you were minding your own business. headphones pulled over your ears to drown out the voices 'nd chatter of classmates.
that is until the volume picks up, somehow louder than your music.
what now?
another fight break out?
you pull one side of your headphones slightly off one ear to eavesdrop.
"didja hear what happened?" you hear someone, yamamoto you think, shouting as he stomps into the room.
"no," another guy replies.
"apparently..." yamamoto starts, glancing around the room, voice lowering, "the invincible mikey got his ass handed to 'im."
a hush falls over the room. then barks of laughter and denials, because in everyone's opinion, that simply isn't possible.
i mean, he's called invincible mikey for a reason after all.
"where'd ya hear that crap?"
"from a reliable source." comes the answer, hesitant, like he can smell blood in the water.
more laughter, more forced. less playful.
you shake your head, unnoticed, in your seat at the front of the class. it's ridiculous the way they glaze this guy.
"did this... source of yours have any proof?" another guy asks, "or just spouting bullshit?"
by this time you're done listening, you fix your headphones and stare out the window. letting your mind slip back into daydreams.
you head to the rooftop, it's usually deserted during free period, perfect for you.
pushing open the rusting metal door, stepping out onto the fenced in, definitely off-limits and restricted space, excited to be free of people.
your smile falls so fast when you spot someone up here. sitting in your seat no less.
well, it's not actually yours. it's the only bench up here. that's besides the point, right now you're determined to fight this guy over stealing your quiet, people free place.
no one ever comes up here
except apparently today.
you inhale, ready to unleash a mountain of sharp words at the... invader.
then he turns, like he sensed a disturbance in the force, dark eyes finding yours.
every insult dies on your tongue, instead you dumbly blurt out, "you're bleeding."
his lips twitch, almost into a smile, "i tripped."
"and fell on your face?" you question, doubtful.
there's tiny cuts along his jaw with a matching busted lip, plus undeniably the bruising of what will become the world's ugliest black eye.
"and fell onto someone's fist. repeatedly." he corrects. the way he says it, so carefree, uncaring. this is an average tuesday for him.
you can't imagine being so nonchalant about that.
your feet move before your mind does.
nudging him with your leg until he gets the jist, scooching over to give you room to sit. in your bag is a small first-aid kit, you pull it out, stealing a glance at the boy beside you.
he eyes you with a bored, skeptical expression.
sighing you pop a band-aid on his jaw, catching the way his eyes widen then soften.
"are you always this reckless?" you can't help but mutter as you calculate every injury, tallying up how many bandages it would take to fix him up.
he hums, tapping his foot against the floor, "always."
something about that look, that particular glint in his eyes that gives you pause. dots connecting. slower than you wanted to admit.
"what's your name?" aiming for casual, but it comes out probing.
he tilts his head, giving the impression of a puppy dog — a golden retriever with it's droopy ears, "it's mikey."
yeah... you should've realized sooner. only someone like him, with a reputation that proceeds him would behave in such a manner. a feared gang leader. people usually avoid meeting him face-to-face, less chance to wind up on his bad side and incur his wrath.
"and yours is?"
you give him your name, keeping your eyes downcast onto his hands as you wrap his knuckles. pretty. even with all the residual scars evident from previous fights. strong and a bit rough, but stupidly decent looking hands for a delinquent.
"aren't ya gonna kiss it better?" mikey teases, leaning in and puckering his lips.
"hell no." you snap. pushing at his shoulder. squashing down the tiny flip your heart does.
he deflates, pouting at your quick dismissal.
"but i'm in paaaain." he whines.
stubbornly you ignore his complaints. but he's as persistent as you are stubborn. mikey gets louder, to the point of wailing and dropping his weight against you. his head is on your shoulder, breath heavy in your ear.
it makes your face heat in frustration. a bubbling of emotions you don't wish to name.
you cave.
"for crying out loud." you mutter.
exhaling sharply, you grab his collar, barely resisting shaking him like the pest he is. planting a kiss directly onto his swollen lips.
the kiss is tainted with the taste of metal.
yet neither of you is pulling away. letting the golden sun rays warm you inside and out. melting and sliding your lips along his. none of it is sure, just silent exploration.
your first-aid kit clatters to the ground, shattering the moment. breaking the kiss.
mikey looks positively stunned, fingers pressed to his mouth, memorizing the feel of yours.
when you finally look up he's beaming, smiling so wide that he split the scab and is now bleeding again.
you wipe at the blood, pressing a cotton ball to the spot.
"oh, i meant my hands by the way." he murmurs.
you feel like an idiot for misreading the situation. you had thought that's what he was getting at. mikey puts his hand up in defense when you swat at his arm, "not that i'm complaining about the kiss."
"you're such a dickhead."
"oi, c'mon don't run away now!" he calls out as you speed walk towards the door.
you flip him off, playing up the dramatics. you're not actually mad. just flustered.
"you know you can't hide from me." mikey says, both a threat and a promise.
when mikey wants something he gets it. period.
"counting on it." you laugh, waving as the door swings shut behind you. heart beating too fast. giddy grin plastered onto your face as you descend the steps.
mikey waits exactly two minutes before chasing after you.
꒰ author's note ꒱ — quick fluff of my favorite delinquent. ignore any errors 'nd bad spelling, i wrote this in like an hour. not proofread ♡
he would surely cling to your body like a koala in need. Legs and arms, both of them could end up more than once on you. You also don't understand why it adopts abstract forms when he sleeping, and as long as you sleep with this being in the same bed you will never have your deserved share of sheet:
mickey, kazutora, baji, smiley, pahchin
he would give you your space in bed, although that doesn't free you from being imprisoned against his chest to feel your warmth. It is likely that he uses as an excuse that he's cold just to be clinging to you, when in fact he does it 'cause you transmit peace and security to him (and 'cause you assure him a better sleep):
lover to hear your heartbeat, that's why he creeps up to your chest level when you're fast asleep. Maybe he snores. He makes sure to guide your hand towards his hair for you to stroke it, staying on his side of the bed until dawn 'cause yes, discord doesn't exist with this man:
Summary: You often feel overlooked compared to your best friend, Emma. Little do you know there's someone who does notice you quite a lot. | Genre: Fluff | Warning: none| Words: 5.4K
‘Hey, Y/L/N-san.’
You were in the process of packing your things into your school bag. The classes were finally over, and you couldn’t wait to ditch the stuffy classroom once and for all and dive into a nice peaceful weekend.
You didn’t recognize the boy in front of you, but unfortunately, you knew what he wanted even before he started to talk.
‘You’re friends with Sano-san, right?’ he asked smiling with a glow of confidence in his eyes probably thinking he came up with a pretty decent plan when he chose to approach you.
Sadly, for him, this wasn’t unusual. Despite her unfortunate reputation and the scary rumors that circled around her persona. Your best friend, Sano Emma, was a cute and attractive-looking girl who often caught the attention of boys around your schools and guys passing on the streets. Whether on purpose or not being subtle enough, it was very easy to overhear or notice some of the peaking or openly staring at her. At times you compare them to animals in the zoo watching their caretakers bring them their scheduled food. Sometimes, they were merely excited or happy. Other times, they were drooling and looking like they would run to snatch it before they were ever even allowed to.
‘Yes, what about it?’ you asked. If you were a snarkier person, you would probably tell him flat out to back off because it was pointless to even try anything on Emma, but being yourself, conflict was usually your last resort. If it didn’t happen so often it started to really annoy you, you would even appreciate those guys for having the guts to try something on their crush in the first place.
‘Say, do you know if she’s seeing someone?’
Mentally, you took a deep breath and sighed, but, on the outside, you merely politely said, ‘No, but she likes someone else.’
You thought that was all that needed to be said and returned to packing your stuff. You really wanted to go already. Emma had to head to the teacher’s office to discuss her dropping grades.
She’ll probably ask me to help her study later, you thought to yourself.
Personally, if you approached someone because you were crushing on their friend and found out they liked someone else, you would thank them and never mention it ever again, but apparently, this guy was wired differently.
‘Huh, really?’
You shot your back and turned to leave but the boy sort of cut into your path, ‘Do you think I could take him? What’s he like?’
Take him? You wondered mentally. As in a fight?!
You imagined this guy going against 185 cm tall Ryuguji Ken.
You imagined this guy going against Toman’s vice president, Draken.
You imagined this guy going against the boy you once saw taking down ten Toman members with three punches without breaking a sweat because they were being disrespectful.
You chuckled. It was rude. You would be the first to admit, it was really rude, but you just couldn’t help it because imagining anyone let alone this guy going against Draken was seriously funny.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he asked. Obviously, he didn’t appreciate your reaction, and honestly, you didn’t blame him for that.
You cleared your throat, ‘Sorry. Uh,’ despite knowing a great deal about Emma’s brother’s not-so-little gang, Toman, you were around when it was founded and all, you still didn’t feel too comfortable to talk about it so openly with strangers. In school, nevertheless.
‘Her crush is friends with her brother,’ you said purposely underlining friends and brother, so he and anyone with a good pair of eyes and brain would understand. Everyone and their mother knew that Sano Manjiro was in a gang. Skipping school only to ride a bike wearing his black gang jacket was a dead giveaway. Seeing other members around the city getting into fights, vandalism and other forms of delinquency would convince anyone.
-or so you thought.
‘So? What? It’s not like she has to date her brother’s friends, is it? If so, who is he? I can be his friend or whatever,’ he said, and you openly stared at him like he was insane. You couldn’t help but wonder. If he didn’t even know Emma’s brother, Mikey, was the leader of Toman, what did he even know about her? Or was it really only because of her looks?
You sighed out loud now. You were already in a faulty mood looking forward to leaving the school premises only for this guy to constantly stall you. You were trying to be polite. Really, you weren’t a mean person. It wasn’t your style to flat-out be rude to someone upon meeting them. And you did your absolute best to make it quick with this boy but apparently, he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the toolbox to figure it out.
‘Look, Emma likes someone else, and her brother isn’t someone to mess with. Trust me, if you don’t want problems just let it go, alright?’ Maybe you should have worded it better or maybe you should have told him to just go ask Emma herself if he wanted to so much. If you really thought about it, was this even your problem to begin with?
The boy frowned, ‘Seriously? Why would you say that? What’s wrong with you?’
Your eyes widened while you stood there puzzled wondering what the heck was this guy talking about. You were perfectly clear. Did he seriously want you to spell it out for him that her brother would crack his skull with a single kick and tell his gang to harass him until his dying days?
‘You know jealousy only makes you look uglier,’ he said and turned around stomping away pretty much like a child that apparently, he was.
You were left standing at your spot motionless for a few moments trying to get over the shock of the situation before you breathed out, ‘Whoa.’
It wasn’t like the words didn’t hurt.
They did.
A lot.
So much.
What an asshole!
But you always did your very best not to cry in school or because of some jerk who you didn’t even know.
After three deep breaths just to make sure you wouldn’t start sobbing, you started to walk out of the classroom. You knew that guy was just an upset jerk which was why he was lashing out like that, but it still stung a little. No one wanted to be called ugly or accused of being jealous of their friend. What should you be jealous of anyway? A guy like that coming to you trying to win you over only to be an ass to your friends? No, thank you!
You walked down the stairs only to find Emma waiting for you with a sour look on her face, ‘I need to get my grades up or they’ll tell gramps about it.’
You figured as much and patted her shoulder, ‘I’ll help you study tomorrow.’
‘Really?’ she beamed looking brighter than a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve, ‘Yup, let’s go.’
On the walk home, you only partly listened to Emma’s ramble about how unfair the teacher was. Untrue, but you didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Not to mention, your mind kept on drifting to the boy from the classroom.
Uglier
Uglier~
Uglieeeeer~
‘You’re the ugly one, you ass,’ you mumbled to yourself quietly.
‘Hm?’
‘Nothing,’ you quickly dismissed her interest and glanced around. It was Friday with many people on their way home from work or on a break before they had to return to their offices. Some didn’t even spare you two a single look, but others were openly staring at Emma.
It happened a lot. You weren’t certain when it started, but one day you noticed she was getting a lot of attention from men and boys passing by. Some were flat-out creepy while others looked rather cute. Some tried to strike up a conversation, but Emma was usually too much in her own world to notice or too into Draken to care.
‘Hey, do you want to go join me for karaoke? We’re missing a girl.’
‘I’m with my friend. Bye.’
‘Pretty girl, would you like to go to dinner.’
‘Beat it, old man!’
‘You’re so cute. Want me to buy you something sweet in that coffee house?’
She didn’t even acknowledge the existence of that last boy. Being her best friend came with the privilege of knowing she already had her heart set on someone else.
Honestly, from creeps who tried to follow her and you on the streets to boys who thought they were cute when they couldn’t even shutter out their names, you came to the conclusion that there was really nothing to envy your friend and often offered her your sympathy or changed the subject to ease her annoyance.
Jealousy
It wasn't like it was true. Why would you be jealous of the attention Emma got?
Maybe.
Sometimes.
A little.
You glanced at her hair, ever so perfectly blowing in the wind as you walked. It wasn't like she asked for all that attention. To be frank, most of the time she didn't even notice, or she found it annoying. Besides her were eyes set on Draken for as long as you knew her.
