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Hiya!! I love your wbk works!!! May I request nsfw umi with inexperienced anxious reader!! I know he would be the sweetest

Don’t forget to drink water and take breaks!!

- 💫anon

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄! ⎯ 𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

summary: After his friends make a joke about their sex life, [Name] can’t stop overthinking. She and Hajime have been together for a while, but they’ve never gone further than kissing — and now, self-conscious and anxious, she starts to wonder if he’s getting tired of waiting. That night, when he stays over, she finally decides to be honest about what she wants… even if it scares her.

warnings: first Time, fem!reader is Nervous, soft dom Umemiya Hajime, Gentle Sex, emotional comfort, aftercare, oral (m → f), fingering, virgin Reader, Anxiety, Reassuring Partner, soft dirty talk, penetration (m → f), (Established Relationship, crying during sex (not negative).

wc: 5.9k words.

💫 anon: thank you so much for the request ! It was my first time in ages writing a request, I hope I did okay and it turned out like you imagined it ! <3

It was one of those lazy golden evenings, the kind that made the cracked pavement glow and turned even the loudest engine roars into background noise. The Bofurin boys were gathered outside the usual convenience store, sprawled across their bikes and stacked milk crates, trash-talking each other over cans of soda and half-eaten snacks.

You were tucked under Umemiya Hajime’s arm, legs curled up on the curb, sipping a melon soda and trying not to overthink how his fingers occasionally rubbed slow circles into your shoulder. He always touched you like that — casual, comforting. Familiar.

“Oi, Umemiya!” Suo shouted through a mouthful of chips, grinning like a devil. “Don’t think we didn’t notice [Name] looking all dazed earlier. What, you finally put those pretty-boy muscles to use?”

Laughter broke out instantly. Togame whistled low, while Toma choked on his drink. You stiffened slightly, your heart lurching, but tried to keep your face neutral.

Umemiya laughed — that loud, slightly nasal cackle of his — and tilted his head back.

“Oi oi,” he said with a grin, tightening his arm around your shoulder. “I’m a gentleman, ya know. I ain’t some wild dog.”

Someone muttered something about “liar,” and Umemiya just kept chuckling, shaking his head like it didn’t matter. He didn’t seem embarrassed. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t… correct them.

You forced a smile, but your fingers tightened around the soda can. Your stomach was twisting.

Because the truth was… you hadn’t done anything. Not really. Kissing, sure. And once or twice, things had gotten a little heated — wandering hands, breathless moments where you thought maybe it would go further — but you always pulled back. And he never pushed. Not once.

Still, something about how easily he’d brushed the comment off, how natural he looked laughing with the guys like it wasn’t a big deal, made something sink in your chest.

When the sun finally dipped below the skyline and everyone started peeling off, you tugged at his sleeve as he swung a leg over his bike.

“Hey,” you murmured, forcing your voice to sound light. “Wanna stay over tonight?”

He paused for half a second, eyes flicking to your face. There was a beat — not suspicion, but something close. Something quietly attentive. But he just gave a crooked smile.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Course I do.”

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing a little too loud in the quiet apartment.

You padded toward your room without saying much, tugging your hoodie sleeves over your hands like they could muffle the pounding in your chest. Umemiya followed at a slower pace, always letting you lead — not just physically. Emotionally, too. That was the thing about him. He was easy to be around… but sometimes that made it harder.

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs drawn up, arms around your knees. The silence in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was… fragile.

Umemiya was still by the door, pulling off his jacket, then his hoodie — loose tank top underneath. Muscles flexing naturally. You watched him from the corner of your eye, heart thudding. You wanted him. That was never the issue. You wanted him so badly it made your hands shake sometimes. But— wanting didn’t make the fear go away.

You turned your eyes down to your lap, staring at your fingers twisted in the fabric of your sleeves. Why couldn’t you just do something? Say something? Reach for him, pull him down to the bed and kiss him until you both forgot how long it had been. How far you hadn’t gone.

You bit your lip, hard.

Maybe he was tired of it. Of you. The thought twisted sharp in your gut. He laughed when the guys made that joke. Didn’t even correct them. Didn’t say, “Nah, we haven’t done that yet.” Just smiled like it didn’t matter. Like it was easier to let them think you had.

God, what if he was only waiting to be polite? What if he was bored of waiting? What if he was getting tired of you?

Your chest tightened, breath hitching without warning. You didn’t mean to sniffle, but it happened, and you quickly wiped your face on your sleeve, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But of course, he had.

You felt the shift in the bed before you saw him — the dip of the mattress beside you as he sat down, careful, like he didn’t want to startle you.

“…Hey,” Umemiya said softly, voice losing that lazy, teasing edge he used with everyone else. It was just him now. Just Hajime.

You still didn’t look up.

He waited a beat, then nudged your knee gently with his fingers.

“[Name]. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You wanted to answer — really, you did — but the words were all stuck behind a dam of anxiety and self-doubt.

You felt his hand slip over your knee again, this time staying there. Just a warm, steady weight. No pressure.

