#ryo didn’t give me ANY warnings so I’m good
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degradation taken too far (mature content 18+)
context/warnings : it’s smut, so kids shoo! hell of a lot of degradation. they’re so mean i hate them. (swearing, words used : slut and slutty) angst to i have no idea what. pls do lmk if i missed any tws. and as always, its not proofread :p gojo ver.
ryomen sukuna ‘is that all you can do? all your yapping earlier about ridin’ me was just talks? answer me’ his sudden shift in demeanour has you feeling really small. sure he is a rude ass prick but not to you. never to you.
‘no- i can take it. i really can ryo’ tears sting at your eyes as you struggle to take in his full length. his hands giving your waist a small squeeze.
‘yeah and that’s all you’ve been saying for the past goddamn fifteen minutes. either you take it like a good girl or i’ll just have to find someone who will. trust me, i can’ he eyes held no remorse of the words he just spewed and that’s when you break.
correction, you shatter.
somewhere in the back of your head you knew he’ll never leave you but him wording it out makes it seem like it’s bound to happen.
and so tears stroll down your cheeks, your hands and legs giving out on you, your body going limp against his and you whisper the same thing over and over again.
‘don’t leave me ryo. i’m sorry. didn’t mean to upset you. i’m so sorry. don’t leave’
quickly his arms wrap around your body protectively, your face between his shoulder blade and neck, wetting the area with fresh batch of tears.
‘i could never leave you. you’re-’ you’re it for me. ‘you’re always the one that keeps me sane. there’s no way i’ll ever leave you. i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i didn’t mean a word of what i said’ he says.
when he didn’t get a response from you ‘look at me’ he whispers. slowly you leave the comfort of his neck and meet his eyes.
‘i didn’t mean it. you could leave me on deathbed and i still wouldn’t mean it’
‘i can’t leave you ryo. i love you way too much’ you sniffle, new tears threatening to spill so you go back to huddle against his neck.
god. he knows you mean it. and that’s what makes him feel like a dickhead.
‘me too, i- i lo-’ he struggles, just as your palm reaches up to cover his mouth.
‘i know ryo, i know’ you whisper, placing your forehead against his, both of you basking in the quietness of the surrounding.
geto suguru ‘fuckin-! ah shit! some insane grip you have on me baby. can’t move if you clench and lock me up like that’ he smirks against your neck.
‘and a bit quiet today ain’t ya? you sure had a lot to say to satoru earlier heh’ he remarks.
‘we were just catching up suguru, nothing-! nothing more’ you whine.
‘catching up you say? does catching up require smiles and touches? do they angel baby?’ he raises his eyebrows.
‘no..’ you avert your eyes away from his.
‘that’s what i thought. so for that, now you pay’ he pulls out suddenly, and pushes all the way back in making you yelp out loud.
‘sugu! ah fuck, i don’t think i can go another round baby. s’too much!’ the pressure was starting to get to you and you were starting to lose stability.
‘hah, i know you can baby, this slutty pussy’s all you’re good for anyway. fuck, doesn’t matter whose it is, as long as you’re filled. am i right?’ his words pierced straight through your heart.
since when did he-?
out of reflex, your hands reach out to touch his face to make sure that this was a dream nightmare. otherwise there’s no way he-
‘don’t touch me with those filthy hands’ he spits but makes no effort to push your hand off.
‘do you really think that’s all i’m good for?’ your voice is soft, filled with pain, and suddenly it’s like he’s broken out of his trance.
what the fuck am i doing, he thought.
slowly he pulls out, all whilst holding your hand against his cheek.
‘absolutely not. no. fuck, did not mean it angel. i promise. i- i don’t know what came over me-! didn’t mean it. please i’m sorry. next time if i ever lose my shit with you, i want you to take the nearest sharp object and plunge it into my chest’ he heaves out a guttural sigh.
‘you were really mean you know..’ you wipe your eyes.
‘i know baby, fuck. i didn’t mean it. i did not mean it. i’ll never do it again princess, ever’ he repeats.
his face lands on your chest, thanking all the gods and the stars out there for giving him another chance.
he’ll never screw up again and that’s a promise.
nanami kento ‘you really couldn’t wait for a few hours? just had to go and think with your cunt, right? have you no- ugh! no shame?’ his thrusts were sloppy as his hands were placed around your hips.
‘kento- slow down baby, i- i don’t think i can last’ you whine, hands clutching at the sheets.
‘no. you asked for this you little slut. so shut. the. fuck. up. and take it!’ each syllable was accompanied by a harsh thrust.
the usually composed, sweet and calm nanami was nowhere to be found. he’s never once called you a ‘slut’ and what caused this? you rubbing him through his pants and riling him up at his office dinner earlier tonight.
he warned you off multiple times but did you listen? no.
‘why are you so quiet now? i thought this is what you wanted’ his voice comes out raspy and cold.
a quiet but audible whimper escaped your lips, making him halt his actions.
slowly he pulled out, gently laying you on your back as your body shook with each sob.
‘sweetheart…? why are you…’
you look up at him, eyes puffy and swolllen ‘i’m sorry kento, it’s just that, you’re never home these days and i missed you so much’ a cry that’s sure to crack his heart leaves your lips.
‘i just wanted you all to myself for tonight but i didn’t mean to be a bother-’
his warm body hovers over yours, ‘you’re never a bother baby. always know that. you will always be at the top of every and any list i make. there’s nothing more i want than coming home to you everyday after work. and i didn’t mean to lash out at you. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry’ he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
‘you will always have me sweetheart, never forget that. now let me make it up to you yeah?’
#bro i’m actually so scared to post this cuz i’ve never written anything like it before god bless#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#geto smut#jjk x reader smut#jjk x reader#geto x reader smut#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna smut#geto x reader#nanami smut#sukuna x reader smut#sukuna x reader#nanami kento smut
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Mockingbird
Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader
Genre: Crack, fluff
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, mentions of bodily injury, threats
pt. 1 | previous | playlist
Just as you’re about to start the engine of your bike, heart racing and worry visible on your face as you chew your bottom lip raw, you get another phone call.
“Hey, Ryo, I’m about to go right away, will get to Keisuke’s school in about 10 minutes, that okay?”
“Of course, thank you so much, I’m sorry to bother you again but the mothers of the other two boys just called me to ask if I’ll be able to pick up Keisuke and their kids, I know this is too much to ask for but could you get them too?”
You put the key into the engine, twisting it as the engine let out a purr, coming back to life after being neglected for the past couple of weeks.
“No issue at all.”
“Thank you, you’re a godsend, thank you so much.”
“Of course Ryo, that’s what friends are for.”
Baji nervously stared at his lap, his broken arm wrapped up in a sling by the school nurse long ago but still aching deeply and fully as he grits his teeth, worry creasing his eyebrows.
His mother will be so disappointed.
He tried really hard to keep Toman matters out of school, hell, even forbade Kazutora from visiting him, all in hopes of somehow falling into his teacher’s good graces with enough hard work, despite his difficulty with studying.
And it all went down the drain like that.
The principle called him mum 20 minutes ago, and she should be here any moment, and Keisuke can already imagine the disappointed face she’ll make-
The doors to the principal’s office were slammed open, and Keisuke didn’t dare look, Chifuyu and Ryusei tensed up as well, probably fearing their own fate after they get home.
After all, they did fight on school grounds.
“Good day! I came here to pick up these little devils.” The voice was light and airy, full of fake mischief and Keisuke immediately felt himself perking up.
“And who may you be?” The principal raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down in scepticism, eyes lingering on the skin of your arms, tattoos exposed via the short-sleeved blouse you were wearing.
You merely smiled pleasantly, closing the doors before taking a couple of steps to stop behind Keisuke’s chair.
You laid your hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m a family friend of Ryoko Baji, I came here to pick up the kids and see what the issue is, I imagine you were informed of that…?”
“Ah, yes, Hanemiya Y/n, correct? Please sit.”
“That is me. Now please, explain to me the issue.”
Midway through the man’s explanation, you were seething, red flashing in front of your eyes as your grip on Keisuke’s shoulder tightened.
“So allow me to reiterate,” You exhaled, standing, licking your lips with a borderline predatory look in your eyes, “These three students were violently attacked by a delinquent gang, on school grounds, one of them injured, and you plan to suspend these two for protecting their friend, which, may I remind, the school failed to do?”
The smug smile on the principal’s lips faltered for a second, just a flash of insecurity peeking through the man’s mask of authority and composure.
A crack in the mask is all you needed.
“Ah, miss Hanemiya, when you put it like that-“
“No, I am putting it exactly as presented. Explain to me exactly why Ryusei and Chifuyu will be suspended?”
The man gulped, and at that moment, Keisuke was never more glad for you to be on his side.
Physically, you didn’t seem particularly intimidating, not even particularly mean, but you had an air of confident, well-composed calmness that caused people around you to get fidgety after a while of being under your scrutinising gaze.
“Well, you see, miss, uh- Well, fighting on school grounds is a serious offence, and Matsuno is just a troublemaker all around, Ryusei as well, parading around with that tattoo on his neck and that hair-“
Keisuke almost, almost felt sorry for his principle. The man had hit a nerve and hadn’t even noticed, because all that betrayed your rage was a calm, neutral expression, one that Keisuke has seen exactly one time before, on that night he and Kazutora met and came home late.
“So, as I’m understanding, you are punishing the children for doing what the school failed to do, i.e. protect a student from danger, while also trying to blame it on a little teen rebellion? As well as insulting me by saying people with tattoos are less respectable? Am I expected to make sense of it?”
Principal’s cheeks heated up as he avoided your eye.
“Miss, physical altercations are strictly forbidden.”
“So you will punish the students for being attacked?”
The man was growing restless, your calmness equal parts frightening and frustrating, and he was not a man used to being disrespected by people he considered below him.
“And who or what will stop me?”
Your tongue darted out to carefully lick your lips, the words you’re about to say rolling on the inside of your mouth, as if tasting them, before you spit them out.
You stepped closer to his desk.
“The same thing that is currently stopping me from breaking your nose, sir. Common sense.”
The man visibly flinched, backing away a little in his chair.
“You wouldn’t dare-“
“Oh please, sir, I would.”
“You- You’ll get arrested!”
“And who will believe you that I even did that?” Your tone was mocking, “I mean, sir, look at me, I’m just a mere lady, and maybe you just so happened to have an unfortunate fall!”
“I- I- I’ll have witnesses!” He pointed to the trio behind you, failing to hide his shaking.
“Boys, does he?” You smirked, glancing behind you at the trio.
“Wow, this wall has a crack.” Chifuyu was staring at the wall by his side, seemingly curious, “Should get repainted.”
“Yeah, that’s a spider all right.” Keisuke’s eyes were firmly fixed on the ceiling, tilting his head as he stared at the small spider crawl.
“Oops, I should really cut my nails.” Ryusei exhaled dramatically, his whole focus on his hands.
The principal gulped as you leaned in closer, towering over him.
But all of the sudden, the atmosphere changed, and you smiled, clapping your hands.
“Of course, such a thing would be ridiculous! I’ll just have a chat with Ryoko about contacting the media and her lawyers, after all, sir, do you even know how disappointed all the parents funding this school will be when they find out the education of their children is for granted!”
Turning around and away from the principal, you motioned with your finger for the boys to get up.
“Chop chop, I still gotta deliver you to your mothers, and a long chat is due.”
The boys did as told, scurrying to pick their bags off the floor and standing in a row like ducklings, waiting on you to start leaving.
“Wait- Ugh, fine! No suspension for either of the students! Just, please, do not contact the media!”
You stopped at the doorway, turning to politely bow to the man.
“Why, thank you! How kind!”
Keisuke spoke too soon.
You were just as terrifying as his mother, and he had an intense and sudden urge to flee as you stared him down, looming over him, Chifuyu and Ryusei with your arms on your hips and scowling.
You waited for them to say something, but they all avoided your gaze, suddenly finding the colour of their shoelaces a much more pressing issue.
Ryusei spoke first.
“Hanemiya? As in, related to Kazutora Hanemiya?”
Baji cut you off before you could respond.
“Yeah, that’s his mother.”
Chifuyu and Ryusei yelled so loudly he almost burst your eardrums.
“YOU’RE HIS MOTHER?! BUT- BUT-“
“I’m really not, Keisuke is a liar. I’m his sister, fuck’s sake!”
That seemed to have them settled down for at least a second.
“Wait, Tora’s sister? As in, Dead Snake’s Tiger?”
“YOU’RE THE TIGER?”
“You kids are impossible. And stupid.” You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you tugged a strand of your hair out of your face, “But oh well, I guess your pride - and your arm, Kei - are wounded enough. I’m taking you out for ice cream. Also, Kei, baby, you look fucking stupid with those glasses.”
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HE’S SO FLUFFY, I’M GONNA DIE!
➳ request: can i please ask for akira, soma, ryo, takumi and eishi with a male s/o who dresses in really cute and "feminine" clothes and likes cute things (plushies, cozy videogames, pastel colors etc.)? thx in advance ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryo, aldini takumi, tsukasa eishi
➳ warnings: swearing
➳ notes: that’s really cute ;v; femboys ftw
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.
he’s pretty stupid, he probably didn’t even notice for ages
i think he acknowledged your clothes for all but 2 seconds
before needing to know what you cook like
he talks to your plushies ALL THE TIME
he’ll bring one along with him when he thinks it’s being neglected
it’s not, it’s just his favourite plushie
and he’s like
“sir snuggles. be honest. does this look good or nah?”
proceeds to show sir snuggles his next dish
waits a moment and then goes
“yeah, i thought so.”
and continues cooking
he bought animal crossing, stardew valley and shit all for you baby
he wanted to spend more time with you in any way at all
and he will 100% take playing cozy games and maybe trampling your flowers as a date
── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.
at first pretty weirded out by it because it’s way foreign to him
but he got used to it after a while
he’s not gonna shit on you for it, no way
but he’ll just look curiously from afar
a respectful stare
you have left a very significant imprint on him
he will never see pastel colours without thinking of you
and he’s like
“that’s horrible, why would someone buy that?”
and then buys it for you
because who knows when you need this pack of 40 pastel sticky notes
but you might need them eventually
if you have longer hair
hayama can do it for you???
he’s willing to learn new hairstyles to make it easier for you
── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.
he hates you at first because you’re RUINING his intimidating aura
grumpy x sunshine dynamic for sure
he has a soft spot for you and he won’t admit it but you can tell
tsundere no. 1
will gift you new plushies but act like he hates that you have them
what a loser.
he already names these plushies before giving them to you
one of them is literally called kiba
i wonder where he got that name from-
and it’s a plushie of a doberman because he is your scary dog privileges
he’d fight bullies for you any day
he’d bash someone for tryna pick on you for wearing clothes you wanna wear
and he secretly went through your closet to check your sizes
alice drags him clothes shopping and like
he might as well buy you something as well I GUESS
── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.
also a bit taken aback by your different attire
out of everyone, he’s probably the most willing to join you-
he’s probably the most doting as well
talks to you in baby voice and squishes your cheeks
isami hates y’all
you guys are disgustingly cute
takumi moves your plushies and pretends to be a ventriloquist
pretends the plushie is giving you advice
this especially happens if you’re upset
and you got him addicted to your cozy video games
he’s been playing stardew valley with you for HOURS
you have a farm together called ‘fettuccine farm’
once, takumi wanted to try your clothes
and uhhh he found that skirts weren’t exactly his thing
but he can suck it up to have a tea party with you n your plushies
── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.
he gives me conservative a little bit, so your clothes probably gave him a heart attack
but it’s mostly cause he doesn’t see that often enough
so the more you hang out, the easier it gets to look past it
he has more heart attacks though
of cuteness
he constantly looks at you without you knowing and just gets heart palpitations
you gave him a plushie to have when he feels lonely without you
and he keeps it on his desk in his fancy elite 10 office
hugs it when he’s feeling anxious
gives it kisses when you’re not around and you SHOULD BE
also he kinda likes to come along with you clothes shopping
because he wants to get to know you better and he feels bad for judging you at the start
unsurprisingly, the soft cozy games calm him down a lot
he chronically plays unpacking
and talks to the plushie you gave him while he organises-
#shokugeki no soma#food wars#yukihira soma#hayama akira#kurokiba ryo#aldini takumi#tsukasa eishi#shokugeki no soma x reader#food wars x reader#yukihira soma x reader#hayama akira x reader#kurokiba ryo x reader#aldini takumi x reader#tsukasa eishi x reader#shokugeki no soma imagines#food wars imagines#yukihira soma imagines#hayama akira imagines#kurokiba ryo imagines#aldini takumi imagines#tsukasa eishi imagines
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pregnancy
Small headcanons of how Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be through your pregnancy.
I don’t write about giving birth (as I’m mildly terrified of doing so) so I didn’t add anything about that. Please don’t ask for me to. And even though I’m not interested in getting pregnant, I think I’d be okay with it if Kugo or Ryo were the father.
EDIT: I love picturing all of these men with little girls. It’s just so cute!
Warnings: uh, pregnancy
Aizawa Shouta
Shouta isn’t one to jump for joy when you tell him. However, you will get to see his handsome smile when he grabs your waist, breathing out a light laugh of happiness as he tightly hugs you. His smile won’t disappear for a while. Every time he glances at you, one simply finds its way onto his face.
It may not be by a whole lot, but his behavior changes. Just a little. When you’re out and about, his hand finds its way to your back or elbow much more often, particularly in a crowd. It’s the paternal instincts kicking in. His favorite cuddling position, laying between your legs with his head on your stomach, becomes harder the farther along you are. He adjusts to laying behind you, keeping a hand on your tummy throughout the entire night.
Shouta hides his worries well. Even the people closest to him have a tough time telling what exactly is going on with him. Sometimes, it’s a good thing. He’s a stable person to lean on. But it’s difficult to deal with when you’re hormonal and emotional. He pushes himself so hard to speak more. There’s no way of him understanding everything you’re going through, but when he opens up, he can tell just how much you appreciate it during the tough times. So he does it near-daily, checking in with each other before bed.
He hates how busy his life is. Well, he’s always kind of hated it. Now it’s worse because his partner’s pregnant, and he’s stuck in a room with screaming children when he should be bringing you to your appointments. Shouta attempts to make up for the absence by heading home every night and helping around the house more. Step in. Explain how you value his help, but also need him to relax. If he gets overworked, that would only stress you more.
Shouta changes his eating habits and fitness routines. He wants you to eat well for yourself and your child. He wants you to keep exercising for yourself and your child. He simply wants your body to be healthy. Don’t grumble because he’ll throw your complaining back in your face when the Lamaze coach explains how important physical health is. But don’t worry, his cute smile makes up for the teasing.
Yagi Toshinori
Toshinori is starstruck. Too many thoughts flood and fight. He loves children and has always wanted a family. Being able to father one with you is indescribable. And he never thought the universe would grant any of that. On the flip side, his fear is also undefinable. People know who he is now; who knows what’s out there, waiting to expose All Might’s weakness. The rapid thoughts may bring a tear or two. Cup his face and kiss them away, reassuring him that everything’s okay.
The fears follow him throughout your pregnancy. Like all things (with you and him), there are good days and bad days. His emotions ramp-up during your emotional and physically unwell days. He tries his best to push them down to focus on you. But they eventually end up spilling over. It’ll be common for both of you to cry at the end of the day, snuggled together, talking about the future, worries, and anticipations.
In general, Toshinori isn’t that protective. He trusts you and your abilities. Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly disabled. You can still do things. Although, he does become a bit of a helicopter. Whenever you bend over to pick up a bag, he beats you to it. He swoops the laundry basket from your hands, claiming, ‘You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,’ despite it not even being ten pounds. He’s just very watchful of your movements.
He’s very active in dieting, doctor’s appointments, and planning. He eats well, so it’s easy for him to aid you in that respect. For doctors, he has quite a lot of contacts and knows many doctors from his time in the hospital. He asks around, only accepting the best for you. Planning, shopping, and setting up the nursery are his favorite parts. He loves choosing the sweetest colors, softest blankets, and, of course, all the adorable All Might onesies, toys, and superhero books he can find. The nursery is set up perfectly.
Toshinori doesn’t admit how incredibly your pregnant body enchants him. It isn’t always a horny, sexual need. It’s about admiring your body and what it’s creating. He just wonders at you. All the time. Sometimes the changes may make you feel insecure. He’s always there to listen and assure you how amazing your body is. If you want cuddles and kisses, he’ll give them with a smile. If you want gentle lovemaking, he guides you onto your back and gives you exactly what you want.
Yamada Hizashi
Expect a loud song of love, a bear hug, and jumping for joy when you tell him. Hizashi loves kids. He thinks they’re amazing and say some of the greatest things. And he’s beyond excited to see their quirk. Of course, it doesn’t mean he’ll love them any less if they’re born quirkless. He just loves imagining a little one with a similar quirk running around your place.
He is all about redecorating and planning. The entire apartment is getting babyfied and rearranged. The nursery will be beautifully painted. He regularly comes home with cute outfits and stuffed animals. Partly, it’s because he’s just so excited. The other part is he wants you to relax through the pregnancy. No stress, pressure, and unnecessary burden on your shoulders. He’s there to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.
Hizashi doesn’t just spoil your unborn child; he spoils you, buying you those pregnancy pillows, your favorite ice cream, driving you everywhere, etc… He just hates how much time his jobs take. He’d rather spend his time with you. To help, he’ll ask for time off of patrols, choosing to be closer with you, physically, mentally, and emotionally, during your pregnancy.
In the later months, Hizashi is all over you. Seriously, he will not leave you alone. He’s very handsy, kneading and licking your swollen, sore breasts, and stroking your belly. Your body, and everything it’s doing, is utterly gorgeous to him. He’ll suck away, gently nursing on your nipple while dozing off to Tv, occasionally switching to the other so it isn’t left needy.
Toyomitsu Taishiro
When you tell Taishiro, you’ll only be able to get out a few words before you’re lifted off your feet and spun around. He smooches all over your face, laughing and cheering about how amazing and perfect and stunning you are. You’ll have to ask to be put down lest you get sick from all his spinning. But his compliments keep coming. They won’t dwindle for a while. There’s just too much love in his body to keep inside.
Whatever you’re craving, no matter if it’s pineapple dipped in ketchup, he gives without complaint. He may try some of your odd combinations. Who knows? You could be on to something new. At the same time, he also watches out for your health. The cravings suck. He understands that. He truly does. But if you ate something sweet/not as healthy for lunch, then he plans a healthy dinner for you. Your body’s going crazy. It needs its nutrients.
Your worries are always taken seriously. It could be the most absurd thing to be anxious over. Tai always listens. His cute smile and never-ending positivity help a ton. Your body and brain are going through a lot. He’ll do his part to validate all your feelings. He talks down the anxieties as you eat pickles on ice cream, making sure you are and feel heard.
Since he works one job compared to the others, he’s able to be with you much more, notably during the hard-to-handle days and at appointments. And he picks up extra chores so you can rest through aches and pains. Any choices you make regarding your pregnancy and birth, he supports. He may not agree with everything, but he loves you, and it’s your body. He’ll always put your comfort and wishes first.
Tai treasured your tummy before. But now, seeing you growing with his child, he’s absolutely enraptured. He places nightly and morning kisses on your belly. When he wakes you up, his kisses trail down to the bump. Every night, he rubs lotion into your tummy, kissing and cooing to his child. It doesn’t matter if you’re only one week pregnant, and it’s just a clump of cells in there. Tai still sings to them.
Gang Orca
Kugo is in disbelief when you tell him. He freezes, staring, hardly hearing your words. Give him five minutes. He’ll process what you said and snap back to the present. Watch out because you’re going to get lifted high into the air and maybe tossed like a father does a baby. He’s just practicing. It’ll only take one or two days for him to slip into paternal mode. It’s damn near instinct for him.
As per usual, he’s a gentle paragon behind closed doors. Throughout your pregnancy, he melts into a puddle of sweet honey. His overall affection skyrockets. His hands and claws are as tender as possible whenever they touch you, doing whatever you need him to: massaging your back and legs, rubbing lotion all over, or brushing your hair. He reassures you through tears. He prepares healthy meals that satisfy your cravings. And he holds you all night, keeping you safe on his chest and in his arms.
Kugo goes to every single checkup and appointment. It doesn’t matter if it’s just an ordinary visit to your primary care doctor; he calls out of work and goes with you. At any ultrasounds, expect a few tears, especially when you hear the heartbeat for the first time. He holds them in until you’re alone. The second the door closes, his forehead is nudging yours as small, loved-filled tears fall. He never thought he’d get a family. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve a family, but you’ve proven that false repeatedly.
The farther along you are, the more he watches out for you. He checks in every morning to make sure you took your medicine and vitamins. He washes you so you don’t strain yourself. If you’re waddling, he offers his arm for support and helps you stand. If your back hurts, he applies a heating patch to your lower back and puts your shoes on for you. If you need it, he can carry you to the car and into where you’re going.
As does everyone, Kugo has doubts about his quirk and abilities. People have always viewed those with mutations differently. And it can affect their health, leading to numerous doctor visits and tests. He doesn’t want his baby to deal with the staring, whispers, self-doubts, and distress he did. To support him, talk in detail about his fears and help him realize he’s never disappointed you or hurt anyone. Kugo’s exactly how he should be.
Hound Dog
Ryo doesn’t have a tail, but you’ll definitely see a little happy wiggly before he hugs you. The following week, he keeps you close as he acts differently: rubbing up against you to ensure you smell like him, touching your nose with his, lapping along your neck, sleeping incredibly close, and occasionally smelling between your legs, licking the air around there to smell better. It’s awkward, almost weird, since it isn’t average ‘human’ behavior. But if you love him, let him do it. Please. Understand his nose works differently. It reassures and comforts him to smell you, checking in to see if anything’s changed.
Ryo gets protective when you’re on your period: When you’re pregnant, it’s so, so incredibly worse. He hovers, grumbling low at those walking by. Others barely hear it. It’s intense enough for you to feel it when he’s behind you. He doesn’t like people running up to you, or startling you, or roughhousing or playing in any way. He’s lenient with children, less with teens. Women get a deep growl and scowl. God help any man that approaches you. You might have to have him wear his Hero outfit’s muzzle until you give birth. Though, that might not help because then he’d be protective of two people.
It’s only the teensiest amount better at home. He makes you rest, almost too much. After work or some time outside, he shuffles you to the couch so you can’t overwork yourself. He’s a pleasant change of pace from his typical gruff self. However, as great as he is at the physical needs, he still struggles with the emotional aspects. You can cry on his shoulder, complain, and talk about your worries all you need to. He’s just a bit clunky when it comes to reciprocating the soft emotions. But he puts all his heart into it, and it’s easy to tell.
Ryo is also one who loves pregnancy sexy. You’re swollen and sensitive, and he loves watching your breasts bounce, maybe even leak a little depending on how far along you are. And since you’re already pregnant, he releases and stays inside. After, he lays behind you, keeping himself deep in you despite being flaccid, just feeling how wet and aroused and full you are because of him. When the heated moment is finally done, he licks you clean, nearly getting drunk off your smell.
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More Tobi please !!! It’s so good 😫🙌 I love ur writing so much 😊
I'm running out of Tobi gifs you guys (Part 2 here!)
Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, submissive reader
"Yay! It must be Tobi's lucky day!" Tobi exclaimed as he threw down his cards—his winning cards.
You paled.
This generally wouldn't be such a problem.
Sure, Tobi was suspiciously good at Poker when he needed to be, but you never minded when he beat you by a landslide and proceeded to gloat until one of the other Akatsuki members had to shut him up.
Although, since you didn't really want to wager money on the game -your savings had been dwindling recently and you jumped at any opportunity to save some extra Ryo- you and Tobi decided to instead, make a bet.
If you won, Tobi would be at your beck and call for 24 hours; if Tobi won, you would be at his beck and call for 24 hours.
You knew such a bet could go either horribly wrong or horribly right.
However, you hadn't really let the implications of being at Tobi's beck and call hit you until you saw that winning hand.
Tobi was completely unpredictable and a known troublemaker.
He was always 'innocently' finding ways to insult people or taunt them. You were fairly sure he had some weird sadistic hobby to see how far he could bend people before they reacted violently.
You and Tobi had meshed so well in the organization because you were extremely patient and always reacted positively to Tobi's teasing and jabs.
After a while, Tobi seemed to realize that his taunting and teasing wouldn't make you upset, so he claimed you as his "best friend" and took to following you around in his freetime, you being the only one who could handle his overbearing and deliberately annoying nature.
