacks. Who was able to surpass Hanma’s eyes to stab his hand?

Akito sighs and relaxes a bit in her chair and turns to Yeong-Ja. “Yun-Yun, how do you think Hanma is adjusting?” She asks as if she wasn’t about to start a meeting with former members of Toman.

The half-Korean sighs, “Given that you stabbed him to swear his loyalty, I don’t doubt he’s planning to stab you in the back anytime soon.” Yeong-Ja replies before shifting in her spot to sit in a criss-cross position. “He’s used to Kisaki telling him what to do. You’re probably no different and you were his girlfriend at one point, Aki-Chan.”

Takemichi flinches in his spot upon hearing the women’s banter. Akito was the one to stab Hanma’s hand? When did Hanma even resurface after he disappeared and how did Akito’s father find him? The main question that’s been swirling around in Takemichi’s mind is: Was Akito always connected to the Yakuza?

When Hanma came back with the drinks and handed them to their guests and the girls, they thanked him. He didn’t respond to their gratitude and took his spot back next to Akito. There are a few minutes of silence between the boys and Akito before she sits up straight from drinking her cup of tea. That same stoic gaze returned from when she’d had her meetings with Toman, it sent chills through the former members of Toman's spines.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure of getting Toman’s Crybaby presence?” Akito asks with a smile and slight professionalism. “It’s not every day I get told Toman members are entering TD’s HQ.”

Takemichi stares up at Akito, taking in a deep breath and reminding himself why he is there. Kenjaku almost always aided Toman’s affairs upon their request. Akito always was in cahoots with Mikey too, so there’s no way she’d decline.

“I am going to fight Mikey! I need a team and would like you to come to join me to fight Mikey!” Takemichi announces loudly and proudly, his eyes looking everywhere but at the woman he should be saying it to.

Akito, Yeong-Ja, and Hanma couldn’t help but stare at the male before them incredulously. Lips parted, eyes squinted, and blinking their eyes a few times. They let his proposition run through their minds a few times, just to make sure they heard him correctly. A few moments of silence and thick tension fill the air.

They start to laugh hysterically.

Chifuyu clenches his jaw and knits his eyebrows a bit. He’s had a feeling this was going to happen knowing Akito isn’t the type of person to join something if there is no benefit for her. Let alone, most of the members of Kenjaku always laughed at Takemichi and his determination to do the impossible. Just by how Hakkai is shaking in his spot and Takemichi’s dumbfounded look, looks like he’ll be the one saying the next thing.

“What drugs are you on to decide that?” Yeong-Ja cackles, slapping her hand onto her forehead and shaking in her spot.

“You’re declaring a rumble between Mikey and you with no army?” Hanma wheezes in his spot before falling back and laughing hard on the floor. “What a bunch of losers~!”

Akito is the loudest laugher, kicking her legs in the air and holding her stomach. She wheezes in a breath, forcing her body to stop for a moment and question her guests. Her eyes are squinted smugly and a grin forms on her lips, giggles leaving her.

“After all these years, you finally decide to gain the balls to challenge Mikey? At what cost when you can barely fight yourself?” Akito titters in amusement, her grin forming into a smile seeing the boy’s expression change and trying so hard to stay strong. “Y’know even when we were teens, I never just aided to a fight for no reason. I need a plan and reason to join in on a fight, I’ll never aid something with no resolve.”

Takemichi goes to open his mouth to respond, but Chifuyu beats him to the punch.

“You helped out in any fight Toman was involved in when Mikey asked. Why is it different when we ask for your help to fight Mikey and his new gang?” Chifuyu questions in a challenging tone, his eyebrows furrow a bit and he lowers his head.

Hanma and Yeong-Ja’s laughter dies down as the serious tension starts to replace their disbelief. Akito hums in acknowledgment and slight amusement from the ex-first division vice commander of Toman. She leans back in her lounger and leans on the armrest, making the boys tense as if she was getting ready to order Hanma to do something.

“He had to be truly desperate to ask for Kenjaku’s help. Exhibit A is when Shuji was running Vahalla and it was 300 to 150 members; I lend the aid of another 150 to make it even.” She briefly explains with her voice dropping into a more serious tone, her eyes boring down at the four boys before her. “And the fights always benefitted me too in the long run. Both Mikey and Draken knew that more than anyone.”

