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Shinichiro's Girlfriend, Apparently Everyone's Sister

Requested fic by @looha. I had so much fun writing this; I hope you guys will enjoy reading it too.

Warnings: none. It's platonic fic

Shinichiro introduced his girlfriend; Mikey and Emma were surprised. How come such a gorgeous goddess ended up dating their loser brother, Shinichiro?

"Oi Mikey!! What's with that face?" Shinichiro asked, offended, as if he could read Mikey's mind.

Before Mikey could say anything, you smiled and held out the small paper bag. "Shin told me you kids love taiyaki, so I brought some."

Shinichiro immediately groaned. "Gosh, you don't need to—"

Mikey immediately snatched the taiyaki from her hand and started eating it without even saying a word.

Emma smiled and politely took it from you. "Thank you, Y/N-nee!!"

You couldn't help but think how adorable the kids were. Mikey happily ate his taiyaki.

Shinichiro scolded him for not thanking you. "Mikey, manners."

You waved Shinichiro off. "It's fine."

Mikey came over to you and held out the taiyaki.

You looked at him. "What's this?"

"You're nice..."

You smiled softly and took it. "Thank you, Mikey."

Mikey nodded, apparently satisfied, before running back to Emma.

Shinichiro watched him, then looked at you with a tired sigh. "See? Now he's definitely going to expect snacks every time you come over."

You glanced at the half-empty bag in your hand. "Maybe I'll bring some next time."

"Y/N..."

Over time, every time you visited Shinichiro's home, you started bringing extra snacks for his siblings

One day, Shinichiro mentioned that he had to go to Yokohama for some work.

You immediately narrowed your eyes at him. "What kind of work?"

You knew your dumbass boyfriend well enough to know that "work" could mean anything.

Shinichiro shrugged. "Nothing important. I'll be back later."

You stared at him. "Shin-Shin"

"What?"

"Are you actually going for work, or are you sneaking off with your friends again?"

He avoided your eyes.

"You're unbelievable."

"I'll be fine."

"You're probably going to meet your friends and get yourself beaten up again, aren't you?"

Shinichiro looked offended. "Why does everyone always assume the worst about me?"

"Because you keep proving me right."

Shinichiro laughed awkwardly, and you crossed your arms.

After a few minutes of arguing, he finally sighed. "Fine. Come with me."

You smiled triumphantly. "Good...I'm not leaving you alone"

You had expected him to take you somewhere with his friends, but instead, he stopped in front of an orphanage.

You looked at the building, then at him. "Shin... why are we here?"

"I told you I had something to do."

"This doesn't look like work."

Shinichiro laughed awkwardly. "Just come on."

You followed him inside the building. Eventually, he stopped in front of a boy sitting by himself. "Oi, Izana."

The boy looked up.

Shinichiro smiled and gestured toward you. "I want you to meet someone. This is my girlfriend."

You smiled politely. "Hi, Izana. It's nice to meet you."

Izana stared at you for a moment before looking back at Shinichiro.

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

You glanced at Shinichiro. "Wait, you never told me about him."

Shinichiro scratched the back of his head. "I guess I forgot."

You gave him an unimpressed look. "You forgot to mention you have another sibling?"

"It's a long story."

Izana continued to watch you, clearly suspicious of the whole situation. You didn't blame him. You were basically a stranger who had suddenly walked into the orphanage, with Shinichiro introducing you as his girlfriend.

Unlike Mikey and Emma, who had quickly gotten comfortable around you, Izana didn't seem interested in talking.

You sat with Shinichiro for a while, occasionally glancing over at Izana. He mostly kept to himself, answering Shinichiro whenever he spoke but barely acknowledging you.

Before leaving, you noticed you still had some snacks in your bag.

You pulled one out and held it toward him. "Do you want one?"

Izana looked at the snack, then at you. "Why?"

You shrugged. "I brought too many."

He hesitated before taking it. "Thanks."

You smiled. "You're welcome."

That was pretty much it for your first meeting.

Izana didn't suddenly become friendly with you, and you didn’t expect him to. Slowly, he started trusting you, talking to you more, and sometimes even sitting beside you while you talked with Shinichiro

It had been a while since you and Shinichiro had a proper date.

You'd dragged yourself to S.S. Motors hoping he'd finish early, but he was still halfway through fixing a motorcycle while you sat nearby on a stool, bored.

"You're making that face again," Shinichiro said without looking up.

"What face?"

"The one that says, 'My boyfriend lied about being free today.'"

You sighed dramatically. "Because he did."

Shinichiro chuckled, wiped the grease off his hands, and leaned against the workbench. "I never lied. I said I'd be free... eventually."

"Eventually isn't a time."

"Come on, don't be mad." He flashed you his stupid smile. "You're way too pretty to waste it on glaring at me."

You snorted. "That was your flirt?"

"It usually works."

"It usually makes me question my taste in men."

He clutched his chest. "Ouch."

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him from behind, your cheek resting against his shoulder. "Hurry up. I wanted to spend today with you."

Shinichiro smiled to himself. "Five more minutes."

The shop door suddenly slammed open.

"Shin-Niiii!!!! Y/N-nee!!!"

You and Shinichiro both turned at the same time.

Emma came running in with Senju beside her, and between Emma's hands was a tiny orange-and-white kitten.

"Look what we found!" Emma beamed.

Your eyes immediately softened. "Oh my god... she's so tiny."

Mikey rushed over first, followed by Baji and Haruchiyo.

"Let me hold her!" Mikey demanded.

"I asked first!" Baji complained, trying to squeeze beside him.

Haruchiyo tried to hold the small kitten, but the second kitten wiggled; he panicked and shoved his hands back. "Nope. She's too small."

Senju burst into laughter. "You got scared!"

"I didn't!" Haruchiyo protested. "I just don't want to drop her."

You carefully scratched the kitten behind her ears while the boys crowded around you. "She's adorable."

Shinichiro walked over, took one look at the kitten, and sighed. "She's cute... but Grandpa's allergic. There's no way he'll let us keep her."

Mikey and Emma immediately pouted.

"Please?" Emma asked.

"No amount of pouting is changing Grandpa's allergies," Shinichiro replied.

Senju raised her hand. "I'll take her home!"

Before Shinichiro could answer, Haruchiyo looked at his sister. "Takeomi won't even let you keep a goldfish."

Senju's shoulders dropped. "...Right."

Baji scratched his head. "My apartment's tiny. Mom would never say yes."

You glanced around the shop before snapping your fingers. "What if we make her a little shelter outside the shop? Just until we find someone who can keep her."

Mikey's face lit up again. "We can build it!"

"I'll get a box!" Baji shouted before running toward the storage room.

"I'll find blankets!" Emma grabbed Senju's hand and dragged her away.

Haruchiyo pointed at the shelf. "There's an old towel up there!"

Within seconds, kids get busy. You looked over at Shinichiro with a guilty smile.

He sighed, but the corners of his mouth lifted anyway. "So much for our date."

You nudged his shoulder. "We'll go later."

"Yeah," he laughed. "Apparently, my girlfriend belongs to everyone now."

A few years had passed since then; you and Shinichiro had been talking more about marriage.

One afternoon, you were sitting with Shinichiro when you brought it up.

"If we're getting married, shouldn't you start looking for a proper place?" you asked Shinichiro. "I don't want us to keep living in this old house forever."

Shinichiro nodded. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it too. I'll look around and see what I can find."

Neither of you noticed Emma standing nearby.

Later, she found Mikey. "Mikey..."

He looked over at her. "What?"

Emma told him what she'd heard. "I think Y/N-nee and Shin-nii are going to move out."

Mikey went quiet. "Oh."

Emma looked down. "Maybe she doesn't want to be around us anymore."

Mikey frowned.

After that, you noticed Emma wasn't talking to you as much, while Mikey kept his distance even though he still looked over whenever you spoke.

Eventually, you found Mikey sitting outside alone.

You walked over and sat beside him. "What's wrong with you lately, Mikey?"

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that. You've barely talked to me."

He shrugged.

