• Mikey's favorite habit is to put his head on your shoulder or lap and instantly fall asleep, feeling completely safe.
• He constantly asks you to share your food with him to try a piece.
• It's important for him to hold your hand or at least the hem of your clothes when you walk down the street.
Ken Ryuguji "Draken"
• Draken is the kind of person who will silently straighten your scarf, button up your jacket, or rearrange your shoes in the hallway. He shows love through actions, not words.
• When you are in a crowd, he always puts his hand on the back of your head or shoulder, gently guiding and protecting you from collisions with passersby.
• He remembers random little things that you talk about, and a month later he can buy exactly the sweets that you casually mentioned.
Keisuke Baji
• Baji loves it when you comb his long hair or braid it. In these moments, he turns from a "wild beast" into an affectionate cat.
• He often insists that you wear his huge hoodie or gang jacket, just because he likes to see his stuff on you (and smell your scent on them afterwards).
• Baji always shares his food with you, he likes to try new dishes with you.
Chifuyu Matsuno
• He always tells you about the manga he reads and sometimes suggests reading it together.
• He often likes to take pictures of you at the most unexpected moments, and then adds photos to a special folder with your "unsuccessful" or sleeping photos, which he considers the sweetest in the world.
• Chifuyu constantly talks about the future and the past. His habit is to insert into sentences "Do you remember, we wanted to…" or "When we get a cat…".
Ran Haitani
• Ran loves taking care of you. His habit is to comb your hair, wear face masks together, or even give you a light shoulder massage after a hard day.
• He's constantly winking at you or making ambiguous jokes in public to watch you blush. He likes to see your reaction.
• Ran is very tactile. He likes to hug you from behind when you're busy with something, and put his chin on top of your head, interfering with work or cooking.
Rindo Haitani
• Unlike his brother, Rindo seems to be colder, but his habit of grumbling about how lightly you are dressed intersects with concern when he throws his jacket over you.
• He often shares an earpiece with you. His way of saying "I love you" is to make a playlist that reminds him of you.
• When you're alone, he likes to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist, as if he's afraid you'll disappear. He's much more attached to you than he admits.
Hanemiya Kazutora
• After everything that happened to him, Kazutora needs physical confirmation that everything is fine. His habit is to hold your little finger or touch your hand when you're just sitting next to him.
• He often gives you little things that he found or bought on impulse: a beautiful stone, a keychain, or your favorite gum. That's how he shows that he's been thinking about you all day.
• He often asks again: "You're not mad at me?" It may be sad, but his sincere desire to be "good" to you looks very touching. He will try his best to make you happy.
Haruchiyo Sanzu
• Sanzu can spend hours watching you sleep or read. His sweet (and a little scary) habit is to memorize your daily routine down to the second so that he can "accidentally" be there when you need help.
• He rarely takes off his mask in front of others, but with you, his habit is to bury his face in your palms, allowing you to touch his scars. This is his highest mark of trust.
• He often gives you unusual gifts, like an antique ring or an engraved knife, just so you can always protect yourself.
Izana Kurokawa
• Izana can stare at you for a long time in silence while you're busy with something. If you catch him doing this, he won't look away, but just barely smile.
• If you're not around, he'll send short messages like "What are you thinking about?" Basically, he writes to you a lot.
• He has a strange but romantic habit of asking you to dance without music, just in the middle of the room.
cw: NSFW, lingerie, suggestive content, mild sexual touching, teasing, possessive behavior, established relationships, implied intimacy.
The ToMan boys react to you modeling lingerie for them — flustered stares, bold comments, and reactions that range from soft admiration to dangerous temptation…
—You want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?—he asked, arms crossed. You nodded, watching him raise his eyebrows.
—Yes —you saw him make a face.
—No, hell no. For your own good, it’s better if you give your own opinion about them —he turned around and walked out of the room. Just like that.
—Well, your loss —you sang as you headed to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well enough, then he’d be outside waiting even if he had refused.
When you came out, you confirmed it, letting out a small laugh.
Half of his body was inside the room. He had his mouth pressed against the back of his hand against the doorframe, most likely biting it. When he saw you step out of the bathroom wearing the burgundy velvet set, his eyes swept over your body from top to bottom.
—What do you think?—you spun around in place so he could see the full details of the back. Baji tilted his head further to the side, leaning more into the room to take a closer look.
