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n4n4uu · 30 days ago

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King Without a Crown.

This was supposed to be in chapter 2 but I didn’t want it to be a long chapter. I forgot to add Kazutora in chapter 2💀

idk shit about drugs so if there is misinformation or something do tell me.

<< Chapter 3 >>

The space is lavish—plush velvet couches large enough to sprawl out on, a small private bar, and several low tables for more intimate gatherings. It’s spacious, yet the atmosphere is suffocating in its own way.

The Haitani brothers have already left your side, making themselves comfortable beside Kakucho, slotting into conversation like they own the place.

At the center of it all, Izana sits draped over the velvet couch like a king on his throne. His lavender eyes scan the VIP booth lazily, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the other resting idly on his thigh. When his gaze lands on you, it flickers up and down your body, assessing, lingering just long enough to make it known.

Izana can’t lie, you’re beautiful. Striking, really. The kind of woman people take notice of the moment you walk into a room. Curves that demand attention but are hidden by oversized clothes most of the time. And that ass… yeah, he’d love to see it bounce on his-

But he’d never say that out loud.

He’d also never admit that he fisted his cock to the thought of you more times than he cared to count.

Under the hot spray of the shower, one hand braced against the wall, his breathing ragged, the steam doing little to hide the evidence of his release before he washed it away with the showerhead. Or in his bedroom, sheets sticking to his skin as his hand worked himself to the thought of you, his grip tightening around his cock, his sticky cum spilling over his fingers after you had left, completely unaware of what you did to him.

It was the way you looked at people, that sharp, piercing gaze, like you were undressing them with your eyes. Izana doesn’t think you are even aware of it, of your own face.

And then there were the hookups, the nameless women who threw themselves at him, desperate for a moment of his attention. They were never worth more than a single night, fleeting distractions that never truly satisfied him. Because in his mind, it wasn’t them. It was you.

It was your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, your hands clawing at his arms, his back, his chest. Your body arching for him, back dipping perfectly as you braced yourself on your hands and knees. Your fat ass pressed against his hips, your soft tits filling his hands.

Or better yet, your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him in the best way possible.

Izana wondered if you had stretch marks, those faint lines of soft, scarred skin. He wanted to run his fingers over them, trace every imperfection like works of art. And your lips, Lord, your plump lips stretched around his cock, taking him so beautifully-

‚Fuck.‘

Izana swirls the whiskey in his glass, his expression unreadable, though his mind is anything but calm.

He’d never tell you, but he likes your art. Izana never commented on it, never let on whether he liked it or not, but he watches. He has seen you paint once, caught you in the middle of creating something. Your face had been relaxed yet tense with concentration, fingers moving with practiced ease. Your art is your way of expressing yourself, and for a short moment, he thinks it’s beautiful.

Yet, somehow, you annoy the fuck out of him.

It is your attitude.

The way you aren’t afraid of him. Everyone else, strangers, business partners, even hardened men who had seen the worst the world had to offer, treaded carefully around him. But you? You meet his gaze without hesitation, without a flicker of fear, and it makes something coil tight in his chest.

He doesn’t tolerate you, not really. But he doesn’t step in to end your friendship with Emma or Mikey either. Mikey, though… things are rocky between you two right now.

‘Rightfully so,’ Izana thinks, taking a slow sip of his drink. ‘That damn bastard. Good thing he didn’t pop her cherry.’

If he truly hates your guts, he would’ve gotten rid of you in milliseconds.

"Finally decided to show up, hm?" His tone is laced with amusement, his usual lazy smile tugging at his lips. That infuriating smirk that you so badly want to wipe off his face.

You’re the last one to arrive, mostly thanks to the argument with the Haitanis about not wanting them in your car.

‚Damn bitch, a pretty face wasted by a foul mouth.‘ The thought crosses your mind, but you don’t dare say it out loud, not in front of two gang leaders. The last thing you need is Izana breathing down your neck over some throwaway comment.

Beside him, Mikey lounges back against the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, expression unreadable. His short black hair frames his face in a way that makes him look almost delicate, but you know better than to be fooled by that. His black button-up is slightly unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone. He twirls the glass in his hand absentmindedly, rings clinking against the glass as he barely takes a sip from it.

