#nayuta x reader

[nian-7]

Hi! I love your fics so much, they're so cute! 🥹💕 If it's okay, could I request White Day with Kanata and Nayuta? Would love to see how they would prepare the event for the reader! Thank you! 🩵💜

hi, sil!! and thank you! i'm glad you enjoy them!! please enjoy!

Kanata & Nayuta Yatonokami x gn!reader

✧white day!

✧fluff, mentioned lingerie in kanata's (HE DOESNT BUY IT.), also kanata's is way longer (276 - nayuta & 645 - kanata)

Kanata was stumped. Sitting in the old apartment and wondering what he should get you for White Day. That was what he was supposed to do right? Since you had gifted him some handmade chocolates. Even though they weren't pretty they still tasted good.

He couldn't ask Nayuta either. He'd have no clue either. Was he supposed to get you some accessory? Well, he didn't have enough money for something that was worthy of being worn by you. He could steal some money- No... you wouldn't like it if he did that just to get you something.

A heavy sigh left him as he picked up his phone and looked up 'what to get your lover for white day'. Could you blame him though? He's never had anyone else he cherished other than Nayuta!

Most of the expensive options were.. definitely out of the question. Lingerie? Yeah.. no. Necklaces, bracelets, rings? Ehh.. that's even more expensive. A trip?? Even more out of the question.

But sweets? He.. he could do that. Hesitantly, he clicked on a small bakery's website that was just outside the slums.

" Hmmm? Whatcha doin', Kanata? " Seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared behind him. When the hell did you get there?! You had a curious look on your face as you tried to crane your neck to see what he had been intently looking at on his phone.

His face turned a shade of pink as he whipped his head around to look at you. " ...Nothing, " He quickly turned off his phone as you tried to take a peek at it again. " Why didn't you text me that you were coming over? I would have got something to eat if you did. " He got up from his spot on the floor where he had been hunched over his phone.

" Well- I thought I'd just surprise you, that's all! " You smiled, following him over to the door that you had just come in through. He rolled his eyes a little, masking the embarrassment of you catching him looking for a White Day gift for you. He bent down to slip on as shoes as you watched him hold his phone in one hand. Before you could ask him anything, he responded.

" C'mon. We're gonna go somewhere. " He had said this before almost immediately looking back down at his phone again. Kanata couldn't really decide what you'd like most out of all the sweets so might as well let you pick right? At least the bakery wasn't expensive like some...

" ...Kanata, why are you so focused on your phone? C'mon, look at the stray cats or at the sky! " You linked your arm around his, gesturing to the family of stray cats you both had walked past. " Or anything! Just put your phone down for a bit! " He turned off his phone and looked over at the kittens meowing for their mother before looking at you.

" I was looking at my phone for directions, dumbass. "

" Oh. " Your boyfriend always somehow managed to make you feel stupid without even trying. At least that answered one of your questions...

As you approached a brighter area, which you assumed wasn't a part of the slums, Kanata grabbed your hand and turned suddenly, leaving you to wonder just where he was taking you.

" Here. " He stopped in front of the bakery that resembled the one on the website he had been looking at. " You can pick whatever you want. For.. White Day? " It sounded more like a question as he hesitantly looked over at you, as if unsure if it really was White Day. Maybe even if this was what he was supposed to do. When your face lit up though, all those worries washed away as you dragged him into the bakery, excited words falling from your mouth as you pointed out all the sweets they had.

" Hmmmm... " Nayuta's brow was furrowed as he stared at the home screen of his phone. You were leaning on his shoulder, now looking at his phone as well. He had been staring at it for nearly five minutes now...

" What're you thinking about, Nayuta? " You hummed, your hand wrapping around his arm as you hugged yourself closer to him while you laid against his shoulder.

" Just trying to think of something to get you for White Day. " He bluntly told you. He didn't need to hide it, right? Everyone knew about Valentines and you were his lover so.. you knew he was going to get you something for White Day! " So what do you want me to get you? "

You got up from resting your head on his shoulder and looked at him, confused. " You goof, you're supposed to pick something out yourself not ask me! " You laughed at his confused face. It was the first time he'd done something like this so you couldn't blame him.

" Oh.. hmmm... " Back to thinking he went. Was he supposed to get you chocolates as well? That was what you got him for Valentines Day but was that appropriate for White Day? Maybe he should get you a different sweet instead. " How about cookies? " He looked over at you as if making sure that's what you wanted.

You sighed and let out a quiet laugh. " How about we make some together for White Day? " He thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

" But you're gonna keep all the cookies. Cause they're supposed to be your gifts. "

" Fine, fine.. I know you're gonna eat at least a few though! "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[lovelyangelxxx]

hello I wanted to request headcanons for reo, shion, nayuta and ryoga with a mc that is so adorable that it's like a stress reliever (for example when you see baby puppies or something cute and you automatically feel happy, yep something like that jsjs ) thanks in advance !~

at peace | various paradox live characters x reader

→ when you are their source of comfort 

→ fluff, g/n reader

→ reo maruyama, nayuta yatonokami, shion kaida, ryoga tosa 

i’m so sorry this is so late! i’ve been so busy, but i hope this meets your standards. thank you again for requesting🫶

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

reo maruyama ♡

~after a hard day at work and school, reo always comes back to you. he lies in your arms feeling refreshed and happy. there is never a time where he doesn’t feel comforted by being near you. he absolutely loves being hugged and cherished by you. he understands he can be needy or whiny, however you always treat him with care. he loves you unconditionally, in a fun and adorable way exactly for that reason. 

“thank you for always taking care of me.” 

nayuta yatonokami ♡

~coming back to you is like coming back home after a long day of work. nayuta has a rough life, especially only living with his brother; however he cannot express how much he appreciates you being there for him. of course he loves his brother and kanata is like being home, but you give nayuta a sense of comfort no one else can give. the comfort you give is unique and makes him forget about all his worries. he feels at peace and loved in your arms. he just cannot wait to come back to your embrace. 

“you’re one of the only blessings in my life.”

shion kaida ♡

~being a prisoner has its own challenges, but when shion can come and see you, he feels as if his world has turned upside down. when you comfort him his view on the world suddenly improves and he believes the world isn’t as bad as it seems. he’s pretty carefree, but as another human being, he has challenges he faces every day. he loves being able to come back to you and smile and know that everything will be okay. 

“you make life worth living.”

ryoga tosa ♡

~ryoga has difficulty speaking and communicating with you so he appreciates when you comfort him with your actions. when you give him a warm hug and simply smile at him, his world becomes brighter. whenever you step into the room, he can’t help but smile at the sight of you. he loves when you’re close to him for that is his ultimate comfort. he cherishes all that you do for him with his whole heart, even if he does not communicate it verbally. 

“thank you for being here.”

[rekino2114]

Hello! Could I please request Makima cooking dinner for M!Reader and their child Nayuta, only when she goes to call them for dinner, she finds the reader asleep on the sofa with Nayuta on his lap? Nayuta could also be asleep or trying to wake her father up.

Thank you either way, and keep up the great writing!

A/n:this was supposed a quick post but I ended up getting into writing it a lot but tbh I always get into writing the nayuta daughter au a lot cause I love it. I know this wasn't exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it

Makima:darling, nayuta, dinner is ready! Come and eat

[Makima waits for a bit before she tilts her head in confusion]

Makima:darling? It's ready

[After even more time, she stands up and starts searching the house for you and your daughter]

Makima:y/n? Nayuta? Where are you?

[Eventually she stops when she finds nayuta curled up in a ball in the hallway]

Makima:oh sweetie, dinner is-.......wait are you crying?

Nayuta:....*sniffles* m-mommy!

Makima:w-what happened?

Nayuta:DADDY IS DEAD!

[Hearing this makima's face immediately darkens as her heart drops]

Makima:..........w-what?

Nayuta:look!

[Nayuta starts dragging her mom to the living room where you're there.......sleeping on the couch]

Makima:.............

Nayuta:..*starts crying* DADDY'S DEAAAAAD!!!!

[Makima blinks then starts giggling]

Makima:nayuta, sweetie, he's just sleeping

Nayuta:B-BUT I TRIED TO WAKE HIM UP AND IT DIDN'T WORK!!!

[Your daughter walks up to the couch and pokes your cheek repeatedly which fails in waking you up]

Nayuta:LOOK!!!

Makima:dad is just really tired because he had a really hard mission

Nayuta:R-really?

Makima:yes he's just tired, I'll wake him up now

[Makima goes on the couch too and starts softly stroking your hair and whispering in your ear]

Makima:darling, it's time for dinner, can you wake up for me?

[You slowly start to wake up and see your wife smiling at you]

Makima:good morning love, are you well rested?

Y/n:o-oh did I sleep for too long? Sorry makima

Makima:it's alright darling, I know you're tired but there was someone who took it not that well

Y/n:oh really? What hap-

[You're suddenly silenced by nayuta tackling you into a hug......well as much as her small body could tackle yours]

Nayuta:i-*sniffle* I thought you were dead! You worried me so much daddy! *sniffles* you're so mean!!!

[You instantly hug nayuta back and pet her head]

Y/n:calm down yuta, I'm never leaving you

Nayuta:p-promise?

Y/n:yes I promise

Nayuta:.........ok.......sorry daddy

Y/n:it's alright, now go and sit for dinner ok?

[She nods and leaves as you sigh and look back at makima]

Y/n:was I really asleep for that long?

Makima:Well......yes

Y/n:sorry, I'm just really exhausted, that devil was really tough to fight

Makima:don't worry darling, it's not your fault, let's go eat now and later I'll give you cuddles so you can relax

Y/n:Thanks you're the best

[You and makima kiss and then you start going towards the kitchen but you see she doesn't move]

Y/n:Is everything OK makima?

Makima:.....yes y/n, sorry I know it's kinda silly but......I got a bit worried too

Y/n:really?

Makima:oh please don't worry about it, everything is fine now

[You smile and go to hug makima too]

Y/n:You know i'm not leaving you either right? Never

Makima:...........thank you

Y/n:it's nothing, let's go eat now ok? I'm really hungry so I can't wait for whatever delicious meal you prepared

Makima:I'm glad you're excited I'm sure you'll love it

[You two kiss one last time and go to the kitchen to eat together and have a great time]

[seangelfish]

WHEN YOU SLEEPOVER

Featured characters: AKYR kids (Hokusai, Satsuki, Reo), cozmez (Kanata, Nayuta)

Tags: Fluff, headcanons, bulletpoint fic, established and non-established relationships, romance, gender neutral reader, not proofread!

Prompt: When you sleepover at their home.

HOKUSAI MASAKI

A sleepover with Hokusai is always a very soothing night. He's very gentle with you and puts all his effort into making this night as cosy as possible for you.

The bed is full of extra pillows and blankets in case you need them, but in the end, you two would be sharing the same ones.

He'd listen to all your worries and whatever thoughts you had swimming in your mind. If you need advice, he'd simply give you some. If you didn't, he'd just let you vent to him as he stroked your hair softly.

Sometimes Luna would join you two to cuddle too. So now there would be two cuddle buddies!

Hokusai, however, doesn't like being on top when you two are cuddling because he's a lot bigger than you and he's afraid he'd suffocate you in your sleep.

Therefore, you'd be on top of him instead. The feeling of you on top of him is really nice, and the way he wraps his arms around you is very warm and cosy too.

He'd kiss your forehead before going to sleep as he whispers, "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

SATSUKI ITO

Very embarrassed that you're even in his room right now.

He tries to make you comfortable by offering that you sleep on his bed whilst he sleeps on the floor.

"D-Don't mind me! Sleeping on the floor isn't a big deal!"

Even when you insist that it's fine for him to sleep next to you, he'll keep refusing.

So now you're on his bed whilst he's sleeping on the floor.

"You okay there?" "I'M FINE!"

You don't give up and continue insisting that he sleep with you, but he's just too embarrassed.

"We're literally dating." "I KNOW BUT STILL!"

Then you suggest that you join him on the floor instead, but he doesn't want that either! He couldn't just let you sleep on the cold, dirty floor!

"THEN COME UP HERE!" "A-Alright...!"

Even when he's finally in bed with you, he lays right on the edge of the mattress as if he were avoiding you. It's honestly kind of funny.

"You're so stupid." "I'M NOT!"

But as the night goes on, he becomes more comfortable with your touch and finally lets you cuddle him to sleep.

REO MARUYAMA

Sleepovers at Reo's place are always fun! You two are always doing some fun activity before you go to sleep whether it be watching a movie or playing board/video games together.

Reo would also bring over midnight snacks for the two of you to enjoy. You two would try feeding each other and it would always end up in quiet giggles.

Satsuki would have to come over to Reo's room to tell you two to go to sleep already.

Reo doesn't hesitate to cuddle you in bed. He's already resting his head on your chest, humming happily.

He's also one to randomly tease you just to get a reaction from you. He likes seeing you flustered even if he can't see the red blush on your cheeks in this lighting.

To end the night off, he kisses your cheek.

"Goodnight, (Y/N). Hope you have dreams of me, hehe~"

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Surprisingly, Nayuta really does want you to sleep over at his place (despite Kanata's constant refusal).

He suggests you stay over because he still wants to spend time with you - even when you spent the whole day with him already.

Kanata does not want you over.

Nayuta has to constantly put Kanata in his place so he doesn't drive you away.

Nayuta doesn't mind bringing you over even if his place isn't the 'prettiest' because if you don't mind, then he shouldn't worry about it.

He sleeps in between you and Kanata - you being on his side of the mattress on the floor.

Kanata's irked that Nayuta's now focusing all his attention on you though.

Nayuta isn't even embarrassed that he's cuddling you from behind either.

But maybe he really should just sleep over at yours instead because Kanata won't stop sulking.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata doesn't really like you sleeping over since he already sleeps on a mattress with Nayuta. He knows how awkward that would be, and he doesn't like the fact you're invading their space.

After all, he doesn't live in the finest conditions.

When you force yourself to stay with them for the night (thanks to Nayuta insisting that you do since it was already so late), Kanata would sleep in the middle of the mattress, separating you from Nayuta.

He'd be turned away from you most of the night, extremely embarrassed by the whole situation.

He'd only cuddle and face Nayuta instead whilst leaving you alone on that side.

But when you wake up in the morning with the sun basking on both your skin, he'd have his arms wrapped around you, snoring lightly.

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[seasidefallenangel]

game au: voicelines 2

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, sequel to this based off these two asks ; i didn't do allen because i dislike him lol and couldn't grasp his character

༄ anne faulkner

⁀➷ about their lover:

“oh! what shade of purple do you think is nicer? my partner said they love the way i look in it, so i’ve been buying more clothes recently. the way they fawn over me is so cute!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“isn’t this picture so cute?! i know polaroids are such old tech, but they’re still fun to use. this one was after our third date. they kept losing at the ring toss game trying to win me a stuffed animal, so we just went to the store and bought matching ones together. i think it’s much more special that way.”

⁀➷ true self:

“ah, this is so embarrassing. i hate for you to see me crying.

my mother called and i’m sure you can figure out how that goes. honestly, when i first decided who i wanted to be, my partner was the only one who accepted me with no questions. i think i loved them well before that, but that moment really solidified it, you know?”

⁀➷ the future:

“do you think it’s too soon to design my wedding dress? aha, i know, i know. but it’s not as if i’d marry anyone else. normally i hate thinking about the future - i just like living in the moment, but how can i not be romantic when they’re the one involved?”

༄ hajun yeon

⁀➷ about their lover:

“surely you’re not thinking about making a move on my partner, right? a downgrade such as that is a bit much, even for them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, they’re far too sentimental. you’d think it’d kill them to think with their brain instead of their heart for once. they still keep the ticket stub from our first date in their wallet. how foolish can someone get?”

⁀➷ unconventional relationship:

“... what an idiot.

eavesdropping? you should mind your business better, you know? i’m talking about my partner, but i suppose that comment applies to you as well. regardless, what kind of person blushes when they’re insulted? the meaner i get, the more they become infatuated with me. i’ve never seen someone with less survival skills than them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“i truly pray they’re not foolish enough to expect marriage from me. there’s not much the lesser yeon can offer them anyway. i doubt my parents would even bother showing their faces at the ceremony. hm? can you tell me exactly where i said i have no interest in it? i’m simply pointing out the illogical facets of the idea.”

༄ nayuta yatonokami

⁀➷ about their lover: 

“hey. if you were matching things with your partner, something subtle is better, right? i used to think this stuff is kinda lame, but i guess it’s nice when it’s with them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“kanata and i prefer not to live in the past. nothing good happened back then anyway. well, aside from meeting my partner. even compared to shiki, something about them was just different when we clicked. i’ve never been that lucky in life, but if meeting them was the sacrifice i had to make, then i’d do it over again.”

⁀➷  dress-up:

“blue is a better compliment… green? yellow is too invasive - oh. i didn’t hear you come in. you can leave it on the counter, thanks.

hm? oh, my partner’s been wanting to change up their style a bit but didn’t know where to start. i figured i could help them out a bit since it’s something i already enjoy. huh? i didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but they said the same thing as you. it’s not like i mind at all, especially for them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“god, i love my partner but they kept me up all night watching cheesy rom-coms. we made fun of them most of the time, but some they seemed interested in certain things. maybe i should… nevermind. i don’t wanna move too fast. we’re still young, you know? but with that said, i still want them in my life forever. maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

༄ kenta mikoshiba

⁀➷  about their lover: 

“fuck off and eat shit, stupid. just cause i’m stuck in this place doesn’t mean they’re up for grabs. ‘sides, they'd never fucking go for you.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“ugh, i’d rather get shot than think about middle school. the only good thing about it was meeting that idiot. you should’ve seen their math scores. totally fucking useless. they’re lucky i was nice enough to help them. well, that and the fact they paid me to tutor them.”

⁀➷  co-op:

“ack, no - to the right, dumbass! we need healing more than buffing right now. i’ll cover you but don’t fucking jump into the middle of fire. god, you fucking suck at this game. 

ha? the fuck do you want?! oh, it’s late already. just deal for a few more minutes. i’m tryna make my partner suck less shit than normal at this. d’ya have any idea how hard it is to be the brains of this relationship?! gh! you weren’t supposed to hear that - no, i think you’re smart. quit yelling at me!”

⁀➷  the future:

“you’re either braindead or a stupid ass idealist if you think we’ve talked about any sort of future together. i’m fucking trapped in this shithole, genius. i still don’t even know when my sentence is supposed to be up. pfft, as if i’m breaking up with them before that. ugh, i hate thinking about all that gushy adult shit anyway.”

[mera-k1]

what do you think abt paralive adult line's term of endearment like how they called their partner during sex and how they preferred to called by their partner

hi nonnie!! here are my ideas for all of them~

-smut ahead!

-> allen likes to call your name. whether its a whine or a quite moan, it's usually your name. occasionally 'babe' or 'baby' if he's begging you for something! on the other hand though, he has no preference for what you call him. he does like the basic 'babe' or if you prefer to call him something else, that's okay too! he's a flexible guy.

-> anne loves to call you things that'll make you blush. you are just so cute when you're flustered! so whatever makes you the most flustered is what they'll be calling you in and out of bed. they love to hear you call them loving nicknames though. darling, sweetheart, love, etc. those will always be their favorites to hear from your mouth.

-> hajun will call you anything under the stars. sweetheart, love, darling, dear, whatever you want. there's no limits to what he calls you during sex. if you prefer something more degrading, tell him and he's sure to oblige! however, during sex he prefers to hear you moaning out his name more than anything else.

-> saimon is always sweet with his names. darling, dear, and love are the most common. he makes love rather than have sex. it will always leave you blissed out and full of love. he doesn't mind what you call him though. whether it's his name or a pet name is alright with him. whatever makes you most comfortable.

-> yohei's go-to is love. he likes to say "my love" when he's feeling a bit more possessive but it's usually love. because well, you are in fact the love of his life! he does like hearing the same from you but if you prefer saying his name in bed, he's not opposed to that either.

-> kanata is simple. he'll call you babe almost exclusively unless you specify otherwise. occasionally it'll be your name as well but most times he refers to you with 'babe'. he does care what you call him though... nothing embarrassing in public but you have a lot more flexibility in bed... (call him a good boy.)

-> nayuta, much like his brother, is simple. he'll occasionally branch out to 'love' as well but for the most part sticks with babe or baby. he likes the same coming from you as well. calling him love or babe has a nice sound in his opinion. he's not opposed to a nickname though, just as long as it's used at appropriate times.

