hai ! im not here to ask you a question. i’m just here to say that YOUR WRITING AND FICS ARE SOO SOO BEAUTIFUL, THEY’RE DELICIOUS !!
i saw the hate comment, and i just want you to know that someone stills support you ! lovelotss 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Awww 😭 My life is a disaster rn and Im really struggling with everything. I have an important exam a few months later and if I can be successful I think sometimes writing fics again. My english was worse than now those days and Im not very proud of my fics dhjejdjd But they were my own writings and I made many friends here.
Thank you for your kind words, it really means a lot for me. Im really happy you enjoyed reading them! You made my day! Love you sweetpie 💖💖💖
synopsis.: chuuya doesn’t understand why you turn to self-harm every time you feel like you’re at your lowest, but he’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay afterward
pairing.: chuuya nakahara x gn!reader
cw.: sfw, established relationship, heavy trigger warning !! ⇢ explicit self-harm, kinda angsty, hurt / comfort, fluff at the end, mentioning of dazai osamu, sort of suggestive themes
wc.: 1.9k
۶ৎ note.: YAYAYA happy belated birthday to my love!! i actually wanted to post this on his birthday exactly, but i only now found the time to correct everything (had a busy week) so yeah :(( BUT AT LEAST IT’S ONLY THREE DAYS LATE GUYS AND NOT A MONTH (be proud of me please) anyway, hope you enjoy!!
he wasn’t supposed to see this. he wasn’t supposed to find you like this—so utterly broken and messed up.
but then again, it’s chuuya. it’s his apartment. and it’s definitely not his fault that you didn’t check your messages. no, this is your own fault for turning off your phone.
so how could you have known? that he’d be back from the mission early? that he’d stay extra quiet to not disturb you just in case you were sleeping on his side of the bed as usual when he’d be late?
you could have. if you had just looked at your damn phone. then he wouldn’t have had to find you like this—sitting on the ground, leaning against the frame of the bed, totally out of it and fucking miserable.
your body is trembling, fresh blood stains the ends of your sleeves as it trickles down your wrists, drenching the white fabric into a deep crimson color.
he’s at your side before your mind can even register him entering the room, kneeling down in front of you. his eyes are practically flooded with concern and a tinge of frustration.
he knows about your struggles, sort of. even though you never explicitly told him anything, he isn’t blind.
“you idiot… what did you do?” chuuya whispers softly as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
you briefly close your eyes at the contact of his lips against your feverish skin, mumbling something inaudibly. perhaps an apology or just his name—he isn’t quite sure.
the blood loss isn’t severe. he’s seen worse, way worse. yet, you still look like you’re about to faint. it’s probably the adrenaline wearing off, leaving your body in a state of pure exhaustion.
chuuya gently picks you up, being careful not to accidentally brush against any of the deep cuts on your wrists. you whimper anyway.
your body relaxes ever so slightly in his arms, the familiar grip and scent soothing you, just a bit. he carries you toward the bathroom, gingerly helping you settle on the edge of the bathtub.
he makes sure you’re steady, holding you for just a while longer, giving you another kiss on the top of your head. you lean against him, burying your face in his side to shield your eyes from the stinging brightness.
chuuya lets go of you eventually, though, as the pungent smell of copper invades his nose. he grabs a first aid kit and a fresh cloth, which he wets at the sink before returning to you.
he kneels down in front of you again, gently taking your hands in his and squeezing them reassuringly. you can’t bear to look him in the eyes, feeling ashamed as you almost withdraw your hands.
chuuya doesn’t let go, though. instead, he only holds your hands tighter, frowning at the fact that you don’t feel comfortable letting him take care of you. then again, he can’t blame you. he doesn’t burden you with his worries either.
he turns your arms over, revealing your soft skin marred with deep cuts and slashes. they look like you used one of his blades he keeps lying around for safety purposes.
you lower your head, turning more inward as guilt washes over you. “i’m sorry…” you whisper, your voice rough as you swallow thickly.
chuuya doesn’t respond. instead, he takes the wet cloth and dabs at the edges of the cuts you made. you flinch as the rough material grazes your wounds.
he has half a mind to keep everything sharp locked away in the future, and half a mind to never leave your side again. however, he knows both of these options would never work out and would probably make you feel even more uncomfortable around him.
maybe even less like a human but more like an object he wants to protect—and that’s something chuuya would never want to make someone feel, especially not you. for all that, he knows what it’s like to not feel human. to constantly question your own thoughts and feelings, to deal with a sick mind.
he doesn’t understand your pain, not truly anyway. but he relates to it on a level only he can. he just can’t relate to your utterly stupid and awful coping mechanisms. this simply isn’t his cup of tea, and it unfortunately reminds him of another troubled soul.
sometimes he wonders if he’s enough for you. enough for you to cling to your life and keep holding on. in the end, he wasn’t enough for dazai, who keeps craving something more fulfilling and meaningful to his life, even though there probably never will be anything that fills his void.
and chuuya is just so fucking scared that you need that too. that he can’t fill the void you’re so desperately trying to fill.
you glance at chuuya, his quiet and thoughtful demeanor sending another wave of panic through you. is he thinking of leaving you? of never wanting to see or speak to you again?
you know you’re disgusting. you know you can be a lot, especially in these moments. you know you’re difficult to handle. and while chuuya has never in his life expressed even an amount of distaste towards you, you wouldn’t be surprised if he just pretended all along. and you wouldn’t blame him either.
chuuya notices your underlying panic. he can practically feel it from how tense and nervous you look, and he hates that he’s probably the one making you feel like this.
