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Cobra x Inei (Non-binary OC)

Love Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine / Protective Crush

Meeting: Inei stumbles into Cobra's Public Admin class by accident and instantly brightens his day—he just won’t admit it.

Chapters:

Wrong Class, Right Person – They meet, Cobra’s annoyed but intrigued.

Coffee & Rainy Days – Accidental study sessions begin.

Jealous? Me? – Inei talks to Noboru, and Cobra can’t handle it.

Rooftop Secrets – Inei comforts Cobra when he’s overwhelmed.

The Grump Melts – Cobra finally confesses—with blushes.

Boltverse(University) Masterlist

University Boltverse — Chapter 2: Coffee & Rainy Days

Cobra × Inei

(grumpy × sunshine dynamic)

The next morning, the campus was wrapped in a gentle drizzle, the soft patter of rain tapping against windows and the pavement. Cobra wasn’t thrilled about the wet weather, but it gave him a good excuse to grab a coffee before his early lecture.

As he stepped into the small campus café, the warm scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries immediately cut through the damp chill. The bell above the door jingled softly as he pushed inside, eyes narrowing through the steam of his own breath.

That’s when he saw Inei, sitting at the corner table, head bent over a notebook, scribbling furiously.

Cobra froze for a moment. What was Inei doing here? Was this some kind of coincidence or planned?

Before he could decide, Inei looked up, caught his eye, and grinned like they’d just spotted sunshine breaking through the clouds.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite grump,” Inei teased, closing the notebook with a flourish.

Cobra tried to scowl but failed. “You’re everywhere.”

Inei patted the seat across from them. “Come sit. We have a study date now.”

Cobra hesitated, but the warmth of the café and Inei’s bright presence was surprisingly inviting. He slid into the chair with a reluctant grunt.

“What are you working on?” Cobra asked, nodding at the notebook.

“Child Development project,” Inei said, eyes sparkling. “It’s about community support for at-risk youth. Thought it might help with your Public Administration stuff, too.”

Cobra glanced down, impressed despite himself. Inei’s neat handwriting circled important points, accompanied by colorful doodles of smiling kids and trees.

“Not bad,” he muttered.

Their banter was light but easy, and before long, they were deep in conversation—debating ideas, sharing notes, and laughing at silly jokes neither wanted to admit they enjoyed.

Outside, the rain thickened, drumming against the windows like a steady heartbeat.

“I should probably get going,” Cobra said reluctantly after an hour.

Inei grabbed his arm. “Stay a little longer? I brought snacks.”

Cobra looked down at the small paper bag with a smirk. “You planned this.”

“Maybe,” Inei admitted with a playful wink.

They shared the snacks between sips of coffee, and the cozy warmth of the café felt like a bubble shielding them from the world outside.

Later that week, the rain returned with a vengeance, flooding the sidewalks and sending students scrambling for cover. Cobra was halfway across campus, textbook clutched under his jacket, when he spotted Inei standing under a narrow awning, drenched and looking helpless.

“Oi,” Cobra called, quickening his pace.

Inei looked up, eyes wide. “I wasn’t expecting this much rain.”

Cobra pulled his jacket off without thinking and draped it over Inei’s shoulders.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” he said gruffly.

Inei shivered but smiled warmly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad for a grump.”

They moved together under the small shelter until the rain eased. The silence stretched between them—comfortable, filled with something unspoken.

When it stopped, Cobra offered his arm. “Come on. I’ll walk you back.”

They navigated puddles and dripping trees, sharing quiet jokes and stories. Cobra found himself laughing, the sound low and rare.

“Inei,” he said suddenly, voice softer than usual. “Thanks for sticking around.”

Inei bumped his shoulder gently. “You’re welcome. Someone’s got to keep you from turning into a full-time grouch.”

Cobra smirked. “Don’t push your luck.”

That evening, back in his small dorm room, Cobra found a folded piece of paper tucked inside his notebook. On it was a drawing—simple but full of life—a stick figure with wild hair and a crooked grin, holding an umbrella under pouring rain.

Underneath, in bright letters, it read: “For when the world gets too grey.”

Cobra stared at the drawing longer than he wanted to admit. A slow warmth spread in his chest, chasing away a loneliness he hadn’t realized was there.

The next day, at their usual spot under the oak tree on campus, Cobra found Inei already waiting, their notebook open and pen in hand.

“You’re early,” he grunted.

Inei shrugged with a smile. “Can’t wait to get back to the best study partner.”

They fell into an easy rhythm—sketching plans for their joint projects, sharing insights, and teasing each other with gentle jabs.

During a pause, Inei glanced up and said softly, “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know.”

Cobra’s jaw clenched. “I don’t need help.”

“But you want it,” Inei countered gently.

Cobra looked away, the stubborn wall around him cracking just enough.

“Maybe,” he admitted.

Inei reached over and touched his hand lightly.

“Then let me be part of your fight.”

Over the next few weeks, their accidental meetings turned intentional. Coffee dates became study sessions, and study sessions became moments of quiet understanding.

Cobra found himself looking forward to Inei’s sunshine—even on the days when he wanted to be left alone.

One rainy afternoon, as thunder rolled over campus, they sat huddled in the library, textbooks open but attention drifting.

Inei looked up, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re not as scary as you pretend to be.”

Cobra snorted. “I’m plenty scary.”

“Maybe,” Inei grinned. “But I like scary.”

Cobra’s lips twitched into a rare smile.

The rain outside softened to a drizzle, but inside, something between them was growing stronger—something neither of them wanted to ignore.

And as the campus lights flickered on, casting long shadows over the emptying halls, Cobra realized that maybe, just maybe, having Inei in his life wasn’t a mistake after all.

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Cobra x Inei (Non-binary OC)

Love Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine / Protective Crush

Meeting: Inei stumbles into Cobra's Public Admin class by accident and instantly brightens his day—he just won’t admit it.

Chapters:

1. Wrong Class, Right Person – They meet, Cobra’s annoyed but intrigued.

2. Coffee & Rainy Days – Accidental study sessions begin.

3. Jealous? Me? – Inei talks to Noboru, and Cobra can’t handle it.

4. Rooftop Secrets – Inei comforts Cobra when he’s overwhelmed.

5. The Grump Melts – Cobra finally confesses—with blushes.

Boltverse(University) masterlist

University Boltverse — Chapter 1: Wrong Class, Right Person

Cobra × Inei

(grumpy x sunshine dynamic and subtle protective vibes)

Cobra sat stiffly at the back of the lecture hall, arms crossed, trying not to let the dull drone of the Public Administration professor get to him. The last thing he wanted was to be here, but this was the first step if he wanted to lead the Hoodlum Squad into a better future.

He scanned the room with a quiet scowl, noting the usual mix of students half-listening, half-pretending to take notes. The only sound that truly caught his attention was the soft tap of hurried footsteps at the door.

The door swung open, and a bright figure stumbled in, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Inei.

