Warnings: NSFW; Tied up; P in V sex, Virginity loss (ichimatsu);
PS: since that man doesn't talk in the episode he doesn't talk in the fanfic too :D make him more Jason-like lol
The first thing you felt was the ringing in your ears. It was loud, as if your own brain was vibrating against your skull. Dizzying pain and confusion were predominant when you tried to force your eyes open, thankfully it didn't take long for everything to make sense. As you felt the cold hardwood floor you were currently lying on, and the once general pain in your head became concentrated on the back of it, you were quickly able to pierce together what had happened and where you were.
For starters you were still in the mansion, you could recognize the expensive walls, floor and furniture only a rich man could have. Now with the location in mind, the problem was easy to guess, if inspector Choromatsu was right and the killer is still within the mansion, then this had to be his doing! That means you were probably knocked out cold and dragged somewhere away from the detectives… Oh no..oh no, no, no! This was bad, this was really bad!
Trying to move around you realized one more problem of your nefarious situation, your wrists and legs were tied up. Shit, what to do now? Considering you weren't tied to anything you still had a chance to escape, but there is no way you were getting far without being able to walk properly, and getting the detectives attention would also not work, not while detective Osomatsu kept them distracted… you could definitely use some of his calming jokes right now.
Slowly you rose up from the floor, staying on your knees to get a better view of the room. If you could find something to cut the ropes with, your chances of surviving would greatly increase. The lighting was not helping you at all, the whole room was dark, the curtains pulled all the way closed, the only source of light being the yellowy flames burning on the fireplace. You had an old couch right in front of you, definitely more comfortable than the floor hurting your knees, but there was no time for comfort! The couch presented nothing useful, on the opposite side a table sat right in front of the fireplace, you inched slowly towards it, the bindings making it difficult to move.
BAAM
The door slammed open, rattling against the wall with the force used, you turned your head startled and scared that the killer was back to finish you, and as your eyes met the creepy hockey mask, you knew you were about to meet your end. The man dressed with a dark old apron, carrying two weapons with blood on them, stopped once he saw you on the ground, and you were quick to move back, trying to be as far as possible from him.
“Wait! Wait!” You pleaded with the killer. You still had much to live for, and at that moment, when it really mattered, you decided without doubts “I'll do anything! just please don't kill me!” The masked man was not responding but you were too desperate to pay attention to that, you didn't want to be just another corpse they would pile at the end of the day, “I mean it, money, glory, sex, I'll even help you deceive the detectives!” You doubted that last one was even needed considering how the idiots were handling the pieces of evidence. You didn't miss the way his eyes widened under the mask at the mention of sex, maybe this was your ticket out? Mustering up all courage you ever had in your body you inclined yourself towards the killer.
Fuck honor or dignity, you life was on the line!
“I'm willing to do anything you want, so don't hold yourself back.” You said with the conviction of someone who was totally not a knife away from wetting her pants. Doing your best to convince the man to change his plans in a way more beneficial to you, well anything would be more beneficial than death…
Wait. An idea surged through your mind, something you had not considered in your panic, but should have.
Maybe you didn't even have to sleep with him at all… yes, what a genius plan, if you could convince him to lower his guard and lay down with you, you might be able to convince him to take off your bindings, it just depends on how much you could get him to trust you. That way not only would you be able to survive but also easily get him arrested after escaping. Perfect plan! Phew you almost slept with a serial killer, that would certainly not look good for your criminalist career.
But things didn't exactly play out how you expected, instead of following your lead for pleasure, the man, who seemed even more shocked than he did before, stood there frozen as if seeing a ghost. You waited for his answer but nothing came… against your better judgment you gave the killer a slight tease.
“Are you shy?” He flinched, as if not expecting you to speak again after that minute of silence, “You're a killer… but you're scared of sex…?” Right now, either the odds were totally in your favor or you were completely screwed, you just had to push him a little more to discover which one was it.
As if breaking out of his shocked state, but still keeping his startled expression, the man pointed to himself and then gestured with his hands making an ‘X’ as if to say “no”. His actions had an urgency to them, you guessed he just really didn't want you to think less of him as a killer.
“Then come here, I'll give you a good time, I promise.” You couldn't remember when was the last time you had put your acting skills to use but thank god it seemed to be working.
He, still quite jittery, lowered himself in front of you, on his knees just like you were, dropping his weapons on the sofa. You could see an outline forming behind his apron, was he this excited already? Man this was going to be easy. Once again in an exasperated way, he put both of his hands on his chest as if to say “me” and again motioned the “no” sign.
“I believe you, you're not shy,” you answered without paying much attention, you mind occupied preparing for your next bold move, “Can you remove your mask for me?” You knew the probability of him doing that would be very low, but starting with a kiss would be your best move to lower his guard.
He nodded a “no”, but at the same time his hand moved towards the back of his head, messing with the mask, loosening it a bit. He then pulled the mask just a bit up, enough to show his mouth but nothing more. His breath was shaky with anticipation, his hand trembling like he didn't know what to do with them.
You leaned in, starting slowly with a modest kiss. He was still nervous, but trying his best to match your movements, his tremulous lips pressing with more and more steam against yours by the second. His hands landed awkwardly on your shoulders, sensing he was ready for more of you, you pressed your tongue against his lips.
When your tongues met, the kiss became a wet mess, you could tell how much he was enjoying himself and you couldn't lie, you were taking some pleasure out of this too. You felt his arms sneaking behind you, and without breaking the kiss, he rose up from the floor, carrying you with him. You let out a surprised sound, which was muffled by his own mouth. Completely suspended from the floor, with your arms tied behind your back and your shins tied to each other, you felt a bit of panic rise up.
Thankfully the man quickly sat you down on the sofa, kneeling in front of you and with his hands he separated your knees, leaving you in quite an exposed position.
“Wait,” You said, surprised when the killer actually stopped to look at you, “Could you untie my legs?... to make it easier, I mean.” The confidence you once sported so easily had cracks on it now, something about being so close to freedom made your heart beat faster than it should.
He looked at you, seemingly considering your words, and then started undoing the bindings. He did not waste a second, as soon as your legs were untied he started unbuttoning your uniform. Once your pants were out of the way he leaned in close to your thighs, his mouth carefully trailed your skin. At that moment your own resolve got put to a test, it would be easy for you to throw him off balance now, try to escape and find the other people there, but in your core, you just felt too horny to act on it. You wouldn't admit it to yourself, no, no, no, instead you just chose to not think about it at all.
His mouth continued to bite and kiss all the flesh on your thighs he possibly could, he moved your knees to stay on his shoulders, giving him even more access to your inner thighs. You looked down at him, beside the mess of dark hair you could see many teeth marks on your skin, with some particularly rough bites from him almost making you scream. The bites were always followed by kisses, sometimes chaste sometimes not. The hands he kept holding your legs would sometimes move and squeeze your flesh, he seemed to be enjoying playing with your tights more than anything.
Then, as he got closer and closer to your core, he kissed your lips through your underwear. The action sent a shiver through your body, and the man huffed out a laugh when he felt the way your thighs trembled. You could feel everything thanks to your thin cheap underwear, the way he pressed his tongue against it like he wanted to drive you crazy, the way his lips would curve up every time he got the reaction he wanted out of you. Without your hands to help cover your mouth your sounds were released freely and you could feel your body temperature rising due to the embarrassment you felt.
Once he was satisfied enough with his teasing he finally pulled your underwear down and unbuttoned his pants under the apron. One knee he placed on the couch, positioning your thigh on top of his, your other one he held up, completely exposing your most intimate parts to him. You normally wouldn't feel so ashamed if it wasn't for the fact that he was still completely clothed, his apron hiding from view anything you could possibly want to see, and it didn't seem like he was going to take it off anytime soon.
He paused for a moment, letting go of your leg to mess with his mask again, though this time he was securing it in the right place, you guessed that meant no more kisses. One of his hands went under the apron and leaned in, the other hand he propped up on the sofa to steady himself, right beside your head. His masked face was now only a few centimeters away from your own, and as your eyes met he seemed almost hesitant to move. You nodded, giving him the go ahead, his hips stuttered but he followed your hint, finally closing the gap between you two.
His grunts and your moans filled the small room in perfect harmony, once his cock was all the way in you both paused for a moment, the killer seemed to be almost out of breath but before you could say anything he leaned in resting his face on your shoulder, and began rocking his hips back and forth. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and if you were able to see his face at that moment you'd see how red the poor man's face was. Slowly you tried to match the man's pace, your hips twitching almost in sync with his rhythm but still struggling to be a perfect match, it was difficult moving due to the position and your hands being tied behind your back but thankfully the sloppy nature of the sex only added more to your horniness.
“I'm sure he must be around here!” Your eyes widened in shock hearing the voices and steps of the detectives right outside the door, in an instant the killer covered your mouth in panic. You thought with the threat of your colleagues entering the room he would cease his movements, and for a second he did, then his hips resumed at an even more brutal pace than before, like in a way he enjoyed being near the threat of getting caught. Not enough to uncover your mouth though.
“There! Footprints! They must be his!!”
“Follow them everyone!”
You heard, relieved, the noise of the men going in another direction. Most of the time their incompetence in solving crimes had you very displeased but this time you were actually glad about that. Being honest they were probably following each other's footprints…
Your thoughts were brought back to the man currently slamming his hips onto yours when you felt his thumb pressing firmly against your bottom lip, you opened your lips for him and he pushed his thumb inside, smoothly pressing it against your tongue. You moaned around it, closing your lips on his thumb, even without using actual words you could tell he how badly liked that by the sounds he was making. His deep voice was almost too good to not be heard, truly a shame he did not talk. Purposely you clenched around him, getting an almost ‘whine’ like sound from the man.