“hold still,” he mumbles, still dabbing away at your cuts. once he decides they look clean enough and all the dried scraps of blood are gone, he applies a thin layer of petroleum jelly around your cuts to keep the area moist.
his movements are tender against your irritated skin, but despite how gentle he is, you still feel a burning sensation whenever he gets too close to a cut.
applying the ointment is sort of tedious and takes chuuya some time. enough time for you to stare at his face and imagine the most gruesome breakup you can think of.
you don’t even realize that he’s already laying out gauze on your wounds and securing it by wrapping bandages somewhat tightly around your wrists.
eventually, chuuya looks up at you with a serious expression before standing up fully again. he stands between your legs and strokes your hair affectionately, pulling you closer against him.
you briefly close your eyes, enjoying the warmth his body radiates. “come on, let’s get you to bed,” chuuya says, picking you up in his arms again. you let him without protest.
he makes sure not to step on any of the medical treatments he left out in the open. he’ll take care of it tomorrow, as well as the bloodstain you left behind on the carpet in his bedroom.
he carefully sets you on top of the bed, your shirt riding up just a little. you don’t mind, though. chuuya looks down at you, his gaze lingering on your bloody sleeves. he walks to the closet and grabs one of his own shirts.
“arms up,” he demands, and you follow through with his request. he takes off your shirt, looking you over just in case you hurt yourself anywhere else. when he doesn’t find any more cuts, he dresses you in his shirt, wiping away your dried tears with the end of his own sleeves.
you simply gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, pulling him closer by his waist. your thumbs begin to trace circles through his clothes, and chuuya regards you with a small chuckle. “what are you doing?”
“nothing,” you answer after a long moment of silence, your hands moving down and along his belt. you tug at it hesitantly, almost testing the waters.
you’re aware this isn’t exactly the best moment to ask for intimacy, especially this kind of intimacy. after all, you definitely don’t look or feel your best right now.
but all of this can be pushed aside. you just want—no, need—this kind of reassurance from him. you need to know he isn’t disgusted by you or mortified by your self-destructiveness.
chuuya’s smile drops as soon as he realizes what you’re asking him for, and he gently takes your hands in his, stopping you from going any further. “we’re not doing this. not tonight,” he says calmly but firmly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
your breath hitches at that, and you look away, feeling just a bit humiliated and pensive at his polite rejection. “is it because… you don’t find me attractive anymore?” you ask quietly, a sense of insecurity washing over you.
you bring your arms closer to your stomach, trying to hide them. you suddenly grow more aware of your surroundings, of what you did, and how much pain you must have inflicted on him.
of course he’s not going to want to sleep with you after that. god, how can you be so foolish? “sorry, that was a stupid question,” you mutter, your voice even quieter than before.
chuuya sits down beside you at that, looking at you with a heavy heart, unsure of what to do. he knows words are useless here and not his strong suit anyway, so he does what makes the most sense to him.
reluctantly, he leans in, stopping just a moment away from your face to think this through again. “fuck it…” he murmurs, exhaling shakily before tilting your head to face him. he rests his hand against your cheek, his thumb grazing the thin skin under your eye as he gently presses his lips against yours.
you’re startled for a moment but instantly return the kiss, practically melting into him. eventually, he brushes your hair out of the way with the hand that’s resting on your face and drags his lips lower.
he begins to plant light kisses along your sensitive skin, his other hand slowly slipping beneath your shirt. it’s warm against your skin, but doesn’t move any further.
“nothing you’d do could ever make me not want you, sweetheart,” chuuya whispers against your throat before moving to press his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling. if he could, he would take you right then and there. but he knows that would be unfair and wrong on so many levels.
“but you don’t want this, at least not right now,” he says reassuringly as he pulls away. “besides, you’re too tired anyway. you’d fall asleep before we even get to the good part.” he laughs softly, the thought of you falling asleep during sex amusing him. it wouldn’t be the first time.
a small smile graces your lips as well, and you bury your head in the crook of his neck. you wrap your arms around him, and he does the same, tracing soothing circles against your back.
“tell you what, if you still feel like this first thing in the morning after a good night full of sleep, i’ll gladly scratch that itch,” he mumbles, making your cheeks heat up.
you just nod and hum in response, your lips grazing his neck ever so slightly. it tickles him just a little. “i love you, chuuya,” you say, your voice laced with deep affection and adoration.
“i love you, too,” chuuya says faintly, tightening his grip around you, and you know he won’t let you go for the rest of the night.
note.: i am actually trying to slowly get back into my writing and i feel like it’s working! might even get into a writer’s rut hihi but yeah- question, how are we guys feeling about some criminal minds content??? maybe in the future
Love and Shame: One Night Stand😠💕18+
Love and Shame: Two Lines😠🥰
Love and Shame: Fall and Rise😠🥰
Love and Shame: The Birth 🥰
Love and Shame: Family Struggles🥰
Love and Shame: Fifteen😠💕18+
Love and Shame:Through The Night🥰💕
Love and Shame: Days Of Our Lives🥰💕18+
Love and Shame:The Great Day Has Come🥰💕
Love and Shame: Daily Adminstrations🥰
Love and Shame: A Hard Journey😠 🥰
Love and Shame: New Challenges 🥰
Love and Shame: Boyhood😠🥰
Love and Shame: The Future Stands In Front Of Us 😠🥰
Okay, I need help 😭 There was a Chuuya x reader fic. The reader was from PM in the past and now she was a member of ADA. They were getting together after years and had kids too. It was a beautiful fic and had several chapters:/ I can’t remember the name of fic or the blog but it was on Tumblr. And one of their kids’s name was something like Aki ? DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THIS FIC’S NAME WAS ???
