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Push-Over | Fem!/Office!AU

yorinuki‌:

holding a cup of water in his hand, he stood near the break area. considering that it was close to the head boss’ office & how loud that he spoke, it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on his conversation. his booming voice could be quite irritating & it struck imaizumi as completely unprofessional. it was rare that he had to face the man’s wraith, mostly because he was tall & mean - looking. aside from that, the boss tended to go easier on the men, while being especially rude to any woman that worked in the office. it never made sense to him – shouldn’t it be the other way around? normally men went easier on women, but there was something that was off about the man. perhaps he had abad marriage, or just a grudge against the opposite sex? either way, it was none of his business. he simply finished up his cup of water, tossing it into the trash so that he could head back to work.

passing the boss’ door, he happened to catch the poor victim of his abuse on her way out. he was surprised to see that it was onoda, but it made a lot of sense – she was new & younger than anyone else in the company. that alone caused people to pick on her more than most. the two of them were acquainted, but he wouldn’t go as far to say that they were exceptionally close. there was certainly other duos in the office that were far closer than the two of them. because of his aloof nature, imaizumi wasn’t close to many of his coworkers – nor did he care to be. that only meant relationships to maintain & stupid drinking parties to attend. he was content with peacefully riding the train home right after work.

walking up to the woman, he kicked the boss’ door shut. he really didn’t care if the man stormed over to scold him for shutting it so harshly, there wasn’t many people that he feared. taking about three - fourths of the stack from the small woman, he wanted to take the bulk of the weight ( which to him wasn’t very heavy, he considered himself to be in good shape for an office worker ). at least that way, she would be able to see. she was a lot shorter than him, so it was easy for him to carry a lot of papers & still be able to see over the top of them.

he still hadn’t said a word to the woman, only shifted his bland gaze into her direction. being nice wasn’t something that imaizumi excelled in, but after the treatment she received from the boss, he would have felt guilty as a man to just let her struggle. “he’s a dick.” he said under his breath, it was a feeble attempt to start a conversation. he’d spoken to onoda before, but mostly with a certain loud red - head around to keep the conversation going. it was irritating to have him around, but without him imaizumi was lost.

To witness the other practically kicking the door shut, Onoda twitched up so bad and had to balance the stacks of paper, folders and books in her arms even more so -- she was terrified that the boss actually thought that she had been the one to do something so disrespectful -- especially since she had all the right reasons to act out of her way towards someone so sexist and disgusting -- but then she realised that the man must’ve seen Imaizumi in plain sight; someone like him who was practically everyone’s favourite person due to his rather laid back nature and he’d try to be on someone’s bad side? Surely, she didn’t know the man well enough and perhaps he was a little bit of a rascal... either way, she couldn’t stop but thinking that it was more than kind to start taking parts of her work load to carry it for her. Immediately, her defence mechanism awoke, “O-Oh, no... th... that’s really not n-necessary--” she stammered, though there was not much she could do ---- she did not ask him to do anything, so even when someone were to tell her that she was taking advantage of another person’s kindness in the office, it would not be right. And even if she would not be able to defend herself simply because of her shy nature, both her and Imaizumi knew it was wrong, and therefore she was not too worried about the talk behind her back. As a young, new worker (well, she had been there for a few months now, but she just seemed to not connect too well with most people, being too shy to interact and thus it still felt like she was a stranger in this place), it was just ‘normal’ to be gossiped about, even though she would not do the same thing; people were people after all.

“Thank you so much, Imaizumi-kun.” She bowed lightly (as much as she could with the amount of work she still carried, though she did take note of how much he actually was carrying for her, which resulted in more embarrassment on her part), wrinkling his nose lightly for she was unable to adjust her glasses after they slid down ever-so-slightly from her bowing, smiling nervously at the taller. She, too, was not the best at starting conversations either -- hence the fact that she was still feeling like a stranger in this company even though she had been around for a couple of months now -- but she was also very thankful that Shunsuke took the initiative and actually used an ice-breaker. Though, she was also unsure how to react to it: in all honesty, he was right. The boss is a dick. But maybe this was just a set-up for her to bad-mouth her boss in front of another employée and ending up without a job altogether? Perhaps it was a test of her loyalty towards the company and the authorities -- she really did not know much about anyone here and who was someone to be trusted and who wasn’t. But all in all, she just had to rely on her gut feeling and wing it ---- that was her style anyway.

Nodding slowly, she walked over to her desk and tried to speak as quietly as she could, “Well... he really does not treat the girls the right way, but I guess, he just has something that bothers him. Perhaps he just clicks better with men and can get his point across better with people of the same sex. I am not sure, but... I... I don’t know if I want to say that he is doing that on purpose...” carefully tip-toeing around the topic as she put down the work load onto her desk sighing deeply. It was obvious how nervous she had been about the situation -- she had to finish both her work load and Ishigaki’s today, and she had to fix the mistakes she had made previously (which only resulted due to the fact that she was given way too much work, needing to stay longer and longer each and every day until she was barely able to concentrate). She was not one to make excuses for her wrong-doings, but evidently these weren’t mistakes she’d make if she had a normal amount of work to produce ---- and while she really did not want to stop talking to the other, she also was mindful of the time and realised that she might even stay past 9PM today. What a bummer.

“I... really don’t want to distract you from your work.” She said carefully, guessing that the other had his own load to finish, and perhaps reminding him of it like so would result in both of them finishing in time. Though -- in her case -- that was highly unlikely.

#ic;#fem;#pushover1imarp #yorinuki #Office!AU

speedmcn‌:

maids. @himehimekun

with a look of pure confusion, he gazed at onoda. “ yea? so what? “ – he didn’t see the problem with people seeing his boxers. compared to their biking uniforms, boxers were fairly modest. it was just like naruko to have absolutely no modesty compared to his counterpart. it seemed like he was always embarrassed about something – meanwhile, the redhead was always unapologetically himself. even if that meant that people would see his boxers.

it was a bit of a strange occurrence to have to wear this sort of outfit at school, but he wouldn’t tell the girls in his class no – how uncool of him would that be anyways? yea, maybe it wasn’t the most manly thing in the world, but it was manly that he had the gall to wear a dress that most men would turn their noses up at.

Upon the other’s oblivious nature towards the matter at hand, Onoda could only blink in confusion; surely, Naruko had always been the braver one and someone who would not let the opinions of others rule how he was going to act and so on, and so forth. However, he would have to give the man a point about the boxers ---- their racing uniform was a lot more revealing, but still, the fact that anyone would peek a glance at his underwear and basically have them share a private piece of clothing like that, reveal it by accident, it really was nothing Sakamichi would’ve wanted. If anything, he would’ve preferred to wear his biking uniform underneath that maid dress... but that would’ve been one gaudy look.

Surely, girls would’ve looked a lot cuter in that attire -- but something told him that some girls were rooting for these two in such a girly look, hence the votes ending up as they are now. Once he calmed himself down at least somewhat, he looked over the other’s outfit more closely and took note of the untidy bow on his back where the apron was supposed to be put in place.

“Ah... Naruko-kun... wait...” The bespectacled male mumbled as he walked over in front of the man and reached behind him to untie the apron, moving the bands accordingly to be able and tie a perfect bow; perhaps it was just his way to show that he was caring enough to not have Shoukichi end up being the cause of laughter for being unable to tie his apron properly (and aesthetically pleasing), but also because he had a keen eye for these kinds of things (blame his otaku interests on that). “Just a second...” The boy added as he fidgeted his hands around, making sure to do a good job, while being focused on the task at hand, he paid no attention to Naruko’s expressions or reactions whatsoever.

#ic;#maiddress1narukorp #speedmcn

ishiyxn‌:

in many ways, ishigaki was like a mother to the men in his gang – and he wouldn’t hesitate to be the same for onoda. he could tell that the boy had a lot of insecurities & maybe not the best people supporting him. midousuji was hardly a worthy cheerleader, if anything he was a pretty damn big downer. he wasn’t sure about what the boy’s home - life was like & if he still had any of his parents still around, but shifting from having your family as support to living alone in an apartment … miles away from them, with quite literally no one, he just couldn’t imagine that. it was situations like onoda’s that made ishigaki glad that he built his own family up from the ground & never had to deal with such loneliness. even if he knew that onoda couldn’t get too involved with what lizard hell did, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t care for him like one of their own.

