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trueshellz · 2 years

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Marriage Contract

Summary: You've been forced into a marriage with the Demon of Sakuragi to pay off you father's debt...

Warnings: blasphemy, vaginal penetration, anal fingering, possessive behaviour, abuse (by father), forced marriage, smoking, drinking, spanking, biting, nipple play, female reader.

Standing in front of all these people, head bowed as you clenched your jaw and ignored what was happening around you feeling completely helpless. Your marriage to ‘The Demon of Sakuragi’ was supposed to be an ‘honour and joy to form an alliance between the families’. When in fact it was a way for your father to pay off his debts to the Sakuragi head, using you as collateral had simply cemented how little he cared for you and after years of abuse and tirade after your mother’s passing you completely understood your position in his life.

A pawn.

A chess piece to be used and bargained for.

A cattle to be sold to the highest bidder.

Nothing.

To your own father, you were nothing.

A sharp pinch in your side as you felt your father’s walking stick pulling you out of your self pity, looking up to see expectant faces waiting for your reply as you held back the cry of pain. He loved seeing the twisted expression on your face as he revisited the same wounds he inflicted on you before, his gaze was sharp as he looked at you. Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile on your face you turned to the minister who was officiating your marriage and nodded.

“Yes, I agree.”

Glancing across at him the first time you took in your new husband, as he spoke to his… friends? White shirt with his sleeves rolled up, his chain tattoo adorning both wrists and through the back of his shirt you could see the dark lines of more ink covering his skin. Sharp eyes watching you as you accepted hugs and words of congratulations, each sentence making the fake smile on your face wane until you were sure you were wearing your emotions on your face completely. You could see him walking to the family head, mouth moving but his gaze was fixated on you completely, moving around the crowd so he could see you clearly when you sat down to eat. You let out a small wince when you sat, the bruises from your father still sore and uncomfortable no matter how much salve you put on them and you were sure the semi-healed cut inside your cheek was going to open soon from all the smiling you were having to do.

The drive home was just as awkward, one of the lieutenants drove you to your new marital home, Kirishima was sat on the other side of the back sea staring out the window just like you were, every so often front the corner of your eye you saw him turn and look you up and down. The only sounds you could pick up were the thump of your heart and the rumble of the car, every so often the two of them would engage in small talk but you were too busy panicking about your first night alone with him to even figure out what they were saying. As the car stopped, you startled a little when he reached over and undoing your belt, you could smell the cigarettes he had been smoking earlier, the alcohol he had consumed at your wedding and an underlying scent you couldn't place. You nodded silently when he ordered you to stay in the car, long strides as he went around the car to open the door for you. His hand was gentle but firm as he helped you out of the car, no words as he guided you into the house and towards what you assumed was your shared bedroom.

“Bathroom’s through there, sleep where you want. I’ll be back later.”

The next few days were more of the same, you barely saw Kirishima even though you shared a bed. He would wake up before you and prepare his own breakfast, the kitchen would be tidy when you woke up and you would spend the day around the house until Kanami would come to see you and the two of you would go out for lunch with one of the guards. A few times you saw Kirishima as he went around town, he paid you little notice and to be honest, you felt more like a nuisance than his wife. From the little information you picked up from your family, he was known for being ruthless and harsh with everyone, picking fights with other families and, from what your dad had said, he was the one who dealt with your family’s debt.

In the afternoons, you would cook dinner and wait for him to come home, the meal would be silent and he would thank you before placing his hand on your head and leaving again. It was pretty much the only touch and interaction that you got from him, even if it was a bit stiff and stilted you were relieved that he hadn’t hurt you. Well, not yet anyway. There were stories about the way women were treated in this world, you had heard enough stories about mistreatment from fathers and husbands. Kirishima would return late, you would usually be asleep but once or twice he woke up when he climbed into bed. You felt the bed dip, the warmth from his body but he never once touched you. Keeping a good distance between you both in the king size bed, the one time you had turned and seen the dark ink trailing up his back, the designs made him look like an actual demon with the dark wings and scale-like designs covering his skin.