Just… waiting.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted quietly, voice breaking despite your best effort.

Umemiya blinked. “What?” He leaned in a little. “Sorry for what?”

You finally looked at him — and the concern in his eyes nearly undid you completely. Not judgment. Not frustration. Just open, focused attention. The kind he gave you when you were unraveling, but he still made you feel like the center of his universe.

“For not…” You trailed off, breath shaking. “For not being able to do more. With you.”

He froze. Not in a bad way — not like you said something wrong. Just… like he was processing it fully.

“…You think I’m mad about that?” he asked quietly.

Your silence said everything.

Umemiya exhaled slowly and scooted a little closer, legs turning toward you. His fingers brushed yours where they rested between your knees.

“I’m not mad, [Name],” he said. “I’m not tired of you. Not waiting for you to hurry up or do anything you’re not ready for.”

Your eyes were burning. You hated crying in front of people. Even him.

“But it’s been so long,” you whispered. “And I want to, Hajime. I really do. I just don’t know how to… start. Or say it. And then I think maybe you’re bored or regretting waiting this long and—”

“Whoa, whoa,” he cut in gently, squeezing your hand. “Bored? Regretting? Pretty, I’m not some asshole who just wants that.”

You blinked, surprised by the firmness in his voice.

He looked at you straight-on now, gaze unwavering. “I like waiting. Because it means I get more time with you like this. Holding your hand. Making you laugh. Walking you home. Falling asleep next to you. And yeah, I want you. Of course I do. But only when you want it. And not a second before.”

You stared at him, lips parted, something warm and aching rising in your chest.

His hand to your cheek, brushing your hair back. “You’re not Weird. Or slow. Or anything to apologize for. You’re just… you. And I’m crazy about you. Okay?”

Your breath hitched again, but this time for a different reason.

You wanted to be close. You wanted to stop thinking and start feeling.

You didn’t remember leaning into him — not really — but suddenly your forehead was resting against his shoulder, and his arms were around you. Gentle. Warm. He always held you like you were something breakable, but never fragile.

His lips brushed the top of your head. “We don’t have to do anything, y’know,” he murmured. “I meant that.”

“I…” Your voice caught. “I want to, Hajime. I just…”

Your fingers clutched at the front of his shirt, trembling. Your heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of your chest. He didn’t rush you. Just rubbed slow circles into your lower back with his thumb.

You took a breath, then another. “I want you to.. to touch me.”

You felt him exhale slowly, chest rising under your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he gently tilted your head up.

His voice was a mumble, “Okay.”

He kissed you — not rushed or greedy. Just slow and warm and full of patience. You leaned into it, lips parting when his tongue brushed yours. It made something tighten deep in your belly. Need. Want. Still wrapped in nerves, but no longer drowning in them.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours. “Still okay?”

You nodded. “Y-Yeah. Just… r-really nervous.”

He smiled, and it was so soft it made your heart ache. “S’okay to be nervous. You’re safe, [Name]. I got you.”

You swallowed, fingers twisting in his shirt. “I don’t really… know what to do.”

“You don’t gotta do anything,” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

He helped you ease back on the bed, crawling over you with slow, careful movements, like you were made of glass. You gasped a little when his lips trailed down your throat, warm and patient, sucking just enough to leave a trace. Your hands clutched at his shoulders.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your skin, then kissed your collarbone. “Tell me if anything’s too much. If you need to stop, even for a second—just say the word, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, then whispered, “Please don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

His hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers trailing feather-light touches along your ribs, then down, until he reached the waistband of your shorts.

He paused. “Can I?”

Your breath hitched. “Y-Yeah.”

He tugged them down gently, helping you get out of them. His eyes stayed on yours the whole time—like he was making sure you never felt exposed, only seen.

And then his hand was between your thighs.

You whimpered when his fingers brushed you—softly at first, then with more intent as he found you already wet. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, but he was there, murmuring soft praise into your skin.

“So good, love,” he whispered, lips at your neck. “So pretty like this. You feel amazing.”

Your head dropped back onto the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly. His finger slid between your folds, slow and teasing, not quite pressing in. You bucked a little without meaning to.

“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing your jaw. “I got you. Gonna go slow.”

When he slid a single finger inside, you gasped — it wasn’t painful, just foreign, new.

“Still okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, “It feels… weird. But g-good.”

“Gonna add another, ‘kay?”

You nodded, hips shifting just the tiniest bit toward him. And then you felt two fingers stretching you open, a pressure building as he worked you gently, curling against something inside you that made you moan, shaky and breathless.

“Fuck, you sound so good,” he murmured, kissing you.

Before you could even form words, he was moving lower. His fingers pulled back just enough for his mouth to replace them, tongue teasing gently over your clit. You gasped — a sharp, trembling sound — your hips twitching as your hands flew to his hair.

“H-Haji—wait, I—!” you stuttered, overwhelmed.

He looked up for just a second, lips slick. “Too much?”

“N-No! Just—feels really good—!”

