MITSUYA TAKASHI had always said he didn’t have a favorite color.
When his classmates argued about which shade was the prettiest–some said sky blue, others cherry red, and a few, emerald green–he barely listened. Someone even mentioned a hex code he couldn’t be bothered to remember. With a pencil between his fingers, he was sketching something no one else could see. “Colors don’t mean anything unless you give them purpose.” he used to believe.
But that was before you.
You showed up at the sewing club one afternoon wearing a lilac cardigan, the kind of soft purple shade that looked like it could melt into spring air. Mitsuya looked up from his work, halfway through hemming Smiley's jacket, and forgot what he was doing for an embarrassing second.
“Hey, 'kashi,” you greeted with that smile that always made his chest feel too small. Not to mention the nickname only you got to use. “Could you help me fix this? The button fell off.”
He nodded, took the cardigan, and set to work with quiet focus. You leaned on the table beside him, watching his hands move–steady, precise, looking angelic as ever. He had to admit it was a little pressuring, especially when someone good-looking was watching—definitely different from those times the principal came by for the yearly observation.
When he finished, he handed it back shyly, without looking at you as he packed up. “There. Good as new.”
You slipped it on again, smoothing the fabric. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.”
He smiled, whispering a soft, ‘you’re welcome. But when you left, the faint scent of lavender lingered.
That night, he sat at his desk under the warm lamplight, flipping through his collection of fabric. Blues, greens, reds–all of them dull and lifeless. Then he found it: a scrap of pastel lilac he’d bought months ago and never thought of using.
It was soft to the touch. Comforting. Familiar. You.
The next day, when Draken asked in passing what color he wanted for a keychain (probably another one of Mikey and Takemichi’s stunts), this time Mitsuya didn’t even hesitate.
He smiled as if remembering a fond memory.
“Lilac.” he answered, as if it had always been his favorite.
➼ pairing(s): kyoya ootori x reader, hikaru hitachiin x reader (platonic!)
➼ summary: Hikaru has a hard time facing his feelings, but he doesn’t have to do it alone.
➼ word count: 3.4k words (i know, it's short, i'm sorry)
➼ what to expect: "I think... I'm in love with her, Kaoru."
➼ warnings: angst
➼ the first chapter of a mini Indeed collection :)
The cosplay choice for this week is almost too reminiscent of the Ouran Fair. Tamaki has been feeling exceptionally regal as of late, and has decided that the Host Club will be tending to their guests as members of the Ouran Academy's royal family. It's your first time hosting in cosplay, and your guests seem to find you quite charming.
"But, princess... what would the others say if they saw us together?" The guest closest to your side, who'd requested personal time, bats her eyelashes up at you, falling into her role.
"Don't fret, it's just you and I here together. Nothing shall harm us." Truly, the two of you are only separated from a line of guests by a simple privacy screen.
"In my eyes, you are the true princess, worthy of my protection." You pluck the tiara from the crown of your head and gently adorn your guest with it.
She swoons, "Oh, y/n~"
But soon, her time is up, and the next guest in line scurries behind the screen to take her place in your arms. Your patrons seem to be primarily ladies today, but that's hardly anything to complain about.
As Kyoya monitors your queue, he can't help but notice that the percentage of guests requesting you today nearly rival Tamaki's average numbers. It must be the theme; he cannot deny that you look truly akin to royalty.
The pride in Kyoya's chest swells pleasantly at each little stray comment he hears about your hosting abilities, and he can't imagine why he was ever against you becoming a host in the first place. Irrational speculations, perhaps.
After a few guests or so, you take a scheduled break to stride about the room and interact with the general attendance of the Host Club.
"y/n-Senpai~!" Two mischievous voices chorus and catch your attention. You find Hikaru and Kaoru lounging beside each other, across from their guests, waving you over with identical smirks.
"Yeah?" you implore, stepping closer to them. You're less than willing to get wrapped up in whatever they have planned for you—your guests have risen to insane numbers today, and you have your own things to do.
"Come on, come closer!" Kaoru whines, earning a teasing snicker from his brother.
~Hikaru's Internal Disarray!~
You know better than to give in to their antics when they fail to provide a prior explanation. You cross your arms and shake your head, "I'm not coming over there. Tell me what you need, and I'll be on my way." You insist with a knowing look.
