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Single Father Wakasa
~♡Wakasa Imaushi x fem!reader
~♡Not proofread
Single Father!Wakasa who doesn't want to get a nanny or babysitter but is convinced by his friends that he needs a little help.
Single Father!Wakasa who Interviews dozens of young people wanting the job but none of them are good enough for his little princess.
Single Father!Wakasa who was ready to give up looking until you showed up at his door asking about the job.
Single Father!Wakasa who lets his eyes run across your body while he interviews you. You don't notice but he finds himself not caring if you did.
Single Father!Wakasa who offers you a job and gives you a tour of his house while talking to you about his daughter.
Single Father!Wakasa who is at least 10 years older than you and covered in tattoos but looks way better than the men around your age.
Single Father!Wakasa who was shocked but extremely happy when all his daughter would talk about, is how much she enjoy having you around.
Single Father!Wakasa who enjoys watching you take care of his daughter. He thinks you'd make a good mother. He just hopes you didn't notice him having to readjust his pants.
Single Father!Wakasa who catches himself watching you more and more each day you work. He won't say anything but he catches you gazing at him too.
Single Father!Wakasa who enjoys when you start wearing more revealing clothing.
Single Father!Wakasa who invites you over when his daughter is having a sleepover at a friend's house.
Single Father!Wakasa that made you a home-cooked meal for you guys to eat under candle light.
Single Father!Wakasa who teases you and pinches at the fabric of the little tight dress you have on. "You wear this for every Father you babysit for?"
Single Father!Wakasa who leans over the table to kiss you. He grabs your hand to lead you out of the kitchen.
Single Father!Wakasa who continues kissing you all the way to the bedroom as he strips that little dress off of you.
Single Father!Wakasa who is surprised but not disappointed when he notices you didn't wear anything under the dress. You just made his job easier.
Single Father!Wakasa who pushes you on the bed while he starts to take off his shirt agonizingly slow, one button at a time.
Single Father!Wakasa who smirks down at you, seeing how inpatient you are.
Single Father!Wakasa who climbs on the bed over you and starts kissing you slowly.
Single Father!Wakasa who kisses down your body while spreading your legs.
Single Father!Wakasa who kisses, bites, and licks on your thighs before dragging his tongue up your slit groaning in the process.
Single Father!Wakasa who eats you out like a starved man while rutting his hips against the mattress ignoring his leaking cock.
Single Father!Wakasa who swears you have the sweetest tasting pussy he's ever had.
Single Father!Wakasa who makes you cum just with his tongue before adding his fingers. Starting out with one but making you cum again on the third.
Single Father!Wakasa who continues to lick and suck on your pussy way past overstimulation just so he can hear those sweet sounds you make.
Single Father!Wakasa who quickly replaces his fingers with his heavy and neglected cock. Eyes crossing and groaning as he feels your tight slick walls squeezing him.
Single Father!Wakasa who doesn't wait for you to adjust and starts at a brutal pace. He couldn't help it. He can't control himself around you.
Single Father!Wakasa who wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes your hip as he speeds up. Nothing but praises leave his lips. "Look at you taking me so well"
Single Father!Wakasa who thinks he's in love hearing you moan and scream his name over and over again as you cum on his cock for the nth time tonight.
Single Father!Wakasa who thinks you are just the prettiest thing he's ever seen lying beneath him naked. "Such a good girl" He says As he shoves his fingers into your mouth to suck on.
Single Father!Wakasa who feels his balls start to tighten and begs for you to let him cum inside. It's the only thing he wants. "You'd make such a good mommy. Let me make you a real one".
Single Father!Wakasa who is overjoyed when you nod your head and beg for him to do it. He thinks his heart may have stopped beating for a moment.
Single Father!Wakasa who cums in you as deep as he can while he slams your lips together in a heated kiss.
Single Father!Wakasa who pulls out after several minutes of laying there inside of you just to watch his cum leak from your pussy.
Single Father!Wakasa who scoops up eventually spilling out with his fingers to push it back in while he starts to finger fuck you. He's just trying to make sure it stays in.
Single Father!Wakasa who flips you over on your stomach while shoving your face in the pillows while he starts fucking you again.
Single Father!Wakasa who creampies you over and over until he is sure he got you pregnant.
Single Father!Wakasa who fucks you everytime you come over to babysit now.
Single Father!Wakasa who hasn't even looked at another women since he started fucking you.
Single Father!Wakasa who is excited to tell his daughter she is going to be a big sister.
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Daddy Tokyo Revengers: Having an Overly Shy Daughter pt 2
Ft: Mikey, Baji, Wakasa, Takeomi, Chifuyu, and Shinichiro
WC 2000+
Part 1 a/n: part two is here! part 3 is in the works of characters on the list for part 3 Mitsuya, Kazutora, Kisaki, Kakucho, Izana, and Smiley!
Wakasa
He began to lace the purple little gloves on her hands. “Remember what daddy taught you?” he asked his baby girl. Her eyes watching her dad tying the strings of her glove. “Just like we practiced.” Wakasa patted her head.
She saw her large uncle Arashi get into the ring he had his gloves on as well. She saw her daddy get out of the ring leaving her in the ring. “Daddy.” She trembled in her voice.
“you got this bumble bee, keep your hands up and remember the bigger they are the harder they fall.” Wakasa spoke. For years he saw people come in and out of the gym then after training with him he could see the confidence in them. He wanted to do the same thing for his daughter seeing how sometimes she didn’t have confidence in herself due to her being overly shy about anything she did.
She heard the bell ring and followed her dad's instructions keeping her hands up. Arashi was willing to help his little niece even if he had to be a little dramatic. Wakasa's little bumble bee swung towards her uncle hitting Arashi’s stomach and in a matter of seconds Arashi began to feel ‘pain’ from the hit. He fell to his knees and pretended to knock out. Her eyes widened in shock that she did that to her uncle. She turned around hearing the bell. “I killed him.”
“ no no you knocked him out! You did it!” Wakasa said, reassuring his little one, getting into the ring. “And the winner is my little bumble bee” Raising her hand up Some of the members in the gym clapped and cheered for this because her little cheeks radiated with heat. She had a bashful smile. “See bumble bee l, no one your age can knock out a giant like him.”
Takeomi
“No daddy I don’t want to go…” Her little backpack was on her shoulders. This was her second day of kindergarten. His daughter didn’t have the best day yesterday. She tried her best to meet some friends but when she would try to speak she began to stutter when nothing came from her mouth she took off in the other direction in the classroom.
Takeomi felt bad for how her first day went. He should have listened to his wife and should have put her into a head start program to help with her social skills but he thought she was too little and being a first-time dad all he wanted to do was protect her and just knowing her parents would always be there for her. Now letting her get her own wings was a challenge. His hands gently were on her shoulders. “I know it’s tough but you can’t give up…. Daddy wants you to try for him. Can you do that for me?” He calmly spoke to her.
She took a moment to respond with a slight nod. He had a relieved smile. He reached into his coat pocket “Since you're staying today I have something for you that can help.” Pulling out small bracelets with charms on them. “I went to the store last night and I asked the lady I needed a special bracelet to help give little princesses confidence. She found this… Look, it has all your favorite things on it too.” He began wrapping the bracelet around her wrist. Going to the jewelry store last night as a gift for her starting kindergarten. Something special for her and if she knows it’s supposed to help with her shyness she could feel a little more relaxed when making new friends.
“Will it help me? ” She blinked a few times looking at her dad.
“Mmhmmm,” they heard the bell ring “alright princess I will be here to pick you up after school.” Giving her a big hug. “ I love you.”
“I love you too.” Kissing her cheek. He watched her enter the school and she disappeared around the corner where he class was.
Chifuyu
It was his day off and he told his wife to enjoy herself for a few hours while he kept an eye on his munchkin. He was trying to feed Peke J when he couldn’t find him. Calling for him no response. He was looking everywhere for him and nowhere to be seen. The last place he checked was his daughter's room. Her door was slightly cracked open when he could hear his daughter's voice. “Down by the bay~~~ where the watermelons grow~~~ back to my home~~~`” he could hear the cute melody coming from his 4-year-old who was in her room singing. He could see on her bed Peke J, he had one eye open as he watched his little owner enjoying herself. “Have you ever seen a fly wearing a tie? Down by the bay~”
He hasn’t heard his daughter sing like this before. She would copy a few words from the song but it will only be spoken softly by her. Hearing her sing the full song brought a smile to his face. Peke J notices the presence at the door picking his head up meowing. His daughter stopped singing and he was busted. “papa?” she called out. When he finally opened the door the familiar pair of green eyes that resembled his looked back at him.
“Hey sweetie, I was looking for Peke J. It was time for him to eat.” Chifuyu smiled. “I happen to hear you singing.” he smiled. “It was cute.”
She was bashful as she looked down at the ground, her hands were behind her back “you liked it?”
“Of course! You have the sweetest voice I ever heard. You got that from your mama. I know it's not from me. Do you mind if you will sing for me?”
Her eyes lit up, nodding. “Mhmm.”
“Promise?” he crouched down holding his pinky out to her.
“Promise.” her little pinky wrapped around his.
Baji
During his final year of residency, he was exhausted. Knowing this would be a big step in his career and for his family as well. Stressful years in school were going to pay off. His shift at his vet hospital ended. Making his way to his home knowing it was late his daughter could be asleep. Entering his home that was silent. ‘They are asleep.’ he thought to himself.
He got out of his clothes into something more comfortable, he walked into his daughter’s room, the small night light by her bed was on and she had a stuffed white cat she was holding onto. He sat on the edge of the bed. He had been so busy he hadn’t had a lot of time with his favorite girl. Brushing her hair back and kissing her temple. Her daughter shifted her little hand rubbing her eyes as they slowly peaked open “Sorry I woke you.” he whispered.
She let out a yawn. “I told mommy I wanted to wait for you, but I fell asleep.” She looked up at her dad. She missed her dad and knew when he had some time when he wasn’t doing his residency he needed rest. “Imissedyou.” she mumbled quietly.
Baji noticed how his daughter held onto the stuffed cat as she buried her face into the top of its head. “I missed you too kiddo.” he looked at the drawing that was on her nightstand and picking it up he could see three figures “Did you do this?”
She nodded her head “It’s f-for you Daddy.” snuggling into her stuffed kitty cat.
“ I have to add this to my collection of fine art, thanx kiddo” he looked at the photo then he found himself yawning. His daughter could see a tired look in his eyes. She scooted in her bed and Baji noticed she was making room for him to lie down. He was too exhausted to get to his room and he gladly accepted cuddling with his baby. “You wouldn’t mind if I crashed with you huh.”
“I-I don’t mind.”
At times Baji forgot how big she was getting he still remembered her being a newborn who was the side of her forarm. Brushing her dark bangs out of her face. It didn’t take long for his daughter's eyes to become heavy; she didn’t fight her sleep. Baji looked down to see the smile on his baby’s face as she was asleep cozy next to him. His eyes finally gave out as he hit a deep slumber.
Mikey
The father-daughter dance was today and Mikey was ready to go. He had the corsage to match his daughter's dress. When he first heard about the dance his daughter was excited she would be taking her dad with her, but the closer it got she became a bit more nervous. There were going to be a lot of dads with their daughters there. “Love, we are going to be late.” he knocked on her door.
When his 5 year old opened the door she saw him in the pretty red dress she picked out last week from the store. His daughter didn’t get his personality at all. No matter how hard he tried to help her out breaking the shyness she retracted back more. There were people she was able to talk to that she was comfortable with but others she was mute. Mikey smiled, “I sure do make one hell of a cute kid, you are gorgeous my little princess.”
He could see her face glowing red as it matched her dress color. “I um uh thank you dad,” she was a bit jittery with the compliment from her dad. Opening the container of the red corsage and placing it on her tiny hand.
“Am I going to get to dance with my gorgeous date?” Mikey asked, taking her hand.
“Ca-can you teach me ?” She began following her father to the car. She really didn’t know how to dance.
“Of course. Anything for you princess.” He buckled her seat belt and he began to drive towards the school.
Shinichiro
Shin could see the frustration in his daughter's face. She was trying to fix her toy that came apart. Trying to clasp them back together when they kept coming apart. She let out a low sigh. “Do you need help, cupcake?” Shin asked, catching his daughter's attention.
“It’s okay daddy I got it.” Her concentration was still focused on the toy. Shin could see how to fix the toy he began making his way . “No-No daddy, it's okay.” She looked up at him and he took a seat next to her on the floor. She became a bit more nervous; she wanted to do this for herself instead of going to ask her dad all the time. Shinichiro always loves helping her out. When he is in the shop he would ask her to help him pass him the tools he would need to fix a bike.
“Daddy is just gonna watch kay?” he patted her shoulder. He continued to watch her tweak it but it wasn’t working. A frown came to her lips she had to admit to defeat this time. “It's okay sweetheart. Take a deep breath.” He guided her through the deep breath and saw her relax after. “Turn this piece around.” He pointed to the left side of the toy. Following her fathers instructions she managed to place the piece properly in. “ you did it!” Shinichiro saw the look on her face she was biting her inner cheeks looking at the toy. “What’s wrong?”
“I wanted to figure it out myself.” She looked over at her dad then back down. “But i couldn’t.”
“It’s okay to ask for help, I know you want to do it yourself but sometimes we need help and I will always be there to help you.” Rubbing her back.
She gave a small smile nodding at her smiling dads face. She reached for one of her other toys “ do you want to play with me?” In her other hand she one of her toys
“Of course!”
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I've GOT YOU i have been thinking about this a ton: girl finding out what bf wakasa does (gang stuff) and he has to either come clean, get rid of her, or die on the spot and he has no idea which one to do lmao but he eventually comes clean
Come clean
content: angst + mention of a gün + talks of unaliving + fluff at the end + wakasa loves you a lot.
fem!reader
thank you anon for requesting this, you’re a real one mwah, hope this lived up to what you’ve thought about.
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He hesitates a lot. He even talked to Takeomi and he was no help. “Gaslight her into thinking she’s been dreaming about this stuff. It’s not like dreams come true.” Wakasa had to give him a hit on the head for that remark.
Once on the way to your apartment, he gets a message from you asking if he’s really involved in the criminal world and associates with gangsters. Wakasa could feel his entire body almost melt down as he pulls to the side of the road and his hands is starting to sweat. His heart pounds faster against his ribcage.
He grabs his gun from the car drawer and puts it firmly inside his jeans, just close enough for him to grab it. And he grabs a small box and sees a pill in there. And he takes that as well and puts it in the front pocket of his shirt. Then he started driving towards you after sending a message to you. ‘I’m on the way.’
While there, at the front door of your apartment, in your hallway and he sees you. You’re wearing shorts and his shirt that is a little too big for you. He could almost feel himself go into shock, his hearts beating fast and you see his eyes moving everywhere on you. You take a step towards him but stop when he pulls out his gun and has it by its side.
“Ushi?” You call out his name, softly but there’s a hint of fear in your voice. Wakasa shakes his head as looks at you, he can’t do this to you. No he can’t. “Why do you have a gun?” Why’s your voice so close? He didn’t realize you approached him closer and he feels his gun get pulled. He looks down and sees your hand on his, with the gun in it.
“It’s gang code isn’t it?” You have a sad smile plastered on your lips. He knows you figured it out. He can’t see you like this. Not with a sad smile. He’s supposed to make you happy, just the way you make him happy. He shakes his head again and pulls away the gun from your hold. He sees you gulp down and take a deep breath. “Gang code to kill anyone who finds out your work expertise?” You let out a dry laugh at the end. Work expertise, how ironic.