He smiled, tongue dipping again, flicking and circling with such slow speed you could feel your stomach coiling tighter and tighter. His fingers slid back inside you, syncing with the rhythm of his mouth —

“Good girl,” he murmured into you. “Let it happen. Just feel me. You’re doing so good, sugar.”

That broke something open.

You arched against the bed with a strangled cry, thighs trembling around his head as your orgasm hit you in waves. Your hands gripped his shoulders like you were falling — but he was already holding you, grounding you, kissing you through every second of it.

When you finally came down, panting and dazed, he was already back at your side, wiping your tears away — you hadn’t even realized you were crying again.

Not from fear this time. From relief.

From being wanted — and seen.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again, tucking you into his chest as you curled into him. “Always.

“I want to… I want to go further,” you said, voice barely more than a whisper.

His brows lifted slightly — not from surprise, but from caution. “Yeah?”

You nodded, already shaking a little. “I… I want you to be my first. I’m just— I’m r-really scared.”

He didn’t tease. Didn’t smirk. He just shifted upright a little, leaning closer to cup your cheek with one warm, calloused hand.

“I’d be honored,” he said quietly. “But only if you’re really sure, baby. Not just ‘I want to make him happy.’ Not just to get it over with. You. Are you sure?”

You swallowed hard. “I want you. I’m scared, but I trust you.”

His breath hitched — almost like you’d just punched all the air out of his lungs. “Okay,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you slow and deep. “Then I’m gonna make it good for you. Gonna go slow. Real slow. You tell me to stop, even once? I stop. No questions.”

You nodded again, heart rattling against your ribs. “O-Okay.”

He kissed you again — not rushed, not hungry. Just careful. His hands moved over your body like he was learning you all over again, pausing when you gasped or tensed, murmuring soft praise into your skin with every touch.

“You’re so beautiful, [Name]. You’re perfect like this.”

He took his time undressing too, letting you see all of him, letting you touch. Just quiet closeness, layer by layer.

When he laid you back, he kissed down your chest, hands stroking your thighs to ease the tension there. lips brushing your skin.

“I’m gonna go real slow. Gonna feel a little stretch at first, yeah? Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide. “I-I’m ready.”

“Okay,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “I’m right here.”

You felt the press of him — the tip nudging gently between your folds. You tensed automatically, and his hand immediately found yours, fingers weaving tight.

“Shhh, love. I got you,” he whispered. “We’ll stop if it’s too much.”

You shook your head quickly. “N-No. Just… just need a second.”

He kissed your knuckles. “Take your time.”

With your breathing slow and guided by his soft words, he began to push in — just a little at a time. You gasped, eyes fluttering, thighs trembling under his steady touch. It didn’t hurt, not really. It was just… intense. Full. New.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You feel incredible. So warm. So soft.”

You whimpered again, face burying into his shoulder as he bottomed out with a low, shaky breath.

“That’s it. You took all of me, baby,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “You okay?”

“I-I think so,” you breathed, still trembling. “J-Just… stay like this. Just for a second.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

He held you there, letting you adjust, his hand stroking your side while he whispered soft, silly nothings — how proud he was, how beautiful you looked, how much he adored you.

When you finally nodded, he started to move — just a slow, careful rock of his hips. You gasped again, overwhelmed, but this time there was more pleasure than fear.

Each roll of his body made something flutter deep inside you, and you clung to him like he was the only real thing in the world. His breath stuttered against your neck, but he never went faster, never chased his own pleasure. He was all you.

“I love you,” you whispered, voice cracking as your body trembled again.

He looked at you like the words broke him open. “I love you too, [Name],” he said. “So much. You’re doing amazing.”

The warmth building inside you wasn’t just physical — it was emotional, too. Every soft thrust, every whispered praise, every slow, touch brought you closer. When you finally came again, it was with tears in your eyes and his name on your lips, your whole body tightening around him.

„fuck.. im close Sugar… need you a little longer.“

After more soft thrusts, He followed soon after, burying his face in your neck with a low, desperate sound, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

He didn’t pull away right away. Just stayed there, breathing with you, stroking your hair, kissing your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was. How much he loved you. How grateful he was you trusted him like this.

You were still shaking — but not from fear this time.

From being full. Of love. Of him. Of something that felt safe and unforgettable.

You blinked up at the ceiling, your body buzzing with a thousand sensations you didn’t know how to sort through.

And then — reality hit you like a cold breeze.

You were naked.

Next to him.

You yelped softly and yanked the blanket up to your chest in one frantic motion, curling onto your side and pulling the covers tightly around you like they could erase the memory of how bare you’d just been.

Umemiya — still sprawled on his back beside you, breathing heavy but completely relaxed — turned his head with a lazy grin.

“…You serious?” he said with a low chuckle. “You’re really gonna get shy on me now?”

You squeaked, hiding half your face under the blanket. “D-Don’t look!“

His laugh came louder this time, boyish and full of warmth, and he flopped dramatically onto his side to face you. “Babe, I just had you. You think there’s anything left I haven’t seen?”

“That’s exactly why!” you said, face burning. “It’s different now!”