This evening you had just got out of the shower, dressed in a long t-shirt and some cotton shorts, you stood in front of the mirror and began drying your hair. The rumble of the hair dryer covering his footsteps, you hadn’t realised your husband was home until you smelt him again, felt his arms against your hips as he bracketed you against the dresser. Eyes slamming shut as you felt his chest against your back, his warm breath against your neck making you whimper. Then his fingers began trailing up and down your leg, stopping just at the hem of your shorts before repeating on the other side, you could feel calluses on his skin and what felt like plasters around a few fingers. The dichotomy of rough versus smooth made goosebumps rise on your skin, your mouth opening on a small gasp but you made sure you kept your eyes slammed shut.

“So… I was told that I was neglecting my little wife.”

His words ended on a small nip at the side of your neck, your fingers curled into the wood of the dresser. You felt his hand hold your chin, turning your face towards him as he spoke again. His chest was solid against your back, the hand not holding your face was not curled around your hip as he pulled you back against him again. The hard length of his cock was pressed against you, your eyes opened in shock and you saw him smirking at you. The ends of his lips curled up, sharp incisors peeking out as he let out a huff of laughter.

“K-kirishima?”

A tsk this time, using his body to push you backwards towards the bed until you landed with a small oomph on your back with him looming over you. His arms caging you in, legs bracketing yours as he held himself over you with a wide smirk. Your own hands had come up to hold him at a distance, placing them against the hard planes of his chest as you tried to push him away, but he simply lowered himself down until your hips were flush against each other. Fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hands above your head, not hard since you could still move around but enough to know that's where he wanted them. You tried to ignore the way your body reacted to him, each time he came around your father’s house you would watch him from the gaps in the stairs. You had seen how he treated your father, took delight in it even, hearing him shouting and beating up the man who was supposed to look after you but instead made your life hell.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Tongue coming out to wet your lips, you watched as his eyes tracked the movement and then met yours. His pupils were blown wide, the smirk long gone instead a shocked expression on his face as he watched you readjust your position and then sigh. The way your chest rose, breasts rising and falling made his gaze drop below your chin where the neckline of the t-shirt had dropped a little and the swell of your breasts were visible. His hand in your hair was all the warning you got before his mouth descended on yours, hard and insistent as he growled against your lips. Tongue pushing past them as he angled your head to fit against his perfectly, your fingers had gone from pushing him away to holding him in place and you felt the steady thrum of his heart under your hands. His kiss matched his personality, while the sensation of his lips were soft and plush the way he kissed was rough and you were sure they would be swollen and bruised if he continued.

“Kirishima.”

Pulling away, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip Kirishima removed his glasses and ran his fingers through his hair. The blue locks falling into his eyes again when he leaned down and tilted your head to expose the line of your neck, attaching his lips here as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin there. You opened your mouth to call his name again, but you felt his fingers against the gusset of your underwear and quickly held his wrist in shock. Instead of stopping his ministrations, Kirishima slid his fingers under the fabric while staring at you intently and traced the wetness that was gathered there already releasing a noise of approval when you coated his long digits. Taking your mouth again, his finger slipped inside you slowly, one at first and then two, curling them slowly before pulling them out again.

“Say my name.”

“Ki-”

A sharp tap against your clit had you jerking in surprise, a gasp leaving your mouth when he shook his head.

“Ki-”

A whine this time when he held the nub of your clit between his finger and thumb, leaning down to bite your bottom lip before kissing you hard again. You frowned in confusion when he kept your clit hostage, the undeterred pressure on the most sensitive part of your body was making your legs shake, breath coming out in short pants as he rolled it side to side.

“Tooru?”

The grin was back, a low huff as he pushed two fingers inside you again with no preamble, your back arching against the intrusion when he curled them inside you and held them there. His other hand holding your shoulder in place as he took your mouth, the double assault as his tongue licked into your mouth had you gripping his arms and digging your nails in. His own cock was hard against your leg as you started to unbutton his shirt and pushed the fabric over his shoulders, your eyes widening when the room began to fill with the wet sounds of your body opening up to him as he mumbled against your lips.