Tobi loved to cause trouble and make fun of people. Despite his 'innocent' nature, you knew his humor was a little twisted at best.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Tobi was giggling like madman at your expression, a hand raised to where his mouth would be to ineffectively muffle his snickers.
"Y/N-Chan's time starts now! She has to be Tobi's maid for a whole day!" Tobi cheered, throwing his arms up into the air.
You blinked.
Maid?
Fuck.
"M-Maid?" You asked, already knowing that no matter what he responded with you were screwed.
Tobi giggled a bit more, "Yep! Tobi's even got Y/N-Chan a cute little outfit to wear while she does everything Tobi desires~" Tobi explained, his amusement coming off him in waves.
Maid? 'Cute little Outfit'? Tobi's desires!? God, help me.
You sighed, "Very well, Tobi."
"Actually, Y/N-Chan...there's something else Tobi would like you to call him~"
::
Here you are, dressed in a maid outfit.
A frilly black and white choker secured around your neck and your hair down, your top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, and your skirt giving you about two inches of leeway.
If you so much as bent over, your panties would be revealed to anyone in the vicinity. To top it all off, you had a white waist apron with little frills on the ends.
It covered even less than your skirt.
Kami, where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this?
Your internal lamenting is brought to halt as you hear Tobi cooing at you.
"Y/N-Chan~ you look so nice, all dressed up for Tobi like this~" He put his gloved hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him as he continued to inspect your form.
You swallowed, "Thank you, Tobi~Sama." You said softly, as he had requested you call him.
You blushed in embarrassment as you said it, unintentionally making yourself look even cuter as you looked up at him through your lashes, hoping he wouldn't make fun of you.
Tobi was unusually silent as he stared at your inadvertently coy expression. His hands still on your hips, and his expression unreadable through his mask.
After a moment, he started giggling.
"Y/N-Chan is such a good little maid for Tobi~ Tobi has a feeling he's going to enjoy this very much~" Tobi purred as he brought his arms up to wrap around your waist and buried his masked face into your neck; his body snuggling into yours in the process.
You gulped as his warm body encased yours.
Is it just me or is it a little hot in here?
You would have tugged on your collar if you had one.
Tobi pulled away from the embrace with excitement as he grabbed your hand.
"Alright Y/N-Chan, you're going to make some for lunch for your master, and then we're going to play a game~" Tobi said brightly, a teasing tone slipping through his usual beaming attitude.
Something about the way Tobi said "game" raised some flags, but you complied nonetheless.
You certainly didn't want to give Tobi a reason to punish you, as he had warned.
You shuttered at the implications.
He didn't mention or signal any sort of sexual things happening, but you could never be too careful. This entire situation was more than a little suspicious.
He's already made it clear he's got a pervy side, if the outfit was anything to go by.
You sighed lowly as Tobi's hand slipped from yours and he wandered off to wait in the living area of the base while you prepared him something to eat.
"It's too bad Tobi has his mask, or he would love to have Y/N~Chan feed him~" Tobi sighed wistfully as he walked off.
Clearly talking to himself, but you were sure he meant for you to hear.
You blushed at the thought, shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts as you continued on your way to the Akatsuki base's kitchen.
After you finally washed your hands and got to actually making something for Tobi, you ran into a little roadblock.
You had no idea what kind of food Tobi liked, or even if he had any allergies. He rarely ever ate around you, and when he did you tried not to stare at him too much and respect his privacy.
(Even though you were definitely curious as to what lied underneath his infamous orange mask.)
Even if you had paid attention, you doubt you would have caught much anyway.
Tobi is very sneaky when it comes to keeping his face hidden, and his food is off the plate and in his mouth faster than anyone can even tell what he was eating.
"He's so annoying all the time, yeah! The least he could do is let me catch a glimpse of his damn mug for once, un!"
You smirked as you recalled Deidara's ranting.
Remembering your situation, your smirk slipped away as you considered your options.
You could take a stab in the dark and make something that Tobi may or may not like, or you could go back out and ask Tobi what he wanted.
Neither were very good options.
If you took a wild guess then you would risk Tobi either not liking what you made or having an allergic reaction to it.
The last thing you wanted was to make Tobi sick or unhappy, but going back out to ask posed its own risks.
If you went out into the living room to ask Tobi what he wanted to eat then there was a good chance one of the other members would see you.
Then, they would ask questions.
You knew that Tobi wouldn't hesitate to embarrass you and go into great detail about how you were his cute little maid who would do anything to "satisfy" him.
Your face heated up in embarrassment just thinking about it.
You sighed, biting your lip as you ran through the pros and cons in your head.
You wilted after a moment, your morality winning the internal battle.
Discarding your dignity, and swallowing the last of your pride, you turned around to exit the kitchen and go find Tobi.
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"But D-Deidara-Senpai! Tobi's not lying! He swears!" Tobi exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly as if that helped his case.
"Tch. Sure Tobi, un. You really expect me to believe that you got Y/N to be your maid?" Deidara scoffed.
It was then that you peaked from the hallway. Calling Tobi's name and desperately hoping that he was alone.
"Ah! Y/N-Chan! Impeccable Timing~!" Tobi said happily, Deidara snapping his head over towards you to see if Tobi really wasn't lying.
Uh oh.
Your face flamed as you tried to retreat back into the hallway, Tobi one step ahead of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living area for Deidara to see.
Deidara's eyes widened as he looked over your form, clad in a skimpy maid outfit complete with the lacy little headdress on top.
Deidara slowly but surely flushed, before turning to Tobi.
"I want in." Deidara said earnestly.
Your face flamed and you literally wanted to die in a hole of pitiful embarrassment.
Completely appalled, Tobi gasped quite dramatically at Deidara's words and pulled you close, as if protecting you. "Deidara-Senpai! You can't! Y/N-Chan is Tobi's maid! And Tobi doesn't think you would appreciate her like Tobi does!" Tobi said indignantly as he snuggled into your chest.
Good lord, you felt like your face was permanently pink today. From all this excitement you had nearly forgotten what you came out to ask-
"What?! Tobi! You can't keep her all to yourself like this! You're being selfish!" Deidara yelled.
"Nuh-uh senpai! Tobi won Y/N-Chan's free will fair and square! And why would Tobi share? This way she's all mine~" Tobi exclaimed, trailing off into a creepy giggle at the end.
It's like they're two kids fighting over a new toy... You sighed.
You blushed when you realized that you were the toy.
Before Deidara could fire back or you could finally ask what the hell Tobi wanted to eat, something awful happened.
Hidan walked in.
It took him five seconds to skim his eyes over your form, Tobi's face pressed into your chest and Deidara blushing... and burst into laughter.
"Pfft Hahahaha, what the hell kind of kinky shit is going on in here?" Hidan howled, bent over and holding his stomach from laughter.
Tobi hurriedly let go of you and turned around, putting his arms in front of you as if to hide you. "Nothing Hidan-Senpai! Y-You don't have all the information!" Tobi exclaimed, his slightly shaky voice not convincing anyone.
"Tch. Tobi got Y/N to be his maid, and he's keeping this opportunity all to himself!" Deidara scoffed, crossing his arms indignantly.
Interest piqued, Hidan walked over to you, promptly pushing Tobi out of the way and grabbing your jaw.
"His maid, huh? And just how'd he manage that...?" Hidan said, his voice quieter and more husky since he was so close to your face.
You tried to repress the shiver that threatened to crawl down your spine...Hidan had always creeped you out.
Before you could stutter out a response, you felt a stinging on your ass.
Oh my-
He pinched my ass!
You squeaked involuntarily and pushed Hidan off you, Deidara starting to fume as he realized what happened.
"Hey man! Don't touch her like that, un!" He exclaimed, though he probably wanted to do the same thing.
"Hidan!" Tobi gasped, rushing over to pick you up bridal style and cradle you in his arms.
"No one is allowed to touch Y/N-Chan like that! She is Tobi's!" He exclaimed, and you would have been happy for his defense if he didn't keep referring to you as 'his'.
Deidara and Hidan were now straight up fighting, Tobi's yelling falling on deaf ears.
The lewd things Deidara and Hidan were saying about you as they fought had you desperately hiding your burning face in Tobi's chest.
Tobi pet your hair in a soothing manner before running off, with you still in his arms.
"It's too dangerous out here with all the other members! Y/N-Chan will just have to serve Tobi in his room! Alone~"
Lunch completely forgotten, you worried for what was to come as Tobi carried you off, Deidara and Hidan still wrestling on the floor.
It was then that Kisame and Itachi walked in, just in time to hear Tobi's exclamation as they saw you being carried off by Tobi while Deidara and Hidan were rolling around the floor and pulling at each other's hair.
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I LOVE ur blog SO MUCH!!!
Thanku fr Writing amazing hcs!! Keep it up!!!
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(Kuroko no baske)
Thanku so much!! Lots of love xoxo
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Awwww!! Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy and appreciate them ( ´ω` ). Went a little off the rails with this as I was feeling inspired and did full scenarios. I hope that’s ok!
GOM Boys + Sending their kids to school (prompt)
Akashi
“Why don’t you want to go to school?” Akashi asked, holding his son’s hand, as they arrived at the building.
His son, looking positively adorable in his little blazer & tie, looked up at him with big, bright, golden eyes before looking back down. “I don’t want to go.” He repeated quietly. “It’s scary.”
“Scary? How is it scary?” Akashi asked. “You were fine when we did the tour the other day. It’s just like that.”
“But you won’t be with me Papa.” He replied in a soft voice. Worrying his bottom lip and eyes starting to get very wet. “I’ll be all alone.”
Akashi sighed as his son began to sniffle and knelt down in front of him. “Stop crying. Akashi men don’t cry over things like this.” He pulled out his handkerchief to clean the few tears that had fallen. His son giving a small hiccup as he stopped crying. Then Akashi smiled at him. “You won’t be alone. You’ll have a whole room of classmates to keep you company. I was like you when I was little. I was scared I wouldn’t make any friends, or that the other students would hate me. But that didn’t happen. I made friends. I got to spend time with people outside of the house. Uncle Kuroko and Mama were all people I met at school. Don’t you want to make friends like that?”
His son beamed and nodded once before looping his arms around Akashi’s neck to hug him. They then finish walking into school and dropping him off at class. He then walked back to his car alone. Sliding into the back seat when the driver opened the door for him.
“Shall we head to the office now sir?”
“In a minute,” Akashi replied. Leaning back in his seat to rest his head back against the rich leather. A hand over his eyes. “Circle the block a few times. I don’t want to leave them alone just yet.”
Aomine
“Hn? You don’t want to go to school now?” Aomine asked as son stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Digging his heels in about not wanting to take one step further. “But you have to go to school.”
“No I don’t! And you can’t make me!” The mini-Aomine yelled back. His father sighed.
“Yes, you do. It’s the law and, I would know, I’m a cop.” He pointed his thumb to himself, wearing his uniform, as this was supposed to be a quick drop off before he went in for his shift. “Do you want me to arrest you on your first day of school?”
“You wouldn’t do that!” The little boy replied. All bravado like his father, before his shoulders sank and his bottom lip stuck out. “I don’t want to go. School is boring. And what if the kids are mean to me. I’d rather stay home with Daddy….”
Aomine sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He couldn’t really argue with the school being boring part. He hated school when he was a kid, but he had to go. “Listen, Daddy can’t stay home with you today because he has to go to work. And you can’t come to work with me because, if you do, we’ll catch all the bad guys and then what will I do for work the next day.” The mini-Aomine snickered.
Aomine then leaned down to get eye level with his son. “I’m sure the kids will be nice. There’s bound to be one good egg in the bunch. Maybe you can even find someone to play basketball with.” His son’s eyes sparkled at that. “But, if any kids are mean to you, you tell me and I’ll come back and arrest them.” He held out his handcuffs to make a point. “Sound good?”
His son giggled again and told him, “deal!” before they both walk into the school for drop off. Thankfully, no one at the school was arrested that day. School was his son’s new favorite place. At least for now anyway.
Kise
“Are you sure they have to go now? Maybe we could keep them home for another year??”
“Ryo….” His significant other warned as they got their daughter up to the school, each holding one of her hands, for drop off.
“Don’t worry Daddy! I’ll be fine!” The little girl chirped. Practically skipping the whole way there she was so excited.
“Really? Are you sure princess? Because, if you want to start school tomorrow, Daddy would be totally fine with that.”
“Ryouta!”
“No, that’s ok Daddy.” She replied with a big grin. “I want to go and make new friends! I’m excited to show everyone my new dress you got me.” His princess did a little modeling twirl they had practiced, and Kise’s heart broke into a thousand pieces only to be reformed instantly again with love. “I’m gonna go inside now. See you after school!”
“Do you want Daddy to walk you to your classroom?!”
“No!” His daughter called back. Unaware she had just stomped on her father’s newly reformed heart.
“They grow up so fast….”
“Honestly Ryouta.” His s/o said, shaking their head, as they offered him a tissue. “It’s the kids that are usually crying on the first day. Not the parents.”
Kuroko
“Sweetheart….you have to go to school.” Kuroko tried to reason with his daughter, who was holding her backpack and her breath until Kuroko ‘gave up’.
Of course, she couldn’t hold it that long in the end. Her lungs were very small.
She let out a gasp of air, quickly inhaling new breath into her lungs as fast as she could fill them, but still pouted. “Why can’t you be my teacher Papa?!”
“Because,” Kuroko reasoned, as if they haven’t been over this a hundred times, “you need to have someone else be your teacher. It’s not fair to have Papa be your teacher.”
“But it’s not fair that other kids have Papa for their teacher!” She argued back. “I don’t want to go if I can’t see Papa and have to share him….”
Kuroko sighed before offering them a smile. “We’ll still be at the same school. So I’ll see you at lunch time or on the playground. Ms. Himora is really nice too. You’ll like being in her class. I’ve told her all about you and she’s excited to see your drawings.”
His daughter perked up at that. Art and drawing being one of her passions.
She agreed to go, but only on the condition that she wanted to see this other teacher’s art supplies. Ms. Himora of course showed them to her, and let her color the whole afternoon. Kuroko tried not to seem irritated that by the end of the day his little girl was calling her her favorite teacher.
Midorima
“Do you have your notebook?” Midorima asked as he walked his son to school. “Pens? Paper? Pencil?”
“Yes Dad…” His son replied sullenly, walking beside the taller green haired man as they come up to the school. When he saw the brick building, however, he tightened the hold on his hand.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Dad I….I don’t want to go to school.” Midorima gave a surprised ‘hn?’ in response, but his son just looked down. Fidgeting with his glasses. “What if….what if the teacher is scary? What if the other kids don’t like me? What if no one wants to play with me?” The young boy began to spiral and sniffling, thinking about all the things that could go wrong.
His father sighed and knelt down in front of him. “What do we always say?”
“Man proposes, God disposes.”
“Right.” Midorima replied. Not seeming phased by how his life’s motto sound so much less intimidating coming from such a cute, small voice. “We have to do our best to make sure things work out. We can’t worry about what could go wrong. That’s God’s job. We focus on the now.” He pulled a key chain out of his pocket and handed it to his son. “Take today’s lucky item with you. It’ll keep you safe.”
“But Dad! What about you?!”
“I’ll be alright. You just make sure you get to class on time and have a good day.”
His son came home later that afternoon to tell him all about the amazing day he had at his new school. His teacher was nice. His classmates really liked him. They even served his favorite in the cafeteria!
Midorima was happy for his son, and choose not to tell him that he had had the day from hell without his lucky item. From that day forward they each got their own.
Murasakibara
“Eh…? You don’t want to go to school?” Murasakibara looked at his daughter as she shook her head. Scuffing her new shoes on the sidewalk. “How come? You have to give me a good reason to skip your first day.”
“I…I don’t want to go…” She replied softly. His little girl incredibly shy. “What if the other kids make fun of me?” Murasakibara hummed a little. He supposed that was a good reason.
For better or worse, his children had inherited his height. It wasn’t so bad for her older brothers. Being tall was an admirable attribute for boys. For girls though…..well….it just made his angel that much bigger of a target.
“If the kids make fun of you, tell them your dad is even taller and he’ll stick them in a tree and leave them there if they make fun of you.” The little girl giggled, clearly picturing the image, but still didn’t seem convinced to go. Murasakibara knelt down so he wasn’t towering so much over her and patted her head. “School is important. You need to go so you can be smart like you Mom. Not a dumb dumb like your Dad.” He smoothed out her hair from ruffling it. It had taken them a while to get it right, and he didn’t want to ruin it. “But, I’ll be here when you get out today and we’ll go get ice cream as a reward. Our secret.”
His daughter beamed at the promise of ice cream and nodded eagerly. She then went off to school without any complaints. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You could get him to do anything for ice cream too.
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Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian Reader) pt. 2
Trigger Warning: Strong language, long hospital stay, lots of anger, depression, and more angst than last time. I swear there will be fluff later...starting in pt. 4.
“Damn it,” you grumble as you try to support your weight with the parallel bars.
“You are doing great, [y/n], just a little bit more.” Mayu, one of the physical therapists helping you with your recovery does her best to encourage you.
The door slams open and you lose your concentration, collapsing to the floor. “Fuck!”
Mayu cringes at the angered tone, “Ryo!!”
The man who barged into the room bows apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I was running late,” he hurries off to the changing room for the employees.
You feel your frustration boiling over, “this is pointless!”
Mayu turns her attention back to you and her features soften, “Please don’t say that, you’ve only been at this for a week and you are making good progress.” Her positivity only serves to frustrate you more.
“What progress?! I can’t even stand for longer than a couple minutes at a time!”
“I understand your frustration-”
“How could you possibly understand this?!” You gesture wildly at your legs. “You can stand and walk and you still have both of your feet!” Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you glare at the therapist.
She simply sits on the floor with you and gives you a very soft smile. “You are right, I will never understand fully what you are going through. So, tell me, what is causing the most frustration and I can do what I can to help.”
“All of it!” You raise your arms up like you are surrendering. “Trying to stand on these limp noodles, trying to get out of my stupid wheel chair, even getting out of bed…” Your anger quickly morphs to sadness, “it’s just too hard…” Mayu gently pats your shoulder.
“It’s a process,” She shifts to sit next to you. “Healing can be a very long and difficult process, especially when you lose an ability you’ve been able to do so easily until now.” You feel a lump form in your throat, trying really hard not to cry...again. “I’m not going to lie and say this is easy, but I know you can do this.”
You wipe your eyes and sniffle, “I’m sorry for yelling…”
“It’s alright, I understand you are frustrated, but I am here to help.” The employee door opens again. “So is Ryo when he actually shows up on time.” The teasing tone and Ryo’s exaggerated response brings out a soft ghost of a laugh. “Are you ready to give it another try?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she helps to get you off the floor and on your shaky feet. You grab the parallel bars and repeat the exercise you’ve been doing all morning. A light tap on the window near your station alerts both yourself and your physical therapist to a note on the glass. “What does it say?” You feel your arms give out, but you are able to land in your wheelchair this time.
“Let’s see,” The older woman walks up to read it aloud, “when you are free, please come to the roof. HaWkS!?” Her voice cracks at the name, “who, wait, who is he talking about?!”
You hold your hand up, “probably me, he said he was going to pop by once I was awake.” You were starting to think he forgot about you.
“Oh my goodness!” Mayu covers her mouth and looks at you, “are you two friends? Are you dating?!” She gets closer with each question, her eyes shiny diamonds that scream ‘tell me everything!’
“He kind of gave me a concussion,” you watch her expression drop into one of horror. “Not on purpose, it was during that big fight that landed me here.”
“I see, well, we are actually done for today if you want to head on up.” She goes to grab her clipboard and record the progress from today.
“Does the elevator even reach the roof?” You can feel a knot form in your stomach, why are you so nervous?
“Yes, the recreational therapy team has a community garden up there for the patients. I can get you some information if you would like to join them for a session.” You never heard of such a thing, it does strike a cord of curiosity, but that is for another time.
“Sure, just send some to my room when you have the time,” you wheel your way to the exit. “Oh, and uh...thanks for the pep talk.” You rub the back of your neck to hide your embarrassment.
“No problem, if you need anything just let me know.” Mayu smiles and waves as you leave to go up to the roof. Sure enough, the elevator opens right in front of the door. You push the button to get the door open and find rows of box gardens, some raised, some lowered.
“Wow, this is neat,” you take a closer look at some of the plants bearing fruit, when you spot your mystery visitor. Your eyes are instantly drawn to the huge red wings on his back. The same ones you saw before you went into your coma. You clench the wheels of your chair and swallow your nerves. “Um…” He appears distracted by something, as he scans the city streets below, his feet hovering off the ground. “Hello? Are you Hawks?” He looks over his shoulder and his features light up with recognition.
“Hey! Glad to see you up and about!” He lands and folds his wings in a bit before approaching you.
“Yeah, mostly…” You weren’t entirely sure what to say to him.
He doesn’t seem too sure either as he pockets his gloved hands. “Uh, what’s your name?”
“[Y/n].” More silence follows, wow the awkward tension is a little too palpable. “Why exactly are you here?”
He looks taken aback, his wings puffing up a small bit, “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“Well, as you can see, I’m doing just great.” You can’t help the sarcasm as you move your wheelchair.
His features fall, his eyes aimed towards what’s left of your feet. “I’m so sorry, I made a bad judgment call and you got hurt because of it. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“Unless you have some means to turn back time, there isn’t much you can do.”
“There has to be something,” he lifts his gaze back up to plead with you. “I’ll do anything, just say the word.”
You can’t tell if he is being genuine or not, before you can open your mouth a glint of something from the nearby building catches your attention. You wheel closer to the fence that lines the top of the building and spot a man with a camera aimed at the two of you. You whip your head around to face him, “is this some kind of joke to you?!”
“What?” His golden-brown hues are full of confusion as you struggle to turn your wheelchair around.
“Look, if you just came to Peacock for the camera’s or throw some kind of a pity party for yourself. I don’t want any part of it!” He looks between you and the nearby building, his feathers get ruffled at the sight of the camera.
“No, wait, this isn’t what it looks like!” He holds a hand out to try and stop you from leaving.
“Thanks for checking in, you can leave now.” You try to wheel your way back inside, but something is caught in one of your wheels.
“I swear I’m not with that guy, he must have noticed me fly up here after I left my note.”
You aren’t paying any attention to him, you are too focused on getting away. “Stupid thing,” you try to muscle through the clog, but you end up tipping the whole thing over and landing on the hard surface of the roof. “Son of a bitch!” You slam a closed fist on the ground as you push yourself up. Tears of frustration and pain leak from your [e/c] pools. You feel a gloved hand on your shoulder but you quickly shove it away. “Don’t touch me!”
“Please just let me help you,” he tries to reach for you again, but you stop him in his tracks.
“I’ve had enough of your help! Your ‘help’ is the reason I’m here!!” Your voice echoes around you, you wouldn’t be surprised if the camera man heard you.
You can see the hurt in the hero's eyes as he backs away, his wings drooping as your words settle somewhere deep within himself.
“Just go away…” you get your wheelchair back up and haul yourself into it again. You can hear the sound of his wings as he takes off, the force of the air blows your hair all over the place. You cover your face as you allow the tears to flow freely. If you were completely honest with yourself, you didn’t truly blame him. It was just easier than accepting your rotten luck. A couple of nurses hurry onto the roof and rush over to you. Apparently someone on the street heard you and told the staff in the lobby. You are immediately wheeled back to your room to rest and have your vitals checked. Your body is exhausted and so was the rest of you. You look out your window at the clouds rolling in, “nurse?”
“Yes?” The kind man responds as he gets your table ready for dinner.
“Would it be possible to send a letter to a hero agency?”
He hums in thought for a moment, “I believe so, why?”
“I...was just curious…” The nurse drops the topic and leaves you to your thoughts. “Doubt it would make a difference anyways.” You roll onto your side as your eyelids drooped, the sound of rain lulling you to sleep. Your dinner is left for you on the little table, along with a can of coffee with another note. ‘I still owe you a coffee, good luck with your recovery. -Hawks.’
#reader insert#hawks x reader#keigo x reader#keigo takami#pro hero hawks#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#angst#I swear there will be fluff#...in part 4#long shot#tw: hospital#tw: depression#tw: anger#part 2 of 6
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Inferno
Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Quinn Maxs (Fem! Paramedic)
Summary: You’re living life with Firehouse 51. But, you begin to feel feelings for your Paramedic-in-charge; Sylvie Brett. You don’t know how to tell her, understanding the history of her past relationships. Most of all, you don’t want her seeing you differently, should you tell her. You only told your fellow paramedic; Gianna Mackey and your best friend and firefighter; Stella Kidd. However, you beg them both to not tell Brett. However, once Hermann’s fill-in comes in, you believe you’ve waited too long to tell Brett how you really feel about her.
Warning: Chicago Fire Season 9 Episode 9: Escape Route spoilers
A/N: Quinn Maxs is my OC for Chicago Fire! Enjoy my first Sylvie Brett imagine!!
Theme: “MAYDAY” - coldrain/Ryo (Fire Force Opening 2)
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As you close your locker and bid Hermann a farewell and to enjoy his vacation you pass by Brett, but a familiar face.... Grainger....
"Hey, I remember you, Y/n Y/l/n right?" He asks, smiling
Hiding your emotions well, you casually salute three fingers to him before hearing the alarm go off.
"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, structure fire,"
As you heard the address you head to 61 to deploy for the call.
"Hey why don't you ride shotgun Y/l/N," Mackey suggests, smiling
"Sure, thanks Mackey," you say, opening the passenger side door
"Mackey wanted to ride back?" Sylvie asks
"Yeah, I guess so," you sigh, not looking at her
"Hey, are you alright? You've seemed to be moping for a little bit." Sylvie asks
"Oh I'm fine, a little tired. Lack of sleep," You lie
You were kind of accurate but also very inaccurate. You realized when Sylvie and Grainger were flirting before the call.
"Tell you what, why not tonight after shift I treat you to Molly's?" She suggests
"You sure?" You ask
"Totally," Brett smiles
81, Squad 3 and 61 arrive at the fire. You notice Grainger giving orders out already however, Casey angrily tells him to wait for his orders. Both you and Sylvie watch that unfold but you think nothing of it as Casey is Captain. But you're assuming 40 doesn't have a captain.
After the call, 61 running a severely burned mother to Med, you voluntarily hopped in the back, to avoid Brett seeing your emotions become unfolded. Although they could hear you, you were crying on the inside.
Brett's POV
"Hey Mackey do you think Y/l/n is okay?" She asks
"What makes you think that?" Mackey replies back
"On our way to the call earlier she wasn't very talkative like she usually is," she says, "I just wanna know if she's talked to you about anything."
"Nope, she's been quiet about that," Mackey says
Y/n’s POV
You lay down on your bed in the quiet area of 51, contemplating life choices. With a handful of Med runs n such, nothing happened out of the ordinary.
"You doing okay kid?" Stella comes over
"Well aside from my jealousy of Grainger easily wooing Brett, I'm fine," you sigh
"You need to tell her before anything happens Y/n," she replies, "You're going to regret it once you decide to tell her when its too late."
"She is inviting me out to Molly's after shift if that means anything.." you say
"That’s the perfect time to do it" Stella smiles before walking away
Once the end of shift came and you make your leave. You try to avoid Brett as much as possible.
"Y/l/n!" Brett calls
You silently sigh to yourself but put on a happy face for her.
"You ready to go love?" She asks, slinging her arm around yours as she drags you along
"For sure," you force a smile
"Hey why don't you join us later, once your done with inventory?" Sylvie suggests to Grainger
"I'd love to," Grainger smiles
On the inside you were freaking out. But you also believed this was the time to tell her, as Stella says.
"Have you been doing okay y/l/n? You're not as talkative as you usually are," Sylvie asks
"Just a long day, like I said this morning Brett, I have had a lack of sleep," you sigh, "Hey I'm gonna get a drink from Stella do you want anything?"
"Just a beer," Sylvie smiles
You smile back, you realize that's the first time you've smiled around Brett.
"Have you told her yet Y/n?” Stella asks, coming over to you
"No," you sigh, "I don't know. You are right by telling her now but I’m just so-"
You notice Stella looking over your shoulder, "Grainger is there isn't he?..."
Stella nods, "Sorry Y/n."
"Two beers," you request, "Might as well be a peace offering."
"Are you gonna stick around?" She asks
"I'm just gonna give them the beers and pretty much lie," you say, "Hey, I'll text you if anything happens."
