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emissaire · 1 year

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the parting gift - ryuguji ken x reader

warnings/includes: angst, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationships, breaking up, violence, use of mature language such as swearing, mentions of izana x reader, implied dating bajitrio, senju and yuzuha are girlfriends bcs why tf not 🌈 // wc: 7.6K

listen to: m. by anıl emre daldal, romatic homicide by d4vd, chamber of reflection by mac demarco, chilly by niki

note: hey guys! happy new year ♥ here's my first angst for this year, 2023. hope you enjoy >< also this piece is inspired by the movies: the breakup playlist & the effect of a finger flick on a breakup

synopsis: that moment, it occurred to ken ryuguji that emptiness will be his companion for a very long time, so it seems, but it's fine. at the very least, you still gave him one last gift.

Life wasn't always like thisㅡ when you have to constantly second guess your own intentions and be self-deprecating. Life wasn't always filled with the unknown where you have to keep your head low and walk on eggshells so you wouldn't overstep but because of Ken Ryuguji, your every waking day is filled with uncertainty and anxiety. Even after you moved cities, the memories still haunt you.

You swear you used to know him so well like the back of your hand, memorized him to the very core so it's really ironic how you're looking at him as if he was someone you've only met once: familiar yet empty and distant.

You can't see him anymore. Looking right through this unapologetic and hollow shell of a man that stood before you is like looking at yourself through a fragmented glass panel, reflective but damaged. You see yourself in him and it's so cruel because god damn, you want to resent him so much.

"Really, we broke up and that's fine. I have nothing against you." He shrugs so casually as if he is not seeing you crumble before himㅡ yet again. He looks too relaxed for you to be hurting this much just by hearing him speak his cursed poem of nonchalance and ignorance. It seems like he doesn't really care. Did he ever even care?

How did everything spiral down to this? Were you too complacent? Have you always been such a pushover? Do all these questions matter at this point?

You remember a time when his I love yous remind you of the tender moments with him, when the look in his eyes, as soon as they landed on you, was enough to placate you after a long day without him. Now they all mean nothing. He was your everything until it came to a point where the little things, small banters and meaningless quips turned into full-blown fights over who's right, who's in the wrong, who's the bigger person and who's better.

To this day, you still can't place a finger as to why that argument even came up. Not like you were ever in a rivalry with your own boyfriend. After all, a loving relationship is never supposed to be a competition but that wasn't how Draken saw it.

"I have… I needㅡ please, just cater me for a second." Your smile doesn't reach your eyes, sight starting to get blurry with the onslaught tears threatening to spill.

He doesn't say anything but the sound of his heavy sigh resounds in your ears so hauntingly but you push throughㅡ from all those years letting him overshadow your presence in what's supposed to be a two-way relationship, you think you deserve to be heard at least once. "I've been thinking… you know, I did love you."

"Are you trying to make me feel better? I told you, we're cool. You really don't have to." His words followed by a light chuckle manages to make your heart clench.

"No, I… I did, though I don't know when I stopped caring," you pause, clutching your bag placed on your lap before continuing, "Yesterday while I was unpacking, I found this." You used the opportunity to breathe as you dug through your bag to search for the item you found in your jewelry box. The anklet he had given you on your second anniversary is as pretty as ever when you hand it to him. "I just want to give that back."

Draken purses his lips and ends up pocketing the jewelry. He feels a little bad, seeing you so closed off again and looking small but this whole ordeal is a drag and pointless, he thinks. Why dwell on something that's already ended?

"Can I ask you something?" Your voice stops his train of thoughts as he trails his eyes towards your face before he nods. "Did you really love me?"

The question got him taken aback but he had seen this coming. He knew it'll be a question after everything that's happened. "I did."

He sees your momentary pause, the look of surprise on your face baffles him as he narrows his eyes at you. Did you expect him to say no? He wasn't that bad, right?

"Oh," was all you could muster to respond as you pondered over the remaining moments you were together.

"Were you expecting a different answer and for me to say no?" He didn't mean to sound accusing but the thought of you doubting his feelings hurt his pride.

"Can you blame me?"

"What are you implying?"

"Did you ever let me decide on dates? Have you ever asked me how my day went? You never even offered me your hand whenever we went out and it's so crowded." This time, your tears have practically cascaded down your cheeks as you ask him all the questions you've been bottling up. This was far from what you wanted to happen today. You promised to yourself not to open the wound you're trying so hard to heal but it happened before you could process it. As your voice raises in pitch, the more it wavers. It's pathetic but fuck it, you deserve at least this much.

"How is that important? You're so hung up on the littlest things." Draken argues back.

Little things, but wasn't it always the little things that matter? If he wouldn't listen because of that then you'll give him big enough reasons for him to hear you. "Have you approached me to apologize after an argument when you know you started it? Did you ever try to give something up for me? Whenever I wanted to see you, did you ever run to me?"

"Of course I didㅡ" "You did only because you wanted to have sex!"

That had him quiet in guilt, stiffening in his posture and lips going back to being pursed. So he really was that bad. No, maybe the term 'bad' doesn't even suffice to the amount of pain he's subjected you to.

"Above all things, what kind of boyfriend would envy the woman they love? Ken, I wasn't your rival, I was your girlfriend. Weren't we supposed to be happy for each other? If you really loved me you wouldn't see me that way."

Draken has been quiet for a while now, not only tonight but has been for a couple of days. He's also been irritable so you try to do your best to show you're there for him but still keep a safe distance lest he needs his own space.

"Tora's new touch-ups on his bike were really cool, don't you think so?" You smile up at him, engaging his reaction but you're only met with silence and a frown as he hands you your helmet. The rest of his friends are still inside the restobar but your boyfriend insisted you guys leave first.

"Kenny?" This time, you touch his arm gently only for it to be shrugged off as he puts on his own helmet.

"You want to switch boyfriends since you think his bike looks cool? Go on then." His words were muffled but they were sharp and pointed that it digs through your heart. He's never one to be jealous, always the rational he is so you don't understand where this sudden idea came from.

You laugh, deciding to take his words lightly as you hop on the bike behind him, arms wrapped around his middle torso in a snuggle. "You know what I mean! I'm just happy for him since it took him years to have his dream bike."

"You're so happy for him, you're not even his friend." The rest of the drive, you remain in silence. His words stung but what he uttered next as soon as the both of you are in yourㅡ no, hisㅡ apartment (as what he have told you last week in an argument: the apartment is his because he bought it, you doing the house chores and paying half the utility bills is a responsibility as his "tenant") did it. He said them with so much conviction you're convinced you owe him everything that you haveㅡ that you are.

"I– I loved you!" Draken claims, his own voice starting to waver as the realization hits him little by little. By the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was convincing himself more than you.

"I introduced you to my friends, right? I got you people who tolerate you! Without me you'd be nothing. I just want a little respect! Do you know how hard it was for me to have your family's approval? They all think you're better than me. I worked for so many years to have at least a pinch of regards but you? You didn't even have to do anything to make my friends respect youㅡ hell, they respect you more than me! I love you so much but looking at you and being with you just reminds me of how I'll always be a failure."

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Certainly, he knows he did. He cherished you once upon a time but the pressure of constantly comparing himself to you got the best of him. For him, no matter what he does he's always met with a scorn by your family while you, even your bare minimum actions are rewarded by praise from his friends. Right from the start, he knew you were too good for him but that never fazed him. When it finally poisoned his mind, he got so scared of you thinking the same way and without seeing how his actions affected you, he pushed you away and started blaming you for what he's lacking.

"You're not supposed to hurt the one you love, Ken." You mutter, wiping the tears that wet your cheeks as you compose yourself. He doesn't say anything anymore but you can see his face scrunched upㅡ in hurt or confusion, you don't bother asking him as you take a step back. You've said what you needed him to hear, poured out the last bits of toxin tampering with your entire being and the root of all your insecurities.

This time, you will put yourself first above all things. You won't stop again for a person who's not willing to compromise and match their pace with you. "I hope this teaches us both something. Have a good life Draken."

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"Man, you really need to get your shit together." Mikey's voice is muffled by the glass pressed against his lips as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"What happened this time?" Mitsuya asks, eyeing the both of them over the kitchen counter.

After you left, Draken immediately called his closest friends for a drink. He feels so pathetic for feeling this wayㅡ for being hurt once you turned your back on him because he thought, after the official breakup that had happened a month ago, he would be okay. Why is he suddenly devastated when he knows he's not in any place to be?

"I'm such a horrible person." He says in a drawl, words slurring as he started drinking before his friends had even arrived in his apartment.

"Oh so you are aware." His blonde friend is about to add more insult but Mitsuya glares in his direction, wordlessly telling him to shut up.

"Why do you say that?" Mitsuya asks again.

"When you love someone you're supposed to make them happy. You'll do everything in your power so they wouldn't get hurt… but I–" He couldn't finish his words, getting choked up with the emotions flooding his system. "I fucked up so bad."

Both of his friends don't say anything, letting him speak his entire heart out. They've seen him put a barrier between you and himself and while they don't support the way he had treated you, it wasn't also their place to intervene. They could only offer so much because at the end of the day, the answer will always come from the both of you. So for the entire night, they stayed with Draken and listened to him ramble about how much of an asshole he is for hurting the only person who showed him genuine love.

The next morning, Draken woke up in his bed, throat dry and head spinning due to the hangover. Last night was a blur, he can't even remember how much he drank and when his friends left his house. Feeling so weak, he almost didn't want to move but figured he'll feel much better after a shower and a glass of water. The anklet in his pocket is long forgotten as it fell on the floor and got kicked under his bed with no regard— much like how he had made you feel.

"Are you sure about this?" Your cousin, Hinata, asks almost tearfully. She's holding your unoccupied hand as the other carries your duffle bag. Behind the both of you are Naoto and Takemichi, rolling your luggages across the tiled floors of the airport.

So much has happened over the course of one year and while you can't say you're entirely happy, you've made it past the horrible times of crying yourself to sleep or skipping meals— you did everything you could to divert the pain away from your heart. It took that much to start building yourself up and all over again, and now you're here, in the airport ready to leave the country and possibly the hurtful memories you have too.

"Of course. I'll still call you guys whenever I can so we won't miss out much on each other." You reassure Hinata with a grateful smile on your face once all of you have arrived in front of the airport's gates.

You look over at your younger cousin, flashing him another smile and a nod towards Takemichi, wordlessly thanking them. You couldn't be more grateful for the support they've given you after the heartbreak. They were at your beck and call— especially Hinata when you needed a pillar and a shoulder to cry on so to leave them after everything makes you sad.

"You're going to be late if you stay here longer." Naoto reminds you, helping arrange your luggages in a way that will be easier for you to carry.

You leave them after a round of hugs and tearful farewells and then you are off to another country, hopeful and confident that you'll find the very much longed for rest of your heart and mind.

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Draken is… well, still an empty hollow man but unlike before when he liked to pretend he was fine just being him, he's doing terrible. His routine of beating himself up in the morning and drinking until the late hours of the night is a habit of his now, leaving Inui to manage the shop on his own. The man is too kind for his own good to even scold his business partner for neglecting his duties.

