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star2fishmeg · 7 months

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Hi, how are you? How is your day? I hope you are having a good day.I read “Overseas” and I was wondering if you could do that for SWORD leaders and mighty warriors. If you have the time.

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Pairing: SWORD leaders x gn!reader (separate), Ice x gn!reader

Summary: SWORD leaders and having a foreign s/o they kept secret until they didn’t

Warnings: swearing

Authors note: Thank you for requesting! I’m glad you enjoyed ‘Overseas’!! I only included Ice for Mighty Warriors as he is the leader, I hope this is okay! This is my first time writing for him and Hyuga too, apologies for any ooc. In future I plan to include MW once I’ve grasped their characters more!

Request: above!

ʜɪɴᴏ 'ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ' ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ

Most of this man’s life is a mystery, Yamato and Nobaru probably got a board of red strings and photos for him

How he met his s/o is a secret he’ll never tell, but knowing him, it was probably after a fight, probably casually grabbing a drink with dried blood painting his nose and upper lip

s/o likely cleaned him up on the spot, and he didn’t shoo them away bc a) he has manners believe it or not and b) he thought they were cute and why the hell would he say no?

He did smile though! Barely but from up close it was clear as day

From then on, he met up with them until they left, but s/o flies over to visit him whenever they can and the rendezvous continue

This guy is a texter, a rare caller. He’s texting them whenever he can, which is suspicious to the others bc he never answers their texts that quick

One time Yamato was in deep shit and Cobra aired him, but the moment they text? Mans like lightning

He leaked his s/o by pure accident and with the help of his friends snooping. His s/o sent him a package once a month of goodies from their country, with a letter and photos included and Sannoh just happened to get their hands on this before he did

Eyeing up the box, Yamato, Dan and Tettsu sheepishly gave each other looks. It wasn’t usual for Cobra to receive any sort of mail, let alone turn up at the diner. But the way the box was coated in cute stickers and little drawings of snakes piqued dire interest among the others. Their cold, mysterious leader, having an admirer?

“Think we should open it?” Tettsu asked, gently shaking the box to hear the rustling coming from inside.

“You’re fucking stupid, are you asking for a death wish?” Yamato hissed, snatching it off him and gently placing back on the back table where the man in question usually sat, “This is Cobra’s business, and we should stay out of it.”

“Or we can watch from afar, he’s here, act natural.” Dan grinned, him and Tettsu scurrying to the table in the centre of the diner, under the bottle chandelier and giggling like schoolgirls. Yamato rolled his eyes and sat at the bar. Cobra strolled in, eyes darting to the box in an almost panicked state. The boys pretended to not notice, but Cobra noticed Yamato taking a not-so-subtle glance his way as he ran his key through the tape.

Opening the cardboard shyly, he was met with a letter addressed to him, his real name, not his alias. Dan, Tettsu and Yamato snuck up behind him, looming over his shoulders for a peak. At that point his secret was out, Junpei gave up on trying to hide it as he rummaged through the tissue paper for the contents of the gift. Photos of s/o’s day trips and travels, one of those amusingly shitty tourist keyrings you find in the cities, handmade items they’d passionately told him about, a polaroid of the two of them they’d taken on their last visit to Japan and more. His favourite this time was the small Cobra figurine, with a note attached saying ‘punched a man for this like you taught me <3’. A smile graced his lips upon reading the letter, the other bewildered, practically hearing Cobra’s heart thump in his chest.

“Damn, not even we get Junpei privileges.” Yamato whistled; eyebrows raised in shock.

“And you never will.” Junpei scoffed, placing all the items back in the box and taking off.

ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ

Definitely met his s/o in his club

They were at the bar, probably fending off some creep when he came over, getting the guy removed and permanently banned

Rocky introduced himself and apologised and their story continued from there

Gives the vibes that s/o just moved to Japan and was getting to know the area when they found Club Heaven

Teaches Rocky new one-liners in their native language for sure, also telling him about their country in general and all the culture shocks

And he listens to all of it happily, fully intrigued with the way they carry themselves and speak

Oh this man always lends them his coats, and they playfully wear his glasses bc it makes him smile every single time. He finds when they impersonate him the cutest

White Rascals actually had no idea about them until they burst through the doors one evening, panicking about being late to open the club

“So uh…this a thing now or a new member? Companion?” Koo asked for the group, giving y/n a hesitant look. Rocky only pulled them into his lap, coat still wrapped around their shoulders.

“S’my angel. She’s gonna be stickin’ around now.” He threw their legs over his lap, thumb rubbing their thigh. Koo and the others only nodded, focusing on opening the club and worrying about asking the details later.

Despite running late, the club still held its lively state with flashing lights, crisp sound blaring through the speakers, bar busy, dancefloor packed and Rascals serving the people when needed. At the top of the balcony, the VIP area, Rocky leant back on the red sofa, cigar smoke floating from his lips as his s/o melted into his side, legs over his knee and hand on his chest. Kizzy and Kaito side-eyed each other, still unsure of how the situation came to be and where this person came from to start with. Sure, they’d seen them at the bar, how could they not? But what were their intentions with their leader? They agreed, silently, with a nod to each other that Koo would be the one to ask since he’d already opened that can of worms.

ᴍᴜʀᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ ʏᴏsʜɪᴋɪ

OH BOY this interaction did not go smoothly

In fact, Yoshiki most likely either made the most awkward meeting or the most embarrassing one

He’s still cute tho, and his s/o thought so from the start

His shower packed up and the plumber wouldn’t come until the morning, but he really stank and so what does this kid do?

Go next door to his new and incredibly gorgeous neighbour who just moved from overseas

Man is fumbling when they let him in, he can’t believe he’s folding so fast

And somehow, in broken English (because it’s the only other language he knows from middle school), this awkward encounter gets him their digits

And dates, and a label. And amongst all this time passing, not once did he remember to tell his friends at Oya

His stomach dropped at the knocking on his door, eyes frantically looking for Seki and Furuya’s. Both men, looking back at him like deer in headlights, motioning him to answer. Murayama stood up nodding, making his way to the front door, mind screaming at him for forgetting to say something sooner, they were going to freak out like usual.

Opening the door slowly, he peered back before looking at y/n’s bright smile.

“Hey ‘Shiki! You busy?” they chirped, Seki and Furuya’s heads snapping around towards the entrance way.

“Uh, yeah. My friends are over right now, but I’m free tonight.” Was all he could muster up with such a dry throat. Saying goodbye he closed the door again, shaking his head as he took his walk of doom back to the living room and flopping back onto the couch. The silence killed him, so he kept his head thrown back and eyes closed, counting down from five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Furuya and Seki yelled, confusion and banterous hurt in their tones.

sᴍᴏᴋᴇʏ

Pure accidental meeting but he was so sweet

s/o probably took a wrong turn and ended up lost in Nameless City, devastated by what they were seeing

Until they bumped into Smokey, expressing their sympathy as well as the situation

Smokey did help them tho, showing them the way to where they were actually intending to go but s/o claimed they’d remember the route to see him again

They sent letters back and forth since that day, and s/o would fly over to help out the people when they could

Definitely wanted to tell Rude Boys but was hesitant about their reaction and never got around to it

Until s/o visits the base asking for Smokey and the boys stand there, guard up asking why someone looking so out of place wants their Smokey

Drawing back one of the ragged fabrics used as a curtain, y/n poked their head through first before shuffling into the base completely. They kept their footsteps quiet, not wanting to disturb the boys who were gathered in the middle. Yet Smokey was nowhere to be seen. Nerves bundled in their stomach, they’d never properly met the boys before, only seen them on patrol.

“Excuse me,” they called, all their heads snapping around to face them, “Christ- is Smokey around?”

Takeshi stood up and approached her slowly, the rest watching ready for any kind or cue, “He’s not here right now, can I help you though?” Their shoulders relaxed, letting out a breath as they gave him a small smile. Takeshi lowered his guard in return, glancing behind him for the others to do the same.

“Ah, I’m y/n, Smokey told me to come visit him here. That’s all he said.”

“Sounds like Smokey, vague but to the point.” Takeshi chuckled. As if on cue, Smokey’s figure trudged in, a smile gracing his lips upon seeing y/n. He pulled them into his side and placed a kiss to their head, watching the boys’ faces scrunch up or eyebrows raise.

“Boys, meet y/n, my s/o. Y/n, mee the Rude Boys.” Was all he mumbled out before slipping his hand into y/n’s and leading her to their meeting circle.

P scratched his neck, “Okay, why didn’t you say anything before, Smokey?”

“Forgot.”

ʜʏᴜɢᴀ ɴᴏʀɪʜɪsᴀ

This man fully lost to them in Poker at a Daruma festival

But was he mad about it? Not really, he was more impressed at their wits over anything else. No one dared gamble against Hyuga

So when s/o placed their winning cards down, smirking at his face, mans had to know them better

Probably made them his companion for the night, asking them if they’d come back to see him and of course they said yes

They kept this little thing between them for a while actually, until Hyuga wanted them around often, feeling a lack of excitement without them

And that’s how his s/o met Daruma properly: beating them at Poker

“Hyuga, I dunno where you found this person, but this is just embarrassing for Daruma.” Ukyo groaned, accepting his defeat and dropping his cards.

“You guys are just really bad at this, I thought you had experience?” y/n mocked, watching another member stare at their cards intensely. Hyuga’s arm remained wrapped around y/n’s waist, firmly keeping them on his lap while they played.

“No, you’re cheating!” Sakyo hissed, pointing a finger at them. Y/n shrugged, taking their turn and hearing another guy wail.

“Bold statement to make about Norihisa’s s/o, don’t you think?”

“You’re a monster!” Sakyo watched another Daruma lackey lose, y/n taking the chips for themselves.

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This guy is a festival attendee and a chronic one at that

So, he met his s/o at one of those when chasing them around the world

Gives me the vibes that his personality with music and destroying SWORD are complete opposites so when s/o bumped into him in the crowd, he happily vibed with them

Ended up eating together and finding out they were also festival chasing and decided that they’d attend as many as they could together, talking in between until eventually calling themselves a couple

Ice didn’t tell y/n about Might Warriors until later, he wanted to surprise them with a club they could properly find refuge in

He also didn’t tell MW about s/o, bc it never came up mainly

Ice I’ll come find you y/n How will you do that? Ice Baby I can spot you in any crowd

With strobe lights flashing, bodies dancing in all directions and music so loud the floor vibrated, y/n’s head was in no other place but bliss. Ice’s pride and joy surged through their veins as they relished in his dream.

Their thoughts were pulled back to earth as the familiar sound of a beat Ice had shown them months prior blared through the speakers, swaying their hips shamelessly to the rhythm. Large hands caressed their hips, pulling them into a firm chest and hot breath making the hairs on their neck stand on end.

“Told you I could spot you in any crowd.” Ice mumbled and they felt his smirk through his words. Spinning around to face him, y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Never doubted that,” they smiled, eyes flickering between his and his lips, “I’m gonna be expecting VIP access.”

“You had it by default, baby.” He laughed, capturing them into a sweet kiss.

“Hate to ruin the moment, but who the fuck is this?” A voice yelled over the music, breaking the two apart.

“Jesse! This is my s/o, y/n! They're kinda one of us but also not.” Ice replied. Y/n didn’t care whether they were a Mighty Warrior or not, they were Ice’s and that’s all they needed. Jesse’s glare softened and morphed into a nod of approval before slipping through the crowd to the VIP lounge.

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simpforchuchu · 2 months

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I’ll make them pay

Prompts: DAY 15 - “who did this to you?” @febuwhump

Characters: Murayama x reader

Fandom: High and Low

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of wounds, scars, mostly angst

The young man ran through the hospital door. He quickly climbed the stairs and started looking for the room he was told about.

Was an ordinary day. Oya was chaotic as always. Murayama was lazy as usual. But his phone wasn't silent like it usually is.

A call came and he didn't even know how he got out of school.

The calling number belonged to his girlfriend, but it wasn't her. He felt like something bad had happened when he couldn't hear her voice.

