In the humid climate of the bustling city, it was hard to find respite in the madness of it. The constant whaling of cars, babies and fire engines, the congested sidewalks that made getting anywhere a nightmare, crowded public transportation with way too many creepy guys, the only safe place was my apartment. Unfortunately, it was located on the 20th floor. The elevator was usually just as crowded, so I always opted to climb the stairs to get back to my oasis. I hardly ever saw anyone taking the stair well. It was more like a cement box with little to no air flow, often being hotter than outside, even in the highest temperatures. Anyone who passed each other sort of nodded and smiled to one another; we were comrades in the pit of hell known as our apartment stairwell.
And today was pushing me to my limits. 15... Only 5 more... My lungs felt like they were on fire, trying their damnedest to pump air into me as I ascended. Gripping the metal support pole, my arms pulled the rest of my labored body up. Each step exhausted me harder and harder. Why was this so hard today!? As I got to the 16th floor, I felt my legs give out as I tumbled backwards and blacked out.
I awoke, in a panic. The worst place to be passed out as in a stairwell with no security cameras! That was practically asking for someone to steal their belongings, or worse yet... I tried to assess my surroundings. It was the hallway. But not my own. Squinting my eyes to get them to adjust to the bright light from the windows, I could make out the numbers for the floor. 4...45!? How on earth did I get to 45!? A loud scream from across the hall awoke me.
“YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAOOOOOO!!! I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I noticed a man running down the hallway; I felt immediate panic as I tried to scurry away from him. A hand gently rested on my shoulder, pushing me back down.
“You’re awake. Are you alright?”
His accent was as light as his hand was on my shoulder. I peered over to the man closer to me; how did I not notice this giant before!? He was extremely built, but his expression and attire didn’t seem to match him at all on first glance.
I scooted away, laughing. “O-Oh yes, no need to worry. Thank you very much for getting me out of the stairwell but-” My awkward escape was interrupted by the running man, who skidded in front of us and threw out both of his arms.
“HEY LADY! Are you feeling BETTER!?!?!”
“Y-yep! I was going to leave...” I felt imprisoned by their auras alone; a quiet strength and a raw, unfiltered, burning passion for STRENGTH as well! Was I safe? Something about the duo told my gut instinct I was fine, but being around strangers was never a good idea. Especially in the city.
“WELL YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE!” The running man shouted, waving his arms frantically.
“Don’t say such threatening things, Saw.” The other looked up at him with his tired expression, slowly standing up. He had been kneeling by me the entire time I was out, watching over me. “I’m sorry for commotion. We saw you passed out on the stairwell and we brought you up to our floor to make sure you were alright. It seems like you were dehydrated.”
“WHICH IS WHY I GOT YOU THIS WATER BOTTLE FROM OUR APARTMENT!!!!!!” Saw nearly threw the bottle onto the ground, but resisted the urge as he shoved it into my hands. “DRINK UP!”
I never felt so aggressively looked after in my life. Cracking the seal of the plastic cap, I sipped slowly and felt a bit of the haziness leave me. I leaned against the wall, still sweating from the adrenaline rush of waking up to a charging man. Exhaling loudly, I took in more as my body began to cool. “Thank you both very much. I appreciate not having 911 called... y’know how pricey they can be.” I waved my hand a bit, feeling awkward around the pair. Not a very good first impression.
“I EXPERIENCE IT ALL THE TIME!”
“I don’t believe you have any serious injuries, though you might want to keep an eye out for concussion symptoms.”
“Huhh really? She didn’t seem to hit her head too hard...” Saw deflated, folding his arms.
“It can’t hurt.” Gao looked to me, giving me a very faint smile. “What floor are you on?”
“...20.” I spoke, Saw’s face lighting up at the realization he could help more. I quickly intervened in his future plans. “I think if I chill out here for a bit longer, I’ll be fine. You two have enough for me already.” Wasting strangers’ time to take care of me when I failed to get enough water in, why was I like this!!
“Oh, what were your names again?”
“YOROIZUKA SAW PAIIINNNNGGGGG!!!”
A pose followed with a beam, pointing back to himself. “And he’s Gaolang.”
“Gaolang Wongsawat.”