You asked, "Did I do something?"

Mikey looked away. "You're moving out."

You blinked. "What?"

"You and Shinnichiro are getting married and moving away."

You finally understood. "Mikey....."

He kept his eyes on the ground. "You don't have to pretend. If you want privacy from us, that's fine."

Your expression softened. "That's not why I want to move."

Mikey finally looked at you.

You reached over and pulled him into a hug before he could say anything else. "I'm not leaving you."

He stayed quiet in your arms.

"I just want Shinichiro and me to have our own place someday. That's all. It doesn't mean I'm going to stop visiting you, and it definitely doesn't mean I don't like having you around."

Mikey mumbled, "Really?"

You smiled and hugged him a little tighter. "Really. You're stuck with me, Mikey."

After a moment, he finally relaxed. "Even if you move?"

"Even if I move."

He nodded and comfortably pressed his cheeks against yours. "Good."

You pulled back and messed up his hair. "You were seriously sulking over this?"

"I wasn't sulking."

"Sure."

He rolled his eyes, but this time he was smiling.

From inside the house, Emma peeked through the doorway.

You noticed her and held out your hand. "Come here, Emma."

She immediately ran over and hugged you too.

Shinichiro watched from the doorway, completely confused. "What did I miss?"

You laughed. "Apparently, my siblings thought I was abandoning them."

Shinichiro stared at Mikey. "Manjiro, seriously?"

"Shut up, Shinnichiro."

You laughed as Shinichiro shook his head.

Even after all these years, you still couldn't have a private conversation about your future without one of his siblings getting involved.

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[neurodivergentminor]

A deceitful Flower

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This is my first JJK fanfic. I've had this in my draft for so long, and finally I decided to publish it. This fanfic is for female readers and ocs character tho they aren't very relevant. I just want to torture him. Constructive critism fine, but unnesary hatered, you're gonna get blocked. currently he is my hyperfixation, so bear with me cause why not?

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

Naobito Zenin barely gave a damn about anyone besides his drink, especially rice wine. He had already made the most of his life. However, his youngest, arrogant son Naoya, despite his arrogance, Naobito always appreciates Naoya and favours him more than his other children. Naoya, spoiled rotten and painfully aware of his own brilliance.

So when word reached him that Udo Shiratori, his childhood friend, was lying on his deathbed, it cut through the haze of alcohol and arrogance faster than anything had in years. Without wasting time, he dragged Naoya on the road to Kamakura, which was a five-hour drive from the Zen'in estate. The kind of place Naobito rarely bothered with anymore, but upon hearing his best friend's news, he needed to pay him a last visit.

Meanwhile Naoya was annoyed. "The hell are we going?" he snapped, irritation bleeding into his voice as he leaned back in his seat. "You drag me this far without saying a word? This better not be some pointless clan courtesy visit."

Naobito didn't look at him. He poured himself a drink, the faint clink of ice loud in the tense silence of the car.

"Don't talk like an idiot," he said calmly. "You're coming because I said so."

Naoya clicked his tongue. "Tch. For some dying old man? I don't even know him."

Naobito finally glanced over, eyes sharp despite the alcohol. "You're alive because I knew him."

That caught Naoya off guard but he scoffed, trying to mask it. "Since when do you give a shit about anyone outside the clan?"

Naobito smirked, but there was no humor in it.

"I don't," he replied. "But I remember who stood beside me when it mattered."

The conversation died there.

Naoya folded his arms, jaw tight, staring out the window as the city slowly gave way to quieter roads. He didn't like this didn't like seeing his father serious, sober, and unwilling to explain himself. He didn't like places where the Zenin name carried no immediate weight.

And most of all, he didn't like that whoever this Udo Shiratori was, he had managed to pull Naobito Zenin away from his throne without a single argument.

That alone made the Shiratori estate worth paying attention to.

It wasn't a powerful clan like the Zenin, Gojo, or Kamo, nor did it carry the ancient prestige of families such as Fujiwara or Inumaki. Still, the Shiratori name held quiet reputation. They were known for being strangely normal—a clan that didn't obsess over jujutsu politics or bend itself around the suffocating bureaucracy of jujutsu society. They existed on the margins, respected but rarely discussed.

Naoya hated it immediately.

"This is the place?" he scoffed as he stepped out of the car, eyes narrowing as he took in the modest buildings and quiet garden paths. "You dragged me five hours for this? I've seen branch families with better compounds."

Naobito didn't answer. He didn't even slow his pace. That alone irritated Naoya more than any insult would have. His father always had something to say—some thing or some dismissive comment. The silence meant this mattered, and Naoya didn't like being kept in the dark.

They were guided through the estate with minimal ceremony. The servants bowed politely but without fear, without that stiff, rehearsed deference Naoya was used to. No one flinched when he passed. No one rushed.

It felt wrong. They stopped before a quiet room tucked away at the back of the compound.

Inside, Udo Shiratori lay on a futon near the open window.

The man Naobito remembered calm, steady, quietly stubborn was barely there anymore. His body had thinned to the point that his bones pressed visibly against pale skin. His hands trembled slightly as he rested them over his stomach. Each breath looked measured, deliberate, like his body had to be reminded how to keep going.

For the first time since arriving, Naobito stopped completely.

"...You look like hell," he said finally.

Udo turned his head slowly, eyes focusing with effort. When he recognized Naobito, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Took you long enough."

Naobito clicked his tongue and stepped inside. "Don't flatter yourself. I just hate unfinished business."

The attendants moved to help, but Naobito waved them away with his cane. "Leave us. We're not dying together."

They hesitated, then bowed and slid the doors shut behind them. The room fell quiet.

Tea was poured, the soft sound of liquid filling cups breaking the silence. Naobito sat across from Udo, watching him closely—too closely. This wasn't the kind of weakness he respected. It wasn't a wound earned in battle or the result of stupidity. This was slow, unavoidable decay.

"How did it get this bad?" Naobito asked, blunt as ever.

Udo exhaled slowly. "Years of ignoring my body. Cursed backlash. Then the organs started failing one by one." He gave a soft, humorless laugh. "Turns out even quiet men don't escape consequences."

Naobito scowled. "Idiot. You should've stepped back sooner."

"And let the clan fall apart?" Udo replied gently. "You know better than that."

They drank in silence after that, eyes drifting toward the garden outside. The cicadas had begun their evening chorus. For a moment, it felt like being young again—sitting somewhere far from responsibility, pretending the future wasn't already decided.

"You remember that mission in Aichi?" Udo asked suddenly. "The one where you nearly got yourself killed."

Naobito snorted. "Nearly doesn't count."

"You ran ahead without waiting for the barrier," Udo said. "Just like always."

Naobito smirked. "And you stayed behind, fixing what I broke."

They both chuckled softly. As Naobito grace fell on frame it was udo-his wife and their daughter. Naobito ask udo how his family doing

which Udo's expression changed.

"My daughter," he said, voice quieter now.

Naobito looked at him.

"She's nothing like us," Udo continued. "No cursed technique. No interest in jujutsu. She tried, once—but she hated it. Said it felt like living someone else's life."

A faint smile crossed his lips. "She teaches art now. Children. Normal ones."

Naobito raised an eyebrow. "An art teacher."

"She's happy," Udo said firmly. "That's all I ever wanted."

The smile faded.

"She's my only child," he went on. "When I'm gone... I don't know who will protect her. The clan won't survive long without me. And she—she won't survive a world like yours."

That was the first time his voice cracked. Naobito shifted uncomfortably.

"I've seen what happens to women without backing," Udo said quietly. "Especially kind ones. Especially normal ones. If I leave her alone... she'll be swallowed whole."

Naobito stared at his tea, jaw tight. He wasn't good at this part. Never had been.

"I'll handle it," he said finally.

Udo blinked. "Handle... what?"

"I'll arrange her marriage," Naobito said, tone firm, decisive. "My youngest son. Naoya."

The words hung heavy in the air.

Udo's eyes widened, shock giving way to disbelief. "Naoya Zenin?"