Still, yeah, maybe sometimes you were a little jealous of that attention. If only because compared to her you felt so damn invisible, you might as well not be there at all when those guys approached her. It was rude really. You didn’t want them to hit on you or anything, but straight out being pushed aside so they could get close to Emma without them so much as looking at you if you didn’t end up in traffic thanks to them seemed rude.
You would surely hate it if you were in Emma’s shoes, but you couldn’t say it was all that better to be in your own. Constantly being overlooked and ignored really sucked too.
Passing nearby windshields you caught your reflection. Maybe you should do something about the way you look. Nothing too radical just something to make you stand out a bit? Look cuter?
‘I can’t believe sensei’s being so unfair-’
‘Do you think I should change my hairstyle or do something about makeup?’ (A.N: adding or changing depending on you).
Your eyes moved to your school uniform. It couldn’t be helped on the weekday but maybe during the weekend and after school? ‘Maybe I could do something about my clothing,’ you said to yourself, ‘Maybe I would catch someone’s attention better that way-’
‘But you’re perfect!’ cut in Emma before you could think about that guy from class and pray not to catch the attention of someone like him.
You smiled at your friend, Yeah, yeah.’
‘No really!’ Assured you Emma and taking her best friend’s responsibilities seriously like they were life or death began to praise everything from your hair to your face and body gaining unwanted attention from people passing by. Definitely, not what you meant.
A little bit self-conscious and embarrassed, you tried to calm her down when you and she heard the familiar sounds of two bikes approaching. It wasn’t like you were an expert, but being around Toman so often, CB250T’s roar was definitely imprinted into your brain forever. You were pretty decent in recognizing all the captain’s bikes, even if you didn’t always guess the right one, but their leader’s bike you managed to get right every time. Not something you needed to brag about, but you still took pride in it.
You turned around and waved just as Emma raised her hand and called for her brother only to discover he was followed by Draken too. It wasn’t all that unusual, but your friend still snatched your arm looking at you like it was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
‘Follow my lead, Y/N!’
Emma greeted her brother and crush, while you waited beside her hoping whatever she had planned wouldn’t backfire too much. You were always there to pick up the pieces after all. Sure, Draken would never deliberately hurt Emma, but he was known to be harsh and speak his truth not realizing Emma was trying to flirt with him or get him to go on a date with her.
‘Hey, do you guys think Y/N should change something about herself?’ she asked suddenly cutting through your thoughts. You froze on the spot before shooting her a wide-eyed look. No way! Stop! You thought desperately as you listened to her make out some half-baked story about how you wanted to appear more interesting to someone.
Falling into traffic doesn’t sound so bad right about now, you thought to yourself and put a hand over your friends. You knew both Mikey and Draken were asking themselves why the hell was Emma asking them about this.
‘Men don’t care about that stuff,’ said Draken, and you uncovered your face only to ask, ‘Can we talk about something else please?’
‘Mitsuya-kun does,’ cut in Mikey, and you were tempted to die on the spot. The two started to discuss the captain of the Second Division and his keen eye for fashion before Draken admitted, That might work. So, if you want, go ask him.’
You couldn’t bear to look either of them in the eye for a moment.
‘Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,’ you said and mentally sent Emma a message never to do that to you again. The message must not have reached her though because, in the next moment, she rushed to Draken’s side and said, ‘Hey, can you guys give us a ride? Y/N twisted her ankle in the gym and it’s really far from her house.’
Seriously?! You thought looking at Emma and it had to show, but when they all looked at you, you sighed and without any emotion whatsoever said, ‘Yes, I twisted my ankle. In gym. Can you give me a ride home? Please?’
Draken looked at you bizarrely while Mikey lowered his face and cleared his throat into his fist. He knew what Emma was doing. Despite being a little bit childish at times and in general acting like he was carefree and oblivious, he knew about Emma’s feelings for his friend, and given how often he let Emma, and you come along, he must have approved of them too.
‘No problem,’ he finally said grinning widely at you before waving you over like a dog, ‘Come on, Y/N-chan. I’ll take you home. Poor baby with a twisted ankle,’ he mocked you as you walked toward him. You knew it was in good nature. Mikey was never purposely mean to you.
You refused to limp, but you at least had the decency to walk slowly not to completely out Emma’s lie. Seriously, you were beginning to question just how good this friendship was to you.
You sighed and got behind the blond as he passed you his spare helmet. It wasn’t the first time you rode with him. After all, Emma took every opportunity she could get to be close to Draken, and because you so often tagged along you had to get somehow home too. Still, to say you were used to the feeling would be a total lie. You still felt nervous and knew everyone with a pair of eyes could see it.
‘Ah, my bad, I should have picked you up, huh?’ he turned around and grinned at you, clearly enjoying this too much, so you repaid him by putting your arms around his middle and squeezing, hard.
He let out a small, startled noise, but you knew that was mostly for your benefit. No way, you actually hurt the invincible Mikey after all. At times it was easy to deal with Mikey. You knew him for as long as Emma, and since he often went on board with Emma’s little attempts to get closer to Draken, you had something like an understanding between you two. Also, his bratty personality helped you forget you were about to once again ride on his beloved death trap.
‘Hey, wouldn’t it make more sense if Y/L/N went with me? Aren’t you heading home, Mikey?’ asked Draken suddenly causing the rest of you to freeze because, after all, he wasn’t wrong. It made very little sense for Mikey to drive you and then go home afterward.
‘Uhmm, but I’m…cooking for Mikey-kun,’ you said quickly surprising everyone including you because cooking?!
‘Right, you still owe me for beating up that punk who made you cry,’ he said sounding quite delighted while you were left puzzled about what he meant. You didn’t really think anyone made you cry recently. Distantly, you recalled he punched someone for your benefit like four years ago, but the details were hazy.
However, the answer seemed to satisfy Draken, who didn’t say anything else just wished his leader and you farewell.
Mentally, you rolled your eyes at how excited Emma looked while holding onto him, but you still offered her a smile and a wave.
‘Yare yare,’ said Mikey and shook his head while starting this bike, ‘Could she be any more desperate?’
Taking your role as Emma’s best friend seriously, you pinched his arm, ‘Hey, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.’
He made a little distressed noise which again had to only be for your benefit, but you still appreciated it. The ride was mostly silent and fast, but not dangerously so. Maybe you were getting used to it though because unlike other times when you were holding onto the blond for dear life, now you were falling into your thoughts thinking about what happened after class and in general about how invisible you felt at times.
It wasn’t even that you lacked strangers noticing you really. It was that you lacked that one person who would.
Even if Emma didn’t care for the attention, Draken seemed to be playing hard to get. You knew the tall blond liked her. It was painfully obvious; they would be one of those couples who would marry soon after her graduation and first among their friends to have kids.
However, when you tried to picture yourself in the future you couldn’t imagine ever having someone to come home to, spend time with, or have a family. You wanted to, but you couldn’t really see it happening. Guys didn’t really pay attention to you whether you were with Emma or not. You couldn’t really tell why it was, but it always felt like you had to try hard and put yourself really out there to even be noticed, and even then, it felt like more often than not people didn’t even care about what you had to say. Apart from Emma, you always felt like you said the wrong thing or annoyed people when you spoke. You couldn’t explain it, but it just felt like that.
Your thoughts came to a halt as Mikey stopped at a red light. You were too busy daydreaming or maybe he finally took your complaints to heart and drove slower, but the ride felt strangely nice and relaxing. Almost like you were sightseeing or on a nice ride around town to kill time.
While you waited for the light to go green, you noticed a few high school girls looking in your direction.
It made you feel self-conscious and try to shrink into yourself before you realized they couldn’t see you looking at them with the helmet on. Were they staring at Mikey? It wouldn’t be anything new since whenever someone noticed he was wearing his gang uniform they stared a lot. But the Toman’s kanji on his back was hidden by your body while you were holding him. Sure, even if you could never admit it out loud, Mikey was a really handsome guy, so it made sense if they were eyeing him, but he was wearing a helmet too, so they couldn’t see his face.
It’s not like they're romanticizing us and think we’re a cute couple on a ride through town, right?You asked yourself. Surely, not. Why would they even think that?
You glanced ahead. You were pressed against Mikey’s back quite a lot, and you were holding him really tightly, but that was only because it was safer that way.
You felt your face heat up even if you told yourself you were being silly for making up stuff like that.
Ridiculous.
Anyone thinking you and Mikey were a couple was being ridiculous.
Still, having the day you had and facing the insecurities that haunted you for so long it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to know someone could think you would be worthy of someone like Mikey. Of anyone really.
Finally, the light turned green, and the bike came to life again and moved away from those girls. Unfortunately, you couldn’t escape your thoughts. You felt stupidly proud at the idea someone might envy you even if there really wasn’t anything to envy in the first place. You and Mikey weren’t dating. You were barely friends. You were mostly friendly because of Emma and maybe mutual respect?
‘Hey,’ you heard him call out when he slowed down a bit, ‘Any tighter and I’ll think you like me.’
You let out a startled noise from the back of your throat and immediately eased up on your hold. Seriously, you didn’t even really start to hold him so tight.
You felt him pat your palm though and laugh, It’s fine. Relax.’ Easy for him to say.
By the time, he got you home, you did your best to chase all the unnecessary thoughts out of your mind. You were already struggling thinking you were destined to be alone, gaining an unrequited crush on your best friend’s brother would do you absolutely no good.
You got off the bike stumbling a bit because of course you did, but Mikey easily snatched your elbow somewhat helping you find your balance, ‘Thanks!’
He nodded and let you go also getting off the bike, ‘So will you make me some taiyaki?’
You weren’t surprised he actually wanted food. If there was one thing you knew about the blond apart from how protective he was of his sister and how he could take down anyone who challenged him then it was that he was always hungry. Most of the time for taiyaki.
You sighed. You didn’t want to bring him down, but you knew better than to promise something that you couldn’t really deliver on. You had never made taiyaki before, and overall you weren’t the best cook around.
‘I’ve never made it before. But I can make dinner if you like. Nothing extra!' you hurried to add, 'Just something quick?’
‘Man,’ his shoulders and face fell a bit, and his face twisted with a light pout, ‘Mean. And to think I drove you all the way here.’
You were about to tell him off when he started walking toward your home not waiting for your remarks.
When he was by your door he turned back looking at you with that same bored and calm expression he often had but with the addition of his lazy smile, 'You coming?'
Although his visit was unexpected and new, you still did your best to be a polite host. You kinda thought he would stick around the living room and watch TV or go play something on your computer, but instead, he followed you into the kitchen and glued to a chair facing your back, he watched you work. It was a bit strange and unnerving, but you did your best to ignore it.
When he came to stand beside you, you couldn’t help but think something was on his mind. After all, Manjiro Sano was known to doze off during gang meetings or act like he owned the place wherever he went so sticking to your side seemed oddly too polite from him.
‘Do you really want to change your hair and style?’ he asked after a moment eyeing you.
You glanced at him. His usually cheerful or bored dark eyes carried a more sober almost serious look behind them. It almost made you feel like you were in trouble.
‘Oh, that? That’s just something Emma and I talked about before,’ you said embarrassed at the idea that Mikey or anyone would know about what was bothering you. It sounded stupid, and weird to say it out loud, and you were sure you would get looked at weirdly if anyone knew just like you often did when you said something that felt like the wrong thing to say in the first place.
However, even when you return to cooking, you feel the blond’s eyes on you, ‘Are you…,’ his voice dropped a bit further adding to his oddly and atypically serious appearance, ‘trying to get someone’s attention?’
Your eyes glanced at Mikey, and you were surprised to find him looking at you so dangerously. You couldn’t really explain it any other way. It wasn’t like he was planning to fight you or anything like that, but it was like he was weighing your words and debating on their importance for some reason.
‘Uhm, just in general,’ you found yourself saying before you could stop yourself. Once again you felt hot embarrassment settle across your face in the form of a blush, ‘I’m a pretty invisible person most of the time. Sometimes I wouldn’t mind to be noticed, you know?’ You cringed at how pathetic that sounded and seriously wondered what was wrong with you to talk with Mikey about this. He was more than a little dense. Not by being stupid just too carefree and not fixated on stuff like you to were.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his back pressed against your counter and he looked ahead, in the opposite direction from you, ‘Well, don’t.’
You properly looked at him again and found him still looking ahead but this time he crossed his arms and pouted again the way he sometimes did which made him look really young, ‘Don’t try to gain anyone else’s attention. I won’t like that if too many people stare at you.’
You blinked and then you blinked again and again as you painfully slowly took his words in, ‘W-what?!’
‘You’re burning the food,’ he said casually and nodded toward the stove in front of you where you really were burning your dinner. You quickly tried to save it somehow by doing a half-decent job although you were still tempted to call it a day and go buy something.
Still, you had more pressing matters at hand. Surely, you didn’t hear him right or you misunderstood him completely. Yet mistake or not your heart was beating far too quickly, and your voice shook when you asked, ‘Mikey-kun,’ you started to whisper, ‘what did you mean by that?’
He took a plate without asking and gave it to you so you could put the food on it, ‘Hm? Oh, that?’
You waited.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said, and you were left staring at him and his empty plate. Mechanically, you took it after a moment and put the food on it all the while glancing at the blond boy wondering if he was pulling your leg or something.
