**I’ve read all the manga that’s out so could have spoilers/get confused if you’ve only watch the anime**
Omota Uramichi
- as we’ve seen in manga and bit in anime, he’s very curious about art even if he’s not the best at it so he’d be interested anyone who works in the arts or has hobbies involving art
- he’s seen gardening (albeit we’ve only seen him grow shiso and such) so he’d like if his S/O had some knowledge or willingness to to learn about gardening herbs
- I honestly don’t think he’d care if his S/O worked out or not, mostly due to the fact he doesn’t seem to actually enjoy it, he’s just good it
- He likes weird/odd movies and he’d like watching and discussing them with S/O
- I’d say he’d have to be with someone who is independent and doesn’t need constant assurance though I think later on he’d be more clingy and need assurance
- He wouldn’t care if his S/O could cook or not, same with cleaning. Though I think he’d appreciate if he came home to a nice meal and bath
- He’d be more comfortable with someone who is okay with his drinking and also drinks themselves, but if you didn’t like to drink or just don’t, it wouldn’t be a deal breaker. The smoking, I do think if he got involved with someone his opinion and what he does would largely depend on how they feel about it, though I think he’d quit cold turkey if children were involved.
- On the topic of kids, his opinion would be also based on his partner, he’d be fine with kids and without. Though I think he wouldn’t want to have a lot of children (like only 1 or 2) I also think he’d be girl dad
- I also don’t think he’s to bent on getting married but I think if he was in a long term relationship he would gravitate to it just due to tradition but I think if his S/O really didn’t want marriage or really did, I don’t think he’d care to much and would go with whatever made them happy.
Kumatani Mitsuo
- First and foremost, you have to get along with his brother, this is the MOST important thing to him (reminds me of Dean and Sam but without the trauma)
- He’d love it if you liked cats and even had your own. I personally think not liking cats, not wanting or not being able to have one would be a deal breaker
- Is into really weird movies (he’s evidently the one who introduce Uramichi) and would love to watch them with you
- Would like to take you fishing with him even you just kept him company but he’d love of you joined him or wanted to learn
- One that note, he’d cook you dinner with his catch/your catch.
- He’s definitely more of an “ actions speak louder than words “ kinda guy, he’s definitely would prefer quality time and I personally think he’d struggle with putting his thoughts and feelings into words most the time (as we’ve seen when he tries to give advice to Uramichi, he often thinks or says ‘I think’ or ‘I guess’)
- He’d be very protective of you, even if it was Usahara making the comments
- Definitely more for quiet dates over loud outgoings, but wonder totally take you Nekota’s Bar or the Mud Boat
- I personally headcanon that he volunteers and/or donates to animal shelters, mostly due to the fact he has cared for stray cats in the past
- he’d get along/ be interested in someone who works with animals or has passion for them
Usahara Tobikichi
- He’s very loud and energetic, but is also insecure and immature, so he’d need someone who’s more grounded but is still able to keep up with him
- Is incredibly affectionate and clingy, he doesn’t mind PDA but wouldn’t go too far with it unless he’s drunk
- Definitely likes going out and doing things. Would love to go to cafés, arcades, malls, maybe even the pachinko parlor if you’re willing
- Loves Gyarus (canon) and would love if you were part of that culture or any type of alternative culture
- Has a curiosity of pop culture but has an awful attention span so you if are, you’ll have to do a lot of explaining so he’d keep up but once you got past that he’d definitely talk about it with you
- LOVES to gossip, so if you’re a big chismoso, that’s ok he is too and would love to hear any work or family drama and would definitely spill some right back
- Loves to make you laugh and would mess with Uramichi if he thought it’d make you laugh, much Uramichi’s distain
- To add on, would totally introduce you to Kumatani and Uramichi, at first to rub it in but would secretly hope you would all get along so he could bring you to get-togethers with them
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Edit - I added Uramichi’s in here even though I posted it already so they can all be together, I might delete the old post, I was seeing if anyone was even still alive in the fandom 💀💀 also this was done on my phone so the formatting is probably off 🙏 apologies
kumatani and uramichi are (clearly) confirmed heavyweights, whats it like when their partner is a major lightweight ?
and as for our obviously lightweight utano and usahara, what about them when their partner is the exact opposite ?
Full Durable for Uramichi cause im biased, hcs for the others, fem implied but gn
Uramichi -
One of his first impressions of you was how easily drunk you were.
You were a new hire, and the opportunity to get drinks hadn't come up yet. However, at the mandatory company get together Derekida lowkey threatened upon his workers to arrive at, he could already tell.
You were really pretty, anyone with eyes knew that. Uramichi thought hed be stupid not to know you were beautiful. But a thought hed never had before appeared in his mind as he looked down at you. You were stumbling around, cheeks flushed and turned up in a wide, pure smile, he honestly thought you were cute.
It made sense now, of course you were cute. But you had this almost mysterious personality, maybe it was a mix of you being a new face and Uramichi's anxiety, but seeing you in this light made the possibility of getting to know you brighter.
Uramichi, partly confused by his own feelings, was surprised when he looked forward to and started suggesting after work drinks.
Multiple, probably a lethal amount in total, of drinks were downed by urahara, utano, and none other than you.
He was so ready to observe your carefree actions. Work was stressful, it was calculated. You're there to do one job, do it right, and if you can manage to do it quick it may be just a little easier. You don't have the time to truly be as much of yourself as you can outside.
But instead, he felt Usaharas grating, irritating, agonizing voice right in his ear. He could smell the beer from his breath as he said so casually, with a sloppily slung arm across his shoulders,
"So, Uramichi ~ You've been the adamant one for post work drinks since (you) has come around. Whats with thaat ? Huh Uramichi ?"
He tried to tell him off, but he kept sluring,
"Huh ? Huh ? Huuuuh ?"
With a solid punch to his right cheek, Uramichi focused his attention away from the man childs whines and cries and back to you.
Your eyes were clearly set on the situation, noticing uramichi look back, you accidentally caught his eyes for a brief moment while trying to avoid being caught staring in on the conversation. You quickly looked away and brought another beer down.
You felt yourself get warmer, the atmosphere and sounds buzz in your head while your eyes dragged over to Utano.
She was once again complaining about her boyfriend, how every sunday, on her one off day, shed go support his shows, and even so he wouldnt man up and put a ring on her finger. It was a rough listen. Genuinely your idea of hell, failed comedian boyfriend of five years is ROUGH.