A hand is placed to the small of your back and urges you in the opposite direction gently, "Hikaru, Karou. y/n is occupied with her guests. Please don't distract her."
You smile gently at Kyoya's insistent voice and nod, briefly sparing the twins a shrug before sauntering off to tend to your guests.
Hikaru's playful smile fades into a prominent pout, his brows furrowing as he crosses his arms and turns away from Kyoya.
"Isn't y/n so dreamy? She really is like a princess!" One of the twins' guests swoons as her friend hums in agreement with an eager nod. Hikaru rolls his eyes.
"She's not all that. Wouldn't you ladies rather spend your time with a prince? Or better yet... two?" Hikaru bows slightly to cradle the guest's hand with a smirk.
Beside him, Kaoru's brows furrow in confusion.
"Oh, well, maybe..." The guest flusters, red quickly spreading across her pretty cheeks as she glances bashfully away from Hikaru, and her friend encourages her with giggles.
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The afternoon drags on with excruciating slowness. Each tick of the club room's grandfather clock in the corner marks time that Hikaru wishes would speed up so this miserable day could end. He maintains his hostly facade for the guests, but the effort is exhausting in a way hosting has never been before.
Kaoru keeps shooting him concerned glances between entertaining their guests, but Hikaru refuses to meet his brother's eyes.
Across the room, you laugh at something Haruhi says as you refill teacups for a cluster of guests who have migrated to her table. The sound carries through Music Room #3.
"I heard she learned all the proper royal etiquette just for today's theme," one of their guests whispers to her friend, though not quietly enough to escape Hikaru's notice. "Kyoya-Senpai must have helped her prepare. Aren't they such a perfect couple?"
The words make Hikaru's chest pulse strangely. His jaw tightens visibly. Perfect couple. Of course you are...
"Hikaru?" Kaoru's voice is quiet, only meant for his brother's ears. "You okay?"
"Fine," Hikaru mutters through gritted teeth, his smile never wavering for their guests' entertainment.
When Tamaki sweeps by with his usual dramatic flourish, proclaiming something about "the beauty of noble aesthetics" to a swooning crowd, Hikaru feels his last thread of patience snap. He watches as you pause in your hosting to laugh at something Tamaki says.
"What's so special about playing princess anyway?" The words come out louder than intended, but Hikaru can't seem to stop them not that they've started. Several nearby patrons turn their heads to look at him with startled expressions. "It's just dress-up. Anyone can do it."
"Hikaru." Kaoru's warning tone is sharp.
But Hikaru is already standing, his chair scraping against the polished floor with a screech that cuts through the remaining ambient conversations. The room goes quiet, attention shifts toward the commotion.
"You know what? I'm sick of this." He scoffs, his voice filling the music room with its sharpness.
You look up from across the room, your eyes widening with surprise and confusion.
"Everyone's been fawning over y/n all day like she's something special."
"Hikaru, sit down." Kyoya's voice cuts through the tension like a knife, low and dangerous.
Hikaru ignores him. "Well, newsflash-she's just another host! She's not some perfect little angel who deserves everyone's constant attention!"
The silence that follows is deafening. Even Tamaki seems frozen in place. Your face has gone pale, the hurt in your eyes visible even from across the room. But there's something in Hikaru's expression that dissipates the hurt quickly, the same sort of expression he had when he was staring daggers into you at Kyoya's birthday celebration.
Kyoya's expression has transformed into something truly terrifying, his glasses glinting as he takes a step forward.
The reality of what he's just said crashes over Hikaru like a bucket of ice water. His anger drains away instantly, replaced by a sickening sense of horror.
"I-" he starts, but no explanation comes. There is not explanation that can justify what he just said.
You rise quickly from your seat as the doors to the music room slam open, Hikaru bolting through them. His princely costume flows behind him like a cape as he flees down the hallway. Kaoru rushes after him, calling his name.
His feet carry him as quickly as they can through the winding hallways, passing startled students and concerned instructors, until he finally bursts through a side exit into one of the smaller courtyards. This one is hardly visited, tucked away behind the humanities building where most students don't bother to come. It's quiet, private.
Hikaru collapses onto a stone bench, his breathing ragged and his hands shaking. The ornate crown that had been perched on his head at some point during his journey now rests crooked, so he tears it off in anger and throws it into the grass.
"That was quite the exit."