"He's a bastard," Naobito admitted. "Spoiled. Arrogant. Too much like me."

Then, quieter "But he's strong. And strength protects."

Udo swallowed hard. "You'd really do this?"

Naobito stood, gripping his cane. "You saved my life once. You stood your ground when others ran. I don't forget that."

Udo's shoulders trembled as emotion finally broke through his calm.

"Please," he said softly. "Take care of her. Even if she's difficult. Even if she doesn't fit."

Naobito nodded once. "She'll be protected."

Naobito swirled the sake in his cup, leaning back lazily against the tatami post, the afternoon sun catching the amber liquid. He looked every bit the Zenin clan head who did as he pleased—drinking whenever he wanted, indifferent to decorum. Naoya, however, did not approve. Arms crossed, jaw tight, he stepped from foot to foot, his gaze sharp with judgment.

"You really think this is how a clan head behaves?" Naoya asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sitting around drinking in someone else's estate, like you've earned respect?"

Naobito didn't respond immediately, letting his cup rest in his hand as if that alone was an answer. "Sit," he said finally, voice calm but heavy with authority. "Listen, because this is important."

Naoya scoffed. "Important? All I see is an old drunk embarrassing the Zenin name. Can't believe I'm related to you."

Udo Shiratori, lying frail on the futon, stirred slightly, his pale eyes following every exchange. "Naoya, please," he said softly, a faint tremor in his voice. "He's not wrong this time."

Naoya whirled toward him. "Not wrong? I don't care who he is. I don't like being dragged here and ordered around!"

Naobito finally set down his cup with a soft clink, his gaze sharp. "You will care," he said simply. "Because I arranged your marriage."

The words hit like a thunderclap. Naoya froze with rage flaring immediately. "You did what?!"

"You heard me," Naobito said evenly. "Udo's daughter. My youngest son. You."

Naoya spun toward Udo. "And you agreed to this? You're giving her to me like... like I'm some object?"

Udo's voice was steady but heavy with concern. "No. I am giving her to someone who can protect her. She is my only child, Naoya. I won't be here much longer. This is for her safety."

Before Naoya could respond, the sliding door opened. You stepped inside. Your bow was graceful, voice soft and polite. "Good afternoon, everyone. I hope I'm not interrupting."

Naoya's storm of anger evaporated instantly. His eyes roamed over you, you were exaclty his type in a  women with pretty face and beautiful body and women who know her place. 

"So... this is her?" he murmured, his smirk forming without effort. "Huh. She is better than I imagined."

You kept your head slightly bowed, hands folded neatly in front of you. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Naoya-san," you said sweetly. "I hope I can live up to everyone's expectations."

Naoya grinned, leaning forward slightly, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Expectations? Don't worry. You're already making a good first impression."

Udo hand twitched on the futon. "Naoya! Treat her with respect. She is not a thing to be judged by your whims."

"I am showing respect," Naoya said, ignoring the warning tone. "I'm being honest. Pretty face, soft voice... you're everything a man could notice first."

Naobito groaned, rubbing his temple, his embarrassment clear. "Unbelievable," he muttered.

You only smiled gently, bowing again and excuse yourself. "I am honored to meet you, Naoya-san. See you around."

Naoya's grin widened. "Relax, old man," he said, giving Naobito a pointed look. "I think I can work with this."

Udo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, gripping the futon instead. Naobito shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

 The moment they returned to Kyoto, Naoya acted like the house itself needed to be informed of his good fortune. He didn't even bother changing out of his coat before starting.

"So," Naoya drawled, dropping himself onto the engawa like he owned the entire compound—because in his mind, he did. "You hear that, Uncle Ougi? I'm getting married."

Ougi didn't look up from his tea. "Unfortunately."

Naoya snorted. "Don't sound so bitter. Not my fault Father picked me to secure another clan instead of one of your failures."

A vein pulsed at Ougi's temple. Jinichi, seated nearby, clicked his tongue quietly.

"You're awfully loud for someone who hasn't proven anything yet," Jinichi said.

Naoya leaned back on his hands, grinning. "Proven? I don't need to prove shit. I was born right. That's already more than you two managed."

A few servants stiffened nearby. Naoya's eyes flicked toward them, sharp and amused.

"Oi, you," he snapped at one. "Better get used to cooking properly. My future wife won't be eating this slop."

The servant bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched the floor. Naobito exhaled through his nose, taking another sip from his gourd. "Tch. You're loud."

Naoya glanced at his father. "I'm proud. I Thought you'd appreciate that." Naobito didn't deny it. "Pride's fine. Acting like an idiot isn't."

Naoya laughed, clearly unconcerned. "You should've seen her. Face like she was carved properly. Quiet voice. And—" he gestured crudely at his own hips, smirk widening, "—finally someone built right. Not like the scarecrows crawling around this place."

"Shiratori girl's got manners," he continued, tone smug. "Didn't talk back. Didn't glare. Knows how to lower her head properly. That alone puts her above most women."

Jinichi frowned. "She's Udo's daughter."

"And?" Naoya shrugged. "That's Father's concern. I care that she looks good standing next to me."

Naobito finally spoke again, voice rough. "She's an art teacher."

Naoya blinked. "...Huh?"

"Art," Naobito repeated, like it barely mattered. "Teaches it somewhere. Talented, apparently not like you."

Naoya laughed once, sharp and dismissive. "That it? Thought you were about to say something important."

Ougi sneered. "You don't value skill now?"

Naoya shot him a lazy glance. "Skill in something useless? Nah. She can paint all she wants as long as the house is quiet and the kids are healthy."

Naobito clicked his tongue but didn't correct him. "It's a hobby. Nothing more."

"Exactly." Naoya nodded, satisfied. "She won't embarrass us, then."

"Pretty, obedient, good blood, wide hips—" he ticked it off on his fingers, smirking. "Sounds like a perfect Zen'in wife to me."

He sing whole praised for months. But everything changed after that grand wedding . The morning after the wedding, Naoya took his seat as he always did. He didn't bother looking at you when he spoke.

"Tie my zōri."

You glanced over briefly, then dismissed it just as quickly. You had no idea what a zōri even is, and frankly, you didn't care to find out. The silence lingered a second too long.

"Oi," Naoya snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

Before his temper could flare, Maki's mother quietly intervened, kneeling to fasten the straps around his feet. Naoya watched, jaw tightening, then clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Pay attention," he ordered, eyes finally cutting toward you. "You're my wife now. That's your responsibility."

You hummed absent mindedly, far more invested in your reflection than his words. You were busy applying makeup, carefully lining your eyes as if nothing else mattered.

"This kimono is awful," you complained, tugging at the fabric. "I don't even know how to wear this properly. It's uncomfortable."

Naoya froze. Slowly, he turned to face you, disbelief written plainly across his features.

"You don't know how to wear a kimono?" he repeated. "You're the daughter of a clan head. Don't insult my intelligence."

But you only shrugged, unimpressed.

The realization settled in—and it was worse than annoyance. He couldn't ask anyone else to help. That would be humiliating. The Zenin heir's wife unable to dress herself? Unthinkable. With a sharp exhale, Naoya stood and stepped toward you.

"Unbelievable," he muttered. "Stand still."

His hands moved with practiced ease, adjusting layers, tightening the obi, correcting every careless fold.  His hands found your waist, adjusting layers with practiced precision. But he can't help his cheeks flushed as the closeness was unavoidable. Your back almost brushed his chest. The warmth of you registered before he could stop it.

You, meanwhile, kept talking. “It’s tight,” you complained. “And heavy. How do women breathe in this?”

“They don’t complain,” he replied automatically.

“Well, they should.”

He huffed a short laugh before he could stop himself  He tightened the obi, then loosened it a fraction when you shifted.

Too close. He noticed That the way the kimono settled over your hips pulled his attention downward against his will. He straightened abruptly, stepping back as if distance could fix the reaction blooming under his ribs.

You didn’t care and still focusing on mirror not him not where his hand touching you. he was standing there with his jaw clenched and thoughts going somewhere he didn’t want them to.