—Shit, why do you do this to me?—the boy let out a huff and began muttering under his breath.
Manjiro Sano
Your boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider. Neither could his mouth.
—How does it look on me? —you adjusted the straps of your panties and gave yourself a slow, complete turn. When you stayed with your back to him for a few seconds, Mikey let out a small squeak to himself, unable to believe how good you looked at that moment.
You stood in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but on your eyes.
—Wait… I didn’t see well, turn around again —you smiled at his audacity and spun around once more in your place so he could get a better look at the set.
—And…?—you asked, looking at him face to face again. By this point Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes moving quickly from top to bottom, completely stunned.
—It’s pretty—that was the only thing he let out, his voice sounding almost painful.
Takashi Mitsuya
—You’re good at these things, so be honest and don’t say it looks nice just because you like me, okay?—Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, completely firm—. great, wait for me right here outside.
—Anyway, I could make you a set myself —Mitsuya murmured to the air— And I’d be more than happy to take your measurements, _______.
You got dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black set fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips; to be honest, it took you a little effort to put it on.
—Mhm… come here —Mitsuya adjusted himself in the chair, shifting his hips slightly and motioned for you with his hand.
Once you stood in front of him, he straightened up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over your hip bones. In that moment, he took the chance to touch the material with his fingers, tracing the edge slightly before pulling his hands away from you.
—It’s very pretty, and it fits you perfectly —he praised, forming a smile—. Though I still say I could make a much better one.
—So that means it’s not that nice?—you tried to tease him a little. Mitsuya let out a few small laughs, narrowing his eyes at the same time.
—I’m telling you it is very pretty—he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him to leave a small kiss on your abdomen.
Ken Ryuguji
—Are you going to model for me?—Draken’s perverted expression appeared in an instant; you rarely saw that look on his face.
—Yup, so sit wherever you like and wait for me —you walked into the bathroom and started changing.
—Alright, I’ll wait here —you heard him say.
You came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. The most surprised one was you; seeing him sitting in the middle of the couch with one arm stretched over the backrest and his heel resting over one of his knees gave you quite the view.
—What’s wrong? —Draken smiled, showing his bright teeth. You cleared your throat and coughed, nervous.
—Do you like it? —you stepped a little closer, somewhat nervous as you noticed his gaze more intense than ever, scanning you.
With his free hand, Draken motioned for you to turn around, moving his index finger in circles. You blinked a couple of times; he looked different in that facet.
You slowly spun in place, and when you were facing Draken again, your nerves grew even more. Without thinking, you brought your hands to your bra, adjusting it even though it hadn’t moved.
—It fits you perfectly—he admitted honestly, looking at your body. A nervous laugh escaped you, and you let out a small squeal when he stood up just to take your hand and pull you toward him.
Kazutora Hanemiya
—Is it my birthday or why such a gift?—you started laughing when you heard him say that. Kazutora was something else.
—I just need your opinion, so sit down if you want and wait here —you gave his chest a light shove and he fell back onto the couch. He didn’t get mad; instead, he slightly spread his legs to settle into the seat.
—God… you looked me in the eyes…—while you were getting dressed in the bathroom, you heard him thanking the heavens. He really was a case.
After putting on the white set, you stepped out of the bathroom and walked a little closer to him, keeping a safe distance.
—And? Is it nice?—you glanced down at the set and then lifted your gaze back to him. Kazutora froze in place.
—Fuck…—he leaned forward while still sitting, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes fixed on the upper fabric with determination before lowering to where the panties with small ruffles rested.
—Do you like it? —you bit your lip nervously when he didn’t say anything.
—You’d better take it off so I can see it better —you blushed completely at his shamelessness.
Souya Kawata
—I don’t think that’s a good idea… I’m terrible when it comes to clothes —the boy clarified right away.
—Shhh… you just have to tell me if it looks good on me or not —you stuck your head out of the bathroom and saw him standing in front of the couch, not doing anything yet— wait for me.
This time you had chosen to buy a pale pink set. It wasn’t your favorite color, but the set was simply majestic.
Completely made of lace. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were adjusting the straps of your bra, so you didn’t see the way Angry lightly slapped his own cheek to focus.
—Wow —Angry let out.
—Do you like it?—you looked at him to see his reaction. Angry fidgeted with his hands, his eyes wandering over every inch of your skin. Without meaning to, he struggled to focus on the set itself.