-> iori loves to tease you and that carries over to the petnames he gives to you. anything to tease you and get you flustered will be his go-to. he loves hearing you moan his name out during sex unless you have something else in mind...

-> zen asks what you want him to call you before he does. what if he says the wrong thing and turns you off or calls you something you dislike? he'll always ask what you prefer so you enjoy it more! he doesn't mind what you call him whether you're a simple 'babe' kind of person or something more like 'sweetheart' or 'darling', it's okay with him!

-> hokusai is simple and sweet. love or babe is usually the most common for him but he's open to other things if you prefer something else. anything that you call him though makes him smile though!

-> satsuki always calls you babe no matter the situation. he might occasionally say your name but usually it's babe in and out of bed. on the other hand though, it depends if he's bottoming or topping. if he's bottoming, he does get really flustered when you call him a good boy... if he's topping though, he prefers whatever you have opted to use as his nickname.

-> shogo opts for simple petnames. love and babe are the most common but rarely will he call you dear. he's simple and sweet! he does prefer to be called love by you though, it makes him smile.

-> toma usually goes for 'babe' or a silly nickname when it's appropriate. he likes to be called babe or baby as well, his name is also acceptable if you prefer that instead!

-> chungsung prefers to call you darling. 'my darling' to be exact. he's not exactly picky about what you call him in bed and will take anything you give to him. it's really up to you so take your pick!

-> yuto is sweet. he likes to call you love or sweetheart because he finds those to convey his love for you in the best way. he does like when you call him something endearing as well. the love goes both ways!

-> hancho can be rougher with what he calls you but it is out of love. sometimes he'll lean towards darling and other times he'll lean towards something more degrading. he does listen though! if you don't like something, tell him!

-> ryoga can be a bit gruff with his petnames. it's usually babe and that's it... he doesn't think it needs to be over the top and super fancy. there's no need for it in his opinion. that doesn't mean he's opposed to you calling him something like 'love' or 'darling' if that's what you wanted!

-> shion has no limits. you can call him whatever you want and he'll call you whatever he wants. there are little to no limits and those will, of course, be discussed. you can tell him what you absolutely don't want him to call you in bed and he'll honor that. but for the most part it varies heavily what comes out of his mouth...

[minhio22]

Pocky day

I know its days after pocky day but i was slaving over tests and i only had time now dkbsksjdjs thank u to my twt oomfs for the headcanons. Also i never have written newgen before cause i havent gotten to that part of the voice drama yet thats why dodbdkd. Hope u enjoyed.

It was pocky day or pepero day. Whichever one you wanted to call it. So with a box of pocky/pepero ready you approached your lover with the idea of playing the pocky game in mind.

Yatonokami Kanata

When you went up to Kanata holding the box of pocky he was slightly confused as you made no move to give it to him or whatnot. So when you told him you actually wanted to do, he frowned thinking it was a waste of time.

“That sounds stupid. Why would anyone play that?” Kanata huffed his brows furrowed.

“Aww. Come on, please Kanata? It’ll be fun?” You pleaded with him.

“No.” His response came out sharp but not rough, never with you.

You sulked when he denied it, walking away with a crestfallen face bringing the pocky box along with you. Seeing you like that stuck something in him and he just sighed annoyed before the words ‘fine’ reached your ears. You perked up and instantly went up to him, opening the pocky box and pulling a stick out while passing him the box.

“You place it here like this.” You demonstrated it to him, placing the pocky stick on your lips holding it in place. The other free end facing Kanata. “And then you do the same thing on the other side. Then we start.”

Kanata complied albeit being embarrassed to do something dumb like this. Well if you thought it wasn’t dumb then he supposed it was fine. Kanata being the one who gets quite flustered at even the slightest initiation of intimacy, didn’t move at all, letting you take the lead as you bit the pocky bit by bit. The distance between the two of you growing smaller and smaller and Kanata turning more flustered by the second.

The look on his face when you were a bite away from kissing him, your lips brushing against him was enough to make his face crimson red. He didn’t have time to think before you closed the gap though, giving him a light kiss and pulling back. You smiled at him happily as he covered his face with his arm, glaring at you at what you did, although it didn’t have much bite.

Yeon Hajun

You were aware that today was pocky day, you did have plans to play the pocky game with Hajun but you didn’t know what or why or if pigs had started flying for Hajun to approach you that day with a pepero box in his hands suggesting in a playful tone for the two of you to do it.

“Pepero?” You questioned him, eyeing the chocolate strawberry flavoured pepero he had in his hands.

“Yeah. In Korea it’s pepero day instead of pocky day although I’m not sure why we bother copying Japan anyways.” He smiled at you teasingly waving the pepero box in front of you. “Well? Shall we?”

Hajun was a sly and cunning man, that’s what you thought as he increasingly got closer to you, eating the pepero away bite by bite only to stop painfully long near your lips, his brushing against yours. He had that signature smirk of his on his face as he leaned in, only for you to close your eyes to find that his presence was gone. When you opened your eyes you found Hajun smirking playfully at you holding a new pepero stick in his fingers.

“Hm?? Did you think I was going to kiss you dear?” Hajun used that sickeningly sweet tone of his, the one he uses to with his fangirls that makes them all swoon.

“What?! No!” A slight blush adorned your face at being teased like that.

“Oh? But you had your eyes closed so maybe you really thought that I was going to kiss you?”

“No, shut up.” You grabbed the pepero stick from him frustrated as you started another round. This time you were the one taking the bites as Hajun sat there staring at you intensely with a serious look on his face. You wondered what he was scheming, looking like that all of a sudden.

You were about to break off the pepero stick when it was one bite away from his lips but Hajun knowing you well could tell what you were thinking of as he raised his hand to the back of your head and pushed it, locking the two of you into a sweet long teasing kiss. Less to say he didn’t stop poking fun at your reaction to his ministrations for a couple of days after that.

Masaki Hokusai

You had a pocky box held in front of your face as you shyly asked Hokusai if he was willing to play the pocky game with you. When it came to things like this, the two of you were kinda awkward, kinda shy but it didn’t matter and there were times when the boldness would kick in but only just a bit.

Hokusai was feeling a bit shy at agreeing to do it but he could see that you really wanted to do it based on your body language. He knew that if he denied it you would probably shy away for a while. So he agreed, not minding it much since it was you.

And when the two of you managed to get situated, the pocky stick on both of your lips, none of you moved. You felt nervous and so did Hokusai but he decided to take the lead.

“It’s okay, I’ll pull away before our lips touch if that helps” He mumbled as he bit the pocky stick, moving closer and closer to you.

“It’s fine, if you want to kiss….” You shook your head slightly as you insisted.

And Hokusai took your words for it, meeting your lips in a soft warm comforting kiss. Which made your face explode red, ah maybe you shouldn’t have been so adamant for something you weren’t mentally ready for yet.

When the two of you pulled away, you both looked away in slight embarrassment but Hokusai could see how red you were so he got worried and started fussing over you.

Suiseki Iori

You didn’t think Iori was one to be interested in playing the pocky game at all but it didn’t surprise you considering how he was. What did surprise you was that he suggested this while the two of you were at club candy which was the last place you thought he would’ve said it since there were better places to play it but oh welp.

��Seriously? Here? out of all places?” You questioned him in disbelief.

“Why? Scared cutie?” Iori teased.

“Pfttt. No.” You half heartedly glare at him.

You were in his office taking out a pocky stick from the box he had bought in advance. And when you placed it on your lips and his, none of you moved. You thought he was going to take the lead so you eyed him questionably.

“Why don’t you take the lead? Or are you shy? Hm?” Iori eyed you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You got ticked off so you did the honours and took the bites. But for each bite he would throw a tease at you, provoking you further.

“Just a small bite? Go on, take a bigger one.” “Why? Scared of being close to me?” “Do I make you that flustered?”

So when you got so close to his lips and took the last bite, clashing your lips with his wanting to shut him up. Iori was in for a pleasant surprise. And when you pulled away he was smiling proud of himself for pushing you to get a kiss out of it.

Maruyama Reo

“Hey, hey. Let’s play.” Reo had practically come skipping to you with a pocky box in his hands.

“Sure.” You answered as you glanced at the box in hand.

Reo took the lead. Taking small bites out of the pocky. He was feeling confident, planning to go all the way near your lips before pulling away. Yeah, that’s what he would do.

You just stared at him as he ate away at the pocky, a bit embarrassed, a bit nervous but slightly excited for what's to come.

“You’re not going to back down huh Reo?” You decided to rile him up.

“Of course not!” He smiled cheekily. Reo thinks that you would probably shy away at the end.

“Is that so…?”

So when he stopped at the last bite, pausing to give you a chance at breaking the pocky off, he was so confident that you would break it off but he wasn’t prepared for what happened next. You had actually leaned in and kissed him. Reo’s eyes widened, not at all expecting this outcome and when you pulled away his face was as pink as his hair, eyes as wide as saucers and his mouth slightly agape. Oh it was definitely worth it for the view that you were greeted with right now.

Inukai Yuto

Yuto was aware of what the pocky game is on account of Shion mentioning it before once or twice. However, he didn’t see the appeal of it. Like why would people decide to use a pocky and eat away at it at a slow pace only to eventually kiss or not. What was the appeal? He didn’t know.

So when you came up to him with a pocky box in hand and those pleading eyes asking him if you could play it with him, he couldn’t help but cave in. Yuto being as he is was nervous when you positioned the pocky and started it.

Taking small bites just to not scare him off. You could see he was flustered. The closer you got the more flustered and red his face got. You weren’t even that close before he broke the pocky stick off. Darting away to do work somewhere.

Hancho

You thought it was Yuto at first but that was until you looked closely that you realised it was actually Hancho with the way he held himself. Hancho was the same as Yuto, knowing about what the pocky game is but he very much does not see the appeal more than Yuto does.

So when you went up to him asking if he could play it with you he just stared at you with an annoyed expression, thinking it’s a waste of time. After some pestering and insistence for you he grumbly agreed to it so it would shut you up but it’s more like it’s because you asked for it.

Hancho somehow miraculously stayed still for you as you set up the pocky. Him letting you do what you want. But the way you went at it was a little too painfully slow for him. You went slow because compared to Yuto, Hancho was more on the unpredictable side and unpredictable he was.

You didn’t expect him to just grab the pocky and toss it away, proceeding to crash his lips on yours in a slightly aggressive kiss. Maybe you should do this more often.

Yatonokami Nayuta

Compared to his twin brother…. Nayuta is more chill about it when you approach him with the idea in mind. He does know what it was and it did pass his mind that you would probably ask to play it with him at some point. No surprises there for him.

He didn’t particularly care nor did he see a point in doing it but knowing that you wanted to do it was enough to make him agree to it. So taking the pocky box out of your hands he opened the package, taking a stick out and handing it to you. Yeah, very chill see?

With the pocky in place by yours truly, you moved slowly at your own pace, eating it. You were more focussed on the pocky’s distance rather than Nayuta’s face. Since you had taken the lead it gave Nayuta more opportunity to focus on your expression as you chipped away at the pocky, that focused face of yours, he thought it was cute.

When you got insanely close, you stopped, wanting to break the stick off but Nayuta was feeling a bit cheeky today. So he leaned in, taking the last bite and connecting with your lips. It was your idea after all.

Ando Shiki

Being a highschool student had its disadvantages and one of them was being forced to place the pocky game, in front of the whole class during lunch break. Fortunately for you, they ended up pairing and forcing you to play it with Shiki. Poor boy was shaking in place, his face red as he watched you grab the pocky box from your friends. Peer pressure much?

Sure he was your boyfriend but that didn’t stop him from sometimes being a bundle of nerves. He was your bundle of nerves though. You noticed that he was more nervous than usual. Probably because you were in front of the whole class, the ones who decided to watch anyway. You grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze trying to calm him down.

The whole time while you were biting off the pocky stick you held his hand which elicited some whistles and cheers from your classmates seeing the two of you being so lovey dovey. Slow and steady you went, not wanting to malfunction Shiki’s brain just in case you went too fast.

When you got close enough to kiss, you hesitated. You didn’t think about it when you started. You weren’t sure if he would short circuited if you kissed him here or would he prefer that you didn’t.

Shiki, noticing your hesitance, tugged on your intertwined hands and you glanced at him. His eyes showed conviction, a sign that it was okay for you to do so. And so you leaned in. It was more of a short peck rather than a kiss, deciding in front of the class was not the best place to do so. Shiki deals with intimate stuff better in private rather than with an audience. When you pulled away, Shiki’s face was red but he had a sweet smile directed at you.

[b1xi]

𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙨—チェンソーマン

Aki Hayakawa x fem! Reader

I wrote this out of the blue while I was re-watching Chainsaw Man for what would be the second time, I hope you go watch the other episodes and enjoy them as much as I did, don't hesitate to give your opinion

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Leaning against the edge of your office desk, your hand moved almost automatically over the medical reports of the last patients you treated that evening. Your eyes, tired but focused, occasionally drifted toward the small television in the corner. On the screen, a man with a deep voice recounted the latest news about the demon attacks that had occurred in recent days.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled you, making the pen in your hand draw an unintended line across one of the pages you were reviewing.

"You're still here," your colleague remarked, his figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. There was a note of surprise in his tone, but also a hint of exhaustion. He leaned slightly against the doorframe before continuing. "Takahashi said you can head home now."

Without waiting for a response, he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone once again. You let out a long sigh, followed by a yawn that carried the accumulated weight of the day. Stretching your arms above your head, you eased some of the tension in your muscles and took a quick glance at the watch on your wrist. The hands showed 11:00 PM. It was time to call it a day.

With deliberate movements, you gathered your bag and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and leave everything in order. As you stepped outside the building, the cool, slightly damp night air greeted you. The city seemed quieter than usual, though the distant echo of sirens and the occasional murmurs of passersby were reminders that the nightlife never completely stopped.

Too tired to walk to the train station, you decided to call a taxi to get home. While waiting by the curb, your thoughts briefly returned to the words of the news anchor. The attacks seemed to be increasing in frequency, and although you didn’t show it, a latent unease stirred within you.

The taxi arrived within minutes. You stepped into the vehicle with measured steps and gave the driver your apartment address. From your spot by the window, you watched as the city lights slid across the glass, distorted by a thin layer of drizzle that had begun to fall. The streets, still damp from recent rain, reflected the glow of neon signs and streetlights, creating an urban landscape as melancholic as it was mesmerizing.

"Should I call Aki?" you wondered as you unlocked your phone and checked your message inbox. The empty screen greeted you with a familiar sense of void. "Maybe he forgot to let me know he got home. He’s probably exhausted," you thought, trying to soothe the faint pang of unease in your chest. You leaned your back fully against the leather seat, letting the gentle rumble of the moving vehicle ease your tension.

The ride was short. You thanked the taxi driver before stepping out, feeling the cool air and drizzle brush against your face. Digging through your bag, you found your keys and used them to unlock the building’s door. As you entered your apartment, silence enveloped you, broken only by the faint hum of appliances and the distant noise of the city.

You removed your shoes and placed them neatly by the entrance. Your eyes, adjusting to the dimness, scanned the familiar space. The small living room connected to the kitchen was dimly lit by the reflections from neighboring apartments. That soft light gave the space a strangely tranquil feeling, though not entirely welcoming.

As you turned toward the door, your eyes caught a detail you hadn’t noticed when you came in: Aki’s keys were hanging in their usual spot by the frame. A wave of relief washed over you. "He’s home," you thought, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You knew all too well how demanding Aki’s job was. As a demon hunter for Public Safety, his life was constantly at risk, facing creatures that defied human comprehension. But it wasn’t just his fight; as his partner, you shared the burden of uncertainty and the dangers that loomed over him daily. It wasn’t an easy role to take on, but you did it because, in the end, he was also fighting for a better future for both of you.

You crossed the living room with measured steps, the echo of your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Reaching the hallway, you paused for a moment to consider your next move. "Maybe I should sleep in my old room tonight," you thought, remembering that Aki, after a long day of work, deserved to rest without interruptions.

With that thought in mind, you began to undress, setting aside your clothes from the day and staying in just a sleeveless shirt and your underwear. Opening the door to your old room, you were greeted by the slightly stale air, along with the familiarity of a space you had mostly abandoned since you and Aki started sharing more than just an apartment.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you let your gaze wander around the room. Memories of how your relationship began flooded your mind—a mix of sweetness and a certain ridiculousness that still managed to draw a quiet laugh from you. Before Aki became something more, he was just your roommate, and long before that, he was a patient who could barely bring himself to speak to you.

The first time you met him, you were still an intern with little time at the hospital. You had been assigned a simple case: a young man with a relatively minor abdominal injury, though still serious enough to warrant care. Reviewing his file, you discovered he was a Public Safety worker.

"Hello, Mr. Hayakawa," you greeted in a professional but kind tone as you pulled back the curtain separating his bed from the others.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes glanced up slightly, nodding without saying a word. His expression was marked by exhaustion and, perhaps, pain.

You approached carefully, holding his file in one hand and disposable gloves in the other.

"I’m going to check your wound. Would you mind reclining a bit more so I can get a better look?"

Without a word, Aki adjusted himself with deliberate movements, his rigid posture betraying a hint of discomfort. You tried to start some casual conversation while you worked—an attempt to distract him from the pain and create a more relaxed atmosphere—but he barely responded. It was clear he preferred silence, a barrier that, at the time, you assumed wouldn’tbe easy to break.

From that day on, Aki became a frequent patient during your shifts. He would return again and again, with minor injuries that any hunter with his experience could have handled at home. However, you never questioned him, and it certainly never bothered you. There was something about his visits—about that quiet connection between the two of you—that began to feel intentional. Over time, you realized you were complicit in that interest, faint at first but seemingly growing with each encounter.

One random Sunday night, you were sitting on the floor of your small apartment, surrounded by boxes of your belongings. You had made the difficult decision to move in order to cut expenses. Things weren’t going well at work; your salary barely covered your needs, as most of it went toward the medications and treatments for your parents, who had been struggling with health problems for months. The weight of responsibility was suffocating, and though you tried to keep your head high, it was clear you needed a change.

A colleague at the hospital had suggested the idea of finding a roommate. At first, you hesitated, but the logic behind the proposal was sound. With a job as demanding as yours, you barely spent time at home, so sharing a space with someone else didn’t seem like a burden. Splitting expenses would be a relief for your finances, allowing you to focus on your obligations without worrying so much about rent.

After days of searching, you found a promising ad: a small apartment, not too far from central Tokyo. The photos showed a clean, cozy place, ideal for someone with your lifestyle. The information about the person renting it was sparse, but you didn’t detect anything suspicious or alarming in their profile. You made the decision quickly, filled out the necessary forms, and scheduled a meeting with who would be your future roommate.

What you never imagined was that person would be Aki Hayakawa.

When you saw him for the first time at the apartment entrance, the surprise was evident on your face. Aki, with his serious demeanor and the reserved gaze you remembered so well from his visits to the hospital, stood in front of you with the apartment keys in his hand. He seemed equally startled upon recognizing you, though his expression remained stoic, as was typical for him.

“You?” you asked, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping your lips.

“I guess we’ll be roommates,” Aki replied in his usual tone, though a faint curve at the corner of his lips hinted at something resembling a smile.

That was the beginning of an unexpected coexistence. What started as a practical solution to your financial troubles soon became a complex relationship, filled with shared moments that brought you closer than you ever thought possible. Aki, the quiet and disciplined man you had first met as a patient, became a constant in your life, defying all your expectations and, before you realized it, becoming much more than just a roommate.

You shook your head lightly, trying to dispel the memories that, while beautiful, wrapped you in a warm sense of nostalgia. Two years together had left an indelible mark on your life, filled with moments of affection and complicity. However, now was not the time to get lost in those memories.

You walked toward your room but stopped abruptly when you stumbled upon a small pile of sheets and old clothes carelessly left on the floor, not far from your bed. You frowned, briefly assessing the mess, but decided to postpone dealing with the heap of textiles for another time. "Tomorrow," you thought with a tired sigh.

With a resigned gesture, you let your body sink into the mattress, old but still comfortable, that had endured more sleepless nights and wandering thoughts than you could count. The weight of the day began to fade away slowly as you closed your eyes, letting the silence of the night settle around you.