What seemed like a break in the clouds to allow a ray of holy light down, Gao’s stone cold face slowly broke to give another smile. I witnessed two miracles today. I was eternally grateful, as I knew I’d probably never see these two again... or anything to their caliber. How could anything hold up a candle to these two?
“Well thank you both very much, I don’t know where I would be or what I would have done without you.” I stood up again on shaky legs. My body wasn’t at 100%, but 70% ought to get me back to my apartment. “Uhm, have a great... rest of your stay in the city!” I laughed awkwardly, trying to exit the hallway as soon as I could.
“YOU TOO!!” Saw screamed out in response, his mouth opening as far as it could.
Gaolang picked up on the subtlety of my embarrassing attempt to detach, quickly adding in,
“Our apartment is always open if you wish to see us again.”
I nearly fell down the stairs again as I peered back to see the pair smiling at me and inviting me into their apartment. Three miracles!? Surely I was overdue to die soon, because my luck was running out!
Our new routine became my winded ascent to their floor, all forty floors, as soon as I came home from work. Saw and Gao were constantly cooking for each other. I was learning so much about their respective sports, how Muay Thai worked, and their respective countries. Gaolang even began to smile. Over time, the trip up began to take less and less out of me, soon resulting in a much faster trek up.
I managed to catch up to Sawpaing in one instance. It took him a second to decipher if he was going slower, or if I had actually gone stronger.
He boomed, excitedly putting his hands on my arms as he shook me wildly.
“YOU DID IT!!!! YOU CONQUERED YOUR GREATEST ENEMY, THE STAIRS!!!!!!” He quickly, turned, rushing up the stairs. “WE GOTTA TELL GAOLANG!!!”
Kicking open their apartment door, Saw screamed at the top of his lungs. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
I followed suit, waving as I caught my breath again. While I did get better at the stairs, it was still quite the work out.
“OUR FRIEND DEFEATED THE STAIRS!”
“That’s why I invited them up to our apartment in the first place.” Gaolang quietly sipped his tea with usual, bored expression. I... had no idea how to take this news. Shock, disappointment, bewilderment...
“This was all an exercise routine!?” I yelled out. “Why?”
“I was worried for your health in the long run.” He calmly set down the cup, looking down. “What if we weren’t here the next time that incident happened?”
FOUR MIRACLES! FIVE? I couldn’t count anymore!
“Wow that’s really smart, Gao.” Saw puffed, genuinely impressed by his rival.
“Well... I...” I was at a loss of words again. “Thank you so much!”
“I hope you don’t take this as a sign to avoid visiting us though. You need to keep your training up.” The Thai boxer grinned, leaning back a bit on his floor cushion. The light of the setting sun began to illuminate their apartment, giving it an ethereal look. Gaolang was practically glowing in it. Saw began screaming again, patting my back repeatedly. As I was budged by the excited patting of Saw, I realized I had another, if only temporary, oasis in the city. The apartment on the 45th floor.
And the staircase? Just a stairway to get to heaven.
Bunko is a strong woman that is in a poly relationship with Inaba & Urita.
This is fairly relaxed/sweet, 18+ for usual.
I had grown up in a wealthy family, yet I was so plain. Aside from my wealth, I had no beauty and it felt like I had no skills. I applied myself, and it seemed that I had finally found a purpose in life, to help with money. I became an assistant at Pensonic to Uriko Suziko, the head of Pensonic. I simply did what I was told, no questions asked. I had noticed there was always something in his shadow, it seemed to be human but I couldn't decipher its shape entirely. It was ball like, limbs outstretching with oil like hair. Its origin was a mystery to me. After days of staring and trying to decipher it, Suziko finally spoke up.
"Curious about my friend, are you?" He laughed, neatly folding his papers. "Everyone who ever works for me always asks me about him. Inaba, please introduce yourself."
The ball unfurled, digits gripping into the floor as it approached me. He slowly sauntered over, crawling cautiously. "
"I'm... I'm Inaba Ryo." He gently scooped his hair out of his face, his eyes lighting up. He had a surprisingly childish and... adorable face!
Much to his surprise, I didn't scream or run. I offered a hand, squatting down to meet him with a smile.
"Bunko. The pleasure is mine." He studied my hand, and looking to Suziko, he was given a reassuring nod. His hands were rough, calloused from years of training and fighting, yet from touching his hair, it was slick with some oil. My hand, by comparison, only had paper cuts, cat scratches and some dryness. It was as if I understood him upon touching him. This... this was a warrior. A blood thirsty assassin.