Hello everyone, I haven’t been active for a while, and what I saw the moment I logged in… wasn’t very pleasant :d So I want to reply to those two messages here.
As someone who has been receiving treatment for depression and OCD for a long time and has struggled with suicidal thoughts, I want to give this warning. Yes, maybe I won’t kill myself today because of your rude comments, and maybe I won’t take them too seriously. But there are more sensitive and kind souls here who might take them to heart, who might get hurt, and you could ruin someone’s life.
Don’t let the cruelty in your heart destroy the lives of the good people here.
If you want to be awful, fuck off and go be awful somewhere else.
I am not a sexist or misogynist person, and I don’t think I ever was. On the contrary, I’m very aware when it comes to feminism now. But not everything I wrote is recent, they’re things from the past. I left them here without deleting anything for the people who enjoy reading, and I left this account exactly as it was. Of course, I’m not claiming everything I wrote is feminist either — I can make mistakes too.
But please don’t forget they are fiction.
If I still hurt anyone, I’m sorry, that was never my intention.
If I write again, I want to create more careful and feminist characters. But I also might not write again — because this is fiction and imagination. Writing a certain type of character doesn’t mean I support that thing in real life.
And no, I’m not deleting my old works. Social media is not that important to me.
And to the other anonymous person…
Of course you may not like what I write. You may even think it’s trash. You may not like me. I respect that. It’s completely normal. I’m not claiming that I am Dostoyevsky. I don’t even think I’m a good writer. I just wrote to have fun and to enjoy things with many fandoms here, and I love them.
But telling someone to kill themselves is seriously pathetic :d
Get up from your computer and go live a real life.
If you are doing cyberbullying because just you can, and hiding behind the anonymous thing, you’re just a coward. Don’t forget that.
So, will I write again? I don’t know.
Sometimes I miss being here, but I don’t have enough energy to write fics lately. I’m rereading Stormbringer these days — maybe I’ll come back with a Chuuya fic, but I can’t promise anything.
Today, Itagaki Mizuki updated his insta story and his family said that he passed away… I just… dont know what to say. I love him so much and I hope he rest in peace 🙏🏻 Like he always said, love and peace 🫶🏻
synopsis: just like his sworn brother, mitsuya couldn’t help but be beguiled by a sano.
pairings: mitsuya x f!sano!reader
warnings: manga spoilers, anime spoilers, not accurate manga/anime dialogue.
genre: fluff, angst, mutual pining, slow burn
wc: 5.8k
age: 13
“(y/n), come on. help me with this! this is too heavy.” you hear emma say as you walked out of your room, you nodded and held the other end of the box as the both of you made an effort to lift the heavy object.
“mikey!” you hear a foreign voice yell out from outside the house. you and emma looked at each other in confusion before you heard heavy footsteps approach to where you and your sister were.
“pardon the intrusion.” you hear him say, “i’m taking a shower! wait for me upstairs!” you hear mikey yell from the bathroom. you rolled your eyes at the exchange before grunting as the box you and emma were lifting suddenly felt heavier than it was.
“hm?” you look up to see a blonde male with a dragon tattoo on the side of his face look at you and emma curiously, you could only assume that this was the “draken” mikey talked about at the dinner table.
“are you mikey’s sisters?” he asked, you nodded as a response. “i’m draken.”
“i’m the youngest, emma.” “(y/n).” draken nodded before his dark eyes flit over to the heavy box you and emma were both carrying. without saying a word, he effortlessly lifts the box up and sends a teasing smile to the both of you.
“are you really mikey’s siblings?” he asks as you and emma led the way to where the box was supposed to be placed. “you’re not as strong.” you turned around to glare at him who only smiled mockingly at you.
“oi! were you talking shit about me?” you hear mikey ask as he comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair off with a towel.
“oh, mikey. there you are!” he turns towards you and emma. “i’ll put this away, okay, emma?” you swear you can see a tinge of blush on your sister’s cheeks as she nodded in confirmation.
“we’re going to meet my sworn brother at the temple, right?” draken confirms to which mikey hummed in acknowledgement.
“manjirou!” you hear your older brother’s voice yell from the other room. mikey groans as the four of you head over to where shinichiro was.
“where do you think you’re going?” “i told you, old man. we’re going to the shrine.” “who are you calling old man?!” shinichiro asked in frustration before letting out a sigh, fed up with the younger’s antics.
“take (y/n) with you.”
“huh?” “huh?!” you and mikey exclaimed.
“shin-nii… i don’t want to leave!” you say, tugging at your older brother’s shirt. “i don’t care about mikey and his friends.” you hear mikey let out a scoff at your words.
shinichiro only gave you a smile as he ruffled your hair. “sorry kiddo, gramps told me to tell you to keep an eye on the problem child.” “i’m not a problem child!” “shut up, manjirou.”
you sighed, glaring at your brother who seemed to be glaring right back at you. neither of you wanted to follow shinichiro’s words but you knew the earful you would get from your grandpa and shinichiro was not worth it.
“emma, how about you come with (y/n) and the rest so (y/n) won’t get bored?” “why can’t emma just go alone instead?” emma nodded in agreement, eyes still on the tattooed male.
“(y/n), we all know mikey gets scared when you’re mad.” you smirk at the offended noises mikey lets out.
“okay, fine.” you relented before turning towards your brother and his friend. “don’t waste my time.”
