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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅

(Black dragons edition)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 : 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

( might write other characters if this doesn't flop)

WARNING : 18+, minors DNI. Guys it's obvious from the title 😭 masturbation, accidental nudes, voyeurism, smut.

WORDS COUNT : around 2500

𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊 :

Showing your best friend Lisa your new lingerie should have never went that far. Why did you even kept Wakasa's number in the first place ? It has been nearly four months since you two broke up, and you made it clear you would not come back. But fate had another say in the matter, and God was it a coincidence that his phone number and your best friend's looked so alike ?

The dying sun rays were seeping through the window of his office kissing his skin, the warmth and calm around the gym that afternoon weighing down his eyelids. Sore muscles left him on the verge of sleeping there, no clients, only Takeomi smoking right outside the gym, wouldn't it be the perfect time for a little nap ?

Unfortunately, some notification from his phone seemed against it. Sighing, Wakasa grabbed his phone, already knowing he would be ignoring the text message.

Except it was a video, and the sender's name had his usual stern expression turning into a frown. A text from you and his heart missed a beat. And for a second he'd wonder if he didn't actually fell asleep and it wasn't just a dream. You were nothing but a thought after all, the one keeping him up at night, the one creeping in everytime he holds a woman close, and the one having him hurrying to open that damn video.

To earn a single reaction from Wakasa Imaushi, someone would need to burn the candle at both ends, yet for you... You didn't even needed clothes to got him all-

-" Holy shit... " He stiffened.

The video started with his end, seeing you in front of your bathroom mirror, wrapped in what must have been the sexiest lingerie he has ever seen.

-" I bought it yesterday, and when I tell you I'm in love with this embroidery!"

You switched to the front camera and before he could comprehend anything, you started zooming on the black bra. His pants tightened at the same time, seeing how your slender fingers caressed the see-through embroidered fabric, accidentally making your breast pop up even more.

-" Fuck-"

With each inch of your skin a new fire was born in his guts, and as you flashed those perfect teeth in a smile, the blast was inevitable. He couldn't take it anymore and immediately slipped his hand in his pants, freeing his cock from its restraints, pumping the length slowly and drinking in the sight of your soft skin and how the fabric embraced it perfectly.

-" and bestie you gotta see the panties! "

As you lowered the camera, a grunt left his mouth. The panties were just as transparent as the bra, slight flowery embroidery to hide the lesser modesty. The plush of your thighs was poking out from the black garter belt, the skin he once upon a time loved to squeeze until bruising...

-" Uh... Baby" he panted, feeling the precum leaking along his shaft. Your body was displayed in front of him, and he was so ashamed but nothing in this world nor another could have stopped him from jerking off to the thought of your skin under his digits.

-" Oh my god, look how the curve of the ass is-"

-" Right... Be a doll and do a spin f'me, you just look-... So fuckin' adorable"

You were smiling, biting that pink lower lip while showing the back of the panties through the mirror, God help him through the heat he was feeling, God help him through the thoughts he was having.

-" I'd die... To bend you over that fuckin' sink. Goddamn, want that pussy clenching 'round my cock as it used to..."

Chasing desperately his high, his palm stroke his length faster and faster, not even focusing on the words you were saying as much as he tried remembering the sound of your voice screaming his name, he needed it, what you just made was straight forward sadistic because if previously he couldn't take you out of his head, currently he was desperately tightening his hand around him in order to fake the clenching of your pussy.

-" Gonna- shit... Gonna fuck my cum inside ya.Tie you to my damn bed so you're never leaving-"

-" right, I'm waiting for your review, see ya later !"

Just as the screen showed your smiling face again, you sent a kiss to the camera and also sent Wakasa Imaushi to cloud nine, dug his grave long before his time to come.

-" Hell-"

He came even faster than usual, throwing his head back, painting his hand white and breathing through an open mouth. His cock was still twitching in his hand, still hard as concrete when the screen turned black and showed him how much of a mess you made of him.

And the devils on his shoulders wouldn't stop crying one single thing, one single name. Outraged, they were, screaming at him, reminding him he was the white leopard, how come did he let what he wanted slip between his fingers that way ? Was he really in need to see what he had lost to actually realize how much of a wreck he had been since the break up ?

Wiping his hands clean on paper tissues, he tossed those ones on the trash and quickly grabbed his phone.

- This better be for me and only me, I'd hate to think you'd let someone else see those pretty tits ?

Delivered.

Read.

Could he eventually sense the hurricane that shook you to the core ? Could he have guessed the shock you've been through ?

A heart attack, a denial state and fifteen minutes later, he received your answer.

- I am profoundly sorry, this was addressed to my best friend. Ignore and delete it please, as well as my number.

Delivered.

Read.

A smirk adorned the pretty lips of the white leopard, too bad, he was already outside.

-" Hey loser?"

Takeomi turned toward his friend and deadpanned, watching as he walked toward him.

-" Close up the gym for me."

Takeomi's hands received the keys Wakasa threw just in time to not let them fall to the ground, as that one began making his way to his bike, the scarred face man asked.

-" Got something to do ?"

Placing his legs on each side of his motorcycle, his hand reached for his phone, as the other took out a lollipop from his pocket. Eyes on the screen, he didn't even peered at Takeomi while answering.

-" something I should've done a long time ago. "

His friend frowned then sighed , knowing he wouldn't get any answer. The one who received that answer was you, actually, some seconds later after his fingers tapped on the screen and pressed the send button, he started his bike.

- Daddy let you have enough fun, princess. Time to come back home.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 :

Now who's fault was it if both of you were suckers for late night rides ? He would ride his motorcycle with you on the back everytime you'd ask for, even when the rain was pouring like that night. At some point, you would probably catch a flu, and your childhood friend would never let you fall sick, right ?

Shinichiro Sano was a lot of things, but don't you ever dare say he is not a gentleman. Seeing how soaked you were from head to toe, he brought you back to his house, to his bathroom exactly and gave you one of his t-shirts and pants so he could drive you home in dry clothes, since the rain had stopped.

Secretly, he was dying to drive you back home. He was none but a man after all, you could've never imagined how hard was it for him to see your shirt turning transparent, your lips glistening and eyelashes wet from the rain. He wanted nothing more but to get as far as possible from his biggest temptation, you.

Satan's plan was simple, in order to lure you both in the third deadly sin. You would only remember you needed a towel once you got rid of your shirt and your pants.

-" Oh shit..." Where did he put the towels again ?

-" Shin ?"

Next step, he would hear you and think you were done. Stupidly, and too fast he would grab the door handle and walk in the bathroom, your mouth would fall agape and his eyes would widen.

-" Fuck-"

Even ice cubs were less frozen than you at that moment, and Shin was as paralyzed as a dead. His eyes trailed down your body, from your breasts poking out from your bra, to the seemingly soft skin of your belly. Then inevitably would meet your panties, and only when he'd see your thighs squeezing together would he finally get snapped out of his trance-like state.

-" forgi- I'm so sorry ! I- I thought you... Thought you were done-"

- " Shin, hey ! " He looked so pathetic, all red and fidgety that you couldn't help but make a step toward him.

-" I'm not a pervert, I promise... You, I mean... I swear I'm not enjoying-"

-" Shin, calm-"

-" No that's not what I meant ! Yeah, sure I'm enjoying the view, I mean... You're hot as fuck, but I don't- "

-" Stop !"

You voice rose up at the same time you grabbed the door handle and closed the door on both of you, thus finding yourself almost pressed against him, your faces only inches away from each other. That way, you couldn't miss how he gulped down, how his pupils dilated and his chest almost touched yours with his jerky breaths.

-" Please don't think of me as a creep... "

He whispered, lips almost grazing yours with each words. You licked your lips instinctively and his gaze fell on them, swallowing hard before he looked back at your eyes when you spoke.

-" It's okay, Shin. I know you didn't meant to."

Your soft voice all but sent shivers down his spine, then you chuckled, and he swore for a minute he forgot your body was so exposed in front of him.

-" and, do you really think I look hot ?"

Was it a question or a trap hole for him to fall into ? The fire burning his guts could not be compared to anything right now, he had seen them pretty pornstars, but never has he gone through such an arousal.

His heart stumbled on its own beats, mouth opening and closing several times and wheels obviously turning in his head.

-" Hell yeah !... " He couldn't help his gaze drifting toward your breasts again, mesmerized by the way they rose and fell with each breath you took. His gaze curiously built a fire in your lower belly, a confidence you only felt under your childhood friend's eyes. You tilted your head to the side while asking him-

-" Do you... Wanna touch it ?"

God how was he cute, with those dark eyes widening and his cheeks heating. You almost felt guilty for making him go through such a state of denial, almost because when he shook his head so fervently only seconds after realizing, God how cute was he...

-" Yes... I mean, really ? Isn't it-"

Your bra fell to the ground along with his last working braincells, if he already wasn't rock hard, now he was nothing more than a cigarette burning from lust, in the devil's mouth.

Shin gulped down, eyes stuck on you, and he would've died to be able to say something, to tell you how perfect you looked, but damn-

Damn you took his hand, and damn you put each of them on your bare chest and he should have been ashamed of the shaky breath leaving his mouth at the same time.

-" Can you feel my heart beating ?" Your whispering voice made him look back at your eyes, he bit his lip slightly and nodded his head.

-" You're so, so fucking soft" he praised, squeezing gently on your breasts. The small gasp he brought out of you was enough to make him drop his last spark of sanity and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

-" What the fuck are we doin', hm ?" As he asked, one of his hands left your breast to caress your thigh, you immediately wrapped that one around his waist, making him breath loudly, your most secretive part rubbed against the bulge in his pants, he swore he felt precum leaking on his underwear.

-" We're... Best friends right ?" you panted, began grinding your clothed cunt against him. " We gotta know everything about each other... "

-" Fuck...don't stop, please, this feel s'good ".

-" Yeah ? Am I making you feel good ? " You felt him nod against your neck's skin,bringing your body even closer and grinding himself against you.

Your hands reached for his neck, his squeezed your thigh and breast harder, and what a sight, both of you moaning and grinding against each other just as if you both have been dying internally for this...

-" Shin, here ! "

A particular thrust of his hips against you reached your clit over your panties, making your panties dampen under his adoring gaze. With each passing minute, he discovered his balls could grow even heavier, and when the lust reached an impossibly high spike, his other hand left your breast to lift you from the floor, lock eyes with you.

-" Fuck friends, need to be inside ya. Would you let me, please ? For me ? "

And who were you to deny your best friend anything, when his breath was so hard to catch ? When your own guts were burning and you were soaking his pants with your arousal?

-" Fuck me, Shin. Please, take me...hm ! "

Enough was enough, his lips met yours just like he always daydreamed about, when you would go for hours and hours speaking. It felt like flying on a cloud, your soft thigh on his hands, wet panties against him and lips devouring yours, even in his wildest dreams never has it been so perfect. And those dreams he had made a lot about you...

-" pretty girl, you're so good t'me. You don't even have to beg, gotta take this pretty pussy 'til you're dripping with my cum".

As carefully as with an eyelash on his eye, he carried you until his bedroom where he placed your body on the mattress and lied on top of you as soon, locking his dark gaze with yours.

-" But please, keep in mind friends don't know the way you taste ".

Ayoooo this was so shitty 😭 I straight forward hate it but you know me when I have an idea in mind, especially on late nights...

Anyway hope it's not too gross to read, gotta come back to writing that Mikey's baby girl sequel.

I don't know if anyone's gonna like this but if you do, and if you want other black dragons or even Tokyo rev characters accidentally seeing you naked, just name the character and I will write it !

@tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

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blueparadis · 1 year

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꒰ my mother's eyes + wakasa imaushi ꒱

+cw. — fluff, angst with comfort, suggestive themes, kissing, implied death by accident, established relationship, love confession. | +wc. — 0.5k

+syn.— on some days you remind him of his mom.

+notes. — repost from my other account so that all my writings are at one place :]

Wakasa sat beside you nudging his shoulder against your neckline. One of his hands curled behind you sinking the bed under pressure. He isn't looking at the album you're having on your lap, his eyes are wandering on your slim nape, on your cheeks that are cherry tainted due to the gush of memories you had while flipping through the pages of his family album. His mind is all mushy with thoughts of longing, heart all bruised with faith just because you talk like her, take care of his little things just like her; his mother.

“Oh look Wakasa!”, you beckon excitedly gazing in his way and it was as if he couldn't hold it in any longer. His emotions were already at bay. His lips dashed onto yours making you shut your eyes instantly. His arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you close to his burning body while the other palms your face holding onto it as if you'd sublime if he let that go. Your lips skillfully take his letting him sink, the family album still open onto your lap as he breaks the kiss with a strong exhale against your mouth.

“Hey...”, you utter with a release of your breath looking at his lilac pupils that glisten with sadness, and loneliness. It's unfair, how he doesn't have the slightest idea how much you burn in his embers of emotions. He never knew he had all these erupting emotions for you, messy memories he always tried to push back at the back of his mind just to put a smile on his face, to never see you wilt in desolation. You were like a flower to him, that he took care of since always!

“I...I love you y/n”, he blurts out barely able to keep himself upright. Wakasa’s fluffy platinum hair brushes against your cheeks as he rests his chin on the juncture of your shoulders, like a child whining for his mother’s care. You keep the album aside rubbing his back. You could feel him relax, soft groans almost setting your skin on fire. “I... sorry...I just wanted to kiss you... wanted to feel you... I'll always be by your side. I would never leave you like I left my mother, on that day”, his voice fades.

“Shhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't hers either. It.was.just.fate”, you mumbled against his ears feeling his grip around your back grow stronger at each passing moment declaring his fear of being broken again.

You slipped your hands underneath his t-shirt. His skin was cold, ice-cold yet you could feel his flaming memories still haunting him. “I know...I know you'll never leave me.”, you murmur making him pull away from your hug in a flash. He was surprised, surprised at your courage to endure such morbidity. His lips part momentarily yet it was all in vain since you mumble, “I know you never intend to...”

His eyes flare up at the fall of your words.

“Oh god!”, he slips taking your palms in his kissing them as if he's never been blessed with such kindness.

He lets out a throaty chuckle noticing the photo in the album; of him with his mother; her eyes offering nothing but love, just like yours. He was in love, again. And he would be in love again every day, at each passing moment whenever he will gaze into your eyes, his mother's eyes.

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@tokyometronetwork

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knchins · 2 years

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Overtime - Wakasa I.

Summary: Your boss calls you in on your day off to help cheer up his best friend, and you can’t say no to the extra cash. Based on Chapter 270.

Pairing: Wakasa x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - She/her

Rating: E+

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Chapter 270 Spoilers, sex work, boss/employee relationship, established relationship, booty call, biting, knife play, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, cream pie, semi-public sex, praise kink, angst (no happy ending)

Notes: Welcome to my Wakasa brain rot. Requests are open if you'd like to see more Waka content! I just take a while to get to them sometimes.

The edge of the bathroom counter dug into your lower back as a mewl made its way from between your lips. “My boss is going to be angry,” You say with a sigh as teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck. The tattooed man is smirking against your now wet skin, knowing that you weren’t truly all that concerned.

“Are you telling me no?” He asks, breath tickling your ear before he nips at your earlobe. “I think he’ll be even more upset if you give him blue balls.”

He parted your legs with his knee, pressing it against your clothed cunt. Though he couldn’t feel the dampness of your panties through his jeans, he knew what state they were in. You managed to resist the urge to roll your hips to feel friction against your throbbing clit. “What about your- ah- friend,” you pant as he moves his leg back and forth to stimulate you in the most teasing of ways.

“He had to go,” Wakasa replied, not knowing why Shinichiro bothered darting off after some homeless man that claimed to be a time leaper. It was ridiculous. His grief was driving him to every possible option to get Mikey back, though most of them had been scams. This one was probably just another elaborate scheme to get money out of the poor grieving older brother.

You tutted, annoyed with him as his hands began to lazily flick open the buttons of your blouse. “You called me in on my night off to fuck him and he’s not even here?” It wasn’t in your job description. Hostesses didn’t have sex with customers normally, but you and Wakasa had a game that you play where he pretends to only want you for sex and you pretend to only want the money he gives you for it.

There couldn’t possibly be anything deeper between the two of you, not even the slightest chance.

You shifted as his cold fingers brushed against your bare skin when he opened up your shirt completely. He grabbed hold of your hips and lifted you to set you on the counter. A whimper left you at the new lack of touch against your clit. It was so easy for him to rile you up,

“You really going to complain when you’re already crying for my cock?” He asked, taking out a switchblade and flicking it open. He cut the middle of your bra, letting your breasts free. You wanted to complain, but the money he’d be slipping you later would be more than enough to pay for a new one.

He ran the flat part of the blade along your jaw, the thought of him accidentally cutting you sending a jolt straight to your core. Just one slip and you could be bleeding, one little mistake as he dragged it down your throat and traced your collar bones. Your breath hitched in your throat, worried that if you breathed too heavily then you’d be cut.

He put the knife down momentarily and you let out the breath you’d been holding. “Still don’t trust me, huh?” He asked, his tone bored though you knew he was joking. He enjoyed playing chicken with you, even if you didn’t necessarily enjoy it back.

His large hand cupped your right breast, squeezing it playfully before moving to pinch your hardened nipple. Your teeth sink into your lip to keep quiet, hearing someone try to open the locked door. The customer cursed before leaving. Waka was unperturbed as he rid you of your underwear in a similar fashion to your bra, by cutting out the middle of it. You hadn’t even noticed he’d picked it back up again, though that was probably for the best.

His index finger traced along your slit, gathering the arousal that had pooled into your now ruined underwear. You bit your lip even harder as he circled your clit slowly before flicking it. A squeak of surprise was stuck in your throat as he pulled his hand away and motioned for you to open your mouth.

You did so obediently and he slid his finger into your parted lips for you to suck on, the taste of your own sweetness now on your tongue. “That’s a good girl,” He hummed and your thighs pressed together desperately. Why did he always insist on taking his time in the beginning? It was incredibly frustrating.

With your impatience growing you reached for his belt, and he didn’t stop you from unbuckling it before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. That same blank expression was on his pretty face, though his half-lidded eyes stayed on you like a hawk.

“You’re really desperate for someone who had the day off.” He commented as he grabbed your wrists before you could pull his stiff cock out. You groaned with frustration, needing more than his incessant teasing. He knew what you wanted, but Waka moved at his own pace. He wasn’t one to be rushed.

You leaned forward, putting your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the needy expression on your face. “If you need me so bad, then say it.” He said, sounding almost irritated with your shyness. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done this a hundred times before.

Heat crept up the back of your neck and onto your face with embarrassment. “I need you, Waka.” You murmured into his neck before kissing it in order to urge him on. Another jiggling of the bathroom doorknob at you sitting upright again. Normally you two did this after closing, it wasn’t like him to fuck you in the middle of the work day.

You eyed the door, hearing another frustrated sound from a coworker who cursed before banging on the door, “hurry up in there!” If only they knew who they were talking to, you thought as you looked at the now annoyed expression on your boss’s face. Instead of saying anything back to them, he pushed down his pants and briefs to expose his long, flushed cock.

Your mouth watered as you reached out to stroke him, wishing you were in a position to get down on your knees for him. Wakasa had an air of authority around him regardless if he was on the job or not. Perhaps it was his gang status or maybe it was just his natural state of being, but with just a look, he really could make you do anything he wanted.

He reached around to grab handfuls of your ass before pulling you to the edge of the counter as you smeared the bead of precum along his length. You spread your legs for him like the obedient bitch that you were.

You positioned his tip at the entrance to your pussy and without any hesitation, Waka pushed in all the way to the hilt, stretching you out as your head tilted back with a silent moan. Your legs wrapped around his thin waist as he grabbed your chin to steady you for a forceful and demanding kiss.

His cock throbbed, hard as stone as he waited to move. It wasn’t that you couldn’t take his size, he had made sure to train you well in that area, but he wanted to savor the way you clamped down on him. The small edging of your hips to get him to move. The little whine you made when he stood still as you did anything to feel more of him.

You were molded to him as if the two of you had been made for each other. Your hands moved to his shoulders, nails attempting to dig through his shirt and into the skin of his back. He had to know how much you wanted him, right? That it wasn’t just about the money but the quality of the orgasms his dick gave you. The way his name felt so right coming out of your mouth as you begged for him to move.

Wakasa leaned down to press his lips against yours again. It lacked tenderness or care and was enough to snap you back into the reality that this was your boss and not someone that actually cared about you. It was hungry and consuming, almost overpowering as he slowly dragged his hips backward before snapping them into you with enough force to make the mirror behind you rattle.

A moan rattled your throat as he started slow, reveling in the feeling of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out to the tip. The whimper of ecstasy as he thrust back in, balls deep. The beautifully blissful expression on your face as your eyes rolled back when he picked up the pace. Waka would devour you whole if he could. Keep you locked away where no other man could paw at you. But then, maybe moments like this wouldn’t be as exhilarating if he knew he had you all to himself.

Your hands found his face, cupping either side of it as you pulled him down for a deep kiss. Your tongue intertwined with his, exploring each other’s mouths as if you didn’t already know every inch of it. Your moans poured into him like new life as his blunt nails dug into the plush of your bottom, practically pulling you off the ledge so he could push his cock in even deeper.

Outside the floor manager had turned up the interior ambiance music to keep patrons from getting the wrong idea. No touching the girls, the poor blushing man reminding everyone while apologizing for the person who was sick in the bathroom. No one fell for the bad attempt at a cover-up. Everyone could tell what was going on behind the closed door.

Your nails dug into the back of his neck, leaving red crescents in his pale skin. He didn’t mind the marking, though if any other of the girls he routinely called on did he then he’d probably drop them. You were and always would be his favorite fuck.

He bit at your neck again as your back arched, pulling your bouncing chest closer to his as his thrusts grew relentless. His angle was perfect, the rhythm driving you insane as his shaft continuously rubbed against the sweet spot inside of you. Your vision blurred, bright white stars sprouting in the darkness as the intense knot in your abdomen threatened to snap which each roll of his hips.

“Waka,” you keened as his hands found your hair and wrenched your head back to give him easier access to your throat. Your walls tensed around him as pain radiated from your hair follicles. The sudden tightness made him groan, something rare as he normally kept quiet during sex unless he was to praise or degrade you.

“You take me-” He paused as he rammed into you again, “Fuck, so well.”

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, your own way of asking for permission. The gods knew you’d be in trouble if you came without his approval.

“My little whore wants to cum?” He hissed, his balls heavy with the need to release. In truth, he couldn’t hold out much longer either. All he needed to let go was to feel your pussy spasming around him. “Go on then, cum.”

As if on cue the knot inside of you snapped and waves of relieving pleasure washed over you. Your walls undulated, tightening and untightening in rapid succession as Waka fucked you through it, his own movements becoming erratic and almost jarring you from the plane of bliss you were currently floating in.

You could feel him pulsing as he gave one last heavy thrust before pumping you full of his white semen. You could almost taste it on your lips as your eyes slid shit and thighs relaxed, slumping forward as he held you to keep you from falling.

He rutted into you, making sure none of his precious seed would leak out when he finally pulled away from you. The sudden loss of warmth made you feel cold and lonely despite him standing right in front of you.

Wakasa adjusted his pants, not one for small talk after having dumped his load. A part of him longed to hold you, stay with you, and tell you that you somehow meant more to him than the others. Yet the words never came. He could get any girl he wanted to bed, but it was the commitment of them staying in it that made him afraid.

“You comin’ in tomorrow?” He asked, pulling out a cigarette and putting it into his mouth. Despite knowing what this truly was, a booty call, it hurt. Pain wound its way around your still-hammering heart as you quickly began to button your blouse back up before he could open the door to reveal your half-nakedness.

He pressed a wad of cash into your palm. A chilling display of what you were to him. You took it, putting it into your discarded clutch as you swallowed the hurt that threatened to creep up your throat like bile. “Yeah,” You said plainly, not giving any sign of how you were truly feeling. You hopped down from the counter and pretended to care about fixing your makeup in the mirror.

His lilac eyes lingered on you a moment longer before he gave a stiff nod and unlocked the bathroom door. He walked out, the same bored expression on his face as he went to finish the drink he had ordered before you arrived.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning a few shades lighter as you tried to reign in your emotions. The money, you reminded yourself. That was why you continued to do this to yourself. For the Money.

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eggtartz · 1 year

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hiii!! i found your blog recently and i just loved your writing!! could i request shinichiro (or the 1st generation of BD) reacting his girlfriend/wife (whatever) doctor saying he lost a patient he was doing his best to help?? 😔😔 its okay if you can't, have a good afternoon!!!

a/n : did you know my favorite gang is the bsd first generation? did you, did you? well now you know nyehe, thankyou for requesting this anon im very passionate about the first gen of bsd 🫶🏻

: a lot of crying, reader feels guilty but tons of fluff

masterlist

shinichiro

- you came home from your work at the hospital, exhausted and sad

- you saw shinichiro on the couch, watching the television

- he tried hugging you while in your scrubs but you hugged him with hesitation

- "what's wrong honey? did something happen?"

- "no, it's just.. i lost someone today at the hospital and.. i did everything that i could shin. but none of what i did worked, the medications didn't worked either" you sobbed on his chest

- shin patted your head, and gave you a tight squeeze to assure you

- "you tried your best honey but everyone leaves one day right? maybe, his time is already up. you shouldn't say that. he might be in a less painful place right now you know?"

- "is he?" you hiccuped

- "yeah, and his last moments were with you so i think he just had his best life. you know like me? im having my best life too right now" shin grinned at you, making you laugh slowly

- shin kept patting your head to soothe your feelings until you fell asleep in his hug

takeomi

- takeomi is so BAD at comforting, even when you two started dating you were the one that asked HIM out because he obviously liked you but couldn't express it well

- so when he saw you crying the moment you came home, man..