Hikaru's head snaps up to find Kaoru standing at the courtyard entrance, his expression unreadable. But not to Hikaru. He knows his brother is concerned. Kaoru walks forward slowly, deliberately, before settling onto the bench beside him.
"Don't," Hikaru urges, his voice hoarse. "Just... don't."
"Don't what? Point out that you just had a complete meltdown in front of everyone? Mention that Kyoya-Senpai looks like he's planning your funeral?"
Hikaru cringes, "Is he mad?"
"What did you expect?" Kaoru's voice is harder than usual, laced with disappointment that cuts deeper than any anger from his brother ever could. "You basically declared that his girlfriend is worthless in front of a room full of people."
Hikaru buries his face in his hands, his shoulders beginning to tremble. "I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to..."
Kaoru sighs, his voice losing its edge as he gentles it, "Then... what were you trying to do?"
The question goes unanswered for a moment. Something sparks in Hikaru's mind, and he realizes something. Something that feels like it's crawling up his throat and begging to be released, but... he can't. It's been eating him alive all day, and perhaps longer...
"I think..." The words stick in his throat as he tries to push them down, but they force their way out. "I think... I'm in love with her, Kaoru."
His brother doesn't react with shock or surprise, though it is a loaded sentence that would have shocked anyone else. Instead, Kaoru just sighs again, deeply, a sound filled with understanding and maybe a bit of sadness. "Are... you sure about that?"
"Every time she smiles at someone else, I feel like I can't breathe." Hikaru's voice cracks slightly. "When she laughs with other people, when she lets Kyoya touch her, when she gives her attention anyone but us... it hurts. It physically hurts. What else is that?"
Kaoru reaches down and picks up the discarded crown from the grass, turning it over in his hands thoughtfully and brushing a few stray blades off of it.
"When was the last time you cared this much about impressing someone who wasn't me?"
"Never. Maybe Haruhi."
"When was the last time we had a friend? And I mean one who doesn't share your DNA." Kaoru smiles despite the situation.
Hikaru's frown deepens. "What are you getting at?"
"Think about it, Hikaru. Before the Host Club, before y/n-Senpai, it was just us against the world. We didn't... need anyone else. We had each other. But now..." Kaoru trails off, his gaze distant. "Now we have other people in our lives. Real connections. And that's-"
"Terrifying. But that doesn't explain why I-"
"Doesn't it?" Kaoru interrupts gently, "I think you're overthinking this. I think you love, y/n-Senpai, but... not in the way Kyoya-Senpai does."
The words settle over Hikaru like a familiar blanket, both comforting and uncomfortable. He wants to argue, to insist that Kaoru is wrong... but doubt has already started to creep in.
"She and the club are the first people outside of us to care about us, right?" Kaoru continues, his voice soft.
"So?"
"So... you're not jealous of Kyoya-Senpai. I think we've just... never had a friend like that."
There is a long beat of silence. Maybe a couple more. Hikaru's mind sifts through memories. Every interaction with you, every smile, every moment of attention you'd given him. And slowly... reluctantly... he begins to see what Kaoru is suggesting.
The jealousy he feels when you talk to others... is it really romantic? Or is it the jealousy of someone who's never had to share before? The hurt when you prioritize Kyoya... is it heartbreak? Or is it the frustration of coming second when he's always been first in his brother's eyes?
"What if you're wrong?"
Kaoru shrugs, "Or, what if I'm right?"
Before Hikaru can respond, footsteps echo across the courtyard. Both twins look up to find Kyoya approaching, his expression carefully controlled but not hostile It's more thoughtful than anything else. Kaoru immediately stands, squeezing Hikaru's shoulder once before leaving the two and heading back toward the main building.
Kyoya stands before Hikaru with his arms crossed without a word, and for a long moment, it's silent.
"I'm sorry," Hikaru groans.
"I know you are." Kyoya's tone is surprisingly gentle, lacking his usual aura of intimidation when he's upset. "But it's not me you should be apologizing to."
Hikaru nods miserably. "I... I know." he murmurs shamefully.
Kyoya steps forward and settles himself onto the bench beside Hikaru. Not too close, a little stiff.
"I heard what you said. To Kaoru." He says flatly.
Hikaru's stomach drops. "Senpai, I-"
"No, it's... alright. I'm not upset. To be honest, you're not exactly subtle." Kyoya does his best to jest.
