#kisaki x reader

[dreamerimpossible]

Relationship Headcanons

Warnings: 18+ content, unhealthy relationships, typical canon violence, threats, toxic behavior, manipulation, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older.

Important:This analysis is my own and is not intended to dismiss others. Throughout the headcanon, I provide certain personality descriptions that attempt to be vague or broad enough to appeal to all types of readers. I apologize in advance if I haven't succeeded. It's important to mention that, unlike the relationship analysis I did with Slashers, I didn't take any creative liberties here. Everything I put here is what I genuinely believe would happen with each character. Finally, remember that fiction is fiction, and these dynamics should never be replicated in real life.

Characters: Mikey (Manjiro Sano), Kazutora Hanemiya, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma.

Mikey

Only adult versions of Mikey. I would describe each one, but it's better to provide the most general version possible because they all share common traits.

Mikey and his "dark impulses" act like an iron wall when it comes to relationships. In a purely realistic characterization, we could assume that affective/sexual relationships would be closed off because he locked himself away to avoid hurting anyone else. This version makes perfect sense. But for the sake of the analysis, we will continue.

Mikey, in all his versions, would be terribly distant. He would have conflicting feelings about you: on one hand, you might consciously annoy him, but you wouldn't be to blame for it. In reality, the fact that you have "too human" reactions (crying, laughing, getting excited) would remind him of everything he lost—and everything lost by those who stayed by his side and risked themselves to help him. That would make him colder, more evasive, and cruel. He would hate that you constantly remind him of those he lost, and at times, you would believe the void in his gaze is pure hatred.

If we go deeper into the analysis—without intending to romanticize him through his trauma—we could think that this surface-level hatred hides something much darker: he is cold and evasive because he believes he will lose you too. It is a way of protecting himself to cushion the blow. It’s not something he can mediate or control; it’s just a fucked-up defense strategy developed so he could survive in hostile environments with no future. It might sound terrifying that Mikey, in every version, carries deep within him the idea that you will also die and he will be unable to stop it.

Even so, on the surface, he won't realize this. He will convince you, everyone else, and himself that he only uses you because you are compliant. On the other hand, being with Mikey means you have to bite your tongue. He is not someone you can joke with or treat as an equal; he is not your partner, he is your superior. Any lack of respect will be punished to the extreme. Mikey, for most of his adulthood, is apathetic and empty. He can make cruel decisions with the justification that "everything ends this way eventually," while ignoring that black hole in his chest that drives him to act that way.

I don't mean to ignore that he is just a broken man whose life conditions, interests, and skills forced him into a high-risk environment where he had to endure the death of his loved ones. But unfortunately, this doesn't turn him into a clingy boyfriend who holds onto you as his anchor. In fact, contradictorily, him pulling away and being cold most of the time is the greatest act of affection he could give you. If he didn't care about you, he would let you cling to him, because he wouldn't suffer internally if something bad happened to you.

Finally, what is indisputable is that you would have great security, and if resources allow, you will have everything you need. You will be constantly at risk because his life will never cease to be dangerous. In reality, he could be quite functional at keeping you safe, at the cost of your freedom and ability to choose. He won't ask if you agree; he will simply decide for you. He would have high levels of control, coldness, and evasion. He will order you not to be a traitor; he will tell you exactly what will happen to you if you decide it's a good idea to sleep with someone else or open your mouth to anyone about his business—and you will understand and do nothing to anger him.

Beyond that, I don’t see much. He won't be overtly jealous, possessive, or obsessive. He is what he is at this point: a man capable of locking you up because your presence generates something in him that he cannot, and will not, put a name to at that moment. His "care" will be protecting you while evading your emotions and attachments with a coldness that could hurt you if you are emotionally vulnerable. And that distant, seemingly disinterested attitude is what would make you realize he is trying to protect himself from your inevitable end by his side.

Kazutora

In his adult version, he carries a heavy load of guilt and self-loathing. No matter how much therapy he takes, his structural intensity will make it very difficult for him to rid himself of his destructive self-perception. Deep down, he will always feel like a traitor who has a life he doesn't deserve—one obtained through deception at the cost of his mistakes and the pain of others. He will try to rehabilitate himself and succeed. He will do things better and be quite decent. But a part of him died with his teenage mistakes. He would have to reframe that part in a healthy way for it to coexist with his new growth.

I don't think a toxic or healthy relationship makes a difference for him; the problem is that he is a candidate for both. Listen to me: he isn't easily manipulated, but if you touch a large part of his traumatic core, he could momentarily fall into destructive relationships. This is my headcanon because I think it would be ideal for him to simply follow the "good relationship manual" to the letter, but reality is different. His intensity is repressed by guilt, but it’s still there. He is a very intense person; it’s part of his nature.

And with that comes the other story: a healthy relationship. I used to think this was the ideal scenario—that a person would help him heal his sorrows, accompany him in his process, and be excessively empathetic. This would make him let go and start believing again that he can, in fact, be happy. Fatal error. I realized I wasn't thinking it through. Kazutora is so intense and obsessive that forgiving and understanding isn't enough; he has to remedy the error. That will always be the thorn in his side.

Whether you are toxic or healthy, he will try to do it right. He will set boundaries, talk about what bothers him, and walk with you at night like a normal couple. But his mind will always be fixed on the mistakes he committed and what he could do to mitigate them. It doesn't matter if you are a very good manipulator or a person who helps him improve; his mind will always be elsewhere. That’s just how he is; his obsession and intensity aren't hidden, they just changed direction. And it’s not exactly directed at you.

I couldn't tell you if the relationship would end or not, but I can tell you that you would be with a man who will never be with you entirely. His guilt is too big. He is ashamed of who he is. There will be days when he will be distant and won't want you to look at him too much. Other days, you’ll eat under the starlight and feel like things are resolved. It will be full of highs and lows where you genuinely might want to escape. If you ever have a massive fight, he will completely overflow. He doesn't want to be that impulsive and aggressive Kazutora. The downside is that he sees any hint of a fight as a future "overflow" that could lead to bad decisions. Because of this, it will be exhausting; depending on his state, your words could make him sad or angry.

Even too much understanding on your part could make him uncomfortable. He wouldn't understand how you can accept his "deplorable" actions; he’ll think you’re being manipulative or, at best, too naive. He’ll think you don't see the whole picture or the gravity of what he did. At the same time, if you make him feel too guilty, you don't win either. It’s hard to win with Kazutora.

On the bright side, you could have nice afternoons and conversations when he is stable. A fairly decent and loving sexuality. He will put effort into dates, and you will love it when he is soft and calm. You could be in the same room without speaking—you doing your thing and him, with his melancholy beauty transformed by grief, doing his, his gaze lost and guilty. You’ll sigh quietly. It saddens you that you can't make him forget.

Sanzu

Oh, this man. You’re not going to like me here, and you won't agree with me. Still, I’ll take the risk.

Yes, first and foremost, his loyalty to Mikey is monolithic and unquestionable. He would undoubtedly hurt you if Mikey said so. But this isn't surprising; we all expected it. Mikey will always be his priority. However, compared to other analyses, I don't think Mikey would ever order that. Not because he loves you or likes you, but because Sanzu would remain just as functional and faithful to him even if Mikey didn't care about your existence. He knows that if he calls Sanzu, Sanzu would leave you alone without hesitation to help him. Killing you would be useless, and he doesn't do things that don't matter. So, little masochist, that won't be your problem here. You’ll have worse (and more entertaining) ones, haha.

