A Little Maintenance Day | Endo Yamato
All of my Endo Yamato content are based from the first one shot I have for him. But, this can be read as a standalone one shot if you don't want to read the previous one I had. It's fine. You'll still understand what's happening in this because these are all random inconsecutive one shots I just wanted to write for Endo. A Bad Penny Always Turns Up | Endo Yamato
Characters: Endo Yamato x short!fem!reader
Summary: Agreeing to Endo's generous offers came with upsides you didn't expect to come along. He overindulges—-going overboard for stuff he knew you'd want and like. All of his fawning left you tolerating his behavior. Wanting to further understand the idiosyncrasies that lives inside him—-not knowing you were subtly enabling every bit of him that your heart has unwittingly been trying to yield for. Hence, having your hair dyed with the color of Endo Yamato's eyes and being candid about what color you wanted had Endo enraptured and fueled with mania.
A/N: This one-shot got me giggling so hard—-like, me too, Endo? please? 😭There will be a second part to this one-shot since I cut it off before...violence even got the chance to jump in. Hehe. Endo just makes me go crazy on this one shot! HEEHEE
Warnings: Fluff! A subtle mention of Umemiya but Endo's not really actually saying his name out loud? You prefer comfortable, street-wear, boyish outfits in this. Mentioning how you're hypervigilant of wearing cute, skimpy outfits to avoid the male-gaze. (Modesty Policing) Gushing, blushing—-flustered Endo. Endo has lots of love to give. So, his infatuation/like/interest he has for Takiishi and Sakura will not be pushed aside in this fic/collection of one shots. He spoils you a lot (just like how you deserve! 😩) Blabber mouth, Endo. Riding Endo's motorcycle—-Endo basically trying to shoot his shot, charming you with that irresistible charisma he got. 😫
Your nickname will be fun-size and tiny-san in this collection of one shots. I really don't like using Y/N in my stories. Hehe.
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Disclaimer: Please do not repost this on any other media sites. I only have Wattpad and Tumblr for all of my fics. Credits to decomposedmaw for the cutesy divider! English isn't my mother tongue, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
Endo Yamato was making you go crazy.
He has been anything but an outrageous scumbag—-to you, perhaps. Overwhelming, sure. Never overlapping boundaries that he knows you would hate him for—-touch-wise, that is. Though, he'd always stepped forward when he wanted to make clear of his presence. You were having a gut-feeling that he only has this side towards you; towards the people whom he catches interest in and has...an entirely different one for others.
One you haven't seen yet.
Best believe, you were thinking that he was a crackpot on the inside. All those talk with Lizzy that night traverses towards those facts she had for Endo.
This man wasn't considered a dangerous figure if it weren't true. Lizzy wasn't born to be a liar, or so you hoped for her to be one instead. Since, you were...already entrapped in this nest that Endo has wrapped you in. A complicated—-absurd one, to say the least.
Endo walked alongside. His patience never wearing thin—-acting like he was appreciating every second of time with you—-you were both strolling inside a high-end mall that made you look lost, like you weren't fit to be there. While he, indeed looked like he deserved to be. Just by the choice of perfume he always used, how he was dressed and how he brought himself.
The definite amount of space between you was just enough for your hands to not touch each other. It was impossible not to be wary of it. Especially when Endo's peruses were tangible to be felt, he was not even trying to be at least a little bit subtle about it.
This guy was making it clear that he was looking at you with those sharp eyes of his and it was definitely keeping you on your toes.
"You definitely know what you like, Fun-size." Endo stated as a matter of fact. The corner of his lips twitching upward before continuing, "—-You're on the same style wavelength with what Takiishi and I share together—-," he rasped, thinking out loud. Watching you from his side as you tried your best to avoid those eyes, feeling your stomach do somersaults from how he was making you aware of it.
"—-But, not quite there. It's mostly just relaxed, streetwear-heavy, and kinda' boyish."
He was probably trying to read you like a book; to read those expressions and be used to how you acted and react on things you like or dislike which was why his gazes felt...heavy. Calculating. Glimmering, even.
Endo has never made you feel that your choices were wrong. He never told you what was wrong or what was right for you. Even though, he was certainly the financer for all of these—-Snake eyes never pushed you to get what he wanted for you.
He definitely made it clear that you had the last word for this; that you were the boss. You were definitely getting what you liked and wanted and it was just adding more guilt to that growing compunction that has never been there before.
"I'm all about comfort. Skirts aren't really my thing, and I've never really cared for dresses either—-unless, I'm in a weirdly specific mood." you've randomly stated a fact about yourself, seeming like he was indeed---entertained or interested over a topic whenever it revolved around Takiishi Chika or Sakura Haruka and surprisingly---yourself too.
It was weird.
He'd given you a beam that reached his eyes, in thorough fathom as he nodded and noted that fact inside his head, "Oh, yeah! I can totally see that!”