When he found the room, two doctors were leaving the room. They looked calm. She should be alive

He ran in front of the doctors and looked at the doctors who were looking at him in surprise.

“Is she okay?”

The doctors didn't know who he was talking about. And Murayama was running out of patience. He held the hands of one of the doctors tightly and spoke with fear.

“Y/n! Is she okay?

When the doctor realized who he was asking, he nodded and pointed to the back door.

“She's fine, you can see her.”

Murayama forgot to thank him, but the doctors didn't care. They could see how worried he was.

He opened the door and looked at the woman lying on the bed. She had a large bandage on her face. She had a serum in her arm. When she saw him, she quickly turned her head.

Murayama didn't know what happened to his girlfriend, but he knew why. He knew they were attacking her because of him. And he would find whoever did this.

But right now he should have stayed with y/n.

He quietly knelt down next to the bed and held the young woman's hand. When he felt her start, he held her hand tighter and apologized.

"It was my fault. I am sorry. I'm so sorry, baby.”

Y/n wasn't looking at him. She did not turn her face towards him. Murayama thought she hated him. She was right. She should have.

“Who did this to you y/n? I will find whoever did it. I'll make them pay for this. I promise you."

Y/n didn't say anything. She was silent.

“You must be hating me.” Murayama's voice was offended. "You are right. But please don't cry because of me.”

When the young man wanted to wipe the tears from his lover's eyes, y/n turned to him. Her eyes were full of tears.

“I have a big cut on my face.” Murayama didn't know what to say. “The doctor said there would be scars. Please don't make it any harder for me. I know you won't accept me like this."

Murayama looked at the young girl in shock. He stood up angrily

“Have you lost your mind? Do you think I love you because of your beautiful face? Do you really think a scar matters to me?”

When Y/n closed her filled eyes, Murayama leaned down again and caressed her cheek.

“Even if your whole body is full of scars. I love you y/n. I love you with everything you have. I don't care about anything, I just love you.”

When the young girl started crying again, Murayama gently hugged her. It would be a difficult process, he knew, but they would get through it together.

And he would find whoever did this, no matter what.

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banananuttrash · 11 months

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I just read hyuga's kind sister headcanon and she was super sweet, you said she would be a really good brother and at the end you said that the sword leaders wouldn't know her, what would it be like if the other sword leaders came out with hyuga's sister without knowing that he was hyuga's sister and finally your writings are so sweet and beautiful while always reading I'm smiling

SWORD Leaders Unknowingly Dating Hyuga's Sister & Them Finding Out

Notes: Omg... I feel like this would be so chaotic lol. I guess this can kind of be like a part 2 to Hyuga w/ a Gentle Sister. I really enjoyed writing this one! Hope you enjoy!

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Cobra

You guys met on the street when a thief runs by you and steals your bag. Cobra was headed the opposite way so he was able to catch the thief as he was trying to run away. To pay him back, you decide to treat him to dinner.

For dates, you two like to go out to different places. Ex. amusement parks, zoos, etc. He definitely shows you a sweet and caring side that not many others get to see.

You hang out a lot at Itokan and his home. He finds it weird that he has never been over to your place but does not question it. You tell him that your family is a bit too overprotective.

To not let him know who you are, you let him drop you off a couple of blocks away from your home. You always try to get him to leave even though he wants to walk you in. You end up convincing him with kisses.

One night when he is dropping you off, you get off his motorcycle and lean over to kiss him goodnight. Before the kiss gets any more heated, you hear your name being called and it's your brother. That's how they find out about each other.

Rocky

You guys meet at Heaven. Your friends invited you and you decided to go to get out of your comfort zone (Hyuga obviously did not know). When a guy keeps harassing you, Rocky is the one to save you. You leave with him saying he hopes that small issue won't stop you from coming back.

When he takes you on dates, they are super romantic. Like candle lit dinners and at night walks at the beach.

You guys spend a lot of time together at the club but just the two of you. He likes to hear you talk about your day and your plans for the future. You usually lay your head on his lap and he loves to just look at you.

The gentleman that he is, he always wants to drop you right in front of your house, so you make him belive that you live in one of your friend's house that lives near you. Once you wait to see he's gone, then you walk to your home.

He finds out that Hyuga is your brother when you're going out for dinner one night and then somehow you bump into Ukyo and Sakyo. Trying to get them to keep walking, they reveal who you really are.

Murayama

You two met at a food stand. You were out with a friend and you saw him for the first time and thought he was cute. After seeing him a couple more times, your friend pushed you to ask him out on a date, which much to your surprise, he accepted.

For dates, Murayama is like a teen to a certain extent. Yall do crazy and fun things like arcade, karaoke, go bowling.

Yall know this man is CRAZY for you. I genuinely see you spending a lot of your free time with him on the roof of Oya High. He probably loves to place his head on your lap and sleep there.

Murayama is not one to talk much about his family so he does not find it suspicious when you decide to do the same. He knows that we all have our own issues.

Murayama finds out your Hyuga's sister by accident. He knows you had an older brother, but when your phone rings and a picture of your brother shows up, Murayama is shocked to say the least.

Smoky

Something about Nameless City always fascinated you, so one day you decide to go check it out. As you wander in you get caught by some Rude Boys and they take you to Smoky. Due to your gentle and caring personality, you share how you want to help the citizens.

Honestly, I dont think there would be much going out on dates, but just going around Nameless City and seeing what people need help and tending to them.

You really admire Smoky for taking the step up and fighting for the Nameless City and it's citizens. It always makes you fall in love with him even more when you see how passionate he is about his family.

Smoky sees how much you've helped and grown to care for the citizens of Nameless City, and how they have started to see you as one of their own. He can't help but care for you even more.

He finds out your related to Hyuga because you tell him. One night you realize that you didnt want to lie to him anymore and you just burst it out to him.

Hyuga

Let's be honest... I don't think Hyuga would have MAJOR issues with you dating the other SWORD leaders. Well... maybe one, *cough* Murayama *cough*.

l feel like secretly, Hyuga really respects Cobra and knows that he won't do anything to purposely hurt you. I don't think he would push much into your relationship, but Hyuga has definitely given the big brother speech to him, "You know I don't like you much, so if you ever hurt her, prepare yourself."

Besides himself, I think that Hyuga knows you'll be the safest with Rocky. Hyuga definitely does not want you in the club scene, but respects your wished when you do go. If there's one thing Hyuga is worried about, is Rocky corrupting you in other ways *wink wink*. He will probably tell Rocky, "Be good to her. She deserves the world."

Oh the trouble maker Murayama. Yeah, Hyuga may have slight issues with this one. He does not want Murayama to corrupt you since Hyuga knows how crazy he can be. He probably tries so hard to convince you to break up with him. He probably says to Murayama, "I don't know what she sees in you. If she ever comes crying, be ready to die."

Hyuga knows that Smoky is harmless when it comes to romance, so he probably would not mind you dating him. However, he will probably just be upset that you decided to keep it a secret from him. Probably all begrudgingly he said to Smoky, "Take care of her. If not, you'll regret it."

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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kill my time ♡ murayama yoshiki

soulmate au : a number you get on your wrist when you turn twenty tells you when you’ll meet the one

reader has a brother who remains unnamed ; reader has difficulties sleeping

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——♡——

It wouldn’t show up until you turned twenty — your soulmark. You wouldn’t know what it was until your birthday, mind exploring the different fonts and colors and shapes it could be. It could be a time, a date, a name, a sentence ; but you wouldn’t know until you turned twenty.

And you were already impatient for it to happen.

You were eleven when your brother brought home a new friend. Murayama Yoshiki was two years older than you, already had a band-aid on the left side of his cheek, and was hunched over when you met. His right hand was bruised and he had a permanent scowl on his face. The toys you were playing with disappeared as the two older boys stood above you.

“[Name],” your brother spoke. He pointed at the bruised boy with his thumb, puffing out his chest proudly as he continued. “This is ‘Yama. My new friend. Be a nice sibling and get us a snack, hm?”

You only blinked, “get it yourselves.”

Attention occupied by the toys in front of you once more, you missed how your brother deflated. Murayama let out a snort before it grew into loud, obnoxious giggles. He patted your brother on the back, “didn’t teach you to fight so you could be mean to a kid!” Murayama then crouched down in front of you, “whatcha playin’? Can we join?”

And so life went on with one more included in your dinner nights and play times.

Growing up with Murayama, there was never a dull moment. The boy was always cracking jokes, getting into fights, standing up for you when your brother bullied you. It was fun ; he was fun.

You stayed up all night to see what your soulmark would be. A matching tattoo would be pretty ; a timer counting down more convenient than anything. To your luck, a small 11 was printed on the inside of your left wrist. That meant you’d meet your soulmate in eleven years — easy enough. All you had to do was wait.

——♡——

There’s a knock on the front door that startles you awake. Pausing, you wait to see if it was real or something you’d misheard — and then a solid bang! jolts it again. You groan, shuffling from your warm, comfy bed to swing the front door open.

Murayama stands there, sheepish and alert as he peers in behind you. Sighing, you grumble, “he’s not here. Spent the night at his ass of the week’s house.”

The curly haired boy deflates but inches by you anyways as you open the door wider and let him in. You yawn, eyes catching sight of the clock and blanch at the time. “Why’re you here anyways?”

“Fishing.” He holds two fists up, one circling around as if he’s reigning in a reel. Murayama stuffs his hands into his pockets after, rocking on his heels briefly. “He’s really not home?”

“No,” you sigh out. “The sun’s not even up yet, ‘yama. The hell’re you fishing for?”

He doesn’t answer, looking over your disheveled attire and puffy eyes. “Don’t act like you were sleeping.”

“Jus’ drifted off, actually!” You give him the stink eye before turning on your heel and heading back towards your bedroom. Murayama follows behind you slowly, as if he’s testing his limits ; as if he’d never been alone with you before. You glare again as you plop back into your blankets, “no thanks to you.”

There’s a small light that’s shining in the center of your room, illuminating the area softly. It smells like lavender — your pillows, your sheets, the laundry detergent you use. All in vain ; Murayama knows it never helped you fall asleep.

“Gonna wait for him here?” Your voice is quieter ; it matches the atmosphere you’d created. He can barely see you in the dim lights, but Murayama knows you’ve cozied back up. “You’re welcome to. I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight!”

He rocks on his feet again as you turn over harshly, your back facing him. The room settles before you huff and glare at him over your shoulder. “What do you want, delinquent?”

Scrunching his nose at the old nickname, he shrugs. “You look comfy, s’all…” Murayama tilts his head side to side — your eyes narrow even more. You know where this is going. “And it is pretty early…. ‘M a little tired still…”

You groan and turn over, burying your face into your well-worn pillow. He thinks you didn’t take the bait ; thinks you won’t give in the way you typically do. But, Murayama wins most games he plays and you’re not exempt from that. “Jus’ get in already.”

Giddily, he’s jumping in beside you before he can think. You squeal when his leg rubs yours — “no sleepin’ in my bed with your jeans on!”

He’s tossing and turning endlessly, bare legs slipping against your own as he turns to the left. With a huff, Murayama lays on his back, slamming his hands onto the blanket below him. You sigh, raising up and crossing your arms in annoyance. “Are you done now, delinquent?”

“Can’t get comfy,” he says through a pout. You roll your eyes, relaxing your arms and posture as you think about just settling down and sleeping whether he was or not. Wide, brown eyes look your way, “help me, [name].”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You clench your teeth as he shrugs, wiggling once more.

Suddenly, your right wrist is gathered in Murayama’s grip as he slings you forward. You gulp, looking down at him now as he grins. “This could help…”

“How would me hovering over you help you sleep?” Your voice has softened ; quieted at the lack of space between you. Your fingers clench in a fist as he slightly scoots down so that your noses brush now. “Do you want me to just sleep in the air?”

You’re on your back before you can think. Murayama is caging you against your bed now, the cutely shaped light in your room illuminating from behind him like a halo. You gulp, eyes widening as he lowers his face even further, the hand that was gripping your wrist letting go.