“We still crushed Vahalla! What was in it for you anyways to join in on that battle?” Chifuyu demands and raises his voice to a near yell, before getting a pen thrown at him and striking him between the eyes. His eyes move to see Hanma flicking around a pen in between his fingers, his piercing eyes fixed on the boy and looking down at him.

“No one is yelling, C4U. This isn’t a fucking rock concert where you need to scream.” Hanma warns in a low voice, his smile no longer there, and flips the pen around between his fingers. “We can hear you fine.”

There’s a moment before Akito responds and gets up. “I wanted Shuji in exchange for the battle and a guaranteed win. That is what happened and even Toman got bigger in numbers taking in Valhalla.” She answers truthfully, walking down the step of where she was and down to where the boys are. “Toman got stronger and I gained the boyfriend I wanted. Now as an adult, I am married and have everything I ever wanted.”

“You cheated on Taka-Chan for Hanma.”

Takemichi turns to shut up Hakkai before Akito could do anything, but his movements are stopped when she holds out a hand to him. She looks down at the blue-haired male who stares up at her in disgust, though behind that is fear that he holds for her. Stepping off of her stage and stalking up to her gusts with a predatory gaze.

Both Yeong-Ja and Hanma adjust themselves in their spots. Hanma grinned with a titter leaving past his lips, praying that she’ll give him the word. Yeong-Ja’s fingers tapped on her leg, watching the other boys just in case they’ll be bold enough to attack Akito. Though the only ones that look genuinely upset with Akito are just Chifuyu and Hakkai, both having their very own reasons. Leaving Inui and Takemichi forced to stay silent and not move from their spots.

“Repeat that one more time for me, Hakkai,” Akito’s voice remains eerily calm as she takes another step to stand in the middle of the four men. Her eyes fixed on the youngest Shiba sibling, “I didn’t quite understand what you said. By all means, express your doubts and concerns. I’ll allow it.”

“You slept with Hanma at that hotel. I know it happened because that was when he came back into your life and became your assistant!” Hakkai states what’s been swirling in his mind ever since the day Hanma came back to the surface. He stares up at Akito with anger and his fists clench in his lap. “You allowed him to ruin everything you have with Taka-Chan! You kicked Taka-Chan to the curb for some guy that left you all those years ago, you don’t even look upset by the split! You’re standing there smiling and laughing because we’re asking for help with fighting Mikey! You never cared about anything in the world that isn’t fucking Hanma Shuji! You’re a sorry excuse for a wife!”

Before Hanma or Yeong-Ja could intervene, Akito’s foot is already slamming against the side of Hakkai’s head. He goes flying into the wooden walls, shouting in pain when his spine collides with the pillar in the wall. The three other boys gasp with complete shock at how quickly Akito moved to attack Hakkai. Hanma grins at the show and Yeong-Ja lets out a breath that she didn’t do worse.

She watches how he falls to the floor as she stalks over to him. She stands before him, hearing him gasping for air and trying to get up. Crouching down, she tilts her head to the side before grabbing him by his outgrown undercut, forcing him to look her in the eye. He doesn’t know what scares him more; the feeling that he’s at the Devil’s mercy or the slits in Akito’s eyes.

“How would you know if I slept with Shuji or not? You weren’t there unless you were some perv getting your rocks off in the same fucking hotel. But I doubt that you’re terrified of women except for your own sister.” Her voice remains calm and collected, but there’s something scary about how much lower her voice drops.

“And don’t you dare claim I am not in the slightest affected about my fucking split with Takashi. My fucking husband left because he didn’t want to fucking adjust that I have a fucking assistant that is the opposite sex and competent in his job! I am under a fuck ton of stress managing Twin Dragons and fucking Kira, having Shuji fucking relieves some of that stress helps me fucking greatly! I do not fucking need a fucking closeted faggot to tell me I don’t care about my fucking marriage!”

Hakkai winces at the loud volume in Akito’s voice, squeezing his eyes shut at how close her face is to his. He shakes in his spot, too terrified to look her in the eye or even argue back. He wants to punch her but he knows his place when it comes to being around someone like Akito. In times like this, he feels like a kid again when Taiju lived with them.

Throwing him down to the ground, Akito turns to look back at the other three with the same deadly gaze. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes before turning to face them fully again. When she opens them, they fall back to the calm and composed gaze she held before.

“I’m sorry you were exposed to such an ugly sight,” She bows as she says this calmly and professionally. She stands up straight and walks back to her lounge chair, “As you heard, I am under a lot of stress. But I do encourage you from time to time to question my logic but in a respectful manner. If you disagree with the way I do things, tell me so, no subjects are taboo with me. Exceptions being if it involves my family, Hakkai being a prime example.”

