#anzai

[miss-choco-chips]

In my heart of hears I feel like Suo will return to Furin after his arc (still clinging to the 'he ran away from Red Chanpuru and was threatened/ coerced into returning' theory, however unlikely)

And if that is the case, I'd love for Suo to try to compensate for his past secrecy by over sharing and trauma dumping.

Sakura: Say, Suo, Is your eye-

Suo: ah, you mean this eye? The one that I lost in the ritualistic punishment I got after I tried to run away from Red Chanpuru when I was a child?

Sakura:... I was gonna ask if your eye PATCH is made of real leather. Holy shit though

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Tsubaki: aw I love your earrings! So stylish!

Suo: thank you! They belonged to my master, who raised me. They're dead by the way, I had to take these from their corpse as per their last will. That was such a bad week, I also almost got murdered twice.

Tsubaki:....

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Suo: so yes, since part of my training to become an officer included salt being rubbed against my every wound, I had very good motivation to learn how to dodge early in my journey.

Kiryu: I only asked you to pass the salt suo-chan

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Suo: -and that's how I almost died from poisoning when I was 11 after someone got jealous of how fast I was climbing the ranks and put poison in my food. After that, you can imagine how I'd try to avoid eating anything not specifically made by me

Anzai: ...

Suo: So, thank you for asking me which pizza flavor I'd like, but I'll have to decline the offer. I'm sure I can make myself something quick to eat while you guys have that, in the time it'll take the pizza to be delivered. Ah, I'm also really good ar cooking and using kitchen knives because of that time -

Anzai: pls just. Stop.

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Suo: come one, Sugishita-kun! Let's join the others

Sugi:

Suo: ive never been to an amusement park, you know? since I've been groomed for the asphyxiating responsibility of looking after an entire city that was dropped on my shoulders as a young boy, I never truly got to enjoy my youth and have fun. But of course I'd never want you to feel pressured into joining us!

Sugi:

Suo: did I mention I spent my last birthday being forced to-

Sugi: okay. I'll go. Stop.

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The only one who'd be thriving would be Nirei who FOR ONCE has actual Intel to add to Suo's notebook.

[ironwoman18]

Everyone: 😧😦😮😯😲

Nirei: Oh no!! Sakura-san is sick

Everyone: 😰😨😱😩😫

[manias-wordcount]

The Tempting of a Devil (Yuuki Anzai)

Kinktober 2025 Day Twenty-Eight: Masturbation

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re asleep in his bed. And your top doesn’t fit the way it's supposed to.

You came over a couple of hours ago, bearing your homework to do in case he got called into work again. And like clockwork- he did. So he found himself leaving you and your sad smile alone at his place to entertain yourself until he got back. And he promised. He promised that he wouldn’t be long. The call didn’t sound that serious. They probably didn’t need him, specifically. Just a couple of extra hands. He’ll be back before you know it. He’ll be back before it matters.

It’s two in the morning by the time he’s making his way through the front door. 

He sees your shoes still by the door and your bag left on his couch. He sees your homework is finished, and left in a neat pile on top of your lecture notes and textbooks on his table. He sees your dishes from dinner on the drying rack and his dinner, completely untouched, on the counter right where he can find it as soon as he gets back. And he sees the door to his bedroom open just a crack. Just enough for him to peer through. 

Just enough to see you.

He’s standing in the doorframe leading to his bedroom before he knows it. He’s peering down, watching you like some sort of creep, before he knows it. But he can’t help it. He can’t stop. Because in the dark of the night, he sees you, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through his blinds. You’re tucked underneath his covers. Eyes closed. Breathing softly. Nice and sweet and warm and cozy under his sheets. On his bed. At his apartment. He found you there. You went here on your own. And here you are, waiting for him. To wake you up. To crawl into bed with you. To be here with you. 

It makes him smile softly despite knowing that there’s no one around to see it. It fills him with a warmth in his chest. You’re so cute. This is so domestic. It makes him feel so trusted. You could have left at any time. You could have finished your homework and gone home. Hell, you could have gone home the second he got pulled away to work. Or the moment you realized that he wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon. But you didn’t. You simply moved in for the night. You reminded him that you’re his, even when he’s not there to say it. 

His heart swells at the thought. You’ve been so accepting of him. You’ve been so understanding. So patient and so caring of him. And to find you here after a hard, long shift of chasing devils and cleaning up society? To find you safe and sound and cuddled up in his bed? Awaiting his return? It makes him want to lean down and kiss you all over. Your forehead. Your cheeks. Your nose. Your lips. Your-

Just then, you move.