Inei was the exact opposite of Cobra: an energetic splash of color against the dull monotony of the class. Their smile was like a sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day. But what really got to Cobra was how unapologetically themselves they were—non-binary, confident in their own way, with a streak of mischief hiding behind that cheerful facade.

The professor barely glanced at them before muttering, “You’re in the wrong class.”

“I’m so sorry!” Inei said, cheeks reddening even more as they fumbled with their books. “I was looking for Creative Writing, but this room looked… interesting.”

Cobra wanted to roll his eyes, but instead, he found himself leaning forward just enough to catch their words.

“Well,” the professor continued, “if you’re going to stay, you might as well pay attention.”

Inei gave a small, grateful smile, pulled out a notebook, and sat down two seats away from Cobra. As the lecture resumed, Cobra noticed Inei doodling in the margins of their notebook—bright sketches that didn’t fit the serious tone of the class.

Cobra’s usual irritation softened a fraction. They were an odd one, but somehow, that made the day feel a little less heavy.

During the break, Cobra was packing up when Inei tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” they said brightly. “You’re in Public Administration, right?”

Cobra nodded, raising a brow.

“I’m actually doing Child Development, but I thought maybe I could sit in on this sometimes? It looks… intense, and I like hearing about leadership stuff.”

Cobra frowned, trying to hide how intrigued he was. Most people avoided this class because it was dry and filled with bureaucratic jargon.

“Why?” he asked, voice rough but curious.

Inei shrugged, flipping a page in their notebook. “I like learning how people work together. And leaders like you? You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

That surprised him enough to pause.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said quickly, trying to sound gruff. “I’m just here because I have to be.”

Inei smiled wider, clearly unimpressed by his grumpiness.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re annoyed.”

Cobra blinked, caught off guard.

“Whatever,” he muttered, brushing past them. But even as he left the classroom, a small part of him hoped Inei would keep showing up.

Classes went by in a blur, but throughout the day, Cobra kept catching glimpses of Inei. They were everywhere—talking to friends with effortless charm, doodling in their notebooks, laughing at jokes no one else seemed to get.

Later that afternoon, rain started falling softly as Cobra headed toward the campus library. He was lost in his thoughts about budget proposals and community meetings when a familiar voice called out.

“Cobra! Wait up!”

Inei was jogging to catch up, their umbrella forgotten in the rush. Cobra sighed, knowing he shouldn’t get involved, but when Inei brushed against his sleeve, he didn’t pull away.

“You left your umbrella,” Cobra said gruffly, handing it over.

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver,” Inei said, eyes sparkling.

The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to force them to share the small umbrella as they walked together.

“So,” Inei began, “what made you choose Public Administration?”

Cobra glanced sideways, hesitant.

“I want to make a difference where it counts,” he said quietly. “Not just fight on the streets but change things from the inside.”

Inei nodded thoughtfully. “That’s cool. I want to help kids grow up strong and safe. Maybe that’s why I’m in Child Development.”

Their words hung between them, the rain tapping rhythmically on the umbrella like a quiet soundtrack to something new beginning.

That night, Cobra found himself replaying the day’s events in his head. Inei’s sunshine wasn’t something he was used to, but maybe, just maybe, it was something he needed.

Because for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel alone.

End of Chapter 1

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UNIVERSITY BOLTVERSE

In a University Boltverse where all the HIGH&LOW characters and my OCs attend the same university, each gang's culture, values, and personality traits would influence their chosen college courses/majors. Here's a breakdown based on their personalities and backgrounds without the kids:

RUDE BOYS

Smoky – Architecture or Environmental Engineering

He cares about the Nameless Street and rebuilding or protecting it. Architecture suits his artistic but practical side.

Yuu – Fine Arts or Urban Studies

Quiet and expressive, Yuu would thrive in a course that lets him express himself or understand cities better.

Takeshi – Kinesiology or Fire Safety Engineering

Physical, dependable, and brave—he’d want a hands-on, protective role. Fire safety suits his sense of duty.

Pi – Mechanical Engineering or Street Design

Quiet and precise, likely to enjoy working with machines or underground infrastructure.

M! Reader – Media Studies or Psychology

Given your role in the gang, you'd be the observant type, great at reading people or documenting stories.

SANNOH RENGOKAI (Hoodlum Squad)

Cobra – Public Administration or Law Enforcement

Leadership, justice, and protecting others. A future police officer or community leader.

Yamato – Physical Education or Construction Management

Strong, athletic, and loyal. Great at organizing people physically and mentally.

Noboru – Law or Political Science

Smart and calm, especially after his ordeal with Ichigo-kai. Aiming to change things from the inside.

Inei (Cobra’s partner) – Child Development or Creative Writing

Sweet and nurturing, but creative. They’d likely want to help kids or express themselves through stories.

WHITE RASCALS

Rocky – Fashion Design or Business Management

Stylish, a leader, and knows how to run a brand. Could open a fashion label or club.

Koo – Graphic Design or Music Production

Silent but strong, with a mysterious aura. Might love creating album covers or beats.

Kuina (Rocky’s partner) – Marketing or Theater Arts

Mean-girl and stylish. She’d run the most iconic social media accounts or star in campus plays.

OYA HIGH / PART-TIME SCHOOL

Murayama – Education or Sports Therapy

Surprisingly thoughtful, he'd love mentoring troubled kids or helping athletes heal.

Furuya and sekki– Martial Arts Studies or Auto Mechanics ( I like to called them Furuya brothers because they treat each other as brothers along with Murayama)

All brawn and chaos, but maybe into fixing bikes or opening a gym.

Keiro (Murayama’s partner) – Home Economics or Nursing

He’s the “male mom,” so he'd shine in caregiving or practical life skills fields.

DARUMA IKKA

Hyuga – Criminology or Theatre

Loud, and always ready to stir the pot—he’d thrive in drama or criminal psychology.

Mirai (Hyuga’s partner) – Communications or Fashion PR

Baddie vibes, knows how to talk and make an entrance. Would dominate in marketing or public speaking.

Here's a plan for each couple in the University Boltverse, including their love tropes, how they meet, and what each of their 5-chapter arcs will explore. Each chapter will be around 1,500 words, making them mini-stories.

1. Cobra x Inei (Non-binary OC)

Love Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine / Protective Crush

Meeting: Inei stumbles into Cobra's Public Admin class by accident and instantly brightens his day—he just won’t admit it.

Chapters:

Wrong Class, Right Person – They meet, Cobra’s annoyed but intrigued.

Coffee & Rainy Days – Accidental study sessions begin.

Jealous? Me? – Inei talks to Noboru, and Cobra can’t handle it.

Rooftop Secrets – Inei comforts Cobra when he’s overwhelmed.

The Grump Melts – Cobra finally confesses—with blushes.

2. Murayama x Keiro (Male OC)

Love Trope: Domestic Partners / Slow Burn Friends-to-Lovers

Meeting: Keiro offers to tutor Murayama after seeing him struggle in class.

Chapters:

The Tutor Agreement – Keiro proposes a study schedule.

Homemade Bentos & Shared Notes – Intimacy through routine.

