Hii!! I just requested 12 + J + 🌸🔥 and pls make it a fem reader :3 smth like reader izana and kakucho were both in the same orphanage and after years they see eachtoher again, like kakucho gets badly injured in a fight so he goes to her cuz he stalked her address and just knocks on her door or smth like that! Again, I love ur writing sm!! Pls never stop writing
Tysm for your request and kind words, I hope you’ll like it! I took the liberty of making it Bonten! Kakucho
NSFW under the cut
It was 3am when you heard the first knock on your door. You had been unable to find sleep, for a reason that escaped you.
You wondered if you should ignore it. You weren’t waiting for anyone, and the late hour made you nervous. Perhaps it was a neighbor? Maybe they needed help? That thought encouraged you to go see.
You walked slowly, as if scared that an intruder might hurt you if you made any noise. The person knocked again, softer this time. As you looked through the peephole, your face drained colors.
A face you hadn’t seen in years now, taller and older, but unmistakable. It wasn’t the dark hair or the eyes, but the scar. So familiar you felt your hands shake.
Kakucho.
The orphanage was a place of dirty walls and shared grief. But for a huge part of your life, it had been your whole world. Especially them. Izana and Kakucho.
It all came back in flashes. The meals you shared, the night where they comforted you because you were scared of the dark, the promises made. The promise to never leave each other.
Izana was the first one to leave, you never heard of his again after. Kakucho followed soon after. You remembered his tone the day he left. The way he said it was for the better, that they were in a path you couldn’t follow. It was the last time you heard of them.
You hesitated, but ultimately opened the door. You couldn’t see him more clearly now.
His hair was slightly longer, he had grown tall, and his eyes no longer had that light in them. But that wasn’t your concern right now. The small light of your living room made his figure clearer, and now you could see it. His bloodied shoulder, his busted lip, his bruised knuckles. You felt your head spin, lips burning with questions that wouldn’t come out. He broke the stupor.
- "Can I come in?.." His voice was hardened by whatever he’d gone through, but there was a crack at the edge of it.
You swallowed thickly, not uttering a word as you opened the door wider. It might have been dangerous. After all, you hadn’t seen him in years. For all you knew, he could hurt you. But something in his eyes, that affection buried under the harshness of his expression, barely visible, made you reconsider.
He stepped inside your apartment, immediately leaning against the wall with a pained groan. This made you panic again, and you urged him to sit on the couch.
When you closed the door behind him, the silence became heavier. Years of unanswered questions stood between you, but the blood running down his arm forced them aside for now.
Kakucho followed your gaze toward the couch but didn’t move immediately. His eyes wandered across the small apartment, taking in the books scattered on the table, the half-finished cup of tea beside your bed, every insignificant detail of the life you had built without him.
- "You live alone?"
- "You don’t get to disappear for years and come back interrogating me."
The sharpness in your voice made him look at you again. For a second, something almost guilty passed through his expression, then he lowered himself onto the couch without arguing.
You retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom and knelt beside him. Up close, the damage looked worse. His jacket had hidden most of it, but the fabric of his shirt was torn around his shoulder, wet with blood. It looked way worse under direct light. You grabbed your phone, typing a number.
- "I-I should call an ambulance…"
But before you could hit the call button, he grabbed the phone with such force that it made you flinch. You looked at him, the understanding of the situation coming slowly.
- "No ambulance. No police, no doctors, nothing. I’m fine." He let out another pained groan he tried to suppress.
- "Do you think I’m stupid?! You clearly aren’t!"
Your voice was shaky, and your eyes were burning. It was all too much. Seeing him again after so many years, the wound on his shoulder that looked serious, the fact he didn’t want anyone else involved for some unclear yet obviously grim reason. You let out a shuddering breath, trying to calm down.
- "Take off your shirt, stay here while I get… I don’t know, anything…"
You moved quickly, the bathroom was so small you barely searched before finding the first aid kit that you never even had to use before. Would it even be enough? You swallowed to anxiety, going back to the main room.
When you came back, he was shirtless. You tried not to stare at the body revealed beneath it, but it was impossible not to notice how much he had changed. The skinny boy from the orphanage had grown broad and strong, his skin marked by scars you had never seen. But something else caught your eyes. The tattoo on the left side of his chest. A symbol you knew too well from frightening news on TV and whispers. Subconsciously, you took a step back.
He looked at you, something like hurt flashing on his face, before he quickly buried it.
- "Im sorry… you shouldn’t have to see this. I just… I had to see you."
You were still shaking, but his words seemed so honest. You should’ve said no. You should’ve asked him to leave, and maybe called the police after. But you couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you like that. Maybe underneath it all, he was still the same person you knew.
You sat down next to him, the smell of antiseptic quickly filling the room. The wound looked like a knife injury. You didn’t ask, you were scared of the answer.
- "How did you find where I lived?.."