Nevertheless, you can't help but sigh as you continued to languidly stroll beside him. Your nose scrunching from the frustrating consequences of wearing skimpy fits outside---those types of outfits that you find cute occasionally, but somehow really reluctant to wear whenever you stepped out, "Besides, I don't want men looking underneath my skirt or dress when I wear one," your mouth pursed further. Eyebrows cinched tight at the annoying thought that you needed to take into account from who or what holds you back from wearing cute fits—-your words being spat out, "You know how gross those filthy pigs act when they see a woman showing skin. Their minds go straight to the gutter and it's deeply frustrating."
Filthy Pigs. Just by hearing that alone, Endo knew who you were referring to. It was obvious. Hence, he couldn't help but feel his smile drop at the mention of even thinking about other's salacious urges You could feel Endo's sharp eyes out of the corner of your eyes, "Huh?" he'd gruffly responded lowly, "Man, those assholes are the reason why its stopping you from wearing them? really?" did you hear him click his tongue? you have no idea but it was as if he'd also given an eye roll at the mere mention of that. Those words he said sounded like a threat—-no, it was a threat especially hearing what he has to say next.
"Why worry about those douchebags?" Endo continued with his raspy, hoarse threats that vibrated beneath his chest. His seafoam eyes never leaving you for a second, "Ya' know, If they talk crazy when I'm around, they're getting handled and ripped apart on sight." pause. You've heard him chuckle, the smug demeanor that came with his hints stirred something warm and comfy in the pit of your stomach as if you felt safer with him around.
Hence, you could feel that was the vibe he was really going for—-adding another heads-up with a wide slip of his fangs out. The way his words sounded like a downplay of a massive threat—-treating it like a simple visit to the park meant that he found the idea interesting and thrilling—-as if it's a filler to pass time.
You also had a feeling he wasn't joking around with all that talk.
"So, If those frickin' bastards push it, I'll get to have some fun. Total win-win for me!" Endo snickered, his fangs on show as if you can mentally hear him say 'heehee!'. "—-You should let them push their luck. I could use the entertainment anyway!"
It was a wrong move in your standpoint. You shouldn't have glanced at him when he was...smiling so broad and loud while saying those words confidently.
You couldn't help but think that Endo was...strangely cute and a lot more charming than ever before.
Your palms turned sweaty because of the vision. It didn't help that he was making you feel...protected at the same time. Damn him.
You've given him an awkward side-glare—-trying to change the topic to keep your nerves calm when you suddenly remembered the moment where you had to try and pull him out of Chanel—-keyword, tried. There was no use pulling an assertive, 81kg, strong guy who wanted to make clear that you wanted that. Needed that. When you had only looked at the footwear for more than five seconds and mindlessly said out loud that it was pretty. Sure, it was really pretty to look at.
But, for daily usage?
You were not lady-like to be using it all the time, which is why you tried to shed light on that idea and expressed that he would be wasting money for it.
Yet, he pushed you inside the store with his tatted hands on your shoulders, ushering you in.
"Well—-! O-okay—-! But, Chanel heels? Those are crazy expensive! I've seen the price-tag! You shouldn't have spent that much on me, Yamato!"
"Like hell it was!" He was obviously lying. Endo blinked, his fangs casually slipping out as he talked with a bright beam to his face, "Also, it's because I know you like it!"
You couldn't help but scowl a little. Audibly hearing the paper bags brush against each other—-this guy wasn't even letting you hold your own bags. It was certainly baffling you to the fullest at how he was making you feel like you had him on a leash. Bound or tethered.
Endo never looked like a guy who would allow anyone to use him like this in your perspective—-but somehow only to those people he would allow to; only specific ones. It was thoroughly a conflicting standpoint just by his personality and outer, tough persona and appearance alone.
He was an oddball in his own way. "It just caught my attention! You didn't even bother to ask if I'm used to wearing heels!"
"Oh." Endo's smile fell a that, a small frown drawn in his sharp features. This made it simple to say that he really took your words into account, "You aren't?"
He'd given a shrug of his broad, brawny shoulders that was garbed in a neat, sable, leather, motorcycle jacket that hid most of his tattoos aside from that infinity tattoo on his neck that thoroughly peeked out above the collar of his clothing.
"You still like it, though. Might see you in it someday, who knows?" Endo has given you a cheeky smirk, "Hey, don't sweat it. I already told you..." he gruffly droned, "...I'll get you stuff you'd like. That's the deal, Fun-size."
There was no point in arguing with him. It was always 'because you like it,' 'I'll get you more if you want' and those other words where he could simply just say 'I'm showering you with gifts you like, so just please accept it' because he knew himself that; knew that once you smile at a certain thing—-you were actually eyeing it. Big time. But, you just never tell it to him out loud.
"Alright, fine." A defeated sigh went straight past your lips and it made him grin triumphantly, "But, could you pleaseeeee drive a little slower?" you've suddenly blurted out, scratching your cheek a little. Emphasizing the word 'please'. All your nerves bundled in your stomach, feeling like it was being bunched up together from the abrupt change of topic because you've remembered how you acted a while back when you'd ride his motorcycle.
It kept you flustered as hell. Blushing. Cautious. Giddy. Your clumsy, fidgety fingers grabbing people...where it shouldn't have. "I didn't even know where to hold back there..."
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"Eh?"
You were dumbfounded. Star-struck? by seeing Endo leaning over his two-seater motorcycle that you had only seen today. This one was entirely different from the one he used previously that night.