Sanzu doesn't need to divide his obsessions. What I mean is that Mikey will always be his greatest obsession, but that doesn't negate other fixations—much less important than Mikey, but present nonetheless. He is sadistic; he gets bored. Mikey is everything, but he will indulge in personal pleasures that don't harm the leader. Mainly because he can. Having a person at his disposal who he can keep quiet and compliant doesn't cost him much money or logistics. And betraying Mikey wouldn't be on your agenda, because he wouldn't find a woman who knows how to navigate the underworld. He would find someone normal who has no idea how the hell to get out of his web. That would be his perverse pleasure. And that pleasure would be you.

From here on, there’s a lot of analysis that only makes sense if you understand his personality as a whole and not as an archetype. Sanzu would be abusive, degrading, and sadistic. It would be terrible. It would be the most traumatic relationship of your life. At the same time, he wouldn't let you go and would be terribly obsessive. How do I justify this? No matter who you are or what the hell you whisper in his ear, Sanzu is obsessive by nature. Mikey will always be first, but if he has someone he sleeps with every day, who cries in his ear and whom he can destroy, he will inevitably become hooked. If he keeps you, it’s because he likes you. You will end up enchanting him; it’s inevitable. He is like a parasitic host that feeds on your vitality. He is needy and, at the same time, sadistic and violent.

Let’s move to the next point. In Bonten, he takes a pill. There is an idea that he is a drug addict and would be very unfaithful because of this. Or, in more optimistic analyses, they say he would be faithful except when under the influence. Respectfully, I disagree. In my opinion, Sanzu would never "black out." He is the number two of the most powerful criminal organization. Mikey’s mad dog and right hand. If he loses control, he becomes a risk. There are women and cunning assets there waiting for any moment of weakness. He would probably do drugs, sometimes, using a stimulant that would make him hyper-alert and more functional. He would see everyone else's intentions before they even act, and that would probably lower his libido because he would see in those women's body language that they don't actually want him—that they might even despise him or be secretly afraid. Going out to sleep around repulses him because he always feels like someone is going to stab him in the back. He lives in a state of paranoia.

This is where you win, because he comes home and sees you there—monitored, with indelible marks on your body, your makeup smeared, and your hair a mess. Exactly how he left you. He would feel your racing heart, your sweat, your genuine and messy moans. Your lost gaze. That damn "I love you" about to leave your mouth, a prisoner of his toxicity and intensity. And he would see that it’s all real. So fucking real. And you would be so easy to lock away (in his luxury home) that, for logistics and obsession, he will want to keep breaking you. Always. He is not a man of flings. He is a man who plays and becomes fixed forever when he loves something. You decide if enchanting him is a good or bad thing. (Only I could make this man's fidelity sound terrifying, haha).

Ran Haitani

Here we go, disagreeing again. If I only looked at Ran's aesthetic, the "fandom" version makes sense. But I’m going to look deeper into the logic of everything he’s lived through.

Ran is Rindou's older brother. They both grew up practically alone in the world. I know being a good brother doesn't mean you're a good man—you can be a good brother and a bad guy. Those can coexist. However, while Ran and Rindou like the gang lifestyle and fighting, they didn't seem emotionally connected to the problems that arose (except with Izana in Tenjiku). Afterward, they didn't seem to care much. This leads me to believe his sadism stems from the concept of being a "show." And at the same time, as a survival strategy. It’s not a structural sadism like Sanzu’s.

This is complemented by the fact that Ran is Rindou's provider. His younger brother follows him and respects him with a hint of fear—the kind you have for an older brother who had to play a role that wasn't his. Ran is very good at reading people and environments; you develop those skills when you look after someone younger. He’s had to move in hostile environments since forever. He likely had no one but himself and his brother. That ability to read environments and the fact that he isn't a "sadist by nature" (meaning ruthless and cold just because) makes him a man who would notice your sorrows and your sadness.

Since we take out the idea that he makes others suffer for no reason—that his sadism doesn't feed on unconsciousness but rather the premise of "it's them or us, we’ll win with style"—it makes no sense for him to make you suffer just because through infidelities. You aren't a rival or an enemy; you aren't a potential traitor and you’re nothing like the people Ran has had to deal with. Why would he do that to you? For a "low-class" sadism? Who do you think he is? Hanma?

In reality, I see him as a normal guy who is very social and can enter social circles easily. It’s likely he’s had a couple of relationships that didn't work for other reasons, not because he decided overnight to cheat on the person he chose. I can't say much about Bonten Ran because there’s no info, but his status as a dangerous man doesn't change my analysis. I see him as a guy with sporadic relationships that might progress or not. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Period.

If it does, that’s when he would protect you and teach you how to move in his world so nothing happens to you. But the idea of him being a relentless cheater and extremely cruel doesn't fit with who he actually is beyond the "vibes." He wouldn't be the "best" boyfriend because I think he’d be very passive; I’m not saying he wouldn't try, but he wouldn't put all his effort into the relationship. He’d just let it flow. That fits his usual calm and his ability to lighten the mood. He’s worked hard for everything for Rindou; that’s why I think with a partner, he’d allow himself to be more passive. I also don't think he’d be very picky. That’s why I think Rindou actually makes for a "better" boyfriend (by extension, since Ran is more of a "lukewarm" option). Lukewarm can be good or bad. Ran will know things about you, your reactions, everything. That doesn't change the fact that some of your dates might just be for sleeping (some, not all, haha).

Rindou Haitani

Here we can reconcile. Rindou is the second-best boyfriend in the Tokyo Revengers character book on the Tenjiku scale (referring to adult Rindou), below Kakucho and above Kokonoi.

First, I don't see him as "the best of the worst" because Kakucho would objectively be a good boyfriend and Kokonoi has shown a capacity for attachment. I assume Rindou would be functional, though that doesn't mean he’s a walking green flag—no one is. At the same time, Rindou drinks a lot, likes parties, and his world is generally chaos. I think his functionality as a boyfriend doesn't lie in his personality, but rather in the friction caused by his environment. I don't think he is a "bad option" because he himself would make you suffer, but rather because his routine would make things difficult.

Like Ran, his violence is aesthetic. He enjoys it, but I think he could live without it (his dream is to be a DJ). In my view, you’d have to connect with him, and that would be harder than with Ran because he’s likely less social than his brother (though everyone is compared to Ran's charisma). Once you connect, I think he’d try to distance you because of his lifestyle. The gang/mafia life is no place for just anyone. You’d have to be insistent, but he wouldn't change his routines for you. You could approach him while he’s with friends in the park drinking; he’d look at you seriously but wouldn't kick you out to avoid looking weak in front of others.

You get closer like that, little by little, and he might start opening up. It’s likely most of the time you’d have to approach while Ran is there, and since Ran is pure charisma, he’d make you feel comfortable (while teasing). If you were very insistent, they’d talk between themselves, mocking you a bit; as long as you aren't a stalker, you’ll have opportunities.

In the relationship itself, I think he’d take you to places that don't imply risk for you (like a gang fight). They’d be dates just for the two of you. Often you’ll hang out with both brothers. It would be a fairly "normal" relationship within the realm of possibility. The problem arises when he’s with his friends all day or wakes up drinking and you want more time. In that case, there would be friction—not because he wants to be a heartless idiot, but because he is a man with an ego, used to winning and having the last word. That would clash with your demands, mostly because he isn't used to them. He also wouldn't want to be seen as "soft."

This would cause real problems, but could be easily overlooked because he’ll take you on outings where the risk is low and you can be seen without being harmed. I see it as one of those typical relationships where each has their free time and respects the other's, so that when they meet up, they share a fun time. I see him keeping things superficial. I don't think you could talk about very deep feelings with him. Ran and Rindou are a team with a specific context; that makes them interesting. I rule out them being sadistic idiots to people who haven't done anything to them. But they are interested in aesthetics, recognition, and survival. Talking about deep topics might clash with his need to disconnect and have a good time (justified by the parties, heavy drinking, and impulsivity). In short: a decent boyfriend who buys you what you want, gives you fun moments, and protects you, but with the risk of not having a very deep relationship in terms of complexity.