“it’s not as bad – sorry, i didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” forcing a smile, he wanted to wipe the look of worry off of the other’s face. as much as he knew that it was a lie to say it wasn’t that bad … it was actually horrible, he couldn’t make onoda worry. the other had so much of his own issues, he didn’t need to add his petty gang wars onto that list. not to mention —- he was friends with the man who caused all of this. there was no way that he could tell such innocent eyes that the very man he hung out with was an absolute monster. ignorance was bliss & he couldn’t stand the thought of getting the smaller involved.

it was strange, having someone else lecture him – usually, he was the one giving out words of advice. of course, as hopeful as onoda sounded … there was no way that ishigaki could explain what was wrong in his words. the boy was so naive to the things that went on behind closed doors at their base. he was no angel himself – while, not the worst, he had things on his record that could never get him into a university like onoda. not to mention, the permanent markings carved into his flesh. their home country already wasn’t open to minor tattoos, so being littered with gang insignia he was unlikely to be able to go to schooling, let alone get himself a respectable job. when taking up gang work, one knew that they were accepting this as the rest of their life. there was no going back once you earned a reputation on the streets. “i’m fine where i am, don’t worry your head about it.” there was things that it was best not to explain to the other. it may have been entirely selfish of him not to be honest, but he couldn’t take the idea of admitting his sins to that smiling face. it would have hurt to told the other the things he’d done, or worse: had been caught doing.

the smaller’s hands were shaking as he grabbed onto ishigaki’s wrists, making the man wonder if he was doing something to make the other so nervous. his intents when speaking to onoda were to calm him down, not make him feel even worse than beforehand.

it surprised him to have a kiss placed on his lips out of nowhere – by the boy that midousuji fancied as well!! if there was anything that he loved about this encounter, it was the opportunity to touch something that wasn’t his. while, he did like onoda, he really was a sweet boy. what enticed him to make his next move even more was the thought of the shots he could fire back at that lizard with one move. a low laugh escaped him & he placed his hand under the bespectacled boy’s chin, pulling him in for another kiss. this time, making it last a bit longer than just a second or two. ishigaki was not one for revenge, but it was just too sweet to resist.

It was true ---- living alone in an apartment while going to college, being nothing but an outsider to anyone, just having every day pass by as it was and not thinking too much into it (or trying to, so he would not sulk about it) ---- it was lonely. His mother was kind and all, but he never had a close connection to her, perhaps it was due to her forgetful nature, but sometimes he wondered how much his mother actually loved and cared about him if she was so forgetful about most things that concerned him. And now with Midousuji ---- he would have given Ishigaki a point there, that the man was more of a downer than a supporter. A bully, if you will. But Onoda just did not want to speak poorly of someone who still tried his best on being a decent human being... right? Everyone does mistakes, everyone is faulty, nobody is perfect, so who was Sakamichi to judge Akira for that? It was wrong to expect things of people, to get out of their comfort zone, to get out of their way and do something out of character simply to please others ---- that was wrong. It was disgusting. And Onoda did not want to be a person like that. If anything, he wanted to accept and like Midousuji for the person he is and not for the person he’d like him to be -- or for the person he would want in his life, point blank.

It was odd ---- even though, deep inside, Sakamichi had all these negative thoughts surrounding Midousuji ---- all these mean comments and ideas, yet he was pushing them aside. Sometimes, he was wondering just how sadistic and awful someone could be to push their ideas and ideals onto another person the way the Lizard Hell leader was doing onto the small and helpless college student. Wanting the boy to watch horror movies when he was freaked out by them, calling his hobbies and interests gross, making fun of him when he tried to pick up a conversation about his favourite anime and whatnot -- essentially, it was gruesome and cold-hearted. Essentially, that’s what Sakamichi was thinking about the tall man ---- but when someone was addressing these issues, he jumped in and defended the man. How come? In the end, he was also just a victim for that guy, and he was simply sucking it up because he was used to that kind of treatment. Perhaps he was too insecure to stand up for himself and call the other out as a bully, perhaps he just saw the good points in the other hidden underneath the twisted nature that he portrayed in front of anyone else ---- but in the end, it didn’t change that the boy, too, needed someone to encourage him and lift his spirits instead of testing his patience, in a way.

As much as Ishigaki was convinced that Onoda was oblivious to the facts and the truth surrounding Midousuji -- he was so... so wrong. Onoda may come off as naive, even airhead-ish and stupid... but he was far from it. He understood everything in his own way -- perhaps a little slower than others, but he caught on. Of course he could tell that the whole ordeal with Midousuji practically snatching a gang under his claws and reigning them in terror was one source for the so-called aggression ---- but also, he did not want to say it out-loud, especially because he did not feel like he was in any position to badmouth the taller male. After all, he helped him out in the weirdest situations, he walked him home to safety after late shifts, he accompanied him to college when he caught on to the fact that the smaller was in a pesky situation with bullies who had nothing better to do but to pick fun and harass Onoda for his otaku-hobbies ---- looking at it this way, he really was not a bad guy. But all the other things the man did were wrong, and more so, they were controlling and toxic. He was not blind, he saw and heard the way Akira talked to the gang, mocking them, belittling them, he did not want to know the cruel things he made some of them do simply to please his sadistic nature. And yet, he did not want to believe it and asked what the cause for these aggressions were --- hoping desperately that these guys just had arguments that they would get over with sooner or later... it was as if the boy never stopped believing and hoping in the best parts of everyone, it surely would’ve broken his heart if Ishigaki -- out of all people -- openly admitted that Midousuji was nothing but a monster and treated everyone poorly. He was so, so conflicted about this whole situation and the way his heart was racing up to his throat and nauseating him did not help at all.

Ishigaki was right about the other’s naiveté about the other’s jobs at the gang and possibilities -- but perhaps he was just a hopeless optimist. As little hope as he had in himself, he really wanted things to work out perfectly for everyone around him ---- he just liked Ishigaki too much to see him in the dumpsters like that, to see him so sad and unhappy. Surely, the man tried his best to hide his true feelings and putting up smiles for everyone simply to not worry them too much -- even now he was blatantly telling Sakamichi not to worry his little head about it -- but truth be told, he was not stupid and he knew that the greaser was unhappy with the situation at hand. Though, he also was too respectful to people older than him, so he was not disobeying their words. “I am sorry for being too nosey about it...” The boy’s voice sounded rather intimidated and muffled, as if he was trying to bury his mouth underneath layers of clothing as he tilted his head downwards, avoiding any eye-contact with the man before him ---- surely, he was not in the position to tell the other what to do or what not to do ---- but he really meant no harm, if anything, he meant to be as encouraging to the other as the had been the whole time to Sakamichi... but alas, whenever he felt a flight of bravery in his chest, it soon was crushed down with the harsh reality that nobody wants to listen to a bespectacled nerd and his naive hopeful words.

The familiarity of their kiss soon faded when he realised what he was doing ---- surely, it was wrong to simply kiss someone without asking for permission or anything (or so he thought) -- and more so to kiss someone who clearly was out of his league. As much as Onoda understood about situations, he surely was oblivious about other people’s feelings and how they worked towards himself. Due to Midousuji’s acts around him, he didn’t see how he’d fancy him -- if anything, he more so thought that he was a klutz for the man, an obstacle, thorns in his eyes ---- almost as if he was merely a good excuse for Akira to say that he was not as bad of a person as everyone else made him out to be, right? Because... as long as he was helping Onoda, he was not bad, right?! He felt used, if anything, and something inside of his guts just twisted and turned, he knew that Midousuji never did anything wrong to him, but something in the back of his head was ringing and prodding, making him feel nauseous with the thoughts of verbal abuse and crippling his happiness and mentality to unrecognisable depression ---- Onoda wasn’t sure where that came from, but all he knew was that the moment he felt this close to Koutarou, the sadness felt a little less intense, and his heart was finally able to beat happily again.

It did surprise him however when his counterpart actually initiated another kiss, twitching lightly as he was unsure whether or not that was the right thing to do, but he did not see how it was wrong or harmful, instead, he closed his eyes again and let the other kiss him as he pleased, mindlessly he started nibbling on the man’s lips, breathing against his mouth; if he wasn’t enjoying the moment so much, he would’ve probably stopped and dashed off home in the middle of the night, not caring about facing some shady people in the streets until he reached the dormitory complex of his college ---- the last thing he wanted was to look Akira in the eyes and have the man walk him home to safety. But right now -- none of that mattered and none of these thoughts actually crept up to him, if anything, he was zoning out his surroundings and simply enjoying himself with the other’s gentle displays of affection directed towards him. It surely was a nice change of pace for once ---- feeling loved and cared about instead of constantly being the butt of the joke and not taken seriously. His fingers clung tighter around the man’s wrist nervously, tilting his head lightly as if he invited the man to lead the situation further on.