But tonight, exhaustion overcame even your most persistent thoughts. You allowed yourself to surrender to sleep, hoping that, upon waking, you would find Aki in the kitchen with a cup of coffee already prepared, as he always did whenever you came home late.

However, the morning brought a scene you hadn’t anticipated. The soft murmur of movement in the living room was what first caught your attention. Stepping out of your bedroom, your eyes landed on the sight of a young man, about 16 years old, sitting at the dining table. His relaxed and carefree demeanor contrasted with the chaos of snacks scattered across the table as he spread an absurd combination of every available jam onto a single slice of bread.

You blinked, confused, before noticing Aki standing in the kitchen with his back to you, inspecting something at the sink. You walked toward him quietly, placing a hand on his back to get his attention.

“Good morning,” you greeted softly, the affection in your voice unmistakable.

wasn’t going to be as simple as you had initially thought.

Denji continued eating without much concern, as if his presence in the apartment wasn’t particularly odd. You watched as he wiped the remnants of jam off his fingers, seemingly oblivious to the slight tension in the air. There was something behind his carefree attitude that didn’t quite add up, but you weren’t sure if you should press further.

Finally, after a few moments of awkward silence, you decided to steer the conversation into smoother waters.

"I'm Aki's girlfriend," you said softly, breaking the silence without wanting to come across as distant or uncomfortable. "Denji, tell me more about yourself," you added kindly, looking at the boy.

It wasn’t every day that a boy his age, seemingly without family, ended up in your home. And while it wasn’t in your nature to be overly curious, the situation was unusual. If he was going to live there, you at least wanted to understand a little more about his story.

Denji, unbothered, let out a sigh before responding in a somewhat monotone voice.

“Well, I’m Denji… I’m 16… and, uh, that’s pretty much it,” he said, as if there wasn’t anything else worth mentioning about his life. Seeing that you weren’t reacting much, he added, “Oh, wait. I work as a devil hunter, thanks to Miss Makima.” He returned to licking the jam off his fingers with the same nonchalance.

"That’s it..." you thought, unsure if he was being sincere or just uncomfortable talking about himself.

Standing up calmly, you walked over to Aki and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. The small gesture, filled with affection, was enough to convey what you couldn’t put into words.

"I have to get to work," you said softly before heading toward the bathroom. The routine of the day quickly took hold of you, and as you got ready, your thoughts drifted. Denji’s presence in the apartment, under Aki’s watchful eye, left you with a faint unease, but you knew there wasn’t much you could do about it.

When you stepped out, the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of lunch that Aki was calmly preparing. Denji was still in the living room, engrossed in the letters of a newspaper. You watched him for a moment; he seemed like a child, despite everything surrounding his life. He murmured to himself as he pieced together the words on the page, completely absorbed in the task as if it were as ordinary as breakfast.

Before leaving, you walked over to Denji, offering a slight smile as you said goodbye.

"See you tonight. Bye, Denji," you said with a light smile.

Denji, without looking up from the paper, barely raised his hand in a distracted wave, his response as fleeting as his focus.

Aki, who was already near the door by then, picked up your keys and coat without a word. The gesture, though simple, spoke of his quiet concern for you.

“See you tonight,” he said softly, helping you into your coat and leaving a warm kiss on your lips—a kiss he always gave you, imbued with a tenderness that made you feel safe, as if nothing in the world could take you away from him.

“See you tonight,” you repeated, savoring his closeness for a moment longer. You hugged him briefly, pulling him toward you by his shirt, seeking that comforting connection. The feeling of having him so close calmed you, but before stepping away, you added in a softer tone, “Be kind.”

You looked at him, knowing exactly why you said it. Aki, while deeply loyal and protective, could be somewhat curt, especially with those he didn’t know well. You knew that with Denji, his attitude could be even colder, even if, at the end of the day, the boy was still just a child.

Aki furrowed his brow slightly at your words, but his expression softened almost instantly, a sign that he understood the concern hidden behind your suggestion.

“I will,” he replied, his eyes fixed on yours, though there was a hint of hesitation that quickly disappeared. Then, he leaned toward you once more, placing a final kiss on your forehead—a silent gesture of affection—before you walked out the door.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

hi, can I ask for headcanons for cozmez with a crying s/o fem, who is emotional and sensitive, so much so that she even cries from emotion :')) (a plus, s/o cry when she hear this is my love the first time) tkmmm~

(not to highjack your ask but i'm adding characters bc I love this idea/concept........)

Kanata Yatonokami:

Kanata feels like this isn’t the normal reaction one should have. He knew you were emotional but still, had he done something wrong? Had he said it wrong? Should he take it back? His racing thoughts are only calmed when you assured him you loved him too, leaving him relieved and a little annoyed that you made him panic like that.

Nayuta Yatonokami:

Nayuta was stunned despite preparing himself for this reaction, knowing you cried rather easily. He can’t say he enjoyed seeing you cry but knowing your feelings ran that deep was enough to make him feel emotional, too. He doesn’t cry but gives you an affectionate head pat, comforting you as you repeatedly tell him you loved him too.

Extra

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun already didn’t want to share his feelings, and now he has to figure out how to soothe yours? He supposed this was deserved from how difficult he tended to be, so of course you’d be overwhelmed with emotion when he was finally vulnerable with you. He let out an awkward chuckle and patted your back, still trying to figure out the best course of action to get you to stop crying before Anne or Allen got nosy about the situation.

Satsuki Ito:

Satsuki might take some emotional damage seeing your tears. He worked overtime to never be the cause of them, and happy tears were a foreign concept until he considered how he’d react to you being the one to confess first. He’d like to play the cool guy by wiping your tears but he was starting to get choked up himself. He resorted to pulling you into a tight hug, managing to hide his own tears just in time.

Yohei Kanbayashi:

Yohei was gonna chainsmoke ten cigarettes minimum after this. Crying was the last thing he thought he’d have to account for, regardless of your emotional nature. He’s glad this moment came with no one else around at all or he’d look like a bully, especially as he begged you to stop crying. He let out a sigh of relief when you stopped, glad you at least returned the sentiment before becoming a total mess.

[gaoau]

hey, are you still here?

it's hard to get through the night when haunted by distorted afterimages.

pairing — yatonokami nayuta x reader word count — 2.4k

this is cruel, you think, although you shouldn't be all that surprised. you've let nayuta's softness trick your brain, but both yatonokami twins have always been blunt and vicious. you know kanata isn't trying to hurt either of you—ignorance really is bliss in moments like these, with a cheap copy of nayuta on your lap. maybe you should say something; it's been long enough by now. you choose to stay quiet, running your fingers through nayuta's hair and foolishly hoping to find a semblance of warmth again.

you wish kanata would stop doing this.

the hand holding onto yours feels like the chilly burn of a ghost. you grip it a little tighter, deathly afraid it will disappear again. it would be so much better if it disappeared. it looks and fits in yours just like nayuta, but you can only delude yourself so much. this is not nayuta; this prickly, empty shell that his brother has made is only one hollow side of him. you can hardly even bear to look at it.

nayuta—or whatever this is—shifts on your lap, turning his head to look up at you. "i was falling asleep…" he grumbles, words a quiet, sleepy mumble. you have to keep yourself from grimacing at him. the echo of his voice in the room, artificial but familiar, makes you want to rip your eardrums out.

you hum, blinking down at him curiously. "sorry, did i do something?"

"you're squeezing too tight."

he unravels his fingers from yours and you understand he's asking you to let go. a half-hearted apology slips from your lips. you lean your head back against the wall, sighing to yourself. you'd squeeze his neck tighter if your mind were just a bit stronger.

the more you pray kanata would stop doing this, the more you have to remind yourself he's blameless. it's lacking, it's cold, it's not real, but it's the only thing you have now. it's your fault and your fault only for letting a fabricated ghost haunt you.

"why'd you…" Nayuta spoke up in the silence. a yawn cut his words off before he tried again, "why'd you stop?" he rolled over on your lap to gaze up at you with bleary eyes. the pout on his lips made you giggle quietly as he squeezed your hand in his.

"stopped what?"

he turned to hide his face against you. "playing with my hair…" his voice reached you in a muffled mutter, getting lost in the fabric of your shirt. then he sighed, "keep doing that, it feels nice."

you chuckled to yourself. a half-conscious Nayuta was always an endearing sight to behold. "i thought you were asleep already." 

"i was," he whined, as if you were cruel for only showing affection when he was awake. his grip tightened around your hand again. "but you stopped touching me and it bothered me."

"okay, okay, i hear you." you laughed softly, but went back to raking your fingers through his hair as requested. his eyes fluttered closed on instinct, and he couldn't help leaning into your touch. an amused grin pulled on your lips as Nayuta dozed off completely. this time, you only stopped when you fell asleep as well.

soft, familiar chuckles and fraternal banter echo across the apartment. you're used to this; idle chatter during dinner, the clatter of chopsticks as kanata slips his vegetables into nayuta's bowl, jokes and laughter to accompany a rare homecooked meal. your food is growing cold in your hands. you're not hungry—not when there's a sinking feeling in your stomach as you watch the insanity in front of you unfold tonight as well.

it's ridiculous, you think, that you willingly lit up the stove to make dinner because a mirage in the light said it was hungry. you were never good at saying no to nayuta. it doesn't matter if it's real or a cruel imitation, as long as it's his face, you can only manage to sigh and nod your head. you knew it'd be a waste to make three portions, but you did it anyway.

(part of you feels even worse knowing this was subconsciously kanata's request.)

you can't tear your eyes away from nayuta, scanning up and down, again and again. his snickers and his small smiles, the way he holds his chopsticks, and all the tiniest mannerisms he's missing to make him real. you hear his voice surrounding you from all angles like it used to do every night. you wish you could feel that same warmth it evoked.

a sigh tumbles from your lips as you give up. you set your chopsticks down, trying to look away. nayuta catches you. "do i have something on my face?" you're quiet and you're simply staring at him. you're not usually this absent.

it takes you a moment, but you snap out of it. you blink repeatedly, eyes wide, almost recoiling at his words. you throw a glance towards kanata—as much as you try not to blame him, this is uncalled for. you breathe in deeply, shaking your head. "no, sorry. i'm just not hungry." you move to stand on your feet as you speak. "i wanna go home."

"okay." even with how artificial he is, nayuta still looks up at you and smiles. "thanks for the food." it aches deep inside your temples. you can only nod your head, looking away, biting your tongue.

kanata chimes in, "yeah, thanks." he doesn't turn towards you. he stuffs his mouth with the meal you made for nayuta. "be careful on your way back, it's late."

your nails dig into the skin of your palm. oh, what a responsible older brother he is. although you try not to, you can't help but throw a vicious glare at him. you hum, because kanata isn't the best at this, but he's doing what he can. he's not to blame—you're the one who keeps coming back here. your fingers grow numb in the cold as you walk home alone.

Nayuta nudged you with his elbow, tilting his head to find your eyes. quietly, he called, "[Name]," with that soft, nonchalant tone of his that only held warmth to you. he'd noticed your lost gaze and your untouched bowl. "you good?" 

you startled slightly, tuning back in when you heard his voice. with his attention on you, Kanata managed to slip his tofu into Nayuta's bowl. you chuckled, "yeah. yeah, i'm good." a smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, but you set your chopsticks down anyway.

he didn't like that one bit. his eyes flickered between your face and your food. "you aren't eating." there was a pout on his face, and even if you couldn't see it, you would have heard it in his inflections. he leaned closer, pressing you with his expression. "are you feeling okay?"

"don't worry 'bout me." you laughed quietly, stretching to bring focus back into your body. a yawn made you almost choke on your spit. you patted him on the knee to reassure him. "i'm just tired. i think i'll head home."

"you can stay, we don't mind."

"i mind," came Kanata's grumble.

it sent you into a fit of giggles. you rolled your eyes, sitting up on your knees. "it's fine, i'll get out of your hair." you brushed Nayuta's bangs off his forehead to kiss him on the temple, a little too loud just so you could spite his brother. (he cringed.)

amused snickers and chuckles echoed across the room as you stood up, maneuvering around both twins. Kanata stuck his foot out to trip you and you hopped away to stick your tongue out at him. as the three of you laughed, Nayuta set his bowl down to follow after you.

he reached his hand out for you and you knew instantly to pull him to his feet. "it's late, i'll walk you home," is all he declared, because leaving anyone to walk around the slums at night was more than a danger. although you could handle yourself, he much preferred sticking by your side to make sure you blended in safely.

throwing your coats on, he tugged on your sleeve. you left Kanata with a wave before heading out the door, letting Nayuta drag you outside into the cold. he always enjoyed late night walks with your hand in his.

it's warmth without a shape clinging onto you, an artificial breath blowing against your neck. this is terrible. it holds you tightly with its arms around your waist and you wonder if this disembodied heat is part of the illusion or simply your brain chasing down fading comfort. you're wide awake, lying in a futon with a ghost that tries to steal what's left of your sanity.

this is horror.

you refuse to let go either way. there's peace of mind in hugging your own grief with a grip so vice you'd cut off nayuta's blood circulation. but this is not nayuta, so it doesn't matter—not how tangible he is, nor how much it stings. the hallucination in your arms will disappear eventually as well. you've noticed it in the way kanata talks to him, and as much as you dread the moment it vanishes into thin air, nayuta is staying with you for now. it's the best you can do.

you wish kanata would stop doing this already. you wish you could help him stop doing this. you wish you would stop doing this already.

it hurts, but it's all you have left. you've considered snapping its neck a billion times in your dreams. your fingers curl like you might be able to crush him in the palm of your hand.

nayuta pulls away from you, tilting his head to look you in the eye. the moonlight drapes over his face with a faint glow that makes him seem translucent in the night. "you're really stiff," he mumbles quietly in an exasperated complaint.

"oh, sorry." you're not sincere in your apologies anymore. how long has it been? you glance behind him towards kanata. he's facing away in his own futon. a tight smile pulls on your lips as you refuse to look at nayuta. "i was… having a nightmare."

"awake?" his tone makes you wonder why you even bother.

you sigh, "yeah," and pull him back against your chest so you don't have to see him. for a moment, you consider pressing a soft kiss to his head. instead, you hide your face in his hair. "you were leaving…"

"ah. i'm not going anywhere." it stings. somehow, nayuta tightens his grip around you. these are words you shouldn't be hearing from an illusion. then, he speaks just a little more clearly, "you and kanata should really talk to each other some more."

you feel your heart sink. it's like having a child bawling in your ears. you're so exhausted of dealing with a problem you don't want to solve yet. you wish this would all stop already, but you don't think you could handle it if it did.

with one shaky breath, you close your eyes. maybe if you squeeze him tight enough, he'll be real again. "i'm working on it," you tell lies to a lie. you're working on it. "come on, go back to sleep. you must be tired."

nayuta hums in response. it really does sting, though only just a bit.

the pestering vibration of your alarm made you stir awake, groaning as you reached under your pillow to shut it off. with a heavy sigh, you practically pried your eyes open to look at your phone. your room was dark—way too dark to be the morning. the moment you processed Nayuta's name on the screen, you frowned in the haze of your sleep.

you answered the call without hesitation. it wasn't rare for him to call in the middle of the night, but there was a sinking void in your stomach trying to eat you up from the inside out. "Nayuta, hey. what's…?" you managed to speak up half a sentence before a yawn cut you off.

Nayuta sighed to himself on the other side of the phone. your voice sounded hoarse and exhausted, and it made him reconsider his choices for a moment. he wished he hadn't kept things from you and everyone else. "hey, sorry to wake you up…" he heard you hum to let him know you were listening. nothing he did ever bothered you. "i just wanted to let you know i gotta… take care of some things."

"this late?"

"yeah, we probably won't see each other for some time." 

the silence lasted a little longer than Nayuta could handle. you were so trusting, no matter how little or how much he shared. "that's okay." he could hear the smile on your face and the rustling of your bedsheets. "if you're in trouble, just tell me, though. i'll help out, you know that." he could hear how, despite knowing this would haunt you, you'd forgive him a million times over.

"don't worry, i'll be okay." he wished he could have found another way out of this; something that didn't require hurting so many people at the same time. the ache in his arm was growing stronger by the second. as much as he wanted to stay on the phone with you all night, he had to let you go quickly. "i gotta go." his voice trembled, only slightly.

you noticed. deep in the back of your mind, you knew something was off. the wind blew into his microphone, although he'd never told you about his favorite spot on this rooftop. you worried, of course, but you trusted Nayuta enough not to push for details. if he didn't want you to see, then you had nothing to see. maybe your patience was wrong, maybe your distance was wrong, maybe you were wrong—maybe Nayuta was wrong, and yet you'd still trust his choices every time.

you were so sure one day you would be able to laugh such baseless concerns off.

even if he couldn't see you, you nodded your head and smiled. "okay, take care," you spoke softly, almost in a plea. 

"good night, [Name]."

"good night, Nayuta."

—あごす (agosu) • 2023

[nian-7]

Can I ask hdcns for dongha, kenta, nayuta and hajun about what their relationship would be like with a deaf fem mc who uses special hearing aids but can't speak well so she communicates through sign language or writing ssjjs that would be all, tkmm ^^

hi! i'll try my best so i hope you enjoy! i just made it platonic since i wasn't sure.

Dongha, Kenta, Nayuta, Hajun & fem!reader

✧deaf!reader

✧fluff

-Dongha kind of just deemed you as his friend and had Chungsung learn sign language to be sort of the middle between the two of you. Making him double as a personal translator so that way you don't have to write everything.

-Truly doesn't even notice that you're deaf sometimes because Chungsung is always telling him what you're saying after he says something.

-He does end up picking up some sign language after a bit and starts to understand and often will tell Chungsung that he already knew what you said and he doesn't have to repeat it.

-You likely aren't going to be face to face with Kenta all that often in the first place. Seeing as he is sort of locked up, you probably met him through a video game where you both ended up clicking.

-He quite honestly didn't even realize you were deaf at first since you both would just message each other when you saw the other online and never really called.

-The first time you come visit him though, he is honestly a little shocked when you sign to him, a confused look on his face as he asks if you can hear him. He can't watch his mouth well so he ends up coming off a bit harsh or rude when he does ask.

-He's quite content with reading what you want to say through paper when you do come to see him though. He tried to learn sign language only to get annoyed whenever someone asked him what he was doing and he ends up only learning to sign stuff like 'how are you?' and then he can't understand the rest. But it's the thought that counts!

-Nayuta will always make sure you can hear him well and is willing to learn sign language so you don't have to carry a paper and pencil around everywhere.

-He'll make a bunch of mistakes but he's trying and it's honestly just really nice to have a good friend like him! He's willing to break the sort of 'barrier' between your guys communication by learning for you.

-He's also always there to protect you, especially if you come to visit him in the slums. He protects you from quite nearly anyone trying to mess with you because you're his friend, of course!

-Hajun doesn't really have an opinion on the fact that you're deaf or use sign language or writing to communicate. He learns sign language for the sole purpose of you not having to write everything down.

-He won't ever really use sign language himself once he learns unless you aren't able to hear at the very moment for whatever reason it might be. He just prefers to speak since you can in fact hear him.

-Again, similar to Nayuta he kind of protects you in a way from people who tend to be insensitive towards you or act rudely towards you just because you're deaf.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

織姫

cw. f!reader (afab), canon divergent, manga spoilers, established relationship, dissociation, canon-typical violence, non-linear storytelling

pairing. makima x reader

notes. part of the man is a blazing star universe so i would give the two previous fics a read before diving into this one as it is key to understanding everything here. in a way, orihime 「織姫」 is a love letter to what was originally a duology so i hope old readers enjoy spotting the references! i had a lot of fun experimenting with detailing, when not to use it and even when only relying on only dialogue to carry a scene and i hope the payoff works in my favor.

Dawn is a time of day you appreciate more when you don’t have work.

While you ordinarily complained how the hours in those days vanished before you could enjoy them, dawn has always been the exception. Your early mornings have always moved slower compared to the rest. It’s a slow, quiet whisper you value fully, especially now as you enjoy the sound of the waves as you walk your assorted mix of pets on the beach. You’re sure the two of you look like quite the pair with your seven dogs on their leashes and one of your two cats in a leashed harness.

Makima is a woman bathed in the light of dawn. 

You release a sigh of satisfaction, watching your girlfriend go ahead of you as your dogs stretch their legs.