Slowly, Murayama’s hand meets the center of your chest, palm open as he tilts his head. “Heart’s beatin’ so fast, [name],” he’s quiet as he speaks. “Am I makin’ you nervous?”

How could he not be? He’s hovering over you, wavy strands tickling your forehead as he shifts his weight ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat as Murayama’s eyes meet yours — he just stares.

“A little,” you squeak out. He grins at the noise ; only the right side of his lips lifting into a crooked, uneven smile. “Are you going to sleep in the air?”

Murayama lets out a loud sigh as he tilts his head, his hand creeping up to rest on your left cheek now. “I’m tryin’ to flirt with you, ya know? Why won’t you let me?”

“We—” your eyes drop to his grin before snapping them back up once more. His smile seems to widen at this, going to both sides of his mouth now. “Soulmates, delinquent. We both have someone out there, waiting for us.”

He frowns, curly hair falling into his eyes ; you resist the urge to brush it away for him. “Don’t think it could be me?”

“I’ve already met you.” Your voice is quiet again as you speak, defeated and accepting of the truth. Murayama wasn’t your soulmate, and he never would be — no matter how much both of you wanted it. “I still have a few more years to meet mine.”

As if to mock you — as if to make the truth burn more — the mark on Murayama’s wrist rubs against the one on yours. It’s warm, comforting as they touch. He sighs, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “wish it was different.”

“Me too,” you admit. Murayama pulls away to look at you, eyes widening at your confession. You shrug half-heartedly, as best as you could when he was still holding you down. “For a while, I guess. High school was hell for me — thought about you a lot.”

Letting out a groan, the delinquent lets his head fall to your collarbone as he huffs against it. His breath is warm and tickles where it touches — you try not to think about it. “Wish I knew. Had the biggest crush on you.”

Tugging your bottom lip beneath your teeth, you tentatively rake a hand through his hair. Murayama sags against you even more, almost falling on you. “Had?”

“Still do, I think.” Letting out another sigh, the man leaves a barely-there kiss against your neck before lifting himself above you once more. His smile is shaky ; untruthful as he looks down at you. “Let’s get some rest now, hm?”

——♡——

You’re groggy as you wake up a few hours later. The blankets are still warm and slept-in ; Murayama must’ve just left. You let out a yawn, heading to the bathroom before following your growling stomach into the kitchen. Your brother is there now, deep in a conversation with his delinquent friend as you trudge your way to the refrigerator.

“Did either of you dunces make food?” Silence is the only thing that greets you. Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you turn to look at the men. Murayama’s mouth is wide open, gaping as he looks from you to your brother. The other questions his friend’s reaction, shrugging at you before leaving to shower. “Is that a no, then?”

Murayama is suddenly stomping your way, determination hitting every inch of him. Carelessly — but still gently enough to not hurt you — he pulls your left wrist to sit parallel with his own. “When we met…” he says through gritted teeth, “this could be the age we met.”

Your little 11 is side-by-side with his 13. You did meet then ; springly children who were already worrying about soulmates and new coloring books simultaneously. You gulp, your hands turning into fists as you think it over.

And, really, it’s so embarrassing how quickly you jump on him. Your clothes are still a disheveled, slept in mess ; face still puffy and voice still groggy. You know it’s not perfect — not the right, ideal time — but you leap forward and kiss Murayama anyways.

A gasp leaves his mouth as you settle against him, your tattooed wrists brushing and burning once more. You pull away briefly — only to grin at the way he chases after you — and give in immediately to kiss him again. Lightly tugging him away by his hair this time, you eye him for a minute. “This is real — we could be real?”

Murayama grins roguishly, pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t pull away much, only enough to whisper, “think we've been real for a while.” Your grin meets his as you kiss him again.

——♡—— ofc this is for all my h&l loves @straysugzhpe @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @high-lowincorrect muah muah muah!! hopefully ill get done with this series soon bc i didnt expect to take this long <;/3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#💝 : soulmate au’s #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x y/n #murayama yoshiki drabbles #murayama yoshiki x reader #high&low x reader #high&low #high&low the worst #high & low x reader #high & low #high & low the worst #high and low x reader

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fireofjudgement · 1 year

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New Territory (Part 1)

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Fandom: High&Low

Pairing: Murayama x f!reader

Summary: You and Murayama have been friends for years, and you knew him better than anyone else. So, when the both of you started a relationship, you expected everything, but for him to disappear for over a month only to come back with a shocking announcement.

Word count: 3073

Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of masturbation (f), mentions of sex but no actual smut in this chapter, mentions of cheating and breaking up, their relationship is..complicated

A/N: I initially wanted this request to be short and sweet, but my brain came up with this whole story, so here we are. To whoever requested it, I still hope you enjoy it!

"You know..You could just break up with him..Have you even considered that option?"

Taken aback by your friend's blunt answer, you paused what you were doing, putting the glass you were holding back on the counter. This was not the conversation you were hoping to have when you called them to ask for advice on your relationship with Murayama.

"And why would I ever do that? Which part of 'I think I'm in love with this man' did you not understand?"

"Y/n, are you serious? Oh, you are? Alright then, let's see. How about the part where he hasn't called you in a week? Or the part where you still haven't been to his apartment despite dating for over 3 months now, and being friends for literal years?"

You couldn't help but sigh at their sarcastic, yet not completely unreasonable answer. You wanted to say something, tell them that they're wrong, or that they don't understand but..the sad reality was that you didn't even know where you were currently standing with Murayama. Hell, you didn't even know if the two of you were still together. Overwhelmed by it all, you chose the cowardly way out and told your friend that your boyfriend hasn't contacted you for a little over a week, but it has been almost three now. No calls, no messages, no dates. No 'good morning' and 'good night' texts. If it wasn't for the pictures you still had on your phone, you would almost believe that it was all a dream, and that the two of you have never really been together.

"He probably has his reasons.." was all you decided to say. The tone of your voice betrayed you, it was easy to tell you couldn't even manage to convince yourself.

"Oh, I'm sure of that! And probably not just one, but a whole bunch! All of them have his last name, one of them maybe even has a ring on their finger matching his. He-"

"Hey, I hate to interrupt you, but I have to go. Thanks for all the great advice and support.." You quickly ended the call, unable and unwilling to listen to your friend's accusations. You weren't stupid, you knew Murayama's behavior was concerning and you knew that you deserved respect, especially from a partner. But you also knew the world wasn't black and white. Life wasn't. People had their flaws, their problems, and different ways to deal with them. Murayama has never let you down before - not during your friendship, not during your 'what are we' phase and not during your, admittedly still new, relationship. Whatever was happening, you would let him explain the situation and listen to what he had to say, before forming an opinion and making any decisions.

But that would be a difficult task with him not picking up the phone, or texting you back. As much as you wanted to give him a chance, you couldn't do that if he didn't ask for one. It's been almost a month now since you've last seen him and, with how secretive and reserved he's acted, you doubted that would change anytime soon. Maybe your friend was right, maybe you were naive. Maybe he was just playing you - a pleasant distraction from a mundane everyday life, maybe from a failing marriage, or unwanted parenthood. Or all of the above. There was no way for you to tell until he contacted you again.

Determined to give him the benefit of the doubt, but unwilling to just sit around and put your life on hold while waiting for him to reach out, you decided to put your phone down, stop stressing about the situation and enjoy yourself. Life was already chaotic and messy enough, you didn't need another failed relationship added to the mix. And so, between one meeting and another, between hanging out with friends you haven't seen in a while, and visiting places in your city you've always wanted to visit but never had the time, money or excuse to go to - you finally managed to find some peace. You didn't forget about Murayama of course, even though he most likely forgot about you, or so it seemed at least, but your life stopped revolving around him. You finally felt in control of your own fate again.

But with this newfound peace, new energy, came a bittersweet realization - you were alone in this relationship. If you could even still call it that. For the whole time you were trying to clear your mind and find yourself again, you had to put in effort and actively choose to not think about him every single day, every passing minute. It was hard and it took you a while, all while he just didn't seem to care at all, abandoning you with such ease. Maybe your gut feeling was right, maybe something did happen to him, but now you were less willing to continue justifying his behavior. Afterall, something might have happened to you too, you could need his help, his support. And he simply wasn't there.

Still torn but getting progressively annoyed with the man's way of treating you, you finally decided to rip off the bandaid and say goodbye to a beautiful friendship, a rocky relationship, and a man you'd never thought would reciprocate your feelings in the first place. And maybe you were right. But this wasn't the time for nostalgia, you knew that if you didn't act now you'd probably back out, so you quickly took out your phone and started typing out the message, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to escape, and give away how insecure you actually were about the decision you just made.

Finally done, you turned off your phone and left it on the nightstand by your bed. He wasn't going to answer anyway, you told yourself, so there's no point in waiting for it. Instead, you decided to take a nice, long and relaxing bath, put on some nice clothes and go out. Treat yourself. Celebrate being single again, even if deep down you knew it wasn't by choice, as much as you were trying to convince yourself otherwise. But a little play pretend wouldn't hurt, you'd go back to reality tomorrow. Today was all about you.

However, not even half an hour later your mind already started to betray you, promptly followed by your body. Laying in the bathtub, letting the warm water embrace you, you couldn't help but wonder why your..ex.. has never allowed for the two of you to go any further than just making out, fully clothed and preferably without touching each other's bodies. It never worried you while you were still together, you were actually quite happy to finally have met a gentleman, someone who didn't only care about the size of your tits, and what kind of underwear you were wearing that day, if any. He never treated you like an object, never acted in a creepy or perverted way, never tried to push you out of your comfort zone..For some reason you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was all just a facade.

But it just didn't make sense, no matter how you looked at it. If he had another partner or even a spouse and was seeing you on the side, then he was already cheating on them. Why not go all the way? And if he found someone else after the two of you got together, how could he know they were a better match if he's never even had sex with you in the first place? Besides, you were almost a hundred percent sure that if he wanted to date someone just as a side piece, he wouldn't choose you. The two of you went all the way back, your friendship lasting longer than any of your previous relationships. You knew him better than he knew himself. It just didn't make sense, and no matter how much you tried to deny it or distract yourself, it was killing you to not know his true motives.

Along with those thoughts came different, more..carnal ones. Ever since you realized your feelings for Murayama were more than just friendly, you wondered what kind of lover he'd be, if the two of you ever became an item. Would he be gentle - slow and sensual but still passionate, cherishing every moment spent together? Or would his hands and lips attack your body the moment you'd come back from work, dragging you to the bedroom before you'd even have the chance to protest, and not letting you out until the break of dawn? Just imagining what he'd do to you, what he was capable of, caused your hand to slip between your legs, skilled fingers quickly setting a pace that would send you over the edge in no time if you didn't stop yourself.

It was with a long sigh and slight hesitation that you withdrew your hand, somewhat ashamed of your immature thoughts and actions. Murayama wasn't your boyfriend anymore, as far as you were concerned he wasn't your friend either, so you shouldn't waste your time and energy on him and some absurd fantasies. In fact, you should get out of the bathroom and start getting ready, if you still wanted to get into a decent restaurant or club. The more time passed, the more certain you were that staying home alone tonight wasn't a good idea. Not in this state, not with these thoughts roaming your mind and affecting your body.

After leaving the bathroom and putting on your favorite outfit, you decided to pick a place to spend the night and call an Uber. That's when you realized, you can't really do that without your phone. With a sigh of defeat, you grabbed the device and turned it back on, the cheery music more than inappropriate, considering your current mood. After more than an hour, you were expecting some new notifications, maybe a couple texts. You most certainly weren't expecting 13 missed calls and 41 unopened messages, all of which coming from the same number. Murayama.

A wave of anxiety hit you all of a sudden, your brain struggling to process the fact that your..ex? boyfriend? just reached out to you after over a month of no contact. Reading through his messages sent you on an emotional roller-coaster, going from confusion to anger to sadness and despair, basically begging for you to give him another chance, begging you to hear him out. A thousand different thoughts, different questions and emotions attacked your brain all at once. You felt yourself spiral. It just wasn't fair. How many times have you tried to contact him, begging for him to come see you? And how long have you then spent on accepting he wouldn't, trying to move on, only for him to suddenly come back? It was too late to come back now.

