Hii!! I just requested 12 + J + đžđ„ and pls make it a fem reader :3 smth like reader izana and kakucho were both in the same orphanage and after years they see eachtoher again, like kakucho gets badly injured in a fight so he goes to her cuz he stalked her address and just knocks on her door or smth like that! Again, I love ur writing sm!! Pls never stop writing
Tysm for your request and kind words, I hope youâll like it! I took the liberty of making it Bonten! Kakucho
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It was 3am when you heard the first knock on your door. You had been unable to find sleep, for a reason that escaped you.
You wondered if you should ignore it. You werenât waiting for anyone, and the late hour made you nervous. Perhaps it was a neighbor? Maybe they needed help? That thought encouraged you to go see.
You walked slowly, as if scared that an intruder might hurt you if you made any noise. The person knocked again, softer this time. As you looked through the peephole, your face drained colors.
A face you hadnât seen in years now, taller and older, but unmistakable. It wasnât the dark hair or the eyes, but the scar. So familiar you felt your hands shake.
Kakucho.
The orphanage was a place of dirty walls and shared grief. But for a huge part of your life, it had been your whole world. Especially them. Izana and Kakucho.
It all came back in flashes. The meals you shared, the night where they comforted you because you were scared of the dark, the promises made. The promise to never leave each other.
Izana was the first one to leave, you never heard of his again after. Kakucho followed soon after. You remembered his tone the day he left. The way he said it was for the better, that they were in a path you couldnât follow. It was the last time you heard of them.
You hesitated, but ultimately opened the door. You couldnât see him more clearly now.
His hair was slightly longer, he had grown tall, and his eyes no longer had that light in them. But that wasnât your concern right now. The small light of your living room made his figure clearer, and now you could see it. His bloodied shoulder, his busted lip, his bruised knuckles. You felt your head spin, lips burning with questions that wouldnât come out. He broke the stupor.
- "Can I come in?.." His voice was hardened by whatever heâd gone through, but there was a crack at the edge of it.
You swallowed thickly, not uttering a word as you opened the door wider. It might have been dangerous. After all, you hadnât seen him in years. For all you knew, he could hurt you. But something in his eyes, that affection buried under the harshness of his expression, barely visible, made you reconsider.
He stepped inside your apartment, immediately leaning against the wall with a pained groan. This made you panic again, and you urged him to sit on the couch.
When you closed the door behind him, the silence became heavier. Years of unanswered questions stood between you, but the blood running down his arm forced them aside for now.
Kakucho followed your gaze toward the couch but didnât move immediately. His eyes wandered across the small apartment, taking in the books scattered on the table, the half-finished cup of tea beside your bed, every insignificant detail of the life you had built without him.
- "You live alone?"
- "You donât get to disappear for years and come back interrogating me."
The sharpness in your voice made him look at you again. For a second, something almost guilty passed through his expression, then he lowered himself onto the couch without arguing.
You retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom and knelt beside him. Up close, the damage looked worse. His jacket had hidden most of it, but the fabric of his shirt was torn around his shoulder, wet with blood. It looked way worse under direct light. You grabbed your phone, typing a number.
- "I-I should call an ambulanceâŠ"
But before you could hit the call button, he grabbed the phone with such force that it made you flinch. You looked at him, the understanding of the situation coming slowly.
- "No ambulance. No police, no doctors, nothing. Iâm fine." He let out another pained groan he tried to suppress.
- "Do you think Iâm stupid?! You clearly arenât!"
Your voice was shaky, and your eyes were burning. It was all too much. Seeing him again after so many years, the wound on his shoulder that looked serious, the fact he didnât want anyone else involved for some unclear yet obviously grim reason. You let out a shuddering breath, trying to calm down.
- "Take off your shirt, stay here while I get⊠I donât know, anythingâŠ"
You moved quickly, the bathroom was so small you barely searched before finding the first aid kit that you never even had to use before. Would it even be enough? You swallowed to anxiety, going back to the main room.
When you came back, he was shirtless. You tried not to stare at the body revealed beneath it, but it was impossible not to notice how much he had changed. The skinny boy from the orphanage had grown broad and strong, his skin marked by scars you had never seen. But something else caught your eyes. The tattoo on the left side of his chest. A symbol you knew too well from frightening news on TV and whispers. Subconsciously, you took a step back.
He looked at you, something like hurt flashing on his face, before he quickly buried it.
- "Im sorry⊠you shouldnât have to see this. I just⊠I had to see you."
You were still shaking, but his words seemed so honest. You shouldâve said no. You shouldâve asked him to leave, and maybe called the police after. But you couldnât. Not when he was looking at you like that. Maybe underneath it all, he was still the same person you knew.
You sat down next to him, the smell of antiseptic quickly filling the room. The wound looked like a knife injury. You didnât ask, you were scared of the answer.
- "How did you find where I lived?.."
Assuming both Kakucho and the reader are adults.
- "How did you find where I lived?.."
Kakucho didnât answer immediately. His eyes followed the movement of your hands as you soaked a piece of gauze in antiseptic, his expression tightening before you even pressed it against the wound.
- "I looked for you."
- "That doesnât explain how you got my address."
He exhaled slowly through his nose, remaining unnaturally still while you cleaned the blood from his shoulder. You knew it hurt from the tension in his jaw, but he didnât complain. Kakucho had always been like that, even as a child. He would hide scraped knees and bruises until you noticed them yourself, convinced that admitting pain would only make him a burden.
- "I found you a few months ago." He eventually admitted. "I followed you home."
Your hand stopped against his skin, eyes finding his.
- "You followed me?"
- "Only once."
The answer came too quickly. You narrowed your eyes, and he looked away.
- "A few timesâŠ" He corrected quietly. "I needed to know you were safe."
- "You knew where I lived for months, but you never thought about knocking?"
There was more hurt in your voice than anger now. Kakucho noticed, his gaze returning to your face as you began wrapping the bandage around his shoulder.
- "I thought about it every time." He muttered.
- "Then why didnât you?"
His uninjured hand curled into a fist against his thigh. He had walked into your home covered in blood without flinching, yet that simple question seemed to unsettle him more than the knife wound.
- "Because I couldnât handle the thought of putting you in danger."
Your fingers faltered. You tied the bandage off more slowly, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting. Kakuchoâs knees bracketed yours, his bare chest only a few inches away, every scar across his body illuminated by the weak light of your living room.