Kisaki

With Hanma and Kisaki, we’ll definitely agree because they have the clearest profiles in the manga. Both react to attachments and bonds.

Let’s set Hina aside. Pretend he never noticed her, or that his obsession ended, or this happens after. Or pretend she doesn't exist. If you don't reject him, it's a "better" scenario—but very lethal for you.

If he wants to marry you and you don't want to get married in general, that is a rejection to him. He hates feeling rejected. If he wants you not to work, and you do, you’re rejecting him. You see the pattern, right? Yes, it's fun to imagine he’ll give you every luxury and be devoted and compliant. But rejecting him is not something you can do. He will take control of everything. And the worst part is that in his twisted mind, if you reject things like marriage or staying home, it’s just "temporary friction." You aren't rejecting him, but ideas external to him. He is smart; he’ll know how to separate the two. The difference is he will force things until they fit his desires.

He won't give you freedom of choice because you will inevitably be "less intelligent" than him in his eyes. If you were as smart as him, he wouldn't accept you because he doesn't understand love without control. If you were an equal, you’d know where to bend him, and he can't risk that. So he will minimize you and make decisions for you. He’ll keep you away from the gang/mafia world because he’d want to keep you "clean" so you don't develop cunning. He doesn't need you to be quick or witty.

If you’ve lived a life where you’ve had to prove your skills and you’re tired of it and want to turn your brain off, Kisaki is your man. He needs you to be his breather and to feel like he can control you. He doesn't function any other way. He doesn't need constant mental stimulation; he gets that from his business. Plus, he couldn't stand you giving him lessons on what to do. Surprisingly, he would caress your cheek softly. He is obsessive, though always calculating. Both coexist. He’ll want to be soft with you because he’s obsessed, but every word is calculated to trap you in his web.

His fixation would keep you hooked. If you are attracted to him, you are attracted to the darkness. That means you’d love knowing that if you say no, he’ll ruin your life. When you sit and cry because of his control, he will kneel, touch your cheek softly, and tell you to marry him, to live with him. He’ll say he doesn't want to see you stressed, that he’ll give you everything you need. He will be so fucking sweet—this man is a total danger, but so addictive.

Never touch his ego. Never. The difference with other obsessives is that he would go from one extreme to the other: either you obey him or he hurts you because you rejected him. The only thing that would calm him is you saying "yes." He loves the "yes" blooming from your lips. He doesn't need you to be a challenge. He’s not the type to lose interest if you’re clingy; for him, it's better if you’re "easy." It makes it easier to mold you.

It’s likely that if you say yes to this man, you’ll never stop. You’ll live for years in his luxury house with zero freedom and a life you never wanted. He will convince you that this is the best life for both of you. This man is a perfect candidate for those relationships that survive the years but where the other person is totally consumed, constantly thinking, "What if...?" He won't make you shut up, but you will learn not to disappoint or anger him. An obsessive you will love because he’ll see you as perfect, finding no flaws—and at the same time, you’ll hate him for stealing your life and identity.

Hanma

Hanma bores me because he’s predictable. He’s the typical adrenaline seeker. As long as you are entertaining, you’ll have him in the clouds. That won't stop him from seeing other girls from time to time or having reckless behavior. He seeks instant gratification, so all his decisions are based on that. You’ll suffer a lot if you take him too seriously. He’s perfect for a relationship where you just want to live and lose yourself in chaos for a bit. Nothing more. Risk-taking and self-destructive behaviors will be frequent.

He prefers someone he can share the chaos with. This is the only profile where contrast wouldn't be attractive to him. Let me explain: with Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Kisaki, the fact that you are different from them would be very appealing. With Hanma, he wouldn't accept that contrast. He needs chaos, speed, and madness. If you are the opposite, he might be fascinated by the idea of "corrupting" you (like Sanzu), but Hanma doesn't have an obsessive personality, so it would be a failure and he’d discard you quickly.

In the case that you are like him and provide constant stimulation, it gets interesting. This is where I stop being bored. Now, this is a theory of mine: Hanma can feel attachment. We see it with Kisaki. That means in his twisted way, he can appreciate certain dynamics. My more cynical self would say that just because he felt attachment to Kisaki doesn't mean he’d feel it for a partner. But I’d respond that the capacity for attachment/fixation means the person isn't "dead" inside.

There is a space in his capacity for attachment where you could fit as a "constant" that he doesn't dare eliminate. That’s why being like him—or as close as possible—will help you. Follow him in his chaos; build it and tear it down. Be unpredictable. Become that constant that fits so well into his chaos that he feels particularly naked when you're gone. If he hits a rival gang, insult them intelligently, hit them in a way that makes him laugh, or be crude and jokey with them. Doesn't matter, but do something he wants to preserve and that amuses him enormously.

He is an addict to those who give him chaos and fun. If you make him believe you are his equal, any woman who approaches him for money or power will just be a one-night stand, and in the morning he’ll come back to you. Over time, he might think you are part of his brutal escapades and simply add you as if it were a natural state. He’ll call you excitedly to tell you what you’re doing that day, and you, of course, will be just as excited as he is, and he’ll love it.

At the end of the game, he would go crazy if his "constant" was gone one day. He would search for you by sea, land, and sky—not out of "love," but because he got used to hearing you, seeing you, and having you participate with him. In his world of instant dopamine, this is the most real form of attachment for Hanma. A bit mediocre, yes. But very much his style.

[stardustshuji]

　　❛❛ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁.

ꗃ sum. a collection of tokyo's hottest summer tunes! featuring mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji, kisaki tetta, kokonoi hajime, and inui seishu. get to know them intimately in these new hit tracks!

tags. fem!reader. smut. all characters are written in their adult timeline (20+). pwp. unprotected sex. body writing. dictation. mirror sex. degradation. dark content - knife play (hanma). bondage (r). blindfolds. sensory deprivation. overstimulation. dry humping. inui cums in his pants. dumbification. objectification. praise.

a/n. this one is dedicated to all my fellow shuji simps <3 i finished this a lot faster than i thought i would so i'm happy! happy saturday folks!

ꗃ : side a / side b / side c

☆ track #1: mitsuya takashi 　— feat. mirror sex

“you’re not allowed to look away.”

takashi’s voice is as smooth as velvet, deceptively soft. you’re kneeling in front of the floor length mirror, back pressed to his chest, your body bare save for the words scrawled in neat, elegant script across your skin.

mine.

beautiful.

takashi’s.

each one traced with the precision of a seamstress, in takashi’s own hand— delicate lettering in smudged black ink, from your collarbones to your stomach to the soft curve of your inner thighs. he’s meticulous with the placement, purposeful.

“you don’t get to ignore how pretty you are when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you don’t get to hide.”

his hands coast up your sides, thumbs grazing the outline of his handwriting, and you shiver. he watches your face in the reflection, lilac eyes gleaming, half-lidded and hungry.

“now,” he says, his tone tipping into a command, “read them to me.”

you hesitate, your heart thudding in your chest, but he doesn’t give you the chance to stall. one hand drops between your thighs, slender fingers slipping through the slick heat already gathered there. the other wraps around your throat, not tight, just firm enough to anchor you there— your gaze pinned to your reflection.

“go on. start with the one on your stomach.”

you swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly dry. “…takashi’s.”

he hums in approval, his lips curling into a smirk as the pad of his index finger circles over your clit. “and?”

you move onto the next— “beautiful”— your voice shaky. he makes you read them all, every filthy little claim he’s made on your body. by the time you reach the last one— “mine,” written right below your navel— you’re practically sobbing the word.

takashi exhales a pleased laugh. “see? told you you’d look pretty saying it.”

and then he’s pushing inside you, slow and deep, one hand still on your throat. you’re forced to watch the way you take him— how your mouth falls open, how your face twists, how your trembling fingers clutch at the edge of the mirror for balance.