–
“i swear, (n/n), it was huge!” baji excitedly exclaimed. you only nodded at the ravenette’s words as the five of you walked towards the shrine.
initially, it was only supposed to be you, emma, mikey and draken, but baji was already on the way to your house so he tagged along, he was going to the shrine as well, anyway.
once the five of you reached the top of the shrine, you sat down by the steps, conversing with baji and emma as mikey and draken stayed by the entrance.
“you seem happy today, kei.” you say to the ravenette who talked your ear off animatedly.
“ah, the group will be meeting draken’s friend and kazutora!” you and emma tilted your heads in confusion. “kazutora?“
baji let out a grin before launching himself into telling you the story of how mikey kicked kazutora’s father because he thought that he was a kidnapper.
you pinched the bridge of your nose in stress. no wonder gramps and shinichiro asked to keep an eye on him.
“oi! (y/n), emma! come here. meet the new guys.” you hear draken call the three of you. you stood up, dusting the rubble that stuck to your bottoms before walking over to where your brother was.
there were two new males in the small group you were in, you could only assume one of them was kazutora and the other was whoever draken’s sworn brother was.
“these are my younger siblings.” mikey gestured to the two of you vaguely. you rolled your eyes at the way he brushed off your introductions, your eyes were focused on your brother that you didn’t realize the silver haired male staring at you with a fascinated expression.
“hi, i’m kazutora.” the male with a tiger tattoo on the side of his neck said, you nod in acknowledgement before introducing yourself with your name, the silver haired male coughed a bit to get your attention.
“mitsuya takashi.” he says with a small stutter, placing his hand in front of you. a shy smile on his face. “it’s nice to meet you, mitsuya.” you say as you shake his hand with a smile on your face.
if you look closely enough, you can see a light blush coating the male’s face.
you and emma didn’t stay for long, there was only so many topics until the boys lose their filters and forget that they have girls with them, so in order to not get in the way of their childish talk, you and emma decided on leaving early so the both of you can prepare dinner earlier.
“would you like me to walk you home?” mitsuya says in you and emma’s general direction. you politely shook your head with a grateful smile.
“no need, mitsuya! we’ll be fine. thank you for the offer, though.” before mitsuya could convince you otherwise, mikey interrupts with a “hurry up already!”
you threatened to cut mikey’s serving off for dinner before you and emma went your way, once the boys lost sight of you, draken pushed his shoulder playfully.
“eh? my sworn brother is apparently a gentleman. who would’ve known?” mitsuya shrugged draken’s hand off his shoulder with an easygoing smile.
“shut up.”
–
age: 15
draken didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed sooner. whenever he tells mitsuya that he had something to do in the sano residences, you best believe that mitsuya was tagging along, even if it was something as mundane as draken making sure that mikey wakes up on time for the toman meeting.
mitsuya didn’t care, any excuse to see you is something he would immediately take without question.
he didn’t know why he always had the urge to see you, he brushed it off as finding your company nice and wanting to get to know you more. but with time passing, he still finds himself using that excuse. within the two years of meeting you, shouldn’t he have already known you enough?
“oi, mitsuya.” draken asks as he walks in front of the male. “what?” the aforementioned replies as he places his hands in his pockets, keeping up with the blonde’s pace.
“why do you keep insisting to come with me when i’m just going to pick up mikey?” mitsuya stayed silent, wanting to ignore the question. draken turned his head to look at the other male when his question was unanswered.
“did you hear me?” mitsuya took a deep breath before nodding.
draken was his sworn brother, he would understand, right?
“i think his sister’s cute and i want to see he–” mitsuya could barely finish his sentence before he was pushed to the wall with his collar gripped into draken’s hand as his body was barely off the ground.
“w-what the hell man.” mitsuya coughed, trying to breathe but the blonde’s grip on his collar only tightened, making it difficult to do so.
“say that again.” draken said, voice deepening as his eyes turned dark.
“i-i would. if you weren’t fucking choking me.” mitsuya coughed, trying to rip the grip draken had on his collar. draken relented a little, loosening his grip enough for the silver haired male to step foot back on the ground.
“the hell is your problem?” mitsuya said after he coughed out a breath, the glare on draken’s face didn’t relent. mitsuya returned the glare right back.
“i dare you to say it again.” “what?” mitsuya was confused at this point. he doesn’t think he said anything to have pissed off the blonde in front of him.
“if i heard it correctly, you said you’re following me because you think mikey’s sister is cute?” mitsuya nodded, a confused look on his features.
a vein on draken’s forehead portruded as he punched the nearest lamp post, further driving the other male into confusion.
before mitsuya could ask, draken let out a grunt.
“what kind of fucking brother are you?” huh? now mitsuya was getting agitated as well.
“what the hell are you talking about?” mitsuya’s fists are now clenching by his side, his patience was running thin and draken wasn’t making any sense.
“i fucking told you that i liked emma before i even told mikey himself, then you suddenly say you find her cute?!”
“ha?! i never said it was emma!” “but you just said mikey’s sister is cu— wait.” draken stopped mid sentence, an embarrassed flush on his face as realization dawned upon him.
“did you mean, (y/n)?!” the blush on mitsuya’s face answered draken’s question as the blonde laughed, hands dragging down his face as he laughs in embarrassment.
“oh my god. i’m sorry.” draken apologized.
“don’t tell me…” mitsuya was now starting to realize the cause of the misunderstanding. “you thought i liked emma?”
“how would i know?! you said mikey’s sister.”