Next to Mikey, Sanzu is hunched over the table, pink hair falling forward as he rolls up a piece of paper. He presses it to his nose and snorts a line of cocaine without hesitation, then leans back with an obnoxious sniff.

"Hey, [Name]," he greeted, voice smooth yet slightly erratic, pupils already blown from the drugs.

‚He’s tweaking’ You shake your head at Izana in response, ignoring Sanzu altogether. Without another word, you walk over to Hinata, Senju, and Yuzuha, who are sitting at a small table. All of them are fake. As much as you love Hinata, they constantly gossip about each other yet still pretend to be friends. You don’t sit with them, only because Hinata gives you a look that practically screams, ‚They’re annoying.‘ And you don’t want to deal with annoying people, already noticing the way Senju and Yuzuha are glancing at you.

‚Fuck them.‘

Emma is too busy talking Draken’s ear off, a blush coating her cheeks, her eyes practically glowing. She sits upright, gesturing animatedly as she speaks.

Meanwhile, Draken nods along to everything she says, sipping his beer. He’s leaned back into the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, one ankle resting over his knee.

Mikey hadn't spoken a word to you in six months. Not that you expected him to. You had stopped expecting things from Mikey a while ago.

He wasn’t looking at you now, but you could feel the tension, it was suffocating. The space between you both had never felt so unbearable, even though you sat just a few feet apart. Or maybe it was all in your head. Maybe he really didn’t care.

‚So this bitch always moans like a slu-‘

You decide to sit at the edge of the couch, leaning back as your gaze drifts aimlessly through the air.

Hanma’s obnoxious laughter cuts through the room, loud and grating, while Kisaki sits beside him, looking beyond annoyed.

Mitsuya and Hakkai are deep in conversation with Pah and Peh, their voices blending into the background noise. Across the room, Smiley and Angry are locked in some random card game, both of them looking particularly invested.

Takemichi, Kazutora, and Chifuyu are huddled together, somehow managing to get on Baji’s nerves, not that it takes much.

Meanwhile, Shion sits somewhere near Izana, practically glued to his side.

‚What a damn lapdog.‘

You notice the way Senju keeps sneaking glances at Mikey, the way she sometimes seems to search for his approval. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

"Man, I really want to do a YouTube channel," she sighs, her short, light pink hair falling over her forehead as she slumps into her chair.

You’ve never been able to tell if Senju actually likes you or not. Even with how two-faced she is, when it’s just the two of you, the silence is unbearably awkward. And if you do talk, it’s always short, clipped, unnatural. You doubt she has the guts to take the same jabs at you to your face that she does behind your back.

Hinata giggles, one hand covering her mouth. "You..."

You don’t catch the rest of what she says. Instead, your eyes linger on her for a second, thoughts drifting. ‚Long hair suits her.‘

You barely notice the conversation continuing around you, their voices blending into background noise. You don’t notice the way Rindou settles down beside you, his presence slipping into your space effortlessly. You don’t notice the way Mikey sneaks a glance in your direction, his dark eyes flickering between you and Rindou before looking away just as quickly.

The only time you do notice Rindou is when he presses a drink into your hand. You look down at your hand in confusion; the glass is filled with clear liquid, it’s not water, that much is clear.

Your eyes find Rindou’s violet ones, his glasses pushed up to his nose. You raise your brows in confusion. "What’s this?"

Rindou only huffs, leaning back into the couch. "Vodka."

"I don’t drink."

"Loosen up."

„But I don’t-“ You try to repeat, slightly sitting upright on the lavish couch, only to be cut off by Senju, of all people.

„Come on, [Nickname], a little sip won’t hurt, you know how badly I want to dance with you? I just know you’d dance if you’re a little tipsy.“ She says with a bright smile, her green eyes sparkling as she beams at you. You don’t notice the way Rindou smirks from beside you.

You glance at Senju, and you see the way Yuzuha and Hinata stop their conversation. Hinata looks at you from the side, her gaze filled with slight concern. Both of them seem curious, but Yuzuha looks slightly disinterested.

‘This bitch—’ Your thoughts get cut off by Hanma.

„[Name], didn’t see you there~ Heard you’re gonna drink?“ Hanma asks loudly, though not loud enough to catch the attention of the others. Or maybe it does, but they don’t seem to care.

„I’m not going to-“ What is it with everyone cutting you off tonight? Just as you begin to protest, Rindou speaks up again.