“Is it gang code, ushi?” You ask again and he hesitates before nodding his head. “Either that or I kill myself.” At that, your breath hitches.
“With this.” And you softly gasp when he pulls out a pill from his pocket in his hand and shows it to you. And Wakasa hates himself. Tears are welling up in your eyes. He can’t do this to you. He can’t put this weapon on your face and pull the trigger or on himself. He hurts you either way, no matter what choice.
“So gang code says either one of us has to die.” You remark, as if you’re trying to take the words in.
“There’s one more.” Wakasa speaks up.
“One more like you have to threaten me with murdering people I love? That’s so gang code, isn’t it?” You’re in shock as you say that with an another dry chuckle. Wakasa almost flinches at that. He can’t bear to listen you laugh like that, it’s not you. It’s not your pretty laugh he loves to hear. A laugh he do anything to hear.
“It is one of them but there’s one more.” He says and you almost groan. “And that is?” You retort back, wanting him to speak up, feeling like he’s dancing around the subject when he is in fact isn’t.
“I come clean.” Is all he says and you actually laugh this time. Genuinely. A real laugh and Wakasa wants to beat himself even more.
“Which one are you choosing then? Well, clearly you’ve chosen the last one. Just asking if you’re gonna do any of the first ones you mentioned as well.” You say while shrugging your shoulders, feeling numb.
“I’m only picking the last one.” He says softly as he meets your eyes and you look at him baffled.
“And I’m supposed to believe that when you have that in your hands?” You ask, baffled while pointing at the weapon in his hand. He looks down and almost dropped it before he places it on the table in the hallway.
“The guns not loaded.” He confesses and your eyes widens at his words. “Even if it was, I wouldn’t be able to do it. If I did, I’d just pull the trigger on myself.” He softly take a step towards you and grasps onto your hands softly. You look down at it, like it’s something unknown.
“The thought of you losing you would kill me.” His voice is shaking and you feel his hand on yours shake as well.
“So you are a criminal? A gangster, specifically.” He nods his head to your question. “Did you come here to kill me?” He shakes his head.
“Did you come here to kill yourself then?” And at that he nods his head. “Partly, but I came here to be honest with you.” He says truthfully and you nod your head in acknowledgment.
“Have you been honest with me about everything else other than your job?” He nods his head and grasps your other hand.
“About everything. This is the only thing I lied to you about and hid from you, but I really do work with motorcycles and cars.” He answers and you nod your head again.
“So you do really love me, huh?” You softly laugh and Wakasa feels his eyes get wet.
“I’ve always loved you, baby. From the moment I saw you, I’ve loved you.” This time he gently holds your face in his hands and he sees you softly lean into his touch. He leans in towards your face and brushes your nose against his.
“You could’ve told me you were a gangster.” You mumble and Wakasa smiles sadly.
“Would you still be with me then if you knew?” He asks and you giggle. “Do you see me running away now?” And at that, Wakasa lets out a soft chuckle.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I really am.” He voices again. He will always apologize to you and make it up to you. Every day of his life.
“I know you are. And don’t you dare take that pill.” You utter sternly and he nods his head as he places his forehead against yours.
“And I love you too, ushi.” You mumble gently, feeling shy for no reason. You feel him trace your cheek with the tip of his nose, to the juncture of your nose and then his lips softly press down on your cheeks, on the corner of your lips before finally pressing down on your lips. He feels you let out a soft gasp into the kiss as you move your hands up his neck to softly grasp your fingers through his hair. He absolutely loves it when you do that.
The kiss is gentle and soft, your lips moves against his in no hurry. Like he won’t leave you or you won’t leave him. His heart pounds against his chest, heart beating for you. You have his entire soul and heart in your hand and his only consists of you.
You break away from the kiss, breathless, as he continues to caress your skin with his gentle kisses. He pressed down against your jaw, to your pulse point continuing to your soft spot behind your ear. You let out a soft content sigh when you feel him kiss you there.
“I love you so much, baby.” He mumbles against your skin as he moves further down to where your neck and shoulder meets. He places one last kiss there before facing you. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of you saying that.” You say in a teasing tone and he chuckles a little.
“And I won’t ever get tired of telling you I love you.” He stated softly but truthfully.
“Next time, tell me everything, okay ushi?” You tell him, sternly as he nods before he places his forehead against yours.
“Everything.” He enunciated before he taking your lips in another kiss.
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should write more for him ugh
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High School Makeout Session ~ *Wakasa Imaushi*
Summary: You have a prank for Wakasa and you think it's a good one! However, he thinks you're going to splash him with water or put a spider in his hair or something... which is not going to happen at all!
Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 876
Warning: sexual innuendos, a spider joke
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“Alright close your eyes and don’t move.”
Wakasa looked at you skeptically. “What are you playing at?”
You rolled your eyes. “Just trust me. It’s nothing bad!”
“That’s what you said last time and then you dumped a bucket of ice water on me.” He shot back. “I am not falling for this again.”
“C’mon Wakasa! Please? I promise I won’t trick you!” You made an X over your heart as you added, “I cross my heart and everything! Trust me just this once, please?”
With a growl, he closed his eyes tight. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you again. If you dump another bucket of ice water on me again, I will personally end you. And then I’ll have Shinichiro hide your body, or something. And if you did something worse, like, out a spider in my hair, I’d make Mikey hunt you for sport!”
“You’d really have your dumb friend hide my body, when we both know he could forget where he put it? Or you’d have his little obnoxious brother kill me when you can do it yourself? Yeah, that sounds like your greatest plan ever.” You rolled your eyes. While you knew he could kill you with one punch, you thought he was going a little overboard for one little prank. Besides, why would he drag Mikey into this? He had his own things to worry about.
“Yes, I would! What kind of maniac puts a spider in someone’s hair?” One of his eyes shot open. “Oh my God. You were actually going to put a spider in my hair…”
“I WAS NOT GOING TO PUT A SPIDER IN YOUR HAIR!” You hollered. “I had something much nicer in store for you, but now I’m not sure I want to give it to you anymore. You’re accusing me of doing horrible, heinous things and you’re threatening to kill me. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. You might order a hit on me no matter what I do for you.”
He sighed dramatically before closing his eyes again. “Fine, just do it. Whatever you were going to do, get it over with already. Then we’ll see if I have to call Mikey-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed a kiss to his lips. Wakasa responded immediately, deeping it for only a brief second before you pulled away. He was about to start whining again when you kissed his cheek. And then his other cheek and his forehead. You peppered him in kisses, making sure every inch of his face was kissed.
When you finished, you went back to his lips and let him kiss you just as deeply as he wanted to earlier. After all the kisses you gave him, he was quick to return the favor. Kissing your cheeks and nose, he went back to attacking your lips with his. You hummed against his lips as he pulled you close by wrapping his arms around your waist. You then gasped as he nipped at your bottom lip, which allowed his tongue into your mouth. Now the two of you were full on making out.
If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed he was thinking this was better than a spider in his hair.
As the two of you continued making out, you let your hands slip up his shirt. Shivering at your contact, Wakasa let his thumbs slip under the waistband of your pants and rub circles on your hips. You gasped again, making him smile into the kiss, which was becoming more and more sensual. If the two of you didn’t stop soon, you were going to take this high school makeout session one step further…
“EW! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Shinichiro shouted, causing you to jump back so far, you fell off the couch you were sitting on.
“Ow.” You winced, rubbing your butt.
Shinichro just groaned. “Serves you right for sucking your boyfriend’s face in public.”
“WE’RE AT THE BIKE SHOP!”
“A PUBLIC SPACE IN THE SHOP!” He shot back.
Wakasa snickered. “Not really. It’s the back garage. Only employees and their booty calls get to see this part of the shop.”
You shot a furious glare at your boyfriend. “You did NOT just call me a booty call!”
“I- oh c’mon baby!” He whined, pulling you back on his lap. “You know you mean more to me than that.”
“I better.” You smirked and pecked his nose.
Shinichiro made a strangled sound before he said, “Now I have to go bleach my eyes. Be glad Mikey didn’t see that. He would have been traumatized!”
“He’s not a kid, Shin!” Wakasa shot back, hugging you tight.
Shinichiro just rolled his eyes before leaving the back garage. You glanced at your boyfriend before sighing and nuzzling closer to his chest. “I’m fine if we just stay like this forever. This is nice.”
“Well I’m not.” He muttered before throwing you over his shoulder. “We are going to restart that cheesy high school movie makeout session in my room, where no one is allowed in until I’m done with you.”
“Better make it worth my time, pretty boy. Especially since you called me a booty call.”
“I DIDN’T MEAN IT I SWEAR!”
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Hi Mati! I have a request :)
Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)
Thanks!
TR Boys who ballet
Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu
Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU
Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)
A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.
Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!
Sano Manjiro / Mikey
He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.
But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.
You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).
When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.
You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭
Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.
But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.
If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.
When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.
If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers
Haitani Rindou
I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)
We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)
Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.
He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.
And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.
You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.
Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.
Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.
Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him.
They learned a thing or two about ballet too.
Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.
He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.
Imaushi Wakasa
Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)
Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.
He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.
This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.
When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.
Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.
And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.
When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.
Inui Seishu
Another beauty and grace.
Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.
He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.
You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.
Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.
Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.
When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.
If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.
When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.
These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.
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unholy :: tokyo revengers oneshot
author’s note: so - it’s finally here. my three some collab piece for @/sweetbbyshion collab. time to remove another notch off the wip list so I can add another!
warnings: sano shinichiro x afab!reader x imaushi wakasa, nsfw, smut, reader is identified as female (they/them pronouns used), threesome, explicit sexual content, explicit language, slut shaming, name calling, hair pulling, spanking, choking, blowjob, throat fucking/face fucking, edging (m!receiving), unprotected sex, breeding, meandom!waka, switch!shin, throat bulge, throat fucking, swallowing, overestimation, reader is mentioned exotic dancer, casual/hookup relationship with wakasa mentioned, smoking mention
collab: sunday spitroast by @sweetbbyshion
“F-fuck.”
Panting, Shinichiro’s dark gaze fell on the sinful sight in front of him. His hips bucked forward, earning a desperate whine from you as you felt his cock move further into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair before gripping your tresses, tugging you further down his length. Your tearful gaze met him as another whine vibrated against his cock. You could tell he was almost spent… You managed to pull away, gulping air before your eyes darkened.
“Not yet,” you told him.
A shaky breath fell from Shinichiro’s lips as his fingers moved through his damp hair. “Y-You can’t just-!”
Shushing him, your hands moved back to his erection, stroking him as your tongue moved from the base to his leaky top. Shinichiro practically winced at the stimulation as he tried to keep his hips from bucking. It felt as though this edging had been going on for hours.
“They’re great, right?”
Shinichiro felt his face burn as he opened one eye to catch his best friend standing behind you. “Waka… what the fuck?”
“What?” he drawled. “You can’t hog one of my booty calls all to yourself.” He paused for a moment before playfully smacking your ass. “On your knees, princess.”
A giggle bubbled from your throat as you sat up on your knees before playfully wiggling your bottom for him. The metal from his belt unclasped before you heard his pants hitting the floor.
“That’s it,” he teased. “Pay attention to my friend, princess.”
It was hard to recall when the lines between being Wakasa’s favorite exotic dancer and booty call at two am began to blur. You were far from his only “one”, but you had to admit - you did enjoy all the attention you received. Especially when Wakasa would offer your body up to his closest friends. Shinichiro, being your newfound favorite…
Your tongue ran along the tip of Shinichiro’s erection, earning a groan to rumble from his chest. “Shin,” you cooed. “You sound so pretty. Do you like this?”
His face flushed once again as you took his length into your mouth again. “Y-yes,” he managed to say in between pants.
Moaning, you swirl your tongue around his girth before feeling Wakasa's hardened length begin to push into your dripping core thanks to the constant edging of Wakasa’s innocent friend. You could tell by how flustered he was, he didn’t get around much (not only that but Wakasa had told you the horror stories of Shinichiro’s constant rejections).
“Look up,” Wakasa ordered as his hand gathered your hair into his grip before tugging your hair back. “Show him those pretty eyes - it’ll help him cum.”
A whine escaped your throat, causing another groan to escape from Shinichiro. You looked up at him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. His breathing was becoming erratic before shyly looked back at you. His hips stuttered for a moment before thrusting further into your throat, earning a gag. You steadied your hands against his hips as Wakasa began to thrust into you.
“That’s it,” Wakasa grunted as his pace quickened. “Fucking look at what a slutty girl we got Shin. Fuck… she clenches every time you fucking moan.”
You managed to whine, embarrassed by Wakasa's words as you continued to look up at Shinichiro, wishing he would stop holding back.
“Oh come on man,” Wakasa groaned. “Fuck their face already. They’re begging you. Look at’em!”
He was right.
It was hard to admit with Shinichiro’s cock in your mouth, but Wakasa knew your body better than anyone. And he could tell, you wanted Shinichiro. A strangled whine tumbled from your throat as your grip on Shinichiro’s hips tightened. You were begging, almost pleading now. While you knew Shinichiro was fairly inexperienced with sex. But, you knew from personal experience with men that a bit of edging seemed to flip a switch in their brain, but you just hadn’t reached that peak yet. It seemed Wakasa had other plans to move things along a bit faster.
“Fuck.”
It wasn’t Wakasa’s voice.
Shinichiro grabbed Wakasa’s hand, tossing it away earning a chuckle from his best friend as his thrusts into you quickened again. Instead, Shinichiro’s hand found its place tangled in your locks again before forcing you to look up at him. Your body shuddered from the delicious mix of pain and pleasure from his sudden dominant energy. He pushed his cock further into your mouth before his other hand moved to your throat, encircling just enough as he pushed his length just enough to feel it under his grip.
“Right there,” Shinichiro growled. “Can you feel me right there?”
A desperate cry of pleasure vibrated against his cock before he pulled out just enough before unleashed a mind-numbing pace.
“About fucking time you joined in, dumbass,” Wakasa countered before slapping your ass again. The tip of Wakasa’s cock began to hit your g-spot causing the tears in the corner of your eyes to start falling down your cheeks while Shinichiro's pace quickened.
Twirling your tongue around Shinichiro’s cock, your eyes rolled back while pleasure began to wash over your body. You were nearing your breaking point as Wakasa struck your ass again, sensing your walls clenching around him.
“What a dirty slut you are,” he growled. “Gonna cum all over my cock already? You like my friend shoving his cock down your throat huh? Fucking slut. Fucking tell’em Shin. Tell’em what a slut they are.”
Shinichiro's breathing at this point was erratic as his gaze never broke away from yours this entire time. His climax was coming closer - he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He thought, why did you have to be so cute?
“Fuck baby,” he groaned in between pants. “I’m so close… I-I-”
Wakasa bucked into you harder. “Spit it out!”
Shinichiro shot his friend a frustrated glare before his gaze softened when he returned his attention to you. “I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he managed to finally say. “Don’t swallow until I say.”
Your eyes widened as you felt heat creeping up the back of your neck. But you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding, wanting anything more than to make him happy. Shinichiro’s hips stuttered again before he grunted and shot his cum into your mouth. Whining, you forced yourself not to swallow until he let you.
“…nnngh-show me…”
Your mouth fell open as Shinichiro took in the lewd sight of his cum pooled on your tongue.