Assuming both Kakucho and the reader are adults.
- "How did you find where I lived?.."
Kakucho didn’t answer immediately. His eyes followed the movement of your hands as you soaked a piece of gauze in antiseptic, his expression tightening before you even pressed it against the wound.
- "I looked for you."
- "That doesn’t explain how you got my address."
He exhaled slowly through his nose, remaining unnaturally still while you cleaned the blood from his shoulder. You knew it hurt from the tension in his jaw, but he didn’t complain. Kakucho had always been like that, even as a child. He would hide scraped knees and bruises until you noticed them yourself, convinced that admitting pain would only make him a burden.
- "I found you a few months ago." He eventually admitted. "I followed you home."
Your hand stopped against his skin, eyes finding his.
- "You followed me?"
- "Only once."
The answer came too quickly. You narrowed your eyes, and he looked away.
- "A few times…" He corrected quietly. "I needed to know you were safe."
- "You knew where I lived for months, but you never thought about knocking?"
There was more hurt in your voice than anger now. Kakucho noticed, his gaze returning to your face as you began wrapping the bandage around his shoulder.
- "I thought about it every time." He muttered.
- "Then why didn’t you?"
His uninjured hand curled into a fist against his thigh. He had walked into your home covered in blood without flinching, yet that simple question seemed to unsettle him more than the knife wound.
- "Because I couldn’t handle the thought of putting you in danger."
Your fingers faltered. You tied the bandage off more slowly, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting. Kakucho’s knees bracketed yours, his bare chest only a few inches away, every scar across his body illuminated by the weak light of your living room.
- "You left me…" You whispered. "You and Izana decided I couldn’t follow you, and neither of you even gave me a choice." Your voice was shaking a bit now.
Pain crossed his face, too open to mistake for anything else.
- "We were already involved in things that would’ve destroyed your life."
- "And you think disappearing didn’t?"
Kakucho lowered his eyes. There was no defense he could offer, and he knew it.
You should have remained angry. You had spent years imagining everything you would say if you ever saw him again, but none of those fantasies had included him sitting half-naked on your couch, exhausted and looking at you like this was the only place he had felt safe in a while.
Your fingers moved toward his face before you could reconsider. You carefully wiped the dried blood from his split lip, and Kakucho became completely still beneath your touch.
- "Why tonight?"
His eyes lifted to yours, the silence stretching painfully.
- "The fight went wrong. I didn’t know how bad the wound was, and I…" He paused, visibly struggling with the admission. "I wanted to see you in case I didn’t get another chance."
The cloth slipped from your hand.
- "Don’t say that."
- "It’s the truth."
- "You don’t get to come back into my life just to die in my apartment."
Your voice broke, and Kakucho’s expression changed immediately. His hand rose to your face, hesitating for a brief second before his thumb brushed beneath your eye.
- "I’m sorry."
The softness of his touch hurt more than the apology. You leaned into his palm despite yourself, and the familiarity of the gesture made your chest ache. His hands were rougher now, his knuckles bruised and calloused, but you still remembered those same fingers laced through yours beneath thin orphanage blankets whenever you were frightened.
- "I waited for you…" Your voice was barely a whisper, the admission hurting your chest.
His breath caught, barely audible. Kakucho’s fingers slid behind your neck, but he didn’t pull you closer. He only held you there, leaving the remaining distance between you untouched.
- "I never stopped wanting to come back."
You kissed him before he could say anything else.
For a moment, he seemed too surprised to react. Then his hand tightened gently behind your neck, and he kissed you back with years of restraint breaking beneath the surface. His mouth moved against yours carefully at first, as though he feared one wrong movement might make you regret it, but the sound you made when his tongue brushed yours destroyed what remained of his control.
He drew you closer until your knees pressed against the couch. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and the kiss deepened, becoming hungry without turning careless. Even now, Kakucho touched you as though he couldn’t forget how easily this could disappear.
You climbed onto his lap before remembering the wound. His face tightened when your hand landed too close to his injured shoulder, and you immediately pulled back.
- "We shouldn’t. You’re hurt."
- "I’ve been hurt before."
- "Thats not…" You sighed, looking away.
You tried to move, but his hands settled around your waist. He didn’t force you to remain there, only held you loosely enough that you could leave whenever you wanted.
- "I won’t do anything you don’t want." He said. "But don’t stop because you think I don’t want this."
His gaze lowered to your mouth, and the hunger there made warmth spread through your body.
- "You’re bleeding through the bandage." You stated, voice stern.
- "Then stay right here…" His voice was low, hands massaging your waist while you stayed on his lap.
Despite everything, a startled laugh escaped you. The corner of his mouth lifted, and for the first time that night, you caught a glimpse of the boy you remembered. Kakucho watched your reaction, his expression softening before you kissed him again.