His messy, navy-blue, ear length hair danced easily with the breeze. His symbolic infinity neck-tattoo on show but the others kept hidden beneath what he was garbed in. Endo wore a tight, sable, motorcycle jacket, black jeans and black boots that were probably—-all-in-all, good quality. Compared to yours that felt like you just had to grab onto your washed out dirty white sweatpants and sweatshirt like you were just out for a stroll on the sidewalk.
He...was certainly—-no, definitely easy on the eyes. Too much that you forgot to breath for a second there.
The way you dressed was a total contrast to what kind of apartment he have rented or bought—-no, that was not the case. The problem was that, he chose a luxurious, high-rise apartment which had you all appalled when you expected it to be a little...more subtle and more on the mid side.
At least, that's what you wanted it to be.
Just who the hell is he? how could he afford...these stuff? was it from that woman written on those cards he owned? did he have other jobs as well? that paid him so much to afford this? mostly shady ones? or was he just born...rich? was all you can think about when you had no other words to tell him that day he brought you to your new apartment. You were totally speechless and he still acted like it was no problem at all—-being bombarded by his cheeky smiles he has always been giving you.
Two motorcycle helmets were laid over his motor seat while he was typing out whoever he's texting to. But, from the moment he heard you open that entrance door, he slipped his phone inside his pockets and intendedly avoided to hold onto it anymore. Never bothering to check it again despite the quick pings coming from his phone.
Snake eyes was quick to smile from ear to ear. Though, you were certain he had raked your outfit from head to foot and just kept himself silenced. Probably, biting down his tongue to say anything that would anger you---or you just imagined and wanted to think that way.
Because he just looked...completely contented, happy to be there. Thrilled to be waiting.
You couldn't ignore the pinkish hue that was beginning to give color to the apple of his cheeks.
Huh? It was probably because of the heat since it took you half an hour to rush and get ready since this guy called when he was already at your new apartment and you promised you would be quick so you told him to just wait for you outside.
Endo began to yap, "So, tell me what you need! What clothes do you actually like?! Because based on your preferences—-and my own observations—-you look like you love loose, oversized clothes that just sit effortlessly over your body!"
All his babbling were cut-off from the moment you opened your mouth, looking like you were worried about something. "I thought you had..." one that has a passenger transport.
"Ahh," He understood despite not having to finish your own sentence, "That's where Takiishi rides."
'And you're not Takiishi' felt like those added words were supposed to be in that sentence but you never heard him say it at all.
Where will I ride then? that tiny voice inside your head asked, standing before him awkwardly, both of your arms on either side, staring at that damned motorcycle he had.
"You're riding with me, obviously. Where else are you gonna go?" did you say that out loud? Endo seemed like he had no problem with that. He wouldn't have brought this motorcycle with him if he didn't want you to ride with him, right?
Seafoam eyes met yours. Though, you were certainly staring straight right at that white helmet that appeared brand new. He had calmly observed your worried reactions, tilting his head a little to see you better. Never catching onto that casual, small smile he wore and grabbed onto the white helmet, reaching it out for you to take.
"We can't have your head splatting everywhere." this guy has teasingly advised with a smirk, "Ya' know you need to wear this along the way, right?" he'd acknowledged and even unclipped the buckle for you, watching you take it with a skeptical glint in your eyes. Hesitant to even ride with him.
"Hey, ya' want me to do it for you instead?" Endo was quick to catch on to your skepticism and probably thought you just didn't know how to wear it in the first place. It was probably his instincts or a default way of thinking on acting upon his own impulse that revolved over his piqued interest towards people that truly...catches his eye.
"Guess ya gotta' stick closer to me then, Fun-size. Come ere'. Lean in." his voice rasped, catching onto that low, fading chuckle that came with it. You couldn't breath.
With the helmet now resting on his large hands, Endo guided the helmet in one swift motion, his tattooed fingers hang mid-air, seeming to cease—-appearing to be like he was reaching out—-about to tuck a strand of hair behind your ears because it was about to get caught in the helmet.
He ceased to do so---never knowing how you'll react to his...touches. As if it was on instinct, immediately thinking you might react negatively towards it.
You've noticed that. Saw how his fingers stopped before he can even touch which has kept you distracted from how you were previously feeling—-thinking why he was leery for his actions when he could even do more than that.
If other people would assess the whole deal—-or judge whatever relationship or situation you were having with him, blessing you with stuff that you definitely did not deserve—-Endo could have done anything more than just touch you.
And so, you've did the unthinkable.
You yielded to him on pure instinct, your heart outrunning your logic.
"If my hair's in the way...go ahead, Yamato." you've muttered more to yourself, all thumbs trying to tuck your own hair behind your ears, leaving some untucked. Your knees feeling weak as you've stepped closer to him.
"...I won't mind if you touch me. Just do it."
Your line in sight laid on his garbed chest, intentionally avoiding those heavy gazes he was giving. The heat of the sun certainly doing tenfold as it traveled to your cheeks. Thoroughly missing the opportunity to see Endo's shocked face, breaking all of his composure---eventually turning flustered and thrilled to even comprehend what he heard.