- "You left meâŠ" You whispered. "You and Izana decided I couldnât follow you, and neither of you even gave me a choice." Your voice was shaking a bit now.
Pain crossed his face, too open to mistake for anything else.
- "We were already involved in things that wouldâve destroyed your life."
- "And you think disappearing didnât?"
Kakucho lowered his eyes. There was no defense he could offer, and he knew it.
You should have remained angry. You had spent years imagining everything you would say if you ever saw him again, but none of those fantasies had included him sitting half-naked on your couch, exhausted and looking at you like this was the only place he had felt safe in a while.
Your fingers moved toward his face before you could reconsider. You carefully wiped the dried blood from his split lip, and Kakucho became completely still beneath your touch.
- "Why tonight?"
His eyes lifted to yours, the silence stretching painfully.
- "The fight went wrong. I didnât know how bad the wound was, and IâŠ" He paused, visibly struggling with the admission. "I wanted to see you in case I didnât get another chance."
The cloth slipped from your hand.
- "Donât say that."
- "Itâs the truth."
- "You donât get to come back into my life just to die in my apartment."
Your voice broke, and Kakuchoâs expression changed immediately. His hand rose to your face, hesitating for a brief second before his thumb brushed beneath your eye.
- "Iâm sorry."
The softness of his touch hurt more than the apology. You leaned into his palm despite yourself, and the familiarity of the gesture made your chest ache. His hands were rougher now, his knuckles bruised and calloused, but you still remembered those same fingers laced through yours beneath thin orphanage blankets whenever you were frightened.
- "I waited for youâŠ" Your voice was barely a whisper, the admission hurting your chest.
His breath caught, barely audible. Kakuchoâs fingers slid behind your neck, but he didnât pull you closer. He only held you there, leaving the remaining distance between you untouched.
- "I never stopped wanting to come back."
You kissed him before he could say anything else.
For a moment, he seemed too surprised to react. Then his hand tightened gently behind your neck, and he kissed you back with years of restraint breaking beneath the surface. His mouth moved against yours carefully at first, as though he feared one wrong movement might make you regret it, but the sound you made when his tongue brushed yours destroyed what remained of his control.
He drew you closer until your knees pressed against the couch. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and the kiss deepened, becoming hungry without turning careless. Even now, Kakucho touched you as though he couldnât forget how easily this could disappear.
You climbed onto his lap before remembering the wound. His face tightened when your hand landed too close to his injured shoulder, and you immediately pulled back.
- "We shouldnât. Youâre hurt."
- "Iâve been hurt before."
- "Thats notâŠ" You sighed, looking away.
You tried to move, but his hands settled around your waist. He didnât force you to remain there, only held you loosely enough that you could leave whenever you wanted.
- "I wonât do anything you donât want." He said. "But donât stop because you think I donât want this."
His gaze lowered to your mouth, and the hunger there made warmth spread through your body.
- "Youâre bleeding through the bandage." You stated, voice stern.
- "Then stay right hereâŠ" His voice was low, hands massaging your waist while you stayed on his lap.
Despite everything, a startled laugh escaped you. The corner of his mouth lifted, and for the first time that night, you caught a glimpse of the boy you remembered. Kakucho watched your reaction, his expression softening before you kissed him again.
His hands slipped beneath your nightshirt, palms spreading over your waist and moving slowly upward. You shivered as his thumbs traced the underside of your breasts, and he paused long enough to search your face for uncertainty.
You answered by lifting your arms and letting him pull the shirt over your head. Kakucho stared openly. The intensity of his gaze made you instinctively try to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists gently and lowered them.
- "Please donât."
The quiet sincerity in his voice stopped you. He released your hands and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the center of your chest before trailing kisses toward one breast. His tongue circled your nipple, and your hips shifted against him before you could control the movement.
His breath left him roughly. You could feel him hardening beneath you, the pressure trapped between your thighs and his trousers. Pleasure tightened low in your stomach. You gripped his hair as he sucked gently, his tongue working over the sensitive peak before his teeth grazed it. The sharp sensation made you rock against him again, and his hands immediately closed around your hips.
He guided you over the growing hardness beneath you, his forehead briefly resting against your chest as a strained breath escaped him.
- "Youâre making it difficult to be careful."
- "Stop talking."
You caught his mouth again while your fingers worked at his belt. Kakucho helped you open his trousers, lifting his hips just enough for you to push them down with his underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. The sight made your mouth dry.
You wrapped your fingers around him, and his entire body tensed. Kakucho rarely allowed his expression to betray him, but his eyes closed when you stroked upward, thumb spreading the precum over the head.
His hand slipped beneath your shorts in retaliation. Rough fingertips pushed your underwear aside and moved through the wetness gathered between your thighs. You gasped into his mouth when he found your clit, rubbing it with slow, controlled circles that immediately weakened the rhythm of your hand.
He watched your face closely, learning from every change in your breathing. One finger eased inside you, curling until your thighs tightened around his hips. When he added another, the stretch forced your forehead against his uninjured shoulder.
- "Is that good?" He muttered, his voice rough with desire.
You nodded and he picked up the pace, kissing your temple as his fingers moved deeper while his thumb worked over your clit. The pleasure built too quickly, sharpened by the years of wanting him that you had refused to acknowledge. Your hips moved against his hand, and he watched you with an almost reverent hunger until you caught his wrist.
- "I want you⊠Please."
His composure cracked. He withdrew his fingers and reached for his trousers, finding a condom in his wallet. You watched him roll it down his length before lifting yourself above him, your knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hips. Kakucho held your waist as you guided him to your entrance.
The thick head pushed inside, stretching you slowly enough to make your breath shake. Kakuchoâs fingers flexed against your waist, but he didnât rush you, his jaw tight with the effort of remaining still.
You sank down inch by inch until he was fully buried inside you. The fullness made your thighs tremble, and Kakucho released a rough groan, his forehead falling against yours.
- "Fuck⊠I thought about this too many timesâŠ"
You kissed him, allowing yourself a moment to adjust before lifting your hips. The first movement drew a broken breath from him. You repeated it, slowly finding a rhythm, the drag of his cock sending heat through your stomach each time you lowered yourself.
Kakucho tried to let you remain in control, but his restraint weakened quickly. His uninjured hand tightened around your hip, guiding your movements while he thrust upward to meet you. The deeper angle made you cry out, your nails digging into his chest as pleasure shot through you.