There’s something unsettling to see Akito go from a cold-hearted empress to a compassionate leader who talks sincerely. Even how calm Hanma and Yeong-Ja are at her sides, no reaction whatsoever to her actions besides a smirk and a sigh.

She rubs her temples and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes again. “State your case again and I’ll give you my final answer.”

Chifuyu is too stunned to speak for Takemichi and Inui is aiding Hakkai to make sure she didn’t cause too bad of damage. Takemichi takes a deep breath despite the fear she’s instilled within them all as if remind them who exactly she is and that she’s worse than she was back when they were kids on the street.

“Help us fight Mikey, please,” Takemichi says softly, looking up at Akito with begging yet stern eyes. He takes another deep breath, hoping that the card he pulls is the correct one to use. “Mitsuya told me to ask for your help because he knows you’ve been unamused lately. I know the split is still taking a toll on you both, and I understand that. But he has his hands tied with his brand and maybe, this fight will help relieve some of that stress.”

She stares down at the faux blond male, blankly and still. Tense silence falls over the room again, letting Akito think of her final answer. The former members of Toman pray to every god that she’ll accept their plea, if not, they’re doomed. She’s a powerhouse on her own, but with her connections, it’s an easy win.

“As much as I would love to partake,” Akito breathes out and places her hands on her knees, she bows. Hanma and Yeong-Ja follow her movement and hang their heads low in respect. “I am afraid I have to decline this offer.”

Takemichi’s mouth falls open and shakes his head, “Wait! Why?”

Sitting up straight, Akito’s eyes meet Takemichi’s, and for once reveals the true emotions that lie inside her. “I have an organization and business to run, Takemitchy. We are no longer kids who could drop whatever they’re doing to settle a score. I have a reputation to uphold for my father’s organization and I’m afraid hopping into a battle with the Kanto Manji Gang will tarnish our credibility.” She tells in a sincere voice. She then stands up and Hanma follows her like a shadow. “Try to understand, Takemitchy. When you’re born into the Yakuza, there’s a code of honor we all must follow.”

“I see,” Takemichi sighs in defeat and nods his head in understanding. He gets up himself followed by Chifuyu, signaling Inui and Hakkai to also get up. “I hope everything works out between you and Takashi, Akito.”

She smiles, “Thank you. Shuji will see you boys out, I have to take care of things around here.”

Just like that, the newly forming gang of Takemichi is still stuck at square one. They didn’t even get to ask if Hanma could take her place, but by how he is with Akito, he won’t do it. Yeong-Ja wouldn’t dare to go against her either, but it seemed like Yeong-Ja’s sole reason for being there is to be Akito’s new impulse control. With Mitsuya gone, who knows what chaos Akito could cause?

****

On the night of the fashion show, Takemichi, Hakkai, and Chifuyu sat in the front row seats of the guest area. They watch in awe as each model walks by in stunning outfits, though they didn’t care about the other fashion designers, they were excited to see what Mitsuya had come up with.

Very back of the room stood Akito with Hanma watching the show as well. Choosing not to sit in any of the chairs or even in the space that was reserved just for her months back that was in front of the show. It wasn’t that Akito didn’t want to support her husband— she does; She just doesn’t want him to know she’s there. Albeit, she is curious about what designs he came up with.

“Wonder if he just didn’t attend and we came here for no reason?” Hanma leaned down, uttering softly but just loud enough for her to hear.

“He isn’t the type of man to skip out on an event,” Akito responded with a soft sigh, then takes a sip of her martini. “Once Takashi sets his mind on something, he won’t turn back on it. Besides, his reputation as a fashion designer is on the line.”

Hanma hummed a response, but then his eyes catch sight of a crying blue-haired idiot. “Seems like even Toman came.” He noted before realizing it was still just Takemichi and Chifuyu with Hakkai. He nods his head to the side, “Or the remaining three. They’re missing one.”

“Luna might’ve invited them,” She commented with no surprise. “She probably thought I wasn’t going to show up. I know the office has been placing bets if I was going to arrive or not.”

“Next we have Mitsuya Takashi, founder of Twin Dragons! And his theme, Butterfly. ”

She smirked at the announcer’s excited tone, she crossed her arms while gently swirling the liquid in her glass. The part that shocked her the most is the monologue that is spoken while revealing the extravagant outfits her husband had created and put together. She knew she should be focusing on the looks but her attention is glued to the meaning of the outfits.