It just got worse when she suddenly turnt to you, full throttle on interrogating you.
"What about you ?!" She slurred, however, to you, slurred was basically normal for the pace the world seemed to be at. Everything was so dizzy, and you felt so hot under winter's sharp bite.
"Um.. no.. I dont have a boyfriend or anything." Usually you were more confident, but the spark under your skin and glimpse of Uramichi watching you made you freeze.
"Whaaat ? Seriously ? You've gotta be atleast talking to someone or interested, a person like you isnt just alone !"
Before you could defend yourself, Uramichi loudly coughed. His eyes went dark, a telltale way that even you already knew meant he was about to go on a depressive dialogue.
"Noww, just because someone isnt devoted to their love life doesnt make them hopeless !" His eyes narrowed, like a snake ready to suffocate it's prey. "Some of us just dont have the time or havent thought that much about it, Utano."
She sighed, forgetting how much of a loser Uramichi could actually be. "Fineee, whatever, all im saying is they're too fine for no one to be interested in them."
Uramichi just grinned while trying not to burst a blood vessel. "Yea Uramichi~" Usahara seemed to have regained consciousness. "Better be quick or she'll be snat-" And there was about another twenty minutes of no Usao-Kun.
You just smiled, and let your head fall against Utanos shoulder. "Mmmm so tired." She looked down at you genuinely ready to help,
"Ready to go home ?"
Your eyes slowly traveled across Uramichi. He looked great in casual clothing, his well trained body undeniably catching the attention of more people than you. Usano wasn't wrong, but you decided that night everyone was underestimating Uramichi Omota.
"No." Your eyes bore straight into Uramichi's, even though you were talking to Utano. "What about you, Uramichi ? Are you dating anyone ?"
Apparently just the words "Uramichi" and "Dating" together worked as a sleeper agent on Usahara, his blonde dyed hair immediately bouncing up and tilting back to make room for his large and loud laugh.
He wheezed, whimpered, choked and coughed before getting the memo that he was the only one laughing. "..ah."
But before Uramichi had the chance to properly concuss the man, you smiled back at him. "Don't worry. It doesn't make you hopeless." Your words were slurred, your eyesight sloppy, cheeks flushed and hair messy. But he swore, you looked like an angel, and he could hear the pure and genuine intent behind your words.
Oh.
He couldn't wait to see you when you weren't wasted. But he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you like this again either.
Kumatani -
He likes drinking but rarely ever gets drunk, or doesnt show it if he is.
You on the other hand, LOVE drinking, and always get drunk.
Hes usually good with others alcohol, I mean, the way he acts with Iketeru is just adorable.
Issue is.. you're much more aware than Iketeru, and actively are seeking alcohol.
And being friends long enough, he eventually learned the easiest control with you was damage control.
Routinely, he ordered your usual for you, (saw a bartender flirt with you once and it lowk traumatized him) and stayed with you throughout the night to make sure you didnt buss it down at the company party.
but everytime, you'd drink a bit too much, and cling to him tighter, or ask him to stay with you longer. his heart dropped everytime, his restraint getting thinner everytime you held him and looked up at him like he wasnt just your best friend.
so everytime, hed drink down shot after shot, even though it might as well have just disappeared after it went down his throat. But still, if he looked at you for too long, he felt a strange intoxication rise from his chest to his ears. so, for now, looking at the bottom of the shot glass would be okay.
Usahara -
If you took a shot for everytime he said "i wish i was funny" while drunk, youd still probably wouldnt be drink.
But, he would have already draken another two beers, and would be just all the more fucked up.
Really hes his own worst enemy. Drunkenly confessed to you in college, didnt remember in the morning. Now years later at Together with Maman, he still asks you out every drinking night after a few beers.
Kumatani and Uramichi think hes not as drunk as he acts when he asks you but whos to say.
Way too clingy. Fell asleep on your thighs at Kumatanis and got kicked out. Broke boyfriend hug in public bars 💔
Utano -
I mean, after she complains about her boyfriend so much.. of course you wonder if you could do better
Honestly, the question wasnt if you could, it was if she would let you. The bar is in hell, literally just dont be unfunny and broke. Buy that girl a ring !!
It started when she once clung to your arm and cried, "You would be a better partner !! I should just marry you instead !!"
Everyone kinda just blinked. No one on the show was emotionally stable but this is something new for sure.
You hummed, praying there wasnt any blush on your face. She was just drunk and.. probably didnt mean it. But still.. its a cute thought. You rubbed her back lightly, soothing her from her mood swing. "Sure."
Bonus : Iketeru -
Iketeru never drinks. Why ? 🍙
I mean, as long as you arent a crazy violent drunk then whats wrong with being drunk ? ^_^.. all the time
But honestly, doesnt really mind if you have heavy drinking habits. As long as he doesnt have to, why would he care ? Half of the time hes 🍙 anyway
Besides, he does think you do look quite cute when your cheeks are flushed and your lips are pouty and damp. Win-Win, right ?
tori’s Note: Why are all of the men in this show so 🦆ing attractive? Uramichi and Kumatani coming soon 🤭
Summary: You broke up with him 4 years ago. Surely, he’s moved on by now, even if you haven’t. But what if he’s still stuck on you just as much as you are on him?
WC: 4.6k
Genre: exes to lovers, fluff
warnings: n/a, barely proofread, random OC
"Oh, Y/n! The girls and I are going bar hopping tomorrow, you should totally go with us!" Your friend Yumi says, lifting a stack of glass plates from a box and placing them on the kitchen counter.
You've just graduated from college, finally returning to Tokyo after 4 long years. Most people would have returned home during breaks, but you, however, had decided to remain in Sendai to work in between semesters. Most people also would have gone to college at 18. But you didn't go until you were 22, having been inspired by your ex-boyfriend's job as an actor to start pursuing videography.
So now here you are, freshly graduated, moving into a new apartment, and very happy to be home. You look over at Yumi as you carry another box into the kitchen, grunting harshly as you hoist it onto the table.
"Bar hopping?" You repeat. You reach for one of the many knives laying around and tear it through the tape on the box, carefully pulling out the pots and pans laying inside. "It may be 4 years since we've been together, but I'm sure you remember I'm not a big fan of bar hopping," you laugh lightly.