But, as much as you despised how he acted towards you, especially after being friends for years, you still loved the man, you really did. And you wanted to know what, or who, was so important that he couldn't even send you a single message for a whole month. So, against your better judgment, you texted him back and agreed to meet him, but it had to be today, it had to be now or you'd be gone from his life forever. Even through text your tone didn't leave much room for arguing. Murayama had to notice it too, because he agreed to your conditions without hesitation.

Twenty minutes later, and five minutes late to your meeting, you arrived at the restaurant he picked. Nothing too fancy, a cozy little establishment, not too crowded, so the two of you could have some much needed privacy. Not knowing what to expect, you tried to prepare yourself for every possible outcome during your ride, from meeting Murayama's secret wife and children, to learning that your entire relationship was just the topic of a bet with his buddies from Oya. No matter what it was, you were determined to not show any emotions, just hear him out, say your peace and leave.

But your facade quickly crumbled when you saw him at the table, staring you down in excitement, a big smile on his handsome face. You were once again reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place, but the memories were rather bittersweet, tainted by the pain he's caused you. The whole situation was awkward to say the least - you wanted to hug him, kiss him but also yell in his face, ask him what on earth you did to deserve such treatment. But you didn't do either. Instead you just quietly sat down, avoiding any physical contact or even eye contact. You came here to listen - you've done enough talking. It was his turn now.

"You look really pretty.." he started, his tone quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to speak.

"I know, but thank you." His smile quickly faded, turning into a frown. It was hard for you to act so heartless towards him but you couldn't afford to let your guard down again. He wasn't going to win you over with cheap compliments.

"Y/n, I'm sorry..I know I hurt you, I know I shouldn't have just ghosted you but..I did have my reasons. I'm really sorry." He started again, after a long moment of silence.

"Reasons?" Your raised voice gathered a few concerned and disapproving looks from the people at nearby tables, causing you to calm down a little and remind yourself that you came there to listen to him. "I'm not sure avoiding your girlfriend for an entire month can be justified by any..reasons..especially after everything we've been through together." You added, this time in a much more calm manner.

"I know..I'm not trying to justify anything, I'm just..I don't know what to tell you, I know I fucked up."

"How about you tell me the truth for a change..why did you avoid me all this time?"

"I..I can't. It's too embarrassing." His last words barely a whisper. You were baffled. He basically begged for you to come see him, to hear him out and now this? What kind of game was he playing?

"So why the fuck did you make me come all the way here? Are you getting off to this? To my pain and anxiety? Seeing me hurt and angry?" You didn't care about other customers anymore, you were pissed and you felt humiliated. This wasn't the Murayama you fell in love with.

"No, no! I wanted to see you because I love you, I care about you and I..I can't imagine my life without you, y/n..But I..I just didn't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Before you could answer, say anything, he suddenly got up and started to make his way to the door, leaving you shocked and confused. You called out to him a few times but to no avail. He left without explaining anything and you would be angry, you should be angry, but his last words caught your attention. What did he mean by someone like him? It couldn't possibly be about Oya or S.W.O.R.D., you talked about it before you were even together, and you've never judged him for it or told him to abandon his friends. That couldn't be it.

At this point you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. You had to know what he was hiding from you, what was so important and so embarrassing that he couldn't even talk to you about it, couldn't even look you in the eyes. Determined to solve this mystery once and for all, you decided to break a promise you gave him years ago and go to the one place you knew he was going to have to go to eventually. His apartment. He told you the address at the start of your friendship but on the same day he made you promise you'd never go there, unless it was an emergency. To be fair, this was an emergency. Your last chance to get any closure before he'd disappear from your life forever.

However, you only knew the address, he never gave you a key, so when you finally arrived at your destination, and realized Murayama hasn't come home yet, you were stumped. You refused to leave, not when you managed to see him after all this time, not when you were so close to getting an answer. You'd wait as long as needed and you wouldn't leave without getting one. At that point you didn't even care what the answer was, you just had to know. He owed you at least that much. Otherwise you didn't think you could ever trust a man again, most definitely not Murayama.

And so you've waited, minutes turning into hours, your anger and anxiety slowly dissipating, your mind becoming more clear after you calmed down. A gentle but firm grip on your shoulder woke you up from a nap you didn't even know you were taking. How long have you been there, sitting on the staircase leading to his apartment? You didn't know, your face heating up with embarrassment at the realization. You could only hope none of his neighbors saw you.

"Y/n?!" Murayama was as surprised as you. "What are you doing here? How long have you been sitting here? Are you okay?"

His last question made your heart skip a beat, your expression softening. Maybe, just maybe, he did still care about you after all.

"I dunno.." You mumbled, hesitantly taking his hand and allowing him to help you get up. "I just wanted to know why you were avoiding me..What I've done for you to hate me so much.." You confessed, your voice breaking, tears already gathering at the corners of your eyes, threatening to escape.

"I don't hate you, you silly..I love you. I always have." With that, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, until your body was almost completely covered by his. Despite everything, you've never felt as safe as you did at that moment. He always knew how to calm you down, even if it was him causing your distress. "Come on, let's go in."

#please the gif #that little smirk #i didn't really care about him all that much in the movies but this request got me looking disrespectfully #high and low #high&low #high and low murayama #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x reader #high and low fanfiction #high and low x reader

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prodbyblush · 1 year

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Hello, I saw that the requests are open and how would murayama be with his shy girlfriend? ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

ｎｏｗｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・requested

→ fem!reader • in murayama's eyes, you are an adorable cutie that must be protected at all costs! • will always give you the affections you are craving for. he beams with confidence when your hands are clutching on the lower hem of his jacket. • a gentle giant with you. • when the others aren't around, he indulges on teasing and flustering you. • he likes seeing your cute reactions! • obviously has a soft spot for you. tough exterior with the part time students but a big baby around you. • won't let seki or furuya around you because they might spill stupid shit he's done in the past. • is quick to rescue you when receiving unwanted attention. • one thing's for sure the other part time students wouldn't let the sight of murayama being a cinnamon around you die down. • will constantly bring it up until he shushes them.

#high&low #high and low #murayama x reader #murayama yoshiki #yoshiki murayama #yoshiki murayama x reader #murayama x y/n #murayama yoshiki x reader #oya kou #oya high

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sollattes · 8 months

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"Just a dream"

murayama yoshiki x reader

warnings: usual hnl fic violence, mentions of dying and just hurt to comfort

Murayama was walking around the streets of oya when he saw a bunch of guys crowding an area and beating someone up, but it seemed like the one they were beating up was not fighting back.

He didn't like one sided fights because that would be considered as bullying, he didn't like bullies.

He got near the group of guys and told them off. They turned to him, and he recognised their uniform as part of a rival school gang. The group of men turned to murayama turned pale and cowardly ran.

Murayama went to see who they were beating up. He noticed a familiar shine on their fingers, as he got nearer and nearer. There, he was faced with the sight that he feared he most.

There right infront of him was your bloody, bruised body, a plastic bag covering your head, your breathing was stuttered, it was clear that you were struggling to even breathe let alone with a plastic bag covering your head.

Murayama slowly took another step towards you , kneeled down, and took off the plastic bag that was covering your head, and it revealed the sight that he dreaded the most.

There. Right in front of him was his lover's bloody, wounded, bruised face, and there was a large gaping wound on the crown of their head, he coudnt even recognise them without the ring that the he gave them.

Murayama was slowly filled with rage as he watched his lover struggle to even breathe. He clutched their body into his chest and shouted, his shout was full of nothing but grief and anger.

"M-murayam-ma..." They tried to speak but their voice came out as nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"Sshhh baby, s'okay, I got you" murayama held them as if they're this fragile, porcelain doll.

"I lo-love y-y-you y-y-yoshiki, I-i-i love you t-too m-m-m-much" once again a hoarse whisper came out of them, they gave one last breathe, still happy that they get to die in the embrace of the man they loved the most.

Murayama felt their body go limp in his arms. He quickly checked on them, but it only just confirmed that they're gone.

Murayama broke down, sobbed and sobbed until the sun came up, just holding onto their dead body, still not accepting that they're gone.

He wished that this was all a nightmare. He wanted to wake up now, so he did.

[...]

Murayama woke up in cold sweat and soft hands rubbing his back.

He quickly looked to who it was to his relief and sanity. It was none other than his lover.

Before murayama woke up, you were already awake due to him thrashing around and his whimpers.

You tried waking him up, but no avail. You were gonna try on waking him up again, but he already shot up, awake in cold sweat and breathless.

"Yoshi, you okay-," you were cut off with murayama throwing himself to you, hiding his head on your chest, "WHOA okay you are definitely not" you continued to rub his back for comfort.

You didn't need to or want to ask if murayama had his moments like this. You knew he just needed you to be there for him, and you were okay with that.

You moved murayama to lay down with him still on your chest, still quietly sobbing. You still just end stroking his back and head occasionally whispering assurance and sweet nothings.

Murayama kept trying convince himself that it was all just a dream, that the reality is that you're here, you're alive, you're breathing, that his laying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat while feeling your stomach raise up and down gave him slowly the assurance that youre well, you're okay, though I don't think that the scar on the crown of your head will ever dissappear.

#high and low #high and low fic #high and low the worst #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x reader #i just have aot of yamada yuki brain rot rn so here a murayama fic

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c2e2r2nsblog · 10 months

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Manga murayama boyfriend Headcanon ❤

❣ Murayama would have been a great boyfriend in live action but I feel like the manga version would be better

❣ Because I think the manga version is more mature and smart

❣ He used to make a necklace of you hairpins and wear it around his neck for luck.

❣ I feel like he called you my little baby because your body would be too small for his muscular and big body

❣Only seki and furuya could know your relationship

❣ I feel like manga murayama knows how to draw and I think he used to draw you all the time

❣ I think manga murayama would gladly agree to be your model if you like to take pictures or if you like to draw or if you like sewing.

❣ I think he would say something like this, I can't call you mine. I know you won't be just mine but I sincerely wish you were only mine The way you walk, your family, the people who talk to you, I envy you from everything, I would love to be the only person you care about But this impossible

❣ I feel like you would swim him in an ocean together

❣You'd probably go to an ocean shore together most of the time. He liked to be alone with you

❣ I think the kind of girl he would fall in love with would not judge him, would help him develop and A girl who can be childish with him

❣his Love language would be physical touch and spending quality time

❣ I feel that he will love to have sex with her girlfriend, this is one of the ways to show her love

❣ likes to do things with your hair

❣ You're the only one allowed to have his hair touched

❣ She used to try to put on your make up (it gets bad every time)

❣ has a box where he hides everything you give him (Even if it's a piece of stone he will be hidden)

Bonus:

Hehhehhehe

#high&low #murayama #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #murayama yoshiki x reader

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onlyrains · 11 months

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Hello, I had a request about murayama❤🥳 an elegant and kind girl is appointed to the oya high school as the school nurse. Murayama realizes that he has fallen in love with this girl Also, how would the people in oya high treat this girl?

a/n: hi! i'm so sorry it takes so long for me to make it :( i decided to make a narration fic instead of hcs! it's longer than usual but i hope you like it <3 @c2e2r2n

A Beautiful Nightmare

— pairing: murayama x f. reader

— t/w: harsh word

murayama had always been known as the tough and fearless leader of oya kou, surrounded by delinquent men everyday. his thoughts revolved solely around oya kou, and oya kou only. so when he saw a well-dressed young woman entering his territory he almost shocked to death. little did he know that his world was about to take a fascinating turn.

not only did she enter, but she also made the part-time student clean the infirmary room for her without his permission.

“what is this?" he exclaimed, sounding like a squashed rat as he tugged one of his underlings by the collar. he was surely confused and curious about the mastermind behind all this, but somehow, he lost his guts to approach her.

“we’re helping her to clean the room,” the underling replied, stuttering.

“who told you to?”

he shook his head. “no one. we offered ourselves.”

murayama clicked his tongue as he released the tug, then walked the other way, leaving his underling in confusion.