It’s in how the morning rays dapple her form in near perfect circles. In the hues of her pale carmine hair that cascades across her bare skin. It’s even in the gold of her eyes, much like the yellow sun that peeks through the horizon.

It’s strange to think that this time two years ago, Makima had been a colleague you couldn’t stand to be around. Now you’ve willingly allowed a string of fate the exact shade as her hair to bind you both in the most irrevocable of ways.

“I won’t use my power on you, in exchange, we have to stay together forever. We’ll eat a lot together, sleep together, and live a happy life together.”

The contract of a lifetime ー marriage in its own right.

Gone are the days of patrols, weapons and putting your life on the line to ensure the safety of the general populace.

How peculiar this entire journey has been.

You will never pretend your reasons for joining the Bureau were pure of heart; you’d never dreamed of glory or protecting others.

For Makima, you’d gladly put your entire being on the line.

It goes against the nature of the Control Devil to have equal relationships.

Makima has one with you.

Moral ambiguities be damned. I believe in you. It’s a vow you know you will take to your grave as you watch your lover pause, wondering what has caught her excitable dogs’ eyes. Bagheera’s crooked tail tip twitches in interest, bounding forward with clumsy footsteps and you chuckle as you increase your pace so the cat can see it too. Tora, on the other hand, is comfortable in her backpack carrier. This is how mornings are done in your family. “What’s got the troublesome octet so excited?”

“They’ve found a crab,” her voice is amused and mellifluous. Crab sounds like a wonderful idea for dinner and you’re sure she has the same idea when you hear dulcet giggles slip from her person. Like a child, Makima turns to face you with her lips stretched into a delighted smile.

It’s then that carmine suddenly becomes jet and there’s a mole underneath her left eye that wasn’t there before.

Ah.

“[First], I want crab for dinner!” Nayuta beams brightly.

“Damn you have expensive taste,” you tease in spite of your stupor. Right. Those memories aren’t mine.

The dogs you walk remain but all but two of five of them are different from the seven you could have sworn were with you just a moment ago. Bagheera isn’t with you either, succumbing to his health issues years ago when you were still a child. All that remains of the cats you adopted is Tora, an old lady you left at home to snore on the couch with the Power's new kitten.

“Have ‘em,” Himeno told you shortly after you moved in with her in the quiet town of Shonai. “They were yours anyway. Oh, but Meowy’s always been Power’s.”

The ringed eyes are the only part of Nayuta that is the same as the woman from your memories. The eyes and the braid you know she'll twist her hair into later.

You wish the image of that woman would disappear.

Thankfully Nayuta is seemingly unaware of your dilemma. “I’ll get some in a few checks,” you promise and you receive an impish grin in return. You smile instinctively, your earlier troubles assuaged.

It’s a magic only Nayuta possesses.

The magic is disturbed when one of the dogs yelps in pain and Nayuta guffaws at the display of a small crab latched onto its nose.

You wonder if you had grown up surrounded by humans if you would find her reaction unsettling. As one raised among devils and fiends, however, Nayuta’s reaction is only standard even as she yanks the crab away with ease and tosses it into a returning wave. “That’ll teach you not to play with crabs,” Nayuta laughter subsides into chuckles as she pets the pup’s head.

You love the dawn.

How the wind runs its invisible fingers through Nayuta's hair much like a musician strumming the strings of a harp.

How the light of the sun crests Nayuta's head much like a halo although you're sure the god of such beings will likely you spurn you for the comparison. How ironic that a devil is the closest comparison you have to the opposing pole.

When it’s like this, it’s easy to pretend you and Nayuta are the last ones on earth on this beach.

There are no devil hunters, no other humans and there are no other devils either.

You digress that the truth of your reality is fine, however.

You work 6 out of 7 days in a week at a local convenience store all the while Nayuta pursues a degree through online courses at Tohoku University. Himeno goes to the pub once or twice every other week to indulge in the non-alcoholic beverages her sister allows her to drink. Even Power somehow manages a steady job helping Ichika sell the vegetables she grows in the garden. A well-placed hat and even a Fiend can blend in to some extent.

Work is limited for a Fiend in hiding from the government.

Everything is limited when it’s the Control Devil remaining out of the government’s sight.

“Do you ever wish you could actually go on campus?”

“Not particularly.”

Nayuta’s never really been a people person though, so you suppose it truly doesn’t matter to her whether she can physically attend Tohoku or not. So you subsequently deduce that she likely won’t care that she’ll be limited to working remotely for the rest of her life either.

Nayuta fingers dug into the back of your shirt, body tense. Her abilities required she believe one was lesser than her for her to order them, that was impossible when you were both scared out of your wits cornered with nowhere to go.

The woman kept an eye on you both, weapon drawn in one hand, phone in the other. “I found the C-”

Unwittingly, your mind drifts back to the red-haired woman as you watch the loose strands of Nayuta’s hair dance in the wind. Makima.

You don’t know much about the previous incarnation of the Control Devil save for what tidbits you allowed Himeno and Kishibe to tell you. Himeno did her best to sugarcoat it but blunt as Kishibe was, you know for certain that Makima wasn’t the kindest individual.

“ー kept her on a tight leash when she was alive,” the drunkard raised his flask to his lips for the tenth time in the three minutes. Every fiber of your being burns with a hatred for a man that isn’t wholly your own at the comment. “But even with that leash, she was a ticking time bomb. So keep this one on a leash that’s even tighter. Otherwise, she’ll turn out like Makima again.”

Makima is Makima, Nayuta is Nayuta.

ー is ー, you’re you.

“Hey, Nayuta, pick a country,” you call for the one you love. The one you love. The proof is when she turns and Nayuta is all that remains. You don't hate Makima. You don’t think it’s possible to hate any incarnation of the Control Devil. But Makima is who ー loved and their sun had long since fallen. “One that doesn’t have a devil hunting association in it.”

“Seychelles,” Nayuta doesn’t miss a beat, grinning the devilish grin you adore all the while. “We still need to have our honeymoon.”

A dirty sheet turned into a veil rests on jet black hair while you recited your on-the-fly vows.

“Yeah,” you chuff as you rest your hands in your pocket. “I owe you one, huh?”

A honeymoon and the whole wedding too.

ー

“What’s this new job of yours again?”

“I got a gig cashiering the next town over,” you pinch the green collar of your uniform as a physical display of your employment. 

Himeno’s one eye closes as she hums thoughtfully into her mug, “what about your job at the konbini?” Her smile is as plastered as wet cement.

“It doesn’t pay as much,” you shrug. It isn’t the first time Himeno has made some sort of stir about your sudden change in employment, it likely won’t be the last. “If I’m gonna get paid to kiss ass all day, I at least wanna get paid more than chump change.”

“You make chump change as a cashier no matter where you work,” you choose to ignore Himeno’s comment. When her sister’s sharp stare of disapproval lands on the former devil hunter, you know the conversation will be dropped for now. Thanks, Ichika.

Ichika smiles kindly, always a touch too gentle and understanding. It’s easy to appreciate the woman’s soft-hearted nature. “Well, I for one, am glad you have a pay raise even if it’s somewhere else,” the dark-haired woman tells you. “We both are,” her soft blue eyes dare her sister to disagree with her sentiments. Himeno is smart enough not to voice against them. Gentle as Ichika is, Himeno will always crumble at the threat of her anger. “What time will you be home? We should eat something special to celebrate!”

“Crab sound good this weekend?” At your suggestion, Nayuta perks with interest for the first time since breakfast began. You bump your knees together lightly. With what you’ll be making now, you can afford to buy her crab every night. “I can pick some up before I head back after my last shift of the week.”

On the other side of the table, Power is just as interested in the suggestion. “Crab,” the horned woman inquires with a fiendish grin. “Finally something worthy of my taste buds! Servant,” the Blood Fiend’s strawberry-colored locks whip around in her excitement. It’s only barely doused by the unamused look Himeno shoots in her direction. Barely. “Human,” an improvement. “Make a crab dish for us!”

Ichika takes Power’s demands in stride, “I think crab would be a nice treat. Don’t you?”

Matching blue gazes share a quiet conversation before Himeno relents with a tired smile, “I guess crab isn’t that bad an idea.”

Power guffaws with prideful glee as Nayuta’s expression twists into impish satisfaction. Her few-weeks-old dream of crab will finally be fulfilled. A peaceful glow washes over you as you take in the sight of her drinking miso soup from a finely polished bowl.

Himeno’s house is a far cry from the abandoned building you both once called home.

The wooden floor is clean, not dirtied from even filthier shoes and haphazardly drawn images made with sharp rocks used as chalk. In this house, you have three meals a day. The limit to what you can take is no longer reduced to only what you’re able to carry.

It’s a life you always dreamed you’d one day share.

Although admittedly you never accounted for the additional humanoid bodies living in it. 

“Well, I gotta get goin’,” you slurp the last of your black tea before wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “See you guys later,” you stack your dishes neatly atop one another, waving off Ichika’s attempt to take them from you. “See you later,” you tell Nayuta warmly, pressing your lips against hers for only a  moment to spare yourself from feeling one of Power’s dirty napkins hitting your shoulder. “Have a good day at school.”

“Call me for lunch,” to the untrained ear, it’s a demand. To one as experienced as yourself in the language of Nayuta, it’s a request.

It’s an uncannily peaceful morning for a household of humans, fiends and devils. One that religious zealots would lose their minds over. 

On an ordinary morning you yearn for the comfort of your and Nayuta’s bed and letting the hours roll by as you embark on your quest for work. This time, your stomach twists with discomfort as you hit the freeway.

It’s nearly an ordinary morning.

As you promptly pass the exit that actually would have led to the town next door, you know the last chance for ‘ordinary’ has sailed. The nearly three hours long drive it takes to get to Sendai is long enough for you to stew in your guilt. You park inconspicuously near the woodsy outskirts of the city, thumbs resting on the steering wheel.

It’s too late to turn back now, you remind yourself. I’m doing this for us.

Two adult passports.

Visas.

Housing.

Food.

Permanent Residency.

You’d never be able to save for it all with the chump change you’d been making at the local konbini. Nor would Nayuta ever be able to live a free life under the restrictions placed on you by those who took you in. There is no major country in the world Nayuta can be free in.

Nayuta had been a stranger, once upon a time. A stranger who never existed in your conscience and whose life you never perceived.

Then your eyes met and you experienced the birth of a universe.

You’ll gladly put your entire being on the line.

“Do you want to protect Nayuta?” Your grip tightens for a moment longer before finally reaching for the duffle bag you hid underneath the passenger seat.

“Well yeah, obviously.”

“Then follow two rules. Stay away from major cities and don’t join the Public Safety Devil Hunters.”

You've technically broken only one of Kishibe’s rules.

ー

Your parents used to take the first day of school very seriously.

It was always a momentous time when you went up a grade level. Photos were snapped constantly and after the first day ended successfully, there’d always be some sort of celebratory dinner. When you saw Ichika tearfully take in yours and Nayuta’s uniforms, you can tell things in this household were going to go the same way.

“The two of you are starting to become young women,” she smiled sappily, polaroid camera already in hand. “It feels like it was only yesterday you two came here and now you’re already going to school! You’re both so beautiful!”

Nayuta certainly was, you wanted to say. Her chin-length black hair now stretched to the upper middle of her back, framing her gold-colored eyes perfectly. But that would only make Ichika gush further about how you both were equally gorgeous like a proud mother.

You’d have thought you and Nayuta were infants when you were brought to this house with how Ichika coo’d and aww’d. Except the two of you were already thirteen when you’d come to the Nagano household and a year later, the school term had been going on for a few months. It had been unclear if you’d be starting high school or being held back. Donned in the dark brown uniform of Higashi Middle School, you knew the answer.

Even Power had on a uniform, refusing to be left out of the celebrations.

“That’s right, our little women,” Himeno laughed, holding an energy drink like it was a beer can. “Smile for the camera!”

You were able to turn the corners of your lips into a smile but, if anything, Nayuta’s scowl only deepened.

“Nayuta,” Himeno sighed in frustration. “I know you’re upset that you and [First] are in different classes but we’ve been through this. It’ll be good for you. Ichika,” she looked to her sister for support, blue eyes pleading. “back me up on this.”

Nagano Younger placed the camera down with an empathetic smile, “don’t you want to make friends?”

Ringed yellow eyes practically glowed as Nayuta sharply looked at the woman, “what do we need friends for? All [First] needs is me.”

The Nagano sisters shared a look that was a mixture of concern and exasperation. The primary debate of the weekend had finally reared its ugly head just before you were due to leave. Before either of them could say anything to placate their youngest ward, however, Power's manic laughter filled the air. When she had her fill of amusement, she rubbed the bottom of her nose as her laughs faded into chuckles. “The Great Power was once this immature,” Once? “Nayuta!” She points a sharp nail in the direction of the only other non-human in the house. “Stop behaving like a child! You’re reflecting poorly on my teachings!”

“Bark like a dog.”

Power dropped on all fours and barked the moment the demand left Nayuta’s mouth. The actual dogs in the house went into an excited frenzy, barking alongside with her.

“What did I tell you about taking your powers out on people because you’re upset,” all hints of playfulness left Himeno’s body in favor of displeasure. “Nayuta,” she placed her energy drink on the table at the young devil’s silence. Ichika sighed quietly, placing her camera down before she quietly turned to the kitchen.

“The two of you need to learn how to interact with people. Outside of the house,” the former devil hunter took a glance at the barking fiend. When she sighed, you knew Himeno likely thought that even the interactions within the house needed some work. “Now hurry up and turn Power back.” Nayuta directed her gaze to the nearest window instead. “Nayuta, I’m not asking.”

“Just wait a moment,” Ichika’s lark-like voice rang from where she went about her business. Hurriedly, she arrived with two bowls of ice cream in hand. With her sharp sense of smell, it captured Nayuta’s attention immediately and she held out her hands expectantly. “Don’t you have something you need to do first, young lady?”

Nayuta blinked, seemingly confused as she followed her gaze to where Power crawled on the floor. In the blink of an eye, the barking stopped. “Thank you,” Ichika nodded in satisfaction before she finally handed you both a bowl each, winking at you knowingly.

Power returned to her feet, cheeks hot with anger but whatever she was going to say, she stopped in her tracks the moment you held the bowl of ice cream Ichika gave you directly under her nose. It only took a beat before the Blood Fiend grinned, lifting the bowl as if it's her newest kill. “Gahahaha! I suppose I can accept your humble offerings,” you snorted quietly at the display. If anyone was the child in this house, it was her.

Himeno threaded her fingers through gray and navy blue hair with a whiny sigh, “everyone in this house wants me to age, Ichika. And we can’t just use ice cream to bribe her into behaving! Why does she get ice cream if I don’t get to keep beer!”

“Because your doctor said to either quit or be placed on a liver transplant list so you’d have a head start,” Himeno withered under her sister’s less-than-amused glare. “And I hope you savor that energy drink. Remember what we agreed on - one can per month.”

“And it’s always the smallest size possible,” Himeno grumbled, looking much like a child herself. If you hadn’t known who the older sister was, you would have assumed otherwise. “And low in sugar so it tastes absolutely disgusting.”

Ichika ignored the jab, knowing her sister would drink the disgusting low-sugar drink regardless. “Nayuta,” she began thoughtfully. “I know how important it was for you that you and [First] be in the same class. But there are going to be times when you have to interact with other people and we want you to be able to navigate those times with ease. There are going to be more opportunities for you both to be in the same class, we just want you to be okay with times where you aren’t.” When Ichika looked to you for assistance, Nayuta’s golden gaze turned to you as well.

We can socialize and be in the same class at the same time, can’t we? Truthfully, you hadn’t been thrilled with the class assignments either. It had been you against the world before you met Nayuta when you were left alone on the streets of Beijing. Not knowing what would happen to you with your parents gone, school didn’t seem all too important. You think you might have liked school, you truthfully can’t remember. You even had friends, good friends. You couldn’t seem to remember their faces either. Too much had happened to hold onto those memories.

The last time you’d been in school, you were seven.

It took a fair bit of home study for you and Nayuta to be ready for even middle school. If you had to go to school again, you wanted it to be by each other’s side. The school administration had different thoughts, it seemed. But underneath Ichika’s hopeful eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to spurn her goodwill. You liked Ichika, she was kind. “If we’re in different classes, we can go on dates for lunch. And I can walk you to class each day, like in the movies.”

It’s only when she heard those words that Nayuta looked even remotely enthused about your separation.

“See?” Ichika’s smile widened in her appreciation.

“Alright,” Nayuta leaned against you, not entirely pleased but no longer entirely upset.

It was a solid victory as far as Ichika was concerned.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Nayuta and Power indulged in their ice cream and when they were finished, Ichika indulged in getting her celebratory photo. Power held her peace sign while yours and Nayuta’s arms were linked tightly. Lunches packed and promises of an extravagant dinner made, the two of you finally left home hand in hand.

ー

“I know damn well that a Fish Devil costs more than that,” you scowl at your employer. “I didn’t drive over two hours to Sendai for you to stiff me on the price. I’ll take this to Yamaguchi if I have to.” That’s the problem with these underground devil hunting jobs. If someone wants to short change you, they will short change you. It’s been five months since you’ve begun your dealings with Nishida and the oaf never ceases trying to pull the wool over your eyes.

“Come on now, [Last],” the slimy businessman raises his hands as if placating a child. He looks more like a Pimp Named Slickback with his crinkled purple suit than someone who works in devil hunting. You suppose one working under the table can’t complain. “We’re old friends, aren’t we?”

“Tell me that when we’ve known each other for a decade,” you point your gloved finger against the desk two, three, four times. Each thudding strongly against the tabletop rattling the bloody axe you’ve placed on it. “550,000 yen. I don’t want even a decimal less.”

Nishida’s lips curl in dismay, “have I ever told you that you’re a real bitch to work with?”

You’ll continue to be one until you’ve gathered all you could, “acknowledgement from the queen of bitches is a real honor. I want my check.”

He rolls his eyes and calls you a few more choice swears under his breath, but he finally complies in writing a check with the correct amount. If you had been anyone else, perhaps Nishida could have paid you the 230,000 yen without issue. Perhaps you’d have even considered that a steal. Your training under Kishibe and Himeno taught you more about pricing devils than you were prepared to admit.

What are the ethics to killing devils when you are dating one?

You decide to follow the devil code of ethics. Kill or be killed, it’s that simple.

It’s never been a question if Nayuta would spurn you for such acts if she were to ever learn of them. It’s the fact you know Nayuta would follow you to Sendai in a heartbeat.

“I found the C-”

You will never bring those unfinished words to reality.

Carefully you remove the gloves on your hands to even more carefully extract your wallet from the ziplock bag you keep it in, placing your check within its pockets. Then you tuck it all away once more before donning a clean pair of gloves instead.

“Ugh, I’m getting hot just looking at you,” Nishida groans, eying you as if you were equal parts insane and excessive. You wonder if he’ll ever get used to the lengths you go to make sure no trace of blood and the smells of other devils touch your person. You don’t even put your axe in the car, it hasn’t been there since it had been a new purchase. No, you keep the rusting thing right here in Nishida’s crappy building in Sendai’s slums.

Trying to hide something from Nayuta’s nose is like trying to rob a bank blindfolded. “I told you already, I don’t want the blood getting on me. Killing devils is gross,” you wave the man off. Five months you’ve been doing this and you haven’t slipped up yet. Your ritual is the same each time ー before you start hunting, you dress in what is practically a glorified hazmat suit. Once work is done, you take it all off with gloves covering your hands and dump it in the trash.”

“It just seems like a lot of hassle,” Nishida scratches the back of his head, nonplussed. “If this ever gets in the way of your job, don’t come crying to me.”

“This coming from the man who doesn’t do the hunting himself is crazy,” you click your tongue in unsurprised annoyance. If it means keeping your proclivities a secret from the house, you’ll wear the hazmats again and again. “I’m not coming in tomorrow, I have a date with my girlfriend. Something you know nothing about. Well, you did. Until about a month ago, right?”

The look on Nishida’s face almost makes you feel better about his attempt to scam you. Almost. “Just go home before I decide to take my offers of employment elsewhere!”

You chortle with pleasure as you finally exit his dusty office.

When you arrive home, the wind must have blown your scent through the door or a cracked window because you walk into Makima’s arms the moment you pass through the door. “Welcome home, [First],” Makima greets you adoringly, red tresses brushing against your jaw. Her arms are as warm as her voice, wrapped around you as loose as one called the Control Devil will allow.