“ She’s free and yet beautiful like a butterfly, but even butterflies can devour the living. Disguising as something so pure yet so morbid at the same time. ”

She wanted to frown and look down at the designs but she couldn’t help but feel her chest swell. Handing off her glass to Hanma, she clasped her hands and tilts her head to the side, and swooned at the beautifully put-together kimonos. Even with the add-on of the butterfly wings and the intricate embroidery. Mitsuya’s fashion designs never cease to amuse her and leave her in awe.

Later on in the fashion show, they announce the best looks in the show to praise the designers for their efforts and offer them gifts. Mitsuya is announced as one of them. Akito’s sharp eyes watched the runway intently, she hasn’t seen her husband in almost four months, and she wonders how he was doing. The last she heard from him was the morning after their big fight when he was leaving for work.

Footsteps approach the catwalk, revealing a male dressed in an uncanny bosozoku uniform with gold embroidered lettering down the sleeves and over the chest pockets, and a white sash. Though now, the left side of his head is shaven to reveal the dragon tattoo that he shares with Draken. He walked with his head held high despite the whispers around the venue. Something about the minimal yet grand entrance makes Akito melt inside and her heart grew warm.

He walked up to the microphone, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“First and foremost, thank you very much for the award,” Mitsuya began to talk, despite the whispers of judgment in the crowd. It makes him let out a curt scoff before continuing with the best professionalism he can give. “A few days ago, a helpless junior of mine came to me and told me, ‘ I’m going to fight a former friend .”

Akito’s eyes widened in surprise with her swooning smile fading. Her expression changed to her natural stoic and judging gaze towards the stage, and her eyes shifted to the faux blond in the front row staring up at Mitsuya in shock.

“Takemitchy, you don’t mind me tagging along?”

A loud gasp swept the entire venue at the announcement from the fashion designer. Both Hanma and Akito are even taken aback by the question. Even the new members of Takemichi’s gang are staring up at him in pure shock.

“I am rejecting this award!” Mitsuya announced loudly and caused more of an uproar around the venue. He then politely bowed, “I’m sorry for those who helped me and the judges who selected me.”

“How dare you treat a prestigious award like this?!” One angry judge called out.

Another then shouted, “Have you lost your mind?!”

“Are you going to ruin the future of your brand like this?” The third one screamed.

Mitsuya stood up straight to face the angry crowd of fashion critics. The bored look he holds almost showed his true feelings about rewards. He let the rude remarks and threats to take the award, but with each angry holler, it makes him start to look down on these men and women screaming at him. He doesn’t flinch when balled-up papers got thrown at him or even phased by half-empty water bottles hitting him.

“No matter how great the award is,” Mitsuya began to speak again, his voice calm and it made Akito smirk at the spite in his eyes. “If you abandon the friends who made you happiest for it,”

“There goes the brand,” Hanma rolled his eyes with an annoyed huff. “And half my paycheck.” Then earned an elbow into his ribcage from Akito.

“Then that award is downright shitty!” Mitsuya spitefully yet pridefully finished with a smirk on his lips.

More clamor and uproar filled the venue, more trash gets thrown at him for still standing up there. Though through the crowd, the tabloids pushed their way past the angry crowds. All of them had cameras and held their mics up to Mitsuya, bombarding him with numerous questions about his brand and the company.

In the commotion, Akito curtly huffed and tilted her head down with her arms crossed under her chest. As much as she hated the idea of the company losing revenue, they could always put the brand on an indefinite hiatus. Or make up some bullshit story that Mitsuya needed time away for more “ inspiration ” for his designs and that he had a creative burnout.

At Mitsuya’s resolution, Akito knew where their future will be heading. Like a never-ending cycle, gangs and fights would always bring them back to the beginning.

“Shuji,” Akito said while turning on her heel to start walking out of the venue to stay out of sight and away from the tabloids. “Give Gogo a call. Tell her to wrangle up the girls.”

“O-ho~?” Hanma grinned with sadistic interest glimmering in his amber eyes. “Are we going to have a bit of fun~? With Mikey?”

Akito hummed with a devilish glimmer in her eyes. “Of course.” She nonchalantly respond before she looked up at him. “Toman always needs Kenjaku to lend them a hand. Given it’s Mikey and it’s been years, they’re gonna need it.”

To Be Continued

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