“keep your eyes open,” he groans, “and tell me how good i look fucking you.”

☆ track #2: hanma shuji 　— feat. knife play

you should know better than to tempt him.

but sometimes, when the air feels too still and his attention drifts too far, you crave the sharp edge of his attention, to watch his amber eyes darken with something cruel. something dangerous.

and now you’re paying the price for it. you’re already naked, wrists bound above your head with a length of worn black leather. he’s got you flat on his back, sprawled open on the mattress, and he tilts his head as he admires his handiwork.

“scared?” his voice lilts, sweet and almost innocent, but it’s laced with something mocking beneath it. 

his pocket knife gleams in the dim lighting in his bedroom as he presses it flat to your sternum, the cold metal making goosebumps erupt across your skin. he slowly drags it down, and your stomach tightens beneath its touch. 

you flinch— just a twitch, small and instinctive— but it doesn’t go unnoticed under shuji’s watchful gaze. his eyes flick up to your face, and he tsks, his lips curving in a grin too wide to be of any comfort.

“relaaaaax, angel face,” he drawls, voice thick with condescension. “you trust me, don’t you?”

your silence is a mistake, one that shuji pounces on like a predator sensing weakness. the blade dips lower, skimming over your stomach before trailing toward your inner thigh. 

he taps the tip against the soft flesh there. once. twice. then, slowly, he begins to draw small, deliberate circles just shy of your cunt. 

“or is this what gets you off?” he muses aloud, golden eyes glittering with sadistic delight. “that’s what i love about you.”

his tongue swipes along his lower lip, his gaze locked onto the panic bleeding into your features. “you don’t beg me to stop. nah, you get wet over it— you fuckin’ eat this shit up, don’t you?”

his laugh cracks through the stillness, breathless and mean. it chills the back of your neck, prickles heat along your spine.

because you know what comes next— and shuji knows you’ll take it. 

☆ track #3: kisaki tetta 　— feat. sensory deprivation

you can’t see him, but you can feel him.

the blindfold over your eyes is tight, crimson silk cool against your heated skin, tied neatly at the base of your skull. your arms are bound behind your back, wrists raw from struggling, knees pressed to the floor. you're vulnerable in every way tetta likes: gagged, aching, humiliated. 

entirely at his mercy.

you don't know where he is in the room. that’s part of the game. all you can do is wait— straining your ears for even the faintest sound, your breath coming in shallow pants behind the gag. the silence is deliberate. weaponized.

you flinch when the floorboards in front of you creak. “i like you better like this,” tetta announces from above you. “on your knees. stripped down. obedient.”

he circles you like a vulture, the sharp scent of his cologne catching in your throat. and then— nothing. another long, pregnant pause with no touch, no sound. your pulse pounds in your ears, your body coiled tight with anticipation.

then— click.

you flinch again when the cold tip of a metal pointer grazes your back, tracing down your spine one vertebra at a time. he watches you with clinical detachment, humming as he follows its path with his gaze until it lands on your ass.

“you’re so reactive,” he notes, not out of affection, but observation. “even without sight, you’re still desperate to please.”

he crouches beside you now. you can feel his presence pressing in close, his breath fanning across your cheek. you make a sound behind the gag, involuntary, unsure if it’s fear or arousal anymore. both live so close together when it comes to tetta.

“how pathetic,” he whispers, almost fond.

the pointer taps lightly against your inner thigh, tracing higher until it nudges between your folds. you shudder, and he chuckles low in his throat. 

“good,” he whispers softly, the praise smooth and poisonous. “stay quiet for me. take what i give you like the good little whore i know you are.”

☆ track #4: kokonoi hajime 　— feat. dumbification

you’re not sure when you stopped thinking.

maybe it was after the second orgasm. maybe the third. maybe it was the moment his fingers curled just right and pulled a sob from your throat— when your brain short-circuited and never quite recovered.

whatever the case, your mind is long gone— hollowed out and hazy, your jaw slack and eyes glazed over, your body nothing more than a pretty, pliant thing draped across satin sheets.

you’re limp beneath him, still pulsing around the last echo of his touch. your breath comes in broken pants, your chest rising and falling as your body struggles to keep up. you’re trembling from overstimulation, but you don’t ask him to stop. you wouldn’t even know how.

kokonoi’s fingers tangle in your hair as he yanks your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. there’s a sneer on his lips when he sees your fucked out expression. 

“god, look at you. not a single thought going on in that head, is there?” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head. “what happened, doll?”

his grip tightens, just enough to make your scalp sting, and you let out a soft, broken little noise— nothing articulate, just air and desperation. the sound only makes him laugh.

“no thoughts, no words. just drooling all over yourself,” he muses aloud, tipping your head to the side like he’s examining merchandise. “you’re not even embarrassed, are you?”

his other hand travels down your torso, the blunt drag of his nails raising goosebumps in its wake. he traces the curve of your waist, the dip of your hip, until his fingers slip between your legs. 

“you’re making a mess,” he scolds you. “leaking all over the damn place like a broken toy.”

he slaps your pussy lightly, the impact just enough to make your hips jerk and your eyes flutter back.

“that all it takes to shut your brain off?” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “a few fingers and a little praise and you’re just a wet hole for me to use? something soft and warm for me to fuck.”

he leans in, his lips brushing your temple. “that’s okay. you don’t need to think— i’ll do all the thinking for you.”

then he’s inside you again without warning— deep and mean and relentless, your body bowing as you let out a moan you don’t even register making.

“that’s it,” he grins, his hips resuming a brutal rhythm. “my perfect little fuckdoll.”

☆ track #5: inui seishu 　— feat. dry humping

you’re still wearing your panties.

that’s what gets to seishu the most— the thin cotton barrier pressed tight to your cunt, soaked through and clinging to the curve of you, but still technically in the way. your thighs are spread over his lap, your hips rocking in slow, languid circles as you grind down against the bulge in his jeans.

“fuck,” he breathes, his head tipping back against the headboard. his hands grip your waist, his knuckles pale. “just like that, baby.”

he’s already hard— has been since you first climbed into his lap, all big eyes and coy little smiles, the kind you only wear when you’re planning to ruin him. and you have, thoroughly. his pulse is racing, his jaw is locked tight, and sweat is starting to gather at his temples.

still, he doesn’t stop you. not when you lean in to mouth at his throat, not when you roll your hips harder, until the friction has both of you gasping.

“shit— fuck,” he groans, hips stuttering up against yours. “you’re gonna make me cum.”

your eyes widen down at him as you lose your rhythm, blinking down at him in shock, but seishu doesn’t seem to notice, grabbing your hips and grinding them for you. his brows are drawn tight, mouth parted as he chases his high with reckless, desperate thrusts.

“you feel too good,” he pants, breath hitching as your panties smear slick across the ridge of his cock. “fuck, baby, i can’t—”

he shudders.

the first wave hits him hard, his whole body tensing beneath you as he cums in his pants with a ragged groan, his hips jerking up involuntarily. warmth spreads between you, the wet heat of his release soaking through the fabric and sticking to your panties. 

you freeze above him, lips parted in stunned silence, and for a beat, the room is quiet save for the rush of both your breathing.

then seishu slumps back against the headboard, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. 

"shit, okay... your turn."

[n30n-l1ghts]

Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 1

characters- Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Nahoya, Souya, Hanma, Kisaki

Read the second part here

Proofread by my lovely partner @nxll-n4m3

Mikey-

Packing a respectable 5.8 inches, with a light pink tip and a couple of small bluish purple vains that aren't really noticeable unless he's painfully hard, he doesn't really curve to one side or the other, but he has a subtle upward curve. He doesn't strike me as the type who tries too hard with grooming, but he at least tries every now and again. But the hairs down there are the same pretty strawberry blonde as his hair, pretty thin and a little wispy with a slight curl towards the end.