"You're Suziko's bodyguard, correct?" I just... wanted to keep speaking with him. I didn't have much else to say, especially when it came to others. I lived a quiet life where I spent most of my off time playing games or trying to catch fights when I could... not that Suziko knew!
"Right." He replied with a smile.
"Well ah..." Bunko pull yourself together. What a cutie! "Y-you're so good, I hardly see you half of the time. You're amazing."
Suziko laughed, intervening. "Alright he gets it. I need you to go mail these papers for me before the mail man drops by." He offered me the stack of them. I nodded and stood up, completely forgetting Inaba's hand was still connected to mine. I went to walk away, grounded by something. I turned to look at my hand, his own still wrapped around mine.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" I gasped, trying to take my hand back. He held onto it, staring at me as his hair fell back down. Releasing it gently, he retreated back to the shadows, keeping a close eye on me as I left.
I closed the door behind me and went to go prepare these to send.
Suziko leaned against the desk, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms. "It's been a while since you introduced yourself to anyone, Inaba." He spoke in a warm tone.
"I like her." He looked to the door, eyes barely peering out from behind his curtain of hair.
"Just make sure you two don't distract each other too much. The tournament is coming up, after all."
"It doesn't help to have a little bit of motivation though." Inaba grinned.
--
My shift was winding down to an end. The last of the mail was sent, calls arranged, meetings made, everything was in place and I could finally rest easy. I made my way back home, meandering through the dark streets. The city was constantly bustling, never resting for any second. I boarded onto the subway, leaning near the door, my thoughts drifting on about what dungeons I wanted to go through with my guild mates...
I felt a presence closing in to me. A familiar one. A business man. I groaned, here we go again. There were no words, only a creepy huffing as I could feel his hand closing in on me. Before he could touch me, another hand gripped onto mine as a foot collided with the man. I was frozen as I saw the man go flying across the empty car. Surely there was no one else in here... was there?
I looked to my hand again to see the familiar black ball of hair.
"I-Inaba?"
His eyes looked up to me, making sure I was safe before, dragging me to a seat, placing me in it and coiling up next to me. His hair covered over me like an added layer of security. I smiled,weaving my hand throughout his hair as I enjoyed the moment. It felt like a dream, to be rescued by my... shining, spider like knight...? Still, it was pleasant, fantasy like, whimsical.
"Thank you." I replied, looking to him with a smile. Inaba grinned back. There wasn't much to say, it was simply understood.
"Your kick was pretty good." She looked to the unconscious business man, grinning. "You looked like Terry when he does his rocket moves!" I spoke absent mindedly, pumped up about what had just happened. I had such a rush of emotions I had completely forgotten I mentioned an underground fighter.
"Oh. You watch Kengan fights too?" Inaba tilted his head, giving an interested look. His hand released my sweaty one, touching my cheek gently. "I'm a fighter too."
I looked to him. I knew, but... I had never seen him fight. I could feel it, in his palms as they touched my face. His skin was so white compared to my own, he seemed like a ghost.
"I uh..." I took up my hands, cupping it against my cheek. "I can feel. Your skin is so rough, I can feel the scars, the injuries..." I found myself drifting off, speaking aloud as I felt secure with him, almost alone in this car as his hair cocooned me. "You mostly use... your digits... and... there's so much muscle build up here... it's unlike anything I had ever felt."
Inaba stared, impressed but a bit taken aback by the more affectionate gesture. He kept his cool, still keeping his finger there as he moved closer.
"Can you... feel more of me?" He asked, pressing his nose against mine.
Oh goodness! Was I being proposed for something sexual? I darted my eyes around. This wouldn't be like with the random, sleazy office workers... no, this was... something consensual between them. "U-uhm how... much more?"
"Everything." He stared into my eyes.
Damn it, too close!! I was going to reply but I was met with a sudden, forceful kiss that drowned out any noise I made. I was pleasantly interrupted, this had to be one of the most enjoyable things that had ever happened in my boring life. My heart was racing as I gripped onto his hand. He broke it, studying me.
"I..." I blinked. "I uhm... s-sure." Why did I agree to this? The train approached my station, stopping only for a few seconds before passing it. Oh. I looked to it as we sped away from it.