"You're not mad?" Hikaru asks cautiously.
"No." Kyoya finally glances at him, and there's understanding in his eyes. "She's easy to care about."
Hikaru doesn't know what to say to that. He'd been bracing himself for anger, possessiveness, for some kind of territorial warning. Definitely not... this.
"Do you want to know what she said to me once?" Kyoya continues. "About you and Kaoru?"
Hikaru hesitates, then nods wordlessly.
"She said that you two were the first people in the Host Club that really made her feel... comfortable. Made her laugh." Kyoya's expression softens slightly. "She values that. Values you. Both of you."
"Really?"
"Yes, she talks about you often. About... how much you've grown, how glad she is to have you as a friend. And she worries about you endlessly." Kyoya pauses.
There is a silence. Hikaru blinks, still not facing Kyoya. He doesn't think the two of them have ever... talked for so long. Alone.
"Her feelings are hurt... but she knows you didn't mean it. And it doesn't change how she feels about you. That's the kind of person she is."
Hikaru feels his throat tightening. "She should be mad at me."
"She's not. She... forgives easily. Too easily, most of the time. Don't take that for granted." Kyoya stands, brushing his shoulder off, the tassels of his costume dance under the movement.
"I won't." Hikaru promises immediately.
"Good." Kyoya begins to walk away, pausing. "She cares about you. As a friend. And that's not nothing."
Hikaru nods, keeping his gaze to the ground rather than on Kyoya. Kyoya regards him with a knowing look, one he knows Hikaru doesn't see, and follows in Kaoru's path to the main building.
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By the time Kyoya arrives back to the club room, Tamaki has managed to direct the ladies' attention back Honey, Mori, and himself. As Kyoya lets the door click shut quietly behind him, you rush to his side.
"Is he alright? Kaoru came back without him and-"
"Hikaru is fine. He's just... working things out for himself." Kyoya places a reassuring gloved hand on your shoulder.
"It's just like you to be worrying about someone else when your pride has been wounded." He teases, leading you back to into the music room's center.
You scoff, "My pride isn't hurt." You shake your head.
Kyoya quirks a brow.
"Well... maybe a little. I know he's..." you chew your lip anxiously.
"I think it's a little bit like when I thought I was losing you to being a hostess, perhaps." Kyoya theorizes.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sure he'll come to his senses. He cares about you... maybe a little more than he should." Kyoya grumbles the second part of his last phrase.
"Oh, come off it. He's a kid, and a girl is sometimes attentive to him and also attentive to others. He's probably just confused." You sigh, waving him off dismissively.
"Indeed." Kyoya chuckles.
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Music room #3 is nearly empty when Hikaru finally works up the courage to return. The guests have all gone, and the decorations somehow look sad in the dimming light, like a party that ended too soon. He finds you alone, methodically packing away teacups and saucers into their proper places.
You're still wearing your gown, though you've rid yourself of the tiara. Your hair falls loose around your shoulders now, catching the golden light filtering through the windows. When you hear the door open, you look up, and the expression on your face is not what Hikaru expected. Not anger, not even hurt. Just... quiet. Understanding, and it makes his chest ache worse than any accusation.
"Hey," you say softly, setting the teacup in your hands on the table beside you.
"Hey." Hikaru hovers near the doorway, looking smaller than you've ever seen him. His costume is rumpled now, his hair messy like he's been running his hands through it.
"You can come in, you know. I'm not going to bite." You almost laugh.
He takes a few hesitant steps forward, then stops again. His hands fidget at his sides, clenching and unclenching, and you recognize the movement. It's what he does when he's trying not to run from an uncomfortable situation.
"I'm sorry." The words come out rushed. "What I said-I didn't mean it. Any of it. You are special, you're amazing, and I was just being stupid and jealous and-"
"Hikaru." You keep your voice gentle, as if he were a spooked animal. "Breathe. Take a breath."
He does so, shakily, and you can see him struggling to hold himself together. You move toward him, slowly.
"I know you didn't mean it," you say simply.
As always, Kyoya was right...
"You... you do?"
"Of course I do." You're close enough now to see the redness around his eyes, the way his jaw is clenched to keep the lump in his throat down. "Hikaru, I've known you for how long now? You think I don't recognize when you're scared?"
"I'm not-" He begins defensively, then deflates. "I was scared. I am scared.
