#࿇. 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞

[aurake]

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ; 𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

BONTEN!KAKUCHO X READER

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; things do come and go, they happen and they end; that was the case with kakucho after that fateful encounter with you, seeing that smile on your face that tugged on his heartstrings, he knew he can't let you go. but like I said, everything's going to have an end to the story that they tell.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ; angst with comfort in the end, mutual pining, major character death, kakucho is a sweetheart, takes place in bonten timeline, like I said this is going to be heavy angst, reader slowly losing their eyesight, i pray tell I'll cry after this one, there will be additional tags, english is not my first language srry,,

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ;

chapter one ; sunflowers

chapter two ; yellow lilies

chapter three ; camellias

chapter four ; camellias

chapter five ; hyacinth

chapter six ; sunflowers

2022 © ࿇. 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 — do not repost to other sites unless permitted, likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated.

[aurake]

感情を表現する言葉. | I Love You. | Rindou Haitani x Female!Reader

summary ; In those three words, three special moments would make Rindou smile just as warm as the morning sun. Basking himself with the thought of you finally being his, he sets off to plan out the things that reminded him of the old days where you and him first met, the way your smile would beckon him until he gives in to your affection and how he was reminded that you are the eternity that he wished to spend his time with.

content tags ; fluff, strangers to lovers, rindou is such a sweet thing and blushy, maybe a small argument on the side.

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Chapter One: I | 君を初めて見た時 世界が止まった.

It was on one of the beautiful nights when the Azabu festival continued ongoing; festivities and activities would entertain both the young and elderly - everyone was free to roam down the streets with either apple candies in hand or some hot takoyaki that they bought in the nearby vendor—the glimmer of orange, clashing with warm yellows and pink would display themselves cheerfully so that the people would remember the significance of festivals as it is fun and memorable.

By memorable and for everyone else, that includes two charismatic individuals that sat in the corner looking at everyone else who passed them by. Most people would ignore them because they fear that they may get on their bad side, unfortunately, they will if someone decides to flip the coin to mock them; either they get transported into a nearby hospital or get humiliated in front of everyone else—those two go by the appearance of flashy two-colored hairstyle and seemingly matching clothing; never forget the tattoos that peek near their necks.

Haitani brothers, if one needs an exact description of them.

The older one had the expression of an english entertained noble who enjoys seeing children trip on something and then cry to their parents. His faux sympathetic look would make everyone else have a bad day ahead of them, well that was the first step in making things miserable for them; as for the younger one of the duo, he looks stern, quiet even—his purple irises would scan around the entire place as he bites onto a skewer that he bought for himself. Fortunately, the case with him is quite simple in terms: never bother him, he won't bother you; bother him and you'll see yourself out in the ER with broken bones.

His ears would perk up at the sound of a disgruntled human being behind him, looking behind his back he sees the scene unravel and continue on.

Yes, it was you—your unfortunate soul was caught up by a group of thugs that you don't want to associate with. They even offered you menacingly to follow them to a nearby hotel by the street or two, which you didn't like how it sounded - heck, you don't even want to think of the icky stuff that happens in those cheap-ass hotels. So you kindly tell them off. But hell, they are too stubborn for their good, they harshly grabbed your wrist letting you grab onto your bag for dear life - you just want to eat some takoyaki before you go home, not be involved in some shady men!

You closed your eyes, hoping that they will go away.

“Oi, let her go,” said a voice from behind you, it sounded lazy-like; but that deep tone of that person somehow made you at ease, like you're gonna be safe.

At that moment, you feel like the grip on you has loosened. Opening your eyes, you see in front of you some quivering fools—they look frightened, as if when you move they will flinch the hell out. So you test the theory—taking a step forward, they slightly backed out, and it made you squint twice.

But then, someone handheld you by the shoulder, and you look from your side - maybe you shouldn't have looked, because it's one of the notorious and well-known delinquents that are around Roppongi. And one of them is holding you by your shoulder, the younger one that is; the older one just moves toward the group, having a too-casual conversation for one to initiate—you could have sworn that you felt prickly hearing that unsettling tune in his teasing voice.