He kissed you hard, swallowing the sound while his hand slipped between your bodies. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in time with each thrust until your rhythm became desperate and uneven.
Your thighs burned, but Kakucho held you steady, fucking up into you with increasing force. The quiet man who had barely spoken at your door was gone now, replaced by something rawer, his control stripped away by every tightening of your body around him.
- "Kakucho⊠Iâm close."
His pace became more focused. He watched your face as his thumb moved faster, thrusting deep enough to make your breath break.
The tension snapped suddenly. Pleasure tore through you, your body clenching around him while his name left your mouth. Kakucho pulled you against his chest and continued moving through it, his rhythm finally losing its precision.
He came with a low groan against your neck, holding you tightly as his hips jerked beneath you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your breathing slowly settled, and Kakuchoâs hand traced your back with unexpected tenderness.
Then you noticed the fresh blood seeping through his bandage.
- "Youâre an idiot."
He chuckled weakly, kissing you neck with uncharacteristic softness.
You carefully climbed off him and cleaned both of you before replacing the ruined gauze. Kakucho accepted your scolding without protest, sitting at the edge of your bed while you worked.
When you finally lay down, he hesitated beside you as though he still expected to be told to leave. You lifted the blanket instead.
- "You donât get to leave nowâŠ"
His eyes remained fixed on you, hesitation crossing his face. You knew what that meant. The risk, the danger that followed him everywhere, but you couldnât care less right now.
You touched the scar beside his eye, letting your thumb follow its familiar path.
- "I need to know what happened⊠what is gonna happen, too."
Kakucho nodded, then pulled you carefully against his uninjured side. His lips pressed against your forehead, and his arm tightened around your waist.
- "Iâll tell you whatever you want."
For the first time in years, you fell asleep without wondering where he was, without worrying.
Just a small message for everyone that has requested an event fic: first of all, thank you! Itâs heartwarming to see people still enjoy my writing. Second of all, I apologize if it seems like it takes long. I received a dozen of requests, and I will do my best to write them all! Just give me some time :)
"16+N+đ„ if u can do it it would be wonderful đđ"
Here you go love, thanks for your request 𫶠I feel like this is longer than usual, ig I was inspired
Hanma x reader (childhood friends to lovers)
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You were exhausted, climbing the stairs to your apartment slowly, only wanting to get into bed.
The day was long. You had to prepare for a presentation in front of your whole class, which didnât particularly excite you, and the customers from the bar you worked at were unusually annoying. In the middle of that, a coworker asked you out. In the middle of the rush, you said youâd think about it.
Now the only thing keeping you from a good night of sleep was your door, and the suspicious sound of the TV in your apartment. Which wasnât suspicious at all, actually. You knew who was there.
You sighed, taking out your keys and entering your small apartment. Sure enough, Shuji was sitting comfortably on your couch, feet on the table.
- "Why are you here." You glared, eyes immediately lowering to the shoes on your table.
He didnât even look up from the TV, hand reaching for his beer, your beer technically.
- "You have me a key, sweetheart."
- "For emergencies."
- "My cableâs out, thatâs an emergency."
Usually, you already wouldâve been ranting about the intrusion, the feet on the table, and your last beer half empty in his hand. Tonight, you just sighed, dropping your bag on the counter with excessive heaviness.
- "Whatever. Take your shoes off at least."
That made him finally look at you.
- "Damn, you look horrible."
You stared at him, bags under your eyes, hair messy, and groaned.
- "Thanks, asshole."
You walked closer and grabbed the beer from his hand, taking a sip.
- "And thatâs mine."
You dropped on the couch, finally letting yourself unwind from the day. You felt your phone buzzing. Another text from that coworker. You ignored it with a loud sigh.
He glanced at you once more before stealing the phone from your hands, putting it out of reach. He read the text and smirked.
- "This one giving you trouble?"
You didnât even tried to take the phone back, laying back on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
- "No⊠Heâs niceâŠ" You said half heartedly.
- "Yeah, that means heâs boring."
You glared, grabbing the phone back.
- "That means heâs niceâŠ"
He stared at you, the sound of the TV completely forgotten.
- "Both are often true at the same time."
You didnât say anything. You didnât really have the energy, but you also didnât have any reason to protest. That dude was boring, after all. Not particularly striking in any way, not making your heart race or your mind replay your interactions. He was just⊠there.
His smile widened as he leaned closer.
- "And you donât need nice, sweetheart."
- "You donât know what I need."
You glanced back at him, your heart skipping a beat. He was close, and his eyes had that intensity you knew so well. The kind that felt dangerous.
- "Seriously? You wound me. Itâs not like Iâve known you for years now. And honestly, all your failed relationships are starting to get boring."
You took the jab, remaining silent. Not only you were used to it from him, but also, he wasnât completely wrong. You froze as you felt his fingers thread through your hair.
- "Nah, you donât need nice or sweet. You need someone who knows how to handle you. Someone who challenges you." His tone was lower now, not serious yet. Never serious, actually. But the words remained stuck in your mind.
After all, you had thought about it. All the guys you met lacked something. Something that made your heart race, something that made you laugh uncontrollably until tears, something that made your thighs press together without even touching you. You only knew one person that had that something. Even if you never admitted it to yourself.
You looked up, frowning defensively.
- "Your point?"
He sighed, though that was more for show than from actual annoyance. He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, pulling slightly.
- "My point? You already know who handles you best."
For a few seconds, you only stared at him. His fingers were still tangled loosely in your hair, the strand wrapped around them held with just enough tension to keep your attention on him. His smile remained lazy, crooked at the edges, like he had merely made another one of his stupid jokes. But he wasnât laughing. That was what made your stomach twist.
- "Youâre so full of yourselfâŠ" You muttered.
- "Usually."
His eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to yours. It was quick enough that you could have pretended not to notice. But you didnât.
- "And what exactly makes you think you could handle me?" It came out more quietly than you intended.
Shujiâs smile sharpened, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes, like he had been waiting years for you to finally ask the right question.
- "I know what pisses you off." His fingers slid through your hair, settling against the back of your neck. "I know when youâre lying. I know when youâre bored⊠ainât that enough?"
- "Iâm never bored when youâre around because you make my life unbearable."
- "Exactly."
You rolled your eyes, but you didnât move away. That seemed to interest him more than any answer could have.
