Contrary to the nonchalant boyfriend belief Rindou still babies you like crazy even when you're both grown and is so many years into your relationship and he's got a pending mortgage loan for your marriage house because when he looks at you he still sees the little girl he fell in love with at the park when he was seven. And he's still the little boy who's always held your hand when you walked home together. Always stopped with you to feed stray alley cats and dogs because you've always had too much love and empathy in your soul. His heart still thumps weirdly when you would call out his name from the kitchen and all of a sudden he's a small boy again and you're running in little steps to show him a lady bug you found on a leaf. But this time you're showing him your daughter's baby teeth peeking out her squishy gums and he feels like he wants to cry because again, he still sees you in her. His little girl.
I LOVE UR YAN SOUYA KAWATA HCS. can i req a one shot where basically idk she realizes her friends are going missing and then she like distances herself from souya and nahoya and they get mad n shit and one day y/n stumbles across in an alleyway and sees blue ogre souya beatinf tf outta this guy she talks to and nahoya js watching so she goes and tries pulling him off but souya is js like hold her tf still. things get intense a lot of fighting and souya accidentally hurts reader idk what happens after that i love ur books and everything it’d mean a lot!!
cw: explicit violence / manipulation / isolation/ general yandere themes
a/n: thank you so so much lovely :) :)
one by one, your friends appeared to have been slipped off the face of the earth.
it was as if they dreaded to be seen around you. the replies to your (many, confused) messages dwindled, eventually became entirely obsolete.
school had become a miserable lull, days spent hiding in empty classrooms, the bathroom, where no one would see you eating alone. crying.
it'd went on for weeks, radio silence. you were being dodged in the hallway, flat-out ignored in class.
nahoya had noted so, too, shuffling closely behind. how those friends of yours didn't seem to give a whole lot of a shit about you, if you'd done something to piss them off.
trailing by, souya seemed apprehensive to the entire ordeal. an attempt of comfort was made, however weakly, as he had rubbed your shoulder. murmured words of comfort.
the twins hadn't been friends, as much as they had been persistent bodyguards; ensuring you survived the walk to and from the train station, weren't approached by some creep.
the older, nahoya, wasn't shy, when it came to prying eyes. took joy, even, in getting in the faces of others. threatening to gouge out their eyes, laughing when they'd flush.
nahoya was proud of his violence, wore bruises and scratches like a badge of honor. he'd joyfully recount his escapades, visibly lift at possible conflict.
you shouldn't have been surprised, in hindsight, not when it came to nahoya.
souya, on the other hand, always appeared reluctant to cause any commotion. it wasn't that he was scared, as much as he was timid, didn't derive any joy out of making others fear him. he'd tried to tone down his scowl, politely adressed his seniors, as he did those younger.
you didn't believe he had it in him. "blue ogre," nahoya had told you, wrangling you into a stronghold. screaming, pleading with him to stop, to stop hitting him, please, you're killing him, "should've thought twice, 'fore you gave that moron your number."
he's disfigured. hitoshi's barely concious, you're going to kill him, souya, stop. again, and again, and again, his face is kicked in; blood comes out hitoshi's nose in spurts, staining his teeth, his shirt.
souya must be possessed. his eyes, alight with pure, unfettered hate, hardly follow, as he beats the mangled boy into the ground.
you've long gone hoarse, screaming, when he finally stops. souya's hands are bloody in the dim night, his breathing comes out in shallow, ragged puffs.
he doesn't turn to look at you, not at first. stares at what's left of hitoshi, panting as he makes out the corpse splayed in front of him.
nahoya keeps your knees from buckling from beneath. "he's not dead," he tells you, "sure does looks like it, though, huh?"
you're not thinking straight. not thinking at all, when souya steps over the body, and ambles toward you. too worn to properly make out anything meaningful, he regards you expectantly, as if awaiting his thanks, as if you'd wanted this.
"souya," nahoya croons, "you can have your reward, now."
in the unabashed moonlight, he stands before you. he's been bloodied, one not of his own, darkened with filth. his hands, stained a hideous red, are raw and calloused, rough, when he cups your cheeks.
you're lightheated, nauseous as hitoshi is made obscure by a cloud of baby blue. he dissappears from your sight, only when you're kissed.
souya's lips are soft, shy as he quickly retracts. a childlike-innocence lingers, made sour by the grime that sticks to your face, long imprinted on your brain.
cw: allusions to violence / general yandere themes
a/n: sorry for being gone for so long :/ i was literally flushed down the toilet true story
souya 'angry' kawata: overprotective + guilty
- in spite of his menacing appearance, the constant, unintended scowl souya sports, the stifling glare, he really is quite mild-mannered; conflict avoidant, even.
- he doesn't want to scare you, prefers to simply observe from afar, but souya's daunting mien makes that nigh impossible, as does his twin, nahoya, a pervasive presence in his own right.
- you find him off-putting, souya can tell; as do your friends, who soon seem to dwindle, not wanting to potentially trigger the blue ogre's ire.
- souya is wracked with, more than any other emotion, an overwhelming sense of remorse. he hates to bother, really, but he'd hate it even more, if something were to happen to you, and he wouldn't be around to prevent it.
- he's not dangerous, as much as he is careful. while souya might never leave you alone, he won't harm you, won't touch as much as a hair on your head; and you soon come to find out, that there's someone else entirely, you should be fearing.
- while souya is comparatively harmless, his gum-glued brother, nahoya, is not. he might not harm you directly, but with enough intimidation, underhanded threats, you learn to watch yourself around his precious baby brother.