He grinned, eyes soft even through the teasing. “God, you’re cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you grumbled, voice muffled behind the fabric. “I’m— I’m—nervous.”

“I know, baby.” His voice dropped into something softer now, less teasing. His fingers reached beneath the blanket to find yours and squeeze them gently. “But you don’t have to be. Not with me.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just clutched the sheets tighter and peeked at him over the edge.

“You’re not… disappointed?” you asked softly. “That I was so nervous? That I didn’t know anything?”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth. Each one slow. Sure.

“[Name],” he said, like he needed you to hear it, “I’m proud of you. That took so much trust. And you gave that to me. I don’t care how nervous you were. You were perfect.”

Your eyes welled again — because he meant it. Not just to soothe you. Not to win points.

Just the truth.

He tugged gently at the blanket, lowering it an inch. “Let me hold you properly, yeah? I miss your skin.”

You hesitated — then slowly let him tug the covers down enough to slide his arms around your waist, pulling you in close, your chest pressed to his.

His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady. Everything about him said safe.

“You were perfect,” he repeated into your hair, breath soft against your scalp. “And you’re still cute, even if you’re hiding like a little shrimp under the covers.”

You groaned into his chest, face still red.

But you smiled, too.

Because he was right here. And you didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. my first English smut…

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chaeuvy · 2 days ago

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⸝⸝ ＃┆𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒! ⎯ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀

summary: While hanging out near the underpass close to enemy area, Sakura Haruka and his friends Suo and Nirei hear someone running. Suddenly, a girl in a school uniform leaps off a wall above them—landing directly on Haruka after accidentally kneeing him in the face. During her mid-air jump, Haruka unintentionally gets a full view under her skirt, which completely flusters him.

warnings: dirty thoughts, accidental Panty Shot, love at First Sight, awkward & shy Haruka, tsundere Male Lead, comedy, fanservice, fluff with a side of chaos, mild language, swearing, suggestive.

wc: 1.06k words.

THE.. underpass smelled, as always, like smoke and wet concrete.

Sakura Haruka stood, like so many times before, next to Suo, while Nirei walked around close to them, eyeing the graffiti on the wall with a furious glare—it clearly wasn’t from their people. Their gang and area.

“I’m telling you, Suo, if those bastards are p-pissing in OUR territory again, I swear—”

“Calm down, Nirei,” Suo interrupted with his usual calmness. “Let’s just observe first.”

Haruka leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He hated being this close to enemy territory. But what he hated even more was how his heart started racing—not because of a fight, but because of the loud, rapid tap-tap-tap of shoes approaching from a distance.

He frowned. “You guys hear that too?” he asked.

“Sounds like—” Suo began, but it was already there:

A Run.

Fast. Hasty. Panicked.

Someone was fleeing. And a second later—a shadow above them.

“What the—?!” Haruka snapped his head upward—and his brain went into full emergency mode.

You jumped.

In your school uniform, short skirt, white knee-high socks. Hair whipping in the wind. Your face serious. Almost elegant, almost like slow motion—if, IF, Haruka’s gaze hadn’t immediately shot up under your skirt.

White. Pure. Right in his damn line of sight.

“Gah—?!” Haruka let out a choked sound, eyes wide. His brain exploded in dirty thoughts before he even had a chance to stop them.

“White… She’s wearing… Shit, I’m so screwed.”

BAM.

Your knee smashed right into his face. Haruka crashed backwards to the ground—with you landing directly on top of him. Your arm on his chest, your hips dangerously close to his.

A single, shallow breath—and you looked him dead in the eyes.

And Haruka? Was. Completely. Gone.

“A-Ah…” he croaked. His face redder than Suo’s earrings.

“Ugh…! I’m sorry!” You leapt off him. Your voice was firm, but you were panting. “I didn’t have a choice—those damn guys were chasing me—”

“YOU LANDED ON SAKURA, YOU BROKE HIM!” Nirei threw his arms in the air, flailing wildly. “YOU CURSED HIM—LOOK AT HIS FACE!”

“Goddamn… I’m alive…” Haruka mumbled from the ground. “…I think…”

Suo slowly leaned over him, his expression neutral. “You looked up her skirt, didn’t you?”

Haruka groaned and turned away. “Fuck off, Suo.”

You adjusted your uniform. Your gaze was proud, almost defiant, even if your breathing was still uneven.

“I didn’t get lost, if that’s what you’re thinking. I know exactly where I want to go. Those assholes back there don’t.”

“YOU JUMPED OFF A GODDAMN WALL!” Nirei was practically hyperventilating.

“So what? Should I have screamed and waited to be rescued?” You snapped at him. Then turned to Haruka, who was slowly sitting up. “You’re the leader, right?”

“Huh?” Haruka’s eyes widened. He rubbed his aching chin.

“You Look Like it. But also a little bit of ‘clueless softie with punching power’ energy.” You smirked. “I like it.”

Haruka flushed to the tips of his ears. “W-What?! S-Shut the hell up…”

Suo grinned. “She’s got you figured out, Haruka.”