—It’s… very pretty —he cleared his throat— It suits you really well, the color matches… your skin.
—See? Isn’t it nice?—you squealed excitedly and spun around in place— it has lace in the back too, I loved it.
—Yeah —Angry dropped back onto the couch when he finally saw the lace in the back— _______, please stop spinning around.
Chifuyu Matsuno
—I should be the one embarrassed, not you —you laughed at his behavior. The blond was completely flushed.
—I don’t know why you want me to see them… I’m a guy, I doubt my opinion will help you —Chifuyu tried at all costs to avoid seeing you in lingerie.
—It’ll be quick, I promise —you disappeared into the bathroom to change. You put on the set with very thin panties, all in black.
When you came out of the bathroom, you heard Chifuyu swallow.
—Look! How do I loo—
You stopped when you saw Chifuyu burying his face into a cushion on the couch. The expression on your face deepened when you saw him hitting his face with the cushion.
—Hey… stop hitting yourself —you walked over just to pull the cushion away from his face and place it behind your back. When Chifuyu lifted his gaze to you, he let out a yelp and covered his eyes with both hands—Oh come on, you’re old enough to not act like this.
—I’m still not used to it —he slightly parted his fingers and looked at the set through them.
—Is it nice?—you asked again.
—Yeah —he answered automatically. His eyes slowly roamed over what the set revealed— the color is nice.
—The color isn’t a big deal —you laughed at his reaction— look —you spun around in place so he could see it more fully.
—Holy Mother of God —he muttered in a whisper. When you faced him again, you saw him completely defeated against the back of the couch, this time without covering his face.— by any chance… do you have another set?
Nahoya Kawata
—This time you have to look at me —you told him as you walked into the bathroom.
—I swear I’ll look way too much —he promised, shouting.
You smiled at his enthusiasm and started putting on the dark set you had bought that same day. You tied the straps of the bra behind your neck and, after briefly checking yourself in the mirror, stepped out of the bathroom.
Nahoya let out a whistle.
—That’s my girl! —he stretched his hands out, calling you over to him.
—Is it nice?—you looked at the set with a bit of doubt. Smiley nodded several times. You stepped a little closer and, instead of giving an opinion, he turned you around in place. Once you were facing away from him, he pulled you against himself. You let out a small squeal as you ended up sitting on him without even processing it.
—The fabric is really good —he wrapped one arm around your waist, and his free hand slipped over your bra, cupping one of your breasts in his palm— good texture, the color’s nice, and the size is perfect.
—You’re just taking advantage to grope me—Smiley started laughing at his own shamelessness. He let go of the fabric of the bra and moved his hand behind your neck, undoing the knot.
—I don’t actually like it that much, let’s try another one—you slipped out of his embrace, holding the straps so the bra wouldn’t fall. Then you went back into the bathroom to keep modeling more sets for him.
Seishu Inui
—Are you trying to kill me with a heart attack?—the blond got startled when he heard your request. When you nodded at his question, he began to stutter.— Do I have to see you… myself?
—Yes, wait here —after grabbing a few new sets you had bought that morning, you hurried to the bathroom to try them on.
First, you put on a cute pastel-colored set. It had plenty of lace and gave you a very pretty shape. After looking at yourself in the mirror, slightly doubtful, you stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of him.
Inui tried to look only at your eyes.
—But you have to look at the set —you smiled at the way he reacted.
—It’s not necessary, everything you wear looks amazing on you —his eyes hesitated, wanting to lower his gaze but doubting at the same time.
—But Inui, look at the damn set —you stepped closer to him to put him on the spot and force him to look at the set properly.
Inui lowered his gaze to the pale bra, focusing on every detail before letting it travel down to the panties. He leaned back and fully rested against the back of the bed, covering his face with both hands.
—You’re so fucking pretty —he muttered against his hands, covering his face and eyes.
Takemichi Hanagaki
Takemichi looked at you while scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning red.
—I…—you smiled at his awkwardness.— I…
—It’s better if you don’t say anything and just give your opinion about the set I’m going to show you, okay?—you turned around without waiting for an answer and walked into the bathroom with the lingerie bag in your hand. After putting on a lilac set, you came out with a bright smile on your face, completely excited.
—_______…—Takemichi called your name in a whisper.