"I know." You reach out and gently fix his rumpled collar. The gesture is automatic, maternal, and you see him blink rapidly.
"I talked to Kaoru. He didn't tell me everything... but he did tell me some."
Hikaru blushes heavily. You hurriedly interrupt his thoughts.
"Don't blame Kaoru. I pestered him." You smile gently.
How do you just... know what he's thinking? It's a skill you've always impressed him with.
"I'm sorry... I know you're with Kyoya-Senpai. I shouldn't have-"
"I understand, Hikaru, don't worry." You reassure, patting the side of his arm.
"I've... been noticing your behavior lately. When I dote on the other members." You say slowly and tenderly.
Hikaru tears his gaze from you and reaches up to scratch the back of his head.
"You've never had to share attention before. I understand. You and Kaoru... you've never had to compete for his attention. But I promise..."
You somehow implore Hikaru to at least look at your expression with just your tone of voice, "You don't have to compete for my attention. Friendship isn't a finite resource... I have plenty to go around." You say playfully.
Hikaru groans, burying his face in his hands, "This is so embarrassing."
You giggle, "Maybe a little. You're quite fun to tease, but I'm trying not to."
Hikaru shoots you a glare that has no real meaning behind it.
"I like you better when you're not lecturing me." Hikaru crosses his arms defiantly.
"What kind of Senpai would I be if I didn't lecture you?" You turn back to your tea service organization.
"Come on now, you're going to help me with this." You say determinedly, not facing him.
There is a moment of silence as Hikaru simply watches you for a brief moment. He finds comfort in how easily you drop an uncomfortable subject.
He falls into a quiet routine beside you, picking up used teacups and saucers and matching them together. After a few brief moments, you speak again.
"You know you're one of my best friends, right?" You peek over at him, hard at work.
Hikaru nods, "I know... you're mine too." He grumbles.
You grin widely. When you can get Hikaru to express affection, you consider yourself immensely lucky.
"You and Kaoru are some of my favorite people. Maybe I like Kaoru more, though..."
"Alright, maybe this was a mistake-" Hikaru sets down the teacups in his hands and you rush to interrupt him.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding. I love you both." You elbow him.
You don't miss the way Hikaru smirks to himself. "I would hope so."
As the two of you fall back into your monotonous routine of tidying up the music room, there is a comfortable silence that falls between the both of you, a silence that only the closest of friends can create together.
The silence between you says more than words ever could, and you both mutually understand each other. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.
Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?
Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵
🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;
Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵
🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!
And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!
The time to start is now! And I can show you how.
Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵
♡Next time, on Indeed...♡
Though different than his brother, Kaoru lets slip something he's kept to himself for a long time...
♡We'll see you then!! ♡
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Warnings: one bed trope, friends to lovers, mentions of drinking, sex dreams, cunnilingus, pet names (baby and pretty girl), soft dom!mitsuya, some teasing, some praise kink, some body worship, mentions of hickeys, nipple play, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, and aftercare
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“Are you sure I can crash with you?” you ask Mitsuya again for the third time. You help him make up his bed for the two of you in his bedroom. The party he threw for his roommate, Hakkai, has ended, and all guests have left, with you as the only exception.
“Yes, yes, you can,” he tells you. “You’ve been drinking, so I don’t want you driving home.”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Mitsuya,” you joke.
“I’m serious; it can be dangerous, you know,” Mitsuya explains.
“You’re right,” you agree. “But I didn’t have that much to drink, you know.” Mitsuya crosses his arms over his chest.
“Oh, really?” he asks. “You’ve been acting all giggly and flirty. That’s not really normal for you.” You give him a pout.
“Yeah, but still…” You trail off. Mitsuya reaches over to you and pats your head.
“I just want you to be safe, and having you stay the night is the best way to keep you that way,” Mitsuya explains. You feel yourself get warm with his touch. Your crush on him effectively shows from your reactions, but Mitsuya doesn’t seem to notice them. “So, stay the night. I know it’s not the best, but I promise you can leave first thing tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Mitsuya,” you say, and he gives you a warm smile.