“Such a good girl… my pretty li’l wife… fuck.”

The last word was low and long as he pulled away, watching the way your wet pussy swallowed his fingers as he thumbed and rubbed your clit before sitting back and shucking shirt off and pushing his fingers back in. You sat up on your elbows, watching the muscles in his arm dance with each thrust inside you, his gaze holding yours as he tugged your t-shirt up to expose your breasts. Nipples stiff with arousal, he pinched and pulled them until you were keening and grabbing his wrist, another chuckle from him as added another finger and moved so his mouth could reach between your legs. His shoulders holding your legs open, lips covering the sensitive nub as he sucked it hard until your back arched again, mouth open on a silent scream as you came.

A rustle of noise made you realise you had closed your eyes, opening then to watch your husband undress in front of you. You could see the ink in full now, watching the dark lines travelling up his arms and his back, his body lean but had muscle definition including the sharp lines leading down to his thick cock. The same hand that had been inside you, still glistening with your arousal and slick from your orgasm, was now stroking his hard length up and down. His body crowded yours as he climbed over you again and settled himself between your legs, your own hands tugging the t-shirt off so you were completely naked in front of him.

“Lookit you, darlin’.”

His eyes travelled up and down your body, hands caressing the newly exposed skin and thumbing your nipples again until he covered them with his mouth and bit them lightly, soothing the hurt with his tongue. Your fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he sucked on them, the sensation leading straight to you clit and even though you had just come you could feel the familiar tug.

“K-... Tooru… God, please.”

“Nothing religious about me, darlin’. It’s not God here, it's me.”

You hissed when the thick head of his dick pushed at your opening, whining low in your throat when he pressed on your lower stomach so you couldn't move. Your body opened up, widening when he passed the ring of muscle there and pressed into you in one thrust. His hips flush against yours, hands holding you in place as he growled low in his throat.

“It’s not God that's inside you right now.” You gasped when he pulled out, slamming back in with such force the air was knocked from your lungs. “It’s me.”

Lips meeting yours, his hand holding your jaw as he stole your breath and kissed you, his hips moving in small circles and grinding against your clit.

“It’s not God that’s going to cum inside you, is it? Hmm? I’m gonna fill up this little pussy with my cum over and over again.”

A loud gasp this time when he pulled out, the wide tip left inside you as he slammed in again, balls slapping against your ass.

“It’s not God who’s going to look after you, protect you and make sure no-one touches you again.”

This time you hissed, his fingers pressing into the fading bruises that were almost healed but the skin was still tender. Eyes widening at the murderous rage in his tone that contrasted the soft way he looked at you.

“It’s me.”

“Tooru, I-”

Holding both your hips this time as he started fucking in in earnest, his fingers digging into your flesh and making you shriek. Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs and had you turning your head to bite the pillow, eyes scrunched shut as he reached up to cup your breasts again and roll your nipples between his fingers. You reached down to rub your clit, easing the way for him to pound you like he seemed to want to do. You couldn’t control the sounds leaving your mouth, jaw dropping open as he turned your head to make you open your eyes and watch him on top of you, hands now braced on each side of your head giving him more leverage to get even deeper inside you.

“There’s my pretty li’l wife… my good girl. So fuckin’ good f’me.”

The last three words were accompanied with harsh thrusts until he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over, pushing a pillow under your hips and taking the flesh of his hands and gripping it before landing a sharp slap, noise echoing in the room. You turned to see him palming your ass again, holding you open as he dribbled spit on your ass and rubbing it into the virgin hole. Shifting so he sat between your legs, pushing his length into you again and bottoming out with a grunt, leaning over to kiss up your spine.

“You ok, darlin’?”

Your nod was all he needed to continue, hands coming onto the bed caging you in as he started slamming himself inside you again and again. The pillow swallowing your cries of pleasure, muting the pretty sounds he was drawing from you until the constant pressure against your g-spot had you coming around his dick. You heard him curse again behind you, another sharp slap on your ass as he sat back and palmed it again, you could feel the heated skin and hissed when he dug his fingers in.