“(y/n) is mikey’s sister too! and besides, emma is cute but she’s not my type.” mitsuya muttered.
draken smirks as they both walked together towards the sano residence. “i would be offended, but that’s perfect. don’t ever think about emma that way.”
“i share the same sentiments with (y/n).”
a silent agreement and a new bond formed between the two of them as they stopped in front of the house.
“oi, mikey!” draken called out from the door, raising his heavy fist to knock on the door, only for the door to be opened with a confused looking emma.
mitsuya looked at the opened door to see you peering at the outside from your task at hand. it was as if you were curious to whom the visitors were. but draken’s voice has always been distinct.
perhaps… were you looking to see if he tagged along?
mitsuya shook his head, not wanting to feed into his delusions as he looked down to ground himself, only for his head to be raised by your hand. your eyes suddenly staring right at him.
“h-huh?” mitsuya sputters out, your face remained indifferent as your lithe fingers suddenly attached themselves to his collar.
“your collar’s askew.” you mutter before fixing it with an unconscious pout on your face. once you were done, you looked back at your handiwork before nodding at him and stepping away, going back to the task at hand.
mitsuya’s face felt warm, and he was only praying to whoever was listening that his face showed indifference. he looked over to see draken staring back at him with a smirk on his face, and emma looking at her sister with an intrigued expression.
maybe he should thank draken for almost beating him up.
—
“say… (y/n).” emma calls out from the vanity table of your shared room. you looked up from the book you were reading, waiting for her to continue her statement.
“will you accompany me to the festival tomorrow?” you tilted your head in confusion at your sister’s request.
“aren’t you going with draken?” emma blushed a bit before nodding. you looked at her through the mirror of the vanity she was sitting at. “then why do you need me there?”
“i can’t be alone with draken! i’m too shy.” “so you want me to third wheel?” “no! draken said he’s bringing a friend along.”
you hummed, wanting to refute, but suddenly the weight of your bed shifted as emma plasters her body on yours. “please, (n/n)! you know how i feel about draken! and i’m sure whoever he’ll be bringing will be nice. you know draken doesn’t befriend shady people.” emma fired argument after argument, not giving you room to respond and she shakes your body.
“emma, calm down! okay, okay. fine. i will.” you sighed, smiling at the cheerful expression on your sister’s face.
“i owe you one!” “yeah, yeah. now go to sleep, you don’t want draken to see your eyebags now, do you?”
“(n/n), shut up!”
“both of you quiet down and go to sleep!” “mikey, shut up!”
—
you blinked at confusion as you see the same confused eyes belonging to mitsuya, staring back at you.
he was the friend emma was talking about? you didn’t know why they bothered keeping it a secret when draken and mitsuya were rarely seen apart.
“you’re here.” mitsuya greets, his brown yukata fitting nicely on him. you gave him a smile in response before twirling a little playfully. “yeah, i’m here.” he laughs at your silliness.
when draken called out to the both of you, you and mitsuya followed emma and draken, falling into a natural conversation.
the both of you were so deep into conversation that when you looked front, emma and draken were nowhere to be seen.
"that fucking bastard." mitsuya mutters under his breath, "hm?" you turn to look at him. mitsuya only shakes his head before leading you towards a stall that sells your favorite street food.
mitsuya's heart pounded against his chest as he saw the way your eyes glimmered upon the sight of the treat, without wasting another moment, he bought it.
"mitsuya, you didn't need to!" you exclaimed as he pushes the treat in your direction. "i'll pay you ba–"
"just take it, (y/n)." mitsuya pushes the paper bag containing the treat into your hands. "and don't bother trying to pay me back. it's not going to work." you puff your cheeks in annoyance before sighing and giving him a grateful smile.
"mm. okay, thank you. takashi." you slipped, mitsuya's eyes widened and his heart pounded on his chest.
you mistook mitsuya's flustered silence as uncomfortableness as you quickly retracted your statement.
"i mean, mitsuya–" "takashi is fine." he cut you off, hoping the orange festival lights were enough to hide the blush arising in his cheeks.
"it's only fair that you call me by my first name since i call you with yours." mitsuya continued, avoiding your eyes, you doing the same.
"...yeah." you awkwardly say, noticing the shift of atmosphere between the two of you.
"uh… we should find emma and draken… right?" you awkwardly ask, shifting from one foot to another. mitsuya nodded, secretly disappointed that his time alone with you is now cut short.
all of a sudden, a mob of people began running towards the viewing area, causing mitsuya to grab onto your hand, so as to not get separated by the sudden crowd.
"the fireworks are starting soon." you realized before smiling at mitsuya and pulling him towards an area that wasn't so crowded.
mitsuya let himself be pulled by you, eyes locked on your intertwined hands and he didn't want to assume, but he felt as if the grip got a bit tighter. then again, he didn't want to get ahead of himself.
sparks of bright colors filled the sky, people letting out sounds of awe as various patterns took over the night sky.
but mitsuya paid no mind. his eyes were on you and his senses were overwhelmed with the fact that you still haven't let go of his hand. his eyes watched as yours reflected the sparkles in the night sky, how your mouth was slightly parted as a look of awe was plastered on your features.
in his eyes, you look beautiful.
his hand hesitantly tightens around yours, drawing your attention from the sky to him.
"(y/n)..." he says quietly, the ruckus of the people around you made you take a small step forward to hear him better.
the moment is now.
"i like you." he says, just in time as the biggest firework exploded.
silence.
you blinked in confusion as the residual embers of the fireworks simmer down the sky, leaving a fog like hue to cover the night.