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よろしくお願いします | Yakuza!AU

@speedmcn

If someone looked at the bespectacled male, the least they’d think of him was of being involved with the Yakuza actively. Onoda had been introduced by Arakita to the boss, and it was safe to say that he had been terrified of the meeting. As much as Yasutomo appreciated the smaller and took good care of him, it was inevitable that the hitman department was no way suiting for someone this rabbit-hearted. Looking around left and right, all the work that there was had been nothing for those faint of heart. Until the boss suggested gambling. Arakita’s nose scrunched up in disgust (and Onoda was unaware what kind of motif he had to react so grossed out about this word), but Sakamichi smiled at the boss light-heartedly, “That sounds like something I could do, yes. Thank you for taking care of me.” bowing deeply to the older man, Arakita grabbed the boy by the collar to make him stand up again and helped him to get to the destination that seemed most suiting to him.

A casino? It didn’t look as shabby as he imagined it to be... some underground hide-out with shady people left and right. Perhaps Sakamichi more so had the Bousouzoku idea of a gambling quarter -- the Yakuza was not playing around, quite literally. Sure, the people looked shady and whatnot, but most of them were in suit and tie (just like himself and Yasutomo), some giving him dirty looks and glares, though he tried to ignore them -- nonetheless he was incredibly nervous; if he was going to shake hands with someone now, they’d feel his sweaty palm... yuck!

“Wait up.” The tall black-haired male said as he went on to look for the head of the gambling area -- Onoda had no idea what he was getting himself into. Was his boss going to be as kind to him as Yasutomo?! Or were they going to give him a hard time? Either way, he stood near the slot machines, feeling a little lost and scared without Arakita’s presence next to him.

What the hell was he doing?

He was really not cut out to be a Yakuza until the loud hitman... he could hardly raise his voice or intimidate anyone... if anything, he was easily intimidated. It... just was really stupid to agree upon this. Now that he thought about it, all these men were already judging him hard-core for his looks and he could do nothing about it but staring at his own two feet. Just... where was Arakita? He did not like being alone with all these people!!

#ic;#pleasetakecareofme1narukorp #Yakuza!AU #speedmcn

Helping Hand | Bōsōzoku!AU

@saikurisuto (arakita)

A flat tire in the middle of the night? That was only her luck, really. Sakamichi was fumbling around nervously to fix her tire as much as she could with the tools available to her, but it was really no good. If anything, she would have to push her bicycle home -- but was it such a good idea to be roaming around these streets so late? She remembered Ishigaki scolding her when she was leaving the Lizard Hell base all too late, and she remembered Tsuji’s words to always ask him if she was out alone in the middle of the night and he’d make sure to get her home safely. These words only fed her anxiety more and more, until she’d see danger in anything, even a small cat running across the street and hissing at whatever obstacle was in its way. This was madness!

Whimpering more to herself, she crouched next to her bicycle and covered her face with both palms. She couldn’t really call Tsuji right now, that would be an outrage! Maybe the man was busy with his gang stuff, not to mention, maybe he was asleep and that guy well-deserved some rest, too! Ishigaki was always so hard-working, also. No way she could just call the two and ask them to come down and lend her a hand.

“It’s not far from here, Sakamichi... pull yourself together.” She scolded herself, being exhausted from waiting at the diner all night again, but she’s got to do, what she’s got to do. And right now, she’s got to find the guts to walk home instead of racing on her mama-chan...

#ic;#fem!;#helpinghand1yasurp #Bousouzoku!AU #saikurisuto

himehimekun

アキハバLOVE | Idol/Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun

speedmcn:

attention was never something to be feared – at least, not in his eyes. when you wore a jacket, as flashy as his, especially around the big areas in japan, you were bound to get attention in boat - loads. not all of that attention would ever be entirely positive, maybe not even half of it. but like they said, ‘bad publicity is still publicity’, he was still managing to pay his bills & feed his family back in osaka. that’s all that really mattered at heart – his family, blood - related & not, they were his top priority above the rest of the world. while, his personality was usually far more explosive, naruko got into the habit of holding himself back, not only around his younger sister, but all of his family together. his mom would have a heart attack if she saw the way that her son acted on a daily basis – not to mention, he was sure she would go around furiously bowing & apologizing to anyone he’d ever shot a nasty eye to. she was just that kind of woman, & he couldn’t stand to disappoint her like that. it was better to just conceal the anger, the violence, all of it, just to protect that pretty little picture that she had of her son inside of her head. even if he wouldn’t admit it, sometimes it was that silly little ideal she had for him that kept him human – becoming completely heartless would only break her. he couldn’t stomach that thought. she’d already been broken by her own husband. to let every man in her life disappoint her would be entirely heartless.

watching as the woman’s bravery practically crumpled up in front of him, he felt horrible. was he too harsh? he really didn’t mean to be so blunt. it just happened naturally – & most had the same reaction as she. they would simply crumple up & apologize to him. in truth, all he really wanted was a real answer to his question … all of this mystery … it wasn’t as attractive as magazine aimed at pre - teen girls made it out to be ( he could thank his younger sister for that kind of knowledge ). he wanted to immediately tell her that it was fine, that she wasn’t expected to know a single thing about gang culture … but naruko ended up just sitting there with his lips pulled into a tight line listening to her explanation. he couldn’t cut her off without feeling as if he was only making her feel worse. it was best to just let her speak without interjections on his part. his guilt began to fade as she further explained what she was trying to say – it made him feel just a bit better knowing that she didn’t think of him only as the rough & tough gang member that everyone else saw him as. for once, someone saw through the outer shell that everyone else seemed to stop at – no one wanted to see what he had underneath … but this woman, she could see through him. pressing his hand to the back of his head, naruko ruffled his hair a bit, trying to take in what the woman was saying. he knew that onoda was making a good point … and was pretty much right in her words – but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it so openly. it was weak, not being able to talk about his feelings, but at the same time … he just couldn’t do it. explaining his life to this girl that he just met seemed like it might be a bit too early. not to mention – in public, he had to be the tiger king, not naruko. in truth, it was much similar to her situation.

her relief to his confusion was unexpected … was she really expecting it to be that simple? to just not tell him & say that it was all fine. he’d already seen her face – maybe he should just be happy with that. it wasn’t like she was some kind of demon or even a criminal. thinking back to makishima’s magazines … NO. she wasn’t one of … those either. it was something bigger than that, there was something that onoda didn’t want to tell him & perhaps it had everything to do with where they were, rather than mistrust towards him. allowing her to rush him to the register, naruko wordlessly placed the figmas up on the counter so the cashier could ring them up. he was completely lost in his own thoughts, forgetting to be polite & offer to pay. it’s not like it would shock anyone – he didn’t look like the type to have manners after all. even if onoda made him feel like he was more than just a street rat, he couldn’t possibly look past the general feelings towards his appearance. one woman could keep him human, but she couldn’t make him forget the kind of person that he really was.

following her out of the store, he was confused why she stopped all of a sudden. it seemed that things just continued to get more & more confusing with this woman … not that he hated it. it wasn’t like he was completely transparent on his side. sure, she knew that he was in a gang – but she didn’t know the terrible things that ensued. most people thought that it was just a bunch of troublemakers that like to be loud & flashy, but there was so much darker stuff that happened beneath that. things that he didn’t even want to begin to explain to the other. with that in mind, he couldn’t exactly be angry at her for not telling him the whole story here. everyone had a few things that they wanted to keep secret. at first, he thought that a group of men were just shoving her around again – hearing the loud way that they spoke. listening to them drooling over a stupid statue was so pathetic … he may not have been completely proud of himself – but he was proud not to be that. looking over the figurine, he couldn’t see the appeal that these men would have for her. it’s not like she was flashy or cool – she was feminine & soft. while, cute, he couldn’t see why these men found her so interesting. it almost seemed creepy – sexually so. of course, he like things that were small & fragile … he found them adorable, but not in the way that these men did. he wouldn’t drool over an idol, or wish that he was their boyfriend. worrying about his own life was so much more important than idolizing someone else. naruko didn’t consider himself a fan of anyone else – he didn’t have that kind of time. sure, he had a good amount of people that looked up to him, but looking up to others was not his style. what was cool about kissing someone else’s heels?

walking up to the figure alongside the girl, he was taken aback by her question. what did he think? it didn’t really matter, did it? he was just a stupid criminal & this was … for people who had nothing to look up to in their life? it almost felt too cruel to think that way – but years of dealing with the scum of the city made your emotions turn sour. he couldn’t really enjoy things like he wanted to. he could for his siblings, but when it came down to it all, it really didn’t matter, not even a little.