—Is it nice?—Takemichi nodded several times, quickly.— Are you sure?
Takemichi couldn’t handle his blush anymore, but he nodded again, not wanting to look at your bare skin. In the end, though, he lost the battle. Your eyes dropped to the exposed skin, and he didn’t even try to hide the way he slapped his own cheeks.
—But…—you stopped when you saw him finally realize that he had to say something.
—You look beautiful, like an angel —you pouted when you heard him and hurried toward him to try to hug him.— oh no no no, no hugs, not now, at least not now.
You were confused at first, but when you looked down at yourself with barely any clothes on, you understood and started laughing softly at him.
Ran Haitani
—I’ll show you some new sets I bought yesterday —you lifted the bag in your hands and looked at Ran.
The one with braids started to form a mischievous smile. After slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked slowly toward you. His index finger hooked onto the edge of the bag as he peeked inside, looking at the different lace sets.
—I like that one —he pointed at a bright red one.
—Alright, I’ll start with that one then —as you turned to head to the bathroom, Ran grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
—Wait, you could put them on right here —you let out a laugh at how perverted that sounded.
—I’m only planning to show you the lingerie, Ran —you walked to the bathroom again, this time successfully. You decided to start with the one he chose, and after putting it on, you opened the door to step out.
Surprise; Ran was waiting for you right outside. He brought his hand to his mouth and whistled enthusiastically.
—Alright, give me a spin —your eyebrows arched.— it’s to look at it properly, relax.
Still standing inside the bathroom, you gave a full turn in place. Ran let out an almost shouted exclamation, whistled again, and his hands tried to touch the fabric on the lower part.
—Okay, okay, let me put on the other one —you pulled away laughing from his attempt to hug you and pull you closer.
—No, no, I’m sticking with that one, I like it —his hands stretched out again and hooked around your torso to pull you toward him.— You can model the others for me one each day, keep this little red one.
You rolled your eyes in amused annoyance. Ran took advantage of having you in his arms to slide his hands down to the lace waistband of your panties, moving it playfully as if he were going to pull it down. Even though he didn’t.
Rindo Haitani
—Are you going to model for me too?—Rindo looked at you over his glasses, one eyebrow slightly raised.
—Mmmm no.—you joked as you stepped into the bathroom. You decided to put on a very pretty white lingerie bodysuit. It had plenty of lace, so you couldn’t wait to see Rindo’s reaction.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, you walked toward him with a smile clearly written across your face. Rindo’s gaze moved from your neck downward with full attention.
—Don’t you want to give me a little dance?—he asked, just in case you dared to. You shook your head, so Rindo straightened up slightly and sat closer to the edge of the couch, looking at you more intensely.
—Is it nice?—you asked this time, turning slightly from side to side so he could see the whole piece.
—Nope.—you made a face instantly.— I’m kidding, pretty.—Rindo started laughing when he saw how quickly your expression changed.
You grabbed a cushion from beside him and hit him in the face for playing that joke. A tug on your wrist made you fall onto Rindo, who burst out laughing at the situation. The nerves appeared instantly.
—You look very beautiful.—he admitted, gently caressing your hips. Rindo spent a long moment staring at the lace on the bust before speaking again.— Are you sure you can’t give me a little dance?
Izana Kurokawa
—And what would that be for?—you put on your best poker face when he asked you.
—What do you mean “what for”? I need your honest opinion.—you disappeared into the bathroom.— and don’t you dare leave.
As if you were Flash, you quickly put on the caramel-colored set. When you stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing you did was notice Izana’s somewhat astonished expression.
—Look, this is one of them.—you walked closer so he could see the small flowers on both parts of the set.— Do you like it?
—Ah.—that was all he said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him reproachfully; getting him to take something seriously was always a case.— Shit, let me focus.
Izana rubbed his eyes and looked at you again. He stretched both hands out and pulled you a little closer to him, still sitting against the couch. His large, rough hands settled on your hips at the level of the garment, touching it softly as if he actually knew what kind of fabric it was.
—Mhm —still holding you, he turned you around, placing you with your back to him.— this one is nice.—his finger hooked into the lace of your panties.
—Just nice?—to be honest, you were expecting more compliments.