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to that sweet feeling of a climax, and by the way he was panting he shouldn’t be far away from it too. When you came on him, wetting not only his cock but the apron that covered your parts with your cum, you heard him, his moans he was not able to hold back, loud and so sweet. His hand withdrew from your mouth and went to your hips, his desperation to cum alongside you evident, his masked face once again leaning on your neck, his breath you felt through the holes of his hockey mask, he was so hot, his skin felt like it was burning.
When he finally reached what he was so desperately chasing you felt yourself be full like never before, it was like his body had been waiting his whole life for this moment, and all you wanted was to be able to kiss him again. After his last few thrusts he completely went limp on top of you, spent and breathless. You, also out of breath and tired, just laid there with the killer's body weight pressing you onto the sofa.
I felt like a minute had passed, or maybe two, when you finally made the first move to get up.
“Hey, could you maybe… untie me now?” You asked the killer.
He almost jumped, like suddenly he had been reminded how all this started. He quickly got up, stumbling on his still lowered pants, with shocked eyes and clumsy hands he untied your bindings. Once your hands were free he helped you to your feet, the weird position he had you in for sure would have your back hurting for some time. When you were both on your feet, you began dressing yourselves up again. It was an awkward few minutes, he seemed extremely shy after all that happened and you yourself was struggling to make peace with the fact you fucked a serial killer.
“So, I technically should arrest you now…” you saw him flinch and once again make the same ‘X’ with his hands, “Or we could just pretend like this didn't happen and we never saw each other.”
His shoulders seemed to drop down in disappointment but he ended up agreeing, better than going to jail. You both got out of the room and when you looked at his clothing you couldn't help but feel a little bad, there was a clear wet spot on his apron right on his crotch, but you didn't say anything and obviously he didn't either.
No surprise it was not difficult finding your colleagues, the loud bunch they were, but what did shock you was the gigantic pile of bodies next to them. And the fact that they seemed to be having a dinner party.
“What's all this?” You asked your long time crime solving partner Todomatsu.
He explained to you, in a too relaxed manner for someone who was dealing with a serial killer, that with the help of the calming detective Osomatsu everyone had everyone relaxed and had a good time “solving” the case.
“But what about catching the killer?” You asked, shocked to see your normally down to earth friend also be swayed by those foolish detectives.
“Oh we didn't need to do that at all, he felt so calm he came out of hiding himself!”
“What?” What the hell was he talking about? You had been with the killer the whole time!... Hadn't you?... You hadn't fucked a completely random guy that had nothing to do with the situation and just happened to dress weirdly, right?!
He pulled a weird guy wearing a green ski mask from the crowd of people.
i NEED-UH that blue dumbass.. i need Karamatsu BAD.
so how about...Karamatsu headcanons? like any and all type of headcanons you got for him. from platonic to romantic to nsfw. anything. im desperate. (and if it helps with something, being Karamatsu x afab/ she/her reader. tho its not a necesity!)
PUH-LEASEEE
-🎀
Heh Karamatsu headcanons are my specialty! Because I love the blue dumbass just as much as you. Probably just gonna do some platonic and dating headcanons for this. Feel free to see the platonic as pre dating.
Platonic
* He likes chilling on the roof with you and Jyushi with his guitar. It calms him a little.
* He’s always down to hang out with you as it gets him out the house. And it tends to end up with you both shopping together
* He tends to drop the mask he uses the longer you have been friends. And it’s nice being around someone that doesn’t put him down all the time
Romantic
* You get all the nicknames. You are his Karamatsu girl, his honey, his special flower I could go on.
* A lot of sweaty hand holding as while he may project his bravado but like the rest of his brothers he will melt just by holding your hand.
* Brings flowers for you on every date, he has started growing them at home as his limited wallet was starting to get stretched a bit too thin for the dates he takes you on.
* Covers himself in cologne before meeting you every time, yes his brothers complain about this to him.
* One of the first gifts he ever got you was one of his iconic tank tops with his face on it. He always gets super happy whenever he sees you wearing it.
Stuttering Heart (Karamatsu X Gender Neutral Reader)
You've known Karamatsu for quite some time and you are not immune to his charms, even if he hadn't meant to woo you.
Friends to lovers with history behind it!
AN: Okay, this was an old self indulgent piece I wrote and decided to recycle (No descriptions of dazzling blue eyes or anything of the sort, I assure you) The original was male leaning so I'm making a gender neutral version that's ambiguous of the reader's gender and Karamatsu's sexuality (with minimal change of the dialogue!). Enjoy!
Masculine Leaning Version Here
When you first met the flamboyant man, you were… a little put off by his behavior as it was far too loud and noisy for you. But as time progressed, you began to admire Karamatsu for his confidence and being true to himself.
The feelings bloomed when you saw Karamatsu, the real Karamatsu. Behind those tinted shades, behind that confident persona was Karamatsu, a soft spoken man with a smile that could brighten a room, seeing it for the first time, hearing his true voice made your body transcend where only white space, yourself and Karamatsu remained, cherry blossoms fluttering past you.
After realizing your feelings towards Karamatsu, you kept it to yourself, acting like everything was the same as usual. Except your feelings for him only grew and it was becoming harder to hide your feelings. You began to grow flustered, stuttering and tripping over your words more often around the confident Matsuno.
You could barely stay in the same room as Karamatsu without blushing and shaking like a chihuahua. It was starting to become a problem, a pit of guilt forming in your stomach from essentially ignoring Karamatsu. The recent memory of his disappointed and somewhat hurt expression as you stuttered out your half baked excuse and fled intensified that guilt eleven fold.
So you did what you thought was best at the time, pouring all your feelings into a love letter, the weight burdening your heart lifting a little with every word, every sentence you crafted. And in the dead of night, you dropped it off at the Matsuno residence, no signature, a secret admirer’s declaration.
You were able to hang around Karamatsu again without growing flustered and fleeing (Karamatsu was more than happy to see you again as he was worried for your health.) You heard brief mentions of a secret admirer spill from his lips before his brothers either cut him off or smacked him upside the head as he’d been misty eyed and gushing non stop and the boys were already at their limit.
Thus the birth of a new cycle began, when the feelings became too much for you to handle, you wrote a letter, delivered it in secret, overheard brief snippets of Karamatsu bragging about his secret admirer then he’d be too busy to hang out with you as he was searching for the one behind the letters, according to the annoyed responses from his brothers anyway.
Weeks passed, and the letters became more frequent, your emotions becoming harder and harder to contain and the longer Karamatsu searched.
Now you sat at the kotatsu in thought, brows furrowed and wondering what to do, the blinking cursor of your notes app taunting you.
The answer was obvious, of course but… Would you even have the courage to do it? Did Karamatsu even like you that way to begin with? I mean, he acts a bit fruity but you weren’t sure if that was him or the carefully crafted persona. You wanted to put Karamatsu’s mind at ease but you also didn’t want to ruin the relationship you have with him. You bring a hand up to rub your temple with a groan, letting your forehead drop onto the table with a soft thump.
“. . . What are you groaning about?” Ichimatsu asks quietly, you jolt from hearing his voice, momentarily forgetting you were in the Matsuno living room in the first place. You lift your head with a sigh, dropping your hand into your lap, spotting the purple clad man curled up in the corner and staring right at you. Choromatsu was sitting on the floor, back against the wall reading manga and Todomatsu was across the kotatsu on his phone.
“Just thinking,” You answer vaguely with a wave of your hand, Todomatsu scoffs.
“Come on, you know that vague shit is only going to bother us, spill,” He says bluntly, eyes never leaving his screen. You stiffen, fingers tugging and fiddling with the loose fabric around your legs as you try to come up with an excuse.
“Having trouble writing a confession scene, nothing more,” You say with a shrug, the moment those words left your lips, the room’s atmosphere shifted, Ichimatsu’s eyes widening a bit, cat like ears sprouting from his head, Choro’s eyes flickering between the manga and you, and Totty stopped scrolling on his phone. He sets his phone down and looks up at you with a smile, a trained smile you know well.
“Oh? With who? What story? Or is it one of your little self shipping projects?” Totty asks, teasing you a little with that last sentence. Your anxious fiddling only worsens as a blush overtakes your face, your mind thinking nothing but Karamatsu.
“I- uh- that’s,” You trail off, your mind freezing as you realize you’re caught in Totty’s trap, you turn off your phone before covering your face and screaming into your hands for a short moment.
“AGH, you suuuuuck,” You whine, Totty smirking smugly as he observes you.
“So what’s this really about?” Choromatsu asks hesitantly, closing the manga and setting it in his lap. Ichi’s gaze never left you, as if studying you, watching every micromovement you make. You shrink in on yourself, shaking your head.
“Mmm, I don’t wanna talk about it…” You mutter flustered. Totty hums.
“You don’t? Or you’re afraid of our reactions if you do tell us?” You flinch from his statement, bingo.
“. . . It’s not like we’re going to hate you or anything…” Ichimatsu mumbles, Choro nodding in agreement. Totty softly tuts.
“Come on,” He says your nickname in a sickeningly sweet tone.
“What's the matter?” He asks, trying to gently pry the answer out of you. You peer from between your fingers, lowering your hands shakily as you take a breath. Then the shoji slides open with a cheer.
“I’M HOME!” Jyushi chirps as he enters the living room before taking stock of the situation. His eyes dart between You, Totty, You, Ichi, You, Choro and finally, You. There’s a pause before Jyushi speaks up.
“Oh! Is-” He chirps your nickname as if it was the sun itself.
“-ready to confess to Kara-chan?” Those 5 seconds of silence are deafening.
“HUH?”
“What?!” Choro and Totty exclaim, Totty slamming his hands on the kotatsu and leaning forward as Choro suddenly stands up, manga falling to the floor. Jyushi tilts his head as you tense up.
“KARAMATSU?! OF ALL PEOPLE?! WHY?!” Totty yells, you yelp as you frantically wave your hands.
“Shh! Not so loud!” You whisper shout as Osomatsu peeks his head in.