On some nights when he's really drunk, he cries and aches alone, calling out your name. He can barely even remember what it's like to long for you in sobriety as he drowns himself in liquor. He's eyeing the anklet he had given you again, he found it one morning when he stumbled on his own feet and kissed the floorboards of his room like a loser.

He tried to reach out a week after your confrontation but your cousins and even Takemichi kept blocking him out and any sort of contact he could get from you. He thinks he deserved that but the feeling of unfairness still eats at his heart and when it bleeds, the bitterness spreads. That's when he would turn to his only loyal companion now: alcohol.

"You need to stop doing this, Ken. You need help." Mitsuya tells him with his brows furrowed in concern.

"Stop fuckin' telling me whatta do, a'ight? I'll stop if she comes back!" Draken replies drunkenly, swinging the half-empty can of alcohol in his hand which only makes his friend sigh at the pathetic sight.

"Do you think she'll want to come back after seeing you in this state?" Mitsuya is indignant, snatching the can out of Draken's grasp only for the other to push him away defensively, almost knocking him back.

"You asshole! The hell's your problem?" Draken yells, fisting his shirt and glaring at him through unfocused eyes.

Mitsuya can only stare at his friend like he had grown two heads, befuddled and hurt. Draken has never been violent like this. "Ken, you're the one who has a problem."

His comment causes the taller man to go stiff and before they can even process what happened, Draken's fist connects to his cheek, leaving it bruised and sore. Despite the shock, he shoves the other back, aiming to punch him back but quickly stops himself in the process, seeing the empty look in his friend's eyes.

Mitsuya shakes his head as if to clear his own mind, heaving in adrenaline and anger. "Pull your head out of your ass and fix your shit. You're a fucking grown man so act like it." Without wasting another second, he storms out the apartment, shaking and anguished.

In a span of one year Ken Ryuuguji severs another relationship with his miscalculated judgment.

"Oh my god! I missed you so much!" Hinata screams in excitement, hugging you as soon as she opens the front door to reveal you. It had been too long since you've seen each other and your cousin was over the moon when you told her you were coming home for her wedding.

Life in Canada was both fulfilling and sad at the same time. You constantly miss the familiarity and your life in Japan but getting to explore, meet new people and discover new things about yourself were enough motivation to keep you grounded. You enjoyed yourself and you're as happy as you can get.

"Hina, please don't jump around too much. It's bad for the baby." Takemichi scratches his head, eyeing his fiancée in worry as he helps you carry your things inside their house.

"Oh please, I'm not even halfway through the second trimester. Stop being a worry-wart." Hinata teases the man as she leads you to the living room where she sits you down beside her. "So what was it like in a foreign country? Did you meet a handsome man?" She wiggles her brows teasingly.

You chuckle at her antics. "No, Hina and I did great there, considering I was alone."

"Heeey! You're omitting out one big detail. What happened to Mr. Hot Cafe Owner?"

She's talking about the man you met in Canada. He lived in the same apartment as you did, you were next door neighbors and he helped you with unpacking, even offered you dinner that same night. You hit it off well, considering he's an intellect with a golden heart. It even helped that he was part Japanese so you were less lonely and had someone to bond over missing home.

"Ahh him. He had to move back here in Tokyo for work purposes. Long distance didn't really work for us so we broke it off after almost a year of dating. It's been five months since we've had any contact." You shrugged.

"That's a shame," she pouts, "Well you're here in Tokyo now… so why not give it a shot again? That's if he's still here and single?"

"Here are your drinks, ladies." Takemichi places a tray containing tall glasses of orange juice and you quickly grab the opportunity to ponder as you drink.

You're not gonna lie, Izana (Mr. Hot Cafe Owner's name), was a great guy but there's something still quite missing in your heart so it was a blessing in disguise when he broke up with you himself. You agreed with his decision, thinking it would be for the best because up until now, you can still see yourself as someone else's woman no matter how ridiculous that sounds.

"Well, anyway! The wedding is in two weeks so we have a lot to do but for now why don't you go and rest first? Honey, can you please bring her to her room? I'm feeling tired." Hinata yawns, her hand on her belly as Takemichi nods right after placing a kiss on her forehead.

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Being back in Japan is overwhelming in a lot of ways but more than that, you're just relieved because after so long, you're finally home. Although quite tired still from the long trip, you can feel your nerves buzzing in excitement at the prospect of seeing what's changed here and what Japan has in store for you even if it's temporary.

Days pass by in a blur with your cousins taking you around the city and back to the places you used to frequent; most times though you're with the couple helping them with last minute wedding preparations so you're pretty occupied which you're grateful for. If you weren't, you would have just spent your days thinking about him and the what-ifs, and you don't want that to happen after the years he's been out of your life. For all you know he could be married and even have kids— if you notice your heart squeezing at the thought, you ignore it.

"Thank you so much for all your help. I bet it was stressful for you, huh?" Hinata is adorned with the prettiest stud earrings, her hair and make up done in a way that accentuates her soft beauty. She's looking at you through teary eyes and a pout.

You quickly rush by her side, a warm smile on your face as you dab a tissue under her eyes lightly. Her baby bump is even more prominent with the snug fit of her dress which makes her look even more ethereal in her wedding attire. "No, thank you for trusting me to help out."

"Is the bride ready?" The wedding coordinator asks from behind the ajar door, looking at you and Hinata.

You flash a grin towards your cousin's way before turning to the coordinator. "Yeah, she is."

As the wedding procession happens, you stay close to Hinata as her maid of honor. You're like a worker bee assisting the bride, making sure that everything is fine that you don't notice the presence of someone who still holds a part of your heart captive and a pair of heavy eyes watching you from the crowd.

"Why didn't you tell me she's here?" Draken hisses beside Mikey as they stand at the front as Takemichi's groomsmen along with the others.

"I honestly didn't know." The other shrugs in nonchalance, completely engrossed in the wedding and finding entertainment at how Takemichi keeps stuttering. "Even if she is here, so what? She's Hinata's cousin so it makes sense."

"Liar. If I had known—" Draken's murmur is interrupted by Mikey's low voice, "It's not that big of a deal, Ken-chin. Besides, haven't you moved on? You're dating someone else now anyway."

That made him quiet, lips pressed into a thin line before heaving out a defeated sigh.

Four long years it has been and you still look… the same. You still look like you but somehow you look radiant? No, you've always been shining but in the years of having you hide behind his shadow, he wasn't able to see just how bright you were— for him you're a sight for sore eyes, something only to behold from afar.

The entire time until the end of the wedding and at reception, he doesn't ever take his eyes off you. Whether you spotted him after gawking at you like an idiot for hours and ignored him or you simply just not noticed, he's glad because if you look in his way, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He could kiss you, cry, curse at you— he really doesn't know.

"Draken, Yona just texted me asking why you're not returning her calls. She said she's been calling you." Mitsuya lets his taller friend know, gesturing for his phone currently facing down the table. He and Draken made up, Mitsuya forgiving the latter with no hesitance seeing as they go way back and after promising to take care of himself and seek therapy to help him.

"I turned off my cell." Is his lame excuse.

"You should at least text her, let her know what's going on." Chifuyu adds while halfway through his food.

Yona isn't his girlfriend per se, more of like a person to fill the absence of the person he's been longing for. Though he finds her kind of irritating, she's sweet and wants to be with him despite the constant rejection so he keeps her around.

Draken only nods his head before excusing himself to go call the girl outside the reception hall. He doesn't know why he's feeling annoyed that he has to let her know of his whereabouts like he's a child. When he was with you, you trusted him and never pestered him to update you as long as you knew where he was and he got home safe— where the hell is mind going?

"Baby! Why are you only calling me now? I even texted you multiple times!" He winces at the whiny voice on the other line before sighing.

"Sorry, I turned my phone off. Didn't want to come off rude to the newly weds," he words out off-handedly, eyes staring into the spacious garden area of the reception, "Anyway, what's up? Did something happen?"

"I just miss you, that's all." Yona whispers, he can hear the suggestive drawl in her tone which has him frowning.

"Really? You called me because of that?"

"You're so mean. Y'know, my ex boyfriends would've been running to see me the moment I—" Draken doesn't hear her meaningless taunts to make him jealous because as soon as your figure emerges from the double doors where he had come from as well, his heart starts hammering in his chest.

"Look, I'll call you back later." He drops the call without any hesitation as he mindlessly walks in your direction. There's really no thought in his mind, body working on autopilot when his eyes zero in on you. He's desperate when he opens his mouth to call for you but gets stopped by a strong grip placed on his shoulder.

"Don't." Naoto tells him, eyes dark in warning.

"I just need to—"

Your cousin frowns at him, clearly showing his distaste with no hesitation towards the latter. "Need what? To hurt her again? Don't you think she's had enough of you and your bullshit?"

The taller shrugs the hand off his shoulder, jaw slack and eyes narrowed back at Naoto as they share an intense glaring showdown but he refuses to back down. He just needs to hear your voice or even see you look his way… anything!

"Stay away from her, Ryuguji-san. If you have any respect left for her, you'll leave her alone." Then he's left alone outside the reception hall, gaping and frustrated at the abrupt exchange between him and Naoto. He knows it was a bad idea to approach you all of a sudden like nothing happened, like he didn't do anything wrong, like he hadn't broken you into pieces, but the sight of you just made his mind go blank. You completely erased his mind to emptiness and filled his heart full with so many emotions.

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You find yourself clutching your chest, locked up in the bathroom stall as you attempt to calm your heart down. You knew he was going to be there, his name written on the invitation and at first, it made you nervous but he's quickly removed from your thoughts with how busy you had been with your cousin's wedding. Right now though, you can barely contain it. You're surprised you managed throughout the wedding procession and made it to reception but now, you feel weak.

You're sure he knows you're here even though your name wasn't on the invitation, leaving it blank since they weren't sure if you'd be able to make it. He knows you're here but he acts like he's fine and you know he is— not even a bit fazed by your presence.

"Babe, you okay in there?" You hear Yuzuha's voice outside the stall.

"You've been here for 10 minutes. The couple's about to cut the cake." Emma notes though you don't miss the worry in her voice.

You breathe in and out, straightening your back and tucking the loose curls of your hair behind your ear before opening the door with a confident smile on your face. "I'm okay. Let's go?"

They both nod and then loop both of their arms through either one of yours, guiding you out of the comfort room.

The entirety of the event, you don't dare look Draken's way nor even attempt to share the same space with him when you find him too close for comfort. You have to stay away from him if you don't want the years you spent trying to get used to his absence to be meaningless.

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A week after the wedding, both Hinata and Takemichi are away for their honeymoon. You have at least a month or so left before you need to go back to Canada and you're growing restless with nothing to do. You can't bother Naoto since he's busy with his job and you feel hesitant to ask both Emma and Yuzuha out since you didn't talk much when you were in Canada. You don't want to bombard them with sudden invitations because of the gap that has grown between you three.

"Fuck it." You sigh, deciding to call the girls anyway for a night out. Fortunately, they both said yes and you're determined to get out of the lonely house in your silk bodycon dress. You're waiting outside of the house for Yuzuha to pick you up so she can drive you both to Senju's house, her girlfriend, for pre-shots while Emma is already waiting at Senju's place.