It’s instinctive, how quickly you return the embrace. “That professor finally off your ass?” Strange. Since when has Makima been a student?

Nayuta pulls away from you slightly, just enough to look you in the eye as you converse. Nayuta is the student, you remember. Business management is what she studies. “I don’t know why he-” Nayuta blinks as she takes all of your visuals in. “[First], what’s wrong?”

Your smile falters, “it’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Tired of the memories that don’t belong to you. “Management just really loves working their best employee.” You’re happy tonight is Himeno and Ichika’s pub night where they never drink alcohol but do engage in the card games with the locals. Himeno’s been trying to catch in the midst of a lie you’re sure no one can detect. 

“Want me to talk to them then?” Nayuta is too quick to offer her services. I’m earning more than enough now. “I’ll get you a manager’s salary too.”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “I just want it to be tomorrow for our date already.” You’ll be dying silk scarves in town and then you’ll head to a restaurant. If it weren’t for the restrictive life forced upon you by the world you live in, maybe the two of you would live somewhere more exciting. Somewhere with more than enough novelties for you to gawk at in awe.

Nayuta snorts at your dramatic lament, “you’re so cheesy.”

“You’re the cheesy one,” you blow a raspberry against the juncture between her jaw and neck and Nayuta squeals immediately.

“Gahahaha!” Nayuta ducks away and you giggle in return. She’s always been a bit ticklish, you’re simply the one lucky enough to do so without repercussions.

“I know ways to make tomorrow come much faster,” Power’s snark cuts through your flirting like a dull knife. The Blood Fiend rarely ever sits still unless it is mealtime or she is watching something thrilling enough. The evening news normally is usually not something that makes Power lay down in the middle of the living room floor on a throw pillow yet here she is. "Being stricken with blunt force guarantees many hours to pass you unknowingly.'

You raise an eyebrow at Power’s unwarranted attitude, “what’s got you in such a shitty mood?” 

“They mentioned the Chainsaw Devil on the news earlier,” Nayuta recounts as if telling you the weather report. She looks over her shoulder at where Power lays coolly. “It’s the anniversary of when the Bomb and Chainsaw Devils showed up in Tokyo.” Right, I forgot. They only showed up once however many years ago and still the news would cover it like it could happen again at any moment. You secretly believe Hayakawa Power hopes for the same. You never met Hayakawa Denji, you only heard the stories. He sounded like an even bigger handful than Power.

Power is all that remains from everyone who once claimed the Hayakawa name as their own.

“Don’t mention that name in front of me!” Power snarls without looking in your direction. She doesn’t move to change the channel regardless.

“Pitiful,” Nayuta comments but her grip around you tightens in spite of it as she rests her ear against your chest.

Pitiful.

You open one too many bags of popcorn while Nayuta puts on one of the Inazuma Eleven DVDs Power got on her birthday last year. The five dogs excitedly run around the house to the sound of Power obnoxiously singing "Stand up! Stand up! We love football!" Tora is content to rest on your lap and Meowy the Second takes off with her second popcorn kernel.

To wait this long for someone who ran away and never looked back is pitiful.

A Power who isn’t living up to her proudly chosen name is even more so.

You breathe in the scent of Nayuta’s shampoo as she rests her head on your shoulder. It really is too damn pitiful.

ー

“You ever wonder why there are devils but no angels?”

One of Nayuta’s classmates’ words piqued your interest from the other side of the room. Nayuta’s eyes followed yours in vague interest at the students piled in the corner. The only one you personally recognized was Yamada Moe, your class’ president. True to your word, you were on a date for lunch.

As much of a date it could be at school, anyway.

Everyday the lunch hour reared its delicious head, you’d make your way to Nayuta’s class to eat with her. “I mean, think about it. If devils are physical manifestations of the things we fear, why are there no physical manifestations of the things we love? Like, there are plenty of people who love snakes. So why’s there no Snake Angel?”

“A Chicken Angel would be pretty damn powerful then,” a different girl, likely the class clown, chirped. “But would angels be biblically accurate?” Her eyebrows move mischievously at her suggestions.

“Don’t say that,” Moe covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled. Her deep dark brown hair, the color of charred wood, is pulled back into a ponytail and her green eyes sparkled at the thought. “I’d love to see a Hamster Angel then.”

“Or even a Mermaid Angel! That would be so pretty!”

“Mermaids aren’t real, Rika.”

“Neither are zombies but there’s still a Zombie Devil,” ‘Rika’ sputtered in her defense, cheeks pink. “Everyone’s afraid of zombies and everyone loves mermaids, so both would exist by that logic!”

You considered their words with a silent hum. Himeno said she met an Angel Devil once, I think. I wonder how strong he is.

“ー and Makima had promised me to protect him if anything ever came out about him but, well,” Himeno trailed off before vaguely gesturing towards you. You remembered the discomfort of it even as the woman brushed it off with a warm palm placed on your head. “It’s fine though. Kishibe’s given me no updates concerning him and in our business, that’s a good thing. That twerp is doing just fine.”

If an Angel Devil is the manifestation of humanity’s fear of angels, you wondered what a Devil Angel would be like.

“Rika, Tomoko,” Nayuta placed her chopsticks atop her empty lunch box before resting her cheek on her hand. “Give me your desserts,” she yawned. Beneath the table, her legs twined with yours.

“Sure thing, Nayuta,” Rika beamed, holding up a pudding cup enthusiastically.

Tomoko nodded, looking relieved, “my mom packed me too many things anyway.”

Moe glowered in your direction.

It was almost reminiscent of the times you were both street urchins and Nayuta used her powers to ensure you’d be able to eat that day. The only difference is, as Tomoko and Rika walk the moderate distance to your half of the room, that you no longer are that desperate to eat. Nayuta smiled when she saw, among their treats, was an anpan roll with roasted black sesame seeds. Sweets were the secret to this young girl’s heart, all hints of disinterest washed away. Cute. “It’s one of your favorites, [First],” enthusiastically she opened the packaging before raising it to your lips. “Does it taste good?”

You relished the mixture of bread, sesame and adzuki beans on your tongue, “yeah, this is pretty nice.” You looked over at the unsuspecting girls who are too happy to help. Too happy and unaware of the reality of the situation. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” Rika brushed off your gratitude with a dispassionate wave of her hand. “What kind of angels would you guys be excited to see? Mermaid Angels would be pretty cool, right?”

You shrugged, not wanting to reveal your inherent bias, “I can’t really imagine what an angel would be like. We’ve never seen one.” 

“I just think if we had angels, they would be the ones fighting devils,” Tomoko sighed wistfully, light years away from where you were gathered in class 3-C. “Love is the strongest thing in the world, right?”

“The power of love is cheesy,” Nayuta scoffed.

The three of you ー Tomoko, Rika and yourself ー shared a look of varying degrees of disbelief.

“Since you find it so cheesy, maybe you can finally stop blocking the halls when you makeout and cuddle in the hallway,” Moe rolled her eyes from where she still sat, nose scrunched in equal measures of disgust. Her eyes held your own with a look of annoyance and you couldn’t hold back a snort.

“We are pretty annoying, huh,” you snickered, winking at how Nayuta was still holding the pastry near your lips. Laughter of agreement followed your admission from those sprinkled across the room save for two individuals. If Nayuta had been someone else, perhaps she would have withered under the scathing eyes of class 3-A’s president. Because she wasn't someone else, though, she met the glare with her own. “Even the Love Devil would hate us,” you bit into the roll once again, stealing Nayuta’s attention.

“The Love Devil is probably ugly anyway,” Nayuta replied with a petulant smirk.

Lunch continued without further hiccups, much to your relief. The desserts were eaten and the desks were back in place and it was time for you to head back to class. Nayuta still wasn’t entirely pleased at your class assignments, but she got better about it the following months. The ‘dates’ and walks had kept her placated.

“Thanks for that, [First],” Himeno sighed gratefully when Nayuta was in the bath after your celebratory dinner. “When are kids supposed to stop having temper tantrums? We really don’t need her having one at school. You have to be her anchor.”

You’d have done that even if Himeno didn’t want it. “I’ll pick you up after class,” you told Nayuta unnecessarily but you knew she liked the reassurance. You’d always come back for her even if there was distance standing in the way of that.

“You can make out with Nagano later,” Moe scoffed as she walked past you to room 3-A.

Nayuta glared over your shoulder at the brunette, “she’s ugly.”

“I do gotta get to class though,” you sighed heavily, throwing an arm over Nayuta's shoulder. She returned the gesture with both arms thrown around you. “My adoring fans in 3-A await me.”

“You don’t need your adoring fans when you have me,” Nayuta hugged you tighter and you don’t find yourself disagreeing.

You tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “that’s pretty true. Those guys mean nothing. You’re my number one.” Gold eyes looked at you like you were a dream before you had to turn around.

“Why do you even like her?” Moe scoffed as you caught up lazily. “She’s awful.”

“She’s cute,” your lips curled at the waves of irritation directed at you further. 

Moe’s expression contorted into one of disgust at your answer, storming ahead of you. “People like you disgust me. You’re bullies.” We still sit next to each other so you’re not really doing anything, you know. Knowing it would be pointless telling the girl that, you looked over your shoulder to wave at Nayuta one last time before ducking into class. 

“At least pretend to pay attention,” a quiet whisper from your right caught your attention. You shrugged, unbothered. You’ve withstood more terrifying things. Whatever you failed to do, that only seemed to upset the class president even further. “Follow along with the text before the teacher calls on you.”

“I forgot my textbook,” you whispered back, directing your eyes forward.

“You didn’t think to ask someone to look at theirs?” Moe asked incredulously.

You thumbed in the direction of the empty desk to your left. Kinomiya wasn’t there to mooch off of that day. “And it isn’t like you like me, or anything. I’ll just get the notes from someone else.”

“Unlike you, I’m a good person,” Moe muttered, raising her desk just enough that it wouldn’t make a sound as she pressed it against yours. “I’d have shared if you asked.”

“There are no good or bad people, just good or bad actions,” you countered her belief with one of your own. There aren’t even any devils that are purely bad. They only become bad to you because they killed someone you care about. Or because they destroyed something you considered precious. But if there was a devil that killed other devils and rescued people, you’d say they were good.

This philosophy could be applied even to angels.

Angels would only be considered good if they did help humanity fight against devils. If there were angels in an unseen place known as Heaven, they definitely didn’t feel called to fight against the apparent wicked. They didn’t feel called to defend the apparent helpless humans of Earth. And by that definition, that would make them bad creatures. Angels would be bad to you. “And if you have to say you’re a good person, you’re probably not as good as you think you are.” Moe gasped, brow furrowed in her offense as you leaned closer to read the page. “Thanks.”

She couldn’t have made it more apparent how much she hated you with how quickly she separated her desk from yours at the end of the day. You shrugged, not particularly bothered by the reaction.

Some people never meshed with each other and that was that.

Moe hated you and you were indifferent to her existence.

You initially believed Nayuta’s thoughts were the same as yours until she started wiping your arm as if it were filthy after school.

“You stink,” Nayuta’s nose scrunched in obvious displeasure, rubbing your arm as if she could scrub the smell of Yamada Moe away. Even now you were in awe of how strong her sense of smell was; Moe hadn’t even been wearing perfume. “Why do you smell like her?” If she meant to be intimidating in her glare, she failed before she could even try. Her furrowed brow was more cute than nerve racking. 

“I forgot my textbook so we had to share,” you recalled the glares and looks of dismay. “She was not happy about it. I think Bags was lying on it so I didn’t see it when we were leaving.” You’d simply remember to check your book bag more thoroughly tomorrow morning. When you were a sizable distance from campus, you recalled the earlier discussion from lunch. “What did you think about all that angel talk at lunch today?”

“That humans are dumb,” as if realizing how that sounded, Nayuta pressed against you as you walked down the path apologetically. “99% of them.”

“You can say it, a lot of humans are dumb,” hands still woven together, you side step away just long enough to playfully tug Nayuta against. Power’s characteristic ‘gahahaha’s slip from Nayuta’s lips again, you aren’t sure when she started unconsciously mimicking her. It’s cute though. “Angels are just angels, even if they did exist. And it wouldn’t be like there’s a guarantee they’d want to just help humans either.”

“That’s because humans are arrogant,” Nayuta didn’t hold back her criticism with her concerns of offending you assuaged. “And they want to control the nature of everything. Fish swim, plants photosynthesize. Hurting is fine for devils.” 

You chuckled at her choice of words, “I’d be the Pride Devil.” You took ownership of the inherent arrogance you possessed as a human of this good year. 

“You’d be the [First] Devil,” Nayuta argued head tossed back joyously at the thought, giggling all the while.

“I don’t think enough people hate me for that to happen,” you chortled as you swung your hands back and forth. “Class Prez might, though. Maybe I should watch out. What if a [First] Devil does show up, am I gonna be replaced?”

Nayuta snorted affectionately, gold eyes bright like the sun, “you’re so dumb.”

A peaceful silence fell over you both and you released a satisfied breath. You wanted moments like this to last forever. “One day,” you looked at the orange-red sky above. “I’m gonna get old. At least, if I don’t die before then. But whatever ends up happening, we’re gonna be different,” you promised before Nayuta could protest what you’d begun to announce. “We’re not like them.”

ー and Makima’s time was too short; you’d heard that enough times since living with the Naganos.

That wasn’t going to be you and Nayuta.

“We’re not gonna be like them,” you promised, squeezing her hand tightly. “We’re gonna live forever.”

ー　

When was it when the image of Makima began to haunt you like a ghost?

You remember now, it had been in October of your first and last year of middle school when Nayuta finally started braiding her hair. You’d been fine that morning up until she came to the kitchen and you dropped the jar of pickled radishes, quietly sobbing until you caught a fever.

“Do you hate my hair being like this?” Nayuta asked in the quiet of the room you shared. It’s large and spacious, fit for three people. You never understood why the third bed in the room was kept when Nayuta never slept in any bed that wasn’t your own. The dogs and cats got a kick out of it, at the very least. So did Power who was shuffling about in the kitchen, banging pots and pans.

“I think it’s pretty. You’re pretty no matter how you do your hair.”

“I found a picture of the old me in Himeno’s room. The old us. She had her hair like this in all of Himeno’s memories too.”

“You used your powers on Himeno?”

“When she took a nap the other day. I wanted,” Nayuta trailed off, arms wrapped around her knees and eyes downcast. You were too hot to cuddle but she sat on the floor by your side anyway. “I wanted to know what the old me was like. Himeno didn’t like her very much. She liked the old you better. She liked that Aki person more though.”

Power’s Aki, you recalled from the photos  in a photo album Ichika made for Power’s birthday. “Himeno likes you though. I told you before, we’re not ー and Makima. It doesn’t matter if she didn’t like her.” Maybe Himeno had a thing against redheads.

“She thinks it sometimes. I can tell.”

I know.

“The old man said I was selfish when he met us.”

“I like that you’re selfish. We both get to be selfish at this point. Do you know how long we were in that dump?” You shared a laugh at the memory of the dump in question. The mattress was old as sin, rock hard and the blankets you owned couldn’t keep crickets out let alone the cold. “I miss robbing that one guy with the dolphin apron. He made the best dumplings. Wish we could have found the secret formula so we could still make them.”

“Humans can be dumb but the food is really good,” Nayuta’s lips turned upright.

You shift a bit so you can lay on your side, facing her more clearly, “do you remember what it was like in Hell?”

Nayuta shook her head, braid dancing to the motion. “Only little bits and pieces, but it’s blurry,” she disclosed, words soft. “I only remember wanting to leave soon.”

“When I was a kid, I always thought I was missing something,” you hold out your hand and Nayuta’s fingers slip into your own. You never knew another hand could be this warm, not even when your parents were alive. You don’t think you’d truly been warm until you met the girl who changed everything. You wanted to hold onto this life; hold it for as long as you could. You disavowed that there’d be a day you’d stop being you and Nayuta stopped being Nayuta and the new versions of you would run into the dawn hand in hand. You and Nayuta would live forever. “I’m really happy that I found you.”

Any sentimentality in the room was immediately blown away by the sound of Power kicking open the door.

“We have a doorknob, Power,” you groaned. Then you caught a whiff of the smell of broth, chicken and vegetables and raised yourself into a sitting position. Taking note of your realization, the strawberry-haired fiend puffed out her chest proudly as she presented the tray to you. The bowl was filled to the brim with soup, sloshing over the lip as she stepped forward and the crackers were worse for wear because of it. “You cooked?”

“Homemade! Straight from the can!” Power placed the tray on your lap, hands resting on her hips. “You humans are fragile creatures, so I decided to grant you my assistance.”

You had to purse your lips together to prevent yourself from laughing. “You know what, thanks, Power,” you let the fiend have her moment. Her homemade straight-from-the-can soup smelled pretty damn good.

ー

“Ichika, are you dating anyone?”

“What brought that on so suddenly?”

You shrug from where you sit at the kitchen table. “Because you never go anywhere unless it’s the farmer’s market,” you point out deftly. Work and home, that’s all either Nagano sister seems to have time for, save for the occasional pub night. No one in this house has much of a social life when you ponder it for more than two seconds. “We were kids before but it’s not like you don’t have a life now.” 

“You’re all still kids to me,” Ichika’s laugh is light and playful, like she’s daring you to protest otherwise.

“Power might be,” you lean back in your chair with a quiet snort. “She’s always been a handful.”

It’s rare for the house to be this quiet between the dogs and Power. The former are on a walk with Nayuta and the latter tagged along with Himeno to the market. Power has a child-like nature you doubt will ever fade. If something happens to Ichika and Himeno, what’s going to happen to Power?

“I recall all three of you being handfuls,” Ichika continues washing away at a plate with a laugh. “I’m not sure how you remember it but you and Nayuta had your moments too.” You remember your last first day of middle school and how Nayuta turned Power into a dog. You can recall many instances of Power falling prey to Nayuta’s power, truthfully. Himeno hated it. “Well, you had the least amount of tantrums, so I suppose I can give you that.”

You snort, lips curling in amusement, “name one tantrum I had.”

“I distinctly recall the time you were upset Himeno ate your leftovers.”

“That was different,” you cross your arms resolutely. “I counted everything I had left and put the numbers on the box!” If Power has a child-like nature, Himeno is a permanent child at heart. “I told her if she wanted something, to let me know. But she didn’t! She just wanted to mooch off my plate!” How many times has she put me through this? She hasn’t changed since I quit working at the Bureau.

“Himeno, I’m getting something to eat. What do you want?”

“It’s okay, I’m not hungry.”

“Himeno,” you eyed the woman with your lips pressed together and eyes narrowed. “I’m getting something to eat. What. Do you want?”

“Nothing, ー, geez! I’m not even hungry!”

“Liar, because I know damn well the moment I get back you’re going to want whatever I’m having! You know what, at this point, get your ass up. We’re leaving.”

“Wow,” Himeno held a hand against her chest, mockingly crushed. “This is how little you trust your best friend? I thought we had something special.”

“I trust you as much as I trust Nanaka not to poison me the first chance she gets,” you’d only been working for Japan’s Public Safety Devil Hunters for a month and the brunette still hated you. Apparently the transgressions of being assigned the partner of her beloved Makima was too heavy a crime. “I think I saw a new Italian place open up by the convenience store ran by that Brazilian couple I told you about.”

“Are you alright, dear?” You rub your forehead as if the motion will chase away ー’s memories with a vengeance.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I never worked at the Bureau, you remind yourself. And I don’t want to. I’m no hero. That was ー’s desire. You only desire that which is most simple. “But you never answered my question. We’re not kids anymore.”

Ichika sets aside her wet rubber gloves on the drying rack, wiping the remnants of moisture onto her apron. “You don’t have to worry about me, [First]. I’ve never been the social butterfly, my sister’s always been the brave one.” You wonder what memories Ichika recalls as she takes a seat in her usual spot across the table. “That’s why she became a devil hunter. But even when we were in school, she got along with everybody.”

“You said you were in the tea ceremony club, right?”

She perks up in pleasant surprise, “that’s right! I’m surprised you remember!” The summer before you started high school, Ichika pulled out their old yearbooks from when they were students. “It feels like just yesterday both of you were in high school.”

“It basically was just yesterday.” It hadn’t been long at all since graduation and your classmates flocked out of Shonai to various major cities across the country. Everyone but the two of you. “High school was… better than middle school.”