- always smiling, nahoya's seemingly friendly appearance does little to disarm you. not unlike the cheshire cat, he'll stand out in every crowd, a constant presence in your life.
- unlike his brother, however, nahoya refuses to stay in the shadows for long. he's impatient, wanting you, and wanting you now.
- he'll hound you into giving him what he wants, won't say please. nahoya quickly makes himself comfortable in your life, disregarding your protests, dare you voice them.
- of course, nahoya isn't all bad. while those scary-looking gang members, that sometimes follow you down the street, certainly aren't afraid of you, they'll back off when nahoya threatens, promises to kill their leader.
- he's fun, too; you certainly won't just be sitting around with him by your side, always looking for some chaos, a fight to pick.
- i'd advise you be careful, however, that nahoya won't have a reason to start something with you, out of everyone, because it certainly won't be ending pretty. for you, that is.
bakugo has been doing just about everything to figure out his dilemma. filtering through those ridiculous shoujo, observing those stupid-fuckin' couples that seem to occupy each and every damn corner of U.A., and yet, and yet...
he can't figure this flirting thing out. the mere prospect has katsuki's palms drenched with sweat; causing explosions if he thinks too hard, and at some point you'll sure be able to tell.
he thinks about it so much that it's starting to affect his academic perfomance, as katsuki stares off into space, wracking his damn brain on how to deal with you.
his oblivious-ass friends have even started to notice, prodding curiously as to why he's barely reacting to their incessant teasing, why he's suddenly blowing them off to go on these little study outings with you.
then, suddenly, mina realizes. kirishima follows along, with sero in tow. kaminari, the damn loud-mouth, is the last to know; and to their credit, they do try to help.
unfortunately, it only helps to drive him utterly fuckin' crazy.
now, he's fighting not only to drive you away, but also to contain his friends from not exploding into confetti whenever he dares approach you.
but balance is fragile, when you're dealing with a ticking time-bomb like his stupid-ass motherfuckin' idiot friends.
bakugo let his guard down for a damn second, and suddenly he's forgot his brain back at home.
peering up from your sheet of homework, you tilt your head, "what's wrong?"
katsuki rifles through his bag for a second-third time. he grinds his teeth, and closes his eyes, as if to brace himself for humiliation and defeat.
"forgot my fuckin' pen, that's what."
you giggle. unhelpful, as he quickly loses his cool, flushed and irate. bakugo hisses, a vein popping from his forehead as his cheeks blow red like an over-exhausted balloon.
"you think that's funny, brat?!" he stands to yell, nearly toppling his chair over in the process. all eyes at the library turn on him at the outburst, but katsuki is all too captivated with your laughter that follows.
you wave him off with ease, slipping a hand into your pencil-case and offering it to him. "you're such a baby," and then with a playful drone, "kaaa-achan."
bakugo seethes as he slumps back into the chair, hissing as ever-rare embarrassment sets in.
then, for a second time, you burst into a fit of giggles. it's barely quelled when you slap a hand over your mouth, and doesn't stop as you turn away from him.
bakugo is flustered. "shaddap."
you snort, giggling. "it's not you. well, sort of, actually. kaminari said something really funny the other day."
for some odd reason, he suddenly feels his heart sink down to his asshole; like a warning for a forecoming disaster. katsuki grunts.
"what'd that damn dunce say this time."
you peer back up at him with a squint, eyes glittering with amusement. your laughter is barely concealed behind wobbling lips.
"he asked if i like... you know. like you, or somethin'."
bakugo flushes. damn. damn, damn, damn. sneering lowly, he quickly brushes the suggestion off.
"that's fuckin' stupid." do you?
you sigh, your smile tires. "i know, right." do you?
head tipping over the back of your chair, you stretch comfortably. the two of you sit for a while in silence, looking back at eachother.
bakugo breaks off the staring-contest. you smirk. "ha."
"tch." he hisses, pursing his lips, "wind got in my fuckin' eyes."
"we're in an enclosed space, loser," you retort. "i win."
"i could beat your ass in sparring."
you don't grace him with a reply, rolling your eyes.
for a while the two of you sit in silence, homework long abandoned. katsuki twirls your pencil around in his hand, cheek resting in his other. the library feels stuffy; hot as his fluster lingers.
"do you?"
his head snaps up to meet your eyes, katsuki's voice a rumble. "hah?"
you smile, but it's nothing teasing. earnest flickers in your eye, a genuine interest that encapsulates his.
"do you like me."
bakugo's answer is biting, harsh as if bile on his tongue.
"i like you just about as much as shit on my shoe."
you grunt, unamused. there's a tick in your jaw as you roll your eyes in the way he fucking despises. bakugo regrets his words; it's a clumsy insult, and he doesn't mean it.
"okay." you move to stand, and he lets you. stupid, stupid. he's going to kill kaminari, that dumbass.
you abandon the table, and bakugo soon follows.
─
bakugo wants to melt into the floor.
bakugo wants to slam his head into a wall.
bakugo feels like strangling kaminari and kirishima and mina and anyone that's ever dared cross him.
aizawa won't budge and he refuses to ask to have his partner changed. not because you're weak, and not because you're not worthy, but because you're ignoring him.
teetering on the edge of going completely crazy, his friends haven't quite given up on the pursuit, and although you refuse to have anything to do with katsuki, you'll happily chatter on to that idiot mina; which is exactly what you're doing instead of giving him the time of day right now.
too bad he's not planning to let you off the hook, and so isn't aizawa, who gruffly orders the two of you to quit wasting time.
reluctantly, bakugo can tell you don't want this, you enter the arena.
