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TR boys' unexpected/random red flags headcanon:
Just some crack and slander for the humor purposes. As always, don't take it too seriously, and have fun with it at least half as much as I did writing it!
Since I obviously need to spell this out for some of you, even though it's literally in the title of the post - these are the red flags you wouldn't normally expect from them! That's the whole point of them being unexpected. So don't go telling me how I missed the mark with some characters, or how their red flags are something else. Yeah, we all know the obvious ones, but why would I state the obvious?!
TW: F!reader; implied mysogyny; mentions of DV, cheating, and general toxic behavior.
The funniest thing about this image is that Kakucho, Mocchi, and probably the Haitani brothers, are all smiling proudly at South singing
As if he didn't beat the shit out of them not so long ago
Sutures Ch. 6
Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Sutures Masterlist
- (Various x Reader)
Summary: Struck with tragedy, medical student (Name) is down on her luck and in need of a better job. Looking for fast money, she attends an interview for a job at a local club. Unfortuantely, she finds herself tangled in the web of the crime organization Bonten with no clean way out.
Warnings: Profanity
Prev Ch. // Next Ch.
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The rest of the week follows a similar pattern. Which at the very least is somewhat comforting.
Each day you receive the text and enter the car. You don't see Ran nor Koko, which is better for your nerves. Who you do see is various women each day.
All beautiful and unsure of your presence. The exact fate of Matsuda hangs in the air over you, as they can’t help but question you on things you don’t know. Things you’d rather not know.
The work is familiar and calms you in spite of the situation at hand. Just as they question you, you want to berate them with yours. But you know better.
It’s been five days since you first started and you are still as lost as when you first arrived.
Compiling the samples you collected for the day, you sigh as you trash your gloves and the used swabs.
Checking your phone, you know it’s almost time to head home. Each day, right before closing up, a car waits for you outside. Whether this is to remain consistent from now on you’re not exactly sure.
The phone vibrates signaling the arrival of the car and your cue to go home. Slipping out the back, you hop into the car and head home. Kicking off your shoes and coat, you toss yourself onto your bed.
In less than a week, school was starting. Your final year was starting, which was relieving to say the least. A year left til, then you’d be an intern working your way up from the bottom all over again. More exams awaited you, but at the very least, you would relish the ease of this year.
As for your position at the club, you hoped you’d make it through the year. That the work would remain easy and the visitors to your room the same. You weren’t indispensable.
Matsuda who had served them diligently for years wasn’t indispensable.
But it wasn’t job security you were after. If given the chance, you’d run away in a heartbeat so long as they’d accept it.
No.
What you wanted now was to live.
The following morning, the car is sent at the usual time which has made it easier for you to get ready before going. The driver and men guarding the back of the club, more familiar with you. The girls you see today are like the rest.
Pretty. Well dressed. All in need of STD testing.
The day ends just as the rest. With a couple hours left till opening, you pull off your dirty scrubs and toss them into the dirty laundry bin by the door. Tying up the trash bag, you set that by the door as well and you clean up your work space. It was the least you could for the cleaners.
While you don’t see them, you know someone has been attending to the needs of the room. Each day, the trash is gone and your worn clothes are washed and set back in the cabinet for reuse. Which helps, since you’ve made no move to bring any of your personal scrub sets.
As you sit yourself down at the computer to finish updating the patient files, a ping from the phone stops you.
See me today.
-Koko
He had stated earlier in the week that you’d be meeting weekly. You didn’t know much about the white haired man but he seemed friendlier than Ran. At the very least, he didn’t treat you like you were a nuisance.
But, Ran had more reason for his actions.
You couldn’t fault him entirely. Because you were the nuisance that slipped through the cracks. Everything would have been easier from him, if you were dead. You being alive was a double-edged sword not only for him but yourself. As much as he likely loathed seeing you, you felt the same for him.
Koko, if you could even call him that, was for that reason, more tolerant of your existence than Ran.
Closing up the file and shutting down the computer, you collected your things and locked the door behind you.
While that was true, you were in no mood to test exactly how patient he was.
The door to his office is ajar and the soft lighting inside is welcoming. He spots you quickly with a look of interest. Even though he has already seen you, as you approach his door, you knock on the frame.
He chuckles lightly, beckoning you in. Taking the seat across from him, you busy yourself looking around his office more as he types away on his computer. He’s fully focused on his work, even having slipped on a pair of glasses.