- was flabbergasted

- panicking

- tries cooing you only for you to cry even harder (insert a very panicking takeomi)

- the only way you could tell him what's wrong was the next morning where you calmed down, where you mentioned how you couldn't save your patient

- takeomi didn't said a word except a lot of apologies "im sorry that happened", "im sorry they died"

wakasa

- he was lounging at the balcony when he heard the door shut indicating you came bome

- he wanted to ask how your day was until he saw your face puffy, eyes red

- he seemingly already knows what happened because this wasn't the first time you dealt with this but either way he told you to sit on his lap and to cry every emotion out

- "it's not good to bottle emotions up. cry it all out, im here. i'll listen"

- so he listened while humming and grunted when you hit his chest a few times out of frustration

- "you've tried your best, that's the only thing that you could do. you did your job well and im proud of you"

benkei

- he bought lunch for you but your assistant said you were still in the surgery room, handling a patient

- so benkei waited in your office with the lunch he already packed. you arrived about half an hour later

- "oh. they didn't made it didn't they?" benkei said when he saw your eyes, red. you nodded and sat on your office chair while covering your mouth

- "he begged to hold my hand keizo, and his grip.. then he.." you prolonged your sentence while trying not to sob, considering how you got more patients after this lunch break

- "hey, you tried your best. his time has come, there's nothing you could do to stop that. im sure he's happier now" benkei hugged you, his bigger figure over towering you

- "at least he's not in pain anymore and you did what you could. now eat my love, you still have many people depending on you no? you need strength and you'll get them now okay?" benkei pushed the bento box he packed to you while opening them

- the smell of the warm food comforted you, benkei was right. you did what you could and sometimes life has their limits

- so you ate rather with him in your office while having small conversations and him wiping your cheeks a lot

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rinwhore · 2 years

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*Young/Koudou Rengou Wakasa and Y/n arguing*

Y/n : you know what, this isn't going nowhere. You aren't taking this shit seriously. Go home.

Waka: okay.

Y/n: *did this ass really said-*

*later at 2am, someone knocks at ur door*

Y/n: waka...what are you doing here?

Waka: *holding a tub of ice cream* you told me to go home

Y/n: *dumbfounded* this isn't your house..??

Waka: but this is where my home is.

Y/n: huh?

Y/n: * finally clicked* oh

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buccini555 · 2 years

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♡ 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ♡ 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶 ℐ𝓂𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Headcanons of what your first kiss would be like.

He asked you out on a date and during the night he came to pick you up at home.

You went on a motorcycle, he said he was going to take you to a beautiful place and you spent the whole way holding his waist tight.

It was a beautiful night and the stars were shining in the sky, you finally arrived at a high place in the city, where the sky seemed brighter than ever and the whole city was visible.

You guys sat on the floor watching the view.

He hugged you and stood looking at you for a few minutes with a small smile.

“You are so... I really don't know how to explain your beauty”

He holds your face lightly making you look at him, he suddenly gives you a small kiss.

After that, he looks at you again for a brief moment, his eyes reflect the starlight making you fall in love even more.

“Hmm? do you want more my darling?”

He kisses you again, this time a lingering kiss as he gently holds your hair.

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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𝔚𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢...

𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

The signs of wakasa not loving you were clear and were there but you were too love sick to notice, or did you choose to ignore it hoping to make him love you?

Wakasa got bored of things easily and you just happened to be one of those things. Everyone saw it, called it even. Everybody said you two wouldn't be a good fit but you covered your ears and followed wakasa like the little lost puppy you were.

Who's to blame in this situation though? You both could be blamed but wakasa had too much seeing how far you'd go to stay with him, you never even batted an eye when he told you to do something. Steal him cigarettes? You were on it. Wakasa came home later then usual, smelling like whiskey, pushing you away disgusted that you wanted to kiss him? Oh well, maybe he just wasn't in a good mood. Every little thing he did to you, you excused.

Even the sex felt off. Wakasa was somewhat passionate and loving at first but after a week he seemed to zone out, almost like he was high off his mind and was thinking of someone else but you told yourself, you were just overreacting.

No one else thought you were overreacting. Shinichiro, your family, friends and even an Ex of wakasa said you weren't overreacting. Yet again you blew it off. They didn't know wakasa like you did, if you could even say that you knew him.

It took two incidents for you to finally snap from the "love" you felt. The first one was Shinichiro showing you what an actual date and love was. Hearing how his best friend left you alone on your two year anniversary, Shin paid for dinner and ate with you before taking you to a small bakery and let you pick whatever you wanted for dessert.

The second incident hurt the worst out of them all. Wakasa coming home blackout drunk, getting annoyed when you tried helping him into bed, finally snapping at you, telling you in a drunked state "Y/N, how can you be so fucking stupid. I don't love you, i never did. I never wanted you in my life, you were just some dumb play thing, get the fuck out of my face" that's all you needed to hear to finally break it off with him and have him move out.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers #wakasa angst #imaushi wakasa #wakasa tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers wakasa #wakasa x reader #wakasa x y/n #wakasa x you #wakasa scenarios

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kazutora-lover · 2 years

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Title: Defeated (Part 1)

boss!Wakasa x secretary!fem!reader || Part 2

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Genre: fluff, angst, 'friends' -» enemies -» lovers (kinda-ish?)

Summary: working in your boss's gym as his secretary, just why did he always have to put up a fight?

Warnings: mentions of food and eating, cursing, Waka is stupid and mean (for now, he has his reasons - please bear with me here) :(

Notes: 1st gen Black Dragons are part of the story hehe and of course, everyone is alive because I'm saying so ~

Word count: 2.2k +

a/n: I didn't even plan for it to have multiple parts but it felt kinda appropriate to stop it here haha, gotta keep y'all on your toes. Also, why am I doing this to myself? She said she's simping for him and what does she do? Inflict pain on her already shredded and shattered heart lmao. The angst just 'pspspsed' at me and I couldn't escape its grasp.. Anyways, I hope you guys will like it. I was kinda anxious about posting this ngl lol.

a/n pt.2: I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my native language. I didn't entirely proofread it yet either, will do that later :).

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..... Friday.....

Friday nights, usually loved by everyone due to the simple fact of being able to rest as soon as one comes home, not the slightest worry about having to get up early the very next morning.

It's easy to assume that you loved Fridays too, right?

Well, you did love them but now that your boss decided to act like a prick, you started to hate them with a burning passion.

You don't even remember how or when it happened, Wakasa just started to act completely different around you. One day really can make a huge difference, huh?

Laying in your bed after another energy draining day at the gym, you got lost in your thoughts. Your boss, who used to be nice to you, understood when you felt sick and didn't come to work or checked in later than usual, the person who made sure to bring you food once he bought himself something, the same man who shared his coffee with you, started to act completely different overnight.

Said man didn't spare you a single glance except for when you really needed something from him and even then, he tried to keep it short and told you to only talk to him if it's work related.

He made you wonder if you did or said something wrong. If you didn't know any better, you would think the two of you have never been friends to begin with.

That's right, you've been friends with him for years and even befriended his own friend group, you guys grew closer and closer and did so many things together just for the man who brought you joy to throw it all away out of nowhere?

Tomorrow would be another one of those Friday's, another one where you wouldn't be able to relax on the weekend because Wakasa decided to keep you more than busy, making you stay right past the ungodly hours.

The man you once considered a very close friend didn't even seem to care about the fact that your mutual friends were just as confused as you were. He didn't tell them his reasons and even went as far as slowly distancing himself from them too.

You remember your most recent conversation with Shinichiro and Benkei - "Y/n, did you find out what's going on with Waka? He has been quite distant with us lately" Shin had questioned you.

"If only I knew, it's as if he changed personalities, he won't even look at me properly when I talk to him and he's become unusually harsh at work"

Benkei hummed at what you had said and added "I also came to notice that and everytime I would ask him what's going on, he would brush me off and tell me to mind my own business and that I should concentrate on training the others"

It was weird and you would lie if you said that it didn't hurt you but you had to be professional at work, this is not about your seemingly private problems.

Were you able to catch up on some sleep? You wished you did, but your never ending thoughts kept you awake and anxious. It didn't feel good and you wished to find out what bothered him.

When you arrived, Wakasa was already there. He looked distressed and tired but his attitude changed the second he saw you enter the gym.

"L/n, I don't know if I haven't made myself clear enough but didn't I tell you yesterday to finish the paperwork on time? I gave you enough time didn't I?"

He doesn't even feel the need for a simple 'good morning', huh? "I finished everything in the evening and put it on your desk Waka, didn't you see it?"

Looking at the boxing gloves embracing his hands, he retorted "First of all, since when do we call each other by our first names at work? And second of all, I texted you to finish the other pile on my desk, you didn't do that, did you? I need you to stay longer today, I need everything finished by 11pm!"

You couldn't believe your ears, you were supposed to meet up with Shin, Takeomi and Benkei for dinner later "Waka, we are supposed to meet up with the boys today, can I by any chance finish this tomorrow when the gym isn't open?"

It didn't even take you one second to see that he wasn't pleased with your answer, the glare he sent your way proving your point. "Do your work properly or I'll have to find someone better than you, do you understand? One more thing, try to call me by my first name again and I'll have you suspended"

With that he left you alone, leaving you and the huge pile of paperwork behind. You don't even understand where all of this came from, did he collect and hide them from you to set you up? This doesn't make any sense.

You've been sat in your office for hours, completely forgetting about the time. You felt so tired, ready to fall asleep but you weren't even halfway done. Sighing frustratedly, you ran your fingers through your hair and decided to take a look at your phone. '4 unread messages from The BD Squad' - your groupchat with your lovely friends.

Shin

"It's past 9pm Y/n, where are you?"

Benkei

"We were supposed to meet at 7pm, even Waka arrived on time, haven't you been at work together? Where are you?"

Takeomi

"Weren't you the one who was all excited to try the new restaurant? Didn't think you'd ditch us"

Benkei

"Do you want us to bring you something? Are you at home?"

You sighed again, it was past 10pm by now and you didn't seem to make it home any time soon. The frustration you felt made you want to scream and then cry. How come Waka met up with them after distancing himself in the first place? Did he want to keep you away from them? Was he fed up with the fact that you were around all the time?

Right when you wanted to text them back, saying that you were busy, Shin called you.

You picked up the phone and were greeted by his voice which was laced with worry "Hey Y/n? You didn't answer us so I decided to call you, are you okay? We're worried about you"

If you didn't feel like crying before, you sure felt like it now "Ah yes I'm okay, I just got some paperwork to finish. I'm so sorry for ditching you guys! I really didn't mean to, I just forgot about the time and then-"

Shin had heard enough and decided to interrupt you for good "Did you eat something yet? Are you hungry? We can come over to your place and bring you some food" he sounded hopeful, knowing fully well that you've been neglecting your needs once again.

"I'm okay, really! I'm still at the gym so there's no need to go over to my place. Again, I'm really sorry that I didn't inform you guys earlier - I'll make it up to you!"

Shin clicked his tongue in response and that's when you heard a second voice in the background "Stop distracting her, she has work to finish". It was Waka's voice, of course it was.

After a small pause on his side Shinichiro spoke up once again, his voice soft "Stay there and don't run away, we'll come and take you home" and with that he hung up abruptly.

It was strange but you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted now, Wakasa had reminded you once again how 'important' it is to finish this.

You must've fallen asleep because when you woke up, you weren't sitting at your office table anymore. You were lying on the sofa in your office with a thin blanket draped over your aching body. "What happened here" you asked yourself rather than anyone else but what you didn't expect was for you to receive an answer which made you shriek in surprise.

"So you're awake, sleepyhead?" It was Shin, accompanied by Benkei. "What are you guys doing here?" You asked as your eyes were still heavy with sleep.

"I told you we would come over to take you home but when we arrived you were fast asleep so we decided to let you relax a little bit - why are you even here at such ungodly hours?"

You pondered a little bit until you decided that enough is enough "Wakasa made me work longer, this has been going on for weeks but today has been the first time he actually got mad at me. Earlier he scolded me how I shouldn't call him by his first name at work and if I did it again, he would get me suspended. When I asked him if I could finish the workload tomorrow because of our plans to meet up for dinner, he told me to do my work properly or he would find someone better than me".

The shock on the both of their faces was more than apparent and it quickly changed into disappointment. They weren't disappointed in you, not in the slightest, but rather in their friend whom they didn't seem to know any longer. Benkei looked at you with sympathy "You should quit - don't get me wrong, I love that you work with us but you shouldn't let him treat you like that".

"Yeah, you should show him what he's going to miss out on - might as well steal you from him and get you to work at my shop. He doesn't seem to be able to show you the appreciation you deserve"

You knew they were right, you knew it but it hurt to even think about. What happened for Wakasa to hate you so much? Did he find out how you feel about him? Is that the reason he's doing all of this? Are you at fault that he's keeping his distance from his friends? You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that Shin had moved to embrace you in his arms.

He felt so warm and safe that you let it all out before you could stop yourself. You told them everything, every single thing that has been making your heart ache and they listened intently, not daring to interrupt you in the slightest.

About two hours later you had found yourself at home, well saturated due to Benkei and Shin who threatened to feed you themselves if you didn't eat what they brought you and freshly showered, ready to fall asleep in your cozy bed.

The next morning was pure comfort, it was the first time in a while that you didn't wake up to your ridiculously loud alarm but the warm rays of sunshine glowing on your face instead.

Checking your phone, you saw that you've got 2 messages from Shin but not a single one of your old boss, Wakasa. He really didn't care anymore, did he?

You closed your eyes for a second and recalled the events of yesterday evening - you had told Shinichiro and Benkei everything that has been going on and they got so mad on your behalf that they started to write your letter of resignation themselves.

When they were done, they made you read it and asked for your approval to put it on Wakasa's table, his office was next to yours after all.

There was no way he didn't see or read it yet, both men made sure to write the letters as bold as possible. But that's okay, you thought, it's not like you could force him to interact with you any longer, you parted ways and now you're nothing but strangers again.

The once lovely stranger who took you and your heart for granted. The stranger who once called himself your friend, who made you feel strange things for him. Versatile, is what you would call the feelings you harbored for him, such strong but strange strange feelings bubbling up in your heart.

With chaos in mind you got up and made your way to your bathroom, wanting to get fresh and ready for the day. What you didn't expect was for your doorbell to ring - someone really has one kind of a timing. You didn't even expect anyone nor had you made any plans so who was it?