"oi," he growls. you peer up at him, exhasparated, "yeah?"
there's a crackle, he can barely contain the explosion that goes off in his fist, "i told you. i'm gonna bust your fuckin' ass."
"do your best."
─
your back slams against the granite flooring, and you struggle to gasp for air. you've long gone haywire by now, exhausted by bakugo's seemingly untiring resolve that is currently beating you into the ground; literally.
with him things aren't as easy as telling him to stop, you're sure you'll have to die before he stops. bakugo, for once, is angry enough to be blinded. he's frustrated, you're sure; after all, it's impossible to miss the way he's been staring.
maybe you had been too harsh, freezing him out like that. everyone seemed to have noticed too, and suddenly mina was pleading with you to make up for whatever had happened.
part of you never wants to forgive him, and that want is strenghtened by the way bakugo holds good on his promise, sending you flying like a ragdoll.
scrambling to get away, he fists your costume and pins you beneath him. katsuki pants, hand crackling.
"the fuck's your problem, huh?" he snarls, "think you're better than me, that's it, you fuckin'--"
you lift your hand to shield your face, dirtied by the rubble, "it's 'cause you're a fucking asshole."
"you think i'm gonna change for you, or some shit?" bakugo stills, breath hitching. he bares his teeth like a dog, and you think he might just bite.
in a moment of strength, you push him off you. you're done, he realizes.
"no, that's how you treat all your friends, isn't it?" your joints ache as you stand, knees buckling beneath you, "like a little bitch."
you're pissing him off, you can tell. but there's also a hint of upset, one he poorly hides in the heat of the moment.
"you're such a pus─ hey!" he barks, grabbing your arm as you storm off, "don't tell me you're pissed 'cause i called you a piece of shit."
you turn to look at him, furious. it's getting heated, veins pumping as you rip away your arm. "you'd be too, dumbass! i swear, you're so thick─"
bakugo hisses, grinding his teeth. "shaddap! 's not my fault you're so─"
"you shut up!"
"i'll murder you, damn it!"
"oh," you push at him, "screw you, you loser!"
seething, bakugo wrangles your arms into place, knocking you into a wall. rubble unravels from above like hardened raindrops, and you brace yourself.
"you got something to say?" he rumbles, glare darkening, "i'll kill you."
grimacing, you lean further into the wall, and bakugo moves to follow it. "admit it, you prick," you seethe, "admit you you like me, or this is all for nothing and i'll never talk to you again."
a strangled noise leaves katsuki. he has half the mind to slam your head into the cement; to shut you up. maybe he'll scare you away, and you can leave for him to wallow in his feelings.
he squeezes your forearms, blunt leather digging into your skin. "...who the fuck told you, huh?"
a tiny smile, however smug, grazes your features. "anonymous source, "kacchan."
the five times rindou shows you he loves you (tries) & the one time he finally tells you about it.
( the winds of love ) friends with benefits + colleagues au, mdni
一 · in his kitchen (prequel)
The first time Rindou tries showing you he loves you, you're busy slurping noodles in his kitchen, and he's creasing his brows ironing your stupid little blouse in his tiny laundry room.
"Need some help?" You tease from the table after swallowing.
Usually you'd let him do it himself in peace, with no mocking, as per his own request to iron your clothes for you whenever you stay the night. But he's been at it for the past 20 minutes now just ironing one stupid blouse, and you're starting to grow impatient, because he'd promised to share this bowl of ramen with you but it's almost finished now.
Your voice echoes in the living area and he doesn't reply, but you know he heard you. You put down the chopsticks and sigh, "you know, I could've done it myself. No need for the trou-"
"Here."
You cock your head to the side and you see him, finally, out of the laundry room, with some sweat beading on his forehead and he's padding towards you, holding out your white blouse to you by its hanger.
He's still frowning when he stops before you at the dining table and you can feel his deject before he even says his next words:
"It's a stubborn crease, 'n I coulda done better. But I don't wanna burn through your shirt." He hands you your blouse and you immediately soften at it, fingers gently running over the said crease and you can tell he's done his best ー he did a great job, because if it were up to you, you would've chosen to give up halfway through.
"And sorry I ripped your skirt. I'll buy you a new one this weekend." He apologises through a mouthful of ramen and you reach a thumb up to wipe away some soup dripping down his chin.
Your eyes flicker to the said skirt sitting on the edge of his couch ー a black linen pencil skirt with a little slit running up your knee is now a big slit running up your hip, and the sight makes you want to laugh. You'd stripped it off and threw it there upon entering his house ー a little angry and upset that he'd ripped through your favourite skirt to wear for work out of eagerness to fuck you in the backseat of his car without getting you both home first, and he'd offered to iron your shirt for the next day out of guilt.
And now you're left in nothing but your undies, still not yet showered (you're waiting for him together), and you notice it's a little red on the tip of his ears. But your fury has died out long ago and seeing him like this ー somewhat embarrassed and you think he's kind of stupid for apologising because deep down you know he knows you don't mind at all, but he still says it anyway ー makes you want to grab him by his cheeks and place a fat smooch on his lips. But you don't, and you continue to watch as he swiftly finishes up the noodles before turning to wash the dishes.
"...Thank you, Rin." He doesn't see it but you're smiling when you say it to him ー shy, rosy lips a little pursed, the apple of your cheeks rose high, and he resists the urge to turn around and cup your cheeks with soapy hands.
"Whatever. 'N the noodles were disgusting. Remind me to never buy it again."
"Okay."
二 · in the office
The second time is when you catch him in the printer room the next morning.
He's photocopying documents by the printer, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and he has one hand manning the machine with the other supporting his body. His fingernails tap beats against the hard surface as he waits for the next batch of documents to finish printing.