Draken-

PUH-LEASE. This boy is fucking HUNG and he knows how to use it too. Curves hard left as well. He doesn't have the most experience as I can't imagine him sleeping around much, but he's heard the girls at the brothel complain enough that he generally knows what to do and what not to do. 7.9 inches holy GAWD. I think he stays pretty on top of grooming, manscapes at least once every other week. Also blonde, but I think he's got more curls than Mikey. Definitely a lot thicker. Also, completely random, but I feel like he'd totally fuck with coconut body wash and shampoo.

Mitsuya-

Another man who's got a rather mid-sized length, I'd say probably like 5.4. The prettiest pinkish lavender tip, and oh my god I mean it when I say this man's cock is beautiful. It deserves to be worshipped. Not all that big, BUT he makes up for it by knowing all the sweet spots. Not to mention he's the KING of foreplay and aftercare. He for sure stays on top of his grooming game, he can't stand feeling like he looks sloppy. He's got a pretty tuft of curly white hair right at the base of his dick, very well maintained and usually actually smells pretty good. Again, this man is on top of his hiegene and he wants all of him to smell good and look good at all times. (Not that he could ever look bad)

Baji-

I'd guess about 6.3 in size for him, and his tip is red and angry like his face (I'm joking. Mostly, but he does get painfully hard very quickly) there's a thick ass pinkish vein that runs from base to tip, and he will full body shiver if you lick the whole thing. I'm sorry, but I cannot for the life of me imagine that this man gives a singular fuck about grooming down under. He might trim a little or shave on occasion, but that's only if it gets annoying. However, his hair is effortlessly shiny and beautiful no matter where it is on his body. I have no idea how he does it. But, if it bugs you, he would (begrudgingly) start manscaping more often.

Kazutora-

LITTLE DICK SUPREMACY

Okay- little known fact, but I kind of have a thing for subby guys with little dicks, that and I want to give some variety so I'm not making them all unrealistically huge. So I'm gonna say this man sits at about 4.2. Not rediculously small, but definitely not big either. But it's okay, because he'd much rather be under you anyways. Slightly unrelated but this boy has trust issues so please be kind to him, hold his hand and tell him how good he's being, he will absolutely start crying. Never really even thought about his hair down there, never paid any mind to it, and probably wouldn't unless you brought it up. But I see him being super understanding and chill with it if you want him to groom more often.

Chifuyu-

Another one on the slightly smaller side, probably only around 4.5 to 4.6 with a sort of muted pink tip. He's actually kind of self conscious about it, so he's a bit sensitive if you make fun of him for it, but he'll fold instantly if you praise him in any way, shape, or form. I feel like he's the type to get all embarrassed and blushy super easily despite trying to play it cool. Would not admit he's a bottom out loud but everyone can pretty much tell anyways. Honestly pretty clean, I feel like pubes might bug him. He might try to keep a small tuft down there just because he feels it's more masculine, but I'd reckon he'd prefer it clean shaven. Less of a hassle and it doesn't get on his nerves that way.

Hakkai-

Oh, this poor sweet boy. So much dick that he has no idea how to use 🥺 I can't imagine him topping for the life of me, so it's almost adorable how his monstrous 8.3 inches just hangs there uselessly hanging as he gets pounded into his next life, squealing like a little bitch, whimpering and whining and pleading and- *AHEM* anyways. I imagine he's pretty alright with grooming, mostly because he super looks up to Mitsuya, who had told him at some point or another that it was important to look clean everywhere. But I don't think he's quite that good at manscaping though to his credit, he does at least try. He's got a decent sized tuft of thick, curly black hair that he trims maybe once a month or so when he remembers. But he'd get better about it in a heartbeat if you asked him to and gave him some basic block of instruction. Smells like vanilla though, so there's that.

Nahoya-

Nahoya's got a relatively solid 6.2, with a slight curve to the left and a pale tip. I feel like he'd probably be more experienced with it than his brother, even though his twin is a little bigger. He just strikes me as much more of the playboy type. (Probably gets hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) super duper curly hair down there, ginger just like the hair on his head. Probably keeps it moderately well groomed. Enough to be presentable for the ladies (and the lads-)

Souya-

Similar to his brother (no shit they're identical twins) but with slight differences. For starters, he's ever so slightly bigger, measuring up to about 6.6, and he curves pretty hard right instead of slight left. He's not too experienced, but he strikes me as a rather quick learner. He doesn't normally care to groom all that much, but after getting into a relationship, especially if you guys are sexually active, he will actually start to manscape on occasion. Also super duper curly hair, but it's light blue instead of ginger, again matching his hair.

Hanma-

(Definitely gets INSTANTLY rock hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) 7.9, same as Draken, difference is that Hanma has less girth. A tall, skinny dick for a tall, skinny boy. But he knows how to break you and he will go hard when he's domming. Or alternatively, when he's in the mood to sub, he gets a little bratty (just give his cock a rough squeeze and he'll shut right up) dark brown almost black hair, thick and curly. Contrary to popular belief I feel like he would put at least some effort into grooming, though he does forget sometimes.

Kisaki-

Oh, this boy. Solid middle of the road (just like his height- jk this boy short asf) but I think he'd have maybe around a 5.3 or 5.4 length wise. Pretty average around too, not particularly skinny but not particularly girthy either. Would absolutely fight you for dominance every time, and lose every time. This boy would rather die than ever admit he's a bottom, and he's 100% a brat until you edge him to the point he's sobbing. DEFINITELY clean. Well kept, grooms just about every day to every other day, and I feel like there's a fifty fifty chance he also dyes his pubes blonde. I can see him doing that. But this man hates being dirty at all. And tell me why I feel like his hipster ass smells like pumpkin spice all year round? All in all, a well kept, bratty little bitch.

[serotonins-stuff]

Stopping at his workplace to drop by some lunch is the best part of your day. You often find yourself bent over his work desk, his hands voyaging your body and his dick pounding you relentlessly from behind.

There was just something so hot about your husband during office sex. His hair was disheveled, and lips swollen from the intense makeout session you had prior. His tie was undone, his shirt now wrinkled and his slacks pooling around his ankles. You had to admit, this was the hottest version of him you'd ever seen.

His lips were soft against the tip of your ear, and you shivered in delight when soft whimpers bubbled from his throat.

"Missed you so much" he breathed, before putting his hand softly around your throat, causing you to arch your back in response. He loved the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. He especially loved the way your ass jiggled whenever he thrusted into you.

The other hand was vigorously rubbing your clit. "Been thinking about you all day" he rasped.

"Been thinking about fucking you in my office for weeks" he chuckled "Till you're dripping with my cum."

He gave you one hard thrust and you gasped. "Till you can't walk"

With every thrust his tip would rub over your sweet spot, sending a wave of euphoria throughout your swollen cunt. You spasmed around him which only made him go faster.

Suddenly he stopped and tilted your face up before giving you a deep kiss, that sent waves of butterflies throughout your body.

Then he looked into your eyes and you could just see the heavy lust behind his droopy eyelids.

"Till you scream my name"

GOJO, TOJI, Sukuna, Geto, choso, HAWKS, Bakugo, Aizawa, TENGEN, Sanemi, HAMNA, BAJI, Kazutora, Kisaki, Tsukishima, kurro, ATSUMU, suna, EREN

[insensity]

y/n : "wana go get ice cream with me?"

: "do i look like a guy who goes on a stupid ice cream date?"

...

: "what flavor are u gonna get?"

y/n : "strawberry please" :>

- inui, tetta, mikey, baji, angry, draken, rin, izana, wakasa.

- toji, sakuna, geto, choso, maki, mai.