"My place." Inaba offered, nuzzling himself against my face.
I'd need to swing by my own place to get clothes... take a shower... put on my make up for tomorrow... this was a lot. It would be easier to go home but, I... I couldn't decline him.
"Sure." I replied, then was greeted with another ravaging kiss.
We stopped at a small station, Inaba regaining his familiar ball shape as his hand continued to grip onto mine. He paused as he left the station, and quickly, crawled up my back to cling to me. Essentially, he had become my piggy back rider. I'm not really sure how, but I was able to keep him on me. Was it years of baby sitting? Upon further inspection, it was his hairs wrapped around my body, fortifying me. I could feel his heart beating against my back, and, I could feel him directing me in what direction to go.
We made it in front of a large estate. It was to be expected due to his work, but... it was an entire clan. This was not what she was expecting. I wanted to compliment his estate, but I refrained from doing so to avoid seeming materialistic. Truly the worst trait a woman can have. We found ourselves opening a paper door, and closing it behind, I hadn't had the time to take my shoes off before being placed into the bed as he stood up.
"It's... been a long time since I've spoken with a civilian." Inabra smiled, sitting down next to me. "I'm glad you aren't scared of me."
"Scared..." I laughed. I took a few pillows into my arms, propping my head up on them as I began to speak to him. "I admire you. I wish I was born with some duty, some purpose, a skill... I haven't anything like you have."
"Well..." Ryo sat in front of me, propping his head up on the same pillows. He really knew how to comfortably invade my personal space. "I think you have a skill. I feel really relaxed with you... it's like when I was a school kid with my best friends. I want to tell you everything."
I curled my lips. How precious... it was even cuter when he was so close to me! He gave me another light peck. "Don't betray me."
"A-ah I wouldn't ever! You and Urita mean so much to me!" I laughed nervously. He was quite intimidating despite his boyish appearance. He curled up again, now sliding himself beneath the covers as his limbs contorted around me. I made myself comfortable by laying on my side, supporting my head with the multiple pillows. Ryo had found himself a set of pillows... my chest. I was more embarrassed that I hadn't showered in a while.
"I uhm... I had plans to shower when I got home... d-do you mind if I do that here?" I tried to peep out of my mouth.
"Ah, right. I'm the one who interrupted your plans, my apologies." He uncurled himself, sitting up as he smiled. He got down on all fours once again, and as I stood up, his hand gripped mine. "I should join you."
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TORTURE ME!!!! I could feel myself screaming within, and yet, WHY DIDN'T THIS HAPPEN SOONER! I'm nearing my mid 30's and I already get teased a lot by Sizuko and the other employees that I'll be an old maid!!!
"I-if you want." I replied, letting him guide me to the bath room. It was massive, as expected for an assassin clan's home. There were showers and of course, a large tub full of warm, rejuvenating water.
"I want you to wash me and I'll wash you. It'll be fun." He was giddy. He scurried over to the showers like an excited child waiting to show his mom he could operate the gears. I walked over, having to awkwardly disrobe in front of my... boss's bodyguard? He threw off his clothes in an instant, it was almost as if I looked up one minute and the next I was greeted with his firm, tight bottom displayed before me.
He started up the water, peering back to me before sheepishly looking down. It seems like he didn't think this through either.
"U-uhm I can wear a towel if you want..." I offered. He nodded, pointing to the stack near the entrance. I grabbed one for me and him before covering myself and returning back. I threw him a towel, peering away.
"Thanks." He threw his on around his waist. He stood up, putting his hands on his hips as he laughed. "I feel like I'm in the ring again!"
I laughed with him. It was pretty cute. I paused as I took up a bucket of water. "Inaba..."
"Ryo, please." He corrected me.
"Ah uhm Ryo-kun," His face flushed at the suffix. "Do you want me to wash your back?"
His face contorted at the myriad of options, all of which excited him and made him more eager. Kun. He looked back to me, picking me up with his arms and placing me on his lap. The size difference was noticeable, but his strength let him support me easily.
“I’m going to be washing you Miss Bunko.” He smiled, lifting up a washcloth to start on my shoulders. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
--
Kengan tournament. We were one of the fortunate parties to be invited onto the ship without having to face blood shed. A familiar face strutted towards us. "Hey cos!" It greeted. Nishihonji Akira, CEO of his father's security system. He warmly hugged Sukizo and gave Inaba a hug as well. Imai Cosmo, a fighter I had heard of but haven't seen, approached us, wanting hugs. He warmly wrapped himself around me.