„Come on, dude, you drove me and Ran here. I’m just trying to say thanks.“

You turn your face slightly toward him, side-eyeing him as your lips purse and your brows furrow. „By giving me alcohol?“ You ask, your expression clearly saying, ‘Are you serious right now?’

Izana suddenly takes the glass out of Rindou’s hand, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips and tilting it up, forcing you to drink. „You better swallow,“ he says in a tone that is deceptively nice, but still carries a hint of threat. You don’t even notice the way his free hand tilts your chin up.

You didn’t even see him getting up and walking over to you and Rindou. ‚How the hell is this guy so quiet?‘ You wonder, your thoughts swirling as you end up drinking the vodka. You’d love to tell yourself it’s not out of fear, but deep down, you know it partly is. You don’t want any problems involving Izana.

At first, you didn’t feel anything. Of course you won’t, it was just a sip.

Fuck that, you drank the whole glass because of that fucking bastard Izana.

‘This dude really forced me,’ you think, not so surprised he did that.

You don’t really know why you’re sitting with Chifuyu and Baji, but you don’t really bring yourself to leave.

„No, dude, you gotta give them wet food in the morning and dry food at night,“ Chifuyu argues, slamming his drink down onto the table as his green eyes glare at Baji, playful, of course.

Baji gasps, his long black hair shiny in the light. „Are you saying I don’t know how to feed a cat?!“—

Their voices are too loud. Were they always like that? Too loud, too harsh? Maybe. But right now, it’s unusually uncomfortable.

Maybe because your limbs start to feel heavy and not like yours.

‘Damn. Vodka is that strong?’ you wonder, but this can’t be the vodka — it’s been like 20 minutes since you drank that glass.

You blink and try to rub your eyes, but your hand leans away from you, your whole arm does. You squint your eyes in suspicion, as if your arm offended you.

You also squint your eyes because of the lights in this VIP room.

It was dim when you first came in, now it’s harsh.

‘Did someone change the lights?’

No, no one did. No one turned up the lights.

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n4n4uu · 30 days ago

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King Without a Crown.

Y‘all know what I hate about my writing? That I make my drafts way too fast paced and have to write them all over again💀

<< Chapter 2 >>

Later that day, you took a shower, did your hair, sprayed on your favorite perfume, and applied a bit of makeup to hide your eyebags, eyebags that apparently don’t exist to others.

You remember how Hinata and Senju had told you countless times that they don’t see them, and they seemed genuine about it.

But whenever you look in the damn mirror, a corpse stares back at you.

Now, you’re in your car, driving to the Sano household while playing ‚Judge Judy’ by Tyler, The Creator, singing along to the lyrics.

„I’m into body rubs, bondage and-“

You abruptly turn the music off as you park near the house.

Reaching over, you pick up the small box containing Emma’s gift, a matching jewelry set. The necklace features a delicate pink heart charm, and the earrings are golden heart hoops. You had managed to buy them quickly, barely glancing at the price, which, in hindsight, was a bit careless.

Sure, you have enough money to buy plenty of things, thanks to your paintings and being a DJ, but money disappears fast and comes slow.

Still, you think to yourself, ‚Nah, the price was worth it.‘

As you walk down the empty sidewalk, you shiver slightly. It’s already dark, and despite trying to dress up without freezing your ass off, you know that later, when you're DJing at the club, the heat and suffocation will make layering up a bad idea.

You settled on a knee-length denim skirt, snug but not restrictive, hugging your figure perfectly. Paired with it are fur-lined boots, warm yet stylish. Underneath your brown coat, you wear a simple white shirt.

Then, suddenly, a thought creeps in.

‚Did I even pack my Lactase tablets?‘

Panic flutters in your chest as you quickly open your small purse, rifling through its contents. Your phone. Wallet. Car and apartment keys. Emma’s gift.

And finally, your Lactase tablets.

A breath of relief escapes your lips as you step up to the Sano household’s front door. Pausing for a second, you raise your hand and knock three times.

After a short moment, to your surprise, Rindou opens the door. You stare up at the male with a blank expression.