He started to eat without you, ‘It’s not the best.’
You forgot about your previous conversation as your face grew hotter from embarrassment again, ‘Then don’t eat it. I’ll get us something else.’
You tried to walk toward him and grab the plate, but he blocked you, ‘Nope, this is fine.’
You frowned a bit feeling even more humiliated, ‘No, it’s not. You just said so yourself.’
‘It’s fine,’ he said and continued to eat. You wanted to be touched, and you were, but a part of you was seriously horrified that you made something bad and had someone, a guest, eat it.
You sat down opposite of Mikey and dug in. It really wasn’t the best. It wasn’t the worst, it just wasn’t overly delicious either, ‘Come on! Drop that face. It’s fine.’
You shook your head, ‘It’s not, but thanks for trying. I haven’t really had much practice, but I’ll do my best to get better and make it up to you next time.’
Mikey’s face inexplicably softened and a cute smile came across it reminding you that all in all, he was a very handsome guy, ‘Really, next time, Y/N-chan? So, it’ll be a weekly date?’
That question knocked the wind out of your lungs and made you choke on your bite a little although that might have been the food itself. It took you a hot minute to actually manage to speak again, ‘D-date?’
Mikey grinned at you like he knew something you didn’t before he continued to eat as if he didn’t say anything at all. You wanted to ask what he meant, but you weren’t sure how, and felt that if you did as he refused to answer, you would feel ridiculous. You started to small talk at least, but not the way strangers were but how two future friends would. It wasn’t as intimate and quick as a heartbeat like it was with Emma, but it was still a nice and cozy chat, so you couldn’t complain.
By the time he finished and prepared to leave you had to tell yourself it was a very strange day. Although maybe not the worst.
You walked Mikey to his bike. It felt like the least you could do. After all, he drove you home, you had no taiyaki for him, and you cooked him mediocre food at best. Although he brushed it off, what he said, didn’t leave your mind throughout the whole time you were together.
‘Thanks for the food, I’ll be holding you up on your promise to get better,’ he said with a semi-pretend serious look that made you chuckle, ‘Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. It might take a while.’
He turned toward his bike, and you felt a little bit disappointed in yourself. If you were a different more confident person, you would surely ask him about what happened back there.
Suddenly, just as you glanced back at your house you felt Mikey’s hand rest on your waist.
Your eyes widened, and you looked back only to find him in front of you again so close you might as well be hugging, ‘Huh?’
His palm on your waist was warm, but not uncomfortable. He wasn’t being forceful, just present enough that you knew with every thought and cell inside your body that he was touching you there. It sounded silly. You touched him plenty when you held onto him while you rode and yet now it felt different. In those times, it was a necessity to touch each other, now it was a desire.
You couldn’t see his face when he leaned forward but his voice sounded quiet and serious again, ‘It’s fine if you really want to change, Y/N-chan,’ your heart speeded up and your breathing grew louder than his words yet you still heard the rest of what he had to say, ‘Just know that I always pay attention to you. Even as you are now.’
Something soft and damp pressed against your temple, but when your shy self finally gained the courage to look, Mikey was already letting go of you and getting on his bike.
His cheeks were dusted with the lightest shades of pink, but you still noticed it, while he grinned at you, ‘Maybe just your cooking.’
You were still taking it all in so it took you a moment to realize what he meant. Your own face was burning hot as you tried to process what happened, your emotions and make up a good comeback only to stutter, ‘Y-yeah, like…like you can d-do better?’
The blond looked as carefree as ever, ‘Come tomorrow and find out. I’ll ask Emma for pointers.’
‘That’s cheating,’ you replied but still found yourself grinning as well. You couldn’t help it. It seemed that the corners of your mouth had lives of their own.
‘Bye, Y/N-chan,’ he said smiling, so you wished him goodbye as well as a safe trip home and remained standing there for a little longer after the sound of his bike could no longer be heard in the distance.
As you walked home, your hands covered your face, and you couldn’t stop smiling and wondering what the hell just happened all the while your heart was beating with a newfound rhythm of knowing there was someone whose attention belonged to you after all.
Koniec
A.N: Thank you for taking the time to read this.😊 English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for grammatical mistakes. I hope you and your loved ones are safe. Have a lovely day 💙💛
A/N: Please don't bash me but writing/reading fics for characters like Darken, Daichi, Nanami feels illegal too me—
✯Mitsuya Takashi*.✧
It starts when you swing by the sewing club to bring Mitsuya lunch. You’re used to his popularity—he’s kind, reliable, and honestly way too pretty for his own good. But today, the moment you walk in, you feel it. The stares.
Three girls are huddled together, whispering and not-so-subtly giving you the side-eye as Mitsuya beams the second he spots you.
“[Name],” he says warmly, wiping his hands on a cloth before coming over to hug you. He takes the lunchbox with an exaggerated sigh of happiness. “My lifesaver. What would I do without you?”
You can hear the whispers now.
“Of course she brought him food.”
“She’s not even that cute…”
“He deserves someone way better.”
It stings—more than you want to admit. You manage a smile for Mitsuya, but your chest feels tight.
He notices instantly. Mitsuya always notices. His lavender eyes flick toward the girls, then back at you, and you can see the irritation flicker beneath his calm exterior. But instead of addressing them directly, he takes your hand.
“Come here,” he says gently, pulling you closer. His arm slips around your waist as he leans down, brushing his lips against your temple—deliberate, soft, intimate.The sewing club goes dead silent.
“You okay?” he murmurs just for you, his voice low enough that only you can hear.You hesitate, then whisper back, “…they don’t like me much.”
Mitsuya pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His expression softens, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t care if they like you. I love you. That’s all that matters.”
Before you can even respond, he kisses you—right there in front of everyone, unhurried and sweet. When he pulls away, he’s grinning, completely unbothered by the daggers being stared into your back.
“They’ll get over it,” he says simply, holding your hand tightly in his. “Because you’re mine, and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” The girls look like they’ve swallowed lemons, but Mitsuya doesn’t even spare them a glance. His whole focus is on you, and the way he squeezes your hand makes the sting fade instantly.
“Now,” he says with his usual cheer, “tell me what you packed me for lunch. I’m starving, babe.” And just like that, with his quiet reassurance and shameless affection, the only thing you feel is warmth.
✯Sano Manjiro*.✧
It’s a sunny afternoon, and somehow you’ve found yourself stuck babysitting the entire Toman founding crew because Mikey insisted you all should “hang out like family.” Which is why you’re now seated in the park, surrounded by chaos.
Mikey is lying across your lap, shamelessly using your thighs as a pillow while eating a taiyaki you bought him. Draken’s scolding him, Baji is already yelling about nothing, Mitsuya is trying to keep the peace, and Kazutora… well, Kazutora looks like he’s about two seconds away from picking a fight with a random pigeon.
“You know…” Draken sighs, watching Mikey happily munch on the sweet, “she’s not your personal chair.” Mikey tilts his head up at you, flashing his most innocent grin. “But she likes when I sit here, don’t you, babe?”
You roll your eyes, but Mikey’s puppy-dog eyes are impossible to resist. “You’re heavy.” “Lies.” He sits up dramatically, pointing at you with the tail of his half-eaten taiyaki. “I’m light as a feather. An angel, even.”
“Angel?” Baji bursts out laughing so hard he nearly drops his snack. “You? More like a gremlin who steals all our food!”
“I’m not a gremlin!” Mikey protests, turning to pout at you. “Tell him, [Name]. Tell him I’m cute.” Kazutora squints. “You are kinda like a gremlin, Mikey…”
“Et tu, Kazutora?” Mikey gasps in fake betrayal, clutching his chest like he’s been stabbed. He slumps against you dramatically. “Wifey, they’re bullying me. Protect me!” You pat his head, biting back a laugh. “Don’t worry, Mikey. You’re my cute little gremlin.”
Mitsuyas lips twitch, trying not to laugh. “Honestly, that’s accurate.” Draken groans, running a hand down his face. “This is what I deal with every damn day.”
Mikey, of course, ignores all of them and nuzzles against your shoulder, eating the rest of his taiyaki like he hasn’t a care in the world. “You’re my favorite, [Name],” he mumbles, his words muffled with pastry. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
And though the boys laugh, though Baji immediately makes gagging noises and yells “Get a room!”, there’s a softness in Mikey’s eyes that makes your heart squeeze.
You kiss the top of his head, and he grins, cheeks puffed with sweet filling. “My cute little gremlin,” you whisper. “Forever your gremlin,” he says proudly—earning a chorus of groans from the entire gang.
☆Kazutora Hanemiya*.✧
You didn’t expect him to show up at your house in the middle of the night. Again.
There’s a soft tap-tap-tap at your window, and when you pull back the curtain, Kazutora’s grinning up at you like a kid caught sneaking candy, his blond-and-black hair messy, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Kazu…” you sigh, opening the window. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Mm… adventure o’clock?” he says innocently, swinging himself inside before you can stop him.
“You’re insane.”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you close the window. “Maybe. But you like me anyway.”
You can’t argue with that, not when he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth.
The next day, you find out just how clingy he can be.
You’re out walking with him when a group of girls pass by, whispering behind their hands. You catch words like “scary” and “why is she with him,” and your chest tightens.
Kazutora, however, hears everything. His smile sharpens. He turns to you, tilts his head, and says loud enough for them to hear:
“Guess what?”
“What?” you ask warily.
“You’re mine.” He cups your face suddenly and kisses you—right there on the sidewalk, unbothered by the stares. His kiss is desperate, lingering, like he’s daring the world to take you from him. When he pulls back, you’re breathless. The girls are gone. Kazutora grins, satisfied.
“You don’t need to listen to anyone else,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “They don’t know me. They don’t know you. But I do. And I’m not letting you go.”
You swat his arm lightly, trying to hide your flushed face. “You could’ve been a little less dramatic, you know.” He smirks. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Later, back at your place, he sprawls on your bed with his head in your lap, staring up at you. For once, his eyes are calm.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had,” he whispers. “I’d break the whole world before I let it take you from me.”
And though his words should sound heavy, the way he says them—soft, vulnerable—makes your heart ache with affection. You kiss his forehead, and he closes his eyes with the most peaceful smile.
✯Hanma Shuji*.✧
You’re leaning against Shuji's bike outside a convenience store, scrolling on your phone and waiting for Hanma to come back out with snacks. He’s taking forever, probably chatting someone’s ear off.
You don’t even notice the two girls a few feet away until you hear them whispering—loud enough to make sure you hear.
“Is she really with Hanma Shuji?”
“She doesn’t look like his type at all…”
“Bet she’s just another phase for him.”
You freeze, stomach twisting. You’d expected some people to talk—Hanma’s reputation isn’t exactly quiet—but it still hits harder than you’d like.
Right then, the door jingles and Hanma saunters out, bag of snacks swinging from his fingers. His tall frame moves like a cat that knows it owns the street. He spots you instantly.
“What’s with the frown, sweetheart?” he drawls, leaning down until his face is level with yours. His mismatched eyes glitter with mischief, but there’s a flicker of concern there too.
“Nothing,” you mutter.
He follows your line of sight, catches the girls whispering, and his smile sharpens into something feral. In two long strides, he’s standing in front of you, looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush against him.
He turns his head just enough so his voice carries. “You ladies enjoying the free show?” he says lightly, but there’s an edge under it—the kind of edge that makes people’s throats go dry.
They immediately look away, mumbling excuses and scurrying off. Hanma chuckles under his breath and turns back to you, ruffling your hair. “People are funny, huh?”
You huff, looking down. “They were saying I’m not your type.”
Hanma tilts his head, grinning, but his eyes soften. “Oh, baby. You’re not my ‘type.’ You’re my favorite.”
You blink at him. “…what?”
He laughs, loud and genuine, then leans in until his forehead presses against yours. “I don’t do types. I do people who make me feel alive. And you? You make me feel more alive than any fight ever has.”
Then, with absolutely zero shame, he kisses you right there in the parking lot—a long, slow, showy kiss that leaves you breathless. He pulls back with a smirk, licking his bottom lip.
“Let ‘em talk,” he says. “You’re with me. That means you’re untouchable.”
He hands you the snack bag, grinning wider now. “Now eat something before I start a fight just to watch you scold me.”
And somehow, with his arm slung over your shoulders and that ridiculous smile aimed only at you, the sting of the whispers melts away. Because with Hanma, you never feel small. You feel like you’re standing in the middle of a storm that’s decided to protect you instead of tear you apart.
✯Baji Keisuke*.✧
The plan was simple: hang out at Baji’s place, watch a movie, maybe cuddle a little. The reality?
“KAZU, STOP EATING ALL THE POPCORN!”
You’re sitting on the couch sandwiched between Baji and Kazutora, who Baji oh-so-kindly invited without asking. The bowl of popcorn you made is already half gone because those two keep fighting over it like children.
“Oi! Don’t call me Kazu in front of [Name]!” Kazutora snaps, grabbing another handful.
“Don’t tell me what to do in my own house!” Baji barks back, practically diving over you to steal the bowl. You squeak as your drink almost tips over, smacking his arm.
“Keisuke! You’re crushing me!”
Immediately, Baji freezes, bowl in hand, and looks down at you with wide eyes. “Ah—shit, sorry, babe!” He carefully shifts back, scratching the back of his neck. His ears are pink.