“if you ask me, she looks kind of sad.” it felt strange to say the things that he was truly thinking – while, he prided himself on being blunt, it was hard to be honest. especially when it came to speaking about cheesy things like idols & interests. his own feelings were the cheesiest of all. “popular, huh? i’ve never heard of her.” of course he hadn’t. did he look like the kind of man that fawned over girls in frilly skirts & glitter? he thought that they were cute, but he wouldn’t be caught dead carrying around a keychain or a figure of someone like that. “these kinds of things feel so fake to me though … who actually looks like that? it’s all a show – which, don’t get me wrong, i love flashy shit … but it’s kind of strange when men idolize this.” he reached out & poked the figures cheeks, finger tapping against the hard plastic. “it’s fake.”

Onoda was not aware of the pain she may have caused to the other by simply apologising; if anything, she was mere the type to step one step forward and 5 steps back. She really didn’t like to fight, and once the other seemed to give her such a reply, she couldn’t help but retreat herself. She was not scared to have the other get physically violent towards her, oh no. Sakamichi was more so scared to have upset the other in any way, shape or form, really. She did not like the thought of bringing negative emotions upon others... to go as far and to think she was in any position to understand the other’s situation was far-fetched for sure, but it was solely meant harmlessly, wanting to bond with him in her odd, quirky way. Nonetheless, she’d notice if the man was angered to the point that he didn’t want to talk to her anymore.

Even less unaware of how she was rubbing him the wrong way by not revealing herself (or rather, by hiding her alter ego, that one personality she really disliked and rather wanted to be buried alive, while all she wanted was for people to love her true self), she merely guessed that it was a nice change for once to be liked for who she was for real instead of needing to fake and pretend all the time. But then again, she pondered and pondered, looking over at him as they stood by the cashier’s, next to each other, so close, yet so far ---- his eyes made it evident that his mental self was nowhere near present and thus it scared her a little bit to wonder if she had truly upset him. All the while she thought about it, Sakamichi gulped and realised that as much as she knew about him, she revealed little to none about herself. Was that fair? No... no, it was not fair. Surely, she didn’t know all the details (yet) and perhaps that was not even necessary... but to know that there were two side on that redhead, it was only the right thing to do to show him that there were also two side on that bespectacled, nerdy girl.

So -- she had to go for it and tell him. Hiding her idol persona would only lead to lies and more lies. She did not want to lie to that man, not with such honest actions he had done for her, in her favour, in order to protect her. Honesty was the key to a healthy relationship, no matter if its platonic or romantic. As much as she hated to reveal it... she just... had to.

As she stood there in front of that plastic figurine, side-eyeing the man curiously, her hands were shaking a little, her voice sure would crack if she spoke up now for her heartbeat was thrusting wildly against her ribcage -- ‘Be still, be still!’ She urged herself, but it didn’t matter how many times she tried to calm herself down, it was just nerve-wrecking. There was no turning back now. Sure, she could just shrug it off, depending on the redhead’s reaction, walk out of the store and pretend she just thought that the figurine looked cute... but it was not in her nature to actually lie! It was already hard enough to hide her identity in public, but to go as far as to lie to the other? She wasn’t that type of person, no matter how much she would have to pay for being honest and telling the truth, she just... had to.

Waiting nervously for his reaction, it was almost like bowing down and counting down for until the guillotine was crashing down to behead her. No, it was even worse than that. The idol even had to close her eyes, feeling dizzy with anticipation. But she wasn’t sure if she felt better or worse once the Wild Fang gangster spoke up.

“If you ask me, she looks kind of sad.”

In shock, she was unable to react at first, though slowly, steadily, she turned her head to look at the taller, her eyes visualising the fright she just endured, and still is enduring thanks to the tense situation. How weird that he was able to just... hit the nail on its head. Sad. Looking over to her figurine and how Oukiname-chan was posing with her signature megane-pose and her dazzling smile, all Sakamichi felt upon that display was sadness, melancholy, despair. Again, she had to gulp hard, feeling a lump in her throat and as if she was about to suffocate, as if someone choked her from inside. Never heard of her?! She couldn’t help but snickering, stifling it afterwards to not seem as if she had gone mad. Surely, only someone who was not into the idol world was someone who had never heard of Oukiname-chan... but even more so, it was refreshing and pleasant. She didn’t want to be known, she didn’t even want to be famous. In all honesty, she started to be an idol in order to make people smile and let them feel happiness through her songs. All of which she stood for soon disappeared through the media and through the way people treated her, how people saw her, how everyone wanted to put her into a position that she did not want to have. Fame was never her goal. Just happiness. Spreading love and kindness. But these dreams had faded long, long ago.

And the more he explained, even going as far as to poke Oukiname-chan’s cheek and call her a fake, she was merely amazed at all the things that oozed out of him, all the words he had ready for that idol. All the while, she just listened. And the more she listened, the less nervous she felt, really. It was then, that she started laughing another time, pressing her hands against her mouth even though it was covered by her mouth-mask still. It was the laughter of joy, clearly. Exhaling deeply, she felt as if some heavy rock rolled off her frail chest, shaking her head a little. “Mhm, I understand. I understand it all now. Thank you, Naruko-kun. However, I have a little something to tell you, on my behalf...”

While she stood in a manner that the man would surely shield her from the rest of the store, so nobody would point their fingers at her and see the idol, she started peeling off her mask, standing next to the life-size figurine and mimicking the megane-pose of Oukiname-chan in order to make it clear to the other that she was her. Once she made that clear, Sakamichi covered part of her face again, laughing lamely. “You’re right, she is fake. And I don’t even like flashy things on myself. They look nice on others, but... that’s not me... yet, everyone loves Oukiname-chan... but... not for what I want them to love her. And more so, none of them would bother to look at me, Onoda. If I were to put down my face-mask and walk around in this store, they’d all scream ‘Oukiname-chan!’, when she’s just fabricated and... not real.” Moving to look at the figurine, she poked its cheek as well, blinking. “But I have to disagree: she is very happy, she isn’t sad. Perhaps you’ve mistaken that feeling for someone else’s...” If anything, it was the real person’s feelings... Onoda really didn’t know how he would’ve grasped that kind of sadness through something like a plastic-look-a-like?! Interesting...

“But. I would like for you to not look at me differently, please. I am sick of people seeing me as her. There is a lot to explain, but right now is not the time. All you have to know is that despite me entrusting you with the truth, I don’t ever want you to treat me the way these guys treat Oukiname-chan. I want you to treat me the way you’d treat Onoda Sakamichi. You’ve got to promise me, Naruko-kun... please?”

#ic;#fem!;#akihabalove1narukorp #speedmcn

continued / @noobuyuki

mizuta wasn’t used to such reactions – considering he was much like onoda. a puppy, not able to hide his reactions when it came to inappropriate gestures. he was 100% used to being a bottom, so taking control & sinking his teeth into the boy’s neck was something new to him as well. sure, maybe a love - bite with braces like his was a stupid idea, but it was definitely worth the reaction that he elicited from the smaller. now he had a vague idea about just why tsuji enjoyed doing this so much. being able to make someone make those sounds was truly amazing!!

pushing back, he took a long look at onoda’s face, his own a similar shade of red. on the boy’s neck was a big, round reddened mark, imprints of his teeth even outlining where his braces came into contact with his flesh. “you didn’t like that?” he asked, clearly interested in hearing whatever his counterpart had to say about the sensation.

As a matter of fact, Onoda didn’t have a chance to be a top in any situation ever, really. Considering that he had been around Midousuji and he was the epitome of a push-over, even with Naruko or Imaizumi it was always the boy being a bottom -- which he did not mind at all. He rather took orders from others and did as he was told. It made him a lot more comfortable than being in charge. However, he wasn’t so sure about Mizuta. That boy sure was fine with being on the receiving end as far as it went with Tsuji and Ishigaki, but something told him that the moment he sank his teeth into the otaku’s shoulder, something sinister awoke inside of the blondhead’s heart, something that lingered dormant far too long and finally had its chance to open its eyes, glowing red like a feral animal that had itself set on a prey. Perhaps it was only as much as he could willing-fully allow himself to take and take, and for once, he tasted the blood of actually demanding things. For now, Sakamichi wasn’t sure if he’d abuse said powerful position or not, but either way, he would not complain ---- being too soft-spoken, the bespectacled male would just... accept it.

As if this wasn’t enough already to give him goosebumps, the smaller was unable to cope with the fact that Nobuyuki was practically staring at his face then, mustering him up, taking in the expression like a starved creature who was practically drooling all over its first meal after the longest time it had to be patient for anything to be presented to it. Turning his head sideways slowly, though peeking at the slightly taller, his lips formed to thin lines, chewing on them slightly, impatiently almost; as if the whole situation wasn’t making him somewhat uncomfortable (and only because of the noises he allowed himself to make before the older guy), he of course had to bluntly ask about the ordeal, how it felt and such. This surely made his face heat up even more (if that had been possible at this point, really), covering his cheeks with both hands as his huge, blue hues looked up at the other’s dull expression, shaking his head panicky. “No! I MEAN YES! I MEAN???” Completely confused about the question, Onoda started to yell out incoherent things as he gestured wildly with his hands, waving them around, only to feel bad for being so godawful at communication skills. It was a bummer.