You're glad for the time to adjust. As you sit, you find yourself becoming less on guard as you manage your breathing just as you had practiced alone. Focusing on the objects around his office, you controlled your lungs. Eyes lingering on things you had dismissed the first time you entered. A boxed tarot set behind him, which seemed interesting for someone like him.
“It’s only been a week and you already seem at home.”
“I’m more familiar now.”
“Good. Any questions?”
“Yes, I wasn’t sure of the samples for testing.”
“We send the testing kits off to a lab and get results several days later. Once they arrive, they’ll be on your desk. Easier that way.”
“Good to know.”
Opening his drawer, he pulls something out before stretching it out towards you. “Here’s the rest.”
The envelope he hands over is thicker than you're used to. Placing it into your bag, you look up to catch him watching you.
His lips are curled upwards as he props his head up on his fist. “How is it?”
As you pause, only one word crosses your mind as he waits.
“Interesting.”
At this, he seems pleased.
“Don’t worry Doctor. It’ll only get more interesting from here on out.”
Nodding, you stand collecting your things to leave, but Koko stops you.
“Ran wanted to see you before you left. Until next time, Doctor.”
Walking out of Koko’s office, you make your way to his office. The lack of light and door shut confuse you. Asking a uniformed girl, she lets you know he’s out on the floor. Seated at the bar with a drink in his hand, he watches over his workers as they scurry around to set up for opening.
“Glad you're still with us.” He starts from his cushioned seat. “Seems you’re learning.”
Taking the seat a spot away from him, you rest your things on your lap.
“Everything you dreamed of?”
“Is it just women I’ll be seeing?”
“No.” He answers easily as he palms his drink. “They’re just being given priority right now, since it’s been a while.”
“Do all the women work here?” You can’t help your prying nor the way your voice slightly softens.
“Depends.”
“On what.”
“Depends if they’re chosen.”
His short responses and uninterest in the conversation annoys you. But not enough to stop you from continuing your probing.
“So you offer hostesses?” At this question, he finally turns to you, looking as if you were the dumbest person alive.
“No. We offer escorts.” He sips from his glass. “They’re prostitutes."
You don’t know whether to be proud of your astute observation, or saddened by how right you had been.
“Don’t ask stupid questions if you can’t handle the answers.”
Don’t apologize. Don’t apologize. Don’t apologize.
“School is starting back up for you, correct?”
“Yes.”
“You need to get into the emergency room. Emergency medicine. Trauma surgery. ICU. Anything along those lines.”
“Alright.”
“When you're not in school, you’ll be here when I say so. We’ll figure out the schedule soon but expect to be here everyday.”
You send him a curt nod.
His eyes move towards you, scanning you from head to toe, just as he did when you interviewed. Under his critical eye, you are hyper aware of not only your poor posture, but your messy hair, lack of makeup, and scabbed cuticles. Once you’ve been assessed, he holds your gaze.
“Make sure you take care of yourself.. Don’t let yourself go or this won’t work.”
It takes everything in you not to showcase your worry at his warning. Instead, you give him a reassuring nod.
“That’ll be all.” He waves you off with his back to you and he stays seated.
Speed walking out the door, you’re ready to spend the rest of the day pretending it was different. Adjusting your bag on your lap once in the comfort of the car, you can’t help but reach for the thick envelope in your bag.
Amazing how heavy money could feel.
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Two weeks don’t feel like two weeks. It’s not incredibly slow nor fast. Rather it feels as if you are reliving the same day over and over again. As weird as it is, you find you’ve been eating the same exact meal for two weeks, which doesn’t help your brain either.
In a way, it’s pleasant. Other than school breaking up your illusion of being stuck inside a simulation, you know what’s next. Nothing terribly nerve-wracking, however also nothing extremely uplifting.
In the group chat, your lack of replies and dryness get swallowed up by the girl's messaging . Your grandmother’s calls get shorter while the time between them gets longer. But if anything it doesn’t make you sad, rather it makes you glad.
You're sleeping more thanks to the shorter working hours. You're also eating regularly now which is an improvement from where you initially started. In the mirror, you look noticeably better even if you don’t feel it.
Right on time.
Grabbing your bag, you make your way to the car waiting outside. The ride is silent as usual. Even after spending three weeks together, not once have you ever really talked with the driver. Not that you were after a friendship or anything. Just like you, he was just here to do his job.