Panic & First Aid – Murayama gets injured; Keiro panics.

“You Don’t Even Realize” – Someone flirts with Keiro; Murayama reacts.

Morning Coffee, Finally Yours – They move in together.

3. Rocky x Kuina (Female OC)

Love Trope: Power Couple / Mean Girl x Gentleman

Meeting: Rocky catches Kuina in the fashion wing criticizing a design—and loving her flair.

Chapters:

The Red Lipstick Threat – She makes fun of his shoes. He smirks.

Frenemies at First Sight – Paired for a fashion competition.

You’re Hot When You’re Angry – Heated argument leads to sparks.

Eyes Only for You – Club girls flirt with Rocky. Kuina declares war.

Queen Meets Her King – They win the show—and each other.

4. Hyuga x Mirai (Female OC)

Love Trope: Chaotic x Chaotic / Ride or Die

Meeting: Mirai throws a drink in someone’s face at a party. Hyuga helps her escape security.

Chapters:

The Great Escape – They run across campus at midnight.

Two Devils in Class – Both prank their prof. Chaos ensues.

Jealous Bitch Energy – Mirai gets real about her feelings.

I’d Fight for You, Literally – Hyuga nearly gets suspended defending her.

Loving a Hurricane – They make it work their wild way.

5. Smoky x Iluliaq (Male OC)

Love Trope: Leader x Leader / Healing Love

Meeting: They argue over community funding, each representing a different student org.

Chapters:

Tension in the Boardroom – Sparks fly over a charity budget.

Silent Apologies, Loud Actions – Iluliaq helps Smoky during a health scare.

Opposites, Still Alike – A peaceful walk and shared backstory.

You’re Not Alone – Smoky opens up about Nameless Street.

One Heart, Two Walls Down – Mutual respect turns into love.

6. Male Reader x Takeshi, Pi, and Yuu (Crush Arc)

Love Trope: Shy x Popular / Pining from Afar (Reader’s POV)

Meeting: You’ve always been around RUDE BOYS, but your feelings run deeper—for all three.

Chapters:

Blushes & Accidental Touches – You get flustered around Takeshi.

Library Shadows – You and Pi end up alone, your heart races.

Yuu’s Quiet Kindness – He notices your mood before anyone else.

Confession in the Moonlight – You finally speak… but to whom?

Three Hearts, One Choice – Who do you pick—or do they pick you?

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Title: Strike Zone

Characters: Murayama × Keiro with their lazy son Kuro

Genre : family bonding and fluff

Word Count: ~1,100

Summary :

Murayama Yoshiki drags his lazy son Kuro out to play baseball—his favorite game—despite Kuro’s total lack of enthusiasm. With Keiro stepping in as catcher, the three share a chaotic but warm family moment on the old Oya High field. Murayama, staying true to his rough, pushes Kuro to hit just one decent pitch. After much groaning and drama, Kuro surprises everyone with a solid hit, proving he has a spark of his parents in him. As the sun sets, the unlikely trio walks home, teasing and bickering—just like a real, imperfect family.

Masterlist

The sun hung low over Oya High, casting long shadows across the abandoned baseball field behind the school. The bleachers were chipped, grass peeked between cracks in the concrete, and the old netting was half-torn—but none of that mattered to Murayama Yoshiki.

He stood on the pitcher’s mound, rolling a baseball between his fingers. His black hair, slightly messy, ruffled in the wind. His white button-up shirt was wrinkled and untucked, collar loose, black school jacket hanging off one shoulder. His face held that usual smirk—half boredom, half amusement. No one could tell when he was serious, and he liked it that way.

Across from him, lounging lazily on the dusty bench near home plate, was a black-haired teenager in a baggy hoodie, his face half-hidden behind an arm.

“Kuro,” Murayama called out, voice flat. “I didn’t bring you out here to nap.”

Kuro cracked one eye open. “Then why’d you bring me here at all? Baseball’s boring.”

Murayama scoffed. “It’s not boring. It’s precision. Timing. Like a fight, but with rules.”

“Exactly why I hate it,” Kuro muttered.

From behind the makeshift catcher’s spot, a voice cut in—warm, patient, but firm. “Come on, Kuro. Just stand and swing a little. We only need a few hits.”

Keiro knelt behind home plate in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, catching glove on one hand, catching helmet half-slipped on his head. His black hair was tied in a low, messy bun. He smiled at his son—one of those "I’ll feed you later if you behave" smiles.

Murayama turned the ball in his hand. “Don’t make me drag you to the plate.”

Kuro sighed dramatically but pushed himself up. “I swear, if this gives me a tan, you’re paying for my skin cream, papa.”

“You’re like a damn cat,” Murayama muttered, smirking wider as Kuro took a lazy stance near home plate, bat dragging in the dirt.

Kuro didn’t even bother adjusting his grip properly. “Let’s get this over with.”

Murayama leaned back, eyes focused. He wasn’t one for delicate bonding, but baseball was his thing. It wasn’t just a sport—it was discipline, control, rhythm. He’d spent countless afternoons throwing pitches against a wall back when no one wanted to hang around Oya’s unpredictable leader.

Now he had a family. A strange one, but his.

He pitched.

The ball sailed cleanly, cutting the air with purpose.

Kuro didn’t swing.

Thud—the ball smacked into Keiro’s glove.

“Strike one,” Keiro said gently.

“Didn’t even try,” Murayama growled.

Kuro yawned. “I’m calibrating.”

“You’re what?”

“My timing. Gotta wait for the perfect pitch.”

Murayama barked a short laugh. “You’ve got my blood. I know when you’re bluffing.”

“Yeah, but I got Keiro’s chill. That balances it out.”

Keiro chuckled from behind the plate. “He’s not wrong.”

Murayama shook his head and readied another pitch. This time, he moved a bit slower, letting Kuro see the windup.

The ball came in again—straight, clean.

Klak!

It connected, barely. The bat wobbled in Kuro’s loose grip, and the ball rolled pathetically a few feet.

Kuro dropped the bat like it offended him. “See? I hit it. Can we go now?”

Murayama walked toward him, slowly. “You call that a hit?”

“It made contact.”

“You barely moved your arms.”

“I’m conserving energy.”

“From what? Blinking?”

Keiro stood up, brushing dust from his pants, walking toward the pair. “Okay, okay,” he said, hands raised in mock peacekeeping. “Let’s just reset. Kuro, try gripping the bat a little higher, and Murayama—ease up on the heat. It’s just practice.”

Murayama looked at Keiro, then at Kuro, who was now crouched on the ground, drawing a cat in the dirt with the bat’s end.

“You’re raising him too soft,” Murayama muttered.

“And you’d have him doing pushups before breakfast.”

Murayama considered that. “...Not a bad idea.”

Keiro smiled faintly and gently tousled Kuro’s hair. “He’s got your instincts. Just not your obsession with violence.”

Kuro leaned into the touch a little, pretending not to care. “I’m not lazy,” he mumbled. “I just don’t like doing things unless they matter.”

Murayama tilted his head. “You think this doesn’t matter?”