Kazutora smirks. “Ohhh, Keisuke now, huh?”
“Shut up!” Baji snaps, throwing a kernel at him. You’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “You two are unbelievable.”
Baji pouts at you like a kicked puppy. “He started it!”
“I Did not!” Kazutora protests.
“You Did!”
You shake your head and lean against Baji’s shoulder, smiling. He quiets instantly, like a switch flipped. His arm slips around you, pulling you closer, and for once he doesn’t argue with Kazutora. Instead, he mutters, almost shyly, “Don’t listen to him, okay? You’re my gir. And he’s stupid.”
Kazutora groans. “God, you’re so sappy when she’s around. It’s gross.”
Baji grins wickedly, suddenly energized. “You think this is gross? Watch this.” He turns and plants the loudest, sloppiest kiss on your cheek, making obnoxious smooching noises just to piss Kazu off. You squeal and push at him, laughing. “Baji, stop!”
“Never!” he declares dramatically, peppering your face with kisses now—nose, forehead, jaw, everywhere—while Kazutora makes gagging sounds in the background.
Finally, Baji pulls back, grinning like he just won a fight. “See? She loves it.”
And judging by the way your cheeks burn and your heart races, you can’t even argue with him.
May this kind of love attacks me;).LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu, kaku, rindou, koko ]
warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, dad!bonten, uncle!bonten moments, mentions of mild threats/violence, reference to a specific cartoon scene (iykyk), suggestive scene (mostly in sanzu), a little lnds in there, some good ole blackmail, a pinch of angst annnd i think that’s it!
notes: another series, DONE! WOOOO! from the bottom of my heart, thank you for showing this series love and engagement, and for being so patient. it seems we're all suckers for domestic fics/headcanons, and i have more planned for the future :] and thank you to those who participated in the poll, if missed anyone who wanted to be tagged, pls let me know <3 hope you enjoy!
When no one heard any updates regarding the whereabouts of their boss in a week, it sparked concern. Sure, the executives thought nothing of how MIKEY up and left in the middle of the meeting, especially when it pertained to something important to him, wasn’t uncommon for him to drop off the face of the Earth. But…he would’ve messaged at least one of them by now. Sanzu was already itching to wreck havoc in the streets in search of him, but Kakucho refused to loosen that leash until he was certain such a response was warranted. There’s been no ransom note, no declaration of war. The last thing they needed was an overreaction, especially if nothing was wrong. Luckily, the cause for panic wasn’t necessary when Mikey eventually turned up.
Except, he wasn’t alone.
Mikey didn’t look how they last remembered, he looked…more kempt. His hair wasn’t greasily sticking to his forehead, it looked washed and combed. His clothes weren’t the usual loungewear, but a black suit that looked carefully ironed, not a crease in sight. Those dark circles under his eyes were still prominent, but he appeared more alive than they’ve ever seen him before; rested. But the greatest shock amongst the executives was the beautiful woman at his side, and the toddler tucked in his arms. The executives were an amalgamation of expressions, ranging from curiosity to disbelief, even passing staff shared the same confusion wondering if they were collectively hallucinating–Is the Manjiro Sano…smiling?
Whatever it was you were saying to him, he soaked it up like a sponge, completely disregarding anything else around him. One would think you were just on a stroll in the park, unbothered by the atmosphere. It’s not until the three of you reached the end of the hall was the trance interrupted, Kakucho clearing his throat. You were the first to look away, finally noticing the assortment of eyes on you, intense and questioning. However, you didn’t break a sweat, greeting with warmth as you gave a friendly wave. “Ah, Hitto!”
Bonten’s number three visibly startled, especially when you approached and grabbed his hands. You continued, “It’s been so long! I’m so happy to see you’re still here, keeping things in order, no doubt. You look well.”
Kakucho stared widely at you for a moment, however it doesn’t take him too long to connect the dots, his mind slowly peeling the layers of a buried memory until it reached realization. That voice, those kind eyes…his mouth dropped slightly in awe. “M-Miss [____]?”
The revelation hits the rest of them like a brick. As if they weren’t already perturbed, one would think this was the second coming of Christ the way they all stared, some more affected than others. Sanzu had to cartoonishly rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t tripping balls, Hanma sitting up straighter in his seat with gleaming yellow eyes, Koko nearly choking on his spit—You were alive, and you returned. And you didn’t come empty handed. Mikey’s soft gaze rendered cold when it shifted to appraise his team, a heavy contrast to his aura moments prior. He kissed his teeth, “Quit gawking like idiots. I told you I wouldn’t rest until I found her, didn’t I?”
“Right..but…” Kakucho trailed off, struggling to voice his running thoughts. You chuckled, amused, of which snapped him from his stupor. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed as he released your hands to give a small bow. “Apologies. It’s great to see you back, Miss [____]. I, too, am happy you’re looking well.”
The rest of them followed suit, not wanting to trigger dormant wrath within their leader. Any shred of disrespect would no doubt have them sent to the gulag in a body bag. However, the tension was broken when the little elephant in the room chirped, “Pink!”
All eyes directed to the toddler as she pointed in Sanzu’s direction, beaming as if she made the declaration of the century. Your grin turned sheepish, shuffling back over to gently lower her hand, “Yes, honey, he has pink hair, but it’s not nice to point-”
“Purple!” She used her other hand to point in another direction, this time at the Haitanis. The eldest waved his fingers at her while the youngest sweatdropped from the sudden attention. Mikey’s gaze softened once more as he looked at the little girl, smitten as he gently bounced her in his hold.
“Such a smart girl, you are.” His soft praise instantly made her shy, turning to nuzzle in his neck as she giggled. The executives were once again flabbergasted, such paternal energy from their cold-hearted leader. But, it’s short-lived when his cold gaze zeroes in on them once more. Mikey addressed them with firmness, “This is Gemma. From here on out, her life is worth more than everyone in this entire organization combined. If anything happens to her, if one of you so much as upsets her while she’s in my care, you will pay with your teeth and limbs. Are we clear?”
Although mildly disturbed, there’s not a single utterance of defiance as they stiffly nodded. “Yes, boss.”
You shook your head, reaching up to gently pull his arm. “Excuse us for a moment..” Moving a little to the side, Mikey looked at you with a raised brow. You fixed him a look, “Why must you go to the extreme? There’s no need to threaten them, this is probably a lot for them to take in at once. It was for you, remember?”
Mikey frowned. Then muttered, “I’ve threatened them for much less.”
“Not my point. I’m just… Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, this isn’t exactly a daycare...”
“It will be today because I say so.” He replied while looking over his shoulder, loud enough for all of them to hear. They bristled, small noises of indignation leaving them, but no objections. Takeomi even reluctantly extinguished his cigarette. “Besides, this is better than some lousy daycare. Our daughter will be the safest she’s ever been with me. I’ll kill anything that dares to harm her, and so will they.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his use of the word ‘our’, it coming out so naturally that you completely disregarded the last part of his statement—what father wouldn’t kill for his child? With a defeated sigh, convinced by his conviction, you took off the diaper bag and bestowed it upon him like a rite of passage. He shouldered the bag with ease, still keeping Gemma snug on his other arm.
“Alright, I’ll leave it to you then.” You reached up to gently tease at your daughter’s pigtails to grab her attention. She peeked at you, beaming, as if so utterly happy to be in Mikey’s arms alone. You softly spoke, “Mama will see you later, sweetheart. Have fun with Papa and his friends, and be good for him, okay?”
She raised up and nodded firmly, “Mm!”
“That’s my little Gem,” you kissed her cheek, then turned to kiss Mikey on his. “Don’t cave and give her too many sweets, and remember her blanket during nap time. Call me if you need anything. I mean it, even if it’s trivial, I’ll come straight-”
Mikey cut you off by kissing your lips, deeply. One hand was placed on your lower back and the other held a giggling Gemma as she playfully covered her eyes. After a moment, he slowly pulled away to stare into yours, his obsidian gaze pulling you in like a black hole, one that you would happily fall into. His expression was relaxed as he softly spoke, “Thank you.”
You blinked at him, a bit dazed. “Wh.. why are you thanking me?”
He didn’t answer. Not right away, at least. Mikey took a second to study your face, soaking in your presence like he was before. It was like he wanted to make sure you were still real, and not a dream. The small twinkle in his eyes conveyed a thousand words, until he finally spoke, “For giving me another chance…”
You felt the heat creeping up into your face, biting your lip to contain your growing smile. “No need to thank me…I’m glad you were looking for one. See you at home?”
Home. It filled him with contentment knowing that finally he had one to go back to, after spending years searching for it; searching for you. Mikey undoubtedly rediscovered pieces of himself that made him whole again. Still jagged in some areas, some that don’t quite fit the same, but still whole. He hummed, nodding. “Absolutely.”
The executives continued to be mere spectators to the sight of their boss, ruthless and all, being rendered to a puddle as the two of you shared another few “goodbye kisses”. Hanma subtly grimaced, as did the majority, dreading the idea of being forced to babysit whilst juggling their regular tasks. But, with how seriously Mikey seemed to be taking this, it was…nice to see him actually want to put effort into something for a change. Even once you were good and gone, escorted back down by Kakucho, Mikey’s soft gaze didn’t falter as he cradled the little girl, carrying her into the meeting room. Sanzu slowly shut the doors behind him, cutting them off from the perplexed eyes of the staff–No explanation, no conclusion, left completely and utterly in the dark.
There was a lot Mikey needed to be briefed on since his “week long vacation”, documents to be reviewed, and signed, many discussions to be had that left no more room for delay.
“Papa, lookie, made it pretty!”
“Hm, you sure did. It needed some color, looked real boring before. Thank you, baby.” Mikey gazed fondly as Gemma scribbled all over one of his documents with blue pen, wonky doodles of smileys and flowers in every corner. Safe to say he wasn’t paying attention to anything that wasn’t the bubbly bundle in his lap. “Want to make one for mama?”
“Mm!” She nodded, already reaching for another document. Only this one was from Kokonoi’s pile. The white-haired male went to move it out of reach before her tiny hands nabbed it, but one look from Mikey was enough to for him to slide all of them her way without protest. “Thank you!”
“Tsk.” Mikey’s stare hardened. Koko stiffened. “You’re welcome…”
Gemma giggled, spreading the papers out across the table. The executives attempted to continue the meeting, occasionally interrupted by her babbles and squeals. Mikey watched on silently, only chiming in from time to time, too enthralled with the little Picasso and happily handing her more pens to use. When she was promoted to highlighters was when the real mess started.
“Oi, quit tryna draw on my hand, ya little-” Sanzu began with a hiss.
“You better keep it there until she’s done.” Was Mikey’s threat reply. The hand didn’t move an inch after that.
When Kakucho eventually returned, witnessing the lack of productivity, he commented, “Perhaps we could provide a little play area nearby-“
“Perhaps not.” Mikey was quick to shut it down.
“Boss, with all due respect, if this keeps up we’ll continue to fall behind. And Miss [_____] gave me instruction on her way out to not let you indulge her where it becomes a distraction.”
Mikey lifted his gaze to stare down his number three. “You conspired against me with my own wife?”
Despite the room growing a degree colder, Kakucho stood his ground. “No conspiring, sir. She merely voiced concern. Even if that means risk of bodily harm, I gave her my word not to let that happen. And with her being reunited with the organization…I presume that means her word is still law.”
Tension permeated the air. If not for the small sounds from Gemma as she colored, it would’ve been suffocating. No one dared to break it or butt in, focusing on other miscellaneous things around the room to avoid potential crossfire. However, there was no need to ready the bulletproof vests, Mikey being the first to relent with a deep sigh. As if no longer resembling that monstrous tyrant they know and fear, the executives had half a mind to think that their leader was…pouting.
“Fine, whatever. It’s almost her nap time anyway…”
Mikey gently plucked the highlighters from her, hoisting her up as he stood. Gemma gave a small whine in protest, “Nooo, no no no no..”
“Yesss,” he cooed in response, grabbing the diaper bag and her blanket before heading towards the connected room that worked as a spare office. It wasn’t much, but the couch in there would be more than enough space to work as a cot.
After Mikey briefly shut the door to assure quiet while he lulled his daughter to sleep, a collective sigh of relief overcame the group. Mochi eyed the third in command, suspiciously. “Did Miss [_____] really say that to you?”
“…More or less. What he doesn’t know won’t kill us.”
“Fuck you mean, ‘us’???”
“Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to participate?”
When you were called in for an impromptu parent-teacher conference, you already had an idea that it was regarding the incident involving your daughter, Rika, and a classmate. Turns out her threats held no weight, and Haruka snitched to his parents immediately. What you didn’t expect, however, was an ambush from the parents. How they found out when this meeting was taking place was beyond you and even the teacher, but they were there now, and there was no stopping their shared tantrum—no doubt that’s where the kid got it from.
“I figured saying anything at this point would be futile, given that you’ve interrupted me at least four times now-”
“You should be ashamed!”
You exhaled. “Five.”
“And over something so juvenile. Because of your daughter, my poor Haruka is traumatized.” Both you and Rika eyed the young boy smothered in her arms, noting not a scratch on him. But, that didn’t stop him from playing his part, appearing as pathetic as he possibly could. She gave a tearful glare at his smug little face.