Rindou doesn't notice your presence and you don't make yourself known either, choosing to watch him by the door as he makes quick work of counting and organising and stapling together freshly printed documents while making sure they're all in the correct order for the team meeting later ー and you think it's so bad of you to be ogling at his exposed arms with indecent thoughts of doing many things to him floating in your mind as his muscles flex under the light with his every move.
But you don't let your thoughts consume you, and he looks up at you ー now standing beside him with your arms tucked behind your body and a cheeky smile planted on your face.
Rindou focuses back on his work, obviously in a rush to complete everything, but he still acknowledges you nonetheless.
"You're up to something." He sighs while stacking together the stapled documents.
You feint a pout.
"...'M not." (He interpreted this as "I am.")
Rindou has never once told you this but he always thought that you had somewhat of a close resemblance to a cat. A very annoying Siamese cat that behaved like his previous one, constantly following him around and begging him for attention while also pretending like it isn't.
But it's nothing new. Rindou had come to a conclusion a while ago that you like to keep him guessing, and you particularly enjoy acting nonchalant when it's so obvious to him right now that you want something, anything that can keep you going for the day.
"What, you want a kiss or somethin'?"
"...Kinda,"
Bingo.
"But I want to use the machine more than I want a kiss."
He smirks, though he doesn't give it to you just yet, and you begin to count and prepare your own documents in silent when he doesn't reply. (You think he's ignoring you and it's awkward.)
But Rindou doesn't step away even when he's finished and you're confused. And unlike yourself, he doesn't have a knack for keeping you guessing. He speaks before you have the chance to ask.
"How many?" He grabs at your papers and lays them face-down on the machine before closing the shutter. His thumb hovers over the screen, eyes unwavering against your own as he waits for your reply.
"Um, ten copies." Your smile slowly widens when he finally presses 'print' and steps back for you to take over. He doesn't collect his documents to leave, however, and you raise your brows in confusion when he moves to close the door gently (and locking it, too) before shutting the blinds altogether.
"What're you doin'? Aren't you in a rush?" You question.
He shrugs and makes his way over to you.
"I've got time," he says it while trapping you against the machine with his two arms, lips quickly hovering against your own and you can smell a hint of the peppermint gum he likes to chew on from time to time.
"The machine's all yours," he licks at your bottom lip, "and now, for your kiss..."
I've always got time for you.
You think it's a great thing that the printer room doesn't have a CCTV.
三 · at the mall (shopping for your skirt)
Rindou has a good eye for things. You knew it the moment he'd picked out a pair of Daiso's reindeer-printed socks for you as your Secret Santa a few Christmases ago.
(You've always liked reindeers, but Rindou simply bought it for you because he didn't know what you liked.
You'd jumped in happiness the moment you opened your present and Rindou thought you were actually the prettiest girl alive.
You'd pounced on him in excitement, yelling out your gratefulness for everyone in the party to hear.
He'd decided that he wanted you then.)
So you're in Aeon browsing through skirts without him even though you came out here together. You don't know where he is, and you've given up on looking for him after phoning him a few times and wandering around like a lost child looking for its parent.
But you hear a cough behind you and you turn around, only to be greeted by the sight of a really pretty dress hanging from his finger.
You admire it from top to bottom ー a really nice coral pink dress with large hibiscuses printed all over with a little slit running up the thigh ー and Rindou moves it closer to you.
"Whatchu think of this?" He asks, nervous eyes a little dodgy against your mischievous ones, and you smile a little when taking the hook off his finger.
"I wanted a skirt, not a dress." You comment, obviously poking fun at him and Rindou immediately reddens like a tomato. "Forget it, then."
He reaches a hand out to snatch it from your own but you take a step back away, clutching the dress to your chest tight.
"Didn't say I don't want it, though." You jut your chin out and he snorts.
"I need to make a call," he fishes his card out from his wallet and hands it to you. You grip on the flat plastic tight, afraid of losing it while also in shock because why did he hand you his card? He's acting like you're both a married couple now.
"Text me when you're finished." And he shuffles away with his phone pressed to his ear.
四 · during the phone call with his brother
"Yo, Aniki." Rindou greets the moment his brother picks up the phone. After eight rings, what the hell is this idiot even doing?
"What?" The older man answers from the other line, phone tucked between the shoulder and his ear while he's rushing to prepare his daughter's dinner.
"You busy?" The younger boy asks. He shuffles his weight from heel to toe while standing in front of a wall full of different mugs and bowls at the home appliances department.
Pink is nice. She likes pink. Or should I get red? It's almost Valent-
"Uncle Rin-rin!" His niece's voice booms through the speaker, cutting Ran off and Rindou immediately smiles at it. "Hi, sweetie."
And Ran takes over the phone again. "What's up? Speak before I hang up. I'm a very busy man." Rindou resists the urge to snort at it ー he has a favour to ask, after all.
"How do you..." The younger pauses, oddly feeling a little too nervous to continue. Though it is his own brother on the other line that he knows although very annoying, he would still be there to help, Rindou finds it a little embarrassing to be asking him about this. He's never done this before, and he's not very big on asking his brother for favours too, and Ran is surprised at the sudden question shot that's been left hanging.
He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. He knows Ran will never let this go if he asks, but he decides to screw his ego because in the end, it is for you.
"How do you, um," he taps his foot on the ground.
...Fuck it.
"How do you chase a girl? Or something like that. Whatever it is."
"...Chase a girl? What girl- Oh. The one you've been sleeping with."
"What the fuck? Not in front of my niece, dude."
"Relax, I put her down a while ago."