Whoever was at the door definitely owed you one, they interrupted your chance of emptying your bladder. Right as you made your way to the front door to look through the peephole it had knocked two times, effectively making you jump.

Finally checking who it was, you spotted Shinichiro with a bag in his hand. With the corners of your mouth betraying you, you invited him in, your smile surprisingly bright "I didn't expect to see you, what brings you here?"

Looking at you comically, he retorted "My motorcycle, what else?" You watched him intently, judging him for what he just said but couldn't stop the giggles escaping your lips.

"Did you just fall for me?"

You scoffed, your smile not fading in the slightest "Keep dreaming pretty boy, I was laughing at you". Said man feigned a shocked expression and gave you a light push into the direction of your bathroom, shaking the bag in his other hand in the process "Get ready sleepyhead, your personal delivery man brought lunch and he wants to eat it warm".

.......to be continued

#tokyo revengers #black dragons #wakasa imaushi #shinichiro sano #akashi takeomi #arashi keizou #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #kazutora-lover

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penrose-quinn · 1 year

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Green Light | Part Eleven

"You look like you're about to drown," you reasoned as if the closeness needed one, straddling your legs on his lap.

Shinichiro hooked a hand behind your knee, uncertain if he's cradling you to him or if you're lifting him up because he felt as if he's already flung himself from the bridge, six feet deep into rushing water, and you're diving down the river to go after him but somehow, nothing was agonizing when your hand brushed the hairs on his arm, then the vein stretched out like a branch on the bone of his wrist.

He mulled over how you could think that you'd only ever destroyed what you touched. His little finger nudged your knuckle a bit and you curled on him like you're making a promise to be careful with his heart.

pairing: shinichiro sano/gn!reader

content tags: they/them pronounces for reader, but ‘their’ is only used once. childhood friends. angst and hurt/comfort. slice of life ft. gangs. idiots to lovers. old friends trying to reconnect but are being dumbasses about it. they don't deserve the friends to lovers tag because they're stupid and pining. the second part of my sad attempt at writing shinichiro’s backstory but he isn’t a [redacted] here. dysfunctional relationship (for shinichiro and izana). underage smoking and mentions of gang violence. non-explicit sexual content at the end (no gendered terms). tokrev manga spoilers.

a/n: this backstory wouldn’t make a lot of sense if you hadn’t read the first part :’) he isn’t a [redacted] here lol, but i’m still tackling on whatever went on between shinichiro and izana (and everyone else). i won’t accept that he missed out on his adult years in this timeline and simply had to suffer on the other. i’m putting the best of what i could make up and write in this version of his backstory so i very much appreciate every like/reblog/comment this receives!

m.list ❁ read on ao3 ❁ part 12

There was a time you asked him what he wanted to do someday when he was at the peak of attaining everything.

You were still at the edge of eighteen. Still entangled in each other from the riverbank.

Shinichiro felt a nudge from your socked foot against his leg. Your boot was safeguarded close to his armpit for keeping it away from you. His hair was even mussed-up for it, but he couldn’t recall what the both of you were fighting about earlier ago.

You claimed that you were serious and he shrugged because he had the Black Dragons.

“You’re still planning to be in the gang after high school?”

During that time, it didn’t occur to him that you wouldn’t. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Be real. You can’t keep punching guys and meddling in their unresolved issues forever! It’s unsustainable. You’re more than that, Shin.”

You shook your head in disapproval like Takeomi though he would’ve probably enthused him to keep ruling over Tokyo, be the King.

Takeomi basked in their era like a man who found immortality and you just denounced him for letting the shameless power-trip rot his brain. Shinichiro chuckled, even though you accused him of it too. Called them losers.

You told him you wanted to go to college.

Everyone’s expected to, was what he wanted to say because that’s the least thing any good, grateful child should do for all their parents’ hard-earned labor. He hadn’t visited their grave in awhile. Mused over what flowers to bring them while you meandered on how you’re going to get a job, save up a lot of money to have a place of your own: high-rise studio, spacious room, and a balcony with a nice view of the city.

Shinichiro didn’t appear like he was listening though his lips fondly tilted up throughout because the sun rose with your voice and he never doubted you.

“You will,” he said finally. He knew because you could see the future.

“Yeah? Well, I don’t know what’s gonna happen to you without me.”

You sounded a little vulnerable. Shinichiro attempted to reach for your wrist but his fingers fiddled around the cold button of your cuff sleeve instead. He didn't want to think about what you actually meant, digressing with a remark that you looked good in the gang uniform, and you just rummaged for his pack and lighter in his pocket with a scoff.

He's lying down on the ground, one leg bent to the other and arms behind his head in the lackadaisical manner where he’s looking forward to a weekend of nothing because he hadn’t really crossed that point where he could have a life untethered to where he was now.

The both of you were still covered in wet grass stains till daybreak, and the world moved on.

How could age stack up like bills, pilling high until it left one bankrupt?

Shinichiro used to count how many stitches he had in a bad scar from a fight. Now, he counted his gains and losses over the years. Learned to budget the good left for himself. The best he could do was work. He had to make this work.

S•S MOTORS used to be a small, forgotten building wedged in the bustling landscape of Shibuya.

There’s the skeleton of an exposed ceiling, water stains on the walls, and a smashed window at the backroom. Shinichiro constantly mulled over if this was worth the loans while toiling himself over wet plaster on cracks. He’s starting from scraps again, though he figured he could be the architect of his future from here and he had a vision unveil itself in the ruins of a building, of the aspirations of a new generation.

Kanda went to see him yesterday. He was with the current president of the Black Dragons.

I want to bring back that place where everyone can belong, Shinichiro-san.

A family, a place to belong; Shinichiro reminisced how much he dreamed to build a home.

Company was divided into strays, regulars, and new customers.

Shinichiro still thought of you, walking in here one of these days.

It felt odd when everyone began to come to terms with your absence – his friends didn't have much to say about you anymore but they hoped you're faring well – and then, perhaps without being deliberate, passed his sentiments over to Seishu to the point the boy had probably ceased to guess what kind of presence you would be in his motor shop.

Seishu stayed in longer than he should, this hovel of scattered hopes and broken machine parts though he liked to watch him work in earnest, digging a hand wrist-deep into an engine as if he could find a damaged, beating heart inside.

He never spoke of that aloud, most of the time he didn’t speak at all, though he never had to tell him what happened to his face or how he's used to people seeing the burn scar before him. Shinichiro just saw a lost boy with raw, torn knuckles.

His thoughts went to Izana, and then back to Seishu, if he had somewhere to return.

He’d wander back in here the next morning.

Seishu opened up that he had a childhood friend who was smarter than him.

It’s a brief, trusting exchange, though what seemed like one of passing felt more momentous than what it was.

Shinichiro grinned, claiming that it's nice they had something in common. Seishu tilted his head at that before perusing the dead husk of a Suzuki Intruder, eyes frosted over in latent thought. He didn't question him about it like how he would on calmer days, sharing about scuffles and stories rekindled over a freely offered soft drink to soothe the bruises.

There's an irony to Wakasa punctuating on how he shouldn't be feeding the kid with too much sugar. Benkei stepped in the room with him, brandishing a paper bag of meat buns. No one hesitated to bring back the old man misunderstanding to get a rise out of the big guy. Crates shifted together, grating against floorboards, unserious threats, more jeering.

Shinichiro sighed expectantly on how his startup business was diving down into a rowdy one.

There were little, amused blips in Seishu's unaffected expression every time.

Shinichiro asked Seishu if he liked motorcycles.

He shrugged, handing him a torque wrench from the set laid beside him. He’s already familiar of the tools and quick on the uptake with a reserved attentiveness that should’ve been pored more on his studies, though he’s at that rebellious age where he felt like he should be elsewhere than losing himself in the monotony of real life.

Shinichiro understood, remembering a time when his youth had been overbearing, not taken seriously, and full of pent-up, adolescent anger.

Seishu didn’t believe he held that kind of rage, and Shinichiro smiled because you’d probably say otherwise.

Even so, he’d tell him that it’s liberating being true to himself in the same breath he kept bringing up that school was a bit better than his motor shop because he didn’t want the kid to screw himself over a lifetime of stinking in gasoline and grueling manual labor in the future. There’s a lot of options for him, just give it a shot.

Shinichiro had gotten better at enthusing that without being intrusive about it. Or at least that’s his assumption when Ken seemed more motivated attending his classes after having a similar conversation some time ago. He wondered if Seishu might get along with him more than Manjiro. His brother was rather selective on his clique of friends and Haruchiyo devoted being by his side till now.

In the end, Seishu chose the path of a delinquent in the Black Dragons.

Perhaps, that’s better than being alone on the beat-up couch in his shop.

Shinichiro wanted to be one with static, to be pointless for a moment, even when no one’s going to come looking for him at 3 a.m.

All the lights were down, spilling in the syncopations of the city and the tired wheeze of his heater, though he turned it off a minute ago because he’s saving up for this month's electric bill. His bones creaked from his neck, oily with sweat and Tiger Balm, but somehow, it felt like his spine splintered in half. He’s already fatigued from figuring his shit out and he’s not even in his forties yet.

Was it weird he couldn’t imagine what you’d look like at twenty? He’d been losing inspiration lately. He didn’t want to dump it on you, though sometimes, he hated thinking of you like that to the point he wished he choked on his beer and let it all fizzle away.

Manjiro called him out for moping. Shinichiro threw back that he’s a brat. His brother recognized your tone in him and the question withered inside his mouth. Benkei and Wakasa only shared a pensive glance after he recounted it at the bar. He's out of the loop between them and they didn't make him feel better for it unlike Takeomi, who slurred out that he wouldn't be so miserable if he just got over you, tactlessly well-intentioned and unafraid of speaking out his mind in all the ways asshole friends did to show they cared.

Benkei excused it as one of his drunken tirades again because they were aware how Takeomi had been spiraling from his life, and although Benkei was looking out for them, the reassurance was painfully needless. Shinichiro could see it in Wakasa's quiet, apologetic gaze.

They formed a gang. Had skipped school to smoke his first joint in the garage, swore that they had each other’s back since the hot blaze of their teenage years. So Shinichiro pondered how long Wakasa had eyes like that, or perhaps he just hadn't noticed them in awhile because he hadn't hung out with everyone as much when time became scarce and life kept getting in the way.

Then his hand clenched into a fist as he reached for his phone. The shape wasn't right and there's a coldness to the cell on his palm. Right, he lost his old one weeks ago. What's your number again? Didn't you change your email a year after you moved?

Regret twinged in his chest when Shinichiro couldn't greet you on your birthday today, reminiscing on waking to your message last August when you asked him what it felt like to finally be an adult, tagged after a found your soulmate yet?

He’s still sad and single. Instead of a retort, you responded back that it's okay when the both of you could just be sad and single together.

It sucked that he couldn't ask how you were though buried at the farthest place of his mind, he wondered if you'd even reply.

Shinichiro wanted to tell you that he fell in love again though the one who already got sick of his heartbreak was Izana.

He wasn’t sure how to confide about their sister having a crush with that attitude. He figured that out when she began to reinvent herself in small, subtle ways: a new hairstyle, a song she never liked or listened to before. There were the long, fawning looks, but they lingered more in the after-school daydreams, tucked like a lock of hair behind the ear for her earring to twinkle and catch someone’s eye.

Nothing’s working to her favor yet. He could tell from the way her fingers played with her hair a lot more nowadays because she'd rather braid her feelings than confess, whoever it was.

A symptom of unrequited love, or at least that’s what he assumed it was for needing to fill the hunger with the shy hope of tying wishes on a bamboo branch on Tanabata. Manjiro would rather drag Ken to the food booths than dress in a summer yukata with her and Shinichiro had to rummage his in the old closet.

It’s patterned with waves but his mother had described how the seigaiha looked more like dragon scales against a sea of stormy, black cotton. It’s the same one with two holes at the bottom hem; the one that riveted a woman with two moles under her lip, meeting in line of a takoyaki stall. Because Manjiro wanted a bit of everything, Shinichiro ordered the one with assorted flavors and she had hers with mozzarella. A greasy smear of it on the corner of her mouth made her smile more charming, remarking how endearing it was that he’d accompany his sister in a yukata.

Shinichiro offered to buy her a candied strawberry for making his brother pull a face once she drizzled a packet of hot sauce all over her food, though really, he’s stalling for time so he could talk to her some more.

Hoshiko took a sweet bite of his sincerity and told him that she’s got all night. They would surprise themselves for having a mutual friend from Gareji Yago. She loved his sense of humor. He blurted out that her laugh sounded like magic, which had his siblings stupidly reenacting the exchange over the dining table for a month.

They swapped numbers anyway. It’s almost like a call for destiny until it wasn’t.

Shinichiro supposed the retrospection might be worth passing along in his letters.

It'd been the only consistent thing between him and Izana when he wasn't allowed to visit and his sentence was further extended for misconduct. He had to ask Benkei the other day what his experience in juvie had been like, and with a dark somberness in his gaze, he never forgot how no one really came out of there being the same person.

Shinichiro would let Izana be who he wanted to be, but he was still his little brother.

There’s nothing in the world that could change that.

Shinichiro was eleven when his father asked him if he’d like to have another sibling.

It was one of those countless nights his father missed out on dinner, though Shinichiro would pull out his food from the fridge and reheat it for him in the microwave. Leftovers always made his mother sad.

He didn't quite comprehend the implication of his father's words yet, and one day he’d grow to harbor the sorrow, unwantedness, and pained resentment he never had in him, bursting from his fists like all boys did. Conflict had never been forgiving to his mother, but she would end up loving Emma and his father, regardless.