“Swallow…”
Immediately, you followed his order before your body finally succumbed to the growing pleasure inside of you. The coil snapped in your gut before you cried out as pleasure washed over your body.
“Fuck!” Wakasa growled as he felt you clench around him again from your orgasm. His hips slammed into you one last time before releasing inside you with a grunt. Overwhelmed with exhaustion, you collapsed onto the floor, panting.
Wakasa smirked as he watched his seed start to leak out of you before glancing up at Shinichiro. “Want to go again?” He asked. “This time I’ll let you fuck’em.”
“…let’s give them a break first.”
Wakasa scoffed. “Fucking fine. You’re no fun.”
He rolled his eyes. “Dumbass. They’re almost passed out.”
“Oh please,” he snorted. “I’ve fucked them right to-”
“I get it jackass.”
Wakasa merely smirked before picking you up and laying you on the couch and throwing a blanket over your body to rest. He glanced at his friend over his shoulder. “Wanna go for a smoke then?”
“Fuck yes.”
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WAKASA IMAUSHI : shopping, darling.
WAKASA and you were on a date, matching earrings, shoes and basically themes. Both of you were wearing purple shaded clothes, whether it be your tucked in silk shirt or your fluffy lilac shoes to his big dark purple jacket and his purple hat it clearly gives away “were taken by each other” vibes.
Soon both of you reached your destination, a festival park you’ve had your eyes on ever since it has opened. There were various foods and eye-catching accessories scattered around the big area. You dragged him along each and every stall, your hands ending up pretty full from the keychains and phonecases, pins, hats, socks basically every cute pastel colored thing you caught your eyes on, you got.
And who was Wakasa to refuse? Surely he didn’t pay for everything knowing how much of a brat you were, but seeing how the money in your wallet lessened quickly, it upsets him honestly. He wasn’t someone to talk about it though, he hands you money and at first you stare at him in confusion, but then you realized he wanted to pay for the item.
It went over for the next five stalls until you decided to keep the price tag away so he won’t get to peak on it and pay, and so, you silently bought it. “Why’re ya hiding it from me, i wanna see what y’re buying, darling” Wakasa chuckled, eyebrow raised in confusion with your sudden action.
“I dont want you paying for everything kasa, your presence alone is enough” You chuckled lightly as he scratched the back of his neck, showing that he was indeed flustered.
“Hmm okay then, whatever y’want” In the end he agreed anyways, he’ll just fill up your wallet while your fast asleep on the bed from the exhaustion of roaming around the whole park for hours.
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little side story: after you got home you did sleep right after falling into bed, giving him the chance to slip in a few thousands into it, its as if you never spent on yourself either way.
shinichiro called at that night, asking wakasa for some cash and he only replied with “im broke” after giving you all his cash, not like he doesnt have more in his bank account though.
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Imaushi Wakasa x gn!Reader: Before the Sunrise
Genre: Fluff
Character: Imaushi Wakasa, timeline not specified
Warnings: none, but it’s a bit suggestive if you squint. semi-proofread!! its just me wanting to wake up next to my bb Waka (❁´◡`❁)
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Grays and Blues danced around the chilly room, gracefully moving to the sound of light snores coming from your boyfriend. Your eyes took a few seconds to clear up and to finally register the calmness surrounding the pseudo heaven.
You then found yourself scooting closer to your lover’s form, relishing in the small moment until you both have to start the day.
“You’re not planning on leaving the bed so early, right?” Wakasa’s morning voice filled the room, caressing your ears as his hands pulled you closer in a tight embrace. Your frame was squished against him, your face in his neck while he kisses your temple, his legs tangling with a familiar pair.
“Of course not, Bubba.” You say, hands snaking around his face. You heard him hum, shifting your bodies. Now he was above you, face in your neck with his lips leaving small kisses from your jawline down to collarbones.
“Liar,” Wakasa whispers, earning him a giggle. “What a fucking week. Wanna lay here with you the whole day instead.”
“Bubba, it’s only Tuesday.”
“Exactly.”
You only chuckled at his grumbles. He had always been a grumpy person; never liking mornings unless he was going out to break a few jaws and bones. You even have to haul him out of bed on most occasions, always reminding him that he shouldn't leave Benkei running the place all by himself.
“He can handle all that shit, don’t worry about ‘im.” he’d always retort while clinging onto you.
“Stop thinking, bubby. The gears in your head are too damn loud.” He said. His lips are still on your neck before resuming littering it with small bites and butterfly kisses. You can feel him softly kneading your arms as you found yourself weaving through his locks.
You have always found Wakasa so ethereal; Lazy lilac eyes holding millions of galaxies in each one, blond and purple locks envied by the finest of silks, body trained to rival any god yet contains the warmth of a thousand sun. But your favorite must be his lips — so feverish like an aphrodisiac, while his hands must have copied Michelangelo’s for all the work he’s done on your body.
By the time your train of thoughts finally ceased, Wakasa was already hovering above you. His lips lazily met yours in a loving embrace as his hands encased yours. He groans, the wanton need to pull you closer has one of his hands on your head as he deepened the kiss.
The sheets have been tossed aside, but the warmth of your hands on his body had him shivering in delight. He bit your lower lip when he felt your nails grazing on his chest, asking for your tongue to a tango. He hums when you let him, hands now on your waist while yours rested on his shoulders.
“Love you so much.” Wakasa whispers against your lips before placing a few pecks, clearly amused that you can’t even say ‘love you too’ without interruptions.
He then sighs as he caged you again in his arms. He found solace during times like this; you always had the power to calm down his storms.
He loves you so; you who always made sure he was safe, you who always drops everything just so you can hide him from the cruel world, you who never judged him as he picked up his broken pieces and made himself whole, allowing you to strengthen the foundations later on.
Wakasa adores you. He loves you so; he can’t imagine not waking up next to you. He thinks he’d die if you were to not give him his medicine of hugs and kisses like the drama queen that he is. He loved the way you built a huge fire from his hard and cold exterior, not once letting him feel like he was alone behind closed doors. He loved the way he can be vulnerable and let you hold him whenever he’d think of what if’s and his best friend whom you’ll never have the honor of meeting.
Wakasa loves you so, and hell be damned if he ever stopped.
“What’d you want for breakfast, bubba?” you hum against his chest, unaware of the smirk growing on his face.
“What about you, me, in this bed, until the sunrise?”
“… Fine,” Was all he needed to place you underneath him and start attacking you with kisses.
God, do you love early mornings like this.
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whatever she wants ♡.
your boyfie luvs spoiling you with his money! and he doesn't care if he maxes out his credit card just by spending money on the stuff that you want to buy. he just wants to see his pretty girl happy, that's all. his love language is gift giving, so why not show his love to you by showering you with designer bags and red bottoms?
you're always whining about how he shouldn't give you this many stuff, even if it wasn't a special occasion. but he insists, who is going to stop him?
need your nails done? check, appointment is already made. you're craving oysters? the reservation is booked. want to be on the highest floor of a five-star hotel in singapore? prepare for the breathtaking view baby. your birkin bag is getting old? the order is at your doorstep. need a new tiffany and co bracelet? get in the car and lets buy you a new one.
honestly he knows every clothing brand that you like because he has a list of your wants and needs. whenever you say something like "this sundress is cute." or "these tory burch sandals would go with this, yeah?" he would instantly take note of it and buy it for you the next day. this man is tiring, but you absolutely adore him. not because of his money, but because of the way he treats you.
he treats you with full on royalty, as if you were his queen, in which, you already are. so, you can't help but give him your thanks to him for doing all these things.
"f-fuck baby, is this your thanks f'me..?" he dryly chuckles, slenders fingers slipping through your well styled hair, to which it was ruined by how tight he's gripping your fucking scalp. ouchie.
you nodded eagerly, sucking him off like your life depended on it. moans vibrated against his cock, letting his body jolt in absolute pleasure. he threw his head back, letting you have your way on his cock as it snuggles deep down your warm and tight throat. he can't help but buck his hips upwards into your throat, a stifled moan bubbling through his gritted teeth. a sweat rolls down his forehead, eyebrows knit together as he looks down at the gorgeous view of you being between his legs and sucking his cock to oblivion.
"ye'r such a slut y'know t-that . . . shit-" he hissed in pleasure, inhaling sharply before letting out a groan. your thighs rubbed together, trying to reach out for some friction for yourself while you gave your precious boyfriend a blow job. he lets out a string of curses and praises, murmuring something about how he's going to ruin your pussy after this, and it only turned you on further, feeling a wet patch on your victoria secret thong.
suddenly, you withdrew from his cock, watching a thin string of spit connect from his cock and to your glossy lips. you looked up at him teary-eyed, your plump lips turning into a small "o" shape as you let out shallow breaths. "what's wrong baby? dick t'much to take down ye'r throat?" he mocks, looking down at you with a sneer. how mean.
" 's okay sugar, daddy's gotcha . . . now c'mere," he pants, his pointer and ring finger beckoning you to crawl up his lap, and so you did. as you got yourself situated and comfortable on his lap, his cock occasionally rubbing against your soaked panties that was desperate to be fucked like a useless glory hole. his hands move under your skirt, pulling down the thong away as it revealed your hungry pussy to his eyes. it was glistening with your slick, and he was definitely going to have a field day with this slip 'n slide.
"you're so wet f'me, and all jus' by suckin' my dick." he chuckles, gripping your hips firmly and lifting it up with a subtle movement, just enough to feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your puffy 'n needy clit. you let out a short gasp, taking a hold on his shoulders as you looked down at the lewd scenery below you. "aht, aht sugar . . . look at me," he gently slaps your ass, bringing back your attention to him and looking at him directly. he murmurs a low "thereee we go." before sliding you down his cock, a high-pitched yelp eliciting from your lips.
his cock slides in further, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. you're now basically cockdrunk, and he hasn't done anything to make you be in this position yet. you babbled how he's "too big" and that "you're full" but he could only watch in awe. "shh, shh, look how soaked your pussy is . . . look at how easy it just slides in, aand out." he huffs, moving your hips with ease as the base of his cock slips in and out of your pussy, erupting a lewd squelch.
"now c'mon baby, show me how really thankful you are f'me . . ." his hands now let go of your hips, making you fully sit down on his cock as your pussy warms it up. your lips tug a small pout, his hands being placed behind his head as he raised a brow. his expression already spoke volumes on what he was going to say, so you tried your best to lift up your shaky hips and thighs as you worked your way into riding his cock.
let's just say he had to do most of the work later on :(
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nonsensical questions — you must answer! tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen.
⤹ list ﹕ s. shinichiro + i. wakasa | f. toji + r. sukuna.
being a father means your child is either gonna humble you or throw questions only the divine can answer.
+ extra. for toji's part megumi's an older brother 😝
SHINICHIRO SANO — “well...!”
“daddy, if the sun went boom what would you do?”
curiousity is a child's best friend. when his son asks a question, the boy will not stop until he gets his answer.
curiousity, on the other hand, is not a father's best friend. shinichiro's more experienced than his five-year-old, he's had his fair share of ‘curiousity killed the cat’ moments.
as if shaping the mangoes into star-shaped pieces wasn't enough for him, he just had to spice it up with a triple question-mark (???) question and his cute actions.
the little one, or as shinichiro calls him, mini shini, was the one who introduced the question. he stretched out both arms and drew an imaginary circle in the air to reenact the sun going “boom!”
a sweat-bead trickles down shinichiro's neck. he swallows hard. if he dares to answer the question wrong, it'll only result in a challenging battle to make him eat the fruit. he ponders on the question, what would he do if the sun truly went boom?
die? no, that's too intense.
stop it? a power he wish he had.
tell the sun “don't do that!”? sounds like a perfect answer.
shinichiro places the star-shaped cutter down, lifting the boy onto the countertop. stabbing one of the many mango pieces with the child's fork, he imitates the sound of an airplane, swirling the fork in a bee-line before it lands in his son's mouth.
the action sends the younger one into a fit of giggles. he happily chews on the fruit, kicking his dangling feet back-and-forth.
“and as for your question,” shinichiro begins, “i'll tell the sun to not go boom-boom before it booms.”
he ends the sentence with a smile, gearing up the fork for another airplane run.
his son, however, doesn't return the excitement. instead, he tilts his head, slows the pace of his kicking, and questions his father, “but the sun is all the way up there. you're down here. how would that work?”
shinichiro smiles ear-to-ear, finding the genuine curiousity of his son amusing. he uses his free hand to ruffle the boy's hair, feeding him the fruit as he speaks, “because i'm your dad!”
WAKASA IMAUSHI — “realistically speaking–”
the backyard, wakasa, his toddler, a bucket of pink paint with a paintbrush, and a kid-sized vanity. it's finally daddy-daughter playtime and his little girl is energized and ready! after her well deserved nap, she's been more bouncy than ever. her steps have little jumps to it, her now messy pigtails still bounce with her, and her painted palms are evidence of the happiness.
as soon as the toddler woke up, she stared into nothingness to regain her senses. then, she immediately made it her mission to run to her dad.
“papa! papa!” was the only word heard throughout the hallways alongside her footsteps. it didn't take her any longer than a minute to find her father situated on the hammock outside.
she stopped in her tracks halfway there, raising a finger up to her mouth. it's an action she does whenever she's making a decision. wakasa looks peaceful; should she go to him or go back? of course, she goes to her dad!
when she arrived next to him, she stood on the tip of her toes to see inside the hammock. there he is, peaceful with his eyes closed. the slumber — or whatever he's doing — doesn't last for long. his newly found father instincts have been tickled and tingled. he sensed the presence of his daughter.
wakasa opened his eyes, greeting his daughter with a soft smile and lifting her onto him.
“slept well?” he asked, running his hand on top of her head in attempts to smoothen the stray hair strands.
“mhm, i did!” she nods.
“me too, princess,” he mumbles, yawning after the sentence.
the two sit in silence, enjoying the perfect weather.
toddlers aren't experts at sitting for too long. soon, she got bored and jumped off her dad's lap.
“papa, can i have a unicorn?” she pouts, patting her hands on his arm.
wakasa coughs. he accidentally choked on his saliva after hearing such a question. unicorns aren't real, and he's not going to rent a horse. it's not the same — his baby would be disappointed!
“an’ i want it to paint my table pink!” she disrupts his thoughts, adding another sentence to her previous one.
“i'm sorry princess. i can't get you a unicorn, but i can paint your table pink,” he breaks the news to her, immediately following up with a suggestion. although the unicorn won't be in the equation, the pink table will, and that's more than enough for her!
and that's the reason as to why they're surrounding her vanity with a bucket of pink paint. wakasa took his time to drag the vanity out, and his princess took her time to bring the paintbrush!
channeling his inner painter skills, he got to work as soon as she brought the brush. a little swish and swash of the brush and her vanity was eighty-percent finished. even though she lacked a brush, it didn't stop her from dipping her hands into the paint and using that as her brush. a bit of a mess, but nothing will ever get in between daddy-daughter time!