“That it was,” you know from the slight frown on Ichika’s face she is remembering exactly how much of a mess your time at Higashi Middle School had been. So much so you transferred to Kitahoro Middle halfway through attendance. “It was hard for the two of you.”

ー

“[Last]?” A voice that twinkles like a bell calls for you. “[Full name] is that you?”

It’s a little past lunch that Saturday afternoon and the day is sleepy for both humans and devils. You hadn’t seen so much as even a trace of devil activity, deciding to have an early lunch after tossing your weapon of choice underneath a dumpster in a back alley.

You turn around at the sound of your name, fearful it is Himeno who has found you.

Thankfully, this person is Himeno’s opposite in every way.

Their eyes are green instead of blue and their hair is a dark brown instead of navy.

I know this person.

“Oh, Class Prez,” you blink in realization. Yamada Moe, in the flesh. “It’s been a while.”

ー

On a school day like any other it announced that Kiritani Tomoko had been killed by a devil. Rare as that was in a small town like Shonai, everyone had been shaken up. 

“How ironic,” you heard the whispers from the adults around you. “It was the Rooster Devil. How ironic when her family raises chickens. Even here in Shonai, devils are everywhere.”

Adults who in the same breath greet Power and Nayuta with warmth whenever they are seen walking down the street.

Hypocrites.

Tomoko’s death is unfortunate but you won’t pretend it was something that impacted you personally. To the president of 3-A, Yamada Moe, it was an unforgivable blow. You didn’t see her during lunch in 3-C, nor did she come back from lunch despite leaving her bookbag and pen on her desk.

“Rika’s not here, either,” Nayuta told you when you pointed out the empty desk.

You aren’t saddened by the death of Kiritani Tomoko but you know of a death you couldn’t recover from.

So you don’t fight it when your teacher tells you to find where Moe has slipped away to and you don’t drag her back from the ponytail when you find her crying on the rooftop either. “Hey,” you closed the door behind you.

“Just go away,” Moe shuddered, holding herself tighter. “Why are you even here?”

“Hori-sensei wanted me to come find you.”

Moe raises her head with hot anger, eyes red and weary, “like you suddenly care about being a good student.”

“I told you before, didn’t I?” You plopped on the ground in spite of Moe’s protests, hands resting on your lap. The autumn wind is comforting against your skin and the rolling clouds are fluffy. An unsuspecting day to learn someone from school died. “I don’t believe in good or bad people. People just do good or bad things. But I get it,” you shrugged lackadaisically. “Nayuta does a lot of bad things. It isn’t like I’m a saint either, we’ve done plenty of bad. If that makes us bad people to you, that’s fine. But I get what it’s like to lose people too.

“My parents were good ones. But some asshole hit them with their car when I was seven and I was stuck on my own until I was thirteen,” what would have happened to you next if you had left things to the authorities around you? You’re unsure. At seven years old, running away seemed like the best option at the time. No princes would be coming to save you so you became your own prince. “Devils. Cops. Figuring out what to eat. The other people out on the streets could be the worst too. I got into a lot of fights back then.” All to lie in a building the government had yet to demolish. “I thought the world ended. Or at least my place in it had. If I never met Nayuta, I’m not sure how much longer I could have kept going like that.”

Spotting movement to your left, you looked to Moe and your eyes caught one another.

Red as her eyes were, they were wide at your confession with her mouth slightly ajar. “It’s corny but when she’s here, I feel like I can do anything.” Survive on the streets for months or even fight devil hunters that were planning to kill you before you could blink. “So she gets to do awful things. Nayuta can do the most awful things in the world. She’s perfect.” She’d been perfect the moment you met her. “So I can’t say much about being sad about Tomoko, because I didn’t know her like that. But I know how it feels to lose someone and I know what it’s like to be terrified it’ll happen again. So for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your friend.”

“Sorry,” Moe murmured. "Thank you."

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, you’re the one upset.”

...

“Aren’t you supposed to make me go back to class?”

“I’ll just tell Teach I got lost or something,” you yawned. “It’s none of his business.”

“You’re actually a good person, aren’t you?” Moe sniffled, resting her forehead against her knees. “You just pretend to be mean.”

“Good people don’t exist,” you sang, watching the clouds roll by. “Now mean, that I can be.”

“Now you’re being stubborn,” Moe muttered under her breath, sniffing again. “You’re good. It’s just being with Nagano Nayuta makes you act like a jerk.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to like her,” you close your eyes with a light smile. “The less people realizing all her positive sides, the more Nayuta there is for me.”

“I don’t know how you stomach being around her,” you shrugged. “She’s like poison. The two of you together doesn’t feel right. She doesn’t feel right.

You open one eye, “what do you mean?”

“It’s just a feeling I get,” Moe explained vaguely, twisting her hands together anxiously.

.

“Nayuta, don’t use your powers at school for a while.”

“Why not?”

“I found the C-” “Yamada thinks there’s something off about you and everyone else is still on edge about that last devil attack. So it’ll be better to lay low until everything calms down.”

“Who’s that?”

“My class’ president. You know her, you think she’s ugly.”

“... Do you like her?”

“She’s alright, I guess. She’s just a classmate.”

“What about me?”

“You’re everything.”

Nayuta leapt onto your back in her satisfaction, legs wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’ll leave the humans at school alone then.”

“Don’t use them no matter what, alright? We can just get extra snacks on the way home from school or something.”

“I won’t.”

ー

“You cut your hair, it looks good!”

“Thanks,” Moe plays with a lock of curly hair, boyishly short. It suits her rather nicely. You look freer. “It’s surprising seeing you here. What are you…?” She glances quickly at the hazmat-style onesie you’ve dressed yourself in, plastic visor raised above your head.

“Got a janitorial job and I’m taking no chances,” you lean against the cold bench lazily. “I never mocked a janitor before but I damn sure am never going to now. Those guys are the unsung heroes of our society.”

“Janitori-” Moe snorts in her shock, looking like you’ve grown two heads. “I always figured you’d become a philosophy teacher considering how you were back in middle school”

“Nayuta’s signed up for classes but I’m taking a couple years off to save,” what you plan on majoring in when the time comes is unknown even to you. Perhaps Moe is onto something with philosophy. “We can’t mooch off our benefactors forever.” What’s going to happen to Power if anything happens to Himeno and Ichika, you find yourself pondering once again. A third passport shouldn’t be that hard to forge. Kishibe got me and Nayuta into the country without any problem, didn’t he?

“Oh, where is she going?”

“She’s at Tohoku too,” you nod at the Tohoku University tote bag resting on Moe's hip. “She’s doing everything virtually. Business Management major.”

There’s little surprise on Moe’s part when she hears that, “Business Management sounds like something that suits her.”

“She is pretty bossy, I can give you that,” you huff with an airy sigh. Management is something Nayuta will definitely thrive in. “She’s a damn good student though. What about you? What have you been up to? Majoring in law?”

“Philosophy, actually!” She laughs at how your eyebrows raise. “Surprising?”

“A little,” you nod and Moe rolls her eyes in playful exasperation. “But with all the arguments we had, philosophy or law honestly made the most sense. So I wasn’t that far off.”

“Those weren’t arguments, those were debates,” Moe corrects you needlessly, arms behind her back. It’s almost like all the tension left her when she cut her hair.

“You’ve mellowed out, Prez,” you whistle, impressed.

A younger Moe would have asked what you meant with a furrowed brow. The Moe of the present day accepts your words with a hearty laugh. “I was a bit high strung back then,” she lets out a nostalgic sigh. “Maybe more than a bit,” she admits sheepishly. “But middle school really feels so long ago. I guess I changed without noticing.”

“Sorry about middle school,” your lips curl into a grimace. “The stuff with Nayuta I mean.”

Moe’s eyebrows knit together with an empathetic curl of her lips, “it’s okay, I get it now. You were under a lot of stress back then.”

“How’s Rika doing?” You vaguely remember that girl who Nayuta would pawn snacks off of. “She going to Tohoku too?”

“Oh,” Moe shuffles nervously.

“What, did she drop out or something?”

“No, um, she never went to university,” Moe fiddles with a bracelet on her left wrist.

You raise an eyebrow at the odd behavior, “is she… dead?”

“No!” Moe answers quickly and you cock your head to the side, shrugging your shoulders. Okay then what is she then? “It’s just that she… became a devil hunter after we graduated.”

“Okay,” Good luck then, Rika. If you’re in Tokyo maybe Kishibe’ll be the one in charge of your training. As much as you hate the man, everything he’s taught you has kept you alive so far. You see green staring at you. “What?”

“I’m just surprised that you took that so well,” Moe breathes in disbelief. “Considering everything with Nayuta, I was afraid to bring devil hunters up in front of you.”

Your blood runs cold. “What do you mean ‘considering everything with Nayuta’?”

“Did-” Moe blinks once before she covers her mouth in horror. “Did you not know? I’m- I’m so sorry-”

“I found the C-”

.

“How did you know Nayuta wasn’t human? When did you figure it out?”

“When… that time back in middle school. She didn’t look human to me and when you went to her I just thought… in that moment Nayuta being a devil is why you were always so protective of her,” Moe’s head looks around the alley you’ve brought her too cautiously. It’s deep, deep within the darkest crevices of Sendai. “Where are we? Why are we here?”

You look at Moe and then the dumpster beside you, “I have to tell you the truth about something.” Your thumb brushes against your middle and index fingers for a moment. “I’m not really a janitor. I’ve been killing devils for the past seven months now. It’s underground work though.” You tell Moe this news as one might tell their friend they decided to plant tulips in their garden, reaching for where you slid your axe underneath the grimy trash heap.

“Devils?”

“Yeah.”

Moe looks at your rusty blade, caked in the blood from those you’ve killed thus far. “... But Nayuta,” she is unable to bring herself to say the rest.

You laugh, leaning against the wall for half a second before deciding you can’t stand the feel of it against your back. Nor do you wish to feel the eyes of Moe upon you. “Yeah, it’s sick isn’t it? She’s a devil but I’ve been out here for the past seven months killing ‘em. But Nayuta,” black hair and red rings fill your memories. “she means everything to me; I was alone for years until I met her. I have never cared that she was a devil. She was perfect, she’s still perfect. If anything ever happened to her, it would feel like the entire world was ending. I used to be a cashier, you know, but try making enough money to sneak a devil out of the country at your local 7-11,” you laugh humorously. “And I know you’ve never liked Nayuta but for me, Nayuta is everything. So please… please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t, [First]!” A foot steps towards you, voice full of emotion. “I didn’t like Nayuta before but I get it now! There are good devils out there and I’m going to prove it. That’s why I’m studying philosophy! If humans and devils can understand each other, we wouldn’t have to kill each other anymore!”

“She means everything to me,” your fingers dig into your palms as you repeat yourself weakly. She’s the best thing you knew you needed in a world that had nearly beaten you down for good. The one you would find repeatedly no matter the time and distance that separated you. “What am I doing? Killing devils for money like this when I know…” your shoulders sag. “But I can’t do anything else for her. I can’t earn money fast enough otherwise and I don’t have time to wait. I’m sure… this makes me a bad person, doesn’t it?”

“You are not a bad person,” Moe’s hand is warm on your back even through the layers you wear to keep yourself from being bloodied. “It’s not you that’s wrong, it’s the world itself. If enough people just realized that, things would be better.” A world where humanity and devils lived together in harmony? It seems like an impossible dream; perhaps it is one not within reach. Not within the lifetime you currently possess. And that’s okay, I’ll make my own happiness even with that fact. “You’re just trying to do what you can for the one you love in a shitty situation. Nayuta would understand that. So… so don’t beat yourself up about this. I never told anyone about Nayuta and I’m never going to.”

There was nothing familiar about her black hair, nor the mole under her left eye. You were sure you couldn’t say you’d ever met anyone with golden eyes with red rings in them either. There was no reason to feel like your senses had been set ablaze and the universe shifted.

You didn’t know this girl.

This girl was a stranger.

You knew this and yet you still fell to your knees as warm tears flooded your eyes without your permission.

You breathe.

“By the way,” you yawned, as it dawned on you that you never once asked for your new companion’s name. “what’s your name?” 

When there was no immediate response, you thought the girl fell asleep. “Nayuta,” you finally heard the feathery light reply. Nayuta pressed herself closely to your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“I’m [First],” you squeezed.

Nayuta squeezed back.

You breathe.

“I didn’t, [First], please believe me! Don’t leave me!”

You slide down your visor.

“We can get married for real when we grow up,” you vowed once more as you clumsily led each other in your dance.

Nayuta’s smile was saccharin, “promise?”

“Promise.”

And you breathe.

“Hey, Nayuta, pick a country. One that doesn’t have a devil hunting association in it.”

“Seychelles,” Nayuta didn’t miss a beat, grinning the devilish grin you loved all the while. “We still need to have our honeymoon.”

The back of your fist strikes Moe’s throat before she has time to react.

“Don’t worry at all, Prez,” you kick the woman to the ground, grip on your axe tightening as you sit atop her. “I know you won’t tell anyone.” You wonder what those forest green eyes see when they look up at you, eyes wide as she gasps for air. You hold her jaw in place, gloved fingers digging into her skin.

“Stop-” her words come quiet, hoarse. “I won’t tell! I really won’t tell!”

She won’t say anything. No. She might. She hasn’t snitched in all these years. She could change her mind. Cut off her tongue. Her fingers too. And the toes. All of it needs to go.

“I could cut off your tongue,” you feel her breath hitch from she freezes under your touch. You feel the beat of a pulse, pounding like a drum. “but you could still use your fingers. I could cut your fingers and you could use your toes. I could cut off everything and you’d still probably find a way to get out a message with the stumps too.” Tears swell in Moe’s eyes and you barely feel her fists beating into your shoulder. I’m glad I hit her in the throat, you finally take note of her barely audible, ragged whispers. “You can say you won’t talk until you’re blue in the face but there is nothing that can stop you from ever changing your mind. I’m sorry. I really did like you.”

See? I became a bad person to you just now, didn’t I?

The weight of your axe is heavy as it follows the push of gravity guiding your hand into soft flesh below. There’s a quick breath, a gurgle, that slips from Moe’s lips and you raise your axe again.

Red droplets strike your visor and you raise your axe again.

Muscle and sinew decorate the dirty earth around you and you raise your axe again.

Again and again even when what you strike is hard rock instead of flesh until you raise your axe a final time, and you hear metal clink that isn’t your own.

Your neck cracks from the force you whip your neck and the devil flinches when your eyes meet, not daring to press its raised hand to the ground. When you look closely, you see a twisted green soda can wobbling underneath it. Your shoulders steadily heave from your fatigue, neither of you moving a centimeter. You can’t hold back a tired laugh from the absurdity, resting a hand on a knee as you push yourself up. “Sorry,” you titter, neither of you blinking as you step to the side. “You’re hungry, aren’t you,” you gesture to the body, still warm. “It’s okay. Eat it.”

The devil’s mouth trembles, eyes flittering between you and the still lumps on the ground. It takes a step back.

You blink, letting your hand hang loosely against your leg. “What are you waiting for? I said eat it.”

As if coming back to life, the devil on all fours takes one step forward - then another - until it rushes past you to begin its feast. You raise your visor when the devil turns its head, jowls soaked in blood, eyes narrow. It eats stiffly, eying you and the axe in your hand. You smile reassuringly, eyes soft.

The Rat Devil should be about ¥600,000 right?

ー

Nayuta squeals when you lift her feet off the ground as you laugh maniacally, arms safely tucked underneath her back and legs.

An evening walk on the beach is just what you need after a trying day at work. The moon is full and the evening Shonai air is sweet unlike the stink of the city, heavy with exhaust and blood. Thanks for not being a bitch this time, Nishida. The Rat Devil cost as much as you estimated it would, if not a bit higher.

The life you lead isn’t perfect but it has its moments.

“We’re going to fall!” Nayuta shrieks but her grin is wide and shining under the moonlight. She’s almost like a siren, you think, as the waves accompany her voice. The sand squishes underneath your toes, kicking up the waves as you spin and spin. One day when you carry her like this, she’ll be in a beautiful dress and veil just like you talked about when you were kids. 

“Relax,” you tilt your head back, tasting the ocean spray on your lips. “I’m never gonna drop you!”

ー

“[First],” Himeno calls in a sing-song voice as you walk out the door. “Wait for me, kiddo! I need you to give me a ride!”

Your hand grips the car handle as you tilt your head back with a loud groan, “Himeno, I’m going to work.” The sun hasn’t risen yet nor have the morning birds begun singing their songs. Eight months you have been able to successfully stave off this conversation.

Eight months.

You hope to make it nine.

“Wow,” Himeno jeers, undeterred and you know your stomach will be heavy with dread if you’re unable to shake her off your tail. Eight months you’ve been able to successfully avoid this conversation with Himeno and you don’t plan to break your record. “Someone gets a job and the moment she starts moving up in the world she forgets about all the people she met along the way.”

“Yep,” you click your tongue. “I'm one of those people. So it looks like you’ll have to wait until someone else decides to be your chauffeur. I’ll call Sebastian to retrieve you later.”

“So they’re paying enough at 7-11’s for you to afford Sebastian’s rates?” Himeno whistles, impressed and awed as she rests a large stack of ¥10,000 on top of the car. “Can you recommend me a position? If I’d known that, I’d have left Himeji’s ages ago.”

Blue stares into [color].

Wordlessly, you sit in the car and Himeno follows suit, quiet as you pull out of the driveway and far from the coziness of home. She waits nearly ten minutes to the hour before she opens her lips, a smile in her voice that is frigid. “You have the look of a killer now,” your eyes flit to your reflection in the rearview mirror. “I wonder how many things you had to kill to get eyes like that.”

“What’s the issue with killing,” you mutter, eyes on the empty road. How she found the money is of little consequence. She has it and that’s all that matters. “Why did you make me learn how to kill them if you didn’t want me to do it?”

“Those skills were for protecting yourself,” you scoff at her answer. What’s self-defense to her will never accommodate your ambitions. “Not going out of your way to get yourself killed. As long as you’re living under my roof-”

“Oh don’t worry, we won’t be living there for much longer,” you cut off your benefactor.

“We?”

“We!” The car comes to an abrupt halt as your glares turn on one another. “You and Ichika aren’t going to be here protecting us forever! You think Power actually has the ability to live on her own in a world of humans? You’re not going to live forever!”

“And you think you are?!” Himeno laughs at the ludicrous presumption.

“I’m going to figure things out by then!”

Three adult passports.

(I’ll need the forgeries too.)

Visa.

Housing.

Food.

Permanent Residency.

(Can’t believe I forgot about ticket costs. Where do I go for illegally flying devils out of the country, huh? And the pets. What do I do to bring-)

“[First]-”

“And I don’t need your help to do that! And I don’t need to be under your roof either, I’ll move out! I have enough!”

“ー stop!”

“I’M NOT ー!” Himeno balks as you scream, slamming your hand against the driver’s window. The glass cracks but it does not shatter. “ ー isn’t coming back and the one you’re stuck with now is me! And I know you hate that and you have to be reminded that your best friend died every time you look at me but I am not her! I’m never going to be her!” Those memories would never be yours. Makima was never going to be yours. Makima is Makima, Nayuta is Nayuta. The difference is night and day. “I’m not like her! I hate her! I hate,” your voice cracks and you rest your head on the steering wheel, squeezing the handle tightly. “I hate it. I hate that you only want to see her. You never want to see me.”

“When Kishibe brought you both to me, I wanted to take you in immediately. And I have to be honest, a good portion of it was because of who you used to be. But I know you, [First],” a hand rests on your back, warm, but you’re too tired to brush it away. “You’re brave and kind and you look out for the people you care about even if it means you have to take the brunt force of everything. Nayuta has no idea about this and it’s because you want to keep her safe.”

“I don’t want her to come to the city and be discovered again,” “I’ve found the Control Devil.” The five words you fear hearing the most. “A life where Nayuta can be free. That’s all I want.”

“I see you, [First]. I see you and I see Nayuta and I’m very proud of who you’ve become and the people you’ll grow into for as long as I get to see it. I just haven’t been doing a good job showing that and for that, I’m so sorry,” her voice is cloyingly thick and in spite of yourself, your eyes feel hot. “Even if I could go back and stop ー from dying, I wouldn’t. I would never give up having you in my life, not even for her. You, Power, Nayuta. All three of you are precious to me, younger sisters I’ve always wanted.”