“What’s all the ruckus about?” Choro points to you absolutely dumbfounded.
“THEY LIKE KARAMATSU. KARAMATSU!” Oso blinks before glancing at you who was currently mortified that this was happening.
“Oh, is that all?”
“HUH? WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!” Totty asks, Oso stepping into the room and rubbing his finger under his nose.
“I figured that out a while ago,” Jyushi raises his hand.
“THEY TOLD ME!” Ichimatsu hums as he looks away, his ears disappearing back into his hair.
"Kinda obvious with how often you stare at him,”
“YOU KNEW?! Totty and Choro exclaim, their disbelief now directed towards their brothers. You sat there frozen, eyes white as your soul leaves your body, hand unconsciously grabbing your phone as you lean sideways, body collapsing unceremoniously, you’d be damned if you let anyone touch your phone after death. Jyushi notices with a jolt and kneels beside you, gently shaking your shoulder.
“You okay?”
“No, I’m dying from embarrassment…”
“Haha! You’re silly!” Jyushi lifts you to sit upright again before patting your head, the rest of his brothers (minus Ichimatsu) still arguing in the background.
“You know that’s not possible! Besides, Kara-chan might like you back!” You blink, your eyes returning as you peer over your shoulder to look at Jyushimatsu.
“Might?”
“Uh huh! He’s not exactly subtle with his preferences!” You stare at Jyushi for a long while, slowly pocketing your phone before lunging at him, digging your fingers into his collar as he let out a surprised yelp.
“And you didn’t think to tell me until now?!” You ask, a flurry of emotions stirring within you.
“I figured it was obvious!”
“Well clearly, it wasn’t!” You countered, groaning softly as you rest your forehead against Jyushi’s shoulder.
“This sucks…” You mutter, Jyushi gently patting your back.
“Okay, OKAY! Let’s all just take a breath!” Choromatsu yells, exhaling slowly, Totty rolls his eyes and Osomatsu stuffs his hands into his pockets.
“You guys were the ones yelling so loudly,” He points out with a cheeky grin.
“That’s besides the point,” Choro hisses through gritted teeth, turning to you and Jyushi.
“So what do you plan to do?”
“Eh?” You mutter, raising your head to look at Choro.
“Are you going to act on these feelings or what?” You stared at him for a moment before glancing between Jyushi and Ichi.
“. . . Are you going to be mad at me?”
“What? NO! Of course not!” Totty exclaims, sounding a tad offended that you’d even think of that possibility. You narrow your eyes at them.
“Are you going to be mad at Kara?”
“Ah- Uh-...” Totty mutters, looking away and scratching his cheek as Choromatsu does the same.
“I think they’d be cute together!” Jyushi raises a hand with a wide grin, you jolt and look away with a slight flush despite practically cuddling him.
“I don’t really care, just don’t forget about the rest of us,” Ichi mutters. Translation: Don’t forget about me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure these bozos don’t bully Kara too much,” Oso declares, you stare at him with a deadpan expression.
“That’s bullshit,”
“H-Hey, come on! I’m trying here!” Oso whines, you roll your eyes as you separate yourself from Jyushimatsu. Totty and Choro sit in contemplative silence before Totty nods and rises to his feet.
“Well, nothing we can do about it now. Might as well make you presentable!”
“Huh?” You ask, dumbfounded as Totty approaches, stopping just before you, giving you a once over with a critical eye.
“Don’t tell me you were planning to confess in that!”
“. . . You just gestured to me,”
“Exactly! You’re giving off sad, pathetic nerd vibes with that outfit,” You look down at your outfit.
“. . . I mean- You’re not wrong. B-But still, I wasn’t even p-planning on confessing to Kara anytime soon!” You explain, frantically waving your hands around, you were considering it but no way you were going through with it… Choromatsu groans.
“Seriously? All that and you’re not even going to try?"
“I-I didn’t say that,” You mutter, shrinking in on yourself. Jyushi pats your back enthusiastically.
“I think you’d look great in a suit!” He chirps encouragingly, you sputter from the sudden compliment.
“Ooo, yeah, I can see it! Though that may be a bit much-... Scratch that, it’s perfect for Karamatsu-Niisan,” Totty comments, framing you with his fingers and closing an eye.
“What color bow though…?” He thinks aloud, Ichi clicks his tongue and mutters your favorite color. Jyushi hums in thought.
“Karamatsu-Niisan likes roses so we should get some for a confession gift!” He suggests, Choromatsu smiles.
“That’s a great idea! He’s a sucker for big romantic gestures. Now all we need is a location and-” The rest of their conversation is a blur, chatting as if you weren’t even there, planning and prepping for a confession that might go south. You sit there, anxiety slowly rising within you, its tendrils wrapping around your heart. Jyushi had gotten up to talk to Totty, exclaiming his suggestions with excitement.
You flinch when Ichimatsu suddenly appears beside you, gently bumping your shoulder against his.
“It’ll be fine, Shittymatsu is a romantic at heart,” Ichimatsu tries to be reassuring, looking away with a small grin.
“And we won’t beat him up too badly,” You huff in amusement, returning the physical gesture.
“Thanks,” Ichimatsu hums in reply as the two of you watch the surprisingly excited brothers discuss how to execute this confession.
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Karamatsu was many things, an artist, a man of mystery, a sinful guy! (A NEET, a virgin, desperate and lonely-) But never once in his life did he expect to find a letter, a love letter, addressed to him.
Sure, it may have been a prank (or so he thought at first) but the more letters he received, the more he felt touched and recognized by the pasted magazine words across the paper. He felt confident, smug even and allowed himself to boast in front of his brothers, detailing the letters he received, an anonymous love just beyond his grasp. (He had gotten a few nasty looks from his brothers, and head trauma from being drop kicked into the ground-)
But who was behind these words of affection escaped him, whoever had delivered these letters ensured they couldn’t be traced back to anyone. (Your secret admirer, secret indeed…)
That didn’t deter him, he began looking for his “Karamatsu Darling,” even if it killed him. Though his efforts were fruitless and the amount of people on his list were quickly dwindling… (It certainly wasn’t Totoko, who quickly punched him in the gut for even suggesting that, nor was it Chibita as he was busy with his oden stall, also called him an idiot-)
Though he’d never admit it aloud, he was growing desperate. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been shown any interest in so long. Maybe it was the possibility he could kiss his virgin hood goodbye. Or maybe it was because he actually felt seen, heard, understood after so long of being just… Karamatsu.
It was a nice sunny day, one he’d normally take in stride if he wasn’t so preoccupied with his thoughts, dressed in his usual attire, sunglasses shielding the world of his emotional plight as he leaned against the bridge railing, trailing the cobblestone beneath his feet with his eyes.
He wasn’t planning on anything much, no secret admirer hunting, no Karamatsu Girl, Boy, Or Fan scouting, just a day where he could sort his messy thoughts, maybe glean some inspiration from it.
“E-Excuse me?” A soft voice asks, one he doesn’t recognize, he lifts his gaze to a gorgeous brunette with soft brown eyes, around his age staring at him with flickering eyes, not quite meeting his, fidgeting hands and a soft blush.
“I-I was wondering if you… maybe… want to go on a date sometime?” They mutter quietly. Karamatsu was shook, that was the first time in… ever that something like this happened to him. (that wasn’t a scam lol) Normally he’d be caught off guard, blushing, stuttering, attempting to play into his cool persona.
But now? He just smiled politely.
“While I’m flattered by the invitation, I have another in my heart at the moment, however,” He gently takes their hand and cups it within his own.
“I hope you find someone who will share your feelings ten fold,” He pulls his hand back to lift his tinted shades, genuine warmth and kindness reflecting within his gaze, accompanying his dazzling smile. They blink, flush intensifying as they return his smile and nod.
“O-Of course, thank you! Sorry to take your time!” They gently retract their hand from his and bow in apology, Karamatsu is quick to wave it off.
“It’s no trouble! Now get out there and find your soulmate!” He encourages, they straighten with a determined nod before running off. He huffs, satisfied with himself as he slips his shades onto his nose once more.
He was a bit lost as to why he responded in such a way, except that it felt right in the moment. Odd considering he’d jump at any opportunity to be with another in a romantic sense.
“K-Karamel?” Karamatsu perks up at the familiar voice and nickname, turning to see you, his beloved friend standing there in a crisp suit and tie, a singular blue rose in hand. (A gift from the Matsunos, but someone had spent all their money on gambling so they had to make due-)
He noticed right away that you looked rather anxious and flustered, more so than usual as of late.
“Ah, Starlight! You look quite dashing, off to impress someone?” He asks with a smile, a slight twinge thrumming in his heart like a tightened guitar string, it wasn’t very pleasant…
For some reason, he didn’t like the idea of you going to someone else, perhaps he was worried about his friend getting hurt and heartbroken? Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it, he needed to be present for his clearly nervous companion.
“A-Ah, uh, y-yes, um…” You stutter, palms growing sweaty as you begin to shake a little, glancing at the nearby and not very inconspicuous bush nearby where all the brothers gathered behind it. They give you a thumbs up to which you take a deep, shaky breath.
“U-Um, th-this is for you,” You mutter, offering the rose. Karamatsu blinks, a bit surprised.
“Th-Thank you, my dear, but is this not for who you’re attempting to woo?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion as he gingerly accepts the rose, admiring its petals. Your flush deepens.
“I-I’m getting to it! U-Uh… You uh- You know those l-letters you’ve been getting lately?” You begin, Karamatsu’s eyes widening a little, his heartbeat kicking up.
“Yes, why? Do you know who sent them?” He asks, his hope skyrocketing. You purse your lips and nod. Karamatsu absolutely beams, his heart exploding with happiness, his grip on the flower tightening just a bit.