Beeping from the phone has you rifling through your bag. It’s a message from Koko.
Koko:
Meet me at the bar
Making your way onto the floor, you make a beeline to the bar. Behind the counter you see him pouring the contents of a large bottle into several glasses. But he’s not alone. On two stools in front of him sit two other suited men.
Upon recognizing their features, your steps are smaller. The older light haired man with the goatee sits laughing loudly beside the younger dark haired man. The one you recall with different eyes.
From the sheer volume of their voices and laughter, you know they’ve been there for a bit.
“There she is.”
“Just in time. Come join us Doc.”
Koko beckons you over as they all turn to watch you approach. The older one with his hair slicked back sits, his lips curled upwards at the sight of you. The other, younger man watches you carefully, his eyes slightly obscured by the dark strands of his hair. But even then, you see it.
You can’t help the way your eyes trail along his scar and eye. Now closer, you’re able to see It’s not heterochromia as you had initially thought. It appears he’s blind.
“Where’s Ran?” The question leaves you instinctively.
“Why? You miss him already?” Koko’s voice is snarky and accompanied by an obnoxious grin. The way he talks makes you sure he’s far worse when drunk.
“The Haitani’s are out checking up on the other clubs.” The dark haired man reveals, pulling one of the glasses towards him. Unlike the other two, it seems he’s more serious.
“If anything it’s for the best. Never have I seen the fucker so uptight. You’re giving the man ulcers.” Koko reveals as he pours out another glass before sliding it in front of you. “Just us today Doc. I told Ran I could take over watching you for the day. Mochi is just here to participate. Kakucho here to ‘oversee’.”
At the sound of their names, the two nod towards you.
“Someone has to make sure you fuckers are actually taking this seriously.” Kakucho says with a huff but a sly grin behind his glass. Turning towards you he drops the grin. “But this isn’t just an excuse to drink. We need you to get you ready.”
His change in tone and expression, put you on edge as do his words.
Ready for what?
Realizing you’re still standing, Koko urges you to sit in front of your glass. As you sip it, you can’t help the face you make which only makes Koko chuckle.
“See this is why we’re here.”
The next hour you spend with the three at the bar revolves around drinking and serving. They have you try different liquors and drinks, teach you how to serve others, even how to light another person’s cigarette.
“Label up when you pour.” Mochi instructs as he has you pour him and the others another drink. While now their doctor, it seemed you still couldn’t escape the hostess training you initially expected. However the videos you had watched in preparation for your interview helped as they ran through the different expectations of a woman around men.
How to carry oneself around men.
When to keep your eyes down, when to look, when to laugh.
How to serve.
What to ignore and what to expect.
The way they seem intent on counseling you is concerning. It was understandable considering the work they did and such, but what use did a doctor underneath the club have for such etiquette?
As you sit listening to their advice, you feel the warmth inside making you more comfortable. It helped that they seemed to be more easygoing, no doubt more so due to the drinks they had you pour them. At their antics you even find yourself smiling.
Even Kakucho, who seemed to be the most level headed of the three, was joining in. It seemed hard not to. Koko was clever and witty, Mochi was funny and easy. If only you had met in a different timeline, under different circumstances.
Your stomach rumbles from the smell of the food Mochi had ordered from the kitchen. The server places plates of different finger foods in front of you, before returning to the kitchen. Finger foods and the usual bar foods that seemed to only get better the more a person drank.
While you weren’t drunk, you couldn’t say you weren’t tipsy. The glasses you drank weren’t full, rather just poured for you to get used to the strength and taste. Still, the amount of drinking done and on an empty stomach, was enough that you were glad you weren't driving. How they were still able to stand and talk, left you in awe.
Just how we’re their kidneys still functioning?
“I’ve got to finish up some business, so I’ll be heading out.” Kakucho stands, but not before swiping one of the sandwiches from the plate. Bidding farewell, he glances over everyone before his eyes stay on you. “Make sure you eat, can’t have you drunk. See you all tonight.”
As he walks out, you watch him leave, his words lingering in your mind. Noticing your silence and lack of eating, Mochi pushes a plate towards you.
“Eat up doc. We have some of the best food on the block.”
Taking a bite of some salty fried finger food, you have to agree. As the three of you eat, you find that you still can’t get his final remark out of your mind.
Swallowing, you look toward the two still eating.
“What’s tonight?”
“Did we forget to tell you?” Koko asks, cleaning his hands.