“The only marks you should be wearing are ones you got from pleasure.”

You opened your mouth to question him, but the feeling of his thumb pressed against your puckered entrance had you moving up the bed. His low shush made you pause, you felt more spit being added as he rubbed small circles until he could push the tip in. The feeling hot and taboo all at once, being filled up from both ends made you want to clench up but his thumb made electricity shoot up your spine. Gasping when he started moving again, holding your shoulder so you had no choice but to take everything he was giving you. You heard him getting louder, the occasional grunt now low moans and curses as he rutted into you, then he somehow fucked you even harded and you could feel him get bigger inside you. One particularly hard thrust pushing making you shriek as he held himself inside you, grinding against the heated skin as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you.

Heavy breathing filled the room, you let out a small noise when he pulled out of you and closed your eyes as you willed your heartbeat to return to normal. You hissed when you felt something wet between your legs, turning to see Kirishima wiping at you with a washcloth, reaching for it, you blushed when he simply glared at you. You felt the bed dip as he lay down, this time pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you so your head was on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ears.

“I won’t let your father touch you again, darlin’. I couldn't protect you before, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt you again.”

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's guide to babysitting) introducing his baker girlfriend to Yaeka and everyone being shocked he even has a girlfriend in the first place?

Kirishima Toru + Secret Baker Girlfriend

It had been a nice day outside, so Kirishima, Yaeka, and Sugihara went to the park. Yaeka’s friends had other plans. So she had to make due with the older men to play with for the afternoon.

“Hey, why don’t we get some bread for home?” Kirishima asked as they were heading back to the estate after they were all worn out from playing. Yaeka nodded maturely, while Sugihara yelped enthusiastically like a child.

They walk into the bakery and were greeted by a soft chime over the door & warm response from a woman behind the counter. “Hello! Welcome in! Oh, Kirishima-kun. I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Kirishima-kun?” Sugihara asked suspiciously. To which Kirishima glared at him a little.

“You must be Sugihara. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“How do you know about me?” His suspicions getting higher.

“Oh, I’m Kirishima’s girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Sugihara exclaimed animatedly. His face completely shocked. “You have a girlfriend Kirishima?! How long have you had a girlfriend?!”

“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug, “two years?”

“Two years?!”

Sugihara continued in his spiral of shock and questions, while [Y/N] walked around from behind the counter and knelt down in from of Yaeka. “You must be Yaeka. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yaeka took her hand when offered and shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Kirishima talks about you all the time when he comes by. He says you’re a very smart, kind, good natured young lady.” Yaeka’s face turned bright red at the compliment. “He also told me you like cats.” She perked up at the mention of cats.

[Y/N] went back around the counter and pulled out a cat shaped black & white cookie and gave it to Yaeka. “Here you go. They’re usually really popular, so I hope you like them. On the house.”

“We have money you know.” Kirishima butt in. Further ignoring Sugihara and his annoying interrogation.

“I never said you didn’t, and I assume you’re going to buy something else.” [Y/N] gave him a light tap in the shoulder; to which Sugihara went completely gobsmacked over. “The usual?”

Kirishima nodded and [Y/N] when about picking out his order. “Kirishima?” He looked down at Yaeka, who looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Why didn’t you ever mention you had a girlfriend?”

“I guess I didn’t think it was anyone’s business.” He said with a shrug.

He loved his yakuza family, but he was also a very private person. It was also hard to bring in outsiders to the family. It worked out for Sakuragi-san and his wife, but those instances were rare. Separate was best for now. Not that he was ashamed of their side of the conversation.

“Here you go! Two loaves of bread, one white and one rye, a dozen assorted muffins, and one brownie.”

“Wait, this is where the Friday muffins come from?” Sugihara asked. Finally calming down and putting the pieces together.

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was making them, did you?” Kirishima asked as he took the bag and handed it to him.