- levi, ymir, eren, jean.

[dorkerdiaries]

18+. kisaki is an armpit kind of guy.

when hanma talks about tits vs ass, all he can think about how much better the smooth curves along your underarm are.

he’s so gross, coming home after a long day of work just to jack off to your sweat-stained tops while you sleep blissfully unaware. abuse is a fitting word to describe his kink, waterboarding himself in fabric, inhaling like it’s a bong. he won’t stop until his lungs are full and his glasses fogged over so much he can’t even see his reddened tip anymore.

at times he can be so ridiculously seductive, slowly stripping you of your clothes and running his hands up and down your body, only to ruin it when he gets distracted by your armpits. he practically scissors them, obsessing over the folds and crevices they create, slipping right through when you're worked up and sweaty.

his favorite thing during sex is tying your wrists to the headboard. it leans into bdsm, something he doesn’t care for in the slightest. instead, its sole purpose is to give him ample access to your underarms. fuck, and when he slots his dick between them, he cums faster than your pussy. it’s the perfect spot to gush all over your face.

you and the outside world may think his fetish is weird, but your skin tastes so good. the spice of germs gives the flavor a pop, and you’re so sensitive. he can pinch you, and you react more than when he twists your nipples or swirls your clit around his tongue.

so whenever hanma asks if he’s an ass or tits guy, he simply responds there are better options.

[neurodivergentminor]

𝖲𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 × 𝖳𝗈𝗄𝗒𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

This is the third part of the series for Mikey, Ran, Koko, and Sanzu - Part 1, Rindou, Kakucho, Takeomi and Mochizuki- Part 2. You can read that one. Reader is gender neutral and there is no warning as it is SFW

⌗ Kazutora Hanemiya

He gets so annoyed and worried when he finds out you're sick, as his heart goes out to you. As you are barely able to walk or take care of yourself.

Kazutora isn't good at taking care of other people; it's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't understand how to console someone. After all, you are so precious to him, and sickness makes you more vulnerable.

And despite that, he tries his best to comfort you and make good hot chocolate, as he heard it's good during a common cold and give you a good head massage.

When you get sick, you often are too tired to take care of your own self, hence he brushes your hair.

By night, once he gave you medicine, he held your hand tightly to make sure he was always there whenever you needed him.

⌗ Kisaki tetta

At first, he became overwhelmed and annoyed by your sneezing every minute and the annoying sound you make, which resembles the grating of sandpaper.

He pushes you away as he can't bear the thought of getting sick with you and being stuck up in the apartment. However, you are his lover, no matter how much he tries to push you or curse you, at last, you are the only thing that matters to him.

Hence, he ended up taking a whole two-week vacation from work just to take care of you. He doesn't leave you for a moment, constantly nagging about medicine or taking your phone and gadgets away because you are sick and shouldn't waste time or screen time, as you aren't sleeping properly or getting enough rest.

He makes sure you don't set foot out of bed and forces you to stay in bed while he cleans the house, buys you medicine, even makes soup for you and joins you in the blanket to watch some stupid show.

Even if he acts and pretends he doesn't care, he loves you more than anything, as if you are his last precious treasure in the world

⌗ Hanma Shuji

Unlike others, this man makes sure you hate every second you sneeze. He teases you constantly, annoying you to the point where no end in sight.

As he washed his hands and used his cold hands to check your temper, but you squeaked.

Again, you are no less than him, hence you create so much drama and chaos before he bribes you for medicine. Once you take medicine, he brings you your favourite snacks.

You suggest that him to order some food from a restaurant, but he refuses as it takes so much unnecessary cost. Weird considering it was said by a man who believes himself superior to everyone. And Hanma somehow convinced you that he would cook his special miso soup.

At first, you were skeptical about his cooking skills, but you barely had energy to argue, which led to his win; he managed to make soup despite it being half-burned half-seasoned. You had it, and you appreciate his efforts after all.

He put in a lot of effort. However, Hanma puked all the soup he made and scolded you for a backhanded compliment, not being honest. He feels so guilty, even when you try to console him. Eventually, by the time he gets normal. Once you get back to strength, you make sure to make fun of his cooking skills whenever he teases you.

⌗ Chifuyu Matsuno

He took his caring boyfriend's duty seriously. Even when you got sick, he made sure to cuddle you and compliment you whenever you finished your soup without leaving, or you took your medicine without causing any chaos.

He even lets you pick anime to watch together. And hold you tightly as if you are on your deathbed.

He gets extremely overprotected yet extremely sweetheart. Even when you get clingy, he comforts you, even though it annoys him, he told you politely.

Also, Peke J became Chifuyu's assistant despite being. Whenever Chifuyu goes out to get some snacks or meds, Peke J curls up on your lap.

As soon as you lie down, the cat jumps onto your stomach or chest and refuses to move. Chifuyu tries to pick them up.

Side note: Which one should I make next ?...

[dreamerimpossible]

Tokyo Revengers Scenarios

Nobody asked me to. But I love doing this, so here we go again. Which one did you like best?

Warnings: Every single character is over 21. The reader is also over 21. Please don't read it if you're under 18.

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma.

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

The clink of the glass against the table sounded like a dull thud. In a few minutes, someone would stain the Turkish rug with the dirty blood from their neck. You took a sip of whiskey; an elegant facade in the middle of a room full of starving hyenas. The foreign partners measured their every word.

Everyone worked for a single, proud deity: Manjiro Sano. The invincible Mikey, as they called him when he still had life in his eyes. According to you, he had never enjoyed it. His empty eyes were made to lead Bonten: unpredictable, unreachable, and invincible. The man of few words.

He was in the middle. By his side were you and a lucky, beautiful escort. Off to the side was Sanzu Haruchiyo, crossing his legs with a mocking smile. You hoped he didn't wish to see blood today.

"No, no, no! Let's see, stop right there," Sanzu began. He shook his head and slammed his hand on the table. "Your mouth is full of shit, man. You make excuses like you're in elementary school."

The executives watched with interest. The girls displayed a choreographed smile. You looked at Mikey out of the corner of your eye; he seemed bored of listening to lies. Death would come knocking, you were sure of it. Your heart was hammering against your ribs.

"What pretty words you say!" Sanzu exclaimed, with a shameless laugh.

"Mr. Sanzu, I..." The man wiped his forehead with a white handkerchief.

"Enough," Mikey interrupted. He stood up from his chair, tensing the gazes of everyone present.

The girl and you stood up by reflex. He would leave at any moment. The tension could burn the room down with a single match. Sanzu placed the gun he kept in his pocket on the table.

"You have overstepped your limits, Mr. Smith," Mikey declared in a flat voice.

He headed for the main door and both of you followed him. A guard, his forehead sweaty with fear, helped you with your coat. A gunshot was heard once outside, as you walked through the club. Mikey didn't look at you once.

Kazutora Hanemiya

Kazutora, with his head down, was breathing heavily. He braced himself against the sink. His two-toned hair fell over his face. His legs trembled, fearing that if he looked at his reflection, he would find the ruthless tiger from years ago.

"Tora." You ran toward him and grabbed his arm. "Are you okay?"

He shook his arm free and backed away. He stared at you, and burst into tears. He covered his face with both hands and sat on the edge of the bathtub. You dropped your backpack to the floor and sat beside him. You gently rubbed his back and hugged him, pulling him close to you.

"Tora, it's okay, I'm here," you whispered in his ear.

He leaned against your chest, pulled you in tight by the waist, and cried onto your blouse. You pressed soft kisses to the crown of his head and brushed your fingers across his cheek to wipe away his tears.

"I'm a monster," he confessed, digging his fingers deeper into your back. "I don't deserve to live or even think about happiness. I'm selfish."

"Tora," you hurried to answer, lifting his head by his chin. "You have suffered too much. Please believe me when I tell you that you deserve to live in peace."