You clutch your purse and coat tighter when you see Yuzuha's 2007 Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead stop in front of you, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. "Get in, loser. We're going drinking!"

You laugh at her Mean Girls reference as you pull the door open to situate yourself on the passenger seat. Good thing that you have a coat with you, considering that she's driving with the roof of her convertible down, you're bound to get cold.

The conversation with Yuzuha managed to ease you down and relax until you arrived at Senju's. Emma is the first to greet you with a "Don't you look gorgeous!" She gushed as soon as she saw you, rushing towards you like she's not in her bedazzled 6-inch stiletto heels.

Behind her is Senju, chilling on the couch. "Hey!" She grins at you, presenting a bottle of booze in the air. "Ready for drinks?"

It's 9:30 after the girls decided it was finally time to get down to business and leave for the club. You, Emma and Senju are tipsy but still coherent enough while Yuzuha is completely sober, only drinking one or two shots so there's at least one responsible within your group. She's just hoping that none of you are rowdy when drunk.

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You're perspiring as you dance together with Emma, both of you swaying to the music with your arms around each other to fend off other people who might take it as an invitation when they see either of you dancing alone.

"I've forgotten what it's like to let loose after so long! I feel so free like this!" You shout beside Emma's ear so she can hear you.

Emma giggles, eyes slightly unfocused as she clutches your sides. "Good to know you're having fun though!"

You nod at her, beaming under the poor lighting of the club. Senju and Yuzuha are still at your table, watching you both as they drown in each other's presence. The both of you continued dancing for a while before Emma excused herself to the bathroom while you made a beeline towards the bar counter.

"Can I have water please?" You smile at the bartender after he nods at your request, quickly handing you a glass of cold water to cleanse your palette. "Thank you!"

The counter isn't that busy, only six of you are seated as everyone danced the night away so the bartender entertains you politely. "Are you having a fun night?"

Immediately, you bob your head yes. "Oh yeah. I'm with my girls so I'm definitely having a blast."

"That's great to hear. Sometimes I'd get the opposite answer so I'm relieved." He grins at you before eyeing the now empty glass in your hand. "So another glass of water or can I offer you something else?"

Before you can respond, a hand slides over the counter on your right, a card under its palm. The sudden voice makes you still in your seat, nerves buzzing as you turn to look at the stranger. "She'll have a red sangria."

The bartender raises a brow, skeptical before asking you, "Would you want that, Miss?"

Izana flashes you a boyish grin, his head tilted to the side and making his eyes twinkle as they trace your face in familiarity. He's waiting for your response, even cocking an eyebrow to urge you.

"Yeah, yeah that'd be nice." You hesitantly look back at the bartender to confirm your response with a slight nod of your head and a shaky smile. Without another word, the bartender works on your drink.

Your ex sits on the empty stool beside you, resting his head over his closed palm so he can admire you with a fond and cheeky smile present on his face. "How have you been? You're as pretty as ever."

Well shit.

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"Wait, you guys are here?" The loud voice sounds so indignant, making Senju and Yuzuha pull away from each other's lips, although quite hesitantly.

Squinting to be able to see more clearly, Senju frowns at the sight of his older brother and his friends gathered in front of their table. "Haru-nii, why are you here?"

"Can the both of you stop yelling?" Baji interrupts, pulling out a chair at the same table so he could sit, making Haruchiyo, Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya and Pah-chin to do the same. Their once empty and quiet table is now as rowdy (if not, more) as the other tables.

"You're just salty because your boyfriends left you out on their mini-vacation." Mikey snickers along with Haruchiyo and Pah-chin, annoying Baji at the mention of Chifuyu and Kazutora going on a cruise trip without him to punish him after forgetting to lock up the pet shop and almost losing two cats and three hamsters.

"Man, shut the hell up. I already apologized about it." Baji sounds so antagonized before downing an entire bottle of beer from the couple's bucket.

"Who're you with anyway?" This time, Draken asks as he looks around the club goers to spot any familiar faces and man, did he spot someone so intimately familiar. Is that really you with Mikey's fucking brother?

He doesn't hear Yuzuha's answer as he watches you giggle at whatever the silver head man just told you. He chuckles in disdain, scorning even more when Izana ruffles your hair and pinches your cheek as if you two were close. When did you even meet this guy?

"Why are all these people here?" Emma's voice stops his train of thoughts, she's looking at them with faux annoyance before plopping down on the seat next to her brother.

"Eh, I should be the one asking you that. You said you'd be at Shin-nii's place to help him with his date!" Mikey probes, flicking his sister on the forehead.

"Obviously I lied and you did too. You said you'd be with grandpa tonight!" The siblings continue to bicker while Draken remains mum in his seat, watching you and the nuisance beside you.

"Oh shit! Is that Izana?" Mitsuya asks, bewildered as he points towards your direction. "With—"

"Yeah, the four of us came here. I didn't know Izana-nii was back though…" Emma pouts. "He's even flirting with my friend! The jerk!"

"Should we call them over?" Pah-chin suggests.

Mitsuya and Mikey simultaneously look at Draken but the latter dismisses them. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Emma is a girl on a mission when she strides towards the unsuspecting figures of her victims. Placing a hand on your shoulder as well as Izana's, she leans between the both of you. "What is the meaning of this?"

You nearly jump out of your seat, if not for Emma holding you back with a cheeky grin. "You scared me!"

"Sorry!" She chirps before turning her attention towards the man beside her now, eyes squinted. "And you meanie! You didn't inform us you were back and then you're flirting with my girl?"

Her words seem to confuse you. She sounds very familiar with Izana so you look at the both of them in silence, watching their interaction.

Izana rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Hey… little sis!"

Little sis?

Emma just clicks her tongue before wrapping her hands around your arm as well as Izana's and then tugging the both of you towards the table where the others are. You almost stumbled on your feet at the sight of Draken but relents anyway as Emma continued to drag you with her.

"Here they are! You sit with me Izana-nii, explain yourself!" Emma pushes you lightly towards the unoccupied seat which so happens to be near Draken.

Great. Just what you needed.

You clear your throat, easing the awkwardness out of your system and refusing to look to your right where he's situated. "Wait, how come you guys know Izana?" You ask, confusion still clearly written on your face.

Mikey groans, hitting the white haired man on the shoulder. "He's our brother. It's kind of a complicated story but yeah, we're siblings."

Isn't it so funny? The world's so small even the person you decided to date is somehow still connected to the person you're trying to forget. "Right, of course."

"The real question though is how you know each other?" Draken addresses, clearly showing interest but you don't dare turn his way or else you might just combust and freak out.

This time, both you and the man in question stare at each other for a moment before he clears his throat. "We uhh, we dated."

You can't see him but you definitely feel the ominous aura from the man behind you, for what reason, you're baffled but it's not like he cares, right? It's been years since you broke up.

"When was this?" Baji asks, completely intrigued.

"In Canada, we dated for a year at least." Izana clarifies with an easy shrug before sending a playful wink your way.

"Ew. Someone, pass me the sick bucket!" Mikey jokingly hurls while the rest laugh at his anticsㅡ except for Draken.

It's so pathetic how your attention is still on him despite the presence of your friends and your other past lover but the hold he had on you— still has on you is too strong for you to pretend that it's not there.

"Come with me." Says Draken, a tight hand around your arm as he pulls you up to stand.

"What?" You ask in bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Everyone around the table stares at the both of you now, making you want to shrink.

"Ken—" You shake your head towards Mitsuya as you finally stand as well and let Draken lead you away from the table. You quickly turn your head, mouthing an I'll be okay before completely disappearing out of their sight.

"What was that about?" Izana asks, completely perturbed by just what happened, aiming to follow you but Mikey pulls him back down.

"She said she'll be okay. They'll come back later."

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The both of you are outside in the parking lot, awkwardly standing in front of each other though both your eyes don't dare to meet, too afraid to see what they might imply. In the years you've dated one another, spoken words didn't amount to how your eyes communicate.

"Why did you bring me out here?" You finally decide to address him, uncomfortably shivering in the chilly night. In your haste, you didn't get to bring your coat with you. Damn Draken.

"I…" The words in his throat get stuck as soon as he sees you— actually sees you in front of him. The way you have to tilt your head upwards to look at his face, your pretty lips in a small pout and your eyebrows furrowed, god, he wants to see your smile as much as he wants to see you cry.

"If you dragged me out here to fight, please spare me. I came here to have fun." You murmur, voice soft and timid as if you're afraid that you'll offend him. The years you spent building your confidence seem nothing now that you're facing the person behind your self-destruction.

"That's not— fuck. I miss you!" His longing words come out more aggressive than he had intended it to but you make him lose himself in the emotions swarming him.

It feels like a bucket of water has been splashed all over you as you take in his words, time seemingly slowing down agonizingly the longer you stare at him. "I don't have time for this." Yet you remain rooted in your place. For some reason, the way he's looking at you like you have half of his heart makes you want to stay and listen to what he's going to say next— like a fool. You know you shouldn't give him another opportunity to break your walls down yet here you are.

"I long for you every single day. I see you in everything around me— I… I still love you. So damn much." There, he said it. The one thing you've been wanting to hear since your relationship bursted at its seams… yet it doesn't do anything to lift the heavy feeling lodged in your chest. The elevation you expected to swarm you doesn't come and it's so disappointing because once upon a time, you needed him to say that.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Draken sounds so desperate and he knows it. He's almost ready to grovel at your feet if you so wish but he doesn't hear anything from you, it's like you're not there with him anymore. Absent, empty and void. He finds it so hard to breathe. "Please, say something. Say anything…please."

A heavy and shaky sigh is your response, biting at the quiver of your lower lip as if it would stop the impending hurt from overtaking. "If I say that I still do return your love, would it change anything? Answer me truthfully, Ken."

He's almost tempted to say yes but he knows the answer to that. He'd be fooling the both of you then because the remnants of what you had isn't really enough to fix what he's already destroyed.

You offer him a small smile but deep inside, you feel your insides twisting and your heart shrinking with what you're about to say. "We've grown older and apart, I'm sure you also had your own realizations as to what went wrong with us."

Draken nods his head in affirmation although his eyebrows are creased, finding it hard to read between the lines— is this acceptance or rejection?

"So I don't understand why you're saying all these things to me like you didn't learn anything from what happened," you purse your lips before adding, "I cherish what we had and I like how things are now. I choose to stay away from you because I don't want to keep putting all the blame on you. I don't want to end up hating you, Ken Ryuguji. Let's not do this."

He doesn't know what hurts more. The way you murmured his name with such tone, like there's a vast space between you— loud but meaningless because you're so far away or the fact that somehow, you still put him on a pedestal despite being an asshole to you. It's fucking with his mind and he wants to see the entire world burning with the lightmatch in his hand. After all, what's the world without you? What is he without you?