TOJI FUSHIGURO — “*lost the war and the battle*”
toji experienced more in emotions today than he's ever had in his entire life. whether it's the five stages of grief or exhaustion, he felt it all. his three-year-old daughter made sure to run her father's pockets and his mind dry. what was supposed to be a monthly home restocking run ended up being an expensive whatever-fits-in-the-cart-daddy-buys-it run. megumi got himself two lego sets, and the baby girl got herself a dollhouse.
don't be fooled; it's not just any regular dollhouse. it's a walk-in, spacious, pastel pink and white with purple accents dollhouse. toji knew the moment she stopped in her tracks with her mouth agape his card would end up maxed out.
he gulped, hoping that she doesn't turn around to him. during toji's younger days, if he didn't want to deal with something he'd pretend he doesn't see it. if he can't see it, the problem does not exist. but now, he's a father — he has duties!
as the younger sister by four years, megumi's bound to do as his sister says. the seven-year-old boy made sure to be his sister's knight the very minute she came into the world. he was in love, a little jealous, and absolutely adored her. if she wanted that dollhouse, he'd back her up!
“daddy—”
“not today, princess. not today.”
not today? such words are nonexistent in her world. something must be wrong with her father. she turns around, walking up to him with her arms stretched out. toji follows suit, bending over to lift her.
she squints at him, he pretends to not notice, megumi busies himself with his toy car while imitating the sounds of a sports car.
“i wan’ the dolly house!” she pouts, using one hand to repeatedly pat on his chest and the other pointing at the dollhouse in view.
“you can't have it today,” he explains, shooting her a small smile that has a double meaning.
again, she doesn't get it. once a child is confused, they begin using a word they won't stop using.
“why?”
“'cause i said so.”
“why?” she tilts her head.
“not today, sweetie,” he tilts his head.
“but why?” she raises an eyebrow.
toji begins to feel the stress creeping in, “because—”
“i can put my toys back if it's too much,” megumi intervenes, he's been watching them for a minute now. he, too, wants the dollhouse, but he won't say that! it's not in line with his knight image.
“no, meg'. leave it in there,” he rejects his son's offer. toji's been strong on letting megumi know he mustn't sacrifice his wants for others... and it'll be unfair if he had to put his toys back.
this almost set the three-year-old off — she wants that dollhouse! seeing that megumi's toys fit in the trolley, maybe she can break down the dollhouse and fit it in the trolley too.
“daddy, break the dolly house ‘nd put it in the trolley!” she increases the pace of the hand patting on his chest. she had a bright idea and she's going to stick to it.
toji goes silent. the idea isn't the smartest, but he felt his proud dad senses tingle. his second baby had a suggestion! an actual one! and she didn't use “why” this time!
giving in he walked towards to house, still against it but what can he do in the faces of his children? they're his weakness. he didn't win this time, but he'll win next time. this counts as the fifty-seventh lost.
SUKUNA RYOMEN — “apparently i do not have rights.”
“papa, let's play dress up.”
sukuna doesn't know if he's offended or proud. instead of a question, he was met with a statement. there weren't any greetings, any hugs, just nothing but a statement. she walked in with business! slowly, but surely, she's showing signs that she's taking after him and he's never been more proud.
however, such proudness doesn't mean he's going to twinkle and sprinkle. he's a man and will continue to look like it — not.
who told sukuna he had freedom of speech? what made him think his little carbon copy wasn't going to drag him? with her two hands securing their grip on his wrist, she walked backwards to her room. the only time sukuna accepts defeat is when he's face-to-face with her. he's a gun, but she's a bomb. it is evident that he's overpowered by her.
the moment he entered her room, he was met with instant sparkles and positivity. he knew he was about to be princess-fied and there's unfortunately nothing that can be done.
she sits him down on her stool. then, she grabs her tiara, standing on her tiptoes to place it on his hair. she gathers her toy makeup and her glitter-included perfume. sukuna's right eye twitches; he can feel the items laughing at him.
“it's makeup time!” she announces, opening the palette of six bright colours.
she dabs her finger in the purple eyeshadow. making sure there's enough pigment, she swipes it over on to his eyelids. one layer done, another to go. this time she goes in with blue just below his eyebrows. satisfied with the eyeshadow, she goes in with white in the middle to blend the colours. a perfect mix!
the next step is the blush. she whips out the blush, using three fingers to apply it this time. she repeats until she's satisfied with the amount. sukuna's cheeks are as rosy as a rose!
the last item is the lipgloss. it's also his most dreaded one. he despises the way the lipgloss feels on his lips — it's far too sticky for his liking! he'd rather use oil. in sad attempts to soften the stickyness, sukuna licks his lips.
she squeezes the tube until the gloss overflows. it's just the right amount to apply on and over his lips. her hands are a little shaky, but she's still a good makeup artist!
sukuna has now been princess-fied. due to his behaviour at her studio, she gives him a star sticker.
“papa, you're pretty now!” she compliments, clapping her hands at her creation.
sukuna took the compliment another way. was he not pretty before? did that mean she found him visually troubled? maybe she doesn't — kids are honest people, and she doesn't know how to lie yet.
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Stress
~♡ Wakasa Imaushi x afab!reader
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Thinking about Wakasa coming home stressed after a fight. He's bloody and bruised. He doesn't say anything, just grabs your wrist and drags you to the bedroom just to push you on the bed and start lapping at your cunt for his own pleasure while rutting against the mattress. Fingers thred through his hair, pulling him against you. It's almost suffocating. He has you cumming so fast it feels like seconds. Trying to wiggle away he grabs your hips to hold you in place as he groans against your abused cunt.
The heels of your feet dig into his back as you whine and pull on his hair. He has you so fucked out you don't know if you're trying to get him to stop or to go faster. His fingers leave bruises on your thighs from the hold he has trying to keep them open. Back arching off the mattress and you moan his name in what he thinks is the most lewd sound he's ever heard. Eyes rolling back from pleasure as you bite your lip drawing blood trying to quiet your moans. You swear nothing has ever felt this good and he swears he's never tasted anything sweeter. He continued rutting into the mattress trying to get any friction he can trying to relieve the ache between his legs while licking and moaning against your soaked cunt until you're on the brink of tears from overstimulation.
He has you cumming for the nth time and shows no sign of stopping. Whining Trying to shut your legs and push his head away just for him to slap your cunt and shoving his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on while saying "shut up and let me enjoy my meal" as he buries his head between your legs again.
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ACCIDENTALLY SEEING YOU NAKED
: ̗̀➛ summary: 1st gen bd walking in on you changing
character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi
warnings: female reader, nsfw, nudity, second-hand embarrassment (lol)
wc: 0.8k
a/n: i haven’t written anything overly nsfw in a while so have this ig, i'm currently working on a few longer posts but writer’s block has been kicking my ass😭
: ̗̀➛ shinichiro
shin knew that you were in your room and wanted to ask you something, but he made the mistake of forgetting to knock on your door and decided to just walk in without any warning. he stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees you, the sight of your naked body making him lose his ability to both speak and think, and he immediately forgets what he was even going to ask you in the first place. he tries not to stare, he really does, but with you being the first woman he had seen like this, at least in person, he just can't help himself as his eyes begin tracing along every dip and curve of your body. shin can feel his pants getting tighter as he continues to look you up and down, and it isn't until you tell him to get out that he snaps back into reality, realising that he's been staring at you for way too long. he starts apologising profusely before turning around to leave your room, only to hit his head on the doorframe on the way out. shin never really saw you as anything more than a friend before, but he finds himself unable to look at you the same way again, especially after all the dreams he's had about you since.
: ̗̀➛ wakasa
waka doesn't even think about the fact you might be changing, opening your door and casually walking into your room without bothering to knock first. he isn't prepared for the sight in front of him, his eyes instantly landing on your bare figure and he can't help but smirk in amusement as he watches you attempt to cover yourself with your hands. waka might tease you about it a little, suggesting that you did this on purpose and how it was like you wanted him to walk in on you since you didn't even bother to lock the door, and if you weren't in such a vulnerable position you'd honestly want to slap him. of course he’ll leave as soon as you ask him to, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable after all, although he can't help but find himself stealing one last glance at your body before he closes the door. he's had a thing for you for so long now, having imagined what you might look like underneath your clothes countless times before, but none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. waka can't stop picturing your body underneath his, imagining all the things he wants to do to you.
: ̗̀➛ takeomi
omi will roll his eyes and sigh, acting like this entire situation is somehow your fault despite the fact he was the one who walked in on you. he scoffs at you when you tell him to get out, abruptly turning around because he knows he'll be tempted to look at you otherwise, and he doesn't want you figuring out just how much of an effect you have on him. not to mention he can feel his face getting hot and refuses to let you see the blush spreading across his cheeks, knowing that you’ll never let him live it down. omi snidely tells you that there are locks for a reason and you should learn how to use them, before shutting the door behind him just a little too loudly. despite having been around countless naked women before, he's actually super embarrassed by the whole situation and he feels like an idiot for entering your room without knocking. he holds the bridge of his nose between two fingers as thoughts of your body occupy his mind, and he mentally curses at you for making him feel this way. omi can't get that image out of his head for weeks, jacking off to the thought of you more times than he'd like to admit.
: ̗̀➛ keizo
benkei is very respectful of your privacy, so it's unlikely that he would come into your room without knocking or asking for permission to enter first. however, for the sake of this scenario let's just say that this time you didn't hear him, and so he assumed it was okay to come in since he didn't hear you say otherwise. he’s very flustered upon seeing you undressed but manages to keep his composure, refusing to let his eyes wander as he averts his gaze elsewhere, uttering a small sorry and gently shutting the door again. benkei is so quiet about it that you probably wouldn't have even known he'd walked in on you if you weren't paying attention. he’ll apologise to you properly about it later, saying how sorry he is and that what he did was a complete accident. he's so sincere that of course you forgive him, telling him that the both of you can just forget it ever happened, to which he agrees. but what you don't know is that benkei finds himself getting bricked up to the thought of your body later, and he knows seeing you like that just made trying to get over his crush on you a hundred times more difficult.
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TR Men: Spanking them 18+
Ft: Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Ran, Chifuyu, Smiley, Wakasa, and Rindou
TW: ass slapping, suggestive language, and themes.
Resident: @enchantedforest-network
A/N: Am I the only one that wants to spank their asses?!?! Nah I know there are a few that would love to give them a nice spank. Maybe they would give you one in return teehee~.
Wakasa
Minding his own business the man who owns the gym has some strong cheeks.. buns of steel to be exact. Just one good swat on the butt that was all he was fine with the first time it happened but as it happened throughout the day it became a bit annoying to him. It didn’t sting or hurt him; he just let you play on till the gym became empty. As you were helping him put the equipment up. Swiftly coming from behind without even using all his strength, hand opening widening his fingers making direct contact with your ass. It made you yelp, feeling the stinging warm sensation on your ass cheek. “One spank was okay, two was pushing, three you were gonna get one in return babe,” he spoke so smoothly he had a slight stinging sensation in his hand. “But I do love the sound of my hand making contact with your ass... Even sounds better without the leggings.”
Chifuyu
Chifuyu was checking inventory in the pet shop when you passed by. He didn’t think anything until he felt your hand make contact with his ass. He looked up from his clipboard and looked at you as you casually went to grab something on the other side of the stock room. Turning around seeing the smile on your face caused him to slightly blush. “Must you keep doing that?” bashfully said as you got closer he turned around making sure you were doing it again. You had told him in the past he just has a smackable ass. Making sure when you left he was able to finish work. He was constantly having his eye on you during the whole day. You would know when his guard was down not paying attention to anyone. When he would least expect it he would feel another spank.
Hanma
He doesn’t mind it, he treats it almost like a game throughout the day. Who can get the most ass slaps? “Oh come on babe just admit you're gonna lose again today.” He cockily spoke. You refused to let him win this round. It was going to be your day. It was a back-and-forth as the day went on. He would get one and you would get one but with his wide range and agility, he managed to maneuver having you miss his ass. Thinking he secured his win for the day his arms wrapped around you. “Told ya I would win again.” flashing a grin down at you. You had a bit of a pout on your face, not wanting to admit your defeat to his gloating face. But this would be a perfect opportunity to get one nice one on his ass. When you spanked his ass he didn’t flinch he just laughed “damn babe with this close range you think your smacks would be a bit more harder.” he spoke in a taunting voice before his hands laid a good smack on yours.
Rindou
The man was working out. He was in his own zone having his headphones on and listening to music while he was doing his weightlifting. The man had some fitting shorts on when he would bend down and grab a weight you could see his glutes nice against his shorts. You weren't even working out, it never occurred to you to give his butt a little swat before. You had to wait for the right time. Once he dropped one of his weights and before went to pick another one up you would have an opportunity. Counting his reps as he was getting closer to almost his set. Rindou thought you were going to get some weights that were next to him. He bent over getting ready to grab a heavier one but he stopped as soon as he felt something smack on his ass. He got up quickly looking at you pulling down his headphones “What the hell was that for ?!” he looked at you with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. He didn’t know how to react to that for a moment.
Ran
“Oh, kinky are we?” Ran spoke in a playful tone. Of course, your ass taps were more of getting his attention. It signaled him to give you his full undivided attention. His mesmerizing eyes fixated on you, and his hands were in his pockets. The sound of his footsteps coming closer as there was no gap between you both. His hand snaking around your waist, his hand relaxing against your ass. “You have my full undivided attention, my dear. What is it that you desire?” you felt the firm squeeze of his hand grasping onto your ass. You felt yourself becoming more pressed against him. “I’m waiting.” he cooed softly as you brought his head closer to yours.
Taiju
You were having a brat moment and he was your tamer every single time. But being more bratty than usual when he told you he was going to throw you over his shoulder he meant it. Your abdomen was on his shoulder as he began walking with you. You insisted he put you down, you were moving around a lot. You felt a spank on your ass from him “Stop it now.” He spoke in a stern tone. You puffed your cheeks out. Looking down at his backside, your arms were able to give him a taste of his own medicine. You thought you slapped some type of stone... It hurt you more than it hurt him. Just when you felt the sting in your hand you felt another slap on your ass. “Knock it off already. You must like when I tap your ass like that you keep acting bratty more when I do it. ”
Draken
You were only able to spank him one time. It only took one time for him to notice when you were trying to spank him again.“What has gotten into you about wanting to slap my ass?” he caught your hand before it made contact with his ass. He didn't let go of your hand. He waited for a response from you. When finally coming clean about the reason why it was to prove Mikey you were able to spank his ass instead of him always spanking you. He looked across the room to see Mikey with a smirk. Draken closes his eyes for a moment and sighs “You need to stop trying to prove things to him. He is not the one who is going to have to deal with me later on tonight, it's you.”
Smiley
It's an open field day when you spank his ass. He is the one who always loves giving you a nice spank then grabs a handful of your ass. So it would take him a moment to process when he feels the small tap on his ass. Then question himself ‘Did they just do that?’ when he makes eye contact with you a devilish grin appears. Now he is hunting you down like a predator with his prey. “Ohhhh you wanna play. Let’s play.” the chuckled company by the grin. He is chasing you around the house wanting to leave a nice handprint on your supple bottom. Nahoa would finally catch you and just the spanking on your ass would turn him on leading to another event that will make you not want to get up in the morning.
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✃ Hug me! Kiss me!