“You already had a younger sister, idiot,” you wipe your nose against your sleeve, disregarding your disgust for the trail of snot it leaves on the fabric. “Does Ichika mean nothing to you?”

“More younger sisters,” Himeno laughs wetly. “The four of you give me a life that’s worth living. I love it when Power plays her anime at the loudest volume possible. I can even look back on Nayuta and Power’s fights with a smile, isn’t that funny? At the time those situations weren’t funny but that’s how sisters are, I guess. And you always thought you could be slick hiding that you could be as much of a brat as the rest of us. Well, except for maybe Ichika. You should have seen her when she was four.”

You laugh despite yourself, “Ichika was probably the most well-behaved four year old on the planet. You probably made your parents want to send you back to the hospital.”

Himeno chortles, “only half the time.”

A pleasant silence falls over the vehicle.

“I think it’s time to call Grandpa Kishibe and finally move from this place. The house is getting too small,” Himeno leans back in her seat and stares at the leather ceiling. “The geezer should foot the bill for everything, he never even sent me child support.”

“Nayuta wants to go to Seychelles,” you follow Himeno's example, resting against your seat. It's dawn now, you note the fingers of the sun peeking behind the clouds and painting the sky hues of rose, indigo and vermillion.

You love the dawn.

“I know a place even better than that,” it’s supposed to be a wink but with the eyepatch, who can tell. “Remember that Angel Devil I told you about? The place he lives is pretty damn snazzy and warm all-year round. A place where even devils can live freely.”

ー

You barely had time to dry your hands on your skirt when Rika burst through the bathroom door, chest heaving. “[First], come quick,” the girl’s eyes were wide with fear. “Moe and Nayuta got into a fight!”

You bolted through the door, shoving Rika to the side.

Class 3-C was a mess by the time you arrived and calling what likely happened was a disservice to what you were welcomed to. Desks were skewed to the side as if a tornado had blown through it, food strewn across the floor. No one noticed your presence, not when Moe sat on the floor holding her jaw, battered and nose dripping with blood and Nayuta’s short form towered over her with silent menace.

“Nayuta, stop,” you stand between the devil and the human foolish enough to invoke her wrath.

“Why?” Gold eyes glowed harshly.

“You’ll kill her.”

“Why do you care if she dies? You said she didn’t mean anything to you. So I don’t understand,” Nayuta appeared to stand perfectly still but you could hear the tremor in her voice. From rage or from wanting to cry, you didn’t know. “Why are you protecting this girl? I’m all you need. Aren’t I?” Taking a half-step forward, Nayuta gripped your arms as if they were her lifeline. “Aren’t I?”

One year ago, not long after you turned thirteen, a blazing star sought refuge in your chest.

The birth of the universe.

Within that birth, you willingly took a devil’s hand and ran across the playground of the divine welcoming all damnation.

You’d do it for as long as she wanted you.

“From now and forever, we are going to stay together. We’ll eat a lot together, sleep together and live a happy life together,” you hold Nayuta to your chest, closer than what is possible between devils and man. “More than anyone in the world, you’re the only person I need. And I’ll never want anyone else either,” you whispered, brushing your fingers against her silky hair. “I told you before, didn’t I? We’re not like them. You and me are gonna live forever.”

“You want to be with me?”

“I want to be with you.”

“You’ll stay with only me?”

“I’m always gonna stay with only you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Let’s go home, okay?” When you felt the weak nod of your beloved, you wrapped Nayuta’s legs around your waist. Your initial steps were shaky, pacing backwards for a few seconds before you caught your balance. 

“I love you, [First],” Nayuta’s arms trembled around your shoulders and you hear the telltale signs of hiccuping.

“I love you too,” you held her closer if it was possible.

Warm droplets fall against your neck.

ー

Nayuta looks beautiful in her white dress, veil trailing delicately along the white sand.

translation notes.

織姫 「orihime」 - weaver princess

“If I became the monster to everyone but us and made sure we got home again, who would care if we’re unjust?”

[rekino2114]

“Blue + Red = Purple” Makima x Male Reader Nayuta daughter au. Summer request! What if Makima, Y/n, and Nayuta were out walking all of their dogs. Of course with it being summer would be a very, very hot day. (I’ve been to Japan once for a school trip, it does get hot there!) they we’re walking for a pretty long time and Y/n was getting sweaty until they saw a shave ice stand. Nayuta wanted to get purple (which I guess would be grape) but they didn’t have any, which made her sad, but she just settled for some other flavor. Makima got red, (which would be cherry or strawberry) and Y/n got blue (which I guess would be blueberry). But it wasn’t until they went to go sit down that Makima realized that Y/n was so sweaty in fact that it was wetting his white shirt, making his body nearly completely visible, which really excited her, after all, hadn’t been intimate in quite a while (in her mind). So when Nayuta asked if she could go and take Fenrir to look at something he was looking and sniffing at in the trees and brush. Makima gladly let her. And just as she was out of her eye line she suddenly pounced on Y/n commencing a deep make out. While Y/n was way more than glad to reciprocate when he saw their daughter coming back he had to like physically pry Makima off of him since she was enjoying it so much. But after pretty much wrestling her off of him when their daughter got back, she gasped and got really sad and pointed at their mouths, saying that their mouths were purple and that they must’ve been eating grape shaved ice. Then Nayuta got so sad to the point that she actually might’ve cried, and they gently consoled her while also trying to explain why their mouths were purple in a way that was PG. And in the end, to stop their daughter from crying, they literally drove around town and found a different shave ice stand that was selling grape shave ice.

There we go, a smaller Summer request that I accidentally ended up explaining out too long 😅, yeah sorry, this was longer than I thought it would be. But either way, I hope you have a nice week, drink water!

Getting shaved ice with makima and nayuta

You were just walking around the park with your wife and daughter, walking the dogs and having a nice walk on a hot summer day until nayuta pointed at something

"Mommy, daddy, look!"

You looked at what she was pointing at and saw a shaved ice stand in place

"Can we get snow cones? Pretty please it's soooo hot!"

You turned to look at makima

"Well I'd like some shaved ice too, it is really hot after all"

"Alright then, I'd love to some cold treats too so let's all get some"

"Yaaaayyy!!"

Nayuta was so excited that she immediately ran over to the stand and jumped, trying to get to the counter. You and makima looked at each other and giggled before going up to the stand, too

"So what do you want yuta?"

"Grape! I want grape!"

You were about to ask for a grape snow cone however the worker,who heard what your daughter said, informed you that they were out of grape flavor causing your daughter to gasp and pout angrily

"What!? I want grape!"

"S-sorry yuty but they don't have it, do you want another flavor?"

"Nooooo! Grape! Grape! Grape!"

You were too overwhelmed by her yelling to counter so you tried your best to calm her down with...almost no results at all however thankfully makima was there and grabbed control (pun not intended) of the situation

"Nayuta, they don't have grape pick another flavor if you want your shaved ice"

Makima's more naturally authoritative tone made nayuta stop talking and think about her choice

"But I only want grape"

"Then I guess you're not getting anything"

"WHAT!?"

"Sorry sweetie but if you don't want any other flavor then you won't get the shaved ice"

Nayuta pouted and was about to answer back before stopping herself when she saw makima glare softly at her

"Nayuta don't make a scene, we're in public"

She stomped on the ground and turned around petting fenrir

"Fenrir, can you believe how mean mommy and daddy are being?"

The dog barked in response and nayuta nodded at it before turning to look at you

"Me and fenrir are going on a walk"

"Alright sweetie, just don't go too far"

Still mad nayuta didn't answer and just went to another side of the park with her dog

"I love nayuta but sometimes she can be hard to deal with"

"That's just how children are, let's get our snacks now"

You ordered the shaved ice you were gonna eat, you grabbing a blueberry flavor and her a cherry one. You sat on the bench and started eating while noticing just how brightly the ice was colored

While makima was eating her shaved ice her gaze couldn't help but be drawn to you. First she noticed how cute you looked while eating and how your tongue turned blue, but then she looked lower and her eyes widened as she saw just how much you were sweating, it was almost completely wetting your white shirt just in the right spots to show your abs and toned muscles from years of devil hunting. Your wife smirked as she got an idea

She wrapped her arms around your neck and quickly brought her face very close to yours pressing her curves against your chest and causing you to blush

"M-makima what are you-"

"Do you have any idea how hot you look like this darling? Sorry but I just can't contain myself"

".....b-but we're-"

"Shhh just relax puppy, I promise it will feel amazing, plus it's not like we're doing anything scandalous, couples make out in public all the time"

Seeing that there was no way to stop her (why would you want to anyway?) You just nodded silently as makima smirked even more

"Hehe, good boy"

She proceeded to immediately start aggressively but still gently making out with you and you definitely weren't complaining about agreeing to it, makima's wonderful kisses made you forget all about the worries you had about people staring at you

The make-out session went on for a while with the occasional break to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed nayuta and fenrir coming back, so you immediately tried to gently push her away from you cause you obviously didn't want your daughter to see you in the compromising position you were in now. While disappointed makima reluctantly agreed and moved back to her spot after kissing you one last time just as nayuta came back

"Hey mommy daddy I found- *gasp* LIARS!"

"W-what's wrong yuty?"

"YOUR MOUTHS ARE PURPLE! AND YOU TOLD ME THERE WAS NO GRAPE FLAVOR!"

While making out you did notice that your tongues had become purple as a result of the red and blue colors of shaved ice mixing but you didn't realize how your daughter could have interpreted that

"N-no nayuta, we weren't eating grape shaved ice at all"

"Don't lie again daddy! Then how are your tongues purple!?"

"......w-well did you study how colors are formed in art class?"

Even if she was still pissed nayuta nodded

"S-so you know that purple is made with red and blue....well I had blue and mom had red and.....w-we-"

"We simply made purple"

"But then why is it on your tongue?"

"..........w-we-"

Before you could even finish your sentence you saw nayuta start to tear up a bit

"Y-you *sniffle* you lied to me and ate grape without me *sniffle* you're so mean mommy and daddy"

"C-come on nayuta, please calm down"

She stomped on the ground again and did a complete 180 in her reaction she was still tearing up but now she was completely furious

"I WANT GRAPE SHAVED ICE TOO!"

"But we already told you they don't have the-"

"I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WAN-"

Now exactly what you were scared of started happening, nayuta was making a scene and everyone was staring at you making you even more embarrassed than when you were making out with makima a few moments ago

"Listen nayuta, if you really want we can grab you the grape flavor"

"R-really?"

"Yes, we can drive to another stand and get it if you promise to not yell anymore.....and also don't ask why our tongues are purple"

"OK mommy"

Basically, as soon as she heard she was getting grape shaved ice, nayuta stopped crying and actually smiled, making you wonder if she was just faking it to get what she wanted or if makima was just that good at disciplining

Nayuta started to run towards your car, excited to get her treat while you stood there looking at her with makima

"........You're definitely the better parent"

"If it makes you feel better I think you're the better kisser"

You blushed and Makima kissed your cheek as she held your hand guiding you towards the car

[iyanayukihime]

Happy Birthday oh dear sweet Incubus~!☆

Zanny birthday fic let's freaking go~! This took me quite awhile to finish but the outcome was worth it as this turned out so well!

Happy super, galactic birthday Zanny! *Sighs* your growing so old now.. kidding! I'm sure even if you reach your 70's you'd still look like 20 tehehehehe~

Sit back, relax, grab a snack and drink... most importantly-

Enjoy reading~!

Reminder: Please be known that I'm only writing about the Persona and not the person affiliated with the Model. This is also just fictional work so please don't take this too seriously.

Disclaimer: Might be OCC, might have spelling and grammar mistakes as English isn't really my first language ehe.

3 days ago, the lovely incubus of club netherbrand had to go on another business trip to Japan for a week. The good thing is that he'll be back the day before his birthday at 10:00 PM.

So the netherlings decided, and planned to prepare a big celebration and surprise the incubus with the help of the other mascots and the rest of Ravallum whom helped with what they could help with.

The day after Zander left, the netherlings immediately devised a plan right away which took way longer than expected as we all know, that the netherlings were all creative, but stubborn creatures.

So there were a bunch of little banters and disagreements between the jello like creatures. But in the end, they decided on how the party should be designed and what jobs each netherling will receive.

First to be given a task was MJ, the clubs resident mechanic. One of the few netherlings who was wingless.

He was given the task of making mini machines that could explode confetti as the actual ones were... too out of budget for the netherlings.

"You sure you can work on this alone?" Nygral asked, this netherling is the most-trusted and often called the netherlings 'Older Sister' as she was either working to make sure that Zander and the netherlings had less workload or you could just spot her stalking people. That too.

MJ nodded and adjusted his goggles before speaking, "I can handle it. It'll be done before you know it, just tell the others not to disturb me." He stated and Nygral nodded and wrote down on her tiny notepad before moving along to the next netherling in line.

Rosebriar, or Rosie as few of the netherlings call her; was a netherling who was also wingless yet always managed to hold themself with grace and sometimes captivates customers with her silence.

Which always ends up in Zanny having to drag them away from prying eyes.

Rosie, was put on the baker team. The baker team was as you can tell by the name, a team of netherlings responsible for baking sweets for his birthday. Who said that they would buy the store ones?

Always the best and fresh for their incubus after all~

"Rosie, I understand that you won't fall asleep in one of the cupboards again while baking." Nygral said in a strict tone as she didn't want to deal with any trouble and did want everything to be at least 94% perfect. How wrong she was however.

Rosie just nodded along with Nygral's words and sleepily walked along, Nygral sighs and writes down on her mini notepad.

"Can I also be put in the baker team Ny? Pleaseee~" Now this netherling was the clubs physic.. I know, shocking right?

Ryna was always part of the bunch of netherlings who were more angelic like than demonic, but thats what made the netherlings unique no?

"Absolutely not. Remember what happened last time? You almost turned yourself into a toasted netherling!" Nygral shivered at the memory as at that time, it was like she was a mother saving her child from a tornado when that happened.

Ryna was saddened but they kept their head up and waited for Nygral to assign them to a job.

"Alright, I think you'd fit writers cavern." She said, smiling at Ryna.

Before Ryna could ask what type of team that was; Nygral was way ahead of them. "That team specializes in writing the Invitations and letters commissioned by other netherlings." She stated.

Ryna happily accepted the role as they did have talent in writing and would love to see what type of letters the netherlings will commission.

"Before you ask Aryn- No. You are not joining the baker team." Nygral looked at the vampire-demoness hybrid of the club who deflated when she heard that she couldn't join the baker team.

"But why!? I know how to bake.." Aryn said, glancing at Nygral, who was displeased and just continued on with the assignment.

"Your heading off to the decora team, which I think you'd fit in more than the baker team. As you are one of the most trusted netherlings when it comes to fashion right? So I guess it's safe to assume that you'll do great in decor right?" The vampire-demoness hybrid tried to refute but was pulled away by Ryna and MJ when Nygral was about to bonk Aryn.

Aurie. The next netherling, was in a more nervous mood as she looked at Nygral who smiled gently at her. "Writers cavern right?"

Aurie nodded and thanked Nygral who head patted the shy but happy netherling.

The clubs siren and bartender. Cordelia, was easily assigned to the bartender team! "I'll make the most delicious drink just for Zanny~!" She said in a happy tone.

Nygral made sure that Cordelia knew and was aware that she also needed to make drinks that were for everyone, not just Zander.

The next netherling was the clubs most brilliant star when it came to music and overall entertainment, so Nygral knew just what job to give them.

"Sister Voltaire, I'm pretty sure it's obvious that you're the one of the few who'll perform the music tomorrow night." Sister Voltaire smirked at this and proudly showed Nygral the original song they were currently working on.

"Don't worry Nygral, I've got this~" And with that, Sister Voltaire walked away with a little strut in their step as Nygral smiled at them.

The next netherling who came forward was one who Nygral actually trusted the most despite her... sassy nature.

"Layla, Would you be alright with the baker team?" Layla huffed and just walked off towards the kitchen where her other team members were as Nygral watched her figure leaving.

"How rude! She didn't even say thank you!" Aurelia, the clubs most loyal netherling who would definitely not kill for the netherlings or Zander came forward and huffed at Layla's behavior.

Nygral sighed and didn't comment on it, instead focusing at the task at hand. She turned to Aurelia who smiled at Nygral sweetly.

"Hmm.... how do you feel about being part of the delivery group?" She asked to Aurelia who tilt her head to the head so Nygral explained more.

"You'll be in a group in charge of delivering invitations and basically run errands if we run out of preparations." Aurelia's face lit up at this and happily accepted the job.

"Thanksss Nyyy~☆" Aurelia bounced off and next to come forward was Serran, who was probably the oldest netherling.

They came forward with excitement present inside their eyes, and Nygral reciprocated that. "Nyny, I would love it if I could be assigned to the decora team~" Serran said with confidence.

Nygral thought for a bit but was also skeptical as last year they were stuck in jail for attempting to steal a ring while a murder of netherlings were shopping for Zander's birthday.

A few seconds passed and she sighed, staring deep into Serran's bright eyes. "All right.. you can be in the decora team but make sure not to go outside of the club if you need more supplies.." She stated.

They walked away humming while brewing a plan inside their brain, as Serran was also known as the most mischievous and unpredictable netherling out of the other netherlings after all~

Next came two netherlings who were actually already sorted out in a team but Nygral just wanted confirmation from them.

"Raven, Raymond. You both are alright with the bartending team with Cordelia right?" She asked.

"We'll be working with Cordelia!? Oh, I can't wait! Come on Raven, we must meet her!" Before Raven could speak, Raymond had already dragged themselves away from Nygral who sighed and preceded to just continue assigning the rest of the netherlings.

Next came Punk, whom was hesitant to join at first but Invii, the most closest to them, was able to convince them to join.

Nygral knew that she had to be gentle with punk and that was fine with her, she made sure to speak in a gentle tone.

"Punk, what group do you want to be apart off?" She asked and punk stayed silent for a few minutes before speaking up.

"Punk wants.. the group with decora." They said, shying away from Nygral's gentle gaze.

She smiled and noted that down, "Thanks Punk." She said and Punk smiled a little before saying "Punk says thank you as well." Before walking away.

"Zaki! Your on decora team as well by the way~" Nygral quickly told Zaki, the clubs strong demon smiled with glee as Nygral told her this.

"Thanks Ny.. I really appreciate that.." She said, playing with her fingers in nervousness.

Nygral smiles and headpats the demon and let her go on her merry way for the next netherling to come over.

Virgil, a newborn netherling was pretty much already expecting to be put in the Writers Cavern group, while he doesn't mind that, he does however.. mind the fact that he hasn't interacted with half of the netherlings in the club so he was pretty nervous.

So with Nygral's reassurance, Virgil walked towards the writers cavern corner to make new netherling friends!

Next came Eros, the clubs resident plan eater who Nygral was sure not to put them to the teams that'll work in the kitchen as they had an habit of eating the plants.

So instead, much to Eros's sadness and failed puppy eyes attempt, they were put to the delivery team with the warning off: 'Do NOT eat the package.'

Nygral then had to actually go underneath the bars counter to talk to Invii, a netherling who loved hiding under the shadows or anywhere thats dark and comfy.

"Invii, do you have any team you want?" Nygral asked Invii who jumped from shock seeing Nygral inside his secret place. The place wasn't so secret by the way.

"Maybe.. baker?-" "No." Invii sighed and knew it was impossible to convince Nygral once she saids no so they just gave up and let Nygral decide for him instead.

"Alrighty then, I'll be putting you inside the delivery team." "... Can I munch on the-" Before the automaton could even finished his sentence; Nygral quickly bonked him using her fluffy body.

After dealing with the automation; Nygral got out from underneath the bars counter to assign more netherlings to duties.

Next up was another netherling that Nygral trusted a lot... well kinda-

"Ashes.. I know that I said earlier that your going to the baker team but.. After what happened last time when you were in charged of breakfast.. I changed my mind." Ashes winched at the memory and apologetically smiled at the tired netherling in front of her.

Ashes was a simple but very chaotic netherling, yet Nygral somehow truster her more than Zander when the time came for it.

"I guess I'm staying with decora?" She asked and Nygral nodded at this, while Ashes wasn't really disappointed, it was obvious what chaos would unfold if Ashes was let inside the kitchen again...