"i'm sorry… i didn't hear you. the fireworks were too loud." mitsuya felt embarrassed. the expression on his face was something you couldn't decipher before his face quirks up into a smirk.
"i said—" the male was cut off as he felt a droplet of rain on his head. "later. we'll find shelter first."
mitsuya never got to repeat what he said before the rain. but, he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
maybe the moment wasn't today.
the next day after the festival, mikey decided to try a new location and asked to meet in their dojo.
mitsuya, finding yet another reason to see you, agreed a bit too fast causing a few brows to quirk at the unusual behavior from the second division captain.
mikey only shrugged it off.
mitsuya wasn't paying attention, he was aware of that. he kept darting his attention to his surroundings, hoping to see just a glimpse of you. draken noticed his brother's actions before smacking him upside the head, telling him to pay attention. but mikey was amused.
mitsuya may hide it, but mikey has always been sharp, and therefore able to read people. the blonde wanted to confront his friend, but of course, when has mikey ever made things easy?
"oi– sister!" he yelled to the outside of the room, biting back a laugh as mitsuya stiffened in his sitting position.
the gang leader only felt a bit bad when mitsuya deflated as emma entered the room.
"what is it, mikey?" she asked, a mask on her face which piqued mitsuya's interest.
"how's our other sister doing?" mikey asked, emma was confused as to why mikey was asking, he was just in your room teasing your immune system, does he really think a lot can happen in 15 minutes? but emma followed mikey's teasing gaze to his second division captain who was looking back at her with such intensity, she couldn't help but follow along with her brother's questions.
"(y/n)'s fine, she drank her medicine a little while ago so she might be loopy."
"e-emma." mitsuya was shocked that he spoke up, it was as if he couldn't stop him.
"what's wrong with (y/n)?" he was aware of the glances his co-captains were giving him but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"she caught a cold from the rain last night." emma explained, and once mitsuya asked all the questions about you that he needed, mikey shooed her sister away, much to the annoyance of draken.
mikey then began talking once more, but mitsuya was zoning out.
you were in the same vicinity as him, sick, he could be taking care of you… he should be taking care of you.
"mikey." he really needs to learn how to shut up. "i'm going to the bathroom, you can continue the meeting without me." he excused himself, but everyone, even pah-chin could see right through him.
mikey only gave out a nod. baji coughs out a quiet "simp." to which kazutora snorted at.
"oh, mitsuya?" mikey called out when the aforementioned was by the doorframe.
"hm?" "(y/n)'s room is on the second floor, door to the left." with that, all the boys in the room let our their suppressed laughs as mitsuya nods and bolts towards your room.
once he was in front of your room, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar, he hears you cough lightly.
mitsuya knocks with a light fist before pushing the door open. your droopy eyes widened just a tad bit as you saw his figure in front of you.
“oh… takashi, hey.” “don’t talk.” mitsuya shushes you as he nears the bed and replaces the washcloth with cold water.
you watch as he moves carefully, as if he doesn’t want to make any sudden movements to make your already hurting head worse.
“was this because of me?” mitsuya asks as he pulls up a chair beside your bed.
“why would it be because of you?” you were puzzled, mitsuya has been acting weird lately and you couldn’t pinpoint why.
“i was with you when it rained at the fest–” “are you some kind of rain god in disguise?” you cut him off with an unamused expression on your sickly features. mitsuya couldn’t understand why but the scowl on your face paired with your reddened nose made him want to coo at how adorable you looked.
“no?“ “then shut up.” mitsuya cracked a smile at your retort.
“it’s just a common cold, it’ll go away tomorrow.” you reassure him.
mitsuya hums in acknowledgement.
“say…” mitsuya starts, you bit back a yawn, wanting to hear what the male had to say.
“when you get better… do you…” mitsuya couldn’t believe he was at a loss for words.
you silently gestured for him to continue with his statement. “would you accompany me to the shrine on new years?“
“okay.” you smile before letting out a yawn. mitsuya chuckles at the sight before patting your head and standing up.
“rest up, (y/n). i’ll see you tomorrow.” you nod before letting out another yawn, letting sleep take over you.
mitsuya then walked over to the door, closing it gently once he left, only to be met with the knowing gazes of his co-captains and president.
“what.” mitsuya tried to remain indifferent, but he felt his face warm up at the possibility of them eavesdropping.
he looked over to see draken smirking at him and before he could say anything, baji’s rough voice caught their attention.
“d-do you… w-w-wanna go to the shrine with me?” baji imitated mitsuya, making sure the tone of his voice resembled a shy boy. baji’s execution of the scene was so exaggerated that mikey had to shush them all because the boys’ laughter was too hard and he’d rather not wake you up.
as much as mikey doesn’t like to show it, he actually does care for you as a sister.
“now, now, you can all leave.” mikey said, pushing each and everyone out, draken had a hand on mitsuya’s shoulder as they walked outside.
"oh, and mitsuya?" mikey called as the remaining boys left. the aforementioned looked back with a curious gaze.
"i wouldn't mind having you and ken-chin as my brother-in laws." mikey winked before shutting the door.
draken let out a groan of annoyance before yelling at mikey to shut up before walking the opposite direction. mitsuya turned around, walking back home with a smile on his face.
—
the day after christmas was probably one of the worst days you have ever witnessed. you were made aware by your brother about what happened on christmas, and as soon as he finished, you bolted over to mitsuya's apartment.
after knocking a few times, you were surprised to see a small girl in front of you.
"who are you?" the girl asks quietly. you knelt down to look her in the eye before introducing yourself. you see a flicker of recognition behind her eyes as she gasps quietly and pulls you in, almost catching you off balance.