“You shut the hell up too!”

Nirei cried out, “THIS ISN’T REAL. THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. A GIRL LIKES HIM!”

You knelt briefly next to Haruka, eyes gleaming. “Thanks for catching me. Even if your face made out with my knee.”

“I-It was… it was nothing…I DIDNT EVEN WANTED TO CATCH YOU!” he mumbled, eyes glued to the ground, desperately trying not to think about that image again.

You grinned. “See you around, Sakura Haruka.”

And then you walked off. Just like that. Head high. Confident. Like a goddamn tornado had torn through his life who decided to wear knee socks and flash him.

Suo helped him up. “You’re in love, aren’t you?”

“NO!” Haruka yelled, jerking away. “Shut the hell up! I—! I’M NOT—!”

“Your nose is bleeding.”

“SHIT!”

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading..

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chaeuvy · 3 days ago

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⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 pt 2.

summary: Caught in sudden danger, you’re backed against a wall—until he steps in. Without thinking, he shields you with his own body, taking the hits meant for you. He doesn’t fight back—not while you’re behind him, too close to risk. Pain means nothing if it keeps you safe.Only when his crew arrives does he finally turn to you—his voice low, his eyes unreadable. He won’t say it, but it’s clear: He took the damage because it was you. And he’d do it again.

ft. mitsuki kiryu, hayato suo, akihiko nirei.

warnings: violence, injury, swearing, language, physical contact, wbk boys are in loveee,

wc: 1.7k

PT. 1 here with ren kaji, sakura haruki, hajime umemiya.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ MITSUKI KIRYU ˚｡ ꒱

YOU.. barely had time to realize something was wrong.

The voices got sharper. The air shifted — like the moment before lightning strikes.

And then suddenly — he was in front of you.

Mitsuki.

No raised voice. No panic. Just movement. Sharp. Fluid. Decisive.

You didn’t even have time to question it before your back hit the wall — his body shielding yours, his arm snapping out instinctively, bracing against the wall near your head.

He was close. So close, it pulled the air from your lungs.

“Don’t move,” he said — soft, like a warning, like a promise.

Eyes forward. Shoulders squared. Controlled. Still.

Then the first blow came.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t react.

The hit landed square against his ribs — brutal.

Another one followed, higher — his shoulder, You saw the tension go through him, but he didn’t do so much as blink.

His arms stayed down. Hands loose. Not from weakness — from choice.

Because you were behind him.

Too close.

Too close to risk a counterattack. Too close to do anything except take it.

He could have ended this in seconds. You’d seen what he was capable of.

But that would mean moving. Shifting. Letting you go — even for a second.

So he stayed still. Let the pain come. Let it settle in his bones, rather than risk one miscalculation that might let it touch you.

You whispered his name. “Mitsuki…”

You didn’t expect him to react — but he did.

Just slightly.

A pause in his breathing. A subtle twitch in the corner of his mouth.

He heard it. And he felt it. And for a heartbeat, it shook something he didn’t have time to process.

You. This close. Your voice. Your trust.

But he didn’t turn.

Didn’t speak.

He held. And then—

“KIRYU!!”

His crew. Voices, chaos, impact. The rhythm of fists, the crash of anger.

His people moved like lightning — fast, coordinated, clean.

Kiryu didn’t join in. He stayed.

One second longer. Back still shielding you. Breathing controlled, chest rising and falling like nothing had touched him — even though it had.

Then slowly — deliberately — he turned.

His eyes met yours.

“You’re not hurt,” he said, not as a question, but as a fact he needed confirmed.

You shook your head. Quiet.

But you could barely breathe.

Because he was still so close.

Because in that look — calm and unreadable — something flickered beneath the surface.

Something he didn’t let you see for long.

He stepped back. Just enough to give you space.

“I told you not to move,” he added, voice lower, almost… softer.

Then he turned away. Like it didn’t shake him. Like protecting you was just another part of the plan.

But it wasn’t.

He didn’t plan this. He didn’t think. He just moved.

Because it was you.

And he couldn’t let you get hurt — even if it meant standing there and bleeding without ever lifting a hand.

He wouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe never.

But you knew.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HAYATO SUO ˚｡ ꒱

You didn’t see it coming.

But he did.

Hayato moved the second things felt wrong. The sound of footsteps turned too fast, too sharp. It wasn’t thinking. It was pure instinct.

You.

He reached you in one breathless moment—grabbed your wrist, yanked you back—and then suddenly—

Your back slammed into the wall.

And he was in front of you, chest rising fast, body tense like a wire pulled too tight.

“Stay behind me,” he muttered. Low. Quick. Urgent. Like he didn’t have time to say it again.

And then the first hit came. He didn’t move.

It landed in his side—solid. You felt his body jerk, but he didn’t stumble.

Another hit, straight into his shoulder. Hard enough to make you flinch.

But Hayato didn’t block. Didn’t swing.

He didn’t even raise his voice.

Because you were there.

Pressed so close he could feel your breath on the back of his neck.