He runs a hand through his blonde hair with blue strands as he looks at you, making no move to let you in. „You stole my spot as the DJ.“

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, nearly turning your face to the side because of how annoyed you already are. „I didn’t do shit. Emma wanted me as the DJ, and today is her day.“

„Still,“ Rindou responds, almost pouting. „Can you ask Emma to give me the spot as the DJ? I’ll give you 30 bucks.“

‘Am I tweaking?? Is he pouting?’ you think, looking at him with an annoyed expression. „The price is too low. And I’m not going to decline Emma’s wish.“

„Fine“ Rindou sighs, about to move away from the doorway but stopping as he looks at you again. „Open your coat and do a 360—“

„Rindou, move out the way,“ you cut him off, already losing your temper without having stepped into the house.

He complies and actually made some space for you. You walk into the house, only to be immediately pulled into a bear hug by none other than Emma herself. You wrap your arms lazily around her waist as you bent down a bit to her height. „Happy birthday!“ you exclaimed, your annoyance starting to fade.

As you two pull away, you notice her ice-blue satin dress that hugs her body well, yet it was elegant. It fits her perfectly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out without a second thought as you take off your coat, not noticing how Kokonoi, who sits on the couch with Shion beside him, had his jaw drop at the sight of your figure. „Wow, you’re beautiful,“ you say.

Emma’s face lit up, and she twirls around, practically beaming. „So do you!! I’m so glad you came. Tonight, you, me, Hina, Senju, and Yuzuha are going to shine like the hotties we are!!“

You could only smile as you hang up your coat. You grab your purse and take out the small box, handing it to the honey-blonde girl. „Here. Your gift.“

Emma’s smile drops; she already knew it was jewelry. Her face lit up again as she pulls you into another hug.

‘Okay, Winnie the Pooh,’ you think as you pat her head, while your other arm is lazily wrapped around her waist. You weren’t one to be very affectionate with people, and you’d never been. That didn’t stop you from hugging family or friends back, though.

Shinichiro’s voice rings through the house. „Everybody, come eat!!“

You visibly jump at his sudden and loud voice, causing Emma to laugh at you.

Eventually, everyone gathered in the dining room, but not everyone fit at the table. Draken, Takemichi, Yuzuha, Hinata, Senju, Mikey, Izana, Shinichiro and you stayed in the dining room, of course.

Baji and Chifuyu were leaning against the wall in the dining room and eating there, as well as Pah and Peh. Smiley, Angry, Hakkai, and Mitsuya were in the living room with the Haitani brothers, Kokonoi, Shion, Kakucho, and Sanzu.

The food was good and definitely satisfied your hunger. Everyone was conversing with everyone. You gave occasional comments and somehow got into a full conversation with Shinichiro about your paintings.

The cake arrives, and it is time for Emma to unwrap her gifts. You sit across from Izana, between Yuzuha and Takemichi.

„So, [Name], how’s the DJ career going?“ Izana questions, his voice dripping like sweet honey, but you know damn well this man is anything but sweet.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin before leaning back into the chair, glancing at Emma, who’s very focused on her gifts. You’re only watching to see her reaction to your gift when she gets to it. „I’m not really doing it as a career, but it’s going well.“

Izana hums, resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair, his face propped up by his palm. His smile is sinister, almost mocking. „Heard you’re very good at keeping your hands busy.“

You snap your eyes to Izana’s purple ones, already disliking the way he’s wording things. Mikey, who’s unusually quiet, glances at him before his dark eyes shift to his little sister at the head of the table. You respond, keeping your composure. „Yeah, I guess. People have told me I’m a great DJ.“

„Oh, I bet.“ He muses, a glint in his eyes that makes you question what he’s really trying to get at. „I’ve heard some people just have a natural talent for rhythm. Picking up the pace when needed, huh? Getting the right grip and the right movement.“

This time, you furrow your brows as you side-glance him, then turn your whole face to the tanned male. Takemichi beside you shifts slightly in anxiousness, seemingly the only one noticing his weird behavior. Mikey glances at Izana again, this time actually paying attention to his older adoptive brother.

Emma is too engrossed in her gifts to notice anything. Everyone else at the table, and even the others from the living room who have gathered in the dining room, seem oblivious to what’s going on.

„It’s all in the fingers,“ you say, grabbing your glass of water and taking a sip.