"Ahh, yeah, I do remember," Yumi giggles in return, moving the stack of plates into their designated cabinet. "But I do think it would be fun! You said you didn't have much time to go out when you were at school, well, now you have plenty of time!" She turns back to you with a bright smile. "And you never know, maybe you'll meet a cute guy while we're out," she smirks. You roll your eyes at this.
Ever since you broke things off with your ex 4 years ago, Yumi has asked relentlessly about your love life. And while there was never really anything to report, she always seemed happy to hear that you were still single.
"Please, I don't think I'll ever find love again," you sigh overdramatically, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead to nail your performance. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you pause, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for the next words to come from Yumi.
"...you're still not really over Usahara, are you?" Aaand there it is, question number 2 on the FAQ list. Yumi doesn't ask it nearly as much as the first, but she still asks often enough that you can basically tell when it's coming. And you're also tired of hearing it. Not because she keeps asking, you know she just wants to check in on you, see how you're feeling. But because your answer is always the same. 4 years of no contact, and your ex is still on your mind almost constantly.
You can only blame yourself really. You're the one who broke up with him when everything was perfect, when he wanted to stay together, when he was confident that your relationship could survive the distance once you left for school. But you weren't. You knew long distance would strain your relationship too much. It was inevitable. You were just saving yourselves the extra pain. At least, that's what you thought.
4 years and you've only had one boyfriend, and he only lasted for about 3 months. The time in between was full of failed first dates, ghostings, and creeps who were just looking to get laid. Not once did you meet someone who made your heart stop and your stomach flutter the way Usahara did. And you're beginning to wonder if you'll ever experience that feeling again. You groan and go back to unpacking your kitchen supplies.
"I think you know the answer to that, and I would rather not talk about it," you mutter. You turn to put the pots in a cabinet, missing the all-knowing smirk on your friend's face.
"Okay, we can drop the subject. But still, you should come with us! Besides, I want to buy you your first drink back in Tokyo!"
Well, can't argue with that, can you? You stop to think for a moment. Sure, you hate bar hopping, but it would probably do you some good to get out and socialize. And Yumi's right, you never know who you might meet. Maybe Tokyo guys are better than Sendai guys. Won't know unless you try, right?
"Haha. Okay, Yumi, I'll go," you say, reflecting your friend's happy grin.
"Yes!" Yumi exclaims, swaying her hips in a little happy dance.
"BUT!" You interject, cutting Yumi's celebration short. "We're not going out super late."
"No problem!"
"And when I'm exhausted and ready to go, we go?"
"Absolutely!" You would think you'd just told her that you won a million dollars and are giving her half based on the blinding smile on her face. Why is she so excited to go drinking? Should you be worried? You brush it off, chalking it up to your high school bestie just being happy to spend time with you after being apart for so long. You just hope you have enough energy tomorrow to be "Fun Y/n" and not "Tired and Cranky Y/n".
"Alright! Let's at least get your kitchen finished before we call it a night!" Yumi says, moving on to another box. You hum in agreement and follow suit.
"Ready to go?" Yumi calls. You walk into the bathroom to see her putting on her earrings, the finishing touch to her evening outfit.
"Whenever you are," you chirp. You tug lightly at the hem of the little black dress you're wearing. "Is it really okay that I wear this?" Yumi turns away from the mirror to look at you, her jaw dropping.
"Y/n you look gorgeous! That dress fits you a lot better than it does me. Any man should feel lucky to have you even spare them a glance!"
"Is your plan for us to hang out or to find me a boyfriend?" You laugh
"Why not both?" Yumi jokes back. "Seriously though, you should keep that dress. I never wear it anyway." You look at yourself in the mirror and damn, this dress does look nice on you. You mentally agree with Yumi's statement, any man should feel lucky. "The others said they would meet us at the bar, so we can head on over!"
With a new sense of self-confidence, you and Yumi leave your apartment to head to the first bar just a short walk away.
You get there and say hello to the group of girls, some of which you haven't seen since high school. The girls all order a shot or two, trying to get a little buzzed while you're at the cheapest place on the route. You order a drink that's a little lighter on the alcohol, not wanting to risk getting too drunk this early on. Once you're done there, it's on to the next place, and so on.
By the time your little group starts to leave the third bar, some of the girls are already starting to feel the effects of the shots they've taken. Yumi glances at the time on her phone and raises her voice to get everyone's attention.
"Hey, we should go to that little lounge on the next street over!" She suggests excitedly. Before you can agree, some of the other girls speak up.
"The lounge? I thought you didn't like that place?"
"Yeah, you always say it's kinda sketchy."
You turn to Yumi to see how she explains her sudden change of heart, only to see her fiddling with her fingers, something she does when she’s nervous. Or when she's planning something.
"Ahh, yeah I know but... but they have a really good happy hour deal at this time!" The girls tilt their heads in question but agree to go nonetheless. You make your way to the next street and see your destination ahead of you and, yeah, it does look a bit sketchy. But, no one says anything as you enter the little hangout.
"Let's sit over here!" Yumi says, darting ahead toward the end of the bar table. You all look at each other, mutually confused by Yumi's sudden enthusiasm and determination to, not only visit this specific bar, but also sit in a specific spot. But you swallow your questions and follow. The first thing you notice is how dark it is, and you don't believe it's purposeful mood lighting either. The second thing is the lack of people. Granted, it's a small bar, but even so, the seating isn't half full. Why are you here again?
You sit beside Yumi who has an unusually bright smile, even for her. You all order your drinks and take your time with them, catching up with each other in quiet chit-chat. You're there for a short time before a couple of guys enter the lounge, walking past the bar to sit at a table already occupied by a couple others.
"Heyyy, sorry we're late, we totally lost track of time," a man speaks from the table. His voice sounds familiar, almost comforting, but you’re too preoccupied with watching Yumi take a shot to really think about it.
"I think you mean you lost track of time," a second, more monotone voice speaks.
"Dude, seriously?!" Okay, you know you know that voice. You lean forward against the bar to take a quick glance past Yumi to the table several feet away from you. You quickly scan over the people, trying to be as casual as possible. You see two dark-haired men sitting beside each other, talking quietly with very neutral expressions, making you question whether they want to be there or not. You feel like you recognize the black-haired man, though you can’t place where you’ve seen him.