"Please keep your distance from me, Ken. I don't want to keep doing this. It's tiring." Such heavy words fall past your lips like they weigh nothing, but to Ken Ryuguji they were enough to break him. They were like knives piercing right through his very heart and as you take a step back and away from him, he doesn't follow you to ease the gaping hole it left in his chest as he watches you walk away again. This time, he's sure that you will never make the same mistake of turning back the wrong way— turning back to him because right there and then, he lets it happen. With a broken sob he's ever heard himself cry, he fully embraces the void as the last thing to remember you by. That moment, it occurred to him that emptiness will be his companion for a very long time, so it seems, but it's fine. At the very least, you still gave him one last gift.

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Omgomgomg i love viegin reader and takeomi!!! But can you do it with Draken? It's cool if youre not taking request though. But it was amazing!!!!

Wrecking ball

Warning : 18+, MINORS DNI. Angst + comfort+ Sex , Explicit Smut, pussy drunk! Draken, unprotected sex, virgin reader.

NOT PROOFREAD : sorry... It's 5am and I was sleepy lmao

The angst is kinda hurting at first but I promise it's beautiful to see Draken's shell breaking.

SYNOPSIS : Virgin! Reader x Ken Ryuguji

WC : I swear one day I'll count

That night was supposed to go well.

It should have been one, if not the best of your life. Everything was planned from A to Z, the excitement inside you was a mixture of anticipation, stress and happiness, your hopes were up high above the sky, that night would be the night, your night.

Unfortunately, the unexpected happens. Sometimes in the form of a sudden bad weather, a storm, a tragic accident...

Or sometimes the storm has jet hair and hazel eyes.

Comes in the shape of all your insecurities packed in one single soul, a smile engraved in a knife stirring an old unhealed wound whenever she would smirk at your boyfriend.

Once upon a time, you met him. That is, three words, they were enough to turn your whole existence upsidedown. He was enough to.

You never believed in knight in shining armor, but he was the armor. Strong big arms sculpted to fight quickly learned to protect you, to hold you gently in order not to break you. A cold eye glance sharpened to scare any living human being softened around you.

It took you long enough, you had to take it on you sometimes, to put up with his distant and uncaring facade at first, but it was all worth it since now, he only shows he cares when around you.

He only had eyes for you.

Or at least that was what you thought.

Because that was months and months of hard work that you saw stumbling down, the minute you saw her hugging him from behind.

Like a bucket of water thrown on a fresh painting you watched the colors fading rather quickly, staining a white immaculate floor under your shaking feet.

You wore your rose-colored glasses until the last minute before the dark jet haired girl stormed in, as well as you wore the baby pink see through lingerie under your sun dress, waiting for him to be done with his work so you two could finally go home.

And to think it all started because you wanted to make him happy, to show him how much you were willing to give him...

The girls that he used to live with, which by the way were absolutely adorable with you, made it their own business to teach you how to please him, to find the ultimate perfect set of lingerie that would drive him crazy, and though you were slightly uncomfortable with it at first, that day passed by like a daydream only for you to wake up to the sound of the rose-colored glasses shattering, later.

She was one of his client's sister, you have been with Draken and Inupi the first day she came along with her brother when his motorcycle broke down in a ride they both were in. Even though she gave you the most sugar coated smile, you didn't missed the red on her cheeks when she talked to Draken, beside having no business with him since it was her brother's engine.

Like any good girlfriend, you just ignored it. You were used to it by now, it wasn't the first time your boyfriend attracted stares, but that didn't mean you had to lose your mind about it. In the end, no matter how many eyes were on him, his was on you.

The repairs of the motorcycle have been dragging on. You hadn't been there every time they came and strangely enough, you didn't see them anymore every time you came to D&D motors. You weren't so naive as to think that they didn't come anymore since their bike was still there, and you had heard from Inupi once that after a while her brother had stopped coming and that now it was only her who came to ask about the bike.

You watched through a cold stone facade as she stormed in the store, and made her presence known by hugging Draken from the back. You clearly saw as he stiffened, his gaze met yours for a split second before he peered behind him and pulled away quietly from her, starting to talk about the bike being almost finished.

Bitch didn't even paid attention to me, you had thought.

Usually it was you who kept the conversation going on the way to where his bike is parked, or from the parking lot downstairs to your apartment, he would just listen to you, get lost in admiring your face and respond in kind. Only this time there was something strange in the words you barely dared to utter, something different in the way your arms wrapped around him as he drove, an unattainable distance in your gaze the two or three times it met his.

As clueless as one could be, you were one of the very few people Draken cared about. He just wasn't comfortable with the idea that something way too big was going on inside your head, and he naturally started asking you what was wrong.

After many, many times when you dryly mumbled that you were just tired, you finally let it out.

-" She's so obvious, it's so embarrassing " you had scoffed, standing next to the kitchen counter while he was sitting at the table. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your back, piercing louder than any words you would die before getting. That was the main reason why you chose to hide the monotony behind a light laughter, he was so dense.

You gripped the kitchen counter harder, turning your back to him. You suffered silently, your soul was crying out, heart bleeding, the anxiety eating at your brain like a scavenger pecking at its meal. You loathed feeling the jealousy infecting your cells and fiber, rotting each tissue insidiously, a cancerization of your guts because it was not you, this woman with a heart envious of another woman. And the fact that it was the person who was supposed to give you butterflies in your stomach that caused it was execrable.

The stillness that lies between the two of you had kept you up at many nights, the silence screaming for so much more. You had fought with body and soul, ripped the skin off every bone and gave it all wrapped in soft gestures and everlasting smiles.

All for him to open up, he did, you really thought he did, but all those times deep inside you knew you were only getting fragments of him.

Fragments, breaks that only hurt you, and yet you kept holding on them with bare hands, watching the blood dripping and telling yourself it was okay.

It was okay, love is red.

No way in this world or another that you could have kept doing it now, those unspoken words flying around you gathered around your neck and started tightening, a rope of letters suffocating you.

-" Does she know we're together ?" You inquired, still turning your back at him.

He was not as clueless as you thought he was, he could feel the lack of joy in your voice, the lack of you.

Unexpectedly, he had a knot in his throat when he heard your fake laugh that you used to hide your pain. He could not help but act like an absolute moron, it was just that his barriers were too strong, the walls he built to not try again, to not have his life wrecked again with the loss, he would have wished to be courageous enough to let go for you.

-" why would she ? She's just a client ".

Your eyebrows arched and you pursed your lips in a smile, nodding gently.

-" Oh... Okay, I see. "

You loved him, you fell for him, but no matter how hard you tried, the shell was always stronger than your bare hands. Lately your heart have been breaking so much you have been crying in your pillow and wishing you wouldn't feel anything, it would appear exaggerated for anyone maybe, but being so close yet so far to the person you love leaves nothing in you, it cuts and leaves scars until you are dead inside.

His knuckles turned white, he gripped the table harder and tried to push himself on his feet, to get to you and reassure you, not leave you insecure, alone, and loveless. Why was it that hard ? Why was he sitting there and watching as he blew the best thing that happened to him so far?

-" Do you know what's killing me ?"

Unmoved. Stone cold, your tone has been. Void, your voice has been, head lowered while looking at the marble, he swallowed his anger toward himself, and winced when the words escaped his mouth because it was not what he meant.

-" c'mon, stop being dramati-"

He was cut off by the sound of glass shattering, Draken straightened and pushed back his chair, startled by the sound and looking for its source, only when you turned toward him that he saw the shards of glass embedded in your hand, his heart began to clench in his chest as he watched your blood run down the floor and over the counter against which you smashed the glass.

He frowned and stood up, taken aback. That was not you. You never got this angry, and if you did, you never went that far.

It is all you, your fault, his conscience blamed.

-" The hell-"

-" Do you know what is killing me ?" You insisted, and let go the counter to make few steps toward him, he lifted his chin and peered at your face, a frown in his, as he silently asked you to continue.

-" I don't care about what you do, understood long ago that I would die before getting a reaction from you. "

A stabbing pain in his chest, he fisted his hands on his sides and took the first wave of hurt, he deserved it, but hearing that " I don't care " was excruciating.

No, you care. Please, care.

-" But what's killing me " you whispered, and it was the second stab of the night for him, how your voice weakened contrasting with the absorbing void in your eyes. Your eyes once upon a time full of stars when you looked at him.

-" Infront of me ! How is it possible that this happened in front of my eyes ?"

-" I wasn't the one-"

-" you didn't put her back in her place. " You argued. " Did it even occur to you that you were hurting me too ? "

As someone who repairs bikes, mostly for people who had accidents, Draken always wondered what if felt to be propelled out of a motorcycle travelling at a hundred kilometers an hour. Yet he never asked for it, there he was, in the middle of a kitchen, he was hurting, he was bleeding, injured and damaged, and he felt that pain of being propelled out of something traveling way too fast for him.

You have been a whole rollercoaster, from the first minute his gaze met yours to that one precise minute. The dopamine of long night too fast rides with his old friends, the adrenalin of gang fights, you have been all that. You swept him off his feet, been the rest he needed after Emma, the noise to silence the mess inside his head. You came in a random afternoon, and have been a game changer, showed him what a heart can do besides pumping blood, you gave your all to him.

Little did he knew you have been planning to give him the last remaining piece of you before all of this happened.

He was sure you have never tried this hard in love. Stormed in like a wrecking ball and tried to break his walls only for him to be the one who wrecked you.

He felt dirty, unworthy, miserable, he bit the hand that fed him, he didn't deserve you.

And there he was, silent again. You scoffed, what were you waiting for, again ? All he ever gave was " it's nothing" and " I'm fine ", you had to steal the words out of his mouth, to learn how to deduce his feelings by his body gestures, too much hard work, and for what again ? To be speaking to a wall, too much for love, you were dead inside.

-" Let's end this. "

You tried passing by him only for his hand to fly to your wrist and catch you, on a fight or flight, he pulled you back infront of him, frowning.

He struggled to believe the words he had just heard were true. Please don't be true.

He felt the ground give way under his feet and his heart drop in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, he exclaimed.

-" End-wait, shit ! Ya serious ?" You raised your eyebrows at him, he tightened his grip around your wrist when you tried to pull away. " D'ya need to go this far ? For a random bitch ? You know she ain't shit, I wasn't even the one-"

-" This far ?" You inquired. What stunned him was that your voice never rose, your tone was ice cold yet your eyes on him were burning him alive, god, even in through the worst, you were exactly what he needed, the calm to his storm and the fire to his ice.

-" It's not only about her. Not only you let her disrespect me that way, we ain't going anywhere, ken. You're barely giving me any crumbs of you, and I'm tired of trying when you're obviously not interested enough to try. "

No, you were wrong.

What you two had was not going no where, it was going far, it already did. It went as far as making him think about you as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, and again at night before drifting back to sleep, seeing your face in every stranger, and missing your noisy laughter that he always asked you to lower.

-" I do am interested !" He argued, anger insidiously seeping through his pores, you tiredly wrinkled your eyelids, tilted your head to the side.

-" Oh really ?"

-" Yes really, c'mon, let's talk about this-" he tried to stop you again as you passed by him, yet you stopped by yourself and stiffened, turning toward him suddenly with your hair almost hitting his face.

-" Oh you wanna talk now ? " You exclaimed in a dry laughter, he sighed loudly and closed his eyes for a second as you looked away, you hated sounding so dramatic, but again, you have been suppressing months and months of unspoken words, this was the last straw.

