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Apartment 444 | Fem/Yakuza!AU

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“This is stupid...” Talking to himself, he was pondering about the situation at hand: while Yasutomo was sick of collecting debt money from door to door of tenants and he had his trustworthy (yet look-alike workers) to do so, there was one person in particular he ended up going to frequently even though it no longer was his duty. Apartment nr. 444 -- no Japanese tenant wanted to rent this place due to the superstition surrounded the deadly number 4, so he could only wonder about that redhead girl who had no issue with said apartment. In the beginning, he was curious about her being so unfazed about the superstition, wondering if she was perhaps not as Japanese as he considered her to be (perhaps she was a natural redhead? It would be a rarity around here, but either way, it was quite interesting) -- but the more they ‘interacted’, the more he was more so surprised about her inviting and kind nature towards him. People usually tried to talk as little as possible, sliding money through a mere slit between the door and the doorframe -- she, however, was fine leaving the door wide-open and sometimes asking him to come inside as if he was a friend or an acquaintance, offering him dinner and cookies at times, it bewildered him. But on the other hand, it also made him more curious about her.

Each time, Kuroda and Imaizumi suggested to take the route where the redhead resided, he interfered and said that it was alright if he took that route; he almost felt like a fool for acting up like that, but either way, it was a nice change to sometimes be treated like a human being instead of a monster.

As he stood in front of her apartment nr. 444, he hesitatingly rang the doorbell and waited for her to open up. There was a strong smell of chocolate or cookies coming from inside the apartment, so he was prepared for her taking a little longer opening the door if she was busy in the kitchen. 

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“ sorry — i think we are going the same way? “ shinkai asked, laughing awkwardly at the man’s exaggeration ( ? ). did it really seem as if he was attempting to stalk the man? he thought he’d kept a good distance between the two of them, though maybe that made it seem more suspicious than courteous.

Surely, they may have went the same way and all, but Tsuji was just naturally paranoid -- mostly when it came to humans -- taking a good look at the redhead before huffing under his breath. “Ah... aren’t you with that loudmouth who gives me nice names like ‘gloomy kid’ and such?” Though he more so talked to himself than Hayato, nonetheless, it must’ve been audible.

Before he could get involved in a deeper conversation (if one could call it such), he turned to proceed on his way, pushing his bicycle next to him as he was on the way to the hotel; InHigh was not over yet, even though he was out of the competition already thanks to their ace. Perhaps that was also why he had such a piss-poor mood ---- considering that the other was clearly from the crème de la crème HakoGaku. And despite this being his last year, he was unable to finish it with flying colours. Way to castrate a man without removing his genitalia.

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Red-Haired Maiden | Past Life!AU

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Ever since he left the army -- despite leaving behind his friends and somewhat-families -- Arakita felt like a reborn human. The pressure of taking orders from a master was no longer his, the wild and free life of a ronin suit him a lot more. Surely, he was not looked upon very fondly -- some people nudged him to approach Imaizumi-sama to work as his samurai -- but that was certainly not what a wildchild such as Yasutomo wanted. 

Hydrangea were blooming in the late-summer, a sign that soon, the rainy days would follow, a relief from the humid heat that rested its head onto the shoulders of the country where the sun would rise. Cicadas breaking the silence of nature with their song, as he was stepping down the stony road near the shrine. He heard the prayers and songs filling the air -- what fools they were... praying to a God -- to Gods -- if they were as powerful as they were believed to be, how come someone as unfit as Midousuji would be the koshaku? Absolutely ridiculous. 

In the midst of the prayers and singing, Yasutomo clearly heard the voice of a female; despite the fact that this must’ve been a very god-loving person, devoted and whatnot, her voice sounded like the blooming sakura trees would look in early spring; vivid, colourful, dainty, empowering and prideful. 

As he stopped by the stairs that led up to the Tori, up to the shrine, he looked left and right for nobody to see him, ascending the stairs to the shrine, walking through the middle of the Tori like someone who did not fear the wrath and the pride of the Gods.

Walking over towards the building, he stood before the chouzuya, but refusing to clean himself, thus walking over to the toushouguu. As he saw the ema, he stood right there, taking a look at the wooden plaques that bore wishes and prayers of other people; money, fame, love, health, the usual. Without noticing that the prayers were over and done with -- and a female figure approaching him -- he spoke his mind, “About time someone was praying for more brain...” sounding just as bitter as usually.

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        “ Yasutomo, I told you!! I saw someone there!! “ Hayato cried out when the other tried to tell him that he was just mistaking his own shadow for another person. Of course someone stubborn like Yasutomo would refuse such a thing, since he probably thought the redhead was being paranoid about being out so late– which may have been true. But, he was positive that whatever he had seen wasn’t just his own shadow. There was someone else out there, but the taller seemed to brush such a fact off with ease.

      It was relieving to have the man hold his hand– no matter how rough said gesture may have been– though that didn’t change the fact that he wanted Yasutomo to acknowledge the fact that there was someone there with them.