“Destiny has blessed me this day! Tell me, who has sent me these wondrous symphonies of affection?” He asks, buzzing with excitement, energy, and determination. You mumble quietly under your breath.
“Sorry, could you please repeat that?” You shrink a little before repeating yourself again, eyes tracing the cobblestone beneath your feet.
“M-Me…” Karamatsu blinks, his world halting all around him, did he hear that right?
“P-Pardon?” He asks, unable to keep the nerves from leaking into his vocabulary. You take a shaky breath.
“I-I did. I wrote them. You uh- d-dont have to reciprocate, I know it’s weird a-and sudden coming from someone you only see as a friend-” As you continue to ramble on anxiously, Karamatsu stares at you, emotions raging a war inside him as the world seemingly disappeared all around him, leaving only you and him in a white expanse.
Little details in the notes suddenly made sense to him, the little quirks of your writing style. This then melted into flickers of his time with you, the way you engaged with Karamatsu’s interests, shared your own with an excitement that rivaled Jyushimatsu’s. Your soft encouragement and firm encouragement. The fire in your eyes when you were about to deck someone for hurting Karamatsu. All these little moments came rushing back, building higher and higher before reaching a crescendo, something clicking, breaking the chains deep within him that stole the air right out of his lungs.
He loves you. He’s loved you longer than he realized. And here he was, standing like an idiot, clutching a momentous gift like a life line and staring at his beloved while you muttered nervously, tearfully, full heartedly expecting a rejection.
“S-So uh, W-We can forget this whole thing ever happened and uh- just stay frien-DS?!” You conclude before you were suddenly pulled into a hug by Karamatsu, making you squeak in surprise, Kara couldn’t help the tears forming in his eyes as he held onto you tightly, rose falling out of his hand and fluttering to the ground.
“K-Karamatsu?” You ask hesitantly, a hand hovering over Kara’s back with uncertainty, Kara buried his face in your shoulder, his sunglasses slipping off and clattering to the ground as your suit absorbed the tears.
“N-No…”
“No?” You echoed softly, confused. You inhale sharply when Karamatsu pulls back, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders, eyes a little red and puffy as he desperately tries to hold back his tears.
“No, I-I won’t forget about this. I CAN’T forget about this!” Karamatsu says determined, lifting a slightly shaky hand to rest on your cheek, releasing a soft exhale of wonder as you flush slightly.
“Those letters… Your letters mean so, so much to me, even if I didn’t know who it was behind the pasted words. I felt seen, heard, understood. So even if you’re the one behind these letters, it only makes me love you even more,” Your breath catches in your throat, staring at Kara’s flustered, teary and warm eyes reflecting affection and determination.
“Y-You do?” You ask, breathless, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe Kara’s tears, he stiffens for a moment, releasing a shaky breath as he leans into your touch.
“I do. And I’ll say it as many times as I need for you to believe me,” Kara says, determined, hand travelling from your shoulder to your waist, hesitant for a moment before you rest your free hand against his chest. He swallows, face slowly turning red as he blinks his tears away, clearing his throat.
“I-I um-”
“JUST KISS THEM ALREADY!” You and Karamatsu jolt from Osomatsu’s sudden bored exclamation, upper body over the bush and cupping his mouth for added effect. Choromatsu growls as he rises from the bush and hits him upside the head.
“You idiot! You killed the mood!”
“Ow! Hey! That hurt!” Osomatsu complains as the rest of the boys rise from the bush to berate Osomatsu (Totty) or congratulate/glare at Karamatsu (Ichi and Jyushi.) Karamatsu is more than mortified, taking a step back and covering his face with his hands with a low whine.
You were a little sad to have lost the contact but understood why, glaring daggers at Osomatsu who was already getting a verbal (and slightly physical) beating from the third and sixth born.
You perk up from Jyushi calling out your name, the energetic Matsuno waving at you with a cowboy hat in hand.
“Catch!” He chirps, tossing the hat to you. You yelp as you fumble with the hat for a moment before securing it in your hold. Jyushi sends a thumbs up, pushing a confused Ichi into the bushes when he was about to ask, earning an indignant hiss from the purple Matsu.
You look at the hat, and then at Kara, and finally, the fallen, slightly crushed rose. With a sudden, foreign confidence, you stride forward, leaning down to scoop the rose as you approach him.
“Karamatsu,” You call out softly, Kara lowering his hands, fresh tears brimming in his eyes from the embarrassment. You gently tuck the flower into his breast pocket, grab his shoulder, position the hat as a shield and surge forward, pressing your lips against Kara’s. He lets out a short squeak mixed with a yelp of surprise, face immediately turning red, wisps of steam fluttering off his face and from his ears as he froze, hesitantly shutting his eyes, a hand resting on your shoulder. He slowly but surely melts into the kiss, reciprocating the best he can from what little experience he has.
The brothers argument abruptly stops, the others gawking at the hidden display,
“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” Ichi asks, narrowing his eyes at the rambunctious sextuplet. Jyushi merely shrugs.
“Now shoo! Shoo! Give them privacy so they can reach final base!” Protests emerged from his brothers as he began shoving them (and the bush) away from the couple, giving Osomatsu an extra hard push for thinking it was an innuendo.
Summary: Getting kisses from a hot lady? Karamatsu would love that. Almost getting ran over by a hot lady? Not exactly on his bucket list, but Karamatsu checks it regardless.
Warnings: Near Death Experiences, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Drinking, Getting to Know Each Other, Feel-Good, Ridiculous
Word Count: 8,037
A/N: MY HOMESLICE 🧀🧀 Karamatsu deserves someone he can be a flop with T__T BTW Im so insecure about this so pls either give me a 10 page essay on why this sucked or one 'this was cool Lol' otherwise ill kms
Karamatsu ambles near the bridge, his usual hotspot for courting women in this cruel game life likes to call love; or more accurately the place where he stands still like a traffic sign with the hopes of someone giving him the time of day for once (huge spoiler alert: nobody does, as expected).
He chuckles, feigning smug amusement as he runs a hand through his hair in one smooth motion. "The stars must not favor me today, for all of my Karamatsu girls are nowhere to be seen. Heh, if that is the fate of a sinful man, I shall accept it and retreat with peace.''
The looks passersby shoot him border on mentally perturbed and downright horrified, because who the hell monologues atrocities like these out loud? Without being under the influence of something, nonetheless.
With that declaration out of the way, Karamatsu straightens up and decides to head home for the day, deeming it appropriate. What with his love endeavors turning out to be unsuccessful once again, also to no one's big surprise really.
On his way home, whenever the opportunity presents itself, he stops to window-shop every time he passes by a fashion boutique and admires clothes his broke bum probably couldn't afford.
Of course, he attempts not to appear interested, and instead only crosses his arms critically and gives the mannequins clad in clothing the stink eye (even if he's wearing shades of all things) while the workers glance at him warily through the window.
Before another demented sentence is said, suddenly all chaos breaks loose and there are people yelling and instantly he's all too aware of the motorcycle nearing him with each passing second. Karamatsu shrieks so loud he's sure everyone from the next town over had heard him.
"Get out of the way!" The biker shouts and waves a hand to the side for emphasis, and he feels like a fly being swatted away, but even if Karamatsu wanted to move it's almost as if his legs are rooted to the ground.
A wave of panic washes over him and strangely enough there was still enough time for dread to settle in the depths of his stomach. Even if it may be cliché, his life does end up flashing before his eyes － and it's just plain sad how fucking boring it is.
"Get out of the way," you repeat, though you sound more adamant, your tone coated with a sense of urgency.
Ahhh, Mommy! I'll die a virgin, I'll die a loser! Karamatsu cries in his mind. If I survive, I'll get a job, I swear! I'll even stop talking in English, just please! He pleads mentally, to whom is unknown.
Suddenly, you remember that brakes exist and you swerve with such mastery you weren't even aware you possessed up until now, coming to an abrupt stop right in front of your spared victim, tires screeching harshly against the pavement. Karamatsu deadpans, God had a real sense of humor.
He's still frozen in place, barely containing the natural instinct to piss himself. Though he's also pretty sure the urge to urinate will hit him like a shit ton of bricks post-shock.
Fortunately, he's not Ichimatsu and so he doesn't shit himself in front of the cute girl getting off of the motorcycle, even if she barely missed out on becoming his murderer.
You approach him cautiously, expecting the berating of a lifetime. Though judging by his state － him shaking like a leaf despite his thick leather jacket, also not to mention the buckets worth of sweat rolling off him －, you doubt you'll get an earful.
"Are you okay?'' Obviously, he's not. ''You're not hurt or anything, right?''
Karamatsu shakes his head timidly despite not even listening to a word you said. Then, he gulps and raises a trembling hand to his face, lowering his sunglasses just a smidge to take a good peek at you. ''H-Heh, you have, um, nothing to worry about my dear Karamatsu girl..."
You do your best to smile at him in response, but the need to physically recoil is understandably strong. ''Oh, uh, that's good to hear. I'm sorry for, you know, almost killing you and giving you a fright... It happens a lot for some reason.''
You need to get your license revoked, Karamatsu's eye twitches but he smirks regardless, willing to disregard everything that had occurred just because you were one hot lady. Plus, he is a gentleman, if nothing else.
''As if! You have no reason to fret, mon amour. The thrill of living or dying, chasing that high is what makes or breaks a man! Such a thing couldn't possibly scare me."
''Are you sure? 'Cause I'm certain I heard you scream,'' you grin with more teeth than you should. It'd be such a pleasure to knock him down a couple of notches, you think.
''T-T-That was most definitely not a scream, my darling, I assure you! It was but a noise of excitement at the divine gamble, ahahaha, that's all!'' Karamatsu stutters, stumbling over his words.
You blink, positively unimpressed. "You were excited to get ran over?"
After that, an uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you. You're pulled into reality by the fact that just about anyone could see your number plate, so it was time to leave and flee the supposed crime scene. You're not getting fined for this, hell no. If anything, you're the one who's in desperate need of reparations after this degenerate conversation.