The father, stick-in-the-ass himself, chimed in with a cold, “I hope you have a good lawyer. This violence against our son won’t go without consequence.”
You fought back an eye roll. Scare tactics such as that were laughable, especially in your line of work. Nothing they’ve said this entire time has been productive, no amount of reasoning would satisfy their thirst for vindication. The teacher, bless her heart, tried her best to mediate the tense situation, but was overshadowed at every attempt. “Please, we can discuss this in a civil manner, there’s no need for us to-”
“Oh, civil manner? Was our son treated in a civil manner?”
“This happened under your care, Ms. Kimura, you should be thankful we don’t have your job for allowing bullying to happen in your classroom.”
The back and forth continued, empty threats thrown left and right. Your daughter sniffled, visibly distraught as she clutched your blazer tightly in shame. You gently tucked hair behind her ear, looking down at her with a reassuring smile. You weren’t angry at her, not in the slightest. She confessed, and although she had good reason, Rika knew she was in the wrong. This whole ordeal was ridiculous in your opinion, they were just kids after all. You had planned to ride out the rest of the meeting in silence, letting those two wear themselves out until the teacher regained control. You had planned to remain calm and collected, for the sake of your child…
“I suppose we can’t put all the blame on the poor teacher, dear. I mean,” the mother released Haruka to crouch to Rika’s level, a condescending smile on her face. You stiffened, eyeing her incredulously. “I’d probably struggle having a little bastard in the bunch as well. Honestly, she-”
By the time your mind caught up with your body, before rationale could resurface, before the angel on your shoulder could reel in the devil on the other, the woman’s jaw was already gripped in your hand. You squeezed, forcing a choked gasp to escape her lips, her eyes morphing from smug to fearful in a matter of seconds. The atmosphere shifted drastically, it was apparent in the murderous scowl that painted over your pristine facade, nostrils flared as you snuffed out professionalism in exchange for pure, unbridled contempt. She wanted your participation…now she’s got it.
Standing from your seat, you towered over the woman with ease, forcing her to down to her knees. Her hands flew up to desperately pry at your wrist, whimpering and struggling to speak. The teacher, the father, Haruka, everyone bore witness to where exactly your daughter got her spunk. “You bitch. I let you run your mouth for half an hour, spewing nonsense, only because it was directed at me. But directing it at my daughter? I should cut out your tongue and feed it back to you.”
“Mmfh!” The mother gave a muffled cry, horror written all over her face. The father, caught off guard, attempted to assert his authority once more.
“Unhand my wife this instant, y-you-!” He’s halted in his sentence and his tracks at your heated glare, practically rooting him to the ground. But, when the sliding door of the classroom opened with a rousing slam, resembling that of a gun going off, the father practically leapt behind the teacher using her frame as a shield. She peeked and gave a pointed look at the man over her shoulder.
With the mother still caught in your iron grasp you swiftly turned your head to the noise, as did Rika. Through teary eyes, her face slowly lit up like Christmas when the figure entered the room, crying out a cheerful, “Pa! You came!” before jumping out of her seat and rushing towards him.
Your brow twitched. “Don’t call him that, Rika. Haitani. What the hell are you doing here?”
RAN strolled into the room with a calculated pace. "Well, sweetheart, it is a parent-teacher conference. Recent events would show that includes me now, don’t you think?”
“Hardly. Leave.”
“Aw, and miss all the fun?” He hummed, mirth in his eyes. Your fraying composure never failed to entertain him. However, in this instance, there was nothing to smile about. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, primal gaze shifting focus to the man still cowering behind the teacher. “Nah. Think I’ll stick around.”
“I’ve got this under control, I don’t need backup.”
“Good thing I’m not here for you. I’m here for the little bastard.” He grinned, reaching down to pat Rika’s head as she clung to his leg. She smiled brightly up at him, spirits higher than before. “I’ll go if she wants me to.”
“No way! I want you to stay!” She cried, burying her face in his pants leg. You clicked your tongue, in annoyance or resignation, he’ll never know. But he didn’t care to find out, the girl’s declaration being all he needed. He couldn’t be bothered to hide his amusement.
“Hear that, mama? Guess I’m staying.”
“Call me that again and I’ll smite you.”
“Mm, looks to me you’re already preoccupied with someone else.”
You shot him a look, “I have no problem multitasking.”
Ran only reveled in it. “For me? How sweet.”
“Damn you-”
Haruka could only watch in disbelief. His mother was being rag dolled, his father was still cowering behind a woman half his stature, and said teacher looked mentally checked out to even consider intervening. This wasn’t at all going like how he thought it would.
His gaze soon directed to Rika, now her turn to sport a smug little grin. “Hmph. Told ya not to snitch.”
“Oi, Thing #1. Bring me a beer, would’ya?”
“Yes, boss!” Hikaru saluted, dashed into the next room only to return shortly after. “Uh…what’s a beer?”
SANZU rolled his eyes, looking at him from his spot on the couch. He vaguely pointed in a direction, “Those little glass bottles mommy likes to hide in the back of the fridge, probably behind the ketchup or some shit. You know what ketchup is, right?”
“Yes, boss!” He saluted once more before heading for the kitchen.
The pink-haired man looked back to find the second one staring back at him, matching cerulean eyes blinking eagerly, as if awaiting for his own task. He clicked his tongue, “Thing #2, go make sure he doesn’t drop it.”
“Yes, boss!” Kaoru saluted as well, giggling as he trailed after his brother. Plus, it was probably on the top shelf in the fridge, it was definitely a two-man job. Surely, they’ll figure it out.
The gangster had his feet kicked up on the table, arms spread out behind the couch as he made himself more than comfortable. It was almost like he never left, you pretty much kept the same style in terms of decorating. He was certain you still stashed liquor the same way, always finding silly ways to keep him from drinking you out of house and home. He caught on immediately in the past, but played along to make you think you were making a difference. And now, he was passing on the same knowledge to his offsprings. Circle of life, or whatever the fuck.
He could hear them hard at work, peeking over to see one taking the role of a stepping stool while the other stretched his arm to try and reach the back of the fridge. Sanzu pursed his lips, knowing this would be considered irresponsible, dangerous even…And you’d no doubt have his heart on a spit if anything happened to them.
Unluckily, his voice of reason came a bit too late.
You burst through the front door like a bat out of hell, panting and frantic, eyes wild as they searched around the room until they stopped on him. Sanzu stared back, expression blank, but posture stiffening ever so slightly. He watched as the gears turned in your head, battling between using your words or your fists, but in the end none of them won as your attention is drawn to movement in your peripheral, over to the sight of your children forming a human ladder in your kitchen. You shrieked, springing into action with a speed he’d never seen before, damn near flying across the room. Swiftly, you grabbed Hikaru just as his fingers grazed the beer bottle, then bent down to pick Kaoru off the floor. Crouching to their level, you assessed them both, checking for bruising or anything out of the ordinary.
Their shared giggles eased your worry a little, appearing to be in good spirits. Still, knowing they were alone with the likes of him, had you showed up a second later there’s no telling what could’ve happened. “Are you two alright?”
They nodded, Karou adding with a mischievous giggle, “Boss gave us a mission to get a beer! He told us your secret hiding spot.”
“And I was so close…” Hikaru pouted. “Mission failed…”
You embraced them tightly, exhaling deeply in relief and praying to whatever being in the sky for their safety. They hugged you back, blissfully unaware of your plight, just happy to see you happy. You sat there for a moment, basking in finally having them in your arms, fighting down a sob.
"How touching." The moment is stabbed. "Almost shed a tear."
Your head jerked in the direction of the sarcastic voice, you spoke through clenched teeth, “Turn around. And walk away. I’ll deal with you in a moment.”
“Oo, deal with me? What, ya gonna spank me? Put me in timeout?”
“Satan himself won’t be able to pry me off you if you don’t leave my sight. Living room. Now.”
Sanzu threw his hands up in mock surrender. He slowly backed off, scarred grin stretched wide. When you were alone once again, you took a moment to compose yourself before turning back to the confused gaze of your kids. Catching on to your shift in demeanor, it didn’t take long for them to realize something was wrong.
“Mama? You no like boss-man?”
“But he’s so cool!”
“No, no he’s not. He’s completely, totally, uncool. I don’t want you listening to anything else he says, or has said. What did mama tell you about talking to strangers?”
They exchanged looks, as if speaking telepathically. “But.. he’s not a stranger..”
“Yeah, he’s boss-man. He got us McDonald’s, and-and he said we don’t have to worry about weirdo Mr. Satoru anymore.” Hikaru scrunched his face, Karou nodding rapidly in agreement.
You stiffened. Oh, yeah. How could you forget?
With a huff, you fixed them with a stern look. “You heard mama. ‘Boss-man’ isn’t who he seems to be. You don’t know him like I do…”
“So you do know him, mama?”
“…Unfortunately.” You cringed.
“Then that means he’s not a stranger!”
You exhaled, exacerbated. “Look, the details aren’t important right now. All you two need to know is that mama doesn’t trust him. Now, I need you to go straight to your room and stay there until I say it’s okay to come out, understand?”
Worry filled their identical irises. “.. are we in trouble?”
You softened at the meek question. Reaching up to hug them to your chest, you cooed, “Of course not. You didn’t know, and that’s on mama…and your teacher. Mostly your teacher. But, everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
They hugged you back tightly, nuzzling until you released them, sending them on their way. They didn’t dare look in Sanzu’s direction as they ran to their room, heeding your warning without protest with a loud slam of the bedroom door. You released a breath, carding your fingers through your hair. You stood up, rolling back your shoulders, steeling your nerves. As you turned to march into the living room, you’re halted in your tracks after almost colliding with his solid frame. Sanzu slowly clapped, eyeing you down. “Wow. You’re a real authoritarian around here. No wonder those two can’t think for themselves.”
You stumbled back, startled. Catching your footing, you glared. “I said to wait for me in the living room.”
“Tsk. You can bark orders all you want with them in the room, I’ll play along for show. But it’s just us now, doll. You ain’t got shit over me.”
“Aw, that so? Tell me, does Daddy Mikey know you’re out causing trouble without his permission?” His grin fades instantly. You have a sarcastic hum, “Can’t imagine his favorite lapdog being gone for this long would be pleasing to his majesty. You probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
He growled, “Watch your fucking mouth. Or that moron you used as my placeholder won’t have to worry about catching his breath chasing the twins. What I’ve got planned, he won’t need air.”
You pursued your lips. “What did you do to him?”
His grin returned. “Did you get our photo? Tried to get his good side, but…he didn’t have much of one after I was done with him.”
“This isn’t a game. He’s an innocent man, a good man, he doesn’t deserve this-”
“And who’s fault is that? Bringing him here, letting him sleep in your bed, acting like a father figure they don’t even want around. I did you a favor. He wasn’t any good.”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you. You’re a walking pharmacy with a criminal track record longer than your dick, a drinking problem and have horrible emotional regulation.” You stepped closer, shoving a finger in his chest. “You, the night I tried to tell you I was pregnant, were cross faded off God-knows-what, and cut me off mid-sob to answer a phone call from your boyfriend, then ditched me. I know what the fuck ‘No Good’ is, Haruchiyo, and you’ve been the sole winner of that title ever since you decided I was an afterthought.”
You shoved him. He didn’t move much, but it got your point across loud and clear. You continued, “I may have been okay with the scraps of attention you gave me back then, but I refuse to ever let you put me through that kind of isolation, and especially not to our kids. You don’t get to lecture me. You should be grateful I haven’t called the cops on your sorry ass. But knowing you, you’d probably slip away like the snake you are, you spineless son of a-”
Sanzu grabbed the back of your neck before you could even register the movement, pulling you forward and smashing his lips against yours. The force of the kiss and the overall suddenness sent you stumbling backward in shock, lips still attached, until eventually knocking into the fridge. He pressed you agaisnt the cool surface with his body, knee coming up to rest between your legs. One hand remained stationed behind your neck while the other gripped one thigh to hook it around his waist. While he directed the dance, you merely stood there stiff as a statue, eyes wide open as if watching would help you believe it was happening and not some kind of sick dream. When you eventually returned into your own body, you wasted no time struggling against him. Immobilized due to his leg between yours, unable to knee him where the sun don’t shine, you resorted to just biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
It does the trick. Just not in the way you hoped.
The pinkette pulled back with a hiss, eyes bright and hooded. The small gash now sported on his lip is teased with his tongue, licking up the small crimson droplets that surfaced. He gave a crooked smile, tilting his head as he let out a breathy laugh, “Fuck, I missed you.”
You blinked, horrified. “You fucking psycho! Get off me!” You hit against him between slaps and closed fists, wiggling around in feeble desperation.
Sanzu groaned, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the fridge. He leaned in close, nose to nose, as he stared deeply into your eyes. He inhaled, more so taking in your familiar scent like some rabid animal, “Only you could ever get my blood pumping like this. t’s why I go out of my way to piss you off…”
Your frown hardened, about to shoot more venom, but he interrupted with a lengthy sigh. He rested his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “…but…looking back…probably picked the wrong time to do that. Almost lost you for good.”
Your mouth fell shut.