“Haya-chan!” The blackhaired male exclaimed in annoyance, tugging on his hand to pull him closer and to get his attention to himself, so that the smaller would rather concentrate on Arakita than the shadow phantoms he made up out of sheer paranoia.

“You listen here now... ain’t nobody there but us.” Yasutomo could be an asshole and decide that they’d go and watch some horror movies in the cinema before going home for good ---- but actually, he was an asshole like that, so why not?

Walking on with his boyfriend, he eyed him for a short moment before grinning and deciding their direction; which was neither to Shinkai’s nor to Arakita’s place.

“I say... we should go and watch a movie together -- maybe that’ll get you different thoughts. Maybe they have some R18 Disney movies? Snow White Bukkake and the seven dwarf penises... Tangled Kamasutra edition... Monster Dicks Inc.... Beauty and the Beast Testicles... mhmmm...” Of course, he was just pulling the other’s leg there.

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“Care to explain why you were attempting to kidnap me?”

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A little too close | Fem!AU

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Yuuto considered herself lucky; if the Shinkai siblings had been boys instead of girls, people surely would turn their heads each and every time the younger would be a little too close to her older sister ---- not only was she on the spectrum of the touchy-feely-society but also she was that kind of person who practically would not leave her sister’s side, no matter what. Some would call it an obsession and being possessive in an unhealthy amount, but to her, it was simply the way of showing just how much she loved and admired Hayato.

It wasn’t rare that she’d sneak her hands in a manner to cup a feel of her soft and huge boobs, even going as far as to motorboat the readhead’s rack -- perhaps she was even luckier that Hayato was both a rather laid-back personality and didn’t take herself too serious, but perhaps also the fact that she was a rather airhead-ish and aloof personality and (maybe) wasn’t as aware of the feelings involved as one would be. But Yuuto could only guess, for she was not able to look into the other’s head.

While the other sibling was busy preparing dinner and cookies, the black-haired girl approached her from behind, wrapped her arms around the taller and shamelessly grabbed the woman’s chest, squeezing the soft breasts in her palms as she was sulky about the fact that there had been a layer of fabrics blocking out the feeling of skin on skin; though, again, she considered herself lucky that the woman hardly wore bras when she was at home, so the imagination was fed properly. “もうぅー” The younger girl whined, grabbing the other’s chest a little rougher. “It’s not fair that yours are so much bigger, no wonder everyone considers me a tomboy if I have zero curves... can’t you just give me some of yours, Hayato~?” Burying her face against the other’s back, she kept on squeezing the woman’s breasts almost like a cat would knead a human’s body. 

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Pamper Me! | Fems!AU

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She would be lying if she said she was not enjoying their afternoons together; even if Yuuto was not that big on pampering herself with face masks and whatnot, she always loved to spend time with her big sister. And ever since she hung out with that yankee more often than anything else, she had gotten more and more jealous about it, her possessive nature showing. Surely, she was no angel herself, bringing home these bad guys on the regular -- but she had been seeing one guy in particular for quite some time now and it must’ve been a shocker that the tomboy would finally settle for someone instead of picking a fight instantly. 

But for now, it was all about her oneesan and she loved it.

Letting her older sister apply a face mask onto her, she merely closed her eyes and leaned her face forward as they both sat on the floor of Hayato’s bedroom, she loved the feeling of her palms pressing against her face so gently -- sometimes, she wished that she could have a partner just as soft and dainty as the redhead... she could fall asleep right then and there with all these touches.

“Oi, what’s that face mask for though? What’s it doing?” 

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Perhaps if he ignored it a little harder, this wouldn’t bother him as much?

Shinkai took it upon himself to introduce even more banana-flavoured things into his diet; the energy bars weren’t enough, whenever they went out eating, he’d pick anything with said flavour. Ice cream, smoothies, pancakes, energy drinks, well down to the most obvious thing -- a banana. 

While the redhead loved to eat and eat en masse, he also kept talking about not gaining too much weight (which Yasutomo did not understand where that came from in general, considering the man was a walking talking skeleton -- oftentimes compared to that KyoFushi climber whom he ever-so-lovingly called gloomykid -- and he would not complain about gaining some weight and thus some muscles), so, Hayato tended to eat more healthy. More veggies, more fruits. Bananas really came in handy then, for the man was so in love with their flavour. 

Though, there had been one tiny issue.

All the while the other was taking off the peel of that rather phallic looking fruit, Yasutomo’s eyes wandered off to watch his hand work so gently and skilfully; it surely was mesmerising. And despite how he felt almost filthy for his thoughts, his eyes didn’t show the panic mode just yet.

It was inevitable though, the longer he’d watch the other, the more nervous he’d become, going as afar as to cross his legs and attempting to stare elsewhere... though, now the best part was coming: Hayato actually eating the damn thing. Waiting in anticipation for that, his eye started twitching -- he did not even notice his mouth part the slightest upon watching the other man doing so in order to eat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and praying that the redhead would not catch a glimpse of that rough look... almost like a feral animal in heat.