Stella nods, in approval to your plan. She walks over and gets the beers. You slip her a $10 tip.
"Half of it is working in a full house, the other is... Well, being my Partner in Crime," you smile as you shake off your sadness and force a smile onto your face as you put the beers between the two supposed lovebirds.
"For me?" Grainger smiles
"That's a thanks for today, Welcome to 51," You forcefully smile
My god I want to leave! You begin to feel an inferno build up inside of you. You wanted to punch him in the face but that would not look good on a report.
"Hey, I just remembered I left something at the station. I'm going to run and go grab it and I’m gonna call it a night," you lie, "see you later Boss."
You take your jacket and your helmet and make your leave, putting on your helmet and then gloves. You first make your stop to your apartment, which wasn't too far from Molly's. Grabbing a backpack that would be big enough to store clothes in and essentials. You leave everything clean. As if no one was there. You make haste getting out of your apartment and to your motorcycle, making another leave.
You knock on the door to Boden's office. Which he looks up and greets you how he always does.
"Chief I need to talk to you, if you have a minute," you say, sitting in a chair
"What is it Y/l/n?" He asks
"I know you’re probably not one to listen to somebody's relationship life but um.." You stammer, figuring out how to tell him, "I don't know who else to turn to but only two other people know; Mackey and Kidd. I told them-I told them I really like Brett. However, I’m beginning to see her attraction towards our fill-in Lieutenant; Grainger. But the point is, I'm beginning to feel jealous. On the call this morning I was barely in it until either Mackey or Brett brought me back. I'm not sure if I've ever requested to take time off work. But, I feel that this is the time to. I don't want my emotions getting the best of me again Chief."
"Who else knows about this kind of request?" Boden asks
"Just you and me sir," you reply
"I appreciate the heads up Y/l/n and I appreciate your need to work with your emotions," he says, "How long do you want me to make you absent for?"
"One month," you request
"That's um... That's quite a big request Y/l/n," He sighs
"I understand that completely Chief, but Brett and Mackey are doing an excellent job as a two-person Ambo team, I strongly believe they can do the work in my absence," you say
"If you strongly believe it then so do I," He says, adjusting something on his laptop, "Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes," You sigh, "Don't tell Brett anything of what I told you in this moment. I don't want her feeling guilt over this when she and Mackey have lives to save. But if she does happen to ask, just tell her that I have a family emergency. If-if that's too much I can-"
"It's okay Y/l/n," Boden says, "Go clear your head."
"Thanks Chief," you smile, making your exit
You stop at a gas station to fill up on your motorcycle and eat before your long drive. As you wait for the gas to fill your tank, you hold your phone up to your ear.
"Hey, Stella, it's me," you start
"Hey kid. You doing okay? What's the update?" She asks
"Well, I first went to my apartment to get some things. I then went to the station and requested the Chief for some days off." You say
"How long?" She asks
"A month," you say
"A MON- oh, sorry. A month?" Stella says
"Yeah," you say, "I told Boden that Brett and Mackey and manage without me. It's not like I'm leaving 51."
"That's true," Stella sighs
"Hey, can you pass the word to Mackey too? I told her about this whole thing too," you say, "But neither of you tell Brett. I'm not having her feel guilty over this. This is for me."
"Got it kid, I gotta get back to work. Call me if you wanna talk at all," Stella says
"Noted, bye." You say, hanging up the phone as the gas had just filled up
As you pull off into a parking spot, you make another call.
"Hey, it's me," you smile, "Do you have any space in your house for me to stay in for now? You do? Okay, I'll be there in... God, 3-4 hours. Pull off into a hotel for the night? No, I'm good thanks. I'll make the drive. So long as I'm not in the city anymore. Thanks man, I'll try to keep you posted."
You put your helmet back on and set up your maps into the destination and ride off into the night. Though, you really only made stops at 24-hour gas stations.
Brett's POV
The next morning at 51, Brett comes into the station right next to Grainger however, split once they go to their respective engines.
"Hey where's Y/l/n?" Sylvie asks Mackey when she noticed she's not in the ambo
"Family emergency," Mackey replies, clearly lying
"Oh... She didn't tell me," Brett sighs
"She was in a rush, she only figured out last night," Mackey adds
She walks over to Stella, "Hey did Y/l/n tell you-"
"She has a family emergency," Stella says, exactly the same story as Mackey
"She told you too?" Brett asks, "How come she didn't tell me?"
Stella looks at Brett, feeling bad she has to lie to her best friend. However, it was for the best for both you and Brett.
"Who didn't tell you what?" Grainger comes up behind Brett and hugs her
"One of my paramedics had a family emergency and didn't tell me," Brett says
"Well let's not worry about that right now," Grainger smiles as he gives Brett a cheek kiss
"If you guys kiss I’m gonna puke," Stella gags as she walks to the common room, Mackey following
Stella's POV
"You're doing a great job Mackey," Kidd says, high-fiving her
"I'd never tell someone's personal info, unless they told me I could. This isn't one of those times," Mackey smiles
"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25, multiple hostile situation at 600 E Grand Ave, Chicago, IL 60611"
"That's Navy Pier," Stella realizes
51 deploys to the coordinates that are set in and by the time they get there, different firehouses and police stations are lined at the entrance.
"Voight, talk to me," Boden demands as he walks with them
"Seems like there's more than one perpetrator in this situation," Voight explains, "No casualties thus far, but possible injuries."
Y/n's POV
As you get yourself some coffee you pull up the Chicago news radio on your phone.
"This just in, a multiple hostage situation is currently happening at Navy Pier. All civilians near the vicinity must evacuate immediately." The news reporter explains, "All CPD departments and multiple CFD houses are here at the scene.
"Sounds like one crazy adventure," your sister says, "glad your home and away from that."
"Sis, I'm worried," you sigh
"Is it about that Brett girl?" She asks, "forget her. She's missing one hell of an opportunity."
"Thing is I don't know if she's Bisexual." You state
"Even if she is and still sees you differently, she's missing out on a cool little sister," she says, messing up your hair, "I have to head out for work, if you're going out just lock the door and you remember where the spare key is?"
"I do sis," you smile
"See you later," she smiles and she closes the door
You turn back to your phone for the love broadcast of the situation back across Lake Michigan. Your sister was pretty much right on the edge of Michigan, great view of the lake. However, you look out to the window and hope, your house is doing okay. You wish you saw the situation happen from right across it but it was too wide for you to see it happen with your eyes. You sigh, wishing you could leave already. However, you realize your sister has a power boat. You quickly write down a note saying you'll be back and that you're borrowing her power boat. With no sailing experience, turnout gear or medic supplies. Only your bag and communicator, you rush out the door.
"Where's Y/l/n?!" Brett demands Mackey
"Brett you're so blind, Y/n is so into you!" Stella says, blurring out, "She left because she didn't want you to press her into talking to you about it. She didn't want you to see her any different if she told you. Let alone questioning if you like girls and you're beginning to go with hot-shot Grainger over there, so she wanted to get her mind off of her emotions."
Brett stands there, dumbfounded. Why didn't you tell her.
"Stella!" You call into your walkie
"Y/n?" Stella calls back
"On your six!" You say, smiling, "can't stay away."
She runs up to you and gives you a big bear hug.
"Listen up 51, I'm no commanding officer but I do sure know the place on the back of my hand. Captain Casey and Chief Boden... With your permission may I give the orders?" You ask through the walkie
"Yes ma'am," Casey answers
"What's your plan Y/l/n?" Chief Boden asks
"Okay, I scouted the perimeter and there's only, assuming they're away from the windows. Squad 3 you take the Northside, you try to get CPD officers into the building to clear the field for you. Engine 51, to Grainger with any room you have, get your hoses ready should any form of fire start. Truck 81, if shots are fired, move in, get as many civilians out as you can. I'll move in with you guys and give extra arms to help." You announce
You take a giant breath as you finish out your speech. Stella, Brett and Mackey look at you in awe as you've never taken initiative before.
"Y/l/n, I thought I have you on vacation," Boden comes up to you, "And you're not usually one to give orders."
"Apparently can't stay away sir," you sigh, adjusting your belt, "And I know this place all too well."
"Very well Y/l/n," Boden smiles, "You heard the lady men."
You watch Squad 3 and follow Truck 81 as you meet up with Burgess and Ruzek.
"You're gonna need this," Burgess heads you a 9 milimeter
"Thanks..." you say, taking it and concealing it
You hear screaming and gunshots. And hear a blaze begin.
"Grainger fire! I don't know where it is! Find it!" You demand
"You got it kid," he says
"Move in!" The muffled walkie screams as you, along with 81, Burgess, Ruzek and many other CPD officers barge into the building, ringing shots, killing nearly all the perpetrators.
"Hey kiddo it's okay it's okay," you tell her, checking for any signs of injury
"Y/l/n!" Kim yells, you immediately shield the kid as a shot rings out
You let out a strangled scream as your arm is bleeding; a severe gunshot wound. It didn't go into your skin and damage your bone however, the bullet made a real "good" indent in your skin as it rang out. Kim pulls the trigger on her glock 17 and kills the guy immediately. Kim helps you cover your wound as you still hold onto the kid, hoping any parental unit would claim her.
"Mommy," the girl cries
You turn over and see the mom, on the ground. You hand the kid over to Kim as you go to help Severide and Casey. You all get her onto the board to get her to 61.
"Brett, Mackey need the Ambo ready," you speak into your walkie
"Hey Burgess, you can let the girl into the ambo," you say as she helps the little girl into the back
"Aren't you coming with us?" Brett asks
"Can't, I have to take my sisters' power boat back across Lake Michigan," you sigh, "My sister is a doctor over at her local hospital, I'll drive myself over there."
"You're gonna bleed out, you need to get to med," Brett demands, calmly
"I can take care of myself Brett, don't worry about me I'll be fine." You say, trying to walk away
"Y/n!" Brett yells your first name
You never heard Brett call you by your first name. You shake it off before settling back to your stoic self.
"Let me go, please," you say calmly, "I'm only gone for a month."
"Did you tell Stella and Mackey to lie to me?" She asks you
"I didn't want you worrying about me," you sigh, "Besides, I'm going to be fine."
She lets go of you as you walk back to your sisters boat. She felt tears welding into her eyes.
"Brett, we gotta go," Mackey calls out
Mackey shuts the doors as Brett hops into the driver's seat and activates the sirens.
You arrive to your sisters workplace as a nurse rushes over to you.
"What happened?!" She asks
"Zoomed across Lake Michigan and helped my firehouse, but unfortunately I got grazed," you sigh
"Y/n?!" Your sister calls out to you, "oh my god Y/n you took my power boat?!"
You nod, "They needed my help."
"You have never changed," she laughs, "I can check you out."
Once your sister had stitched up your wound she discharged you from the hospital. Once you get back to your sisters place, you open your Chicago news app. The first article that comes up is the one from earlier.
"Firehouse 51 paramedic makes a chief-status plan while on this call today," The news reporter says, "According to 51s' Captain Matt Casey, it was an astounding plan. Girl's a hero."
You sigh as you don't really feel like a hero, just another day as a paramedic.
Your sister comes home late at night however, doesn't find you anywhere.
"Called Chief Boden and told him I changed my mind on my one month vacation, I'm heading back to 51 right now." Your sister read aloud, "Bought you something that’s in the fridge for taking care of me for a short time."
You park your motorcycle in one of the street parking slots as you keep your helmet on for secrecy. Without knowing it was you, Brett walks past you. Once you get to your locker, you try to make a quick haste to get yourself ready.
"In a rush?" Stella smiles
She comes up to you and gives you a big bear hug.
"Missed you kid," she smiles
Before you could say anything else you hear arguing from afar. You and Stella go to the garage and notice Brett and Grainger arguing.
"So you led me on?" He asks
"Not exactly, I wasn't aware of Quinn's feelings and I wasn't sure how to process it," Brett starts, "I just-"
"Just what Sylvie?" He asks, angrily
You notice she's beginning to falter.
"Y/n left, and for what?" He asks her, "She isn't a Lieutenant, Captain, or Chief! What makes her so special?! I don't think you made the right choice of making her on your paramedic team. How are YOU even the paramedic-in-charge?"
You've had enough, "HEY!"
They both turn to you, Brett almost crying years of joy. You place a gentle hand onto her shoulder, reassuring her that you'll settle this.
"You have NO RIGHT to question her position as Paramedic-in-Charge Mr. Hot shot Lieutenant." You spat in his face
He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but closes it when you give him the look of: 'oh I'm not done mister!'.
"She’s one of the GREATEST PICs I have ever worked with in my years of being in the Fire Department service. She’s one of the VERY few, that I am honored to be working with, one I come to know and love." You continue, "You question that position? And for what? The most beautiful Paramedic is beginning to question herself and what SHE wants? No, one should always be supportive. No matter what, you should leave my guy."
"Hate to tell you rookie, I'm not leaving yet," he tries to sound smug
"Oh you're leaving alright buddy," Hermann says, walking into the firehouse
He doesn't say anything else but give you one last look of disgust before leaving. You let out a breath of relief. Stella and Mackey applaud for you.
"You stood up for me?" Brett asks, looks at you, "Don't you hate me for hurting you?"
"Brett," you smile, "I never did hate you. I left so I could clear my head."
She smiles as she hugs you, "my god oh how I've missed you."
Your head drops down and rests on Brett's shoulder for your head to be cradled.
"I'm sorry Sylvs," you call her by her nickname, "You remember how I used to act... I didn't want that happening again."
"You could've just talked to me love," Brett whispers
After shift you head over to Molly's with Stella.
"How's your arm kid?" She asks
"Hurts but my sister stair to be careful, and then just have someone at med undo the stitches." You say
"That's good, that's good," Stella states, "You know, Brett was worried sick on that call this morning."
"Really?" You ask, leaning in towards Stella
"Speak of the Devil, there she is," Stella smiles, waving her over
"You look great Quinn," Brett smiles
"You look beautiful Sylvs," you smile back, sipping your whiskey
Stella looks at you, a look you know too well. That says, "go get your girl!"
You make fun if her look and then turn your attention to Brett.
"So Brett, how you been doing the last couple of days?" You ask
"Worrying about you," she sighs
You nearly choke on your drink as that though has never crossed your mind. You only thought that Sylvie had eyes for Grainger. Of all people, she worries about you.
“Really?” You ask, clearing your throat, “Why’s that?”
“you didn’t talk to me before heading off to your sister’s,” She says, “Also for telling Stella and Mackey to lie to me.”
“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” You say, “I wasn’t about to have my emotions get the best of me again.”
“You remember last time?” Sylvie asks
“Of course I do,” You say
“Do you want to get out of here?” Sylvie asks, “I know you don’t want that kind of thing to be talked about in public.”
“Sure,” You smile
You get a glance at Stella and she gives you a face of ‘go get your woman girl!’
Once the both of you reach your apartment, you follow Sylvie into hers.
“Remember that time I helped you calm down?” She finally asks
You nod, “I never did.”
“As soon as I touched you, you instantly calmed down,” She explains, “So, if what happened between us the other night affected your emotions, how come you didn’t tell me sooner?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if you were also into girls,” You confess, “You’re THE Sylvie Brett, one of the greatest people I’ve come to know and love in my life. And I’m just... Me... A paramedic with anger issues.”
“And I love you,” Sylvie confesses
Realizing what she had just said to you made her cheeks heat up. You look at her the same way. You gently press her against the doorframe to her room and place your lips along hers, building that inferno in your heart that burns for her.
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okay, so I don’t make these kinds of posts often because tbh I’m a little lazy and very tired like 24/7 lmao but I’ve been seeing a lot of Pride reading lists hit my dash (and they’re excellent, and I save them all!) buuuut reading books is still a roadblock I’m struggling to mentally overcome -- and audiobooks are great, but they take 84 years (sometimes literally???) to get through. so! I thought I’d share a (very tiny) list of the queer manga I’ve read this year that you might enjoy for Pride, with some descriptions/trigger warnings/thoughts to go with them. so here we go in no particular order other than where they sit on my bookshelf:
What Did You Eat Yesterday? by Fumi Yoshinaga
okay so I know I go on about this manga at literally every presented opportunity, but I honestly just can’t help myself??? as a thirty-something queer adult, I really love the quiet maturity of this relationship between Shiro and Kenji; especially when it’s highlighted by references to shenanigans of their youth, and the ways in which they are still growing as both individuals and a couple. I’ve only read the first six volumes but I’m OBSESSED.
Status: Ongoing (17 volumes; 15 translated)
Summary: Shiro and Kenji are an established adult couple with separate careers and interests, whose relationship is depicted over the meals cooked for them by Shiro. This doesn’t have an overarching plot, which might be off-putting for some readers; each chapter can be compared to a fanfic one-shot, usually containing it’s own tiny storyline or theme. It’s literally just domestic moments and meals shared between these men.
Warnings: While I didn’t personally have a problem with this, younger readers might find some of the dated terms offensive. If you’ve spent any time with older queer folks (older as in 45-50+) this won’t be anything you aren’t used to, but if your experience of queer folx skews younger or online, you might get taken by surprise. There’s also some internalized homophobia; and by some I mean quite a bit. Shiro’s personal arc (at least in the first six volumes) heavily revolves around how much he closets himself and tries desperately to pass as “normal” in Japanese business culture.
Boys Run The Riot by Keito Gaku
holy shit holy shit holy SHIT. this story is so good??? so VERY good??? I was a little cautious, and a little bit uninterested in a story about teens (only because I’m in my thirties and crave more adult representation,) but I was VERY WRONG to be. Boys Run The Riot is beautifully drawn, beautifully written, and probably my favorite work on this list. the mangaka is also trans so the inherent understanding and nuance of our protagonist’s experience is really lovely. Also featuring a fantastic brotp between a trans boy and his new himbo bestie; no seriously if you want a story about a trans boy getting to have good broships with other boys his own age I CANNOT stress this enough. Volume two is releasing next month; I have it preordered. I’m laying on my floor wishing for time to hurry the fuck up. I need more of this smol angry trans boy and his big soft himbo bff. PLS.
Status: Ongoing (4 volumes published; 2 translated)
Summary: Ryo Watari is a second year high school student who is trans and struggling to feel comfortable with his very rigidly structured life at school, at home, and among his friends (to whom he is not out.) By chance he meets Jin Sato, a cis boy who also feels outcast (often judged for his appearance without any deeper thought.) When Ryo comes out to Jin in a state of frustration, Jin accepts who Ryo is and makes an offer -- why not start a fashion line that subverts all the expectations that have been put on them both; why not express themselves even when they’ve been told they shouldn’t.
Warnings: Ryo is struggling with gender dysphoria, and it is written by someone who has probably experienced it, so it might be a little real for any trans folks who deal with that. Also, while neither the narrative nor Jin misgender Ryo (at least, not once he expresses to Jin that he is a man), Ryo is not out to anyone else and so he frequently is misgendered at school and we see how badly that impacts him and the way he views himself and processes his emotions. Ryo spends a lot of time being angry and trying to swallow it down, and that can be very raw to witness at times. There is also a depiction of unsafe binding (though the mangaka has an immediate note about binding safety, and goes further in-depth at the back of the manga.)
Our Dining Table by Mita Ori
okay, so I was a bit on the fence about whether or not I wanted to include this as a rec, but I decided that it might actually been what someone wants or needs, so here it is! while I really enjoyed this concept, and I’m always a sucker for found family stories (let me tell you I’m queer without telling you I’m queer, much?) it feels like this story is a bit rushed at times, and the romantic relationship between our protagonists is very blink and you’ll miss it. I don’t even want to call it subtle so much as it is just not remotely the focus of the story so it’s a little startling when it happens. but! if you’re looking for a story about adults processing grief and trauma together, and learning how to care for another person (and as a result, learning how to care for themselves,) this is a nice read that isn’t too heavy!
Status: Complete (one volume)
Summary: Yutaka is a salaryman whose past experiences prevent him from reaching out to others, even through something so simple as sharing a meal. Despite this is REALLY loves to cook, and wishes he had a reason to do it more often. Then he meets Minoru, and his muuuuuch younger brother Tane (it’s like a 17 year age gap between the brothers?) and finds himself teaching them how to cook, and overcoming his fear of eating in front of others.
Warnings: Good news, there’s no overt homophobia in this story! Bad news, the other trauma makes up for it! We have a lot of trauma surrounding parental death, childhood bullying, and adoption; in addition to an actual fear of eating in front of others.
Our Dreams at Dusk / Shimanami Tasogare by Yuhki Kamatani
this is the first manga series I collected, and I’m still very pleased about that. the art is ABSOLUTELY stunning? the use of visual imagery and surreal analogies to explain queerness is fucking on POINT. I cried so hard during a couple of these volumes I developed a migraine. I only have one piece of critique on the whole thing (addressed in the warnings,) and I intend to do another re-read when I’m ready for the catharsis of sobbing into my pillow again. Like Boys Run The Riot, Our Dreams at Dusk is drawn and written by a member of the queer community (a non-binary mangaka, this time,) and as a result it hits pretty fucking close to home in a lot of ways. while I really love this series it’s super not for the faint of heart, you WILL come out of this reading experience with some things to unpack.
Status: Completed (4 volumes; 4 translated)
Summary: We mostly follow Tasuku Kaname, as he is outted at school by a classmate as being homosexual, and his initial despair and subsequent journey of acceptance. In this process, Tasuku finds himself at a drop-in center, which seems to primarily function as a safe space for queer people; we meet several lesbians, an elderly gay man, a trans character, and a young character who isn’t ready for any kind of label because they are still ??? about themselves and their identity. Each of these “secondary” characters is given room to breathe and to work through difficulties of their own while Tasuku watches and learns that even though life is hard sometimes, there’s beauty to be found in one’s own strength.
Warnings: hoooo boy; well there’s all kinds of homophobia and transphobia; a character is outted against their will (multiple times), there’s some really insidious transphobia covered by “concern”, there’s internalized homophobia everywhere, and a very complicated asexual character whose presentation left me (as an ace) with super mixed feelings and a lot of frustration (though I wouldn’t call it bad necessarily; just wanted to put that out there for my fellow asexual folks.)
If you have read (or go on to read!) any of these, please let me know! I’d love to chat about the stories, and hear your thoughts on them -- because we’re a broad/diverse community and our own experiences shape us differently and give us different insights. <3 ANYWAY, for those of you who read this monstrous self-indulgent post, thank you! Feel free to add any queer manga you’ve been reading below - I’m always on the hunt for more recs!
#happy pride#manga recs#gay representation#queer representation#trans characters#asexual characters#gay characters#everything in-between tbh
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WINTER WONDERLAND
- a @babythotshq collaboration
❀ characters : motoya komori x gnl! reader
❀ genre : fluff
❀ warnings : mentions of alcohol, language , mentions of the pandemic
❀ wc : 2444
❀prompt : game night
shoutout to @sempiternal-amour . i got you for the secret santa event and i hope you had a wonderful christmas.
USUALLY CHRISTMAS WAS YOUR FAVOURITE HOLIDAY.
There had always been a set routine that you had adopted during this time of the year that always filled you with more happiness that you could imagine and once you had started dating Motoya, who had been just as enthusiastic as you and would not only tolerate but add on to your extreme love for Christmas, it seemed that nothing in your life could go wrong.
At least during Christmas.
That was until this year of course.
2020, the year that you hope you never have to relive again and the year that has filled you with so much pain, anguish and exhaustion that the disconnection you felt from Christmas was not even unexpected at this point.
There was no part of you that felt like it was Christmas time and you figured that the same could be said for your beloved boyfriend as well since he didn’t show you any signs of holiday spirit either. Going through the year had been hard on both of them, while neither of them were extroverts who liked going out there was something oddly stifling about being forced to stay home instead of choosing to.
As the months passed by and the virus didn’t show any signs of going away, their irritation at being forced to stay at home morphed into sheer fear for themselves and their loved ones so you suppose it was understandable that neither of you felt up for Christmas this year,
You flinched as cold and slightly damp skin came in contact with your exposed arms, the sleeves of your hoodie having been rolled up to give you more comfort as you kneaded the dough, “How many times have I told you not to hug me after working out? You smell gross babe.”
You teased as you turned your head to see your boyfriend better, his bangs were sticking to his forehead, no doubt because of the sweat but there was a bright smile on his face which even after all these years made you swoon.
“The love of my life looked so serious how could I not comfort them by bestowing my loving embrace upon them.” he pouted prompting an automatic eyeroll.
“Okay you dork,” you pecked his cheek to reassure him before pushing him away, “Now go take a shower before you stink up the whole place. I didn’t spend that much money on scented candles for you to ruin it with your sweat.”
“Whatever my love commands, i shall do.” With one last kiss to the back of your neck, Motoya walked away from you and into the washroom.
God, even though three years had passed since you started dating the volleyball player you couldn’t help but feel giddy over him. You used to think that it was only in fiction that people didn’t get completely and utterly bored with their partners.
“So i was thinking,” Motoya started as the two of you lounged on the sofa with your legs perched up on his lap as the two of you searched for something to watch.
“Oh dear, that’s never a good sign now is it?”
You laughed as he flicked the back of your feet, briefly making a quip about how you should moisturise more before looking at you and continuing his earlier sentence, “What if we have a game night or something for Christmas?”
“Hah?” You sat up at that and frowned at him, “Babe won’t that be like really irresponsible? We’re still in danger from the virus and shit.”
“No no,” he shook his head vehemently as if the very thought of breaking safety protocols was terrifying, “Like a virtual thing. I was talking to a few of my old teammates from high school and shit so they were telling me how they had a virtual party for a birthday so I dunno.”
“Look, I know we’ve both been in sort of a funk recently and you haven’t been feeling the vibe for this year either but I just thought it would be nice to go through our routine and just try to enjoy ourselves?”
“What would we even play though?” You mused as you looked at the boy who seemed to beam at the prospect of not having his idea shut down.
“I already googled that shit,” Motoya giggled as he leaned forward to press a light kiss to your lips, “You really should start moisturising babe.”
“Yeah yeah,” you pecked his nose, briefly wondering if people would hate how absolutely cringey the two of you were as a couple, “Does that mean we’re going to go through all the traditions?”
“Mm, of course. The others might not want to but we can do it ourselves right?”
“Yeah,” your enthusiasm for Christmas was still pretty much nonexistent but as you looked at your boyfriend who was showering you with kisses you couldn’t help but think that you didn’t have to be enthusiastic for Christmas at all.
Christmas Eve was surprisingly amazing.
The two of you had woken up at the same time, which was odd considering that Motoya always woke up before you for his training. A part of you wanted to stay snuggled up next to him in bed but there was a slightly bigger part of you which wanted to start with the festivities already.
Like all Christmases before today, it started with baking. Of course neither of you were that great at cooking so you had ordered the batters for everything that you were supposed to make.
The cookies and plum cake were first, considering that the mixes for them were the easiest to navigate through , the gingerbread house was next. You and Motoya had always had a certain amount of fondness for assembling the house , maybe it was because of the food fight that usually used to follow that used to prompt you to head to the backyard to hose each other down.
The second event was of course getting ready to wear the ugliest possible Christmas outfits the two of you could find. There was one Christmas, the very first one that you two spent together where you dressed up in attractive clothes taking inspiration from the Mean Girls outfit and while Motoya had appreciated that he had immediately made you swoon when he said that he would love to dress up in ugly outfits starting next year.
With your and Motoya’s nails painted with bright red and green nail polish and the two of you dressed in equally bright (and horrendous) red and green sweaters, you sat down with your laptops in front of you and logged into the zoom meeting.
Sakusa was the first one there of course, always the one to be ten minutes before the given time no matter how much he hated events like this, you and Motoya smiled triumphantly as his eyes narrowed in to look at something on the screen and his nose turned up in disgust.
“What in the hell are the two of you even wearing?”
The look of sheer disgust filled the two of you with a sense of pride , after all that was always the wanted reaction for you two. Second to horror of course.
“Are the others not here yet?”
“There are a few in the waiting room, I’ll just let them in.”
“Babe didn’t you disable the waiting room?” You questioned as you saw Motoya accept everyone individually.
He just looked at you with wide eyes with his eyebrows scrunched up, “Wait you can do that?”
You let out a snort before taking his laptop from him, out of the two of you you had always been the more tech savvy one.