He leaned closer, but not enough to kiss you, only enough that the warmth of his breath reached your lips. The familiar scent of cigarettes and the beer he had stolen from you filled the space between you.
You had been close to him countless times before. You had slept beside him as children when thunderstorms rattled your windows. You had cleaned blood from his face after fights, shoved him away when he deliberately annoyed you, fallen asleep against his shoulder on late trains. None of it had ever felt like this.
- "You knowâŠ" He murmured. "for someone who thinks Iâm full of shit, youâre not exactly trying to get away."
- "Youâre in my apartment."
- "And?"
- "And maybe Iâm too tired to throw you out."
- "That must be it."
His thumb moved once against the side of your neck, barely anything, but your pulse jumped beneath it anyway. His eyes sharpened, his smile widened. Of course that bastard noticed.
You felt your cheeks heat up, and looked away, annoyed by his sudden perceptiveness.
- "Shut up⊠Iâm going to sleep."
You tried to get up, your cheeks too red to face him, but he caught your wrist and pulled you right back down. Except this time, you dropped right on his lap.
The TV behind was completely forgotten, for a moment, there was only your heartbeat ringing in your ears and the feeling of his hand on your waist.
The air thickened noticeably, and while you squirmed from the heat of it, he watched you with amusement. You realized he liked putting you in this embarrassing situation, but this time, you didnât dislike it as much.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his. It was slow and warm, but he didnât answer. Just letting you move your lips against his. You pulled away, frowning, thinking that you had misread the situation somehow. But you barely had the time to get yourself together that his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you back down into a searing kiss.
- "Where do you think youâre goinâ?.." He muttered against your mouth, swallowing the sound of your surprise.
You kissed him back fiercely, too into it to let your tired body get away from his hold. Your hands settled on his shoulders, hips shifting closer until there wasnât an inch of space between the two of you, and the movement made his grip tighten. You felt him hard beneath you, unmistakable even through his jeans, and the smug curve of his mouth returned the second he noticed you freeze.
- "Still tired, sweetheart?"
You hated him a little for sounding so pleased, but not enough to stop rocking against him. His head tipped back against the couch, a rough breath leaving him as his hands moved beneath your shirt. The familiarity between you made everything worse, he knew exactly where you were sensitive from years of poking, tickling and irritating you, except now his fingers dragged over those places slowly, making your skin tingle for an entirely different reason.
Your shirt disappeared somewhere near the coffee table, followed by your bra. Shuji stared without shame, his palms covering your tits before his thumbs brushed over your nipples. The slow pleasure made you arch into him, and his grin widened.
- "Knew youâd be fun."
You pulled him into another kiss before he could become even more unbearable, fumbling with the hem of his shirt while he pushed your skirt up around your hips. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding the damp fabric of your underwear, and the laugh that left him was quieter this time, edged with genuine hunger.
- "All that over one kiss?" He teased, still smug.
- "Shut up."
He pushed your panties aside and dragged two fingers through your wetness, watching your expression far too closely as he circled your clit. The teasing stopped once he found the pressure that made your thighs tighten around him. He repeated it relentlessly, slipping one finger inside you and curling it until your forehead dropped against his shoulder.
You had seen those hands bloodied and bruised after fights more times than you could count. You never expected them to feel so good.
A second finger stretched you open while his mouth worked along your throat. The pleasure came in waves, your hips moving against his hand without shame now, until he pulled away just before you could fall apart. You whimpered, glaring at him through uneven breaths.
- "You piece ofâŠ"
- "Donât worry. Iâm not done."
He lifted you long enough to free himself from his jeans, then reached into his wallet for a condom. Watching him roll it on made the reality of what you were doing settle heavily in your stomach, but the desire was stronger.
- "You scared, doll?"
You answered by lowering yourself onto him. The stretch stole your breath, forcing you to pause with your nails digging into his shoulders. Shujiâs jaw tightened beneath his smile, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to steady you rather than push.
- "FuckâŠ" He breathed, eyes fixed on where your bodies met. "Youâve been holding out on me."
Once you adjusted, you began moving, slowly at first, then harder when his hips started meeting yours. The couch creaked beneath you, the forgotten television filling the room with meaningless noise while he fucked up into you with increasing impatience.
He was still Shuji, laughing when you lost your rhythm, biting your shoulder when you told him to shut up, but the way he watched you was too focused to be casual. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing quickly until your hips stuttered. You were dangerously close now, and you could feel he was too.
- "Shu⊠Donât stopâŠ"
Your thighs started hurting from that much movement. He seemed to notice it, hands tightening around your hips.
- "Just like that, doll⊠doinâ so fucking goodâŠ"
The praise made you shake slightly, his eyes glimmering with that familiar amusement of his, like he had just discovered a button he couldnât wait to press.
He left it aside for now, too busy watching you, and himself, fall apart against each other. His hand went down to find your clit again, his thumb circling it with precision. You buried your face in his neck, letting out a small, shuddered breath as your thighs shook from the orgasm.
He thrusted up a few times, his own body tensing before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down fully against him.
For a while, neither of you moved. Then he reached for your abandoned beer and took a sip.
- "SoâŠ" he started, still buried inside you. "you texting boring guy back?"
You snatched the bottle away, frowning. Of course he had to ruin the moment.
- "Get out."
His laugh shook beneath you as his arms tightened around your waist, face buried in your collarbone.
- "Nah. Cableâs still out."
I must admit Iâm not particularly satisfied with this one, it feels really fragmented and a bit rushed but honestly I never write fics in one go, sorry đ hope yall still enjoyed it.
Can i request a reader that playing hard to get and izana keep sending her signals thats hes into her but soon he start losing his patience ,and tysmmm , i love you â€ïžâ€ïž"
Thank you for your request, hope youâll like it đ«¶
Izana hated that feeling. He had his way of living and hated that his feelings interfered with it. Never get too close, closeness hurts. Closeness is weak. Take whatever you want, even if you break it in the process.
You defied these rules, and that annoyed him deeply.
When you were there, he felt like his heart softened, disgustingly so. At first he tried to ignore it. It worked pretty well at first, until it didnât.
His mind wandered to the image of you constantly, his eyes searched for you in crowds, his hands clenched into fists when you talked with another man⊠it was getting worse. Distracting him from his goals. So he decided the cleanest way to end this distraction was to have you for himself. And it wasnât easy.