Catching Mochi’s eyes, the two grin before looking at you.
“We’re going out.”
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Ran’s words make more sense, once you're sent out to a professional salon.
While the salon your friend Eva worked at was nice, the difference between this one and hers was apparent in not only the building, but the clientele. Here, you stuck out like a sore thumb. All around you, women sat decorated in expensive clothing carrying bags that would have you feeling afraid of getting grabbed and robbed in an alley.
Other than making you aware of the plans for the night, Koko and Mochi finished eating without another word. Once you seemed sober enough, the car that usually took you home dropped you off here under Ran’s orders.
As you sat in your chair, the lady liberally applied a hair gloss to your hair, commenting how much better you’d look after it. Upon arrival, you were brought to her chair for inspection. Dead ends, breakage, dull hair, and in need of face framing. The list of everything wrong with you was lengthy and growing as she assessed you.
Declining the champagne for a soft drink, you allowed her fingers to massage your scalp. Once set, washed, dried, and cut, she finally allowed you to look into a mirror. At the sight of yourself, you couldn’t help but understand her shock at how poorly groomed you were when you walked in. While your clothes were still all wrong, you almost looked the part of a high end woman.
However, just as she cleaned up the ground around the chair, another woman came for you, whisking you away to a private room. There she had you lay down on a table as she groomed your eyebrows and removed any unwanted hair from your face. Upon cleaning up her canvas, she slathered a hydrating mask onto you.
“Now I will step out, so you can undress.”
Her words catch you off guard, but she steps out before you can question her. All you can do is follow her instructions. Wrapping yourself in the robe, you call out to her. Returning, she has you lay down, before preparing her station. As you lay down, you try your best to not move or make noise as she waxes your body. To allow your skin to calm down, you opt to stay in the robe as your lead to the manicurist.
Upon seeing your nails, she doesn’t hide her displeased look. Handing you some repair cream, she instead offers to clean around your nails and carefully applies a neutral polish. Washing off the mask, they bring you back to the room so you can get dressed.
As you stand clothed, you can’t help but feel refreshed. Even under such circumstances, it was nice to get treated to a spa day.
“Mr. Haitani has instructed us to have you sit for makeup and styling.” The attendant reveals guiding you to yet again another area of the salon.
Here, she has you sit with a stylist. As you chat, she applies makeup complimentary to your skin tone and skin type. Placing the products used on you into a bag for you, she tells you the colors that compliment you the most as demonstrated by how bright your face looks. Sipping some sparkling water, you allow her to style your hair however she feels.
Gone is the depressed doctor, replaced by the carefully styled and painted woman in the mirror. Her mouth slightly agape as her eyes trace her cleanly drawn brows and glossed lip. It had been weeks since you had gotten ready and only now as you stood, did you realize how much you missed it. Not how you looked rather how it made you feel.
Alive.
After a couple hours of pampering, you’re finally done and ready for the night. Waiting outside the salon, sits your driver. As you enter the car, several garment bags sit in the empty seat next to you catching your attention. Atop of them, a note left on a shoe box. Closing the door behind you, you pulled the shoe box to your lap.
Checking the time on your phone, you realize only an hour remains. And even after all the time spent preparing, you’re not even sure if you’re close to ready.
See you at 8
-Ran
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Author's Note: The ball is rolling and we are meeting more of the guys. I even gave you guys a nice lil spa day. Hope you enjoy this update, I know v slow , but it’s coming I swear. Took me too long to write this omg. But, I’ve started on another series expanding a one shot. V excited, since I have so many ideas for it. I just gotta organize myself on worrying about my posted work first. Enjoy!<3
teniendo pokemones siempre peligroso, SIEMPRE PELIGROSO
Collectible cute critters
One of my favorite topics besides dinosaurs, is monsters, stuff from legends, mythology, from classic literature or even from movies. I like to see various creatures in a compendium or bestiary, but it’s even better when you can collect them and that’s what inspired this drawing, monster-taming games
Yu-Gi-Oh and Monster Rancher aren’t exactly about catching creatures, but they have a huge variety of monsters so it kinda fits. I wanted to include a Slime from Dragon Quest or a Chocobo from Final Fantasy, but their main games are more about killing monsters than collecting them. Medabots fits this, but I don’t think a robot counts as a monster (in the traditional sense at least)
Anyway, I wanted to put them together, legendary creatures of pop culture. Honestly one of my favorite drawings of this year