To their left is a very drunk woman, tears streaming down her flushed face. Beside her is another man with his face turned away from you, his blond hair, that's obviously dyed and desperately needs a retouch, is swept to the side and clipped with a... strawberry barrette?
Your quick and casual glance becomes a stare as you squint in an attempt to see the hair accessory better. You used to have a hair clip just like that one. You wore it all the time and were quite upset when you lost it. Before it can click in your mind, the man turns just enough for you to see his face and...
No, it's not. There's no way. You feel your heart flutter in a way it hasn't in years, but you still refuse to believe what you're seeing. Yumi notices your shocked expression and follows your line of sight, her eyes widening slightly when they land on the table.
"Yooo, is that who I think it is?"
"I'm... I'm pretty sure it is," you say, dazed. It's Usahara, sitting at the table beside you, wearing the hair barrette you lost at his place years ago.
"You should go say hi!" Yumi encourages, patting you on the arm excitedly. You almost get up from your seat right then, but the little shred of hope in your heart disappears when the crying woman suddenly crashes against Usahara's chest and his arms wrap around her. Yumi, whose eyes are trained on you, completely misses what's happening. "You never know, maybe you can pick up where you left off."
You quickly turn your eyes back to your drink, sinking into your seat.
"I doubt that. It was so long ago, I'm sure he's had several girlfriends since then. Look, he's with someone now," you state bluntly. Yumi turns back to see who you're talking about. The woman is now sitting up again, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking. She looks to Usahara who is sitting awkwardly, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Uhh, something tells me it's not like that," Yumi says. She turns back to you and places a gentle hand on your arm. "Come on, Y/n, just say hi. If he's not happy to see you, then we'll hit the next bar and get so drunk you'll forget you even saw him." Yumi grins and you realize it's the same suspicious smile she's had since she mentioned bar hopping the night before. Hold on a second.
"Why do I get the feeling you knew he'd be here?" You say, knowing it sounds like a serious accusation. But the moment the words leave your mouth, Yumi freezes. Gotcha.
"Whaaat? Nooo we're here for the happy hour! Remember?" She waves her hands around as though to distract you as she does her best to defend herself. You give her a "be honest" glare and she cracks within a second. "Okay, yeah, I see him and his friends here a lot, the chances were pretty high," she mutters.
"And that's why you wanted to come here so badly, isn't it?" You question further. Yumi stares into her drink and starts fiddling with her fingers again.
"Umm, that... might've been part of why. But that's beside the point!" She exclaims, looking back up at you. "We're here, he's here, and you should say something!" You remain quiet, unsure if you really should say anything or just try to leave without being seen. And Yumi seems to be able to tell exactly what you're thinking. "If you don't I will."
Uh oh. If there's one thing you've learned about Yumi in your years of being friends, it's that she's not afraid to embarrass herself. If she says she'll do something, chances are, she will. Before you can even respond, Yumi is taking a breath and turning in her chair, ready to shout to the table.
"HE-" she starts, and you swear your heart stops. You grab her arms and pull her back around to you, stopping her call before it gets very loud.
You hide behind her, mortified that she may have accomplished her goal and drawn some attention. You peek over her shoulder thankful to see that Usahara is too busy drinking his beer to have noticed anything. But before you can sigh in relief, your eyes meet those of the man on the other side of the table, and by the look in his steely grey eyes, it's safe to say Yumi had caught his attention. He breaks eye contact, turns back to his friends, and doesn't say a word.
"Okay, okay," you whisper, letting go of Yumi's arms "Just, please don't yell." Yumi giggles happily, satisfied that her plan is working. You take a deep breath and finish your drink quickly before getting up from your seat and adjusting your dress. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you realize, it's not entirely of anxiety, but excitement. Yumi takes your hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze.
"I'll be right here, ready to support or fly out of here at the slightest notice." You squeeze her hand back and smile. You let go and make your way over to the table. The first person to notice you approaching is the same man you'd made eye contact with just moments before, though he remains quiet. Usahara is distracted with cleaning up a bit of beer that had been knocked over, still completely unaware of your presence. By this point, you've caught everyone's attention, everyone aside from Usahara.
"Tobikichi?" You say, your voice just barely above a whisper. Usahara stops his cleaning, but it takes him a second before he turns to you. His eyes meet yours and, there they are, the special butterflies that you've dreamed of having again since you saw him last.
"No way... Y/n?" Usahara says, not believing his eyes. His look of shock flips into one of joy as he jumps from his seat and, without a second thought, he's wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You hug him back, taking the moment to breathe in his familiar and comforting scent. Yep, he still wears the same cheap cologne. You never knew you could miss a smell so much until you'd said goodbye. He slowly pulls away from you, cool grey eyes scanning over you.
"You look beautiful..." He blurts, causing you both to blush. Before you can accept his compliment, he's moving on. "Haha, ahh, what are you doing here?"
“I’m back from school,” you answer softly. Usahara’s smile grows impossibly wider.
“Like, back for good?”
“Yeah, for good,” you nod in confirmation. Usahara perks, suddenly remembering who he’s with. He moves to stand beside you and places his on your shoulder, sending sparks down your back.
“Oh, by the way!” He starts, lifting his hand to gesture to his table of friends. “You’ve met Kumatani before, right?” Ahh, that’s why he seemed familiar.
“We met once,” Kumatani replies stoically. And now you remember. You’d only met him once, but Usahara would talk about him a lot. He was down to earth and wasn’t afraid to put Usahara in his place when needed. You appreciated it.
“Thought so!” Usahara says, moving on to the other two people. “This is Uramichi and Utano. They’re my co-workers.” You feel relief when you hear “co-workers”. Yumi was right, it isn’t like that. “Too bad Iketeru isn’t here. He’s not a big drinker, so he backed out for tonight.”
“So, how do you guys know each other?” Uramichi asks, suspicious that his annoying co-worker could be friends with someone like you. You and Usahara freeze, neither of you wanting to answer.
“They dated several years ago,” Kumatani answers for you without hesitation. Utano sits straight up, tears still streaming down her face, but at least she’s no longer sobbing.
“Oh, are you the ex he’s always talking about?” She sniffs. You look at her, confused.
“What?” You ask, hoping to get her to elaborate, and Kumatani starts to do just that.
“He talks about you a lot when he’s dru-”
“OKAY!” Usahara shouts, stepping a bit in front of you and cutting Kumatani off before he can expose him any further. “I don’t think we need to talk about any of that.” Actually, yes, I think we do. “Anyway, uhh, are you here by yourself?”