Shinichiro would ask a similar question to Manjiro years later, and a vestige of their mother lifted up his lips, sticky with the red bean paste of his taiyaki. His heart found ease from the sweet acceptance of his smile.

“Yeah, I'll definitely love him.”

Once Izana was out of juvie, they rode to a harbor in Shinisogocho.

He liked the sea best; a kingdom of star-studded waves, city lights. The vastness enthralled him, a kind of true calling to potential.

Shinichiro believed Izana was capable of many things so he filled the boy with dreams that couldn’t be bound in the legacy of a house. Manjiro had birthright, but Izana would always have freedom.

Either way, his siblings were meant to flourish. They’re his pride. That’s all Shinichiro could ever ask for.

There’s so much salt in the air that he lit a cigarette, blowing smoke like the distant beacon of a lighthouse – a warning.

No one ever told him that nicotine shouldn’t be something he was supposed to crave – he didn’t mean to poison you the way he did – though he would to his brother back then and it spared him a few more years until he could flicker one by himself on the same harbor, the same shade of night. Someday, the Black Dragon embroidered on his back.

Manjiro graduated from elementary around the time Izana was released though he remained disinclined to ask anything about Manjiro succeeding him in the gang.

In the silence between them, Shinichiro mentioned their sister instead. “Emma’s doing well. She got into fortune telling pretty recently, can you believe that? I still don’t get what’s all the fuss about horoscopes.” Shinichiro chuckled but it wasn’t shared. His brother almost looked dazed, out of touch. Out of reach.

“Her cooking is way better than mine. Maybe, you should try it sometime . . .”

The murmur of waves, ashes dropping. Izana languished on a long drag of his cigarette.

“Come have dinner with us,” Shinichiro tried.

His plea was lost to Izana, a shiny bottle adrift in the ocean, as he let another second pass and told him no.

By the time midsummer ended, Izana had turned fourteen; jarringly, grown into his limbs, about his shoulder blade’s height now, grown impatient when he made the major life decision to run away from the orphanage, screw the system.

All the risk-taking only brought tremendous frustration on Shinichiro because Izana didn’t even consult him about it. Contended with him on his questionable choices. That he’s secure with his underground connections, that he already managed to get himself a contract to an apartment somewhere within the realm of Black Dragons territory, not too far from the motor shop so he could visit him. Why can’t you just see that I’m taking responsibility for myself when you won’t—

Shinichiro wasn’t sure what kind of face he was making that broke off the conversation there. The silence stagnated further, and Izana must’ve been more shattered over their argument than he was. It left them irreparable for a night.

The first to make amends was Shinichiro, laying down his pride to atone, truly atone, and perhaps, the act was disarming to Izana.

Shinichiro had never seen him so distressed, and Izana believed him when his big brother said that he’s just worried for him, addressing that he’s right because he should’ve done something sooner.

Yet they didn’t live under one roof.

The implicitness of their bond had become complicated with the self-awareness. They still drank their weight on soda while rock songs hovered over them for the nostalgia trip, the ballad of their routine in the late, sun-glazed afternoon. They even liked their curry the same way. Medium spicy, the kind of heat Manjiro wouldn't appreciate in his mouth. There’s an eyeroll to every joke that didn’t land, the sneaking upturn of lips, the silver lining.

Some of his customers greeted Izana when he entered the shop. They didn’t refer to him when they spoke to Shinichiro about his brother. Izana stopped styling his hair up like Shinichiro one day, and everyone would look out for the autumn moon swaying beneath his ears, the sharp, wicked wit.

Shinichiro would gladly tune-up his motorcycle for free, asking him how’s he been doing lately. Izana wouldn’t bring up school or Emma, though he would about the gang and his ambitions for it. Shinichiro nodded to his every word, as if they’re talking about music or their latest excursion. He reminisced of their stroll at Tsukuda Bridge months ago, the river underneath evening-black and murky like the waves in Manila Bay.

There’s always an urge to drown somewhere in those depths, secrets and more secrets.

For the longest time, Shinichiro lacked the awareness that people puzzled over him until you'd say so someday, and in his reflections, being seen by you felt as if he'd been transparent enough.

Though perhaps, it hadn't always been like that because in needing to be closer, Izana fiercely searched for something in Shinichiro, imploring in the way he only knew how, and then return every other day, looking harsher than last time, hurting more than last time. He blamed himself for it too – everything’s wrong ‘cause of me – and Shinichiro wished he didn’t punish himself for existing, gently dressing the wounds with words and antiseptic.

“You’re my little brother. Nothing about you is wrong to me.”

Izana came to him with the storm on his back.

Shinichiro had never been scared of lightning but he was from the truth in Izana's eyes. He knew the question before it could be asked and he didn't deny it.

Retribution had never felt so fast and unrepentant by his fist. It's all what he's taught him and more, self-defense.

On the ground, his head throbbed and Shinichiro still had a full set of teeth, a rasp to remind him that blood-related or not, nothing will change between us, all right? Izana held back on his punch and Shinichiro wasn't pretending to be tough by staying still for another.

He's just resigned in all the ways guilt could cripple a man, seeing his little brother bleed for the wrong, wretched reasons. It's not your fault, he wanted to say, but to reach out meant ruining him and he couldn't bring him the happiness that could take him away from that hell.

There's a despondence on the bite of Izana’s voice, a wavering, anguished sound.

"I never want to see you again."

Shinichiro thought he saw you.

“What happened to you?”

“. . . I had a fight with my little brother.”

Sympathy made Akemi’s gaze softer when she brought him at her place to tend to his wounds at a tragic time.

Shinichiro wondered if sisters were just always like that. They would glare at you like you were a nuisance but would help you clean up after your mess anyway.

Emma never outgrew it. She did a lot of the housework nowadays and she knew exactly where to find the medical box, hauling it out from the bathroom cupboard under the sink with a sigh. She’s careful with the antiseptic because she knew how it stung and she didn’t understand why boys were the way they were, railing on how useless her brothers were. Can’t even cook their eggs how they want it made, or something like that.

Then he mulled over your sister, the way she swabbed the graze on his chin, and from this proximity, he traced out the part of her hair, her cheekbones, and then so clearly this time, her eyes in both shape and sentiment, how she looked more like you.

Sometimes, it’s staggering how he didn't know Akemi as much as he knew you.

He grew up trying to impress her by balancing himself atop the jungle gym, admiring her as an adult when she was hardly one herself who was just learning how to apply makeup to conceal the deeper insecurities at fifteen, to become more feminine to appeal to guys who weren’t worth all the emotional damage. She still wore mascara, the drugstore kind that clumped around her eyelashes, but he realized the mature lines under them suited her more.

His shoulders ached in understanding, about what it felt like to be heaped with all this responsibility you never asked for.

Perhaps, there’s a special kinship they could seek out in each other but he felt really stupid for seeing her now.

“I was so busy with everything else that I can’t help but feel like I neglected their feelings, what’s really hurting inside . . .”

Akemi serenely watched her daughter from the window. Keiko was in her yellow raincoat and sneakers, splashing on puddles from her dash to the maid café with a friend, and Akemi reminisced of you and her, muddy with youth and growing pains. Yours was so quiet and violent that it almost scared her. Shinichiro remembered that part too, raw like the scabs on your knuckles; remembered the threats and slurs they called her just to get a rise out of you; remembered most of them where from rival gangs that went against Seisaku.

You told him that all you ever saw was red and he didn't stop you for lashing out to her defense. He even fought alongside you.

Though having witnessed that side of you, Akemi recounted that she wound up yelling that you were acting like your brother. Her regret settled deep in her womb and you felt a little farther from her ever since. It wasn't like the both of you never reconciled and you would even claim now that she was just a teenager at the time.

“Siblings fight for a lot of reasons,” she said, but she also hurt you. Sometimes, she feared she might not have the opportunity to know you anymore because of it. Her eyes wandered wistfully to the window again. “I miss the both of them . . .”

Then she sighed, looking back at him. “I hope it gets better with your little brother.”

Shinichiro didn’t know what to say but it throbbed where it should, burning on his throat with remorse. I hurt him.

Akemi poured his cup again as if to fill in the silence with consolation and a meek hope that it’s never too late to reach out.

"You're not a bad person, Shinichiro-kun."

He drank his tea, tasting of tears.

"I'm a terrible big brother."

Shinichiro said it a second time to himself.

The world was cleansed by the rain, but his memories never absolved him.

He went home late that time, and they would ask him why he's bleeding. He would tell them he's fine and it would be like that for days. Something always festered in his silence.

The moment Izana stopped coming back to the motor shop so did Seishu.

Perhaps, this was what it’s like to mourn for the living.

Learning to cope with the hollowness in him that haunted the spaces of his room, filled with their shadows that had grown farther in the Black Dragons. Most would say the gang changed for the worse, gradually being embroiled in all criminal dealings, drugs and blood money. An elderly storekeeper was stabbed from the gang's aggressions. He died before he could reach the hospital and it was all over the headlines that morning.

It's enough to provoke Benkei to demand a reason for letting it happen, and while Wakasa had stood between them, he matched his partner more in his solemn, self-contained fury. There's a glimpse of the legendary gang leaders that divided Kanto in half in the confrontation. When it came to legacy, their outrage was justified for sacrificing it all for him. Takeomi watched them until he felt the need to intervene because Shinichiro wasn't as upset as he should.

This wasn't their generation anymore, and the successors after the eighth weren't any better when they carried the inherent spirit of vindictiveness.

One of Manjiro's friends would be a victim to this, and his little brother would ask him one day to put an end to it with Toman, dressed in black and gold as to honor what Shinichiro and his friends had striven to become a long time ago.

Black Dragons had always been meant to be led by his brothers.

Shinichiro contemplated if Izana could make a home from the ashes of another and Manjiro was there to pick at its bones. He just wished he could do more for Seishu, attempting to save a semblance of it in the scarcity. He understood what all of this meant to him and why he couldn't seem to visit when he was in a coma for two weeks. The motor shop was closed far longer and he was concerned if there's a place out there for him.

The last time Shinichiro had heard of him was when he was still struggling in physical therapy. Seishu was recently released from juvie by then, following a different tyrant in the Black Dragons. He wasn't alone in the gang, and Shinichiro supposed with his old friend beside him, they could figure something out of the madness. Perhaps, there was hope if they remained together.

In the midst of things, Shinichiro couldn't really do much, fearing to cause more damage than what's done and living through the rest of it than just staying dead.

“Do Mikey and Emma know?” you asked, hauling him back to you.

“After the accident in the shop, I told them everything. Figured I should, knowing it could be my last . . . Emma first, then Manjiro.”

Because it'd taken him surgery and a span of years to tell her the truth about Izana.

“It's unfair.” Emma shed a tear that day, crumpling in distress that made him want to scoop her up like she’s four, cooing softly, no, there are no monsters under your bed and your mother didn’t hate you.

He was petrified as she still sat there, hands clutching the skirt of her school uniform like how Izana would onto impossibly good, hopeful things.

"But you're my big brother too," she said before wiping her face and walking out of the room.

Shinichiro would still apologize to her, even though Emma never really stopped visiting him in the hospital with either Manjiro or Grandpa around.

The only time she did by herself was when they had an actual conversation without Manjiro's presence quelling her into a sense of peace and with a hum, recounted that she didn't know how to react when he reached her a bowl of red rice for breakfast weeks ago.

She panicked and got her first period on the day prior so she mistook it as a disgusting joke. Manjiro didn't even snicker. Shinichiro had little understanding on the tradition, expecting she'd be more knowledgeable about it than him, as he regretfully explained this to her. He forgot himself again with the shadow of a slight stubble, lending him a sad, sleazy look. He looked older too, and Emma chuckled softly at the memory. Old enough to be her father . . .

Because apparently parents cooked red rice for their daughters once they hit puberty, attempted to know what napkin to buy for them even if it's the wrong brand, console them from breakouts when they started flaring up like a disease.

It's the sort of stuff Emma had heard from the girls in class complain about because they didn't realize what they had, what she coveted for herself. No one was ever prepared when she came into their lives. She had two mothers but the both of them couldn't stay like her father, whoever he was.

Shinichiro and Emma ended up sniffling their emotions after that.

“Do you want to see Izana?” Shinichiro asked, but he knew.

Emma carried a certain poignance in her gaze. Abandonment could only mature her in such way.

She couldn’t look at him for the answer. Her lip wobbled. “Does he still want to see me?”

"Did you reach out to him?"

"I want to," Shinichiro said it as if it’d been unheard for a long time, and all he could do was stare passively at tall, decades-old towers within Marunouchi, the road ahead of him, and nothing. "But I’m not sure what’ll happen if I see him again. The last time was . . ."

He hesitated. Opened his mouth and closed it again, feeling exposed all over even when something locked tight in his throat.

The words wouldn’t come out like they should. He hadn’t spoken about this to anyone for two years, but the rift was almost nonexistent. Regret lingered like it’s just yesterday. He worked his jaw some more, and the ache pulsed where Izana hit him.

Shinichiro often dwelt of a different time when things didn't have to be so broken and he would make the right choices. His siblings never had to be separated and they could just be kids lounging around to watch show reruns on the TV than do homework, sharing a childhood of being ordered around and overfed with greasy kushiage by their grandfather. Maybe, they would measure the other's height against the doorframe with a Pilot marker. Shinichiro would have to scold them for vandalizing though he fondly wouldn't remove their scribbled names over the years until they could work with him in the shop or move out to come into their own. It couldn't be perfect because he couldn’t live up to what a parent could offer but he hoped it'd be enough for him provide them a home where they could laugh and love over the table, throw stupid tantrums, weep loud, grow and make mistakes.