“To you, maybe. But I’m not you.”

Murayama stared at him for a moment—then chuckled. “You’re right. You’re not me.” He looked to Keiro. “He’s worse.”

Keiro laughed.

But something in Murayama’s chest shifted—something small and quiet. Kuro was right. Baseball didn’t matter to him the same way it did to Murayama. And yet here he was, standing under the sun, half-asleep but still trying—because Murayama asked him to.

That counted for something.

“Alright,” Murayama said, turning back to the mound. “One more pitch.”

Kuro groaned.

“No complaints. This one’s coming fast.”

Back on the mound, Murayama pulled up his sleeve slightly, cracked his neck, and focused. The wind picked up a little, rustling the weeds at the edge of the field.

He wound up—and threw.

The pitch came in sharp and fast.

This time, Kuro’s arms moved.

Crack!

The ball flew higher than anyone expected. It soared in a clumsy arc toward the edge of the field, bounced off the rusted fence, and dropped into the grass.

Kuro blinked.

Keiro grinned. “That’s a hit.”

Murayama let out a loud, sharp laugh. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Kuro blinked again, then gave the faintest of smirks. “Guess I’m better than I thought.”

“Guess you’re not totally useless,” Murayama shot back, walking toward him with that cocky gait, hands in his pockets. “You just needed the right pitch.”

Kuro held out the bat. “Don’t expect me to join a team or anything.”

Murayama snorted. “Please. You’d fall asleep in the dugout.”

Keiro gathered the gloves and ball, walking over to them. “Let’s go home. I’m making curry.”

Kuro immediately perked up. “The spicy one?”

“If you wash the dishes after.”

Kuro groaned, but nodded. “Fine.”

As they walked off the field together, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long golden shadows behind the three of them. Murayama glanced over at Kuro, walking lazily with the bat resting on his shoulder.

He didn’t say it out loud, but a thought crossed his mind:

He really is mine, huh? Even if he swings like a sleepy cat.

And somewhere behind that smirk, a quiet warmth settled.

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Title: Steel & Starlight

Genre: Slice of Life, Family, Soft Drama

Length: Approx. 1,000 words

Summary :

Cobra and Inei spend a peaceful day with their energetic twin daughters, Shimmer and Shine, balancing quiet strength and tender family moments in the heart of Sannoh.

Masterlist

The metal of Sannoh Street still carried the scent of old dust and motor oil, but to Cobra, it was home.

He stood outside the bike shop, arms crossed, eyes scanning the empty road like he always did—quiet, collected, unwavering. Even in the still morning, his sharp presence seemed to cut through the silence. He wore his signature jacket with dragon embroidery, collar popped just enough to defy, red patterned shirt tucked underneath. Cobra didn’t need words. His silence said enough.

Behind him, laughter broke through the garage walls.

Inside, Inei was sitting cross-legged on the shop floor, a bright grin on their face as they played “Princess Pit Crew” with two tiny whirlwinds. Shimmer and Shine—mirror-image twins save for the blue clip in Shimmer’s hair and the red one in Shine’s. One was bold, the other clumsy, but both inherited their papa’s fire.

“I fixed it!” Shimmer declared, holding up a plastic wrench like a trophy.

“Nooo,” Shine pouted, “you twisted the wrong bolt! Papa said the left side first!”

Cobra walked in, shadow falling over the little workbench the twins had built from cardboard boxes and scattered bolts. Both girls looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes.

“Did we do it right, Papa?” Shine asked, tugging on the hem of his pants.

He crouched down slowly, inspecting the cardboard contraption with the seriousness of a SWORD leader reviewing battlefield strategy. “Hmm,” he said in that quiet, deliberate tone. “Looks like the front tire’s loose.”

Shimmer gasped. “We’ll fix it! Don’t worry!”

“You have five minutes,” Cobra said, and stood up with the faintest ghost of a smile.

Inei leaned against the workbench, watching him with warm eyes. “You’re too soft on them,” they teased gently.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Cobra didn’t answer. He walked to the corner where an old radio sat and turned the dial until a slow melody drifted through the garage—low, familiar, and gentle. Not Sannoh’s usual soundtrack, but something softer. Something that only played when it was just them.

“Shine fell yesterday,” Inei said as they walked beside him. “Scraped her elbow. She didn’t cry.”

Cobra raised an eyebrow.

“I think she’s trying to be like you,” Inei added, brushing invisible dust off his shoulder. “All stoic and cool.”

“She doesn’t need to be like me,” he said. “She just needs to be herself.”

Inei smiled.

Shimmer and Shine eventually finished their project—barely held together with tape and determination—and proudly presented it to Cobra. He inspected it with all the seriousness in the world before giving a single approving nod.

“We’ll build a real one next time,” Shimmer grinned.

“Yeah! And ride it too!” Shine added, jumping up.

“No riding until you’re tall enough to reach the pedals,” Cobra said without looking up.

“Aw, Papa…”

Later that afternoon, the four of them went to the nearby scrapyard—a hidden place of color and ruin the girls loved to explore. Cobra watched quietly as Inei helped the twins climb the rusted frame of a junked van, pretending it was a castle. Their laughter filled the wind like a lullaby.

Cobra didn’t laugh. He rarely did. But the edge in his shoulders softened whenever he saw Inei look at their daughters with that gentle, protective warmth. Like they’d guard their little world with open arms and a crooked smile.

As the sun began to dip, bathing Sannoh in hues of honey and fire, Cobra carried Shine on his back while Shimmer clung to Inei’s side.

“Papa,” Shine mumbled sleepily, head resting on his shoulder, “will we always be together?”

He looked at the horizon for a long moment before answering.

“Always,” he said. Quiet. Final. True.

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Title: “Static in the Smoke”

Word Count: ~1,500

Genre: Romantic tension + action

Summary

The story follows Cobra’s younger brother, a Sannoh Rengokai member, as he finds himself repeatedly crossing paths with Yuu of RUDE BOYS—a quiet, mysterious fighter dressed in his signature red layered shirt, patched olive jacket, and wide pants. What begins as tension slowly grows into mutual trust and emotional connection.

Masterlist

The streets of SWORD buzzed with flickers of tension, like wires ready to snap.

You weren’t just anyone walking them, you were Sannoh Rengokai.

And more than that, Cobra’s younger brother.

People expected you to fight like him.

Think like him.

Lead like him.

But you weren’t him. You carried your own weight, your own bruises.

Still, there was one person who always made you feel like a shadow again.

A quiet ghost moving through ruins and alleys: Yuu of RUDE BOYS.

Always dressed like the streets raised him:

A red layered shirt rumpled under a patched olive jacket, its sleeves frayed and decorated with deep indigo patches.

Loose black pants brushed his shins, tucked into worn black boots.

He looked like a painting half-forgotten in the corners of Tokyo.

And yet, he moved like smoke, hard to hold, easy to remember.

It started on a rooftop.

You chased down a bike thief through alleyways until your lungs burned, the kid scrambling up a rusted fire escape like a rat.