Izana leans in slightly, his smile widening as if he can sense the discomfort building. „Well, I’ve always heard it’s all about how you handle the pressure… the right amount of force, the right timing,“ he says slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. „I’m sure someone like you knows exactly when to apply it… or when to let go.“

You furrow your brows, your expression hardening. „I know when to let go if I’m trying to get under someone’s skin.“ You reply, absentmindedly swirling the water in your glass. „H-hey, maybe we should just—“

You cut poor Takemichi off, not taking your eyes off Izana’s purple ones. „What are you trying to get at?“ you ask plainly.

That’s one thing Izana can’t decide whether to dislike or like about you. You’re straightforward and rarely beat around the bush, almost as if you’re not scared of him, which makes him want you to be scared of him in the worst ways possible.

He could beat you up or have you beaten up by his subordinates, break your bones or have you tortured, or make your life a living hell in seconds. Or he could set you up for rape.

But he doesn’t do any of that. You’re Emma’s and Mikey’s friend, if he were to, he’d have angry siblings to deal with, and he doesn’t have the energy for that. Shinichiro would be mad too, and Izana is a bit afraid of Shinichiro‘s wrath.

Izana’s grin widens slightly, his cheek resting against his fist, making him look rather ‚cute‘, you think. But his eyes gleam with mischief, something that screams I know something.

Emma’s joyous voice pulls you two out of your small conversation.

„[Name], this is so cute!!“

You snap your head toward Emma, eyebrows raised, before a smile stretches across your lips. You watch as her eyes practically glow with joy while admiring the jewelry set you bought her.

She immediately put the jewelry on, checking herself in her pocket mirror. Then, she opens another gift, this one from Draken. It is a pink teddy bear.

“Thank you, Draken, I love it,” she murmurs, pressing the plush toy close to her chest.

Draken only responds by pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her blush. A chorus of „aww“ erupt from the girls. You simply watch with a small smile.

“I wonder what Mikey got you,” Izana muses out loud, dragging his fork across his plate before putting a bite of leftover cake into his mouth.

Emma snaps out of her admiration for Draken and looks over at Izana, who is sitting near the end of the table. „He said it’s something big and that I’ll get it later. It’s supposed to be a big surprise.“

Izana hums in acknowledgment, watching as Emma turns her attention back to her teddy bear.

„Something big? Probably not the first time someone’s getting something big from him.“

His tone is light, casual, but there is an underlying meaning, something laced beneath his words.

Your eyes flicked to Izana instinctively, only to realize he is already looking at you.

Your face remaines blank. Looking at him was the first mistake, you couldn’t afford another by reacting to his words.

Takemichi let out an awkward laugh. „W-Well, knowing Mikey, it’s probably something cool, like a bike or something.“

Emma is too engrossed in unwrapping another gift, a purse from Senju. „Oh my goodness! I was actually thinking of getting this exact one. How did you know?!“

Senju shruggs. “I guess I just have a feeling for these things.”

Sanzu chimes in, “That’s also from me, by the way. It should say from Senju and Sanzu.”

Senju only rolls her eyes.

Izana ignores Takemichi entirely, his gaze flickering back to Emma.

„It could be something hard to handle. You need to be prepared for a big present,“ he says, still scooping the last bites of cake from his plate.

Then, as if offhandedly, he adds, „Always nice when someone gives you exactly what you want. Makes things smoother.“

His eyes slid back to you, fingers lazily tapping against the table.

„Funny, I get the feeling you don’t struggle with that either.“

Your brows furrow. You wanted to say something, but Mikey beat you to it.

„Izana.“ His tone is low, a subtle warning.

Shinichiro is looking at Izana, too. He has a smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to recognize the silent message beneath it, Shut up.

„I’m just making conversation,“ Izana shrugs, his eyes flicking briefly to Mikey before settling back on you.

„Right, [Name]?“

You narrow your eyes, tilting your head back ever so slightly, as if you were looking down on him from a throne. The glass of water in your hand felt cool against your fingers as you deliberately set it down on the table. You took your time, letting the silence stretch just enough before finally responding.

„Right. Just a conversation.“

Your voice drips with sarcasm, sharper than intended.

short time skip

The steady purr of your Porsche 911 Carrera 4 hums beneath you as you drive through the city streets, the glossy pink hood reflecting neon lights from passing buildings and traffic signals.

The streets are alive, cars speeding by, pedestrians laughing on the sidewalks, the occasional sound of a distant siren, but inside your car, it's just you and the Haitani brothers, who have made themselves way too comfortable in the backseat.