“Of course, Y/N. You’re always welcome,” he says. He gestures for you to climb into bed as he turns off the light. You pull back his soft comforter and blanket. You settle yourself underneath them. He soon joins you, and you both lie on your backs facing away from one another. Your mind wanders about Mitsuya. The man you’ve been friends with for quite some time, but that’s what you guys have always been. Nothing more. You’ve had a crush on him for a long time, too, but you’ve kept it to yourself. The more you think about it, the more you realize this is the closest proximity you’ve had with him. You guys are usually always at arm’s length. Your mind begins to get hazy from the alcohol you consumed, so you start to drift off.
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You drift into a dream where you’re lying in your own bed with Mitsuya on top of you.
“M-Mitsuya?” you question.
“Pretty girl, you always look so good when you’re flustered,” Mitsuya says. He leans down and kisses you, making his teeth bite your lower lip as he kisses you. You moan into his mouth as his hands play with your inner thighs. You instinctively try moving your hips so Mitsuya’s hands reach your cunt. He chuckles when he catches on to what you’re doing. He raises his head to speak to you. “Just ask, pretty girl.”
“Please touch me, Mitsuya,” you plead. His lavender eyes soften when he hears your beg.
“Anything for you,” he says. Mitsuya lowers himself to your thighs. He nips and licks at your bare thighs, making eye contact with you. He removes the panties that you’re wearing, tossing them somewhere off. He leans down and kisses your clit, making your breath hitch.
“P-Please don’t tease me, Mitsuya,” you stutter. Mitsuya looks up at you.
“You’re right, darling. I shouldn’t tease you,” he says. Mitsuya begins to lick your clit, still looking at you. Your eyebrows knit together, and you throw your head back. The sound of him sucking your clit envelops your ears, and you can’t help the moans that slip out of you. You feel his fingers begin to rub at your entrance, begging to be let in.
“F-Fuck, Mi-Mitsuya,” you moan. He smiles and adds two fingers to your pussy. Your thighs shake as Mitsuya sucks and fingers you. God, even though you’re dreaming, he’s still amazing. You’re not sure you want to wake up.
As if on cue, Mitsuya’s actions cease. As well as his figure on top of you, forcing you to awaken.
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Damn, you thought. You just had to wake up when things were getting–
You realize you’re on your back, and you turn to Mitsuya, who’s wide awake and looking at you. His expression is one of blush and shock.
“Were you dreaming about me?” he asks rhetorically. Of course, he already knows the answer, but he asks anyway. You feel your face heat up and your heart pound.
“I…uh…did you hear all that?” you ask.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he tells you. You grab the blankets and cover your face because of your embarrassment.
“Oh great,” you say sarcastically. There’s a bit of silence before Mitsuya reaches for your hand and holds it from its protective place on the blankets.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/N,” Mitsuya says. “I have those feelings for you, too.” You remove the blankets to look at Mitsuya.
“You do?” you ask, hopeful. He nods.
“Yeah, I really do,” he tells you. “You’re so beautiful, smart, and funny.”
Your eyes soften from his words. He raises your hand to his lips and gives it a sweet kiss.
“Not to mention you’re incredibly sexy,” Mitsuya says. You feel yourself begin to heat up again, but it’s not the same as before. “I wasn’t sure if you’re feelings returned mine, so I’ve been restraining myself.”
“You have?” you ask.
“Yeah, I really have,” he affirms. “I think about you all the time.”
“What kind of thoughts do you have?” you ask almost cheekily. Mitsuya chuckles at your question.
“Well, I think about the kind of dates we’d go on and how I’d introduce you to my sisters,” Mitsuya explains.
“Uh-huh,” you say and wait for him to continue.
“And, well, I’ve thought about how I would fuck you as well,” Mitsuya says.
“What did you have in mind for that?” you ask.
“Why don’t I walk you through it?” he asks.
“I would love that,” you reply.
“First, I would have you in my bed, which you are, so I can check that,” he says. “And the next thing I’d do is kiss you.” He leans towards you, and you close your eyes, feeling his lips touch yours. It’s a sweet kiss that definitely represents the first kiss you’ll have with him. He moves his body to hover above you without breaking the kiss between you. He places his hands on your waist, and you clutch at his shoulders. His tongue begins to trace your bottom lip. You open your mouth, and you taste the alcohol that he’d consumed earlier on your tongue. You moan into his mouth as his hands cup your body.
He raises his head to speak to you.
“Can I take off your shirt?” he asks. You nod eagerly, and he takes the bottom of your shirt in his hands and pulls it over your head, revealing your bra. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Mitsuya begins to kiss and suck your neck while your hands tangle themselves in his lilac hair. His teeth graze your skin as he trails kisses down to your collarbone.