Too close to fight like he usually did.

Too close to risk hurting you by accident.

So he just stood there. Taking it.

His fists were clenched. You could see the tension in his arms, the restraint—it was killing him not to strike back.

But every time he shifted, he felt you behind him. And that was enough to make him lock down.

“What a pain,” he hissed under his breath, more at himself than anyone else.

Because he hated this.

Being still. Not protecting the way he wanted to. Not fighting.

But if it meant you didn’t get touched?

He’d take every hit.

You whispered his name. “Hayato—”

He froze for a split second.

Just hearing you say it almost broke his focus. Like something inside him cracked and wanted to turn around. Just to check you. Just to see you.

But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Not until—

“SUO!!”

The crash came fast. His Friends—his people. Like lightning hitting pavement.

Someone flew into the attacker, fists swinging. Voices yelling.

It was chaos. Beautiful, needed chaos.

But Hayato didn’t move.

He still had you against the wall.

Still had his arms up, shoulders tight, body guarding yours like his life meant nothing if it kept you safe.

Then, finally, as the noise faded and the threat was gone—he turned.

His face was flushed, eye sharp but worried.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff. Softer than he wanted it to be.

You nodded. Slowly. He was so close—closer than you’d ever been. And something about his expression didn’t quite match the cocky attitude he usually wore like armor.

He didn’t look away. Not right away.

For just one second, the way he looked at you said everything he refused to admit out loud.

He didn’t think. He didn’t plan. He just moved.

Because it was you.

And that was enough.

Then, of course, he ruined it. Just a little.

“You better owe me for this, you know,” he muttered, stepping back—but slower than he should’ve.

Still watching you. Still pretending it was no big deal.

Even though it was.

To him, it was everything.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HAYATO SUO ˚｡ ꒱

You didn’t know what was happening at first.

The tension in the air shifted — fast, heavy — and suddenly, it wasn’t safe anymore. You turned your head just as voices sharpened and heavy footsteps approached.

And then—

“Get behind me!”

Akihiko.

He was shaking. You could see it — in his hands, in the way his voice cracked. But even so, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind him in a clumsy, frantic motion.

You hit the wall — not hard — but enough to feel it. And suddenly, he was in front of you. Arms spread, breathing fast. Not like a fighter. Not like someone who had control.

Like someone terrified — but standing there anyway.

His voice wavered:

“D-Don’t come any closer!”

But they did.

The first punch hit him square in the side. You heard the sound — the thud — and saw his whole body flinch. He didn’t block it. Didn’t move fast enough.

Another blow hit his shoulder, and he cried out — not loudly, but enough for your chest to tighten.

“Stop it! I-I’m serious!”

He wasn’t. And everyone knew it.

But he still didn’t move.

Didn’t run.

Didn’t step aside.

Because you were behind him.

And no matter how scared he was — no matter how much his legs wanted to run — he couldn’t let them near you.

You whispered his name. “Akihiko…”

He looked over his shoulder just a little, wide-eyed, tears in them, terrified — and yet, his voice came softer.

“I’ve got you… okay?”

And just when it looked like he might collapse under the next hit—

“NIREI!!”

The voices came crashing in. Familiar ones. Loud. Fierce.

His friends.

In an instant, the attackers were off of him — thrown back, knocked down, dealt with.

The chaos passed like a storm, fast and loud.

But Akihiko just stood there.

Breathing hard. Shoulders trembling. Still between you and what just happened.

Then slowly, carefully, he turned to face you.

His eyes were glossy. His lower lip was bleeding. He looked like he might cry — from fear, from relief, from the fact that he actually did it.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t get hit?”

You shook your head. Speechless.

And then he smiled — this tiny, broken little smile — proud and scared all at once.

“I was really scared,” he admitted. “But… I couldn’t let them touch you.”

And in that moment, you realized:

He wasn’t strong. He didn’t know how to fight.

But he still threw himself in front of you.

And that kind of bravery? Was the real kind.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. pt 1 with ren kaji, sakura haruki, hajime umemiya.

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chaeuvy · 3 days ago

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⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 pt 1.

ft. ren kaji, sakura haruki, hajime umemiya.

warnings: violence, injury, swearing, language, physical contact, wbk boys are in loveee,

wc: 1.5k

PT. 2 here with mitsuki kiryu, hayato suo, akihiko nirei.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ REN KAJI ˚｡ ꒱

IT.. happened too fast.

Shouts. Footsteps. The kind of chaos that doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath. You barely had time to turn your head before he moved.

Ren.

He grabbed you without warning. One rough, sudden motion. No hesitation. No explanation.

Before you could even ask what was happening, your back hit the wall—his body pressing into yours, shielding you completely.

Hard. Fast. Protective. You gasped, but he didn’t even look at you.

His attention was locked forward. It was written all over him.

You felt it in the way his muscles tensed, in how tightly he held his position—like he was bracing for impact. Not running. Not fighting.

Just taking it.

You couldn’t see who threw the punches—but you felt each one through him. His body jerked with the force. A sharp breath. A grunt.