You hadn’t planned on driving them. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to be in your own car right now.

Originally, you were supposed to ride with Izana, Emma and Mikey. But Izana, being the absolute asshole he is, refused. No real reason, no excuse, just a flat-out "No."

Emma protested. Hard. She argued with him, insisted he was being difficult for no reason, but you waved her off before it could turn into a full-on fight.

"It’s fine," you had told her, and it was. You didn’t actually care. If anything, you preferred it this way.

Takemichi and Hinata still went with them, while the rest of your group either drove themselves or caught a ride with someone else.

And then there were the Haitanis.

They had their own cars, their own options, but the second Ran caught sight of yours, he made a big show of throwing his arm over your shoulder and grinning down at you.

"Let us ride with you, [Name]. You wouldn’t leave us all alone, would you?"

You almost said no. Almost. But then Rindou, standing beside him, shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and you figured you didn’t actually care enough to argue.

Now, here you are.

The music playing through your speakers is low and rhythmic, something with a mix of jazz and hip-hop beats, smooth but rich with bass. The city lights glide across your windshield, casting fleeting colors across the dashboard.

Ran, who had been lazily stretched out in the backseat, turns to his brother. "Oi, Rin, you know the movie White Chicks?"

Rindou barely reacts, watching the blur of city lights outside his window. "Yeah. Why?"

The traffic light ahead flicks from red to green, and you smoothly press down on the gas pedal. The Porsche moves effortlessly, eating up the road with a quiet confidence.

Ran lets out a hum, then grins. "I feel like those black dudes dressing as those two girls."

You glance at him through the rearview mirror, brows raising slightly. "Just because you’re in a pink car?"

"Yeah. This is so girly, I love it."

Rindou huffs out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You're an idiot."

You scoff, your lips twitching in faint amusement.

The music shifts, blending seamlessly into the next track. The Porsche glides through the streets with ease, the hum of the engine filling the spaces between conversation.

Even though you're just driving to Shinichiro’s high-end luxury club, you already know this night is going to be longer than you expected.

You arrive at the club and park your car in the lot. Rindou was already out of the car, while Ran has to wait for you to get out. He couldn’t exit until he folds the seat. The three of you made your way toward the entrance, the sound of bass pounding through the air even before you step inside.

The exterior design screams luxury, with colors of pink, purple, and blue illuminating the old architecture, reminiscent of a cathedral, but far from holy.

It is an unholy place, with bodyguards at the entrance and a long line of people waiting to get in. The sound of music was deafening, even from outside.

The bodyguards let you in without a second glance, clearly recognizing the Haitani brothers, who hold some power in Roppongi.

You tune out the brothers as you walk down a hallway, swerving around people going in both directions. The hallway itself was lined with vitrine displays of statues, women, naked and posed provocatively. Their cold beauty seemed more like a lure than art, luring people in to commit acts of sin.

As you pass the leather curtains, held open by another bodyguard, the heat of the club hit you like a wall. The music immediately fills the space, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol.

Ran positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. His slim fingers brushed against you, the silver rings gleaming in the dim light. His braids brush your neck, and his chest presses lightly against your back. His breath lingers near your ear.

Rindou leads the way up the stairs, his broad shoulders partially blocking the view.

The club is a scene of chaos, people dancing, bumping into each other, girls twerking on guys, others kissing in dark corners.

The bass vibrates through your chest as the song blared.

„How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now ‘fore you give it up“ Kanye West, ,On Sight.‘

You catch Rindou bobbing his head to the beat as you follow him up to the foggy, neon yellow-lit stairs, the bodyguards moving aside to let you pass.

Ran pulls away from you, grinning. „Enjoying the music, Rinnie?“ He teases.

Rindou shot him a quick middle finger.

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n4n4uu · 30 days ago

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King Without a Crown.

Hey y’all, this is my first fanfic on this platform. This story contains drugs, alcohol, violence and is overall not a 💗🌸🌷✨💫 🧸🎀 story if you get what I mean. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. [Name] is a female with she/her pronounce. There is no real description of her, except her clothes and height. This story will probably contain smut, I still have to decide on that. Idc who reads this, if you aren’t homophobic, racist or ableist you’re very much welcome on my blog. Israel supporters dni.