His hands slipped beneath your nightshirt, palms spreading over your waist and moving slowly upward. You shivered as his thumbs traced the underside of your breasts, and he paused long enough to search your face for uncertainty.
You answered by lifting your arms and letting him pull the shirt over your head. Kakucho stared openly. The intensity of his gaze made you instinctively try to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists gently and lowered them.
- "Please don’t."
The quiet sincerity in his voice stopped you. He released your hands and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the center of your chest before trailing kisses toward one breast. His tongue circled your nipple, and your hips shifted against him before you could control the movement.
His breath left him roughly. You could feel him hardening beneath you, the pressure trapped between your thighs and his trousers. Pleasure tightened low in your stomach. You gripped his hair as he sucked gently, his tongue working over the sensitive peak before his teeth grazed it. The sharp sensation made you rock against him again, and his hands immediately closed around your hips.
He guided you over the growing hardness beneath you, his forehead briefly resting against your chest as a strained breath escaped him.
- "You’re making it difficult to be careful."
- "Stop talking."
You caught his mouth again while your fingers worked at his belt. Kakucho helped you open his trousers, lifting his hips just enough for you to push them down with his underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. The sight made your mouth dry.
You wrapped your fingers around him, and his entire body tensed. Kakucho rarely allowed his expression to betray him, but his eyes closed when you stroked upward, thumb spreading the precum over the head.
His hand slipped beneath your shorts in retaliation. Rough fingertips pushed your underwear aside and moved through the wetness gathered between your thighs. You gasped into his mouth when he found your clit, rubbing it with slow, controlled circles that immediately weakened the rhythm of your hand.
He watched your face closely, learning from every change in your breathing. One finger eased inside you, curling until your thighs tightened around his hips. When he added another, the stretch forced your forehead against his uninjured shoulder.
- "Is that good?" He muttered, his voice rough with desire.
You nodded and he picked up the pace, kissing your temple as his fingers moved deeper while his thumb worked over your clit. The pleasure built too quickly, sharpened by the years of wanting him that you had refused to acknowledge. Your hips moved against his hand, and he watched you with an almost reverent hunger until you caught his wrist.
- "I want you… Please."
His composure cracked. He withdrew his fingers and reached for his trousers, finding a condom in his wallet. You watched him roll it down his length before lifting yourself above him, your knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hips. Kakucho held your waist as you guided him to your entrance.
The thick head pushed inside, stretching you slowly enough to make your breath shake. Kakucho’s fingers flexed against your waist, but he didn’t rush you, his jaw tight with the effort of remaining still.
You sank down inch by inch until he was fully buried inside you. The fullness made your thighs tremble, and Kakucho released a rough groan, his forehead falling against yours.
- "Fuck… I thought about this too many times…"
You kissed him, allowing yourself a moment to adjust before lifting your hips. The first movement drew a broken breath from him. You repeated it, slowly finding a rhythm, the drag of his cock sending heat through your stomach each time you lowered yourself.
Kakucho tried to let you remain in control, but his restraint weakened quickly. His uninjured hand tightened around your hip, guiding your movements while he thrust upward to meet you. The deeper angle made you cry out, your nails digging into his chest as pleasure shot through you.
He kissed you hard, swallowing the sound while his hand slipped between your bodies. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in time with each thrust until your rhythm became desperate and uneven.
Your thighs burned, but Kakucho held you steady, fucking up into you with increasing force. The quiet man who had barely spoken at your door was gone now, replaced by something rawer, his control stripped away by every tightening of your body around him.
- "Kakucho… I’m close."
His pace became more focused. He watched your face as his thumb moved faster, thrusting deep enough to make your breath break.
The tension snapped suddenly. Pleasure tore through you, your body clenching around him while his name left your mouth. Kakucho pulled you against his chest and continued moving through it, his rhythm finally losing its precision.
He came with a low groan against your neck, holding you tightly as his hips jerked beneath you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your breathing slowly settled, and Kakucho’s hand traced your back with unexpected tenderness.
Then you noticed the fresh blood seeping through his bandage.
- "You’re an idiot."
He chuckled weakly, kissing you neck with uncharacteristic softness.
You carefully climbed off him and cleaned both of you before replacing the ruined gauze. Kakucho accepted your scolding without protest, sitting at the edge of your bed while you worked.
When you finally lay down, he hesitated beside you as though he still expected to be told to leave. You lifted the blanket instead.
- "You don’t get to leave now…"
His eyes remained fixed on you, hesitation crossing his face. You knew what that meant. The risk, the danger that followed him everywhere, but you couldn’t care less right now.
You touched the scar beside his eye, letting your thumb follow its familiar path.
- "I need to know what happened… what is gonna happen, too."
Kakucho nodded, then pulled you carefully against his uninjured side. His lips pressed against your forehead, and his arm tightened around your waist.
- "I’ll tell you whatever you want."
For the first time in years, you fell asleep without wondering where he was, without worrying.