-" You needed me to end it, to leave you to talk ?"

Leave you.

Another stab in the heart and he stopped counting, a dry laughter escaped his mouth while he ran a hand through his hair. He rarely felt this angry around you, and he rarely felt this hurt, the last time was probably since Emma, and that was when he figured out.

This hurt way too much, the thought of you leaving was one of the scariest things he ever saw, it was too strong, only one thing, one damn feeling could do this.

What a shame he needed this to figure it out.

-" So you're leaving ? "

You saw them standing again, tall and impressive, those guards you have been fighting.

You only wanted him to let you in, in the end you didn't win.

Though you could hear the hurt in his voice, his expression turned impassive as always and you hated that even in such a moment when everything was about to fall down, he still thought about his damn walls when your heart was literally bleeding inside your chest.

-" you never trusted anyone to stay anyway " you shrugged, feeling the tears starting to gather in your eyes while he dryly laughed, looked away from you and licked his lip.

-" Yeah ? Well, I thought you'd be the exception."

Please be the exception.

-" did you even treated me like one ?" Your voice slightly broke, before you cleared it. "what i mean is, i’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it’s over, this is over"

A dead flower. A lost cause, undeserving, you ended up figuring out yourself. Yet another stab.

-" You never talk, I don't even know who you are, what you like, what you hate, what you fear-"

-" This. " He cut you off, turning around to face the kitchen door. " That's what I feared the most, this damn moment. The transition between having everything and having nothing but regret. "

Your heart ached for him, you knew he had lost, he never talked about it but he had that look in his eyes, the one you have when you went through hell and back.

He talked for the last time.

-" But yeah, go. Leave like everyone else. "

Please don't let me go.

You took the fall, watching as he angrily stormed out of the kitchen to the living room, grabbing his jacket and making his way toward the front door.

The door handle felt wrong in his hand, that was not what he should be holding.

And he heard you sighing, he heard his heart breaking.

His frown relaxed.

He always wondered, what would have happened if he confessed to Emma before... ?

And now that life has given him a second chance to be happy, a gift from the heavens, he was walking away, ending it.

She wanted it.

But she tried. he reminded himself. I didn't.

Too stuck in his own head and feelings to even think that you might be hurting, confused and lost. He didn't deserve you.

But he got you anyway, was it too late ?

You still were breathing, you still were there.

And he figured out better than anyone how life could be a gift, such a fragile one.

His hand slowly, dropped to his sides, leaving the door handle.

You have been the light to his darkness, gave him your time , love and care.

He turned around, head still lowered and buzzing, dropped his jacket back on the couch.

The best thing he had so far, and he was ruining it, leaving it, for someone else to take it, his chest hurt.

Your eyes widened when you heard his steps approaching, you quickly wiped away the few tears that escaped your eyes before looking away when he came back, avoiding his gaze. You startled when his hand found your injured one, tried to pull it away only for him to stop you.

-" I'll fix it".

His voice was stern, you looked at his face and your heart missed a beat when you caught him looking straight in your eyes, you swallowed thickly and answered.

-" I can do it myself, you were about to-"

-" I said. I'll fix it. ".

This tone, you knew it too damn good. It was the one he never used with you, the one he took with an annoying client, with someone that would let his eyes linger way too long on you outside, it was the one you should take seriously. He didn't left you much choice anyway, he was already dragging you toward the bathroom, where once there, he let you sit on the vanity while he grabbed the first aid kit.

You swallowed a thick amount of air when he came back to you, and his cologne invaded your nostrils. He ignored the tingling sensation he felt under your gaze and took your hand in his, starting to examine the wound. It was not a big deal, yet there was glass embedded in your skin that had to be removed, he knew it would hurt.

Once again, you were hurting because of him. He didn't deserve you.

His hand reached for the Aid kit that he placed next to you and grabbed a tweezer that he cleaned with some alcohol before coming back to your hand.

Not even in his delinquent era has he tried to take care of his own wounds, but it was you... He could change for you, he would.

Your hand showed a slight resistance when he approached the tweezer from it, Draken looked up at your face so close to his, getting lost in your glossy eyes and wet eyelashes, you had cried. He made you cry, you hated to cry. And you still were the prettiest for his eyes.

-" let me take care of things for once, yeah ?"

You shrugged, giving him the silent treatment and let your eyes fall to your hand, he sighed and went to start removing the shards, one by one, stopping from time to time to slightly take a look at your face to see if it was too painful before resuming.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, he began wrapping a bandage around your hand, and the soothing silence around you encouraged him to speak.

-" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

Your heart started racing faster, you focused on his face, that was focused on your hand instead, truth is he was too embarrassed to even say it to your face. He was getting inside the field of his insecurities, opening up, and he wanted to get used to that idea before facing your whole world of eyes.

-" you bring the best out of me but i’m the worst for you."

It hurt to admit, yet it was the truth. You have been the light, the new era, you were like coming out for fresh air for him, a whole storm of smiles, laughters and ridiculous fights you never stood a chance against his tall and muscular body, a true tease. And he had put you in so much pain that you ended up hurting yourself tonight, he didn't deserve you.

And it made him angry, made him grip your hand tighter because he had wished and he would have gave his soul away not to feel that way, it was like an illness, feeling the pain but not being able to control anything.

He wished he was enough.

-" the world just... feels right. when you're with me."

Those words could have seemed not enough for anyone else, however you knew how much it was taking him from how tight he was holding your hand. Your other one reached for his chin, you lifted his head until his gaze met yours, and you got lost into his eyes where there was so much emotions passing by, for once.

-" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

He didn't deserve you.

Even after everything, you still pulled something like that. Were you truly a gift or a just a sweet torture to remind him of something he would never be able to keep ?

Under pressure, that is how he felt. Because he knew he wasn't good enough, and he knew he would ruin it, if not tonight, probably soon, he wanted to try, to move heaven and earth for it, still...

-" I'm afraid that I'mma fuck it up, fuck you up. "

-" then don't" you frowned, he scoffed.

-" Easier said than done. "

-" Why is it ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were, damaged, on the verge of crying, hurt, and still so pure , so perfect.

He wished he would have been enough... but he knew he would never be.

And there he was again, mistake after mistake, again. He punched the counter under you in an adrenalin rush, pulling his hair back when he caught sight of how you suppressed a startle.

You were so strong, much stronger than him. Strong in your own fragility, trying to cope with his shit in order not to make him feel bad.

You were too perfect for this world, even.

-" 'cause I'm a fucking coward. " He locked eyes with yours that made his guts stir. " cause you're there, with every breath I take and in every damn face I see. And I'm freaking scared of how deep I'm in love "

Fortunately, you were sitting on the sink, because if you were not, God knows how hard your knees would have hit the ground. For his words had knocked you off of your feet, making your heart beat even louder.

I'm in love, your eyes widened, his remained still, and glued to yours. Now that he said it, there was no coming back, and though your silence was frightening, the words allowed him to breathe better when they left his throat.

As for you, you struggled to believe you heard him well. Draken, Ken Ryuguji, the one you never even expected to tell you he appreciated you told you he loved you, no he had no right to move your world upsidedown this way.

-" are you saying this because I was leaving... ?" You inquired, In disbelief, he frowned and held your hand in his.

-" No, shit, no. I'll do something about that, I'll beg you, I am begging you, don't give up on me. Don't give up on us".

He hesitated, but staring through your softened eyes, he finally found the guts in him to slip between your legs, wrap his hands around your waist, and his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your perfume and sighed, it smelled like home, the one he never had, the one he never knew. It smelled good, comfortable, and it was the place he would want to come back every night after work .

-" stop pushing everyone away, Ken. Especially me. " Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it as he breathed you in, you felt him nodding against your skin.

-" I will. " He pulled his head back to look at your face, your hand fell on his cheek, and he leaned in your touch. " I'd bleed my fucking heart out for you. Just... Don't go, I won't overcome it this time. Not you...".

He was not used to talk that much, neither to beg. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if it was enough, if you still were thinking about leaving or not, he couldn't help but tell himself he needed to add something, just in case you weren't convinced.

-" anything but not you... "

He was nothing more than a homeless heart, and you finally gave him his rest. Too overwhelmed to even speak, you leaned towards him and took his lips in yours, he had immediately kissed you back. This kiss was nothing like the ones you used to share, it was not a first one, but a real one, full of emotions, filled with all the unspoken words between you, with promises of love and attention.

When he tried to pull away, your hands found his collar to pull him back to you, deepening the kiss. The way your tongue slipped between his lips says it all, the moan he let out in your mouth said it all, about the tornado that assaulted him while moving his lips against yours.

Hands around your sides slide down your thighs, under your sundress slowly caressing the skin and feeling its softness, he felt lucky to even be able to touch you after how he acted toward you.

He felt himself stiffening, though, the minute you kind of jumped from the sink to wrap your bare thighs around his hips and your hands behind his neck, his hands supported your weight while still kissing you, thumbs rubbing circles over the plush of your thighs.

-" Babe- Babe " he panted between two kisses, pulling you slightly away to look at your bright eyes, heart crushing from how pretty you looked. " Some more and I can't stop, please, I can't".

He felt even dirtier, you two barely finished arguing and his thoughts already were spinning around you and your body pressed against his.

Not that it hasn't been nights that he started thinking about it... Lonely nights in his bed, wondering how good your body would look under him, wondering just how you looked like under those enticing clothes of yours, imagining that mouth that you never stopped running, closing around him... Only when the thoughts would start getting overwhelming, he would free himself from his underwear and start stroking himself, imagining your face, your hands, your cunt...

You two never made it past hot kisses and some wandering hands here and there, and he never asked for more. You were young, it has been only months since you were seeing each other, and he would give you enough time to start wanting it by yourself, he would never rush you.

But, he was just a man, and feeling your crotch rubbing against his in that position, feeling your chest against his and seeing them poking out from your sundress' cleavage as you two were pressed against each other, devouring your mouths... He had to stop before you could notice his hard-on and make a fool of himself.

- " and who told you to stop ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, his eyes widened and his grip around your thighs tightened. Were you just aware of what you were implying? God, your doe-like eyes on him were making his pants tighter.

-" Take me, Ken. " You added, he felt the rug pulled beneath his feet. His heart started racing faster, your words, your eyes, your lips, a wildfire spreading through his body.

-" No. We're not using reconciliation sex, it's unhealthy- fuck !"

He groaned as you rode his hard-on, pulling yourself up and down by your hands on his shoulders, he gripped your thighs harder to steady you, feeling so full and heavy because of your sudden gesture.

-" 'm begging you to take me, Ken. " Your voice came up as a whine, and if this was not enough to make him moan, the second time you rode him definitely was.

-" you don't have to do this to make things better, I don't want you to think-"

-" No. I don't want you to think. " You stopped him, fierce gaze on him burning him to ashes. " I've been willing to give myself to you since days... I want you to fuck me, Ken."

-" Goddamn..." It was his turn to buckle his hips against you, pulling out a shaky breath from you and him as well.

The heat dyed clementine and twilight over your cheeks, and it seemed as if everytime you blinked, a new flower bloomed, and a whole full starry night shone through your eyes. You were art, raw, painful, and just like art was supposed to do, you were making him feel.

