endo and takiishi have tattoos where you kiss them the most frequently.
takiishi’s is just behind his ear, a thorned vine with roses for you to trace your lips over- a reminder of his protection of you, no matter how he may come across.
endo has a small constellation of stars on his inner right bicep, in the same place you cradle his arm when you brace against his tall frame to kiss his cheek. it's like he can feel your warm touch when his fingertips feather over the ink.
FROM NOW ON. ( platonic yandere! endo yamato & takiishi chika )
summary : you are now stuck between these crazy guys and the worse thing is.... they had no intention of letting you go.
( moon's notes: just finished reading the latest chapter and i need to relieve my stress. )
this is an interesting duo, for real.
the first one who met you was chika. after all, you worked at the bakery chika likes to visit back when he was still a furin student.
when he first saw you, he was confused. he was so used with seeing large, muscular, and aggressive people. so he had no idea that people can be so... soft and small.
like for real. chika, whenever he visited your workplace, this guy would spend the whole hour staring at you. observing how you tip-toed whenever you take something from a high place, how you hummed while mopping the floor, how you grin so brightly at the costumers.
you were confused, of course. because whenever you try to talk to chika. my boy would just stare at you dead in the eye while munching on the pastry that he bought.
you always thought that he is really weird. but since he is a costumer, a regular in fact... there's no way he would hurt you, right? even though he was a student from furin?
since that time, the reputation of the furin in the town was really bad. you had always been careful and cautious around chika. fearing that you might accidentally tick him off-
but then, on your way to work one day. there was another furin students who tries to hit on you. practically forcing you to go with them.
you felt so helpless that time, since no matter how you tried to refuse. they didn't listen. then someone grabbed your wrist. saying that you should stop acting like a bitch and just be thankful that they were interested on you.
then, before you knew it. that man got slammed on the floor. your eyes widened as you looked at the culprit behind it. then you saw chika.
he still had his stoic expression. but there is a glint of anger on his eyes.
the other men who immediately recognized chika, grabbed their friends and ran away. as you were about to thank chika for helping you. he suddenly spoke.
"(name) (last name)." he calls your name as he looked at your wrist and the wound on your knees that you didn't noticed earlier. eyebrows furrowing a little. "you're hurt."
he didn't even let you reply because after that, he dragged you to a certain house where a tall, dark haired, tattooed man- around chika's age, was glaring at you the whole time while he patched you up. and yes, that man is endo.
and that time, he was so fucking jealous. i mean, he was the one who had been next to chika's side ever since they were children. so how come chika got so close with you so easily?! that's unfair!
and after that incident, whenever chika goes to your workplace to buy some bread. endo started to tag along with him. the reason? simple, he just wanted to piss you off.
unlike chika who is interested on you. endo was more interested on why chika is so interested with you.
because of that. he now started following chika around who spends most of his free time following you.
endo's feeling started to change when that incident happened. on endo's eyes. you were so slim, so frail- and couldn't even hurt a fly.
but then, that happened. you got into a fight- endo doesn't care who it was. but it was a good thing that chika wasn't there that moment when it happened. because those kids will surely die.
but anyway- endo found himself mesmerized when he caught a glimpse of your angry bloodied face as you struck them with a nearby stone. and from that day- the prick named endo yamato turned into a obsessive fool.
if endo is the obsessive worshipping type. chika was more of a observer, territorial one.
endo was the type of a yandere who will be so willingly use his money to buy you what you wanted. and if ever you got pissed and slap him? this guy would happily receive it and thank you for what you have done.
while chika on the other hand was more quiet. he will just spend his whole time staring at you, not even bothering to speak. but that doesn't mean that he was better than endo.
anyway, after this duo started following you around. you noticed that your friends started avoiding you fearing that they might accidentally tick chika off.
the duo, on the other hand, didn't care at all. as long as you hang out with them. they were fine with that.
but you, who became aware of that reason. decided to muster up your courage to tell them that you want to cut them off. that you wanted them to leave you alone.
and for the first time ever since you met chika. he finally snapped on you.
chika's anger wasn't explosive like other people. his were more cold, dark- and scary.
he gripped your wrist, not caring if it got bruised. he kept asking "why?". you tried to yank his hand away but chika was far stronger than you.
and that is the time that endo started to interfere. he said something about there was no way you meant it. then, he looks at you. his eyes had the same glint of madness that chika has. "right, (name)-chan?"
fearing that you will anger them further more. you nodded your profusely.
endo smiled brightly while chika finally calmed down.
great. just like that, little (name). you should forget the idea of cutting them off or avoiding them. because there's no way these guys would leave you alone.
after all, you are now one of them.
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“ why can't you see that you're already one of us? ”
being in a relationship with chika takiishi would be interesting, because in my brain, he doesn't see it as an equal-footing relationship but more as an opportunity to possess you. all that matters in his mind is that you're his. he never really considered being yours, but truthfully, he is, since you're one of the only two people in existence that intrigues him and he would give the time of day to. now, that's not to say he treats you horribly. in fact, he treats you better than anyone else--although, that's not particularly difficult to do, considering how he treats everyone else like a chewed wad of bubblegum stuck to the sole of his shoe.
you're the only person who can get away with touching him without being pummeled into the ground or receiving a cruel backhand to the cheek. he doesn't flinch when you reach to hold his hand or glide your fingers through his fiery ombre. endo almost pities you when he first sees you wrap your arms around chika's waist or throw your arms over his shoulders, fully expecting for you to be shoved to the ground or have your arm twisted behind your back until your shoulder pops out of its socket. but, he's rightfully stunned when chika remains still and lets you cuddle up to him, the only acknowledgement of your presence being a mere glance at you or a hand briefly placed on whatever part of your body he can reach first.
he knows how much chika loathes being restrained, so how you're not only still upright but now pressing your cheek against the wiry muscle of his shoulder, endo doesn't know. but i'll tell you one thing. baby, when chika says let go, you LET GO😭 he may not strike you, but if you don't listen the first time, he'll resort to physically prying you off him or shaking you off so that he can do whatever it is that he wanted to do.
to touch on the possession thing i first mentioned, he'll do whatever he pleases with you. it isn't often that the desire for sexual gratification or even just physical affection strikes, but whenever it does, he doesn't think twice about indulging. if he wants you cage you against a filthy alley wall and kiss you stupid, he will. if he wants you to sit in his lap instead of standing behind him or sitting next to him, he'll beckon you over with a jerk of his chin. if you're moving too slowly for his taste and he doesn't feel like listening to you whine when he abandons you, so he has the idea to yank you up and toss you over his shoulder, he will. he'll be silent unless you ask questions, and even then, he might stay quiet, depending on whether or not he feels they're worth answering. don't think of trying to get down, either.
if he wants to do or say something, he'll do it. because who's gonna stop him? who's gonna whoop his ass? who's gonna be bold enough to see chika with his hand on you and think that trying to approach or kidnap you would bode well for them? exactly.
he's still not super talkative, but you're more likely to get a response or be approached of his own volition than the wide majority of people, so that counts for something, i suppose. he just kind of exists in your vicinity--or rather, you in his. if you were to tell endo that a day would arrive where someone is genuinely comfortable and unguarded when in chika's presence, he would've thought you were full of shit. but, here you are.
he doesn't get jealous, per se, but he does get possessive. you are his, and the wide majority of people are aware. however, that doesn't mean that you don't have the occasional guy who've either never heard of chika or don't know that you two are together.
chika has never been one to meddle in other people's affairs, often passing by conflicts or shady behavior without even batting an eye. and at first, when he hears the usual spiel of some guy trying to chat up some girl around the corner, he ignores it, uncaring. but, just as he's about to tune out the background noise, the man says something that piques his interest.
"that's a pretty necklace ya got there. what's it say? chika? lemme see."
"don't fucking touch me! that's my boyfriend's name!"
chika's footsteps pause, his attention drifting in the direction of the sound. it's you. that's all he needs to know before he's rerouting himself and making his way toward the source. his blank expression doesn't waver even as he rounds the corner and comes face to face with a broad, muscular back clad in a faux leather jacket. whatever guy is speaking to you hasn't noticed him, preoccupied with towering over you and trying to weasel his way into pawing at the sparkling pendant resting on your chest. you're shuffling backward, forehead creased apprehensively and hands drawn up to your chest protectively.
"hey."
it's only one word, yet it shatters the atmosphere like a whip crack, splitting apart your harasser's control at the seams. chika can see the goosebumps that prickle over the back of his neck as he whirls around to face him.
"the fuck do you want?" the stranger, still attempting to save face and scrape together his dignity despite having been rattled by chika's aura, brazenly steps up to him. "can't you see we're talkin' here?"
but, chika isn't even looking at him, his attention focused just past his shoulder at where you're standing. at the sight of your boyfriend, your eyes gleam with relief, and your muscles visibly relax. "chika!" you beam.
"ah, so you're chika." your harasser muses. "stupid move, lettin' your bitch wander off on--"
chika breezes forward without bothering to let him finish. in the process, his shoulder collides with the man's, knocking him off balance and leaving him teetering haphazardly on one foot before he quickly steadies himself.
"hey!"
his objection falls on deaf ears as chika clutches your wrist and tugs you toward him, his grip so tight that it's nearly bruising. you stumble, narrowly avoiding bumping into him.
"i'm fine--" your reassurance is cut off when chika abruptly seizes your face, fingers dimpling the skin of your cheeks and consequently puckering your lips as he angles your face this way and that. his eyes roam your face, dark with that same unreadable shadow you've grown accustomed to seeing. you whine in protest, hands lifting to rest on his forearm, but you don't push him off.
the strange man reaches for chika, eyes alight with flame. "what the hell do you--"
you don't even have time to process chika's arm being ripped away from you before there's a sickening, dull crack and a spatter of blood sailing through the air. all you can do is stand there in shock while your harasser slumps to the concrete in a pitiful heap, eyes fluttering as his consciousness slips and scarlet pouring from his smashed nose. chika casually lowers his hand back to his side as if nothing were amiss. he spares his handiwork a single glance before calmly stepping over it and heading back in the direction he came.
Cheating? Seriously? Did you really have such little faith in him...
He turned to fully face you, eyes narrow and expression sharp.
“You think I’m cheating on you? After everything we’ve been through? You know me!” He didn’t intend to yell, but he couldn’t help it... How could you accuse him of hurting you? Him, of all people.
“If you really think that little of me, then just go away.”
Suo Hayato🎐
He frowned deeply as your words processed. He wasn’t just offended, but cut deep. From his perspective, he had never given you any reason to think he would be anything but loyal.
“Why... why would you think that?” His voice was uncharacteristically hesitant, wavering softly with hurt.
He stepped closer and took your hand in his, “Please, what did I do to make you think that? I could—would never. You’re my world, I’m sorry I made you doubt that.”
Nirei Akihiko🎐
He stared at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
“You think I’m cheating?!” His voice was loud and high pitched, a mix of disbelief at the accusation and confusion.
“Why?! I would never! You think I’m doing that?! No!” He was beginning to panic, how is it he had hurt you so bad and didn’t even realize it? He stepped closer, frenzied and anxious.
“Please, believe me, I will never do that! I’ll prove it, I don’t know how, but I can!”
Kiryu Mitsuki🎐
He stared at you for a moment, brow raised, digesting what you’d just said.
Then he laughed.
A joyous and loud laughter, not one of disbelief or anger.
Once he finally calmed down, he rolled over onto his back on his bed and stared at you.
“You’re funny, as if I’d be dumb enough to ever do that. Have some faith in me, seriously. I’m not like the others. Promise.”
Sugishita Kyotaro🎐
He scoffed staring at you.
“Seriously?“
He rolled his eyes and looked away, arms crossed.
“I only talk to you or the Furin guys... People don’t approach me, did you hit your head or something?”
You eventually cracked a small grin at his bluntness. Despite the original accusation being serious, he was completely right.
Antisocial is an understatement.
Tsugeura Taiga🎐
He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he stared at you somewhat slack jawed.
Cheating was reprehensible and completely against his moral code.
How could he have let his virtues become so loose in your eyes?!
He sputtered for a moment before falling to his knees in front of you, your hand held tightly in his.
“I would never! I will run a hundred miles to prove it! My virtues are my code, and that includes never making you doubt!”
Anzai Masaki 🎐
Anzai’s first reaction was to start laughing. Not that the accusation was inherently funny, but he was still taken aback.
He finally choked out, “You really think I’m attractive enough for that?”
He laughed a bit more and slung his arm over your shoulders, “Please, as if I would be that dumb. I’m working hard to keep you locked down, what can I say? But still, I would never. And I’m sorry I let you think I ever would.”
Kakiuchi Yuri🎐
He frowned as you spoke, feeling his heart sink deeper and deeper.
He never could imagine betraying you, especially not in such a horrible way...
“Do you really think I would do something like that?” His voice was cracking and hesitant as he looked at you.
With a hesitant step, he came closer, taking your hand in his, “You’re everything to me, I would never hurt you intentionally... I thought you knew that—please tell me you know that...”
Momijikawa Sakae🎐
He grit his teeth and whipped his head to look at you.
“Cheat?!” He snapped, his voice loud and unforgiving.
“Are you serious right now? You actually think I would cheat on you? What do you take me for? I have never shown you anything but faith and loyalty every single day and this is what you actually think of me?”
He knew he would never, and he was shattered that you’d somehow thought so lowly of him... after everything he’d been through...
Yuzuriha Izumi🎐
Immediately, his head began to spin.
You... thought he cheated... you didn’t trust him... you couldn’t have faith in him... you must not love him anymore.
The dam immediately burst, tears flowing down his face as he began to wail.
“No! I didn’t! I swear! I would never!” His words were barley audible around the sobs as he covered his face with his hands and continued to spiral...
Kaji Ren 🎐
“Say that again?” He completely turned to face you now, listening carefully to make sure he absolutely heard you right.
He stared, confused, as you repeated the accusation.
“You are joking right?” He could feel his blood begin to boil.
“Say psych right now,” it was no longer a request, but a demand. He was getting angrier and angrier, the lollipop stick snapping off the candy... Then realization hit and the hurt washed over him.
“... Do you actually think I’m some kind of monster to do that?”
Kusumi Yuto 🎐
Kusumi’s usual silence felt louder this time as he stared at you.
Cheating? Him?
He shook his head quickly, making a gesture with his hands as if to express his complete confusion at the accusation.
He immediately stepped closer to you, one hand on your arm to ensure you didn’t leave for any reason, the other taking his phone from his pocket as he unlocked it and frantically scrolled through to show you there was absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
Momose Takumi🎐
He scrunched his nose as he looked at you, then tilted his head to the side.
“Why would I ever do that? That sounds dumb.” He was genuinely confused, so much so that the hurt of the accusation never even phased him.
“I’m an artist, not a tortured poet,” he joked with a smile, giving you a thumbs up.
“Anyway! I drew us as fish, wanna see?”
Mizuki Saku🎐
He remained quiet for quite a long time after you’d thrown out the accusation, then he frowned and looked at you.
“You really think I’d do something like that? That I’d ever do anything to become the villian in your story?”
He was hurt... How could he have let you down so heavily? Made you think that any part of his life plan involved hurting you in any way.
He looked away for a moment, then spoke softly, barely above a whisper, “I’m a hero, not a monster. Please remember that.”
Hiragi Toma🎐
He groaned and ran his hand down his face. He wasn’t annoyed at you, but rather at himself for not being a more attentive partner. He popped one of his pills, chewing the chalky medicine before speaking.
“I would never. You should know that. I’m stressed out enough, and being a jerk toward you isn’t something that would alleviate my problems. So, safe to say, no I didn’t and won’t cheat.“
He paused, speaking softer now, “I’m just sorry I didn’t pay enough attention and made you doubt what we have.”
Umemiya Hajime🎐
“Cheat? Since when were we playing a game?” Now, he knew what you meant, but he refused to think you’d see him that way.
He tipped his head to the side as he looked at you, offering you his signature big goofy grin, “You caught me, I have been throwing all the games we’ve been playing, I just like seeing how happy you look when you win!”
He wrapped his arms tightly around you, whispering, “But really, I may throw games, but I’d never cheat. Ever. Promise.”
Tsubaki Tasuku🎐
His heart shattered instantly.
“You... think I’m cheating?” He frowned deeply, his hands curling into tense fists at his sides. The pain was a sharp throb that pulsated with every beat of his heart.
“Me?” The question was barely a squeak, his eyes beginning to well up. “Why would I ever hurt you? You’re my best friend, my everything. Please don’t accuse me of something so... heinous. Let’s talk about this... please.”
Uryu Sakaki🎐
He looked up from his phone, confused by the seemingly unwarranted accusation.
He tipped his head to the side, silently asking you what you meant.
Then he shifted closer to you on the couch, laying his head on your shoulder and showing you what it was he had been looking at on his phone (being nothing more than texts to Seiryu).
“Also, I’d never... don’t play.” He mumbled, barely above an audible whisper, but full of sincerity.
Seiryu Sakaki🎐
Seiryu scoffed, then looked around the room. “What, did Uryu pay you to try and prank me? Tell him he has to do better than that.”
Then he saw the hurt in your gaze, how serious you actually were. “Wait—you’re being serious? God, obviously I’m not cheating on you. Why would you even think that? I would never, not in a million years.”
He frowned and stepped closer to you, actually speaking in a firm tone for once, hands finding your face to hold gently.
Endo Yamato🎐
He glared at you. Hard. He was livid that you accused him of this.
“I told you, I’m not a playboy. What, you think I’m some bottom of the barrel scumbag? Real fucking nice. Thanks.”
He knew getting mad was the worst way to react to this, but genuinely how could you accuse him of something so disgusting?
“Go through it, then. If you apparently can’t trust me at all anymore.” He threw his phone at you, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Takiishi Chika🎐
“Cheating means finding another person who isn’t boring—which is borderline impossible. So, no. I didn’t cheat on you.”
He was blunt and literal. He wasn’t so much offended by the accusation as he was just annoyed by it.
He knew you were being serious, so he sighed and looked at you once again, “YN, come on, you know I wouldn’t do something like that. Fighting, sure, but cheating? Even I know where to draw a line.“
Banjo Kanon🎐
His eyes immediately were as wide as saucers and his lip quivering.
He began picking at his fingers, trying hard not to shove his face into his hands as he searched for the words to say.
“I would never—You know that, right? Please say you know.” His eyes welled up with burning tears, spilling over before he could stop them. He wiped furiously at his face, sniffling and suddenly yelling. “You know I’d never! Please, don’t act like you don’t know that! I would never hurt you! Why do you hurt me by saying that?!”
Togame Jo🎐
He tipped his head to the side, hands in his pockets, processing the slew of words you’d just thrown at him.
Then he let out a deep breath of air, looking at you with a soft and sincere gaze.
“Cheat? Really? Me? Mr. Phone’s-Always-Dead, the guy who can’t send a text if his life depended on it? My dear, I think you’re overthinking things. I don’t want to invalidate you, really, but please. You know that would never be me.”
Tomiyama Choji🎐
His jaw was immediately on the ground, for the first time, he was rendered absolutely speechless.
But only for a moment.
Then he erupted, an avalanche of words escaped him at an incomprehensible rate, but one question rung out clear.
“Don’t you know how much I love you?!”
He latched onto your arm, staring at you with watery eyes as his rant continued, “I would never! You’re my everything—my freedom!”