That was what threw him.

“You’re… surprisingly calm,” he said after a moment, trying to sound annoyed instead of unsettled.

“About what?” You  Shrug

“About this,” he gestured vaguely between the two of you. “About me.”

You considered that, genuinely. “I figured we’d figure it out,” you said. “There’s no point being nervous now. We are married couple now ”

“Troublesome,” he muttered with smirk That wasn’t the answer he expected.  Most women would’ve stiffened by now or Some would’ve snapped. Others would’ve looked away, pretending not to notice his gaze.

You spun slowly in front of the mirror, letting the light catch the fabric of your kimono and the shimmer of your jewelry. “Do I look… cute?” you asked casually, tilting your head and letting a small smile brush your lips.

Naoya blinked. “Cute?” he repeated, dumbfounded. “Cute doesn’t even—”

He paused, gaze sweeping over you. The soft silk hugging your waist, the subtle shine of your earrings, the way you carried yourself it made him forget half the words he intended to say.

“Yeah,” he muttered finally, voice rougher than he intended. “Cute… hell, you’re perfect. Anyone who sees you will know you’re mine.”

Your smile widened. “Oh? You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, brash, proud, a little dumbfounded at how easily his words spilled. “Wide hips, pretty face, soft voice—hell, I could brag about you all day, and no one could argue.”

You leaned closer then, playful and bold, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, just enough to catch him off guard. “Then maybe you should start bragging, get me more pretty clothes after all I'm representing,” you whispered with a grin, spinning away again to face the mirror.

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To be continued..

[neurodivergentminor]

Kaiser… maybe don't talk… ever again… Sae… you're so cute… so adorable....I might just eat you up… nom…

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 1|

Shinichiro woke up the next morning after hearing noise coming from downstairs. Still half asleep, he made his way toward the kitchen and found you, Mikey, and Emma already awake.

"Manjiro, if you keep eating those chocolates, there won't be any left," you complained while trying to take the packet from him.

Mikey immediately moved it out of your reach. "You're acting like I've eaten all of them."

"You've eaten enough that I'm starting to regret buying them."

Emma laughed as she continued peeling boiled eggs beside you. "She's been saying that for the last ten minutes."

"Because he won't listen for the last ten minutes," you replied.

Standing quietly in the doorway, he watched the three of you. Mikey was still arguing with you, Emma looked entertained by the whole thing, and you were trying your best to keep everything under control.

It was such a simple sight, yet Shinichiro couldn't look away. This was the life he had always dreamed of a home filled with laughter.

The people he loved together in one place. Before he realized it, tears had begun gathering in his eyes.

You noticed first and call him out, immediately frowning. "Shinie?! Why are you crying?"

Both Mikey and Emma turned toward him. Instead of answering, Shinichiro walked over and wrapped his arms around you.

The sudden hug caught you off guard. "What happened?" you asked softly rubbing his back. 

Shinichiro buried his face against your shoulder before finally speaking. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."

You were still confused by Shinichiro's sudden apology, but before you could say anything, Mikey groaned dramatically. "Ew, Shinichiro! At least take a bath first before you start clinging to her."

"Mikey!" Emma scolded, though she ended up covering her nose anyway. "Actually... he's kind of right."

"What?" Shinichiro immediately looked offended.

You couldn't help laughing as you carefully untangled yourself from his grip. "Come on, Shin. I know you and Takeomi were shocked by the whole thing, but that's not important right now."

Shinichiro blinked. "Huh?"

"For now, go brush your teeth, take a bath, and wear something decent," you said with a small smirk.

The moment he saw that smirk, Shinichiro narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "...Why?"

"Why what?"

"You're planning something."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're a terrible liar."

Emma quickly looked away while trying not to laugh, and Mikey suddenly became very interested in the chocolates sitting on the counter.

Shinichiro glanced between all three of you before shaking his head. "You're all acting weird."

"Go take your bath, Shin-kun," you said, gently pushing him toward the hallway. Still confused, Shinichiro eventually gave up and headed back to his room.

The second he disappeared upstairs, Mikey let out a sigh of relief. "Finally."

"That took forever," Emma agreed.

You clapped your hands together and looked at the two children. "Alright, now that the birthday boy is out of the way, let's finish making the cake before he comes back."

Later that afternoon, 

Shinichiro was busy working at the bike shop when the phone suddenly rang. "Oi, Shin. Get to Y/N's restaurant. Now."

Shinichiro frowned at the familiar voice on the other end. "Waka, what are you talking about? You know her old man hates me."

"Will you shut up and get over here?" Wakasa snapped. "It's an emergency. Her father's not even there." 

After that line went dead.

But for Shinichiro the word "emergency" sounds something different.  Ever since returning to the past, he couldn't stop expecting something to go wrong. What if something had happened to you? What if he had failed again?

After getting permission to leave early, he rushed out of the shop and headed straight for your family's restaurant.

The moment he pushed open the door, the lights came on.

"Happy Birthday!"

Shinichiro froze for a moment taking look of restaurant how it's decorated a lot of his former Black Dragon members filled several tables laughing and talking among themselves, Benkie and Wakasa were there 

Near the corner, Mikey, Emma, and Baji were completely distracted by some random game they had turned into a competition.

For a moment, Shinichiro couldn't believe himself would it have been like this back then?

As memories of the original timeline. On this day, he had thrown away Mikey's cursed plane and suffered one of the worst breakdowns of his life. You had spent hours trying to comfort him while he sat there feeling completely lost.

After that, birthdays had stopped meaning anything.

Sure, Wakasa occasionally dragged him to a hostess club or somewhere equally stupid to cheer him up, and you always yelled at both of them afterward, but it was never the same.

Yet now...

Now you had arranged all of this for him.

His eyes eventually found you standing near one of the tables, fixing the decorations. You had clearly spent hours preparing everything, and somehow you still looked beautiful.

Without thinking, Shinichiro walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You jumped slightly before relaxing. "Shini?" you turning your head toward him. "What's gotten into you?"

He buried his face against your shoulder and let out a quiet laugh. "Nothing."

"You're a terrible liar," you replied softly. "Are you stressing about something? You can tell me."

Shinichiro smiled before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Unfortunately, the moment didn't last.

"Oi!" Everyone turned toward Mikey.

Mikey pointed directly at your waist. "Shinichiro got grease all over Y/N-nee's dress."

You slowly looked down several dark fingerprints stained the side of your dress.

Shinichiro looked down as well. "...Ah."

"Shinichiro."

"I'm sorry my love ♡"

"Shinichiro!!!!!!!!!!!."

"I'm really sorry.......~"

Wakasa immediately burst out laughing while Benkei nearly choked on his drink. 

The former leader of Black Dragon, respected by dozens of people in the room, spent the next several minutes apologizing while you scolded him for ruining your dress.

For once, he didn't mind being the idiot everyone laughed at.

After the cake cutting everyone were busy talking among themselves while the leftover food and empty plates cluttered the tables. Shinichiro was still smiling when you suddenly stood from your chair and disappeared toward the storage room.

Shinichiro watched you leave before looking at Wakasa and Benkei. "Why do I feel like the two of you know something?"

Wakasa immediately smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Because we do know something."

"You're making me nervous."

"Good."

A few moments later, you returned carrying a large black guitar case. The second you placed it in front of him.

 Shinichiro looked from the case to you in complete confusion. "What is this?"

You folded your arms and tried to act casual despite being nervous. "It's your birthday gift. Stop staring at me and open it."

Benkei chuckled while watching the exchange. "You spent months hiding that thing and now you're the nervous one."

Benkei, shut up."

Shinichiro slowly opened the case once he opened the guitar case and was still staring at the Fender Telecaster Custom like he forgot how to speak.

"You're gonna break it just by looking at it," you said, leaning in close beside him.

He finally looked at you instead of the guitar. "You really got this for me?"

"Obviously," you said, like it was stupid to even ask.