"Heh." he'd gruffly chuckled beneath his breath. Hoarse and thoroughly pleased over hearing an demand he never expected. "Alright! Let's get you sorted then."
He did. Endo didn't waste time and stepped more into your personal space, instantly getting hit by that aromatic high-end perfume he wore all the time. His calloused fingers undeniably resolute and light as it brushed against your eyebrow, tucking more of that fallen string of hair that fell on your face, seeing how long his fingers were from your peripheral vision.
Everything just felt...so sensible all of a sudden.
Endo even had to brush off the ones that fell over your neck, momentarily grazing a little bit on your skin which has given you goosebumps as he swept them off to the back with ease.
You held your breath, catching his expressions from beneath your eyelashes, seeing that this guy looked...grateful and hooked to even be doing such a simple gesture.
That look in his eyes. You couldn't explain. It was the first time you've seen someone be so...excited? flustered? over such when it was even just plain-vanilla.
He was acting as if this was...really significant to him.
"You better hold on tight." he clasped the buckle underneath your chin for you. His whole attention definitely being given, never wasting a single drop of it—-like he was there to offer it to you wholeheartedly, not even expecting anything in return.
This guy...was truly something else.
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"Okay!" he'd grin, looking utterly comely, lifting an A-okay sign with his tattooed fingers. Immediately agreeing without a doubt. Following your instructions and never arguing. "Just because it's you who said it, fun-size."
You've squinted your eyes back at him, dubious at the quick agreement when he certainly wasn't listening previously. "I've been telling you to slow down earlier! You never listened to me!"
"You were? I couldn't hear you back there!"
"Or were you just doing it on purpose?!" you've given him another glare in which he just responded with a cheeky smile. The memory of how you were trying to grip onto the back seat of his motorcycle—-and ending up holding onto the sides of his slim waist like your life depended on it came crashing down on you again, making you stutter a little, "b-because I was trying to hold onto you—-I was grabbing onto you so tight—-!"
Endo was quick to reassure, shaking his head with the most brightest smile he could offer, bringing both of his palms up. Though, you doubt that smile of his had no other intentions when he added more to his sentences. "I really don't mind you grabbing me! Not at all!" he chuckled aloud.
This one seeming to be used for charming the ladies, "You might as well just wrap your arms around my waist while I drive us home, right?!" he'd announce, sounding too happy for his own good, "I'll really never complain about it at all!"
Well, he knew how to talk; knew his ways. That's for sure because you could feel your face grow hotter from that.
"Damn smooth." you've mumbled towards his answer. Your fingers reaching out to the tips of your unruly, regrown roots. "Well, the wind messed up my hair. Dang it."
"Speaking of hair..." Endo started, taking a glance over your hair as you focused on it. He'd stop you from walking further, his warm touch against your skin, wrapped around your wrist. Slowly taking to account that you were fine with him holding you in some parts especially after what happened before and during the ride.
"Do you want to have your hair colored too?" he'd casually suggested, imploring a little on the subject as if he actually wanted to know more about the discussion. "Do you also like dyeing your hair?" an eager pause. "---you seem like you had it bleached before. Do ya' want it fixed?"
"What color do you want?" he began talking again, never even giving you the chance to answer as if he had his own single thought in one thread that he wanted to immediately tell. "---Calico, Mushroom Brown, Pumpkin Mocha, Sarcoline, Milk Tea—-?" the what color now? "—-So, you're all about blue, black, yellow, white, and violet—-it's so obvious from the clothes you chose! And you're into pastels too, aren't you?! Man, I wonder—-!"
Your mouth turned a little bit ajar from how those words left his mouth. That was really unexpected from him. The colors certainly sounded like it was...out of this world.
"Since when are you an expert in this?!"
Endo instantly smiled, one that made his eyes turn into crescent shapes as he had eagerly shared a fact that makes him go oh-so-excited, "Ahh, I also do this for Takiishi! He likes changing his hair color from time to time. He really likes it." he doesn't even take a breather before he continued again, a lot quicker this time. With no pauses, "But yeah, I mostly do it for him. No professional styling for that guy—-nobody touches his hair except me, obviously."
Takiishi Chika—-Endo surely worships the ground he walks on. This guy was definitely down bad—-infatuated or whatever. You've wanted to state that out loud but you've shut your mouth at that and just understood where ever he was coming from.
You've been swept off your feet. Your heart practically leaping when Yamato had impulsively grabbed onto your wrist. Never realizing that you were both in front of a salon that knew him well enough to be calling him such an honorific that made you stare at him hard over the back of his messy head.
He pulled you in with him, opening the glass doors.
"Oh, Endo-sama! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Endo-sama? this guy was no joke.
You've raked the interior of the said salon. It was clear there were no customers yet aside from one who looked utterly...in the affluent side. Your eyes even met some staff who were looking at you with a smile that reached their eyes. This was probably how they were taught in the job—-to hide the confusion as to why a beggared looking woman was with a high-respected guest.
"Hey, boss! I'm here with someone," Endo have informed the butler looking guy—-or the one who takes in charge of instructing the hairdressers. "This one needs her hair fixed."