Chapter 1 >>

One thing you told yourself you'd never do was get romantically and sexually involved with a friend, only to end up doing exactly that and getting your fucking heart broken.

You only did it because of a silly crush you had on him, and you were so naive to think you'd have a chance, to think he’d ever settle down for you, or anyone else, for that matter. He’s not the type to do relationships. He wasn’t the type as a teen, and even now, he doesn’t do them. You’re disappointed in yourself for getting played like that.

But maybe you let it happen because you’ve never had the attention of a boy solely on you. Maybe because you’re that one friend who never gets hit on. Maybe you just liked the feeling of being wanted, even if it was just physical. You’ve told yourself so many times that you don’t care about getting romantic attention, that you don’t care about being single, but you’ve lied to yourself too many times.

You two didn’t have sex, no. You were making out, going out on ‘dates,’ jerking and sucking each other off, and even dry humping, but you never had intercourse.

It felt like love, even if it was only pretend, just for his own pleasure.

But that was nearly six months ago. You keep telling yourself it’s not a big deal, but come on, you’ve been painting more, selling your work, producing a ton of music, and even DJing at a few clubs, all while going to college. How you manage all of this is a mystery to you. Well, not really.

This is what you tell yourself most of the time: ‘Just gotta wait till I’m out of college.‘

Just gotta wait.

You hate that sentence so much, yet you keep repeating it over and over to give yourself some motivation for the ‘freedom’ after college. You don’t want to drop out, your grades are good, and your career chances are better.

You’re in college, studying Art History with Studio Practice. The college offers a variety of programs, but in your opinion, it’s a weird place. The people here don’t really like you, then again, no one seems to like anybody at this college, but it’s mostly the art students who are jealous of your work. You don’t care, though.

Students (many of them gang members) fight in secluded areas of the campus, some girls hook up with teachers to save their grades, and a few boys are trying to join the two major gangs just to gain recognition and respect. Many students smoke blunts, cigarettes, or vapes, while others drink themselves unconscious or take drugs.

You don’t do any of that, not because you despise it, but because you don’t feel the urge to grab a bottle or a blunt. You’d rather stay sober and healthy. No shade to those who do; everyone has their flaws.

The college somehow manages to cover everything up, presenting itself in the media as a reputable institution with goody-two-shoes students. And silly you, you fell for their image. But surprisingly, the lessons are good, which keeps you here.

The two major gangs in your college are Toman and Tenjiku. Funny thing: both of the leaders are brothers. Funny thing: you’re "friends" with both of them. Funny thing: you know their whole family and are friends with their little sister. Funny thing: you’re trying to keep your contact with them low, not wanting to be involved in any of their crimes. Funny thing: their oldest brother is one of the biggest criminals in Japan.

You’re walking down the hall of this massive college. You’re wearing a black windbreaker-style jacket, baggy black jeans, and black Air Jordan 1s. A brown bag is slung over your shoulder, the strap digging between your tits. You like the color black, but you also like pink and brown. Doesn’t matter, though.

College is finally over, and you’re just walking to your dorm to drop off your bag. You’re rarely there anyway, lucky for you, you don’t have a roommate, and you mostly sleep at your own apartment nearby.

‚Fucking hell, lesson is finally over’ you think, walking past the various students in the hallway. Some are in pairs, others in groups, and a few are alone.

You step outside the building and onto the campus. It’s a sunny but chilly day. The grass is still green, and students are lingering nearly everywhere.

After a while, you reach your dorm and pull out your keys, fumbling with them, your hands shaking.

„Why the hell are they always shaking?“ you grumble, not noticing the pinkish-brown-haired, short girl approaching from behind. Her voice startles you. “[Name]!”

You let your keys slip from your fingers, bending down to grab them while cursing under your breath, “Shit.” You turn to the shorter girl standing behind you, Hinata Tachibana, your best friend.

“Fuck, Hinata, you scared me!” you complain, lazily trying to pull her into a hug. But instead, she stretches one hand out, leans closer, and sniffs you.

“What are you doing?” you ask plainly, letting her do her thing.

“You reek of oil paint,” Hinata says, giving you a disappointed look. You raise your brows in surprise.

“Oh, uh, I do?” you respond, unsure of how to react. You lift one arm and bring it up to your nose, sniffing it, and realizing Hinata’s right. “Guess I’ll have to wash my clothes again.”