His arm slid around your waist and pulled you in without hesitation he kissed you almost softly you slide your hand over his head and hold him properly and kissed him back 

Wakasa immediately leaned forward mid-kiss. "Oh wow, get a room—"

You broke the kiss just enough to glance at him. "We are in a room."

Benkei sighed. "Don't start."

Shinichiro didn't let you go. His hand stayed at your waist like it had decided that was its position now.

Wakasa pointed between you two. "I'm just saying, birthday boy is getting way too comfortable."

"You're the only one uncomfortable," you shot back, still half leaning into Shinichiro.

Shinichiro let out a short laugh, low and easy, like nothing about this was embarrassing to him at all.

"You done talking?" he asked Wakasa.

"No," Wakasa said instantly.

"Shame," Shinichiro replied, still holding you close while reaching for the next gift.

Benkei muttered, "This is going to be a long night."

You stayed right there beside Shinichiro, nudging his shoulder lightly. "Ignore them."

"I always do," he said, squeezing your waist once before finally opening the next box.

You stayed right there beside Shinichiro, nudging his shoulder lightly. "Ignore them. They're only making fun of you because it's your birthday and they're jealous I bought the best gift." 

 Shinichiro laughed under his breath and kept an arm around your waist. "I always do. Besides, they're not wrong about one thing. That guitar is definitely the best gift here." 

"You better remember that when your next birthday comes around." 

 Before Shinichiro could answer, Wakasa shoved a package across the table and grinned. "Alright, enough flirting. Open mine before the two of you start making the rest of us sick."

 "You say that every time we hold hands," you complained while leaning against Shinichiro's shoulder. 

The second you recognized the covers stacked inside the box, you let out the biggest groan of the night and immediately covered them with both hands as if that would somehow undo the damage.

"Wakasa, you spent actual money on this? You looked at all the books in Tokyo and somehow decided my boyfriend needed a collection of pretty girls."

Wakasa looked far too proud of himself.

"I think you're missing the important part here. I spent my hard-earned money on my best friend's happiness, and somehow I'm still getting yelled at."

"You deserve to get yelled at."

"See? This is exactly why Shin never lets me do nice things."

Shinichiro was already laughing while trying to pull one of the manga back out from under your hands.

Unfortunately for you, that only made Wakasa notice the look on your face with terrible grin. "Hold on. Are you actually jealous?"

You turned toward him so fast it almost gave you whiplash. "I'm not jealous. I just think your gift is stupid."

"That's not what I asked."

Before you could argue, Shinichiro finally managed to rescue one of the books from your grip. He flipped through a few pages before glancing sideways at you, clearly enjoying himself far more than he should have been.

"I don't know, Waka. She did get upset awfully fast."

You immediately smacked his shoulder. Instead of defending himself, Shinichiro laughed and leaned further into the teasing. "Ow. See that? I haven't even done anything yet and I'm already getting attacked."

"Because you're encouraging him."

Wakasa slapped the table and pointed dramatically at Shinichiro. "That's why we're friends. He understands me."

"No," you replied while pointing at both of them. "You're both annoying. That's completely different."

Shinichiro wrapped an arm around your waist before you could steal the manga again and pulled you against his side. "You know, I never realized you were this possessive."

You stared at him. Then you stared at the manga. Then you stared back at him. "Keep talking and I'm taking back the guitar."

Even Benkei nearly choked on his drink and Wakasa looked genuinely horrified. "That's evil. You can't threaten a man with his birthday present."

"Watch me."

Shinichiro immediately hugged the guitar case closer with his free arm. "See? This is why I'm scared of her."

"You should be."

"I'm not helping you," Benkei said while shaking his head. "You started this yourself."

Wakasa finally wiped a tear from his eye after laughing too hard. "I can't believe the girl who spent months saving up for a Fender is getting jealous over a manga cover. That's the funniest thing I've seen all week."

You grabbed a napkin and threw it directly at his face. The fact Shinichiro nearly fell out of his chair laughing only made the betrayal worse.

The table erupted into laughter while Wakasa complained about being unappreciated. Meanwhile, Shinichiro slid the manga back into the box and wrapped an arm around your waist again, still grinning to himself.

The worst part was that he clearly found your reaction adorable, which somehow made the entire situation even more annoying.

"You can stop smiling now," you muttered while trying to maintain whatever dignity Wakasa hadn't already destroyed.

Shinichiro only laughed and rested his chin briefly on top of your head. "I can't help it. You're the one who spent the last ten minutes fighting a stack of books."

"I wasn't fighting the books. I was protecting you from bad influences."

Wakasa immediately pointed at himself. "That's funny coming from someone dating Shinichiro."

Before you could reach the table and throw something at him, Benkei finally shoved his gift forward. "Open mine before the two of them start another argument. I'd like to finish this birthday party before sunrise."

Shinichiro looked relieved to have a new target and quickly reached for the package.

The moment he opened it,  his expression changed he looked up at Benkei. Then back at the gift. Then back at Benkei again. "...Seriously?"

Benkei folded his arms. "You complain every week that you're too skinny, then refuse to do anything about it. I figured somebody needed to intervene."

Inside the box sat several bodybuilding magazines, training guides, and enough workout material to make Shinichiro look personally attacked.

Wakasa immediately started laughing. "Oh, that's brutal. He didn't even try to hide it."

"It isn't brutal? it's practical" Benkei replied calmly. 

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh which make Shinichiro kind of offended.  "Oi I'm not that skinny." he lean his face toward you and you giggle. 

Benkei raised an eyebrow. "You got blown across a parking lot last month."

That completely destroyed whatever self-control remained at the table.

Even you ended up laughing against Shinichiro's shoulder. The betrayal in his eyes was immediate. "Not you too."

"I'm sorry," you replied while still laughing. "I was going to defend you, but that was a terrible excuse."

Wakasa wiped a tear from his eye. "I've known this idiot for years and somehow he still surprises me."

"You're all terrible friends."

Benkei corrected. "No We're honest friends."

Shinichiro looked ready to argue again when Wakasa suddenly reached beside his chair and picked up one final package. "This one isn't from me."

Shinichiro glanced at the package before noticing the familiar handwriting. "Takeomi?"

Wakasa nodded. "We invited him. He couldn't make it, but he practically shoved this at me before leaving and told me not to lose it."

You couldn't help smiling. "He also spent five minutes pretending he didn't care whether you liked it or not. It was honestly kind of embarrassing to watch."

"That sounds exactly like him," Benkei replied.

Shinichiro laughed softly before opening the package. The second the leather jacket appeared, the laughter faded.

Everyone around the table recognized it immediately. It was the same jacket Shinichiro had stopped to stare at more times than anyone could count before always deciding it cost too much.

For a moment he didn't say anything. He simply ran his hand over the leather before pulling out the folded card tucked inside.

The second he read it, he let out a laugh.

"What did that idiot write?" Wakasa asked.

Still smiling, Shinichiro opened the card and read it aloud.

"Quit staring at things you can't afford every time we pass a shop. It's embarrassing. Happy birthday, dumbass."

Benkei shook his head. "Yeah. That's definitely Takeomi."

Shinichiro laughed quietly before looking back down at the jacket. "...That idiot noticed."

This time nobody teased him. Because everyone at the table knew exactly what he meant.

By the time the party finally ended, the streets had already grown quieter.

Mikey had nearly fallen asleep halfway through the ride home, Emma was still talking about the cake decorations she helped make, and Baji somehow still had enough energy to argue with everyone despite it being late.

Shinichiro spent most of the walk listening to them bicker while trying not to laugh.

Eventually they reached the Sano residence.

Emma stretched dramatically before turning toward you. "Y/N-nee, next year let's make an even bigger cake. Shin-nii looked like he was gonna cry when he saw it."

"I was not crying," Shinichiro immediately protested.

Emma giggled before disappearing inside.

Meanwhile Mikey paused near the entrance and looked between you and Shinichiro suspiciously. Then a grin slowly spread across his face. "You two are gonna be gross again, aren't you?"

"Go inside."

"I'm right though."

"Inside, Mikey."

Mikey laughed and finally disappeared through the door with Baji yelling something from behind him.