He didn’t move. Didn’t fight back.

He could have. You’ve seen him. Fast, precise, ruthless when he has to be. But now… he just stood there.

Because of you.

If he lashed out, you’d be in the line of fire. And he knew it.

So he stayed still. Took the hits. Shielded you like his life meant less than yours.

Your lips parted, breath shaky. “Ren…”

He didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. You were too close. Too close for him to hide how your voice made his resolve falter for a second.

But then—someone shouted.

“REN!!”

Like a storm crashing in, his friends appeared—blows flying, the attacker thrown aside in seconds. The world exploded around you, but Ren didn’t move. Not yet.

For a moment longer, his body stayed in front of yours. Close. Solid. Burning.

Then—he turned. Just enough to look at you.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough and low.

You nodded. Barely.

His eyes didn’t stay on you for long. Just a flicker. Just enough to make your heart pound for an entirely different reason.

Then he looked away. Like he didn’t trust himself to linger.

And in that second, something unspoken hung between you.

He would’ve taken every hit. Even if no one came. Even if it destroyed him. He would’ve done it—just to keep you safe.

But he’d never say that out loud.

Not now.

Maybe never.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HARUKA SAKURA ˚｡ ꒱

IT.. happend in a Flash.

You weren’t ready for the chaos. The voices, the pounding of footsteps, the way the tension in the air thickened like a warning just before a storm hits.

But he was.

Haruka didn’t speak. Didn’t shout.

He just moved.

One swift, brutal motion. His hand grabbed your arm, yanked you close—too fast for you to resist, too sudden to make sense of. And then—bang.

Your back hit the wall, and his body crashed into yours, pressing you there with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

He didn’t say a word.

His eyes, those sharp, ice-cold eyes, were already locked ahead. Like he’d known this was coming.

Like he’d known the moment would require this: putting himself between you and whatever was coming.

You tried to speak—tried to ask what the hell was going on—but then you saw it.

The punch.

It came fast. Too fast. And Haruka didn’t dodge. Didn’t even try.

He took it.

A hit to the ribs—brutal. Another to the shoulder—

His jaw clenched. His fists stayed tight at his sides.

You knew him well enough to know: he wanted to fight back.

God, he wanted to fight back.

But you were right behind him. Too close. One wrong swing and you’d be the one bleeding.

So he stood there. Arms locked. Back arched slightly to cover you. Breathing sharp. Silent.

Taking every blow meant for you.

“Haruka—” you breathed, but your voice barely left your throat.

You felt it, the subtle twitch in his jaw when he heard you say his name. That one crack in his armor he didn’t want you to see. Not now. Not when his chest felt like it might cave in from both the punches and the fact that you were this close.

Then—

“SAKURA!!”

The alley exploded into movement.

His friends. Finally.

One of them tore the attacker away. Fists flew, curses filled the air—and suddenly, Haruka didn’t have to hold back.

But he didn’t move. Not yet.

He stayed where he was—his body still pressed into yours, shielding, silent. For one more heartbeat. Just to be sure.

Then slowly—finally—he turned his head just enough to look at you.

“You hurt?” His voice was low, rough. It sounded almost… angry. But it wasn’t.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

His gaze lingered for half a second too long.

That half-second where he let it slip—just a little—how much it shook him to see you that close to danger.

Then, like always, he shut it down. Cold stare back in place. Jaw tight.

“Tch.” He looked away. “You really are a pain.”

But even as he said it, you knew.

He would’ve taken every hit. He would’ve kept standing, even if it broke him in half. As long as you were safe.

He just didn’t want you to know why.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HAJIME UMEMIYA ˚｡ ꒱

It.. happened before you realized what was going on.

The shift in the air. Voices too loud. A tension that shouldn’t be there.

You turned your head—

And then suddenly, he was there.

Hajime.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t explain.

He just stepped forward and pulled you into him, his arm sweeping around you as his body turned with calm precision. One movement—smooth, fast, final.

Then—your back hit the wall.

And his was pressed against you. Broad, steady, solid.

He said nothing, but the way he held himself—body angled in front of you, every muscle coiled, jaw set—told you everything:

You weren’t going to be touched. Not while he was there.

The first punch came. He felt it coming before you did.

He didn’t flinch.

It landed in his side—heavy.

Another hit his shoulder. Hard.

You felt the shudder of impact through him, but he didn’t move.

Didn’t strike back.

You could feel how tightly he was holding himself still. Like a storm held inside a cage.

Because you were behind him.

Too close. Too exposed.

He could’ve ended it in seconds. You knew that.

He could’ve dropped them all without breaking a sweat.

But he didn’t.

Because one wrong move… and you’d be the one in danger.

He’d take the pain instead.

You barely managed a whisper. “Hajime—”

You didn’t think he’d hear it. But he did.

You felt the small shift in him—almost nothing, but enough. Like his whole body heard your voice before his mind even registered it.

But he still didn’t turn. Still didn’t speak.

He just stayed in front of you. Unmoving. Unshakable. Like a wall. Your wall.