Eventually, he silenced himself, staring at the other with an expression of fear; he actually did enjoy it -- it was just too intense of a feeling. Mostly the braces dragging on his delicate skin, it hurt him and he was scared to get some real injuries that nobody could ignore ---- not to mention, how would he explain such a bruise?! One that was evidently showing braces, too?! That’s when he decided that the best way of explaining himself was still to show it instead of speaking about it. Moving his hands up to cup the man’s face, he pulled him down a little to lean against the wall even more with his eyes closed, feeling his hair drag against the concrete while he let their lips collide, softly, gingerly, almost hesitatingly at first, before he’d open his mouth in order to allow his counterpart to invade his mouth as much as he pleased; after all, he presumed that Nobuyuki wouldn’t mind to be in charge a little more, a little longer.

#ic;#againstwall1noburp #nsfwish //--#noobuyuki

Alternate responses to "I love you."

Toudou: Who doesn't?

Teshima: I know.

Manami: Thanks.

Arakita: A horrible decision, really.

Fukutomi: Why?

Onoda: *laughs nervously*

Makishima: *laughs hysterically*

Naruko: YEET

Machimiya: I'm sorry

Shinkai: *finger guns*

Midousuji: If only there was someone out there who loved you

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himehimekun

ゾゾ | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun

ycmagucci:

every day, it felt as if midousuji was working him & poor tsuji to the bone. mizuta was hardly given any sort of responsibility, but honestly … who would that be surprising to? the moment that he got home, yamaguchi made a dead bolt to the bathroom, determined to take a shower before anyone else. he wanted to blood caked beneath his finger nails & across his torso to be gone. simply showing his hands to anyone in line for the shower was enough to make them cringe back a spot so that he could have his turn. it was common knowledge to the rest of the men that tsuji & yamaguchi were a duo out for blood, and that while one of the two seemed to be empty – he was still not to be messed with. he & tsuji both had the looks to not be messed with, but for some reason, yamaguchi emitted this aura that he seemed easy to push around. however – it was entirely false. beneath that quiet, distant aura, was a man as cruel as his senpai.

after his shower, he walked out only in the ripped jeans & cut off shirt he generally wore beneath his leather jacket. keeping the jacket slung over his shoulder, he made sure to mumble a little word of thanks to the man that allowed him to go first. his bare arms now represented the reason that no one would truly mess with the man. demonic symbols littered the entirety of his arms, displaying his occultist hobbies. it wasn’t just something that scared others, it was his religion. he hated to get too much into detail with people that didn’t agree with his beliefs.

on his way back to his room, yamaguchi was careful not to run into midousuji. he hated dealing with that retched woman. any chance to escape her disgusting presence, he would certainly take. even if he had to walk all sorts of back hallways just to get to his room, he wouldn’t mind the extra walk in order to avoid their boss … & mizuta while he was at it.

when he finally came to his room, he noticed that the door was open – even if it was just slightly. someone was in his room? it was worrying to think that someone like mizuta was poking around his own room, but even more worrying to think that someone not in their own gang could be in there. while he didn’t have anything useful to take in his room, yamaguchi was definitely a memorable member of lizard hell. he was the one, next to tsuji, most often seen with blood on his hands – a prime target for anyone that didn’t like the gang as a whole. stepping silently as he got closer to the door, the freckled man snapped open his pocket knife, making sure to keep it close to his person. working in a gang like lizard hell made him more of a paranoid person than he ever was in his entire life. when the gang belonged to ishigaki, he never imagined someone breaking into their base – but with all of the enemies that midousuji loved to make, he couldn’t be so sure anymore.

pushing the door open ever so slowly, he walked in quickly – pointing the knife at whoever it was. freezing at the sight of a familiar face, yamaguchi snapped the knife closed and shoved it back into the pocket of his jeans. “miss onoda –” he said, clearly taken by surprise with her presence. she wasn’t unwelcome in his room, but he felt foolish for not considering the chance that she could have been the person in his room. it was somewhat of a gang rule that they were to watch out for her – though, it wasn’t a rule that had to be enforced. once you meet the small, rabbit - hearted girl, you were immediately filled with the want to protect her. for someone as heartless as he, it was difficult to feel guilty for pulling a knife on a woman – but somehow onoda managed to fill him to the brim with guilt. his face wouldn’t show it, but it was still there.

looking at the books & whatnot that she was snooping about in, he asks. “are you familiar with ouija boards?” it definitely didn’t seem like something that a cute, anime - loving girl like she would be into … but people could surprise you. many people had a secret love for the occult, despite yamaguchi being very open in his lifestyle. even his room was littered with posters of symbols & statues representing gods & the likes. his room was rather frightening to anyone that didn’t know what occult was – & even then it could still be terrifying.

shifting his gaze to the side, he tried to forget about pulling a knife out on the woman – but, even when trying to change the subject he still felt bad. “sorry for before … “ he muttered awkwardly, not wanting to admit what he had done. while giving a bullshit apology, yamaguchi sat down in front of his book shelf next to the small woman.

While she was inspecting the Ouija board all too much, she was not aware of anyone approaching the room, let alone the thoughts that must be running through their mind. It was not hard to listen to the door squeak ever so slowly as if it had been opened. At first, she thought it may have been a wind draft from airing out the room ---- but she just felt a chill rushing down her spine as if a sinister presence was entering the room -- as if a demon had found her from merely looking at all these occult objects in this room. And when she heard someone step inside quickly, she screeched more so about the possibility that something straight out of hell was here to get her than anything else, she shuffled closer to the bed with her back all pressed up against it, reaching out her arms and waving her hands defensively, though once she saw Yamaguchi’s face, she was relieved. Despite him holding a knife in his hand (which he quickly put back where he stored it), Onoda did not feel threatened by him. Sure, he was a man working for no other than Midousuji... but she always looked at him (and the others!) as a kind person (well, maybe not Mizuta... but that’s another story). Moving her hands to her chest, she exhaled shakily, chuckling awkwardly. “Oh, you had me there, Yamaguchi-kun...” Still shaking all over her body, she needed a moment, before she’d sit on the ground again more properly, exhaling and inhaling a few times and deciding to stand up on her shaky legs. “I’m really sorry for being here while you weren’t present. It’s really rude of me...! I apologise!!!”

As he spoke up to her, she blinked at his face a few times before her gaze fell to the floor almost a little embarrassed. “I-I really don’t know much about Ouija boards... they look interesting... I was just curious about it, because I was not sure how to use it... I really didn’t mean to touch it, I know, Midousuji really hates it when people touch her things unasked... I didn’t want to upset you...” She guessed that it was the freckled man’s way to indicating that he did not want her to touch his belongings -- which was really fine by her! -- she just hoped that this encounter would’ve gone a lot more smoother. All she wanted was to talk a little more to him, feeling bad for never finding any topics to share with him, unlike with Ishigaki or Tsuji... even Mizuta (though, that guy seemed to change topics accordingly to anyone he was talking to, almost desperately trying to get noticed). It was not pity that brought her into this room, she just really wanted to get along with these men, who were trying their best to protect her from anyone.

Watching Noriyuki sit down in front of his shelf, she followed him of course, a little shocked about his words she waved her hands defensively again. “N-No, no, no! Don’t apologise!!! I was invading your room... and you wouldn’t know that it was me, right? S-So, you wanted to protect yourself... it’s okay, I have to apologise... please, don’t be mad at me, Yamaguchi-kun.”

She bowed before him mostly because she was used to this kind of behaviour from being a waitress at an old-school diner ---- she really just wanted to do no harm. “I just really wanted to see if there’s something we could talk about together. I always talk to Ishigaki-kun, Tsuji-kun and sometimes to Mizuta-kun... but I really had no clue what your interests would be like... I know, it was uncalled for to just come in here and snoop around... I just really hope you are not holding it against me...!” Once she stood up again, Sakamichi moved over to the windows and closed them. “It’s a lot nicer in here now, you would’ve gotten a migraine if you slept in a stuffy room like that, heh. Fresh air is really important. But if you’re not home, you can’t air it out. So, I’ll just do that for you.” As she finished the task, she moved stand next to the man, unsure what to do when there was not a second chair in this room.

Though, that’s when she noticed the tattoos on his arm; bending down a little, she ran her fingers over them, trying to understand the symbols. Surely, a pentagram was not too hard to understand, but there were various of symbols she had never seen before. “That’s really cool... do you mind telling me their meanings?”