It’s a slight shift. One that brings the covers down, just a tiny bit. But in reality, you’re just turning on your side. Just turning towards him, as if you sensed his presence. But your eyes are still closed. And your breathing is still even. You’re still asleep. You’re still peacefully asleep. Blissfully aware of his presence or his thoughts or his feelings, or the world around you.

But your top doesn’t fit the way it’s supposed to. 

It’s a tank top. One made of a thin yet soft and breathable material. One that plunges a little low in the chest every time you wear it. One that must have been old or well-loved or both, based on the way the straps are stretched out and the color has faded. But your top doesn’t fit the way it’s supposed to. Maybe it did once. But it doesn’t anymore.

He knows this because, as you turn towards him, the front of your top gets caught around something, causing the fabric to be pulled to the side and dip down low. Lower than before. Lower than it should be. And low enough, one of your perfect, supple breasts slips out without you even noticing.

Before he even blinks, he finds himself locked in his own bathroom with his hands undoing his belt. The effect you have on him is powerful, as it is instantaneous. He can’t get the image out of his mind, and he can’t seem to move his hands fast enough. Because it feels like it takes ages for him to free his erection from his pants and wrap his fist around it, and start pumping as he furiously masturbates to what he just saw. What he just witnessed.

Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. 

“I wanna…” Words tumble out of his mouth softly. They’re not planned. And they flow out in careless whispers for him and only him to hear. But at the moment, he can’t focus on completing that thought. His mind is too preoccupied with that split-second memory of the unbearable beauty in your helplessness. So instead of trying to control himself. Instead of trying to contain the excitement, the arousal he feels at some little glimpse of a part of you he hasn’t seen yet, he lets himself go. Just a little bit. He feeds the devil in him. He feeds the man in him. But he starves it too. “I need to…I need…need…”

He starves it by simply spitting into his hands and wrapping it even tighter around his dick instead of going back out there and pulling back to the covers to wake you up to someone you might never forget.

With a curse, he leans his back against the door of the bathroom and lets out a harsh breath as his eyes flutter closed. Like a ghost, it haunts him. You haunt him. You curled up on his bed, exposing your body so carelessly like that? It nearly destroys him. But so do the little details he seems to suddenly recall now that his eyes are closed and all he can hear is the sound of his hand stroking his cock like a lifeline. 

Like your scent. It was all over his place. But his room was doused in it. He wonders if his bed is the same way now. He wonders if he smells like him or if you smell like his bed. He doesn’t know. He can’t decide. Does he want you to smell like him? Or does he want his world to smell like you? It’s a hard, hard decision. He wants both. Realistically, he wants both. But he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to handle either. So he tries to think of something else to calm himself down. Something to keep him death gripping his cock so hard that he’ll draw blood. Something to keep him from going back to his room and finding out what he prefers for himself.

But it’s impossible. As he tries to think of the case he just worked tonight, he thinks of clothes. He thinks about all that he saw in the surroundings, and the clothes the bystanders were wearing. He thinks of the girl wearing a shirt he thought you would have loved and briefly considered buying for you. But that leads him to thinking about how he saw the clothes you were wearing earlier today, folded up in a neat pile on the desk in his room. You’re not wearing them. He knows you’re not wearing them because he’s seen you wear the top that you’re currently in, late at night when he’s at your place. You always cover it with a soft little cardigan. One that drowns you in fabric and reminds him that you’re so, so, so different from the dark world he lives in. But he knows he’s seen you in that piece before. And he knows it’s never been that big of a problem before. At least, not in the way that it is right now.

But he’s also seen you wear those shorts before, too. Those loose-fitting, cotton shorts. The ones he always found to be adorable and flattering on your figure. The same shorts he just saw in a crumpled pile on the floor right near his bed. The bed you’re currently sleeping in… 

He pictures you in nothing but that top that doesn’t fit right and a pair of panties hidden under his sheets. He pictures you in the epitome of the crossroads between sex and comfort, and it nearly destroys him.

He opens his eyes and peers downward, looking at his debauchery for himself- looking for a way to ground himself now that he’s recognized just how thin his failing resolve is. The tip of his cock is flushed an angry red color as it stands erect between his legs and within his hand. There’s already a trail of precum leaking from the head at a steady rate, making a physical mess of an already messy situation. It’s smeared all over the tops of his fingers and the back of his hand. It mixes easily with his spit. But it’s not what he wants. It's not what he needs. He needs you. He needs the nectar you produce from the space between your thighs. He needs to pretty the sounds that only your voice can make. He needs your body. He needs you. Fuck, he needs you.