You mount your motorcycle again and look at him with an almost impish smile, ''You have weird tastes, man." And with that last comment, you're gone in the same breath, leaving behind only a cartoonish dust cloud.
Karamatsu's legs give out and he collapses, falling to his knees. Nobody helps him up.
★
Karamatsu doesn't really visit clubs often. Going by himself makes him feel strangely out of place, going with his brothers makes him feel like a circus attraction, though it's not like it has ever bothered him before.
He would usually lie through his teeth and strive to come off as unbothered and remarkably experienced; a well-seasoned veteran among premature ejaculators, but crowded places like these aren't his scene, at all. Never really have been in the first place.
Perhaps that's why he thinks he doesn't belong here as he observes the rest of the partygoers live it up on the dancefloor while babysitting his beer, one sip at a time.
The music isn't even good, Karamatsu frowns and pinches his eyebrows together, deep in thought. Man, did this place fucking suck. How much did they have to cough up in order for others to rate it a 4-star club?
Well, he supposes it doesn't really matter in the end. As long as the booze's good, that's all he needs to forget this horrible day. A 'nice' hangover is all it takes to wipe his memories clean, which isn't much to brag about.
''Oh, it's you!'' Someone exclaims and he whips his head forward before spitting out his alcohol. What are the odds? You point at him, just as shocked as him at this turn of events, ''Mr. Painful!''
Karamatsu chuckles, raising his glass full of beer as a greeting. ''Madame. Charmed to see you here.''
You roll your eyes but that doesn't hinder you from grinning back at him, ''Oh, the pleasure is all mine, trust me.''
''I would hope so. What are the chances of our paths crossing once more? It leads me to believe that this is no chance encounter. Hmph, why it must be fate.'' Karamatsu blabbers on, implementing wild gestures into his dialogue, takes his sunglasses off and his eyes shine with what you presume is a romantic glint.
You cough a little and wipe the bar clean with a towel, ''Yeah, no. I just work here.''
''The universe works in mysterious ways.''
You laugh. ''Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.'' Then, you pat the back of his hand twice. You watch him jump up in surprise and tilt your head to the side, confused.
Karamatsu clutches his hand to his chest, but realizes how fucking ridiculous he must look and simply clears his throat with that same proud expression.
You squint your eyes. ''You're not sick, are you?''
Karamatsu hurries to shake his head, which did nothing but give him a sense of déjà vu. ''N-Non, non! Don't worry your pretty little head over my health, angel. I'm nothing else if not alright, haha.''
You narrow your eyes at him further.
His hands are bundled over his crotch and he has one leg crossed over the other and if Twitter had taught you anything useful at all, it would mean that these are early signs of cock shame. And all of his prior mannerisms, could it be that he is... ''A virgin?''
You did not mean to say that out loud.
Karamatsu's face turns blank for a brief second before he's flapping his hands left and right in firm denial. His face is flushed, panicked, and you swear he's on the brink of tears.
When you said that you wanted to knock him off his high horse, this wasn't what you had in mind, at least not exactly. As a matter of fact, you feel sort of bad for the poor guy.
''Hahaha... What are you talking about, my Karamatsu girl? You should be able to tell by now that a man like me is sought after, which is one of the many punishments I must endure!'' He announces, posing with his index and thumb on his chin, a shaky smile slapped on his sweaty face.
You blink, then prop your elbows on the front bar, lean in and ask, ''And in reality?''
Karamatsu sits back down in his stool, then promptly downs the rest of his beer. ''A jobless virgin who lives in his parents' house.''
You register the somber look in his eyes. You sigh under your breath and open up the fridge, pulling out the same brand of beer he had been drinking until now and pass the bottle to him casually.
Karamatsu looks up at you in disbelief, glancing between you and the bottle of beer frantically. You flick his forehead, ''Drink up, it's on the house just this once.''
Karamatsu stiffens and then smiles gently, rubbing his wet eyes with the sleeve of his jacket, snivelling. ''Thank you, my Karamatsu girl!''
You cross your arms and huff, ''It's [Name]. And besides, I almost ran you over earlier today, it's the least I can do for you.''
''Thank you, [Name].'' Karamatsu parrots himself and happily takes a swig of his new, freshly refilled drink.
You watch him out of the corner of your eye while serving other customers. When a majority of the people disperse, leaving the two of you mostly alone again, you quickly scribble down your number on a napkin.
''Here,'' you call out to him as you hand him the piece of paper. When he shoots you a curious look, you redirect your attention elsewhere in mock embarrassment. ''You seem like fun, let's drink together for realsies next time. My treat.''
Karamatsu gasps, screaming like a banshee with a voice mutation and you think he emotes a strange, outdated gag while leaping ten feet in the air.
His head hits the ceiling but he comes back down just as quick, blood dripping down his face. Planks come crashing down on top of him, somehow on fire, and you clench your jaw. This will definitely be deducted from your paycheck.
★
Karamatsu wakes up, but he doesn't remember how or when he got home.
He ruffles his hair, only to find his broken shades and several bandages wrapped around his head. He attempts to jog his memory and yet the only thing he's able to recall is slamming face-first into a roof and... And...
He sits up and Olympic dives straight into the couch, barbarically searching for that blessed piece of paper which could very well change the entire trajectory of his life.
When he pulls it out of his leather jacket's pocket, he breathes heavily and fakes a falsetto, opting to roll around on the floor in some sort of wild frenzy.
This is it. I'm finally presented with an opportunity to abandon my virgin ways, Karamatsu thinks with a serious expression, shadows covering his eyes dramatically.
He raises a lone victorious fist in the air, cutting through the Matrix itself. Then, Karamatsu gulps and surveys the area, noticing that the living room is empty, which can only mean one thing. Now is the perfect time to plan a romantic rendezvous with you.
Tip-toeing his way to the hall where the landline is located, Karamatsu muttered curse words whenever the floorboards creaked under his weight.
When he reaches the house phone, he gently unfolds the napkin and smoothes out the wrinkles, then sucks in a deep breath and forces his balls to turn into pure steel.
Dialing your number with practiced caution, he bites his nails and anxiously taps his foot. The longer he waits for you to pick up, the more he loses hope.
Just as he was about to hang up and snap back to his miserable reality, maybe cry for an hour or two, your voice croaks out a, ''Hello, who is this? I can hear you breathing, creep. Helloooo?''
''A-Ah, [Name]! This is, uh, Karamatsu.'' He stutters and twirls his hair around his finger. ''I was pondering over the possibility of us taking a stroll together, bathing in the sun and sharing masterful pastries－"
''A date. You want us to go on a date.''
''Yes,'' Karamatsu admits, or rather embraces the simplified idea of it all. ''It's okay if you don't want to, of course, m'lady! I-I wouldn't force you or anything, it's entirely up to you.''
You pinch your nose on the other line, ''Karamatsu, shut up, 'kay? Yes, I wanna go on a date with you, otherwise I wouldn't have paid for your broke ass last night. Now give me a time and place.''
''You do? You actually want to willingly hang out with me?'' He questions and you can practically smell his meekness and self-doubt oozing out of him even through the phone.
''You're the one who hit up my line first, no takebacks hotshot.'' You say, half-joking.
''Why, yes of course. As expected of my favourite Karamatsu girl!'' My only Karamatsu girl up-to-date. ''Obviously, you desire to spend every waking moment together with me, just as much as I do.''
''Time and place, please and thank you.'' You cut him off mid-effusion.
After arranging the date and going over the details, Karamatsu giddily spins and hugs himself. Then, he slaps his face and nods to no one in particular, as a form of confirmation to his invisible hype men.
Choromatsu stares at him judgementally from the stairway, face twisted in its usual sociopathic manner.
Osomatsu leans over in order to whisper in his ear, "What's up with him? He's acting weirder than usual."
Choromatsu scowls. "I don't wanna know, besides if we show interest that means we're going to have to put up with him."
Osomatsu nods in agreement and rubs under his nose with a finger, "True. It's way too damn early for his theatrics." Then, he throws in his assholish laugh for good measure.
The two of them choose to close their eyes and pretend this never happened in the first place, trudging up the stairs and going right back into their shared room without a care in the world.
★
You check the time and grimace. He's awfully late for someone who asked you out first. You wouldn't say you're the most punctual person in the world, but even still you decided to get all dolled up and ended up arriving early for a change of pace.
At first, you didn't mind waiting for him. Life happens after all, right? Maybe something came up last minute and he couldn't put it off, but if that were the case he would have informed you beforehand, right? Right?
You feel as though you're a step closer to becoming a wacko, but suddenly shake your head to rid your mind of such thoughts and smile to yourself. He'll show up, you're sure of it.
But after thirty more minutes of this nonsense, you're on the verge of throwing a tantrum and disrupting the public tranquility because you got stood up. What a fucking jerk, you think and puff out your cheeks.
Just as you're about to leave, maybe actually run someone over and kill them to make yourself feel better and perhaps blow all of your money on cheap gigolos, you stop and widen your eyes at the sight that greets you.
There's no mistaking those sequinned pants and shiny cowboy boots. Your date, with his wounds all gone and miraculously healed, saunters over to you like he's a runway model, catwalking with a bit of an attitude as if he didn't keep you waiting for half an hour.
He halts when there's barely any distance between the two of you, takes off his shades and flashes you his pearly whites which emit an ominous sparkle and you're temporarily rendered blind. ''Sorry for the wait.''
You grind your teeth together and force yourself to grin, ''Don't worry about it, but what took you so long.''
Karamatsu nervously chuckles and glances to the side, looking anywhere but you.
How the hell is he supposed to tell you that he spent most of the time hiding and sneaking peeks in your direction, but simply didn't have enough courage to approach you and that it took him at least twenty minutes to muster it? Simple, he won't tell you.