He started looking at you more frankly, not with annoyance in his eyes, but with a quiet intensity, a lingering hunger he didnât bother to hide. You ignored it most of the time, even when his gaze felt heavy on your shoulders.
He started walking you back home, even though you never asked. Even though he never asked either. He just walked beside you silently, waiting for you to say something, do something. You never did.
It wasnât that you werenât interested, or that you were blind to his intentions. You just⊠wanted to make him work for it a little. He, who was so used to people bowing to his every whim. Who was used to getting whatever he wanted through violence.
Neither of those could apply here.
The stillness of this situation was broken one night. After having one too many of your favorite drink at the bar, you were talking with another man who didnt even try hiding his interest. Which, when Izana was here, was a bad idea.
He glanced at the two of you, a warning in his eyes. He was being patient, for once. You saw it clearly, and decided to mess with him a little. You placed your hand on that guyâs shoulder, whispering in his ear something that didnât really mattered.
But it seemed to matter for Izana, since he got up, silently walking over you two.
- "Get the fuck away from her." His tone was calm, too calm.
You knew this kind of calm, the one that preceded Izana going violent. You didnât want that to happen at the bar, so you tried to push the guy off gently, but he spoke before you could do anything.
- "Huh? Is she your girl mate? I donât think so. Get lost."
You didnât have time to react properly before Izana grabbed the guy by the collar, pinning him against the nearest wall.
- "S-Shit⊠Izana!" You called out, not wanting the situation to escalate further.
He ignored you, but the bouncer stopped him before he could punch the guy.
You were both kicked out of the bar. The night was cold, and you were shivering outside in your dress.
- "Are you insane, Izana?! What was that!" Your voice was a bit shaky, partly from anger, but also from anxiousness. You were the one that started this up.
- "I thought youâd be smarter than that, but you like pissing me off, huh?" His voice was truly furious. The only time youâve seen him mad, there was always that coldness. This seemed more⊠emotional.
You swallowed thickly, eyes flicking away from his face.
- "That doesnât give you the right to do something like that! Itâs not like weâre dating anyway!"
That sentence was followed by a huge silence. For a moment, the only sound you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears, and the honking of cars far away.
He took a step closer, his eyes intense.
- "Yeah? And whyâs that?" His voice was calmer now, but still irritated. "Does that amuse you? Playing around like that? Making me insane?"
This time, you didnât know what to answer. Yes, it amused you. Thatâs why you did it. But you didnât expect it to go that far. You didnât really expect him to reach this way.
You shivered again, but the cold was the last thing on your mind. Right now, it was only the chilling tone of his voice.
He stayed silent, watching you like a hawk, then stepped closer again. He took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders.
- "Iâm bringing you home. Donât pull that shit again."
He started walking away, expecting you to follow. You did, strangely. You didnât know what else to say during the walk, steps echoing in the narrow street. But even after what happened, heâd sometimes glanced back at you, making sure you were still there.
He ended up slowing down until you caught up with him.
- "I⊠I didnât know you were soâŠ" The word got stuck in your throat.
- "Attached?" His voice was calmer while saying it, making it even weirder.
You stopped in your tracks, looking at him with surprised eyes. Of course you knew. But knowing it and hearing it from Izana himself were two different things. He put his hands in his pockets, continuing to walk.
I feel like Ran and Rindo could never have that problem of falling for the same woman. Like, I think their types are fundamentally different.
Ran doesnât want to feel like heâs carrying the whole relationship on his shoulders. He would be into women that hold their grounds, take initiative and spoil him a bit. Being the eldest already put a lot on his plate since he was young, even though he never was the perfect brother, he had some responsibilities Rindo didnât have.
On the opposite, Rindo wants a girlfriend who can rely on him. Maybe someone softer whom he can take care of. He has a protective streak and thrive on being a pillar for her. It might honestly be his ego, but heâd want to make his girl feel safe. He likes being useful, he likes feeling like heâs her person.
Hi, I really liked your nsfw hcs for izana! Would you mind doing M and U? Thank you!
Of course love! Here you go
NSFW alphabet continuation : Izana Kurokawa
nsfw under the cut
Motivation (what turns him on/gets him going)
Jealousy. If he sees some guy flirting with you, you can be sure heâll be clingier that night.
Seeing you desperate. Fuels his ego like nothing else. Loves to see your reactions.
Emotional talks. If you try to dig in too deep, depending on the timeline you might end up in bed. Would rather talk about your loans than his feelings.
Unfair (How much to they tease/edge/deny)
Truly depends. I feel like he could be mean. Often. I think he might be the type to deny you until you ask properly, or until you beg enough. He wouldnât be above ruined orgasms too. Sometimes heâs also straight to the point too, overstimulating you on the way. Yeah heâs mean in bed.
So I originally was writing this for Ran but I realized halfway through it might fit Hanma better and rewrote a bit. Sorry if at some points it feels more like Ran, I was too lazy to rewrite everything.
A/n : I stopped writing for a long while so sorry if this doesnât seem as good or different or idk, donât hesitate to tell me if I made mistakes (I got lazy at the end and I think it showsâŠ)
NSFW under the cut, just smut with not plot whatsoever
Hanma could be a piece of shit in bed. You often realized it too late.
You were red and sweaty under him, because for some reason he decided to put in some work tonight. You hated it and loved it at the same time.
He was already inside you, his thrusts slow and deep like he was trying to make you insane. You angled your face to the side, trying to hide the effect he had on you, because he was always insufferable about it.
- âEyes up here, doll.â He purred, his hand finding your chin to turn your face back to him.
You could barely look him in the eye, as you were already teary from the long minutes he spent teasing you, thumb on your clit drawing slow circles. Slow enough to keep you in edge.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
- âShuji⊠pleaseâŠâ
You hated how soft your voice sounded right now, it gave him grounds to be even more obnoxious.
- âPlease what? You canât even use your words anymore?â
He gave a deeper thrust, staying still for a moment, taking in the sight of you, all flushed and breathless.
- âYeah... Thatâs what I thought⊠I already fucked you dumb, huh?â
You didnât even need to open your eyes to see the smug expression on his face. It was everywhere in his voice. But at this point, your dignity was on the floor with your clothes.
- âMoreâŠâ You muttered, trying to bury your face in his neck.
He didnât let you, of course. Shuji never let you hide. He straightened up, trying to find a position that would give him more control than he already had.