-" C'mon, am I really that bad ?" You joked in a nervous laugh, he frowned, pulled you even closer, how could you believe something like that when he wasn't even able to take his eyes off of you ?

-" No. I am. "

His voice was now a whisper, because the air pressure was already deafening enough.

The barometric pressure increased as if you were going underground, while the air began to run out as if you were going up in altitude.

You gravitate towards each other, like two planets without ever touching, and fighting against this invisible force that attracted you to each other started to be a hard task.

But after a while, when the force of gravity increased too much and the distance between the two planets shrank.

Collapse was inevitable.

Urges in his body, urges that was full of you, craving to possess every letter of your name, so he said " fuck it all" and finally broke the chains that kept you from crossing that line between you two.

He suddenly leaned and kissed your lips, and you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he accepted, so much that you didn't even noticed he was already making his way to your bedroom, opened the door and closed it behind the two of you.

And there you were, laying on the bed, somehow your dress found itself on the floor, he was amazed by the raw poem you were.

He understood what you meant saying I was willing to give myself to you, now. You knew that baby pink was the color he liked the most on you, thus, the baby pink lingerie set. But did you knew what the sight of your breasts inside that bandeau embroidered bra did to him ? Did you knew the matching embroidered and cut out knickers had his cock dripping precum on his pants like a fucking teenager in heat ?

-" That's... Too damn hot. You drive me insane ".

You bit your lower lip and smiled, pulling him by the collar into a kiss as his knees sunk on each side of the mattress. You felt butterflies in your stomach when his hands came to meet your hips, bringing you closer to him.

His fingers dug into your skin, yours gripped his shirt which you pulled over his head, revealing his muscular torso, and you ran your hand over his left pectoral, where you felt his heart pump at a frantic pace. His skin was hot, almost burning, but you wanted to burn even more, to feel it even more.

-" If you ever want to stop, at any moment-"

-" I will tell you " you promised, he leaned in to give you another kiss on your lips, you smiled in that one and pulled away. " It's not like you scare me or anything, after all ".

The corners of his mouth tug in a smirk, his eyebrows raised, you nodded again, smiling.

-" Don't let your mouth get you into something that little pussy can't handle".

His horse voice send butterflies to your belly, without breaking the eye contact, he lowered himself to lick a stripe along your neck, the feeling making you shiver to the spine and pull him closer to you.

-" you have no idea what this pussy can handle ".

-" Hm, then what about you show daddy what his baby girl's pussy can handle ?"

You startled as his hands started sliding your panties down, the cold air hitting against your intimate parts and making you shiver, his eyes drank on the sight and he licked his lips, then peered back at your face.

-" I... You, I mean-"

Draken snorted and switched both your positions, therefore you found yourself now on top of him, as he lied down on the mattress.

-" C'mon, don't be shy now. C'mere and sit on my face ".

You were the most adorable, when your eyes widened, your lips parted from surprise, and that know-it-all expression faltered.

-" sit on your what ?"

Draken's frowned, then quickly, his mind registered everything and his eyes widened, his hands gripped your bare ass tighter, making you whimper.

-" Damn, seriously ?" A virgin, untouched beauty, his to claim, to take, you indeed gave him all of you. " Oh fuck, You're killing me"

His big hands directed you toward his face, ignoring your protests and pressed you against it, he let you fidget as much as you wanted, he was too busy inhaling your natural scent to even care.

-" Hey you " he smirked and brushed his nose against your clit, you immediately cursed and gripped his hair, starting to feel your cunt heating.

His calloused fingertips as a paintbrush traced every curve of your body, like an artist painting his best creation, hands gripping onto you like a musician gripping his guitare, while you orchestrated the softest sounds that could sing their way through your voice into his ears.

You were already dripping for him when he came to collect his due, goosebumps like braille as he swallowed your clit and made your eyes roll from pleasure. He alternates by teasing your folds, making vertical back and forth on it with his tongue until he curled that one inside of you and you let out a scream.

-" Can't believe " he mumbled against your insides, you moaned even more because of his voice vibrating through you. " This tight, this wet, and jus' f'me ".

-" Only you " you nodded fervently, eyes rolling back as he kept making orchestral manoeuvres. Your ashen skin glistens, moonlit and each curve of you like dunes led his parched lips to your oasis, where flowers blossoms and your sweet nectar flowed to quench his thirst.

Your taste, scent, view on top of him, soft thighs skin against his fingers, everything was too overwhelming, too good, he could have came untouched just because of it. Supporting your body on his face with one hand, the other flew to his underwear where he stroke his member two or three times, groaning while fucking his hand.

Feeling your high close, you whined and started moving yourself shyly against his face, his hand left his crotch to help you with it.

-" t's okay,m'pretty girl can ride my face 'til she's dripping cum ".

You didn't even needed more than Draken's deep voice, you started getting off against his mouth, quickly reaching your high and crying out on top of him, creaming in his mouth, he didn't let a single drop go to waste.

And you barely had enough time to come down from your first high that he already had you pinned against the mattress again, on top of you,and started playing with your tits after undoing your bra. He worshipped your body like he never did with anything else, you were too good, too pretty, you deserved way more than the attention he was giving to your chest.

-" Ken... 's a lot, need you inside " you breathed loudly, rubbing your thighs together and that meer sight made his cock twitch between his legs. He leaned to place a kiss on your lips, at the same time his hands parted your legs open, making a space for himself between them and lining his tip with your entrance.

He rubbed his leaking tip against your folds, you clenched around nothing making him moan your name while grabbing your hips.

It was slowly turning him crazy, how huge he was and how tight you were.

-" felt that, pretty girl ? No one but you can make daddy feel this way ".

You were too eager to even answer, he understood it, and soon, he couldn't wait no longer, started pushing himself inside you.

And God were you tight, God did he felt loved, being hugged that way.

-" Damn. This. I wanna die inside this pussy "

But he had to control himself, and he started peppering kisses all over your face, chest, and neck while you clung on his shoulders and breathed heavily. The sensation was not really painful, it was just kind of uncomfortable, and it tingled.

-" Did that hurt, love ? Want daddy to make ya feel better ?" Concern was audible through his deep contained voice, he was containing himself for you. You nodded, and his thumb flew to your clit, starting to draw circles over it which eventually made the stretch easier to take.

-" Shhhh, that's it, relax. M'baby is in safe hands ".

And you felt it, as strong as he was, you knew he was strong for you and not against you.

Draken found that sight addictive, the contrast, your soft skin against his rough one, your small body caged between his big arms and under his giant body, so cute, he couldn't help but think, staring at your half-lidded eyes and swollen lips letting out whimpers of pleasure.

-" Move, I got this... Handled"

He scoffed, because even in your most vulnerable state, you tried being cocky. You were really made to be loved by him.

The tingling sensation started to fade away, therefore he started pushing himself deeper and pulling out slowly, moaning in unison with you. He couldn't believe, he was making one with you, finally, after all the doubts and the insecurities, you let him inside your most private parts.

-" Goddamn, you feel amazing ". He praised, you furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip, begining to move yourself against him as well, the building up pleasure was exquisite.

-" Can my pretty girl take all of me ? Yeah, you can and you will ".

He placed your legs on his shoulders suddenly, begining to push even deeper until reaching a point that had you rolling your eyes and clenching around him, which in his turn got him panting heavily.

-" Fuck, look how good you take it ... "

And you saw it, you finally caught the hidden part of Ken Ryuguji.

With every thrust, he was introducing you to his spirit animal; unreserved and untamed. He was showing you his most basic instincts, those who don't care who could hear your moans and his growls. He was being himself around you, unfiltered and off leash.

Yes, he was simply answering nature's call.

The finish was sublime.

Watching you as you rumbled, shaking to your bones, he felt strangled by the constriction of your vagina around him, and the exquisite pain that his pulsating member caused inside you. Your image thus, below him and completely hypnotized by your sensations only accelerated his arrival.

He looked intensely at you, while you were releasing your nectar for the second time that night, holding into his arms like you were afraid to levitate if you did not.

Few thrusts after, he came with a strained groan, as he filled you with his poison and heat spread between your legs, fully satisfied and nearly flying from the addictive sensation of being inside of you.

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and your arms surrounded him while your hands came to caress his hair, hugging each other out of the world. And for once, the silence wasn't heavy, incomplete. It was comfortable, pleasant, he was breathing you in, you were embracing him.

-" I meant it " he started, earning a curious look from you as you two came slowly down from your high. " When I said I'd bleed my heart out for you, I will. Now I'm about t'give ya my all, so don't you dare letting me down. "

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

Anyway, guys, about your REQUESTS, do not worry, I'm working on each one of them and I'm not forgetting any, I'll do my best to finish them as soon as possible <3

Honestly ? Idk why I have to make a plot out of everything, I could just have made a smut, but... It was too tempting.

Credit @yuannaoi on Instagram, take a look at her art she's stunning!

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southside-otaku · 1 year

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A Game of Fate headcanons

Hades! Draken x Persephone! Reader (fem)

*This is sorta based off of the book A Game of Fate by Scarlett St. Clair because I’m currently reading it. I’m a sucker for mythology and romance haha lmk if y’all want more of these I’m only on chapter 7 so I’ll probably be able to get into this more as I read on! Also this was written with a poc in mind however it can be read as anyone honestly <3

- They never knew there could be such a hunger for another being until they laid eyes upon each other

- Y/n with wild tresses long & soft, not unruly but more of a put together mess

- Draken clad in black sole for a red tie, eyes peering into the soul of a woman he has yet to have the pleasure of knowing

- Hades! Draken who never knew of love but knew he would move mountains-no-countries for y/n

- The Fates knowing what they’ve done to this beast of a man, giving him a destiny so hard to obtain

- Hades! Draken being taken aback by the sole strength of Persephone! Y/n when her eyes held back a wild untamable strength of the goddess she truly was.

- Persephone! Y/n believing no male could restrain her but realizing she wanted to BE in the confines of one’s arms

- Hades! Draken and Persephone! Y/n realizing that they could no longer hold back from one another

- Hades! Draken believing himself to be too controlling and does not want to take his lovers freedom away, not seeing that he was not whom others saw him to be

- Hades! Draken hoping his bloodlust never shows itself in front of your eyes

BONUS!

- Thanatos! Mitsuya & Hecate! Emma being the best support in the underworld and the ones Hades! Draken comes to for advice

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buccini555 · 2 years

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 “𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖!”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 . 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐 . 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟑

He would be very confused at the time because he didn't expect to hear this from you, but, he responds to your speech giving you a tight and long hug, even though he is still surprised he laughs and says that he loves you too.

He is surprised, but then he smiles and says he already knew but he was just waiting for you to have the courage to confess your feelings for him.

He is totally confused and at the same time he is very happy, he hugs you and starts crying with emotion because he waited a long time to believe that you had returned his feelings. He tells you that he also loves you and will do everything to protect you and make you very happy.