—Yeah.—he turned you around again; you let out a small laugh at the way he handled you like a doll.— The bra, hmm.—he tugged your wrist slightly so you’d lean down toward him. His eyes carefully examined the pattern and color of the bra— yeah, the whole set is nice.
A/N: This is a little shitty and short, I’m still trying to get back into the groove of things pls bear with me 💔
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Mikey
- He actually isn’t afraid of spiders, but will scream anyway for fun with you when you spot one.
- Half expects you to do deal with it as he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.
- But then you make him take one of his nasty flip-flops off and squash it. (I just know his flip-flops STINK)
- Unfortunately you almost pass out from the stench. :(
Draken
- Very nonchalant about it. And he does side eye you for screaming over a teensy spider.
- Type of guy to say ‘it’s more scared of you than you are of it’ and it gets you so annoyed.
“Y’know, you’re bigger than it, and that spider’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
“Apply that logic to grenades then as well.”
- Walks away until you make him come back but he refuses to kill it so he grabs a cup and some paper.
- It’s a-okay until he DROPS IT.
- Thinks you’re overreacting when you make him piggyback you Mikey-style any time you enter the kitchen. But he also starts wearing his slippers more often around the house..
Mitsuya
- Well we all know he’s a sweetheart about everything, so he’ll quite happily take it outside for you.
- He’s done this a million times for his younger sisters, he’s not afraid.
- He even goes the extra mile and searches up ways to ward spiders off for you.
- It’s all fun and games until one of those flying spiders happen to come in one day and you’re both freaking out.
- He does NOT fw them.
Baji
- Will laugh at you at first for being scared of a little spider until you start bickering with him over it.
- Rolls his eyes but he squashes it for your sake anyway.
- But he squashes it with his bare foot.
- “Jeez, why are you so dramatic?”
- “Keisuke, that’s actually VILE.”
- He didn’t want to get his slippers dirty so he does it with his foot which he claims is easier to clean..
- Honestly he doesn’t care. Will act like your fear of them annoys him but he actually doesn’t mind it, and he certainly doesn’t mind the affection you give him after. :)
Pah
- Won’t admit it but he’s a little scared of spiders too so he’ll be hesitant.
- You two also start bickering, until you have a good idea.
- Pochi could kill it!
- Unfortunately Pah would rather kill it himself than let his precious Pochi do that :(
- But he does get rid of it and he does expect extra compensation in kisses since you suggested Pochi kill the spider (how could you).
Chifuyu
- Sees this as his chance to shine and have his shoujo manga moment.
- “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll deal with it!”
- Takes this very seriously, and tries to find out what type of spider it is. It was a long and tedious process.
- He captures the spider under a cup and then goes to the library with him to get an encyclopaedia on spiders and how to identify them so he can deal with it ‘in the most efficient way possible for you.’
- By the time he comes back, the spider has somehow escaped.
Ran
- You wake him up from his sleep so he can get the spider for you and he’s not happy.
- He gets YOUR shoe and tries to smack it but it runs off onto the floor and under the sofa/couch.
- “Look, it’s gone.”
- “Ran!”
- “Let’s just both go back to sleep, the spider is gone now, baby.”
- Much to your dismay he goes back to bed and expects you to go back to sleep with him. (It’s 2 pm)
Rindou
- He’s a little iffy about spiders. He doesn’t like their legs or how fast they can move.
- “Why don’t we both kill it?”
- “Rindou, I can’t do that.”
- He sighs as if he’s doing you a massive favour and grabs a bug spray.
- He would squash it but he doesn’t want to clean up the spider blood that smooshes onto the wall.
- Does expect to get free passes to blast music around the house since you usually don’t let him. And a kiss or two (he wants three).
Sanzu
- Looks at you with the most blank face ever when you ask him to kill it.
- You can’t tell but he actually does care a lot about what you’re afraid of and he’s already making a mental note to research ways to ward them off in the future.
- Grabs the spider with his bare hands and starts to rip its legs off.
- “Sanzu, what the fuck.”
- “It’s scaring you, so I’m dealing with it.”
- He genuinely doesn’t see the problem and throws the legless corpse into a random bin outside.
- Thinks he did a very good job.
Izana
- Thinks you’re stupid to be scared of them, they’re minuscule and mostly harmless.
- He used to have a ‘pet’ spider when he was in the orphanage with Kakucho so he doesn’t care that it’s even there in the first place until you say something.
- Kills it with no qualms and tries to hand you the corpse.