Wanijima Yugo🎐
“Honey, be serious. I work too much to even think about someone else, plus you’re all I’ll ever need anyway. Relax a bit, please? I’m working so much to make a better life for my sister, for us. Never to hurt what we have. I promise.”
His words were laced with sincerity and completely genuine. You were his world and he would never let anything get in the way of him building a beautiful life for you.
And just like that, you were nothing more than putty in his hands.
Sako Kota🎐
He remained expressionless, bordering on annoyed, as he looked at you. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Alright... run me through this thought process. How did you get to the conclusion that I’m a cheater? Me, the one who is with you nearly every day or Shishitoren otherwise.”
He huffed and looked away, then reached over and gently pat your head, “Stop overthinking. I’m never going to do something so... vile. You’re all I’ve ever had eyes for.”
Inugami Teruomi🎐
“Me? Cheat on you? Are you crazy? Sako would kick my ass if I messed this up for such a stupid reason. He doesn’t know how you deal with me as is—so if I cheated, he’d probably off me for ruining the one good thing I’ve done in the last ten years.”
He started laughing as he spoke... then he started rambling.
By the time he was done with his retelling of whatever nonsense story regarding what had happened to him earlier in the day he had forgotten what you had even accused him of doing in the first place...
Kanuma Minoru🎐
He snapped his head tot he side in a sharp twitching motion, immediately beginning to bite at his fingernails. If you didn’t know better, you’d wonder if he was guilty.
The tears that welled up in his eyes said otherwise.
“Wh—Me? No—I’d never—if I don’t have you, then I don’t have anything and I’ll just be a pathetic loser like everyone assumes!” He was beginning to spiral, going down a dark path and fast.
“Please say you know I love you. Only you. Always.”
Arima Yukinari🎐
He stiffened, then furrowed his brow.
“I told you, I blocked everyone else when we started dating. I didn’t unblock them. I swear.”
Though he was telling the truth, his demeanor left you uneasy.
He sighed and stepped closer, taking your hand, “C’mon, I promise. I’m faithful, I stopped being a player the second I saw you. I knew it from the moment I met you. I will prove it.”
He began fishing for his phone, offering it to you.
Suzuri Shuhei🎐
“Cheating?” He tipped his head to the side, letting the bitter word rest on his tongue.
“Hm... No. I really don’t see any... benefit or gain to doing something like that,” he shook his head and looked at you, partially confused, partially hurt.
“Did someone tell you I was cheating on you? I can promise you that I’m not. I would never. I hope you know that.” He offered you a soft smile and squeezed your hand despite the heavy topic.
Miyoshi Akihito🎐
The accusation was... sharp. It rang through his ears and to say it was cacophonous would be an understatement.
He was hurt. He was mad. How could you think so lowly of him when he has worked so hard to present himself in such a distinguished way.
He grit his teeth and looked at you with a gaze that bordered on icy.
“I really wish for you to rethink what you just said before you repeat it... and to tell me why you think I would ever do something so despicable.”
Nakamura Kanji🎐
He was rendered speechless for a moment before sputtering out, “Cheating?!”
He shook his head harshly, then furrowed his brow. He was frustrated, confused, offended... he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head again.
“I genuinely cannot undertsand how you even came to this conclusion. Can... Can we talk this out? Tell me why you think this? Because I don’t want to just get mad about it, but I might.”
Otowa Ritsu🎐
His hands clamped down hard on the piano, sour notes immediately floating through the air as he looked at you with wide eyes.
“I beg your pardon? Did you just say I’m cheating on you?”
He stood from the piano, the bench harshly clattering to the ground behind him as he made his way over to you.
His hands planted firmly on your shoulders as he spoke, looking you in the eye, “I would never—let me say that again, never cheat on you. I cannot emphasize this enough, do you understand?”
Natori Shingo🎐
“Honey, I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. Why would I cheat on you? You’re outta my league anyway.” He snickered as he spoke, lolling his head to the side to look at you and flashing you that sardonic grin he always wore.
“Have some faith in me, seriously. I’ve only got eyes for you. Always have, always will.” He reached out and pinched your cheek gently before returning to whatever stupid and dangerous activity he had gotten hismelf into.
Mogami Taishi🎐
He immediately stopped in his tracks, turning sharply to face you. His eyes were wider than usual, but no longer were they filled with mirth and happiness, but what looked nearly broken.
"You think I'm cheating on you?"
The one who prided himself on being untouchable and reckless, now nothing but aching pain from the accusation. The one person he knew he cared about most in this world, thinking he was nothing more than a heartless jerk.
"Sure, I fight and everything else, but cheat? I would never. Who even told you that?"
Kongo Takeru🎐
He snorted and rolled his eyes when you accused him of cheating.
He knew he was a bit of a smooth talker, but it was never anything more than that. He had thought you'd known that by now.
It was only when you remained silent did he realize you did indeed believe the accusation.
He pushed himself up a bit from his seated position to look at you, his voice serious for once.
"I don't cheat. I don't lie—at least not to you. You know that, right? C'mon, why would I mess this up?"
He reached over and pat your leg, offering you a half-assed attempt at a grin, but each word was genuine nonetheless.
Description: Chika never believed in love, he thought it was pointless and only showed weakness. He had always seen it as an utter waste of time. So he never expected you to walk in his life, his world turning on its axis as he had one tought in mind. He needed to make you his.
Character: Takiishi Chika
Word Count: 2.3k
Contains: Fem!Reader x Takiishi Chika. SMUT. cw: obsessive behavior, stalking, mentions of violence, panty stealing, mentions of male masturbation, p in v, fingering, mentions of baby trapping, honestly the sex is pretty vanilla by my standards. (Not proofread, it's me are we surprised?)
Author's Note: This was a request to do a scenario with enamored Chika. I'm still getting the groove for writing for him since there's so little information on him. But I hope you still enjoy! From what we know I can't really picture him being too much of a romantic so I put a little twist on it, I hope that's okay!! (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)♡
Chika Takiishi wasn’t often excited by anything, something Endo had desperately tried to remedy since he had left Furin. Showering him with anything he could possibly want, need, or desire. But none of it was ever enough, Endo’s excitement as he showered him in affection and gifts only served to annoy him. Often times to the point of infuriation, punctuating his emotions with his fist. His life had lost its spark, nothing filled him with any sort of thrill. He walked aimlessly next to Endo, he was droning on about something that he couldn’t care less about, in truth he had drowned out his voice ages ago. They had walked into the nail salon, waiting for his nail technician to seat him. His ears picked up on a noise, it was sugary sweet and filled his body with a chill. The sound of a woman’s laughter, something so ordinary, so mundane. So why did it make his face hot? Why did he want to hear more of it? His head turned to the side following the sound, his throat tightened, an odd constricting feeling that made it hard to swallow a lump that formed in his throat. Sitting in the station next to the one he usually sat was a woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Chika never believed in love, he thought it was pointless and only showed weakness. He had always seen it as an utter waste of time, not like anyone could fall in love with someone like him. Well, no one entirely sane anyway. His heart raced in his chest when he looked at her though, what was happening to him? He didn’t even know this woman's name, and yet she already had this much of an effect on him. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he took her in. The sound of his name being called snapping him out of his daze. His face felt hot once more, for once in his life he felt shameful for staring. Snapping his gaze to the call of his name, he glowered at his companion. “Shut up.” He barked, but unlike every other time he had called for Endo to silence himself, this time lacked the usual cold venom that laced his tone. Even Endo was taken aback by the difference in his tone, already noting that Chika’s attention was already diverted back to the woman. The corners of Endo’s lips curled at the enamored look in his eyes.
It had been a week since that encounter, and for some reason, Chika could not wipe you from his mind. It irritated him, you both had never even so much as exchanged a word. But he was waking in the middle of the night, your face and the sound of your voice in his mind as his hands slipped beneath the covers. Endo had been particularly excited the next day, the was more of a bounce to his step than usual as he all but dragged Chika to a café on the other side of town. He was already annoyed, why were they going so far? This wasn’t the café they usually went to, why were they here? It wasn’t until he heard that voice, your voice, call out a welcome that he had unclenched the fist he was prepared to hit the other man with. His eyes alight with mirth as he took you in. He wouldn’t question how Endo had found out where you worked but seeing you again tugged his lips upward in a foreign expression. From the first moment your voice addressed him directly, he was sure that no matter what it took he would make you his.
The two men had become regulars at your café, you often caught the long-haired man’s eyes on you. It made a shiver course through your spine, his golden eyes were so intense you felt like they were looking into your very soul. What you didn’t know was each night as you walked home those eyes were still locked on your form, following behind at a distance. One night in particular you could swear you heard the anguished sounds of screams no too far behind you, only causing you to quicken your pace. Someone had been following you, and that someone wasn’t Chika. His eyes following the man as he followed your route, ill intent in his eyes. In moments Chika was listening to the sounds of his screams, his knuckles and cheek were decorated with the man’s blood. How dare he try and bruise his beautiful rose’s petals. Nothing would happen to you, he would make sure of it.
The next day, Chika spoke the first words other than his order to you, With a blank expression and a bored tone he began to speak. “You should be more careful walking home alone at night.” You blinked, shocked he was not only speaking to you so casually, but mentioning your night time habits. “Excuse me?” Your words came out stuttered, taken aback by his bluntness. He shrugged as if it were the most plain thing in the world. “Someone was following you last night, you should be more careful. I’ll walk you home tonight.” Chika left no room to argue, turning on his heel with his coffee in his hand as he took his usual seat in a booth in the corner, leaving you dumbfounded at his forwardness. Sure enough though, he waited for you outside that night. Ignoring your protests to walk you home as he just began walking in the direction you normally took.
That night was only the first of many. More often than not, Chika insisted upon walking you home, the two of you in comfortable silence as he escorted you safely to the front door of your apartment building. Eventually, you had grown tired of the silence, filling it with the sound of your voice, telling him about your day. He was an excellent listener, committing every word to memory. Oh, that man who was rude to you because you had gotten his coffee order wrong? He remembered him, distinctly he also remembered the way his nose had let out the most satisfying crunch under his fist as he broke it for daring to speak to you that way.
Eventually, you had invited him inside for something to eat one night. His eyes had scanned your dwelling, the scent of you everywhere, he thought he might go crazy. Taking the opportunity of you cooking to excuse himself to the bathroom. His mouth practically watered as he saw your hamper sitting in the room. Plucking your panties from the top of the bin, the fabric still warm from having been on your body all day. Silently slipping them into his pocket before joining you in his dining room for dinner. That night he had the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, the scent of your cunt on his nose as he all but suffocated himself in the fabric. His head swimming with the thought of how you would taste on his lips, his hand working over his shaft as he pictured the way you would cry out his name as his greedy tongue lapped at your cunt. His back arched off the bed as he fucked his fist, releasing with a loud call of your name that came out muffled against the fabric that covered his face. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could continue like this, needed desperately to have you.
It was odd for Chika to miss a day, he never missed a day walking you home. You were not sure why, but you were worried about him. Missed his presence. It wasn’t until late that night that there was a knock on your front door. Seeing a glimpse of his brightly colored hair in the peephole you threw the door open. A light gasp falling from your lips as he stood there, face and knuckles covered in blood. You ushered him inside, dragging him to the bathroom. With a damp cloth, you cared for him, wiping the red from his skin. Not asking what happened, only busying yourself with cleaning him. You were so close, his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t help it any longer. Large hands gripped your waist, standing to his full height as he captured your lips with his own. The kiss was filled with an intense hunger from the start, his tongue bullying its way past your lips. The kiss was forceful, needy, and filled with desperation. Tongues dancing and teeth clashing as he backed you out of the bathroom and into our joining bedroom.
He lifted you by the backs of your knees with ease, walking you to where you both toppled onto your mattress. He was back on you in moments, arms caging you in as he claimed your lips once more. His mouth set off a trail of kisses until his lips pressed against your ear, breaths panting against the sensitive skin as he spoke. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to have you.” He groaned “I can't tell you how many times I fucked my fist at the thought of it being your cunt. I can't tell you how many times I would stay up at night wishing it was you that I fucked into the mattress. I don't think you understand how desperate I am for you” His words went straight to your cunt, he pressed his lips against your neck, nipping at the exposed skin. Bringing you close to his chest, giving you no chance for escape. Chika took his time, touching you slowly, building up the already heavy tension even more. He wanted to be impatient, he wanted to be selfish and have you in every single way he wanted, but he wasn't going to do that. He wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to take everything you had to give him.
“Takiishi, please.” Came the saccharine sound of your voice, back arching off the bed. Your hips grinding against his own in a desperate search for friction. Well, Chika thought he was going to take his time, but the desperation in your voice left no room for argument. His hand trailed between your legs, tugging your panties to the side with ease. Running his fingertips up the slick, teasing the sensitive nub. His free hand pushed p the loose fabric of your sleep shirt, exposing your tits to the cold air of the room. Breaking the kiss as he trailed down giving attention to your chest, tongue lolling out of his mouth wrapping around the perked bud keeping eyes trained on your own. The sounds of your moans meeting his ears had his fingers trailing downward, your dripping entrance accommodating two of his long fingers easily as he eased them inside of you. His fingers set a steady pace, the sounds of your squelching heat filling the room, sounds that were just as quickly muffled by the moans that escaped your lips. He continued fingering you, and once he felt if you were prepped enough he pulled back. Relishing in the whine that slips from your lips at the lost of his fingers. Sticking the digits in his mouth he tastes your essence, eyes rolling back as he groaned around his own fingers at your taste.
Chika stands as he strips himself down, eyes locked on you as he watches you admire his form. Crawling back on the bed, his hands coming to your thighs as he nudges the tip of his cock against your entrance. Taking a hold of his length, as he taps your clit a few times with the head of his cock, effectively coating himself in your arousal. His golden eyes bore into your own as his cock probes your entrance. Sinking in, he felt weak, his body shivering harshly at the feeling of your velvety walls suffocating his cock. Groaning out as he tossed his head back, bottoming out. He waited there for a moment, sitting with his cock fully sheathed inside you letting you accommodate his size, resisting the urge to fill you up right then and there. Hands came to your hips as he growled out pulling out to where his tip was just barely visible before slamming right back into you. He sets a rough pace from the start, the feeling of your nails digging into his back mixing pleasure with pain in a way that made his mouth water.
His hand travels between your bodies, his index and middle finger rubbing tight circles as his cock never stops its assault on your cunt, overstimulating you with intense pleasure. He felt your cunt spasm around his cock, his fingers picking up their pace, dropping his mouth to your ear once more. “You gonna come for me bunny? I can feel the way that cute little pussy is strangling my cock, its okay baby go on cum for me wanna feel you camp down on my cock while I fill you to the brim.” He groans, his own coil tightening in his belly. He knew from the moment he sunk into you he wouldn't last long. Having craved this moment for far too long, but he’d hold out, wouldn’t burst until you had. He watched, hovering over you as your eyes rolled back, a loud cry of his name falling from your lips as you were tossed over the edge, walls clamping down on his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your release sends him hurtling toward his own, hips slapping violently against yours as he paints your insides with a loud scream of your name. His thrusts slow making sure he had filled you with every drop he had to offer. Heart racing, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls your trembling form to his chest, as you both lay there catching your breaths he can only hope his seed would stick. Because if you were round with his child there was no escaping him, was there?
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Haruka Sakura
Initial Attitude Toward Girls:
Sakura is deeply emotionally guarded. He's not flirtatious, and his cold, blunt demeanor doesn’t shift based on gender, he treats everyone with equal detachment. He likely wouldn't go out of his way to be polite to a girl just because she’s a girl. If anything, he’d be awkward.
Behavior Around Girls:
Very stiff and distant. If a girl tried to talk to him casually, he might respond curtly or even ignore her. However, if a girl was in real danger, especially from violence or harassment, Sakura would absolutely step in, not out of chivalry, but because his strong moral code wouldn’t allow him to stand by.
Gentlemanly?
Not traditionally. He wouldn’t hold doors open or offer to carry things unless asked directly, but if someone needed genuine help, he'd do it without fuss and without waiting for thanks.
Protectiveness:
High, but silent. He protects people (girls included) with actions, not words. He'd fight tooth and nail to protect a girl if she were being wronged, but he'd be blunt and brusque about it afterward.
Hayato Suō
Attitude Toward Girls:
Relaxed and tactful. Suō likely sees girls as equals and speaks to them with friendly respect. He has a light teasing tone, and that extends to girls, but he's clever enough to read boundaries.
Behavior Around Girls:
Likely to be smooth without trying to be flirtatious. He’s someone who makes girls feel comfortable around him, and he’d know how to de-escalate awkwardness or tension. He might jokingly call out Sakura for being rude to a girl.
Gentlemanly?
Yes. Suō would casually carry a girl’s bag, open doors, or pull someone aside to help them feel more at ease without making a big deal out of it. He's subtle and natural in his courtesy.
Protectiveness:
Moderate. He wouldn't be aggressive or loud about it, but if someone messed with a girl in front of him, he’d calmly but firmly shut it down, with words first, fists only if absolutely needed.
Tōma Hiragi
Attitude Toward Girls:
Very proper and respectful. As a natural leader and a model student, he likely views girls with a blend of politeness and nervousness. He’s not awkward, but he’s careful about boundaries.
Behavior Around Girls:
He would be courteous, maybe a bit formal. Likely the type to apologize even for bumping shoulders slightly. If a girl was upset or in need, he’d be attentive, but cautious not to overstep.
Gentlemanly?
Definitely. Hiragi would be the one to offer an umbrella, help carry books, or wait until everyone’s seated before eating. Not out of romantic interest, just sheer respect.
Protectiveness:
High. He has a duty-driven personality, so protecting someone (especially a girl in trouble) would feel like a responsibility. He’d act decisively but not impulsively.
Ren Kaji
Attitude Toward Girls:
Easygoing and naturally friendly. He probably gets along with girls easily, especially ones who are a little shy or artsy. His musical hobby makes him approachable and emotionally warm.
Behavior Around Girls:
He’s the “nice guy” in the purest sense, helpful, sweet, always checking if someone’s okay. He wouldn’t flirt much, but his warmth might come off that way.
Gentlemanly?
Yes, but casually. He’d definitely help a girl carry gear, hold her coat, or walk her home if needed, though he’d downplay it and joke, “It’s nothing.”
Protectiveness:
Gentle protector. He might not be the first to throw a punch, but if a girl cried in front of him or looked hurt, he’d be the one to offer a quiet hand or sit with her till she’s okay.
Hajime Umemiya
Attitude Toward Girls:
Extremely kind and nurturing. He treats everyone like a little brother or sister, including girls. He’s warm, respectful, and generous with his attention in a non-romantic way.
Behavior Around Girls:
The type to fix a girl’s broken shoelace without saying anything, bring her a flower from his garden, or teach her how to plant herbs. Totally platonic and protective.
Gentlemanly?
Naturally, yes. He’s the type of guy moms trust immediately. Everything he does is thoughtful. He probably walks on the outer side of the sidewalk instinctively.
Protectiveness:
High. Umemiya is known for defending the weak. He would protect a girl not because she’s a girl, but because he can’t stand to see someone hurt or afraid.
Kyōtarō Sugishita
Attitude Toward Girls:
Reserved and serious. Likely not super comfortable in casual conversation with girls, but he's polite and neutral.