For the first time all evening it was just the two of you.

Shinichiro let out a tired breath and glance at you "I think they somehow used more energy than the entire Black Dragon combined."

You laughed softly and stepped closer to him. "That's because gang members eventually get tired. Mikey never does."

"That's terrifying."

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Shinichiro glanced down at you and smiled. "You know, today was probably the best birthday I've ever had."

Before he could continue, you reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt.

Shinichiro blinked. "Hm?"

"You've been saying thank you all night."

"What am I supposed to say?"

You pretended to think about it then you leaned forward and kissed him.

The action was so sudden that Shinichiro completely froze.

When you pulled back a few seconds later, his face looked absolutely priceless.

His ears were red and His cheeks were red.

For a man who spent half his life surrounded by delinquents, he suddenly looked incapable of forming a single thought.

You immediately started giggling. "Oh my God."

"What?"

"You should see your face right now."

Shinichiro groaned and covered part of his face. "I was having a serious moment."

"You were being cute."

"That's worse." His embarrassment only made you laugh harder.

Shinichiro gave up trying to hide it and pulled you closer by the waist.

Even now, with his face still warm, he couldn't stop smiling. "You're lucky I like you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Lucky? I bought you a Fender Telecaster Custom. You're the lucky one here."

Shinichiro laughed and rested his forehead against yours. " Yeah."

For a moment he simply stood there, holding you close beneath the streetlights.

 "Yeah, I definitely am."

He pulls you into a bridal-style walk-up to his room. 

Continue next chapter

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

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I've had this idea in my head for a long time and finally decided to write it. I wanted to explore a different side of Shinichiro, one that focuses more on his flaws and darker traits, rather than the idealized version people often see. Which I understand, even I enjoy fluff, but I wanted to try something different.

Synopsis: It's been almost 4 years since the accident, Shinichiro lost almost everything.... His half of the family, his house, job are now on the verge. Until he found a way to reverse everything to save his loved one.

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Warnings: Graphic violence, suicide and toxic relationships. implied fem!reader

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𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

You shove him, while tears streaming down your face. "What have you become—what have we become?"

Shinichiro stays slouched on the couch, barely looking at you. "What else did you expect from me?" he mutters. "You were out for— and I needed money for... for Mikey. You know his condition. He needs—"

You slap him. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. I hate that brat. I wish he died that same day he flipped from the second floor. At least you wouldn't be—"

You don't even finish before he stands up. In a second he's off the couch his hand grabs your hair, yanking you closer.

"Fuck off, you bitch," he snaps. "Wishing death on my baby brother when you know my situation, and you're still acting like some whiny whore."

"You think I wanted this?" He gestures wildly around the apartment.

The place is a mess it's surrounded by empty drink bottles and a lot of bills scattered across the table. And in the corner, in a wheelchair, Mikey sits motionless as he  trapped in a vegetative state, staring blankly at nothing.

"I promised my parents I'd raise Mikey and Emma right," Shinichiro continues, his voice shaking. "I said I'd make them good adults. And look at where I am now—where we are."

He laughs bitterly. "I just wanted a normal life with my family. Mikey staying his cheerful bratty self. Emma happy, treating us like a real family. Maybe Gramps would still be alive. Maybe he'd understand."

His finger points straight at you. "But you— you're always acting up while I'm struggling. Always making me feel worse."

"What, you think I don't know how much you've suffered?" you shout back. "I was there with you! I supported you through everything! Even now I'm still here trying to support you!"

Your voice breaks. "But now you're becoming paranoid. You're not the same man I used to love." Tears keep falling. "I think we've had enough. I'm breaking up with you."

Shinichiro just stares at you finally step closer.  "You want to break up?......Fine.... Break up."

His voice turns colder ."Just don't show me your pathetic face again. Go fuck any bastard you want. You were already cheating behind my back anyway."

Your head jerks up.

"I saw you crying on Takeomi's shoulder," he continues. "Whining like some pathetic whore."

You slap him again. "Seriously? You think I'm whoring behind your back? I hate you. I hate you so much. I wish I never loved you.... I wish we never dated."

Shinichiro opens the door and shoves you outside slammed the door behind you, Through it you can hear him mutter. "I hope you die."

"Fuck you, you bastard!" you scream back from the hallway.

Five months later, Wakasa and Shinichiro were lying on the grass somewhere outside the city. 

Shinichiro stared up at the sky for a long time before speaking. "Where did I lack...? I tried my best for four years. I worked in shady businesses, went to therapists, even gave money to those suspicious religious organizations. They all lied to me, didn't they?....Maybe I should've killed all of them."

There was a pause before he added quietly, "Including that bitch, Y/N."

Wakasa didn't react much. He stayed lying there with his hands behind his head. "Well, if I'm being honest," he said casually, "I'm glad Manjiro died. I really thought you were going to pass away before him."

Shinichiro didn't respond but Wakasa continued  "You should join my gang. With you around we could become the best in the world. Right now you're just rotting away. Anyway... forget about Y/n she is no longer with us, so let's drop it."

In Club Wakasa tried to cheer up Shinichiro after it's his club even call out for some of the girls who worked for him, but most of them were busy since other punks had already come in earlier. He sighed and looked at Shinichiro. "Looks like it's crowded tonight. Let's just go somewhere else."

Shinichiro didn't really respond. His attention shifted to a group of drunk punks nearby who were loudly telling some random story.

One of them laughed while saying, "He said that he can go back in time or some crazy shit."

The others laughed, clearly not taking it seriously. Shinichiro's expression changed slightly. He stood up and walked straight toward them.

Shinichiro stopped in front of the group. "Tell me more about it...That one of your story"

Wakasa noticed and immediately followed. "Oi, Shin. Don't start something stupid."

The punks looked at him, annoyed. "What's with you?!"

One of them snorted. "Why? You wanna go back and fix your life or something?"

The group started laughing. Wakasa grabbed Shinichiro's shoulder. "Shin, forget it. They're just drunk."

The punks kept mocking him. "What, you actually believe that crap?"

That was enough. Shinichiro suddenly punched each one of them to pulp. Even Wakasa tried pulling him away but Shinichiro barely listened.

Finally one of the punks shouted, "Fine! That old guy hangs near the bridge maybe in that tunnel."

Shinichiro immediately headed that way. Under the bridge they eventually found the homeless man sitting near the wall. Shinichiro walked straight up to him.

"You're the one talking about time travel..... Tell me how I can go back in time"

Old man Laugh creepily at Shinichiro, Meanwhile Wakasa for last time tries to pull of Shinichiro, "Oi, Shin what's wrong with you? Do you really believe those drunkards" Wakasa aggressively told shin arm.

 Shin only mutter "shut up" 

Despite such cold reply from shin Wakasa was shocked wave off his hand as he heading home. 

Shinichiro crouched down and spoke more seriously. "I need that power. My brother is died. If I could go back, I could save him."

The old man stared at him for a moment, then laughed. "You want that power?"

Shinichiro nodded.

The man shrugged. "Then kill the one who has it."

With that he started walking away. Shinichiro stood there for a moment, then grabbed a metal rod lying nearby and hit the old man from behind.

The next day it was raining heavily. Haruchiyo wanted to see Shinichiro and went looking for him. When he reached the bridge, he saw Shinichiro standing near the railing, soaked from the rain. Before he could say anything else, Shinichiro climbed onto the railing and jumped down.

After trying to take his life, Shinichiro suddenly found himself in July 30, 1997. Very first thing he witness getting his head smack by Mikey's feet as he enthusiastically playing with his plan.

For a few seconds he couldn't understand what was happening. His head felt heavy and everything around him looked too familiar realized it's Takeomi's house.

Shinichiro stared at him. "Manjiro...?"

Before Mikey could even react, Shin rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Manjiro... you're alive." His voice cracked as his tears were already running down his face.

Mikey struggled in his arms. "Oi, what's wrong with you? Let go!"