But one look at the long claws he has protruding from his fingers, and he’s back to closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, and leaning his body back against his bathroom door once more. 

He fights the urge to back into his room. It’s hard. It’s impossible, even. But he keeps fighting. He keeps jerking himself off alone with a grip that’s too tight and a pace that’s too fast. 

And he does it in the dark. He does it in secret. He does it alone. He does it in his bathroom, where you’re just on the other side of the wall, sleeping peacefully like the little angel you are. But he does it. He keeps biting back his groans of desire. He keeps himself in check. He keeps the monster- the devil inside of him contained. As much as he can. As much as he possibly can. Because he has to. He needs to. 

Because if he sees you? If he gets to you? If he touches you? If he gets to have you?

“A-anzai…? Is that you in there? Are you back from work now…?”

He might not ever let you go.

[maplethistles]

has this been done yet?

[sunflowers-in-graves]

Just finished this anime… why did I watch it not knowing it was like 6 years old!!!! Holy fucking shit this had me in a choke hold, Anzai my guy my mother fucking guy, I think your devil form (vampire form) was the hottest thing ever! Makes me think there’s a possible blood kink hidden deep in my mind 😝 anywho I read up that even if I read the manga I would probably have some questions still…

Why are anime characters so fucking hott 🥵 send help 😂

[smilingangel582]

Hiii one more sweet request from my little sister... im glad she likes my writing... its out secret too hehe.

Lee!sakura strikes again! Perhaps this might be my final windbreaker fic...

Who knows... hehe

Also this fic is based on the sweet adorable fact that Sakura believes every little white lie his friends say and false rumours too.

It's so cute...

Enjoy!

Warning spoilers from the manga after the keel arc.

- Beware of tickles, fluff, and diabetic sweet moments -

Summary: Sakura always believed whatever he heard. It's probably too hilarious that Suo intervenes to mess with him further... using this fact to his advantage.

The rumour...

Suo Hayato has always enjoyed messing with their black and white-haired grade captain. He's so easily flustered, easily angered, and triggered by the most subtle things.

It was in the afternoon, and everyone rested in their classroom after patrolling. Now Anzai, Kurita, Takanashi, and Kakuichi all gathered as well with the usual five. (Sugishita likes to sleep a lot in the back corner, so he's not with them, lol)

"Did you know... that in some towns, those who go out at night they are being followed by spirits who hold grudges against you...?"

It all started with Suo's little rumours and lies to mess with people.

Tsugeura whimpered, cowering behind Kiryuu "Suo come on... ya know, I hate ghosts!"

Nirei sighed comfortingly, "Tsugeura-san ghosts aren't real... dont worry"

Sakura's ears pricked like a cat, suddenly conscious, but not exactly frightened like the muscular guy. He spoke up for the first time since their conversation, "Really?"

Suo turns, slightly surprised but his grin turns to a menacing beam with ulterior motives.

Kiriyu sighed, both sympathetically and amusedly at Sakura's innocence, and shuddering at Suo's plan, which he saw through, "Seriously Sakura-chan... Suo-chan is -"

Suo cuts in just time, wanting to continue his fun as he smiled, feigning innocence, "Indeed... but there are many rumours I know are so true, Sakura-kun"

Nirei gives a sheepish laugh, not wanting to stop Suo's little game as he doesn't want to get on Suo's bad side. The rest of the class seemed amused, holding in their laughter as they ushered about Sakura's curiosity and naivety. They definitely didn't want to stop the fun as they all wanted to mess with Sakura, too.

Sakura folds his arms, somewhat suspicious despite his naiveness, "Are you sure? You messed with me a lot, and it's hard to take you seriously..."

Suo Shakes his head, eyes darkening now, "Tsk tsk tsk Sakura-kun, thats what the slime monster want you to think..."

Sakura stiffened, completely forgotten about his suspicions as he leaned in to hear more, his elbows on his knees which rest between his thighs, "The what?"

Anzai grinned, joining in on the fun, not wanting to create suspicion on Sakura, "Right! I heard every night the slime monster would often creep up behind you and follow wherever you go ...controlling you!"

Sakura stared like a cat caught in the sight of a fish tank, as if watching the beautiful fish start swimming, entrancing him, "Slime monster... its real?