“[Nickname], you should really be more careful when painting. Look at your hand,” Hinata scolds, but keeps it light-hearted.

‚Bless her heart‘ you think, glancing at your colorful hand before looking back at Hinata. She's wearing a cute white skirt, a yellow sweater, and black ballerinas.

“I know, I’ll be more careful, but that’s part of painting,” you reassure her, fiddling with your keys again. Hinata flushes as she realizes you're right. “Ah, right.”

You turn to the door and unlock it. “Why are you here, though? Your dorm’s on the other side of campus.”

You walk into your dorm, leaving the door open with Hinata following right behind. She makes herself comfortable on the soft cushions of your bed.

"Uh..." Hinata sounded sheepish, letting out a small, nervous, breathless chuckle. You snapped your head toward her.

"Hinata... what did you do?" you asked, feigning fear. You pulled out a few books from your bag, placing them on the desk by the window before turning back to her.

Hinata had her hands on her lap, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt.

"I wanted to ask if you could DJ," she said quietly.

"For who?" you inquired, raising your brows at the pinkish-brown-haired girl. You already had a feeling it wasn’t for her, or her little brother Naoto, or her boyfriend Takemichi. If it were any of them, she wouldn’t be this nervous.

"Emma," she answered, and then the realization hit you. Today was Emma’s birthday, November 25th. She is turning 22.

"No," you replied plainly, and Hinata’s face fell. You loved Emma; she was a sweet girl, but you really didn’t want to go. For certain reasons. Reason number one: Manjiro. Reason number two: Izana. Izana was cruel, that much was clear, but he wasn’t holding grudges against you, nor was Manjiro. But you couldn’t help but feel that they were a tad bit weird, even though you’d known them for a long time.

"[Nickname], please... Do it for me, just this once. I know you're not in the best mood, but please. Haitani is not the DJ Izana and Mikey would be pleased with. His music’s more for a club vibe," Hinata pleaded, clearly a bit surprised and sad at your refusal.

"And mine’s not?" you asked, confused, leaning against the desk with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Well, sometimes, but it always depends on how you play your music!" Hinata explained quickly before you cut her off.

"Emma didn’t even invite me. Izana and Mikey didn’t seek me out to ask."

"That’s because she thinks you don’t like... I mean, she was going to, and I think Izana and Mikey were also going to ask you," Hinata stammered, and you furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion.

"She thinks I don’t like her?!"

You exclaimed a bit too loudly, slapping a hand over your mouth, the other one stretching out toward Hinata, who was startled.

"Sorry," you said quickly. "I mean, why does she think that?"

Hinata offered a small, nervous smile, avoiding your gaze."Because you haven’t contacted her in a while, and, uh, she thinks you’re avoiding her."

You sighed, a bit annoyed but mostly disappointed in yourself for letting Emma think that. "I’m not avoiding her, and I didn’t contact most of you for a while."

Hinata nodded, agreeing with you before she continued, "I know, I tried to tell her, but she says you’re acting weird around her. And, you know, I couldn’t tell her it’s because of Mikey."

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "That dickhead is always there when I’m with Emma." You groaned in annoyance, remembering the many awkward times Mikey had been around whenever you were there for Emma.

Or the one time he opened the door in nothing but a towel hanging loosely on his hips, his v-line, his toned muscles having a few droplets of water from his hair because he’d just showered.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, it was always so hard to read him, but you did remember your mouth going dry at the sight.

But then you remembered the asshole he was, toying with you. Luckily, Emma had pushed him away and pulled you into a hug at that moment, completely oblivious to the tension between you two or the thing you had going on. That was one month after Mikey had ‘cheated’ on you.

You groaned in annoyance at the thought. "Okay, I’ll be the DJ and celebrate with Emma."

Hinata is beaming at you. She gets up from the bed, runs over to you, and hugs you. "Thank you!"

You pat her back in response. „No need.“

BONUS SCENE:

Hinata walked out of your dorm, humming to herself as she fished her phone out of her pocket. Unlocking it, she navigated to her contacts and tapped on Emma’s chat.

„Successfully guilt-tripped [Nickname] :3!!“

She sent the message with a satisfied grin before slipping her phone back into her pocket and heading off.

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