“Heya everyone!” You tried to mask the awkwardness you were feeling as you greeted the handful of people who had joined in. Motoya and you wanted it to be a “small event” so you hadn’t invited many people in the first place except for a few of your mutual friends and Sakusa, “Thank you for joining us. Motoya and I didn’t want Christmas to suck so we figured something like this would be sorta fun.”
The circle you and Motoya mostly ran in was a close knit one where everyone knew each other and honestly you preferred having this than being surrounded by a bunch of fake people with whom you couldn’t be yourself.
Akira, your oldest friend and the person who had introduced you to Motoya in the first place was adorning her favourite cosplay , one of some character called Uravity and she smiled at you (well you assumed it was at you) before opening her mouth, “MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU WHORES.”
You winced at the loudness of her tone, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to connect your laptop to the Bluetooth speaker, “Akira my love, are you drunk already?”
“What’s Christmas without eggnog?” Akira grinned at you before picking up a piece of fried chicken and biting into it, “Besides, I’m exhausted as fuck this Christmas so you can’t judge me.”
“If you’re all exhausted and shit then why the fuck are you cosplaying?” Ryo, a teammate of Motoya's, grumbled as he looked at his screen. Surprisingly enough Ryo and Akira went to the same college, when you and Motoya got together it was a bit surprising to see that so many of the people you knew were somehow connected to him.
“Ryo stop being mean to Akira, she can do whatever she wants to do.” Like a true mom friend Azusa let out a soft sigh as he looked at the people on his screen. Azusa, was probably the only “new addition” you had to your group.
It was a bit surprising to say this but it was Sakusa who had introduced you and Motoya to the purple haired man who became your friend instantly. Apparently Azusa was one of the only people Sakusa respected enough to introduce to his circle, even his MSBY team members hadn’t received that privilege yet.
“Why can’t you all just shut up?” The final person in your tiny little group spoke up as he hid his face with the cloth of his turtleneck , “You guys are way too loud.”
“Now now,” Motoya intervened, “Why don’t we all start with the games already?”
Ryo’s lips turned up to form a competitive grin, “Of course, I’m going to pummel all of you to the ground.”
“Not if i pummel you first you stupid hoe,” Akira yelled at her screen but it was obvious that the declaration was meant for the only person who considered to be her rival (who she used to watch disney movies with and cried)
Sakusa had won all the games.
They didn’t play many games , just a few basic ones like Pictionary , bingo, and some trivia. They added a little spice to it by incorporating sharpies, drinks and junk food into the equation but at the end of it all, Sakusa was the only one who was fully sober while the rest were stuffed and tipsy and had drawings all over their face.
“FUCK,” you raised your head from Motoya’s shoulder and looked at the small square box where Ryo was staring at his lap? table? well whatever it was, “WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT I WAS USING A PERMANENT MARKER ON MY FACE?”
You let out a loud laugh as you looked at his face, there were drawings all over it - a proof that he lost miserably against Sakusa’s prowess - and the fact that he couldn’t get rid of it easily combined with her tipsy state , she burst into laughter.
The kind of laughter that made it hard to breathe and was so painful that you had to clutch your stomach , despite knowing that doing so had absolutely no impact on the pain you felt. Your laughter must’ve triggered a domino as everyone who was present in the zoom meeting started cackling, except for of course Ryo who was staring at all of you angrily.
“Whatever I’m leaving you assholes,” Ryo grumbled as he moved towards his laptop before moving back, “I’m only leaving because my mother is calling me so don’t bother pestering me to join again. Merry Christmas and bye you dicks.”
“Hey guys,” Akira’s girlfriend, Sumire, popped up on her screen and smiled sheepishly at the group, “Kira’s completely knocked out so I’m just gonna tuck her in. I’m sure she appreciated this, she’s been feeling funky lately.”
“No problemo Sumire,” you smiled at the girl, “the pleasure was all ours. Merry Christmas beautiful!”
Sumire blushed at the compliment before smiling at everyone, “Merry Christmas everyone, good night.”
“Aight I’m gonna sleep. I have work to finish tomorrow , this was fun guys.” Azusa smiled at them wryly as he clutched his head , he had always been the most sensitive to alcohol in their group.
“Good night Zuzu!”
The boy blushed at the nickname before growling angrily , “STOP CALLING ME THAT.”
You and Motoya shared a laugh as he left, the only people who were left in the meeting now were the two of you and Sakusa who seemed like he was on the verge of falling asleep then and there.
“Goodbye.”
Never mind , Sakusa left as well.
You laughed at his antics , already expecting an eloquent text about how the event was fun from the MSBY player, before you moved forward to shut down your laptop and Motoya’s laptop.
“Are we gonna get up to wash our face?” Motoya grumbled as he pulled you back into his arms.
“We can wait till tomorrow can’t we?” You nuzzled into his neck before placing a soft kiss there, “Thank you for doing this love. It was really fun.”
“Mm,” he nodded slowly , “it was. Maybe next year it will be better?”
“We can only hope can’t we?” You raised your head to press soft kisses on his face, “Besides as long as I’m with you, every Christmas is amazing.”
Motoya stared at you for a moment before the two of you burst out laughing, “That was so cheesy!”
“I know right? I almost couldn’t keep a straight face when I said it.”
“I love you so much,” Motoya leaned down to kiss you languidly before resting his forehead on yours, “I’m gonna marry you someday.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll say yes.”
“I know you will. Weren’t you the one who asked me to marry you on our first date?”
“That was because you gave me cake!”
“Yeah yeah,” Motoya moved in his position to make you more comfortable as you laid on his chest, “Merry Christmas love.”
“Merry Christmas handsome.”
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Dynasty AU: Part 1
I did some world building for this one. I hope you enjoy! If you want to see the first part, here’s the masterlist.
also tagging @idiotwhotalkstoomuch since she’s awesome lmao. Love ya platonically
“Be on your best behaviour Yuu. The Asim’s are visiting. After lunch you can play with Kalim, okay?” His mother told him as she combed his hair. Yuu was pretty ecstatic, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone his age ––then again, he had cousins the same age, some even younger–– especially since this was the cheerful kid back from the party.
And he had nice clothes...nevermind.
Yuu nodded. His mother set down the comb on the vanity table before squishing his cheeks. He pouted but giggled soon after. He hugged his mom as a way of thanking her before running out of the room, followed by his nanny.
As he walked beside his nanny, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes downcast. “What’s wrong Yuu-sama?” His nanny asked.
“Okaasan..why does she look sad?” He asked his nanny, who only looked at him with an undecipherable expression.
“I’m not too sure Yuu-sama, but it’s most likely just stress. After all, it takes a lot of time to prepare the house for guests, especially when they’re such important people.” She tried explaining. Yuu merely nodded at her explanation. He knew she was hiding something, but if she was hiding something from him, it meant that he didn’t need to know.
Though that didn’t mean he would be any less curious.
His nanny guided him to the green room, where he was greeted by his sister. He sort of wished his nanny would come with him, but as soon as his sister took his hand, she shooed her off. His sister smiled at her, and for a moment he almost forgot about that time at the birthday party. Almost.
Ever since the party, his feelings on his sister have been rather...conflicted. She was demanding, intimidating, everything she wasn’t at home. It was as if her personality took a complete 180. He kind of wanted to ask her if she was sick or if anything was bothering her.
Yuu felt his sister squeeze his hand. He wasn’t sure if it was a warning or reassurance. Hatsuko guided Yuu to the table where the Asim’s and their grandfather were currently chatting.
Yuu immediately let go of Hatsuko’s hand and ran to hug his Sofu, ignoring his sister’s yells. His sofu chuckled at his antics as he hugged him back. “Good afternoon Sofu!” Yuu greeted.
“Now aren’t you energetic, aren’t you little dumpling?” His grandfather mused. Yuu pouted at this. He was just excited, he hadn’t seen his Sofu all week due to a business trip he and his dad went to. He should probably ask Sofu why his dad wasn’t back too.
Hatsuko gracefully sidled beside them, bowing to the Asim’s who watched in amusement as Yuu interacted with his grandfather. It could only be described as precious, adorable, and undeniably heartwarming. “Yuu, you have to greet them too you know~” Hatsuko whispered into Yuu’s ear.
Yuu paused, suddenly remembering why he was in the green room in the first place. He sheepishly smiled as detached himself from his Sofu to bow politely at the Asim’s. Politely waving at an excited Kalim, who was all but ready to tackle the other into a hug if it came to it. His Sofu called him energetic, but Kalim was probably its dictionary definition.
Yuu noticed another boy beside Kalim, and he immediately took interest in their long hair. It must’ve been hard to wash, he should know, he had pretty long hair too, but it wasn’t as long as theirs. It must be fun to braid that…
“We shouldn’t keep the children from playing. After all, this is part of the reason we came here.” The woman on the opposite side, the third wife of Asim, stated as she motioned for the boy with long hair to follow Kalim. The boy nodded vigorously.
Sofu smiled. “Yes, we shouldn’t.” He sent a sidewards glance to Hatsuko, before motioning to the chair beside him. Hatsuko gracefully sat onto the chair, and honestly, she seemed like a robot with how proper her movements were. The adults led the children away from the table, instantly talking about a potential partnership.
Kalim instantly bolted towards Yuu, gung-ho, throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Yuu was rather shocked for a few seconds before hugging back, chuckling a little. The long-haired boy stood a good distance behind Kalim, politely bowing when he realised Yuu glanced in his direction. When Kalim had separated himself from Yuu, Kalim gently took the latter’s hand and led Yuu towards Jamil.
“Yuu, this is Jamil! He’s my-“ Kalim was cut off by Jamil, who bowed once more.
“I’m Jamil Viper, Kalim’s attendant and retainer.” He formally introduced himself. Yuu awkwardly told him that he didn’t need to bow, but it seemed there was no stopping him.
“No, you’re my friend,” Kalim said with a pout that made Yuu chuckle. Jamil sighed, bringing a hand to massage his temples.
Yuu was curious about Jamil, especially since it was his first time seeing him. During the party, he wasn’t there, does that mean he was just newly appointed? But aren’t retainers supposed to be a bit older? That’s how the Kingscholar’s retainers looked like. Or were those just elders?
He saw Kalim’s excited eyes as they wandered around the manor, his eyes darting around every single piece of art that hung on the walls, as well as the numerous pieces of technology, his curiosity was ever-present. Jamil was following behind them ––even after Kalim’s insistence of walking beside them, to which he declined–– his eyes intrigued by the grandeur collection. Just one of these paintings could probably keep his family alive for a good decade or two.
After Yuu’s tour of the house, Kalim had all but begged Yuu to let them into the kitchen. Kalim went on going on and on about Jamil and his ability to made really good Roti’s and curry. The three of them ended up running around the kitchen with supervision from Yuu’s nanny. Kalim was bouncing, carefully placing the bag of whole wheat flour and a few cups of water on the kitchen island that he could ––luckily–– reach. Jamil was about to go and get the rest of the ingredients himself before Kalim assured him that he could do it himself ––with a bit of help from Yuu’s nanny, who found it heartwarming how much the young Asim heir wanted to help.
While Jamil was mixing, Yuu decided to watch from the bar stool in front of the island. . He didn’t really have any idea what the two were doing, so he decided it was best if he just...didn’t interfere.
Yuu was curious about Jamil. He seemed distant, recluse, or maybe robot-like was a better way to describe him. He only did what he was told, followed Kalim like a loyal puppy, and always put Kalim above him. He didn’t really interact with Jamil much, mostly because Kalim was able to grab his attention at any given moment, but now that they were just chilling in the kitchen, maybe he could finally interact with the boy.
“So...Jamil-san, I didn’t see you at the party…and I was wondering why...” He trailed. Jamil looked up from the bowl, still stirring the mixture that was beginning to become thicker.
Jamil pursed his lips as he stirred. “A few days before the party, we found poison in one of Kalim’s meals. As his attendant, I had to poison test his food...you get what happened.” He said as he placed the spoon down and took the dough in his hands and placed it on the board.
Yuu didn’t know how to respond to that. “A-Are you okay now?” He asked as placed his hands on the counter.
Jamil hummed a short yes while kneading the dough, sifting a bit of flour on top since it was a bit too sticky. “I was only sick for a few days, I was back on my feet once the Asim’s returned from your party two days later.” He said, a small smile on his face as if reassuring him he was alright, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes...just like his Sobo’s, and even his mom’s.
He shook the thought of his head. “M-maybe I should take over…even though I don’t know anything...” He mumbled, but Jamil caught onto it. He nodded and motioned for Yuu to take his place. Yuu walked to the sink to wash his hands.
“You just need to knead the dough anyways…” He said to Yuu as he moved to make space for him. Yuu approached the board before placing his hands on the dough.
It was silent for a few moments, Yuu internally contemplating what to say next since he didn’t want his conversation with Jamil to end, and another because he was genuinely concerned. There was something that was weighing him down somehow...he wasn’t sure what it was, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t understand it either. Jamil on the other hand was wondering why it took so long for Kalim to return, but luckily he could see him from the pantry. His safety was his top priority.
“You know, you remind me of someone I know.” Yuu said out loud, which startled Jamil. Yuu felt his cheeks flush at the sudden realisation that he had said his thoughts out loud.
Jamil hummed. “And who do I remind you of? I may ask.”
Yuu bit his lip as he stopped kneading the dough. “You remind me of Sobo.”
Jamil tilted his head to the side. “I remind of you of someone as great as the wife of Ryo Eshima?” He asked, rather amused. She was a great woman. She rose to the top, and unlike others who selfishly took, she gave. She managed to give the homeless stable jobs, the middle class the ability to rise the ranks, she even welcomed others as her own. It was definitely a comparison that Jamil didn’t see.
“Yeah, she’s great and all, but people keep making her a god or something.” Yuu mused, and Jamil just found himself nodding, best to take the word of the one with an actual blood relation to them. “She’s human too...maybe that’s why she hid her illness. Kind of like you.”
Jamil blinked, not expecting such a declaration. Yuu noticed the confused expression that coloured his face, so he quickly added. “You’re hiding something. You may not be ill, but you’re hiding something, and I want you to know that you shouldn’t be hiding it.”
Jamil paused, processing the words that just came out of Yuu’s mouth. “Trust me Yuu-san, if I could, I would be revealing whatever I’m hiding.” He said cryptically as his eyes became downcast. Yuu was going to ask what he meant but Kalim had finally entered the kitchen, towels, butter, and some fine sea salt in hand, Yuu’s nanny fretting about the young heir.
Yuu wanted to frown, but knew that it would just get the attention of his nanny and Kalim. Instead he sighed as he glanced to Jamil, who approached Kalim, taking everything from his hands and taking the towel and putting it over the dough. Seriously! Why did everyone hide everything from him!
#twisted wonderland#ツイステッドワンダーランド#twst#twst yuu#twst au#twisted wonderland au#twst oc#twst world building lmao#twst yuu/mc#twst dynasty au#dynasty au#interpretation#twst jamil#twst jamil viper#jamil viper#twst kalim#twst kalim al-asim#kalim al-asim#yuu eshima#hatsuko eshima#my tagging is going rogue so I’ll stop here-
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Pt.3 Devilman Crybaby Post (anime spoilers)
Alright so this is the last post and honestly i forgot to talk about the last episodes 7-10. Can u feel my depression while writing this, bro the sadness is never ending. I have become one with the mf void, and within it there is no self, no thoughts, no emotions just darkness.
Also TW alot of this stuff is extremely gory and dark (lots of horrible deaths that I may talk about, so tread lightly)
Lets just say things took a turn for the......first of all WTAF Homeskillet NOOOOOOOOOOO (if u haven’t read part 1 of this post homeskillet is Taro Makimura) HE ATE HIS FREAKING MOM, AND WHEN I TELL U I GAGGED AND FELT MY EYES TEARING UP. THAT WAS THE MOST TWISTED THING I EVER SAW AND THE DAD FOUND THEM. Basically the mom had taken Taro away from the family when she learned that he was a demon, also i thought he was a devilman but he didn’t win against the demon so he was taken over. But in the scene when he’s slowly eating his mother, and his dad is screaming why pointing a gun at his son, who he now realizes is his son. Taro’s demon begins to tear up making me believe that Taro was conscious but not in control of his actions. And thats when the tears begin to fall, and the dad was screaming and crying at how unfair the world was and how disgusting the sight in front of him was he couldn’t bring himself to shoot. So then the army guys who kill demons came and the dad begged them not to kill his son, but without hesitation they fired on dad and Taro, subsequently killing both. Akira tried to save them but was ultimately too late and ended up atleast grabbing the bodies and burying them.
The next scene in the episode shows Akira crying while on his knees infront of three graves (with crosses) on what looks like a hill. And I wondered if this was alluding to the three crosses who stood on Golgatha’s hill. This definetly marked a turning point for Akira and how he felt about Ryo. Anyway demons from everywhere popped up and tried to kill Akira at the instructions of Psycho Jenny, but then Miko saves him.
OH SCHNAPP I FORGOT TO TELL YALL Miko is a devilman and sis ate MY KING OF SPOKEN WORD and I think she ate her grandmother too. Anyway she really uses her new abilities to her advantage and wants to be better than Miki M. She later confesses that her jealousy and hate was just her inability to come to terms that she loved Miki and looked up to her, she didn’t like being outdone when she was used to being the best. Anyway she saves Akira from the demons trying to kill him. At this same moment Ryo is having a come to jesus moment (more like come to satan moment) he realizes that he is SATAN. I FUCKING KNEW IT. Anyway he goes on air, and stirs chaos by OUTING AKIRA. If i could throw hands and get my grandma to pray the mess outta that fool I would, damn he really didn’t have to do him like that so the whole worlds now knows that humans can become demons, so people begin to openly attack everybody. Anyway that public call out puts a target on Akira.
Akira and Miki have a moment where shes like even as a devilman he’s still the crybaby she’s always known and love. oh btw Miki now knows her parents are dead and so is her little brother. Let me tell u her screams of anguish THAT SHIT HURTED. Anyway The Spoken Word Squad is now friends with Miki because the main dude gotta crush on her, and THEY ARE SO MF LOYAL THE REAL MVP’S of THE SHOW. (except shorty he really played us) Anyway Akira goes to get answers and confront Ryo and u can see the betrayal on his face he truly still believed Ryo was trying to make the world a better place. Anyway a mob descends on the Makimura household and the Spoken Word Squad says to leave it to them. At this point I am bawling my eyes out, and i’m slowly being pulled apart by the void. Miko takes Miki on her back to try and escape from the mob but those hoes mad angry and for what reason, anyway before this Miki made a twitter post talking about how much she loved Akira i think in the familial since tho, and how even though he is a devilman he is still who he used to be and that the humans are capable of loving them even though they are different. He’s not the enemy they should be focusing on.
So as u may have guesses SPOKEN WORD SQUAD DIED, eversingle one of them, but not without being the baddest bitches every before going out. Seriously Homeslice with the dread had that crowbar and my boi was swinging and taking hoes out, but homie ended up getting over powered and visciously stabbed to death. The same happen to the dude who was crushing on Miki M basically there were just too many people(those people were the real monsters, giving into raw fear to tear into children like that)
Anyway Miko and Miki are making there escape and they end up on their old running path, and its really sad. A jeep comes out of nowhere and everybody a motherfucking automated weapons. And they continue shooting at Miko and Miki until they bring them down, Miko urges Miki to run and continue running until she’s safe and to leave her behind. Miki runs and then the show the screen with them as kids running and passing the baton. Miko passes Miki the baton signaling her death, then Miki continues to run with the baton she’s trying to catch up to Akira who in front of her but she can’t seem to and then someone in real life shoots her in the legs, but she keeps moving and finally she’s able to pass the baton to Akira. At this moment (not me tearing up as I write this) she is tackled by some guy who stabs her and she screams out, calling out for Akira. But he never makes it.
Akira goes to this place where humans have crucified other humans and there are throwing stuff at them. Akira comes and shields them, and cries out that if they should kill someone kill him. In the midst of his crying, a voice over of miki’s letter is played. And like in the bible a little child shall lead them, which a little boy goes up to Akira to hug his leg and other kids follow the mob stops throwing stuff and now some adults are coming up to Akira to apologize hugging him and crying and they help the people they had crucified. In the midst of this the demons convince Track Homie to betray Akira even though Akira was helping him. So he impales Akira with his horn thing, in the process trampling many of the humans who had been standing near, causing a panic. Demons come out of nowhere and Akira gets away.
Now Akira has made it back to Miki’s house after a big fight with Ryo promising to defeat the other. He gets there to find the house up in flames and a mob surrounding it all whooping and cheering. He focuses on the mob and almost throws up finding that Miki, Miko and the Spoken Word Squad had all been decapitated and amputated and their limbs where pushed down on spikes which were being lifted and waved around for all to see by the mob. In a fit of rage and sadness at the fact that humans had done this he releases a fiery blaze crisping the humans in the mob. He swiftly leaves and the final strand attaching him to Ryo breaks. In Ryo’s tranformation to satan they now are naked, full breast and genetalia on display with big white wings. Ryo tells Akira that he doesn’t want to fight him, he did all of this so they could be together. But Akira said he has enough spite and anger for both of then and charges, they have a midair battle and the demons back up Ryo, in the end other Devilman come to help Akira lending him limbs so that he may continue fighting sacrificing themselves.
The fight is long and sad, you can tell immediately that Akira is no match for Ryo. The scene changes to when they were younger as children, playing in the snow and going to hotsprings, exploring and just enjoying each others company. It shows just how pure and adorable Akira was and how Ryo always showed sign of not having any regards for life and believing that the weak deserved to die. Then it changes scenes to the baton passing scene showing the baton being passed from miko to miki then to akira and finally akira trying to pass the baton to Ryo but the baton keeps dropping between then, it happens several time until it drops one last time and the new scene is of the sky. Ryo’s voice is speaking to Akira as he stares at the sky, we see the side profile of Akira and his eyes are open but he’s not responding.
Ryo continues to speak about them as children, then the screen pans to the sky showing broken planets and the earth around them is destroyed all that remains are broken pieces and the heel they are on. No other signs of life. Ryo asks Akira a question, and believes him to just still be mad at him but then he touches his face and says he’s been so quiet. Finally he cries and he exclaims how he doesn’t understand these feeling and asks Akira what these feelings are.
Akira finally hands Ryo the baton.
The scene pans to show us Akira missing half of his body and dead. Ryo cries out to Akira pleading with him to say something, then he pleads that Akira not leave him alone. He continues to sob into Akira and plead to not be left alone as the screen moves further away from them, showing the actual destruction caused by their fight which basically destroyed the solar system.
So yeah, i am one with the void, devoid of emotions, thoughts, and feelings. I belong to the darkness, how tf am i supposed to feel after that. I-i just wanted Akira to be happy, but apparently that was too much to ask. Goddamn THE WHOLE MF SOLAR SYSTEM. I cried so hard my brother was actually worried about me, I had puffy red eyes and couldn’t stop my mf hiccups. and warning i do no cute cry, that shit was really ugly.
So yeah, I thought it was really good, definitely not for everybody though. Imma need to watch some Ouran Highschool Host Club. Also prayed with my grandma the other day for extra protection. But umm somebody please tell me what the relationship between Akira and Ryo because the end scene got me confused. I think it Ryo realizing his feeling for Akira because he didn’t want him to die and realized Akira had always been there for him. So this was def a wild ride, Miki was honeslty a pretty solid person except when she was modeling for that creepy dude. And then sis went to his house and asked for a shower, I was like sis are u DumbDDumbDDDDumb, luckily Akira was there because Ryo out here killing grandmas and was ready to kill Miki back then too.
Also FLY HIGH SPOKEN WORD SQUAD and MY KING OF SPOKEN WORD.
and Taro really was bestboi led astray.
My pain level is astronomical might as well be numb. 10/10 probably won’t watch again unless I need a good cry and psychological trauma. But it was really good all in all.
#devilman crybaby#akira fudo#miki makimura#miki matsubara#ryo asuka#kunkun#moyuru koda#i am pain#im in pain#the void#screaming#gore#anime made me cry#anime#that shit hurted#what is life#watch and weep#death#angst#crying™#pain™#am i okay?#no#why is it spicy?#regrets#complicated feelings#what is love#dumb hoe#this is long#taro makimura
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...MMM, DELICIOUS.
➳ request: Hellooo! I’ve come to request once again! May I request a scenario in which the reader serves Souma, Akira, Ryo, Takumi and Satoshi (seperatly) ordered food but says they cooked it themself as a prank?Would they know? Would they be honest or would they lie bc they don’t wanna hurt the reader? ~💠
➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, aldini takumi, isshiki satoshi
➳ warnings: swearing, hinted australian!reader (soma), lack of knowledge of takeout food chains in japan
➳ notes: omgggg 💠 anon, hellooo ;v; this request is great, i love you. giving me the best fuel for food wars content. you’re welcome back any timeee and sorry for the wait, i’ve been LAZY.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.
i’d like to think he’d be nice about it
and i’m sure he’d try
but uhhh
he’s not the best ay lying.
so he might as well not have
“hey babe! i’m back,” soma calls out, dumping his paper bag of miscellaneous goods on the table in your dorm.
“hello,” you responded, using a spoon to decorate the plate with the sauce you’d ordered as a side to compliment the steak and vegetables.
“whatcha makin’?” he asked, leaning on the kitchen island as he watched you plate up. you smiled at his curiosity, pushing forward the plate and holding out cutlery.
“why don’t you try and see?”
taking the cutlery from you, he took a bite out of the food you’d laid out for him, he raised the steak to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. a small frown decorated his features as he looked back and forth between you, who was beaming at him - little did he know it was out of amusement rather than pride - and the steak that took up at least half of the plate.
“yeah, it’s... good,” he said finally, but not particularly excited to take another bite.
“no it’s not, you fucking dumbass.”
“what?”
“i didn’t cook it, soma, it’s from fucking outback steakhouse,” you explained, your smile twisting into a smirk. “and for the record, australia does do it better and i do not accept whatever the hell this is as an aussie steak.”
“...make one for me please-”
you ruffled his hair lightly as you took a bite of the steak yourself. “like, now?”
“yes. now.”
sighing, you pushed the steak to the side and fixed your outfit before turning to the fridge, silently thanking fumio for restocking as you laid your eyes upon a nice cut of steak. “alright then. wanna compete?”
“yeah, i don’t think so,” soma responded immediately. “i don’t think i can compete.”
“right answer.”
── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.
mean.
he probably considered ignoring it
but you got takeout indian
that was your first mistake
and he can’t allow this by any means
hayama stuck his head through the door at the familiar aroma of curry. he smiled gently as he saw you standing over the stove, lamb rogan josh simmering in a pan.
“mind if i have a taste?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and peering into the pan.
internally, you were giggling with your feet kicking in the air because he’s fallen for the trap! but instead you hummed in consideration, avoiding eye contact with him to feign shyness.
“i don’t know...”
“i won’t judge if that’s what you’re worried about,” hayama said, but you arched an eyebrow at him, an amused smile beginning to play on your lips. “ok, maybe i will, but i’m more than qualified to help you,” he added.
“ok then, if you’re sure.”
as he took a clean spoon and fork from the drawer, he tried the sauce first, an intense silence overtaking the room as he tried to register the flavours. he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it as he reached for a sizeable chunk of lamb.
“how does it smell so nice but taste so off? what the hell did you do?” he demanded, inspecting the curry further as he used the wooden spoon nearby to push the curry around the pan. “you’ve used the right spices but cooked it wrong.”
snickering to yourself, you pat him on the shoulder as you pulled the ubereats receipt from your pocket. “that’s because it’s from the place down the road.”
“they’re white, aren’t they?”
“i don’t know what ethnicity they are, i got it delivered.”
── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.
mean pt 2.
you, too, made the mistake of getting takeout
but not just takeout, no no
IKEA CINNAMON ROLLS
he. was. D I S G R A C E D.
“oi.”
turning around, you smiled as you say your boyfriend standing by the doorway. walking around the kitchen island, you pulled the bar stool back and pat the seat, beckoning him to sit with you.
“you’re back earlier than expected,” you commented, taking your rightful place on his lap when he sat down. ryou made no move to shove you off, but he didn’t try to get any closer to you either.
“what’s in the oven?”
“decided to try make some scandinavian cinnamon rolls,” you answered, readjusting your position on his lap.
“why scandinavian?” ryou asked, interest slightly piqued since, y’know. it’s his culture, which turned out to be the reason you ‘made’ them.
“because it’s you!”
“i’m not a cinnamon roll.”