When you got up there, ready to drag him by the collar.

He was already on the ground.

Yuu stood over him, hands deep in his pockets, face unreadable.

“Took your time,” he said in a low murmur.

You blinked. “I had it handled.”

He glanced at you, eyes lazy but sharp. “Sure.”

Then he walked past you.

His patched coat fluttered slightly in the rooftop wind.

That should’ve been the end.

But somehow, it wasn’t.

You kept seeing him.

Everywhere.

Under bridges where graffiti whispered gang names.

Outside convenience stores.

On rooftops again, always rooftops.

And he kept talking to you, like you were some puzzle he liked to unsolve.

Never loud.

Never with full smiles.

Just a small tug at his lips, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.

“You stare a lot,” he once said as you passed each other on a rainy street.

You rolled your eyes. “Because you dress like a collapsed thrift shop.”

Yuu only shrugged. “Better than looking like a borrowed legacy.”

That stung.

Because it was true.

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You didn’t expect him to show up when you got jumped.

But he did.

Three guys from an anti-RUDE gang caught you near the warehouses. They fought dirty, one with a bat, another with a knife.

You fought back harder, but one cut along your ribs made your knees go weak.

Just as the knife rose again.

A blur of red and olive stormed in.

Yuu didn’t yell.

He didn’t rage.

He just moved.

Precise. Ruthless.

Like he was built from silence and instinct.

When the last guy ran limping, Yuu turned to you.

His patched coat was streaked with dust, his eyes scanning your wound.

“You bleed too easy.”

“I save the hard bleeding for special occasions,” you grunted.

Yuu crouched beside you, pulling fabric from his inner pocket.

Pressed it gently against your side.

“Why…” you muttered, “Why do you keep showing up?”

He tilted his head, black hair curling over one eye.

“Because you matter.”

“To Cobra?” you asked bitterly.

He stared at you, unmoving.

“No. To me.”

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Back at the Sannoh hangout, Cobra paced like a storm while you got patched up.

“Why didn’t you call backup?”

“I didn’t think I’d need it,” you grumbled.

Yuu leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, red shirt still rumpled from the scuffle.

Cobra glared at him.

“You again.”

Yuu didn’t flinch. “He was bleeding.”

“Still not your business.”

You cut in. “It is if he saved my life.”

Cobra’s jaw tightened but he looked away.

You looked at Yuu.

And for once, you saw something behind his eyes.

Not just calm, but concern.

Like he hadn’t moved on from that alley fight in his head yet.

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Night fell soft and slow a few days later.

You found yourself wandering the border of RUDE BOYS’ turf.

Maybe looking for trouble.

Maybe looking for him.

And there he was.

Leaning against a railing, one boot propped up, moonlight flickering over the patched shoulder of his coat.

“Lost?” he asked without turning.

“Maybe,” you replied.

He looked over his shoulder. “You always chase ghosts?”

You stood beside him.

Your elbow brushed his.

“Only ones that matter.”

He didn’t smile. But his eyes softened.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That I’m already yours.”

You choked a little. “What?”

“You think I keep showing up for anyone?”

His voice was a whisper, but it shook you more than any shout could.

You looked down at his hand.

Scarred knuckles. Fingers rough from climbing ruins.

Your hand reached out before you could think.

When your fingers brushed, he didn’t pull away.

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You kissed him behind the ruin of an old vending machine.

Cans rusted. City buzzing in the dark.

His lips were dry but warm.

Familiar. Like you already knew them.

His coat smelled of earth and wind.

His breath was slow, calm, just like him.

It wasn’t perfect.

You were both shaking.

But it was real.

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People talked.

RUDE BOYS and Sannoh weren’t supposed to mix.

But you weren’t just gangs.

You were two kids who found peace in ruins.

Yuu never changed for you.

He still wore that oversized patched jacket, the deep red shirt like dried roses, and those wide pants that brushed his black boots.

Still quiet. Still cutting.

But sometimes, he’d lean his head on your shoulder.

And in those moments,

you felt more alive than you ever had fighting beside Cobra.

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In the end, it wasn’t about the turf.

Or the gangs.

Or the rules.

It was about a boy with ruin in his smile.

And another with fire in his chest.

And how they found each other

in a city

that never really stopped burning.

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[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

Spring arrives gently, and Pi brings the reader a flower to add to the mural—a quiet symbol of new beginnings. When the flower is painted, Pi smiles genuinely for the first time. As they walk together, Pi admits he's remembering what it feels like to want. The reader responds with honesty, and for the first time, Pi holds his hand—choosing him without words.

Masterlist

Part VI: The First Bloom After Fire

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Spring didn’t burst in—

it whispered.

Like the first note of a song long forgotten.

Pi met you at the mural one morning,

carrying a single flower—

white, fragile,

growing wild near the riverbanks.

“For the wall,” he said.

You understood.

It wasn’t about the painting.

It was about beginning again.

You painted the flower into the mural—

centered in the wings of the phoenix.

He watched,

eyes soft like fog after rain.

That day, he smiled.

Not the faint ghost of one.

A real one.

The kind that made your chest bloom in return.

You walked him home after.

And at the stairwell to the RUDE BOYS’ sanctuary,

he turned.

Not to speak.

Not to run.

But to press his forehead against yours—

still,

brief,

honest.

“I remember now,” he whispered.

“What it feels like to want something.”

Your heart thundered,

but your voice stayed calm.

“Then want me.”

His hand brushed yours.

No hesitation this time.

Fingers laced.

Warmth shared.

And the city,

for once,

felt like it was listening.

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[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

As winter settles over the city, Pi grows quieter, burdened by Smoky’s worsening illness. The reader senses his pain but waits patiently until Pi opens up one night, revealing his worry. Instead of offering empty comfort, the reader simply stays close, and Pi leans on him for the first time. Their silence shifts from distance to comfort—marking a turning point in their bond.

Masterlist

Part V: Ash and Silence

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Winter came quietly.

Not with storms,

but with a stillness that felt sacred.

The city froze at its edges,

and even the fires of RUDE BOYS burned lower,

smoldering like breath on cold glass.

Pi grew quieter.

Not distant—

just deeper into himself.

You still painted.

He still watched.

But the silences lengthened,

as though something heavy had entered his lungs.

You wanted to ask,

but you didn’t know how.

And Pi didn’t offer.

Until one night,

he arrived late to the mural—

eyes rimmed red, hands scraped raw.

You didn't ask what happened.

You just handed him a brush.

And in silence, he painted beside you.

Color on top of ash.

Hope shaped like wings.

Then finally—

as the moon leaned low—

he said,

“Smoky’s coughing more.”

It explained everything.

The tension in his jaw.

The ghost in his gaze.

The way he looked at you like you might vanish,

too.

You stepped closer.

Close enough that the cold stopped touching you.

Close enough that your breath joined his in the air.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

He didn’t answer.

But he didn’t step back.

Instead,

his forehead met your shoulder—

lightly, like a bow without words.

And the silence between you

became

safety.