"You're fucking annoying, you know that?"
Ran only laughs boisterously at Rindou's annoyance, but he doesn't leave his brother hanging.
He's always here for him, no matter what.
"So what're you thinking? Any options?" Ran asks. Rindou grabs at a white mug with pink flowers painted on it before replying. "Mugs."
"Mugs? Like for drinking, mugs? You're not serious, Rindou? You're buying mugs to chase a girl, are you insane?"
The younger clicks his tongue and puts the porcelain back on the shelf albeit a little harshly. "Why else do you think I'm asking you, asshole? Just tell me what to buy. I really don't know."
"I can't tell you what to buy for a girl you're chasing, dude. And I don't even know what she likes. What does she like? You tell me."
He ponders for a moment. "Dresses. Pink stuff." His mind travels back to the night you first met, at work, as clerks, when you'd included your hobbies into your introduction and one of it was gardening. "And like, flowers."
"Then just get her flowers, you already have your answer." Ran deadpans from the other line, but Rindou only hisses. "Yeah, but I already got her a pink dress with flowers printed on it. What else?"
"I'm talking about actual flowers. You can get them anywhere, and most importantly, never fails to make a pretty girl smile. She already likes flowers anyway."
"...'Kay, thanks. You're useful for once."
"Fuck off." Ran clicks his tongue. "...And red tulips, if I may suggest. And remember, tell me how it goes-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
五 · aftercare with you
Remember when I said that Rindou wanted you the moment you'd hugged him in excitement after seeing some lame reindeer-printed socks wrapped up nicely in a little box tied with a pink ribbon on top?
Yeah. He'd wanted you since then. But instead of starting off as friends from colleagues before getting to know you better and then asking you out on a date when he feels the time is right ー like a normal, sane person ー the both of you had gotten into a mutual agreement of becoming friends with benefits.
You don't remember exactly when it started, how it started, who initiated it, and neither does he, but you don't really care. Not when he's busy rubbing soft circles on the bruise forming on your hips for some comfort while he pecks you again and again on your forehead as you slowly fall asleep beneath him. He'd lost focus for a bit and gripped you a little harsher than he should've, but you really don't mind, yet he still feels bad.
And Rindou thinks you're prettiest like this ー neck and chest painted in hickeys that he'd sucked (out of adoration), eyelids droopy with your bags a little red from the tears of bliss you'd shed, and the back of yours fingers are gently caressing his left cheek. Your room smells of sex and lemongrass and a quiet 'sleepy?' is all he asks when your eyes finally close.
You hum out a lazy response of 'yes' before moving the same hand down to rest it on his nape, playing with the ends of his mullet a little, and you push him down to rest on your chest.
It's heartwarming. It feels intimate. And despite your abnormal relationship title with the man, you don't reject the sudden swell of your heart and neither does he.
So he presses a soft kiss to the top of your left boob ー right where your beating heart resides ー and you hug your legs a little tighter around his waist. It's nothing sexual and you both know it. It was all just to bring him closer to you, for you to feel more of his warmth in the coldness of your bedroom paired with the chill of February.
"Sleep then." He assures, voice gentle and lulling, and you smile a little at it.
Rindou is always softer at times like this, you realise ー when he'd fucked the life out of you after a particularly long day, when he'd made you moaned out melodies that he swore belonged to heaven, when he'd spent hours between your legs lapping up everything you have to give him.
Though you don't let yourself go at his words, and he watches amusedly as you try your hardest to fight back dear sleep in his arms. You don't think you're ready to sleep yet. Something feels out of place, oddly, even though you're sure you have completed everything that was in your checklist today.
Laundry, washing the dishes, prepping for Monday's meeting... You've done it all, and yet you still can't pinpoint what it is that is missing.
Until he moves up to silently place a warm kiss on your neck ー where your pulse beats against his lips ー and he realises his life hasn't really started until recently, until the day he'd met you and he thought you were such a breathtaking girl. Colours had burst into his world and your smile was the first thing that had lightened up.
And while you're happily drowning in his attention, Rindou silently wonders if the two of you were perhaps lovers in your past lives.
He wonders if you'd be willing to catch him. To be there, holding your arms out and yelling to him that you're here and to not worry; for him to just fall into your arms and he'd be safe ー you'll catch him.
Because he is falling. Hard. And he doesn't know how to tell you about it. He hopes that for the past few days his gestures were enough to tell you a portion of his love...
Just a portion, though. Because he wants to tell you the rest when he finally gets to call you his. Under the moonlight, at dinner with his brother and his family, before his parents at their graves every anniversary, or in front of your dog that's pawing at your door asking to be finally let in... Whatever it is, he wants to show the world that he loves you.
So when you smile sweetly up at him as he grows hard against your thigh ー a silly little love boner that you must've thought was just him getting horny to you massaging his sore backー Rindou's become a little more certain that the two of you must've met one way or another in the previous lifetimes and have fallen in love with each other when you gently trail a finger down his abdomen, before finally wrapping a hand around him.
Rindou wonders what it'd feel like to be yours in this lifetime.
And he gives in to your touches. He buries his head into the crook of your neck and lets you play with him as you please.
He thinks it's kind of cute that even as friends with benefits, you've already engraved a piece of yourself onto him.
Like the extra sets of pencil skirts and blouses that you leave hanging in his wardrobe in case of last minute plans that he swears are a hassle to iron because he can never get the creases right. But he never complains, and he would always offer to iron your clothes each time you stay over at his house. Or even when you don't. Because he would always find your stuff sitting in the basket when he's doing his laundry. And he'd have to iron them neat for you, before hanging it up in his wardrobe for you to wear the next time you stay the night.