“respectfully disagreed,” you said, booping his nose and hopping off of his lap as the timer went off. using some oven mitts, you took the tray out and left it on top of the stove to cool, but not before taking a shaker filled with pearl sugar to decorate.
“they don’t look right.”
“huh?”
“they look weird,” ryou repeated, scowling at the cinnamon rolls on the baking tray.
“i’m sorry, babe. i can’t control how bread rises.”
cautiously, ryou poked the treats before just taking a bite from one, ignoring the burning feeling on his tongue. “these are fucking disgusting. not sorry. i’ll make some to show you how it’s supposed to be done. watch me destroy your cinnamon rolls.”
“wowwww. dissing ikea so casually.”
“well, that’s why they fucking suck.”
── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.
he’d lie
he can’t hurt your feelings like that
it wasn’t inherently bad
he could just... do better
and he would if you just asked him
listen. he physically can’t handle italian food cooked by anyone who isn’t italian themselves, or at least has trained in italian cuisine (preferably in italy). but he’s also the fattest doormat ever. he lets people step all over him if it prevents conflict or him hurting feelings. tonight is a prime example.
you just threw in some spaghetti bolognese from, like, fasta pasta into a pan to heat it up again because by the time it got to you, it was lukewarm. not great. and takumi, like most of the other boys in this post, can recognise the smell of his cuisine anywhere.
when he came in, he paused for a moment because that’s not how he makes it and he’s confused by your methods.
“darling, what are you doing?” he asked, standing beside you as you stirred the food you’d ordered, but expertly set up as if you’d made it.
“making spaghetti bolognese, wanna try a bit?”
“sure.” taking the fork from you, he tasted whatever the fuck you had done, raising his eyebrows as if he was surprised by the taste, but he really did have to fight the urge to become the kombucha girl from tiktok.
“how is it?”
“yeah, it’s good,” he said, forcing another bite. he felt bad at the disappointed look on your face.
“it’s probably not as good as yours though...” you mumbled. takumi pouted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and caressing your cheek gently.
“i can teach you if you want.” he was taken aback at your sudden jump in mood, blinking obliviously at your smiling face.
“yeah! we’ll see how you go against fasta pasta!”
“wait, what?”
── 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.
also lies
except he knows it’s takeout
he just wants to play along
also, he recognises where the food is from
it’s his guilty pleasure food chain-
he heard the crunch of fried chicken and he came RUNNING. pretty much bursting through the doors, he pointed at you, who was just sitting with a plate of fried chicken and chips. nothing incredibly special. but as isshiki demanded to eat some, you had the idea to pretend you’d made it yourself.
“ok, but i cooked it a little while ago,” you said, holding out some for him to take. “might not be as hot.”
“that’s entirely ok, babe, i will have anything you cook.”
you would be mistaken if you thought isshiki wasn’t going to full send the piece of fried chicken. on the first bite, he knew it came from kyochon chicken, because he’s addicted to their korean fried chicken. BUT, he was gonna play along with the concept that you cooked it yourself.
“i’m in heaven,” he stated, mouth still full of food.
“yeah, ok, talk when you’ve finished eating, please,” you said, handing him a napkin.
“make more,” he requested once he’d finished his mouthful. “i need more.”
chuckling to yourself, you shook your head. “as much as we both enjoy kyochon chicken, we don’t need to soak up my money when you know you can make it easily as good.”
“AWWWWW-”
“so, i’m gonna take the rest of this chicken while you make your own,” you added, taking another piece and relishing in isshiki’s betrayed look.
“what?! but i want some tooooooo.”
“babe, i told you, make it yourself, unless you want to pay for some yourself,” you teased, shielding your chicken from the hungry man.
“a worthy investment.”
#food wars#shokugeki no soma#yukihira soma#hayama akira#kurokiba ryou#aldini takumi#isshiki satoshi#food wars x reader#shokugeki no soma x reader#yukihira soma x reader#hayama akira x reader#kurokiba ryou x reader#aldini takumi x reader#isshiki satoshi x reader#food wars imagines#shokugeki no soma imagines#yukihira soma imagines#hayama akira imagines#kurokiba ryou imagines#aldini takumi imagines#isshiki satoshi imagines
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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)
(previous chapter)
Chapter 29 – Disaster and Calamity
“Goddamn it...... If only I had arrived sooner...”
“Don’t do that to yourself. It wasn’t deliberate, and you were left in the dark regarding the situation.”
Frankenstein stabbed the end of his sentence with a big fat period, as if warning Lunark that he will hear no more of her self-reprimand.
As she gaped at him, she suddenly made a snickering noise; knowing this is no situation in the world to laugh at, Frankenstein raised his eyebrow.
“I can’t imagine what would have become of us if it weren’t for you.”
Her lips curved in a beautiful crescent, and Frankenstein could feel his head swaying in dazzlement, because of which he could not keep his eyes locked on her face.
To his great relief, his control over his facial expressions was not completely lost. Not just yet.
“Are you saying things would have been irredeemable if it weren’t for me? I know most of your warriors as of now were chosen urgently, but I think you have a trust issue with your own kind.”
“That’s not true. Of course I trust them. But it’s different from the trust I have for you. It’s like... How should I put this?”
After rotating her head to either side for a bit, Lunark set her eyes on a wolfsbane plant, its blossoms embodying the exact color of her pupils.
“My trust for my kind is like trust in a flower. It is capable of thriving and flourishing on its own, but it will surely return your investment as much as you input. On the other hand, you shouldn’t expect much if you did not make much investment, though it won’t wilt so easily.”
Then what about your trust in me?
Frankenstein could not bring himself to ask, lest his voice be marred with expectation too tangible.
“And my trust in you is like... Like that in the moon.”
Lunark raised her head, beholding the milky celestial body glowing above, serving as a spotlight for just the two of them.
“Its presence will never fade away no matter how far it is. It stays inconspicuous for most of your daily life, but you can locate it in its orbit, promised and undoubted, once you seek it. So you can always tell yourself that it will always be there for you.”
And it’s unreachable by all standards. And it shines wherever and whenever I gaze at it.
Lunark muttered her final comment like a whisper, but she soon regretted that she did not furnish it mute in her head.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
Lunark’s heartstrings tugged when Frankenstein retorted, and after hesitation she yielded the latter half of the truth.
“...You shine. You always do, wherever you are.”
As soon as she said that, Frankenstein’s ears, hidden beneath his silky blonde, heated up as his blood boiled, followed suit by his head and heart.
“What? Don’t tell me this is your first time having someone tell you you’re good-looking. I should know it’s not the first, and certainly not the first from me. And don’t you dare ask me to repeat myself. My face is not thick enough to do that.”
As she feigned calmness, the series of words she fired broke the surface of Frankenstein’s heart and caused relentless ripples, each greater than the one before.
Now that he has acknowledged his feelings for her, the words that should contain no meaning (or so he had thought) reached the depths that he did not even know they existed.
On the contrary, he did not hate the fact that she had such high evaluation for him. In fact, he liked it, so much that he felt kind of lightheaded.
The only thing he could do was to peek at her as she stared above, smiling very serenely for a reason Frankenstein could not imagine and would die to figure out.
(Illustration by. RyO - you can find her DeviantArt page here)
He managed to break free from his reverie only when his mind screamed at him that if he keeps gawking at her, he will not be able to produce an excuse when she inquires him what he is looking at.
“So where were you all this time?”
Lunark turned silent at once, not sure what to do.
She had been in Seoul, the perimeter near the neighborhood where Frankenstein used to be. She raced all the way to Korea right after her encounter with Rael.
She wanted to do something to relieve Frankenstein of his stress, so she opted to get something he is fond of from Korea.
To her utmost surprise, she ran up to something not at all she had looked forward to, and she was not sure how she should unleash the details to the man in front of her.
The three modified humans under his wings had a problem – or they were the problem.
And it was by no means insignificant, momentous enough to be dubbed a disaster.
*****
Few days ago, a building zone in Seoul
Never in her life has Lunark ever wished so dearly for a reason.
The one who would have the greatest knowledge of Frankenstein’s likes would be him.
However, immediately after she reminded herself of the fact, she could feel an invisible wall thrusting itself upon her.
‘Just what kind of reason can I give to ask him what Frankenstein likes?’
It was no hour to pay any sort of visit; she regretted that she did not arrive during day, when he would be at school, a much more convenient environment for her to attempt lying that she wanted to say hi during a business trip to Korea.
And since this was a personal visit, she had no legitimate excuse to waste more than a day to fulfill her purpose.
Then it hit her that Frankenstein might not be happy that she had sought Raizel on a personal matter, and in no chance in hell was she going to do something that had even a close-to-zero chance of winning herself his murderous glare.
Which is why she settled on counsel from the three modified humans in his team. For which reason was what she was missing once again.
She did not have to confront them to realize that they are willing to bolt out anytime as soon as she pretends there is something wrong with Frankenstein.
And they were not stupid to buy when she tells them she decided to drop by, whether she had something to deal with or not.
She did break some ice with M-21, offering him a helping hand or two, but she remembered how she made it specific that the only reason why she would ever help him is because he is Frankenstein’s comrade.
‘And why did I ever say that to him...?!’
Unable to find a way out of the labyrinth of trouble in her own mind, Lunark was helplessly exhausting her time, stuck in the shady corner of a nameless building, until she caught a familiar scent in the air.
‘...It’s them. And it’s getting stronger. Like they are coming this way. Did they notice I’m here?!’
Feeling guilty for an unimaginable reason, Lunark made herself even scarcer, well-aware that she had nothing to hide.
She peeked at the sources of the scent, the only hint that she was very close to the ones she was looking for.
She could find the three men, in the exact same looks as the imprinted images in her head, entering a building at distance, in a curiously and highly cautious manner, probably because of whatever that was waiting for them inside.
‘What a coincidence.’
Lunark could not tell whether she should be amazed at herself, having provided herself a chance though it was never intended, or frustrated with herself, incapable of using her chance when it is right there.
She could only watch for what would happen next, and before too long M-21 ran outside – or rather, he ejected himself from within.
Tao followed and held him by his shoulders, and Lunark guessed Takio was near the entrance, by the glimpse of his purple hair dancing.
And M-21 exhibited quite vicious gestures and expressions during their conversation.
‘...No, it’s more than vicious. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him punching at them, and I’d thought they are more than close.’
Lunark knew this requires more investigation, so she slipped away from her secret respite to hear them.
“...This to us?!”
“Hold it, M-21. Let’s just calm down and...”
“I should’ve known something is wrong. I should’ve known something is wrong when you took your least favorite menu from the fridge at an inconvenient spot to reach, and then you started taking out some of our groceries. How could you keep this a secret, Tao? You knew that our fridge has been losing weight recently! Did you give a hand in this?!”
“I didn’t! I didn’t even know what was going on until now. I figured there must be a good reason why Takio didn’t tell us, so...”
“Oh, yes. Speaking of which, let’s hear it. So tell me how good is your reason to keep one of the most dangerous agents of Union hidden in here.”
Lunark could not remember what exactly happened next; when she snapped awake, she found herself looking directly into three pairs of eyes, quaking in recognition.
“W-what are you...”
“Move.”
“What? Uh, wait...!”
Instead of reiterating herself, Lunark shoved herself into the door, the three men too flustered to stop her.
And so Lunark came face-to-face with a woman with red hair and sharp looks all too familiar, flinching at her in a safehouse marred with equipment and supplies boasting Frankenstein’s touch.
“You...?”
“...Aren’t you the 5th Elder?”
“...Care to explain?”
Her eyes were fixed on Yuigi, but Lunark was clearly addressing the supposed inviter, the tall, slender sniper.
“...As you can see, I saved Miss... I mean, her. I found her imprisoned as a specimen in Crombell’s temporary lab and took her with me.”
“Have you lost your senses? She’s not just a Union agent – she’s one of Cerberus, the personal bodyguards of the 12th Elder! Since neither of your teammates knew about this, I guess there’s no chance that Frankenstein or the Noblesse would be aware of this. Why would you fool everyone in your team and hide a Cerberus? Was she your ex-teammate? Or an ex-lover?”
“W-we’re neither of them. If I were to define our relationship, I’d say I personally owe her a debt.”
In spite of the eyes full of curses from both his sides, Takio began his story in a surprisingly peaceful manner, which ended in silence so absorbing nobody would have batted an eye even if the safehouse broke down in crumbles.
Takio was moral enough to feel guilty and break his lips loose from its stun, but Lunark got ahead of him.
“So she actually said she will cooperate if we demand?”
“...Yes.”
As much as she was bothered how he held his breath before his reply, Lunark did not pose a question at him.
‘A Union runaway just got caught by an ally of Union’s greatest fear who also happens to be wolfkind’s executive. Now she will have no choice but be an obedient dog in order to stay alive, although the question remains whether she can be useful to us.’
Not to mention Yuigi is part of 12th Elder’s forces – forces against Crombell. Lunark knew there were more than Crombell and his minions consisting the Union, so she anticipated Yuigi to be a guide in detecting them.
Settled with her decision, Lunark straightened her robe.
“Not that I’m happy with this situation, but I’m not the one who brought her. So I’d have no say in this situation.”
Takio’s and Yuigi’s heads snapped up as soon as she finished her sentence, as if they were electrocuted.
“And don’t forget – you officiated it. You WILL provide us help whenever we need it.”
“So you mean...”
“Prove it. Prove and we’ll see, though this is not really my concern. But instead... You shall be responsible for everything that is to take place from here on.”
Lunark peered at Takio, making sure he put it in his head that he should and shall be the leash for their newfound K9 unit, so that it would not bite off their heads in the future.
Or at least she hoped he would get it in his head, making herself looking as relaxed as possible as she turned on her heels.
*****
Her trip turned out to be much more shocking than expected – so shocking she forgot to her initial purpose – and she still did not have time to fully process it.
‘Should I tell him?’
Lunark, of course, already knew what to do.
‘This guy would completely purge every being that can potentially threaten his master, whether it is a Union agent or a harmless leaf falling from a tree. So even if his teammate is the cause...’
But that did not give her an excuse to play deaf on Frankenstein, and Lunark could feel her mind struggling to escape from her.
To her bewilderment, it was revealed she had worried for nothing.
“Forget it. You don’t have to tell me if you can’t. It’s all good, since you’re back.”
“...What?”
“I know you have a life. And reasons. And I’ve no right to pry them out of you every single time when I can, don’t you think?”
In reality, he was more than interested in her life and reasons; yet he had to shift himself away by force.
He had a good feeling that if he were to let his interest run wild, it will whip itself up as a lethal mental wave and never release him.
Frankenstein feigned leisure as he raised himself from his spot.
“You leaving?”
“Why would I stick around? I’ve no reason to. And you’d better be careful. The Union already trespassed twice; I wouldn’t be surprised to see them go for three and more.”
Frankenstein stepped towards the woods teeming with branches and fruits he could not identify, which brought a reminder for Lunark.
The direction he was taking would take him to the trees exclusively native to her land, notorious for roots protruding as if they were made to trip anyone who passes by and gigantic fruits that were prone to crush anyone’s skull upon walking beneath during the harvest season.
Lunark was about to tail Frankenstein, hurriedly calling after him, when her feet were caught in an especially curvy part of the root, giving her a mortal lesson that there is a reason why people say they should mind their own business.
With a brief cry of alarm, Lunark was about to fall flat on her nose, but luckily it was thwarted by arms sharp and strong.
Then she found herself basically plastered to Frankenstein’s chest.
Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.
That was so very not necessary.
Sorry for being pain in the ass until the last moment.
She could deliver none of the messages floating in her head, and Lunark’s eyes were furiously lost.
So she missed that Frankenstein was just as flabbergasted.
‘...What have I done?’
His body preceded his head, shoving him into a posture that would be impossible for people other than those in a relationship.
‘Relationship my rear end. What you’re doing is no different from groping.’
He should have withdrawn his arms and let go of her waist, but his nerves and joints refused to cooperate.
‘...At least I didn’t hit her in her lips. And that’s good.’
That was the last thing Frankenstein could think of, when he felt her breath ghosting over his own lips.
He was relieved and yet mystified, ticked off from his usual balance and usual celerity to his surroundings, and then a particularly humongous fruit skyrocketed downward and plunged into his head.
The fruit the size of a small melon mercilessly hammered the human’s head before it rolled down the slope, but the two noted nothing thanks to the calamity.
They could not even move for a while, enthralled by the perfume and silkiness of each other’s lips upon theirs.
(next chapter)
At last, ladies and gentlemen, Frankenstein and Lunark kissed for the very first time! XD Originally I did not plan on making them kiss; I was going to have Frankie stare at Lunark in mesmerization, and that was it (which is why the illustration for this chapter does not show them kissing). But while I was composing, I decided it’s about time for them to take a step beyond with their relationship, so here it is lol. Also, it’s about time to introduce more struggles and skirmishes in my fic; I hope you’d stay tuned for more!
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The Master Likes a Mystery (Mankai Stage Winter 2020 translation)
translation for the stage version of winter’s second play! the song can be listened to in full here.
some of the parts that are the same as the original are just combinations of the fantranslation on the wiki and the official english version bc i mean they’re already there come on.
cast list
Arisugawa Homare (Tanaka Ryousei) as Sagishima Tooru
Mikage Hisoka (Ueda Keisuke) as Tojo Shiki
Takato Tasuku (Kitazono Ryo) as Nakatsu Keiji
Tsukioka Tsumugi (Aramaki Yoshihiko) as Souma Keiichi
Yukishiro Azuma (Ueda Kandai) as Kusanagi Shizuma
mild warnings for murder (of course), and implied incest(?)
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Keiichi: She was the perfect fiancee!
Keiji: Don’t go poking your noses where they don’t belong!
Shizuma: My sister was not a girl against whom one would hold a grudge.
Shiki: Surely you don’t mean to say that you think I killed her, do you?
Sagishima: Will you cease your search for the culprit, then?
All: The coleus flower’s meaning is…
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Sagishima: Master Shiki. …Master Shiki. Master Shiki, the cyclamens are blooming beautifully in the garden. Do you know what they symbolise?
(cyclamens are deep love and sincere affection. just a fun fact.)
Shiki: Sagishima. Why is it that even when I pay you no mind, you continue speaking to me nonetheless?
Sagishima: Were you ignoring me?
Shiki: I was thinking. I didn’t wish to be interrupted.
Sagishima: As I thought. Then, would you like to take a walk and see the cyclamens—
Shiki: I have no interest whatsoever in flower language. I have an important—
Sagishima: This is the time when the Kusanagi family’s daughter usually takes her walk, however.
Shiki: Let us leave at once! …I’d like to take a look at the cyclamens.
Sagishima: As expected of Master Shiki. Understood.
Sagishima, Shiki
Master and butler
Master and servant
(different word! same translation! i suffer)
Shiki
I’m the master
Sagishima
And I am the butler
Shiki
Is there really such a butler who won’t listen to what he’s told?
Sagishima: My, my. Even a dog could outsmart you, Master Shiki.
Sagishima, Shiki
The master’s mesmerised by that girl!
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Sagishima: Oh...? This scent is that of a coleus flower, is it not?
Shiki: This handkerchief…it’s…! Hey…isn’t that Miss Kusanagi collapsed over there? Sagishima, call for a doctor at once!
Sagishima: Master Shiki, please stay back! …it’s too late.
Shiki: What?
Sagishima: Miss Kusanagi…has already passed.
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Sagi, Shiki, Keiji
The victim is the Kusanagi family’s daughter—
Shiki: Why has such a thing become of her?
Keiji: Why was she in such a place?
Sagishima: Why does she have such an expression on her face?
Sagi, Shiki, Keiji
The dead tell no tales
So it is only from the evidence
We can find the truth
Keiji: I’m Nakatsu Keiji, I’m in charge of this case.
Sagishima: Detective Nakatsu Keiji…names truly reveal one’s identity…
(folks i’m not repeating the cagey nakatsu joke here you can go read a3en if u want it)
Keiji: So you were the ones to discover the body, hm?
Shiki: What’s with that attitude?
Sagishima: Master Shiki, please stop.
Keiji: What was your relationship to the victim? You were acquainted, weren’t you? Were you just friends? Or…?
Shiki: How rude! Surely you don’t mean to say that you think I killed her, do you?
Keiji: Well, if we investigate, we’ll find out either way.
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[winter telepathic convo time part 1!]
Hisoka: (Alice and Tasuku are so annoying.)
Tasuku: (I’ll take that as a compliment.)
Hisoka: (You’re acting, so you’re a good kid.)
Homare: (Hisoka-kun, do you mean to say that I’m irritating even without acting?)
Hisoka: (That’s what I’m saying.)
Tasuku: (Minagi’s script is like this, so it’s interesting. Now, how will you do, Tsumugi, Azuma-san?)
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Shiki: Sagishima. Look up Miss Kusanagi’s personal relations at once.
Sagishima: Needlessly meddling in others’ affairs is a terrible habit of yours.
Shiki: I’m being suspected of murder! Do you expect me to simply sit and twiddle my thumbs?
Shiki
The suspects are those around Miss Kusanagi—
Shizuma: Why has such a thing happened to my sister?
Keiichi: Why has she suffered so?
Keiji: Why are these two here?!
Shiki
The culprit is one of these people
I’ll be sure to uncover the truth
Sagishima: Miss Kusanagi’s older brother, Kusanagi Shizuma, and her fiance, Souma Keiichi.
Keiji: Leave the investigation to the police. Don’t go poking your noses where they don’t belong!
Shiki: Once I find the culprit, you can take all the credit.
Keiji: You’re doing all this without a warrant—
Shizuma: I don’t mind. Finding my sister’s murderer is of the utmost priority. Keiichi-kun, don’t you agree?
Keiichi: Ah? Y-yes, of course.
Sagishima: Everyone, thank you for your cooperation. Now, if you will allow me to ask some questions about the incident.
Shizuma: My sister was not a girl against whom one would hold a grudge. She was smart, good-natured…a young lady loved by all.
Keiichi: She was the perfect fiancee. She would have practically been wasted on me…
Keiji: Neither of you would have any motive to kill her. (directed to shiki) And you wouldn’t have wanted to lose her, so…
Shiki: That’s it! I’ve solved the case!
Everyone except Shiki: What?
Sagishima, Shiki
Assailant and victim
Older brother and fiance
Shiki
I’ve figured it out!
Sagishima
Will this be alright…?
Shiki
It’s a good thing I’ve read so many mysteries!
Sagishima: That is true. Master Shiki is a surprisingly avid reader.
All
The master’s mesmerised by a mystery!
Shiki: The culprit…is you, Nakatsu Keiji!
Keiji: Wh—?! Why would I be the murderer?
Shiki: It’s a common mystery trope! The least likely character is usually the culprit.
Keiji: I can’t believe this slander. Now, if you’ll excuse me.
Shiki: See, look at that! There must be a shady side to him!
Keiichi: I-I’ll be taking my leave as well. I’ve been feeling rather unwell since her passing.
Sagishima: Master Shiki. Detective Nakatsu Keiji is not the culprit.
Shiki: What did you say—?! Don’t tell me you’ve already figured out who it is!
Sagishima: Well.
Shizuma: To think the detective could be the culprit…fufu. How thrilling. I didn’t get a particularly good impression of him, after all.
Shiki: He treated me like a suspect as well, so it’s only fair.
Shizuma: That’s the first time I’ve laughed since my sister’s passing. Fate truly does work in mysterious ways…who would have thought friendship could bloom from such unfortunate circumstances?
Shiki: Indeed. I think we’ll get along quite well.
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[winter telepathic convo time part 2!]
Azuma: (A cuddler…a poet…an amnesiac…to think that the three of us would be acting together, fate really does work in strange ways, doesn’t it?)
Homare: (Oh! I’ve been struck by inspiration for a poem, Azuma-san! A nurarihyon on ice! An illusion without expression!)
(a nurarihyon is a sort of youkai. you know. the usual alice stuff.)
Hisoka: (Alice. Concentrate on acting.)
Homare: (A-ah. Pardon me.)
Azuma: (Being onstage is truly amazing…here, we can take as many breaths as we need.)
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Sagishima, Shiki
Master and master
A friend and a friend
(wonderful, thank you. yes i checked this time and it is in fact the same word.)
Shiki
Curiously, we get along
Sagishima
That’s a relief to hear
Shizuma
If you’d like, give this book a read
Sagishima: My, what an adorable bookmark.
(he takes it from the book that shizuma is lending to shiki, and puts it in his pocket.)
Sagishima, Shiki
The master’s unusual new friend!
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Sagishima: Master Shiki. We’ve received…this.
(he hands over the threat letter)
Shiki: “Don’t investigate any further.” Is this a threat? Now, what shall we do?
Sagishima: Nothing good can come of you getting that look on your face.
Shiki: What~? I’m only leaving a little bait.
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(OK HELLO IF U CAN WATCH FOOTAGE OF THE SHOW PLEASE DO BC THE FIGHT NOISES ARE IN FACT SOMETHING FUN HAPPENING—as in the game, keiichi attempts to sneak into the tojo household, but this time sagi beats his ass and disarms him bc he has a knife (!?) it’s very very good and delicious i love stage sagi so much bye)
Keiji: That agility…just what are you?
Sagishima: I am only a simple butler.
Keiji: Souma Keiichi…to think that the culprit was you the entire time.
Keiichi: N-no! You’ve got it wrong! I didn’t kill her!
Sagishima: But Master Souma…is this not your handwriting?
Keiji: Well? What now, Souma.
Keiichi: …you’re right. But so what if it is?
Keiji: Eh?
Keiichi: I wasn’t the one who murdered her. I even failed my attack on Tojo Shiki. What’re you gonna take me in for? I haven’t committed any crimes.
Keiji: You really think that’s going to work?
Sagishima: Even if being taken in by the police would not cause you any harm, perhaps it would be an issue for you were Master Kusanagi to find out the truth?
Keiichi: You—!
Shiki: What’s the meaning of this, Sagishima?
Sagishima: I believe you should explain for yourself. It would clear you of all suspicion of the murder.
Keiichi: Tch. ...I was seeing other women. I only wanted to marry that girl for the money.
Shiki: What!
Keiji: You…
Keiichi: There’s no way I’d want to marry such a boring woman as that otherwise! But...I’d never worry for cash again as long as I lived.
Sagishima: Master Souma would never have murdered her without getting a hold of her fortune.
Keiji: Then...why did he go after Tojo-san?
Keiichi: If Mr. Kusanagi found out that I was messing around with other girls, I’d lose the support I was already getting. Geez...what kind of shit luck is this...if you were gonna die, couldn’t you have waited til after we’d already gotten married?!
Shiki: (punches keiichi in the face. deserved.)
Keiichi: (grabs shiki’s lapels) The hell are you doing in front of the detective?
Shiki: Detective. Did I do anything wrong?
Keiji: Hmm. I must’ve had something in my eye. Did I miss anything?
Shiki: No, not at all.
Keiji: I understand that you didn’t kill her. But between criminal intimidation and breaking and entering, it appears you might guilty of some other crimes, so I’ll have to take you in.
Keiichi: (makes a fucking run for it and almost goes at sagishima)
[winter telepathic convo time part 3!]
Hisoka: (Tsumugi’s acting so awful…)
Homare: (I nearly had to raise a hand against him!)
Tasuku: (It’s no good…he’s concentrating too hard.)
Hisoka: (Receiving feelings onstage and connecting them to the next play…)
Homare: (Acting is truly a wonderful thing, is it not, Hisoka-kun?)
Tasuku: (It’s great that you guys can understand that too.)
Tsumugi: (We’re counting on you two for the rest!)
(this part is really funny to me bc mugi sounds so gentle and they’re all so soft but also at the same time keiichi is struggling against being arrested and gets dragged off stage by keiji, the duality of man i guess)
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Sagishima, Shiki
The culprit wasn’t Keiichi
Shiki
Who on earth could it be?
Sagishima
The scent on the kerchief
The truth cannot possibly be so kind
Shiki
I want to know the truth
Sagishima: My, my, Master Shiki is…
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Sagishima: Oh. That’s an interesting book you have there.
Shiki: I borrowed it from Kusanagi-kun.
Sagishima: I am glad you have found yourself such a good friend. Will you cease your search for the culprit, then?
Shiki: Whatever for? Of course not.
Sagishima: …I see.
Sagishima: The scent wafting from that book…It’s the scent of a coleus flower, is it not.
Shiki: Coleus…? Where have I…N-no. It can’t be. The one who killed Miss Kusanagi—!