"Are you Mr. Sukizo's assistant?" He beamed. I laughed, straightening my glasses.
"Y-yes." Assistant was such a... general term. I was more of a support class in an RPG. I did everything for these two. If Sukizo was a merchant/tank, then Inaba was definitely straight DPS. How nerdy of me...
"I'm. so. jealous." He huffed, slumping in against me. His hug was certainly strong, it was easy to see how he could be a formidable grappler. His size also worked to his advantage. Wait... jealous? "Why do they get a cute mom assistant...?" He asked me, pouting.
"Cute mom...?" I replied weakly, unsure of how to handle this. I guess in a way... I was their mom figure. Did either of them even have mother figures? Maybe they had a decent relationship with their mom, but nothing a growing child needs. I laughed. "I'm sure Mr. Nishihonji will hire someone soon to take care of you both, kind of like miss Kaede. You're both very sweet so it'll be easy finding someone."
Imai's face turned red. He blew up at the compliment, keeping her close. How he wanted to be babied more! A hand gently moved Imai away, making him audibly whine. "Inabaaaa! Don't do this to meeee!"
"Don't tease miss Bunko." He huffed, crawling onto my back again as he put his head on top of my own. You were one to talk, you hypocrite...
"Inaba! Did you find yourself a girlfriend finally?" Nishihonji teased, smiling. Sukizo laughed with him.
"Oh yes, they're inseparable!"
... Sukizo... you spend just as much time with us, if not more so, than any other person due to our jobs. It seemed hypocritical to be giggling at a body guard and an assistant spending time together, no less working as a support system for Sukizo.
Sukizo and Nishihonji disappeared. I gently patted Inaba's head as Imai stuck around to speak with us.
"I always worry for all of you... I know this is just the way of life here and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy watching it." I explained with a hearty sigh. Inaba was now positioned around me, hanging onto my torso like a baby to a mother animal. Imai beamed.
"Ahh don't worry Miss Bunko! I'll show off for you~!" He posed, flexing a bit. I laughed and patted his arm muscle. He was only a bit bigger than my little spider, but he was incredibly formidable. It would be fun to see these two pitted against each other.
The two CEOs returned with their match ups.
"Oh I don't know who to feel worse for, us or you two." I joked about the match ups. Both opponents seemed terrifying. Ohma was like an angry dog with no master, let loose every so often. Adam was more like a rampaging bull... which was fitting given his home region.
"Don't worry, it will be over in no time." Imai boasted.
"I'm looking forward to my match..." Idara smiled, leaning into me more as I reworked my hands on his glutes to support him.
"You'll both do great, I'm sure." I reassured them. I gently placed Inaba down so I could walk again,but not without giving Imai another hug as well as Nishihonji. We all said good bye and good luck and began to walk.
Meandering down the corridor, I began to try to recount all of the details I knew of Ohma. I had only seen a few of his fights, but his style was unlike anyone else I had ever seen. Idnaba, giddy for the next match, brought himself up to a bipedial movement. I continued to hold his hand as Sukizo commented on his excitement.
"Me.. take on a rookie, huh?"
--
In the hospital room, Bunko was by Inaba’s side. As he awoke, Ukizo and him had a heartfelt reunion moment. Bunko followed with a soft stroke of his face.
"Miss Bunko...?" He smiled, looking towards her. "Could you... brush my hair?"
"Sure. I even brought all of your brushes." She replied, getting up to retrieve a box of expensive looking hair brushes. He smiled, staring up at the ceiling.
"I haven't been able to live in the moment in so long... live as a fighter. I feel rejuvenated. This is my blood. This is what I am.” He patted his chest gently, wincing in pain. His eyes trailed over to her as she lifted up her tool kit into her lap. “Does it ever bother you?"
"No, it doesn’t bother me that you are an assassin." She replied, taking out a detangler as she began to bring his hair together with her other hand. “Unless if you mean something else...” She took a segment of his hair, gently running the detangler through it.
"I mean, that someone you care for could die in any fight?"