But never like the ones he had committed.

"Izana wasn't a mistake." Shinichiro knew this in his heart. "Everything I did was . . . right?"

He waited for you to challenge him. Tell him where he's wrong and amend. There wasn't a time you hadn't because you loved him enough to tell him about himself so he called out your name and you inhaled, slow and pensive, as your hand reached up to fold a strand of hair behind your ear, the other still entwined with his.

“I feel bad for Izana. He doesn't deserve that,” you told him as your thumb traced his open, trembling palm. His ring on you was warm from your skin. “I feel bad for you too. For agonizing about this for so long.”

The inflections of your voice were pained and conflicted, admitting that to him. “Look, I don’t think I could speak for him. I don’t know him, not like you do. But what you did, keeping something important like that, wouldn’t it have hurt less if you just told him earlier?”

“I figured there was probably a right time to tell him, but then things got out of hand so suddenly,” and he hated it so much; how it brought back the memory of his mother on her deathbed, not knowing when things would get better, not knowing where to place all his despair and indignation to the world but in himself. “He’d been through so much, and I didn’t know what to do . . .”

“I wouldn’t know either.” You gave his hand a firm squeeze. “I know you’re just trying to help, Shin. You care about him. I used to proofread your letters, remember? You wrote to him like you grew up with him. I always thought it was sweet, the way you asked about his day and went on about yours, how you welcomed him in it. Emma would know.”

Shinichiro rubbed his eye. He already sounded congested when he spoke up, feeling even more pathetic.

“I kept her from him too.”

“Why did you?”

“It'd hurt her, if she knew her brothers wouldn’t get along.” Emma was too young to undergo through a lot with the changes and losses in her life. “If they fought . . .”

A pause, then a sigh rolled off your lips. “Wouldn’t have made a difference if she couldn’t see him anymore.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I feel like I should. I'm just," he trailed off, head hanging low because his frustration was spilling from his eyes and—

You gently pulled his chin to you. “You don’t have to, not with me,” you reminded him, catching tears before they fell with the pad of your thumb, "all right?"

Shinichiro nodded. There were wet blotches on your cuff sleeve for brushing it under his nose because none of you brought a handkerchief so you figured this would do. A bit of him stained you and you didn't mind.

You told him to breathe, and he realized what he'd been holding inside for awhile before letting it out.

"I . . . I didn't have the best relationship with my big brother either. Held a grudge for so long that I thought I'd die hating him, but it doesn't matter now. Being upset of your ghosts," you drifted for a moment with a murky emotion he couldn't name.

A bus stopped by; the passengers stepping out in worn, clear umbrellas. You couldn't see them, blinking vacantly, as you went on.

"You’re not a terrible big brother. You got to know Izana. You were with him before he even became a delinquent. You never owed him anything. You weren't even blood-related. It would've been better if you didn't lie, but you loved him anyway . . .”

Then you glanced back at him. There’s something poignant about your eyes.

“That was never a lie, wasn’t it?"

“No,” was his answer. But . . .

“Your big brother,” Shinichiro started, “did he ever come back for you?”

“He can’t,” you sighed, falling back on his shoulder. “He died a year ago.”

Somehow, the two of you were in your house.

You told him it wasn't much of a home without your sister or her family.

Shinichiro contemplated how you would’ve lurked deeper into the emptiness for days had he not asked you to stay at his place.

Sleeves rolled up to your forearms, you ran him a hot bath. He threw back that you should go in first. You insisted that he should after hearing him sneeze awhile ago, despite his efforts to muffle it down his elbow.

The both of you remained stubborn and indecisive about it until you proposed that you join him in the tub instead.

Shinichiro had seen you nude before – perhaps not quite enough the first time – and it wasn't like the thought of your bare skin never crossed his mind. It's just that you're always covered-up, swaddled in layers that it's perplexing to him what it's like to look at you naked.

He remembered how you would cage yourself around your arms because you felt too sensitive out in the open. You didn’t like it when your nipples got hard, when the old scars jagged along your body as mementos of survival and belligerent adolescence. He still chanced on stealing a glance at your tattoo; dark and intricate, coiled around your leg like a tether. It's the part of you that remained unchanged.

He hoped for it. The desire was selfish and ruthless and all-consuming that it could be its own dragon.

You weren't one for bold statements though he couldn't help but contemplate how you carried it with you under your suit after all these years. Contemplated how the needle must've hurt, the social repercussions even more so, stung with blood and loyalty, though you were intrepid through and through.

Warmth bloomed in his chest. It wasn't the sweltering heat from the bathwater, but the realization rippling out of him the moment you dipped into the tub, both of your bare legs rubbing underneath, squeezed into a different brand of intimacy: curated perfectly for couples, couples who were at that awkward, fragile verge of discovering each other without breaking apart from their gazes.

"Can you come closer?" he asked. "You look faraway from the other side of the tub."

Then you came to him like a wave. Everything about you washed over him, sudden and all at once.

"You look like you're about to drown," you reasoned as if the closeness needed one, straddling your legs on his lap.

Shinichiro hooked a hand at the back of your knee, uncertain if he's cradling you to him or if you're lifting him up because he felt as if he's already flung himself from the bridge, six feet deep into rushing water, and you're diving down the river to go after him but somehow, nothing was agonizing when your hand brushed the hairs on his arm, then the vein stretched out like a branch on the bone of his wrist.

You glanced at him under your dewy eyelashes, and when he asked if you hated him, you shook your head and leaned forward to embrace, your hair clinging like arteries on his damp chest, as you let him perch on your shoulder, his lips memorizing a freckle.

Shinichiro thought of the tattoo again, wondering if this was what it's like getting himself etched into your skin.

“How could you ask that, Shin?” you whispered back.

“I guess I’m just afraid.”

Despite his insistence to stay, you asked him to just wait for you in your bedroom, assuring him that it wouldn’t take long for you to collect his clothes from the dryer. He didn't turn on the lights and wearily dove into your covers, wet skin soaking through sheets, though he figured he smelled like you anyway as if that's enough to compensate for sprawling himself out naked and defenseless.

You found him like this later, clothes dumped on the dresser, towel discarded, as you climbed on top of him with the kind of languid grace that bordered to a sweet slowburn but he could tell that it's taking so much from you to not fuck him right there.

His hand was on your cheek, outstretched like he's still reaching for the moon, but it's just you and you're too considerate of him, placing a kiss on his palm. You didn't quite realize how much he felt like a beggar in that moment.

“I'll help you, if you let me.”

What he wanted to say was maybe, you should help yourself, then he'd laugh a little when the aggravation would chip away at you and he'd have to kiss it all better, or worse, didn’t matter which. He nodded. He needed you as your bodies met dripping, somewhere in the rain again, and your hair was akin to something like one and all the tangle of wild, disheveled emotions that hid the both of you from the world.

"Your big sister wouldn't like you smoking in your room."

"You think I care about what she thinks with what I do in my room?"

"Yeah. A lot." Shinichiro peered at you from your pillow.

"That didn't stop us, though," you said after igniting your cigarette with his lighter.

His eyes watched the tendril of smoke lick up your jaw and the curve of your ear, studded with piercings. You forgot to remove them from the bath so he did it for you when he swept back your hair and you craned your head to him, sheets rustling below your bare waists in the shadow of early twilight.

He left the studs atop the dresser, losing relevance to him once he heard his name and you eclipsed everything, coaxing him to lie down on his back with a hand on his chest. Then a gentle stroke from his brow, a gentler coo, "are you feeling better?"

Shinichiro closed his eyes and let himself drift from the pads of your fingers. The answer wasn't easy to read. He wanted you to ponder over him in circles. He's a lot needier when you granted him a reason to, but yes, he was feeling a bit better. Perhaps, you made him feel more that he'd draw your lips to him and suck the smoke inside your lungs to taint himself with the taste of your melancholia. Nicotine spared none of you from it.

"She's right, you know. Maybe you should stop smoking," he sighed out, a thread of smoke between breaths, his and yours.

"Stop talking about her," and the truth was he'd rather not talk about her at all, slipping his tongue in your mouth for a deeper conversation, one without words or pretense. Or the comfortable lies he’d tell himself to sleep and burn off with a cigarette in the morning.

The smolder of you turned him into a more honest man, even though his affections for you hadn't been a secret.

"I'll only stop when you do," you whispered.

Like that, you ended a conversation in the way you ended a fight.

You rendered him at a loss for words though he wasn't seeking to win and from a languorous stretch of movement, he reached you the ashtray himself. Then he smiled and remembered how it's so garish with the banana patterns on the dish that it stuck out in your room but you didn't mind purchasing it from the 100 Yen shop the other day, even though you didn't like to smoke here alone.

Something in the ashes would glow when extinguished; both of your fingers touching before you stole the ash tray from him and placed it somewhere on the floor, your outstretched arm shivering out goosebumps from the draft.

There's a small trickle from the windowsill puddling on the floor but you'd rather leave it like that than shut off everything again.

It's so quiet it hurts, so you had opened the window like a wound and the world wept.

A childhood framed in a window. The sole one you’d been gazing on for years, confessing that you didn’t really miss this room after you moved in and he wanted to ask you about it but faltered once your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying each other's presence in the cadence of the rain, awake.

It wasn’t a drowsy spell for you like how it was to him. Shinichiro had learned to adapt to the odd, irregular hours you slept, not quite meeting the other in time, even as it stood still the moment you overlapped him, a wave of warm, urging motion, and he was swimming in lazy endorphins as you spread out the comforter over the both of you, feet covered.

You didn't quite feel like a dream, achingly real and open like a door to this domicile that had been the size of your bodies.

Maybe you wouldn't believe him if he promised you that things would stay like this for the rest of your lives.

But he told you anyway, "I love you."

Exposition Corner:

[1] Tanabata: a Japanese festival celebrated in the summertime as to commemorate the story of the two star-crossed lovers Orihime and Hikoboshi, who are only allowed to meet each other once a year as long as the skies are clear. A popular custom in Tanabata is writing wishes in a piece of colored paper (tanzaku) and hanging them on a bamboo branch.

[2] Segaiha: a wave pattern of layered concentric circles creating arches, symbolic of waves or water representing surges of good luck. It can also signify power and resilience.

[3] Gareji Yago: this was actually the motor shop were Shinichiro worked at in the original timeline, and what I’m assuming before he got his shop (if Mikey’s accident didn’t happen). In here, I’m using this as the shop that’s owned by Yoneda, his boss/mentor I’ve referenced in the Bright Light series.

[4] “[…] if Izana could make a home from the ashes of another and Manjiro was there to pick at its bones”: a reference to Kotsuage, a Japanese funeral ritual wherein family members gather around and pick up the bones of a deceased loved one together using special long chopsticks after the body is cremated.

[5] “Because apparently parents cooked red rice for their daughters once they hit puberty […]”: to clarify, O-Sekihan, or red-colored rice cooked with Azuki beans, is usually prepared and eaten during auspicious occasions like New Year’s day or Coming-of-Age day. Regarding cooking red rice when a girl has her first period, it’s to celebrate puberty and there are some regions in Japan that still do it but serving sekihan isn’t as common for that as it is in festive celebrations.

In the context of the scene, please don’t think the red color of the rice is meant to represent period lol. It’s Emma misunderstanding it as a stupid joke and Shinichiro not being very good at explaining himself and being a bit misinformed (but he did what he did with well-meaning intentions!).

[6] I love you: So Shinichiro actually said the unspeakable aishiteru [ 愛してる ], not to confuse it with daisuki [ 大好き ] which is more commonly used in confessing one's love (romantically) in Japanese. For my Non-Japanese speakers, this is just my tl;dr of these references [1] and [2] so I’ll try my best summarizing them!

Aishiteru does mean “I love you” but literally, it translates to “[I] am loving [you]”.

“Loving” is written in the present continuous て-form as to emphasize the ongoing (ever-lasting) state of the feelings. It’s an expression to convey a serious and profound love that is only used in long-term relationships with a spouse and in rare, emotional occasions such as getting married or when someone is on their deathbed. It’s also hardly spoken to each other.

For cultural context, the Japanese are more reserved with their feelings. There are also many ways to express love but most of them are nonverbal. Conveying it isn’t usually spoken but rather acted on. The gist of it being the love for one another is mutually understood through actions and attentiveness without explicitly stating it.

Now with that said, I’ll leave how Shinichiro throwing the hard L-bomb at MC to everyone’s interpretation. (I’d actually love to read all of your thoughts on it if you’d like to share them with me! <3).

a/n: god, I really hope the way I write shinichiro's decisions and emotional trauma makes sense. no, nothing is resolved here. shin and izana (as well as inui) are still in non-speaking terms :’((((

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Hey sweetie, can I please request a Wakasa x reader with the grumpy x sunshine troupe??

I found your tumbrl yesterday and I just looove your writing. 💕💕

Wicked games

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. A LOT OF SEXUAL TENSION , nicknames, smut, kinda daddy kink cause Waka is daddy <3 okay I'm cringe

Synopsis : when something unexpected happened, Benkei couldn't train you and Wakasa had to be your coach for the day, would your two opposite personalities get along ?