“Listen…‘m not asking for forgiveness or whatever, know it’s a shitty excuse, I was—am a shitty guy… just…want you to know that I regret it. A lot. Wish I took you more seriously…then we probably wouldn’t be in this mess…”
Although his grip loosened a bit, you had stopped trying to escape. He mulled in the silence for a moment, as if choosing his next words carefully. You could tell he struggled, but allowed him the space to find them on his own…for now at least. “When I saw you, at the convenience store…when I saw those two…even knowing the kind of man that I am, the man you’ve been avoiding, I still wanted them to know who I was. Wanted to know them. Then… that Satoru guy showed his face…had started planning his death that very second.”
You deadpanned. “You aren’t exactly painting a redeeming image of yourself…”
“I ain’t trying for redemption here. I mean, I am, just—Dammit, look woman, I didn’t want some bastard doing my job, alright? I’m not a saint, I don’t know a damn thing about being a dad, but I’m the only one who won’t crack under the pressure, and you know it. You didn’t hear a single complaint from those two since they’ve been in my care. Say I’m wrong.”
You squinted, “It’s been one afternoon. You had one use the other as a step ladder to get you alcohol.”
He rolled his eyes, “It was a bonding exercise at best, disregard to safety at worst, but my point still stands. I kept them in line. Even that bastard can’t say that with confidence. Admit it, those two got their edge from me that your ‘good man’ can’t handle, not like I can. Not like you could with me…”
The suggestiveness beneath the last part of his statement didn’t go unnoticed. But, it became increasingly hard to ignore when his hands began to wander. A large part of you rejected this, after everything you’d been through, all that healing, the smart thing would be to shove him away, tell him to kick rocks. Yet, there’s the little bitty part of you whose voice seemed to grow louder and louder the more his hands got familiar. As your breathing grew heavy, a warmth sparking in the depths of your core, you tried to reel back rational thought.
“Our ship has sailed, Haru…I-I can’t—No, I won’t let you sweet talk your way out of this...” Despite your words, you subconsciously moved your neck to give him more room as trailed kisses from your face, down. “You’re a liability, a h-hazard, for both me and my kids. You tortured an innocent man for no reason other than to stroke your ego, t-this isn’t…” you cut yourself off with a soft moan as his teeth sunk into your sweet spot. It hardly took him long to rediscover it.
You could feel him grinning, shivering at the subtle roughness of his scar grazing slightly against your skin. You were weak…in more ways than one, melting like puddy in his hands both physically and emotionally. Sanzu wasn’t counting on getting this far, he welcomed the change of pace, greedily tasting you and groaping you in ways you hadn’t felt in a while. He was sure of it from how easily he was able to break down the last of your defenses…
Well. Almost the last.
“Attack!”
Sanzu lifts his head to find the two ankle-biters at his ankles, one pulling on his pants while the other punched at his legs. It was a tiny ambush, with mighty fists and baby teeth as Hikaru gnawed at his kneecap, while Karou switched tactics by untying his shoes. “You leave our mama alone!”
Mortified, you yoinked yourself out from your lust-filled haze at the sight of your children running in on, what they thankfully assumed to be, some sort of a tussle. With their diversion, you were able to maneuver out of Sanzu’s grasp, hand over heart as you took a second to collect yourself. Christ, you thought, that was too close.
“Ow, ow, alright, knock it off,” Sanzu hissed, reaching down to grab the twins by their scruff. They struggled like raccoons plucked from a dumpster, swiping and swinging with all their might. “Yeah, that’s it, get it all out ya system.”
“Don’t touch our mama, you bully!”
“Yeah! We don’t like you no more!”
He shook his head, looking at you, displeased. “Tsk. You turned my sperm against me. Satoru’s death will be slow.”
“Haru!” You breathlessly exclaimed, fighting to keep from strangling him. Instead you busied your hands by saving the kids from air jail. Taking them both into your arms, one on each hip, they held onto you protectively, collectively glaring at Sanzu. “Don’t make jokes like that with them around.”
“Who said I’m joking?”
“Haruchiyo.”
He rolled his eyes, “What?”
You hesitated. With that small part of you no longer holding the reigns, your rational side created an internal conflict. You shouldn’t…should you..? If you don’t, someone would die because you did nothing…when you know you have the power to stop him. Frankly, you’re one of the chosen few who can. Swallowing hard, you shakily spoke.
“If you…if you promise to let Satoru go…and if you promise to try…I’ll think about it. About what you said, about the kids…about us. And maybe…maybe we can discuss starting over. B-But, only if you let him go, and only if there will be some changes. I mean it. The second you break my trust again…we disappear. I’ll make sure you never find us.”
Sanzu took in your ultimatum. Based on his expression alone, you knew he didn’t like it. Especially if it meant sparing a life he was so set on snuffing out. He gave an annoyed sigh, reaching up to scratch his cheek. “Jeez…all that for some loser? That’s a big ask, doll…”
“Haru.”
“Relax, will ya? I ain’t saying no.” He huffed, crossing his arms, borderline pouting. “You seriously gonna ghost me again if I don’t let him live?”
“Without hesitation.” You firmly nodded. Your boys copied you, not fully understanding but supportive all the same.
The pinkette groaned, exasperated. “Fine, whatever. But I get to threaten him into skipping town. Never wanna see his face again. And I’m staying for dinner. Deal?”
“…Uh…deal?”
“Great. Let’s kiss on it.” He started to approach. You took several steps back.
“Ew, what? No. I’m literally holding the kids.”
“Tsk. Group hug then?”
“Get out of my house.”
“What are your thoughts on having another baby?”
Never in his wildest dreams did KAKUCHO think he’d ever get to see the cherry blossoms with you again, especially not as a family. Walking hand in hand with little Izana perched on his shoulders, the three of you happily took in the sights of floating petals all around you, basking in the warmth of each other’s company. However, while your son played in the fallen petals, the two of you watching him on a nearby bench… it was in peaceful silence until you dropped that bomb on him.
“O-Oh, uh…I suppose…” he awkwardly coughed, “what, uh, what sparked this all of the sudden?”
You sported a knowing grin as he dodged the question. Shrugging, you snuggled more into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Gazing fondly as your son played, you softly said, “I was just thinking about how you didn’t get to experience those big milestones with Iza…how much you missed out on because of me…”
Despite it being uttered light-heartedly, Kakucho could hear the underlining guilt. He looked down at you, his arm pulling you closer as his expression turned serious. “Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t a fault of anyone. You had your reasons, I don’t hold any resentment towards you.”
“I know…but…you’d have every right to.”
“I have no desire to. I’m here now, and I’m grateful to be a part of his life, no matter the stage. Sitting here, with you, seeing him so happy and healthy…that’s more than I could ever ask for.”
Directing his attention to little Izana as he spun until dizzily tumbling in the grass, Kakucho felt a blooming warmth in his chest. Yes, the boy was so big now, and he missed out on many firsts—First smile, first steps, first words, first birthday—leaving a subtle ache he couldn’t deny. He would’ve loved to have been there, he’d give anything to go back in time and fix his mistakes in order to do so, but there was no use grieving a past that couldn’t be changed. He was satisfied; content.
Although, the idea of trying again…didn’t sound too bad.
“So…hypothetically speaking.” He began, feeling the heat creeping up his neck and to his face. You tilted your head up, brows raising in intrigue. “How would we…accomplish that?”
You blinked. Then snorted. “Has it been so long you can’t recall how babies are made, or..?”
He softly glared at your teasing, gently pinching your side in retaliation. “Smartass. No, of course I know how it would be done. I’m referring to when we would find the time? We both work, I have a fairly erratic schedule, not to mention when you start to show you’ll need to stay home more often, leaving you alone most of the day.”
“That’s true, but-”
“I suppose I could present maternity leave to Mikey, if we’re even offered that benefit, but that would open Pandora’s box. And the last thing we need are my nosy coworkers prying into my personal life any more than I’ve regrettably allowed already. Especially Sanzu.”
“Hitto-”
“Shall we marry first? At least so we can make it official, for both Izana and the newborn. Oh, and speaking of, we would need to factor in how he would respond to such a big change, I mean, he’s still adjusting to having me around. I can’t imagine how inserting another addition to the family would affect his development-”
“Hitto Kakucho.” You sat up and gently grabbed his face, directing his anxious gaze on you. “You voicing every possible variable with this amount of care is only making me want to give you another baby even more.”
His eyes widened a little, then nervously darted away. With a soft laugh you released him, angling yourself to resume relaxing against his shoulder, looking back at your son.
“Besides, it’s only hypothetical. There’s no need for us to rush. And if we decide that we’re content with one, I’m okay with that, too.”
Izana was still sitting in the grass, learning about the world around him. He flexed his tiny hands as he examined the blades of grass he pulled from the ground, no longer fixated on just the fallen petals. Suddenly, a couple of butterflies fluttered around him, one landing on his knee while the other was on top of his head. He froze in place, big eyes staring at the small creature in wonder, oblivious to the one taking a rest on his head. The sight invoked another soft laugh from you, Kakucho soon joining as his expression grew serene. Both of you watched as the gears started turning in his head, as if deciding whether he should touch it or not. A choice was eventually made when he slowly, carefully reached out to the delicate thing, only for it to take flight and flutter straight to his face. Startled, Izana jerks back a little, thus causing the other one to move as well. He gave a confused couple of blinks, looking up and…
You could’ve shed a tear at how brightly he lit up upon discovering there was not just one, but two of them. Izana tucked onto all fours and pushed himself up to stand, jumping with hands raised high as he now had interest in chasing the butterflies. Kakucho couldn’t help but imagine the same scene play out, but with two children chasing after them instead of one. The ravenette didn’t have much of a family growing up, let alone a sibling. The only person he had that was close to that was…
Kakucho’s heart clenched.
He turned to you fully, catching you off guard as you softly gasped in surprise. Before you could voice concern, he rendered you silent as he stared at you with utmost conviction. “Let’s have another baby.”
RINDOU clutched at his chest like all those years of binge drinking had finally caught up with him. However, instead of heartburn, he’s experiencing what could only be described as cuteness aggression.
Before going to work, he stopped by to help open up the store since the Nakamuras were out of town for a few days. It was quite a sight to see him wearing his apron over his expensive suit. While you wiped he swept, making small talk here and there to fill the silence. The topic of Rintaro’s schooling came up, Rindou wanting to know how he was doing and if he was having any trouble. When you told him it was Career Day at his daycare, where the kids get to dress as their desired career path, he didn’t really think too much about it, relieved to hear such a boring answer. At least he wasn’t scrapping on the playground like he used to.
He paused his sweeping, looking up at you as you wiped the front counter, “Oh, word? What’s he going as?”
You pursed your lips, as if holding in a laugh. Rindou raised a brow.
“What’s so funny? He wanna be a clown or something?”
A snort escaped you, “Yeah, you can say that.”
He continued to be confused until you called out to the boy, rapid pitter-patter of footsteps growing closer until Rintaro comes shooting through the swing doors, hidden behind the counter at your legs. “Yes, mommy?”
“Show Rin your Career Day outfit we worked on all night.”
“Okay!” He eagerly said, coming around the corner and proudly presenting himself with his hands on his hips, full on power stance.
The walking mullet dropped the broom, eyes wide and jaw to his ankles. Rintaro was dressed to the nines in his little suit and tie, paired with shiny black shoes and fake rings, hair styled to resemble his, not to mention Rindou could see a little neck tattoo peaking under the collar of his button up. It was a temporary tattoo of a monster truck, but it’s all about the attention to details. His son…was dressed like him for Career Day. Clutching at his chest, he had to use a nearby table to keep himself to falling to his knees in dramatics; Rindou couldn’t handle it.
You grinned, crossing your arms. “Tried to convince him to be literally anything else, but he insisted on being the ‘coolest person in the world’.”
He didn’t even register your playful dig, still caught up in just how much Rintaro looked like him. It was haunting. Yet, endearing. Especially when he does a big spin to showcase the whole fit, excitedly asking, “Do ya like it, Rin, huh, do ya?”
Rindou didn't even know how to express what he was feeling with words. The best he could muster was a shaky thumbs up and a wobbly smile. You raised a brow, bemused. "Are you about to cry right now?"
"No." He quickly denied. Another snort escaped you, earning a squint from him. With a deep inhale, attempting to pull himself together, Rindou crouched down to be eye level with your son, beckoning him to come closer which he happily did. He placed his hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently as he gave a once over. “You clean up nice, little man. Feels like I’m looking in a mirror.”
Rintaro beamed, lifting his chin to show off the tattoo. “I even did your tattoo, see? Mommy wouldn’t let me have your actual one though. She said it’s for grown ups.” He reached up to lightly poke the Bonten symbol, pouting slightly. Rindou chuckled, shaking his head.
“Your ma’s right. Kid like you doesn’t need this kinda ink. You stick with the cool looking trucks for now, alright?”
“Alright…but when I’m older, then I can get one like yours?”
Rindou hesitated in his response, but you luckily chimed in with a stern, “Absolutely not.”
Rintaro looked back you, puppy eyes and all. “But-”
“No buts, unless it’s yours marching to go grab your book bag. Rin’s gonna take you to school today on his way to work.”
“Er..I am?”
“You are.”
Your son’s mood does a complete 180, pout morphing into excitement as he sprints for the swing doors. “Okay!”