#music #fem!;#Bousouzoku!AU #zozo1yamarp

ゾゾ | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

@ycmagucci

It was quite interesting, that gang base of theirs. Lizard Hell, to be more specific. Onoda never really understood how they truly worked, and neither did she want to know. As long as Midousuji and her would get along and she would not be on her bad side, it was alright. Some things just were beyond her: such as wanting to live life on the edge on the daily... it was quite a shocker. She was already so mentally exhausted seeing shady people at the diner, but actually getting involved with them like these guys (and a girl, of course)? It was nerve-wrecking to say the least.

While she hung around at the gang’s base, she waited patiently for the members to return solely because she had become something like a little mascot hamster that needed protection from evil men at night. She thought that she was being a hassle to the men and their female leader, but honestly, it was as if they needed such a bright goofball around to keep the mood humane and refreshing; it was as if they willingly wanted her around and wouldn’t mind walking her around to her home, solely to recharge on the girl’s bright appearance.

But the curiosity went both ways, even if she was not trying to be too nosy. Who could blame a girl that was bored out of her wits when waiting for hours and hours at an empty place she could barely call home.

As much as all of them were rather interesting personalities with fascinating personalities, none of them was as mysterious as Yamaguchi. While Mizuta was pretty much open about his intentions with her (and she would shut him up quickly with her remarks, despite feeling quite bad about them afterwards, but some men needed to learn it the hard way), Tsuji was not so open, but clearly behaved like an older brother who only meant to make sure that she was okay. Ishigaki was actually really polite and (without a doubt) pretty similar to Sakamichi herself -- both very happy-go-lucky characters who tried their best to stay positive despite the situation. Now, Yamaguchi... he didn’t smile often, nor did he laugh. He wasn’t exactly a serious type like Akihisa, nor was he a ‘clown’ like Nobuyuki... but she was not sure if he was simply shy or humble, if he was bored or observing. While the bespectacled girl could pretty much sense how each and every one of them were working and how they were thinking (or at least as much as she could know by sheer observation of everything at hand), it seemed as if none of her instincts were working on the freckled member of the gang.

Roaming around, she knew exactly which of these doors was the one leading to the man’s room; was it wrong to snoop around unasked, entering another person’s bedroom while they weren’t even present in order to decline or accept the offer to see it? Of course, it was! Her heart was racing just thinking about getting caught -- but all she meant to do was to understand that mysterious Noriyuki a little better and try and get along with him just as well as with the others. The moment she stood in front of the door, she hesitated though; wondering if she shouldn’t just turn back and wait at Akira’s room as she had promised. Shaky hands moved closer and closer towards the handle before she held it tightly, knuckles turning white. She could feel her heartbeat thrusting against her throat, making her dizzy, nauseous. Though, curiosity got the better out of her and she simply opened the door, slowly, but steadily, peeking inside.

The room sure smelled stuffy, but that was probably due to the man not opening his windows to let some fresh air in. Therefore, the girl moved slowly towards a window and opened it while she was in there -- it couldn’t be healthy to sleep with such little oxygen, right?! Her blue hues scanned through the room, not touching anything, as much as she was curious about the man, she really did not want to cross the line (at least not too much, it was quite the rude thing to do just... being there). As she stopped before an array of books, she merely read the back of them without moving them out of place ---- satanism, occult, paranormal, spiritualism, summoning... Yamaguchi sure loved these kind of dark topics, huh? She would keep that in mind next time she wanted to start a conversation with him.

As scary as these things were, she would not ridicule the other for being so fascinated (almost passionate) about it. Everyone had their quirks; while she couldn’t stop talking about anime and idols, Noriyuki surely would start bubbling a little more if she mentioned his favourite topics. While some would call her otaku, she would not do the same and throw labels at the quiet Lizard Hell member.

That’s when her eyes roamed further and spotted an odd thing beside his bed, leaning against the night stand ---- it looked like a board to play with, but she doubted that he was into board games like Monopoly. Despite the fact that she did not mean to touch anything whatsoever, she would inch closer and kneel down onto the ground, pulling out the item, blinking at it for a few moments. “Oui... ja... huh...” She mumbled, tending her head lightly as she sat on the floor, analysing it properly. Being clueless as how to play it, she did notice the latin alphabet aligned in a manner, as if this was some instrument to use for communication. All the while she was trying to decipher the meaning behind this ‘game’, she was way too consumed by it to notice that anyone could’ve returned back to base ---- let alone catching her red-handed while being impatient to wait for anyone to return.

#ic;#fem!;#zozo1yamarp #Bousouzoku!AU

himehimekun

Yellow. She was wearing yellow. | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun

grossbiker:

midousuji & her gang always sat around at a local traditional diner, it was like their own personal hangout – at least, when everyone avoided any table within ten feet of them. normally, the atmosphere was relaxing … quiet even, but tonight it seemed that there was something more going on that night. with the sheer amount of men in suits, it seemed that some kind of family was there tonight. drowning them out, she lifted her glass to her lips – still peering at other’s with beady eyes over the rim. the men in there looked like stereotypical yakuza men, the kind that she hated. they figured that women were not as good as they were when it came to cruel deeds. midousuji begged to differ.

the way that they pushed that poor server around was somewhat irritating – not only because it was pathetic to watch, but that was also the woman that was waiting on their table as well. the more that they yelled at her, the less that she checked on their table to be sure that all glasses were full & that it stayed neat. placing her empty glass on the table, she was willing to wait a few moments for a new one – but the longer that people kept harassing the young waitress, the longer that she would have to wait. what an irritating thing.

after the woman was grabbed, midousuji found herself unable to hold her patience any longer. having these men around was already enough of a pain – now that they were interfering with her relaxing night … well, she wouldn’t sit by and let them step all over lizard hell. standing up tall, she took her glass along with her – simply walking up behind the small waitress. holding her empty drink out in front of the woman’s face, she twirled it ever so slightly to make the ice shift & clink against the glass. “this needs to be fiiiiiillled.” she hissed. the disgusting woman’s gaze fell to the yakuza man holding onto her server. smiling a full tooth grin in the gang members direction, she wasn’t negotiating this with the others. her gaze directly said ‘let her go, or we will have issues’.

Sakamichi knew that she would be in big trouble if the head-waitress caught up to the dispute she and the customer were having (or more so the customer having issues with her, while she tried her best, really); she was not in the mood to get a lecture from someone above her, let alone from a guest ---- it was really embarrassing too, to get belittled like that in front of the other guests ---- all of which started side-eyeing to her, she could feel them scanning her with every word the guy said: ugly, flat, incompetent, dumb; it was as if they made sure to catch on to these facts and to find common ground with these people, but it was really just so humiliating. And she knew that this was exactly what they were going for. If she had a little more confidence, she would’ve probably thrown a drink directly into the man’s face, telling him to calm himself down, sit and wait like anyone else. But truth be told, she never stood up for herself, let alone in front of dangerous people like these guys. More so, she really did not want to disappoint her colleagues...

Her entire body twitched when she saw a glass reached out before her face from behind her, almost stumbling, but the tight grip of the yakuza would not allow for her to fall, even though her knees were giving up on her already. Tilting her head back to look all the way up, she recognised that familiar face -- that woman kept coming with a bunch of men every day to dine in this establishment; it was as if that restaurant was their hangout. She was kind of terrifying, more so than the men, but perhaps it was just her height that made her seem so... so scary. That’s when Onoda realised that this woman must’ve been from a gang or so ---- nobody would pick a fight with yakuza if they weren’t at least in a gang, the attire she wore was not exactly yakuza, if Sakamichi didn’t know better, she was the epitome of the so-called Bousouzoku: long, black hair, black on black, long skirted uniform. As she was scanning her features she did not instantly realise how the situation heated up -- but once she thought about it, she did sense a strange feeling in the air.

“The fuck--?” The man grunted in disgust as he looked at the monstrous looking woman, probably thinking that she might as well be Kuchisake onna if she had worn a face-mask to cover her nose and mouth. After tightening his grip onto her to make sure that she was bruised up properly, he shoved her away, all Onoda managed to do was to stumble and hold herself on a chair to not fall over completely, whimpering to herself in pain, but trying not to cry in front of the guests. “Y-Yes, ma’am...” She bowed to the tall stranger respectfully before grabbing the glass with shaky hands, absolutely scared out of her wits to be dealing with all these criminals at once. For now, all she wanted to do was to go home, huddle up in her bed and cry for a few hours. Her entire body was trembling as she grabbed the other glasses, hurrying to the kitchen as fast as she could. Even though she knew that she was supposed to hurry up, she just waited a few moments in a quiet corner of the kitchen, slid down the wall and let tears roll down her face as quietly as possible. It was not the stress getting to her, but the mental terror she just had to endure from all these sides. Maybe she was not cut out to be a proper waitress? Maybe... she was just really bad at what she was doing? Once she crouched on the ground, she used her kimono’s sleeve to sniffle into the fabric, telling herself to pull it together and stop the crybaby-attitude. Instead, she should be thankful to be working and to make money.