- “Izana, I don’t want it! Go throw it away!”
- “It’s a token of my love.”
Kakucho
- He’s so patient with you and has no complaints about killing a spider for you.
- He’ll listen to pretty much anything you say, so he’s the one to kill any other bugs in the house for you.
- So he does it without question and goes back to whatever he was doing, but with his arm slung over your shoulder.
- “If you want me to do anything else, just lemme know.”
- “Kakucho, you are an angel.”
Kazutora
- He is SO confused on why you’re even afraid of something as tiny as a spider. In his mind they’re harmless and they get all the other little bugs like flies, so why wouldn’t you want to leave the spider?
- Like Draken, he doesn’t kill it and grabs a cup and some paper but complains about it the whole time.
- “I don’t even see why you’re scared, it’s nothing.”
- “Stop being mean, ‘tora!”
- Will stop complaining once he sees it’s bothering you and he’s the one giving kisses after.
- “You forgive me yet?”
- “Already did ‘cause you got the spider.”
Shinichiro
- Sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off his manliness and strength.
- He basically begs you to watch him take the spider out.
- “Honeybun, watch me do it!”
- “I’m watching, Shin..”
- Squashes it with a shoe whilst making eye contact with you.
It started slowly, so insignificant that no one even noticed how or rather why he'd skip a few Toman meetings from time to time. His friends were quick to adapt to his absence, knowing how impulsively chaotic he is, they figured he'd probably be up to some kind of mischief– he is Keisuke Baji after all.
However, it became more obvious. Chifuyu found it quite unusual for Baji to go to school early and he was nowhere to be found during lunch break. Not only that but his grades were suddenly getting better.
The founders of Toman noticed his strange shift in behavior as well. Whenever they went out together Mitsuya would catch Baji staring at the flowers displayed outside a particular flower shop a little too long. Draken noticed too how the jewelry shop seemed all too interesting to him.
And one day Kazutora ran into Baji buying chocolates, candies and all the sugary stuff he sweared were too sweet for him. "They're not mine," he said but refused to tell whom he bought them for.
Though he denied it, the others already knew that he was in love. Chifuyu even caught him walking you home while carrying your bag. The sweet snacks he bought in your hand and the flower he'd been eyeing for weeks in your other hand.
A/N: Please don't bash me but writing/reading fics for characters like Darken, Daichi, Nanami feels illegal too me—
✯Mitsuya Takashi*.✧
It starts when you swing by the sewing club to bring Mitsuya lunch. You’re used to his popularity—he’s kind, reliable, and honestly way too pretty for his own good. But today, the moment you walk in, you feel it. The stares.
Three girls are huddled together, whispering and not-so-subtly giving you the side-eye as Mitsuya beams the second he spots you.
“[Name],” he says warmly, wiping his hands on a cloth before coming over to hug you. He takes the lunchbox with an exaggerated sigh of happiness. “My lifesaver. What would I do without you?”
You can hear the whispers now.
“Of course she brought him food.”
“She’s not even that cute…”
“He deserves someone way better.”
It stings—more than you want to admit. You manage a smile for Mitsuya, but your chest feels tight.
He notices instantly. Mitsuya always notices. His lavender eyes flick toward the girls, then back at you, and you can see the irritation flicker beneath his calm exterior. But instead of addressing them directly, he takes your hand.
“Come here,” he says gently, pulling you closer. His arm slips around your waist as he leans down, brushing his lips against your temple—deliberate, soft, intimate.The sewing club goes dead silent.
“You okay?” he murmurs just for you, his voice low enough that only you can hear.You hesitate, then whisper back, “…they don’t like me much.”
Mitsuya pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His expression softens, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t care if they like you. I love you. That’s all that matters.”
Before you can even respond, he kisses you—right there in front of everyone, unhurried and sweet. When he pulls away, he’s grinning, completely unbothered by the daggers being stared into your back.
“They’ll get over it,” he says simply, holding your hand tightly in his. “Because you’re mine, and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” The girls look like they’ve swallowed lemons, but Mitsuya doesn’t even spare them a glance. His whole focus is on you, and the way he squeezes your hand makes the sting fade instantly.
“Now,” he says with his usual cheer, “tell me what you packed me for lunch. I’m starving, babe.” And just like that, with his quiet reassurance and shameless affection, the only thing you feel is warmth.