Once your son disappeared to the back, Rindou stood with a soft chuckle. Walking up to the counter, he leaned against it with a raised brow. “Uh, not that I’m complaining, but since when was I promoted to chauffeur?”
“Since now. Treat it as a bonding moment. And a solid for me. I won’t need to close the store to take him, and you get another fatherly task under your belt. Win-win.”
He blinked, then shrugged. “Fair enough.”
You pinched his cheek, much to his displeasure. “Thanks, Rin. He’s gonna be so excited! Also, if his teacher or classmates ask, which they absolutely will, try to be as vague as possible in terms of your profession. But, make it eccentric enough to where your style makes sense and doesn’t automatically make them think ‘gangster’-”
Rindou’s eyes widen, “Whoa, whoa hold on. Why would any of that matter? I’m just dropping him off, right?”
You gave a disarmingly bright smile. He sweatdropped. “Right?”
“‘m ready! Let’s go, Rin-Rin!”
Your little tyke came barreling in like a torpedo, immediately latching on Rindou’s pant’s leg to tug in the direction of the door. He stood there, frozen like a statue. “Babe…please say sike right now.”
“Oh, relax. It’ll only be for an hour, tops. Do it for him.” You leaned across the counter and kissed his cheek, then reached down to gently fix your son’s hair a little. “Be good, honey! Have a great Career Day with Rin-Rin! I know it’ll be amazing, mommy can’t wait to hear all about it later. And Rindou? Remember to have fun!”
Code: Don’t fuck it up.
He doesn’t know at what point you decided to betray him, swindling him to agree on something more than what was advertised...but, looking down at the eager beaver pulling at his clothes with all his might, ready to show off, in Rintaro’s eyes, ‘the coolest person in the world’…Rindou supposed the strange looks he’ll get from the other parents and prodding questions from the fellow snot-goblins would be worth it. He gave a deep sigh. “Yay.”
After the whole fiasco at the boutique, KOKONOI took it upon himself to get back in your daughter’s good graces the best way he knew how…with his bottomless wallet.
“I can have any flavor I want??” Yumeko asked in awe, hands and face smushed against the display case of many ice creams. Kokonoi grinned, amused at the sight.
“Sweetheart, you can have every flavor if your greedy little heart desires it.” Kokonoi replied, black card already in play as he handed it to the cashier. “Plus as many toppings you can fit. Let’s order a big one, yeah?”
“Yeah!” She cheered.
“Hajime, no.” You deadpanned.
“Relax,” He fixed you a look you couldn’t place, “it’s not just for her, of course. We’ll get three spoons to share. As a family.”
You nearly choked. With the piggy bank still in your hands the poor thing nearly cracked under the pressure of your iron grip. It was like a punch to the gut. You’d honestly rather he did just that instead. Luckily your daughter was too busy shouting orders at the worker to pay any mind to the stare down you two initiated. While you resembled a crook caught in the act, Koko’s grin merely sharpened. After a hot minute spent stewing in the tension, he was the first to break it as he turned back to watch Yumeko overwhelm the staff member with her demands, throwing a limp wave over his shoulder.
“Why don’t you find a nice, quiet spot for all of us to sit?”
Opening your mouth to retort, it dies in your throat due to the forming lump. How could he be so.. calm? It was bone-chilling. Hesitantly, you started heading in the direction of the seating area, eyes still trained on their backs. You stopped at an empty booth a few feet away, sliding in with the grace of someone sitting in one for the first time—Stiff and uncertain. You sat Hammy on the table, rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans. “Ok, it’s ok…it’s gonna be o…k…”
“Talking to yourself?”
Nearly jumping out of the seat, your gaze darted over to Kokonoi holding your daughter, who was holding her…concoction. Her smile, that scarily started to resemble the frost-dyed blonde, stretched across her adorable face as she presented it to you proudly. “Tada!”
You fought down a grimace. “O-Oh, how very… colorful, Yume. I love how it looks like you didn’t…spar a single flavor. Or topping.”
“Uh huh! I got the flavor I like, and the flavor you like, the big meanie picked his favorite—He likes the mint one, that’s the yucky one—but then I felt bad all the other flavors weren’t picked, so the lady was able to scoop them all into our bowl.”
Kokonoi hummed, “The process repeated with the toppings, as you can see. A true artist in the throes of chaos. She must get that from me.”
You coughed. “Right, well…” searching for a subject change, your eyes caught on to an anomaly, “uh…why are there four spoons?”
“For the pig, of course.” He replied, as if that should’ve been obvious.
He carefully set Yumeko down in the booth, careful not to jolt too much in fear of spilling her experiment everywhere, before sliding in next to her. Her chin barely reached the table, so she decided to stand in the seat, hands flat on the table as she appraised the ice cream. You went to gently reprimand her standing on the seat, not wanting to dirty them, but figured that was the least of your worries…especially when Kokonoi grabbed your hand. You froze, a soft gasp escaping you as you looked down then back at him. His expression was unreadable, void of any animosity you’ve envisioned him having in this moment so many times. It was bizarre, everything about this whole impromptu reunion has been bizarre. Why wasn’t he cursing you out? Demanding answers? Denying reality?? You’ve pinched yourself at least three times by now.
“When did you find out?” His voice cut through your raging thoughts, like a hot knife on rubber. It sizzled, bubbled on the surface with how much weight it had behind it. You swallowed. He corrected. “Easier question…when were you going to tell me?”
As your daughter made busy with swirling the ice cream with two out of the four spoons, more so playing than eating, you used this distraction to really let the mask slip…just a little. The lump in your throat from earlier grew, misty eyes and a wobbly jaw soon followed. The emotion you’ve been suppressing, the lone bush you’ve been tap-dancing around ever since he re-entered your world…was boiled down in a simple response.
“I don’t know.”
Your voice cracked. It was meek, raw. Face feeling flush, you instinctively went to shield yourself, attempting to pull away to close in, but Koko’s grip tightened. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”
You floundered for a second, then shook your head. “O-Of course not, it wasn’t like that…I just…” you trailed off, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. He wasn’t throwing you a life line, he refused. Even if you squirmed, you were going to find the words on your own. Yumeko made a noise of disgust, probably having tasted a hint of the mint. You jumped at the opportunity, “Can we talk about this when she’s not present? I don’t think having this conversation with her being in earshot is-”
“Yumeko, darling, did I ruin the ice cream with my choice of flavor?”
She immediately huffed at him, “Yeah! You big dummy! The minty one is too strong, can’t taste the other ones…”
He cooed, “My apologies. Why don’t you go request for a new one with only the flavors you like, hm? The nice lady at the counter has my card on file. Use it as many times as you’d like.” Kokonoi lifted her up and set her on the floor, patting her head. “Take all the time you need to think about what you want, mmkay?”
“Mmkay!” She responded without protest, already bolting for the display case. You could see the distress flash across on the worker’s face from here upon seeing her coming.
Great. Your scapegoat has escaped.
Kokonoi’s eased grin dropped once Yumeko was out of range, looking back you, expectantly. “There. Problem solved. You were saying?”
Your lips curled inward, eyes closing in resignation. With an exhale through your nose, you spoke. “Hajime…to be completely honest. I didn’t see us having a future together.”
His eyes widened a fraction before they returned neutral. When he didn’t respond, you continued. “We were young. Dumb. Broke. I know none of that mattered, we loved deeply and we were happy…but all of that changed for me when those tests came back positive. And…I knew you wanted more in life. Knew that you had big plans, big ideas…too big for starting a family. And look at you. You’re living lavish, you own stores, you have a black card. I remember when we used to stress over what we were going to eat the next day, let alone the month—You made it, Hajime. If I had stayed…I’m certain you would’ve been miserable.”
He sat there. Quietly. Uncomfortably so. By now, he’s released your hand, instead keeping them interlocked and sat atop the table. His interviewer-esque posture contrasted his bobbing leg hidden under the table, his jaw tightening, brows furrowing ever so slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see your explanation pissed him off. At least now you were getting that animosity you wanted. Kokonoi gave a humorless chuckle.
“So…let me get this straight. You made the brilliant decision, for the both of us, mind you, robbing me of a choice—a chance—because you thought staying, the woman I love carrying my child, would’ve made me miserable. Is that to my understanding?”
“I-”
“Stop. I’ve heard enough. Jesus, had I known that was your reasoning, I would’ve stalked you much harder back then. Thought you were cheating on me with some rich guy or something.” He reached up to rub his temple, grumbling to himself. “You always were an overthinker, worried about nothing.”
“H-Hey, it wasn’t nothing. I sacrificed so that you could succeed, you can’t deny that-”
“The hell I can’t. Honestly, you thought your pregnancy would’ve stopped me from succeeding? You were my entire world, yes, but baby, let’s be real. That was going to happen regardless. I’m a very stubborn, and very persistent man. Your sacrifice was pointless.”
You bristled. Ouch. With clenched fists, you abruptly stood, “It wasn’t pointless to me, Hajime. Look, I’m sorry I took that chance away from you, truely, but I don’t have to sit here and listen to you shit on my feelings. I wanted you to have the life you deserved, and you got it. Whether you think I did anything to help achieve that doesn’t matter, it was the choice I made, and what’s pointless is trying to relive the past. Enjoy your life. Thanks for the ice cream.”
You went to snatch Hammy, but Kokonoi merely slid it out of reach.
“Sit down, [_____]. Or, I’ll have you arrested for criminal damages.”
You gaped. “What? Y-You can’t just do that! You said you weren’t pressing charges-”
He shrugged, wryly smirking. “Not on my child. My self-sacrificing baby mama on the other hand…”
Words couldn’t even begin to describe the dread that sunk into your bones. “Are you…blackmailing me?”
“Mm, I’d call it more like negotiating. Another trait our darling Yumeko gets from me.”
“I’m back! No minty this time!” Yumeko came toddling over, pushing an even bigger bowl across the floor, too heavy to carry. It looked like a goddamn mixer bowl. “And look, I got that ice cream lady to give me this mega bowl for more room!”
Kokonoi turned on the charm like a switch, clapping his hands as he praised her. “Wonderful, the more the better. I can’t wait for the tummy ache.”
Yumeko left the bowl near Koko’s feet before she latched onto you, beaming. “Mommy, I like this big, dumb meanie. Can we keep him?”
With a strained smile almost splitting your face in two, you forced out a laugh. With that smug bastard grinning like the Cheshire Cat across from you, basking in victory of winning over your daughter with his bottomless wallet, suddenly prison sounded more appealing.
“Well? What’s it gonna be, mommy dearest?”
“Hajime, I swear to God.”
“Save it for the altar. We can both swear to him there.”
You nearly choked. And to make it worse…you knew he was serious. Yumeko looked between the two of you, once again blissfully ignorant to the situation as she tilted her head. “What’s an altar..?”
notes: first time writing for so many characters and some for the first time :0 i hope it isn’t ass!!! sorry if some characters i haven’t written for before are ooc and inaccurate! ALSO I HATE SQUID GAME BUT TRANS BADDIE.
— i will release a part two soon :)
sano ‘mikey’ manjiro
ꪆৎ i think mikey would be somewhat upfront with you about his crush. of course, he wouldn’t outright confess until he knew you shared the same sentiment. however, he’d make it fairly obvious that he thought highly of you and how he loves spending time with you over anyone else.
ꪆৎ he’d definitely ‘kidnap’ you from classes, begging you to leave because it’s an “emergency”, but really he just wanted to spend time with you. you’d scold him after, reminding him about the importance of school, but he’d just stand there with a love struck smile on his face. it didn’t matter wether you were lecturing him or ignoring him, being in your presence was enough to bring him happiness.
ꪆৎ his crush is blankly obvious to all of toman and probably other gangs in the near vicinity. no one dared to talk to you in a negative way, a bonus of having mike’s affections. and suddenly, if anyone was mean to you, it didn’t happen anymore… sometimes you wondered why but mikey would shush you immediately. “maybe they just realised that bringing down such an amazing person was a reflection of themselves, y/n-chan!”
ꪆৎ would love it when you accompany him on foodie ‘dates’, rides on his motorbike and even accompanying him to toman’s meetings. it genuinely shocked everyone when mikey would interrupt himself to stick his tongue out at you just to make you giggle. truly toman’s royalty!
ꪆৎ also would most likely pitch up at your house at random points of the day. even as ‘friends’, he’d want to nap together and just hang out alone where he wouldn’t have to maintain his reputation as the ‘invincible mikey’. with you, he could just be manjiro.
ꪆৎ in terms of confession, i think mikey would let it slip out when he’s most vulnerable. either when he’s super sleepy or just generally having a rough time. small whispers of how much he appreciates you and likes you would fall from his lips. once he realised what he had done, it was most likely too late to take it back. he just hoped you shared the same feelings.
ryuguji ‘draken’ ken
ꪆৎ unlike his best friend and captain, draken would keep his feelings to himself and it probably would stay that way for a while. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna be with you, in fact, it’s the opposite! he’d most likely think that a relationship with him would come hand in hand with people jeopardising your safety. so more likely than most, he’d stick to being your friend (a very close friend) until he knew you’d be safe.