"Charlotte... I know you're there." Nygral felt her soft fur shiver as the ghost of club netherbrand appeared, now Charlotte was a peculiar netherling who actually showed up outta nowhere and Zander adopted her because of the disservice she caused towards customers.

So Nygral had the perfect job for her. "Your staying with Sister Voltaire as an entertainer along with them." "Really? But Sister Voltaire looks kinda scary.." Charlotte said wearily.

She had never met the noir demon before but has heard words from other netherlings that were all good of course!

Nygral smiled and head patted Charlotte who had a weary expression on. "You'll be fine. Sister Voltaire is super nice." A few more reassurance got Charlotte to finally move along.

Next that came forward was Ares, one of the netherlings who had the gifted talent for arts. They were a netherling who Nygral also trusted as well, especially when it came to taking care of the newborn netherlings, they're were too many cases of newborn netherlings getting influenced. In a good way or brain rot way lmao~

"I actually wanna assign you to two jobs if thats fine with you." Nygral smiled at Ares who had a slight confused face on, like why would Ny trust them to two tasks??

"Don't worry it'll be fairly easy ones, you'll be officially assigned to the decora team but also assigned to entertainment." Nygral watched as Ares's face slowly changed to paranoia.

"Wha-What? Wait, Ny I understand decora but entertainment?? First off, why and second, you trust in my singing abilities??" Ares held Nygral's furry shoulders as they looked panicked.

Nygral sighed and slowly removed the netherlings paws off of her fur, and looked blankly at Ares who still looked panicked.

"Ares.. I've heard you sing at our karaoke nights before so don't even try and trick me into thinking your bad at it." She deadpanned.

"Yes I know that but! In front of boss!? Like, what if I mess up?" Ares said nervously while Nygral's expression softened and headpatted Ares on the head as comfort and it thankfully worked.

"Alright now go along and meet the other netherlings that are apart of your groups." Ares nodded and thanked Nygral for the kind words and walked away.

Next up was Ax, a netherling who was still young, chaotic but true. He wasn't opposed to any jobs that were gonna be given to him, in fact, he was more than grateful to be included in an event so precious to everyone who knew their boss.

"Alright Ax, I'm not really sure what group to put you into so I'll put you into a group thats more short staffed if thats fine with you." Ax thought about it carefully and decided to ask what group was Nygal thinking of putting him in.

"I was thinking the baker team, it's short staffed and even if you can't bake, washing the dishes or just cleaning around would be a huge help." She stated and Ax thought about it carefully again.

"Sure I don't mind being in the baker team, thanks for trusting me to join." Nygral smiled and the netherling went on his merry way towards the kitchen.

Marlo and Aestra, the newest additions to the club and the clubs resident netherlings who were also twisters/tornados came forward. Now the twins were talented in many things and were perfect for any jobs, and Nygral wanted to keep them together since they've never been separated before.

Looking at the twins more, Nygral finally decided on a proper job for them. "How do you both feel about being the leaders of the cleaning team? I think, because of your abilities, you both would fit cleaning up more." She stated and the twins looked at each other for a moment before looking back at Nygral.

"We don't mind, just don't put us in with some annoying netherli- OW-" "Thanks for assigning us Ny, I'll make sure that me and Marmar run things well." Aestra giggled while Marlo rubbed their side from the hit their sister gave them.

"Alright you two, go along now." She urged them and they both thanked her and went along their merry way~

The clubs jazz singer came next who was the last of the netherlings to receive a job, now her job was fairly simple to decide as Eva Faye, did have a talent in the world of jazz music.

"Your on entertainment with the others Eva, make sure to talk to them about the songs you're planning on singing." Nygral smiled at Eva who happily ran to the clubs main stage where the other members of the entertainment team were.

They're were actually more netherlings that had to be assigned for a job but Nygral in the meantime assigned the leftover netherlings in cleaning up duties or helping where its needed.

Nygral heads over to the kitchen first as she assigned herself to help with the baking as she had knowledge in it but she sincerely hoped that when she heads outside of the kitchen for a break or to check the progress... that she wouldn't find the club in shambles again.

Writers Cavern:

"Alright first order of business fellow writers, we should plan a mini letters, mini stories and even some poems maybe?" Ryna suggested as Virgil and Aurie noted that inside their tiny notepads.

"What type of poem tho..?" Virgil asked the two who thought for a moment before Aurie answered his question.

"Well it could be centered around how happy us netherlings are with boss right?" Aurie suggested and Ryna as well as Virgil happily agreed to Aurie's suggestion.

With that, the three writers went on to brainstorm some more before actually writing the idea.

Entertainment Galore:

"Ares~ I didn't think that you'd be assigned to this team~" Sister Voltaire said as they gave Charlotte headpats who despite being a ghost, a spell was casted on her to have and feel physical touch. Which helped a lot when it came to tasks and interacting with Zander and the netherlings.

"Uh yea.. Ny assigned me to decora as well." Ares responded back to them who simply smiled with eyes filled with glee.

"I can't wait to hear your voice then Ares~" they said and Ares blushed a little at this as the noir demon just giggled.

"I honestly feel like I'm third wheeling but at least I'm getting pampered.." Charlotte mumbled as she watched Ares and Sister Voltaire excitedly talked about the lyrics to their original song.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to get my voice ready." Eva sat beside Ares and Sister Voltaire who both smiled at her.

"I wasn't aware that you're with us as well~" Sister Voltaire mused. "Yeaa.. I was the last one to be assigned to a job and on top of that I also had to prepare my voice." Eva explained to the two.

"Well it doesn't matter, at least you're here now. We were planning on writing an original group song so let's start on it yea?" Ares said with glee. Charlotte once again floated to Sisters Voltaire's lap to receive headpats that they happily gave.

Sweet Cheeks:

"Why'd you decide on that as our groups name Rosie..?" "Yea. It sounds stupid." Nygral and Layla both looked at Rosie who sweat dropped at this and Ax laughed at the whole ordeal.

"I mean... we all do have sweet cheeks.. ri-right?" Rosie slowly backed away from Nygral who was indeed ready to bonk her.

"Could you jellies stop messing and help me get the cheesecake batter done!" Layla yelled as her little jelly like body was trying to carry the flour.

The three sighed and went to help Layla who was already, almost covered in flour as her horn accidentally poked a hole outside the flour bag.

"Hope the sweets turn out well..." Ax prayed that it would go well, he does not want to clean a kitchen thats infested with flour or batter. He has 70% confidence that no mess will be made. Maybe-

"Hey guys, I brought the... What is happening here?" Then came in a the clubs netherling that was an incubus just like Zander, he looked at the mess in front of him with poor Ax looking like he went through hell with the amount of flour he was cleaning.

"Great timing River! We need help over here!" Nygral yelled as she carried a Rosie that was fast asleep.. How could anyone sleep amidst the chaos?

River quickly ran over to Layla's side; who struggled to mix the batter with the whisk that was almost two times bigger than her.

Ax looked at the chaos unfolding in front of him and sighed.

Yes... this was indeed going well.

Inventors Workshop:

MJ was in a space he set up himself as his workshop to make his inventions such as the confetti canons.

He was being quiet and fully focused at the invention he was handling when he heard a noise behind him..

MJ rolled his eyes and sighed and without looking back he already knew who it was. "Shouldn't you be with your team Invii?" The automation giggled mischievously and manifested from the shadows.

"I just wanted to check on how you were doing~" Invii walked towards the inventor who let the automation to do his thing.

"Don't they need need you Invii?" MJ asked, "Not really, the decora and writers teams need to make the invitations first before my team can deliver them. So my whole team is pretty much just helping around right now." Invii answered.

"So you're slacking off?" MJ asked, smirking as Invii pouted at this.

'Maybe some company wouldn't be so bad.' MJ thought.

Bartending Slayers:

"Cordelia, why weren't you chosen for entertainment as well? You're a siren right?" Raven asked as she arranged the glasses on the cabinets.

"Cus, you can't just ask that ya know!" Raymond scolded her but Cordelia just chuckled and shook her head.

She closed her notebook which contained receipts for her drinks, and looked at the two cousins.

"Even if Ny had asked me on what team I wanted to join, it'd still be this one, making a exclusive drink for Zanny and the netherlings as well as the guests is such a amazing feeling to me~" The two saw the passion and love the siren held for her job and that made them respect her more. So they vowed to help her in any possible way they can.

Decora Colora:

"Punk thinks that this shouldn't be placed here.." He said as Zaki placed a handmade purple flower she made on one of the tables.

"Why not?" She asked him and Punk happily answered. "Punk thinks that the wind that the door might make will blow your flowers away." Zaki looked at Punk for a second before moving the flowers to a place where they wouldn't get blowed away. Zaki also thanked Punk who happily accepted the thanks.

Meanwhile, Ashes and Aryn were both making the designs for the invitations before giving them to the writers to finish them off.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow but I'm also reminded of how much work we have to do.." Aryn said as they started coloring the paper they designed.

"I'm sure we can finish before boss comes back tomorrow. I mean, the netherlings are all hardworking so there's no doubt that we'll get the tasks done~" Ashes stated in a gentle tone, focused on the drawing in front of her.

"Hey guys, how's the invitations going?" "Ares!" "Took ya long enough." "The time got away from me sorry..."

Ares sat down with the two and helped them with the invitation making as they kinda did have a lot to make.

. . . . . . . . .

Half the day had had passed and the netherlings were all still hard at work, each of them with determined faces on and pouring every ounce of love inside their hearts into whatever they were doing for their incubus.

Sweet Cheeks:

"I think the batters ready to stay inside the fridge now." Layla stated as she looked at the delicious vanilla batter in front of her, the rest of the team nodded at this and the only thing left was to carry the wide trays of batter inside the fridge.

For that, they all switched into their human forms as they didn't wanna cause a accident... they don't have history to repeat itself after all..

After putting the trays inside the fridge and making sure that the seals were tight; they all sighed in relief as they switched back to their jelly forms.

"Ny, are you sure that we made enough cake..?" River asks as his tail swishes back and fort like a cats, Nygral thought for a second and answered. "Maybe cupcakes and a few other sweet treats that are easy to bake wouldn't hurt?" She said and looked at the netherlings in front of her.

"What about food?" Ax asked and Nygral answered, "Since I know that we might screw the cooking, I decided to just order food." "Thats good. Don't wanna see netherlings getting turned into a burger accidentally lmao." "Layla!" They all laughed an started to get to work again as they still had a lot to bake.

Decora Colora:

"Okay, which netherling took the glue? I need it right now ASAP." Zaki stated as she looked around.

The club was already half decorated and it looked beautiful. Flowers, fairy lights, balloons, and fanart made by the other netherlings were hang up on pretty vines that were hanging as well.

"I'm gonna take a break, my paws are tired~" Ashes let go of the crayon she was holding and stood up to stretch their bones(?).

"Punk can finish yours if thats fine with you?" Punk asks Ashes who happily agreed to their request.

The decora team were all pretty quiet as they were focused on their own tasks when it came to decorating, which also helped them speed up the process that they're the team thats almost done.

Writers Cavern:

"Maybe replace that word with something more.. lighter? To make sure it's easy to pronoun for the readers?" Virgil suggested and Ryan quickly took the suggestion.

"I think we should also make sure to make the fonts more lighter as well, heavy fonts might send confusion." Aurie also suggested.

Ryna typed inside their laptop for a little while then showed the work to Virgil and Aurie whose eyes sparkled upon reading the words.

"This is perfect!" "You did amazing!" The two exclaimed at Ryan who blushed a little at the praises.

They agreed on the letter and they started working on the design for the big letter, that was actually a speech the netherlings all put their hearts into. They're all such sweeties aren't they?

Inventors Workshop:

MJ was once again alone in perfecting his invention as Invii had already left to get back to their team to prepared as the invitations were almost done for deliveries.

MJ made sure that the device was netherling proof as he knew how reckless netherlings could be and also because he didn't wanna cause another injury like last time... we don't talk about that-

Bartending Slayers:

"Ew... this drink tastes horrible Rayray.." "Shut up Raven yours is worst!" Cordelia watched as the two cousins in front of her argue in amusement while she herself, was mixing a drink.

The cousins held a competition on whose drinks fit the menu more, but in the end; Cordelia ended up choosing two drinks from each of them. stating that the rivalry wasn't necessary as she would have chosen two drinks from them anyways ahahaha~

Entertainment Galore:

Sister Voltaire was humming while writing down on their notebook the lyrics they had thought off for their original song that was dedicated to Zander.

Ares went back to the decora team as they finished their part on the groups original song and have already worked on their mini original song that was also dedicated to Zander.

Eva was teaching Charlotte how to harmonize with her as they were in need of backup vocals and at first Charlotte struggled but eventually got the hang of it.

. . . . . . . . .

Everything in the club was going well and the netherlings all worked until sun had risen up again, the netherlings all woke up to ryzawrs licking their faces!?

"What the heck!? Ew get off of me!" One of the netherlings said as the ryzawr innocently tilted their head.

"Netherlings! Took you all long enough to wake up, it was already 7 PM in the evening, you jellies slept for so long~" Ryzar smiled at the Netherlings who all looked confused at what was happening.. what was bro doing here??

"Mister Ryzar... since when did you get here?" Nygral, who had also just woken up and was now on her human form, walked over to Ryzar with tired eyes and dark circles.

"Me and my cupcakes came over at 2 PM as Zanny wanted someone to check on you guys, but I can see that you all are doing well." He stated as he looked around the club.

"The club was filled with colorful decoration all around but also had mess all around.

The netherlings all gathered themselves and ate some food that Ryzar and the ryzawrs kindly brought over for them. Ryzar didn't ask what all the decor was for as it was already obvious. The 'Happy Birthday Zanny!' banner gave it away-

After the late lunch, Nygral gathered all the netherlings for one final meeting.

"Alright netherlings, in a few hours, boss will be back from Japan along with the boys. The plan is to gather everyone and surprise boss with everyone here, completed and in harmony. Ryzar will be helping the delivery team to deliver the invitations while the ryzawrs will help with last preparations. Let's all do our best for boss!" Everybody cheered and they all quickly got to work for the final stretch.

Delivery Team:

"Aurelia, Eros and Invii, ya''ll ready to rumble?" Serran asked as they all got ready to head out with Ryzar by their side, just to make sure they're all safe ya know.

The first place they went to was where the dewdrops, roscals, pipsqueaks and lunarists were all gathered and were actually waited for them.

After giving the invitations to the rest of the Avalights, they went to each of the Ravanis members houses to deliver the invitations to them as well.

It took them two hours to deliver everything and they were all super tired when they came back to club netherbrand which by the way, was already filled with guests.

. . . . . . . . . . .

"Are you all sure that we should eat dinner at the club? I still have to get me and my netherlings to whip up something." Zander and the rest of Avallum landed a few minutes ago and they were all now inside a Uber that was driving to the location of club netherbrand.

"Well, I think it'd be more nice to eat a home cooked meal by you Zanny~" Lucien mused and the other boys, yes even Rosco, agreed.

The incubus didn't really question. anything as his mind was overshadowed with thoughts of his netherlings, he couldn't wait to cuddle with them tonight.

That was the best birthday gift he could ever receive later midnight.

. . . . . . .

They all got out of the Uber and payed the driver, the blond then saw that the clubs windows was closed by curtains and that the lights were all closed.. hm? Thats odd.

The rest of the boys just closely followed behind him; Rosco trying so hard to hide the grin, Gale and Cassian waiting for it while Lucien prepares his voice for the yell.

Softly and cautiously.. the incubus opened the front door and was met with a dark void ahead, he reached for the light switched and mere seconds after the lights was turned on, the whole club was developed with loud cheers and colorful confetti.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZANDER!!!!"

Everyone around him cheered and the incubus stood in shock as he looked at every netherling, some were in their human forms while some were in jelly form. They were all smiling.

The Ravanights and Avalights also cheered happily in their own cute, little ways while Ravanis and the rest of Avallum greeted each other.

"Boss? You alright?" Nygral was the first to approach the incubus who was frozen in place with shocked eyes.

It took a few moments for the incubus to process things before he teared up while the netherlings approached him.

"I...I.. you all didn't have to.." He said, eyes raw with strong emotions as the netherlings were all over him. Some laughed with amusement, some cried with him, some comforted him and some felt and did all.

He collapsed on the ground and hugged all the netherlings with so much love and warmth as they, also returned the same.

After that precious moment, obviously recorded by the others for... blackmail- memory reasons. Yes..

The baker team brought out the cheesecake that was decorated with dozens of strawberries. They all sang him the song and he made a wish as well, then blew out the candles.

The food came and they all enjoyed the food and cake while the entertainment team sang many songs all dedicated for their incubus who may or may not have cried a little~

The bartenders prepared the best drinks with Zander making sure that they all wouldn't drink too much.

The party lasted for a few hours before the guests all eventually had to go home, the cleaning was left to the netherlings as they let the incubus sleep as they knew he was tired.

"He really looks like he drank a lot didn't he." Layla said as she wiped the table the incubus was sleeping on.

"Can some of you carry him to his bedroom, him sleeping here wouldn't be so comfortable." Nygral ordered and a murder of netherlings complied as they carried the incubus up to his bedroom to lay him to sleep.

After the long cleaning the whole club process, Nygral gathered the netherlings again for one final meeting.

"Operation: Incubus Party is completed successfully. I wanna thank all the netherlings who worked hard today! We all did very well and I could see how happy this whole party made him." They all happily cheered and the night was officially done.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The incubus stirred awake, he saw the full moon shining through his windows, the bright light enlightening his surroundings.

He looked tried to sit up but felt heavy and soft objects weighting him down, he looked down and to all sides of his bed to see his netherlings all soundly asleep.

He smiled and laid back down, making sure not to wake any of them as well as putting the blanket up for them.

He looked to the full moon peaking outside his windows and closed his eyes to repeat the wish he had said earlier.

"Please always keep my netherlings all safe and sound. They all deserve nothing but the best in their lives." He opened his eyes and smiled at the memories flashing inside his mind.

He couldn't wait for his birthday next year as this time, he promises... He will give back to his netherlings.

He promises, to love his netherlings ten times more.

Eternally,

Willingly,

Forever....

The incubus closed his eyes for the night once again, holding the most precious beings that were blessings close to his heart. The moon looking down at them, making sure to protect the incubus and his netherlings.

Because even the moon knows...

How much the incubus cherished the netherlings.

The beings who changed his life.

Happy Birthday, Zander Netherbrand.

May the years to come forever be in your favor.

I.. kinda teared up at the last part-

I hope ya'll enjoyed reading this and thank you to every netherling who participated in this :3

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[kanatamour]

A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

[mera-k1]

Hi, you are absolutely doing god's work! Could I suggest b, j, and v for cozmez please? Thank you so much!

thank you, nonnie!! i hope you enjoy this~

Smut Alphabet (B, J, V)

cozmez x gn!reader

-smut

kanata yatonokami

♡ body part [what’s their favorite part of your body?]

-kanata loves your chest the most. whether it's big, small, in between, it doesn't matter to him. he loves touching and kissing and perhaps even giving a few nips... either way, he loves your chest no matter what and doesn't hide it when you both are in bed together.

♡ jack off [how often do they jack off?]

-not often. kanata is not a horny guy and usually doesn't feel any need to jack off so it's rare. he's usually very secretive about it and most times you're around anyways so why bother jacking off?

♡ volume [are they loud or quiet? what sort of noises do they make?]

-he's on the quiet side, usually not wanting to alert anyone of what the two of you are doing... he's a bit embarrassed to let any noises slip out in fear of someone other than you hearing. what if his brother of all people hears?! that's enough to make him shut up...

nayuta yatonokami

♡ body part [what’s their favorite part of your body?]

-your collarbone. he just finds it as the perfect spot. close to your chest and your neck. perfect, isn't it? nayuta likes kissing both spots so it's only natural that he'd like to kiss the space between them too! aside from that though, he does love your cheeks!

♡ jack off [how often do they jack off?]

-similarly to his brother, nayuta doesn't jack off much. it's rare for him to. he's just not interested in it and would prefer if you were around. you're much better than leaving him with only his thoughts to get off to.

♡ volume [are they loud or quiet? what sort of noises do they make?]

-again, not very loud. he talks a bit more than his brother but still likes to stay quiet. he is a bit of a whiner though and will let a few slip if you both go long enough. it gets hard to keep those noises down, you know!