Morning After With Various Tokyo Revengers Men
Drabbles
Warnings - Explicit/Non-Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Consumption
18+ Minors DNI
·GN Reader·
·Request·
·A/N- I have a beefy Wakasa smut in the works·
・❥・ Masterlist
⪧ Hanma Shuji
Groggily you rubbed at the corners of your irritated eyes, the make-up you had forgotten to remove in the heat of the moment coming back to bite you in the ass. Once you had fished a rouge eyelash from your eye a loud groan beside you dragged you harshly back to reality. Head jerking from side to side wildly you let out an equally loud groan to the man beside you once you realized who you had spent a drunken night with. The giddy little laugh leaving the man as a hand branded with 'Sin' curled around your waist tugging you down onto his lean chest. Your own eyes narrowed as they came face to face with Hanma Shuji, a man you had once been adamant on never sleeping with or more importantly never befriending. Alas though it would seem that when the two of you were drunk all walls and barriers were broken, nothing but debris under the two of you as your bodies intertwined in lustful intimacy. Though the large hand firmly settling on the top of your head as the menace to society tried to push you down towards his cock and away from the morning cuddle broke any illusion you may have been conjuring. Reaching a hand out you grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it harshly.
"You ruined the moment Shuji!"
All you received was a cackle and a rather wet kiss to your forehead as he laid back on his bed. Your head dropped back onto his chest and when the rapid beat of his nervous heart met your ear, the idea of spending more time like this with Hanma Shuji wasn't as bad as it had seemed yesterday before your night out.
⪧ Haitani Rindou
Sleepily rubbing your face against the back of your lover you curled your arms more tugging him into your front, chin hooking on his shoulder as a whispered morning greeting left your lips. The hand sliding down his lean chest met no resistance as he lazily threw a leg backwards to wedge it between your own, contorting his body at a slightly concerning angle. Though any concern you could have had brewing over his weird angle dissipated as he squirmed to face you lilac locks covering part of his face as those bored eyes you adored gazed back into your lovestruck ones.
With you missing several bets, due to gawking, Rindou took the initiative and snaked his own hand down to grope at your hips using it as leverage to shove you down slightly slotting his thigh harshly between your legs. The muscle of his long leg flexing as he bumped it into your sex again, hand moving from your waist to grope at your thighs as he fucked you against his leg. You should have expected this Rindou was never the most patient man around he always took the initiative whenever you took too long or were teasing him, but it still left your head spinning and moans spilling from your lips as you sleepily careened towards an orgasm. Hands greedily grasping at his back as you tried to anchor yourself to reality while your hips squirmed desperately chasing the release you desperately desired. Though just as you tipped over the edge and came against Rindou's thigh you were harshly jerked back to reality when he tugged his leg back from your sex and rolled away from you. A breathy chuckle leaving him as he stretched and grabbed his phone, side eyeing you as your flustered expression turned curious.
"Did someone call?"
Waving a hand dismissively he tossed his phone towards you, "Nah, Ran accidentally sent a picture of him getting head to a group chat."
And thus your morning escapade was forgotten as you and Rindou gossiped over the accidental message.
⪧ Wakasa Imaushi
It was no secret you found Wakasa intoxicating, after all you had found yourself limping from his flat on more then on occasion. It was practically a weekly occurrence at this point both of you repeatedly seeking one another out to get lost in blissful pleasure. What was odd though was the long arms and legs wrapping around your body preventing you from slithering from the warmth of Wakasa's bed. It made your heartache as you tried desperately to detach him from you, worried he would halt your ambiguous relationship for fear he had caught feelings. Just as you had successfully freed your legs you felt a shiver rush down your spin as warm breath tickled your neck and a deep raspy morning voice curled around your ear, the arms firmly wrapped beneath your chest tugging you closer to Wakasa's lean chest.
"I know you caught feelings too, so stop pretending and let me hold you."
It was odd and slightly jarring to hear him speak so causally about that topic as if he was completely certain you returned his feelings. You did return them, but the fact he blatantly called you out while the lingering sting of his hips bashing into your own still brewed between your thighs was almost nauseating. Though while shame warmed your insides you didn't need to be told twice as you relaxed into his hold, fingers curling into his blonde and purple locks as he shifted forward to plant a kiss on your neck.
⪧ Haitani Ran
As Ran stirred from his borderline coma like slumber he jerked back the duvet covering him as a smug grin settled on his face. Tucking a hand behind his head as he leaned back acting like he hadn't been momentarily panicking forgetting he had given you clearance to do as you please even if he's asleep. With you mouth full of his cock you couldn't tease him or call the man out so you settled for quirking an eyebrow and fixing an unimpressed gaze his way. As one of his large hands moved down to caress your face settling in to rub at your scalp as he gently guided you further down his length, his hips jerking upwards as a groan left him when you gagged harshly from him hitting the entrance to your throat. Eyes having slipped shut to focus on wedging him as far into your throat, despite the odd angle, as you could you hadn't noticed him taking out his phone. Nor had you noticed him flexing his stomach as he posed and held his arm above his head to take a picture. You did notice how ever when the flash went off, bright colours splotching across your eyelids just moments before you tugged off his cock. Finger curling around his spit soaked cock lazily rubbing at it you rested your cheek against his thigh, "Is that for you or. . . ?"
"I'm going to send it to Sanzu if that's alright with you."
The only response you gave was a hum as you moved to mouth at the side of his cock. Getting lost in your own cock drunk world you didn't notice Ran panicking until he smacked your head which caused you to jerk into a sitting position as you glared at him.
"I accidentally sent it to a group chat."
It is safe to say Ran did not even get pity sex for several days, he did however get a big bruise on his thigh from where you socked him out of shock and irritation more than anger.
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Wakasa canon needy boyfriend HEHEHE 💖💖💖 he needs attention always !
[ NEEDY ] IMAUSHI WAKASA.
“waka, please,” you sigh tiredly, but wakasa can hear the smile in your voice—he can even feel it as your lips press against his forehead in a gentle kiss. but he doesn’t let the soft touch of your lips bribe him into letting go, however. instead, he’s shifting more weight to press onto you as his face hides in the crook of your neck, pulling an exasperated groan out of you as you glare down at him.
“no,” he mumbles, latching onto your body tighter, “stay.”
“i can’t.”
“yes you can.”
“i need to get up,” you huff, “i’ll be late for work—again.”
“then be late. just tell them you had important things to do.”
“cuddling in the morning isn’t important—”
“that’s rude,” he interrupts, pouting into your neck as his hands squeeze your hips, “it’s important to me.”
you can’t help but roll your eyes, can’t help but purse your lips as you look down at the mess of hair under your chin as wakasa tucks himself into you. it’s a losing battle every morning—a constant back and forth that you know you’re powerless to win.
at first, imaushi wakasa seems like a distant guy. he seems like someone you’d get lucky to even hold hands with, someone who keeps his space and maintains his composure. at least, that’s what you used to think. it doesn’t take long after dating to realize he’s quite the opposite—that he’s clingy in the mornings, that he needs far too many kisses throughout the day to be normal, that he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, that he can’t sleep without you playing with his hair at night.
it’s funny at first, it’s cute and makes you just a little giddy that a renowned gang member is as needy as he is around you—but sometimes, like right now for example, it’s just a little inconvenient too.
“wakasa, you have to let go—”
“don’t wanna,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and planting it over his head. you sigh—and yet, you’re tangling your fingers into his long tresses and scratching at his scalp. and really, you hate to admit it, but maybe it’s not entirely his fault that he’s as spoiled as he is—you never seem to really be able to fight against him, giving him exactly what he wants no matter how many times you tell yourself not to.
“you’re so damn needy,” you mumble, slowly rubbing circles into his back as he sighs happily. you eye the clock wearily, watching as the seconds tick by and the minute hand moves slowly but surely until you’re late—just like you are every morning with him.
“no ‘m not,” he murmurs—and then his head tilts up and his lips tug into a tiny pout as you pull your hand away from his head. “why’d you stop?”
“see?” you snort, pinching his nose affectionately, “very needy.”
your hand moves to cup his face, rubbing a thumb over the swell of his cheek. and there’s something satisfying about seeing someone like him pout as he presses his face deeper into your palm, something that makes your chest swell fondly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, something that makes him that much more human. sometimes, you almost don’t think it’s the same person—the man you’ve watched punch noses in can’t be the one sprawled over your body right now, can’t be the one who whines for five more minutes of cuddles in the mornings as you’re running late for work.
“can’t you just call in sick,” he grunts, plopping his head onto your chest, staring up at you as he props himself up on his chin.
“no,” you roll your eyes, “you ask me this every morning. the answer is still the same.”
“if you loved me you would,” he grumbles, glaring at you as you poke his curled lips with a giggle.
“don’t i love you when i run late every morning for your extra cuddles?”
“hardly.”
“you’re ungrateful,” you flick his forehead, chuckling as he clicks his teeth and swats your hand away, “i risk my job for you every damn morning.”
“you don’t need it,” he insists, “i’ll take care of you, and you stay with me in the mornings. it’s a win-win, see?”
“i don’t think being stuck under you is a win—”
“oh yeah?” he grins, making your heart skip a beat, “but you never seem to complain when you’re under me,” he says cheekily.
and he’s unfair—looking up at you in that handsome way he does, throwing you that lopsided smirk with a strand of hair loosely hanging across his face. you tuck it behind his ear, trailing your thumb along his cheeks and across his nose, tracing over his lips and under the crinkles of his eyes.
for a moment, you think maybe wakasa isn’t the only one who’s needy—you think maybe you need him just as badly as he needs you too.
“waka,” you groan, throwing him a dirty look as he snickers. “i really have to get up—”
“just five more minutes,” he pleads, flopping back onto your chest and snuggling against you, tucking his head under your chin. and when you kiss his forehead, he’s sure he’s won—just like always.
“you said that like twenty minutes ago,” you raise a brow.
“this time for real,” he mumbles.
it’s a lie—you know it as well as he does, but you don’t think it’s a morning without imaushi wakasa clinging to your body until you’re more than a little late.
so with a fond smile and a roll of your eyes, you wrap your arms around him as you kiss the top of his head, pulling the blanket over his body as he sighs in content.
“you’re a liar,” you snort, shaking your head as he smiles victoriously into your shirt.
gray omg u get me sobsob he’s so baby CRIES 🥲
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Chapter 7: Swallow the Sun
Former Gang Leader Darling AU (Red Dragonflies)
Red Dragonflies Masterlist | Masterlist | Ao3 Link for the Sane
The silence that filled the room was palpable, in every sense of the word. It weighed heavy on your shoulders, the air thick and heavy with every breath becoming harder and harder to take, the tension that clogged your lungs almost as if it was an invisible viscous liquid dripping from the ceiling and slowly filling the room. You never liked the feeling that crept like an eerie fog up your legs despite having gotten well acquainted with it by now; just the life of a negotiator you supposed, more so when the parties involved tend to be hot-headed and overly-excitable delinquent gang leaders faced with difficult decisions.
Time felt like it had come to a crawl as the world held its breath. It was an unusually quiet afternoon for the city of Shinagawa, the usual hum of traffic buzzing down the nearby downtown area noticeably missing from the background hum. Even the wind that rattled the clear windows lining one wall just prior to the Black Dragons’ arrival had faded away into a cloudless sky, leaving just the uncaring sun watching on mercilessly. But you didn’t rush, didn’t try to hurry the other party who seemed to have frozen in place, Taiju simply wordlessly staring you down with those beastly yellow eyes, the lack of emotions on his face a heart-racing sight for a lesser delinquent, while Inupi and Koko flanking him were outright gaping at you with their shock worn on their sleeves.
The calm before the storm. You understood what you were asking - no, demanding - from them. Well aware of the implication and the loaded threat that your words carried, it wasn't an if but a when and how the Black Dragons were going to be merged into your own gang, whether they wanted it to happen or not. Yet, despite the seemingly sudden nature of this meeting with Taiju, you knew that this had been really a long time coming. All these years you had watched silently from the sidelines as Shinichiro’s gang was ran into the ground by unworthy leaders, its name and reputation tainted and soiled; this was simply the final straw, and no longer were you going to let his good name be sullied any more: at least you could hold your head high and say that you upheld your oath. Quashing down the surging memories of the equally horrid direction that Izana had led the gang down during his time at the head of the Black Dragons, you turned your attention back to the painful, painful waiting: not that you didn’t want to think of the underground smuggling ring or the crime-for-hire that your former lover ran, but it wasn’t an issue to solve at this point.
The oppressive stillness seemed to stretch on, each passing second amplifying the sense of anticipation, as if the room itself were counting down to the inevitable release and the coming explosion. And oh how you hated to wait - the unpredictability of what was to come was like daggers in your skin. There was truly nothing worse than being caught off guard; you had learnt that lesson the hard way multiple times before. At least even in these turbulent minutes you mused, you could count on the rhythmic sound of Furusawa’s heavy breathing from behind you to keep you grounded as you waited, a reassurance that your best friend was there to back you up regardless of how this nasty business turned out.
In an instance, the momentary tranquility shattered, and reality came crashing back down. “What the fuck did you just say?!” His words came out almost like a hiss as Taiju leaned forward, open palm slamming down onto the abused coffee table that separated you and him, the vein on his forehead seemingly throbbing more than usual as the blue-haired boy gritted his teeth.
Pulling yourself out from your thoughts, you leveled your gaze at the gang leader who sat from across you, turning your full attention back to the present. This wasn’t the right time to be nostalgic about the past or ponder the future. “Should I repeat myself?” You raised one questioning eyebrow. No, it was time to play.
“You’re taking me as a fool? Huh?!” He sneered, teeth bared. “Merge my gang under yours? This a fucking game to you, little girl?”
The taunt failed to rile you up enough, even if the strong emphasis on the Black Dragons being his did send a flash of irritation through your chest. No, the gang had never been his. It was Shinichiro’s and Takeomi’s, Wakasa’s and Benkei’s. Taiju was simply another steward for their legendary legacy, just like Izzy had been. Not his. A quick glance at Inupi and you saw the same turmoil in those blue eyes, but you swallowed the rising annoyance. You had worse thrown your way before. “Surely you can’t be suggesting something so vile, Taiju-san,” Bending over slightly to lightly pick your full cup off of the coffee table, you continued, your voice as even as the color of a cloudless midday sky. “I have never messed around in meetings, and never will. This is serious business.”
His tiger eyes seemed to glimmer and glint from the sunlight that filtered through the large window panes, as if simply waiting for a chance to tear into you. To eat you alive. “Then what the fuck are you trying to say?”
You sighed, unimpressed with the lack of tact on show. You didn’t fear the newest of the Black Dragon Presidents, not in the slightest, but you could at least empathize with his poor victims; this man left little room for negotiation for those who lived in his shadow. Fortunately, you did not. “I’m sure you understood me perfectly fine, Taiju-san.” Leaning back onto your chair and taking a sip of your tea, you continued to meet his infuriated stare from the brim of your cup with barely a blink. Deciding that this little dance was going nowhere, you forged ahead. “You must have heard of the brewing storm coming your way.”
Taiju didn’t seem the least bit phased. “You mean that 8th Generation Black Dragon leader? Izana?” Scoffing, the blue-haired boy flicked his hand nonchalantly, as if waving off the fly he thought Izana would be. “Won’t be the slightest issue, dealing with that rat.”
You hummed, a low, single-toned haunting note. “I wouldn’t be too sure. Izana’s a lot stronger than he looks.” A fact that you knew firsthand and all too well - even you wouldn’t be able to take him down alone, with or without the handicaps he would give you.
Silence fell over the room once again, those shaking, balled-up fists told you everything you needed to know. Consumed by anger and preferring to speak with his fists, you noted to yourself, and you wondered if you would have gotten further along if you had just let Furu at him from the start. Maybe you should now in fact - this particular meeting of leaders is coming along much rougher than you had hoped, and your precious free time was slowly but surely ticking down the drain. Yes, it was indeed time to instigate, even if you did risk another human-sized hole in your walls. Pulling yourself back up, placing your cup gingerly back down at the coffee table with a clink as porcelain met porcelain. “What I have been trying to say is,” you leaned forward, head cocked slightly to the side as a small taunting smile began to pull at your lips. “The Black Dragons are far too important to me to let you lose.”