“Hmm? Oh, no, I’m here with-” your sentence is stopped midway through when an arm is slung over your shoulders.
“Me!” Yumi says, leaning over you.
“Oh, Yumi! Long time no see, huh?” Usahara greets.
“Yeaaah, real long time!” Yumi smiles. “Y/n, the girls and I are thinking about getting one more round and then heading out,” she says, pointing back to the bar. You’re about to say that you’ll be right over when Usahara starts to speak.
“Hey, let me buy you a drink!” He offers happily, making Yumi smile.
“Oh, that’s not necessary!” You say.
“Please? As a welcome home,” He says, already pulling out his wallet and heading back to the bar.
“Come on, don’t say no to a free drink!” Yumi pulls you by your arm to follow, and you do, albeit hesitantly. Once you’re at the bar, Yumi returns to the group, leaving you and Usahara there alone.
“Get what you want,” Usahara says after taking a quick flip through his wallet.
“You have the money to make that kind of offer?” You tease.
“WHA-hey! I’ll have you know I’ve gotten better at handling money… kind of.”
“Mhmm?”
“Whatever, I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.” His face grows red and you laugh at his response. Your eyes catch sight of the little pink and red accessory in his hair again, contrasting sharply against his bleach blond hair.
“By the way, is that my strawberry barrette you’re wearing?” His face couldn’t possibly get any more flushed. His hand flies up to the clip and removes it.
“It… might be,” he mumbles. His hands play around with it, bending the clip back and forth.
“I can’t believe you still have it after all this time,” you whisper. Usahara smiles fondly.
“Well, it is pretty handy,” he jokes. His fidgeting stops and he places the barrette onto the table, sliding it towards you. “Here, you can have it back.” You pick up the hair clip and examine it closely. It looks almost exactly the same as the day you last saw it, aside from some chipped plastic coating on the sides. He’s taken very good care of it. You run your thumb over the bumpy, textured strawberry.
“You keep it,” you say softly. You reach for his hair and gently sweep it behind his ear, clipping it in place with the barrette. “It looks better on you anyway.” Jeez, are you purposefully trying to fluster him? Usahara laughs nervously and rubs his clammy hands on his pants. If his heart beats any faster, he’s convinced it’ll burst right out from his chest.
You order your drinks and sit in awkward silence as you try to figure out what to talk about. You have so much, 4 years' worth. Where do you start?
“So… have you dated anyone since we broke up?” Well, guess that’s one place to start.
“Umm… not really. There was this one guy who lasted a few months, but he turned out to be a total creep,” you answer honestly, your voice faltering a bit.
“Ahh, gotcha,” he says awkwardly. You drag a finger over your glass, watching as the condensation collects and runs down the cool surface.
“What about you? I’m sure you’ve had a girl or two over the last few years, Mr. Mascot,” you laugh lightly, trying to relieve the strange and uncomfortable pressure.
“Haha, I, uh, haven’t had any, actually…”
…Oh
“Hey, Y/n,” Yumi calls. You turn to see her and the others gathering their purses and standing from their seats, some struggling a little more than others. “We’re heading to the next bar. You coming?” Before you can even think of what to answer with, Yumi is shooting you a look that screams “don’t you dare say ‘yes’”. You smile, this was for sure her plan the entire time.
“I think I’ll stay here for a bit longer.” Yumi beams at your reply and walks over to hug you.
“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Still on for dinner?”
“Yeah of course!”
“Great!” Yumi moves her gaze from you to the man beside you giving him a sweet but serious glare. “Usahara, take care of my girl, ‘kay? Don’t let anything happen to her.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Usahara says nervously. Yumi gives you both another wide smile before walking out the door to catch up with the others. “She’s still as intimidating as I remember,” he says, making you laugh.
You turn back around and catch Usahara already looking at you, an unreadable grin on his face. As soon as you make eye contact, his smile drops and his head whips in a different direction. Subtle. You two resume conversation, catching up on everything you’ve missed out on each other. Usahara’s friends eventually leave as well, leaving just the two of you. You talk about everything, how your schooling went and how much you hate-loved it, how he’s still working as a bunny mascot on a children’s show but he’s generally happy with where he is. Once the initial awkwardness is gone, you speak like no time has passed. It’s as though you had just seen each other yesterday, rather than 4 years ago.
Usahara’s phone buzzes, prompting him to pick it up. His eyes widen when he sees the time. 3 hours have passed, and neither of you can believe it.
“We should probably get going,” he says reluctantly, and you agree. You both stand from the bar and head towards the door where Usahara rushes ahead of you to open it for you. “Let me walk you home!” His proposal catches you off guard.
“You don’t have to do that, I don’t live far,” you say, not wanting him to feel obligated to.
“It’s okay, I want to,” he says confidently. He wants to. You half expected to walk out this door, say your goodbyes, and then be hit with the reality that he didn’t want to see you again. But instead, he’s offering to walk you home because he wants to. You don’t trust your voice to come out clearly, so you just nod and start walking toward your apartment.
The short walk there is silent, but this time, an easy, relaxed silence. You climb the stairs to your doorstep and pull out your keys to unlock your door before you turn back to the man. The atmosphere that was comfortable just a moment ago, is now tense and awkward.
“Thank you for walking me… it was really good to see you, Tobikichi,” you say softly.
“Of course, it was good to see you too,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting his weight from side to side. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well.” You continue to stand there; neither of you wants to say goodbye. Then, almost subconsciously, you’re stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You feel his muscles tense in surprise before he relaxes and returns your embrace, an arm snaking around your waist and a hand gently holding the back of your head, pressing you closer against him. You have no idea how long you stood there, entangled in each other’s arms and soaking in each other’s warmth. You grasp him as though you’re afraid he’ll disappear.
Usahara finally pulls away from you slowly, but he stops when your eyes meet his. A beat passes before-
“Can I kiss you?” He blurts. What? You don’t answer, your mind still trying to process to be sure you heard him right. Thinking he’s made a mistake, Usahara’s grip starts to loosen, his arm slipping from your side. But before he can let go, you grab onto his shirt, pulling him back against you.