“Mm, Mitsuya,” you moan.
“Call me Takashi, baby,” he tells you while still nestled in your neck.
“T-Takashi,” you correct. He chuckles.
“That’s my good girl,” he says. He moves his hands to your covered breasts and begins to fondle them. “Can I take it off?” His politeness is so handsome, but you kind of just want him to get to it.
“Yes,” you tell him. “And Takashi? You don’t have to keep asking. I want you to do whatever you want.” Mitsuya gives you a smirk as he unclasps your bra and tosses it aside. Next, he gently kneads your breasts while kissing the top of your chest. Then, he moves his hand to lick your sensitive nipple with his hot tongue. You moan under him as he uses his fingers to roll your other nipple. He switches between your breasts with his fingers and tongue until he’s thoroughly satisfied.
Mitsuya then goes to your pants, pulls them off you, and strips off his own shirt. His lean and muscular body flusters you as this is the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. He notices how flustered you are and chuckles.
“Aw, still flustered, pretty?” he asks. “That’s so cute.” Mitsuya’s attention then goes to your pussy where he sees how wet he’s made you already. “You’re already so wet for me, darling.”
Mitsuya uses his fingers to rub your wet, covered pussy. Naturally, you shift from your position when you feel his fingers touch you. Next, Mitsuya removes his pants and boxers, tossing them off with your discarded clothing. He takes his time removing your panties so that he can see you squirm from his teasing.
After removing your panties and tossing them away, he uses his fingers to collect some of your wetness and spreads it on his cock. Then, he lines himself and pushes his cock in. The head of his cock splits you open. You moan while Mitsuya groans from the feeling of his cock slowly entering you.
“Shit,” he breathes. “You feel amazing.”
“Ah, Takashi,” you moan. He finally bottoms out, and you reach for him, and he’s more than willing to kiss you while he fucks you. His hips begin to move, and he swallows your moans with his kisses and grabs your hand with his. The sound of his cock moving inside you reaches your ears, making you wetter by the second. Mitsuya groans in your kiss from how much he fills you up. Your hands grip each other tightly as Mitsuya’s thrusts begin to get harder and faster. Mitsuya’s kisses move from your lips down to your neck, and your head is thrown back. You feel your abdomen tighten as Mitsuya hits a specific spot within you, making you moan out more for him. You sense yourself tightening around Mitsuya’s cock as it thrusts in and out of you.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tightening around me,” Mitsuya says breathily. He doesn’t stop his thrusts against your spot, and you continue to feel your orgasm build.
“T-Takashi,” you moan. “G-Gonna cum.”
“Shit, cum for me, pretty girl,” he tells you. He thrusts into you again, and you release your cum all around Mitsuya’s cock, making a ring of your cream around him. He moans into your ear from your cum coating his dick. Mitsuya’s thrusts begin to speed up as he chases his own orgasm. Your pussy throbs from his thrusts as you grip his hand as tight as you can. His groans become louder as his cock begins to twitch within you. Mitsuya lets go of your hand and sits up as his eyes close. He quickly pulls his cock out of you and strokes his cock, cumming all along your stomach and outside of your pussy. You both breathe heavily together as his sticky, hot cum drips down your body.
“Takashi,” you say and reach out for his hand once again, which he gladly takes. He gives you a soft smile.
“You did so amazingly, baby,” he praises you. “Hold on, lemme clean you up, okay?” You nod, and he slips out of bed, going into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean you with. He returns and starts to clean off his cum from your body. He’s gentle, not wanting to stir your sensitive body.
When he’s done cleaning you, he puts the towel away and climbs back into bed with you. He grabs you into a cuddle with your chests pressing into each other slightly.
“Are you free tomorrow by chance?” Mitsuya asks. You giggle at his somewhat formal tone.
“Indeed, I am,” you reply. He rubs your waist as he continues.
“How about we go on a proper date?” Mitsuya asks. You lean in and kiss his cheek.