And that was all it took.
Inupi had been looking forward to meeting you again for a very long time. He hadn’t been sure if he would ever be given the opportunity to do so, after everything that had gone down two years ago and you had evaporated into thin air after abruptly retiring, but now here you were. You looked so similar from when he had last seen you standing side by side with Izana, sans the physical growth, you had barely changed - but the weariness in your eyes. The sheer exhaustion that tainted your once lively eyes, it seemed to have only increased and intensified as the years went by; there was no doubt even with all he had witnessed in his life, those eyes had already experienced so much more. An old soul trapped in a young body was what you were, though it wasn’t hard for the Black Dragon member to remember the times that you had away from such heavy gang duties or the times you had spent with your now ex-boyfriend; the times when your eyes would light up as if fireworks against the dark winter sky, and your youth would come rushing back into that gaze like an water out of an opened dam.
Even this infamous meeting room brought back memories; its plush carpet always kept in tiptop condition, the eternal dance of the cranes across the walls, and the homely, worn wooden coffee table that was the centerpiece of the room. After all, the former Black Dragon Vice Captain had once spent hours within these four walls, locked at attention while watching over meetings where you and Izana poured over gang matters and strategies. Not too different from what was happening now, Inupi supposed, crystal blue eyes sliding to glance at the head of alternating blue and white hair that now occupied the sofa opposite of you.
But you always had this presence about you; not those heavy types like Taiju’s, one that commanded fear and attention. No, you had a different type of draw; you brought a sense of closure. An unyielding, constant pressure that meetings in your presence, be it in a room or on the battlefield, will one way or another be brought to a close, with the type of ending they get being left up to your unfortunate victims to decide.
The stoic mask the blond-haired delinquent wore threatened to break when your gaze landed on him, and your lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as you greeted him, but through sheer self-control, he had managed to simply acknowledge your attention. Now standing in your presence once more, Inupi could only wish it was you that he had approached for help with reviving the Black Dragons - the gang would have greatly benefited from a calm and experienced hand at the helm if you hadn’t upped and vanished immediately after you resigned from your beloved Reds.
And it only grew clearer and clearer that mistakes had been made as the meeting dragged on. Hearing you all but order Taiju into giving up the Black Dragons to you was the straw that broke the camel’s back, a gut punch that Inupi struggled to keep his face straight through; the reason they were here was because of his failure. There was no doubt that a lifelong delinquent like Izana’s former right-hand man had not heard the rumors swirling around about his old boss, and you being here to rescue his beloved gang from the depths of the pit he had dug them into only served to highlight one fact. Too important to let them - to let him - lose the gang: you were here because of his failure that started all the way back with the end of the Eighth Generation of Black Dragons.
Failure to protest harder against Shion being Izana’s successor, failure to pick a better boss to follow, failure to do better: there was no other way to put it. He had failed Izana, failed Shinichiro, failed the once-pristine legacy of the Black Dragons again and again. Scars and sins that he carried, that he once hoped he could lay bare before you, for the infamous Negotiator to wash it all away; but not like this.
Koko must have noticed the turmoil brewing right under those usually impassive eyes, the financier glancing over in his direction with furrowed eyebrows.
Right as his black-haired friend was about to ask, the entire mood changed, and those almond eyes snapped right back towards the silent, tense standoff that dominated the room. In that moment, the universe felt as if it had collapsed in on Inupi’s gut, the flare of desperate screams to move, to fight, to duck from the back of his head overwhelming each and every one of his senses. But there was no time to react. The sunflower-blond boy wasn't sure what had happened, or who was faster. It was as if both Taiju and Furusawa had moved within the span of a sole heartbeat; a single blink, too fast for him to even catch; and the next thing he knew, his entire view of you was filled by the jarring red of Furusawa’s jacket and the black of his shirt, the draft he generated whipping his jacket backwards. An ominous creak of wood, and Inupi chanced a quick glance upwards - and there, held above your Vice Captain’s head with a sole hand was the other half of your beloved camelback sofa set that Taiju had been sitting on just seconds earlier, its shadow eclipsing the ceiling light around where you sat.
Silence consumed everyone present, as if the room was suddenly emptied of air. Inupi barely dared to breathe should break the temporary peace, blue shaky eyes darting between the brown and pink-haired man and Taiju belied the neutral, unmoved expression Inupi wore. What happened?
Chocolate eyes met yellow ones easily, with neither party willing to back down. The sight of the sofa failing to reach its intended target, however, didn’t seem to be enough of a deterrent to any further rash actions, as Inupi watched the Tenth Generation Black Dragon President reach for the walnut coffee table with the definite intent to hurl that as well, the telltale veins on his forehead throbbing with every heartbeat.
This time though, Furusawa was faster. A loud thud shattered the silence as a steel-toed boot came crashing down, the worn wood beneath letting out a groan at the sudden impact as it was pinned back down firmly to the carpet, a force too strong even for Taiju’s usually imposing strength to overcome. “Wanna take this outside, punk?” The Beast of the Underworld grinned as he leaned forward, that usual friendly, oblivious smile Inupi remembered having turned rather sinister, his sharp canines glinting even under the warm ceiling lights. “I can take you out right now. Makes Boss’ job a lot easier too.”
It was a threat as clear as the sun rising at midnight, and no doubt Furusawa could back it up and come out the other end without missing a breath off; not only was it well know within delinquent circles how monstrous your Vice Captain was, but also how much the man was always itching for a fight. The mere memory of the last fight Inupi had witnessed years ago where this fighting behemoth decided he was bored and decimated an entire gang himself - he would rather avoid that happening to him at all costs. The logo of the white dragonfly neatly embroidered on the breast of Furusawa’s red jacket was as much a threat as it was a reminder for everyone else to thread carefully: this was still the heart of the Red Dragonflies’ territory, and no matter the supposed strength of the latest generation of Black Dragons, you had historically always came out on top. Results speak for themselves.
And for all the ongoings around you, your small figure remained unmoved. Fingers tapping rhythmically on one knee of your neatly crossed legs as your gaze flittered between the four boys with not a single hair out of place; your continued composure in the face of imminent danger was just one of the things that Inupi had always admired about you. That, and the full trust you always had in your right-hand man and Vice Captain Mamoru Furusawa for your safety and security - it wasn’t lost on the seasoned delinquent that you hadn’t flinched the slightest bit at the sofa flying your way, making no moves to avoid the threat, let alone dodge. Even Izana would have reacted back in the day, Inupi mused.
You seemed content in letting this little game play out for a while more, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Perhaps to sate Taiju’s bloodlust, but he was well past done letting Taiju embarrass the Black Dragons and Shinichiro’s good name any further. This was getting way too out of hand.
Taking a step forward was all that was needed to draw the room’s attention to him, but the Black Dragon second-in-command had his focus squarely on his leader, meeting that tiger gaze unhesitantly. “Stop it Taiju, don’t disrespect her.”
The blue-haired boy seemed to have been slightly taken aback by Inupi’s sudden boldness, his jaw dropping slightly at the open contempt on display from his own subordinate. In front of a rival gang leader, no less. It was provoking the sleeping dragon, that was for sure, but there was little else Inupi could think to do in the moment. Or maybe he should have sat back and let Taiju be utterly annihilated by Furusawa? A chanced look at you revealed that unlike Taiju, you weren’t caught off guard, somehow having expected that it would have been Inupi who stepped up, though seemingly disappointed at the same time for reasons beyond him. Had you been hoping for a different outcome? Something more out of him?
But unfortunately, the sunflower-blond delinquent didn’t have much time to consider this line of thinking any further as Taiju’s stunned state didn’t last long, and the historically violent and short-tempered Shiba emerged predictably into a state of utter rage. And as said gang leader turned bodily to face his rebellious subject, Inupi found himself dwarfed once more by the other’s large stature, and the memories of when he had first challenged Taiju in his search for a new Black Dragon leader came flooding back, though he didn’t take a single step back.
Taiju’s words came out as a hiss. “What’s the meaning of this, Inui?” Fist tightening to the point that his knuckles turned white, there was little chance that the boss was anything but furious.
Inupi refused to back down. “You’re not going to win this. Don’t embarrass the gang any further.”
“How dare you?”
This was it, Inupi supposed, mulling over what he had said. With you on the other side of the table this time round, he didn’t suppose he could rely on your intervention, and he wouldn’t count on surviving Taiju’s wrath. Yet much to his surprise, instead of the thrashing he expected, another voice that had stayed silent now interjected before the blue-haired gang leader could make a move. “Lay a hand on him and I’m out,” Koko threatened, his tone pointed as the infamous financier took a step forward, putting himself between the two. A valid threat. After all, there was no way Taiju could afford to run a gang like the Black Dragons without Koko’s legendary finance skills bringing in extra income and jobs.
For all the threats and posturing, the oldest of the Shibas still seemed unmoved, a disparaging curling his lips as he looked between the two. “And then what will you do, Inupi? Run the Black Dragons yourself?” He laughed humorlessly, the mockery clear. The empty smile dropped as he leaned forward, his shadow casting over the two defiant delinquents. “I’ll burn this whole worthless gang down with me.”
Time slowed to an immediate crawl as those fateful words were left floating in the still air, and as if a heavy, wet coat had been suddenly draped over the room, every breath became a challenge to take as the atmosphere itself seemed to press down on them. Unrestrained bloodlust that tainted his senses with the hint of iron led the Black Dragons back to one single, possible source. Furusawa wasn’t the slightest bit affected by the change in mood, his signature beastly grin plastered across his face, but Inupi knew that look of yours, partially hidden behind your right-hand man’s towering figure. Utter, unbridled rage pouring through your cracked facade that had even Koko stagger a step back. “Worthless?” Hatred, pure and plain, oozing from every pore, burning and consuming those tired, kind eyes. It was the first time Inupi had witnessed it with his own eyes after hearing about it from Izana all those years ago; the legendary other half that had tamed even the Eighth Generation Black Dragon leader
Your sheer contempt for the living. “Worthless?” You repeated, the word seemingly inconceivable to you. Your abhorrence of their continued existence.
“So that’s what you were hiding,” Taiju muttered to himself, his yellow eyes sparking with interest.
As soon as it appeared, the immense pressure evaporated back into thin air like it had never been there, the world seemed to sigh as the whirl of the air-condition once more returned to the background. Taking a breath, your face was once more schooled into that familiar calm expression as you relaxed back against the sofa, the tension in your shoulders gone. Picking up your teacup once more for what should be by now a stone-cold cup of tea, you allowed a small smile to lift the corners of your lips, your gaze landed back on a shaken Inupi. “Time is getting on. Furu, return their sofa to them, would you?”
A tch, but the brown and pink-haired man complied, walking round the coffee table to lightly place the sofa back in its place with nay a thud - a surprise, given he had looked ready to fling the object straight back in Taiju’s face. You waved your hand, drawing the three Black Dragon gazes back on you, though it seemed that both gang leaders present were well past the pleasantries. “I’m sure you have other places to be, Shiba-san, so let’s put it this way. One week to join willingly.”
Taiju scoffed, his vibrant red jacket flaring out behind him as he turned to leave without another word, storming past Inupi and Koko and leaving the meeting room door open as he disappeared round the corner. You simply sighed, your gaze landing on a stoic Inupi and an ashen Koko. “Sorry about that, boys,” you smiled, waving Furusawa forward, though your Vice Captain simply handed a letter to Inupi before backing off. “You should probably be on your way too. Stay safe, okay?”
The hefty wooden door shut softly behind the two Black Dragons, though the click still reverberated through the room, ringing in your ears as you sat in the sudden silence, reflecting on all that had occurred in the past hour. Yet in the moment, all your mind could process was: you shouldn’t have lost control like that. You knew descending in such a state of anger was terrible for your mental health, and your nii-san would be so extremely disappointed if you did something unforgivable again.
You could really use a smoke right now.
You abruptly stood, forcing those useless, churning thoughts down and away from your consciousness, startling your long-time best friend out from his own daydreaming process. “How did you think that went, Furu?” Your voice nor expression gave no hint of the uncertainty brewing just below the surface, though you knew there was no hiding your clenched fingers from those eagle eyes, no matter how you positioned them at your side.
But your right-hand man seemed more occupied with thinking of the could-bes, having clearly been intrigued by Taiju’s raw strength, and the lack of a fight breaking out was no doubt the root cost of the dejectedness on his face. “Went pretty well, I guess,” he mumbled, kicking his feet. “No holes in the walls, nothing broken."
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
Furu sighed. “That blue-haired dude looked kinda strong. Could have made a great fight.”
You lightly smacked him in the arm. “Not in my meeting room,” you reminded him, attempting to sound cross but utterly failing to do so. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance though,” you added thoughtfully.
That was enough to perk the Vice Captain up, chocolate eyes glinting with eagerness and hope, as if you had just promised the life of another human being to him as a Christmas present. “Really? You think so?”
But those questions only dredged back up the doubts you had suppressed since the start of the meeting; about the effectiveness of what you did, about what you should have done, about your past and the future of the Black Dragons. Sighing, you slumped backwards into the sofa, the soft backing cushion denting and giving way as you did so. “Most likely, given how that went,” you exhaled, turning your eyes up towards the ceiling once more as you ran one hand through your hair. “If Izzy doesn’t get to them first, that is. One week is a long time.”
A pause, your words lingering in the cool air for a moment. And then you continued. “I don’t know, Furu, I still think I should have just ran with my idea of proposing marriage. Would have saved us a lot of trouble.” Your mind wandered back to your precious Toman friends. Another problem you had no clue where to start, let alone solve. Every passing day spent trying to put out the fires of your past was another day letting your treasured relationship with your boys, with Mikey in particular, deteriorate. What else could you do other than try and make it up to them later?
Your Vice Captain was on you in a second, plucking you off your sofa and out of your thoughts by the back of your jacket before you realized what had happened, and earning a decidedly undelinquent-like eep from you. “Furu! Put me down!” You tried to insist, a 180 degree change from the refined gang leader facade you had donned just minutes earlier, but the much larger man was nonplussed.
"I'll kill him," Furusawa swore, the obliviousness that usually glazed his eyes having given way to a rare serious expression, and the lack of his usual playful lilt was enough to convey the gravity of your words. “I'll kill and eat that motherfucker if you ever say that again.”
You think that you’ve only seen the man so stern once before. Those chocolate eyes seemed intent on boring a hole straight into your soul, you mused, sighing as you threw both hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t mention it again.”
“And you won’t go behind our backs either?”
Touche. “I swear I won’t,” you crossed your heart. “Happy?”
Somewhat pacified, the brown and pink-haired man lowered you carefully back onto your two feet, though his grumpiness hadn’t disappeared completely. "Sometimes I don't think you have anything in there, Boss."
You playfully smacked him. You had, after all, told them what happened with Izzy when you met him against their advice four days earlier, and much to no one’s surprise, the meeting hadn’t gone as planned in the slightest without your usual chaperones present. Even hearing that Izana wanted to wed you immediately and went straight to violence after you refused failed to raise an eyebrow, Hase opting to simply let out a despairing groan while Koji threw up his hands in exasperation. What they said was completely true: you were way too personally involved to make sound decisions when it came to anything related to Izzy, and you shouldn’t have. Yet the lingering doubt refused to let go. "But what if-"
"We will handle it. Like we always do," Furusawa interjected. “You’re not alone.”