But Shinichiro only held him tighter, like he was afraid Mikey would disappear again. After a moment Mikey finally pushed his face away. Shin wiped his eyes quickly and forced a small laugh. "Hey... want to ride a bike?"

Mikey's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?"

Not long after that the two of them were outside. Shinichiro let Mikey ride the bike while he supporting Mikey from behind. 

He had really time traveled. Now Mikey is alive laughing healthy. By the time they returned home Shin quickly parked the bike and rushed inside.

Emma and Gramps were in the kitchen doing something together. Shinichiro stopped at the doorway just staring at them they both of them alive.

Gramps noticed him first. "Oi, Shin! Why are you just standing there?"

Shin walked in quickly. "I'll cook today."

Emma slowly turned her head and looked at him. "You? Since when do you cook?""

Gramps snorted. "Last time you tried, you nearly burned the pan."

Shin grabbed a ragged started cleaning the house. While he cleaning the floor, he kept glancing at Mikey running around the living room, still playing with the toy plane like nothing in the world was wrong. 

Then when he heard a loud noise

Without wasting a second, he dropped the rag and rushed engawa. Initially he thought one of the kids had gotten hurt. Until he saw Mikey was standing there holding a katana.

Haruchiyo was kneeling on the floor in front of him, his face cut and bleeding. Blood slowly dripped down his chin. Baji and Senju stood nearby looking completely terrified, neither of them knowing what to do.

For a moment Shinichiro couldn't move.

Then he quickly grabbed the phone and called an ambulance. After that he contacted Takeomi as well and explained what happened as calmly as he could.

Later, when things had settled a little, Shinichiro sat down in front of Mikey.

His voice was surprisingly calm. "Oi, Manjiro... why did you do that to Haruchiyo?"

Mikey couldn't even meet his eyes. He looked scared and ashamed "I... I don't know what got into me that time. I'm sorry."

Shinichiro let out a small sigh but kept his expression gentle. "Well, don't apologize to me. Apologize to him."

Shin took Mikey to the hospital where Haruchiyo was being treated. Mikey mumbled an apology to Haruchiyo, but the atmosphere made him uncomfortable and he quickly ran out of the room. Outside the room he bumped into you rushing in.

You sat beside Haruchiyo's bed, trying to feed him some ice cream while he lay there with bandages across his face.

Shinichiro stood a few steps away, staring at you like he had just seen a ghost.

Is she real...? Is this really her? You were the only girlfriend he had ever had in his life—from high school until everything eventually fell apart. Seeing you here again made a heavy guilt settle in his chest. In that other timeline he had spiraled out of control, and in the process he had dragged you down with him too.

He couldn't believe how small and soft you looked now. Back then you had always been around him, but only now did he realize how pretty you used to look in those days maybe he was too busy with stuff he unable to appreciate anything every you

Now he just stood there watching you carefully feed Haruchiyo's ice cream, and for some reason it made him feel awkward.

Then your voice suddenly cut through his thoughts. "Shin-kun, seriously... you need to be stricter with Mikey.... You spoil him too much. Imagine if Haruchiyo had been hurt worse. Thank God nothing serious happened, although these scars will be permanent but I'm glad he is alive."

Despite your tone was calm, but to Shin it triggered something else entirely. "So you're blaming me?" he snapped. "You're blaming the way I raise Manjiro? I'm not defending what he did, but you shouldn't act so perfect. Or what... did you really hate Manjiro from the beginning and I was just too stupid to acknowledge it?"

You looked at him, clearly annoyed. "Huh? What kind of accusation is that? Why would I hate Child?"

Haruchiyo shifted slightly on the bed. "Umm... nee—Shin-nii didn't mean it that way, I'm sure," he said carefully. Then he looked at Shin. "Shin-nii, I don't think nee meant anything bad."

You gently held Haruchiyo's arm to calm him down. "Calm down, calm down. You don't need to worry about this," you said softly. "Shin-kun's just acting strange today. Don't worry and focus on healing."

Shinichiro watched you quietly. Were you always this kind back then?  All he remembered from his memory of that constant cycle of toxic relationship: where you always nag about something stupid he get offended by end both of you calling each other names after fight end up crying like idiot. Maybe he should try his best this time so it won't fucked up like it did back then. 

Just then the door opened and  Takeomi entered the room.

 Shin tried to speak carefully. "Oi Takeomi—"

Takeomi ignored him and sat heavily on the bench beside Haruchiyo's bed, refusing to even look at either of them.

He rubbed his face tiredly before muttering, "Fuck... man, I hate my life. I'm such a failure... failed at everything...I lost my money....raising my brother." His voice dropped lower as he glanced at Haruchiyo. "My stupid brother... if he hadn't touched Mikey's stupid plane he wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Hearing that made you feel bad for him. You slowly stood up and walked toward the bench, intending to sit beside Takeomi.

But Shinichiro quickly moved first and sat down next to Takeomi. Though in his head he can't let you be closed to any of his friends not this time. However he kept his face calm and spoke politely. "You should step outside for a bit."

You stared at him, finding his behavior extremely strange and honestly annoying, but you didn't argue. With a small sigh you left the room.

Takeomi glanced toward Haruchiyo, who had fallen asleep while clutching the blanket tightly.

"He seems comfortable around Y/N....I'm glad she's so helpful. I wish I was like her... or like you, Shin."

Shin gave a small nod. "She's naturally good at taking care of childrens," he said. "Anyway, the doctor said we should be lenient with Haruchiyo for now. Try to go easy on him. I talked to Manjiro... he feels extremely guilty."

Takeomi let out a tired breath. "What's the use of guilt? He already did enough damage." After a pause he continued firmly, "I've decided something. Haru and Senju won't enter the Sano house anymore without me around. I don't trust that child."

Shinichiro felt a sharp stab of guilt hearing that, but he couldn't completely blame Takeomi either. "You should get some rest," Shin said quietly.

Takeomi nodded slowly and stepped outside for some air.

Shin stayed behind  he noticed something strange. Haruchiyo's eyes were still closed, but his breathing wasn't steady. The kid had been listening the whole time.

Shin walked closer and spoke softly. "Hey, Haruchiyo... it must be hard for you. But... can you still be friends with Manjiro? I'll make sure he won't act like—"

Haruchiyo suddenly opened his eyes slightly and smiled. "Of course Mikey is my best friend forever" He slowly raised his hand toward Shin. 

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Edited note: ngl half these dialogues I translated were inspired by my irl friends so I'm not sure if they make sense. The name of this story I took randomly. Later, I realized it was similar to some song, nvm I hope you guys enjoy this

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A deceitful Flower

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Order to read: Chapter 1

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2

Evening was the only time Naoya ever allowed himself to be quiet. The onsen steamed softly as the sky darkened, cicadas humming beyond the stone walls. He leaned back against the edge, eyes closed, heat loosening the tension in his shoulders. No servants. No elders. No obligations. Just water and silence.

Then fabric slid to the floor. Naoya opened one eye and immediately wished he hadn't.

You stepped into the bath without hesitation, robe discarded like it meant nothing, sinking into the water with a satisfied sigh. For a second, he just stared, irritation and disbelief tangling in his chest before he snapped his gaze away.

"What the hell are you doing?" he barked. "Have you lost all sense of shame? Stripping like that in front of your husband—do you know what kind of sin you're committing?"

You rolled your eyes, completely unbothered, settling deeper into the heat. "We're married, Naoya. And I wanted to relax. That's it."

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, leaning back again like this was beneath him, even as his ears burned. "You're impossible."

He told himself not to look. He failed almost instantly.

Even with the water covering most of you, the way you leaned back so comfortably, skin flushed from the heat, expression soft and pleased—it was distracting. Annoyingly so. He'd never shared an onsen with a woman before. Ever. There were always rules. Separation. Distance.

Now he was stuck in hot water with his gorgeous wife, and his composure was hanging by a thread.

You caught him staring. Your lips curled into a slow, smug smirk. "Aww," you teased lightly, "Naoya-kun... can't wait to consummate me?"

His face went hot all at once.

"Don't say stupid shit," he snapped, jerking his head away. "As if I'd be desperate enough to touch you."