(83723847236486th time but oh my god if you can watch it please do because the expression that shiki makes when he realises i just. i die. every time. it hurts so much uechan i’m going to fight you irl (said with love) )
Sagishima: This is why I asked if you would give up your search. You really are no smarter than a dog.
Shiki: But…why…why would he…?
Sagishima: Master Shiki. Do you know what the coleus flower symbolises?
Shiki: I’ve already told you, I have no interest in flower language!
Shizuma, Sagishima: An impossible love.
Sagishima: That is its meaning.
Shiki: …it was you, wasn’t it. You killed Miss Kusanagi.
Shizuma: I couldn’t stand the thought of my dear sister marrying that man! As long I’d realised his true nature…
Shiki: …Shizuma-kun…
Shizuma: Even so…I didn’t think there would be another man with such an interest in flower language as I.
Shiki: Oh…actually, the one who knew was—
Sagishima: My master is well-versed in many subjects.
Shizuma: My one miscalculation…was your involvement, Shiki-san.
Shiki: What a shame…and here I thought we could have been good friends.
(ok pain. you know how in the original, shiki’s like “ooh too bad you can’t lend me more books bc you’re the murderer.” in the stage ver, shiki tries to give back the book shizu lent him earlier on, and shizu just quietly puts a hand up like ‘no, keep it,’ and shiki looks so. pained. i hate it here.)
Sagishima: The detective is waiting outside.
Sagishima: Master Kusanagi, she was quietly stabbed from the front. There was no sign of struggle.
Shizuma: And what of it?
Sagishima: Perhaps Miss Kusanagi chose death at the hands of her beloved brother rather than be married to a man she did not wish to wed.
Shizuma: …thank you, butler.
Shiki: From the front…? Struggle…? I haven’t the slightest clue what any of this could mean. (sagi attempts to give him a hug) What is it?!
Sagishima: As expected from you, Master Shiki. You are—ah, never mind.
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Shiki: …it was windy that day too, wasn’t it.
Sagishima: Are you all right?
Shiki: Why do you ask?
Sagishima: I think you might have been more upset about this case than...ah. Forgive my impertinence.
Shiki: Was that…concern? How revolting. What on earth are you thinking?
Sagishima: Only that…perhaps I am fonder of you than I had thought.
Shiki: …what a strange fellow.
[winter telepathic convo time part 4!]
Hisoka: (Didn’t need that adlib at the end.)
Homare: (I thought it would be alright to include our true feelings for once!)
Hisoka: (I didn’t want more lines.)
Homare: (But I’ve understood! I care for you more than I had thought!)
Hisoka: (I don’t really like you that much.)
(another thing i wanna point out: as shizu is getting taken away (at the second level of the stage), kusanagisis appears at the back of the stage, and he tries to approach her, but is led offstage by keiji. meanwhile shiki is staring up at him in pain. i die.)
then it just goes into es no yuuutsu here. i’m gonna put it anyway so u can read along and still suffer. eng tl from here ofc
Sagishima
The worn out, sad love that
Shiki
Aah, brought us two conspirators together
Sagishima, Shiki
Has now become, the gentlest of dreams
Sagishima
The exposed and scattered truth
Shiki
All that remains are the footprints left behind
Sagishima
Quietly
Shiki
Telling the tale
Sagishima, Shiki
With words of melancholy
Sagishima
As if scorning everything
Shiki
The eerily shining
Sagishima, Shiki
Heat haze glimmers
At least I will end it all for you
By my very own hand
Farewell, aah, sweet cruelty.
#mankai stage#winter 2020#winter troupe#arisugawa homare#mikage hisoka#yukishiro azuma#tsukioka tsumugi#takato tasuku#tanaka ryousei#ueda keisuke#ueda kandai#aramaki yoshihiko#kitazono ryo#november translations#a3
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Commission!
Hello everyone! Im back with another commission, this time its the final piece of the Gonta/reader/Hoshi Yakuza series! Ive had so much fun working on this series and i hope you all enjoy it as well! Its going under the cut for length!
Warnings: Torture, near death experiences, angst, general dark Yakuza concepts, but this time with a happy end!
In this moment, Hoshi wished he were dead.
Death would have been easier than facing the reality in front of him. Death would be preferable to what was going to happen in the next few moments. He had one job. One job given to him in order to keep you and Gonta safe, and he’d fucked it up royally. He hadn't expected such high security, hadn't noticed a carefully hidden camera, and it had been only a second or two after he stepped into the main room of the building that he had been taken down.
His arm felt broken, having snapped when it was forced behind his back as he was searched for weapons. Someone had taken his phone, had looked at the contacts and the texts that made it obvious who he was working for. They whispered as if he wasn't there, tying his arms back before trying to decide what to do with him. Hoshi watched as the seconds ticked by on a broken clock, watching as his final check-in time came and passed. If he didn't call now, they’d know he screwed up, would assume he was dead, and come finish the job themselves.
Silently, he begged the universe to let this end, let them kill him, quick and dirty, so that he didn't have to face the consequences. But, when his request was ignored, he thought for a moment. About what this meant for you and Gonta. It wasn't just him who was going to be hurt by this, you and Gonta… there wasn't much hope for the two of you. With him soon to be dead, one way or another, you would be left to the mercy of the Yakuza as their playthings, toys that would be smashed and broken before you knew it.
Hoshi struggled in his bonds, trying to get his arms free in some vain hope that he could fix this. He was tied up tightly, though, and there was no chance of getting free, not in his weakened state. Hoshi was forced to watch as the men he was supposed to kill chatted about him as if he wasn't even there, everyone in the room jumping as the sound of steel-toed boots kicking down the door echoed off the walls. Hoshi squeezed his shut, not wanting to see the lethal chaos right in front of him, his breathing labored as blood sprayed his face from some poor soul.
“You fucker, think you can just tap your heels and go somewhere else?” Someone spat, grabbing Hoshi by the chin and forcing him to look up.
“I can't fucking believe your alive right now, figured they’d shoot you on sight, weak motherfuckers. Bet you wish they had, too, now that we’re bringing you back to the boss. Better start praying for your little friends, even if I don't know what he's going to do with them.”
Hoshi swallowed thickly as he was dragged to his feet and forced to walk out the door, unceremoniously shoved into the back of a van. They didn't bother untying him, slamming the doors and leaving him in relative darkness as they drove. He didn't say a word, fear gripping his throat until it was hard to breathe.
He didn't give a damn what they did to him, beat him, break him, kill him, it didn't matter.
But you and Gonta… he had to do whatever he could to keep you safe. Although, he was already doing a pretty shitty job of that. Hoshi just closed his eyes and waited for the van to stop, bracing himself as the door was opened and he was yanked out, his injured arm shooting pain through his body. Hoshi just bit his lip and let himself be led inside the warehouse, knowing that now was not the time for fighting. He was taken through hallway after hallway, each one dirtier and darker than the last. Finally, he was pushed into a room, landing roughly on his knees and groaning.
“Well, well, well… If it isn't my fucking lapdog.” Hoshi looked up, seeing the man he had cursed with every breath for the last three months, the man he had wished every horrible death he had ever thought of upon.
“Not talking? That's fine, I have plenty to say to you.” The man stood up from his chair and cracked his knuckles loudly.
“I should fucking put you down, shoot you and get it over with. You had one fucking job, one chance to be the little hero my prisoners see you as. And you fucked. It. Up.” He spat in Hoshi’s face, landing a right hook that had Hoshi toppling onto the stone floor.
“One fucking job! You can't even fail a mission properly, getting your ass captured instead of killed! It doesn't matter, really, who kills you at this point. As long as it gets done. I'm finished with you, you worthless fucking piece of shit.” The man pulled a gun from his pocket and pressed the barrel to Hoshi’s temple, digging it in as he leaned closer.
“We don't fucking need you anymore, bastard. Have to take out the trash sometime.” Hoshi closed his eyes and waited, silently apologizing to you and Gonta, praying that you would get out of here in one piece, if nothing else.
He tensed, waiting for the gunshot, the pain, the darkness, but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes to see the man sneering down at him, crooked yellow teeth shining in the dim lighting.
“Not going to let you die that easily, that's too damn good for someone like you. It's more fun to break you properly, let you see what you’ve done to the ones you love, then have you beg for me to end your miserable life.” Hoshi took a kick to the nose and felt blood spill down his chin, going limp as they attempted to pull him to his feet, passed out.
“Fucker doesn't deserve to rest, but whatever. Throw him in with the other two till he wakes up, then call me.” The men did as they were told, carrying Hoshi like a sack of flour. You jumped when the door to your prison opened, waking Gonta up quickly in case he needed to defend himself.
“Special delivery.” One of the men said gruffly, dumping Hoshi at his feet with a laugh before closing the door, leaving the room in an eerie silence. You felt like you couldn't move, could barely even breathe, as you stared at the seemingly lifeless body of your boyfriend.
You remembered the threats the leader had made, talking about how Hoshi wouldn't survive this mission, no chance of him getting out alive. And here he was, bloody and broken and not moving. Just as tears started to prickle at your eyes, knowing Hoshi was gone, he twitched. You gasped, getting up from the barebones mattress and rushing to Hoshi, draping over him in an emotional hug.
You couldn't speak, only sob as you pressed your forehead to his chest and heard a heartbeat. Gonta followed you quickly once he realized what was going on, smiling through his own tears as you pulled Hoshi close. He was still unconscious, but he was breathing, he was alive. And that's better than you could have hoped for.
“Ryoma is… here. Gonta doesn't know what happened…” You nodded, wiping your face and running a hand through Hoshi’s messy hair.
“Me neither, but he's alive… That's all that matters right now.” In the back of your mind, you knew this couldn't mean anything good, if they had tossed Hoshi in with you and Gonta, he must have done something. But you couldn't force yourself to care, helping Gonta get Hoshi on the bed and wrapping him in a blanket. His hands were stuck tied behind his back, but Gonta managed to break the rope, letting you move his arms to a more comfortable position.
One was clearly broken, so you tried to be careful, hoping Hoshi wouldn't wake up in too much pain. You and Gonta huddled close together, protecting Hoshi from anything that could come, no matter how fruitless it may have been. It felt like hours when Hoshi finally started to stir, groaning and gasping when he tried to move his arm.
“Whoa, whoa, don't move, Ryo, it's okay. We’ve got you, your arm's broken, just stay still.” Hoshi’s eyes flew open at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide with panic as he attempted to sit up. Gonta helped him to gently sit up, watching worriedly as Hoshi looked around the room.
“Oh fuck, no s-shit…” Hoshi muttered, struggling to get to his feet.
“No, Gonta won't let Ryoma get up, he needs to rest!”
“I can't rest! I have to get out of here, if I'm in here with you guys then that means they-'' Hoshi was cut off by a loud bang on the steel door that caged them in, yelping with pain when Gonta pulled him to his chest protectively.
“He’s awake, huh? Damn, I kinda hoped he’d die in his sleep, maybe choke on his own blood or something.” You bit your lip and got to your feet, refusing to cower from the man you knew had hurt Hoshi.
“Someone's feisty today, hmm? Good, I like it when you fight a little, makes it more fun to put you in your place.” You stood your ground even when the man got closer, his hot breath fanning your face.
“Rot in fucking hell.” He laughed, his saliva making fight off a gagging reflex.
“I'll see you there, then, honey.” Your arm was grabbed and something heavy was pushed into it, smooth metal of a gun handle making your heart jump. The last time you had seen a gun, the unthinkable had happened…
“Now, don't get any cute ideas, babydoll, one wrong move and you’re toast. See, you have a choice to make, and the lug over there can help you with it.” Still angry, you chose to reply.
“What, shoot you and die?”
“Cute, but no. You so much as get a twitchy finger and both your pretty boys die, and you become my personal pet. Not a choice I’d make. Instead, you get a shot at freedom.” You paled, trying to will your shaky hand to steady. A chance to get out of here was tempting, but you knew there had to be a catch.
“See, I want that fucking piece of shit Ryoma dead. One way or another, he's not coming out of this, but I'd love to see the look on his face as you pointed that pretty piece his way. Shoot him, right between the eyes, and the two of you are free. Two lives for the price of one, what a fucking deal!”
You bit your lip, cursing yourself for the brief millisecond where the idea of accepting crossed your mind. The two of you had just gotten Ryoma back in your arms, as battered as he was, nothing was worth losing that. Instead, you shoved the gun back in the man's hands.
“Id never fucking take that deal.” You shouted, storming away back to the bed and weaving your fingers with Ryoma’s.
“We’ll get out of here together, or not at all. You can fucking break me, if you want, but I won't hurt either of them.”
“Let's see if you regret that in a few days, darling. I'm more than happy to make your life that much worse.” You kept your calm as the man shot you a toothy grin and left, security goons shutting the door firmly behind them and locking it. Ryoma groaned in Gonta’s arms, shaking his hand loose from your grip.
“You should have just done it…” He muttered, lacking the strength to even open his eyes.
“No, I shouldn't have. I don't want to escape this hell hole without you, Ryoma.”
“Gonta agrees! As much as he wants to leave, Gonta would never let (Y/N) or Ryoma get left behind!”
“It's not as if I deserve to live anyway, especially with what it will cost you guys.” You just shook your head and wrapped your arms around Ryoma as gently as you could, forehead leaning on his shoulder.
“I meant what I said, I don't care what happens, I'm not letting either of you get hurt.”
“And neither will Gonta.”
Ryoma only hummed in response, body giving in to instinct as he passed out again. Like that, you and Gonta were able to lay him down easier, covering him in the thin excuse for a blanket and curling around him protectively. Taking a stand left you exhausted and it wasn't long before you fell asleep as well.
Unbeknownst to you, it would only be a brief respite from torture. It could have been minutes or hours until you were woken up by a shock of freezing water, ice cubes smacking against your skin and making you yelp.
“Aww, did we wake you up? Too fucking bad.” You barely had time to blink the water from your eyes before you felt a weight lift from the mattress, Gonta squirming as two sets of hands pulled him up. Senses dulled from sleep and arms yanked behind his back, he wasn't able to fight back enough to stop them, shouting as he was dragged away. The men stopped briefly in the hallway, just long enough to tie Gonta’s hands and wrap a blindfold over his eyes before escorting him further and further away.
Just when you stopped being able to hear the yelling and struggle, you and Hoshi were pulled up, tossed over someones back like a wet sack of flour as your own eyes were covered, shutting out any light. Still, that didn't stop you from squirming, trying in vain to get free as the man carrying you cursed.
“Fucking bitch, settle down before I make you.” Something sharp was pressed against your back and you went still, knowing they wouldn't hesitate to cut you if given half a reason.
“Ryoma! Are you okay!” You heard a pained groan in response, knowing he had been given the same rough treatment, if not worse.
“Alright, let's go.” You were carried out of the room, whimpering every time the man hefted you higher, your soaked shirt clinging to your skin as the chill set in.
“Shes fucking heavier than she looks, damn.” The man grumbled to himself, kicking open the door to a dog kennel. You cried out as you were shoved inside, hitting your head on metal bars. You didn't struggle for long, barely having any room to move inside the cage. Your head throbbed where it had connected with the metal, breath hitching as you tried to figure out where you were. Bars surrounded you entirely, with only a few inches in any direction to move. Blindly, you kicked out, gasping when your foot smashed into stiff metal, unbending no matter how hard you fought.
“Where G-Gonta? What did you do with him? Gonta! Hoshi!” You screamed, hot tears pouring down your cheeks.
“For fuck's sake.” Someone muttered, opening that small gate to your kennel before you could kick again. A sob caught in your throat as the sharp blade of a knife was held to your windpipe, going quiet.
“Good girl, that's better. Now sit pretty and shut the fuck up, got it? He’s closer than you know, so don't get all excited.” You couldn't find the words to respond as the knife disappeared, curling around yourself in the hard darkness and doing your best to listen for any sign of Gonta. It wasn't long until you heard sounds of a struggle down the hall before they suddenly went quiet.
“Yeah, that's what I thought. I've got it from here, this little shit isn't much trouble on his own.” Hoshi swallowed thickly, deciding that silence was the best choice as he was marched down the hall, cold barrel of a gun once again finding his temple. He wobbled unsteadily between the pain and having his eyes covered, doing as he was told and hoping it would be enough to keep you and Gonta safe. Finally, the man told him to stop, standing in a room far from the one they had been kept in before.
“Where am I? Where the hell are Gonta and (Y/N)?”
“What, you still want to see them? After they refused to put you out of that miserable existence of yours? They’re right fucking here.” The leader tapped the top of a cage, flicking his dirty nails against the bars until it clicked. He had caged you, like an unruly pet, locked you in a tiny box and hurt you, somehow or another.
“What the fuck did you do to them? Gonta? Hey, (Y/N), say something.” Hoshi got no response, chewing his lip with the effort to not fight this. He called out again, ignoring the slight snicker from the other man.
“You fucking killed them, didn't you? What did you do?” Enraged, Hoshi lunged blindly, easily shoved to his knees when he lost his balance. The leader roughly shoved the gun against his head again, leaning close enough to Hoshi’s face that he could smell the rancid whiskey on his breath.
“You think I would do that? Let it end so soon?” Hoshi could hear the sound of the cage doors opening, shuddering when you cried out as a heavy boot kicked you a few times. He gave Gonta the same treatment, hitting him hard enough to wake him up, in tears from the pain.
“See? Still breathin’. Happy? Now, in.” Hoshi groaned as he was kicked into his own cage, crawling blindly inside. The door was slammed shut and laughter echoed throughout the room as the man left, abandoning the three of them like unwanted animals. Hoshi stayed quiet for a moment, fighting panic and trying to keep his head. They wouldn't be left like this forever, would they? Surely this would be no fun for the sadistic leader, they couldn't be left in here long.
“R-Ryoma…” You called out softly, reaching your fingers through the bars. You couldn't feel anything, neither cage was close enough for you to touch.
“Are you alright? What did they do to you?”
“Just roughed up a bit… I'll be okay. I'm more worried about Gonta, he's so quiet…”
“Gonta is awake, mostly, but he can't see or move.” Hoshi sighed, hoping he could keep the two of you at least somewhat calm.
“We… they put us in cages, like damn animals, blindfolded us as well. Can you get out of your ropes, Gonta?” A few groans of pain later and Gonta made an excited noise as he freed himself.
“Gonta managed to, yeah, are Ryoma and (Y/N) okay?” Hoshi nodded to himself, shakily taking off his blindfold and blinking quickly. You managed to get your own blindfold off, but only more darkness awaited you. The room was pitch black, the only light coming in from the crack between the door and the stone floor, barely enough to illuminate the vague shape of the other two cages.
For a moment, your strength slipped, the face you had put on for Gonta, to not give the men what they wanted, faded. A sob wrenched its way from your throat and you curled in around your knees, shaking with the effort not to cry.
“H-how long… will we be in here?” You managed, trying in vain to stay calm.
“I don't know… It'll be okay, (Y/N), we’ll be okay.” You finally burst into tears, fear overwhelming you. You were freezing cold, clothes soaked through with water, trapped in a cage barely big enough for you to move in. And yet, you felt weak for crying, fighting to stop the tears and get control of yourself.
“S-sorry…” You muttered, sniffling.
“Gonta wishes he could hold (Y/N) and Ryoma…” Gonta said softly, Hoshi humming in agreement. Time went by in weird ways while you were trapped in those cages. At first, the three of you talked, if nothing more than to just fill the silence until Hoshi fell asleep. The darkness eventually lulled you to sleep as well, unsure of how long you were out before waking up again.
Time passed achingly slow in the cages, especially when one of you was usually asleep at all times. It could have been a few hours or even a day before the door was open again, the sudden light making you groan and shield your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted, though, you were able to see the rough condition Ryoma and Gonta were in, chewing your lip.
“Let us out,” You demanded, throat dry. The man, who you didn't recognize, didn't respond to your pleas, even when you started shouting.
“Don't hurt yourself, (Y/N), it's okay,” Gonta said softly, a worried look in his eyes. You nodded and sighed, sending Gonta a faint smile. Before you had a chance to think, the door to your cage was being opened, a package of crackers and a water bottle tossed into your lap before it was shut again. You didn't have the time to react or try and bolt, just blinking silently.
Gonta made no effort to move when his own door was opened, gulping down water quickly. Hoshi, however, sprung forward the moment his own cage was opened up, only to be met with a gun barrel pressing against his forehead.
“Sit down, now.” The man commanded, cocking the gun when Hoshi hesitated. Finally, he relented, sitting back down and making a pained noise when the water bottle connected with his broken arm. The man disappeared just as quickly as he came, leaving the three of you back in the darkness.
“I'm sorry…” Hoshi muttered, apologizing once again.
“Don't be, Ryoma.”
“I should be, though! It's my fault you two are here, being tortured for weeks on end! If I hadn't let myself love the two of you, if I hadn't thought I could be happy and make you guys happy, you would be safe! If I had just died, or never gotten out of-”
“Shut up!” You shouted, frustrated and with tears in your eyes. You quickly lowered your voice, though, taking a deep breath.
“Ryoma… it doesn't matter how we got here, alright? I'm glad that you let yourself be happy, with Gonta and I. Because even though we ended up here, we’re still together. We got to have those good times. I fucking love you and Gonta, and I don't give a damn what happens, nothing is going to change that. Got it?”
Gonta perked up, moving around a bit in his cage. “Gonta agrees. He wouldn't want to have a life without Ryoma, even though things went badly. Gonta loves Ryoma, and (Y/N), and he's glad that everyone is together now.”
Hoshi was silent for a while, heels of his hands pushed against his eyes in an attempt to fight off tears. “Dammit, why do you two have to be so… good?”
You didn't skip a beat, smiling softly into the darkness. “Because you’re just as good, Ryoma. You just don't see it. We’re gonna get out of this together, got it? Don't… don't give up yet, alright?” Hoshi nodded before remembering you couldn't see him.
“I'll try.” You breathed a quiet sigh of relief, trying to relax as much as you could. Things settled down for a while after that, the three of you eating slowly and talking about anything that came to mind. After everything that had happened, especially in the past couple of days, it was almost… nice. Nice to be able and just ignore your situation and chat, reminiscing about better times.
At one point you even laughed, giggling until a sob caught in your throat. You shifted and your shoulder brushed the metal bars, reminding you of exactly where you were right now. The talking stopped after that, drifting in and out of consciousness with your water bottle clenched tightly in your hand. Things were never quiet for long, though, not in this hell.
At one point, you were woken up by yelling as the door was pushed open and Hoshi was dragged out, easily picked up by a mountain of a man despite his attempts to fight. Both you and Gonta shouted after him, searching for answers but only getting silence in return. When Hoshi finally returned, he looked a little worse than before, somehow, and was scarily quiet.
“What did they do to you, Ryoma?”
“Don't… d-don't worry about it.” Hoshi muttered, not wanting to worry you or Gonta any further. What was a little more pain, at this point? They were smart enough to keep him alive and hurting, for now at least. Pain was the least of Hoshi’s worries at this point. He knew the leader of this group well enough to know he would get bored of this before long, having them caged would only bring him so much joy.
And yet, they remained locked up, every so often one of you would be taken away and return with a few more cuts or bruises, usually Hoshi. You didn't speak of it anymore, just tried to comfort one another and keep your sanity. And then it all stopped. For two days, the heavy steel door remained closed.
No food delivery, no water, no torture.
Nothing.
The three of you slept when you could, talked when the silence grew too loud, fought to stay calm. Too much longer and you wouldn't make it out, the mental image growing stronger by the hour. Dying of thirst while locked in dog kennels, beaten to hell and back… it was almost funny. Just as you felt your mind starting to slip, contemplating the idea of drinking your own blood, the door finally opened. You immediately closed your eyes, the light making your already present headache worse.
“Shit, you three look terrible!” A familiar voice laughed, pulling a grimace from your face.
“I guess being turned into pets would do that, huh? Well, good news! You get to take a walk today!” You didn't have the strength to fight as you were pulled from your cage, managing to walk unsteadily as you were led out of the room. Gonta and Hoshi weren't far behind, both struggling to stay on their feet as they were pushed along.
“Where are we going?”
“Oh, you’ll see, darlin’.” You rolled your eyes, nearly collapsing when you were shoved through a doorway. The room was fairly empty, save for a full bathtub and some unsettling stains along the concrete walls. The boys were pushed to the ground, Hoshi sucking in a sharp breath when his broken arm was moved.
“Ryoma, are you-”
“Now, dogs don't talk, do they?” The leader interrupted, forcing you to bite your tongue before you said something you regret. The men who had helped drag you here left, shutting the door behind them with a heavy thunk.
“See, all this time, I've been trying to decide what to do with you three. Keeping caged puppies is no fun, especially when they don't fight back. So, I started thinking. What's the best way for me to hurt all three of you.” You saw Hoshi dig his nails into his palm, almost too exhausted to do much else.
“Not interested in being chatty? That's alright, I got plenty of shit to say all on my own. Honestly, Hoshi, it's no goddamn fun hurting you anymore. I've kicked your ass a few too many times to really enjoy it now, so I ruled that out. If I beat up these two again, they just might not make it! So, what the hell else can I do?”
The silence was nearly tangible in the air as you stared at the floor, having no interest in looking at the man behind your captivity.
“I gotta start getting creative! Maybe even bring in a little outside help, you know? Could hunt down one of those little friends of yours, it wouldn't take more than a day or two. Let's see… We already got the bratty little detective, what about the pretty maid? The ditzy space cadet? I could pick off your friends one by one, bring them here, force you to watch them suffer until they finally break.”
Hoshi made a move to speak, against his better judgment, but you grabbed his hand, a warning. Talking back now would only end in pain.
“I thought about taking pieces of you two, cut the girly’s hair, take a few fingers, maybe more. But that's not quite as easy as it sounds, wouldn't want you guys fuckin’ dying on me!” You gasped as your chin was grabbed, forcing you to meet the man's eyes.
“You are easily the most fun to play with, I have so many ideas about what to do with you. It doesn't have to be so painful, you know? Could be fun if you let it be.” Bile rose in your throat at the implications of what he was saying, tears stinging in your eyes. Before he could do anything else, though, Hoshi spoke up.
“Don't you dare fucking… t-touch her.” The man looked away, a smirk spreading across his features.
“Take your hands off her right fucking now.” Laughing quietly, the man pulled back, allowing you to finally breathe a bit.
“And what the hell are you going to do, bastard? You think you can save her, save either of their sorry asses? Face it, you are my pets, and I'll do whatever I damn well please!” Hoshi stood up, even when you tried to stop him.
“Do anything you want to me, but don't fucking touch them.”
“You’d rather do it yourself? I don't mind a show, keeps me from having to get my hands dirty.” You cried out when you were grabbed by the hair and pulled over to the bathtub, Gonta receiving the same treatment as he was pushed right beside you. For the first time in what felt like years, you could see your reflection, features distorted by the water's movement.
You could have guessed you looked rough, but the reality of seeing it brought more tears to your eyes. Your face was thin, dark circles under your eyes with dirt and blood smudging your skin. You didn't have time to mourn your appearance, though, not when Hoshi was shoved towards you and Gonta.
“You wanted so badly to save them, you can be the one to kill them. Go on, shove them under for me, why don't you? You wouldn't want me to get fucking bored, I won't wait for long.” The gun reappeared and a shiver ran through your body, not daring to look back at Hoshi, who gingerly placed his hand on the back of your head. You could feel his hand shaking, tense, trying to think of any other way to get out of this.
“Five… four… three…” Hoshi bit his lip, the ticking of the gun being cocked forcing him into action.
“Forgive me…” He muttered under his breath and pushed your and Gonta’s heads under the water.
“See, was that really so hard? Probably a lot nicer than what I would do with the two of them. Don't you dare fucking let them up, either.” Fat tears dripped down Hoshi’s cheeks as he pushed harder, using every ounce of his remaining strength to force you and Gonta under the water. Distantly, he could hear wet screams, the water raging as the two of you squirmed, but being starved in the cages enabled Hoshi to keep you under.
Hoshi’s eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the sight of what he had been forced to do. Of all the horrible things he had done, of all the lives he had taken, the pain he had caused, this was the worst. His heart was beating out of his chest, barely able to breathe as he murdered the two people he loved. Hoshi only felt worse as your fighting subsided, barely moving under his grip as your bodies began to succumb to his actions.
Finally, the man moved towards him and yanked Hoshi’s hands back, pulling you and Gonta from the water. Hoshi’s heart skipped a beat when you both fell backward, unmoving to his eyes.