ꪆৎ probably would trail behind you whilst you’d go shopping, a unreadable expression on his face but instead, his mind was overwhelmed by the thought of you! how adorable you looked as you pointed out cute things, making a mental note of items to buy you for your birthday.
ꪆৎ definitely would be the first one at your door if you came down with any sickness. even if it was a common cold! he’d remind you that sickness could get worse if left untreated and you should ‘stop denying him and just accept his help.’
ꪆৎ he’s immensely protective over you, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be. other toman members would try and remind draken that he doesn’t need to be worried over your safety, after all the whole of toman would take care of you!
ꪆৎ i also feel like draken would be the type to pick you up and drop you off before and after school. even if the walk was 10 minutes and under, he’d remind you it could be dangerous alone! it’s purely just an excuse to spend more time with you even if he does act like it’s a chore.
ꪆৎ would probably confess to you if there’s imminent danger towards you or it would slip out without him realising. he’d definitely have to take a couple moments to compose himself if it was the latter, a furious blush erupting over his cheeks causing you to giggle.
hanagaki takemichi
ꪆৎ he’s so so shy around you! however, no matter how much he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he just can’t stay away. it’s like he’s in a constant state of fluster whenever he’s in your presence.
ꪆৎ definitely walks you to and from school, holding your hand if you initiate it first. he would probably also try carry your school books for you, even if you remind him that your arms work just fine. he just wants to help you in anyway he can!
ꪆৎ would also 100% feel awful when he sees the sad expression on your face whenever he turns up with new bruises and cuts covering his face. his heart would break when you graze your fingers over the wounds, asking a meek “do they hurt, michi-kun?”
ꪆৎ also the type to try show off to you whenever he can but fail miserably. although, if he sees that amazing smile, the humiliation he feels is always worth it! even if he ends up hurting himself, he won’t mind if you make sure he’s okay after. maybe a hug wouldn’t hurt also…
ꪆৎ speaking of hugs, he’d probably malfunction the first time that your arms wrap around him. even if you were doing it out of worry for his wellbeing, he cherishes the moment for the rest of his life.
ꪆৎ he doesn’t confess… it’s actually you who tells him how you feel. it’s a heartfelt conversation you two share after you see the boy beaten to a bloody pulp so that his friends would be alright. his loyalty and tenacity being one of the few reasons why you adore him so much!
baji keisuke
ꪆৎ honestly, he’s the definition of whipped. even chifuyu is surprised when he sees how baji acts in your presence. it’s so impossibly clear how much baji likes you to anyone else in the room, except you!
ꪆৎ he’d probably start fancying you if you helped with his studies and actually persevered with him despite how difficult he tried to make it. initially, he’d deny your help, grumpily saying he can handle it and to leave him alone. however, when you sit across from him and start reading through your notes and helping him correct his wrong answers, he’s floored. any other person would’ve left after his shitty response but you stayed.
ꪆৎ would act like your best friend but to anyone else, they view you as baji’s partner (albeit unofficially). is fiercely protective over you and if anyone makes you upset (even a little bit) are met with baji’s anger and very soon after, his fists. of course, you lecture him for jumping into action without consulting you but the fact he cares so much makes your heart beat impossibly faster.
ꪆৎ would definitely invite you over to his house to hang out, just so he could have some time alone with you. even if it’s just you reading and him silently laying beside you, it’s almost heaven to baji. if it was heaven, you’d be spilling your undying love for him but he thinks he wouldn’t be so lucky.
ꪆৎ would also end up sometimes bringing you to toman meetings if he absolutely has no other choice. but you’d stick by his side the whole time and if he’s not available for some reason, chifuyu is there to stand in!
ꪆৎ much like takemichi, you’d have to confess to baji first or you’d be playing cat and mouse with him for the rest of eternity. even his mum knows how he feels but he’ll deny every accusation. however, she’s just happy her hot headed son has someone he cares about and she’s so happy it’s you!
matsuno chifuyu
ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to crush on his best friend! someone he shares such a deep bond with and trusts on an immensely deep level. i doubt he’d fancy someone he knows on a surface level, he doesn’t know them well enough. however, he knows you inside and out, it never feels awkward around you (despite the constant blush on his cheeks that he hides everytime).
ꪆৎ he’s definitely protective over you, along side baji who will take care of you if chifuyu isn’t around. if he sees anyone hassling you, he’s the first to jump in and defend your honour!
ꪆৎ he always invites you round to his house just to see you cuddle peke j. furthermore, he’ll take you to the zoo, aquariums or just pet shops to hang out since you both share the same sentiment towards animals. it’s one of the reasons he’s fallen so hard for you.
ꪆৎ his mum adores your ‘friendship’ with her son, she’s never seen him so happy (in a romantic way!). she will buy food specially for you to share and even sometimes drop devious hints in your ears about her sons feelings; you don’t take it seriously at first.
ꪆৎ he probably doesn’t initiate physical contact with you too much, it makes his brain overload. but, the option is there… he will without a doubt wrap you in a bear hug; savouring the feeling for as long as possible.
ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to try reenact scenes from his favourite mangas then make a complete fool of himself. however, he doesn’t know that you appreciate him trying nonetheless, no matter how silly he looks doing so.
ꪆৎ following his shoujo manga’s ideology, he’d confess in a subtle but heartfelt way. i think either using peke j as a messenger, a small note tucked into his little collar. or he’d tell you up front and be as sincere with his words as his silly brain would allow.
hanemiya kazutora
ꪆৎ it’s likely that no one knows that kazutora has a crush on anyone, most of all you. i think he wouldn’t interact with you that much in public, instead opting to spend time with you in private when he could truly be himself.
ꪆৎ the amount of times kazutora has to cover his raging blush on his cheeks each time you hang out is insane! he never knew that compliments he hears on the daily about his appearance could make his heart beat so fast, until they came out of your mouth.
ꪆৎ he definitely visits you if you have a job, sneaking in and surprising you with a huge smile on his face! he’s also the type to stay until your shift ends and make sure you get home safely, wether you ride on his motorcycle or not.
ꪆৎ he may also sometimes slip you unexpected gifts, only small ones though that have sentimental value. maybe it’s cinema tickets from the time you dragged him out after his release from juvie.
ꪆৎ he doesn’t want you involved with any gang activity so it’s quite unlikely that you find out he’s still involved with that stuff. however, he would tell you flat out if you heard any rumours about him and would reassure you that he’d keep you seperate.
ꪆৎ it’s unlikely he’d confess, liking things how they are, no matter how much he wishes your relationship could progress. either he’s worried you’d see him as a monster, due to things he did in the past and in the present or he just wouldn’t know how to say it so it’s better left unsaid anyways. it would have to be you to lay your feelings out for him to see and decide what to do next.
mitsuya takashi
ꪆৎ i think mitsuya would be one of the most upfront about his feelings on this list without saying it directly. toman can clearly see the sentiment he shares for you, even girls in his class and sewing club know that he’s essentially spoken for!
ꪆৎ he loves inviting you along to his days out with his sisters. not only because he loves spending time with you but also because the two girls adore you as much as he does! one of his favourite photographs is the four of you on one of your days out, a scarf he made wrapped around your neck.
ꪆৎ speaking of clothes he’s made; mitsuya definitely surprises you with new pieces every so often. even if you’d try refuse, telling him he should try sell them as they’re just that good, he’d remind you that he’d much rather see them on you and wants no payment in return (no matter how much you insist).
ꪆৎ gentleman mitsuya always gives you a ride no matter where you need to go! even if you mention in passing that you’re going shopping in the coming days, he will insist that he’s your ride! after all, he can’t stand by whilst you lug heavy bags home.
ꪆৎ once mitsuya is certain about your feelings reflecting his, he’d be direct with his words. “i have feelings for you, y/n-chan.” a simple statement that gets the biggest weight off his chest. he can only hope you accept his confession…
inui seishu
ꪆৎ you’re most likely a childhood friend to seishu, i find it unlikely he’d fancy a classmate or a passing stranger. perhaps, a childhood friends sibling? that way, he’s able to determine wether you actually like him for who he is.
ꪆৎ alongside kokonoi, he trusts you immensely. i highly doubt he’s able to form romantic feelings for anyone without the formation of trust. you’re his confident and he’s yours, and it has always been that way. at this point, seishu is unable to see himself confiding with anyone else the way he does with you.
ꪆৎ when he first started gaining feelings for you, i think he probably would give you the cold shoulder, not understanding how he feels. but, he’ll make things right with you once his minds less foggy!
ꪆৎ if you don’t exactly share the same interests, such as how he’s very interested in motorbikes and mechanics, he will try very hard to get into your hobbies so you can spend more time together. however, it means an immense amount to him that you’ll sit there and let him ramble about his favourite bike that shinichiro worked on, even if it was so long ago.
ꪆৎ he would probably confess when everything has settled down in his life. that includes his involvement with gang activity. he would hate to put someone so close to his heart in jeopardy. however, if you can’t wait, you could always confess yourself…
kokonoi hajime
ꪆৎ it would take him a long, long time to actually acknowledge his feelings for you. he would probably feel like moving on was a betrayal to akane but there came a point where he couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore.
ꪆৎ he would treat you amazingly, even if he’s battling with the thoughts inside his head about you and akane. he’d offer you money if you needed it (you will most likely hand it straight back), buy you gifts and happen to forget the receipt…
ꪆৎ even after several talks that you like spending time with him because of who he is and not what he can do for you, kokonoi still finds it hard to accept. he probably will see some resemblance to akane in that sense and would probably think she’d want him to be with someone like you.
ꪆৎ one of his favourite things about you is that even if he isn’t in a sociable mood, you will still sit with him and enjoy his company. not to mention he’s floored by how amazing you look everytime he sees you!
ꪆৎ he also loves going on day trips with you and seishu, finding every different place the three of you visit special.
ꪆৎ his confession would be sincere and precise. he would lay his feelings out and would promise to treat you amazingly and of course, take care of you in anyway you’d need.
you absolutely love it when rindou calls you his pretty girl . . especially during intimate moments, you’ll pur like a kitten against him as he kissed your sweet spots so gently and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“you really think ‘m pretty?” you mewl softly.
“fuck yeah, princess,” he mutters, kissing your neck, “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous..!” and he swears by it. you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes upon and he’ll remind you of that everyday.
you don’t think you’re all of that, but hearing rindou say those words makes you feel one hundred times more confident about yourself.
“my pretty girl,” rindou says, biting down on your shoulder and earning a wince from you. “pretty tits, pretty pussy.. shit, everything about you is fuckin’ pretty.”
you let out a soft giggle, “guess you’re kind of lucky, huh?”
rindou nods his head, “yup.. luckiest guy in the world.” he chuckles.
“i’m pretty lucky as well, y’know..” you say.
“yeah? how so..?” he questions.
you grab his face and squishes his cheeks, “‘cuz i have the prettiest boyfriend in the world. everything about him is pretty.”
rindou scoffs and playfully swats your hands away, “oh, fuck off.. told you not to call me that.” he says, his voice laced with irritation. “i’m only allowed to call you that.”
“but, you are pre—” before you could continue your sentence, rindou cuts you off by kissing you and bites down on your bottom lip . .
“you talk too much, ya’ know that..?”
“yeah, i’ve been told.” you respond and rindou chuckles softly and you swear he’s the prettiest when he laughs.
he then touches your bottom lip with his thumb, “pretty lips..” he mutters and he smiles upon realizing you’re all vulnerable beneath him. his cock is twitching at the thought of his tip being in between those pretty plump lips of yours.
“instead of runnin’ your mouth, how about you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can really do?”
Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions
A/N: These guys will always have a special place in my anime and manga loving brain.
GRINDING - Mikey, Chifuyu, Kisaki
Be it your thigh, your ass, right up against your pussy he's moving against you in a frenzy. If you aren't already grinding against him too then he will encourage it by moving your hips, whispering against your ear as he makes his way down your neck. Wet kisses and his quick tongue making you shake and making your breath stutter. His moans would be a bit more loud if he wasn't busy leaving marks across your neck, and he can't let you hold that over him once you leave.
MAKING OUT - Mitsuya, Baji
Would be cursing everyone out for not giving him a key to the supply closet if he wasn't too busy kissing you and taking out his frustration that way. You were supposed to hold onto the key but you left it on the outside of the lock, so now he wants to kill time until someone finds the two of you. Should be at least half an hour. Half an hour to kiss you breathless, to silence every sound that comes out of your pretty mouth, and if you're good perhaps he might kiss you in other places too.
FINGERING - Draken, Rindo
At first he was only teasing you by saying he would fuck you even if there isn't much space for the two of you to move. However when you dared him to do it he wasn't about to back down, he would meet you head on, or rather fingers deep in your pussy. Draws slow, deliberate circles around your clit, occasionally increasing the pressure and making his fingers move in and out faster and easier. Grins at you as you try to hold down your moans, but he thinks you should be louder.
COMING IN PANTS - Takemichi, Kokonoi
Even if he could fuck you he knows it would make a huge mess when he came so he doesn't take his cock out of his pants. Instead he would rather ruin his own pants and then change them later, it doesn't really matter how it happens. He would appreciate anything you do to make that happen, if you touch him over his pants, kiss his cock over his pants, rub against him. When the two of you walk out he has to cover up, blushing when other people point out the stain on the front of his pants.