- âYouâre being greedy now⊠Iâm already givinâ you plenty.â
He started moving again, your pussy making a noise so wet and obscene he stopped for a second. He smirked, his thumb slowing down then leaving your clit, caressing the area around his cock. You flinched again, thighs tightening around his hips.
- âDamn, sweetheart⊠donât tell me youâre embarrassed already?â
He thrusted again, hips slower, his cock grazing that spot inside you without ever really committing to it.
- âMy girl⊠getting so shy when sheâs full of my cockâŠâ
He moved deeper, letting your back arch into him. Your mouth fell open from the pleasure. He leaned down, lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft it almost looked like an apology. It wasnât, of course. This was Shuji after all.
- âYou poor thing⊠Canât help it, right?â
You whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders because you needed something to hold onto. His mouth curved against your skin. He continued moving, letting your back arch into him. The sound you let out was so embarrassing your hands left his shoulders to cover your mouth.
He laughed softly. Not loud, not mocking in a harsh way. Just amused, almost fond. He took both your wrists and pulled your hands away, pinning them gently beside your head.
- âIâm trying to talk to you.â
You looked up at him, face hot, eyes glossy. Shujiâs expression melted into something close to affectionate.
- âSo fuckinâ cute when youâre desperate.â
You shook your head weakly, trying to deny it.
- âMânotâŠâ
- âNo?â
He pulled out slowly, your thighs tightening again at the loss, fingers curling in the sheets, before pushing back in with a smooth, deep stroke. You moaned, his brow lifting.
- âNot desperate?â
You turned your face away, but he followed, lips brushing your ear.
- âYou sound desperate.â
He started going slightly faster, arm hooking under your thigh to bring it higher against his side. Your body was clenching uncontrollably around him, your own hips following him.
- âYou feel desperate too. All wet and tight around meâŠâ He groaned, burying his face in your neck. âGripping me every time I say something meanâŠâ
You tried to protest, but he thrusted harder, keeping your words stuck in your throat. He kissed your temple, his mean pace contrasting with his gesture.
- âThatâs okay, I know thinking is hard for you like this.â
The humiliation hit low in your stomach, hot in a way you couldnât even hide. Your body was betraying you, clenching so hard his breath caught. His composure broke for a moment.
- âOh, you like that huhâŠâ His voice was lower now, different than the one he used to tease you.
You let out a small, helpless breath as his thumb found your clit again, his motions getting faster with a precise pressure that made your hips jerk.
- âFuck, Shuji!..â
- âI knowâŠâ He said softly. âFuck, I know, baby.â His tone was so soothing and so horribly sweet. So fake. It just helped make you wetter.
- âYou donât have to explain.â He punctuated his words with a harsh thrust and a deeper press on your clit. âI know you like being all pretty and dumb for meâŠâ
You knew you couldnât hold back much more, feeling your high approaching rapidly. He kissed your mouth, swallowing the louder moans you couldnât stop from getting out, tongue sliding against yours slowly.
It was too much. His cock moving inside you, his hand between your thighs, his silky voice saying things you shouldâve hatedâŠ
- âYou get so shy afterâŠâ He murmured against your lips. âLike you werenât begging with your body the whole time.â
You shook your head beneath him.
- âI donât begâŠâ
Shuji pulled back, eyes bright with amusement.
- âNo?â
His hips slowed again, cruel and mocking.
- âShould we test that?â His voice was teasing enough to make your stomach drop.
He kept his thumb on your clit, but lightened the pressure until it was barely enough. His thrusts turned shallow, teasing, keeping you right on the edge without letting you fall.
Your breath turned uneven as Shuji watched your face with a lazy fascination.
- âLook at youâŠâ
- âShuji, pleaseâŠâ
His smile became beautiful and awful.
- âThere.â
You realized too late, face going red as he kissed your cheek.
- âSo easy.â
You nearly sobbed out of embarrassment as he kissed your other cheek.
- âAnd so polite. Always saying please when you want to be fucked properly.â
At this point, you could feel he was close too. His pace turned less controlled and deeper, like he was trying to bury himself inside you.
Your orgasm started building too fast, coiling tight in your stomach. You tried to close your thighs, but his hips kept them open. His body pinned yours down with the casual confidence of someone who knew exactly how much you liked being overwhelmed.
- âWanna come? You know what you have to do, baby.â His voice was breathless too, and you hated how even while he was so obviously affected, he still sounded so in control.
- âPlease⊠I want to comeâŠâ You whimpered, biting at his neck and shoulder like you couldnât hold it back anymore.
He smirked, angling his hips just right, his thumb rolling faster.
- âGood fuckinâ girl⊠sounding so sweet while begging for my cockâŠâ
His thrusts grew faster, more frantic, he was about to come too. But not before you did.
He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back like you were angry at him for teasing you so much. You werenât.
You came with a loud moan, partly swallowed by his mouth, and he followed shortly after with a groan.
You both stayed still for a moment, breathless and sweaty. His face dropped to your neck.
- âDamn⊠you alive?â
You groaned, lightly hitting his shoulder.
- âYour faultâŠâ You muttered, eyes closing, already feeling the exhaustion catching up to you.
You curled against him, and he let you this time, feeling you completely boneless in his arms. He kissed your cheek, smirking.
the door clicks open just past eight and before you can even turn your head from the book in your lap, strong arms are already around you - warmth pressing close as sanzuâs familiar scent fills the air. he doesnât say anything at first, just kisses your neck right below your ear softly, like heâs been holding his breath all day long.
his lips trail up to kiss along your jawline slowly while one hand slides into your hair gently tugging it back so he can reach better places - the curve where neck meets shoulder and when he finally kisses you on the mouth, it's deep and hungry like someone starving for touch.
his body sinks onto yours carefully at first but then shifts fully on top without asking - one knee between both thighs. his fingers tracing skin under your clothes. he's breathing heavy now, all the tension from his day melting into this - into you. every kiss feels like an apology for how long itâs been since he last touched you. his hands are everywhere at once: one still tangled in your hair, the other sliding down your side to grip your waist tightly, pulling you even closer.
the words are muffled against your skin - warm breath and soft lips brushing the side of your neck as he murmurs, "I missed you so muchâŠ" his voice is low, rough with that quiet ache only distance can cause. itâs tender in a way sanzu rarely lets show unless he's completely unraveled like this. his hands are shaking slightly where they cradle your face before his mouth crashes onto yours again.
the kiss starts slow but quickly deepens: tongues sliding together desperately, lips moving clumsily at first from how long it's been since you've done this properly. his thumb brushes along your cheekbone as if memorizing you while your mouths stay locked. when air becomes necessary, instead of pulling away fully, sanzu just turns his head to press feverish kisses along one corner then across both cheeks, then back to capture another kiss.
without breaking the kiss, sanzu suddenly shifts. strong arms hooking under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly off the couch and settles you onto his lap. his body is warm beneath yours. one arm locked firmly around your back to hold you close while his other hand slides down to grip your hip.
sanzu pulls back just enough to look at you and his dark eyes go soft, almost reverent. your lips are swollen from kissing, slightly parted as you breathe unevenly, your hair is a mess where his fingers had been tugging through it earlier, few strands sticking to the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. he brings up a hand and brushes those loose strands away from your face. his thumb traces the curve of one kiss-reddened lip tenderly before sliding over it gently.