"you're the pretty onee-chan that taka-nii talks about!" you blinked, giving her an awkward smile before asking for her name.
"i'm luna! taka-nii's sister." she pulls you to a room where you see another child cuddling mitsuya who was fast asleep. "that's mana!" the volume of her voice managed to startle mitsuya into consciousness. you gasped as you saw the bandages and bruises on his body.
mitsuya blinked twice to be sure. he didn't want to believe that you were here, but you were and luna was holding onto your hand. takashi asks his younger sister to step outside the room with their youngest sister.
luna, who was oblivious to the situation only nodded before chasing her younger sister outside.
when it was only the two of you, a silence overtook the room. none of you knew what to say.
after a good minute, that felt like hours, you quietly said.
"your bandages are tied wrong." you take a step closer, brushing your fingers on the bloodied cloth before you look into his eyes, a silent permission. to where he nods in confirmation.
you internally cringed as you see the dried blood on his forehead, bruises that decorated the side of his face.
"i'm not going to ask what happened." you assured him as you measured a clean roll of bandages. "mikey already covered the gist of it."
your fingers were gentle against his head, if mitsuya didn't know any better, he could fall asleep while you were tending to him. but he knew it wasn't the right time or place.
once you were done, you pulled back quietly ensuring the bandages will stay in place.
you held mitsuya's face in your hands, inspecting his features if there were any more wounds or bruises that you missed. you were so focused in your task that you didn't notice mitsuya looking straight at you.
once your eyes snap to his, you let go of his face gently after patting his cheek lightly.
"you better get well soon, taka." you say, giving him an assuring smile.
"you still have a shrine to take me to." mitsuya chuckled, even if it hurt his head before he let out a sound of agreement.
"look forward to it."
—
unfortunately, mitsuya couldn't pick you up due to his mom insisting that he take his sisters to the shrine as well. you assured him that it was no problem.
that's how you found yourself trailing behind the rest of toman with mitsuya's vice captain, hakkai and his sister, yuzuha, behind you.
the siblings were so lost in conversation that they didn't notice that they were being louder than anticipated. you were so close to drowning them out, the thought of seeing mitsuya plaguing your mind before you were abruptly snapped out of it as hakkai teased yuzuha with him.
"i can see why you would like taka-chan." hakkai said, a light lilt to his voice. "i mean… you saw how badass he was in the christmas fight. i can't blame you for falling." you grit your teeth, you know you shouldn't eavesdrop at that point, but you couldn't help it.
"you even fell into taka-chan's embrace." you could vaguely hear yuzuha telling her brother to shut up. but all you could imagine is another girl in mitsuya's arms and that left a bitter taste in your mouth.
you knew what you were feeling was irrational and immature, but how couldn't you feel insecure? yuzuha was beautiful. and you couldn't fault mitsuya if he falls for her.
but why should you care?
what were you and mitsuya?
your thoughts become overwhelmed with irrational jealousy, you stiffened when you hear mitsuya's voice greet the group.
"you look nice." you hear mitsuya say to yuzuha, hakkai was blushing from behind as if he was the one being complimented, and you were trying to discreetly sneak out of the group.
not knowing that mitsuya had his eyes on you ever since he spotted the group.
"(y/n)." he smiles. you nod back, managing a small smile on your face.
from the corner of your eye, you could see hakkai pushing his sister into talking to mitsuya. not wanting to meddle with the potential budding of a relationship. you quickly excuse yourself.
only to feel mitsuya's hand clasp against yours.
"where are you going?" mitsuya asks as he pulls you towards him. you looked around to see the other toman members being none the wiser and strolling around the festival. from the sides, you can see takemichi wailing about how mitsuya's sisters stole hina from him. chifuyu was beside him, laughing as he slaps his partner's back, trying to console him but failing to do so.
"i just needed a bit of air." you say quietly, not wanting to let the thought of mitsuya and yuzuha together plague you.
"then let's go." "i meant alone." "no."
"no?"
mitsuya nodded, your hand still in his as he pulls you towards a clearer ground.
"clearly something is upsetting you. and i want to know." "it's stupid."
"it's not if it makes you feel this way."
you let out an annoyed sigh at his stubbornness.
"no, mitsuya. really–" "mitsuya?" "takashi i'm fine. i swear, you should go to yuzuha–"
"yuzuha?" mitsuya was quietly connecting the dots. but as always, he didn't want to get ahead of himself.
"i mean… hakkai and yuzuha seemed to be waiting for yo–" "i don't care. they're not my date to the festival." mitsuya cuts you off.
your face warms at his straightforwardness.
"you look beautiful, by the way." you blinked as a response, at a loss for words.
"i don't know what you heard, but i don't want it to ruin our night. so either tell me now or we'll be miserable for the festival."
"i…" "you?"
"i was jealous…" "of?"
you sighed in frustration at the pace of the conversation before tightening the grip of your intertwined hands.
"i was jealous of yuzuha, okay?" mitsuya only looked at you as you ranted about all the details you've accidentally eavesdropped on the shiba siblings, mitsuya only listened attentively, but when you reached a certain point of explaining why mitsuya and yuzuha should've been each others' dates, he stops you with a finger to your lips.
"i never would've thought you would look so cute when you're jealous." mitsuya teased, your eye twitched before you slapped his hand away from your mouth.
"can you be more serious about this?" mitsuya only smiled before pulling you closer to him.
"you've got it all wrong, i only see yuzuha as a sister. and besides hakkai doesn't know an important detail…" he leans in to whisper in your ear.