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[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

The reader and Pi begin wandering the city together, sharing quiet, intimate moments where their hands nearly touch. Though no words of affection are spoken, the feelings grow deeper. On a rooftop overlooking the city, Pi opens up about needing to feel something real. Their bond becomes undeniable, even if unspoken.

Mastelist

Part IV: Where Hands Almost Touch

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Some nights, you wandered the city with him.

No destination—

just the rhythm of footsteps against sleeping asphalt.

He’d tilt his head to listen to wind chimes or the distant hum of trains,

and you learned to listen, too.

You never held his hand.

But sometimes,

your fingers brushed when he passed you a drink.

Or when you helped him over broken fences.

Or when neither of you moved away fast enough.

You asked once,

“Do you ever wish things were… easier?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he stopped walking,

looked at the sky—

where stars were barely breathing behind city smoke—

and said,

“Easiness isn’t freedom.

I’d rather feel something real… even if it’s hard.”

You didn’t reply.

But you looked at him longer that night.

Long enough for your chest to ache with wanting—

not just his hand in yours,

but his world beside yours.

One evening, he took you to a rooftop—

above the ruins, above the gangs, above the noise.

“You can see everything here,” he whispered.

“This is where I come when I want to remember I exist.”

The wind caught your coat.

Your hair.

His eyes.

And for a second—just one—

he reached out.

His hand hovered near yours.

Not quite a touch.

But enough.

Enough to know the want was shared.

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶♛┈⛧┈┈•༶♛┈⛧┈┈•༶♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary

Their bond deepens as autumn arrives. Pi invites the reader into his world, and though the RUDE BOYS remain wary, Pi’s presence speaks for his trust. They begin sharing memories, philosophies, and soft moments. The reader opens up about his past, and Pi listens without judgment, strengthening the unspoken closeness between them.

Masterlist

Part III: The Heat Beneath Cold Skies

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Autumn sank its teeth into the city.

Leaves turned to rust.

The sky hung low, heavy with unspoken things.

You met Pi more often now, though you still called him Smoke.

He let you.

Sometimes he’d bring you to the ruins he called home—

where the RUDE BOYS built sanctuaries out of sorrow.

They watched you like you were fire—

dangerous, flickering, warm.

Especially Smoky.

The king in the ash.

He said nothing, but his eyes never left you.

But Pi always stood between you and them.

Not protective—

just present.

As though he didn’t need to say it:

“This one… is not a threat.”

You learned things in quiet moments.

That Pi liked the color green—

not just any green,

but the green that clings to life through cracks in concrete.

That he believed in ghosts,

but not in promises.

That he never remembered birthdays—

but always remembered the way your voice dipped when you were tired.

You told him about your mother’s paintings.

How you used to sit beneath her easel,

waiting for the scent of turpentine to turn into a lullaby.

He listened.

You told him about how you used to be angry all the time.

He didn’t ask why.

Just said,

“It’s okay to be fire, as long as you remember not to burn yourself.”

Then silence again.

The kind of silence that holds everything in it—

like a full moon behind smoke.

You began to wait for him.

You never said it aloud.

But every brushstroke, every sigh into the wind,

was an invitation.

And he always came.

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[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

A pattern forms—Pi silently watches the reader paint, their presence becoming a familiar rhythm. Eventually, Pi breaks the silence with a question, and a delicate trust begins to build. He starts helping with the mural, sharing food and moments. The reader nicknames him “Smoke,” and though Pi never confirms it, he doesn’t object.

Masterlist

Part II: Smoke Knows How to Linger

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It became a rhythm.

You painted.

He watched.

Sometimes you left chalk on the wall just for him.

A question.

A shape.

A soft insult scrawled in bright red, just to see if he’d smirk.

He never answered,

but he’d be there.

Always.

Until one evening, you turned around—

brush tucked behind your ear,

fingers stained in blue—

and he was beside you.

Not across the street.

Not beneath shadows.

Close.

You flinched.

He didn’t.

“Why do you color this place?” he asked.

His voice—

It was wind and metal,

a low murmur shaped by smoke and sorrow.

You looked at the wall,

at the phoenix blooming across brick and decay.

“Because someone should remind the concrete that it used to dream.”

He nodded. Once.

Then walked away.

The next day, he was there again.

Not watching.

Helping.

He didn’t speak much,

but he handed you colors before you asked.

Held the ladder when the wind tried to fight.

Shared his food without a word,

a dented bento with rice and something that might’ve been hope.

It wasn’t friendship yet.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And in a city like this,

something was rare.

You learned little about him—

only that his hands moved like they’d held grief.

That he smiled rarely,

but when he did,

it was soft,

like fog clinging to windowpanes at dawn.

He never gave you his name.

So you gave him one:

“Smoke.”

He didn’t correct you.

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[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Ash & Sky” -- ( Pi × M! Reader)

Summary:

The story begins with a poetic depiction of Pi, a silent and graceful figure from the RUDE BOYS. The male reader encounters him unexpectedly in the ruined streets while chasing a stolen bag. Their first silent meeting sparks a quiet connection, and over time, they begin noticing each other—one painting on the streets, the other watching from afar.

Masterlist

Part I: The Smoke Beneath Eden

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The city was a wound.

Rust dripped from its bones.

The streets coughed up fire and broken glass,

and yet, amidst the burning breath of this cracked world,

a boy with smoke in his steps danced like dusk itself—

and they called him Pi.

He moved like something born of silence.

Not just quiet—

but silence, like temples feel after prayers have gone still.

He belonged to the Rude Boys,

and the Rude Boys belonged to nowhere but the ruins of Nameless Street,

a home that knew hunger more than hope.

And you—

you were from the north side,

where buildings still dreamed of the sky,

and time passed with less blood.

You weren’t meant to meet.

But the world does not care for ‘meant to.’

It started with your footsteps,

boots echoing down a forgotten alley.

You’d chased a stolen bag—

just a blur of tattered hands and dirty fingers,

until it vanished beneath a collapsed building.

You cursed under your breath, the weight of it

not in the loss,

but in what followed.

Because that’s when he appeared—

a shadow moving through dust-light,

his eyes soft, but tired in a way the stars would envy.

He didn’t speak.

Just held your bag out like it weighed nothing,

and disappeared again.

The next time, it was rain.

You were painting the old library wall—

colors like rebellion against the grey.

He stood across the street,

half-hidden beneath the ribs of a fallen billboard,

watching.

He didn’t speak.

You didn’t either.

But something passed between you—

a hush, like the world itself holding its breath.

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Smoke & Silence, Love in the Ashes”

Pairing: Smoky x Iluliaq | Featuring: Killua (15)

Genre: Fluff, Family Bonding, Quiet Emotions

Masterlist

Scene 1: One Day Away

Smoky sat by the window of their hideout—a rare moment without ash, coughing, or conflict. Sunlight filtered in. For once, the city felt… distant.

Iluliaq entered with quiet steps, carrying three rice bowls and steamed vegetables. “No RUDE BOYS today. No missions. Just us.”

“Sounds perfect,” Smoky whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Where’s Killua?”