“what is going on? who is she?” he whines as he entering the classroom with furuya and seki inside.

“huh?” furuya sit next to him. “they aren't joking about the nurse?”

murayama grunts, “why am i didn't get any idea about this?”

“have you ask her, murayama-san?” seki asks in a full nervous tone in his voice. murayama looks at him and shook his head. “i can't.”

“why?”

why? he doesn't know either. why can't he approach a girl when he can easily reach daruma ikka by himself?

he didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he swiftly headed back to the infirmary room with furuya and seki by his side. the next thing he knew, a smaller figure stood in front of him, adorned with a white cloak and greeted him with a serene smile.

“are you the leader here? murayama, right?” you asked politely. he hold his breath, your voice was just as mesmerizing as your smile to him until he was stunned and unable answer the question.

“murayama-san?” seki whispered in his ear.

“what's up here? who are you?” he pointed the room behind you.

you bowed a little. “nice to see you, murayama-kun. i'm the new nurse here, starting from today.” his underlings around him cheers and claps happily when you finally officially announce yourself as a part of the school.

“SHUT UP!” furuya shouted and you weren't flinched at all. murayama glanced at your name tag on your right chest then look at your eyes.

“what's going on here?” todoroki appears followed by fujio and tsukasa. they face clearly showing confusedness when they saw you.

you smile again. “hello, i'm the new nurse here. nice to see you.”

“WOOOOOAH?! WE HAVE NURSE NOW?” fujio yelped excitedly. you smile and nod once.

tsukasa, still with furrowed eyebrow, open his mouth. “they hired you?”

you nod again. “yes, the school hired me and you can reach me whenever you need me.”

how funny, murayama chuckles. “you won't have no patients, then.” then he leaves.

days have passed since your arrival and murayama found himself observing you as you took genuine care for his friends, underling, the full-time student. the way you listened to their troubles, and the comfort you offered with your soothing voice. you had an uncanny ability to heal not just their physical wounds but also their emotional scars. air of elegance and a kind heart that shone through you gentle demeanor.

and he knew that he wasn't the one who feel this feeling towards you. the school seemed captivated by your care and grace as well and that's a fair thing.

and today he finally admits to himself that he fully drawn to your presence. it was as if your gentle nature called to a part of him that he had long kept hidden. the tough facade he had always worn suddenly felt inadequate in your presence, and he yearned to unravel the mystery behind your serene smile.

“are you okay?” a soft voice pulled himself back to consciousness. he turned his head spontaneously and found your face inches away from his as you leaned to his side.

he hold his breath while his shock gaze meet yours. “murayama-kun?”

he blinks repeatedly and almost smacked his own cheek for being off guard if you didn't hold his fist.

“aren't you busy?” he asks, try to keep it cool.

“they're fine today and i can rest a bit,” you put your hands back into the pockets of your cloak.

you both stayed silent for two straight minutes, choosing to enjoy the rooftop breeze. at least for you, it was a peaceful moment. however, for murayama, he was actively trying to calm his heartbeat and keep his sanity intact. it was a rare situation where not everyone could witness the calm, collected, and softer side of him. sadly, you were unaware of his true self as well.

“they're not truly sick. they're just want your attention.” he voiced, instantly grab your attention.

“i know.” you replied. “but that's okay. i feel welcomed and they willingly sharing their problems to me. it's a relief, honestly.”

murayama turns his body to face you. “are you planning to stay longer here?”

you shrug. “i don't know. i feel like i will leave eventually but maybe not in the near future.”

“but it's not a safe place. must be a nightmare for you to be here.”

you look at him, which causing him to turn his gaze in another direction. “it's perfect, actually. students here needed someone like me the most.” you said full of confident before cringing. “someone like me—i mean a nurse.” you clarified while chuckling.

that was the first time murayama heard your laughter so closely. it was quite significant to him, causing him to react awkwardly. he couldn't control the rapid beating of his heart and suddenly felt an urge to express his feelings to you.

“ah, i finally found you!” kiyoshi gasped behind you and murayama as he held his cheek.

“eh, what's wrong kiyoshi?”

“i had a fight with fujio,” he said while pouting. “what happened?” you asked.

“nothing. it was just a playful fight.”

murayama glared at him when you tried his cheek to see the bruises.

“oh, your lip slightly chapped,” you say. “let's go to my room.”

“that's for you, murayama. talk to you later.” you pointed a canned soda on the table before going downstairs with kiyoshi.

murayama saw you leaving without expression then chuckle in annoyance. “those stupid assholes.” then grab the soda.

he now admits that he likes you as he swallows the soda you gave him. he can no longer resist your charm, and he finds himself craving your attention. there's nothing you can do about it.

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yuken-gf · 1 year

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spending a day with sword leaders ♡

amamiya kyōdai here

cobra

are we even going to elaborate this, it's obvious

Harleys in Hawaii😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

YOU AND I RIDING HARLEYS IN HAWAII I'M ON THE BACK I'M HOLDING TIGHT WANT YOU TO TAKE ME FOR A RIDE

he would half-planned it

he knew the big picture of where he wants to go with you

but if you request any destination, that's okay too! he would be more than happy to grant your wish

meals at some local diner (because we love the vibe)

would be something that start with the beach and ended on the hills to see the sunset‼️

he always make sure you hug him tight while riding his motorbike

((shit bro i'm going to die))

loves it if you vlog about the whole day

fixes‼️your‼️hair‼️after‼️every‼️ride‼️

you wouldn't even ask it

always helps you put on your helmet

randomly stares at you while you're at the beach and/or hills

and when you asked him what's wrong

he just said "nothing"

of course you want revenge

you stare at him until he asked "what's wrong"

you answered with something like "just admiring my boyfriend"

watch him FLEW

he would be so flustered, you caught him off guard😝

when you parted ways because you need to go home

he would kiss your forehead

"see you tomorrow, my love"

he loves it when you say "text me when you arrived"

he feels loved

rocky

this is so basic but

breakfast, lunch, dinner in 5 stars restaurant

shopping in between

he would be mad if you don't want to buy anything

"please spend my money or i will buy everything for you"

"no buts"

you buy little things that are pretty cheap

and he would be so done like

"fine, i'll choose for you"

walk out from every store with a big shopping bag

"rocky, it's enough"

he wouldn't listen because you didn't listen to him too

get that bag sis🤑🤑🤑🤑

"fine, ill pay you back later"

"go ahead and i'll spoil you more"

he would ask for your opinion when he wants to buy something for himself

"do you think this suits me?"

"which one do you like most for me?"

he knows that you always know the best

your small and shy thank you would make him sigh

"i'd give you the whole planet and it would be still not enough to appreciate your precious presence"

bye he has all 5 love languages

((remind me to make rocky fic))

the dinner would be extraordinary

3 course meal and in the vip seat

he would go for the best seat for city viewing sunset omsgsiahshsu ((blushing))

he holds your hand and thank you for the day and how he's so thankful that he has you by his side

he would also reminds you that he makes money FOR YOU

you would be "isn't that wife privilege"

"we're getting married anytime soon, what's your point"

goofy ahh argument about the money he spent on you again

murayama

café and resto hunting

i assume you ran out of place to date like

murayama gets bored easily

so you have an idea

and he's excited!

you two would look like some food critics because you bring your notes

would be so funny when the café give you some bonuses because they thought you're a food critics😭😭😭😭😭

he's judgyyyy

murayama ramsay

"write down broken aircon babe"

"also the fries are bland as hell, add that to the list"

"the coffee is a joke. i'm way better"

so unserious

you go to the arcade to wait for the next meal time

killing time by competing with your boyfriend

he's pouty but proud at you whenever he loses

so freaking cute

he would consider to take food critics as a job seriously because he feels like he's doing good at it

LITERALLY THE MOST UNSERIOUS BUT SERIOUS AT THE SAME TIME

smokey

all i can think about is dog/cat café date

((bury me in red casket plz))

he will melt when you play with the puppies

but he DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU MELT TOO WHEN HE PLAYS WITH THE PUPPIES GAYT DAYUM

bro is smiley and cute

got you blushing over nothing😭😭😭

im not sorry, because me too😭😭😭😔

cute pics‼️

anti PDA does not exist for a day

he would be so touchy with you

reason: you're adorable and make him want to die so he feels like he need to be clingy

waiting for your snack and drink?

he grabs you by the waist and pull you to his chest so he can lean his head on your shoulders

you would be 😧🤨

"what's wrong, baby?"

he would just hums and snuggle into your neck

😧😧😧😧

shit bro im going to faint don't do that

enjoying the foods while watching puppies n kittens😻😻😻

he would feed you cause he can

so lovey dovey bye

hyuga

listen

sleeping all day

and then a night ride with one of his vintage cars

you can choose your favorite color

both of you don't know where to go, but you just spend the night driving

just enjoying each other's company

some accidently deep talks along the way

late night meals at some random restaurant

y'all joking around so cute

he's in his smiley mood <3

stops somewhere to watch the stars😮‍💨‼️

but you know

watching the stars in your eyes make him feels something

like he would burn the world for you

drive back home at around 4a.m.

if you fell asleep when you arrived at home. he'll carry you to the bedroom😮‍💨😢

kiss your whole face before he joined you to sleep

"i love you"

if you're fake sleeping and said "i love you too"

he would be so flustered

"why are you tricking me?"

he's a big spoon

and he loves give your nape a kiss before he really dozes off

only you know this side of daruma ikka's leader

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star2fishmeg · 8 months

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Your request are open again yey🥳

murayama, how would it be with his girlfriend who is shy about sex, can you write something about it(ʘᴗʘ✿)

ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

Pairing: Murayama Yoshiki x afab!shy!reader

Summary: Murayama with a girlfriend who is shy about sex

Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, petnames (princess, baby), soft sex, pretty vanilla, missionary

Authors note: Thank you so much for your patience!! This went through 3 drafts but it’s finally ready!

Request: above!

Murayama can be quite dense on hints, so he’d probably need his gf to explicitly say something to him to get it

He’s considerate though!! He does think of other’s feelings and tries to figure out a solution where everyone’s happy, but he doesn’t solve everything with his fists

This man is not shy, which is probably why his girlfriend likes him bc she doesn’t have to be the one saying the stuff she finds embarrassing

Murayama would understand though, and he’d do his best to ensure that his gf is comfortable

“You alright, princess?” he asked. She turned her head slightly to see Murayama already looking at her with his puppy dog brown eyes.

Y/n nodded, thighs clenching, “Yeah…just a bit restless…for some reason.” She was not just restless. Her core throbbed, panties wet and stuck to her folds and her face heating up. Yoshiki was oblivious to how attractive his arms were, especially after a workout when the veins popped more than usual.

“Cool,” he nodded, eyes flickering to the way her thighs were clenched, “If something up, you can always tell me, yanno.”

Minutes passed and Murayama could not focus on the TV, y/n's constant shifting in the corner of his eye becoming concerning. Carefully, he scooted closer, startling her a little and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. She sat tensed, deeply exhaling when his hands roamed her backside and the dip in her spine. His eyes settled on her neck and trailed to her face, where her cheeks flushed pink and her own eyes struggling to make contact.

“Baby, you know I ain’t good at hints. But I can read that something’s on your mind,” his voice was soft, barely above a mumble. She shifted over his crotch unintentionally, just squirming in general embarrassment, “So are you gonna tell me? Baby you know I’m here for you.”

Opening her mouth to speak, she closed it again upon seeing the concern written in his eyes. She buried her face into his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders and whispering, “I need you…I need you inside me.”

“Thank god I’m horny too.”

Would be slow and soft if she wanted or would go fast and hard if she wanted that. He’s accommodating to her needs over his own bc he’s a sweet guy when in love

Honestly think he would stumble a lot bc he’s not used to having a shy character around him. He’s grown up around brawling and dudes who yell what they want when they want so he’d probably repeat himself a lot, not out of bad nature but bc it’s a habit

Would hate when she covers her face or body bc he thinks she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and feels so lucky that he was chosen

Hips drawing back and forth in languid drags in and out her pulsing pussy, gummy walls clenching around him like a pleasant embrace. Yoshiki’s lips showered her neck and chest in wet yet loving kisses while his hands pinned her wrists above her head.