✯Sano Manjiro*.✧
It’s a sunny afternoon, and somehow you’ve found yourself stuck babysitting the entire Toman founding crew because Mikey insisted you all should “hang out like family.” Which is why you’re now seated in the park, surrounded by chaos.
Mikey is lying across your lap, shamelessly using your thighs as a pillow while eating a taiyaki you bought him. Draken’s scolding him, Baji is already yelling about nothing, Mitsuya is trying to keep the peace, and Kazutora… well, Kazutora looks like he’s about two seconds away from picking a fight with a random pigeon.
“You know…” Draken sighs, watching Mikey happily munch on the sweet, “she’s not your personal chair.” Mikey tilts his head up at you, flashing his most innocent grin. “But she likes when I sit here, don’t you, babe?”
You roll your eyes, but Mikey’s puppy-dog eyes are impossible to resist. “You’re heavy.” “Lies.” He sits up dramatically, pointing at you with the tail of his half-eaten taiyaki. “I’m light as a feather. An angel, even.”
“Angel?” Baji bursts out laughing so hard he nearly drops his snack. “You? More like a gremlin who steals all our food!”
“I’m not a gremlin!” Mikey protests, turning to pout at you. “Tell him, [Name]. Tell him I’m cute.” Kazutora squints. “You are kinda like a gremlin, Mikey…”
“Et tu, Kazutora?” Mikey gasps in fake betrayal, clutching his chest like he’s been stabbed. He slumps against you dramatically. “Wifey, they’re bullying me. Protect me!” You pat his head, biting back a laugh. “Don’t worry, Mikey. You’re my cute little gremlin.”
Mitsuyas lips twitch, trying not to laugh. “Honestly, that’s accurate.” Draken groans, running a hand down his face. “This is what I deal with every damn day.”
Mikey, of course, ignores all of them and nuzzles against your shoulder, eating the rest of his taiyaki like he hasn’t a care in the world. “You’re my favorite, [Name],” he mumbles, his words muffled with pastry. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
And though the boys laugh, though Baji immediately makes gagging noises and yells “Get a room!”, there’s a softness in Mikey’s eyes that makes your heart squeeze.
You kiss the top of his head, and he grins, cheeks puffed with sweet filling. “My cute little gremlin,” you whisper. “Forever your gremlin,” he says proudly—earning a chorus of groans from the entire gang.
☆Kazutora Hanemiya*.✧
You didn’t expect him to show up at your house in the middle of the night. Again.
There’s a soft tap-tap-tap at your window, and when you pull back the curtain, Kazutora’s grinning up at you like a kid caught sneaking candy, his blond-and-black hair messy, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Kazu…” you sigh, opening the window. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Mm… adventure o’clock?” he says innocently, swinging himself inside before you can stop him.
“You’re insane.”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you close the window. “Maybe. But you like me anyway.”
You can’t argue with that, not when he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth.
The next day, you find out just how clingy he can be.
You’re out walking with him when a group of girls pass by, whispering behind their hands. You catch words like “scary” and “why is she with him,” and your chest tightens.
Kazutora, however, hears everything. His smile sharpens. He turns to you, tilts his head, and says loud enough for them to hear:
“Guess what?”
“What?” you ask warily.
“You’re mine.” He cups your face suddenly and kisses you—right there on the sidewalk, unbothered by the stares. His kiss is desperate, lingering, like he’s daring the world to take you from him. When he pulls back, you’re breathless. The girls are gone. Kazutora grins, satisfied.
“You don’t need to listen to anyone else,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “They don’t know me. They don’t know you. But I do. And I’m not letting you go.”
You swat his arm lightly, trying to hide your flushed face. “You could’ve been a little less dramatic, you know.” He smirks. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Later, back at your place, he sprawls on your bed with his head in your lap, staring up at you. For once, his eyes are calm.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had,” he whispers. “I’d break the whole world before I let it take you from me.”
And though his words should sound heavy, the way he says them—soft, vulnerable—makes your heart ache with affection. You kiss his forehead, and he closes his eyes with the most peaceful smile.
✯Hanma Shuji*.✧
You’re leaning against Shuji's bike outside a convenience store, scrolling on your phone and waiting for Hanma to come back out with snacks. He’s taking forever, probably chatting someone’s ear off.