Tsugeura clinging to Kiryu whined, "Not a ghost, right? please tell me it's not a ghost!"

Nirei uneasily pointed out, "Monsters are tangible, but ghosts aren't so no... this isn't about ghosts,"

The orange haired guy relaxes now.

Sakura looked at Anzai, and then at Suo, two people believed in this so-called rumour. He couldn't believe anything like that could actually exist. He just scoffed, crossing a leg over his knee as he rested back on his chair, "Well, ya have any proof?"

Suo and Anzai exchanged proud glances, nodding to each other.

Got him.

This time, Takanashi wanted in on the fun. He snapped his fingers, now getting behind Sakura, "Yes, that rumour is popular... the slime monster used to target freshmen every year... last year Enomoto-senpai was a victim..."

Sakura widened his eyes. Even Takanashi said this rumour was true. Is it true?

"Enomoto-senpai was acting weird! He started to do weird things... like..." he dragged on now, sitting next to him, seeing that they already hooked the cat in this false story.

"Sakura-kun," Suo smirked, making Sakura look back at him with disturbed mismatched eyes. Suo sits in front of him, leaning forward while Anzai settled next to him. The opposite of where Takanashi was. Suo continues, patting his dangling ankle, "I heard noises at my house yesterday..."

"Y-you did?" Sakura's on edge as he spoke, but not entirely frightened like Tsugeura. He's just like a cautious cat, his body stiff and alert. As if he's fully in on the story... he believing them.

Suo patted his knee, assuring him, but he had other plans. His hand had been on his leg for a while, too, unbeknownst to Sakura. Anzai and Takanashi smirked as they were on either side of him, preparing to pounce on him.

"The slime monster isn't just a story... I feel like he's sometimes taking control of my body..." Takanashi speaks, blowing on his ear. A note Nirei writes now as Sakura squirms and flinched at it.

Sensitive ears...

"And mine..." Anzai groaned, feigning a sudden swaying motion to indicate being possessed. Grabbing his head in his clenched fingers, like a madman.

Kiryu and Nirei sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for the guy who's being tricked. Tsugeura seemed to have caught on as well on what was going on as he watched the scene unfold with interest.

With that, Anzai grabbed his arm from the right side, hooking his arm under his while his hand held his wrist in place. Takanashi grabbed him from the left side, doing the same. Surprising Sakura, who had been too engrossed in the story, he wasn't wasn't struggling due to the concern, "H-hey... what's going on -eh!"

His ankle...

Suo grabbed his ankle promptly, his face lowered, trying to hide his amusement but speaking in a ghostly tone, slowly taking his shoe off, "Sakura-kun... the slime monster has one desire... and we have to fulfil it..."

"O-oi! What the hell?" Sakura struggled a bit now, confused and excited, like a cautious cat. But Kakuichi also joined to hold him down as well by the waist, "I'm possessed.... oh boo... I can't control it..."

That's so obvious, Nirei and Kiryu thought.

He sounds fake and obvious, but Sakura still believed him. Kiryu, despite the drama, is taking a video of this scenario, inwardly intrigued.

"The slime monster wants... wants... he wants..." Suo swiftly began to wiggle his fingers, his dramatic tone further creating anxiety for Sakura. "To tickle ya to death!"

Launching a light tickle attack on his socked foot. Sakura jerked, bewildered by the unexpected action, "Gah! Hey hey hey knock it off! Ahah!"

Everyone thought gladly, so the tough Sakura Haruka is super ticklish...

Despite his struggles, Suo holds his ankle firmly with one hand, while the other hand scribbled over his arch, making his foot jolt and scrunch.

Anzai laughs at his ear now as he still keeps Sakura's arm restrained, unable to play along, "Oh god, this is hilarious..."

Takanashi chuckles and breaks his character too, still keeping Sakura in a firm hold as he's taller and stronger, "Sakura actually believed all that? I thought Suo was exaggerating when he said our grade captain believes anything we say... but hot damn he does..."

Suo giggles happily, now removing the sock. He used a finger to slide up his sole, "Hmmm, Sakura-kun is also exceptionally ticklish... isn't he?" Sakura squeal at thar soft tickling touch unable to resist the urge to break into giggles.

Kiryu laughs, "Sakura-chan... I didn't expect that"

"Shuhut thehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!"