You've felt a gentle tug around your wrist. Endo pulled you from behind him, presenting you towards the butler. His fairly, large hands landing on your shoulders, smiling a little too brightly at the man who simply understood just who you were to him without even saying anything more.
Though, he'd given the impression that you...were really different. This was the first time they've seen you and seeing your whole vibe and aura says something was up.
Was it in a good way? or a bad way? they could never tell because Snake eyes looked like there was not even a single thought in his head when he'd firstly introduced you—-knowing you were in good hands whom has also touched someone that Endo probably knew.
"Hm?" the man have spoken up after a second of trying to get a feel of the whole sudden meet-up. But, it was a little bit refreshing to hear you be more friendly and warm rather than the snobbish, elite ladies they were always accustomed with.
"I was dragged into this." you've grumbled with a faux smile, sounding a little sarcastic too, "...and if you ask him, he'll just say because I want it."
You've pointed towards Endo who towered, gesturing a thumb behind you. Never knowing how he looked but you assumed he still had that weird beam drawn on his face.
"Your hair says you sure do need it because it's all dry and—-" The butler started, taking a quick glance at your new roots, frowning in the process as he observed your hair. His words were cut-off when he seemed like he was enkindled by his own flames, breaking forth of that frown he had when he realized who actually stood before him—-catching onto stuff he suddenly remembered that he had quickly smiled to cover up his panic.
He shouldn't be probably complaining over how untreated his customer's hair was.
"—-You seem like you do want it. May I know your name, Miss?" the worker covered up his previous statement, wanting to address you properly.
But, you weren't used to all those type of shenanigans that the elites do. Hence, your mouth ran forth rather than thinking how it sounded, "You can just use my name, honestly. Skip the elite titles—-I'm really not cut out for them—-" you were cut-off with this man's faux smile.
"No, please." he claimed, a shaky huff of breath after that 'please' he added, "—-We sincerely insist."
Hence, you've ended up giving him your name in which he had immediately addressed you properly this time. He made it seem like he was the one who'll be working on your hair—-the guy was probably a senior hairdresser in the salon.
You've let him. He ushered you over to an empty seat.
To your surprise, Endo made it seem like he wasn't taking this opportunity to leave you alone and even had the audacity to sit beside an empty seat beside yours too. Lounging on it comfortably, even spinning it around to face you better like he wanted to know every bit of detail—-everything you wanted for yourself.
He also seemed like he was interested in it too.
The stylist was never bothered by his presence though. It seems like they were already even used to it which was a little bit shocking to your point of view—-or they just chose to look the other way and didn't want to ruffle his feathers.
"Fun-size," Endo raspily chirped, "So, what color do ya' decided on?" he ventured and deliberately asked about it, crossing his leg, tilting his head a little bit as he had his sharp eyes on you.
What color?
In all honesty, you had no idea yet. The stylist patiently waited behind as he stood. Awaiting for further instructions from you or Endo himself.
You've blinked out of your own stupor, taking a second to think of anything. Staring at nothing—-but shockingly zeroing in on...him.
His navy blue hair. Those fangs that slips out whenever he talked, his tattoos that certainly plagued your mind before you slept, wanting to memorize and see the others that hid beneath the clothing he wore around you.
"Ah? what color do I want?" your heart felt tingly, definitely caught up in your own train of thoughts when Endo have blinked back at you, sharp eyes steady and relaxed. Eyebrows subtly raised. His smile faltering a little bit when you've suddenly stood up from your seat.
"Alright! I get it," Endo had a lazy grin when he interjected. Those seafoam eyes deciphering that he understood what you wanted and acknowledged it. He hovered forward for a little bit, his tattooed hand flicked to his side as he offered a slow nod, "You don't like to get your hair fixed?"
He'd taken a quick pause, immediately retreating over the idea that you liked his offer, already about to jump out of his own seat, "Or do you want a better stylist? we gotta' go then! I'll go get you a bunch of other stuff instead! Just say the word and I'll—-!"
Out of the blue, you grabbed onto the arm rests of that seat he was in, twirling him better towards you, cutting his words off. Your actions definitely catching Endo off-guard, thoroughly catching him stupefied for such a bold gesture to what you wanted.
Those sharp eyes were definitely blinking back, in saucers and probably questioning what was wrong.
"N-No! No, wait a sec!" you've firmly answered to his previous yaps and decisions for you. The growing confidence building up something you never thought you could even do.
"I want to see—-Let me see. No—-! I need to see it clearly." you've tilted your head to the side, thoroughly having a better look of Endo's face. Properly seeing his hair in that position and level you were in.
"Hm? Need to see what clearly?" Endo lowly rasped, heavily staring back. His tones entirely conversational and also genuinely wanting to know the answer to that. He met your gaze head-on, holding your eyes captive. The nigh proximity keeping you breathless.
Does he not have his hair permed? it didn't seem like it when you were staring at him this close.
The hairdresser held his tongue as you both conversed. Your heart was racing. The sheer intensity of what Endo was giving sent a sudden, traitorous wave of heat that rushed up your neck and cheeks. What the fuck were you doing? you could hear your heart ringing in your ears, making this all difficult to even do. Why were you even doing this in the first place especially when you know this guy doesn't shrink away to stuff like this?