"it's takemichi that yuzuha likes." "huh?!" mitsuya laughs at your reaction and before you could ask any more questions. mitsuya mutters lowly into your ear.
"i'm a bit offended that you kept pushing me away when i asked you to be my date." he says before he pulls away and talks in his normal tone, his voice a bit deeper.
"for years…" he starts. "for years i've tailed behind draken just to get a glimpse of you and for weeks i've tried to hide what i feel for you." you suck in a breath.
"when you ran over to my apartment when you found out that i was hurt… i almost kissed you then and there." you gasl quietly at the revelation.
"do you remember when i got interrupted in the last festival we went to?" you nodded. it was the festival you went to before you got sick.
"i wanted to tell you i like you. like, like you." your eyes widened at his words, heart pounding erratically in your chest.
"but i wimped out." he says as your lips parted. as if you wanted to say something but he interrupts you with recalling the days when he has always tried catching your attention when mikey brought you over.
"and now, here i am. just a step closer to you, and you push me away because you think i don't want you?" mitsuya said in a low tone, eyes darkening.
"you drive me crazy." "t-takashi."
"(y/n)... may i kiss you? i don't think i can handle it any longer." you didn't answer, you only pulled his chin down to slot your lips on his. mitsuya reacting in no time as he pulls you closer.
once you pull away to breathe, you couldn't help but whisper on his lips.
"i like you." you barely finish your words before mitsuya is back to connecting your lips together.
from the distance, you can hear the hoots and cheers of the toman members, the whines of mitsuya's siblings as their vision was obscured by takemichi and chifuyu, they were too young to see this side of their brother and mitsuya was grateful for it, and looking over to yuzuha who nodded with a satisfied glint in her eyes.
you blushed as mitsuya held your hand tightly, pulling you closer to him as the both of you made your way back to the group.
for the entire night, mitsuya didn't let you leave his sight, the girls in the group were swooning over the way mitsuya attended to you, wishing that their boyfriend would get the hint, but sadly, they didn't.
mikey smacked mitsuya's back as hard as he could, earning a grunt from your now boyfriend. once mitsuya recovered from the impact, they both laughed over it.
"make her happy, okay?" mikey asked, gesturing to you. mitsuya smiled and nodded.
the countdown of the fireworks began.
and once the first firework exploded into the night, you can hear all the people around you cheer and whoop.
but in a sense of deja vu, your head tilted back down to see your boyfriend looking at you and mouthing the words he said at the previous festival.
i like you.
note: oh my god it's done !!!! this prompt has been on my mind for so long and i'm so glad i got out of my slump to write this. likes and reblogs are highly encouraged! i hope you enjoyed <33
Summary: When Mother Nature interferes with your date plans, you and Shoji do the next best thing.
A/N: This takes place after sex, showcasing Shoji's aftercare prowess. Mentions of anatomy, so NS_W under the cut.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
You were SUPPOSED to go to a festival with your boyfriend Shoji during the day, but the weather had other plans. When you wake up, it is softly raining, raindrops falling on the ground, and the building is soothing and puts you in a mood. You had just moved in with him a few weeks ago, so you rolled over to him and kissed his neck. "Shoji," you said in the most sultry voice you could muster this early morning. He knew what you wanted just by your tone and happily obliged.
When all was said and done, there were three spent condoms in the trash, and he was cuddling you closely. He traced patterns in your skin with his finger, which you recognized as the Ebara High kanji. You laughed softly to yourself, to which he asked what was so funny. "You can take the man out of Ebara, but you can't take Ebara out of the man." he stopped and blushed deeply. He hadn't even realized that he was tracing his alma mater's name into your back.
"It's okay," you reassured him. "I just find it cute," you flipped onto your belly, asking, "Can you rub my back, please? We did get a little rough, and I'm sore." he reached over for the massage oil and began rubbing. Never in a million years did he think that he would be subservient to anyone, much less a woman. But he owed you his life after you gave him some of your blood after being stabbed in a fight.
The incident was early on in your relationship, where he had contemplated seeing other women on the side when Ebara was attacked, and he had been stabbed. You were a perfect blood match, and you freely offered up your blood to him to save his life. You were right by the bed when he woke up, peeling an orange for when he was coherent enough to eat something. "Why are you here?" he asked.
"Because you're my boyfriend, you dummy." Clearly, you'd been crying but held it together for his sake. You'd known he had been talking to other girls and were so angry at him for it. But for the moment, you were just glad that he was alive. You never told him you knew, but from the look on his face, you could tell that he knew he was doing wrong by you.
The whole reason Ebara was attacked in the first place was because he let the head in his pants do the thinking for him and was flirting with the wrong girl. He knew that if he didn't have you, he would have woken up in the hospital alone. "It's good to see such a pretty face when I first wake up," he said weakly, smiling at you. "If it had been either Fujin or Raijin, I would have thought I'd died and gone to Hell."
In the present day, he asked you to roll over so he could rub the other side of your body. You obliged, him taking your naked form in all of its glory. "Wow..." was all he could say when he started massaging your breasts.
"Come on now," you playfully chastised him. "You act like you've never seen me naked before."
"Only because every time feels like the first time," he said dreamily. You laughed at that, taking up the massage oil and rubbing him down. He groaned, feeling himself get hard again. "If you keep doing that, then you'll regret it..."
You chuckled darkly. "Oh please, we both took the day off work. We have all day and all night." You nibbled on his ear, and he flipped you so you were under him.
"That's right, Baby," he nibbled at your neck. "We have all the time in the world today..."
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