Instead, he strikes a pose under the nonexistent limelight. ''A star like me is obligated to be fashionably late.''
''Well, the star better make sure it doesn't happen again or it'll be one sad day for your fanbase,'' you threaten with an innocent smile, batting your eyelashes.
Karamatsu gulps and nods, but an invisible light bulb turns on above his head and he snaps his fingers. ''Oh, yes! How can I forget? I got a present for you, my Karamatsu girl."
You 'ooh' and 'aah' in curiosity, while he retrieves whatever he brought along with him in the meantime.
When he pulls out a tank top with his face on it, the exact same one he's wearing as well, you don't know what to say in response. In fact, your brain might actually be buffering.
Have we lost the impact of shame in our modern-day society? You think in disdain, fighting off the pain in your ribs.
He blushes and hands it to you nonchalantly, ''Here, wear this so suitors know not to mess with you. Once they see you and I together, matching garments and walking hand in hand, they shall understand who the one true power couple is.''
You blink twice and slowly accept the gift, then without any hesitation whatsoever you put on the tank top and wear it over your clothes. You're in too deep already, anyway.
''Thanks a lot, Karamatsu. I, uh, don't know what to say,'' you fake flattery at his sincere act of courtesy, though you're not necessarily lying either. You genuinely have no idea what to say to this entire ordeal.
''No need to thank me, sunshine.'' He pirouettes in slow motion and when he stops, he stretches his hand out for you to take. There is an aura surrounding you and you can make out dreamy bubbles floating around him. And where did the harp come from? ''Now allow me to whisk you off to paradise.''
You grab his hand and excitedly lead him to your parked motorcycle. ''Great, let's go!'' You pat the pillion and stare at him expectantly.
Upon noticing his silence, you stop ushering him to the seat. ''What's wrong, Karamatsu?''
He scratches his nape and lets his head droop low. ''Is it... Um, do we have to get on top of that...'' He points a weak finger at the bike and trembles. What can he say, he has a fear of motorbikes now.
You pout at his inquiry. ''What, you don't wanna? But I thought you were into stuff like this. Why else would you wear a leather jacket?''
Karamatsu winces and immediately rushes to pacify you. ''No, no! That's not it! I was testing your limits, my dear Karamatsu girl. I apologize if－''
You laugh and place a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. ''I was just kidding, but if you're really scared we don't have to. It's my fault, after all.''
Karamatsu juts his lip and furrows his eyebrows in determination. He draws a breath and wraps his fingers around your wrist with ease, advancing towards the vehicle with you right behind him.
You gaze at him with something akin to awe, or is it incredulity? He plants himself on the seat and looks back to address you.
''A real man knows better than to turn down a lady and disappoint her,'' he states conclusively. You chuckle and follow suit, sitting down on the saddle.
You grip his arms and move them so they're wrapped around your waist. You twist and turn the key and the engine roars to life in one swoop. ''Hold on tight, [Name] boy.'' You tease his way of talking and take off without a second warning.
His head smacks against your back with a rather rough thud and Karamatsu's clasp around your midsection is already tight enough to cut off your air supply. And even if you feel his tears dampening your clothes, you don't comment on it. Instead, you pick up even more speed and in turn, Karamatsu's hug deepens.
''Shouldn't we be wearing safety helmets,'' Karamatsu yells through the lump in his throat, his ears ringing and head spinning.
You shout back at him, ''Who even wears these things nowadays?'' At the lack of your elaboration, he figures you're dead serious and he's petrified all over again.
You laugh maniacally, or at least you do so in his mind, as you go off course, making sharp turns left and right at every corner to wreak havoc on innocent people's lives.
You narrowly dodge two pedestrians and Karamatsu is finally desensitized enough to smile and blush as he takes in the ever-changing view.
There's something sweet in the way you repeat a certain motion whenever you hear him chuckle and cheer, he can't pinpoint if that's the starving desperation that thirsts for touch and companionship or something else entirely.
But then something punctures your tire and he's pulled out of dreamland all at once.
The two of you wobble on the unstable bike for a bit before you pull him by the jacket and jump off the motorcycle, rolling on the ground like you two were in an action movie. The motorcycle continues on its way without your guidance and eventually crashes into a tree, exploding.
A tire with a flame on it flies over your heads and you study the fire, unimpressed with pursed lips. ''Thank god it was a gift from my ex, otherwise I would've been in some deep shit.''
Karamatsu sinks to the ground and curls up in a ball.
★
You plop your ass on the grass next to Karamatsu, handing him a soda you bought from the convenience store nearby. Karamatsu mutters a small 'thank you' and takes a sip.
The two of you sit in complete silence on the riverbank and you're too abashed to begin talking first, finding the whole outcome to be your fault. You've given this man too many apologies for them to feel truthful at this point. Maybe he should do the most logical thing and start evading you. You deserve it.
Amidst your inner conflict, Karamatsu fixes you with a solemn look and chooses to break the ice. ''[Name], am I ugly?''
Taken aback by the unusual question, you cock your head to the side. ''Huh?''
''Tell me, am I ugly?''
You consider him for a moment longer and then gently cup his face with your hands, inspecting it from every possible angle you could manage.
You narrow your eyes in concentration before ruffling his hair. ''Not at all.''
''Really?''
''Not in the slightest. Well, at least I see the appeal." You shrug noncommittally. ''Why're you asking, though? That pretty much came out of nowhere.''
''Because if I'm not ugly, then why would you want to kill me? Every woman I meet either ignores me, beats me half to death or hates me. Why? Am I really that painful? Is that going to be my fate for the entirety of my life?''
You blink and hum in thought, placing a finger on your chin. ''Very, you're real painful but not enough for me to want to kill you, I guess. I think you just have extremely bad luck.''
Karamatsu frowns and crosses his arms, ''You think so? Is it really just bad luck or is there something bigger at play?''
The two of you ponder over what the real cause of Karamatsu's misfortune may be before your stomachs growl in protest simultaneously.
This seems to revive his alter ego because Karamatsu jolts and he appears pleased, almost as if he had been waiting for this exact same moment. He chuckles and spreads eagle, facing the sun. You're concerned he's going to get a heat stroke.
''It's finally my turn,'' Karamatsu announces, though you're not sure he knows what he's talking about. ''I shall take the princess to an exquisite place, where she can try real fine dining!''
He strokes his imaginary facial hair, winking. Even his eyebrows seem more refined. ''Follow my lead, dove.'' You were going to do just that even without him saying anything, but you salute him regardless.
Even though mere minutes ago it was still sunny, for some reason it's already dark out. You and Karamatsu trek for what must have felt like hours until he stops dead in his tracks. You wonder why until you spot the lonely food stall and smile.
You and Karamatsu make yourselves comfortable on the bench and he greets the owner, ''Yo, Chibita! How's your night been so far?''
It just turned nighttime... You deadpan.
''Y'know, dealing with jackasses of your kind－,'' Chibita scoffs before pausing, turning to you with unblinking eyes. Then, after he's done assessing you, he redirects his attention to Karamatsu. ''You payin' for rental girlfriends again? Get some dignity, man.''
You raise an eyebrow in question, but sneer and hide it with your fist. ''Rental girlfriend? That's a good idea, why didn't I think of that?''
Karamatsu's expression sours. ''[Name] isn't a rental. Besides who are you to talk, Chibimi?''
''Shut up, don't remind me! I was in a dark place, idjit,'' Chibita yells in response and smacks him on the head with a ladle and you watch their antics with a hint of amusement.
''Anyway,'' Karamatsu waves him off, despite the large bump he earned on his forehead. ''Give us the best oden and beer you've got in store, I'll make sure my woman eats right tonight.''
You shudder in surprise as Karamatsu takes your hand into his own, gazing at you with what must be an entire galaxy in his eyes and you wonder where he found those E.T. contact lenses. ''Don't hold back, order whatever your heart desires. It's all on me.''
Chibita complies with the request, serving two portions of oden and the beverages Karamatsu asked for. Though, he can't help but want to sate his curiosity. ''With what money?''
''With the money I exploited from my Mommy,'' Karamatsu boasts like that's something to take immense pride in.
After three to four rounds of drinking and pigging out on Chibita's oden, it was time to wrap up and call it a night.
Karamatsu snakes his hands in his pockets in search of the money he claimed to have, but he freezes as he finds nothing instead. Turning his pockets inside out, a fly flutters out of them and Karamatsu pales.
You seem to get the memo and nod conspiratorially his way.
You square your shoulders as Karamatsu nervously clears his throat. ''Chibita...,'' he begins before throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ''I'm so sorry, I'll pay you back someday!''
Chibita stands still for a couple of seconds, processing. Afterwards, he lunges over the counter and begins chasing you. ''Damn it, idjit! You promised you'd pay, get back here! Damn it!''
With Chibita hot on your heels, Karamatsu goes through several alleyways as last resort shortcuts, and you come to the conclusion that Chibita is probably really scary if Karamatsu's going through so much trouble just to lose him and shake him off your trail.
"You can put me down now," you grumble and make a face. Karamatsu panics, just now realizing what predicament he had put you in, and sets you down with extra care.
"I apologize for that," he huffs out, attempting to catch his breath with his hands on his knees. You rub his back, acting as his emotional support.
Looking around the vicinity in search for any signs of Chibita, you come up empty. Helping Karamatsu to his feet, you deliver the good news. "He's gone, so you can stop looking constipated."
He sighs, relieved. "Such is the result of an eventful night. However, I will make sure your journey back home is undisturbed."
You shake your head in disagreement and throw an arm around his shoulder. "I think you've had enough, tough guy. Here, how about I take you home?"
Karamatsu seems distraught at the very idea of it, but for your sake he flips his hair and leers. "Your wish is my command."
With his directions, you manage to escort him back to his house safe and sound. Karamatsu opens his mouth to blurt out something, but is caught off guard by the abrupt change in the weather.