You've hastily cleared your throat, smoothing over the initial stutter, "L-Let me take a good look at you, Yamato."
Just like a moth to a flame, with trembling fingers and a racing heart, you've held your breath and even gently swiped those loose hair that fell over his forehead and eyebrows, trying to get a better look of his sharp eyes. The tips of your fingers leniently grazing over his skin like a feather.
Those sharp eyes were indeed—-tantalizing. Dangerously pretty. Hauntingly beautiful.
His expressions were baffled. Neutral? or just utterly confused as to...why you were doing that. Yet, he never tried to steer clear of the attention you were giving, not that he wanted to anyways.
There was no chance he would avoid this opportunity. Never.
"Hwuh? Look at...what now—-?" Endo's words gruffly spilled out of him. His next words sounding more of a low, breathless syllable that tore from his throat, "...what the frickin' hell're ya' on?" were the only words you heard from him, a guttural rasp of his silvery, baritone voice. An unfamiliar feeling of benign handling he was—-nor would he ever get used to due to the nature of his routines and life.
Those seafoam eyes heavily locked on you, deeply gazing. Confused. Dumbfounded. Thrilled. Searching what was the reason of acting like this when you never did at all before.
This touch you were giving felt anomalous to him. These warm gestures felt unsettling to a person who was definitely not used to receiving it from the people whom he was thoroughly invested in. The way your fingers leniently skimmed over the tops of his eyebrows had his nerve endings flare to life.
Endo's chest didn't just race; it soared high. There was this breathless thrill that ignited beneath his chest. A giddy, chaotic rush of flurry from being wholly seen—-truly acknowledged by one of the people he adored.
This felt like Takiishi had called his name for the damned first time again—-no, it was different but those visceral feelings ranged from that alone and to say that means this rush held some profundity he could definitely recognize.
"It's...really..." you've mindlessly trailed off. Mouth ajar while being dangerously pulled in by those sharp, poignant eyes. Your own nerves ringing inside your ears—-making it go numb from how you've acted impulsively without even thinking straight.
Perhaps, you can get used to those seafoam, green eyes after all. Even though, it brings you this uncanny, weird feeling—-the more you were spending a day with this guy, the more you realize how there was a vast amount to understand him better.
Not to change him---but to understand his idiosyncrasies as a normal human being would.
The way you looked at him. It felt like Endo was drowning in a slow tide, pulling him under. Drowning in the way you studied him this closely—-this securely. He didn't even have the slightest desire to swim back to shore.
Your abrupt gestures and demanding declarations got him slowly grinning. A sudden rush of color tinting his cheeks. Totally flustered but loving every single second of the sensory overload.
"Okay." you've hastily pulled back and broke contact, leaning away before you could get scathed and even drown yourself in his eyes—-that you know he would surely let you suffocate in, no doubt. Slowly learning about how he liked giving his all—-even leaving nothing for himself.
Endo gruffly huffed out the rest of his excited breath in a sudden, deflated rush. "Hey—-hey, okay what?! Come on, Fun-size! Where'd ya' drift off to?! You can't just tune me out like that! You're missing the best part of the conversation!"
"I know what I want, Ren-san." you've firmly stated towards the hairdresser, sitting on your seat again, trying to ignore how heavy Endo stared and how those cheeks of his flushed heavy under the salon lights. Never knowing what he was thinking right now—-nor do you have any idea what's on his mind even.
"Seafoam. Green." Both men, including the hairdresser were confused by your choice. The unfamiliar color catching the stylist off-guard.
The stylist had gently grabbed onto your hair, locking the length of it. "No, let me be more specific about what I want." you've added and stated, clearing your throat, looking at the mirror in front of you and obviously trying to think Endo wasn't just there beside you—-who was oddly mumbling about stuff you couldn't hear.
"I want you to dye my hair with the color of his eyes." you've pointed towards Endo with a thumb, locking eyes with the stylist and ignoring Endo all through out.
His eyes. It echoed and rung inside your ear like muffled voices being heard beneath water—-while to him, it was a solitary chime ringing in an empty sanctuary.
"Man—-," Endo Yamato muttered beneath his breath, dragging a tattooed hand up his face, starry eyed. His palm lingering over his mouth to mask over the lopsided, thrilled smile tearing through him. His fingers failed to hide the blush coating his cheeks.
"—-Today just keeps getting better and better."
The way Endo's gushing mumbles became more apparent at your raw admission.
His words muffled over his tattooed hand that were covering his mouth—-seeming to be like he was more so, talking to himself right now, hearing stuff from him that were 'Damn it. Frickin' hell! I should have handled it instead,' 'why didn't I even do it myself', 'Aren't I really lucky today?!' and all those gibberish words jumbled as if his thoughts were flying all over the place.
You turned a blind eye to whatever he was saying. Thinking it was either probably about Takiishi or Sakura again since you know he acts that way whenever the topic was all about them.
"Can you do that color, Reiji-san?"
The stylist had a smile on his face. This time, it was warmer. "Duly noted."
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Endo's comely beams were relentless.