“You don’t need to cover yourself from me,” he placed another sloppy kiss to the valley of her breasts, “I love you the way you are, so fucking beautiful.” Y/n’s head could only remain pressed into the sheets, mouth hanging open and letting whimpers and high-pitched moans erupt from the chest. Tits bounced at every rut into her cunt, eventually releasing her hands and feeling them cling around his shoulders, her flushed and fucked out face burying into his neck while her nails clawed into his skin. She could never say it aloud, but every time his cock hit her cervix, adrenaline surged through her body and her head clouded until no coherent thought could be expressed.

“How you doin’, princess?” he rasped, pace only slightly quickening as his release was creeping, “Princess, I need you to use your words.”

“I-I’m…oh!” she wailed, legs gripping around his hips, the splitting feeling making the fact she couldn’t vocalise anything worse, “cumming!” Yoshiki groaned himself, feeling her pussy milk him and his cock leaking thick ropes into the condom. Y/n let his body go, but his hips continued to snap to savour every moment he could when watching his dick slide through her folds and hole.

Always an aftercare king!!

But won’t say anything, he’ll just clean his gf and himself up

On days where he feels like it, he’ll run a bath and lift her in with him, wash her, soothe her. Maybe rub her clit if he’s feeling mischievous

Other days he’ll mop up and dive straight into the bed for cuddles, whispering reassuring praises into his gf’s ear, telling her how well she did, kisses her silly

She sat with her back in his chest, the warm water reaching their waists as they sat in a comfortable silence. Murayama’s hands gently embraced her waist, lips leaving soft kisses on her cheek and neck.

“You did so well, y/n. So pretty,” he held her tighter, leaving kisses up her jaw as she relaxed into his grip, “Can’t get enough of you, I got you.”

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

@straysugzhpe @airbendertendou @strxwberrychocolate @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @rinwhore @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy @rainisawriter @cheshirecatuniverse

[Masterlist]

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#murayama yoshiki x reader #murayama yoshiki smut #yoshiki murayama #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #high&low #high&low x reader #high&low the worst #high and low #highandlow #high & low #oya high #high&low the worst x reader

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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POV : You are dating Murayama and you are from Sannoh

Your Insta 🌟

Liked by murayama,yamato and 128 others

Y/n broo can we just go and eat ??? plzzz @/murayama

|| murayama Bro ? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND

--》yamato unfortunately...

--》y/n Do not even start again!

|| furuya Please just take him before he sleeps 6373. time...

--》y/n yeah yeah we going 🤗

Liked by cobra,chiharu and 121 others

Y/n FINALLYYY 😭💕

|| murayama You didnt wait that long babe

--》y/n shut up

|| chiharu You look so pretty y/n-san

--》y/n thanks chi-chi 💕💕

--》tetsu Cobra-san is waiting for you y/n-san... And he doesnt look so happy...

--》y/n coming 😔

Liked by cobra,dan and 112 others

Y/n He is pouting since i came...

|| murayama why ?

--》y/n He said "it is still not too late" and i said please dont :(

--》murayama too late for what ?

--》y/n to break up

--》murayama oh...

|| cobra i was being serious

--》y/n you always serious 😭

--》yamato he just wants to protect you...

--》y/n its been 1.5 years...

|| noboru dont worry it was just a joke

--》yamato no it was not

--》y/n 😔😭

Liked by todoroki,fujio and 134 others

Y/n He asked me to wait a bit... after beating his kids I guess we finally can go 🤗

|| murayama they are not my kids

--》y/n yeah they are still babies 🥺

--》murayama 😒😒

|| todoroki we are not kids

--》y/n then stop acting like a kid 😌

--》todoroki sometimes i hate you more than him

--》y/n kids are so rude these days...

|| fujio When are you gonna come again y/n-san ? 😍

--》murayama stay away from my girlfriend

--》y/n hey i love this one

--》murayama babe please...

--》fujio i love you too y/n-nee 💕

--》y/n 🥺💕

--》murayama Oi !!!

Liked by murayama,noboru and 126 others

Y/n He looks tired 🥺💕

|| murayama never of you ❤

--》y/n 😭❤

--》yamato 🤢🤢

Liked by dan,tetsu and 129 others

Y/n He texted me "You wanna see snowducks ??" And here he is...

|| murayama heyy they are cute

--》y/n they are not even made of snow 😒

--》murayama 😔

|| tetsu where did you even find them

--》y/n it is a secret 🤫

|| chiharu Did he buy you one ??

--》y/n yess ASGWHXKSKKX

Liked by hyuga,kizzy and 132 others

Y/n damn daruma looks so cool 🤩

|| murayama oh no

--》y/n YESS

|| cobra pick UP YOUR PHONE

--》y/n 🤩🤩🤩

--》yamato you really are gonna be his early death...

|| chiharu can we go together againn ???

--》y/n sure ;)

--》tetsu No you idiots...

|| hyuga it was nice to see you, y/n-chan. Come again 🥳

--》y/n 🥳🥳

--》murayama cobra will kill me

--》cobra damn i will

Liked by yamato,noboru and 123 others

Y/n oh no he looks scary :((((

|| murayama Was he too angry ?

--》y/n he was worried 😔

|| cobra ....

--》y/n im sorry and love you Cobra-nii :(

--》cobra i love you too y/n but please dont get me worried like this again 💕

--》y/n 💕💕

|| tetsu y/n is the only one that cobra-san can not get angry 😒

--》y/n 😛😛

Liked by murayama,seki and 131 others

Y/n we are cute 🥺💕

|| murayama you are cute and pretty and beautiful and everything nice....

--》y/n stoop 😭💕

|| tetsu actually they are really cute

--》cobra no.

Liked by tetsu,fujio and 125 others

Y/n so fucking lucky to have you 💕

|| murayama I love you angel ❤

--》y/n ❤

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #high and low the worst #hnl #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #murayama x reader #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x reader #yoshiki Murayama #yoshiki Murayama x reader #cobra x reader #cobra #sannoh hoodlum squad #sannoh rengokai

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banananuttrash · 1 year

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Your account is so cute😭 if you're getting requests, won't you write something about it when murayama is dating hyuga's younger sister?

You're It

Prompt: When something happens to you, your secret boyfriend has no choice but to make sure that you are okay and your brother knows, even if it means revealing your relationship.

Warnings: fluff & angst

Request: Yes

Pairing: Murayama Yoshiki x Female Reader ; Hyuga Norihisa x Sister Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: First request, hope you like it. I'm not gonna lie, I had no idea what to write then and I was just like angst lol. Also, in no way, shape, or form am I a medical expert, just giving a heads up.

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"Yoshiki… I have to go. I'm supposed to meet Hyuga later."

Your boyfriend, Murayama, is lying with his head on your lap not making any movement whatsoever. He also lets out a slight snore which you know he is faking.

As you stare at him, a mischievous idea pops into your head. You lean down, peck his lips, and hold them there for a little before leaning back.

When you look back at his face, you notice his subtle smile and how he pouts his lips a little, which makes you smile.

"Aww, too bad you're sleeping. There's more where that came from," you say, smirking at him.

He slowly sits up and pretends to stretch. You roll your eyes at him and stand up. Murayama stands and holds your wrists in his hands. He turns you towards him and you see a pout, "I am up now."

"And I have to go…" you reply with a smile.

He then wraps his arms around your waist and says, "Do you have to?"

You nod, "My brother is waiting for me."

Murayama sighs, "I guess. I'll walk you out."

"Okay."

You both start walking together while holding hands outside of the school and into the neighborhood. Even though you two are just walking and holding hands, this makes your heart swell. Just spending time with Murayama is enough for you.

It was interesting when you first started dating. Being Hyuga's sister, your bold personality resembles his a lot. This led you to confess to Murayama first. One day you showed up at Oya High and demanded to see him. When his lackies led you to him, you told him in front of everyone that you thought that both of you should date.

At first he was a little hesitant because of your brother, but then you convinced him to go out on 3 dates with you. Let's just say he fell for you fast.

"You can head back. I'll catch a taxi back home," you say, stopping and turning towards Murayama.

"Are you sure? I can wait with you," Murayama replies with slight concern.

You give him a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine. I'll text you once I grab a taxi and I get off."

"Alright." He leans in and places a small kiss on your forehead, "See you."

You wave at him and start walking away, making your way out of the neighborhood.

Not long after you say your goodbyes, Murayama is close to the school. As he's walking, he suddenly starts to hear sirens wailing. Usually it doesn't bother him when he hears them, since they're in the neighborhood often. However, this time, something felt off.

Just to make sure, he picks up his phone and dials your number. The first time, you don't pick up so he starts getting a little nervous and starts walking back to where you separated.

He calls you again and this time the call gets answered. He starts with, "Oi, you okay? I hear-"

A female voice cuts him off, "Do you know the owner of this phone?"

Murayama stares at his phone before answering, "Yes, who is this?"

Then the woman responds with, "This young woman has just been in a car accident. She was hit by a car. She is being taken to Oya Hospital to be treated. If you are a family member, you should come as soon as possible. If not, I would let her family know as soon as possible."

If it's even possible, Murayama feels his heart drop and a ball form in the back of his throat.

His phone slips from his hands and he begins to run. He doesn't care how far the hospital is. Doesn't care about all the people watching him as he runs by. He doesn't care about the fact that he almost gets run over by a car. He just keeps running.

He doesn't know how long it takes, but he finally gets to the hospital. His legs are on fire and he's taking as many breaths as he can to bring down his heart rate. However, none of that matters because the only thing that is on his mind is you.

He walks up to the front desk and says, "A young woman was brought in. She was in a car accident. Hyuga Y/N, that's her name."

The nurse looks at him for a second before looking at the computer to check. After a couple of seconds, she looks back up and replies, "Yes, she was brought in about 10 minutes ago. She's currently in the operating room."

Murayama feels tears prickle his eyes, "What's her condition?"

"I cannot disclose her condition unless you are a family member," the nurse replies.

Without a second thought, Murayama says, "I am her brother." He didn't care that he had just lied. He needs to know.

The nurse clears her throat before speaking, "She came in a critical state. She came with a concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a fractured leg. I don't know anything else. You can wait outside the operating room until the surgeon is done."

The nurse gives Murayama the information about where the operating room is, but before he starts to head that way, the nurse pulls out a bag and hands it to him, "These are the things that were on her person."

Murayama grabs the bag and makes his way to the waiting area for the operating room. He sits down and it takes a lot for him to not break down. He has not told you yet, but he has fallen in love with you. He loves your personality. The way that you're not afraid of stating what you want. Even though you're very tough on the outside, he loves how he has seen your soft and loving side as well. He knows that he does not want anyone else in life. You're it. He has been meaning to tell you his feelings, but he's nervous that it may scare you away.

A vibration brings him out of his thoughts. He notices your phone lights up within the bag. As he grabs it out of the bag, he sees that your brother sent you a message asking where you are.

Murayama takes a deep breath, and thinks to himself how this is really going to suck.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hyuga is sitting down on his phone. He just texted you to see where you were. You are a pretty quick responder, so he was a little concerned when you didn't respond back.

His phone starts to ring. He sees your name on the caller ID and picks up, "Oi, where are you?"

There wasn't a response right away, which makes Hyuga a little suspicious. Before he calls your name on the phone, a male voice stops him.

"Hyuga."

Hyuga's grip on his phone tightens. "Who the hell are you? Why do you have that phone?"

"It's Y/N, something has happened," the man replied in a low voice.

Hyuga clenches his jaw, still wondering who the hell has his sister's phone and why, but instead of saying anything else, he focuses his priority on you, "What's happened?"

About an hour later, Hyuga found himself at Oya Hospital. Even though every bone in his body wanted to hurt Murayama the moment Hyuga saw him, he decided against it.

He walks up to Murayama and clenches his fist, "Any update on her?"

Murayama looks at him for a second before turning away and shaking his head. Before Hyuga could ask him anything else, a nurse came out and called your name, "Hyuga Y/N."