“Please,” you practically whimper. Usually, you would cringe at your behavior. Begging a man to kiss you? Come on. But right now, you can’t find it in you to care about how desperate you may look. You just want his lips on yours, and it’s the only thing you can attempt to be concerned about. His face gets hot, turning almost as pink as the barrette still in his hair, and you can’t help but think it’s a good color on him.
His hands return to your waist, holding you firmly as he leans his face closer to yours. A sharp chill runs down your spine when his lips ghost over yours and you find yourself suppressing a whine that threatens to escape your throat. Usahara smiles mischievously, proud of the reaction he’s so easily able to draw from you. But, as much as he enjoys teasing you, he can’t wait any longer.
His hand runs from your waist, up your side, and to your neck, cradling your face gently. And then, finally, he places a tender kiss against your lips. It’s delicate, familiar, the feeling of his lips moving lightly against yours, like he’s afraid he may break you. Your fists ball in his shirt, tugging him further down in a silent plea, and you feel his lips curve in a smile against yours.
He takes a careful step forward, pushing your back against the door. The kiss quickly moves from sweet and chaste, to needy and passionate. Your hands move from his shirt around his neck, fingers running through his silky hair, pulling a soft, muffled grunt from his lungs.
Your lips part and he gives just enough space for you to see his face and the sight turns your already swirling insides into a storm. Wow, did you miss that look he’s giving you, blushing, flustered and messy. You’re sure you look the same. He leans closer again, pressing his heated forehead against yours.
“I’ve… missed you, so much,” he pants. “You have no idea how happy I was to see you.” He kisses you again, his lips moving feverishly.
“I missed you too. So much, you have no idea. I’m so sorry,” you mutter in between each heated kiss. Usahara breaks the kiss to pull you against him again, his arms embracing you and a deep, contented sigh rushing against your ear. Your hands drag down to his chest and you feel his heart beat frantically against your palms. You stay there for a moment until you remember that you’re standing on your doorstep. He moves to kiss you again, but you stop him before he can.
“Want to come inside?” You whisper against his lips, and he smirks.
“I’d like that. We should start making up for lost time.”
Making Out with You - Uramichi, Iketeru, Kumatani, Usahara
The cast of Together with Maman are touch starved and in love with you. Here's how they act when they finally get to kiss you.
A/N: Yeah this, this is so self indulgent. Madly in love with them. All of them. Uramichi and Kumatani are new sources of peace for me, so enjoy.
Rating: Teen (17+) : 7.5/10 chili peppers for spiciness...the suggestive nature of these are pretty obvious.
Warnings: Sexual themes/implications.
Omota Uramichi
Kissing Uramichi is firm and desperate. He’s not “falling apart” desperate, but his desperation allows him to put all his weariness aside, and he’s letting every bit of his desire for intimacy and love with you out. He wants you, and he wants you badly. It took a fair amount of time to work up the courage to finally act on his feelings, and now he’s finally here.
He’s cradling your neck with intensity, not tight enough to hurt you but with enough strength to assure himself that you won’t slip away and out of existence. He’s not the type to go wild or feral - Uramichi’s passion isn’t unhinged. Rather, it’s grounding. Kissing you grounds him into emotions that had he hadn’t felt in…forever. He usually lives with his heart under lock and key, but kissing you allows him to feel alive and at peace all at once because his heart is finally free from its cage. He’s pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply for moments at a time, allowing you to breathe in between while his arms hold you against his body. As more time passes, the kisses get longer. He’s goading you into melting into him as well.
If your hands come up to his hair, pull it lightly. If your hands end up around his neck, massage it. If they end up on the sides of his arms, squeeze. Just trust me. He’s going to get flustered in all three instances. But you’re also going to instantly reduce his stress level by like 3x what it was. All he wants is to assure himself of how big and intense his emotions for you are. So giving him that same attention back will have him falling madly in love.
Spicier below the cut
Daga Iketeru
Kissing Iketeru is sweet and enjoyably delirious. His kisses are plentiful and feathery, quick and deceptively innocent.
He’s cupping your face softly, just enough to tilt your head up and let you feel how soft his hands are. He smiles at you, inspecting your features, before finally placing a quick peck to your lips, adoration bright in his eyes. From there, the pace will only pick up, as he continues to peck your lips again and again. It’s cute, and you can’t help but giggle. But what you don’t realize is that even though his lips aren’t against yours for long, the rate at which he reattaches them to you affects you in a different way. You don’t have time to breathe as he keeps kissing you, slowly draining you of your oxygen. It’s why the lightheadedness creeps up on you, unsuspecting. Your head gets dizzy, your chest gets lighter, and his lips are so sweet. It’s unintentional on his end, the way he gets you in such a vulnerable mind space. Sweet boy is slow on the uptake, but once he realizes that your shimmering eyes have become heavily lidded, and your sweet giggles are airy gasps, he can’t unfeel the new warmth in his stomach. His approach doesn’t change, he sticks to airy, light, quick pecks. But he moves off of your lips and kisses the rest of your face (he really does just enjoy the process of loving on you) before moving down your jawline and onto your neck, sneaking in a few nibbles and giggling against your skin when you gasp.
Really, if you just giggle and hum with him, show him you enjoy his love as much as he enjoys giving it, he’ll continue to love on you without hesitation.
Kumatani Mitsuo
Kissing Kumatani is maddeningly addictive. Don’t let this man’s calm and quiet demeanor fool you, he’s more devious than you’d think. He’s the only one who likes to take his time with you, driving you near insane with how he draws out the process.
He’s pinning your arms above your head to the wall or the couch/bed (wherever you guys are), making sure you’re immobile and incapable of interfering with his plans to take his time (though the way you squirm is an added pleasure of the act). He takes his time between kisses, admiring your features closely. While his face and lips stay neutral, all the adoration and love he has for you can be found in his softened gaze. When things escalate with Kumatani, he doesn’t get fast and intense. Rather, he slows down even further: drawing out the kisses, drawing out the time between them, letting his lips hover over yours, pulling back when you get too impatient, laughing when you whine, and then sealing his lips over your own with palpable intentions to ruin you. Kumatani loves to be in control, and he loves to tease. But he also loves to dote. He’ll have his thumb massaging the base of your palm while he’s holding your wrists. Any bites he leaves on the tips of your ears or your neck will be soothed over with his tongue and small kisses.
If you want to feed into his desires, then whine. When he’s exceptionally mean while teasing you, whine without inhibition. He’ll give in and give you everything you want. Truthfully, there’s nothing he loves more than teasing you into a blushing embarrassed mess and being the one to make you feel better right after.