Too relentless; unfaltering that you were worried it would tore his lips apart from how he kept his eyes on you or towards...that newly colored hair you had.
"You look really..." you've trailed off, wary to announce it aloud as you were walking side by side with him. It was nearly midnight, with Endo bringing all your paper bags for you again. Already done eating dinner with him either. He have been insufferably attentive towards you—-not that he hasn't been doing it since then but his constant need of serving prickled intense heat to your skin.
It got to the point that him—-plating food for you made your pulse throb when Endo didn't hesitate to spoon the vibrant sauce over your rice, crafting your plate, arranging each slice of meat before handing it over, presenting the meal like a quiet offering with such a charming, bright smile that got your heart fluttering mad.
Funny how a single second of thoughtful gestures had you in a terrifying realization. Something shifted in the way you saw him after that. Those toothy grins, the casual mess of his hair, the fangs that slips through his mouth felt like he had become undeniably twice as handsome and thrice as charming as he did minutes ago.
Goddamn it.
The day was finally closing in to an end, and so you were heading towards the parking lot of this said mall. "...you're too happy today, Yamato. It's creeping me out."
He obviously chose what to hear from you. Hence, Endo acted like he never heard you at all and chose to express his thoughts out loud instead.
"I'll handle your hair next time!" he blurted out loud, demanding this particular service for you to take and accept.
Doesn't he only color Takiishi's hair? why would he even bother doing the same thing for you? "Huh? don't you only do stuff like that for Takiishi?" you've asked, in thorough question.
"Guess I'm just taking over your hair from now on too!" Endo persisted, a lot more sure this time, acting as if he did not want others to do it for you now. You've shrugged that thought off and just had the idea that he probably just likes coloring hairs from time to time. Was it a hobby?
"I already know the color of it anyways." he stated as a matter of fact, sounding certain. "Seafoam green, that's for sure! I already asked Reiji for the exact mixtures, the measurements, all of it! I know exactly what he did to your hair."
Talk about effort. Just for him to do your hair next time. You just nodded to what he wanted, oblivious of seeing his expressions light up even more than it ever could.
"Okay, sure. Whatever floats your boat. I'll let you do what you want." You nodded and consented to his offer, making Endo's beam turn brighter at that. Perhaps, a flush of color blooming across his cheeks when you allowed him to do what he liked. Trusted him to do such.
What ever makes him...sleep better at night then.
His smile fell for a second, curiosity filling his sharp features as he glanced, really anticipating whatever answer you say to this question he had, "But hey, you're not switching up that color anytime soon, right?"
You decided to play a little.
You've hummed, faking innocence in your tone. Momentarily stepping further, starting the theatrics over playing around. "You know, because you mentioned it, now I'm totally thinking about switching it up. Sounds like you want it changed ASAP."
You've nodded to yourself, avoiding those panicked and annoyed look in his eyes. Showy as he ever could, Endo exclaimed loud as ever, his gruff voice echoing in the nearly empty parking lot.
"Switching—-?! Changing?! Oi! That's not what I even meant!"
But, you've left him on the spot, skipping to where you remember he parked his motorcycle. Hearing him call out to you for a lot of times before you've waited a few seconds so he could catch up. He'll be driving you anyways.
With a few more steps, his motorcycle was clearly visible in the eyes now which was just a few meters away left.
You had no idea why, but something felt off tonight.
Endo's presence loomed behind you, knowing he was already there just by simply being present, seeing his silhouette from the sides. You've felt lightweight fingers grabbing onto a portion of the ends of your hair.
Sharp eyes were thoroughly fixated on the newly dyed hair you had. You never saw his cheeks flush from having the act of touching it alone; oblivious of even seeing that besotted look he was giving.
The way its color felt like it melted right on the palm of his hand, giving him such a warm, strong feeling; like this color was meant for him, like this was a silent conformity between you both, an unspoken agreement that he belonged in that exact shade you have chosen.
You've had to tilt your head up to finally be of witness to that cockeyed look he had, with cheeks even turning a bit darker and obvious.
What the hell? Was he blushing?
He caught you off-guard. It made your heart roll over though, not in a bad way. But, in a good way somehow and it gave you this weird feeling that kept your knees feel jiggly just by seeing how titillated Endo seemed to be.
"Yamato! You've got this deeply alarming, manic look on your face right now. It's totally weirding me out! Stop that!" you've exclaimed, in all honesty. Thoroughly surprised to see him with such an expression.
Endo seemed to have a world of his own. This guy..."It's..." he trailed off, finding the right words to try and describe what this overwhelming feeling he was experiencing—-one he could also feel towards Takiishi and Sakura. Confusion. Joy. Rapture. Or whatever.
Was he delicately twisting a strand of your hair?
You've felt him weave a strand between his tattooed fingers. Slowly and gently rolling the texture against his skin as if he was handling something precious.
Endo's sharp eyes locked in on your hair strand, barely blinking. The corners of his mouth tugged relentlessly upward. His gaze glassy as he did, not even hiding the delight behind it.
"...Geez, you're completely killing me with this." he'd let out a low, flustered and breathless chuckle before he continued. The apples of his cheeks burning a happy pink, "It's...just really perfect."