“Aw, damn, that was over pretty quick, huh? Shit, looks like you did a number on em!” Hoshi could barely see through his tears, eyes burning as he fell back and hit the ground hard. He couldn't make a sound, even when his mind was screaming, sobbing, begging to take it all back.
“Congrats, you piece of shit, you’ve officially ruined everything you touch, fuckin’ murderer.” That was the last thing Hoshi heard before he blacked out, his body finally giving in to weakness, only exacerbated by the pain that gripped him. Unbeknownst to Hoshi, though, you and Gonta were still alive.
You coughed up water, chest burning worse than anything you had ever felt, mind too foggy to realize what happened next. The three of you were carted back to your old room, dumped in there like trash with little more than a passing thought. It could have been a few hours or a few days before you noticed anything else, body and spirit broken after nearly being drowned. That voice was back and you cowered from it, too weak to do anything but curl into yourself, eyes glued shut.
“Shit, you people are like fucking roaches, just don't fucking die do you? I'm fuckin’ over this, too much damn work.” You were out of it not long after, waking up some time later to only darkness, a blindfold tied tightly around your head. Finally, you were able to squirm, trying to call out by finding your mouth covered as well, by duct tape if the tight feeling was any indication. Still, you attempted to scream until you were slapped on the back of the head, tears springing to your blinded eyes.
“I guess this one's awake too, huh? Time to fill em in.” An unfamiliar voice spoke much too close to your ear, making you shudder.
“See, you three little shits are all work and no play, so the boss is done with you. No point in keeping around toys you can't have fun with. So we have some lovely orders to dump you off in gang territory.” You heard another voice, laughing.
“Not just any damn gang! The Crazy fuckin’ Diamonds territory, and they don't take too kindly to visitors.” You tried to get free, only to realize your arms and legs were bound, body still exhausted even as adrenaline coursed through you.
“You know, there's a lot of rumors about their leader going around, I wouldn't fuck with him if I were you.”
“Yeah, like the one where he fuckin’ merked some shrimp with a dumbbell, just cause he called him weak. Strung his little body up as a warning to anyone else who wanted to cross him.”
“And damn, the story of how he rose to power of the group? Dude killed his own brother, the old leader, in cold fuckin’ blood, just for the title. Mowed him down with a truck, how nasty is that?” You shuddered at the thought that you were only going to be delivered into the hands of someone equally horrible to endure more torture.
“Welp, here we are. Have fun, fuckers, I'm sure we’ll see your sad little stories in the newspaper before long, Crazy Diamonds won't have much to play with.” You were frozen solid with fear as you were moved to the ground, hands stuck under your back as you heard footsteps walking away.
Faintly, you could hear Hoshi and Gonta nearby, trying to get free with no more luck than you had had. It was a gentle comfort as you passed out again, adrenaline leaving your body vulnerable to your injuries. Hoshi, in the best condition out of the three of you, started squirming around, yelling through the tape over his mouth, trying to catch anyone's attention.
It was all in vain, his voice too muffled to be heard from the street, not when they were so well hidden in an alleyway, almost entirely blocked from view by a dumpster. Eventually, footsteps could be heard coming towards the three of you.
“Shit! Holy fuck, please tell me that those aren't… fuck.” Hoshi, unsure of whether this new voice was dangerous or not, stayed still, waiting.
“Hey, Mondo? Yeah, I know you’re with Fujisaki right now, I'm sorry, but we have a situation. You know the alley by the bar? Yeah, there's three fuckin’ bodies here, dude. They ain't movin’, should I- In five minutes? Okay, thanks, sorry again.”
The man hung up and Hoshi breathed as quietly as he could. He couldn't know what was or wasn't true about where they were dumped, it was better just to play dead for now until he got a better understanding of the situation. It wasn't as if he could do much in the way of fight anyway, not with a broken arm and a weakened body. But he would do what he had to in order to keep you and Gonta safe, no matter what happened to him. A few minutes later more footsteps could be heard, coming from the other direction.
“Oh my god!” A soft voice squeaked out, footsteps halting.
“Stay here, Chihiro, don't get too close.” A man muttered, what Hoshi assumed to be his footsteps moving closer.
“Fuck, you weren't kidding, were you?”
“No, sir, I didn't… know what to do.” The new man leaned down near Hoshi, gingerly rolling him onto his back. Hoshi couldn't hide the way his breath caught in his chest with pain, giving him away.
“Wait, this one’s alive! Check those two! They might be alive too! Chi, call Taka, tell him to send anyone whose free, and get Mikan on standby, okay?”
“Got it!”
Anxiety flooded Hoshi as he was sat up, blindfold and gag removed.
“Hey dude, you okay? We’re gonna get you and those two out of here in a few, what the fuck happened to you?” Hoshi couldn't talk, couldn't think, even as gentle hands shook him lightly.
“Whoa, hey, don't pass out on me! Shit! Okay, we gotta get them the fuck out of here, someone did this to them and I don't want them coming back to try and finish the job.” Hoshi was unconscious, his body overwhelmed and, subconsciously, relieved. It seemed as if this man wanted to help them, if the way he called for help was any indication.
When he woke up, he was in a new building, a steady beeping urging him awake. Hoshi blinked quickly, another way of panic running through him when he didn't recognize the room he was in. He started thrashing, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm and trying to get free of the cables and tubes connected to him.
“Let me out, let me go!” He shouted, nearly jumping out of his skin when someone touched his shoulder.
“P-please be careful! You’re going to hurt yourself! Please!” A girl said nervously, urging him back down.
“Mondo?! He’s awake!” She called to the doorway, the man who had helped him up before emerging. He was a character, to say the least, a large pompadour sticking out from his head and a biker jacket covering his body.
“I got it, shit, stay back for a second. Hey, dude, it's okay! You’re safe here, I promise, don't go ripping out all of Mikan’s hard work. Your friends are over there, just lay down, it's all good.”
The man, Mondo he assumed, pushed Hoshi back down onto what he now realized was a hospital bed, sighing with relief when Hoshi didn't fight back. He took stock of the room, finding it similar to a school nurse's office, but with much nicer equipment. The beeping Hoshi had heard before was the heart monitor, connected to his chest with wires that had gotten a bit tangled.
“Where are…” He trailed off, chest heaving as his adrenaline faded.
“Oh, the two you were with? They’re right here, though they haven't woken up yet. We honestly thought you guys were dead when we found you, it still doesn't look too good.” Mondo pulled back the curtains on either side of Hoshi to reveal two more beds, you and Gonta passed out and connected to several machines.
“Um, are they your friends?”
“More than that… they were, at least.” Hoshi muttered, not sure how to characterize your relationship now. Since you three were safe now, he could only assume that you and Gonta would want nothing to do with him and leave once they were able. He couldn't blame them for it, either, he would break up with himself too after what he had done. Hell, he had nearly killed them, Hoshi would be shocked if you or Gonta even looked his way once you woke up.
“They aren't doing too well, they, um… they were in worse condition than you were when you got here. What happened? I-if that's okay to ask!” Hoshi shook his head, laying back down and digging his nails into his palm.
“I almost fucking killed them…” He said quietly, not ready to say anything more. He’d have to tell the story at some point, but the longer he could put it off, the better.
“Hey, you want us to call anyone, dude? Like, your family or something?” Hoshi shook his head, closing his eyes.
“Just want to sleep…”
“O-okay! We’ll leave you alone, you need to rest to heal up. Here, you can press this if you need me to come back for anything.” The girl, dressed in a classic nurse outfit, pressed a small remote into Hoshi’s good hand, closing the curtains and nearly stumbling as she left. Hoshi didn't bother to fight his exhaustion, wondering if you and Gonta would still be here when he woke up.
It was your voice, hours later, that pulled him from unconsciousness, along with several other people shouting.
“Don't come any fucking closer!” You yelled, brandishing a random syringe that had been within arms reach when you woke up.
“P-please put that down! I promise, you’re safe here! No one is going to hurt you!”
“What she said! Come on, put the damn needle away, you don't need a weapon!” Hoshi struggled to sit up, barely managing to reach the curtain beside his bed and yank it open. You were on your knees, still hooked up to machines even as you prepared to fight Mondo and the nurse.
“(Y/N)...” Hoshi muttered, finally grabbing your attention.
“Ryoma! You’re okay! Where's Gonta?!” Hoshi pointed to the other curtain, breathing hard.
“It's safe, you don't need that, they aren't going to hurt us.” You finally lowered your hand, fingers uncurling from the syringe and letting it drop to the bed.
“Oh…” You muttered, still on guard as the nurse quietly took the syringe away and helped you lay back down.
“Sorry… I didn't…”
“It's okay, I-I understand, you were scared. How do you feel? You’ve been unconscious for a long time…” You flinched a little when the woman started taking your vitals, unable to relax even with Hoshi so close.
“It's a little hard to breathe… and I'm cold, too.” The woman nodded, tucking the blanket around you gently.
“Are you in pain? I need to get more x-rays, but all three of you have broken bones. You’re also malnourished and dehydrated… Among other things.” The nurse was soft-spoken but firm as she covered you in a second blanket.
“How are they? Is Gonta… is he okay?” She nodded, walking over and opening the curtain that had hidden Gonta from view.
“He’s not in good shape but… all three of you should recover.” You nodded, trying to take a deep breath and wincing.
“Ow… That's not… that's pretty painful.” The nurse returned to your side, looking over the chart you hadn't realized was at the foot of your bed.
“Would you like pain killers? I'm pretty sure you have a couple of broken r-ribs and your lungs… they’re damaged from water.” Hoshi’s face fell at the mention of the water, memories surging back from when he had held you and Gonta under until you nearly died.
“Please…” The nurse gave a small smile and turned to Hoshi, concerned.
“Your lungs are better but your arm is badly broken and healing wrong, we’ll have to… rebreak it to fix it. Would you like some medication too?” Hoshi shook his head adamantly, even when that much movement sent a jolt of pain through him.
“I'm fine.” He said quietly, falling back against the pillows as the nurse left.
“Why won't you take the meds, Ryoma?”
“I'm fine…”
“You're not fine, Ryo! I can see it on your face that you’re in pain, please… You’ve been through enough, I don't want you to hurt anymore.” You whispered fiercely, biting your lip when Hoshi shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't need the pain relief, not that he didn't want it, but he didn't deserve it. He had almost killed you and Gonta, had hurt you beyond belief, not to mention the countless others he had murdered. The pain radiating through his body was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
Before you could try to argue, Gonta coughed roughly, starting to wake up. You attempted to get out of bed, jumping when a hand touched your shoulder.
“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that, just stay here.” A man said gently, going to Gonta’s bedside, ready to hold him down if needed.
“Where is… who are you?” Gonta asked, his voice rough and sending him into another fit of coughs.
“Gonta, it's okay, we’re right here!” You shouted, forcing a smile even when more pain made you shudder. Hoshi nodded, not able to meet Gonta’s eyes as he sat up slowly.
“Are (Y/N) and Ryoma okay? Gonta doesn't recognize this place…”
“We got dumped off and then rescued, it's okay, we’re… safe.” The word felt foreign in Hoshi’s mouth, like it was a lie.
“Hey there big guy, you scared us there. Thought you weren't gonna come back from that shit. Names Mondo, I guess you guys should know that, huh?” Slowly, Gonta relaxed as Mondo fiddled with the bed, making the head side raise so that Gonta could sit up easier.
“Gonta and the others were saved?” Mondo nodded, flashing him a smile.
“Yep! One of my guys found you and we got you here, Mikan is the best nurse I've ever met, she's the one who’s been taking care of you.” All three of you stared at Mondo wordlessly, not sure what to say. Finally, you spoke up.
“We were told we were being left in gang territory, the…”
“Crazy Diamonds?” Mondo supplied. You nodded, a shiver running through you at the name, remembering the stories the men who had brought you there had told.
“Yep, that's us. I'm the leader, or whatever, it's not that big a deal.” You paled, Gonta and Hoshi no better. Slowly, you shrank away from Mondo, blood running ice cold. So you weren't safe after all… Mondo awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck when he noticed how scared you looked.
“You’ve heard the rumors, huh? That I murdered the last leader for this spot, killed someone else with a dumbbell? Other horrible shit like that?” You didn't respond, discreetly looking around for another syringe, just in case.
“None of it's true, you know. The last leader, he died, but he was my brother. I killed him, but not… like that.” You could tell the sadness in Mondo’s eyes was genuine, you had seen it in your own right before you had been pushed under the water by Hoshi. Before Mondo could continue, a small boy entered the room, short with dainty features, almost feminine. He shook his head, speaking up quietly.
“It wasn't your fault, Mondo, don't make me tell Taka you're saying things like that again.��� He smiled and turned to you, biting his lip when he saw the bandages covering your body.
“My name is Chihiro Fujisaki, I was with Mondo when we… found you. Are you okay? I was so worried, you guys weren't moving and… I thought the worst.” You couldn't help but smile back, not wanting Chihiro to feel bad.
“We’ll… be okay.” Chihiro perked up a bit at that, greeting Hoshi and Gonta before returning to Mondo’s side.
“You guys want to talk about how you got this screwed up? I mean, from the shit Mikan said, you three have gone through hell.” You all exchanged looks, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.
“I promise, you’re safe here. Mondo’s group may be known as a gang, but they are good people, they won't anything else happen to you. And I built an amazing security system for this building, no one can get in here without us knowing.”
You took a deep breath and looked towards Gonta and Hoshi, nodding. So, as painful as it was to reminisce, you started telling the story of your kidnapping. Being taken, locked up for days on end with no clue if Hoshi was alive, the things Hoshi had been forced to do in exchange for your safety. You were about to mention Saihara when Hoshi stopped you, taking over.
You understood, letting him explain the death of your friend as fat tears finally slipped down your cheeks. Gonta was in near sobs as Hoshi, stone-faced and somber, caught Mondo and Chihiro up with just how you had ended up there. You got a hold of yourself, wiping your face on the hospital gown.
“And now… we’re here. And we don't, I don't… know what to do next.” You looked up, biting your lip with the effort to not cry again. Chihiro had his hands over his mouth, eyes shining with tears, Mondo’s face worryingly pale.
“And you said… it was Yakuza who did this?” You nodded quickly.
“Shit…” Mondo muttered.
“It was my fault, they wanted me. Those bastards hurt (Y/N) and Gonta to get to me. This is all because of me, if I had just died in jail then-”
“Ryoma, no! Gonta doesn't think that! Gonta knows this is because of the men who hurt him and Ryoma and (Y/N). Ryoma never wanted them to get hurt, he tried to stop them! It isn't… R-Ryoma’s fault!” Gonta’s voice echoed throughout the room, louder than he had meant it to be.
He didn't like to yell, but he couldn't stand hearing Hoshi blame himself when it was the yakuza’s fault, one man in particular. Chihiro ran over to Gonta, handing him a little pack of tissues from his pocket.
“Thank you…” Gonta said softly, coughing.
“But if I had just-”
“No. You don't get to blame yourself, Ryoma! Not when you almost died, multiple times, to save us! No one blames you for this, it's those bastards faults, not yours.” You chewed your lip, flinching when Mondo sat at the foot of your bed, still not used to people being close without the intent of hurting you.
“Yeah, I agree. If the fucker who did this is the guy I think it is, he’s sadistic, loves hurting people just for the fun of it. Toss revenge into the mix and I'm honestly surprised you three got out alive.”
“Barely…” Hoshi muttered, laying down and pulling the blankets over himself. You were about to say something, but Mondo stopped you.
“Let him sit for now, I get how he feels. Seeing you two get hurt, your friend too, and then blaming himself, it's not easy to deal with. Let him go.” You nodded, trying to take a deep breath. You hated that Hoshi blamed himself for this, but he wasn't ready to listen yet, it was better to let him rest. Soon, Mikan returned with medication for you and Gonta, which had you quickly falling asleep as it took effect.
Even when everyone was passed out, Mondo sat in a chair by the door, just in case anyone tried to get in. Chihiro and Mikan came and went, checking up on your vitals and setting up Alter Ego to monitor them remotely, allowing them to keep an eye on you from across the little compound.
You woke up groggily to see Mondo talking quietly with another man, bright red eyes and dark hair, dressed oddly formally for a gang’s nursing wing.
“Do you think it's wise to tell them? It wouldn't be good for a war of sorts to break out.” Mondo shook his head, glancing over at you, not realizing you were waking up.
“If it's Yakuza, those two can help, even just to keep them safe. I'm not letting them get hurt anymore, they’ve been through too much shit as it is.” The other man nodded, looking over as well and frowning at the sight of your injuries.
“It's a miracle they’re alive, are they… stable?”
“Yeah, Mikan says they’ll be alright, but it's gonna be awhile. Not to mention recovering from something like that, mentally, it won't be easy.” The conversation faded as you slipped back into sleep for a bit, grumbling when you felt something cold against your chest.
“S-sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just checking on your lungs.” Mikan helped you sit up, moving over to Hoshi after a moment to listen to his breathing.
“Odd, your lungs are pretty much fine, aside from your broken ribs.”
“He didn't… we went through different methods of torture.” You said softly, not missing the guilt in Hoshi’s eyes as Mikan moved on to Gonta.
“Your’s are the worst… if they don't improve soon, we might need to give you medication for it, or surgery.” Gonta shook his head quickly.
“Gonta… really doesn't want that.”
“W-well, Gonta, do your best to heal up, okay? It's late, you guys should try and go back to sleep. We’ll need to re-break your arm in the morning…”
“Hoshi, that's (Y/N).”
“Right! Get some rest, if you can. If you need anything, there's a button by each of your beds, a-and Mondo and some of the others have been guarding the door, just in case.” Mikan left quickly, turning down the lights so you could go back to sleep. You were exhausted, but didn't lay down just yet.
“Ryoma, please, talk to us.”
“Gonta hates seeing Ryoma so hurt, he wants to help.” Hoshi just shook his head, not looking at either of you.
“I'm fine, really. I don't deserve your help, anyway. Just lay down and get some sleep, alright? Don't worry about me.” Hoshi was silent after that, leaving you with little choice than to curl up under the hospital blanket and drift off into a restless sleep.
Once he was sure both you and Gonta were asleep, Hoshi tossed off his covers, methodically tearing out his IV and unhooking all of the other cords he was attached to. It hurt like hell, blood dripping down his hand from the poor job, but it would work. He just had to get out of there, he’d figure it out after that. Cradling his bad arm, Hoshi quietly got out of bed, making it no more than a few steps before the door opened. Mondo and Chihiro were there, Chihiro’s phone saying something to him in a very similar voice as the boys own.
“Are you okay? Alter Ego said your heart rate stopped, I-” Finally, they both realized that Hoshi was fine, albeit dripping blood onto the tile.
“I'm leaving.”
“You’re bleeding, fuck, you aren't in any condition to be walking around dude!” Hoshi shook his head, covering the wound with his hand.
“I'm fine, just let me through.”
“B-but why would you leave? You’re safe, you don't have to worry about anything happening here.” Something dawned on Mondo, the things Hoshi had said earlier.
“Chi, can you go back out for a bit, keep an eye on the door?”
“Are you sure?” Mondo nodded and Chihiro left, closing the door softly behind him.
“Would you move, dammit? I don't want them waking up until I'm gone.”
“This is about you blaming yourself, right? For them getting hurt?” Hoshi sighed, unsteady on his feet.
“At least take the chair, man, you’re going to pass out if you aren't careful, and Mikan can get scary when she's mad.” Hoshi scowled but sat in the metal chair, blood leaking past his hand.
“What happened back there that makes you so sure this is your fault?”
“The part where I was the one that bastard wanted hurt? The part where my friend died because of me? Or the part where I held the two people I love underwater until their fucking lungs gave out and nearly killed them?” Mondo was quiet for a moment.
“That wasn't you though man! That was the Yakuza, they made you do that shit!”
“Doesn't matter, I still did it. They still got hurt. They will never be the same after what they had to go through because of me.”
“But they don't blame you. They just want you here, to get better and all that.”
“They’re wrong. They don't see it, because they don't want to see it. If I had died in prison, they would have never gotten hurt. Shuichi wouldn't be fucking d-dead.” Hoshi dug his nails into his thigh, tears burning behind his eyes. He refused to let them fall, he didn't even deserve that mercy.
“You know that rumor about me taking out the last Diamond leader?”
“Yeah.”
“He was my brother. My big brother, he led this gang better than I ever could have, and he was passing me the torch when he was ready to move on. I challenged him to race, tried to show off, nearly got hit by a big ass truck. My brother, he pushed me out of the way, took the brunt of it, didn't get back up. He died, and I was still here, and for a long time, I blamed myself. If I hadn't gotten so damn reckless, he wouldn't have gotten hit. I shut everyone out, until I found out what was happening. My guys, they needed a leader, and Daiya was gone. They needed me. And leading them was more important than wallowing in that pity shit.”
Mondo slapped Hoshi on the back, almost enough to hurt.
“Those two, they need you. And you sure as hell need them too. If anyone was gonna blame you for what happened, it would be them, but they don't. So you shouldn't either. Let them in, ‘aight? It helps. I can't force you to stay, but Mikan is pretty convincing, and if that doesn't work, no one can really say no to Chihiro. So leave, if you want to, but it's not gonna benefit them at all.” Hoshi sat there, silent, trying to make a choice. He stood up shakily, blood loss starting to set in.
“I guess I'm staying, then.”
“Good shit, man, here, lemme help.” Mondo got Hoshi to the bed, pushing the button for Mikan so she could fix Hoshi’s IV. As they waited, Mondo spoke up.
“It gets easier, but you gotta let people in, alright?”
“Yeah… Thanks.” Mikan arrived, immediately fussing over Hoshi and getting him settled back into bed. You stirred from the noise as Hoshi was reconnected to the heart monitor, blinking tiredly.
“Mm, what's going on?”
“It's okay, (Y/N), I'm alright. Just fixing something, go back to sleep.” You smiled and nodded, still half asleep as you laid back down. You woke up again a few hours later when it was finally morning, sitting up and wincing in pain.
“Hey, morning,” Hoshi said from his bed, eating breakfast from a tray.
“I didn't want to wake you up, even for food, you needed the rest.” You smiled, he seemed… better, somehow.
“I'll grab you something, be right back.” Mondo smiled, Chihiro by his side as he left.
“Did they fix your arm?” Hoshi nodded, holding up a white cast.
“Yeah, hurt pretty bad, but Mikan gave me some pain meds, they help. How are you doing?” You shrugged, rolling your shoulders.
“Better, sorta. Still hurts but… I got to sleep, Ryo. I got to sleep, and not wonder who would be hurt in the morning, or if I’d get woken up with cold water, or be let out of a cage… It's weird.”
Hoshi nodded sadly, turning his head when Gonta yawned, rubbing his eyes.
“Gonta heard talking… are Ryoma and (Y/N) okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine, don't worry. They’re bringing food here in a few, if you're up for it.”
“You better eat, Gonta, you need your strength.” You managed a smile, barely able to keep from drooling when Mondo came back with… pancakes? Bacon? In his hands were two trays with a large spread on them, food you had only dreamed of eating since your capture.
“I'm under orders to make sure you eat this shit slowly, Mikan says your malnourished, you’ll get sick if you inhale it.” You nodded, taking your tray as Gonta was handed his. Chihiro came in, holding a couple of bottles of both water and juice.
“I wasn't sure what you’d like, so I got a few different drinks.”
“Thanks, guys.” You were almost hesitant to eat, waiting for something to happen, some sort of punishment or shouting. But it never came, and you took a careful bite of a pancake. It tasted like heaven on earth, whether that was because of whoever made it or the fact that you had been nearly starved, you didn't know. Still, you forced yourself to go slowly, not wanting to make yourself sick.
“Gonta has never tasted anything so good…”
“We’ve got a guy who cooks for us sometimes when he isn't busy, he makes the best damn food you’ve ever had, trust me. He’s got a restaurant, you should go some time.” The words struck a chord with you, tears prickling faintly at the corners of your eyes. You could go to restaurants now, go anywhere, really.
You were free.
And sure, you and Gonta and Hoshi were all a bit messed up, mentally and physically, and it wasn't going to get better overnight. But without the constant threat of death, of torture? You could heal.
“So, listen. You guys were taken by Yakuza, yeah?” You nodded, confused about where Mondo was going with this.
“We know a Yakuza leader, different from the asshole who you guys were with, he's one of the good guys. He could probably do something to help keep you guys safe after you get out of here, if you wanted.” The room was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You couldn't fathom the thought of getting involved with more Yakuza, but if Mondo said he was good… you wanted to believe him.
“You trust the guy?” Hoshi asked, equally put off by the idea.
“Entirely, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He can seem a little harsh and shit, but I trust him.” The three of you shared a look, silently agreeing.
“Can we meet with him, then? Here?” Mondo nodded, waving his phone.
“Yeah, he can probably come down today honestly, sound good?” Mondo left the room to make the call, the three of you facing each other.
“I don't like this,” Hoshi said quietly.
“Gonta trusts Mondo, though, he doesn't think Mondo would bring in someone who would hurt (Y/N) or Ryoma.” Hoshi shook his head, fingers of his good hand clenched in the blanket.
“Stay on guard, either way.” You were silent, biting your lip before speaking up.
“Ryoma I think… we have to call the others, too. We’ve been missing for what, months? They’ve probably been looking for us, and… him. We have to tell them.” Before Hoshi could respond, Mondo returned, slipping his phone in his pocket.
“He’s gonna come by later to talk, I gave him the short version of your story, so you don't have to repeat it.”
“Thanks.” You smiled, picking at the remaining food in your lap, not hungry anymore.
“Would, um, would you like to borrow my phone?” Chihiro asked softly, holding it out to you.
“I'll take it, I'll do it,” Hoshi muttered, taking the phone like it would shatter between his fingers.
“Gonta can do it, Ryoma doesn't have to.” Hoshi shook his head, already starting to dial.
“He died because of me, I should be the one to do it.” A hushed, tense silence fell over the quiet room, save for the beeping of various monitors.
“Kirumi? Kirumi, it's Ryoma Hoshi.” You could see how rigid Hoshi went when Kirumi said something back that you couldn't hear.
“We’re… it's a long story, alright? You need to bring everyone here tomorrow, we need to talk. Can I trust you to bring them all? Yeah, Ouma as well, everyone, please. Thank you. I'll text you the address, alright? Okay. I'll tell you when you get here, it's… hard to talk about. Bye.”
Hoshi handed the phone back to Chihiro and stared at his lap as he and Mondo left the room, leaving the three of you alone with one another. “How… How do I tell them that Saihara is dead? Dead because of me.”
You shook your head, shifting around the wires and IV so that you could shakily get out of bed and grab Hoshi’s hand.
“If he's dead because of you, then he's dead because of me and Gonta too. He went looking for all of us, so if we’re gonna blame anyone, it should be all three of us. It's not our fault…” You trailed off, fighting back tears. Saihara had been your friend, and you had watched the life drain out of him through a hole in his skull.
“Gonta thinks it wasn't anyone's fault, except for the man who killed Saihara. He hurt him, Ryoma didn't.” You nodded, going back to your own bed before your weakened legs gave out.
“We’ll tell them together, all three of us. No one blames you, so try not to blame yourself, alright?” Hoshi managed a nod and finally looked up as you fumbled with your blanket. As you did, the sleeve of your hospital gown rode up, revealing a nasty, barely healed scar from the same day that Saihara had died.
Hoshi could almost hear the muffled scream that had followed a cut like that, staring until it disappeared again under the thin fabric. Something like would never go away, not the memories, not the scars. He had almost grown accustomed to death, having seen it so many times, but you and Gonta hadn't until then. Hoshi couldn't fix that, couldn't take that back, just like he couldn't bring Saihara back. He swallowed thickly, reminding himself of what Mondo had said, that putting up walls and hiding behind them wouldn't help any of you heal.
“Hey, guys?”
“Hm? What's wrong?” You replied, concerned.
“If… no, when this is over, do you want to get a dog? Or, a cat, or a pet, or… I don't know, something like that.” The faintest hint of a smile graced Hoshi’s tired features. You couldn't help smiling a bit yourself.
“Yeah, a dog would be nice.”
“Gonta likes dogs, even if they aren't as nice as bugs. He knows that Ryoma and (Y/N) don't like bugs as much as he does, so Gonta is happy with a dog!” Hoshi turned to Gonta, nodding.
“You can have all the bugs you want, I'll get over it, if it makes you happy.”
Your smile widened, thinking about how things could, eventually, get better. “Me too, I don't mind them so much now, so you should have as many as you can.”