Hyuga and Murayama both walk up to the nurse. As they near her, Hyuga says "Yes, I am her older brother."

She looks at Hyuga and replies, "She is done with surgery and has been placed in a room.

You can see her in room 326 on the third floor. We were able to fix her ribs and the fracture she had in her leg. She also suffered a concussion. We've done all she can and all she needs right now is time to rest."

When the nurse finishes talking, Hyuga and Murayama head to the third floor and to the room where you are being held.

Once they found the room, Hyuga immediately ran into the room, but Murayama stopped himself from entering the room, the moment he saw you lying in the bed unconscious. He decides that it may be best to leave you some time with your brother and decides to take a walk around the hospital.

Inside the room, Hyuga pulls up a chair next to you. As he stares down at you, he can't help but feel his heart heavy. He is so used to you being loud and always expressing your opinions. Seeing you lying there unconscious is very weird for Hyuga.

Hyuga grabs your hand and whispers, "Baka. Why did you have to go and get yourself in this state?" He narrowed his eyes at you before saying, "I'm scared to ask what you were doing here in Oya and especially with that guy."

Hyuga gives you a small smile and then whispers, "Just get better soon, okay?"

It was around an hour before Murayama finally had the courage to go in. When he eventually gets back to your hospital room, Hyuga is no longer inside.

He walks inside and sits down next to you. Murayama grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He feels his eyes tear up a little as he says, "I should have walked with you. It's my fault. This wouldn't have happened if I had just walked you and made sure you got into the taxi. I'm sorry."

Murayama stares at you for a minute before taking a deep breath and whispering, "Y/N, you're it for me. Whenever I'm not with you, all I do is think about you and when's the next time I'll see you again. Whenever I fight someone, all I can think of is you yelling in my ear later about how stupid I am for picking a fight. You're the only one who's crazy enough to even consider a guy like me. You may have asked me out first, but just know that I fell harder for you."

Murayama takes a hand and slowly and carefully brushes your cheek with his thumb. As he sees you look so peaceful, he whispers, "Y/N… I love you."

A couple of seconds of quiet pass by before Murayama hears a gag sound. He looks to the door and sees Hyuga standing there with his mouth open, tongue out, and his index finger in it, making a fake gag noise.

Murayama lets go of your hand and stands up, "Hyuga… I…"

"How long?" He asks expectantly.

Murayama purses his lips and looks right into Hyuga's eyes, "About 4 months."

Hyuga lets out a low whistle, "Don't know if I should be surprised at Y/N for hiding it for so long so well, or beat you up for even remotely looking at my sister."

There's a couple more seconds of silence. Before Murayama could reply, a small voice said, "I prefer the former."

Hyuga and Murayama both turn to look at you. You have opened your eyes and see them standing staring at each other, now at you.

Hyuga comes right next to you, "How are you feeling kid?"

Those few words make you realize how dry your mouth and throat feels, so you reply with, "Thirsty. I would like some water please."

Murayama quickly replies with, "I'll get it." He turns around and walks out without ever meeting your eyes, which you frown at a little.

As he walks out, Hyuga takes a seat next to you. "I kinda wanna punch you for hiding this from me, but I'll let you recover first."

You look at him and give him a guilty smile, "Are you mad?"

He looks at you for a moment, before looking away, "He's not the worst guy you could've picked. He's decent."

You smile, knowing that's his response saying that he approves, even if it's not 100%.

"Anything else I need to know?"

"Nope."

Murayama came back with the water and you drank. Sensing a little tension from him, I gave Hyuga a look, meaning to leave us alone for a bit. He got the hint and said, "I'll be right back."

When he leaves and closes the door, the room goes back into silence. You want to say something, but no words form in your mouth. Murayama beats you to it by saying, "It's my fault, I should've made sure you got to the taxi. I was careless."

You scoff lightly and put a hand over his, "Yoshiki, of course it's not your fault. Things happen, and in this case it was unfortunate."

"But if I had-"

You gave him a stern look, "No buts."

He gives you a small smile and sits down while holding your hand. You sit there quietly before Murayama says,"You had me really worried. I didn't know what to do or if you were even going to be okay. I couldn't stop thinking about the worst-"

"Yoshiki…"

He looks into your eyes.

You gulp and say, "I love you too."

You can see his eyes widen a little in surprise. Then he says, "You heard me?"

You giggle, "Yes. I was awake the whole time."

He pouts and says, "Baka. You should've said something."

"Eh, it was nice hearing you pour out your feelings for me. Very reassuring of my awesome charm."

He rolls his eyes and then whispers, "Well then I'll tell you again…" He leans into you and presses a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, "You're it for me."

You put your hand up and place it against his cheek, "You're it for me too babe. There's no one I want but you."

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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I MISS THE WAY YOU SAY MY NAME! [the way you bend ; the way you break] ♡ murayama yoshiki

synopsis ; running into your ex seems to set off a chain of events — ones he could have prevented.

cw : darker content than usual! kidnapping [not by yama] , yakuza boss!murayama , manipulation , mind-break , probably not as good as you're hoping </3 , exes to lovers if you squint

dedicated to @straysugzhpe happiest of birthdays, bestie! ♡ released this later than i wanted to but i digress <3

song inspo ; the death of peace of mind by bad omens

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The streets of SWORD weren’t new to you. They were where you grew up ; where you met your first love and he broke your heart. Not purposely, you think ; he told you long distance wouldn’t work, wouldn’t keep you as connected as he needed to be.

Your friends told you it was a bad relationship anyways ; a toxic, nasty thing you were lucky didn’t fester into more. But, you didn’t believe that. Sure, he was protective and always made sure to have one hand holding you at all times. He was never afraid to get bloody hands and bruised knuckles just for you. It was innocent — sweet and reassuring to your pre-adolescent mind.

Letting out a sigh, you twist and turn in the mirror. The outfit you’d chosen was snug, but still comfortable enough to move in. Taking a break from school would be fun — relaxing. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Coming back to your hometown of SWORD would be fine — there would be a slim chance anyone you grew up with stayed, anyways.

Taking in a deep breath, you shut and lock your door, heading to the Daruma district. The Rascals district was a bit too far from your hotel for your comfort, so you stayed close by. The bass in the club was booming when you arrived, nodding your head to the beat absentmindedly as you were welcomed in.

Eyes were cemented into you as soon as you stepped through the door. Sliding down your figure and focusing on the curves of your body as you drifted through the club’s crowd. You ignore the stares, moving to the bar to grab a drink to calm your nerves.

Looking around the club as the bartender made your drink, you frown. This place felt unfamiliar — new ; changed. The decor was modern ; songs playing overhead none you knew ; the people surrounding you even seemed different. Coming back to your hometown was supposed to bring fond memories to the forefront of your mind, not confusing emotions swirled with anxiety.

Something about the club seemed dangerous. A dark cloud leering over as shady glances are exchanged and people are led to a more private area. The music was too loud to start a conversation, let alone overhear anything you weren’t meant to.

You were starting to regret this — only a little bit.

As your drink is slid over, you take a hefty gulp. Only to choke when your eyes connect with a pair you knew too well. Murayama Yoshiki is staring your way, a cigarette perched between his lips as he ignores the people talking to him. When your eyes meet, he tilts his head as if daring you to make your way over.

You do the opposite ; spinning to face the bar as you down your drink.

It’s not long before Murayama is sliding in beside you, elbow leaning on the bar as he gazes at you. You avoid his eyes, staring down at your cup and following its condensation trail with your finger. He hums, “you’re back.”

“Just visiting.” You correct him. Glancing his way, you see his eyes are still wide and pretty as they stare longingly your way. You clear your throat, “I didn’t think you’d still be in town.”

A secret tilts up the right side of his mouth, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Yeah. It wouldn’t be SWORD without a leader.”

“And that leader is you?”

“Who else?” Murayama snorts again — demeaning, it sounds — before knocking back his own drink. He motions to your empty glass before nodding at the bartender for a refill. As the worker gets busy, Murayama focuses his sights back on you — his gaze makes you tremble ; weak the way it had years before. “You jus’ in town to visit? That’s all ; nothin’ else?”

You lick your lips, smiling to the bartender when your new drink is slid your way. “What else would I come back for?”

A harsh, scoff-like laugh leaves his lips. Murayama repeats your question sarcastically, nodding to himself. He sips his drink, looking at you one more time before tapping the bar and standing. “If that’s all, then…”

Just like years before, he was gone without another thought.

Maybe you’d been a little harsher than intended. Seeing your ex again had been a shock, but maybe— no. This is exactly what your friends had told you. He has a way of getting into your head, [name]. You always end up going back.

You twirl your finger around the rim of your glass, frowning as your thoughts overcrowded the music. Was going back such a bad thing, after all? You were happy with Murayama — on the cusp of being in love. He was convinced the distance wouldn’t work — that you’d forget him and find someone better.

You never did — you never would.

Gulping back the rest of your drink, you pay and stand to leave. Curls of dark hair catch your attention and solidify your decision. Stalking after Murayama, you struggle to catch up to him with the crowd. The air is brisk and cold as the club’s door opens for you, taking your breath momentarily until you hear his laugh.

Just before you can tap his shoulder, your mouth is covered and everything goes dark.

——♡——

Your hands are tied behind your back, lips taped shut as you gain consciousness. Heaving in a breath through your nose, you blink a few times before realizing you don’t know where you are ; before remembering what happened. Panic crawls up your throat, coming out as whines against the tape. You struggle with the ropes binding you, your wrists growing raw and sore from the material.

The room you’re in is small, no sign of any windows and only a single door. There’s nothing but a lightbulb that hangs above you, illuminating the small area.

A creak echoes in the room, the door opening slowly to reveal… nothing. No one was standing there. Heaving in a breath in attempt to control your panic, you tug on the ropes a few more times before stopping. Footsteps hit your ears next, tantalizingly slow as they approach the room you’re in.

A mask — there’s a cracked, porcelain faced mask facing you. You inch back quickly, your back hitting the wall too quick for your liking. They inch closer to you slowly, crouching down when they finally get to where they want to be. Your lip trembles underneath the tape, tears filling up your lashline and dripping down your cheeks.

The masked person wipes them softly before standing and leaving abruptly.

No windows ; no telling what time or day it was. The person would only come by once, forcing stale bread in your mouth and tipping hot water into your mouth soon after. You always choked on it, the water dribbling down your chin and to your torso, leaving a trail of hot water in its wake. On their fourth visit, they went as far to tug on the rope binding your hands, tutting sarcastically as if they felt sorry for your situation.

The hotel you were staying in had to have given your room away by now. Your hands were sore, cuticles ripped and bloody from your attempts at leaving. Sniffling, you could feel your face burn with the tears that had made their own tracks on your cheeks. Your mouth was free from the tape now, but still felt chapped and raw.

You hadn’t said a word ; you didn’t dare to.

And then the door slammed open uncharacteristically. You flinched at the noise, eyes staying on the floor to avoid looking at the cracked mask. Heaving breaths echo around the room, stomping feet paralleling the sound as your kidnapper approaches you. Hands grip your upper arms in a tight, bruising hold as they lift you from your sitting position. They’re muttering to themselves, words you don’t bother to hear.

You get to what seems to be a sitting room, the tv playing a missing persons ad of you. Someone knew — they knew you were gone and they were trying to find you. Hope swelled in your chest briefly before dropping. What are the chances they’d find you ; the chances you’d go home alive?

You’re suddenly dropped to the floor as multiple footsteps head your way. The porcelain mask falls to the ground, only a vivid thunk, thunk, thunk! sound hitting the air around you. It stops soon — only after a crunch is heard. Your cheeks are being held by calloused, bloody hands as a voice begs you to focus. You can’t look away ; can only watch as the mask cracks even more.

“Look at me, baby,” it sounds like a whisper. Thumbs tap under your eyes, the hands shake your head gently in order to grab your attention. “It’s me, [name]. Look at me, jus’ me.”