You can't help but hitch a breath from his own hoarse, breathless murmurs and admissions. But, there was no doubt that it made your heart skip a beat, no matter how odd he may sound and act. Your mouth subtly tried to keep itself from smiling over his airy reveries.
Shit. What were you smiling for? were you...happy? he was spouting weird shit for goodness sake.
The heart wished to showcase what it wanted, yet your mind has more control over it tonight. "Perfect my ass," you've bickered back. Your thoughts not even thinking what the mouth started to speak of, "I'm changing it to pure white next."
At the mention of white, Yamato Endo's expression turned from elated to sour. That quick. He'd felt like he had gotten a whiplash.
"EW." it was for him to suddenly spit out his disgust. His honed nose scrunched. Fangs flashing out of his lip as he expressively scowled, your hair abruptly bunched around the spaces of his tattooed fingers as if he could see someone you couldn't.
"Don't ruin my perfect hair now!" at your complaint, he was quick to drop your hair. His grossed out face still not changing though.
"Are ya' trying to copy someone with that all-white crap? Pick something else! It's an eyesore. White and black is a whole damn better than that plain trash!" he further explained, with incomplete contexts that has given you complete confusion.
Huh? what was wrong with the color white?
With gritted teeth, his fangs on show. His sharp features even more detectable by his disgusted face, he explained a little too less for you to know who he was even referring to, "You'll remind me of some gross dumbass."
Remind him of who, now?
Well, Endo looked...cute. A tall, brawny, tattooed man who looked really intimidating while having this dramatic, sickened expression was not in your bucket list until now, "You look so disgusted. Haha!" you couldn't help but laugh at how he was taking all the icks he was feeling at the discussion.
You've resisted the urge to even take a picture of it so it would last longer, reminding yourself over where you are and who you were even with. "So, that's how you look like when you hate someone."
It's so...fetching to stare at. He was fetching to observe and ogle on. That repulsed look he had. You couldn't help but focus on that fangs that kept on slipping, one of his features that...seems to be like it was beginning to grow on you. Those threatening eyes—-though, this seemed like this was a playful, taunting or washed out version of what he can...really give—-looking like he was mentally telling you that the topic was worth to barf on.
"Just remembering he exists is a massive drag."
You've laughed a little lesser this time, nodding back at him. Not wanting to irritate Endo even further, never prodding on the topic anymore despite not knowing who he's even talking about, walking forward again, closer towards his motorcycle, ignoring that irritated glare he probably still had.
Yet, you still taunted him a bit. Enjoying the whole case he had with this guy he thought of. "Okay, okay. Sorry about that. I'll choose a different color then. Hm, how about...Pearl?"
"Sheesh. Pearl? That shit is still white! you've gotta' be kidding me!" Endo loudly exclaimed, that short guffaw sounding entirely sarcastic. His footsteps heavier and echoing from a distance.
You've grabbed onto that white helmet he had for you that was on his motorcycle. Endo definitely has quickly caught up behind, snatching the helmet from you and instinctively unbuckling the lock, probably opting to put it on you even. The click resonating around the parking lot.
A subtle, distinct strike of metal caught your attention. The clang entirely muffled by the distance. Perhaps, it was some empty can being kicked---which landed farther than where you both were.
There were casually clothed men approaching—-no, at least a dozen in one group out of nowhere from afar.
Endo seemed to be too focused on you to even see them from his peripheral vision. "Wait," you've held onto the helmet that he was trying to help you wear. He'd hoarsely responded and initially gave a lazy smirk at first, "Oh? what is it?" it turned into a soft, small smile that you hardly notice because you were staring straight ahead towards the encroachers, "Forgot something, fun-size?"
You've pointed towards the group of unarmed men who leisurely took their time in approaching.
You were sure they had business with you. No, with the guy you're with.
"You...know those thugs, Yamato?" you've trailed off, as if making your voice louder would get them attacking you in an instant despite how far they still were.
It surprised you that these goons had the confidence to even call out for his name.
"Endo! you asshole!" and they were probably in the wrong especially when they began to even talk about Takiishi whom Endo certainly did not play when it involves him. Though, it was not like Chika would bat an eye towards these lowly goons.
"Seems like we caught you in such a wrong time. We don't see the red-head!" another man had shouted from the distance. "That's good though!"
In other words, Takiishi would simply crush them in just a minute and Endo could do too as well. But, it seemed like these thugs wanted Snake eyes rather than him.
"Ahh, these maggots don't really seem important. They're total mood killers." Endo acknowledged the gatecrashers with a faint, lopsided smirk. He'd momentarily set aside the motorcycle helmet he held. Sharp eyes locked on the dozens of men slowly walking your way as he roughly added, taking a heavy step forward and subtly covering you. His next words sounding more like low drones of disappointed grumbles, "—-Ugh. I was totally frickin' enjoying having you all to myself today. Sheesh."
Endo offered them another half-hearted, lopsided smile while he was still talking. Brawny shoulders rolled back as he cracked his knuckles, sharply staring them down from afar, "...and these assholes are just rarin' to go,"
The next part for this one-shot---the violence will be posted soon. I'm still not done with it. Hehe.
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