"Peace?!" he exclaimed, instantly pulling away from you and standing up. "I don't deserve to live at all and you talk to me about peace!"

You stood up and tried to touch him, but he took a step back. He ran his hands over his face, messed up his hair, and hugged himself. You closed your eyes and felt a lump in your throat.

"Tora, seriously, you don't deserve this."

"What do you know about what I deserve?" he yelled, dropping his arms to his sides. "I ruined everyone who ever loved me. I'm a monster."

"Tora, no..."

"Stay away! I don't want to see you anywhere near me."

"Kazutora!"

You followed him down the hallway. Jogging behind him. Until you caught up to him. You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. He averted his gaze, shaking his head.

"Tora, let me help you."

"Go away!" he ordered with a trembling voice. "Go with those guys who aren't broken like me."

"I don't want to," you refused. You hugged him, even though he struggled. "I only want you, Kazutora."

"Get out!" he yelled, bursting into tears again. "I don't want your pity, I don't want anything from you!"

"I'll be here," you reaffirmed, managing to hold him in an iron grip, "even if you hate me."

That completely broke him. And he surrendered. His body relaxed against yours and his knees gave out. You slid down to the floor with him and affectionately kissed his tears away.

"Why don't you just go with them?" he begged against your neck. "Why don't you leave?"

You didn't respond with words. You stayed right there, and that was his answer.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

He dropped the keys in the tray and loosened his tie. He walked straight to the bar, poured himself a whiskey, and downed it all. He drummed his fingers on the counter and looked around, taking in every detail. He sighed, exhausted. The place was entirely too quiet. A bag of white powder next to the wine bottle seduced him immediately. Bonten's problems were handled, and Mikey had explicitly asked not to see anyone for the entire weekend. He could rest easy; he'd left a trusted man to notify him if his king ran into any trouble during his silence.

He opened the bag, dumped it out on the counter, and lined up the powder. He snorted it. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. It was rare for him to consume recreational drugs just for fun. They were reserved for days like today. Quiet days.

Until something clicked in his mind.

"Oliver!" Sanzu called out, washing his hands to remove the trace of powder on his fingers. "Or whatever your name is."

A man ran over to him and stopped, breathing heavily.

"Yes, Mr. San—"

"Where the fuck is my woman?" Haruchiyo interrupted, looking around, paranoid. "Why didn't she greet me?"

"S-she locked herself in, sir," the man stammered, trembling where he stood. "She hasn't come out since three in the afternoon."

"And what the fuck happened to her now?" Sanzu asked, out of patience, walking around the counter to approach his subordinate. He narrowed his eyes, stopped in front of him, and added: "Did you do something to her?"

"No, no, no! Sir..." He shook his head violently, holding out his palms in surrender. "She got up and didn't say anything. I swear."

Sanzu sighed, rolling his eyes.

"If she tells me anything, consider yourself a dead man."

Sanzu headed toward your room with a bored look. He grabbed the doorknob, but the door was deadbolted.

"Open up or I'll break it down," he threatened, his voice taking on a dark, violent tone. "You are not locking the door on me in my own damn house."

You opened it immediately. He walked in and saw you there, throwing yourself back onto the bed, trembling and crying. He set his gun on the dresser and sighed, exhausted. He ran his hands over his face, pressing his fingers into his eyes. He walked toward you, slow and menacing, and sat beside you. He looked at you like you were a broken doll.

"What's wrong?" he asked, testing the waters, knowing that nobody had done anything to you. It was another one of your scenes.

"Haruchiyo, I..." You sat up and looked at him with red, teary eyes. "I promise it's nothing against you. I..."

"Talk fast, dammit. You're making me lose my patience."

"T-this confinement is killing me. You don't let me go anywhere. I..."

"Is that it?" He interrupted, stood up, and paced around the room. "This again? You want to see your friends? You want to cheat on me?"

"No, Haru, no. I promise. No..."

"You're lying! You're a lying bitch," he accused you. He put the gun back in his pocket and locked the door. "We're staying in here all night. And tomorrow you'll still be here, because you are mine."

"Haru, just once. I just need to go out this once, that's all," you begged, inching closer to him.

"Once is enough for you to betray me. You are staying right here."

"Haru, I..."

"Quiet, now."

You cried in silence. Even so, his cold gaze never once softened. You did what you knew best. You knelt before him, causing him to raise his eyebrows in boredom. You hugged his legs and sobbed into his pants. He made a face of disgust.

"Get up," he demanded, looking down at you contemptuously. "You're getting me dirty."

"Haru..." you said between sobs. "I only want you, please, don't treat me like this. At least let me go out with you. Only with you. Stay here for a day, I need you, only you."

Sanzu watched you closely for a few seconds. Time seemed to slow down. Your arms trembled and your eyes were closed, as if submissively waiting for him to strike you.

"Haru, I just want you to stay," you insisted, clinging to his leg. "Nothing else. I don't want anything else anymore."

Sanzu's gaze seemed to soften. His shoulders relaxed. He stooped down to your level and wiped away your tears. He observed you, analyzing you.

"You just want to be with me?" he asked, condescendingly. "You only had to say so, darling."

He hugged you and smiled in relief when you calmed down in his arms.

"From now on, you will never fail to greet me, is that clear?" he whispered in your ear, pulling you closer by your waist. "You have no idea how crazy it makes me to think that you could be betraying me. That's why I keep you here, because I wouldn't be able to bear it."

"Really?"

Sanzu pushed you back by your shoulders so you would look at him. He cradled your face and stared into your eyes, with that piercing, obsessive glare.

"I will never let you go," he confessed, chastely kissing your lips. "Forget about that."

"Just stay," you asked, closing your eyes, accepting your fate.

"If everything goes well, this weekend."

His hug sealed the promise.

Ran Haitani

"I can't go, Ran," you declined, laughing at his persistence. "I have work."

"Well, if you skip work, you'll be able to go," he countered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Brother, you're a genius!" Rindou exclaimed from his motorcycle, nodding his head.

"Right?" He glanced back over his shoulder at Rindou, proud. He turned back to you and added: "See? Come with me."

You bit your lip. You took in his posture: the baton resting on his shoulder, his other hand on his waist, and his knee bent slightly forward. His motorcycle waiting, parked right next to Rindou's. His raised eyebrow urged you to accept quickly. You rubbed the back of your neck, giving him a subtle smile that grew with embarrassment.

"Come with me," he insisted, closing the distance. "Don't be boring."

Rindou watched you with a lazy gaze from his position, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. You swallowed hard. You looked at Ran, who maintained his calm, flirtatious stare. You lowered your head, weighing your options. You smiled slowly, knowingly, surrendering.

"Fine." You raised your head, avoiding his eyes out of nervousness.

With a nod of his head, he invited you to follow him. He got on his motorcycle and you sat behind him. He revved the engine and drove off at high speed. His brother followed close behind. You leaned against his back and wrapped your arms around his waist. The wind whipped against your face and the curves filled your body with adrenaline. He stopped in front of a club. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never been to one. You got off the bikes and walked straight inside without looking at anyone.

"I thought it would be something more intimate," you tried to say into his ear over the loud music.

"Intimate?" he scoffed playfully, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. "That's for later."

You narrowed your eyes with a smile and rested your head on his arm, seeking safety among the crowd. You sat on a large sofa next to the bar. Rindou kept his distance, looking boredly at everyone in the room. Ran leaned toward you, resting his chin on his fist.

"Too many people for you?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"Well..." You scanned the crowd, pretending to think about it. "I'm pretty sure there were fewer people at my job."

He let out a short, charming laugh.

"Well..." He straightened up and slung his arm over your shoulder, "I don't have a lot of real friends."

You raised an eyebrow and laughed in disbelief.