Or like your toothbrushes hanging next to each other on the wall in his bathroom ー pink and purple facing each other by their bristles because you'd insisted out of the blue on a random Monday morning, at the start of your "relationship", with foamy toothpaste in your mouth and your hair poking out in every different direction it can go.
And sometimes your shoes bring him joy too, whenever he would get up to check on the door while you're falling asleep in his bed and he'd spot how your black pumps are always somehow scattered messily next to his own neat dress shoes by the entrance, and he'd have to squat down and rearrange them nicely.
He looks back up at you with ragged breaths and a coil in his abdomen that's threatening to break anytime soon. You're still giving him the same smile that drives him nuts every single time, and he leans in closer to give you a little kiss on the lips that you very much love.
And Rindou comes to a sudden realisation that he wants to tell you he loves you now. He needs you to know that he's all yours. You're his sweetheart.
So he does what he thinks is right ー what he feels is right. He reaches over your body, towards the marble vase on your nightstand that your mother had gifted you as a housewarming present, and he picks a fresh flower out of it after careful consideration. You don't move from your spot, only trying to kiss whatever skin of his that your lips can reach from your position ー his shoulder, his bicep, his arm, his neck... And a familiar smaller-sized tulip appears before your eyes. You raise your brows a little at it.
"Pretty fuckin' girl," is all he murmurs before pushing himself into you.
"I'm all yours." He whispers.
A peaceful winter night and Rindou fucks you again in missionary with so much love bubbling in his chest and a red tulip tucked behind your ear.
终 · during breakfast together
"Do you want eggs?"
"Sure."
"Okay."
You kick your feet and watch from the bar as he cooks you both breakfast in your kitchen. You're covered in one of his shirts that he'd left sitting on the back of your chair, your tired eyes scans over his half-tattooed back covered in scratch marks, and you feel oddly proud to be the one to have done all that.
But you know it is not right. And you're not stupid ー you're aware of the things he's been doing these days, and if you were a forgetful fool you would've missed the rule you made with him at the start of your intimacy.
Never catch feelings for each other.
...But you were no forgetful fool, and the ache in your heart is too painful for you to ignore. You'd seen the way he looked at you last night ー the way he'd fucked you like you were the finest thing personally handcrafted by the hands of God. And because you treasure your friendship, you know you shouldn't be doing this to him. You think he's a good person, and you want to remain friends with him.
But you don't want to let him go.
"Hey, Rindou." You call out. He's in the midst of scrambling your eggs with butter when you do so. "Yeah?"
"Rindou," he hums again.
Ever so patient, but I have to break your heart.
"...We should end things, Rindou-kun."
Saturday morning and it feels as though his world is falling apart from your simple sentence. Like you've ripped apart his beating heart that pounds solely for you and threw it on the ground.
You are so cruel.
So much for all that last night, he thinks. So he turns around after hurriedly switching off the gas. The wooden spatula covered in eggs is still in his hands when he faces you in agony and you want to break down and cry.
You feel like a villain. The evilest villain of them all.
"Why? Was I too rough on you last night? I- Or were we too open about it? Tell me." He's worried. He's so worried that it almost makes you want to crumble into pieces.
Purples flicker between your own and your lips wobble. You grip the hem of his shirt tight in your hands and look down.
"Please, tell me." He pushes again, so you decide to tell him truthfully.
Be a big girl, don't cry. You've survived 25 years of life, cutting things off with your FWB should be easy.
"...I've caught feelings."
Except it's not.
A lone tear makes its way down your cheek and you wipe it away quick. "Sorry, I broke the rule. I caught feelings and I- I don't think it's right for us to continue this any further." Your voice cracks with every word you speak and it makes you want to cry even further, because he's not saying anything.
And despite the strong stance you've presented to him, Rindou knows you're putting on an act for him. So he puts down the spatula and shuffles to you. He stops before you and tilts your chin up with his finger.
You'd half-expected him to be upset about this as much as you are, because you know the feeling's mutual, but you respect the rule of your relationship more and you don't think it's right to continue on.
Except he isn't, and he's so fucking smug about it.
Rindou's got a huge grin on his face when you look up at him. Hair a little messy, a hickey on his jaw, and you're sobbing into his arms now.
"You like me." He states.
You kick him a little and continue to cry.
"You like me, huh?" He repeats again.
Rindou has an arm wrapped securely around your waist with the other hand smoothing the back of your head as he shushes you gently, rocking you both side to side and you hit him a little on the chest.
"Do you think this is funny? It's not funny. I'm being serious." So you try pushing him away in hiccups but he only laughs as you struggle against his strength.
"Why do you wanna end things?"
"As I've said, I broke the rule. It's not right anymore."
He snorts at your reasoning. "You know, rules are always meant to be broken."
"So you don't respect me enough to follow my rule?" You're trying to pick a fight but he doesn't quite buy into it, choosing to kiss your forehead instead as you continue to wiggle your way out of his hold.
"I've never been one to follow the rules anyway." Rindou mutters against your hair as he presses another kiss to your crown. You're too endearing to let go, he thinks, and he holds you anymore tighter to himself at that.
"And who said if it's right or wrong? Screw rights and wrongs. We both like each other, the feeling's mutual. There's no point in letting each other go." He wipes your tears away with his palm and cups your cheeks with them. "I know you don't wanna let me go."
You swat his chest again at that and he only laughs harder at your reaction. He thinks you're the most precious thing in life. In his life. In the universe. You're the most precious thing ever.
"I like you a whole lot, you know." Smooch. "More than you'll ever know." Another smooch. "Let me be yours."