You tilted your head. "Oh?"

He scoffed, arrogance snapping back into place like armor. "If anything," he continued coldly, "it'd be you crawling over here. Begging me. Crying for me to fuck you."

You stared at him for a moment—then laughed, actually laughed. "You're unbelievable. Completely delusional."

"Tch. You're enjoying this way too much," he shot back.

"Why wouldn't I?" you replied sweetly, stretching just enough to irritate him. "I married into the Zen'in clan. I deserve the best baths."

"You're spoiled," he muttered.

"So are you."

That earned him a sharp glare, but he didn't deny it. He sank a little deeper into the water, jaw tight. "You talk too much."

"And you stare too much."

"...Watch it."

You leaned back again, eyes half-lidded, clearly pleased. "You're cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not flustered."

"You're red," you poke his cheek

"It's the heat."

You smiled wider. "Sure it is."

The estate was quieter after the onsen, the air carrying the faint scent of minerals and clean linen. You changed into a pale yukata, hair still damp but neatly brushed, sleeves folded just right. The kind of appearance that drew approval without trying.

Naoya noticed the shift immediately as you walked beside him toward the dining hall, steps measured, hands folded loosely in front of you.

"Don't overdo it," he muttered without looking at you.

You blinked. "Overdo... what?"

He clicked his tongue. "That act."

"I'm just being polite," you replied gently.

That answer annoyed him more than a lie would have.

Dinner was already laid out when you arrived. A few elders were seated, conversation low and restrained. When you bowed, it wasn't deep or dramatic—just correct. Respectful. The kind of bow that said I know where I stand, not I'm trying to impress you.

"Good evening," you said softly.

Several heads turned. One of the older women smiled at once. "Ah. Naoya's wife."

You stepped slightly closer to Naoya, not touching him, but close enough to read as unity. "I hope I'm not late."

"Not at all," an elder replied. "Please, sit."

You waited just a second until Naoya took his seat first. That detail didn't go unnoticed. As the meal progressed, you spoke little. When you did, it was brief, thoughtful. You asked about the food, praised it once without excess, listened more than you talked. When tea needed pouring, you reached for the pot naturally, not hurried, not eager.

Naoya watched from the corner of his eye, irritation creeping in.

"You've adapted quickly," one of the elders said. "Life here isn't easy."

You smiled faintly. "I'm still learning. But I don't want to cause trouble."

Naoya scoffed quietly. Causing trouble was exactly what you were good at—when no one else was watching.

Someone laughed softly. "You're considerate. That's rare."

You dipped your head. "I was raised to be."

Naoya's chopsticks paused midair. Raised to be? You'd been bratty in the onsen less than an hour ago.

When the conversation shifted to clan matters, you went quiet again, eyes lowered—not out of submission, but discretion. You knew when not to speak. That, more than anything, earned respect.

To everyone else, you were the picture of an ideal wife. A gentle young woman who knew her place You spoke softly, bowed when expected, and never contradicted your husband in public. You walked a step behind Naoya.  But to Naoya it annoyed him. as you weren't so sweet and nice to him during Onsen. 

However at night Naoya real test began now.

 As per The challenge he won't touch you without your consent untill you don't kneel down and begged him to fuck every inch of your damn body for that  he need to be self controlled make sure you get in your place. 

however you slept in futon as if you own the place. He barely get any space in his side as you kept rolling into him. Finally he somehow sleep he feel something your chest was pressing his back it give him shocked feeling but didn't complain as you look so adorable.

But the moment he lay down, his confidence took its first hit.

You sprawled across the futon as if it belonged to you, limbs loose and unbothered, rolling freely in your sleep. Every time he shifted, you somehow followed, stealing more of his space without even waking. By the time he realized it, he was clinging to the very edge of his side, jaw clenched in irritation.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. Sometime later, he almost sleep until Your chest was pressed against his back, now, close enough that he could feel your warmth, the soft weight of you settled there without permission. He can fell your body   His breath caught in surprise, instinct screaming at him to shove you away.

But he can't after all You looked peaceful.  Innocent in a way that made complaining feel ridiculous. Naoya clicked his tongue quietly, staring at the wall. Because he couldn't very well scold you for something you were doing in your sleep.

Next day he woke up not to some chipping of birds but to the smell that didn't belong it wasnt exactly foul but more like a burning of something.  He was on his feet instantly, sliding the side door open and stepping outside. The sight in the courtyard made his breath hitch in disbelief.

A pile of fabric smoldered near the stone path. which seems like your kimonos  Every one of them reduced to blackened silk and ash.

You were crouched on the ground in a wrinkled yukata, hair completely loose, sleeves slipping down your arms, crying like your life had ended while poking at the fire with a stick like it had personally betrayed you.

"What are you doing?" he shouted, storming toward you. "Have you completely lost your mind?!"

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you to your feet, grip tight, temper worse.

"Burning your clothes? In the middle of the estate?" His voice rose with every word. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've caused me?!"

"I—I'm sorry," you choked, barely able to stand as tears spilled freely. "I didn't mean to—"

"Don't give me excuses!" Naoya snapped. "You act all proper in front of everyone, and then you pull something this stupid—"

"I hated them," you cried. "They were suffocating ugly and cheep."

"They were clothes," he barked. "Not a curse object."

The shouting carried. Too far. Servants came running first, then members of the clan, panic spreading fast as whispers flew—Fire? The estate? They gathered at the quarters only to find Naoya towering over you, shouting, while you stood trembling in a messed-up yukata, sobbing openly.

But soon, everyone parted as Naobito entered. He took one look at the fire, then at you, and then at his son, who was yelling like a spoiled tyrant first thing in the morning. Naobito’s gaze snapped to him.

“Enough.”

Naoya, annoyed, tried to rebel. “Old man, this doesn’t concern you—”

But Naobito’s voice boomed over him. “You’re my guest,” he said to you, calmer now. “And my friend’s daughter. You will not be made to cry in this house.”

You bowed your head slightly. "I'm sorry for causing trouble."

Naoya clenched his jaw. "You're enjoying this."

Naobito turned back to his son. "Lower your voice. You're married man now. Act like it."

Naoya laughed under his breath. "You have no idea what you married me to."

You stepped closer to Naobito, keeping your posture perfect, voice soft and gentle. “Please don’t be angry,” you whispered. “I’ll behave.” Then you bowed deeply. “I’m so sorry, Naoya-sama. It’s all my fault… I guess we were just… being ourselves.”

Naobito’s eyes softened as he looked at you, the stern lines of his face easing. “You… you remind me of Udo,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “A calm, proper lady. I’m grateful to see that my only friend’s daughter has grown into someone like you… and that I’ve found someone like you for my spoiled, arrogant son.”

Naoya, naturally, barely seemed to care. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression a perfect mask of bored irritation. “Mm,” he muttered, not looking particularly impressed.

Naobito’s gaze snapped to his son, cane tapping sharply on the floor. “And you! Stop standing there like an idiot! Show some respect! She is your wife now, and I will not have you embarrassing her!”

Naoya clicked his tongue lazily. “Relax, old man. She’s fine. I’ll survive,” he said with a smirk, clearly unconcerned.

Naobito didn’t flinch. “Enough of your nonsense. You’re going to the market with her. Buy your wife what she needs. Be a man for once in your life.”

Naoya froze, incredulous. “You’re serious?”

“Very serious,” Naobito said, voice flat and unyielding. “Consider it… character building.”

Naoya clicked his tongue again, muttering under his breath, but he knew there was no arguing with that tone. Finally, he exhaled and shot you a look somewhere between irritation and reluctant surrender. “Fine. Let’s go. But if you buy half the city, don’t expect me to carry your bags.”

You tilted your head sweetly, bowing once more. “Thank you, Naoya-sama. I promise to behave… mostly.”

He rolled his eyes but reached out his arm for you, letting you link with him as you left the estate. Even as he grumbled about spoiled daughters of jujutsu families, there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his eyes—you had already managed to make him a little… compliant.

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