"Seriously," he corroborated, giving you a softer smile. "I won't lie to you, I like parties and people. But my inner circle is small."

This time you smiled at him warmly. His more serious tone convinced you.

"Hey, excuse me," a voice greeted from behind you. "Haitani, take this."

You noticed how Ran never once dropped his smile; he remained just as charismatic. You glanced over your shoulder and noticed the man walking away quickly, and that Ran was playing with a piece of paper between his fingers. He stopped hugging you for a moment to tuck it into his jacket pocket, never taking his eyes off you. He smiled broadly.

"Where were we?"

It was so natural it gave you chills. But his smile... once again made you change your mind.

Rindou Haitani

He was sitting on the living room couch, surrounded by friends and acquaintances you had never seen before. You walked in cautiously, dropping your backpack on the floor. You greeted Rindou with a smile. You grabbed a soda from the fridge and lingered in the kitchen, a little intimidated by the amount of people. You watched the hands of the clock tick by, tapping your fingers on the counter. After a few minutes, Rindou walked in holding a beer.

"And you?"

"Who are they?"

"Some friends," he shrugged, taking a sip.

"Does your brother know they're here, or...?" you asked hesitantly, glancing around.

"Shh! Don't summon him," he looked back, startled. "He's sleeping."

You covered your mouth and let out a laugh at his concern. He turned back to you and raised an eyebrow at your teasing. He straightened his back, set the can on the counter, and crossed his arms. He stayed silent for a while.

"Why are you talking about Ran?" He narrowed his eyes, scanning you completely, suspicious. "I don't like it when you talk about him."

You blinked a few times, surprised. You burst out laughing at the situation. You doubled over in laughter, shaking your head. He didn't join in your teasing; he just stared at you, bored, wearing his signature look of disinterest.

"Rindou!" you exclaimed, euphoric. "Are you jealous?"

Rindou frowned and tilted his head, raking his eyes over you with wounded pride. He looked away and drank more of his beer. You suppressed a smile at his attitude. You sighed affectionately. He was so transparent.

"Cut it out!" he scolded, feeling cornered. "Don't talk about him in my presence."

You laughed again at his little-brother immaturity and decided to change tactics.

"I missed you," you confessed, lowering your gaze for a moment. "We haven't seen each other in a few days."

Rindou cracked a small smile, letting himself enjoy your affection for those few seconds. Although, being who he is, he couldn't stay soft for too long. So his smile morphed into an arrogant one.

"Obviously," he nodded, placing a hand on his hip. "I'm the best Haitani."

You widened your eyes, stunned by his audacity, but laughed, knowing his ways. Some shouts in the living room startled you, and the sound of hurried footsteps running away prompted both of you to go check. You walked through the doorway and saw the scene: Ran, half-asleep, dragging his baton across the floor, and an empty couch. Rindou went stiff, holding his breath. You laughed out loud, drawing the attention of both brothers, who stared at you in confusion.

"I'll wait for you in your room."

"Don't leave me alone with him!" Rindou pleaded, a little nervous. "Don't run away!"

You laid down on Rindou's bed, laughing into the pillow.

Tetta Kisaki

"Listen..." He took off his glasses and rubbed his face with his hands. He closed his laptop. "Don't talk about her, for our own good."

"But..." you insisted. You sat down in front of him.

"She is a part of the past," he assured, leaning back in his desk chair. "Understood?"

You looked toward the window with melancholy. He got up from his seat and stood behind you, grabbing your shoulders and leaning down to speak into your ear.

"Actually, I have a surprise for you," he whispered, rummaging in his pocket. "This will make you forget everything."

He walked around you and leaned against the desk, staring into your eyes with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His pristine, custom-tailored designer suit contrasted with the Kisaki you knew before. You didn't care. He pulled a box from his suit pocket and opened it in front of you. You covered your mouth with both hands.

"Marry me."

"Are you serious?"

Kisaki held the box open in the palm of his hand. The delicate ring shining in the center. You cried tears of joy. You extended your hand, which trembled slightly. He slid the ring onto your finger. You gazed at it without touching it, as if the slightest brush could make it disappear. You stood up, meeting him at eye level.

"Have you decided?"

"It shall be done," he decreed, seriously. He cupped your face with both hands and planted a small kiss on your lips. "I have almost everything ready."

Your smile vanished.

"What do you mean?"

"I already made the appointment at the registry. I've looked at the apartment, and I even took the liberty of changing a few plans for you." He turned around, going back to his side of the desk. He leafed through some papers and handed one to you.

You took it and saw a document proving a transfer of university faculty. You kept your face impassive so as not to cause trouble, but your legs were shaking. You swallowed hard.

"I want the apartment to be far from here," he explained, organizing the messy papers. "This is not a safe place for you."

"You didn't tell me anything."

Kisaki paused.

"I know what I am doing."

"Even so, you didn't tell me anything."

Kisaki smiled, static. He adjusted his glasses and held his gaze, scrutinizing you. He sighed and shook his head condescendingly. He closed a folder he had been reviewing. He turned halfway around, looking out the window at the massive city, and spoke in a darker tone than he normally allowed himself. You could see his back.

"From now on, don't worry," he stated, crossing his arms. "I am going to take care of you."

"It's really not necessary."

"Even so, I will do it. Understood?"

You bit your tongue. It was already decided.

Shuji Hanma

"I don't know, I think you've lost your touch, sweetheart!" Hanma laughed, a cigarette clamped between his teeth as he swerved to the right at top speed. "You used to be daring."

"Shut up, idiot!" you yelled. You snatched the cigarette from him and took a drag. You coughed a little, unaccustomed to it. "I really have lost my edge, my god."

"Nobody even uses that phrase anymore," he teased. He came to an abrupt halt and rolled down the window, leaning his elbow on the frame.

You flicked the cigarette out the window. You pulled down the visor and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and the collar of your shirt. A police officer was walking toward you, a tired look on his face.

"Sweetheart, flirt with him," Hanma urged you, shifting the gearstick into neutral. "Not for real, obviously."

"You were speeding, sir," the police officer said, leaning toward Hanma and thoroughly inspecting the interior of the car. He sighed and added, standing up straight: "Your documents, please."

"Officer, come on..." you let out a flirty giggle. "Don't be like that, you could have a good time with us."

"Excuse me?" he snapped, offended, leaning back into the window to look you in the eyes. "Don't be disrespectful, miss."

"Officer, don't exaggerate," Hanma replied, disheartened by the policeman's stiffness. He sighed in boredom and checked his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash. "Listen, take this little gift and pretend nothing happened. Got it? Great. See ya."

"No, sir," the policeman refused, shaking his head sarcastically. "I'm afraid you have to take a breathalyzer test."

You glanced sideways at Hanma. You suppressed a laugh. You couldn't imagine him spending the night at the station, simply because he was no longer that careless young man from before. He was a recognized member of the underworld business. An adult who still behaved immaturely.

"Officer..." he played with the title, letting out a few chuckles, and held out the bribe to him. "Be thankful I'm not that bored today and just accept it."

"Sir, I'm sorry to tell you that you'll have to come with me."

Hanma let out an exasperated snort. You smiled. He tucked the bribe back into his wallet and returned it to his pocket. He opened the door. The policeman took a few steps back. They stared at each other for several long seconds. Hanma drew his gun and shot him right in the head. The man's body hit the pavement with a heavy thud. He looked behind him, and the empty highway saved him some trouble. He closed the door and lazily dropped his gun next to him.

"Boring," he said with a grimace, shifting into first gear to resume the drive. "Open the glove compartment."

"Won't they get mad at you for causing trouble?" you mocked, pulling a bag of pills out of the glovebox.

"That's what makes it fun," he shrugged and swallowed two pills. "You take one too. You're being too predictable."