Behavior Around Girls:
Quietly helpful. If a girl dropped something, he’d pick it up and hand it back without a word. Not flirtatious, not overly kind, just reliable.
Gentlemanly?
Quietly so. He’s dependable, but not expressive. More likely to act than speak.
Protectiveness:
Extremely loyal, especially to those within his circle. If a girl was under his protection (formally or informally), he’d be as solid as a wall around her.
Tasuku Tsubakino
Attitude Toward Girls:
Confident and flamboyant, probably flirts playfully, but respectfully. He wouldn’t mock or belittle a girl. He might actually enjoy being around girls more than boys sometimes.
Behavior Around Girls:
Stylish, gentle, possibly sassy. Would compliment a girl’s outfit or hair, but also help her change a tire if she needed.
Gentlemanly?
Yes, and flamboyantly so. Might bow like a prince or offer his jacket with flair.
Protectiveness:
Very. He treats people he cares about like treasure and would not tolerate disrespect or harassment.
Jo Togame
Attitude Toward Girls:
Cold and calculated. He likely doesn’t treat girls any differently from boys. He’s indifferent, efficient, and uninterested unless it serves his plan.
Behavior Around Girls:
Professional and aloof. Not warm, not rude, just neutral. Would help if it was logical or strategic.
Gentlemanly?
No....not from a place of chivalry. Only acts if it aligns with his goals or group’s image.
Protectiveness:
Minimal unless he has a tactical reason. He’s not cruel, but he’s emotionally disengaged.
Chōji Tomiyama
Attitude Toward Girls:
Unhinged. Doesn’t view anyone (girl or boy) as more than pawns or toys in his chaos. Disrespectful, and often frightening.
Behavior Around Girls:
Dangerous. He wouldn’t be “charming” more like mocking or invasive. Girls should steer clear of him.
Gentlemanly?
Absolutely not.
Protectiveness:
Only if it amuses him or asserts dominance. Not genuine.
Chika Takiishi
Attitude Toward Girls:
Apathy. He’s emotionally flat and rarely even acknowledges people’s identities. Girls mean nothing special to him unless they fight.
Behavior Around Girls:
Dismissive. Unless a girl directly challenged him or was involved in a brawl, he wouldn’t pay attention. He might find cheerfulness or kindness annoying.
Gentlemanly?
Not at all. Might even offend without realizing.
Protectiveness:
Zero. Unless it somehow aligns with his own motivations.
Yamato Endō
Attitude Toward Girls:
Polite on the surface, friendly, warm, probably makes girls feel safe. But that mask hides obsession and unpredictability.
Behavior Around Girls:
Superficially charming, especially if they remind him of Takiishi’s ideals. But he could become creepy or controlling if he fixates.
Gentlemanly?
At first glance, yes. But it’s an act.
Protectiveness:
Yes, but possessively. He protects what he thinks belongs to him.
Mitsuki Kiryu
Attitude Toward Girls:
Kind, emotionally sensitive. He likely respects girls as much as boys, and talks to them with careful words.
Behavior Around Girls:
Gentle and calm. Probably the one to notice when a girl is left out or feeling bad and check on her quietly.
Gentlemanly?
Naturally. Not showy, but present, he’d remember allergies, hold a door, lend a jacket, all without calling attention to it.
Protectiveness:
Soft protector. The type to defend through understanding and presence rather than aggression.
This will be a collection of one shots. This is the first one shot and the succeeding contents that will be posted soon can be read as standalones. But, there will somehow be stuff that will be mentioned from this first one shot so it's better to read this first?
Characters: Endo Yamato x short!fem!reader
Summary: Meeting Endo was an intentional bloody accident to survive. Hence, acting upon your own protective impulse and desperation has gotten Endo showing up like a bad penny in front of your own doorstep—-with him, just casually dropping bombshells over how you've officially become a part of the people who piqued his interest. No matter the warnings given to you by your friend, when the need to survive and desperation comes forth, being backed into a corner with Endo's generous offers laying on a silver platter had you biting more than just plates and sweetened pots.
A/N: This will be the first one shot I have for Endo. I think it's better to read this first before jumping into the other random one shots I'll create for him? Hehe. So, y'all will have a background on how you met him in this?
Warnings: Violence. Harassment given to an added NPC but you've end up protecting her somehow? Sexism. Lots of cusses. Mention of blood. Mention of women escorting elite men. One time mention of the word 'kink'. One harmless, Double-entendre joke. Gushing, blushing Endo. Crazy, typical Endo—-not the Yandere type, okay? Y'all know what happens when Endo takes interest on you, right? Heehee. Endo has lots of love to give. So, his infatuation/like/interest he has for Takiishi and Sakura will not be pushed aside in this fic/collection of one shots. Enjoy being bombarded by his presence and acts of service! 👀 This is a long ass fic one shot btw 👀 Get something to munch on or something before reading this.
Your nickname will be fun-size and tiny-san in this. I really don't like using Y/N in my stories. Hehe.
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Words: 15k+
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Your feet went to a halt upon ascending the stairs towards your apartment. The sharp intake of your breath and the color of your face draining completely.
Someone familiar was at your front door, leaning against it. The moon light cascading upon his body, garbed in a light-grey sweatshirt with dark jeans that covered up most of his tattoos. You knew who he was.
Your mind was quick to process who this guy is because you've came to distinguish that height, hair and built he had since the night you've met. You were surprised---no, you were dumbfounded. This felt like a nightmare wanting to catch you breathing for air in the middle of the night.
The light from his own phone gleamed against his face while he texted, making you more certain that he was really there. In the flesh. For real.
Seafoam green eyes. Short, messy ear-length navy blue hair and that unforgettable infinity symbol tatted on his neck.
Endo Yamato. Was he here to finally gather your body alive because of that incident back then?
It has only been less than a week since you last saw him, after that one action-packed night. Avoided him at all costs; just hypothetically guessing his whereabouts and initially avoided places as such.Tried to lay-low despite of how desperate you have been trying to get better at life again. Applying for jobs that had much of high-standards, leaving you in a state of deeper depression and train-wreck, with a wallet that only had dust and dreams.
You still felt eyes observing you day by day. Even though, you knew there was none. Was it really? or was it just because you were over reacting? it felt like eyes skimmed at the back of your head the moment you leave your apartment to deal with your everyday chores and other important stuff to deal with.
Or perhaps it was just the guilt that was crawling back at you since that eventful day happened because you know, what you did was wrong.
But, morally right somehow. Just not lawfully though.
This surely seem like this wasn't his first rodeo on trying to find people who supposedly do not want to be found. Or to say, Endo was just bonkers enough to appear like a ghost that has been revived from the dead when you knew damn well that you wouldn't get to see him ever again.
Were you even sure about that? especially in regards to what happened that night?
He heard you. The rhythm of your foot-steps, anticipating for this moment. Endo slipped that phone he was using inside his pocket with a grin on his face as he fully turned—-wholly seeing his face again for the second time as if the night was relieving how you first met.
"Why...the fuck," was the first response he'd gotten. Hisgrin growing wider as he assesses the reaction he was getting, "...are you at my goddamn front door?"
"Hey, fun-size." fun-size? Endo avoided your question. His voice was gravelly. Rough. Just as how much you remembered clearly. "—-aren't you quite hospitable tonight or is this just a special occasion?"
This was a problem in this apartment you had. Just a little noise could get everyone shifting on their feet. You could already hear people who were planning to ask what the commotion was about and it was making your heart beat grow faster. The fact didn't even help that some were really...nosy snoopers to the point that it annoys you a whole lot.
This guy was even making it difficult to handle because Endo had that unfamiliar smile on his face that reached his eyes, looking somehow...harmless. No, no. He was just probably trying to get into your head. A facade that he wanted to mentally put you in before he gets under your skin.
"I wanna tell you that I missed ya'!" Huh? he blurted out all of a sudden, his gruff tones loud enough to be grating. The way he said it—-looked like he was even sincere that he did. Though, his next sentence got you choking on your own saliva. "—-Have you smacked another creep in the head the past few days?! got him all bloody again?! too bad I couldn't witness it if you did! but, I sure as hell hoped to!"
Oh, dealing with this man's mouth was no joke. He had no shame. Endo was yapping as if he was just spouting harmless fairytales.
"You—-!" you started, wanting to make a run towards him and keep him quiet. But, you know that was impossible due to how he was recognized and how you probably heard what he does for a living.
With a shaky finger pointed towards him, you exclaimed, "—-better shut your loud mouth for a second! Don't say a single damn word!"
You could hear your neighbor's doorknob rattle beside you. Hence, you couldn't help but scram fast. Striding closer to Snake eyes in a hurry, in which he had stepped away from your door for a second. An amused glint in his sharp eyes, watching you rush and open your apartment door with shaky hands. Once you've successfully did, you've quickly and tried your hardest to push him in from behind. Both hands on his broad, sinewy back.
"Hey, hey." he rasped with a tilt of drawl, voluntarily taking a step inside your humble abode. Arms up in surrender while he allowed you to maneuver his muscled weight. "There's no need to rush. I'm a willing visitor! It's not like I plan to leave too soon anyways!"
You've successfully pushed him inside, slamming the door shut. Too loud that you hissed from it—-knowing you'll regret that sooner or later.
Endo was taken aback from your sudden, bold actions. Entirely shocked you would even hold or invite him inside your place—-Well, forced him to when you were acting like you didn't want to see him prior to minutes ago.
This home you had...was a place that he probably considered shabby to his...tastes.
His eyes skimmed everywhere, Utmost curious about how eroded the white walls were despite it being a little bit modern. With the kitchen feeling like it has been used for years end without renovation. No couch even and just your double sized bed that had several amount of plushies decorated around it.
Thus, all of a sudden—-this guy felt like he was at home and took the opportunity to take that space on your bed. Swaggering towards it and posing like you would be drawing him like one of your French girls. A tattooed hand supported his messy head, his muscular biceps folded, hidden beneath that clothing he wore.
This guy..."Why are you here, Yamato?"
You've scrunched your nose at that, hearing his name roll off your tongue. In thorough wonder as to what his true intentions really were.
"I'm an important guest," he teased with a growing grin, dilly-dallying. "—-Waited for four hours. Don't you think I deserve at least a cup of tea for that kind of dedication?"
Waited for four hours?
He remained unmoving, watching you with that amused glint in his sharp eyes. Oh, he was amused. Seeing this as something that was going his way.
"I'm going to ask you again," you've tapped your toes along the newly scrubbed tiles. Your apartment a little bit small for Endo to even be lounging in around, considering how he was deep-pocketed with wealth. He might have been used to those spacious, luxurious apartments. "Why are you here?" pause. "—-and if you're never going to answer me then it's best that you should leave right now."
Despite of how stern you were trying to sound, the sweat pooling underneath your heel was saying otherwise.
Because there was no doubt that this six foot one tattooed guy, with sinewy guns that can choke you alive, no doubt—-Endo in that black tank top accompanied with his leather jacket from day one—-was still giving you the wary, conscious feeling even if he was dressed differently and surprisingly comfortable tonight.
In a horrifying and interesting way nonetheless, considering...how he was infamous for.
This man's a part of a gang. For Pete's sake.
You heard stories about him. Eavesdropped on the gossips about Endo Yamato when he had been visiting that high-end bar you have been working in for business he had to attend.
You were no entertainer in that place. No. You felt like your face...did not match the high-end bar's descriptions and requirements for such. But, you tried since the pay was obviously higher—-at least, twice or thrice the amount. Yet, you were instantly rejected due to their otherworldly standard for a face-card they wanted.
Deep down you knew you were cute and pretty. Well, as much as how your parents say you were. Though, other people say otherwise, making it look like it was just...all in your head—-opting to try and love yourself better.
Other than that, you were a side-line waitress and janitress altogether. Which you were supposed to only be solely working as a waitress. Howbeit, it seemed like your manager had other plans in mind and kept you more obscured from the people—-probably wanted you out of the front-lines due to customers mostly being elites.
Was it because you were sometimes clumsy? that accident only happened one time and you already learned from it because your co-worker guided you through it all. Yet, the manager was still forcing his preferences and kept you away from the essential workers which have definitely filled more of that pent-up anger you had since the day you were ever born.
You hoped life would be better if you were to be reborn.
Or maybe you can just be a cat instead?
People were being unjust. You knew deep down they were being disrespectful—-unfair to you. But, you always held your tongue and held back all your pride. Your morals constantly begrudging for redemption.
"A bit mean, aren't ya?" Wavy hair had sat down on your bed, criss-cross. Continuously grouching with an obvious frown, ruffling his hair more than ever in annoyance. "—-actin' like we hadn't talk that night. You wound me!"
"I didn't know you were a little bit impatient. But, that's alright," he clicked his tongue, the side of his lip lifting into a furtive grin.
Endo's complaints turned a 360 degree when he smiled. Toothy fangs on show. Brushing off your discourtesy like he was used to churlish attitudes. Receiving this futile attempt of you trying to drive him out of your own home with incessant beams, "Gonna take more than that to drive me away, I'll tell ya' that much."
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"A legend. A prodigy."
Huh. "A legend? of what? prodigy? what makes you say that?" what made him extraordinary? even to the point that people call a tall, tatted guy who looked like he handles gang stuff—-a legend?
Sure, looking like a shady guy—-but for your co-worker to name him like that was kind of out of the box.
Lizzy had taken a pause, blinking and momentarily looking up at the ceiling to take a gander before she continued, "Heard he's praised and admired by everyone who surrounded him. He excelled in everything. Even is one of the best and strongest fighters from...somewhere? I just heard those rumor from the ladies. Sorry, I'm really not familiar of the stories right now. I have no idea if he's someone related in that kind of family or he just gives me that vibes? Perhaps, just in a horrid gang, or even handles one. But, he's a man who has probably done shady stuff. Not your typical bad boy you'd bump shoulders and just glare against." she paused, pursing her lips and tilting her head.
"Endo Yamato seems like an instigator. Probably, the one who attacks physically and psychologically too."
You've blinked at that, raising a brow. "You're making him sound completely unhinged... like a total sociopath."
"Can't you tell? does he look sane to you?" Lizzy nasally retorted back, laced with sarcasm.
You knew. Felt them all. Knowing how to read people like a book even just by looking. Endo Yamato was up to no good.
But, when desperation comes forth, it seemed like shame was simply out of the door with a blink of an eye.
You've sighed, thinking twice or probably not thinking at all because the words that fell out of your mouth has caught Lizzy off-guard.
"Yeah. He doesn't look sane." you've murmured and admitted quietly. Another question slipping past your lips, "But, is he rolling in the riches?"
Lizzy choked on her own saliva.
"What are you—-" you've cut her off.
"Just answer the question, Lizzy."
She couldn't help the lines forming around her forehead from your straightforwardness. Stress creeping her from behind, giving herself goosebumps. "Endo's in a gang for fucks sake!" she'd blurted out loud, eyes widening from where that question of yours even came from.
"He's rich. Of course, he's rich! A little more than I think so because gossips say he handles shady stuff! You know what happens in gangs, right?! Dangerous! Really dangerous!"
Lizzy tried to shake those thoughts of yours away, "If you need money to survive, at least—-just get a loan or something!" pause. "—-That guy doesn't seem like a loan shark either! Unless, you're really desperate and want to be associated with him?!"
You were really. Desperate, that is. Yet, you held back your tongue—-probably, bit it too hard to stop yourself from saying something out loud.
"Look, I'm already drowning in debt. He might just be my ticket to the top?" you've hesitated to state your jokes, especially when you've received a scowl from her.
Lizzy was being too stressed from hearing these from you that she couldn't handle your jokes right now.
"Yeah, to the top!" She hushed, emphasizing her words clearer as she moved a little bit closer to whisper-yell, "The ticket to topping him in bed to clear your tab!" she'd loudly whispered her double-entendre sarcasm with a light bonk of her hand to your head, with Lizzy being a little bit taller than you, "—-Or you're just booking a one-way ticket to hell!"
You couldn't help but held onto the back of your head, where Lizzy hit you. "Is...that guy nice, at least?"
"Is that guy nice, at least?!" She repeated your words, mocking you because she found your question...idiotic and crazy.
Your co-worker had to make a face out of bizarre. Instantly shaking her head as if it was a no but then her sentences was contradicting all of her facts. "That dude just looks laid-back and carefree! Do you honestly think a guy that handsome—and yes, the tattoos are incredibly hot—who is tall, brawny, and looks like he tortures men for fun, is going to be nice?"
You couldn't help but facepalm from everything you were hearing. She was right. Your guts say she was right too.
"If you're his type, sure! But, his type is very obviously Gyarus'. Have you seen the girls he's with?" Lizzy sighed out loud in utter frustration, even shaking her head at you, "You are definitely not a damn Gyaru. You're just short, cute, and innocent. A total pocket companion. People would only want to keep you around like a lucky keychain because you look completely incapable of defense."
Her lack of filter caught you off-guard. You blinked, your jaw dropping from the bare truth and you can't help but just swallow everything down, "That's...oddly specific of you, thanks."
Lizzy suddenly paused, humming for a second and trying to recall something from the back of her mind.
"There's also the fact that... well, he seems to fixate on men, too. Heard it from a friend out in Makochi that he's obsessed...no, fixated? devoted? infatuated towards...what was his name again?" pause. "Oh, I think it was Takiishi Chika and...I have no idea about that Sakura guy though. Heard he's a new one. Someone he favored a little deeply too. But, Endo Yamato's weird, I tell ya'."
She'd taken one fleeting glance towards that specific VIP table where Endo sat before turning back to the conversation with you, "The dude is unstable. Just watch your step if you're going to use him to get to the top. He bites. You literally have no idea what's in store for you."
So, he goes both ways? really? you couldn't guess just by his appearance from watching him along the sidelines every time he was around. Never even gotten the chance to interact with him—-and probably because you were trying your hardest not to be around their table because you certainly did not like the vibe they were giving.
"Maybe try borrowing from your family? I'm really sorry I couldn't come through for you. Budgeting is just a nightmare right now and my bills are way too tight," she honestly confessed, sighing out loud before Lizzy snapped her fingers to get your attention.
"Get that dangerous idea out of your head and let yourself feel the panic for a moment. Just let it all out. Then, snap out of it, Tiny-san. Desperation won't give you anything but trouble if you let it control you."
Let it all out, huh?
You couldn't help but sigh. The reality of wanting to survive in this world you live in was testing all of your moral compass. You've observed the people around you. Those affluent; those who had pretty faces to sell, skills to offer and a mouth to work for.
Until you've ended up watching a table you've avoided the most. Stealing curious glances towards a mystery that should be eschewed from. The infamous Yamato Endo and that sinister grin he had with those two aesthetical Gyaru beauties on either side of him while he sat on a leather couch. Giving them the attention they probably hankered for, accompanied with casually formal dressed men who seemed to be someone he works with.
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What have you gotten yourself into?
"Damn it! I'm going crazy!" An exasperated puff of breath. Every part of your resilience fading when you've seen this man smile a little more sinister than you could ever imagine. It was alarming. Dreadful. Fetching? Or was that really just a part of his sexy charm that gets the ladies?
"Relax! There's no need to get your panties in a twist!" he'd gravely muttered, sharp eyes still on you. "I was really hoping I'll get to see you tonight, fun-size."
Hoping to see you tonight? why?