Note : guess you meant Wakasa to be the grumpy right ? And thanks for your compliment 🖤

Please, it's the first time I write a " sunshine " character, IT'S SO HARD PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT ANON

-" Fuck you ! "

Good thing, you had good reflexes. Whatever was that fight or flight, thanks heaven, you bent the knees in the nick of time to avoid the stiletto piercing the air flying your way.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened wide, finally stood up when you heard the shoes hitting the wall behind you and falling to the ground.

-" I'm always so welcomed here " you sarcastically declared, earning the attention of everyone in the gym, well, everyone namely the unknown girl who was within a hairsbreadth of giving you a concussion, Benkei, Senju and no other than Wakasa Imaushi, who by chance happened to be standing next to the door you just took to enter the gym.

You could feel his jaded gaze on you, as well as the sorry one of your coach and Senju. The girl however seemed to stare next to where you were standing , only then a light flickered in your thoughts and you understood the stiletto as well as the delightful welcoming was not directed toward you.

-" Sorry kid, you okay ?" Benkei inquired, getting closer to your smaller body to check if you have been hurt, you flashed him your usual bright smile.

-" I'm all fine, maybe a little bit curious, what's the tea ?"

Arashi contained a smile, he should have expected it, nothing more than your usual cheerfulness despite almost receiving a stiletto in face as soon as you came for your usual workout. That was mainly one of the reasons why the two of you went from being a coach and his rookie to being friends in a short period of time, the fact that no matter how bad the situation was, everything suddenly seemed lighter whenever you were around.

-" Oh nothing more than this asshole being the dumbest guy I dated !"

Your eyes drifted from Arashi toward the unknown girl, who spoke while glaring at the man standing few feets next to you. You turned your head toward him and he did the same, immediately your lips curled in a Colgate smile, his exasperation soared at the same time.

That smile, that damn smile.

Needless to say Arashi's eyes were already glued on your face, while you cluelessly teased Wakasa silently. He hated you, you were well aware of it. From the first time you walked into that gym, he had hated your mannerisms, the ease with which you hogged everyone's attention, the nonchalance with which you greeted his dark looks, and the fact that you seemed to revel in his hostility toward you.

He had known a lot of girls in his life, but you... You were everything he despised the most in the world, he always saw more behind your constant good mood and your pleasant character, he was convinced that you lured everyone else into a vice of pleasant person to achieve your ends.

And God, you were good. From the top of your early twenties, you were able to lead men of your age and even older by the fingertips, with a blink of an eye or a big smile, the pull-up bar that has been busy since hours was suddenly empty for you to use, and suddenly the men that were waiting for their turn to use it, were only there to time you or show you the right way to do the movement, while you converse in an enthusiastic voice.

-" It's about time you understood someone with such a hairstyle can't be mentally stable ".

While Wakasa ignored you and leaned against the wall, staring at his ex fling, the latter threw a death glare toward you, you suddenly winced and peered at Senju.

-" Oh... Too soon ?"

- "definitely " Senju who happened to be an acquaintance from the gym too, laughed under her breath while leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. She was the closest person to your generation there, you really liked her and sometimes wondered how a person like her managed to be friends with someone like him.

-" you know what, Kim ?" Arashi stood between the girl who was approaching what was probably her ex, and Wakasa, raising his hands in front to get her attention, you contained your smile because of how he seemed like walking on eggshells.

-" Lemme give you a ride home, sounds good ? It's late, you're prolly tired".

-" And crazy " Senju sang slightly under her breath, the girl ignored her and kept her eyes on her ex, who was nonchalantly leaning against the wall with crossed arms, giving her an empty stare, determined to not be the one who breaks the eye contact.

Suddenly you realized what was happening, your eyes widened and a gasp of surprise escaped from your mouth, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Wakasa who rolled his eyes.

-" Wait, Are we all just gonna sit there and ignore the fact that I missed a nap and came here for nothing ?"

Benkei wore a confused and sorry expression, Senju winced slightly and you gasped from indignation. It had been a tiring day, you'd had classes at the university all morning and worked in the afternoon, all you'd dreamed of was your cozy mattress and yet you'd forced yourself to join your coach because today's session was by far the best of the week, all of this to hear that he was about to leave?

-" good so you'd know the world does not always revolve around you" Wakasa spoke for the first time, you turned toward him frowning and eyed his neutral expression.

-" nobody asked about my opinion when you and her were breaking each other's back, why I gotta pay the piper now?"

-" Hey look" Benkei turned toward you and gave you a little smile, something about your lowered eyebrows, pouting mouth and big bright eyes weighed on his stomach, Wakasa saw his friend's face softening like it never did and scoffed silently.

-" I'll make it up to you, I promise, but for now... She will end up hurting herself trying to hurt him. " Benkei whispered the last part, peering at Kim and Senju who, standing behind him went out of her way convincing the girl not to throw her second shoe toward her ex, then at the man few feets next to you who seemed to not care the least about anything that was happening.

Sighing, you watched the angry tears slip away from her eyes and wondered slightly what could he possibly have done to get her acting this way, you knew he was a playboy and he had the looks, she probably was another notch in his belt. Internally you felt sorry for her, and reluctantly, you met Benkei's eyes in an understanding smile and nodded.

-" great ! You're the best. Kim, shall we go ? " He turned toward the latter and started forcing her to walk out of the gym, therefore only you three were left , the next minutes.

-" they're getting bolder" Senju started, taking her sport bag laying next to the boxing ring. " From blowing up your phone to coming here".

-" She knew what she was getting into ".

Squinting your eyes, you couldn't believe he was acting so cold toward someone who was on the verge of crying because of him. Speaking of the devil, he caught your glare on him and raised an eyebrow at you, as if he didn't knew that what he was doing was wrong.

You cracked one of your best smiles in his direction, and were pleased to see his expression darken. In truth, you had no idea what he had against you, but from the beginning he had not been pleasant in your presence and had not treated you like any other customer, he probably hated your cheerful nature which made you happy to display it in front of him every time.

Gross, he thought and looked away. Loath was more than just a word, it was palpable everytime you were around, with every word you spoke in your perky timbre of voice, and in his guts after the slightest glimpse at your wide-eyed gaze.

-" That's all well and good but in the meantime I'm left without a coach ".

Serves you right, was what his glance expressed toward you. You ignored him and gave all of your attention to the shorter girl who made her way toward you.

-" Maybe Benkei will return soon? " She had a sorry face, you flashed another smile toward her to let her know it was all well.

-" Don't think so, look it's already late-"

-" we're closing in ten minutes. "

-" Waka ! " Senju roasted him, that one shrugged, straightened and passed by her, making his way to the ring. " It's mainly because of you that Benkei had to leave. If it was someone else, you would've took over !"

He slipped under the ropes of the ring, ignoring her statement. Relevant to say the customer is top one priority, usually, he would not have minded taking over for Benkei, he had nothing to do anyway. However, when that same customer was proven able to stir his guts by their meer sight, the priorities suddenly changed and the only one in sight was to get as far as possible from where you were standing.

-" It's okay, Senju. Really " you shook your head and placed your duffel bag back on your shoulder. " I'd rather wait 'til next week than to be coached by the wild cat ".

The temperature inside the gym dropped suddenly, Senju gripped her bag's strap, eyeing the older guy who didn't turned but gave a side eye glare which without lying gave you the chills, added to the silence around.

-" Just a mistake, white leopard, she meant " a nervous laugh escaped the Kawaragi's mouth, you maintained your eyes on his side glance however, lips curled.

-" whatever bites, grrrr."

She contained another smile, both your attentions were drawn to the purple haired man as he turned and placed his elbows on the rope, a fresh lollipop between his lips.

-" We all know why she prefers Benkei anyway".

His tone was more condescending than usual, you frowned as much as Senju who started to feel the tension rising.

Intrigued, you approached the ring until you were at the level of the ropes, raised your head to meet his eyes which were sizing you up and tilted your head with a smile.

-" would you elaborate on this , Imaushi ?"

He swore it was the same last name he would not stop hearing since he first opened his eyes to the world, why would it sound any different now ?

And about your eyes on his, was it because you were so close or was the color always this striking? Was it because of that sinless smile that you had everyone in your pocket that easily ?

He leaned over the ropes a little more, until a blonde hair lock brushed against your nose that you wrinkled, shaking your head quickly, the gesture itself was strangely warming the cold shoulder he gave you, strangely.

-" Dude goes as easy on you as with an eggshell " he shrugged in front of your raised eyebrows and parted mouth, it was said now, he always saw how Benkei used a softer tone with you, he didn't put even half his strength into his attacks and removed the weights from the bars for you, despicable.

-" Okay wow guys I think, I maybe... Should leave you to it" Senju chose the wisest option perceiving you pulling your head slightly back and something flickering in your eyes that even him didn't missed.

She gave a last warning glance toward him.

Don't push it too far.

He barely glanced at her.

My business.

Even you barely turned to look at her when she called your name.

-" Enjoy your workout !" She waved a quick goodbye at you before slipping outside the gym, anxious not to get caught up in whatever she knew would soon explode between the two of you. she knew the reluctance of her friend toward you and was aware of the pleasure you took in pushing him to his limit.

He waited for an answer but all you have done was so barely give him enough time to straighten his back before slipping under the ropes of the ring, finding yourself thus in front of him with your bodies almost pressed against each other.

-" You know what's uglier than you ? " He inquired, discreetly swallowing his breath watching you tilting your head and licking your smiling lips. " You from this close ".

Then, when he heard your laughter, he knew he didn't want that one around him anymore. No matter how electric the atmosphere between you two was, it lightened it a little, why were you laughing ? Weren't you supposed to be offended ?

Be that as it may, you were not the shade of slighted by his statement, actually, you were even entertained.

-" You know what is even uglier than a zebra ? A 27 with a zebra hairstyle. "

Not the least moved, he lifted his head and eyed you from head to toe.

-" Why are you even here ?"

You knew what he meant, but as always, you were in the mood of beating around the bush.

-" I believe at some point my mom forgot her pills... "

He deadpanned, judging the smirk curling your lips.

-" C'mon, it was funny " you scratched the back of your neck.

-" no, it was not. "

-" yes it was " you sang in a melodious tone that almost gave him a stomach ache. " You would've laughed if Satan didn't left your soul behind, bringing you back from hell".

The silent treatment, ignoring you was his best way everytime you started ranting, if you were some fire, he would be the one to turn it off.

-" Back off, and go home. "

It was the best, it was getting late and he was absolutely not in the mood to deal with your energy excess. Instead of answering, or backing off, you kept your gaze on his so close eyes from yours while pulling your shirt over your head, watching his eyes widening slightly.

May the world give him a small break to figure out exactly when did you turned so... Eye-catching in your cobalt blue sport bra ?

When did you started smelling as fruits and Gardenia? By god you had to back off, the perfume was thrilling, making his body beg him for more.

Your face was a painting and your emotions the artist, since when did it start to turn captivating, to watch and note the life in your features ?

-" You said Benkei takes it easy on me. " You pulled your hair up in a quick bun, his eyes trailed down the few hair locks falling from it, before he had to go back to your face when his gaze fell on the hollow of your strapped bra, what had overwhelmed him at that moment would remain a secret that he would carry with him to his grave.

-" so, teach me. "

-" I said back off-"

-" Teach me " you got closer when he tried stepping back, he stared impassively at your face, so you wanted him to be your coach now, suddenly?

-" What's in it for me, princess ?"

of contempt, this nickname was soaked only in contempt. Looking you up and down, reminding you that you were clearly only on the level of a useless princess next to him.

-" You'll get your hatred out on me " and you would get to see how he was willing to teach you, if he thought Benkei was not doing the things in the right way, maybe deep inside, you knew that one was taking it easy on you...

He seemed to be in deep thought, although his expression showed nothing. He was weighing the pros and cons, maybe putting you in your place would be the best way to get that unbearable smile off your face?

-" Go down on me, Imaushi. "

-" Don't say it like this... " Through gritted teeth, what he was feeling had no place in a gym, the heat was rising in him when he didn't even started to move.

You frowned, god's sake, were you really that oblivious ? There was nothing more than usual in your hopeful face, could you be that oblivious ?

-" Go 'head, ruin me ".

Majestic velocity, a leopard in all its greatness.

In a split second, you were laying down, a cramp aching in your knee. You pulled that one against your chest and frowned, looking at him as he stood on top of you.

-" First lesson, never get this close to your opponent".

It was unhealthy, but seeing you on the ground that way, no smile in your face, frowning and breathing fastly had something refreshing, or rather extremely burning.

-" didn't took too much to convince you " you sat up and offered him your hand so he could help you to stand up. He eyed that one about two seconds before taking it, noting the warmth of your skin before pulling you up abruptly, only when you went to pull your hand away, a stretching ache coursed through your arm, he held it behind your back and bent you down, pressing your wrist.

-" Shit... You're going feral " you tried to laugh in an interrupted breath when he stretched your arm a little more, getting a hiss of pain from you.

-" you trust the opponent?" He ran his gaze down your exposed neck, back, and stopped right before reaching your hips, he could feel you resisting his grip, it was wrong, he could break your wrist anytime he wanted to, this way. Benkei has been doing an awful job.

He let go of your hand suddenly, sucking on his lollipop while watching you steadying yourself right in time to not fall to the ground.

And when you turned to face him, fists Infront of your face, you were smiling slightly again, he frowned and cracked his neck.

A small lapse of time where he allowed himself to note how fascinating it was to watch your chest rise and fall with each interspersed breath, your reddening cheeks and parted lips were worth a single lost heart beat, just one.

-" tired already ? " He made two steps toward you, containing his smirk as you held your fists closer to your face. " Want me to slow down, princess ?"