Sakura giggles and writhes despite their words, trying to use his other foot to kick him but messes up when Kakuichi tickles his ribs, causing him to miss and squirm to the other side, "No way Sakura-kun... we won't let you get away with defying the slime monster! Hahaa take that! Dont anger him furhter!" He couldn't even hide the laugh within his words.

"I'M NOHOHOT FAHAHALLING FOHOHOHOR T-THAT!" He snaps now, making them laugh fondly.

Sakura squeaks and breaks into angry laughter high in range than his usual voice. It almost melted Sugishita's heart, who have been watching from afar. He Scoff, looking away to hide his amusement.

"Dahahahamn ihihit yohohohohou lihihihihied? Ahahagahain? Shihihihitheheheads!" Sakura slips an arm from Anzai's grip to protect his midriff from the mushroom head, but Suo's teasing and touches just drove him mad and giggly at every tickle.

"Oho Sakura-kun" Suo laughed as well, airy and light, nwo sneaking his fingers under the toes, "Yohou are so cute when you actually thought a slime monster existed in Makochi..."

"Yeah!" Takanashi laughed, "His face was so concentrated like a child..."

Anzai said, who had a little difficulty holding Sakura, "Right? I bet we can make more stories like these... he always believes everything we say"

"Ehehe! N-noOHo, I don't! ShuhuUhut up! Stop thiIHIHIHis!" He arched his back.

"Mmm nope" they all said in unison.

Sakura blushed through his growling laughter and giggled, "Bahahahastards! Ahahaha lehehehet gohohoho!" He tried to push Kakuichi away from his fingers, aiming for his sensitive stomach, but Takanashi blows on his ear, making him squeak and lift a shoulder to protect his other side, "NOOOHOO!" When he pushes one person the other attacks the spot he opens unintentionally. Ugh! His classmates are definitely top class in the field of teamwork.

Suo smirks, "Sakura-kun, careful... even if there's no slime monster, there might be a gang who might sneak up on you and tickle you to pieces..."

"STOHOP! AHA SHIT!" Sakura slipped from the chair to the ground, hitting his back now, and luckily, that caused them to pause their tickling.

Anzai and Kakuichi burst into laughter while Takanashi gladly saved his head from hitting the ground, he said with a brief laugh, but half concerned as well, "oho my god are you alright?"

Sakura groaned, residual giggles still slipping as he get up on his elbows, "Y-yeheah, ow... ugh"

Suo offers a hand to help him up the chair, sure Nirei being the exaggerated one came over to look over for Sakura, "Eh... Sakura-san are you alright?"

"Ugh, it takes more than that to break me..." Sakura snapped, face pink like the cherry blossoms, his bright eyes now looking away in flustered sentiment.

Suo grins now, looking down at the casually seated Sakura, "But it takes a simple tickle to get you to lose face?"

Sakura blushed and aggressively snapped at him, attempting to punch the guy, "S-Shut up! I was caught off guard! It's not like I'm weak to it!"

A poke to his sides made him jolt almost a foot up from his seat, Anzai snickered menacingly, "Uh oh... our tsundere grade captain's got a weakness... and it's an adorable one"

Sputtering in embarassment, Sakura cracks with anger, "Y-you punk!"

Lifting an arm to punch, which earned a poke from Suo this time, right under his arm but it didn't stop there.

"Sakura-kun... whenever you try to pick a fight with us... we'll use this to stop you, simple, " Suo proudly said, showing a gun symbol with his hand folded into a pointer.

Sakura uneasily stared, growling and folding his arms, careful not to expose himself, "T-thats not fair... you assholes making fun of me, lying to me... a-and tick... t-ti doing that...!"

Kiryu finally joins the teasing with a coo, "Awww he can't even say the word how cute!"

"STOP RECORDING! N-NO NO GIVE IT TO ME!" Sakura struggles to reach Kiryu as he just now seen him being recorded.

"Hehe guys how about round two? Tsugeura cracked his knuckles now grinning like a child, "The slime monster in me is desperate to tickle him!"

The class watched in hilarity at how their grade captain kept getting teased and mocked. But they still know that they aren't no match for Sakura's power and influence. They respect him despite all the fun and taunts.

Suo knew Sakura would be the perfect grade captain. Someone who will protect them and share all their burdens with them.

Fun and all true... but the second years might come and punish them for the loud ruckus any time soon...

[teal-moonlight]

Anzai Yuuki & Taira Tsukasa - Devil’s Line

[wenumsmol]

Yuuki Anzai - Devils Line

How did I dooo?