You both run with impressive speed under his house's roof to take cover and you deduct that the rain wouldn't be letting up for a while.
"Well, this sucks," you point out the obvious. Karamatsu nods wordlessly.
You think about calling a taxi, but something gets draped over you. You look down and are pleasantly astonished to discover that it's Karamatsu's leather jacket.
Said man is quivering in his flimsy excuse of a tank top, licentiously grinning at you with a very obvious snot bubble emerging out of his nostrils. "C-C-Can't le-let my favorite Karamatsu girl catch a cold." He elaborates for whatever reason.
"Well, I can't keep my favorite [Name] boy out for much longer, either." You give him a brief hug and were about to pull away, but Karamatsu is apparently not done dishing out surprises.
He grips your shoulders with resolve, before leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. It's a quick, demure kiss and if you were to blink, you would've missed it.
Nonplussed by his own boldness, Karamatsu stumbles towards the door with two left feet, barely succeeding in opening it.
"Get back home safely, [Name]!" He bids you farewell in true virgin fashion and slams the door shut in your face. You cackle, violently laughing to yourself and then crack a small smile, pressing a palm to your kissed cheek.
You must look like a fool, standing out in the rain while wearing a loser's clothes, but honestly? You've never felt better after such a tragic date.
★
You sigh and sling a towel over your shoulder, more than a little happy to finally clock out. Tonight had been particularly busy for some reason and working with a slight hangover was far from ideal, but it wasn't something you couldn't handle.
You dab your fellow bartender up, not even bothering to spare him a glance, and begin packing up your things with fervor.
He issues you a sly wink, ''Going home so soon, [Last Name]?''
Get a clue, wise guy. You internally roll your eyes, but only offer an exhausted smile. ''Not necessarily, got to make a pit stop on the way home.''
Akihito, you remember, folds his hands behind his head, rocking on his heels. ''Paying your boyfriend a visit?'' He hums cheekily.
You blink. ''Huh?''
He gestures towards the paper bag in your hands, which barely concealed the shitty leather jacket you were so generously lent.
You furrow your brows and scratch your cheek with an awkward expression. ''Wouldn't really call him a boyfriend...''
Akihito stretches, whining, ''You can be so cold, y'know. I feel sorry for the poor guy.''
''Another word and I'll really make you sorry.''
Akihito throws up a peace sign, grinning from ear to ear. ''Night, [Last Name]!''
You grumble under your breath and throw the towel on the ground. Akihito hears you say something along the lines of 'thought so' and other such death threats, but he feeds off your negativism. He odiosynthesizes and you know that, which makes you feel better about brushing him off, at least.
The walk to Karamatsu's place is as unmemorable as can be, and while it wouldn't kill you to see him again and chat for a bit, you don't think you'd be able to put up with him for long (or anyone else for that matter). When you spot his house, you brace yourself before sharply knocking on the door.
Well, you were supposed to knock but somehow developing last-minute Spidey senses, Karamatsu tears open the door to his balcony and puts a stop to your supposedly evil schemes. ''Don't'!'' He manages to both whisper and scream at the same time.
''What are you doing here at this hour, angel? Trying to get me crucified, perhaps?'' Karamatsu interrogates you and considering how disheveled his appearance is, you reach the conclusion that his fictional persona is merely an afterthought at the moment. You find a peace of mind at the conjecture.
''I'm just here to return your jacket,'' you say like it was obvious, which it should have been.
''I see.'' He doesn't see jackshit. ''But I cannot help but wonder why you didn't call beforehand. I, too, need my fair share of beauty sleep, sweetheart.''
Your eye twitches and you ball your fists, but remember to count to ten in your head.
''For your information, I called three times but maybe if someone bothered to pick up, I wouldn't be robbing you of your sweet dreams,'' you hiss in reply, proud of yourself for not chucking his damned jacket in the trash can in his presence.
Karamatsu rubs the crust from his eyes, though he does appear sheepish to a degree. ''My sincere apologies.''
You scoff, glad to have come out on top at this pointless back-and-forth.
Karamatsu anxiously chews on his lower lip, trying his best to conjure up a plan that will avoid his certain death at the hands of his brothers. Not even for waking them up at three in the morning, but for the mere fact that he was 'romancing' a hot chick.
Then he grins and looks down at you like a mad genius. He couldn't be further from the word.
''Climb up and join me on the roof, [Name],'' he suggests and acts as if it was a perfectly reasonable demand.
You undeliberately blank out for a second before chuckling lowly and nodding in understanding. ''I get it now. You're actually fucking nuts and escaped from a correctional facility.''
Look who's talking, Karamatsu wants to retort but he keeps it to himself. He beckons you over encouragingly, ''Please, [Name] dearest. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I'll be your guardian angel.''
You're acutely aware that something will definitely happen, so you only click your tongue, still apprehensive about the proposition.
Karamatsu continues to stare at you with that tender smile, though it's different this time. His hair is sticking out in different directions, ungroomed. His eyes are heavy, bloodshot and sleep still clings to him as he staggers slightly in his step. But he's smiling at you, it's real.
You put aside your concerns for now and exhale slowly, biting the handles of your paper bag.
You jump and grab a hold of the portico, flailing your legs to help stabilize yourself. Your fingers burn because this is the most physically exerting thing you've done in your life thus far.
You push yourself up on the portico and, just like a mollusk, inch forward bit by bit. Karamatsu tries his hardest not to laugh at your misery, but he's unable to take you seriously. You're moving slower than an old man with two broken legs, plus you look like you have a stick shoved up your ass.
Once you're a safe distance away from the edge, you extend your arms and Karamatsu takes this as his cue to act and be useful.
He grabs your hands and hauls you up on the balcony, but this quest is not over just yet. You have to conquer the final boss; the rooftop.
''I have an idea,'' you both blurt out at random. You don't care much about that, but Karamatsu is over the moon at the perfect synchronization.
Coincidence or not, the two of you end up cooking up the same strategy.
You get on top of Karamatsu's shoulders and with the sudden added height, reaching the roof is a piece of cake. After settling your ass down on the tiles, you grit your teeth and clasp hands with him for the umpteenth time, having him work his way up as well.
With a heave-ho, Karamatsu is free to lie down beside you.
You're hit with a much needed reality check. All of this over a second-hand jacket? Unbelievable.
Tossing the paper bag on his lap carelessly, you scowl. ''You're welcome, asshole.''
''C-Come on, my dear Karamatsu girl. It wasn't that bad, right?''
''Speak for yourself...''
Karamatsu props up his elbows, craning his head up just enough to be able to see you. ''It's such a shame, however. The view from here is perfect, all that's missing is my guitar. Too bad my precious brothers are sleeping soundly.''
''Yeah, about that. I don't know what any of your brothers have to do with this, 'cause whatever the fuck this was could've been easily prevented.'' You cross your arms and turn away from him, establishing a decent amount of room between the two of you.
''You wouldn't understand, darling. Yes, even if I did give you an explanation.'' He responds, and you feel as though he was reading your mind. You shiver at the sheer thought.
The two of you don't indulge in idle chatter afterwards since you're too busy looking back on all of your previous life decisions, trying to figure out what led you to go down such paths. Karamatsu, on the other hand, is gliding himself closer to you.
You notice his ventures and decide to cut him some slack. You shift, erasing the previous space you set and move a hand to place on his shoulder. He hiccups at the touch and begins stammering, playing with his fingers. ''Hahaha... your eyes shine so brightly under the moon's glow.''
You shush him, still not in the mood to listen to his poetic nonsense and bullshit of similar nature.
The two of you stare each other down and Karamatsu does his best to put up a brave front, but you're not blind and you see the way he peers at you from under his lashes, sweating like a musclehead.
Before things could escalate any further, which you doubt is something that would have happened considering who exactly you're dealing with, the both of you slip off the edge.
You're falling and Karamatsu is too, and while you're mostly accepting of the scenario, he isn't. You're more surprised at the fact that this man-child's shrill wails aren't waking up the entire neighbourhood, though they're probably accustomed to these kinds of phenomena by now.
In order to break your fall, Karamatsu adjusts mid-air so as to be under you. He shoves your face into his chest, embracing you but his actions prove to be the wrong move as they merely speed up the process of nosediving into the concrete.
The two of you flop like prepped meatballs on a grill, a sinistrous thump resonating at the dead of night.
You briefly register the sizzling elbow pain you've obtained and Karamatsu's jaw headbutting you at the last second, but other than that you took it pretty well － all thanks to Karamatsu's interference. Perhaps chivalry isn't dead?
While you got out of this with barely any injuries, just small scratches, the same couldn't be said for Karamatsu, who was currently experiencing concussions.
You pat his chest lightly to snatch up his attention. Karamatsu groans, seeing stars floating above him. You make yourself comfortable despite the joint strains, snuggling up to him. ''I'm egging your house soon, be aware.''
He passes out before he could formulate a coherent reply.
★
You haven't seen neither hide nor hair of Karamatsu ever since the rooftop fiasco. And you don't want to sound needy, or downright crazy for that matter, but you miss the man with horrible pick-up lines and over-the-top attitude. Him and his awful sense of fashion, not to mention the strong cologne.
Perhaps you've been infected with some new kind of mental illness, one so new and fresh out of the oven it has yet to be diagnosed by teenage girls with too much free time on their hands.
First, you visit Chibita for any sort of intel he might possess.
''Karamatsu? Sorry, him and his brothers hadn't stopped by as of recent.'' He shrugs apologetically and whips out oden skewers, serving them to you.
You nod and grin at him in understanding, paying for the food before scurrying away on a full stomach.
Next, you consider what other options you have at your disposal. Calling him has proven to be absolutely useless and you're not sure if paying his house a visit would be a good idea, given how worked up he got over such a possibility last time.