Don't say it like this, you wanted to say to his pretty face, but you would rather die than make it awkward this way, from your mouth, you were sure it wouldn't sound as sexy as it was from his.

-" Have no mercy on me " your lips stretched playfully, against all odds, you could have sworn you have seen the corner of his mouth twitching, yet the next second you dodged one of his kicks by jumping to the side.

-" You're boring me... " He literally yawned, flying another kick toward you that you've had more trouble to dodge than the first time.

You rested your back against the ropes, panting heavily, watching as he turned toward you with an impassive face.

-" uh-huh, missed the goal of my life ".

A " tsk " left his mouth in a mocking manner, it was pathetic that you kept the good-nature but had trouble keeping your own breath.

- " weren't you like supposed to close in ten minutes ? " You inquired, aiming a blow at his stomach, he dodged your first attack effortlessly then kicked your ankle, luckily it was not as strong as to make you fall down though it stole a pretty whimper from your lips.

-" this shit's more satisfying than sleep itself" he admitted, you left the ropes he was about to cage you against, then both engaged in a slow dance around each other, examining carefully every step the other took.

-" So charming " your sarcastic closed-eyes smile expressed. " You definitely know how you talk to a girl, are you a rainstorm, Imaushi ? Because I'm soaked ".

-" Oh shut the fuck up ".

Your foot flew to his side, and you were proud it brushed against his ribs at least before he locked it between his left arm and side. You quickly put all your weight on the other foot while trying to reach for the ropes to steady your body, but God were they far.

-" Now tell me, how'd you get away with this?"

Your breath was stolen from your lungs, his hand around your ankle slid stealthily and pulled on your thigh, you gasped, watched your hands helplessly collapsing against his torso to stop your face in a nick of time to crash against his.

-" This... " Your mouth opened wide, brows furrowed and glossy eyes, his purple eyes smoldered, now that face had definitely not a place in a gym.

From this close, he could see the color of your eyes darken in a thin circle around your dilated pupils, watch you bite your lip trying not to show your pain, your chest jerking with each jerky breath.

By what miracle had the night, or perhaps adrenaline, made you so bewitching when only a few days earlier, you were a plague to avoid ?

-" You're... "

-" Hm ?"

A thousand shades of poison, was Wakasa Imaushi's fragrance seeping through your nostrils. Features like an ocean, pushing you, pulling you back, those amethyst hues cluelessly enchanting you while they stared at you sucking your lower lip in a frown.

Those lips had their magnetism, pulling his gaze ever so effortlessly.

-" You're hurtin' me... "

Uncomfortable, rather than painful, were his fingers digging deeper in the skin of your thighs. The ache coursed through your core in a burning circuit, ashes of his fingertips had your body secretly begging for more...

-" Yeah ? Bet it hurts good, princess".

How would it look, to any passerby to catch his look trailing down your lips, the grip of his hand around your skin, could they feel the pressure he was engulfed into ? Deafening until his ears were ringing, as if diving meters under the surface, he never felt so lightheaded.

It was a risky move, yet it was the only exit your body had considered. The one leg that carried your weight suddenly swung out to hit his stomach, using the force by which you were propelled backwards to push him as far as possible.

As his eyes widened, his back slammed against the ring ropes, your body gave way to the lack of support and fell backwards until your back was pressed against the tarp covering the floor.

Your lips curled, triumphant and proud, you leaned on your elbows, and helplessly your smile faded.

There, standing in front of you, tall, impressive, glare dark as the thoughts running in his head, rolling up his sleeves with a lifted head. It was not that you felt small, you were small, under the imposing, almighty white leopard.

Sizing you up, preying on you, a hortensia cage was agonizingly slow closing around you.

Wakasa watched your throat bobbing lightly while you gulped down, as he made a step toward your laying body, his shade covered your shape, and like a cloud he overshadowed your brightness, watching your smile faltering and drinking in the exquisite wide-eyed gaze you scanned his body with.

Toxic was the word for that succulent pleasure of extinguishing the candle you were.

-" Sunshine can storm, I see ".

You ignored his statement, forced yourself out of your lost stare and got up, quickly putting your fists back in front of your face.

-" was my kick strong enough, Imaushi ?"

You stared turning around him, while he stood right there, sucking his sweet and following you out of the corner of his eye.

-" Should eat more proteins. Maybe you'd have more muscles and less... Rainbows ".

You stopped your walk around him for a second, tilting your head to the side in a questioning look.

-" Rainbows ?"

-" hm " he confirmed, cracking his joints, you winced. " Y'always smiling and laughing, makes me wanna throw up ".

- " Oh... " You startled when he turned to face you, starting to get closer and somehow you felt caged. " So what you're saying is, my light is blinding you ?" You tried to joke, only to earn a cold dull glance.

-" What the hell do you even eat for breakfast?"

-" Guys like you ". You smiled, his stomach got crushed by a lump. Were you always this... Flirtatious ?

A land away from denial, Wakasa stole a secret second to wonder, was hatred supposed to crush one's soul this way ? Was contempt such a suffocating prison, that he knew every specific crease in your face when you smiled? What in this world or another, stronger than the loath could make your sight and scent so intoxicating?

- " saying that Benkei is easy on me " you scoffed, slipping between him and the ropes to avoid getting trapped. " You're not doing much either, I'm not even sweating".

Funny how sometimes, your heart doesn't need eyes. It stumbled on its own heart beats, perceiving a slight wind whistle, a fragment of a second that was enough for him to move behind you, block your arm behind your back and have his hand around your neck.

Pressed against your back, a hair lock of him tickled your neck that way you knew just how close he was, his breath hit your ear, a stern tone of voice ignited a fire inside you.

-" If I wanted you knocked out, you'd already be laid by now".

Despite his grip around your neck, and the stretch in your arm, you turned your head to your side and were caged in a lavender ocean, the stick of that damn lollipop meer inches away from your lips.

-" maybe I wouldn't mind... " He gulped down discreetly, eyes falling on your moving lips. " Getting laid by you"

-" Love, I'd die to take you, but those pretty legs 'f yours wouldn't be able to stand ".

- " Wait- you found something pretty about me ?"

A snort left his mouth, looking more as a breath as he pulled that lollipop out of his glistening lips in a loud pop.

His heart beats were a pretty mess when you would stare at him with dilated pupils, and at no time had he seen the rubber band around your hair fall, yet his eyes could not leave their view cascading around your face now. And he thought, maybe loathing wasn't as a bad thing, for he craved the destructive madness eating him alive as he looked at you, something a huge number of women and fights failed to provide.

-" I fucking hate it, and you" the sweet taste spread on your lower lip, his bored glance followed the wet trail the lollipop left on it. " But I can't find it in me to not find you deathly pretty ".

You stiffened, it was hard to believe it was Wakasa Imaushi's words, and in a frown, you whimpered when the sweet slipped between your lips. Despite finding it strange, you let yourself getting lost in his stare while twirling your tongue around it, caught his breath hitching in his breath the slightest bit when you began sucking on it.

-" Just so you know" he started, you felt the stretch around your arm loosening, then you gasped when as effortlessly, he turned your body to face him completely now. " This doesn't change anything, I still hate you ".

-" What-"

Your words were buried suddenly in his lips, the lollipop long forgotten thrown somewhere in the room. Your eyes widened as he closed his, placing his hands around your hips and pulling you closer, he needed you closer.

At some point, he tasted the sweet defeat on your lips and understood the war he has been leading was not against you, rather against urges full of you inside him. As, his darkest desire got undressed suddenly, appearing raw and in an instantaneous way soon as you moved your lips against his.

All restraints fell to the ground not in a loud crash but in a grunt he left in your mouth when your hands flew to his hair, grabbing his locks. No matter how cold the night outside was, a fire, a chimney animated you both.

You pulled away, out of breath and the corner of your lips slightly raised, still with a frown.

-" the hell ?"

-" Don't know " he shrugged, hands falling on your thighs. " 's this okay ?"

Was it okay ? You wondered. Truth is you would never let him get this close if it wasn't.

-" show me how you hate me " you smiled as your hands slid down his neck, and finally, you caught a smirk on his face.

He didn't wasted one more second, taking your lips on his once again. It has something different than any others he had his whole life, sweet with a frightening aftertaste, addiction knocking on the door.

He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped them around his waist, then your back got pressed against the ropes, thanks goodness they were strong enough for you to hold onto them, for the minute his kisses assaulted your neck you lost it.

As your perfume invaded his nostrils he closed his eyes and let himself drift in the thought of devouring you, starting to hear your heavy breaths escaping your mouth.

And God were you stunning, some minutes after he pulled your bra away, his crotch began to get painfully heavy at the sight of your bare chest.

-" My eyes are up here, sweetheart- oh !"

It was absolutely not the right moment for teasing him with your everlasting grin, you understood when he pressed his erection against your crotch.

-" Gonna fuckin' ruin you, better shut up and take it, yeah ? Good girl "

Wakasa Imaushi was a man of few words, he didn't need to add anything else before attacking your breasts, stealing your first moans out of your mouth.

He moved against your crotch, couldn't help it while having your breast in mouth and watching your abdomen contracting and hollowing with pleasure. He looked up at your face, smirking when he saw how good you looked with a mouth parted from heat. While his left hand supported your back against the ropes, his right one rested flat against your abdomen, feeling your skin shivering as it slid down, down the waistband of your leggings, fingertips ghosting on top of your lower half's skin.

He got it now, if something burns his soul with so much intensity and depth, it is his duty to be reduced to ashes by it.

You would have laughed if only hours ago, someone told you that you would be, just sometime after, completely naked in front of Wakasa Imaushi, your pants and underwear on the ground. Yet there you were, he lifted you from the floor again, his fingertips appreciating the soft flesh of your thighs, his hard shaft leaking out proudly standing between you two.

There has been, always this unsaid thing in the air whenever you two were around each other, either because he didn't talked a lot of because you didn't have the world's time to chat with him. You two always talked in riddles, and somehow your bodies explained the riddles better than you could.

With the heat tightening around his lower abs, he started pushing himself inside you, and when he saw how you started swallowing him though he was too big, heaven.

-" Fuck's sake... " He cursed, you couldn't help but clench around him halfway there, and in the madness, your head thrown back and bare body so soft in his hands was the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

As a harsh slap hitting his face, a cruel moment of realization for him to figure out, silly him, hatred would have never got him so obsessed, it was rather something else, another feeling on the other side of a thin line...

Such a thin line.

-" move for god's sake !" You whimpered, grinding your hips against his. He breathed a small laugh, which if you weren't in such a heat would have shocked you.

-" So pretty when you're begging for the D ".

Through a more desperate than funny laughter, you closed your eyes and moaned when he started thrusting inside you. Everything was so overwhelming, the ropes against your back, the depth he was reaching, his fingers bruising your flesh, you were prone to lose your mind anytime.

- " Waka... This way, shit, please this fuckin' way... "

There was something addictive about how you lost your eternal smile when he was pounding in you, but the addiction itself was how consuming the heat in his guts burned, you were tightening around him in a way that got him cursing your name under his breath, though he was not the loud type, how he clenched his jaw and breathed faster was his way to express how pathetic you turned him.

His hand reached for your neck to wrap around it, lifting your head so he could take a better look at your face, he cursed himself right after because of that, since it was impossible not to lean and take your swollen lips in his.

-" Looks so good with daddy's hands 'round your neck " he praised, his thumb wiped away a tear that slipped unconsciously from your eyes. You were so close, it was the sweetest torture how your insides were throbbing.

-" Shhh, don't cry. Watch me stretch this princess's pussy real good, 'Kay ? watch me take you 'til this sweet mouth's crying my name "

And for someone who was currently having you, it was even more confusing that he was deeply thinking about all the other things he wanted, he needed to do to you. He couldn't help, it was far away the strongest thing he had ever felt or seen.

As if you gave shape to the need in his bones, as if the body exposed was his own. His, it sounded good, for once. To possess, to own, to be the unique and only, were you currently flouting all his principles and morals with just one moan of his name ?

-" Waka, ple-"

One rather strong thrust was enough to shut you down, send you to overdrive, wasn't it obvious he was busy thinking about you ? Couldn't you give him one minute ?

-" Don't know how many times I wanted to shut you up this way " he groaned, through an euphoric state your right hand left his back to give him a middle finger, stealing another small breathed laugh from him.

-" don't tell no lie, princess. You like it when I fuck you like this ".

Though you shook your head in a whine, he didn't missed how you tightened around him, only to cry out seconds later and clenched incredibly good around him.

-" damn " his breath got caught in a snort. "pretends to be a goody-goody, princess be takin' my cock like a fuckin' pornstar".

His eyes rolled in their orbs on their own, it felt as if the weight of the whole world was suddenly put on his balls, it was already obvious he would come stronger, thicker and longer than he ever did.

-" Now listen, love "

His face leaned over your -lost in pleasure- one, a smirk adorned his features, a single sweaty hair lock falling between your two faces. His purple eyes never shone that bright, with those thick blonde eyelashes, how good he looked.

-" Don't expect me t' give you back to Benkei after that, 'kay ? "

Feeling his ending close, he smashed his hips against yours in a last desperate attempt to ride his high.

-" I'mma mold you pretty good, train you. I swear I'mma fuckin' make you Wakasa's princess ".

Notes : this one took me more time than usual to make, hope I at least made a joyful character 😭

Network : @downtown-roponggi @tokyo-ballroom

Please, if you know the artist gimme their @ for credit <3

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