It sounded gruff. Endo chuckled from beneath his chest, low and controlled. Just like you were put in a spot that he imagined you to mentally be in. Well, the night was getting more interesting than ever.
You've heard a neighbor open their door from the outside. It was already night time. Hence, it was expected to shush through the night and by how loud, exaggerated and reprimanding your voice was, you knew you were noisy enough for them to worry.
A glare was given towards Endo who has done nothing but grin and smile throughout the whole ordeal as if he was feeling all glee and excited. Was he crazy? you were angry, frustrated and anxious for what was happening. Everything all together—-just completely stressed out.
But, this was your fault to begin with. That little voice inside your head have thought.
"Stupid, stupid! I'm fucking stupid! I literally skipped thinking and just went straight to doing!" you tried to tell him...or yourself? The sound of your own voice echoing around your apartment. Reverberations of your regret probably skinning you alive already, blaring and continuously berating.
"—-and now you're hunting me down!"
"Hey, I wouldn't call it hunting, ya' know? you make me sound like a creep. I'm really pretty sane!" Sane? him? in one sentence? sure. He admitted and called out, "—-If you hadn't dropped your I.D. that night, I wouldn't have had an excuse to come looking for you. But hey, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't really glad you did. Who knows?"
"Hear me out first," He'd lifted his tatted hand, flicking his wrist as he casually spoke, "It's cause you interest me." he'd rasp, a prideful smirk given to his confession. A casual, honest protestation that only this guy could do, "...and cause I happen to also fell for ya',"
and cause I happen to also fell for ya'?
"Huh, what the hell?" was the only response he'd gotten from you—-and his gleaming smiles that reached his eyes made it even more difficult to process it in.
He wasn't serious, is he?
You were sure your expressions were exaggeratingly written all over your face. That scrunch of your nose says that Endo Yamato did not care whether you would take that to heart or to scrub it off like rubbish.
He did not care. He just wanted...to be there. This man knew he was there because he wanted to—-no, he needed to meet you again.
Three knocks on your door and your heart skipped a beat.
"Are you alright in there, Tiny-san?" you've heard your neighbor Hayami asked you from the other end of your door. Worry lacing on the tips of her tongue.
You've zeroed in on Endo, a silent warning to keep his mouth shut. He was comfortably sitting on your bed, criss-cross and watching everything unfold with a flicker of amusement in his seafoam eyes.
"Y-yeah! Yeah! I'm all good, Hayami-san!"
No? shouldn't you have said no?
She cleared her throat, taking a second to respond and probably wary of her next sentences, "Are you okay? I heard a gruff-sounding man and got worried. Also, there's this guy earlier..." she trailed off, humming for a second as she thought, "Do you even know that guy waiting for you? He's a tall, hot, charming one covered in neck and hand tattoos? He's been out on your door since seven but he's nowhere to be found now."
Why'd she even had to mention he was hot and charming?
But, Hayami heard and saw him too, huh? wait. Did you really heard her right? Endo was waiting for 4 hours?
"He probably got tired of waiting and left. You hardly ever have nighttime visitors---and never ones that look like that. It's incredibly suspicious. Who is he?"
Where was she going with this thought she had? you had squint your eyes back, making it seem like you were glaring right back at the grinning elephant sitting across the room, still and quiet. Observant. Or was he just being nosy at the same time and probably basking in the compliments that your neighbor was giving him?
"Is he a boyfriend? a fling?" pause. "—-Didn't know you went for bad boys. Guess you have a wild side after all." she'd suddenly felt like the need to be nosy tonight and spout just enough embarrassing conclusions that was worth the heat travelling your face. "—-Did it finally hit you how lonely you've been? I know you've never really let a man get close to you before. I know you've never really had a man in your life, so this must really be entirely new to you."
Was she lowkey telling you that you got no bitches since then?
But, it was true though.
You can't help but feel the sweat pool around your temples; can't help that you also wanted to throw your shoe at the tatted man who was trying to stifle a laughter from the other side of the room.
"A-ARE YOU CALLING ME BITCHLESS—-NO!" You screeched out loud. How vulgar it sounded on the tips of your tongue, instantly cutting off the lowborn confession due to Endo's presence who was certainly making it clear that he was there.
"—-I-I MEAN, A LONER?! I'm not a loner! I just like being alone! I enjoy it! what's the problem with that?!"
She sighed out loud, exaggeratedly even. "Hey, come on. I never said it was a problem. I'm just looking out for you because you're always alone watching those anime stuff. I've never seen you with a guy before. Ever. That's the only reason I'm worried about who that guy with the tattoos is." Hayami clicked her tongue, probably shaking her head outside too.
"Though, sometimes, you talk to yourself where it really...gets weird already. Remember last time I caught you venting to a random cat?"
Was she even there that day? you've fed the cat too and not just...talked to the feline.
Your knees felt like jelly. From the humiliation, of course. "I was feeding a stray cat! It was hungry! Even you would feed a hungry cat if it meows at you and looks are you with those cute boba eyes!" pause. "Anyway, I need to sleep now. Thanks for caring! I'm fine! No need to worry about me! You should get your beauty rest!"
You've heard her retreat from the front door. Her footsteps echoing in the background. The moment Endo knew she left, he released a loud laughter that ticked you a whole lot.
"Haha! Man, your neighbors really need to get a hobby!"
He cackled out loud, holding his stomach in the process. So loud. Grating. From his gravelly tone of voice. Never even trying to stifle or keep himself silent. The dude was cracking up a bunch that you wonder why you even thought of asking help from this...man in the first place.
Endo hasn't even finished laughing when you've nonchalantly stated---no, proclaimed to contradict to his previous confession. Disbelief dripping your tongue. He was not serious about that. This guy was probably just there to get his money back or to make you pay for it.
"You're crazy. You're not interested in me, Yamato."
His own cackles slowly died down. Still sitting criss-cross, he'd sluggishly had his elbow on his knee, tatted knuckles supporting his jaw. The other hand on his other knee. His gravelly tone turning an octave lower, a grave and thoughtful sense of his words got you catching your own breath, "Well, hate to break it to ya', Fun-size—-but I really am." Snake eyes, deadpanned and reassured.
"Do I need to say it thrice for ya'? I don't really play around or fake it with this kind of stuff."
Endo repeated to set himself clearer this time. The glint in his eyes showing how entertained he was feeling. A strong, visceral feeling he has always felt towards the people he likes the most. What was it? was it because of your desperation? hopelessness? your capriciousness? that angered, disgusted look in your eyes that night? or something he couldn't understand just yet?
He gave a shrug of his brawny shoulders, clicking his messy head to the side, "Wouldn't be hoping to see you again if I wasn't. You think I would waste time for someone who I clearly don't care about?" he casually stated the fact out loud before setting his seafoam eyes on you again, "But, it shows that you're just really tryna' avoid me, and you purposely don't wanna be found, right?"
"...weren't you hiding from me because you think that what you did back at the bar was horrid, and uncalculated?" Pause. "it was practically a reckless roll of the dice." Endo lowly snickered, "—-right out in the open with those people around? Right in front of those idiots? That's a work of a nut job, I tell ya'."
He knew that you were trying to hide from him in case he wanted the money back? and that he would probably come back for...blood? But, no. You didn't regret punishing those who were worth to have their hands cut for touching people who do not want to be touched.
Endo clicked his head to the side, in thorough wonder, his wording coarse. "So, is this a kink of yours? do ya' like hiding and being hunted down like a mouse? I can give you that cheap-thrill if you really like that shit, Fun-size."
"If you think I regretted what I did back at the bar because I know it would get me in trouble—-no. You're damn wrong." you've somehow managed to state that firmly, catching Endo off-guard because he was certain that you were regretting what you did because you know you fucked up. Big time. He just simply knew you weren't that kind of gal. In terms of appearance wise, you were looking entirely submissive and naive. Gullible. Easy to handle. Easy to manipulate. Yet, hearing you stand your ground and be headstrong about your ideals and morals like this—-
—-makes all those thoughts he had inside his head turn more restless and subtly greedy to hear further from you; needing more from you.
"Those type of men are disgusting, shitty assholes and they deserve to be butchered straight to fuckin' hell. If nobody does it, then who else will?"
You haven't even notice the smirk that cracked beneath the surface of his bewilderment, entirely oblivious to the sudden bright flush blooming across Endo's cheekbones.
You've decided to take a step closer to him, wanting to make this a little more amicable rather than treat it like a business chat. But, it was probably not the best idea because you were still not used to...his guises. That presence of his that have been somewhat overwhelming. Observant and wondrous. Excited. Watching you like a new statue he ever wanted in the past and would like to heavily cherish and keep within arms reach as time goes by.
"You're right, Fun-size! They're absolute garbage! They deserve to be thrown straight into a dumpster—-! Front row seats for me—no, no, no—! I'll do it with you too. You shouldn't get to have all the fun!" those quaint, encouraging words practically broke out of him, tumbling over one another in a frantic, unstoppable rush.
What...was he saying?
You had to squint your eyes and try to see the image if it was even real as you deliberately walked closer. Why did Endo look like he was thrilled over something—-over saying all that?
This guy was more intimidating the more you closed the proximity in a healthy amount. All of his tattoos not even revealed. Those cunning, sharp eyes. It goes to show that he had an aura that was baleful enough for people to run away from. Yet, here you were---trying to make everything cordial and just an arm reach from the snake.
What were you even thinking when you confronted him? to even ask for help...with this guy? just how far did your desperation went that you weren't thinking straight? were you not scared?
Just by his appearance alone screamed he was dangerous. Yet, you somehow caught yourself in such a mishap with him?
Were you crazy?
You've turned your head out of embarrassment. Your cheeks utterly feeling warm. Honestly speaking out to him about why you have done that, your other issue or problem that is. Just telling him straight to the point. But, also avoiding the violence you have caused in the bar. Wanting to not talk about it anymore.
"But, about the...money. Well, I was just...desperate, okay?" He'd blink back, his mouth neutral. Ceasing to show what he was thinking. Perhaps, judging your desperation already during that time. "I was out of options. Desperate for cash and you looked...like you could help me...I'm sorry."
Endo smelled like high-end perfumes, bursting through aromatic, musky sandalwood that trailed across your apartment. There was no doubt that he probably showers in those stuff too. When he was covered up like this—-showing lesser of his tattoos had the guise that he bathed in such luxury.
"No worries! I helped out, didn't I?" his sharp eyes were shaped into crescents. In contrast to his menacing demeanor. Seeing those fangs you were gradually becoming accustomed with. Huh? was this guy...feeling elated over that?
"If you want, I can do more than that! I can go through fire and water for you!" he'd suddenly professed out loud, the idea never even fazing him. The thought of the depth within those words he used seemed like it weighed nothing; like he would gladly do so.
"Lucky you! I'm here to help ya' out again!"
Help again? Oh, no. Was he asking for your life now? in-exchange for more help?
Was this an exchange from the devil?
"...and I'm giving it back! I'm paying that cash back!" you didn't hesitate to tell him.
It felt like a trigger. It felt wrong. It felt like your choice of words were below the belt. A sentence that changed his whole-being of his laid-back demeanor. Shifting a 360 degrees from the first time he arrived. His gruff tone staid and serious, like a threat that sparked your skin, giving you goosebumps. His eyes sharper as if he was giving daggers.
"Now, just how low do you think I am?"
It felt like you held your breath at that—-with your heart stopping, awaiting for any possible ways of demise. Were you about to die right now?
You couldn't help but squint your eyes, waiting for him to choke the life out of you.
Yet, his response ignited a scrunch of your nose again. Thoroughly finding his...reactions odd. Endo shouted loud enough for you to think that he was venting---and that he took your observation to heart---like he was mentally hurt from it. Angry. Pained? offended?
"Do you think I would come here to ask you to pay up?! Do you really think I'm that kind of a guy?! Even Sakura thinks that!"
Sakura? Oh, Lizzy was right. Your intuitions were really true. He was insane for sure.
"U-Uhm," you've scratched the side of your neck in awkwardness. Brushing off the choked up feeling of dying by his hand minutes ago. "I...just know you're a man who prolly deals with something secretive..." you didn't add the shady part. That made him shut up for a second. He waited for your next thought, "...and also devoted...infatuated...head over heels—-no, I dunno. Sorry for saying that---uhm, towards two guys named Takiishi and Sakura?"
At the mention of both of his favorite people he cared for, Endo Yamato's seafoam eyes turned into saucers. Agitated and probably feverish to even hear their names come out of your mouth like a magic spell you had cast.
"I haven't told you about them yet, right?!" he exclaimed, a little bit too feverishly, in a gushing frenzy that had you feeling overwhelmed from such a childish behavior from a full body tatted man.
"I didn't know you were that curious!" he'd suddenly confronted, reciprocating your frankness with his own favored ideations. The light in his eyes, showing how excited he was for the topic probably even blushing and thrilled too. "—-am I interesting enough for you to be collecting tid-bits of information about me?!" Lines immediately formed across your forehead the more he talked and yapped.
"You could have just asked! I'm flattered, really!"
He definitely misunderstood what you said. Seeking this gossip taken from your co-worker as a way of understanding that you were giving him at least, the attention he was craving for.
"Better ask me about myself, I'll gladly tell ya'!" Endo had a toothy grin. His smiles still...giving you the creeps somehow. But, also...reassuring if that makes sense since he wasn't causing you any harm yet. You were expecting him to. There was no other reason he just casually popped up on your door just to chit-chat, right?
"—-Cause you gotta' keep your facts correct too, ya' know?"
Where was he going with this?
You could only shrug your shoulders, looking away for a second, trying to find the words inside your head that wouldn't sound...rude or offending to his preferences. Never even understanding what he wanted and what he meant. But, you entirely deciphered where he was coning from. "Well, I technically didn't know you were a...or...are you even really...well,"
He patiently waited for you to finish your sentence, seeming at lost for it since it has incomplete contexts. Your own thoughts faded and you just left it at that, leaving the topic alone. You didn't want to strike a nerve especially when he looked really strong and being alone with him would instigate cautious measures to think about.
"...Okay. Alright. Whatever floats your boat, whatever makes you happy. That's what's important."
It felt like whiplash. His entire demeanor changed from smug and certain to a compelling personality, all together. A persuasive one that had your brain cease from processing any thoughts.
Your heart skipped a beat, feeling enkindling warmth wrap around your wrist. The comfort of your own bed bouncing beneath your derriere. Lately realizing that Endo has excitedly pulled you to sit in front of him. The shriek leaving your throat, getting the best of you from how...overwhelming his presence may be.
Sitting before him, reveling more of his overpowering presence. The proximity closer but not close enough to consider as endearing. It came to your senses that his verdant, sharp eyes had a void of trouble and comeliness. Two words collided to wrap you in danger or distress; in the elysian fields or in Pandemonium.
You knew deep down why the ladies fawned over him. He knew his ways around them. A charmer. A total knock-out. This guy...was inevitably...and certainly...hot. Charismatic. More so, up-close. No wonder Hayami called him hot too just by looking at him.
His hold on you was tight. Too tight to leave but not tight enough to hurt. The gesture felt like a prayer for his baffling, obscured desires he had in mind.
"Just say the word and I'll get you a new apartment!" he beamed, like the idea was just buying candy from a mall.
A new apartment?!
You couldn't help but feel your temples start to hurt the more he talked. You couldn't understand him. Why he was acting this way nor what was...making him go all the way out for you.
"What—-!" you've exclaimed, quickly stopping his train of thoughts. Your own fingers trying to wheedle away from his hold around your wrist. Though, apparently, his strength was no joke. That grip he had was damned evil that he did not hesitate to grab onto the other with his tattooed hands.
His hands were large. Fingers long.
If he wanted to bash your skull, he could.
But, he never made it seem like that was where the pace was going.
It made your eyes grow into big saucers. Feeling his long, calloused fingers; one that felt rough, flawed. Due to the immense amount of fights he probably had. His thumb skimming over your pulse points that was worth the hairs on your back to stand. Wait, was he checking if it's finally the right time for your death? it didn't help that his bright smiles never faltered.
"No, no! I don't need a new apartment! I might seem like I need it but—-no, no!" you've struggled against his hold and probably also struggled at that offer he had. You were tugging away from his strength but he never budged. He was like a fly that you couldn't swat away because he keeps coming back.
"Stop joking and just leave me alone already, Yamato!"
He didn't seem like he was listening at all.
"Looks like you really do need one, that's for sure!"
You raised a brow at him. Thoughts filled of what would probably make him leave. Lizzy did once say that he favored those two guys right? perhaps, mentioning them would get him skedaddling?
"Go hang out with Takiishi or I swear—-!"
Endo instantly cut your words off, just by the mention of his mere name. You knew it. He was too fixated on that guy.
But, his response simply says that Takiishi was probably tired of his presence tonight and he had to leave the house for a moment, which got you expressing such a wince that Endo has showered himself in. "He's not at home yet. He had stuff to do. I also left the keys somewhere. But, he never uses that! He'll just knock the door down again!"
No, you should go to him. Was what you wanted to say. But, kept your mouth shut and thought of the other guy.
You've took a second, your eyebrows bunched together. With Endo blinking and quietly observing your expressions---like he wanted it painted. Remembered. You could feel your face grow hot because he was not keeping himself detained of the fact that he was watching you. This guy was shameless."Then—-then with Sakura?! He might need you for something tomorrow or—-?!"
Stutter. No. Why were you starting to feel thoroughly aware of who Endo is?
It doesn't help that the more you stutter and try to steer clear of his hold and presence—-trying to look away—-he was making it known that he did not care you were fidgety. Endo was resolute to engrave every bit of expression and reaction out of you that he turned his head to peak and see you better between the hairs that curtained your face.
The topic had him yapping out loud though, like an excited fanboy with such...immense outbursts that the apples of his cheeks even turned a bit...more pinkish. "We were just done with our lunch today. Oh! It was all fun! I didn't know what the guy wanted from that amazing Chinese Restaurant so I got him everything off the menu! He liked it! Finished the whole damn thing like a bulldozer!"
Overwhelming. Too much. The palpable feeling was burning your skin, especially the apples of your cheeks. You had to get it together. There was no doubt that if you let him consume you then this man would gladly take it and probably thank you for it either, no matter the reaction he gets. Negatively or positively.
goddamn, did he suck away all those social battery you had left for tonight.
"Hey, don't fuckin' hold me hostage." you spat with a grimace, glaring at him, side-eye. It probably sounded distant---bitter. It always happens when you were...too overwhelmed of everything. Never knowing how to react to stuff like this. His hold never seeming to leave your wrists, still. The growing hate on yourself was growing for how you had let everything happen and how it all ended up like this when your day should have been...peaceful.
It was your own fault. Your own desperation and stupid reckless decisions.
He wouldn't have the need to find you if you just added more weight to that debt through legal loan apps. If only you kept all that anger to yourself and let that woman handle herself in dangerous situations like that.
"Let go, Endo."
His smile fell a little at that; like he understood that was a no-go. A boundary or limit he thinks he should keep at bay. Comprehending that you did not like it at all. Thus, it felt like you were suddenly the bad guy here.
This felt like all that bark made you feel guilty over it.
"Heh." Endo grinned, instantly dropping his hold on you like he has been scathed. Bringing both of his arm up in surrender, "Alright, sorry! My bad! Just got a little too excited to see you again, I guess!"