“Brooding on the roof.”

“Just like you,” Smoky teased. Iluliaq rolled his eyes but smiled.

Scene 2: Father, Son, Silence

Killua finally came down, silent as always, his hoodie drawn up and eyes unreadable.

He sat, ate quietly, then glanced at Smoky—barely perceptible, but there.

“You okay?” he asked suddenly, voice low.

Smoky blinked. “Yeah. Just… breathing better today.”

Killua stared. Then pushed his soup bowl toward Smoky. “Yours now. It’s warmer.”

Iluliaq raised a brow, amused. “Giving away food? That’s new.”

“Shut up,” Killua muttered. But his ears were red.

Smoky smiled gently. “Thanks, Killu.”

Scene 3: Fragile Warmth

They spent the afternoon at a small abandoned garden near their safehouse. Smoky sat on a blanket while Iluliaq trimmed the wild herbs. Killua laid back, arms behind his head, watching the clouds with one eye open.

“Remember this place?” Smoky asked.

Killua nodded. “You brought me here when I was sick. Said the flowers were healing.”

Smoky chuckled. “They’re still trying.”

Iluliaq came back with a tiny flower crown made of weeds and put it silently on Smoky’s head. He didn’t say anything. Smoky laughed.

Killua deadpanned. “You both are embarrassing.”

But he didn’t move when Smoky reached over to gently brush his hair.

Scene 4: The Moment

That evening, the three sat together in silence, watching the sun dip behind the buildings.

Smoky leaned his head on Iluliaq’s shoulder. Killua leaned his against Smoky’s other side.

No words.

Just breath. Warmth. Family.

Killua closed his eyes. “I like it when it’s quiet like this.”

Iluliaq wrapped an arm around both of them. “Then we’ll make more days like this.”

Smoky whispered, “Promise?”

Iluliaq nodded. “Always.”

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Want the next chapter to be Killua protecting Smoky during an attack, fully unleashing his cold precision for his family’s sake?

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Chill Day at Oya”

Pairing: Murayama x Keiro | Featuring: Kuro, Todoroki, Nakagoshi, Furuya, Seki, and the Oya fam

Genre: Family Bonding, Light Comedy, Fluff

Masterlist

Scene 1: The Plan (or Lack of One)

It was supposed to be a “family bonding day” at the Oya rooftop—nothing serious. Just food, vibes, and Kuro finally leaving his room.

Keiro entered the classroom turned hangout spot carrying a huge bento bag. “I brought food! I know Kuro won’t come down unless he smells something.”

Murayama raised an eyebrow. “He better come out. This is already the third ‘Kuro Day’ this month.”

“I’m motivated by food, not schedules,” Kuro said from the hallway, appearing like a ninja ghost in a hoodie with bed hair and mismatched slippers.

Todoroki blinked. “He really is your kid.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜.・゜゜・

Scene 2: The Great Feast

They laid out the food: tonkatsu, onigiri, karaage, melon pan, and of course—Keiro’s special pork curry.

Kuro sat cross-legged on the floor like a spoiled cat, arms folded.

“I won’t eat unless I get first bite of the curry,” he said lazily.

“Where do you even get this attitude?” Murayama sighed.

“You,” Keiro answered instantly. “And you,” he pointed to the Oya squad.

Nakagoshi laughed. “He acts like he owns the place.”

“I do,” Kuro muttered. “In spirit.”

Murayama handed him the curry anyway. “Here. Before you die of laziness.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Scene 3: Chaos and Cuddles

After eating, the group sat around in lazy piles—Todoroki sleeping with a snack on his stomach, Seki playing cards with Furuya, and Kuro curled up on Keiro’s lap like a tired alley cat.

“Dad, scratch my head.”

“You have two hands, Kuro.”

“But you do it better…”

Keiro chuckled and softly ran his fingers through Kuro’s hair.

Murayama lay back beside them, arms behind his head. “You spoil him too much.”

“He’s our son. And you love it.”

Kuro murmured, eyes closing, “I do…”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜

Scene 4: Quiet Moments

As the sun set over Oya’s rooftop, the chaos mellowed out.

Murayama stood with his arm around Keiro, watching Kuro talk half-asleep nonsense in his sleep while cuddled into a pillow.

“You think he’s always gonna be like this?”

Keiro smiled. “Lazy? Yes. But he’s a good kid.”

“Yeah,” Murayama said with a soft smile. “He’s our kid.”

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Want the next chapter to be Kuro getting roped into a fight just because someone tried to take his food?

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Velvet and Steel: Queen’s Day with the Rascals”

Pairing: Rocky x Kuina | Featuring: Queen (14), Kaito, Kizzy

Genre: Family Bonding, Fluff, Fashion with Edge

Masterlink

Scene 1: Enter Her Highness

The scent of high-end perfume filled Club Heaven as Queen entered with her usual flair—heels clicking, faux fur coat trailing, lip gloss applied just right.

“Where’s Uncle Kaito?” she asked without preamble, sunglasses still on.

Rocky, leaning at the bar, looked up calmly. “You’re not gonna say hi to your old man first?”

Queen walked right up, kissed his cheek, then dramatically collapsed into one of the lounge chairs. “Hi. Now where is he?”

From the back, Kaito emerged—cool and composed, wearing a sleek jacket and a chain hanging from one ear.

“You’re early,” he said in his usual low, unfazed tone.

Queen lit up. “Obviously. I don’t keep time. Time keeps me.”

From behind him, Kizzy followed, all grace and danger in heels sharper than most knives. “Still dramatic, I see.”

Queen grinned. “Just like you taught me.”

Scene 2: Style and Discipline

Later, Queen stood in front of a mirror with Kizzy adjusting her collar and brushing her hair with elegant precision.

“Confidence is power,” Kizzy said softly. “But elegance is how you control the room.”

Queen tilted her head. “So… I just stare people down?”

“Sometimes,” Kizzy smiled slightly. “Sometimes you don’t need to say a word.”

Meanwhile, Kaito sat with Rocky and Kuina at the side, watching the girls.

“She’s growing fast,” Kaito murmured, sipping coffee.

Kuina chuckled. “Tell me about it. She threatened the mall security guard last week for not opening the door fast enough.”

Rocky gave a proud shrug. “She’s got taste. And attitude.”

Kaito smirked faintly. “She’s dangerous. She’ll fit right in.”

Scene 3: Combat Meets Catwalk

Queen insisted on practicing her “glam-fighting” skills, a chaotic fusion of slaps, kicks, and poses.

“Can I flip someone without cracking my nail polish?” she asked seriously.

“Form first,” Kaito said, stepping behind her and adjusting her stance with precise movements. “Keep your center. Don’t waste motion.”

Queen nodded, oddly serious. “Okay… again.”

Kizzy watched from the side with arms crossed. “She’s stubborn. Reminds me of you,” she told Rocky.

“She’s got Kuina’s fire,” he replied. “And your taste in coats.”

Kuina chimed in, “Excuse me? She only thinks she has my fashion sense.”