The grin you shone at your oldest friend was genuine as you leaned into his side. "Thanks Furu." As usual, your wiser friends were right.
“Anytime, Boss.” A grumble of his stomach broke the peace, and you laughed. Time for lunch with the others.
Across town and just as you first waved the Tenth Generation Black Dragon leader through the ornately carved doors of your famed meeting room, a certain blond-haired time leaper was knee-deep living his most miserable past yet.
“Get up.”
Takemichi barely registered the nudge to his side, too busy ensuring that his chest kept heaving along through the throbbing pain as he struggled to catch his breath. Sprawled spread-eagle across the blood-splattered canvas floor of the fighting ring, it was only the rank, foul odor of sweat, blood and god-only knows what else - soaked up from a filthy past of countless fights and fermented in the summer heat - radiating up that kept him still clinging on to consciousness. Only the dead could sleep through a stink like that. Yet no smell could help with rebooting his shaken brain still rattling around his head from all the throwing around he had just endured.
Unfortunately, Hase didn’t seem as inclined to indulge his self-pity party nor give a second chance, and the next ‘nudge’ was instead a firm kick to his side, enough to roll Takemichi over several times and face first straight into the metal cage that separated this ring of hell from the outside world. “I’m not repeating myself,” came his drawl, followed by the familiar click of a lighter and the stinging smell of cigarette smoke that pierced his nose.
A snort off from the side. “Think you might have killed him,” Jun complained, his tone clearly bored as he lightly smacked his baseball bat against his calf. A pause. “That might be a boon though. Changing the future and all.”
Scratch that, his death wasn’t even an inconvenience. He could cry right now. He really could. Even Mikey didn’t waste his time finding nobodies to beat up for the hell of it. How was it that your brutal, heartless captains were so vastly different from kind, caring you? How is it you hadn’t yet been eaten alive by these monsters in human skin? Were you perhaps as much a monster as them? The mere idea of you staring down at Takemichi like Mikey did, with cold, empty eyes, sent a shiver down his spine, and he pushed the thought to the back of his head. No, there was no way you could hide something so sinister, not how genuine that gaze of yours had been or how sincere you were about your care towards your friends.
Then again, Mikey hasn’t had to shake the truth out from him just yet, and you weren’t particularly interested in digging those secrets out yourself either. Takemichi sighed, resigning himself to his fate. It wasn’t as if he could get his answers at the moment, and so albeit the reluctance and the protests of his body, the blond-haired boy pulled himself up from the well worn tarp, biting back the tears as he somehow managed to twist his bruised self into a sitting position, resting against the crisscrossing bars. Risking what Hase would do to him if he didn’t obey was just one more thing that Takemichi did not want to test - he might actually die if he gets tossed across the ring again.
“I’m up, I’m up,” the time traveler hastily reassured through swollen, bleeding lips, though it was more to convince himself than the other two seasoned gangsters as he carefully shuffled black and blue limbs around in an attempt to make things more comfortable. Dressed in just his sports shorts, he already made for quite the pathetic sight, with clear purple-and-black bruises decorated his upper chest, arms and legs, and this was barely helped by just how scrawny Takemichi looked next to the much taller and well-built Hase.
Hase, himself clothed in a simple shirt and shorts and with bandages wrapped around bare hands and feet, only rolled his eyes at the carefulness in which Takemichi picked himself off the floor, those dull gray eyes glaring down at him with disdain as he brought his cigarette up to his lips for another drag. “Nothing’s broken, stand.”
“But everything hurts,” Takemichi mumbled, the sharp flashes of agony that had rippled through his body from being beaten and thrown around having finally died down to a throb that radiated from his chest with every breath. How was it that he constantly finds himself in these sorts of situations? All he ever wanted to do was to save Hina from her unfortunate, undeserving destiny, was that too much to ask? Well, save Hina, Naoto, Mikey, and the rest of his newfound Toman friends, but still.
It had been a mere four days since you first waltzed into his life and class with a letter from the school principal, looking for him, and two since Jun had crashed his class and dragged him off in front of his teacher and all his classmates by the scruff of his neck, having figured through some unknown means that Takemichi was, in fact, a time leaper. And now, four days on from that fateful day, he hadn't even recovered enough from the beating he got from Hase two days prior before being today’s fresh punching bag. A time traveler of twelve years he was, but even now, Takemichi wished he had the ability to reach back just a single day to warn himself of what was to come.
He had almost forgoed school this morning. A bad gut feel, one that was strong enough to cramp up his stomach, making it near impossible for him to roll out of bed; Takemichi couldn’t recall the last time when his body had protested this much against doing something. He knew he should have listened, stayed at home to rest out the pain. It might have been the air being denser than normal, might have been just a bad snack the previous day, or the fact that he was still recovering from the stomp he received courtesy of your Red Dragonflies’ First Division Captain. Whatever it was, Takemichi should have heeded the warning.
But Hina had promised to go out for tea with him after school if he showed up, and the blond-haired boy just wasn’t strong enough to resist. And so against his better judgment, he went anyway.
The ominous rumbling of his stomach a second foreboding time was hard to ignore as Takemichi slipped through the front door of his homeroom class, cutting it close to being late again just as the bell rang through the empty corridors outside. His homeroom teacher shot him a stink eye as he sat down, but with nothing to hold against him, she let him go. At least for those few precious seconds, the time-traveling delinquent recalled, there was peace in his world. Normality had returned, and maybe he could rest for a bit.
A tug at his sleeve. “Hey, Hanagaki-kun.” Followed by the rustle of a piece of paper being slid between tables. “For you.”
Alas, it was the third and final saving grace that fate had attempted to extend his way; the chance to simply ignore the Red Dragonflies’ gang member of a deskmate he had for the remaining five minutes that this period would last before he could make his getaway, but it was too little too late. Blue eyes slipped to meet Suzuki Hisao’s before Takemichi could stop himself, and the boy mentally kicked himself. “Uh- sure. Thanks Suzuki-kun,” he mumbled back, reaching out to quickly grab the offered note, attempting to slip the piece of paper into his pocket without looking. Perhap he could still get himself out of this mess…
“Aren’t you going to read that? It’s from Hase-san, you know.”
Dammit. Why did his usually sleepy classmate have to be so sharp when it came to this? “I was just going to,” came Takemichi’s weak reply, tinted with obvious despair. There was no avoiding or denying what was written in a surprisingly neat print on the inside of the folded scrap paper: an order to meet back at the “same place” at 11am. The same place? As in that dingy underground fight club where he got beat to an inch of his life? Not only had he been there just a single time and had no recollection how to make his own way back to that hellhole, but 11 in the morning was still class time. How was he supposed to up and leave?
The unvocalized frustration painted on his face must have been misinterpreted by Suzuki, because the unusually enthusiastic boy leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper, envy clear in his tone. “So how did you do it?”
Takemichi startled at the sudden interjection to his thoughts, though fortunately, the drone of his homeroom teacher about one topic or another (he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention) was enough to drown out any sound that escaped his lips. “Sorry?”
“First, Boss comes to seek you out personally, now you’re getting training from Hase-san? Two of the greatest honors. How did you do it?”
Greatest honors? Two? The blond-haired delinquent gave a nervous laugh, eyes shifting away to stare at the ground. Shit. “I-I think there’s been some confusion, a-ahaha…” There was no possible way to break it nicely to the starry-eyed Suzuki that all your Reds wanted with him was to wrangle as much information about the future as they could before discarding his lifeless body. “There’s no training-”
“Hase-san doesn’t train anyone outside of the Wings and his own two Vice Captains,” the Reds’ gang member interjected. “And you’re not even a Red. How’s the training? Are you learning quickly?”
Deciding that he no longer wanted to discuss his upcoming death, Takemichi instead racked his brain for a discussion change. “Uh- Suzuki-kun, don’t you report to Koji-san?”
The awe on his deskmate’s face melted away as the implication of the question set in, giving way to pursed lips and solemn eyes. “Yes, but everyone obeys Hase-san.” A moment’s pause, and then Suzuki hastily corrected himself. “Besides Boss and Furusawa-san, of course.”
Takemichi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Everyone obeys Hase? But isn’t he the First Division Captain?” That would be like expecting Hakkai or Peh to differ to Baji despite them being in different divisions.
“Hase-san’s the First Wing, yes, but he’s also the gang’s de facto commander,” Suzuki explained, keeping his voice down to a quiet mumble that easily blended in with the normal chatter as the homeroom teacher trailed off. “Runs the day-to-day operations for the boss. So if Hase-san gives you an order, you obey. And he personally - personally - asked me to pass you this note and bring you down to the club.”
With that, the excitement came roaring back onto the other’s face, and Takemichi groaned. So much for topic diversion.
As if on cue, the lesson bell rang, its shrill, ear-piercing scream marking the end of both homeroom and this conversation. Suzuki stood, swinging his bag casually over his shoulder. “Right, we’re leaving at 10.15 so make sure your bag is packed then. Hase-san despises tardiness.”
Fuck, he was going to miss his tea with Hina. Lost in his recollections of the recent past, wondering whether Toman or the Red Dragonflies were the worse gang to be a part of, it was the new shadow falling over him that finally tore Takemichi from his memories and musings, though it was too late to avoid the hand that wrapped itself around the scruff of his neck, bodily lifting him from where he had been slumped against the fighting ring’s cage. "No speed, no technique, no strength,” Hase noted blandly, the smoldering cigarette held between chapped lips uncomfortably close to Takemichi’s skin as the older man gave him a once over before dropping him back on his two aching feet. “Can’t last a minute in a fight."
“Ouch,” Takemichi winced, sharply inhaling through his nose, the pain both physical, from landing on his sore and abraded feet, and emotional, from having the quiet part said out loud. Damn, do your guys really need to poke at his weakness like that?
The protest wasn’t lost on Jun, who snorted, lifting his wooden bat to point directly at him from where the Second Wing was lazily sprawled across several spectator seats. “You can barely throw a fucking punch and you’re still fucking complaining during training?”
“I tried! That wasn’t training, that was a curb stom-“
A loud bang cut Takemichi off before he could finish, and the Toman delinquent whirled around right as Hase lowered his leg from where the thick metal bars of the fighting cage were now clearly indented in the shape of his foot. Said man didn’t even bother sparing a second look, moving to yank a well worn chair to the middle of the ring, but the message was clear. If this had been anything but training, the blond-haired boy would have been dead many times over. “Start off from where you stopped,” the blue-haired First Wing ordered, his weary words as steely as the seat he slumped into, the metal beneath letting out a groan of protest at the sudden weight put on its tired joints.
“Fucking showoff,” the baseball player mumbled, though this was promptly ignored by Hase.
No seat for him? Takemichi sighed, opting to lean back against the cage for a bit of support to take the pressure off his feet. Even if neither of the two were clad in the usual red, he still very much felt the exclusion. “Well, we covered the first future-”
Jun interjected. “Where there was only Mikey and Kisaki are at the top of Toman and no Red Dragonflies, yes. And then the second future, all those clingy Toman motherfuckers are dead, and you got all fucking emotional where you had to kill that fucking Sano, get the fuck on with it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jun,” Hase snapped irritably, before waving his free hand at Takemichi as he lifted the other to pull the finished cigarette from his mouth. “Start from there, after your return from Manila.”
The Toman member shivered as those dull gray eyes came to rest once more on him: it was the same thousand-yard gaze from the timeline he was about to recall, the same look Hase leveled straight at you as he pulled the trigger. Somehow, those eyes hadn’t changed despite the events of the future being twelve years away; Takemichi could only wonder what the tired man had already seen. Wondered what you had seen - if anything, your eyes looked too awfully similar to Hase’s, for someone so young. Instead, shaking himself back into reality, the time leaper cleared his throat. “Well, after returning to Tokyo, I found out through Naoto that it was someone called Kurokawa Izana who was the boss of Toman alongside Kisaki. I'd never heard of Izana till then, so Naoto had mentioned that he was going to go back to the station to do more digging, but then we were jumped.”
The tap of wood against concrete ceased, and with a shriek of cheap plastic from his protesting chair, the Red Dragonflies’ Second Wing leaned forward, bat now propped up between his legs, black almond eyes fixed unblinkingly on Takemichi. Even Hase seemed intrigued, his posture stiffening - the word ‘jumped’ having caught both their attention.
“We were jumped from behind by you, Hase-san.”
As soon as those words left Takemichi, the loud ‘ha!, followed by the screeching of a chair being forced back nearly gave the Toman member a heart attack, Jun leaping out of his chair and swinging his bat at the First Wing. “I called it! I fucking called it!” He bellowed triumphantly, his screech as piercing as a murder of crows, ringing out over the hum of the large exhaust fans overhead and echoing across the empty betting hall.
But along with that celebration also came a loud groan followed by a thwack as Hase threw his head backwards, bashing it against the metal chair backing, one hand immediately slipping into his pants pocket to pull out that trusty pack of cigarettes. “Fuck me. It had to be me, huh?” The blue-haired man muttered to himself, pulling and pushing a stick into his mouth with a single fluent move.
“I told you I’ll never work for that fucking rat, not even once,” crowed Jun proudly. “Pay up, fucker.”
The other Red executive sighed, and from the other pocket pulled out a wallet. “At least come up to the cage.” Takemichi didn’t catch how much had changed hands, but there was no mistaking the size and color of those 10-thousand yen notes being passed between bars. They were betting on the future? Scratch that, the two of them had guessed enough of what happened to make a bet?
Hase grumbled something about blood money going to idiots, but did not return to his seat, instead opting to lean against the bars of the fight ring, gray eyes now fixed on the blood and sweat splattered canvas floor even as he spoke to Takemichi. “Continue.”
“Um- yes so both of us were knocked out, but you said that it was Kisaki that told you that I would be found easily near Naoto. Next thing I knew, I woke up as I was being dragged by my foot alongside Naoto through the corridors of some penthouse, and then Hase-san pulled us into a bedroom.”
All of the celebratory mood was instantly lost, evaporating into the hot summer afternoon and leaving behind a heavy, tense atmosphere; Jun’s face turned solemn once more, and Hase only seemed to age further under the harsh white lights that flooded down from the ceiling. The time leaper swallowed hard - no doubt they could already sense where this was going. He hurried on. “And Izana was there, on the bed, with- with-” But for all his attempts to just keep going, to tell your Red Dragonflies what they needed to know, it was the image of you that came flooding back into the front of his mind. His words failed him. Those dead glass eyes of yours were still staring straight at him from beyond time, haunting him from his memory.
“With Boss,” Hase finished off Takemichi’s sentence with a mumble, the words slipping from his lips like a prayer.
Takemichi shakily nodded. It was all he had left in him to do, and the boy collapsed back to the ground, his jelly legs finally having given up the last of their strength. Naoto had been right, he bitterly thought as he tried and failed to bite back the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes - this timeline they were headed down was truly the worst future. But what more could he do? The underground ring felt more like a desecrated church in the moment, the enormous concrete bunker forever hidden from the light of the sun falling eerily calm as the sound of the exhaust fans blended into the background, the whistle of wind being forced through narrow gaps under heavy steel doors as if haunted by the ghosts; though from his past lives or of fights past, the time leaper couldn’t tell.
“Keep going. What happened next?”