"pretty."
his breath hitches the second your hips roll against him - soft, testing at first but when you do it again with more pressure, a low, rough groan slips from sanzuâs throat and vibrates through both of you where your mouths are still connected.
the kiss turns messy again instantly; he bites down gently on your lower lip in response. his hands clamp tighter around you: one gripping the base of your spine while the other slides up under your shirt, warm palm pressing flat against bare back. he tilts his head to deepen it further, tongue sliding past yours with desperation.
"haru.." you whimper out from the friction. his entire body tenses for half a second before heâs moving again - faster now. he breaks the kiss only to yank off his t-shirt first, then pulls at the hem of your shirt with trembling fingers - fabric pushed up over shoulders while your mouths find each other again between discarded clothes. he kicks shoes away without looking down; belt buckles jingle as pants get loosened hastily.
the air between you is thick. sanzu finally whispers "need you so bad" against your lips, itâs raw and honest. his voice cracks just slightly on the words, like saying it out loud is both relief and torture because now he can have you.
slowly, carefully, he lines himself up, one hand supporting your weight while the other guides your hips before sinking into you inch by inch - slow breath held through clenched teeth. the stretch is perfect. your body molds around him effortlessly like it was made for this, every curve of his cock fitting just right inside you and the sensation floods through your whole lower half: warmth spreading low in your belly.
you feel every ridge of his length as he stays buried completely - no movement yet but even stillness sends waves through you. itâs not about chasing friction or speed right now; itâs about being filled, so thoroughly and intimately by someone who knows exactly how to love every part of you without words.
sanzuâs restraint lasts only a few more seconds, just long enough to savor the feeling of being fully inside you, wrapped tight and warm. his hips start moving slowly at first: gentle pulls back almost all the way before sliding forward again in smooth thrusts. each motion is careful but growing bolder with every repetition - the rhythm building gradually.
"fuck..." sanzu groans.
soon heâs picking up speed: deeper strokes now, firmer pressure. friction lighting up every nerve ending where your bodies meet. skin slaps softly against skin; breath comes faster between parted lips as both of you get lost in it - the sensation of moving together after hours apart.
the pace quickens even more, sanzuâs breathing turns ragged, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust as the pleasure builds. heâs not thinking anymore; just feeling every glide of your bodies together sending sparks through him.
his hands grip your hips tighter to guide you, helping set a steady rhythm, you meet every one of his upward drives with a roll of your own, matching him perfectly. the room fills with the sounds - skin on skin, hushed moans. saznu keeps hitting that one spot over and over until each thrust pulls another soft cry from your lips. he doesnât slow down - all he wants is to chase this high.
the second you tip your head back - lips parted, eyes fluttering shut, rolling completely into that blissed-out haze where nothing exists except sensation, sanzu freezes for half a heartbeat. god, you look beautiful like this, he thinks. completely undone by him, face slack with pleasure, cheeks flushed deeper than before - every inch of your expression screaming how good heâs making you feel. and it wrecks him in the best way.
he doesnât last much longer after that.
watching you come apart under his touch pushes sanzu right to the edge and with one final deep thrust, warmth floods through both of you at once: heat spreading low and intense as he comes inside you silently - mouth slightly open against your shoulder where heâd buried his face without realizing it.
the kiss he presses to your lips is different now - softer and slower. when your mouths part, sanzu rests his forehead against yours and whispers "you're perfect." his voice is quiet - rough but impossibly tender and thereâs zero hesitation in it. one hand comes up to cradle your cheek gently while he studies your face, the calm aftermath of pleasure still painted across your features.
sanzu doesnât pull away - he just keeps you close. he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes tight but gentle. he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. his lips brush lazy kisses along your shoulder while one hand rubs slow circles on your back to soothe.
Hiiii ok soo l LOVE your writing and have been wanting to make a request for a LONG time but didnât have any ideas BUT I do now and I was wondering if i could request nsfw with a bit of public sex with Bonten married Ran x assistant fem reader
Where he's cheating on his wife/mother of his daughter with reader flirting with her around his wife, spoiling her with gifts, staying late at work to be with her to have sex and one day in the middle of having sex at his desk his wife walks in :0 and gets mad and says sheâs gonna leave him with their daughters whike Rans like thats Fine with me but who here has the better lawyer
OR WHATEVER YOU WANT PLEASE change whatever u want or add anything I hope this doesnât go against any rules and maybe u like it HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!!!!!
Well, sorry I took so long. I started writing this in the train and finished it at home, itâs 2am and there might be some mistakes, I apologize if thatâs the case.
I took the idea for the wife but not the kid, I can barely imagine Bonten Ran with a wife, so I didnât even know how to write him with a child. I hope youâll still like it though.
I tried making it slightly realistic, Ran is a bad man so I didnât make this in a fully romantic tone.
Warnings: Cheating (ofc), fingering, slightly public sex ig? Thereâs not much smut, Ran is an asshole, power imbalance (slightly), no fluff
NSFW under the cut
Ran Haitani had never been good at being loyal.
Even in his youth, when loyality was the only thing keeping groups of angry teenagers together, he never stood by that rule of loyality. He always did what he wanted to do, and it worked out well for him.
The wedding ring on his finger was more of a decoration than a real claim of love and forever. A pretty little symbol for people who believed men like him could be domesticated.
His wife believed it. Or she pretended to, didnât really matter to him. Something else mattered now.