You don’t even notice the two girls a few feet away until you hear them whispering—loud enough to make sure you hear.
“Is she really with Hanma Shuji?”
“She doesn’t look like his type at all…”
“Bet she’s just another phase for him.”
You freeze, stomach twisting. You’d expected some people to talk—Hanma’s reputation isn’t exactly quiet—but it still hits harder than you’d like.
Right then, the door jingles and Hanma saunters out, bag of snacks swinging from his fingers. His tall frame moves like a cat that knows it owns the street. He spots you instantly.
“What’s with the frown, sweetheart?” he drawls, leaning down until his face is level with yours. His mismatched eyes glitter with mischief, but there’s a flicker of concern there too.
“Nothing,” you mutter.
He follows your line of sight, catches the girls whispering, and his smile sharpens into something feral. In two long strides, he’s standing in front of you, looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush against him.
He turns his head just enough so his voice carries. “You ladies enjoying the free show?” he says lightly, but there’s an edge under it—the kind of edge that makes people’s throats go dry.
They immediately look away, mumbling excuses and scurrying off. Hanma chuckles under his breath and turns back to you, ruffling your hair. “People are funny, huh?”
You huff, looking down. “They were saying I’m not your type.”
Hanma tilts his head, grinning, but his eyes soften. “Oh, baby. You’re not my ‘type.’ You’re my favorite.”
You blink at him. “…what?”
He laughs, loud and genuine, then leans in until his forehead presses against yours. “I don’t do types. I do people who make me feel alive. And you? You make me feel more alive than any fight ever has.”
Then, with absolutely zero shame, he kisses you right there in the parking lot—a long, slow, showy kiss that leaves you breathless. He pulls back with a smirk, licking his bottom lip.
“Let ‘em talk,” he says. “You’re with me. That means you’re untouchable.”
He hands you the snack bag, grinning wider now. “Now eat something before I start a fight just to watch you scold me.”
And somehow, with his arm slung over your shoulders and that ridiculous smile aimed only at you, the sting of the whispers melts away. Because with Hanma, you never feel small. You feel like you’re standing in the middle of a storm that’s decided to protect you instead of tear you apart.
✯Baji Keisuke*.✧
The plan was simple: hang out at Baji’s place, watch a movie, maybe cuddle a little. The reality?
“KAZU, STOP EATING ALL THE POPCORN!”
You’re sitting on the couch sandwiched between Baji and Kazutora, who Baji oh-so-kindly invited without asking. The bowl of popcorn you made is already half gone because those two keep fighting over it like children.
“Oi! Don’t call me Kazu in front of [Name]!” Kazutora snaps, grabbing another handful.
“Don’t tell me what to do in my own house!” Baji barks back, practically diving over you to steal the bowl. You squeak as your drink almost tips over, smacking his arm.
“Keisuke! You’re crushing me!”
Immediately, Baji freezes, bowl in hand, and looks down at you with wide eyes. “Ah—shit, sorry, babe!” He carefully shifts back, scratching the back of his neck. His ears are pink.
Kazutora smirks. “Ohhh, Keisuke now, huh?”
“Shut up!” Baji snaps, throwing a kernel at him. You’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “You two are unbelievable.”
Baji pouts at you like a kicked puppy. “He started it!”
“I Did not!” Kazutora protests.
“You Did!”
You shake your head and lean against Baji’s shoulder, smiling. He quiets instantly, like a switch flipped. His arm slips around you, pulling you closer, and for once he doesn’t argue with Kazutora. Instead, he mutters, almost shyly, “Don’t listen to him, okay? You’re my gir. And he’s stupid.”
Kazutora groans. “God, you’re so sappy when she’s around. It’s gross.”
Baji grins wickedly, suddenly energized. “You think this is gross? Watch this.” He turns and plants the loudest, sloppiest kiss on your cheek, making obnoxious smooching noises just to piss Kazu off. You squeal and push at him, laughing. “Baji, stop!”
“Never!” he declares dramatically, peppering your face with kisses now—nose, forehead, jaw, everywhere—while Kazutora makes gagging sounds in the background.
Finally, Baji pulls back, grinning like he just won a fight. “See? She loves it.”
And judging by the way your cheeks burn and your heart races, you can’t even argue with him.
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Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well.
You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will!
Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-….
Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess.
Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever.
“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”
Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say:
“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”
There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.