Then— “UMEMIYA!!”

The calm broke like thunder.

Familiar voices. Footsteps pounding.

His friends arrived—like a wave crashing into shore.

They didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, the attackers were dealt with. Bodies hit the ground, someone shouted, someone else cursed.

But Hajime didn’t move.

He stayed in front of you. One second longer. Just to be sure.

Then finally, slowly, he turned—his hand coming to rest lightly on your arm as he checked you over with those steady, warm eyes.

“You okay?” His voice was deep, calm. But there was something under it. Something he wasn’t saying.

You nodded, breath caught in your throat. The world was still spinning, but he made it feel quiet somehow.

His gaze held yours. Just for a moment. Long enough to say what he didn’t.

I’d take every hit for you. Without hesitation. I already did.

Then the moment passed.

He looked away, exhaled through his nose like it was nothing. Like you weren’t the reason he threw himself between fists and flesh without blinking.

“UGH I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I‘D HAVE DONT IF YOU GOT HURT.” He gave a small smile—half-teasing, half-relieved. “You gotta stop being so popular with the wrong crowd.”

But his hand didn’t leave your arm.

And he didn’t move away.

Not yet.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. pt 2 with mitsuki kiryu, hayato suo, akihiko nirei.

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chaeuvy · 4 days ago

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⸝⸝ ＃┆𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 ⎯ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀

summary: You just wanted to get home quickly—nothing more, nothing less. But a wrong turn down a quiet alley changes everything when a group of strangers corners you with bad intentions. Just when fear sets in, a quiet, two-colored-eyed boy named Haruka Sakura steps in, taking them down without a word. He doesn’t want a thanks. He doesn’t want attention. But you’re not the kind to let a silent hero walk away unnoticed.

warnings: Mild violence, street fight, Implied harassment, Protective behavior, Shy!Haruka, Strangers to something more, Fluff, haruka being awkward and blushy.

wc: 600 words.

The sun had long set by the time when you decided to take a shortcut through the narrow alley. The sky was already painted in a dark orange, too beautiful for the area you live in.

It had been one of those days—stressful, exhausting—and you just wanted to get home. Your headphones were buried deep in your ears, playing one of your favorite songs.. It felt peaceful..

Until it didn’t.

You feel a shiver running down your spine..

When you turned, there they were. Three guys. Tall. Broad. Their smirks weren’t friendly—they were the kind that screamed trouble. One of them even licked his lips, trying to keep eye contact with you.

You felt your stomach drop.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Where you headed so fast?” The biggest one stepped forward, and you instinctively stepped back. “Come hang with us for a bit.”

You tried to talk your way out. “I—I don’t have time. I need to-…” You glanced around. No one. Not a soul.

„Im sure you can make time for us, pretty. We don’t bite. Unless you want us to.“ one of them smirked.

And then—a step. a Heavy one .

Someone placed himself between you and them.

Black and white hair. Loose shirt. A stance that was somehow calm… and dangerous. And then, the jacket — the furin Highschool jacket.

Haruka Sakura.

You’d never seen him before, but something about him—his icy aura—made even you stop breathing for a second.

“Leave.”

It wasn’t a request. His voice was quiet, almost flat—but commanding, final.

“What’s this? Some emo kid playing hero?” one of them sneered.

„And what’s up with ur eyes? Are these Contact lenses?“ the other one laughs.

But before you could blink, Haruka moved. A flash. So fast you could barely register it—a kick straight to one guy’s chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

The next one lunged, but Haruka ducked, caught his wrist, and slammed him effortlessly to the wall next to him.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t shout. Just moved—clean, precise, deadly.

You stood there frozen. Your heart thudded against your ribs as the last guy tried to flee—but Haruka’s fist found him first. He dropped like a rock.

Silence.

Just your breathing, rapid and shaky—and his gaze, cool and unreadable as it swept over you.

You feel tears in your eyes, bevor you could even register them -… he turned. Just like that. He was about to leave.

“Wait!” Your voice cracked a little, but you couldn’t let him walk off just like that.

He stopped. Half-turned. His hood had slipped slightly, and you finally saw his face properly. He looked young. Much younger than you’d expected—but his eyes told a different story. Sharp. Tired.

He had beautiful eyes you thought - two different colors. That’s what the guy ment by saying he’s wearing contact lenses.

“Thank you… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t…” You swallowed. “Thank you so much.”

He looked away. Shrugged slightly. “…It was nothing. Don’t think i did that for you!“

“No, it wasn’t! I mean—you fought for me!”

“I didn’t.” His voice getting a little louder

„I just hate bastards who are acting like their strong, even though they aren’t.“

You stepped a little closer. He flushed—just the faintest pink on his cheeks, but it was there. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Are you always this shy when someone compliments you?” you asked gently, a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulled his hood further down. “I-I’m not.”

You laughed quietly. “Yes, you are.”

“I told you—it was nothing,” he muttered, flustered.

“Still.” You paused. “Can I at least buy you a milkshake? Or get your name?”