“Well…no….” Sugihara was so confused he didn’t know what to think. “They’re really good by the way.”

“Thanks!” [Y/N] replied with a smile and Sugihara blushed. Up until the point that Kirishima stepped on his foot.

“Tell Sakuragi-san that we’ll mango castella cake back in next week if he’s interested. I can set aside a batch from him if you text me.”

“Papa likes mango cake?” Yaeka asked. Eyes bright with a new realization about her father.

[Y/N] chuckled and told Yaeka, “only mine,” with a wink.

They say goodbye and the trio head back home. “I like your girlfriend Kirishima-san.”

“Yeah. I like her too.”

“I still can’t believe you got a girlfriend before me.” Sugihara muttered, before he howled out loud when Kirishima stepped on his foot again.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#kirishima tooru #toru kirishima scenario #toru kirishima x reader #toru kirishima #kirishima #sakuragi yaeka #yaeka sakuragi #sugihara kei #the yakuza's guide to babysitting scenario #the yakuza's guide to babysitting x reader #kumicho musume to sewagakari scenario #kumicho musume to sewagakari x reader #kumichou musume to sewagakari

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eiichiro · 1 year

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#kumichou musume to sewagakari #gif #*#userroh #usermoh #usergojoana #usersophies #gif: kmts

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lord-shitbox · 1 year

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having the time of my life

#kumichou musume to sewagakari #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #yakuza's guide to babysitting #sugihara kei #ygtb #characters that are silly when they shouldnt be (silliest yakuza member) but oh theyre a little fucked up actually. you agree.

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newtypezaku · 2 years

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Too good for the fridge, we’re framing this

#the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kumichou musume to sewagakari

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kurozero · 2 years

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- Tooru... seems to have changed. - Well, I guess he's a bit calmer than he was before.

#kumichou musume to sewagakari #kmts #kmtsedit #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kirishima tooru #aoi touichirou #sakuragi yaeka #sakuragi kazuhiko #aoi koki #sakuragi miyuki #kurosaki kanami #kz:g #g:kumichomusume

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nanamikeento · 2 years

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@animangacreators challenge #07 → favorite animanga released in summer 2022:

kumichou musume to sewagakari

#kumichou musume to sewagakari #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #tygtbs #kmts #kmtsedit #kirishima tooru #sakuragi yaeka #anisource #fyanimegifs #dailyanime #dailyanimatedgifs #mygifs #i was planning on making more of these but i just gave up lmaoooo

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koutawoo · 2 years

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“kirishima, i was happy that you came to my open house. thank you.”

episode 1 ☆ the yakuza’s guide to babysitting

#kumichou musume to sewagakari #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kmtsedit #sakuragi yaeka #kirishima tooru #gifs: kumichou musume to sewagakari #mygifs #*mine #anisource #dailyanime #500

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hatsumishinogu · 5 months

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The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting Vol.11

#the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kumichou musume to sewagakari #tsukiya #manga

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shizukais · 1 year

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#anime #manga #kumichou musume to sewagakari #kmts #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kirishima tooru #ch.55.5 #protect this boy at all costs

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keikuns · 1 year

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✧･ﾟ:*✧ @animangacreators CHALLENGE #3: Alphabet ✧*:･ﾟ✧

K » Kirishima Tooru

#iyashikeisource #fyanimanga #anisource #animangaboys #allanimanga #fyanimegifs #Kumichou Musume to Sewagakari #kumichomusume #my edits #alphabetchallenge #kmts

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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Could I request Toru Kirishima's s/o seeing his tattoos for the first time and getting inspiration for her art from it?

“Take your shirt off.”

Toru stopped dead in the middle of what he was doing for a second, then returned to it with a cheeky grin. “[Y/N]-chan, not here in the middle of work…”

“It’s not for that.” They replied with a stern look. Which in turn deflated Toru’s expression because this wasn’t going to be as fun as he wanted. “I want to see your tattoos.”

His expression perked up again, this time in surprise, at their request. No one, or at least no sane person, asked to see a yakuza’s tattoos. “Why do you want to see them?”