Huh? did he really let you off that easily? like your word...was the law?
You couldn't help but clench your fists, biting the inside of your cheeks. Not knowing what to do in this situation. All those talk and stuff making you incompetent of even thinking straight.
Why were you even being mean to him when meeting Endo that night has saved you days from hunger?
It didn't help that he was handsome and the idea of being in the same room with this...dangerous looking guy was making your thoughts go in a haywire too. It wasn't a normal day-to-day basis that you meet gorgeous men.
In all honesty, you never are close with people like him because you never liked being around smug looking males. You hated them.
"What's..." your issue? your problem? you've started the conversation, face-palming to avoid those sharp eyes gazing, regarding you of your presence as if...he liked it, wanted to bask in your existence. "...what do you really want from me?" pause. "Tell me the damn truth already."
"I'm not here because I was sent by those dumbasses or somethin'," he'd gruffly informed you, sounding a little bit sassy as if he would never let anyone command him like that because he only does what he wants and how he wants his time spent. "I'm here because you need me," a gradual pause. The side of his lip lifting, "D'ya understand that? if you don't then..."
"...Nothing." Yamato continued and frankly stated casually. His grating voice an octave lower, as if his veracity was a revelation he did not opt to reveal nor catch himself reveling it out loud.
"...Nothin' at all, really." you couldn't help but have your eyebrows in a twist. So hard that you can feel that it was not what he wanted to say.
Now, you were just irritated. Mad. It was impossible for him to go all the way to find you just for nothing.
He was...a walking conundrum. Someone you couldn't understand---and that understanding was making you think that he was used to this kind of stuff and that this was a start of another fixation for him that you definitely did not want to think about. There was no way...
"YOU MAKE NO FUCKIN' SENSE, YAMATO!"
Those seafoam eyes glimmered beneath the stroke of light. Elation. Thrill. That flustered buzz.
His words sounded satirical, "Hey, what's there not to understand?" Endo shrugged his brawny, broad shoulders again. Repeating the same words that kept him there with you.
"Told ya' I'm here because I also really fell for ya', fun-size."
Your heart was certainly taking his words in a different direction when your brain says that he has his...own understanding of what that meant.
You couldn't help but squint your eyes right back at him. This time, giving him a frown that made him quickly disguise his surprise with a growing smirk.
"On with that damn bullshit again!"
Was it the way he grinned like a Cheshire cat? one that was odd enough for you to feel that it would haunt your dreams? of good or bad?
He even held a hand over his grinning mouth, those sharp eyes with extreme veneration that it had your heart pumping, going hurdles over a race you knew you could not win.
"Tough luck, huh?" his lip grew even wider as he admitted. A menacing chuckle vibrating beneath his sinewy chest. Accompanied by a litany of sheer piety that only he could withstand and take into account.
"All of that...That..." fiery passion and determination that struck him. That burning, unblinking glare you had for the bastard that night. Endo trailed off, leaving no context clues and made no sense. His words faltered, seeming like he did not want to say what his mind was trying to relish in.
His train of thoughts ticked a button inside your head—- that encountering him should've been left untouched; that meeting him should've just been a fleeting imagination of your daydreams instead.
"It's...beautiful, really."
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"I was the one requested," a gorgeous woman with bleached hair; a Gyaru that wore a classy dress rather than flashy ones have instantly interrogated the moment she had propped herself beside Yamato Endo who had his leg crossed, currently focused on his smartphone at hand and with whoever he was texting with. Never caring about their verbal cat-fight.
She shamelessly tutted directly at her co-worker. The music blaring off the bar, echoing in the background. Smell of cigarettes, sweat and expensive perfumes lingering around the club.
"Get off him, Himari."
Himari who had a flaming orange, bleached hair tutted back. A teasing smirk that was meant to irk the current girl who was supposed to take her space, "You were slow as heeeelll," she droned, nasally and a little bit whiny too.
The Gyaru had momentarily leaned closer to Endo, scooting closer around the space he has given. His burly arm draped over the back of the couch, not even touching her. Seafoam eyes still focused on his phone.
She couldn't help but stare at him, with eyes that probably gleamed, finding him charming—-hot—-especially with those tattoos that peeked out of his sleeveless shirt and leather-jacket. The women instantly knowing who he is with just that Infinity tattoo on his neck alone.
"Sore losers sure do love to grumble a lot. Don't you think, Endo-sama?"
Endo Yamato did not care for whatever was happening. Too focused on the topic—-towards the business he had on his phone, muttering more to himself with a smug smirk, pertaining towards the receiver on his end.
"Eh, that's too bad. He wants to bite the big one."
One thing lead to another and as much as you could remember, your impulsive plan to ask for help which was money related—-one plan that you know would probably be brushed off the sides by Endo has been canceled because an old, nasty geezer had to touch entertainers or a guest inappropriately while you had respectfully—-disrespectfully—-poured up all your pent-up anger towards someone of high authority in an inner-city gang who Endo knew and came in with.
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You were minding your own business. Mopping the floors just beside the bar side where a bartender and several people occupied the seats. You've kept yourself obscured as much as possible, hidden in the vast shadows of their own silhouettes. Keeping you unsteady especially with the amount of affluent people who seemed to enter a lot more than ever as the night went on.
Someone just had to barf on the floors—-and it makes you want to vomit too. No matter how elite a person is, money just simply can't buy class. They could've went to the bathrooms and got it all out there but no, they were too drunk for shit.
Let it all out, huh?
A tall, brunette woman---wearing a promiscuous, black tube dress stood before a well-off suited, nearly balding old man was just beside as you mopped.
"You're no entertainer here, am I right? what are you? some high-class escort then?" you've heard the geezer whisper, lips close enough to her ears that you can tell she was trying to retract from. "—-you've been swaying your hips, trying to make eye-contact with those beady eyes and catch the attention of rich men. I know what you are and what you want."
She seemed to be struggling off his hold, his hands seeming to travel along her sides, feeling her up and continuing to please himself by raking his hands over the top of her breasts.
Was she one of the bar's entertainers?
No, no. Maybe, this was how she worked. You've paid no judgement to what she does for a living, especially in this economy in today's society. Though, despite that—-she could choose what or who she wanted to be with. This lady was making it look like she made the wrong choice and she had no chance of escaping.
And so, you've did the unthinkable.
Your mop fell on the ground with a fleeting thud. Before you knew it, this man was already slapped hard by the back of your hand that it echoed with the music.
"Just who do you think you are?!" he seethed underneath those clenched teeth. His cheeks reddening from the harsh impact of your slap that it had you sighing out loud.
Just give in to it and blow off some steam.
This old man have towered over your height. Instantly reciprocating your gestures and slapped you twice harder than you did which made you stumble along the floors pathetically, catching the attention of everyone close enough.
Including Endo Yamato's, who seemed to have pulled his gaze away from his phone. A growing renowned grin but indecipherable glint in his sharp eyes while you were pathetically on the ground. Those two Gyarus on either side of him not helping in this situation, covering their mouths as they snickered. The humiliation and shame eating you up alive. Perhaps, laughing from that pathetic fall either.
It's always the rich. Having the last laugh out of everything, even in life. It was always the wealthy who does everything they wanted even if it was morally wrong.
You've held yourself together, clutching onto that cheek where you were slapped, your eyes warm—-blurry—-probably wanting to burst into tears. You didn't and just bit your cheeks hard enough to tell yourself that it was not worth it as you were trying to hide your face from everyone's judgmental thoughts.
Was she stupid? is she crazy? how disrespectful. Was probably what they were thinking and saying right now.
"That's right, lowlife. Women should know where they stand. Oh! Perhaps, three steps behind men. I'll have the manager cut you off your job after this shitty, pathetic stunt you pulled." This old man have thought out loud, his words entirely ill-mannered and self-righteous. "...Have fun wallowing in the gutter,"
Wallowing in the gutter, huh?
"—-and if you want me to stop basking in the women who clearly begs for a man's attention in exchange for their body," he'd started again, never even knowing when to shut his mouth. "—-then you need to be tougher than that, woman."
You've felt a harsh push from your derriere. This man's foot harshly pushing you away from him with his dirty heeled leather shoe that got you stumbling another, like you were disgusting. Gross. Dirty. Though, you caught yourself better this time.
What...was this numbing feeling?
Was it from the rush of anger? pent-up anger? or the desperation to live? to thrive in a world where it was upside down for you? the motivation of living with morals while life was tempting you to react the opposite of it?
You could feel it, right at the bottom of your heart---that familiar, blazing ache that you can no longer restrain from all the mishaps since the day you were born.
In the blink of an eye, with a bottle of Hennessy in your hand, holding its nozzle. The crowd seemed to have stopped all their gossiping and whispers. Hearing the shattering sound of a bottle breaking and probably a bit of bone cracking ignited the loud gasps of entertainers and customers.
"Fucking hell!"
This old man have fallen back and stumbled on his own footing from that hit. Well, it was no normal mishap to have a person bashing the head of another with a bottle of cognac, right?
The adrenaline rush—-the heat travelling towards the far end of your nerves. How blurry your eyesight have turned, probably blackening out from the anger, disappointment, frustration and anxieties all together---it was truly overwhelming.
Even a warm, coppery scent filled your nose. From the blood of this old man that dripped from his balding head and from the hand that held a broken fragile alcohol glass.
It broke—-and it isn't just the alcohol bottle that did.
Everything was suffocating. Yet, it felt...better to let off the steam that was beginning to burble inside of you.
"Huh. Glad to see your head isn't a lot more tough than how you make it sound to be," you've spat, feeling the vile and antipathy on the tips of your tongue. Drips of blood from your fingers dropping on the floors.
"You may be rich. Old. Rude. A pig in a tailored suit. But, where did all that wealth go? did you swallow all that or did you just shove it up your own tailpipe?" you deadpanned, knowing it sounded off for others as if you had no feelings at all. When in truth, you were feeling...a lot.
"She said NO and that's a fuckin' boundary, right? DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND?"
You squatted before the fumbling man. Your nose wrinkling in visceral disgust while you leveled a burning, unblinking glare right through this old geezer. You've tilted your head to the side as you rumbled. Your expressions withering into a mix of fury and revulsion.
"...or are you just one hell of an idiot?"
He held onto his bleeding head, "Y-You bitch! You hit me! you fucking bitch!" the geezer spat, his hands trembling. Sheer disbelief and fury filling his mind. Never believing this was happening. You couldn't believe it too, not even his men would do this. Never ever.
"I-is this...blood!? It's my damn blood!"
This man looked behind. Seeing all his people immobile. Never knowing what to do since it was the first time that a woman has ever done this since the start of their business. It was mostly...men doing the violence and instigating it.
Hence, this whole discordance was worth to catch his attention so much. Perhaps, forming interest of the whole ordeal when it shouldn't have been.
"Yuma! Minato! Get this fucking woman away from me!" he ordered his own bodyguard, currently in such a hissy fit that his eyes were reddening from madness.
His bodyguards took one step forward. Though, Endo Yamato was quick in just the blink of an eye. Faster and definitely physically stronger. One of the best and strongest fighter, second-in-command and the founder for Noroshi. They have recently been associated with due to discussions that were related to such mishaps which happens in the inner-city gangs.
He was definitely known to be a very dangerous individual. Endo was also known to be extremely aggressive if things don't go his way. He had a twisted personality. Carefree. Laid-back. But, still unpredictable, nevertheless.
"Come on, relax!" Snake eyes intervened, grabbing both of the men on their shoulders. Stopping them from going forward as to grab and capture you. He knew what was going to happen anyway. Though, it had...Yuma and Minato feeling this eerie, weird feeling from him. Especially when he sounded at awe of the problem—-even hearing how he sounded thrilled of witnessing this. His words seeming like a threat; like a restriction that held a death wish for both.
They always had that ball of discomfort hidden beneath the pit of their stomach when Endo was at present. Everyone knew he was nuts, probably fickle to even know what he was thinking.
But, to Endo—-he considers himself pretty much sane and these guys always knew he was up to no good.
"We've got front-row seats for this. Why not enjoy the show for a bit?"
They knew he had that insane shadow looming within him which was why they never dared to take another step forward, especially when Endo's hold on them grew tighter. Keeping them still on their own feet.
You were still unaware of your surroundings, focused on the raging lividity still rising to your head, "Fuck you! Fuck everyone, you old fucker!" you spat, teeth clenching with every word that came out, "Fuck you for being gross and disrespectful! Fuck you for thinking so lowly of me! Might as well have your wrinkly dick cut if you can't keep it in your damn pants!"
You've even gestured thorough cutting with your bleeding hand.
"You fucking bitch—-!" he argued back. Eyes seeming to grow out of his eye sockets because he was much angered as you. But, you instantly cut him off, throwing the broken alcohol glass on the sides which has slid towards the feet of those bodyguards he owned, reaching Endo as well. "No, you're the bitch! You elitist, narcissistic, sexist asshole who should've just been wiped off the blankets so you wouldn't have been born! Fuck oooooooff, asshole!"
That Hennessy. It was from their table. You had no idea how you'd gotten a hold of it. Might seems crazy to say but you've think Endo have seen you grabbed onto it first and...he didn't stop you as much as how your foggy mind could remember through this fury you were trying to manage.
Shit. It finally dawned on you that the adrenaline rush was starting to leave your body.
It also probably made you realize that you were about to be in deep shit when you've seen Lizzy looking utterly appalled from the corner of your eye, like she was saying that this old man was known to be in a gang too.
Those bodyguards he was trying to call, you thought. This man was never from that VIP table in the first place. He sat right farther from Endo's table. So, you assumed he wasn't. He was not involved in that...kind of gang, right?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
You could feel your heartbeat quickening when you've heard the heavy taps of someone's sneakers. Igniting that there was a man walking close.They were probably about to grab you and plan to batter you till you were dead.
Thus, it was at that moment you knew what to do.
Run. Escape.
So, you did. As fast as you ever could to leave the bar. Even feeling the eyes of Endo Yamato, so heavy that you've caught him grinning like a Cheshire cat when you've passed by him.
He...was actually the guy who decided to step in. The one who was strutting towards the disturbance.
So, this guy you've bashed to the head was really involved in some sort of gang then.
You couldn't ignore that grin Endo had. He looked...utterly entertained because you've both have taken a second to give each other eye-contact, instantly giving you goosebumps from how unbothered he clearly seems.
"I want that woman dead or battered till she barely breathes!" Kenichi-san angrily exclaimed, groaning from the pain you have caused him, seeing Endo squat down beside him, smiling with indifference. Never fazed from the whole ordeal. "—-What's that bitch's name?!"
"Hey, boss." he addressed towards the guy, tones taunting him even more from what happened. He was just that guy. "Sheesh. Don't you think you're letting all that anger go to your head?" he'd even tried to get a rise off him in which he surely has received well, "...or rather that blood all over your bald head? I heard that was a lot tougher than it was supposed to be. Guess that rumor was a damn false alarm!"
"Endo!" Kenichi gave him a glare that Endo did not give a shit about. "You prick—-!"
He raised himself to his feet, swatting whatever imaginable dirt was on his dark jeans, raising a finger as he claimed. A slow grin cutting right through his smile. "I'm claiming dibs," Endo immediately decided, never wanting those two bodyguard of Kenichi to handle the problem.
"I'll get to decide what happens with that woman," with his hands inside his pockets, Snake eyes turned around his heel, sluggishly rolling his words but also leaving a subtle threat to it, "I want you to leave your men outta' this, Kenichi."
He couldn't help but feel the eagerness of meeting you. It was giving him that cognizance he had felt before. No, he needed to meet you. Immediately. "Leave her to me,"
He'd taken several steps away, until he could feel and hear the scurries of Kenichi's two men which peeved him off so hard that he had to cease from going further.
What a bother. "D'ya have a death wish?" Endo turned to give them a death stare. Sharp and sinister. A command and a threat all together that it had them both stop from even going further because they knew he wouldn't hesitate to give them what they expected him to. "I said," he'd emphasize, tones full and deeper.
"—-Back off, idiots."
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They weren't following you anymore right? They would probably think that you were still running away from them when you had to do a stop-over from a convenience store because you had to buy bandages, cotton and stuff to sanitize or close those wounds you have.
"I-It's from a glass! I somehow...well, just broke one because I was a little bit..." you've trailed off, looking away and finding a reason so you won't sound suspicious. "—-clumsy!"
The cashier was certainly shocked to see those bloody hands though. But, you never stopped for too long and just tried to wrap the bandage along the way as you ran from streets to the dead-ends.
Shit. Were you losing your sense of direction right now? in this dangerous time?!
You can hear footsteps.
No, you could hear fast-paced steps, like someone was chasing you from afar. Heavy and with intention.
Hence, you could even feel the heaviness of someone's locked in eyes, like you were a target ought to put down.
From the moment you turned an alleyway, your sighting was blocked when a man suddenly jumped from above, appearing to be like he landed perfectly--yet, hearing that grating voice that seemed to be bellyaching says otherwise.
"Shiiit! I knew that would hurt the second time!" The guy whom you could hardly see due to the lack of light posts exclaimed loud and clear, jumping on his own foot to relieve some of the pain he felt from jumping off two stories above.
You only knew he wore something black since he was mixing in with the hues of the shadows, you knew his intentions were bad. He wouldn't have stealthily came from the roof and appear before you if he had no wild intentions, right? Thus, your initial reaction was to turn around your heel and quickly rush out to leave. Fast.
"Wait!" He spat, never hesitating to grab onto your shoulder, trying to stop you from escaping.
You never knew the guy, especially when you couldn't see his face. When a stranger does this, best believe that anyone's reaction would be negative and probably flee from their presence.
"Don't touch me!" You slapped his hand away. Using your wounded one which was definitely the wrong one to begin with. Due to it bleeding, you knew it did not exert any strength at all because it was already in too much pain. "—-I mean it! Don't you dare touch me!"
Yet, despite of how weak that slap was. It seemed like the man got your point.
He had surprisingly let go at that.
After all that rage you've let out. You could feel your fingertips twitching; your nerves still pumped up that you...needed something to calm yourself down. You were breathing deep breaths, seeing more blood spread through that bandage you had sloppily applied.
"My bad!" He exclaimed, never bothering to look up at the intruder yet. His rough, fading chuckles catching your attention when it sounded like he was sauntering closer up front, "Sorry, sorry, I won't. I forgot you don't know me yet!"
With eyes downcast towards the pavements, high quality sneakers appeared from your line of vision. Your gaze skimming from the ebony pants he wore, to the black belt and coal-black leather jacket.
You felt your stomach drop. Those detailed tattoos on his hand till the Infinity symbol on his neck. How the fluorescence of the moon glistened over his growing grin, like a perilous snake who slithered out of the shadows. His seafoam eyes glossing a cloud of emotion you couldn't read just by observing him. You felt like you couldn't breathe and the pain from your hand was more obvious now when you've finally stumbled upon the man himself.
Was this luck? or...ill-fate?
Endo had such an obvious bravado with just his posture alone. The more he talked; the more it downed on you that you shouldn't have probably acted how you did back at the bar especially when he knew that old man.
He was an arm close as he towered before you. Your height making it impossible to even try and appear bigger before him because he was indeed, a lot taller.
Snake Eyes seemed like he knew how to handle a situation like this. Where his victim was incapable of even trying to form words, definitely a pro at knowing how to tread on this conversation.