Usahara Tobikichi
Kissing Usahara is indulgent and honestly kinda amusing.
When you first initiate (because Usahara never thought the day would come), he is super nervous. He’s suddenly hyper aware of every small detail he hasn’t paid attention to for the last 3 months. He’s worried about looking like a fish or not turning his head the right way. He’s insecure about maybe not being good enough or having enough experience.
The anxiety heightens the moment your lips lock onto his, his eyes going wide. But it all goes out the window once your lips start to massage his own, his eyes rolling up slowly before he fully closes them, getting lost in how good you’re making him feel. All Usahara really needs is attention. Let your hands run over his shoulders and arms, up and down his chest, and against his thighs. His breath will hitch against your lips, and he’ll instinctively reach his own hands up to hold onto you, either weaving his fingers into your hair or gripping your waist. He’s going to whine and push up against you to get more of your touch, and as he melts further into your kisses, he might even grab your hands and guide them over his body again.
Usahara will also beg for praise, because he also wants lots of affirmation. He may not look like the type, but he actually really does care how you feel throughout the whole process as well, and he doesn’t know any way to gauge that other than straight up asking. So expect a lot of whimpering of “am I doing good?” between kisses. He wants to be sure you like and want him, too. If you praise him enough, tell him how good he is, he’ll be like putty in your arms.
Author's notes: I'm obsessed with this show. Comfort characters all around. And they're some of the most well crafted characters as well. Expect more on them, I hope this fandom is alive.
Mitsuo letting his best friend usahara fuck his girl because - fuck, he never shuts up about being horny and alone. So who better to help the useless virgin than Mitsuo’s hot girlfriend?
cw: dumbification, creampie, humiliation, overstim, mocking, mean mitsuo, fem reader, slight angst
Usahara’s head is spinning.
His face feels like it’s burning down to his neck and he knows there’s faint sweat beading down his temple, “oh f-fuck, I-“
“All that shit you talk and you can’t fuck my girl, Tobikichi?” His childhood friend snorts from his place on the couch. Beer bottle pressed to his lips as he raises an eyebrow at the dazed man. And he wonders just exactly how he got here, then he remembers.
It was just supposed to be a normal hang out. But see, Usahara had gotten so drunk the other weekend that he accidentally told his best friend he wanted to fuck you till you saw stars. And Mitsuo being Mitsuo wouldn’t let him live that down for the rest of his life.
So, when Usahara came over to watch the game with Kumatani the next weekend, and after drinking a few beers you were on the blondes lap and asking him if he truly wanted to pound your cunt full. And god, was Tobikichi shaking with a carmine red face as you slipped his aching cock out of his sweatpants.
Mitsuo never laughs, it’s rare to get even a small smile out of him. But right now, he’s got a salacious grin spread ear to ear at the sight of his best friend absolutely losing it over the feeling of your tight wet pussy hugging his cock like it’s his. Usahara looks like he’s in heaven, probably feels like it to.
“Fuck man, her pussy is so good-“
You smile into his neck, sucking kisses along the column of his throat. His eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering across his cheekbones, he pants like a fucking dog. Gripping the soft junction of your hips, fingers dipping into the skin like he can meld them onto you.
Your thighs twitched and trembled when you sat yourself on his cock. Splitting your folds and making you whine at the stretch, the damp wetness was smeared across both your laps. The pink sticky head pushed and kissed against your cervix.
Usahara was blissed out the moment he fully bottomed out inside your pussy, slurring out curses. So much so, that you had giggled and your boyfriend laughed.
But you can’t deny that he feels way too good.
Your hips are jackrabbiting over the blonde like you can’t get enough. Bouncing on his lap in a way Usahara has, shamefully, never experienced. Your hands twirled along the dark overgrown roots of his hair, tugging in a way that makes Tobikichi moan and drool onto your chest. “Never, fuck- never gonna fuck someone better.” He mumbles, sucking above your tits and leaving maroon colored marks.
Mitsuo chuckles at the sloppy wet sounds of your cunt creaming on his friends cock. Tapping a finger along the rim of his beer bottle, the TV plays a soccer game quietly, long forgotten and ignored.
“Baby, you makin’ sure Tobi feels good?” Narrowing his eyes at the sight of your pussy swallowing Usahara’s length. The clear inexperience that his friend displays fuels how much you’re enjoying ruining him. Knowing that the man has had a blushing embarrassing crush on you, even though you’re his best friends girlfriend.
You nod, throat whimpering out a yes. Sliding your palms down to Usahara’s shoulders, fingers wringing his black sleeveless top. Mitsuo leans back in his seat, legs outstretched and arm rested on back of the couch. His own cock is hard, leaking and pressed against his pants.
“Come on pretty, tell me how it feels.” Your boyfriend is taunting you, you can feel the mocking edge to his tone but you know he’s entirely serious. He wants you to describe every detail.
Tobikichi’s cock is fucking bigger than you expected it to be. Prettier too. When you had pulled him out of his sweats, the length pressed against your palm like a fucking weight. You couldn’t say he was bigger than Mitsuo, but he rivals closely - except he’s longer.
“F-feels good, he fills me up.” You shudder, hips swirling around the base. The slick of your folds dripping down to his balls, making a disgusting wet papping each time you snap your hips against him.
“You love it?” Kumatani asks, grinning behind you. Watching your backside, how Usahara grips the plush of your ass to move you effortlessly on his cock. Your mouth trembles and eyes water when he hits your sweet spot, “I do, I do. N’ love it.”
“Hm, you do?” Usahara mumbles with a droopy tongue, his heart stutters in his chest at your words. Blush rising across his cheeks at how you moan on his lap, it’s everything he’s dreamed of. He bucks up into you making you yelp at the sudden force of his pelvis smacking against yours.
You nod, biting your lip and fluttering your eyes to look at Usahara’s bleary ones. He looks dazed and blissful, cock pulsing inside you as the veins rub against your silken dripping walls. Even in this state he thinks you look so pretty, and for a moment he thinks about if you were his.
Tobikichi moves his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving to place his lips on yours. Your eyes flutter closed and you pant openly, waiting for the feeling of his lips on yours. You both don’t register the rustling of the couch cushion until you don’t feel his mouth.