Gonta’s smile was enough to make the pain in your body fade, even if for a moment. It was a reminder of before, when the three of you had been happy. Your conversation went on for a while, the most relaxed and at peace you had felt in months now. After a while, you were interrupted by cursing and scuffling behind the closed door, immediately putting all three of you on alert.
“Hey, hands off asshole! I told you, I'm with Oowada! Let us through before I fucking- Peko, no! Put that shit away!” You prepared to get up and run if needed, a glance at Hoshi and Gonta showed them readying for the same fight.
“Guys, it's fine, he's with me! Seriously, they're good, just let em through, okay?” The door opened and Mondo, along with a shorter man and a woman with silver hair, sheathing what looked like a katana, walked in.
“So, this is the guy I mentioned!”
“Fucking hell, you could warn your guys before sending us down a hallway alone, you know?” Mondo rubbed the back of his neck, laughing.
“I can't blame em, I told them not to let a soul through unless I said. So, this is Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, and Peko Pekoyama.” You stared, wide-eyed, at the odd duo as the man, Kuzuryuu, took off his hat.
“I'm the head of the Kuzuryuu clan and all that, Peko is a friend of mine.”
“And bodyguard.”
Kuzuryuu rolled his eyes. “I told you, you don't have to do that shit. Not the point, though. Mondo told me you got caught up in some shit with a branch of Yakuza and needed some help, yeah?”
You nodded, not sure what to say. Hoshi was the first to speak, albeit tersely. “That's the understatement of the year, yeah. How much did Mondo tell you?”
“I know that your Ryoma Hoshi, and I have a pretty good guess as to who did this, and why. I also know that that bastard has been getting more and more ruthless, and you probably shouldn't have gotten out of there in one piece.” You nodded sadly, coughing before speaking up.
“We almost didn't. And we… We were the lucky ones. Our friend, he didn't… he fucking shot him.” You went on, describing the beatings, the cages, the choices all three of you had been forced to make in order to stay alive. Peko and Kuzuryuu remained emotionless, aside from Peko’s tightened grip on the strap of her sword bag.
“After almost killing us, he tossed us in an alley. We were lucky that the Crazy Diamonds found us, and not someone else. At that point… I really thought we were going to die.” Kuzuryuu nodded, running a hand through his short blond hair.
“Fuck… I’d heard rumors about that fucker and the shit he's done, but this… this is a whole other level of fucked up.” He shared a look with Peko, who nodded quickly.
“From now on, you three are under the protection of both the Kuzuryuu clan and the Crazy Diamonds. Between our two groups, no one will touch a fucking hair on your head. This offer is extended for as long as you want it, and if there are others who need it, just tell us.” Your mouth hung open as Kuzuryuu stood, Peko following suit. He held out a hand to Hoshi, who clearly didn't know what to say.
“I… Thank you.” Was all he said, shaking Kuzuryuu’s hand as the blonde smiled.
“Whatever you need, just let me or Mondo know. Bodyguards, a place to stay where you’ll be safe, you’ll have it. You’re honorary members of the clan now, so I'll be seeing you around.” Peko nodded at you and you waved, unsure of what to make of her quite yet.
“Show them out, thanks. Fuyuhiko, thanks for coming.”
“Happy to help, especially after the shit they’ve been through.” Just as they were about to leave, you called after them.
“Wait! Don't… don't you guys have better things to do? I mean, you shouldn't have to worry about me, really.”
“(Y/N), you deserve this after-” Kuzuryuu shook his head before Mondo could finish.
“Trust me, you guys are worth it. Plus, I've wanted to get this fucker off the playing field since I heard about him, he gives us Yakuza a shitty reputation. So don't worry about a thing but feeling better and shit like that, got it?” You nodded and he waved before turning around, leaving with Peko by his side.
“Like he said, you guys need anything, just ask. Even after you leave here, we’ve got your back!” You smiled, a slight warmth in your chest. You still felt like a bit of a burden for Mondo and the others who wanted to help, but it was nice knowing you were under the protection of not one, but two groups. Soon, Mondo left, allowing the three of you to return to chatting. It was the most normal you had felt in a very long time, and before long dinner was being brought to your beds, along with Mikan checking in and seeing how you were doing.
The lights were turned down and you yawned, wishing you weren't hooked up to so many wires so that you could get up and lay down by Gonta or Hoshi. Mikan insisted that you stay connected to the monitors for now, since it had only been a few days since you had started healing.
“I'm sure you're eager to l-leave, but I'd like to see you guys improve a bit first, especially Gonta. His lungs are better but… I'd rather be on the, um, safe side.” You went along with it, not knowing enough to argue. Your friends would be coming tomorrow, regardless, so it was better to stay put, at least until after that. You soon found yourself laying down, barely able to keep your eyes open as you talked with Gonta and Hoshi.
“If you're that tired, go ahead and sleep, it's okay.” You half smiled, exhausted.
“Mm, okay, you guys sleep too, okay? We all need it, especially for tomorrow.” It was easy to drift off, as relaxed as you felt. Maybe it was a bad idea, trusting Mondo and Kuzuryuu and the others to keep you safe, but your mind couldn't take much more fear and panic anymore. Hoshi soon laid down as well, almost ready to go to sleep when Gonta’s voice made him sit up.
“Ryoma?”
“Hmm? What's up, Gonta?”
“Gonta… feels really bad.” Hoshi looked over, noticing the faint glimmer of tears forming in Gonta’s eyes.
“What's wrong? Should we get Mikan or something?” Gonta shook his head, chewing his lip.
“Gonta said horrible things to Ryoma, right after Shuichi…” Hoshi nodded, remembering the call he had gotten from Gonta right after, where he had called him a murderer.
“Gonta didn't mean any of it! They made Gonta say it, and he didn't want to, but he had a gun pointed at him and he… he h-had to call Ryoma such horrible things. Gonta is an awful gentleman, he shouldn't have said-”
“Whoa, shit, hey!” Against his better judgment, Hoshi got out of bed, dragging the pole his IV was connected to as he grabbed a box of tissues and handed them to Gonta.
“They fucking threatened you?” Gonta nodded, taking a tissue and wiping his eyes before the tears could quite spill over.
“Gonta should have fought him, told him he wouldn't say such mean things, especially when they weren't true.” Hoshi shook his head, hand shaking as he reached out to stroke Gonta’s messy hair.
“They would have hurt you, or killed you, you did the right thing, even if you didn't want to. You’ve been a damn good gentleman, Gonta, considering what you were faced with. A lot better than I could have been in your place.”
“Gonta still feels bad, he called Ryoma a murderer… and disgusting. Gonta would never think that way about Ryoma! Ryoma is a good gentleman too, doing all of those things to keep Gonta and (Y/N) safe, even if he had to do horrible things as well.” Hoshi smiled softly, hand cupping Gonta’s cheek as he got ahold of himself. He had forgotten what it was like to touch someone without violence, just hoping to comfort the much larger man.
“Something like that, yeah. I know you didn't mean it, that you wouldn't have said anything like that if you weren't being threatened, so don't worry about it, alright?” Gonta nodded, leaning into Hoshi’s touch slightly until he pulled away.
“Get some sleep, big guy, you need it.”
“Ryoma should sleep too.”
“I will, if you will.” Gonta smiled softly as Hoshi got back into bed, wincing a bit. He still wasn't in the best condition, but every day it was getting a little easier. Before long, all three of you were asleep, but even that came with difficulties.
For hours, you tossed and turned, caught in the all too realistic plane between awake and dreaming. You didn't wake up, no matter how many horrible images plagued you, tangling yourself in your blanket and soaking your hospital gown through with cold sweat. Hoshi and Gonta were no better, a choked sob from Gonta finally waking you up from your nightmares, your memories.
“Gonta? You okay?” All that followed was hitched breathing for a moment.
“Gonta is fine… bad dream.” You nodded, grateful for the pale light of the sunrise starting to come through the windows. It was still early, but not early enough to go back to sleep, even if you wanted to.
“Me too, I kept seeing that fucking man… Gonta, I can still smell him in my dreams…” You trailed off, stomach turning a bit at the memory. It wasn't long before Hoshi woke up as well, jolting a bit before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“What’re you guys doing up?” He asked quietly.
“Nightmares, mostly. How did you sleep?” Hoshi shook his head, stretching and wincing when he moved his arm the wrong way.
“Not much better, kept seeing things I didn't want to see.” You understood the feeling well, thankfully distracted as Mondo knocked on the door and poked his head inside.
“Hey, Chihiro said you guys were up, you want food or anything?” You knew you needed to eat, but after the nightmares and considering what was soon to come when your friends arrived, you weren't all that interested in food.
“Something small, I guess.” Gonta and Hoshi nodded in agreement and Mondo disappeared, soon returning alongside Ishimaru and Chihiro, each with a tray. You could barely nibble at a piece of toast, mind wandering as conversation carried around you.
How did you tell a room full of people that someone they all cared about had been brutally kidnapped, beaten, and murdered by a Yakuza leader?
How do you tell them that you didn't stop it, didn't save him?
How could you apologize for something like that, when you were sitting right there, still alive?
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” You snapped back to the present, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, just not super hungry, I guess.” You looked over at Hoshi, who hadn't eaten much either. Desperate to change the subject off of yourself, you turned to Chihiro.
“How did you know we had woken up, by the way?” Chihiro smiled and almost bounced to your bedside, showing you his phone.
“I designed a program, with Tsumiki’s help. It monitors your vital signs constantly, and when there's a change, like a quicker heartbeat from waking up, it tells me. I programmed it to be compatible with my other program, Alter Ego, and he can deduce the cause of the change to a certain extent!”
Chihiro went on for a moment about the programming, terms that flew over your head entirely until he noticed he was rambling.
“Oh, u-um, sorry! I really enjoy programming, you probably didn't understand any of that…”
“It's okay, I think it's nice that you enjoy something that you’re so good at.” You smiled, still lost in all of the terminology as Chihiro poked at his phone.
“T-thank you!” His cheeks flushed a soft pink and you couldn't hide your smile.
“Amazing, isn't he? Best damn programmer out there!”
“Agreed, Chihiro, no one could make a program that compares to yours, especially in how little time it took you.” You let the three of them chat, managing to eat a bit more. You gave up eventually, promising Mikan that you would eat more later before she could worry too much. Once the trays were gone and the others had left to do one thing or another, you turned to Hoshi and Gonta.
“They’ll be here soon, huh?” Hoshi nodded, running a hand through his hair, much longer than he usually kept it.
“Yeah, Kirumi said around noon, but who knows.” You went quiet, fiddling with a stray thread on your blanket.
“Gonta is… scared, to tell them. He doesn't want them to have to know, even though he knows they have to.”
“Yeah, me too. But… we’ll just get it over with, and go from there, you know?” Gonta nodded but Hoshi said nothing, drumming his fingers absently on his cast.
“You guys should just let me do all the talking, alright? I got us into this, I should be the one to break the news.” You shook your head quickly, not having it.
“We’re all a part of this, you aren't going to get stuck with all of the burden of telling the story. We lean on each other, so you can start, if you want, but I'm not going to let you be the only one to tell them.”
“Gonta too, he isn't going to let Ryoma be the only one to tell them about Shuichi, what happened isn't Ryoma’s fault.” Hoshi looked like he was about to argue but you shushed him gently.
“It's no one's fault, you didn't pull the trigger, okay? So just… Share the load, alright?” A sad smile made its way onto Hoshi’s face as he nodded, sighing quietly.
“You two make it hard to argue shit, you know that?” You laughed, fighting back a cough that followed.
“That's the point, babe.” As time passed, you got more and more nervous about the conversation, how the others would take the news, what they would do. Saihara was everyone's friend, nobody disliked him, losing him was going to hurt everyone in the room greatly. The man by the door, whose name you hadn't caught, muttered something over a radio before turning to face you.
“The friends you invited are here, alright if I let them in?”
“Last chance to hide under the beds.” You joked dryly, hands shaking as you smoothed the blanket in front of you. You didn't know what else to do as your friends streamed in, one after another, each talking to each other or the three of you.
The room buzzed with more energy than you knew how to deal with and it didn't take long for you to feel overwhelmed as Angie and Kaede swarmed your bed, asking questions you weren't prepared to answer. Finally, Kaito caught on, shouting above the din and getting everyone's attention.
“Guys! Don't scare them, jeez! This is probably a lot for them to deal with all at once, let em talk!” Thankfully, the room quieted down, many people sitting on the edges of beds and others standing. Unsurprisingly, Ouma was the first to break the seal of silence.
“So where exactly were you guys, anyway? Cause you look like total hell, especially you! And where is Saihara-chan?” He pointed at Hoshi, who swallowed thickly. The moments that passed may have been only seconds, but they were weighed down by the knowledge that you didn't know how to share.
“Fuck, I guess… we should start at the beginning, huh?” Taking turns, you, Hoshi, and Gonta told your story, hopefully for the last time. You kept it brief, not wanting to saddle your friends with the images of your torture. Anytime one of you started getting overwhelmed, another took over, glossing over moments best left locked away until you got caught up.
“Wait, so this whole time… you’ve been pretty much almost fucking dying?!” Kaito looked pale, as if he couldn't believe what had happened.
“Um… yeah, more or less.” You said sheepishly, unable to meet anyone's eyes. The room burst into sound once again, questions streaming in one after another until Kirumi spoke up.
“Please refrain from all speaking at once, it can't… be easy to talk about something like this.” You nodded, thankful. Ouma’s voice stood out from the others as he hopped off Gonta’s bed, hands on his hips.
“That's a craaaazy story and all, but you dodged my question. You three are here, but Saihara isn't. So where is he? You didn't even mention him! Unless this is all a lie?” He quirked an eyebrow and you barely refrained from rolling your eyes.
“Was he involved with this somehow?” Maki asked, picking up on your anxiety.
“Atua hasn't said anything about him either… hmm. Maybe he's just been on a vacation to a faraway country!” You shook your head, sparing Hoshi a glance before continuing.
“Saihara… he came to look for us, not long after we disappeared.” Kaito nodded, pacing the room a bit.
“He did say something about a case, he ditched training and stuff a few times for it but never really said much more.”
“Gonta and Ryoma and (Y/N) were the case… Saihara started searching and asking around about them, but Gonta thinks he talked to the wrong person.”
You continued as Kiibo stroked Gonta’s hair comfortingly.
“The men we were involved with, they don't take well to people looking for them… The kidnapped Saihara and brought him to the same building we were in, threatened him, but didn't do much at first.” You trailed off, trying to push away the mental image of Saihara tied to that chair, body slumped forward while he was unconscious. You wished he had stayed that way, hearing him plead for his life at the end had only made it hurt more. Hoshi picked up the story, hand holding the covers with white knuckles.
“They ordered me to kill him. They put a gun in my hand and forced me to kill my friend.” You opened your mouth to argue, Hoshi hadn't been the one to pull the trigger, he hadn't had a choice in the matter anymore. But it was fruitless, Hoshi continuing before you got the chance
“He's gone.” Was all Hoshi said, the room exploding into chaos and questions.
“What do you mean he's gone?!” Kaito yelled above the sound, met with several noises of agreement from the others. No one responded, the room growing heavy with the things they knew, but didn't want to say.
“Saihara is dead. He’s dead, because of me.” Hoshi’s voice was barely audible, but enough people heard it to send the room spinning into shouting and crying. Kaede clasped her hands over her mouth as she realized what had happened, sobbing. Ouma looked ready to hit someone, small hands clenched into fists as he glared daggers into Hoshi, eerily quiet.
The room was buzzing with reactions, some shock, some disbelief, some sad and crying. You didn't know what to do, blindly grabbing Kaede's hand as if it would ease her pain. You didn't bother to wipe away your own tears as they fell, breathing hard to keep from absolutely collapsing into sobs.
“What the fuck, Hoshi?!” Kaito shouted, moving closer than Hoshi would have liked.
“Why did you do it? Why did you fucking kill my best friend goddammit?!” His voice was loud enough to hurt your ears, Kaede squeezing your hand a little tighter.
“Kaito, don't, that's a little-”
“I don't care! He fucking murdered Shuichi! He murdered him and he's here, just fucking fine now!” The argument only escalated as Kaede and a few others tried to calm Kaito down, Hoshi stone-faced and staring at his hand. Finally, Mondo entered the room, groaning at the chaos before raising his voice.
“Hey! Shut up! You guys are screaming loud enough that the entire building can hear you and that shit isn't what they need right now! So either be quiet, or leave!” You were grateful for the interruption as it finally got Kaito to quiet down, at least for a moment.
“And you, you and Gonta. Why the fuck didn't you stop him, huh? You were there too, you could have done something!”
“Gonta’s supposed to be all big and strong right, you couldn't get a gun out of Hoshi’s tiny fucking hands?!” Ouma chimed in from across the room, his voice much more flat than usual.
“Exactly! You didn't stop him, so your just as much at fault here as he is, you fucking killed-”
Your head snapped to look at Hoshi as he finally spoke up.
“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed, louder than you had ever heard him yell. It was almost scary, seeing such rage spread across Hoshi’s features.
“They didn't have a choice to stop me! They would have been killed if they even fucking moved!”
He took a breath but held up a hand when Kaito moved to speak again.
“They gave me a choice. They told me to either kill Saihara or let them get beaten until they could hardly breathe. They couldn't have done a thing to stop it, they got it bad enough as it was. He cut them, and made me fucking watch while they got hurt, because I couldn't go through with it.”
“What? What do you mean?” Kaede asked, still tightly gripping your hand.
“I dropped the damn gun, I couldn't pull the trigger on Saihara. And they still killed him. But Gonta and (Y/N) begged me to just let them get hurt instead, but I couldn't let them go through that. Blame me all you want, hate me forever, that's fine. But you don't get to fucking blame then when they were tied up and hurt and begging me not to choose him.”
Kaito glanced between you and Gonta, noticing how you were in much worse condition, between the scars and bandages, while Hoshi mainly had only his cast as evidence of his pain.
“I don't give a damn what you think about me, cause it's probably true. But don't you dare fucking blame them for his death.” The room went quiet enough to hear a pin drop as Kaito finally relaxed a bit, no longer looking like he was ready to hurt someone.
“Fucking hell… so he's really dead, huh?” Kaito muttered, sitting on the edge of Hoshi’s bed.
“Yeah,” Hoshi responded, finally looking up from his lap.
“I'm sorry about what I said man, you didn't… you didn't deserve that, especially when I didn't mean it.” Hoshi just shrugged, looking around the room.
“Doesn't mean it isn't true, but thanks. The things that happened in there…” Kaito just nodded in understanding as the atmosphere relaxed a bit. Still sad, mourning, but no longer tense with so much anger.
“Are you guys going to be… alright? No offense, but you look like shit.” You laughed softly, running a hand through your hair.
“They think we’ll be okay to leave in a couple of days, if we want to.”
“Gonta isn't sure he wants to go back home anymore… he remembers the house being all messed up from being taken.”
“Yeah, it's… not great. I was staying there between… jobs. It's pretty bad, honestly, I never had the energy to fix shit or clean or anything.” Kirumi looked between the three of you, and then to the others.
“Don't worry about that, we’ll handle anything that needs to be taken care of before you return home.” You met her eyes, as sad as anyone else's over the loss of Saihara, even if she hadn't shown it.
“Are you sure? You don't have to do anything for us, really.” She shook her head, a small smile appearing on her face.
“It's my pleasure, you deserve to have a nice, clean home when you are released from here, and I prefer to keep myself busy in times like this.”
“Me too, I'll help. You guys have been through enough, we want to make it a little easier for you to adjust and get better!” Kaede smiled sadly, and you didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise. It would be nice, not having to fix the wreckage of your kidnapping on your own. Others began to chime in, offering to help with cleaning up, getting groceries, anything you could have needed.
Soon the entire room, even Ouma, was in agreement that they were going to help you back on your feet, no matter what it took.
“Gonta… is very thankful that he has such generous friends.” Gonta sniffled and Himiko patted his head.
“It’ll be easy to fix things up with my magic, as long as I'm able to recharge my mana beforehand…” After that, people streamed in and out of the room, some leaving for the day with things to do, others hanging out a while longer until the sky began to darken. It was nice, albeit a bit overwhelming to be around other people again, people you knew and trust, who wanted to help you. Soon, it was only Kirumi and Kaito left, both getting ready to leave.
“Is it alright if I return tomorrow? I'd like to figure out the best way to go about restoring your home, among other things.” Hoshi nodded, smiling a bit.
“Sure, if you want. Thanks again for helping out, it really means a lot. Especially after what we told you.”
“At moments like this, it's best for people to be together, to overcome their hardships. So, frankly, you’re doing us a favor by allowing us to help. Also, Gonta, your glasses are missing, would you like me to bring you another pair?” Gonta nodded eagerly.
“Gonta would really like that, he hasn't been able to see in… a long time.” You smiled, having almost forgotten that he usually wore glasses. It had been so long since you had had the mental capacity to worry about things like your boyfriend's eyesight, really, it was a miracle he had managed to get by without them this long. Kirumi left after another few minutes, promising to return the next day to make a list of tasks to get done with the house, even when you insisted it wasn't that big of a deal. Kaito stood up to leave, lingering a bit.
“Sorry, again, man. I said some pretty horrible shit to you earlier, I really shouldn't have let my temper go off like that, not cool of me.”
“You just lost someone you cared about, I get it. Someone told me something like that, I probably would have gotten mad too.” Kaito nodded and held out a hand for Hoshi to shake, which he did.
“We’ll get revenge for Shuichi, you know? We’ll make sure the bastards who did this to him, and you guys, pay for this.” Mondo, seemingly already on his way to you, held out his phone to Kaito.
“Looks like someone beat you to it.” He had pulled up an article on his phone from the news, detailing the death and almost meaningful placement of the body of a nearby Yakuza leader. Kaito read the article aloud before showing it to you, a picture making a wave of nausea rise in your chest. It wasn't the violence or death that bothered you, it was the man in the photo.
“That's him…” You muttered, torn between being sick at the sight of the man who tortured you or celebrating his death. You looked to Hoshi and Gonta, who seemed equally tense.
“You didn't hear this shit from me, but Fuyuhiko? He takes care of problems like that guy, when he has to. My guess is you won't have to worry about those fuckers again, not after this.” You just nodded as Kaito left, mentioning he’d be back later. Quickly, you turned to Gonta and Hoshi, a sigh of relief leaving you.
“He's dead… that asshole, he's fucking dead!” You covered your mouth at the sound of your joy, unsure of how to feel.
Mostly, though, you felt relieved. The man who had kept you captive for months, threatened you, beaten you, not to mention what he had done to Gonta and Hoshi, was permanently out of the picture. You no longer had to wonder what he was planning, whether he would come looking for you again, not now.
“Good.” Was all Hoshi said, smiling alongside you. Briefly, the three of you talked about what had happened, about leaving the building soon, about figuring out a way to hold a memorial for Saihara. You had no clue where his body would be anymore, so he couldn't be buried, but surely you could set up something to say goodbye, to thank him for trying to save you. It was easy to fall asleep after such an exhausting, emotional day, laying down and letting your eyes fall closed when you felt you had nothing else to say.
“(Y/N)? Gonta?”
“Mm?” You responded, eyes still shut.
“Love you guys.” His voice was soft, quiet, and you smiled.
“Love you too, Ryo.”
“Gonta loves Ryoma and (Y/N) as well!” You giggled, too tired to even sit up. You drifted off happily, feeling more at peace than you had in quite a while. It didn't last long, however. Just like the night before, nightmares came at you quickly and constantly as you tossed and turned in your bed.
This time, Hoshi was the first to wake from his dreams, startled and gripping the blanket tightly in his good hand. He flexed his fingers, trying in vain to forget what he had seen. His nightmare had been of the day that he had held you and Gonta under the water, pushing you in deeper even as you squirmed and the air bubbles indicating your screams started to stop.
He held you and Gonta under until you were lifeless and even when he pulled you out, you didn't come back. Your chests were still, no matter what he did, you were gone. He woke up after giving up on bringing you back to home, glancing between you and Gonta and watching as you breathed and turned over in your sleep. It was enough of a reassurance that you were alive for him to lay back down, counting your heartbeats on a monitor until he was able to fall back asleep.
It was an ongoing cycle for a couple of hours, one of you waking up from a nightmare where the others died or got hurt, making sure they were okay, and then going back to sleep, only for another nightmare to occur. Mondo, taking a turn on guarding the door, noticed as Gonta woke up for the second time, the faintest sob escaping him as he wiped his eyes and tried to calm himself down.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, leaving his chair by the door and sitting on the edge of Gonta’s bed.
“Gonta had a nightmare, he’ll… he's okay.” Gonta forced a smile and tried to slow his breathing down a bit, wondering how late it was.
“The others have been as well, they keep waking up and checking on you.” Gonta looked over and noticed the pain in Hoshi’s features as he tossed and turned a bit, you in a similar position. Mondo and Gonta chatted for a moment, passing the time until Gonta felt a bit better. You shot up in your bed, panting and clutching your chest, heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You had had a nightmare about being back in that room, a gun forced into your hands and told to choose between Gonta and Hoshi, kill one or both would die. You could still feel the cold steel against your skin as you returned to reality, quickly looking over at Gonta and Hoshi.
“Hey, did I wake you up?” You asked softly, not wanting to wake Hoshi up as well.
“No, Gonta had a bad dream as well, Mondo was helping him calm down a bit. Is (Y/N) okay?” You nodded, not wanting to worry him any more than necessary.
“I will be, now that I'm awake.” Mondo looked at you curiously, thinking for a moment before getting an idea.
“Here, I want to try something.” You watched with wide eyes as Mondo started pushing Gonta’s hospital bed towards the middle, not stopping until he connected with Hoshi’s bed, startling him awake.
“What's going on?” He muttered, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes.
“Nightmares, again.” You replied, jumping when Mondo started pushing your bed towards Hoshi as well. It took some arranging, between the IV poles and all of the wires, but after a few minutes, your three beds had become one large one.
“Mikan and Taka might kill me for this, but you three need to be able to hold each other when this kinda stuff happens. It helps, trust me.” All three of you exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
“Let me know if you need anything, ‘kay?” Mondo left the room and you started to scoot closer to Hoshi, mindful of your IV line and his cast. It had been so long since you had been this close to him, without fear, without having to protect him from someone. Still, old habits resurfaced as the three of you cuddled together, overlapping blankets and getting comfortable.
In the end, Gonta had his arms wrapped around you both, Hoshi sandwiched between you gently to keep from making his arm worse. No one needed to speak, just enjoying the familiar contact between each other. You pressed your face against Hoshi’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as you started to fall back asleep. This time, you stayed asleep, the comfort of having both of your boyfriends right there warding off any nightmares.
All three of you slept soundly, relaxed by each other's presence until morning came and hushed whispers caught your attention. You didn't move, barely awake as it was and not wanting to disturb Gonta or Hoshi.
“They needed this, you know? I get that it wasn't great, like, medically, and something could have happened, but Alter Ego would have let us know if something changed.” You recognized Mondo’s voice and the little sigh that followed sounded like Mikan.
“They do look peaceful… Just warn me next time, so I can keep a closer e-eye on them.” You drifted back off, smiling softly. You were too comfortable and safe to care about what time it might have been or the repercussions of moving the beds. All that mattered was that the next time you woke up, it would be wrapped in Gonta’s arms, face buried in Hoshi’s neck. You groaned as someone shifted, not ready to get up.
“Stay.” You whispered, trying to pull Hoshi back to you as he moved to escape Gonta’s hold on him.
“Gotta get up, it's late.”
“Gonta doesn't want to yet, he wants Ryoma to stay for a little longer.” You didn't miss the little huff that Hoshi replied with, but he stopped moving, letting you pull him close. You didn't go back to sleep, just rested, thinking.
It would be a long time before the three of you were okay. Physically, maybe a few weeks, but mentally, you would never be the same.
Fear would creep up on you from seemingly unimportant things, you’d find yourself looking over your shoulder, unwilling to be alone.
You would have scars to last you years, and you would never be the same person that you had been before this happened.
But, cuddled close to Hoshi and Gonta, you could have hope. Hope that someday, you’d be alright, all of you would. Maybe no overnight, maybe not soon, but one day, this would only be your past.
#gonta gokuhara#ryoma hoshi#gontaryoma#commission#mondo oowada#chihiro fujisaki#kaito momota#ndrv3#Mikan Tsumiki#sdr2#danganronpa
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