You pout as you look into his eyes. Purple orbs sucking you in deep and you have no choice but to fall. Purple orbs that tells you these arms will catch you if you do. And another kiss to your soul that tells you everything you need to know.
"Okay."
You'll catch each other.
"I love you."
You're already catching each other.
😅😅😅😅😅 been mia for so long bc i've been working on this. Its been in my drafts for soooo long LOL and this was supposed to be a valentines day special but i didnt make it in time cus i was bz sleeping.. but i hope you guys like this a lot ^^ listen to the playlist if u have time! And i tried a new layout too i hope it looks nice.
your summer evenings are usually spent in the enclosure of keisuke's bedroom.
with school, homework and obligations out of the question, the two of you spend a considerable amount of time rotting away in bed; blasting music from his cheap radio, flipping through picture books and pulling naps that stretch out into hour-long leisures.
when you do rouse from slumber, you're usually too taken by your boyfriend's hair to really move.
long, silky locks that ebb over his shoulders and down his back, shimmering in the sun. keisuke has never cared enough to move when you do get your hands on it, snared around gentle fingers and manipulated into all sorts of forms and styles.
flimsy braids that easily undo, knots and pigtails that have you giggling incessantly, he isn't particularly bothered.
as long as it keeps you smiling, as long as it keeps you in his arms, nice and lethargic, keisuke wouldn't force himself to mind. 𝜗𝜚
you think that your heart managed to actually stop beating when you open your eyes and see ran staring right back at you. his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his murky violet eyes seeming to be analyzing your face as you jump in shock, letting out a small curse.
"ran, you scared me! why're you up right now...?" you asked, drowsiness still trying to pull you back to sleep. "it's super late, you should be sleeping..."
"i couldn't stop looking at you."
"hah?" you blurted, your brain still too tired to be flustered. ran chuckled a bit at your response, (his slightly raspy voice from sleeping was far more attractive than you could ever handle) and pulled you closer, gently pressing his lips against your temple.
"nothin', go back to sleep."
"mm, is something wrong though?" you asked, tucking yourself closer to his body, (you couldn't help the fact that you were still woefully tired and just a little bit cold). "you love to sleep."
"hm, i'd say it's the opposite, sweets." he murmured, smoothing his hand over the crown of your head. "didn't wanna stop looking at you, my perfect (y/n)."
"gah, stop it...it's so late i don't even know how to respond to that..." you mumbled, shifting your face to hide in his chest. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in his chest as you buried your face in embarrassment, his long hair tickling your cheeks a bit. "don't laugh at me, you're the one acting weird..."
"sorry sorry~ you're just too cute, i can't help myself." he gently pulled you away from his frame, his eyes finding yours and giving you a soft smile, (it was rare that there wasn't any traces of snarkiness).
"what..." you murmured, feeling as though you were under some kind of scrutiny under his gaze. you could never quite tell what he was thinking, and this was especially true in the dark cover of night when the lack of light in the room shaded his eyes in such a way that you couldn't read them at all.
"'m so lucky to have you. i think god made some kinda mistake giving you to me, but i'm not gonna let anybody try and take you."
"i don't think anybody's gonna try and do that, ran."
"quite the contrary. i think that there are many people who would want to take you as their prize." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair.
"well i'm not planning on being anybody else's 'prize' or whatever...only yours." ran's eyes slowly closed as you cupped his cheek with your hand, his head unconsciously leaning into your touch.
"mm...that's good to hear." he whispered, relishing in your touch for a few moments longer. "all mine..."
"mhm. why don't we go back to sleep now?"
"m'kay..." you giggled a bit at the drowsiness that seemed be suddenly hitting ran, his eyes staying closed as he once again pulled you closer to him, his lanky arms wrapping around you and making sure that you were as close to him as you could be. "...love you..."
"love you more."
"not possible."
"definitely possible."
"i love you more. now go to sleep."
"no, i-mmph!" your words were cut off by ran's lips pressing against yours, his fingers tilting your chin up and effectively shutting you up, (he was so tired, yet he still had energy to do that?).
"go to sleep, (y/n)."
"this isn't over, ran."
"mm, okay~"
a/n: a little drabble b/c i feel bad abt not completing any reqs :( i hope you all enjoyed :3
it's the type of secret everyone is aware of, an open secret you're not allowed in on for obvious reasons; though that hasn't stopped you from catching emma's incessant giggling whenever he's caught staring at you, nor draken's spared glances whenever mikey manages to speak to you.
it's just that type of infatuation, the one where he just can't seem to get close to you, watching you from afar with adoration in his eyes.
mikey is in love with you.
emma, ever the instigator, has been inviting you around the house more and more often, and for that exact reason he's been lingering around like a ghost.
his friends can't help but laugh once he's got a word in with you, as mikey goes on and on and on; unable to help himself while you're sitting close, listening so intently.
mikey is in love with you.
and here he is, unable to deny baji's triple-dog-dare he stands by the school gate, anxiously awaiting you.
you can immediately tell something is up, and with clammy hands and a strained smile, mikey offers you a ride home.
speeding through traffic as if he has something to prove, you make it home in record time, waving goodbye and rushing off with the titter of your feet.
you're in love with mikey.
it's the type of secret you've mistakenly reserved for emma, who's put her entire might into pushing the two of you together.
you're sure she's long told draken, who's incessantly nudging you, gruffly pestering you to just tell him already, damn.
you're in love with mikey.
you think baji might know as well, with how he's shoving mikey's shoulder, not-so-discreetly pointing to you.