Pausing, she looked to Inaba with pain in her heart, tears falling. She already felt them welling up by him in this position, but they were raining down now that he mentioned his mortality to her.
"Yes but... this is your life. I know if you were to die, I could live without regret because I was able to care for you, and have you trust and care for me as well. I used to worry so much but... I decided, I want to make the most of all of the time I have with you." She placed the brush down, sobbing against his chest gently.
"I love you Ryo-kun."
"I love you too, Bunko-chan."
--
Bunko was dizzy from excitement as she raced around the house, gathering up her things. A business trip with her favorite people from her company! Her dreamy CEO and his handsome and adorable bodyguard! In bathing suits no less!!! She was so eager to see more of their bodies, she laughed to herself but immediately became disheartened.
Oh right... I don’t think they’ve ever seen me in casual clothing... nor my body no less. She panicked, staring down at her toned body of built up muscle. Most men found her strength intimidating, especially so in a misogynistic society.
Well, if they don’t like me for who I am, then maybe it wasn’t meant to be... she thought, reassuring herself. W-Working here! I mean! She panicked. The last of her clothes were packed, and just in time for her ride share to arrive... with none other than her mentioned coworkers.
Walking out with her suitcase around her shoulder, her large sunhat and sunglasses blocked the sun as a flowing top hid her defined body. An expensive car pulled up, Urita in the drivers’ seat as he smiled. “Hey! Don’t you look great- oh goodness, let me help you with that!” He jumped out of the car with Inaba, who was already trying to put his hair onto it to grasp it closer.
“Ohh don’t you two worry! I got this!” She giggled as the trunk popped open, placing her brief case in between their things. “It’s not that heavy but I appreciate it.” She walked into the back as the other two got back in.
“Alright Miss Strong Secretary...” Urita chided her, getting the car ready for the long trip ahead to the beach. Inaba peered to Bunko from the passenger seat, hardly strapped in as his limbs were all over the place.
“You aren’t lonely back there, are you?”
“I’ll be fine! After all, someone needs to keep Mr. Urita company.” Bunko laughed, tilting her head.
“Alright. Wait, why didn’t we hire a private driver again?” Inaba prodded at Urita as he sucked in his bottom lip.
“BecauseIsortofwantedittobeonlyus.” Urita coughed, turning the key to start up the car. It was barely audible to Inaba, who let out a loud ‘oh!’ sound, and Bunko was unable to hear it.
sorry, it's just drabble and the idea was a fleeting one
it's more funny to me than anything because i could 100% see him doing this like a fucking moron he is
I use Rihito instead of Lihito because that was the original translation before the anime, so it's habit. <:3 Sorry gang!!!
18+
“Ready?” Rihito was already tugging on your hand, ready to bolt out the door.
“Hold on, honey,” You tried to gather together your things, falling into him from the force of his playful tugs. You felt your body press in against his chest as he stared down, beaming from ear to ear.
“Look look, I want to stay and fuck too but we should maybe go on a date!! It’s healthy!” He laughed.
“Maybe later,” You replied, returning his grin. Your hands patted his pecs beneath his tight fitting shirt. “I like making you work for it.”
Releasing a loud laugh again, Rihito couldn’t help but crush you in his arms with a hug. He lifted you up, spinning.
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY YOU MAKE ME BABE! I’M NO LONGER A VIRGIN! A ZERO PUSSY LOSER!!! Oh if only they made double of you, then Okubo wouldn’t be left out in the cold!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!
Bathroom
As the sun began to set and most of the guests were going home, the two of you had grown much more physical with one another. Ferris wheel rides of groping, making out in any covered/shaded ride. It was impossible to stay separated from him for long.
“You’ve been teasin’ me all day, now it’s time to pay up!” Rihito picked you up with ease again, walking into the bathroom. He locked it behind you both.
The smell was potently bleach and some other citrusy cleaner scent; it was better than whatever funk could have possibly lingered in a crowded, public restroom. It was deserted and freshly cleaned. Still, you had some apprehension for fucking in a concrete and brick building in a theme park.
“Reallyy… does it have to be here, Rihito?” You groaned as he set you on the counter with a grin.
“You think I could survive an entire car trip ride back!? Don’t worry, sexy, I’ll make this quick.”
one piece head canons/drake is cuban because i say so
drabble, drake x you/reader
“I really appreciate it.” Diez smirked, tucking his lips in out of embarrassment as his eyes cast themselves away from your figure. His white polo only exemplified the blush on his cheeks, betraying him.