Cleaning her face as properly as she could, Onoda stood up on her shaky legs before she headed over to prepare all the cocktails and -- of course -- the iced water, prepping it all up on a tray before she moved back out of the kitchen and into the dining hall; carefully, she placed the drinks onto the table of the yakuza, not one of them commenting anything about her this time -- not even touching her -- she was kind of relieved, but also scared at the same time: maybe they’d plan to slit her throat after her shift, that’s why they were not interacting with her now?! Moving with the tray that carried nothing but the iced-water, she placed it just as neatly and carefully as she would have with anyone else, bowing to the round of men and the tall woman. “Thank you for your patience, I am sorry for the wait.” Looking around, she knew that she was not checking on the table as much as she should have -- being mostly scared of the few men that were there. One with a freckled face, sullen eyes with deep, dark circles around them, he might not think about anything at all, or perhaps pondering how he would make her disappear in a dumpster. One with high cheekbones, unsure if his eyes were even more sullen and darker than the ones of the previous guy, but he was just as terrifying, a quiet type who may just be picturing ways to get rid of her annoying self. A small blond, he didn’t look as terrifying, but he surely was creepy with that smile, he could’ve as well been one of the grope-guys from the yakuza table, really. Then, there was one with slicked back hair, he looked proper -- almost like a gentleman, but that would not fit in with the rest of the image, right?! And of course -- the black-haired woman, she looked like she could’ve been from one of these J-horror movies... Ju-on, Ringu... right?! Super creepy...

As she shifted her hands nervously on the empty tray that she held before her torso -- almost like a shield -- she bowed her head lightly. “I-Is everything okay? D... Did you enjoy your food? Any more refills?” Her voice was cracking even more than usually, mostly because she had just been crying in the kitchen. But it was not long anymore -- one more hour... just one more hour, and she could go home as fast as she could to her bed.

#ic;#fem!;#Bousouzoku!AU #grossbiker #yellowshewaswearingyellow1midorp

Yellow. She was wearing yellow. | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

@grossbiker

“But they’re terrifying.” -- “Onoda-chan, I put my word in for you, so you could have the tips. They really do give good tips. Just smile, be nice, serve them, and you’re good to go.”

The mid-week night shifts were the worst. At the weekends, usually students and working class was coming in late to celebrate with friends, families or colleagues, they’d eat and drink and behave normally. During the week, however, it was the shadiest figures coming in to have dinner; some of them surely looked like Yakuza, some weren’t that terrifying, but they still gave that... criminal vibe.

Onoda was not used to the late shifts when such characters would pop up and demand a waitress’s service. Gulping hard, she received the plates with food and one to carry the drinks. “Tables 7, 13 and 5... your table 20 will be done afterwards, so hurry back into the kitchen.” The head-waitress said as she was expediting the kitchen and the head chef, shooing the little girl out of the kitchen. Well, little girl -- she was already of age, but she just had that really innocent vibe to her. Trying to balance her plates and drinks as well as she could while wearing such a tightly bound, yellow kimono, it was hard, but she wouldn’t fail -- she was super determined. Serving the plates to each table, she finally arrived at table 13 -- it was a rather tall woman, sitting old-fashioned on her knees by the table as each and every other customer -- she was creepy looking, but not nearly as terrifying as the Yakuza guys... funny, Onoda could swear that she had seen her before ---- but she also would not want to make anything awkward, thus merely sticking to the necessary conversation that she was assigned to do.

Placing her dish and the drink neatly before her, not disturbing as she was reading or writing into a small journal, merely chiming a sweet “There you go, please enjoy your meal.” as she usually would, bowing and then returning back to the kitchen to receive more of the food. “HEY... GIRLIE.” One of the guys in the suit yelled out towards Sakamichi, making her freeze and tremble. “Where’s our food, huh?” Actually mortified, she wasn’t sure how to deal with this, but she tried to do as she was told -- smile, be nice, serve them.

“I am... v-very sorry, sir. The kitchen is backed up, I’m on my way to ask for your orders, sir.” He just offensively waved her off as if she was a fly that needed a smack in the face, so she scurried away into the kitchen, ready to cling onto the head-waitress and beg to go clean the dishes instead, but being the last shift waitress, she was the only one there ---- they were cutting on staff to be able and pay them properly. So, during the weekdays, that late at night, more than one waitress was unnecessary.

“Table 20.” She said lamley as she stacked up the orders on her arms and hands. “Now, go... go!” Sakamichi really wished she wasn’t such a klutz, but she was more so scared to mess up before these scary man ---- moving in a pace that was not too slow and not too fast, she got a good way of balancing things like that. Of course, that was until she felt one of the men by the table slapping her rear and groping it. Not expecting such a lewd action, she gasped and lost balance of the drinks, making them crash down onto the table -- luckily enough, none of the glasses were destroyed, but the drinks were everywhere. Some of the man stood up angrily as their suits were messed up by cocktails and water, glaring down at her. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...” She squealed grabbing for a cloth and going right in to dry up the table and save what could be saved, even offering some napkins to the men in hopes that they could dry off their suits. “I’m really sorry...” -- “You’re a fucking klutz, and a flat one at that too. They gonna give me such a rookie waitress?!?! And an ugly one at that too?!?! I wanna speak to the owner!!!! And you will pay!!!” As he threatened her, he grabbed her by the arm, she was sure that this would leave a bruise, but too scared to even wiggle out of it, she really just hoped for the head-waitress to come out and kick them out, but that was something that would not happen --- Yakuza guys paid good, so that was a nice income for a small business like that. “I’m really sorry, sir... it was not my intention... please, let me go... I have to go back to the kitchen and get your drinks re-done.”

#yellowshewaswearingyellow1midorp #ic;#fem!;#Bousouzoku!AU #grossbiker

himehimekun

アキハバLOVE | Idol/Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun

speedmcn:

naruko knew what it was like to put up a separate face in order to portray a different personality. it wasn’t that the tiger king wasn’t him, it was. though, to him sometimes it all had to be an act. the naruko that went home & cared for his siblings when his mother was too exhausted was not the same one that roamed the streets at night. surely, some in osaka would recognize naruko as his street name & still respect him just the same. but it was a different world than tokyo. just how onoda would have to put up a face an an idol & wear flashy clothes and the likes, he experienced a similar transformation. it was no where near as drastic, but it was certainly a transformation nonetheless. living his entire life seeming strong would have been far too exhausting. being able to go home and play with his siblings like another child was something that brought him great relief – far more than a cigarette or a night of drinking could do for him. it was like he was being reminded that he was still a person & not just a fugitive. unlike onoda, naruko was proud of what he earned himself. coming from a family that has nothing, he was proud to be able to say that he was making money to support his mother & siblings. you could say that he reached a point of desperation – not caring about what he did for cash anymore.

the patch on the back of his jacket was none other than his wild fang symbol – clearly indicating that he was from a gang. it wasn’t normally the patch that gave him away, but his overall attitude & not to mention the leather jacket. to top it off, the osaka accent made him sound even more like a delinquent. considering where he’d been raised & everything he’d been through – his violent reaction to the man’s crudeness would have come as no surprise to most who knew him. actually … to anyone who knew him. he was like a raging fire the moment that anyone struck a nerve on him.

as kind as it may have been – naruko would have done the same for any woman. it was absolutely cruel & heartless to treat a woman with anything but respect in his eyes. he would only ever treat a girl the same way that he expected someone to treat his little sister. if he stuck up for a complete stranger like this, he hoped that someone else would do the same if his younger sister was ever in this situation – & his brothers? he hoped that they would stick up for anyone just the same.

the girl pleading him to calm down was an eye-opener, dropping the man & letting him scurrying off. of course, he wouldn’t want to drag onoda into any kind of trouble. while he didn’t mind having a run in with security or the cops, this poor, nervous-looking woman certainly was not used to negative attention from authorities. stopping himself from any more harsh comments, he quickly bit back any more snarky comments that he had to say. pulling anymore negative attention towards them wouldn’t have been fair to onoda. she already got her apology, so now he had to let himself relax. even if rethinking the whole scene of onoda getting pushed made his blood boil, he had to just let it pass.

allowing her to pull him to the register, naruko was not so fearful of the looks as onoda was. glaring at any one that had the audacity to look at him like some kind of zoo animal, he just wished they’d all mind their own damn business !! his comment quickly ended their bolt for the cashier, clearly catching the woman off-guard. something about her reaction made him think that his comment hit the mark – there was something that she really was trying to hide. freezing up, he tried to read her face ( again, with what little was showing ).

the way that she shook confirmed just what he was assuming. she was using that mask to hide something !! though, like she said, it was definitely not something that he was thinking about. actually, it was far from the idea that he was thinking in his head – of course, she was not going to remove that mask to reveal huge gashes in her face. onoda’s first mistake was to assume that he knew who she was. he was hardly versed in this sort of culture. he didn’t understand that she was someone famous in the anime world – & seeing her face would certainly not change that fact. still standing there in his own confusion, naruko was even more surprised when she would reach out and grab the collar of his jacket. not in a cruel, ‘i want to fight’ way, but rather in a somewhat endearing way. the kind of way that make him incredibly frazzled about the situation.