“I’m working on a series based on Sakuragi family tattoos. You’re the only one besides Ryota who has a decent one.” They explain as they opened up their sketch pad to get ready.

But Toru felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t think the boss would go for that. He doesn’t like our tattoos on display.” The boss’s rules were simple: you had to get them, and they had to be able to be covered. Toru had already been pushing the line with his arm & wrist tattoos. Discretion was the better part of valor for the boss and he needed soldiers who could blend in when he needed them to.

“I already cleared it with him. He said it was fine.” Shit. “He said as long as I don’t copy the actual tattoos, and use them just for inspiration, and don’t use anyone’s names, I could do it. Now take your shirt off.”

He felt backed into a rock & a hard place, but if the boss said ok Toru didn’t really have a means to refuse them. So he took his shirt off.

Standing there, with his back towards them for a while in silence, Toru finally spoke up, “you’re not doing the whole piece now are you? I’ll have to pick up the little lady from school soon.”

“I’m just working on a rough sketch. And it’s only been 5 minutes.” Toru sighed. “Did they hurt?” They then asked him. Seemingly out of the blue. “When you got them?”

“As much as when my ribs got broken by that baseball bat? No.” He told them. “But…yes, they hurt.”

“Why do it then?”

Toru had to think about it for a minute, over the sound of their pencil scrapping. Sure, the boss and families usually require it when you joined. But it wasn’t just that. “I wanted to belong.”

There were a few more moments of pencil scratching before [Y/N] announced, “I’m done. You can put your shirt back on now.”

“Why do I suddenly feel so dirty?”

[Y/N] chuckled as they came over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek while he buttoned his shirt. “Your support of the arts is appreciated. I’ll see you later.”

“I don’t even get to see it?” He asked incredulously.

“You can see it when it’s done.” They told him. “Just like everyone else.”

“I thought being the boyfriend of the artist got you perks.”

“It does.” They told him. “Your canvas gets to be bigger.” They kissed him again and then were off.

Toru didn’t see them for a while after that, but that was pretty normal. When they were working on their art they would disappear for days on end working on whatever project they had envisioned. Finally, one day, he got a call that the piece were ready and that they were going to do a small show at a local gallery and invited everyone to attend.

Everyone, of course, couldn’t come (that would be a little excessive for the small space) but Toru, Sugihara, and the boss all came to see what [Y/N] had been up to. They were right. His canvas was bigger.

“What do you think?” They asked. Slinking up beside him, like they were any other patron and not the artist.

“I don’t get it.” He answered honestly. “But then again I’m not an art buff.”

[Y/N] snickered at him. “You really don’t have any opinion?”

Toru stared at the painting some more. A large, black dragon. Imposing, intimidating, wailing with its jaws open at the sky in terror perched on a mountain. But then, at its tail, it looked at this it had been ensnared with sakura branches. Delicate, yet strong. The pink flowers a stark contrast to the bleak sky. The parts of its tail it had bound to slowly turning it white. “I like the flowers at the bottom.”

[Y/N] laughed again. “Always the direct one, eh?”

“How much is it?”

“I’m selling it to people who can actually pay me.”

“I can pay you.” Toru snarked back.

“I wouldn’t take your money.”

Toru huffed. “So my skin is good enough for you, but not my money?” Some of the more upper crust patrons gave them funny looks at their conversation.

“Do you really want the painting Toru?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you the original one.” They told him. “This is a duplicate. I always planned on giving the original to you, if you wanted it. I just didn’t think you’d be so up in arms about it.”

“I’m not ‘up in arms’.” He argued. “I just like the painting.”

“Then you should have it.” They agreed. Giving him a smile and squeezing his hand. “I have to go talk to some other people with money now. Don’t run off without saying goodbye.” Toru nodded and went back to staring at art and sipping his drink.

What was that old saying? He may not know art, but he knew what he liked?

“Do you think [Y/N] would be mad if I took this off the wall now?” He asked Sugihara when they were alone. To which Sugihara told him emphatically yes, but he still considered it.

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