You search far and wide, in every nook and cranny, not leaving a single stone unturned. But alas, no dice. Not a trace of him anywhere and you speculate the probability of him glitching into The Backrooms.
You're about to give up, hunting Karamatsu for sport and worrying about him won't do you any good.
You're not getting paid for this, you also don't know him all too well to be actively seeking him out. His dramatic temperament has rubbed off on you, but you're ready to wash it off.
See if I care, you huff and kick a stray can in your way. You're aware of how childishly you're behaving, but you bluff fake indifference as if anyone would be stupid enough to believe you.
You stomp angrily and punt another can with your foot, but accidentally hit someone when doing so.
You flinch and prepare to half-ass an apology before realizing you hit the man you've been getting grey hairs over.
''Karamatsu?'' You blink and crouch down to shake him by the shoulders. ''Hey, what's wrong?''
Karamatsu weakly smiles and shuffles away, offering you a seat next to him on the curb.
You frown, ''Seriously, what happened?''
Karamatsu laughs, manspreading. ''I'm grateful for your concern, but it's... Well, it's simply a foolish thing to be upset about.''
''If it upset you, then it's not dumb.'' You respond, reassuring him to the best of your ability. ''Now, spill the beans.''
''I've been thinking about my personality, I guess?'' He mutters and cracks his knuckles, he tends to fidget quite a lot. ''Like, am I annoying? Trying too hard? Should I stop?''
You listen to him and stay quiet, occassionally rubbing his back. ''I want to be liked.'' You quirk an eyebrow at that, but don't interrupt him otherwise.
''It's lame at my big age to want to be popular, but I wanna be kissed. I wanna have a girlfriend and go on dates, but I'm afraid my personality will drive everyone away."
For fuck's sake, he was called Shittymatsu and frankly, he's surprised you were able to withstand him for so long.
''Karamatsu, want me to be completely honest,'' you ask. He nods rapidly at you. You hum softly, ''I didn't lie before, you are painful. You say so much corny stuff, I'm impressed you can even look yourself in the mirror.''
He cringes, but you pay him no heed. Instead, you continue, ''I mean, really? Who wears tank tops with their face slapped right in the middle, what a fucking dork. But, y'know, I kinda like it now.''
''Huh?''
''I think that type of shit grew on me, for better or worse. I, too, have become a member of the cornball community." You admit and you shudder at your mushy honesty.
You rub the back of your head in embarrassment, "When you say all of these dumb nicknames and act like you own all of Akatsuka Ward a small part of me wishes I die on the spot, but I don't necessarily hate it.''
You hug him and bring him closer to you. You snicker and peck him on the forehead, ''Don't worry so much about who ignores you or hates you is all, when you have someone who likes you despite every cringe one-liner right in front of ya.''
''You're right.'' Karamatsu returns the hug, sniffing and holding back tears. ''[Name]?''
''Yeah?''
''You're a true Karamatsu girl.''
Getting kisses from a hot lady? Karamatsu would love that. And the prospect of you being the one to give them to him, with that warm smile which makes your nose crinkle up, makes the scenario sound even better.
But for now, he's content with you simply pressed up against his side, where he can easily peer over at you and study your face until it's burned and etched forever into his brain. Subtly, of course.
You look up at him with a raised eyebrow after feeling him drill holes in your head since forever, which in turn leads Karamatsu to let out an urbane chuckle and lamely pretend to fix his stray strands of hair, and you can't help but snort at his usual theatrical character.
You sigh and rest your forehead against his. "Painful," you mumble under your breath, though definitely loud enough for him to hear, then giggle.
Karamatsu playfully frowns in response. "My flower, you should know by now that no pain means no gain." He tuts with an exaggerated wag of his finger, eyes animatedly glittering.
You laugh in utter disbelief before shaking your head, wrapping a loose arm around his waist. "Sorry, sorry. You know damn well I don't mean it, right?"
Karamatsu hums and his lips curl upwards to form a small, fond smile. He places his chin on your shoulder and you lean into him even more.
Yeah, Karamatsu could get used to this. For now, that was more than enough for him.
Getting kisses from a hot lady really would be nice, but watching the sun set on the cold pavement with you next to him feels good, too. And hey, you are a hot lady, so what's there to hate?
And to think all of this was thanks to your irresponsible driving.
Osomatsu whistles, nudging Choromatsu as they stared at the two of you from afar. Despite their earlier sentiments, curiosity got the better of them and they decided to investigate their brother's own private time. It's not like he could file a restraining order against them, he would be tortured.
"Kudos to Karamatsu, I actually salute him for managing to bag a real human being. Didn't think he had it in him." Osomatsu snickers, hands deep in his hoodie's pockets.
Choromatsu appears depleted beyond belief, eyeing you both with evident disapproval on his facial features, "What sort of lobotomized romance was this? Felt more like a simulation."
Osomatsu and Choromatsu sigh, both fully synchronized, and groan out, "It should have been me."
Hello! I'm going through a hard time at the moment and I would like to read how the Matsuno brothers would react to the self-harm scars on their gn!s/o's arms.. like.. their first reaction and what they would do about it.. please? Anyway, thanks for any answer, I will understand if you miss it because of the unpleasant topic ❤️🙏
Reactions to Self Harm (Matsuno Brothers x GN!Reader):
A/n: Definitely wanted to get to this way sooner. Mostly stuck to the elder three (because it took so long for me to finish it). Anon, I hope things are going or get a little better for you soon! Make sure you’re making time for yourself and doing as much self-care as possible, even if it’s something as simple as drinking water or something.
Link for self-harm resources and support :)
Warnings: Mentions of self harm, language use, some angst, angst with a happy ending, mentions of suicidal thoughts, please ask to tag anything I missed ❤️
Matsuno Osomatsu:
He notices faster than he’s willing to let you know, but he’d rather wait for you to mention what’s going on than push you to say anything
Definitely makes a few remarks about it in passing, but he’ll offer to messily patch you up to let you know he’s noticed. He won’t go beyond that if you don’t mention anything
He does try to take extra steps to pay more attention to any “off behavior” from you that he may not have noticed before and kinda pushes to do more things that he feels may lighten your mood some
He’ll act more off about it then you and will eventually confront you about it, tho he may seem angrier than he actually is
Okay, he’s kinda scarily angry when he confronts you, mostly bc he’s kinda blowing up a little that you’re not confiding in him about what’s wrong. He’s a little selfish about explaining how it hurts him, but I promise he has well-meaning intentions
Despite any harsh words he may say, he does try to get your perspective and tries to get you to open up about it. He shuts up and lets you vent all your worries and frustrations, holding you if you want or keeping enough distance to let you let everything out without feeling constrained
Once everything is out in the open and you’ve both digested the conversation, he takes lowkey measures to check where your headspace is and gauge what he can and can’t do to get you out of that space for the period of time you’re with him
He does go the extra mile to help you out and make things a little easier for you, whether that be doing house chores for you or buying you small little distraction items with whatever “spare change” he’s got left from gambling, but he's never going to be overt about it
He does little things and tries to keep your mind in a positive space, even if it means making a bit of an ass out of himself
Matsuno Karamatsu:
It might take him a minute to pick up on any scars, but he does immediately notice when there’s a shift in your behavior and he will attempt to bring it up without directly stating the issue
He’s not gonna push you to talk about it or force anything out of you, but he’s definitely going to do whatever he can to either keep your mind off of what’s bothering you or comfort you during your low point
He does constantly bring up wanting to talk about deeper feelings as a hint to give you the room to discuss anything that may be bothering you, but it’ll take a while before he finally finds a way to ask you what’s up
Tbh, I imagine that when he finally does notice the scars, he’s gonna cry a little bit about it. Like hold you close and cry about it, his dramatic ass “Why would Karamatsu’s special star do such a thing to themselves?"
No, but in all seriousness, he's definitely the type to constantly check you after the first offense. He goes out of his way to bandage you up, kissing every scar along the way and pressing his affections into you to ensure you realize how much he genuinely cares
And he hates to push, but if the self-harm continues to go on, even after you've both talked about it multiple times, he's going to push for you to get whatever help you need to get you to stop
Matsuno Choromatsu:
He's going to freak out, but only just a teensy tiny little bit... Okay, he's going to freak out a lot. And worry. And fret.
He makes the bigger deal out of it, going out of his way to overdress any wounds you've got from your self harm
He makes you talk to him about what's going on, even if he has to lock you up and corner you until you finally fess up about what brought you to this point
He's the type to make you a schedule of things to do to get you back on track to healthier mental health and checks in constantly to see what progress you've made
He is very overbearing about it... There's alarms in your phone to drink water that you know you didn't set and can't fathom when he possibly had the time to make them
You're going to have to tell him to back off... And it still won't really be enough for him to stop doing the absolute most. He means well, tho
I'm back 😱😱!!!!! Anyways its time for sum platonic sibling x matsuno brother fanfics 😈.
Lil sibling asks the matsuno brothers to be their taste tester for them and its basically desserts right? But since the kid has amazing cookery and baking skills, the desserts are fking GODLIKE, it astral projects then outta this universe (i swear they're not a mary sue 😭💀) anyways u can do this later or never if u don't feel like doing it :)
Osomatsu is always begging you to bake shit for him, the little scumbag. Trying to pull the eldest brother card, all the time. He loves you but he is still a shitbag.
Karamatsu compliments you endlessly for your cooking/baking! He’s such a proud big brother and he needs you to know that every single time.
Choromatsu will be happy with your skills, naturally. May help you out every once in awhile too, but he insists you make healthy foods too.
Ichimatsu will help you, because he’s a protective brother and doesn’t want you burning yourself or anything on accident. He trusts you, he just worries.
Jyushimatsu thinks it’s awesome! He always eats the food you make and is good at complimenting you and your skills.
Todomatsu acts extra cute and compliments you more just so you can give him some extra sweets, compared to the other boys. He’s not as slick as he thinks he is.