“wasn’t trying to hide it.” he replied quickly, not pleased with the way that she deflected his question by turning it around on him. he wanted to know what was going on here – not point out the obvious with his leather jacket. narrowing his eyes at the woman, he tried to see through this calm façade that she was putting up. clearly it was just a façade too with the way that it slipped her so quickly. the loud noise startling her so much that she buried her face into his chest – using the sides of his jacket to shield her face.

using this as an opportunity, he reached in & gently pulled down her face mask while the jacket was still shielding her face. though … he was greatly confused as to why the woman was actually hiding her features. she was cute underneath the mask, but that wasn’t the point. he didn’t get why she was actually hiding in the first place. “you’re right, i don’t get it.” while onoda hiding into his jacket should have been a good hint as to what it was that she was hiding – he really didn’t get the culture or anything like that. once he got his look, he replaced the mask back to it’s original position. it was more human to see her without it, but he wouldn’t do anything to out her when he simply didn’t understand.

It stunned her how well he was coping with that kind of attention, even going as far as to stare right back at these people, almost as if he wanted to tell them to back off, as if he was ready to pick another fight ---- surely, he was holding back around her, perhaps he had a little sister and he just got used to being more behaved around a female? She could only wonder, but she was admiring him for that kind of confidence, really. Despite the fact that she (or rather Oukiname-chan) was adored by many, her confidence was actually non-existent. She was -- in the truest sense -- a push-over. Just letting others tell her what to do or what she was supposed to do, mostly because it was her job to do as she was told to. There were many, many times she actually thought about how it would be like to have a boyfriend ---- but then she not only remembered her contract, but also the fact that anyone would only date her for her status, not for herself. So, perhaps it was perfectly fine to have such a contract, therefore not having much freedom in pursuing a relationship. Of course, she could always talk to her producer and she could always talk to her managers, and there would always be a way to support her for when she was ready for a relationship... but the truth was, she kind of... didn’t see it. At least not for Onoda Sakamichi.

Once they met eye-to-eye, she could tell by the way he looked at her that he was not believing her ---- and more so, that she made herself more suspicious than she wanted to. Nervously, she toyed with the collar of his jacket still, trying to seem as calm as she could, but she was really bad at hiding her emotions. Just by the way he curtly replied to her attempt at misleading his thoughts, she knew that he was not pleased with the little (to none) information he received from her. “I know, you’re not trying to hide that... you wouldn’t wear it on the back of your jacket, if you wanted to keep it a secret... I’m sorry...” She apologised for messing up that whole explanation, lowering her head lightly in defeat. It was kind of... rude, wasn’t it? To point that out and compare it to her situation. He was flaunting with what he had, but she thought that maybe she was not clear enough with her thoughts; she really had to train to articulate her thoughts more properly. “But I am sure that you have a very nice side of you too -- aside from your hot-headed temper. You have a good heart, but I think, showing a good heart in your circles would be a defeat.” Peeking up, she shook her head softly. “I don’t think it’s a defeat to be gentle. You’ve protected me, in a way. And that was the first time someone was this nice to me.” She was not even exaggerating ---- the only times people were nice was when she had her idol persona mode on ---- it was kind of depressing. “I don’t mind seeing your rough side, I don’t mind seeing your kind side. I guess, both are you. Just do me a favour and never be ashamed of your soft side. ‘Cause... sometimes... you can forget yourself on the way.” Trying to explain her own feelings and thoughts and projecting them onto the redhead was one of the only ways she could manage, though shaking her head once more as she looked down. “Actually, nevermind. I was just rambling and babbling nonsense. I am sorry.”

When she thought that it was all over and done with ---- that finally, the time has come for her identity to be revealed to the man ---- it was as if her life passed right before her eyes... almost made her dizzy and short on breath. Her hands trembled poorly when she held onto his jacket so tightly, wanting to be eaten alive by the floor underneath her and disappear into a world where nobody would ever again call her ‘Oukiname-chan’, a world where people would actually look at Onoda Sakamichi and say ‘Nice to meet you, let’s be friends!’. But all the while she was practically hyperventilating about anyone finding out about her presence in this very store, she felt the man’s fingers tenderly hook on the strings of her facemask. She didn’t fight back, not wanting to cause a scene, but she felt her heart drop into her stomach and down to the ground for sure ---- was he checking her face out with the figurine that stood in the corner of the store? Was he finally getting it?! Inside her head it was a rumbling noise, a conversation between her (if you could call it such, it was mostly just yelling and screaming), ‘You’re done for!!! He will know!’ -- ‘Please, don’t let him get it, please don’t...’ -- ‘I just want him to be nice to me for myself, not for Oukiname-chan!!!’, the excitement surely made her cheeks flush up intensely, not to mention how her heart was practically beating and thrusting against her throat, it was hard to breathe, hard to swallow.

Unable to read his thoughts, but seeing the confusion, she waited for him to speak up at last ---- “You’re right, I don’t get it.” ---- the words echoing in the back of her head as she calmly blinked up at him, trying to read his eyes if he was just saying one thing and thinking another, but truly... he must’ve been clueless. Feeling how he put the mask back in place, she exhaled softly and rolling her head down, “よかった” she sighed in relief, her arms feeling so heavy from the stress she just endured that she was unable to hold up his jacket anymore, more so tugging on the material as her arms sunk, she was sure, if she didn’t hold onto him like that, her knees would’ve given up unto the weight she felt on herself, giggling quietly. “I’m glad that you don’t get it...” She moved away from him and nodded her head towards the cashier as a sign for them to get out of the store sooner than later.

Waiting for Naruko to put the boxes onto the counter, she politely greeted the cashier, though he practically ignored her ---- of course, the guy must think that she was just the accessory-girlfriend while the merchandise was actually all Shoukichi’s. It was nothing new to be rendered in these stereotypical ideas of people, but it would not change her attitude to be as nice as she could be to anyone. Even a grumpy cashier. Paying for the figurine must’ve been an eye-opener to the guy, but she really just didn’t care. Waiting for the boxes to be packed into bags, she took hers, spoke her ‘goodbye’s to the man as she waited for the redhead before they’d walk out of the store together.

Just by the door, she glanced over to the group of nerds who gathered around her figurine and vividly discussed matters to each other. “No, you don’t understand, man, if i met Oukiname-chan, I would ask her to be my girlfriend!” -- “Dream on, buddy, she probably would date an idol, man... like someone really handsome...” Sakamichi stood there and looked over at these men, wondering just why they were so sure that they’d want to date a fake-persona. What was it that was so lovable about Oukiname-chan that she was missing? She was her, sharing the same body. “Pffff, an idol guy ---- they have strict contracts about dating anyway...” -- “SO DOES SHE PROBABLY, YOU MORON.” -- “Just grab the DVD already and let’s pay...”

Once they took what they wanted and went off, she still stood there, staring at the smiling life-size figure of Oukiname-chan, feeling a twist in her stomach; it was not fair. She hated it so much. She hated them. It was so cruel to think that way -- it was cruel to think that she hated her fans ---- but they were disgusting. Not the girls, no, they were looking up to her and just tried their best to behave. But the men... they were really... primitive apes. Moving towards the installation then, she took a look at the DVD case, at the images of herself -- trained smiles, trained poses, trained dances, trained song lyrics... it was like looking at an elaborate lie, really. Lost in thoughts, she really wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, though looking over to Naruko shortly, as if she wanted him to come closer and take a look himself. She really was curious now. “What do you think of her, Oukiname-chan? She’s a really popular idol...” She lamely said, knowing that he probably didn’t know her (surely, a gang guy had better things to do than scream about idols, she presumed), so she... wanted to see his reaction.

#ic;#akihabalove1narukorp #speedmcn #Idol!AU #Bousouzoku!AU #fem!;

inkymint

forgot to post this from last night! narusaka+holding hands for ywpd69

makishimayu

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