Murayama’s face is the first thing you see. It’s the first thing that greets you outside of a swinging lightbulb ; outside of a porcelain mask ; outside of that dingy, dark room. He rubs your cheeks once more, the stranger’s blood smearing over your tears. “Come back to me, baby.”

“You found me.”

He wants to sob at the sound of your voice. It sounds so broken and cracked ; your voice fighting a whisper and climbing up your throat desperately. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that’s familiar to him ; one you’d get when overwhelmed.

Your hands are untied — they fall to the ground lifelessly as you continue to stare at Murayama. He gulps, hands dropping from your face to lace through your fingers. “Of course I found you. Told you I would.”

“When we broke up,” you lick your lips. There were people in suits streaming past you both ; hushed and loud conversations passing by non-listening ears. Murayama nods, a soft smile on his face as his thumbs brush your knuckles. “You said we’d get back together when the time is right. I remember.”

“Time’s always been right.” It’s hushed, pressed against your forehead as he helps you stand. Numerous people in suits — the FBI, maybe? — allow you both to pass as if you don’t exist. It’s nighttime as you’re led out of the building you were held in, the sky dark and air cold. Murayama crouches between your legs as he makes you sit. A lady takes your temperature and assesses you medically — but your attention is centered on him. He looks down at your intertwined hands, “jus’ let you have a li’l fun first. That’s all.”

You don’t respond. Eyes fluttering, Murayama pulls you to his chest gently, patting the back of your head. “Rest,” he whispers against the night air. “Rest now, you’re safe with me.”

When you wake up, you’re pressed to a cloud-like bed, the scent of Murayama surrounding you. You groan, your throat still sore as you struggle to swallow. A hand guides you to sit, tenderly rubbing your back as you settle. Blinking to your left, a grinning Murayama greets you. “Mornin’, baby. Got some water here for you,” he helps you hold the glass as you take tentative sips. “Breakfast should be on its way soon.”

“Where am I?”

“My place.” He looks around the room as if it’s brand new to him, too. Clearing his throat, Murayama holds your hand in his. “Need’a let you heal for a while, hm?”

You lick your lips again, feeling a little more awake than you were before. You feel more present ; aware as his hands linger and brush around places bruises had been left. “When can I go home?”

“You are home, baby,” he chuckles. Murayama brings your hand up, kissing your knuckles before resting the back of it against his cheek. “I’ll take care of you now, keep you safe.”

“I need to go home, Yoshiki.”

He lets out another laugh — this one sounds cruel ; judgemental as he shakes his head. “This is home.” His eyelashes slide up as he finally meets your eyes with that darkened gaze you’d grown accustomed to. “Jus’ got you back. I’m not lettin’ you leave again.”

You’re pulled to his chest as every other thought leaves your mind. He was right, after all. Murayama was the one to find you — the one who took you from your kidnapper and kept you safe. Snuggling close to his chest, you fight off the hazy, blurred memories of being in that room.

“Okay,” you breathe. A barely there peck is placed on the center of his chest, right beside his heart. You move your face to his neck, arms wrapping around his torso. “I’ll stay here.”

Murayama grins. His plan worked after all, hm? As soon as he spotted you in the club, he knew you’d be coming home to him, one way or another. Hiring a lowly new guy to take you was easy — he did his job well, even if it ended in his death. But, it was all worth it in the end. You were back with him — back where you belonged.

You’re squished closer to his body with a hum. Murayama kisses the top of your head, “‘course you will. You’ll be safe now, [name]. I’ll make sure of it.”

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fireofjudgement · 1 year

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New Territory (Part 2)

Previous chapter

Fandom: High&Low

Pairing: Murayama x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, mentions of abusive relationships and domestic violence, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy trapping, Murayama has a breeding kink (yes, that's the reveal), kissing, mentions of sex but no smut in this chapter, a lot of fluff actually ( with some angst)

"Here you go!" You gladly accepted the hot beverage he offered you. You didn't even realize how cold you were until you entered the room. His apartment was nothing special, it looked exactly like you'd imagine a bachelor's apartment to look like. You could definitely scratch the wife and kids - no woman has ever stepped a foot into this place, of that you were sure. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything? I can get you a blanket or-"

"I'm fine. All I need is for you to be honest with me. I can handle the truth, whatever it is." You assured him, this time looking straight into his eyes. No more excuses, no more escaping. He had to tell you the truth.

"I..I don't even know where to start, to be honest.." he admitted. "It's so stupid, you'll probably just laugh at me and then leave."

"I won't, I promise. I just want to know."

Finally. Something inside him must have broken, because for the first time since you've met him, he finally opened up to you. For the next couple of hours you'd sit there, quietly listening to him talking about his past relationships, how horribly all of them ended and how scared he was about history repeating itself. He struggled to explain why exactly all of that happened, carefully picking each and every word, but after a while he admitted that it was because of his..unconventional sexual preferences. More specifically, his fantasies of purposefully getting a woman pregnant.

"So.. like a breeding kink?" You asked without flinching. You were surprised, to say the least, but also oddly relieved. He wasn't cheating on you, he didn't have a secret life, he wasn't a serial killer either. And he did love you, he loved you enough to be terrified of potentially losing or hurting you. You still weren't really sure what to think about his peculiar interests, but you knew one thing - you weren't going to leave him over something like this. You were shocked to learn how ashamed he was of something so harmless, so much so that he thought he'd have to hide it, or he'd lose you forever.

"Yeah..It was just a fantasy at first, roleplay, I guess. But when I met you, when I realized I'm in love with you..it suddenly became very real. I couldn't stop thinking about getting you pregnant with my child, then another one as soon as you've given birth.. When you mentioned being on the pill, my first thought was to swap it for something else without telling you..That's when I realized how far it all went and decided to ghost you, but I only did it to protect you.." he wasn't looking you in the eyes. He couldn't, but you knew how much pain he was in, you felt it. You were hurt too. Listening to him talk about his ex-girlfriends calling him a freak, a sexual deviant, even throwing a glass bottle at him at one point..He didn't deserve any of that.

"Protect me from what?"

"Myself."

You couldn't handle it anymore. Rising from your seat, you rushed to comfort him, your lips seeking out his.

"And why on earth would you do that when you're the only thing I need?"

His eyes widened in surprise. Your words clearly went against what he expected, but you didn't give him a chance to respond, closing the distance between you, desperate to feel the warmth of his body again. Words were the last thing you needed at that moment. You loved him, you missed him, and you needed him - now more than ever.

A couple hours later, you left his apartment with mixed feelings. On one hand you were ecstatic to have him back, to know the truth behind his disappearance and to finally have him trust you enough to let you touch him, be intimate for the first time since you've met. But on the other hand you were worried..your first time wasn't as exciting and romantic as you've expected and fantasized. It was clear that he was holding back, trying not to hurt you or weird you out, despite assuring him a thousand times that it's okay. That he's okay. Even though both of you finished, neither of you was really satisfied. You could tell how disappointed with himself Murayama was, and it hurt you.

After all was said and done, you've had a long, serious, and long overdue conversation. You admitted to him that you've never thought about children on your own but with him..if he would step up and support you and the baby, you could actually see the two of you starting a family of your own. And then there was the whole sexual aspect of it - you were especially curious about that. Murayama, however, didn't seem too convinced, fear still visible in his eyes.

He asked for you to give him some time to figure everything out, but he also promised that he would never ghost you again, leave without a word. He promised he'd prove to you that he's a good boyfriend and, potentially, a good father. He made it clear that, should you not want children or be into the same things as him, he'd never force or convince you to participate in them anyway. Your consent, wellbeing and happiness were his priorities, so much more important than his fantasies and kinks.

And so you decided to give him a last chance - no more lies, no more excuses. No more ghosting. And so for the next few weeks you slowly tried to rebuild your relationship, giving each other time and space, always being there for the other, always being honest about your doubts, worries and expectations. So far it was going good, you could with all confidence say that you trusted him, the fear of him abandoning you again slowly dissipating, though not completely gone yet. You were trying your best too, making sure he knew how much you loved and appreciated him for who he was, with all his flaws and quirks and kinks.

The only aspect of your relationship still remaining rather unsatisfactory was your sex life. Murayama's trauma from past relationships and the fear of losing you for the same exact reasons turned out to be a bigger problem than you'd originally thought. He insisted on having public dates, your first time remaining your only one up until that point. It annoyed you, admittedly, he was your boyfriend after all and you wanted him. All of him. You were growing tired of only eating at restaurants, only watching movies at the theater, only spending time with him in public. You felt more like his friend rather than his lover. But you endured it all, telling yourself to be patient. As soon as he realizes you won't leave him, no matter what, he'll come around, you were sure of that. You just didn't know that day would come sooner than expected.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning - perfect weather, your schedule free for the whole day, and Murayama right by your side. You wished you could just see him in his apartment instead of a park, but you tried to focus on the positives. There was a certain charm in having a little picnic together, enjoying the sun and each other's company. He even bought you flowers, something nobody else has ever done for you before. You appreciated small gestures like that. Needless to say, the date was going great.

Well, almost perfect. With how beautiful the weather was, it didn't surprise you that the park was full of people - happy couples walking hand in hand, families with children enjoying a day off, older people walking their dogs. Even though you knew these people did nothing wrong - most of them were probably just trying to enjoy their weekend after a long week of work or school, and they had the right to do so, at that moment you wished they'd all stay at home instead. The loud noise, children screaming and dogs barking mixed with the smells - some quite pleasant, others not so much - was definitely taking away from the quality time the two of you were hoping for, and needed so desperately.

You really tried to focus on Murayama, unwilling to let such a small inconvenience ruin your time together, but he knew you too well, immediately noticing that something was wrong. It didn't take long for him to figure out what it was either. It saddened him to see your disappointed, slightly annoyed expression, but he knew it was for the best. He hoped you understood it too. He also hoped you knew how much he appreciated you trying so hard, fighting for your relationship. Nobody has ever done so much for him, nobody has even tried to understand him before.

His emotions have started to take over, his brain full of thoughts about your future together, his heart full of love for you. He wanted to express himself, make sure you know how much he loves you, make sure you feel how much he loves you, but just as he was getting ready to say something, he felt something small but heavy fly right by his face, missing it by mere inches. Murayama was caught off guard, embarrassment hitting him at the realization that he wasn't, in fact, dying an agonizing death, but was simply the target of an impressive, albeit completely misdirected, ball throw. It was hard not to get embarrassed when you looked at him like that, barely able to contain laughter.

Not sure how to react when he was finally approached by the visibly terrified child - who was also the author of said throw - Murayama simply tried to play it off, congratulating them on their skills, and offering to teach them how to aim better next time. Better safe than sorry, right?

You could see the little kid's relief slowly growing into admiration when your boyfriend suddenly got up and joined their game for a short time. The whole scene was so unexpected, so spontaneous and out of character for him, but for some reason you couldn't help but feel touched by the way he interacted with the kids. The way he made them laugh uncontrollably, finally letting loose and laughing along with them. Seeing him like that changed something inside you - you desperately wanted for him to be like that every day from now on. You just had to figure out how to achieve that.

He must have noticed you staring because he soon said goodbye to all the kids and came back to your spot, still a little embarrassed but also visibly happy and in a playful mood. Encouraged by your questions, he started reminiscing about his own childhood, his friends and what they would get up to in their free time. You tried to listen, always eager to learn more about him, but you caught your thoughts wandering in an..interesting direction. You were hoping he wouldn't notice, or that, if he did, he wouldn't mind.

"So..are you going to tell me what you're thinking about? Am I just that boring?" He tried to act playful, but you could see the worry in his eyes. He, understandably, still wasn't sure how strong your relationship really was.

"No, of course not! I'm sorry, I just.."

"You just what?"

"I just saw you with these kids and..I think you'd make a great dad, that's all."

You weren't exactly sure why that thought even crossed your mind, or why you shared it with Murayama, but you quickly regretted it when your eyes met his, now completely dark. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking, the look on his face one like you've never seen before.

#next chapter is going to be fun #to say the least lmao #high and low #high&low #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x reader #high&low fanfic #high and low x reader #high&low the worst

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