"I didn't chase you down because of what you did back there," he stated frankly, a toothy grin visible beneath the pale moonlight.
Huh?
You couldn't help but look at him as if he have grown three snake heads. "Well, I know you didn't ask---," pause. "---But, my name's Endo Yamato."
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"Hwuh?" Endo had exaggeratedly muttered out his surprise. Sharp eyes turning bigger when he could process what you were...asking from him.
You didn't know why you even...blurted those words out loud as if you two were close friends.
But, you knew food was everything to you and once you come back home, there was...none. Also, it was probably to buy medicine for those wounds you have too since that bandages you bought were your last penny.
"You need cash?" he'd muttered again, not believing what he heard but also not giving a shit if that was what you wanted. But, he liked to play. So, he did with his own words, teasing you a little bit with the main problem you should have been focusing on since you just attacked someone they knew.
"Shouldn't you be pleading for your life right now after all that shit you pulled back at the bar, fun-size?"
You couldn't even look at him in the eye right now. Damn. It was always the worst case scenarios that happens with you.
But, he was right though.
A hand to your face. Well, he was right. Maybe, the vibrating anger screaming from the pit of your stomach—-hunger, was the one taking the lead right now. It was striking the iron while it's hot—-while Endo was right before you, having a surprising, casual talk with him.
"I don't even know why I'm asking you this," you've mumbled, gritting your teeth from lowering down your pride and loosing shame in the process of desperation. "Forget what I asked. It's stupid, I know."
You've turned your back on him, the shame looming over you twice tonight.
But, he seemed...to be too eager to even leave you off the hook. Snake eyes have grabbed onto your wrist a little too quick than you can even realize. Stopping you from leaving. His grip suddenly loosening when you've given him the side-eye, like he expected you to lash out or something for holding you like that. Yet, you never did react negatively. "Hey!---no, no. Wait a sec! I'm not done talking yet."
"I didn't reject the favor, did I?" he was keen and certain which made you squint back at him, mentally questioning why he sounded...enthusiastic about it when in reality, normal people would have shun you off and brush the request aside because you know damn well he was there to capture you for what you did tonight.
"How much do you need?" he'd eagerly offered—-with seafoam eyes gleaming underneath the moonlight, "—-Do you need thousands? millions?"
Silence. Your mouth hung opened at that.
Yet, Endo remained attentive of your response. He sounded serious---no, he was really serious. Patiently waiting for what you had in mind with a...smile that reached his eyes?
Thousands? millions? just why does he think you would borrow millions of money? as if you could pay that back? yeah, with your life, that is.
"Wha-what? No! Not---! Not thousands or millions!" his smile faltered from your sudden outburst. Was that not what you wanted?
"You know what, I'll just ask from other people!"
He immediately responded, a little too avidly, dropping his hold on your wrist before reaching for the pockets of his jeans, "No, no, you don't! There's no need to! I insist, really! I'll give you everything you want!"
At the bottomless pit of your heart, you knew you weren't leaving his sight until you take what you ask from him.
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"This won't do." He added more cash on that opened palm you have in front of him. Paper bills per paper bills felt like a walk of shame. It felt like you were dragging to walk with broken, bleeding feet.
You don't even know if he was actually doing this because he really wanted to help---or just wanted to mock about how poor you are.
He seemed like he still had more to add that you quickly closed your palms just so he would stop. You could feel your eyebrows cinched together from the frustration you were feeling.
It was really...embarrassing to even be looking like a beggar.
Another paper bill was left hanging in the air before your money-filled closed fist, "T-That's enough already! I'm fine with this! you're doing too much!"
Endo blinked, casually offering more—-abundantly giving more than what was asked. "I can give you more, really."
Was he doing this out of pity?
Why does it feel like you were trailing on the wrong path?
Awaiting for a loud laugh and perhaps stingy words that can pierce through the heart. Endo has given nothing that was opt for you to run off the hills and that was the worst part.
He was...acting weird for someone who you just met, and all the warning signs that Lizzy has informed you were showing that...she might be right.
You haven't noticed it, probably too caught up in your own thoughts. Snake-eyes randomly took out a card from his leather wallet.
"Here." he'd willfully offered. The card in between his tattooed forefinger and middle one. "Take the card. No limits or whatever."
You've squint hard enough to see the name written on the said card. With a woman's name on it? is this from the woman he hooks up with?
"Then, I'll find you." he'd rasped, before he changed the idea and eagerly muttered, "Or you can just tell me where youlive!"
He'll find me? or tell him where you lived?
That did not sound good.
Whatever your expression was, you couldn't control. Was it a grimace? a glare given towards Endo that had you spitting a rejection.
"No."
This seemed to alert him though. He instantly looked like he was struck by lightning when you've said that word.
Yamato couldn't help but get a hold of his messy, wavy hair. Suddenly at lost from what was happening, "Huh?!—-! shit—-what's wrong?! what did I do?!"
"I don't need it anymore." those words felt like you had kick him in the curb that he couldn't help but look panicked, "Keep that...card to yourself. I wouldn't want a gun up my head from women who know nothing of this talk between us. I don't have the energy for stupid cat-fights."
Oh, shit. Was it the wrong card? was all he can ever think of. Endo quickly snatched it back and flipped through several amount of cards he owned. With names of women even written on those.
But, he knew he has one that had his.
"Hey, no!" he tried to backtrack, startled by your sudden deadpan tone either, not knowing what was going through your mind at that. But, you definitely did not look happy about that at all.
"Hold on! Look, it's all on me, I swear! Accident! I just grabbed the wrong card, but hey—-! I'm good for it, I have my own! I didn't know you wouldn't like that!"
With trembling knees, trying its hardest not to stumble upon your two feet due to the mixed feelings you were experiencing—-those negative thoughts getting the best of you already. You've taken a step closer to him, eyeing up at him between your eyelashes. The height differences obvious.
Hence, it stunned him. For the first time ever again, especially when the sincerest gratitude left your mouth—-like an oath to never tell this secret to others.
"Thank you, Yamato."
What was that...recognizable feeling?
"It's...really...nice to meet you. Thanks for the big help." you've given him the most genuine smile you ever could. The hunger and pain from your hand definitely consuming your thoughts that you've done the inevitable.
Skedaddle. Run. That is. You took the chance to run when you could hear the bus echoing from a far distance.
Endo left it at that and have let you escape. "Hey! At least, let me get your..." he tried to get your attention again, but to no luck, you never looked back and your silhouette were nearly possible to perceive with the naked eye anymore.
He couldn't help but hold a tattooed hand over his mouth, a snicker of his own interest and amusement tangible to see and hear.
Until, he'd seen that work I.D you have dropped on the road while you were trying to escape from him.
Perhaps, this was fate making its way to meet you again.
Endo couldn't help but chuckle from that weird encounter with you and eventually decided to not go back on that bar tonight and just go straight back home to where him and Takiishi lived.
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"I used the money for food." you tried to explain to him about the money he lent you. Even though, he wasn't asking. It just sounded like you were being defensive of spending it on stuff that wasn't important. "—-If you're thinking of materialistic things...No. No way. I wouldn't go that far just to have things. I was just desperate to survive."
Endo nodded back like he understood it clearly. With a bright beam that held his sharp eyes in crescent shapes.
"Oh? what do you want then?" an excited pause. "Just tell me what you want! A car? A house? Designer clothing?! Make-ups?! I'll give you anything! I can really give you a new apartment because this one's really old and tacky!"
He definitely did not understand a single word you said. Wait, did he just insult where you were living?
You've given him a scowl, "Tacky? did I hear you right? what did you just say?!"
That cheeky smile of his was relentless as he repeated himself better, "A new apartment!"
You could feel your temples starting to twitch. "Were you even listening to what I said?" a loud, heavy sigh left your mouth. "No, I'm not taking it. I told you, I'm fine now. That money you've given was far enough already."
Like a switch, he'd went from smiling to smirking, appearing to be so smug as he frankly asked. Knowing the answer to his question already.
"So, was that enough to last your rent for the next month?"
No words came out of your mouth. You just avoided his heavy-lidded gaze and saw that the wall was better off talking to.
"Yeah...no comment."
"Bingo." he'd snapped his fingers towards you like a gun, "I know I make no mistakes and I guessed that right, Fun-size." Endo snickered before folding his knee and grabbing onto his smartphone that was in the pocket of his jeans.
Endo seemed to be typing stuff that lasted for a minute. Just a minute of awkward silence as he was busy talking to whoever he was chatting with. The satisfying pops along the keyboard informing you how quick he was typing them in a rush.
You couldn't help but sway your legs over the edge of your own bed while Endo comfortably lounged on it too. Was he finally leaving? for good?
Was it finally time to binge-watch that anime you've wanted to since yesterday?
You've stared onto his large hands that fit his flashy, latest model smartphone. Admiring his long fingers that were even surprisingly tatted with roman numeral symbols and shapes. Was his entire back tattooed as well or just half of it?
You remembered he came to that bar you worked in different types of fashion that was definitely out of the box but of good quality. He sometimes wore clothes that hid his tattoos but sometimes he doesn't. Though, you never paid attention to him all the time since you had your own job to do and not have time to ogle over beauties.
Your gaze skimmed over the apples of his cheeks, towards that sharp jawline he had. Even without those tattoos he had, you knew he was a charming, handsome boy when he was younger. He had a small cheeky smile plastered over his face while being too caught up with the person he was chatting with. Giving you time to appreciate that heightened nose which assisted more to his winsome face.
Then, towards those detailed tattoos on the back of his hands that confused you about what it meant. Was his body used to be practiced by tattoo rookies? since it seemed like it for you?
"...key, that good for you?"
Endo's sentences were quite vague. His first words never even being heard because you were too busy watching his tattooed fingers tap along his smartphone.
You've felt his eyes on you, making you snap away from trying to ogle over him somehow.
Wait, what the fuck did he say? what did he saaaay? was he asking to leave after an hour or so? if that was good for you?
You wanted to hesitate on your answer but you did not want him to think that you're hoping for him to stay all night. Never knowing what...he had in mind and what he...might do to you with him around.
Besides, your anime episodes were already waiting.
"Yeah, never been so sure about it, Yamato!" Leave now, please. A faux smile given to the snake taking the bait. You were all toothy, eyes in crescents. Your heart ringing inside your ears that you could even hear your own breathing and even...his.
He stared at you, for about a second. With glimmers in his sharp, seafoam eyes as if he has grown more fond of you with that simple smile and chummy call of his first name given; as if he was deprived of appreciation. That a simple gesture meant everything to this guy.
But, more did not mean better.
You could see his cheeks turned a little bit pinkish. What was happening?
"That'll be a cinch, then." he rasped with a smirk. His gaze landing on each item you own with a cheeky grin, "Leave your tacky stuff behind." he'd spoke with certainty, pointing at those old stuff you have for years. "I'll get you new ones that you'd like,"
What in the world?!
Endo jumped out of his position on your bed, sauntering towards your cupboard that definitely had...stocks of nothing. You definitely can hear him complain about it. Well, he made it clear that you could hear him bitch about it though.
"Seriously? Not even tea? What exactly do you do in here, just stare at the empty shelves?"
Seeing his tattooed hand over his messy hair was saying that he was probably judging your lifestyle by how you managed to survive everyday like this.
"I-I thought you were already leaving?!?" was the only response you could muster while shooting him harmless daggers over his head.
He walked to your refrigerator, opening it and sighing out loud to see nothing again but only mineral water to sustain yourself. Endo shut the door, surprising you of the next words that left his mouth. Probably doing more than just shocking you.
"You're leaving this small, tacky house by tomorrow, that's for sure." Snake eyes deadpanned, voice all raspy and certain. "Didn't I say I'm getting you a new apartment? one with a fully stocked kitchen, preferably."
A new...apartment? was this...pure hallucination that's happening?
He'd dragged his feet back to where you were, swaggering back with a little bit of stagger. Seeming to be like he had that habit of walking like that.
The offer was tempting but...shameless. What's in it for you? it was impossible that this guy would ask nothing in return to be helping you like that. What was Endo's problem?
That frown on your face definitely caught his attention though.
Were you mad at him?
Howbeit, it was certainly just internal, mental dilemmas and arguments forming inside your head from this sudden help he was trying to give.
Because you certainly and couldn't even say no despite not knowing what was about to happen in the future with this guy.
His offer felt like...a blessing somehow.
He plopped himself beside you, one leg up as he peeked a little bit more to see your face. Curiosity etching his face when you had to break away from all your thoughts, seeming too deep into it before.
Why did he look—-bothered? but somehow, not also understanding the situation you were feeling at the same time?
You came to realize that Endo was a really expressive guy despite of how different he is; how different his mind worked and how he thought of...stuff—-of life. Those seafoam eyes in an absolute, clueless agreement like he knew how to thread over fire that was ought to be taken care of cautiously but also impervious of the entire situation in your perspective.
Why was...it that you couldn't even lash out towards him?
Because you expected him to be the worst? a creep? and not....like this?
"Ya' hungry, fun-size?"
Out of all the things he could say—-he offered food at this certain situation as if it can fix things? But, maybe he was right. That frown you had, turned into a pout, hearing your own stomach betray you for this.
"I...think...I am. Yes," you've trailed off skeptically, not knowing what to say, looking away and not even seeing how Endo's sharp eyes lit up in eagerness. Your answer of accepting what he had to offer thoroughly pleasing him.
"What do you want then?!" he'd eagerly exclaimed, immediately jumping off your bed for the second time. Grabbing his motorcycle keys and began swirling it around his finger as he yapped, continuously without a break to it.
Well, he seemed too happy about wanting to know what you liked. "Whatever you want. Name it! Do you like Chinese? Mediterranean? American?! Vietnamese?! there's this restaurant I know that—-!"
Perhaps, you've fucked up big time.
This took me more than a week of sleeping with an eye open because Endo's disgusted face kept me giggling for one week straight. HEEHEE. Thinking about it still makes me go "HEEHEE" anyway, sorry for all the typos!
When you were sixteen, you thought Miya Atsumu held the world in his hands. Maybe that was what he liked about you: the wet moved eyes and the admiration that shone out of your features every time you looked at him; the facade of indifference you tried, and failed, to pass off every time he looked back at you; the way you spoke his name with reverence and awe. Maybe that's why he asked you to be his girlfriend.
You liked being Miya Atsumu's girlfriend. You liked when he threw his arm over your shoulder and walked with you like you were completely his. You liked bragging about it a lot. The jealousy of other girls almost fueled your ego entirely and it came with this odd sort of respect from the boys you knew. People knew Atsumu, so they knew you.
He asked you to come to his games and you did, and you cheered for him like a good girlfriend would. You learned about volleyball and you listened to him talk about it for hours and when you said things to him like, "That other team's setter was terrible" or, "It looked like Suna wasn't hitting a hundred percent today," Atsumu would kiss the top of your head and say, "I think you're my soulmate."
You felt like you were doing everything right, when it came to him. You brought him good luck charms before games and made him playlists and held his hand on the way to school and you would come over and help his mother make dinner and Osamu, at the very least, tolerated you and would make polite conversation with you whenever you were around.
Atsumu told you he loved you after a few months of dating. He said it in on a shaky bus ride, your hands interlocked and your head on his shoulder. You didn't say anything for a second, because you didn't want to cry on a bus that early in the morning. But when you found your voice, you eventually said it too.
It was perfect, Atsumu and you. He gave you a necklace with his initials, and you wore it every day.
You went and cheered him on during the Nationals in your second year. You wore his sweatshirt and you cried when they lost. You imagined him crying in your arms and you kissing the top of his head and telling him that it was okay, that he could come back again and get his revenge. By the time you found him, he did not look like he needed consoling.
The person he was talking to was tall and pretty, and wearing this terrible neon jacket. You couldn't hear what they were talking about as you approached, but Atsumu spotted you and his face brightened. His eyes were rimmed red like he had been crying, but he grinned. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his side, arm over your shoulder and he said, "Omi, this is my girlfriend," like he was bragging.
Atsumu didn't look at you when he said it. He stared Omi directly in the eye, challenging him. Omi didn't look at you either. If it weren't for Atsumu's arm aorund you, it would be as if you weren't even there.
"Don't show her off like she's some kind of toy you won," Omi spat at Atsumu. And with that, he turned on his heel, hands stuffed in the pockets of his terrible jacket, and walked away. You blinked. You never even told him your name.
Later, you and Atsumu sat on the floor of his room, your back against the wall and your legs outstretched onto his lap. "I didn't like your friend," you said, quiet and unsure, like if you didn't know if you were allowed to or not.
"Hmm? Which one?" Atsumu asked. He had one hand on your ankle, fingers tapping rhythmically on your skin.
"The one you called Omi," you told him, looking at your entagled legs and not at him. "He was rude."
"Nah," Atsumu said easily and quickly. "He's just like that. You start to like him once you get used to him."
You didn't talk about him again. Sometimes you would see his name pop up on Atsumu's phone and he would turn his screen away from you to answer, but you didn't talk about it again.
You got older. Atsumu kept winning volleyball matches and you kept getting good grades to get into your dream university in Tokyo. Things stayed the same. Atsumu told you he loved you every night and you said the same. High school passed. Atsumu signed to MSBY. You got accepted. He left for Osaka, and you left for Tokyo.
It was hard, at first. There were a lot of times you felt like you wanted to give up, because the distance wasn't something you were used to and you were convinced it was something you could never get used to. Your studies were hard and it was harder being so lonely. But every time you felt like you were done, Atsumu was there. Taking the train to see you, calling you, being there in any way he could. Atsumu always did his best to be there.
It felt different than it did in high school. It felt more real, somehow. Like before what you were doing was just some kind of make-believe, just pretend. Now it felt like Atsumu was more than just a boyfriend - it felt like he was a partner. You started to take him and yourself more seriously. You started to take everything more seriously.
Atsumu would mention you in post-match interviews and post pictures of your visits together and he would talk about how proud of you he was and how much he loved you, like he wanted everyone to know. You wore his initials around your neck and told all your friends about him and when you called your mother every week she would ask when you two were finally going to get married.
"Atsumu," you whispered into his chest on one of your visits down to Osaka. You had just watched him win a match and instead of going out with his team, he laid in his bed with you and ran a hand down your spine. "Do you see a future with me?" you asked.
He made a humming noise that you felt rattle in his chest. "I can't see a future without you."
You moved to Osaka, when you graduated. You wanted to be with Atsumu and you wanted to start that future that he had spoke of, so you said goodbye to your friends and promised to visit and you got on the train.
If it was hard to be separated, it was harder to come back together. Things were odd at first, living together. You had gotten used to university life and Atsumu had grown accustomed to living alone. You felt like it was hard for him, at first, to make space for you.
You argued about stupid things. About where to put dishes and who was responsible for folding the laundry and who's turn it was to mop the floors. You argued about bigger things, too. Like how Atsumu thought you felt like you were too good for him and his career just because you went to university and got your degree. Like how you thought Atsumu didn't want to make space for you in his life and only wanted you when it was convenient. Things were hard.
But it was you and Atsumu. You two just made sense. You two were right for each other. So you worked things out. You made it okay. Atsumu adjusted, you adjusted. You made it okay.
It was around the time that you moved to Osaka that Sakusa Kiyoomi came back into the picture, joining MSBY as their new outside hitter. And you got the feeling, the same feeling that you got when you were sixteen, that Sakusa did not like you.