You, his pretty little assistant. You were good at your job, that was the first thing he noticed. The only thing he noticed, for some time. He wasnât dumb enough to ignore your appeal. he would often find himself staring. Watching you balancing a pile of papers under one arm, a phone in hand with his coffee in the other was certainly amusing.
But the way you looked at him was far more amusing. Of course he noticed the effect he had on you, and of course he just watched from afar, like a cat playing with its prey before eating it.
The night he finally decided to move, you left his office with a pretty diamond bracelet around your wrist.
âConsider this a bonus for... your hard work.â
He said while tying the bracelet carefully, his fingers brushing your wrist a second too long. You didnât say anything, throat tightened by the sight of the ring sitting on his finger.
After that, he stopped being careful. He never denied himself the pleasure of getting you expensive gifts.
He sent flowers to your apartment, late at night. a simple card with his initials, not even a note.
He had designer heels delivered to your desk because he didnât like the ones you wore yesterday.
He kept you late with work that always ended up with you sat on the edge of his desk, his hand resting too casually on your thigh while the city seemed to be watching you behind windows.
He barely even held back when his wife was around. She sometimes came by his office, never staying too long because it was âtoo dangerousâ. Truth was he didnât want to be bothered.
He looked at you across the room, smiling lazily. He asked you to fix his tie when his wife was standing three steps away. He let his fingers graze the small of your back when you passed him a document. He wasnât even trying to hide, and of course, his wife wasnât stupid.
âMust you humiliate me in front of staff?â She asked him one afternoon, after you had left his office with flushed cheeks and a folder pressed tightly to your chest.
Ran did not look up from his phone.
âYou came here unannounced.â
âI came to see my husband.â
âThen make an appointment.â
The silence that followed heavy enough to suffocate her. She stood there, red with anger and lips trembling.
âYou are disgusting.â She said quietly.
âYou knew that before you married me.â
For a moment, he thought she might slap him. It would have been entertaining, or even nostalgic.
Instead, she turned and left. Ran watched the door shut behind her and didnt waste a minute before calling you in.
You came a few minutes later, expression carefully maintained, tablet in hand.
âYou asked for me, Haitani-san?â
Ran leaned back in his chair, eyes dragging over you with shameless desire.
âYouâre calling me that now?..â
Your fingers tightened around the tablet, eyes staring at him, torn between sense and temptation. Ran could see the conflict all over your face, and it made his lips curl in a smirk
âRan...â You said softly, and the sound of his name from your mouth was enough to make his patience thin.
He stood up, slowly walking to you like he had all the time in the world. He looked at the buttoned shirt sitting on your chest.
âMay I?â
Your eyes lifted to his, chewing your lips as that familiar feeling constricted your chest. Something between shame and want. The want won. You nodded, carefully taking his hand to place it on the first button.
âGood girl.â
The tablet ended up forgotten on the leather sofa, your blouse thrown over an armchair. The door wasnât even locked, anyone could see you. But who would challenge him anyway?
Papers were scattered on the carpet to leave place for your body, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as his hand traveled down your back with that teasing slowness. He kissed your shoulder, slow and lazy and possessive, everything you liked about him.
The desk creaked beneath you as your arched further, the anxiousness in your body finally giving up to leave place to warmth. You felt his hand slip under your skirt, caressing your clothed pussy in a slow pace, making you whimper for more.
âThere she is... All mine, huh?â
You nodded breathlessly, a shameless gesture as his fingers finally traveled under your panties, teasing your entrance.
Then, the door opened.
For one horrible second, there was only silence. His wife, standing there, watching with resentment. Not surprise.
âI fucking knew it. With your assistant, huh?â
Ran sighed, rubbing his temples. You slipped off the desk on shaky legs, hands fumbling to find your blouse. Shame burned up your neck, you could not look at her.
âNo. You donât get to do that. You donât get to stand there like Iâm the one embarrassing you!â Her voice shook, but she did not cry. âIn your office, Ran? With your assistant? Are you so desperate to prove you donât care about anything?â
Ran picked up his jacket from the chair and draped it over your shoulders. The gesture was intimate, protective. Almost cruel.
His wife watched it happen, and something wounded flashed across her face before rage buried it.
The following minutes, the only sound coming out of that room were his wifeâs insults. You realized he didnât even seem to care, that frightened you more than her screams.
She turned to leave, then looked at you one last time. It wouldve been better if it was with hatred. In reality, she was looking at you like you just dug your own grave.
The door slammed hard enough to make you jump. You were shaking slightly, Ran noticed. He came back to you, fixing the jacket around your shoulders like he had not just destroyed what was left of his marriage in front of you.
âDonât look like that.â He simply said.
âLike what?â
âLike youâre better than this.â
You said nothing, taking a deep breath as you gathered your clothes. There was no turning back now.
heyy how are you doing? i hope you're doing well,, can i request ran + hanma with their introverted and practical gf??
Sooo hi itâs been a while
Here you go :) not proofread and a bit short, my bad
Ran
For him having an introverted girlfriend wouldnât be an issue, as his main activity is staying home, heâd enjoy someone wanting to as well. But practicality⊠yeah. Ran loves beautiful things. Cool outfits, good scenery, nicely done hair ofc, heâs very attached to it. I would see him trying to get a reaction out of you by gifting you pretty clothes he thinks you might like that are a bit more than what you usually wear, itâs like a challenge to him. The rare times he does end up finding something you like, he gets that smug look on his face.
"Thats⊠comfortable."
"Hm? Thought you were above this, darling~"
Hanma
Hanma is simply the opposite of you, and he loves it. Mostly, he loves ragebaiting you when you hangout together. Acts really loud and stupid so people look at the two of you and keeps doing it until youâre running away. Would be absolutely shameless about carrying you around in the street while everyone tries to ignore your pleas to put you back on your feet. Hanma wouldnât really care if youâre practical. He doesnât give a fuck about flowers or cute chocolates, so his gifts (when he thinks about getting one) are mostly things you need (or he needs)
I'm not here to ask for anything (since requests are closed too), I just want to know how you are, how you've been? I hope you're well!! Take care, dear! đ«¶đŒ
-đž (Brazilian)
Thatâs really nice of you! Iâm sorry Iâve been inactive lately, to be honest I donât know when or if Iâll get back to writing. I used to have a lot of free time which is not the case anymore and Iâve been feeling pretty tired. I still come back here from time to time and notice people still enjoying my work and it warms my heart a little. Thank you for the support, I hope you take care too!
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