The rest of the tale spilled out of the weary time leaper as a whisper, but it was enough for the other two present to hear every horrid word and detail relayed: about your scars and bruises and Izana’s obsession over you, about your dead mind still trapped in a living body, about the white-haired man shooting a future Naoto before trying to get you to turn the gun on Takemichi. About how it was Hase that finally put you to rest, about Furusawa’s death by ambush, and then Jun’s and of countless others at said First Wing’s hands, and finally how he had a chance to escape to the past before his own untimely end.
The two older delinquents simply listened on in calm, eerie silence, content with taking in and absorbing the words for now. A tale that was way too specific to be made up yet still lacking a frustrating amount of detail, though neither seemed too bothered by the future Hase’s actions. A moment of silence as Takemichi’s words trailed off, and the three processed everything that had happened so far. The next time Jun spoke up, his tone was completely flat and volume close to conversational, his usual loudness nowhere to be found. “And you say this… Kisaki. He is the one pulling the strings?”
It took Takemichi by surprise, the fact that the loud and crass baseball player could sound so normal, but he still nodded. “Yes, that is what me and Naoto think. Izana mentioned that I was to be Kisaki’s target. And in every future, Kisaki is present as one of the heads of Toman.”
“But so is Mikey,” Hase pointed out. “How do you know it's Kisaki and not Mikey calling the shots?”
The Toman member’s jaw slackened. “But- but-” Takemichi stammered. “Mikey would never do something like that!” The face of the Toman President, framed by blond strands, cuddled into your side and protesting about something inaudible came to the front of his mind, the same boy that would fight through hell and high water for his friends; that Mikey?
An annoyed tap of wood against concrete. “You don’t know that,” the Red Dragonfly’s battle strategist pointed out, his long blond hair flung backwards over a shoulder in an attempt to get the sweat-covered strands out of his face. “That Sano shithead is another persistent factor, plus he’s already a current pest to Boss.”
“It can’t be.” He knew what they were saying was the truth, but still, it wasn’t something that Takemichi could accept - yes, Mikey from the future had been the one committing cold-blooded murder of people he knew and loved, but that wasn’t the real Mikey. That couldn’t be truly the Mikey he knew. “It can’t be Mikey. It has to be Kisaki that made Mikey do it. Or Izana.”
Jun hmmpfed, but fell silent. It was clear that they didn’t trust Toman much either.
Within the cage of the ring, Hase took a drag, exhaling another column of smoke as he pulled the stick from his mouth. “You’re back here to save someone, aren’t you, Hanagaki?”
“H-huh?”
The blue-haired delinquent turned his eyes up towards the giant overhead exhaust fans, the single constant sound that made up the background hum. “That’s why you keep coming back. Someone you lost that you just didn’t have enough time with.” Tired gray eyes turned on Takemichi, that gaze that seemed to see through him and his entire life. A statement, not a question. It was as if he already knew.
Takemichi couldn’t help himself even as he rubbed ever so gently at his tearing eyes. “Hina.”
“A girlfriend.”
“Oh!” A forgotten detail from twelve years later that had eluded Takemichi quickly returned, and the blond-haired boy looked up. “Hase-san, in the future, you had a boyf-“
The smoldering cigarette butt that came hurling straight at him cut any remaining words off, and would have hit him square in the face if Takemichi hadn’t dodged with an eep.
“That’s enough outta you,” Hase muttered, annoyed, even as Jun looked on suspiciously, though the room quickly returned to the topic at hand. “So the kid we’re looking for is a Kisaki Tetta.”
Jun spat, finally standing from the creaky plastic chair with a curse and pulling a flipphone from his back pocket. “I’ll get that name to Masashi, pull everything we got.”
Both sets of eyes once more slid onto Takemichi, and the blond-haired boy recoiled slightly as Hase took a few steps towards the boy, only for the man to stop right before him to crush the finished stick into the canvas. “You keep him away from Toman, Hanagaki,” Hase drawled, turning on his heel and making for the cage door right as the clock that hung on a far wall struck twelve noon. “We’ll take care of the rest once we find that fucker.”
A soft chime, combined with the screeching creek of worn hinges being forced open brought a sense of relief flooding through Takemichi; he hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath all this time. His hell was over, at least for today. No doubt it’ll still be a tough slog ahead to save everyone that he cared for, but at least for now, of all the people in the world, the time traveling delinquent had come to realize that these two were perhaps exactly who needed to hear what happened. Instead of facing down the future alone, the events today were enough to tell him that they were who he needed on his side to counter Kisaki - maybe they really had a fighting chance. Maybe they could change the future.
“Suzuki Hisao will inform you when the next training is.” And then that eternally unamused voice that only ever carried the promise of more pain floated over from the doorway, and Takemichi immediately groaned. Great, now he regretted thinking all those good things about those two demons you called friends.
Jun didn’t miss the opportunity to rub it in as Hase strolled off, his bat letting out a muffled yet equally threatening thud as the baseball player swung it to rest once more over his shoulder. “Can’t have you fucking die on us again.”
Fuck him sideways.
Looking over Shibuya from the rooftop was a vastly different feeling compared to wandering through the city streets below, Kisaki determined, gray eyes peering out from golden-rimmed glasses gazing down upon the unsuspecting passersby below. A skyscraper roof was one of the last places Kisaki thought of coming, and though he appreciated the silence and the privacy away from the hum and drum of traffic, he still couldn’t quite comprehend what Izana meant by light air pressure. Perhaps it was just a thing about the wind that the other enjoyed.
Yet it was the thought of the white-haired Tenjiku leader that led his mind straight back to you, and that mental image of you huddled tight against Izana’s side four days ago was proving impossible to push from the forefront of his mind. Kisaki hadn’t meant to stalk the two of you all the way to your meeting area - and it wasn’t the smartest decision, given how much trouble he had finding his way back out of the industrial area - but he couldn’t help his curiosity. The insistence with which he held you to his side, Izana's obsession with where you were and who you were with at all times, the gentleness with which he bundled you into his arms, completely contrasted with the dark bruises your former lover left you with the moment you stepped out of line.
Of course, he had already heard of the lingering hushed whispers about you and your formidable well before he ever made the acquaintance of Izana, while he was still chasing the invincible Mikey. Who wouldn’t have, even after the briefest dip of their toe into the delinquent world, even if you had already been away for two years? Hell, the constant rumors swirling on when, not if, you were returning were hard to ignore. But Kisaki could never quite find any trace of you despite having paid a handsome sum for an old photo of you, and neither were the Red Dragonflies accepting new members. So with Toman being the new up and coming gang and its undefeated boss Mikey at its helm, they were who the glasses-touting delinquent decided to go with.
But then out of nowhere you returned and were now back in the game. With what he knew, Kisaki was certain that Mikey and control of Toman were no longer the ultimate prize. No, if he were to stand at the top of the delinquent world, it had to be by your side. Not only were you back at the head of a gang that stated and enforced the rules of the delinquent scene in the Greater Kanto region, but you were now living rent-free in both Izana’s and Mikey’s heads: your presence and absence had a direct effect on the ebb and flow of their lives, and he had witnessed it with his own two eyes. After all, why else would the king of Tenjiku play his hand and risk it all just to get you back to his side? Why did Mikey only give him the time of day in exchange for information about you?
“Plot and play all you like, Kisaki Tetta,” those words echoed in his mind from a not-so-distant past, empty violet eyes staring him down when Kisaki first offered his services to Izana. “Touch her, and I’ll kill you myself.”
Yet despite you seemingly equally enthralled by the two rival gang leaders clad in black and red, making it easy to gain access to you if he stuck with Izana, you were also easily the biggest headache that the blond-haired tanned boy had ever tried to deal with. The Four Wings you surround yourself with, that monster of a right-hand man Mamoru Furusawa, and then for the cherry on top, your extensive network of contacts that spanned every level of society; you yourself were one dangerous foe, and crossing you would not be a fun experience.
Kisaki couldn’t ask for a better target. This win would be exhilarating.
Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, the mastermind exhaled, allowing himself to clear his thoughts of you and instead turn to take stock of and evaluate the day’s events. As per usual, with the news and information he had brought on you, Mikey had indeed deemed it worthy to grant him an audience, and Kisaki thought he had done a pretty good job riling the other boy up - that crease of eyebrows and flash of anger behind usually empty eyes, the lack of hesitation at accepting his offering of a vial of sleeping drugs. All in all, the blond-haired boy thought as he finally stepped back from the edge, turning to return to the building interior, a good day’s work that is enough to consider giving himself a pat on the back.
Needless to say, he would be elated to finally have the chance to meet you face to face soon.
The celebratory mood didn’t transcend well back in Yokohama, where the rest of the notorious S-62 generation had gathered atop a similar skyscraper, the brutal heat of the afternoon sun somewhat dissipated by the constant wind and some shade provided by the towering antenna behind.
“Can’t believe we have to listen to that blonde fuckhead,” Shion complained, letting out a grunt as he slumped onto the concrete slab, free hand swatting at the beads of perspiration rolling down the tattooed side of his head. “Thinking he knows better than me.”
Ran, more comfortably positioned leaning up against a wall, raised one eyebrow at the statement. “Didn’t think that was hard to achieve,” the elder of the Haitanis commented lightly. “Rather low bar, in fact.” Rindo nodded, stoic facade firmly in place despite the clear amusement shining through spectacle-framed violet eyes.
Unluckily for the two, the insult simply bounced off of the former Ninth Generation Black Dragon leader, who shot them an annoyed look. “Don’t ya think it's all junk too? How come he gets to be the boss of us?” A snot, before the boy answered himself. “Fucking no, I say.”
Mochi, who had up till now been sitting cross-legged on the floor, suddenly stood, turning to face Shion with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you questioning Izana’s decision, Shion?” Fighting words that were enough to get the other to backtrack a little, and the conversation on Kisaki quickly died after that. After all, if Izana said so, that it was as such, no matter whether they agreed or disagreed.
The loud, jarring sound of a horn echoed up from congested roads below, cutting through the momentary silence and the peace that the open air brought - it was rare for delinquents like them to have downtime like this, given the conquering mood that their king had been in. To no one’s surprise, it was Shion who once more broke the silence. “I wonder what Izana wants with the Red Dragonflies.”
Rindo let out an unimpressed grunt. “His girl’s the boss,” the younger Haitani stated simply, earning himself an profanity filled exclamation of non-belief from said former Black Dragon President. “I don’t care if you believe it or not, it's true.”
“No fucking way, she left, didn’t she? Quit being a delinquent and all.”
“Not anymore, she returned after the latest president got the boot,” Ran weighed in, backing his younger brother up. “Kicked his ass herself too. We were there.”
“You think we’ll ever meet her?”
Kakucho kept silent, content with simply listening to his fellow executives' increasingly heated discussions about you. He knew better, of course, having been there when Shinichiro first brought you to the detention center to meet Izana, and had been keeping his ear to the ground for news on your movements since then. You hadn’t been worth a glance to the white-haired boy all those years ago, but the same couldn’t be said now, and with how important you were to his hero, his king, as a mere servant, there was no excuse for Kakucho not to know where you were at all times. Yet, above all, the black-haired boy with the scarred eye knew he had an obligation to Izana, to keep his best friend safe, be it from the world or from himself. And whatever Izana thought he was doing with Kisaki in a bid to have you back by his side wasn’t safe - Kisaki wasn’t to be trusted in the slightest, Kakucho knew. He could only hope that his friend would forgive him after the dust has settled for going to you with this information.
Yet unknown to the Tenjiku executives making the most of their downtime away from the troubles of the streets, it was one of many Tenjiku grunts who had the misfortune of tripping over an awkwardly held white cane as a man in sunglasses breezed by, the loud thud of the boy landing on his ass causing the other to come to a stop. “Sorry, did I trip you?”
“Stupid fuck!” The apology was far from well-received, though upon several red-clad delinquents crowding around the offender, it was clear that he was simply blind. “Watch your fucking cane!”
“My sincere apologies,” Koji offered, dressed simply in a black shirt and jeans and a baseball cap, tapping his cane around in a show. “I didn’t mean to.”
At least it seemed the boys were unwilling to let loose on the disabled, and with a few more profanities, they were on their way, none the wiser to the miniature microphone that had been slipped into one unsuspecting jacket pocket. Bingo, the Third Wing amusedly thought as he turned, resuming his stroll down the busy streets of Yokohama City, before turning the corner and disappearing into a side alley. Masashi should have a much easier time with his task now.
“I swear guys, cross my heart, I broke up with Izana two years ago,” you found yourself repeating for the umpteenth time reassuringly, as you bundled a sniffling Kazutora further into your arms, your other arm thrown tightly over Baji’s shoulders. “We aren’t together anymore. I don’t lie, never to you boys.”
“Bbu-but what about those red bastards?” A pathetic tug at your sleeve, as Kazutora sobbed into your chest, your shirt clutched firmly between his fists, a far cry from the rampaging, bone-breaking, unforgiving delinquent he had been just an hour earlier. “You’re going to leave us again,” the boy with the duo-color hair accused, before bursting into tears once more, only for you to smile and run your free hand through his hair.
“I won’t. I really won’t.”
Mitsuya didn’t seem impressed in the slightest, neither by the theatrics nor your answers. “But you were with them earlier this morning,” the Toman Second Division Captain blandly noted. “And you’re still going to meet them tonight. Without us.”
“You also still agreed to meet Izana, where he gave you a wedding ring,” Draken added, the tallest of the boys easily stepping over sprawling legs to pick you up by the back of your shirt, dislodging your clingers and setting you gently back on your own two feet much to the protest of Baji and Kazutora, though the raised eyebrow had you nervously looking away. “That doesn’t sound like breaking up to me.”
You sighed, throwing your hands up in the air. “I have an informant meeting tonight, I already told you boys this. And no, I don’t plan on meeting Izana alone again, let alone marry him. Ever.”
Despite it being a negative, the word ‘marry’ instantly triggered another loud bawl from Kazutora, who flung himself at your legs.
Outside, the sky was turning a dusty blue as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, the hustle and bustle of traffic from the city center fading away along with the dying light.
Yet for all the shenanigans going down, there was one notable exemption from the usual party, a blond-haired figure sitting a distance apart from where you and everyone else had gathered. You had returned exactly on time as you had promised, Mikey dully noted from where he was leaning up against the far wall of your room, empty abyss eyes staring blankly down at the taiyaki clutched in one hand. It had been five days since the Toman President had learned about your scars from Kisaki, and four since he had seen them with his very own eyes, the vileness that tainted your being, that you had hid from them all these years. You, their precious Toman princess, who Mikey had revered as his friend, as someone he would do anything for. You did not belong only to him.
The darkness settling over the land masked the same blackness that now tinted his eyes as Mikey looked up. You had caught his gaze and returned a gentle smile, but did nothing more than that where you would have usually beckoned him into a hug and forehead kisses; no doubt your relationship with Mikey was rocky at the moment, to say the least. And despite your efforts to patch things up, whatever you did was never enough, not with all that was at stake. Kisaki was right - to be able to keep you by his side forever, he - they - needed to get rid of the competition. All the competition.
The cold glass of the vial and the rustle of a needle pack tickled his skin as Mikey’s hand brushed past, though the blond-haired delinquent ignored the sensations only to pull out his phone. Soon. To start with that white-haired bastard, or with those Red scum? It didn’t matter, of course, not to Mikey. Because if you wouldn’t come quietly to him, then he would have to take everything else away.
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