It was in the way his hard gaze lingered on you when you greeted Atsumu post match, watching carefully and critically as his arms went around your waist and yours around his neck. It was in the way he whispered something to himself and pulled his mask over his face whenever you spoke while you were out drinking with the team. It was in the way Sakusa Kiyoomi never once bothered to say your name; you weren't sure he ever bothered to learn it.
You didn't know what it was. Bokuto liked you. Hinata liked you. Meian and Inunaki liked you. Everyone liked you but him. And for a second you thought it was just Atsumu that Sakusa had a problem with, and he was taking it out on you. But Sakusa seemed to like Atsumu just fine. He looked Atsumu in the eyes when he spoke to him. He let Atsumu clap his shoulder and hold onto it while he laughed. Sometimes you would find them, bodies close to each other and whispering before pulling apart at the sight of you.
"I just don't know what the fuck his problem with me is," you had complained with muffled words to Atsumu as you brushed your teeth next to him, like you had probably hundreds of times before. "Like, why does he look at me like he wants me dead?"
"He doesn't baby," Atsumu said, spitting into the sink. "He's just like that. You gotta trust me."
Atsumu kissed your head before he turned to walk out of the bathroom. "Going to bed, love you."
You felt stupid when you realized it. Like you should've known this whole time.
Maybe there was some part of you that knew what you were doing when you arrived home from work early. Maybe you knew what you were doing when you quietly removed your shoes and crept towards the bedroom more carefully than usual. Maybe you already knew what was behind that closed door.
You opened it anyways.
It still shocked you.
It still made you feel like the world had dissolved under your feet. Like something horrible and painful was growing in your stomach and spreading up to your chest. It still made you feel sick.
Atsumu was hovering over him, blocking his body with his own bare back. But when he heard you enter, he jumped away, and revealed to you the naked and bare Sakusa Kiyoomi.
You don't know why, but you didn't look at Atsumu. You didn't look at Atsumu when he crawled out of that bed, your bed, and rushed towards you. You didn't look at Atsumu when he placed himself in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders and said, "Baby, it's not what it looks like, okay? Baby, please look at me. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please look at me. Can we talk about this? Can you talk to me?"
You just stared at Sakusa. You stared at him and his shocked, pained expression, like he had any right to be, and it clicked in your head. All the looks and the whispering and the tension. From the very first second he met you, Sakusa Kiyoomi has hated you, because you were taking Atsumu from him. You thought you might vomit.
Atsumu was still pleading, was still making his case like he wasn't standing in front of you, naked and reeking of sex, like there was any chance left to salvage this. Like there was anything left to salvage.
And as much as you wanted to scream and hit him and destroy the home you had built together, you just couldn't do it. You felt like you couldn't do anything. You took a deep breath, and without saying anything, you removed Atsumu's hands from your shoulders, and you turned around and left. You left the apartment and you left him behind and Atsumu made no effort to follow you.
You didn't cry until you were on the train back to Tokyo. You let out guttural, body-wrecking sobs and people looked at you and no one said anything and you just sat there and cried and you didn't know what you were going to do. You thought, you'd figure it out, once you got to Tokyo.
You would get there and you would cry some more and you would figure out how to live a life without Miya Atsumu. You ripped his initials off your neck, and left them on the floor of the train.
♡ a/n — thinking about having a fast eater bf while you eat sooo slow
♡ word count — 157
♡ content — multiple characters x reader!, gn! reader, silliness, fluff, first time writing something like this, not proofread
♡ synopsis — He loves you. He really does. He just wishes you would eat just a tiny bit faster.
── .✦ have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me?
Your boyfriend loves you more than words can describe. You know that much for a fact.
But when he's staring at your plate like it's evil in the middle of your date? You wonder if he's contemplating murder.
He's finished- licked the plate clean if you will. Actually, he finished his meal about twenty minutes ago! Which may be half the reason that he's staring at you like you're crazy- with half of your plate untouched.
He's asked you many times if you were full, to which you answer no and take a small bite before going back to talking about whatever you were, your food long forgotten.
Your boyfriend loves you. He really does.
And when you finally smile at him and ask if he wants the rest of your food because you're not hungry anymore?
It's gone in two minutes.
Not even because he was hungry, he just wanted to get out of the restaurant.
Under the moonlight, it shed light on his face, casting shadows across his features. His hand firmly gripped the coat of his retreating friend, despite how it terribly trembled with the overwhelming emotions that were consuming him, as does his frantic heart, beating wildly in his chest.
The cool night air seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment as Nirei was met with a questioning gaze by Suo, with his head tilted to the side as if trying to decipher what he meant. The look may well be mistaken as an innocent curiosity of a man who was simply puzzled by his friend's sudden outburst, but there was a slight twinkle of hostility in Suo's eyes just by the mere mention of your name.
"What about [Y/N]?" Nirei repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Suo schooled his expression into one of neutral indifference before replying, "What about my lover?"
Huh? What kind of question is that?
"You mentioned leaving Bofurin; are you going to leave them too?" Nirei clarified, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, daring to challenge his stead.
Suo's eyes darkened slightly at the audacity, shadows eerily dancing in their depths as he considered his response. Yet, he concealed his true emotions behind a mask of calmness and silliness, bearing a laugh that did not reach his eyes. "Why would I leave someone who means so much to me?" Suo finally answered, feigning a softened tone.
"After all, I plan to invite them to join me and build a new life together, far away from Bofurin."
Nirei was taken aback. "They don't know about this?" he whispered.
The naive confusion in Nirei's voice only fueled the rumbling laughter bubbling up from Suo's chest. "No, not yet," Suo admitted, his grin widening.
Having no further reason to continue the meaningless conversation, his feet started to move as he prepared to bid his farewell to Nirei with a sweet smile on his face. "Well, I should get going," he said, waving his hand in a casual manner. "Goodbye, Nirei," before turning on his heel and being about to walk in the opposite direction; however, a rude interruption of another firm grip on his sleeves stopped him in his tracks.
"What are you going to do to [Y/N]?"
Suo's cold, annoyed look was shielded by facing his back towards Nirei, who seemed too stubborn to let him leave without a proper answer.
With a deep breath, Suo turned his head over his shoulder, posing a threatening expression as he replied, "That is not your concern, Nirei. Stay out of it."
Nirei's eyes narrowed in defiance, furthering the tension between the two friends. "It's my concern when [Y/N] themselves doesn't know what you're planning. I won't stand by and let you do something they wouldn't want," Nirei retorted, his voice firm and unwavering.
"Wouldn't want?"
The blonde's heart froze for a second at the eerily calm tone in Suo's voice, then spiked upon meeting the chilly stare in his red, empty eyes.
"Whether they like it or not, they'll be safer with me. It's for their own good," Suo declared, smiling disturbingly as if his statement wasn't ominous enough.
Then those same red, empty eyes went half-lidded, boring into Nirei's uneasy ones with a chilling intensity that made him shiver involuntarily. "Anyone who opposed me won't be around to see the outcome."
"Isn't that right, Nirei?"
"You're crazy…"
"You wouldn't want to know how far I'm willing to go to protect what's mine," Suo replied softly.
"After all, breaking bones is not enough to silence your worthless heroism."
summary: the first years chance upon a scene of bofurin's strongest being lectured by his girlfriend, and, well, you know what they say: even superman has a weakness.
author's note: inspired by the one sakamoto days episode where the legendary assassin is shaking in his boots when faced with his angry wife. so cute!
featuring: umemiya hajime
MASTERLIST
Bofurin's leader, Umemiya Hajime, was a sight to behold.
Easy-going, kind, an ever-present smile on his face. But he fought with the viciousness of a dragon, fists raised high to protect the town of Makochi and its people. All the students of Furin saw him as undefeatable. They did not fear him, for Umemiya did not inspire fear in people. He inspired awe; he inspired people to help each other, to lend a hand in times of need. He was an impenetrable fortress.
Which is why Sakura Haruka was at a loss for words when he arrived at Furin High's rooftop that ordinary Monday afternoon.
"What the fuck am I witnessing?" He mumbled, standing beside Nirei, and Suo, who looked equal parts confused and, well, confused.
Umemiya Hajima was seated on his toes, fists resting on his knees, and his head hung low, while you, his girlfriend, stood over his cowering figure, brows furrowed and hands on your hips. Behind you, Hiragi had the smugest look possible on his face and Sugishita looked like he wanted to die.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Hajime, you can't pick fights with people just because they badmouthed me!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you can not skip classes to buy 'limited-edition' seeds! And don't you dare drag Hiragi and Sugishita in your shenanigans."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I don't mind, (Y/N)-san-"
"Do you want to join him on the floor, Sugishita?"
"No, ma'am."
"And you," you said, glaring at the white-haired male who shriveled under your gaze, "stop calling me ma'am."
"Yes, ma'a- I mean, (Y/N)."
You groaned. "Hajime, I am so annoyed with you right now."
Umemiya had the most pitiful look on his face as he pleaded, on his knees and hands: "Nooo, please don't me mad, sweetie. I swear I will do better." If everyone on the roof concentrated hard enough, they could see a tail wagging behind Umemiya's back.
"Ridiculous. Is this the man who stands at the top?" Sakura grumbled, his face tinted red as Umemiya continued to grovel at your feet.
Suo smiled. "Well, looks like Bofurin has a new boss."
Umemiya forgets his strength with you sometimes, folding you into the most unforgiving of mating presses. he's got you pinned beneath him, his large hands interlaced tightly with yours as he bends you in half, your legs slung over his broad shoulders. his movements carry a raw, unbridled sort of desperation, every thrust so intense and unrelentingly rough. you can barely handle all of him- he's overwhelming, fucks you with a punishing stamina.
it's impossible to think when he's got you like this, the sweet, breathless words he pants against your skin nearly swallowed by the haze consuming your mind. his tone always takes on an edge of awe, almost reverent, cooing out things that have you flushing hotly—so good for me...so fucking perfect...you're everything i ever wanted—as he drives his cock deeper into you. his hips slam against yours with a force that makes your breath catch, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the air that's thick with the heavy scent of sex.
"Haji- please, I can't-" you're barely coherent, voice breaking as your vision blurs with tears from overwhelming pleasure. your head feels a little fuzzy. he's too big, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust and making you see stars. the sensitive walls of your cunt spasm weakly around him. it's too much.
"you can," Umemiya drops his head, damp strands of white hair brushing your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. he kisses your shoulder before brushing away the dampness gathering at your lashes with his lips. when he lifts his head again, you swallow thickly at the intense glint in his eyes. "just a little more- fuck, look at you, always taking me so beautifully- you feel so good. just let me use this perfect pussy a little longer, hm, baby?"
— 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨;
Hayato fucks you with a steady, measured rhythm, each thrust jolting your body up the bed and making it creak beneath you. there's a quiet power in his motions, every shift and glide igniting a growing heat within you. he moves with such purpose and care, making every second feel drawn out, each stroke of his cock more intimate than the last.
he likes to feel you, pinning your hips down with his, rolling against you languidly. your legs rest over his elbows, your fingers entwined with his. when he's got you like this, you can feel everything, see everything. you fixate on the way his lips are parted, reddened and swollen from your kisses. every pant and exhale from him brushes gently against your lips, sending a shiver through you. he likes to kiss you, swallowing your moans as his tongue slides against yours. you can see the slow draw of his cock in and out of you, hear the wet sounds of your cunt taking him, and it makes you tighten unconsciously.
“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tilts his hips so he can sink even deeper inside you. the soft tassel of one of his earrings brushes your cheek. “taking me so well."
you can't help but whimper, the closeness of him making everything feel more intense. the coil in your gut grows tighter.
"does it feel good?" he asks, his lips brushing the tip of your nose before gently trailing down to rest just above yours.
you nod, tilting your chin up so you meet his lips. "want…want more, Suo," you whine between soft kisses. your tone is needy, desperate, and you can feel his lips curve up into a small smile.
you mourn the loss of warmth when he pulls back, gripping your ankles to pull them over his shoulders. "then who am i to deny my girl what she wants?"
— 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧;
Kaji isn't one to speak much when he has you like this, your body bent in a way that you’ll be sure to feel the next day. his brows are furrowed in concentration as he moves, lost in the way you're sucking him in. the silence between you is thick, charged with tension, only broken by your soft whines and his low, breathy grunts.
but when he does speak, his voice low and rough with desire, it never fails to send shivers down your spine.
“fuck,” Kaji grits out, gripping your ankles tighter, “how are you still so fucking tight? your pussy trying to strangle me or something? i can barely move."
you know that's not true because in the next second, he's pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, knocking the breath right out of you. you moan, fisting the sheets by your head with one hand, the other bracing yourself against the bed's headboard.
his head falls back and you take the opportunity to look at him fully. he always gets some sort of way whenever you catch him staring- whether it's from embarrassment or something else, you can't say for sure. your gaze lands on the red marks along the sides of his arms, products from earlier in the evening when he had you pressed up against the wall. without even needing to see, you know there are deeper streaks on his back. he never seems to mind the scratches. in fact, you get the sense he might even be pleased by them- by the idea that you've marked him as yours in some way. the only acknowledgement he ever offers is an offhand grumbled remark the morning after about how insatiable you are. he has no room to say that, really, considering that every time he's done with you, you can hardly walk.
you're drawn out of your daze when Kaji suddenly pushes your legs down on either side of your head, bending you in half. you cry out, the new position sending shockwaves through you. "n-ngh! Ren, s'too...too much!"
"if you've got time to stare," Kaji's bangs graze your forehead as he leans over you, his voice raw and ragged, a testament to how you’re making him feel, "clearly i'm not fucking you hard enough."
— 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐨;
Togame fucks you slowly, with long strokes that pierce you to your very core. he’s methodical, deliberate, delights in seeing the way you writhe beneath him as he claims what's his. his hands are slotted under your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back as far as they can go so he can see where the two of you are joined. he likes to watch- track the way his fat cock spears into you, the walls of your pussy stretched impossibly around his length. there's a filthy smirk on his lips as he gazes down at you, lazy satisfaction in his eyes.
"look at you," Togame huffs out a laugh, "you're gushing. you like me that much, huh?"
you're making a mess, staining the sheets beneath you with your juices. but you can't be blamed, not when Togame seems intent on carving the shape of his cock into the walls of your cunt. it feels like every thrust has his cock driving into you even deeper, harder. you hide your face with your arm, letting out choked whine. "J-Jo…"
"don't do that," his voice is low, "want to see that cute face when you squirt all over my cock."
he says that with such certainty, never mind that you've never actually even done that before. you slowly pull your arm away, reluctantly meeting his gaze as your chest rises and falls with effort. "p-please...Jo..."
"p-please what?" Togame teases, the tone in his voice making you want to hide your face once more. "please make you cum? please fill you up?"
you can only manage a nod, gasping when he punctuates each question with a harsh thrust. "unh- uh huh!"
"shit," Togame groans, his voice thick with breathlessness and a fervor matched by his quickening pace. "gonna let me knock you up, pretty girl? gonna let me fill this pussy up, give ya a kid?"
your cunt clenches around him.
Togame groans and bends over you, sinking his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. "well since you asked so nicely."
wbk reacting to you getting beaten up by a rival gang .𖥔 ݁ ˖
w/ SUO HAYATO, KIRYU MITSUKI, AND KAJI REN
part 2 with Sakura, Togame, and Uryu is here!
Tags: Descriptions of wounds (nothing too graphic, just mentions of blood and bruises), angst, hurt/comfort!
SUO HAYATO ⋆˙⟡
He should’ve seen this coming.
He’s carrying you on his back, his heart battering against his ribcage as you lie slumped over his back.
He’d been at home, completely ready for bed. Just before he tucked himself in though, he got a panicked phone call from Nirei, the blonde boy’s voice high pitched and frantic.
He’d rushed out of his house, not even bothering to change or put on shoes. When he’d gotten to the location Nirei sent him, he found you hunched over on yourself, sitting on a bench. Nirei was sitting next to you, his jacket on your shoulders. Sakura knelt in front of you, checking your injuries.
You looked up, and Suo’s heart shattered like porcelain. A stream of blood leaked from your nostrils, a bruise bloomed across your throat, and your left eye was swelling. Sakura stood up and Suo quickly took his place. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as you tremble.
“What happened lovely?” he asked, his eyes wide and concerned.
You were silent for a brief moment before you slipped off the bench and into Suo’s arms. You sobbed, “I don’t even know . . . Hayato . . .”
He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair and kissing your hairline. “Shhh, shh, take your time, it’s okay.”
You wiped your tears and whimpered. “I think someone recognized me . . . they saw me walking with you one day . . . they . . . they had a white jacket on . . . ?”
Sakura and Nirei shot each other sharp looks behind you, before eyeing Suo, who remained stone faced. You continued softly, “I think they wanted to get to you through me?”
Suo went rigid, his breath hitching. Of course. Of course. No one knows anything about him, any of his other weaknesses. Of course they’d go through the first option they’re given. He was an idiot. He was so fucking stupid.
He kissed your forehead and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“. . . ” he removed Nirei’s jacket from your shoulders and replaced it with his. Then, with the help of Sakura and Nirei, he got you situated on his back as he walked you home, to his apartment.
“Hayato,” you whisper, your soft voice snapping him out of his recollection of the past half hour.
“Yes lovely?” he asks, turning his head slightly towards you. You gently play with a tassel, and he smiles.
“Thank you for coming. It was by complete accident that Sakura and Nirei found me, but I'm thankful they did. I was so scared, but when I heard Nirei calling you . . . I was so relieved. I love you,” and then your head droops, sleep overtaking you as you breathe in and out deeply.
Suo almost trips over his own feet. His eyes go wide and he sighs. His heart swells and he kisses your cheek.
“I love you too,” he whispers, “so much lovely.”
KIRYU MITSUKI ⋆˙⟡
Kiryu has an inkling that something was wrong since the morning. It was currently noon, the sun blaring down on the two of you. He was very close to sweating but for some reason, you were in a sweater. The two of you were walking in a strip mall, hand in hand, window shopping.
He studied you, analyzing your appearance. He’d known that you had a crop top at home that you were excited to wear once the weather got warmer, so then why . . .?
“Mitsuki?” You ask, fanning yourself with your hand. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” He asks softly. His voice is gentle as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Why’re you sweating like this sweetie? You should take your sweater off.”
You stiffen marginally, but relax just as fast. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend though, who pouts and furrows his brow.
“I just bought this sweater,” you explain softly. “It’d be a waste to not wear it, right?”
“Then what about the tank tops you bought two weeks ago?” He presses. “That blue looked really cute on you.”
You hum and nod. “Hmmm yeah, maybe.”
“ . . . Cut it out,” he says pulling you closer. “Why’re you lying? Are you okay? Did something happen?” He hugs you and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’m worried [name]-ie.”
You sigh after a moment, your hand coming up to pat his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“You’re gonna die of heatstroke!” he exclaims.
You sigh and shake your head, lifting a hand up to fan your face. “Mitsuki-” you begin, but suddenly your sleeve slides down your arm, and the edge of the bruise starts to peak out from behind the cuff.
Kiryu’s eyes narrow in on it and he instantly jumps. His hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls the sleeve down slowly, revealing a nasty bruise in the shape of a hand.
“ . . . Mitsuki-”
“What happened to you?” He asks, his voice hardened by shock. “Where did you get this from?”