From across the floor, Queen flipped a mannequin and shouted, “I heard that!”

Scene 4: Golden Hour Softness

As the sun set, Queen curled up beside Kaito on the velvet couch, eyes half-lidded. Her voice was smaller now.

“Uncle Kaito?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks for treating me like I’m strong.”

Kaito didn’t smile, but his eyes softened. “You are. We just help you sharpen it.”

Queen turned to Kizzy, who gently fixed her bangs. “And you always make me feel pretty and scary.”

“You are both,” Kizzy said gently. “Never settle for less.”

Rocky and Kuina approached, Queen reaching out to take both their hands.

“Today was perfect,” she mumbled. “I wanna be like all of you when I grow up.”

Rocky gave her hand a squeeze. “You’ll be something even stronger.”

Kuina kissed her forehead. “You’ll be Queen.”

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Want the next story to feature a White Rascals mission Queen sneaks into? Or maybe a scene where Kaito and Kizzy have to protect her for real?

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “A Family That Slays Together”

Pairing: Hyuga x Mirai | Featuring: Sansan, their sassy son

Genre: Fluffy Bonding | Location: Club Heaven + Home

Masterlink

Scene 1: Hair Day at Heaven

“Papa, this is a tragedy,” Sansan whined dramatically, flopping onto the lounge sofa inside Club Heaven. “My curls are dead. Dead like straight boys at a fashion show.”

Hyuga, sipping his espresso with a single eyebrow raised, looked at Mirai. “Was that English?”

Mirai, flipping her flawless braids over one shoulder, rolled her eyes. “He’s having a hair emergency. We have to respect it.”

“I respect many things. Drama isn’t one of them.”

“You married me,” Mirai fired back, smirking.

Sansan suddenly popped up, holding two conditioners. “Okay, team! I need a hydration miracle and a vibe check. Let’s go!”

Hyuga muttered, “What happened to the quiet phase?”

“There was never a quiet phase,” Mirai said fondly. “He was born with jazz hands.”

Scene 2: Catwalk Lessons — Hyuga Style

Later, in the back of the club where the mirrors were wall to wall, Sansan strutted like he was auditioning for Paris Fashion Week.

Mirai clapped proudly. “Yaaaas, baby! Give it to ‘em!”

“Walk like the world owes you!” Sansan said, spinning with flair.

Hyuga stood in the corner with arms crossed. “You know how to walk. But can you run in those platform boots when things get messy?”

Sansan stuck out his tongue. “Papa, these boots were made for slaying, not running.”

“You can slay and still know how to survive,” Hyuga said, walking over. “Try this—stance low, feet apart. If someone swings—”

Mirai laughed as Hyuga guided Sansan into a fight-ready pose in his glitter crop top and silver boots. “Only our family teaches runway combat.”

Sansan’s eyes gleamed. “This is giving… Fierce Fighter Femme. I love it.”

Scene 3: Home Spa & Real Talk

That night, Mirai had the face masks out. Sansan had cucumber slices over his eyes, while Hyuga tried not to grumble under his own mud mask.

“Papa,” Sansan said suddenly, voice softer. “Do you think I’m too much?”

Hyuga pulled off his mask slowly. “Too much for who?”

“I dunno. I get weird looks sometimes. Even some gang kids side-eye me. Like I’m not man enough or I’m just... funny to laugh at.”

Mirai took his hand immediately. “Baby, you are everything. You hear me?”

Hyuga’s voice was serious. “Being bold takes guts. You walk like you rule the world. That’s not ‘too much.’ That’s powerful.”

Sansan’s eyes watered, but he blinked it back with a smile. “Y’all are so dramatic. I love it.”

Epilogue: The Trio

The next day, the three of them walked down the street like a power squad:

Mirai in killer heels,

Hyuga in black leather and quiet menace,

Sansan in glittery sunglasses and a hot pink bomber jacket that said “ICON” in rhinestones.

Someone whispered as they passed: “Is that… a family?”

Sansan smirked. “The family.”

And Mirai and Hyuga smiled, flanking their diva-in-the-making like royal guards.

Because when you raise a star, you better shine too.

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Want more? I can write a mini arc where Hyuga teaches Sansan how to defend himself in style—or maybe Mirai takes him shopping and chaos ensues?

[sh4dowpuff]

Title: “Saturdays are for family”

Pairing: Cobra x Inei | Featuring: Their twin daughters — Shimmer (bold, flirty, proudly lesbian) and Shine (shy, clumsy, snaps hard when pushed)

Genre: Soft Family Fluff

✾ Masterlink

Scene 1 : Sannoh Shopping Street — Morning

It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday.

Cobra had just finished a patrol shift, hoping to relax, when he was ambushed—

“PAPA!”

Twin rockets slammed into him—Shimmer in pink sparkly overalls, Shine in a blue hoodie too big for her frame.

“You’re late!” Shimmer declared, planting a dramatic kiss on Cobra’s cheek. “And I’ve planned everything!”

Shine tugged at his sleeve. “I made a schedule… b-but Shimmer scribbled on it…”

Cobra raised a brow, trying not to smile. “How much sugar have you had already?”

Inei arrived seconds later, carrying a reusable bag and giving Cobra the sweetest grin. “Three taiyakis each.”

“…Of course.”

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Scene 2 : Stationery shop

Shimmer demanded glitter pens. Shine wanted new sketchpads.

Cobra stood between them, arms crossed like he was facing down a rival gang.

Shimmer twirled dramatically. “If I don’t get pink glitter pens, my soul will perish.”

Shine mumbled, “I just… want to draw foxes.”

Inei, giggling behind a notebook display, let them pick both.

When Cobra protested—“They don’t need more stuff”—Shimmer looped her arms around him. “We need aesthetic, Papa.”

“And… foxes,” Shine added, hugging him from the other side.

He caved in 0.5 seconds.

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Scene 3 : Ice Cream Disaster

Cobra paid for four cones. Before he could hand them out—

SPLOP.

Shine had dropped hers. Big eyes welled up with tears. “It w-was strawberry…”

Shimmer immediately handed hers over. “Take mine. I was gonna steal Papa’s anyway.”

Cobra blinked. “Excuse me—”

Too late. Shimmer had already stolen his.

Inei bit back a laugh. “They’re literally your daughters.”

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Scene 4 : Sunset Rooftop

Back at home, the twins lay on beanbags under the sky, listening to Inei hum while brushing Shine’s hair. Shimmer doodled hearts in a journal, occasionally glancing at Inei and Cobra and winking.

“Papa,” Shine said sleepily, “thanks for today.”

“Yeah,” Shimmer yawned, “even if you’re a bit grumpy, we like hanging out with you.”

Inei leaned on Cobra’s shoulder. “They adore you, you know.”

Cobra kissed their forehead and looked at the chaos he called family—one shy, one loud, both absolutely wild.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I adore them too.”

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Next: Want a bath time scene? Sleepover fluff with the other S.W.O.R.D. kids? Or Shimmer and Shine sneaking into a gang meeting and causing chaos?