“It’s no problem! I grew up with enough of those assholes, I’m just sick of hearing it.” You remarked, putting your hands on your bare hips. “What would they know anyways, they’re white.” Another scoff came from you. Diez let out a soft laugh to your remark.
“So am I, apparently.” He joked. You came over to him, gently hitting him for saying that after everything you did! He lifted up his hands to guard your fists playfully punching on his chest. It was an indirect touch, but it made him reel quickly backwards.
“Oh! Sorry.” You kept your hands up, taking a few steps back to give more distance.
“It’s fine! I haven’t told you yet but I have… a fear of women…” He coughed, finding it hard to admit as he kept his face looking towards a nearby column. “Well, all except my mom.”
(side note, the way I’m doing names us that Jane is her real name but close friends and family call her El so !)
“It’s three in the morning El!” Will whispered sleepily after Jane shook him awake,
Jane and Hopper had moved in recently. It was decided that Jane would would sleep on a mattress on the floor in Will’s room until Jonathan went to University.
Will liked having her with him, especially since they provided each other with a lot of support when they had nightmares or flashbacks but it wasn’t all so bleak, Jane and Will genuinely cared for and loved each other being closer had made them both a lot happier.
One thing Will didn’t like was how Jane would wake him up in the night to ask him random questions, this would happen at least once a week and Will was never too enthusiastic about answering Jane’s weird midnight questions about why Eggos are called Eggos or why it smells different in the living room to Will’s room.
This time was different though, this was the first time Will had no idea what to say. Jane asked him a question he had been asking himself for a long time. “Why do only boys and girls kiss?” as soon as she asked the question the atmosphere became tense, making Jane a feel a little uneasy.
She had asked many random questions on the subject of romance since turning Mike down when he asked to be her boyfriend. Why was this different? Jane had never understood why Mike thought that would happen, to her they’d always been and always would be just friends. And they were, because she had no interest in dating, it just seemed like a very complicated version of friendship to her, why would you spend extra time with a boy just to do more complicated versions of the stuff you do with all your other friends?
Will had been unresponsive for a while. “Will?” Jane said impatiently and a little cautiously. She didn’t know why but this time felt different, usually she’d wake him up, ask a question that she’d thought about while trying to fall asleep, he would answer tiredly and she’d be able to sleep again, that’s just how it went but this time Will was wide awake after she had asked him, he didn’t seem to understand her question so she was about to ask again when he said finally replied “Uuh…well” he paused for another few seconds.
“Sometimes two boys or two girls kiss…”
“Then why have I never seen it before? The boys and girls at school only ever kiss each other.” Jane asked rather quickly. The fact that Will had said that two girls sometimes kiss each other made her feel…weird. Her chest felt all light, her shoulders relaxed and her tummy felt like it was doing somersaults.
“Well…some people don’t like it so…” Will trailed off awkwardly.
“Why? Why don’t people like it?” Jane asked urgently, her eyes widened. For some reason knowing the reason why became very important to her and knowing that people didn’t like it made her feel weird again but in a very different way…her chest felt like it was sinking, her shoulders became stiff and her tummy was doing summersaults again but it felt different, like someone was pushing her intestines around very slowly.
Will didn’t really know what to say. He very quietly and flatly replied with
“Some people think it’s wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“Yeah, El, they think it’s disgusting.” Will replied bitterly
“You should go back to sleep, it’s late” Will added his voice beginning to crack slightly at the last few words.
“But-“ Jane began
“Just shut up El! Go to sleep!” He spoke his voice much louder than Jane expected, not even trying to hide the breaking in his voice or the tight feeling in his throat.
Jane flinched, she always hated loud noises.
“Okay.” She whispered dejectedly
Jane lay down on her makeshift bed and felt as the crushing reality of those questions sank in. She found it hard to sleep that night, she and Will both fell asleep with tears rolling down their cheeks, trying to be as silent as possible to not disturb the other. As Jane lay curled up in her duvet she thought of Max and smiled softly, she was yet to know what the feeling meant but she liked it. Jane sniffed, wiped her tears and rolled over, in about an hour of deep confused thought she finally fell asleep.