Every time I watch mfb I feel the urge to redesign side characters so have a few quick designs
Check under the cut to hear me yap about my thoughts and design choices ⬇️
The Sodo Twins:
Honestly I’m not sure if these two are side characters in the same way the others are, they def are a little more important to the plot imo
Anyhow I just wanted an excuse to draw them lmao
My main goal for these guys was to differentiate their designs a little further and also make their colors feel more Yin and Yang
Also I added some fire and ice motives onto their belt buckles
Dan:
I thought it would be cool if the twins had more obviously different aesthetics, so I made Dan lean into a more elegant direction (I think it was the white opera gloves)
So I gave Dan earrings, white high heeled boots, hair in a ponytail and black lipstick
I fear in the process I might have invented trans femme Dan lmao
#congrats your a she/her now
Also I made the fully self indulgent decision to make Dan a little buff because drawing muscles has to be my favorite thing atm 😔
Reiki:
I tried to take a more “cool” approach with Reiki (I’m not cool at all so you gotta tell me if I succeeded lmao)
I gave him more of a tech wear aesthetic with super baggy cargos
I lowkey changed way less about him than Dan but ig I just like his Canon design a little more
OTA:
Osamu, Takashi and Akira were actually the reason I wanted to redesign side characters in the first place, I just think their designs are unfortunately very boring in canon :(
I mainly focused on making their colors feel palettes a little nicer and giving them some visually interesting clothing pieces
I thought it would be cute to incorporate the face bolt designs of their beys into their outfits since we obviously don’t actually see the beys in action much
(If your wondering about their beys:
O: found two sources for Osamu, one saying he uses Wind Wolf 145SF, one saying Wind Hydra 125FS, I went with Wolf but I’m not sure if that’s the right bey (lemme know if smo knows)
T: Clay Northern Cross 125FS
A: Heat Crow 145HF)
Also I gave them friendship bracelets cuz it’s precious <33
Osamu:
I really had to fix Osamu’s color pallet but other than that there wasn’t much to do
I made his button up be striped and gave him some sneakers for visual interest but that’s about it
Takashi:
I also didn’t change much about Takashi
I gave him a bit more of a preppy / nerdy style with a button up slacks and dress shoes
Also I wanted to give him glasses so badly but giving everyone glasses is actually my toxic trait so I restrained myself lmao
Akira:
I changed by far the most about Akira
Not sure what it was about him but he gave me major scene kid vibes so I indulged hahah
I gave him a racoon tail, baggy shirt and cargo shorts and also mismatched vans and fingerless gloves
Also I added orange and green to his color pallet for visual balance (and also just because these designs are def not colorful enough for my taste lmao)
Akira’s redesign definitely ended up as one of my favs I’m very happy w it :))
Sala:
Tbh I just decided to draw her because I gotta practice drawing younger kids and ngl I don’t actually like how this turned out all that much
I tried to make her outfit feel a bit more little girl while still keeping the active look from canon so I gave her a little flower hair clip, a cute collar and some ruffles on her shorts
The Dungeon Gym Bladers:
Tbh I could not figure out which of these guys is Oan, which is Brad and which is Bruce
Beyblade Wiki wasn’t helping and I even rewatched their first appearance but they aren’t introduced by name there
So I just assigned the names based on vibes, please correct me if I got them wrong!
These three were probably my favorites to redesign
Again I tried to differentiate their aesthetics and also their silhouettes cuz they lowkey all have the same height and body types
Brad:
I gave Brad balloon pants and converse and turned his collared shirt into a hoodie
I really tried to make his silhouette feel grounded and kinda heavy to contrast his fluffy hair and I really like how it looks
Oan:
Oan’s redesign is actually my favorite
Something about him gave me 70s vibes (I think it was the belt over shirt thing) so I leaned into that
I gave him bell bottoms with a floral design and referenced some actual 70s fashion for his belt buckle and shirt
Ig he’s a bit of a hippy now but that’s ok 🧡
Also I changed the shape of his afro just a little bit because Beyblade characters usually have super prominent shapes in their hair and I thought this way he’d look less like a plain background character
Bruce:
I thought it would be cute to make Bruce look a little softer and have his aviary / military jacket contrast that (I imagine he maybe got it from an older sibling or smth)
So I gave him a bit of a smaller, slimmer frame
Also oh boy was his original color palette a mess, I had to experiment a little to fix it but but I think it turned out well
Lastly I changed his bangs because way to many mfb characters have that exact bang shape (Hyōma, Tsubasa, Yu, Chi Yun - huh that’s my mfb top 4, what does that say about me?)