You hear a whine, and you open your eyes to see that your boyfriend has Usahara’s head reared back. Hand tugging his face away from yours and tilting his neck back. You also feel a familiar palm creeping up the back of your skull, twisting into your hair and keeping you two away like you’re cats in heat.
Mitsuo always looks serious, but this time he looks deathly impartial. He makes Usahara look at him. Eyebrows drawn together and mouth sneering. He jerks his friend back, ignoring the high-pitched whimper Tobikichi gives.
“What-“
“You can fuck her raw, you can eat her pussy, you can even cum in her cunt if she’ll let you - but don’t kiss her like she’s yours.” He warns, tone even and cool like steel. It makes shivers run down your spine, and Usahara chokes when you clamp down on him even tighter.
Such a menial and funny thing in retrospect. Your boyfriend would slut you out to his best friend, let you cream and gush over another man’s cock until you pass out - but won’t let you kiss anyone else but him. It almost makes you cum then and there, the possessiveness that secretly rears its head when Mitsuo allows it to.
And Tobikichi watches as your boyfriend lowers his face to yours. His friend looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Cock throbbing inside your slick cunt with precum dripping and smearing around you both, watching Mitsuo kiss you.
His dark hair barely obscuring the view of the sloppy make out. He sees a slip of wet pink glide across your lips and groans, observing how your eyes flutter and you practically go limp over him.
He never knew Mitsuo had such intense kissing skills, but he also didn’t know his friend would let him fuck his girlfriend in their apartment while he watched.
You whine into the kiss and when he pulls away there’s a long webby string of saliva that connects you two. It makes Tobikichi shudder, thrusting up into you like you’re nothing more than a cocksleeve.
The mixed attention makes you feel hot, your skin burning and tummy swimming in desire. The spit dripping down your chin is the least messy thing on you, the sloppy drenched cum oozing from your fluttering hole.
“M’gonna cum,” Usahara inhales a deep breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock watching how it disappears inside you over and over. There’s a flare deep in his tummy, cock twitching.
“Me too, gonna cum again.” You keen, the repeated punching of his tip rubbing your gspot. Mitsuo let’s go of your faces and sits back on his haunches to watch.
“Be a gentleman Tobi, and ask her where she wants your cum.” That makes you mewl, hands gripping the front of his top impatiently. Usahara stutters, tongue practically cement in his mouth.
“Where do you-“
“Inside, cum inside me, please Tobikichi.” He moans, and Kumatani tilts his head.
“See, told you she’d let you.” It’s instantaneous, Usahara fills your cunt to the brim, cock throbbing as he spills inside your sensitive cunt. Your fluttering and moaning around him, clit buzzing in aftershocks. Gasping when he’s quick to pull out. His gaze mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole.
The two stare at your ruined pussy, the milky cum dripping out your folds. You’re both panting and trembling over one another, and you can’t help the smile that graces your features when Kumatani whistles.
“So, did that satisfy your need to fuck my girl?” It’s teasing but Mitsuo knows Usahara would rather die than never get the chance to fuck your sweet pussy.
Usahara grins, loopy and with tear tracks smeared across his flushed face and mutters,
i am begging y’all for some more mitsuo content <//3 i’ve literally scrolled through the whole tag and still am hungry for some mitsuo fics or hcs. might just take matters into my own hands and start writing for him and the others even though i suck at it but please uramichi oniisan writers ilyall pls keep feeding us with content
hi!! your works are so amazing that i couldn't stop thinking about them all week! i have a request for usahara either 1 or 2, fluff would be nice but I'll let you take the reins on sfw or nsfw because they're spectacular either way <3
Bikini
|| Usahara Daily Drabble ||
|| Warnings: fluff, implications of intimacy ||
|| Usahara • GN!Reader ||
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It was summer and vacation was quickly coming to an end. You and Usahara took a week off from work, just to relax. It was much needed, well from your end. Usahara didn’t have an easy job, but you know very well he half-assed his work. At least that’s what Kumatani said, and you believed the man more than your boyfriend. He thinks he does a lot when really it’s him messing up. You don’t like him coming home with bruises from Uramichi, but what can you do? He kind of asks for it.
Today was the 5th day of vacation. With two days left and being a Friday, Usahara suggested going to the beach! To be fair, he just wanted to see you in a bikini. He’s seen you enough lingerie’s this past week, can he give your body a break? Here you were, in front of the mirror in his small apartment, checking if the new bikini you bought looked good on you. You got one that covers more skin than you’d like, but this was an easier alternative to using makeup to cover up the hickies. You were sure Usahara would complain, but he is the one who caused it.
“I just finished filling up my motorcycle's gas! The basket with lunch is ready too, so am I. Just let me know when you’re ready and we can go~!” Usahara sing-songed as he waltzed into the apartment.
Speak of the devil.
You got up to get something casual to wear over your bikini. Rummaging through the clothes you had left at his place, you stuck to shorts and a shirt.
“What!?” you heard Usahara behind you. You smirked, you knew it. “Why, bunny??” he started whining. “Change into one of your other bikinis!” he said as he took out your other beach ensembles.
You chuckled, “It’s rather cute you think I care for any complaints you give, Hara-chan.” you shot him a playful wink.
“When you say things like that with a cute expression, it feels extra scary.” Usahara trembled in excitement. He loved it when you became domineering.
“Next time go easy on the hickies, then I’d wear something more revealing. Just the way you like it~.” your sultry voice resonated through the apartment as you checked if everything really was ready.
“Stop acting like you didn’t do the same!” he lifted his shirt.
Lo and behold, there on his toned torso were hickies you gave him during the late night's activities. You blushed at the revelation, but whose fault was that? “H-hey!” you reasoned with him, “stop acting like you weren’t under me, a whining mess, begging for more.”
Before Usahara could reply, you took the basket with the food and walked out of the apartment. He quickly got everything else you both needed and ran out the door himself. “Can we have a go at it though before we head out?” He tried to reason.
“Nope!” You shouted back from your seat on the motorcycle downstairs.
Author’s Note:
Henlo there! I hope you like this anon! Tysm for the compliment and I’m glad you enjoy my writings! 🙇🏻♀️ tho this time the requests a bit on the shorter side 😅
How are you all doing?
Not an excuse but I’ve been busy. Though I have downtime to finally edit and start posting the requests! I really miss the anime, Monday’s aren’t the same anymore.