“. . . it’s nothing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. Some guys just kinda cornered me the other day and were being asshats,” you mutter angrily. “They . . . beat me up.”
“What?” Kiryu asks. For a second he thinks he misheard you but the more uncomfortable you look by his silence, the more he knows that’s not true.
The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Kiryu drags you into the nearest department store. He leads you to the back of the store and pulls you into the first open stall.
“Mitsuki you can’t do thi-”
“I wanna see what they did. Take the sweater off.”
You stare at him indignantly for a few minutes before finally pulling the sweater up over your head. Bruises cover your torso, your stomach displaying an array of nasty purple splotches.
Kiryu stares at you, his face falling. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly after a moment.
“Because they wanted a rise out of you and I didn’t want to give them that.”
“You should’ve told me,” he grabs your arms and yanks you into a hug, squeezing you tight against him.
“I’ll heal.”
“That’s not the point,” he whispers against your neck. He pulls himself back and stares deeply into your eyes, his own a whirlwind storm of different emotions. “You always take care of me whenever I’m injured,” he whispers, lifting your wrist up to give the inside of it a kiss. “I wanted to do the same for you.”
You don’t know how long the two of you stand there in the fitting room hugging, but eventually, you’re back at his place, in his shirt, on his bed, in his arms, and you’ve never felt safer in your life.
KAJI REN ⋆˙⟡
Kaji’s sun bathing on the roof, the heat soft against his skin. Music was blaring in his ears, a tiny smile graced his face as he pictures the date the two of you are about to go on later today: go to Pothos . . . get some food . . . hold hands . . .
His smile widens as he pictures it. He can’t wait.
But he won’t have to, cuz you come to him. Or more like someone drags you to him.
“Kaji!” Enomoto shouts, yanking his headphones off.
Kaji sits up and looks through the chain link fence blocking the edge of the roof. At first he doesn’t see what Enomoto is pointing at, but then . . . he sees it.
Kusumi is already hurrying to your side, and scoops your limp body into his arms as he checks your injuries. More second years also rush to your body to look over you. They all know you through your relationship with Kaji, and they all see you as a sister of sorts.
Kaji is bursting through doors and racing through hallways, desperate to get to you. When he finally gets out to the courtyard, his heart is thrumming in his chest as his peers part to let him approach.
Kusumi sets you gently in Kaji’s arms, and Kaji tucks you under his chin. He looks up at Kusumi and Enomoto, who kneels by your side to assess your damage.
Kaji’s fingers dig into your arm as he growls, “What the fuck is this?”
You cough hoarsely as Kusumi says, “I got a text of a photo from an unknown number. Here,” Kusumi shows a photo of a broken you, your body in a fetal position to try and deflect the beating. You face has cuts all over it and bruises mar whatever skin is visible in the picture.
“It was probably a few stragglers from Keel who wanted revenge,” another second year theorizes.
Kaji grits his teeth and pulls you tighter against him. The fact that those lowlife scum would go after you . . . he’ll kill them all. The white hot rage that he knows all too well floods his system and short circuits his senses. He can feel it taking control of his brain. It threatens to take complete hold over him, turning his vision red.
“Ren…?” You whisper against his jaw.
And just like that, he snaps out of it. The other boys freeze as you speak. Kaji gently pulls you back so he can better see into your eyes. Your poor sweet eyes, which are teary and scared. He hates seeing you like this. Hates knowing how scared you must’ve been when you were being assaulted.
"C'mon, let's get you patched up," he mutters. He lifts you in his arms and carries you inside the school, calling for someone to prepare the nurse's office.
“Ren,” you whisper into his neck. Enomoto shouts for some food and water as you continue, “I was so scared.”
Kaji can only give a tight nod. He doesn’t know what else to do. He feels horrible, like this is all his fault. In a way, he supposes it is. When he feels you nuzzle against him, soaking in his scent, he wants to throw you far away from him, that way he can never accidentally cause you pain like this again.
Nevertheless, he carries you back into the school and into the nurse’s office, where a first aid kit is being organized, and some dorayaki and milk is brought forward to you. Some of the boys fuss over you, bandaging your cuts and pouring water into your mouth. You thank them graciously. Kaji stands off to the side, watching the ordeal unfold.
Once they’re done, everyone leaves you and Kaji alone. He holds your hand and you rub your thumb along his hand.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks after he watches you silently for a moment. Anguish is written in his eyes.
“. . . Just hold my hand,” you whimper. "That always makes it better, right?" What choice does Kaji have but to comply?
He gives your hand a firm squeeze and you lean against him. He kisses your hair and you fall asleep, your body exhausted, but protected at last.
A/N: I wanted to do so many other characters for this, so lemme know if you want a part two!
she is one failing grade away from being kicked out of her university. and as much as he does not want to be, akaashi is there to help
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pairing: akaashi x f!reader
status: ongoing
tags/warnings: enemies to lovers, heavy on the angst, tutor x student, university au, a lot of partying/drinking/use of drugs, mentions of suicide, reader is a hot mess, everyone sucks here, very suggestive, blended smau, everyone sucks here (again bc im worried you didnt see it the first time), flawed characters (like very flawed), grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
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INTRODUCTIONS: roommates from hell | joker cosplayers | girls who should be given guns
akaashi knew what he was getting into the moment he fell in love with you. he wasn’t childish and looking for something short. he was sure, that when he met you, he wanted all of you. the good and the bad, the sacrifices a relationship requires, and the future he sees with you.
but you weren’t like him. not at all.
you were someone who loved intensely. too much to feel that all the love you receive won’t ever be satisfactory. all the past relationships you’ve experienced felt one-sided only because it’s never enough. how can you say that they love you more when you’d sacrifice yourself for them if they just asked?
so eventually love felt like stupidity. love just turns you into some fool ready to humiliate itself when it goes wrong. you keep people at a distance in fear of developing an attachment, in fear of being in love. yet akaashi broke past through that. in the beginning, you truly believe you have met the one. he was gentle, soft, loving in a way that turned you to the fool you despised the most.
some lovesick idiot who needs akaashi like how a person would need air to breathe.
it didn’t take long for cracks to open, the cracks akaashi had expected and prepared himself. it had started when his important games started to take his time over you.
at first, you tried to be understanding about it. you waited outside your classroom after dismissal while your phone stayed quiet in your hand for longer than you wanted it to. sometimes he’d text ten minutes later apologizing because practice got extended, sometimes thirty, sometimes not until evening.
akaashi always apologized properly too. he never brushed you off or acted annoyed whenever you got upset, always sounding genuinely guilty whenever he explained himself.
he cared so carefully that it made you feel stupid for still being unhappy. if he loved you this much already, why did you still feel lonely?
you hated yourself for thinking that way. volleyball mattered to him long before you did and you knew that better than anyone else. he wasn’t skipping time with you because he wanted to hurt you, he was exhausted, busy, and still trying his best, yet every dismissal without him still lodged itself somewhere painful inside your chest.
eventually you started counting things without meaning to. the number of times you waited outside alone, the amount of cancelled plans, how long his replies took whenever tournaments started piling up. you counted until resentment started growing.
the first real argument happened on an afternoon after he promised he’d walk you to the terminal once practice ended. you had waited nearly forty minutes already, your impatience starting to annoy you when your phone buzzed with another apology.
keiji : i’m sorry love, coach added extra drills :(
you stared at the message for a long moment before replying,
you : oh ok
he called immediately.
“hey,” he said softly, voice already tired. “i’m really sorry.”
“it’s fine.”
“love, you sound upset.”
silence only settled between both of you.
“i’m sorry, i just thought we’d finish earlier.” he murmured after a while.
“you always think that...”
“what do you want me to say?”
the question made your throat tighten painfully because you didn’t know anymore. what you wanted wasn’t something he could answer correctly.
‘don’t get my hopes up anymore.’
‘don’t make plans u can’t follow through.’
instead, you swallowed everything down until it hurt.
“nothing,” you muttered quietly. “forget it.”
“love, please don’t shut down on me.”
“you’re busy.”
you can hear the coach call for akaashi through the phone, wanting him to continue practice.
“i’m trying.” a pause, “i’m sorry again.”
then it was silence, as if he was waiting for you to continue or drop the call.
so you dropped it.
after that, things became a pattern. your emotions would pile up slowly until they spilled over him. you’d tell him you were upset, akaashi would apologize immediately, and somehow his apologies only frustrated you more because they weren’t fixing anything.
“keiji, i miss you.” you whispered once while sitting beside him outside the gym.
akaashi looked up at you immediately. “i’m right here.”
“not really.” you regretted saying it the moment if left your mouth.
“i’m trying to balance everything,” he said carefully.
“..i know that.”
“then why does it feel like nothing i do is enough for you?”
you looked away before he could notice how badly that hurt.
“forget…that i said anything.”
“you always say that.”
“because dragging it out makes it worse.”
akaashi looked exhausted lately, you only started to notice it even more now. the way his shoulders stayed tense whenever arguments started. still, neither of you stopped. instead, you started disappearing whenever things became too overwhelming.
you’d ignore his texts for hours, sometimes days.
you told yourself it was space, that you needed time before saying something awful, but eventually the silence became punishment too.
akaashi never got angry about it either which somehow made the guilt heavier. he’d text asking if he did something wrong, still updated you throughly every single day. and you always came back eventually.
akaashi always forgave you immediately, he’d look relieved before anything else. sometimes you don’t know how to feel about that.
“are we okay now?” he asked one afternoon after you showed up beside him at lunch again.
“akaashi.” he looks at you, a little worried.
you poked at your food quietly. “can we not talk about it anymore?”
he stared at you for a moment before nodding slowly. “okay.”
but it kept happening. again and again until your relationship started feeling fragile in a way neither of you could ignore anymore.
there were still good days though, days where he held your hand under the table during class or kissed your forehead absentmindedly while reading beside you.
days where he looked at you so softly you almost believed everything would survive. those days were worse somehow. because they reminded you what losing him would feel like.
the breakup happened after one of his longest tournaments. you hadn’t seen him properly in almost two weeks and every conversation became rushed texts between practices and bus rides.
you thought you could handle it, he told you in advance multiple times about his schedule. but there was one night where he forgot to reply entirely.
that was your limit.
the next morning he apologized immediately, explaining he passed out after getting home. your reply dry enough for him to notice.
keiji : can we talk after school?
you almost ignored the message, an uneasy feeling growing inside you as you read the text. you didn’t reply. but you still showed up anyway.
akaashi was already waiting near the back stairs where you two usually hid during lunch breaks. his bag sat beside him untouched and the moment you saw his face, you knew it was over.
“hey,” he said quietly.
you stayed standing while he sat there staring at his hands.
“i don’t think we’re happy anymore.”
your chest went cold.
you laughed before you could stop yourself. refusing to even look at him in the eye.
akaashi shut his eyes briefly. “look, i’m sorry but—”
“no, it’s fine. i should’ve known in the first place.”
“no, it’s not like that [name].”
you crossed your arms tighter around yourself. “then what is it?”
“we just hurt each other—“
“yeah right. because i’m too much.”
“i never said that.”
“you didn’t have to.”
akaashi stood up then and you hated how calm he still looked while your chest felt like it was tearing apart.
“i love you,” he said quietly. “and that’s why i’m saying this.”
your were starting to tear up but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at akaashi. you didn’t even know what to say.
“i don’t want to see you hurt because we’re together.”
“sure.” you pause, “this is the easy way out right? i’m not worth fighting for.”
“[name]. no matter what i do lately, we end up here.”
“fine,” you snapped. “go then. i knew this was gonna end badly anyway.”
he flinched. then for the first time in your relationship, akaashi looked frustrated too.
“you keep saying that,” he said, voice finally rising slightly. “every time something hurts you, you act like loving me was some mistake you regret.”
“maybe it was.”
akaashi went very still.
“okay.” he sighs, ruffling his hair in frustration. “we should end this before we hate each other.”
you stared at him desperately waiting for him to take it back, to hold your hand, to reassure you like he always did.
but he didn’t.
he just looked tired enough to choose himself. akaashi picked up his bag slowly, then he left.
you were left standing there, just thinking to yourself how much has changed. how wrong were you to have the softest man be mad at you?
𝒃lurb ﹕ a 'secret' relationship between a manager and an opposing team's captain doesn't exactly remain secret for long.. ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.3k
— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ the ushijima version of distraction is here!! oh i love toshi sm ;) this one is shorter than oikawa's hope you don't mind
requested ☆
"why is he looking at l/n-san like she's a particularly difficult math problem?" tanaka whispers, shielding his eyes with his hand as if ushijima's gaze is the sun (theyre indoors..). "it's unsettling. he's trying to psych us out by targeting our managers!"
"maybe he's trying to intimidate our support system," nishinoya hisses back, puffing out his chest and stepping slightly in front of you. "don't worry, l/n! we'll protect you! he might be a very strong, but he hasn't met the power protection of the guardian deity yet!"
you sigh heavily, clicking your pen repeatedly and focusing very hard on your clipboard.
you try to keep your expression neutral. "he's just.. looking, guys. he's a very observant player. focus, come on – we're down by five points and the set is almost over."
tsukishima, however, is even more observant than usual today – and trust me, that's saying something. he leans back against the bench, intelligent eyes darting between you and the giant across the court.
he'd noticed the way your hand trembled slightly when ushijima had stepped up to serve, and he'd definitely noticed the nearly identical sports watches on both your wrists – a brand that was notoriously hard to get in this prefecture.
he hasn't said anything yet, but the smirk playing on his lips suggests he's putting the pieces of a very scandalous puzzle together.
and that's not a good sign.
the whistle blows for a timeout, and the gym goes quiet. as you step forward to hand daichi a water bottle, a large, looming shadow falls over you.
everyone – karasuno and shiratorizawa included – freezes in place. a hush has fallen across the gym.
ushijima wakatoshi had walked across the court, which certainly wasn't allowed. he was so tall that you have to peer up just to see his face, which remained as expressionless as a stone wall.
"y/n," he says. his voice is deep, carrying across the entire gym like he's announcing a royal decree.
"ushijima-san," you reply, your voice cracking slightly as you try to maintain a professional, 'manager to opponent' distance. you widen your eyes suggestively at him, 'ushijima-wakatoshi-you-better-shut-the-fuck-up-right-now'-i-swear-to–
you and your boyfriend had been doing a pretty good job at keeping things on the down low. so why was he acting like this now? "you're, erm, on the wrong side of the net. your coach is staring daggers at you."
but he doesn't move. he doesn't even acknowledge the rest of your team, who are currently staring with a mix of fear and confusion, which isn't exactly surprising since ushijima wakatoshi just walked across the court like it's nothing.
including tanaka and nishinoya. especially tanaka and nishinoya.
instead, ushijima reaches out, and for a terrifying second, tanaka and nishinoya look ready to launch a physical assault to save you – but ushijima merely reaches out and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear ever so gently.
"you forgot your lunch on my kitchen counter this morning," he rumbles matter of factly. not a question. "i brought it. it's currently in my gym bag. you should eat it. nutrition is vital for a manager's best performance, and you mentioned you felt off yesterday."
now, we all hear about silence being described in stories all the time, but they can't compare to the one that follows this. you can hear the distant sound of a bird chirping outside because no one in the gym is even breathing.
"kitchen.. counter?" hinata squeaks, tilting his head in confusion. "this.. morning? like.. the morning that happened today?"
tsukishima tuts, rolling his eyes. "no. last year's."
kageyama frowns. "that lunch must be very mouldy then, if it was from last year. l/n-san shouldn't eat it."
"idiot, i was being sarcasti-"
"wait," sugawara says, his eyes intrigued as he looks between your beet red face and ushijima's non expressive one. "you two.. live together? is that what 'kitchen counter' implies? ohoh-"
"our families are neighbors!" you blurt out, trying to save whatever scrap is left. "we've known each other since we were kids!"
ushijima frowns slightly, looking at you with a hint of disapproval. "that is an incomplete and flawed explanation, y/n. we've been in a relationship for fourteen months now. why are you omitting the truth?"
why are you telling the truth? you think sourly, but you're not too mad. in fact..
"it is inefficient to lie when the evidence of our cohabitation – even if only for breakfast somedays – is so apparent." ushijima finishes.
yeah.
"FOURTEEN MONTHS?!" the karasuno bench explodes in a flurry of pure shock.
on the other side of the net, tendou is doubled over laughing, slapping his knee as if saying, 'oh, what a kneeslapper!' "oh, wakatoshi-kun! you're so blunt! look at them, they look like they've seen a ghost! you really know how to kill the vibe, you ju-"
"ushijima-san," daichi says, stepping forward with his left eye twitching uncontrollably. "you can't just.. cross the court and claim our manager during a match."
ushijima turns his gaze to daichi, looking at him with the same interest he might show a mere weed. "i'm not claiming her. she's a person with her own thoughts and has chosen to remain at an underperforming school despite my advice. she should have come to shiratorizawa – the volleyball program here is superior, and the commute would be shorter for us both. it'd allow for twenty more minutes of sleep per day."
he then looked back at you, ignoring the collective gasp (mainly from tanaka and nishinoya) from the karasuno team at the underperforming comment.
"i'll wait by the bus after the match. i have the salmon onigiri your mother made for me to give to you. i also have the sweater you left in my car."
"wakatoshi, go back to your team!" you hiss, pushing at his solid chest with your face red. no use, though. it's like trying to move a brick wall.
"very well," he says, nodding respectfully to kiyoko, who watches with an amused smile.
as he walks back to his side, tendou drapes an arm over his shoulders, whispering something about romantic dominance, while ushijima just looks confused.
the match resumed, but karasuno was a wreck. every time ushijima spiked the ball, tanaka would scream, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OUR MANAGER, YOU MOUNTAIN!" which only resulted in ushijima looking bewildered because, technically, he wasn't touching you at the moment.
even hinata was distracted, whispering, "ushijima? boyfriend?" every time he rotated to the front.
when the game ends, with shiratorizawa unsurprisingly taking the win, the teams begin to pack up. you're just trying to avoid the interrogation glares from your teammates.
"so," tsukishima drawls, walking past you. "he.. is your boyfriend? i have to say, your taste is… interesting."
"he's very sweet once you get to know him!" you defend, narrowing your eyes at the blond.
just then, the gym doors open. ushijima's standing there, already changed out of his jersey. he's holding a small, insulated lunch bag with a little cat pattern on it – your lunch bag.
"y/n. the rice will get cold," he calls out across the gym.
you sigh, waving a hand to your 'are you guys seeing what i'm seeing' eyed team. "i'll see you guys on monday. don't.. don't make this a thing in the group chat, okay? please."
"it's already a thing!" nishinoya wails as you walk away. hinata nods in agreement. "he stole our manager! how are we supposed to win against a guy who gives our manager salmon onigiri?!"
as you reached ushijima, he takes your bag from you without a word, swinging it over his shoulder alongside his own.
"did you find the match satisfactory?" he asks, looking at you as you walk toward the gates. "your team has improved, though their defensive positioning is still quite erratic."
"it was fine, toshi. a bit dramatic, though, thanks to you."
"i don't understand," he says, looking perplexed as he blinks at you.
"yeah.. don't worry about it."
sooo hope that satisfied you and i'm so sorry you had to wait two whole months 😭🙏🙏 i didn't know what to do for the title so erm
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