mikey's long gone pale as well, and you can feel your heart sink into your gut when baji guffaws, loudly labelling him a weakass.
you're in love with mikey.
he might have an inkling by now, and you're not faring any better as he takes you home, mentally preparing for an agonizing rejection.
but mikey doesn't say a word as you dismount the bike, waving your goodbye and trudging toward the front door, before he's suddenly gripping onto your sweater.
mikey is in love with you, and you're in love with mikey.
he doesn't tell you otherwise through his strained confession, unwavering hold only loosening once you've properly heard him out.
and you do so with no protest, for what purpose would it make when you're feeling the exact same way?
dating a haitani brother automatically means becoming best friends with the other. you show up to their apartment too early and the other brother is the only one home? they’ll let you in and keep you company till your boyfriend gets home. if they decide to match, they’ll make you match them as well. after all, they can’t have you looking like a nobody. speaking of that, they’ll always invite you to events. they’re both protective over you, ran the smug protective while rindou the scary protective. and yes, they’ll absolutely tell embarrassing stories about each other (mostly ran because rindou faces repercussions when he talks bad about his older brother..).
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dropping the screwdriver onto his foot, shinichiro isn't sure if he's to jump up in pain, or surprise at your statement.
in reaction's stead, he drops the cigarette to the floor.
"with a baby?" shinichiro blurts out, eyes flitting to your stomach. flat, he realizes. you can't be too far along.
you can't help but scowl, agitated as you are anxious. terrified, really. "yes, with a fucking baby."
shinichiro doesn't seem to fare much better, having gone entirely frigid. "you're sure?"
you whip out the pregnancy test, tests in fact. five, in case the other four had been false positives. "yes."
if you'd stand any closer, you'd be able to hear the cogs wheeling within his brain.
shinichiro has gone a long way from the boy he once was, days he'd spend running the streets of tokyo turned meddling with bikes for hours on end, hauling mikey and emma to and from school, and taking care of you.
his girl.
the shop has gone quiet, as has the rest of the city, in that moment. though high summer, it's dark out. the sweltering heat of the outside is nulled by the AC that has been running since early morning.
shinichiro suddenly engulfs you in a hug, his laugh tittering and shaky. "shit," he snorts, "you're─ we're having a kid, baby."
you sniffle. "yeah."
"oh my god," he huffs, spinning you around, "i'll build the crib, don't you worry, angel. and i'll get you that ring, how does that sound?"
"a─ a ring?" you sputter, eyes blown wide.
"we don't have to get married right away," shinichiro adds hurriedly, meeting your eyes, "we don't even have to have a wedding, if you don't want!"
tearing up, you shake your head. "you want me to marry you?"
"yeah," his tone softens. it brings you back to the days you'd spend back at the sano residency; how emma and mikey followed him around like ducklings, and how shinichiro had cared for them like a father. "nothin' i want more."
you can't help but believe him. shinichiro soothes you effortlessly, rocking you in his arms, uncaring for how the oil smudges your clothes.
^ㅁ^ things tokyo rev characters do in and out of relationships ── toman edition!
some cute... some downright foul. 🍊
hakkai, who for the first few months of dating, has the two of you corresponding through letters.
mikey on the other hand, who's suddenly inviting himself everywhere you go. going to the store to buy the most inane thing ever? not without him!
and while mikey's absolutely shameless, chifuyu really just finds himself having business wherever you're going. heading to the mall? great! chifuyu just needs to buy a new pair of uh... socks.
although draken has always been aware of his height advantage, he's only now become aware of how satisfying it is that he's taller than you, specifically. gets a kick out of having to lean down to kiss you.
mitsuya who's suddenly doing everything one-handed. turns out it's incredibly difficult to pin a thread through a needle, when his palm is pressed against yours, fingers interlocked.
often finding himself daydreaming during particularly dreadful toman meetings, sanzu's mind always travels back to you in the end. he can't help but wonder if you're waiting up for him, sat in bed knowing he'll come back to you, sneaking in the bedroom window in the dead of night.
baji who honestly gets weirdly rough with you. not violent, of course, his mom taught him better, but biting is certainly not off the table. neither is clamping his big, warm hand over yours, and squeezing so tight you're shrieking, apparently.
kazutora, who, nicely put, is an absolute maniac. you're honestly put off when he's suddenly tripping you over, pinching at your cheeks, holding you so tightly to his chest that you're actually suffocating. (little do you know it's just 'cause his heart is throbbing because you're so damn cute he can't deal!)
peh-yan has given you the most nauseating embarrassment you've ever suffered.
this mostly comes off the fact that sometimes he's too stupid to actually listen, and will confront full-on strangers! in public! most of the time it comes from a mishearing on his part, which is the cringiest thing ever. even worse when he's with pah, because then he's refusing to back down after! always leads to you getting nasty looks as well.
now kisaki, he's the real stalker. like this one's not even funny, nor cute, he's actually just. a stalker. logs all of your habits and routines, from how you like your tea, to what you position you prefer to sleep in. but you don't need to know that. <3
one thing about hanma is that when he's with you, he is not hanma. he is not shuji, and you know damn well better not to call him any of that 'reaper' bullshit, either. hanma's your baby, and he will exclusively answer to that.
smiley... is a MENACE. this one actually tries to freak you out, like testing you really weirdly. loves to suddenly get all up in your face, try to lick your eyeball and then laugh when you're getting all wound up. (over nothing! he insists.)
angry doesn't need to do all that. he's taking a more romantic route, you see. okay, yes, maybe he's a bit of a starer (nothing kisaki worthy), but if you catch him, he's always got a compliment prepared to throw you off. flusters himself, too.
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