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heavenlyakin · 9 months

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Ken Ryuguji x Reader

Minors DNI

barely edited so be nice to me. here’s some short vignettes of some draken content (angst) that’s been in my head but I can’t manage to put together a whole fic. It’s inspired by “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman.

cw: unrequited love, implied emotional cheating, implied family issues.

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His first touch felt like warm water rushing over your skin, spreading and soaking you to your core. It was everything you ever needed to feel with someone else. His arm heavy around your shoulders, his grin mesmerizing. The wind blowing your hair everywhere seemed to disappear as you looked into his eyes and felt safe for the first time in years.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked, his voice as beautiful as the song on the radio.

“Anywhere,” you answered truly meaning it. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth.

—

The apartment was nothing to brag about but it was yours and his. Finally a home to calm your own and with the one you loved. It’d been talked about for a little over a year, something you both wanted. You’re saved every penny you could to afford the deposit and first months rent, now you just prayed you’d be able to keep it.

“What’s wrong, love?” Ken asks, picking up immediately on the stress you’re putting on yourself.

“Oh nothing, just wondering how we’ll afford this place.” You laugh, rolling your shoulders back to loosen the tightness that has built up over the last hour or so of worrying.

“We’ll manage it,” he kisses the top of your head, his fingers tangling in yours and pulling you closer. “We always do.”

—

“Just fix it, please! We need you!” Your sisters voice, cracking as she talks, continues to beg you.

“I just don’t understand what I can do from here, I’m so sorry.” You hang up before the guilt eats you alive.

“——-,” your name from Ken’s lips drags your attention away from your cell phone. Fuck, it’s 3 a.m.

You wipe your eyes and sniffle before turning to look at him. “I’m sorry I woke you up, it’s just… my sister. She called again. I’m scared for her,” you tell him.

He sits up, pulling you to his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay. You can’t save everyone, baby.”

—

Your eyes itch as you start to unlock the door to your apartment. You hear laughing as it opens and notice a group of guys and one blonde girl sitting on your couch. Your eyes narrow to see who everyone is but you give up. After picking up a double at work, you really can’t be bothered to scold him for having people over before asking you if it would be okay.

“Hey!” Mikey’s familiar voice greets you as you make int through the kitchen and into the living room.

“Hi,” softly you answer. “Ken, can I chat with you for a second?”

—

Not much has changed. Your sister is still calling you even though you’re halfway around the world and Ken can’t keep a job. You’ve been promoted at least and can take care of everything but it’s wearing on you.

As you’re thinking about him, he stumbles in the apartment, laughing as he picks his keys off the floor. You don’t react, just turning your tv show’s volume up a few notches. He ignores you, going straight to your bedroom and you turn the volume back down.

Your eyes well up, the smell of alcohol and perfume wafting in the apartment now. You don’t have the energy to ask where he’s been, honestly some small part of you is beginning to not care. You just can’t find it in you to ask him to leave yet.

#ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji angst #Ken ryuuguji angst #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokyo rev angst

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mikeysoh · 2 years

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i like you; ryuguji ken

warnings: unrequited love, angst.

“i like you.”

those were the words you uttered to the man standing in front of you. you waited for a response, and couldn’t help but get the smallest amount of hope when his mouth began to open.

“i’m sorry,” his voice was filled with pity. you already knew something upsetting was about to come out of his mouth, “but i like emma.”

your heart shattered, though you wouldn’t let him see. you plastered a smile on your face, seeming to show as if his admiration for emma didn’t bother you, which it did.

“it’s ok, it’s just a crush, it’ll go away eventually.”

draken smiled in relief, he didn’t want to have the burden of knowing you like him whilst he likes emma, it would make him feel bad. with those words shared, you parted ways. although as time went by, those feelings never went away, like how you wanted them to.

your heart would flutter at any little mention of him, and whenever you thought of him a feeling of peace would wash over you. though that sensation would quickly pass when you reminded yourself that he didn’t like you, he liked emma.

you couldn’t be mad at him for it, nor you could emma. emma was beautiful, and was able to catch anyone's eye with something as simple as a smile. yet some part of you yearned to be her, to have draken like you, whether you knew or not.

often your mind would do a thing of its own, where it would imagine draken liking you instead of emma. though you knew that was false reality, and you had to accept he didn’t see you as he saw her. but was it that bad to be just a little selfish? to want him all for yourself, was it really that bad?

most would respond no, being a bit selfish isn’t that bad, though you knew you shouldn't feel that way. it wouldn't change the difference of how draken viewed both you and emma.

it crushed your heart seeing how much happier he seemed around her, something you didn’t pick up before. you could see how he smiled more often, and how he laughed more. it was a shame seeing how she didn’t catch on to his now obvious feelings.

you needed to move on, at times you would even go as far as to admire others on their looks, flaws, personality and more. though your heart couldn’t let go of the blonde haired man you took a liking to.

you had no plans on telling draken how you still admired him, much more than the first time you told him. he thought you had moved on already, and you yourself shrugged it off as a crush, simply saying it will go away.

though there were times where you contemplated whether you should or shouldn’t tell him. although you never did because you knew how captivated he was by her. you could see the look on his face when he was with her, and he never looked that way at you.

so here you were, with the two of them once again, admiring his beauty in silence, not listening to a word he was saying. a thought of telling him you still liked him, maybe even loved, came to your head again, though you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. you wouldn’t tell him.

because although it hurt to see him not looking at you, that was ok, because he looked happy. as long as he was happy, you were happy.

〜∼word count: 600+ words

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neesieiumz · 2 years

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.chapter18

written part:

“She has reasons for that--”

“Reasons my ass! She just doesn't want to take responsibility for what she did to you! How she pushed you to leave her in the first place! She’s throwing the fact that she gave birth to Ryoko in your face! Who even says there’s some guy out there stalking her!?”

“Emma.”

The voice was cold, but familiar. The two former-exes looked over to the blonde man who sat beside them. Mikey’s usual messy hair was pulled back into a bun, pinned back perfectly in custody of Emma.

“Until we received information otherwise, there is nothing but her word and I’d rather not be responsible for something happening to her. That’s the only reason why I convinced PR to let the relationship happen once again.”

Emma nodded her head, tentatively I might add, turning towards her food and taking a bite. Mikey then turned to Draken, who for the first time ever, looked nervous to be under his gaze.

“Draken… because we’ve known each other for so long, you were here when I first started Toman, you are the first model I signed… you know EVERYTHING about me, as I do you. Right?”

Draken nodded his head, not saying a word.

“Mitsuki is not a good person. At least not to you. She was horrible in your relationship, you know this right?”

Draken nodded his head to this again.

“I know you want to help her, but I hold the line at your career, the future of Toman relies upon you and everyone else. If she keeps phishing like this, I’m not gonna be able to hold Emma back.”

“Who keeps pushing like this?”

My plate landed right beside Draken, the chair being pushed back and someone sitting down right beside. The familiar whisper of green-black hair caught Draken’s eye and he slowly turned to find the topic of their conversation appearing right before them. Talk about speaking of the devil, alright. Mitsuki looked over Emma and Mikey who gave equal distasteful looks. Rolling her eyes, she looked over at Draken, smiling before placing a kiss on his cheek. He turned towards her, taking in her smiling countenance.

“What was that for?”

She looked slightly incredulous at him, as if what he was asking was out of the ordinary like h e didn't ask her to sit somewhere else dur9ng the actual lunch.

“I just wanted to thank you for having me back during the meeting, it’s good for you to not be so busy! They are going to run you ragged.”

Emma scoffed at that, mumbling something under her breath, picking up her seltzer water and taking a couple of sips from her straw. However, Mitsuki picked up on that and looked towards Emma, eyes narrowed.

“You wanna repeat that, Sano?”

Emma said nothing, rolling her eyes. Mikey simply looked down at his food, continuing to eat away at it, trying his best to ignore the showdown that was about to happen.

“Did you hear me, Sano??”

Emma rolled her eyes again, taking one last sip before looking up at Mitsuki. She had taken her hands off of Draken at this point, turning her body fully towards Emma.

“I said, that I know you’d rather have him home, so you can sink your fangs into him all over again.”

Mitsuki’s face twisted into one of anger, “god, I’m just looking out for him, trying to make sure that he has time with OUR daughter!”

Emma scoffed at that again, “oh trust, I make sure he has enough time for her! Unlike you, who has yet to actually come and take care of her yet!”

“There were situations out of my control--”

Emma gave Mistuki a stink eye, “please. “Situations out of my control.” yeah, let's see how long that excuse lasts.”

Mitsuki gasped at that, and at this point the two of them were getting up from their seats. The other executives and people within this meeting were beginning to take notice of this, slowly turning around to see what the commotion was all about. Draken could see this, getting up to tower over the two women who were about to fall out onto the table.

“Ladies… let’s take this outside, please…?”

With one last look, Emma rolled her eyes, before shrugging Drake's arm off her before walking towards the conference room exit. Mitsuki gave Draken a look, before following Emma. Draken looked over at Mukey who was still indulging in his food. He gave him a look at the blonde short man, who simply looked up, gave him a “this is your problem” before going back to his food. He sighed, pushing in his chair before walking after the two women.

Once outside, he could already hear arguing and screaming come from an obscure corner. Recognizing the voices, he rushed as fast as he could without looking out of place with the rest of the hotel staff before arriving to find the two of them at each other's faces. At this point, Emma’s hair was removed from her bun, her long blonde hair rustled from the argumentative stress.

“You know what I think emma? I think you’re jealous I gave him a child and not you!”

“the same child you have yet to see?! the daughter i have watched on multiple occasions??!”

Drake honestly didn't know what to do, getting involved sounded more dangerous. The two of them were spitting venom at each other, just like those times when Mitsuki learned Emma and him used to date all the way back in junior high.

“I stayed away to keep her safe! You’re the one who can’t handle the fact that he moved on after you!”

“Newsflash, I actually moved on fine after him! Need I remind you we dated in MIDDLE SCHOOL?!”

“Oh please, like I actually believe that.”

“Welp, you didn't believe the first time we told you, no wonder you don't believe it now!”

Draken saw her hand before it made contact, rushing in and grabbing it. Mitsuki looked shocked, seeing how Draken held her hand away from Emma’s face. Emma, on the other hand, was livid.

“HIT ME! IN fact, Draken, let her go so I can finally give her this ass-whooping she’s been itching for the past three years!”

Draken turned towards her, hissing, “no one is gonna hit anyone.”

He then turned back to Mitsuki, whose eyes were still narrowed and glaring at Emma, “Mitsuki.”

Her eyes fluttered, “yes Kenny?”

“Go back to your room.”

Her face fell, and Emma couldn't hold back the small chuckle and the little “hah!”

“But… but… Kenny… you said I could stay.”

Draken took a deep breath, putting her hand down, “and now I’m saying for you to go. Please, I’ll talk to you later.”

She let out an incredulous laugh, “Draken you can’t be serious.”

“I’m very serious, go please.”

Mitsuki stood there for a moment, stammering upon herself, hands fidgeting and askance. She let out a loud groan before sending one last glare at Emma, and now at Draken before stomping away in her heels. The two of them walked away, waiting for her to be out of the vicinity before looking at each other. It was silent between them, too many words to be said between them.

“Emma,” Draken started, stiffly might I add.

She held up her hand, ceasing his words as she took a couple of steps back.

“You need… to reconsider your priorities… Draken… if she's gonna be here to stay, I can’t do this anymore.”

Draken’s heart dropped to his ass, “what do you mean by that?”

Emma took a step back, running a hand through her rough hair to smooth it back a little.

“It means I may have to quit as your manager.”

T.O.K.Y.O S.T.Y.L.E

A single father, a new nanny, and a delusional ex-fiancé, what could go wrong?

summary: Ken Ryuguji, the face of TOMAN MODELS AGENCY, is one of the top models in all of Japan. He’s also the father to the sweetest little girl named Ryoko Ryuguji. He’d do anything for her, including keeping the little one away from her manipulative mother. When Draken struggles with finding child care so Ryoko could know some sort of stability. Mitsuya comes to the rescue, contacting an old friend from college.

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writers notes: I'm so sorrryyy I didn't post last week. I know it said two parts but I did a written part instead!! The last part of the Miami arc is coming next week! Most likely I'll do two parts next week! thank you so much for enjoying this story.

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matsunosan · 2 years

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Hey there love I just saw that your requests are open <3

And I sse that you write for draken so can we get some fluff with him. Like him falling in love with his childhood bestfried. You know the girl who has always has been by his skde before he met mikey and toman and all of that.Maybe if you want you can make it a bit angsyt. Like him confessing when one of them is seriously injured and he thought that he himself or she is gonna die that's when he is confessing. Or you can leave the angst.

Please don't forget to stay hydrated and don't stress yourself too much. You are loved babygirl 👉🏼👈🏼

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A/N: Thank you so much for your request lovely! And make sure you stay hydrated too! <3 I hope you enjoy this fic! I also apologize it took me so long to get to your request! Life's been kinda crazy lol. Also you're so sweet omg

Summary: You and Draken are childhood best friends, but you can't help but feel that Draken doesn't feel the same way as you do. What will happen when your life is put on the line from pure bad luck?

WARNINGS: slight cursing, gang related violence, someone gets shot and hospitalized, slight angst but good ending

Word Count: 2,031

Y/N= your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

Draken always admired you from your beauty, your intelligence, and your courage. He will never forget the days where you ran around the streets of Tokyo as children, chasing one another in a simple game of tag or just running for the hell of it. The way your hair would fly in the wind as you sprinted from him, giggling the entire time with that gorgeous smile of yours. Your laughter made his heart feel whole after he cracked a joke or after your constant teasing of him. Everything about you seemed to make him blush and feel like a thousand butterflies were let go in his chest when you were around. Draken knew he was helplessly in love with you. Yet, it nearly took your life in order for him to confess.

You woke up that morning after a peaceful night’s sleep, stretching your arms wide and squeezing your eyes shut as the sun peeked through the bedroom windows. It was a beautiful day in Tokyo, the weather brought the perfect temperature for a sundress and sandals. In Tokyo, rain and cooler weather was most common and the sun didn’t shine nearly as much as you would have liked. But, Tokyo also had Draken. He was the first thing to graze your mind that morning. The thought of Draken made your heart swell and your body feel warm. There was no need for the sun when you could have Draken.

You got ready that morning like any other day, taking your sweet time to pamper yourself. You enjoyed moments like these where you could relax and focus on yourself. After long weeks of work and school, finding the time to take care of yourself became a rarity. Draken insisted that you took more time to yourself and that’s how you found yourself creating better habits as such. He was always looking after you, making sure you ate and drank water as well as get plenty of rest. Sometimes he could be a little harsh, but you knew it was just because he cared. But did he love you as much as you were helplessly in love with him? The question seemed to always be at the forefront of your thoughts, but a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. What if he didn’t feel the same as you? You were childhood best friends, how foolish could you be? Telling him the truth would surely push him away, wouldn��t it? Your anxious thoughts were interrupted when you heard a vibration across the room. You walked over to the cell phone on the nightstand and picked it up. Draken.

“Hey, Draken!”

“Hey, Y/N. What are you up to right now?”

“Nothing much, I just got ready for the day.”

“Can I come pick you up in about half an hour or so? Mikey said there was a Sakura festival on the square with a bunch of vendors. Care to join?”

“Sure! I’ll be ready!”

“Alright, see you in a bit.”

“See you soon!”

*click*

Draken picked you up on his bike right on time, your little helmet waiting for you on the seat like every time he gave you a ride. You waltzed over, wrapping your arms around his torso and taking in his scent. Everything about Draken soothed your nerves. He felt like home.

“Look at the pink kitty!” you grinned, pointing over to a large cat plush at a festival tent. Draken smiled softly, gently grabbing your hand and leading you over to the booth. The game clerk explained to Draken that he had to throw all the plastic rings around the neck of the milk bottles in order to win the larger prize. Draken smirked triumphantly, knowing that he would win this for you. He let go of your hand, sending you a wink before taking hold of ten multi-colored plastic rings. You watched him anticipation as the game began, hands clutched at your chest as he threw each one. To the clerk’s avail, Draken landed every single throw. You threw your hands out, running over to Draken and hugging him tightly as a token of appreciation. You could feel him tense at the contact, but he quickly melted into your touch. And maybe, just maybe, you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

Draken loved the way you held onto your new plushie for dear life, fearful that someone might take it away from you. You walked side-by-side as the sun set, deciding to head towards the entrance of the festival activities and head home. “Thank you for taking me, Draken,” you beamed up at him, your heart slowly picking up its pace. Was this it? Was this as far as you’d ever go with Draken? The thought made your smile quickly fade, knowing that you couldn’t possibly have Draken all to yourself. “Hey,” Draken stopped in his tracks, stepping in front of you and placing his hands on your arms. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t let him see you cry. How many hours, days even, have you spent crying over a boy you knew wasn’t in love with you? Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill as Draken awaited your answer. You lowered your head, hoping that he wouldn’t see you fall apart. “I-I’m okay,” you spoke softly. “Can we go home now?” “Y/N,” he called your name, placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so that you would meet his gaze. “Talk to me please.” He was always like this. So calm. So caring. So gentle. But you knew that he didn’t love you. “It’s fine,” you stood your ground. “I’m just tired.” “We were having so much fun Y/N,” he pestered, lowering his hand from your chin to rest at his sides. “Did I do something wrong?” Of course that’s what Draken would say. He’s so selfless. He always puts you and your feelings before his. But you can’t tell him. You just can’t. “I had a great time Draken,” you replied shakily, the tears nearing their downfall. “I’m just not feeling great. That’s all.” “Please,” he begged. He fucking begged. “Please talk to me,” Draken said, his voice barely over a whisper. “Draken I-,” you hesitated. Was this the right move? You didn’t think your heart could handle more after today. Your heart couldn’t handle Draken. The way he smiles at you, and only you. The way Draken places his hand on the small of your back when he leads you through crowds. The way Draken comforted you after a heartbreak or after you scored poorly on a test in school. The way Draken was always, inexplicably, there for you. No matter what. You sighed, deciding to give in. “Draken I think I’m-”

*pop*

“What the fuck was that?” Draken’s eyes nearly shot out of his head at the sound of a nearby gunshot. “It sounded like it hit somebody close.” He held onto your arms tight, bringing you into his chest to protect you. “Y/N we need to get the hell out of here,” he grabbed your hand, beginning to run away but your body wouldn’t move. “I think a fight just started. We have to go!” “I-I’m sorry Draken,” you looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, panicked. But his question was answered when you fell to your knees. “Y/N?” he looked at you for a moment, and then his heart dropped. “Y/N!” Your left shoulder went numb and pain shot through your body. “Dr-Draken,” you whimpered. “I-I got sh-shot.” “Fuck,” he tried picking you up, but you cried out in agony. “SHIT. I’m so sorry. I swear I will fucking kill whoever hurt you. I swear-” His voice was cut off by the sounds of more rounds being shot out. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he apologized, swiftly picking you up as you screamed. “I’m sorry but we have to get the hell out of here.”

A fight between two gangs had interrupted the Sakura festival. The dispute ended up having one of the members draw their firearm and the weapon was hit out of their hand. As a result, the gun fired and the stray bullet hit you in your left shoulder. Draken could feel the blood seeping through your clothes and into his arms, but he kept running until he could find a hospital or someone who could call an ambulance. Given that the two of you were downtown, luckily there was an emergency room a few blocks away. Draken swore he had never run faster in his entire life, his heart racing rapidly in his chest. “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled. “I’m so sorry, Draken.” “Don’t waste y-your energy,” Draken said, voice cracking slightly as he began to cry. “I’m going to save you. I promise.” Silence fell over the both of you from the dire situation, but you decided to finish your statement from earlier. “Hey Draken,” you tried your best to smile, watching beads of sweat form on his face. “Earlier you asked me what was wrong.” “Y-Yes I did Y/N,” he said, slightly out of breath as he continued to carry your nearly-lifeless body. “I love you, Draken.” you told him. You finally told him. You could feel your eyelids grow heavy, and your breaths became slower. This was it. You could die happy knowing that he knows how you felt about him. Draken halted, eyes looking into your glassy ones. “D-Don’t say that,” he said shakily. “You aren’t going to die.” He watched you close your eyes and your consciousness left you. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Draken ran all the way to the emergency room, shocking all of the employees with your blood all over his body. They took you into surgery immediately and luckily were able to save you. The police came and questioned Draken and the gang members were arrested the same night you got shot. After the chaos came to and end, Draken stuck by your side until you finally woke up from your slumber.

It was just like a couple of days before. You woke up after a peaceful night’s sleep, but your body felt numb in some places. You went to stretch your arms out, but could barely move your limbs. Why couldn’t you move? You felt weight at the bottom of your bed and slowly opened your eyes. The sun was welcoming and lit up the dull room. But, it wasn’t your room. Once fully awake, your head tilted slightly to see that you were in a hospital bed. You felt anxiety wash over you until your eyes fell upon the man at the base of the bed. Draken sat in a chair, body hunched over your legs, fast asleep. “Draken?” you groaned, the pain returning quickly. Draken’s head shot up immediately when he heard your voice. “Y/N!” he jumped out of the seat, rushing to kneel by your side. You giggled slightly, but stopped when the pain intensified. “Leave it to me to get shot at a damn festival,” you grinned. “Life’s never dull with me, right?” Draken sighed before giving in, letting out a chuckle and grabbing your hand. “Don’t scare me like that Y/N/N,” his mood shifted, his tone becoming much more serious. “My heart can’t handle losing you.” “I’m so sorry,” you looked down at your hands, averting your gaze in shame just like you had done that night. “It’s not your fault,” Draken squeezed your hand in his own. “I’m just glad to still have you here.” You sat there in silence for a moment and that’s when the memories flooded back. You had told him you loved him. Shit. “About what I said,” you began. “I know you probably don’t lov-” You were cute off with Draken’s lips against yours. His lips melded against your own, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. You weakly brought your hands to cover his, relief washing over your body. This kiss wasn’t long enough, but you know at that moment that you had the rest of your life to give Draken every kiss you could. “I love you Draken,” you declared. “I love you too,” he held onto you.

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