The younger Haitani turns you around to face him. “You look bothered by those assholes, you okay?” he peers lowly, leaning too closely at your face which made you embarrassed, so by your sheer guts and willpower you slightly push him away nodding in response. “Sorry to bother you,” you softly spoke.

He stares at you, the way your face lights up and goes red while your gaze looked away, he found it cute. But he won't say that - god forbid if someone hears him for that. So he fixes his glasses as a sign of covering up his faint blush, looking at you again before calling his brother who's commanding the leader of the unfortunate pack to strip all of their clothing—which was shameful, not for him but to everyone else who saw the sight, parents already flew the scene with their children to avoid this absurdity; in return, the lanky brother of his returns with another satiated smirk.

“Rindouu~ I'm tired, let's go back.”

“You go first, I'll go with this girl to the bus station.”

His older brother Ran whistles at the new response he got from his little brother, so he then peeks his head to the side to meet your gaze. Looking at this tall person and how he scans you, it made you slightly shake from the pressure - but then he returns his look to Rindou. “I'll follow along then. I won't go back alone, someone might grab my hand and ask me to go to a hotel with them,” you felt like he was mocking you because of the situation you were in, as much as you want to smack him, you love your life.

So you let the both of them accompany you to a nearby bus stop, having these two behind your back made everyone look nervous as if you were supposed to be some kind of delinquent which you weren't by the way; you just got the Haitani brothers to escort you to a bus stop and get home safely.

As you continued to walk to your destination, you had conversations with the younger one—seems like he was an interesting person to talk with, he has a lot of similarities with you when it comes to liking certain things - maybe exclude those that seemed expensive because you were not in the position to even have that luxury in your hands. He's quite... how can you say the word, cheeky? He's comforting to be around, maybe when he's not being teased by his brother because all you can hear from Ran is, “Aww, Rinny is being cute telling her he likes this...!” or something like that, he goes beet red especially when his older brother mentions something very private which made you chuckle at the blubbering mess.

They seem like normal teenagers despite the title that they have.

That reassures you.

As you want to continue the conversation, you have finally reached your destination with a lucky stride by which a bus arrives.

It's time to say your goodbyes to these two.

“Bye! Thank you for the wonderful conversations!” you waved your hands at the two of them, brightly smiling as the bus slowly stops and opens its door. “Before I forget, my name is...!”

Rindou would never forget that, the way you gasped your breath as you chased the door to the bus and finally enters the vehicle made his heart skip a beat—seeing your figure waving at him and slowly fading in within the night scenery.

So he stood there, still watching the bus move away; Ran had to flick his forehead and call him back to reality. “Looks like someone is lovestruck. At least we got her name, you would beat everyone just to know her name and her address.”

“...stop voicing out my thoughts sometimes, it's kinda embarrassing.”

“That's your big brother for 'ya.”

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[aurake]

IF YOU REACH OUT, DON'T HESITATE TO LOVE ME.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

MOCHI X GN!READER!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ; fluff, mutual pinning, kind of slow burn, rake is excited for Mochi content so have some cute moments, and maybe use of inappropriate words.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; “it'll be fine,” he says to himself as he continues on punching the living daylights out of someone, “hate me all you want, but I'm just doing this out of interest.” but you were there looking at him like you found yourself falling in love at first sight.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; hello! aurake here after a long streak of hiatus! i have come back to retrieve all of my harbored work with my blood, sweat and tears. for starters, here's a mochi reader insert! enjoy!

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Yokohama was still the same as ever, as in Mochi's perspective, everyone fears Tenjiku or tried to go against them; he continues to walk around just to make sure he has his mind distracted to himself—hearing from Rindou that he got dragged by Kakucho to a Yakuza hideout was another thing that bothered him, but mostly it's Shion who kept on insisting that they should spar. Though mostly it's the latter that's knocked on the ground because of the vast difference between their strengths, kind of idiotic in a sense, but he acknowledges his resolve.

As he continue his walks, he stumbled upon a group of thugs, seemingly ganging up on someone. Their boisterous laughter bothered almost anyone, even the bystanders who looked hesitant at helping the one being in the middle of the situation. Mochi contemplated whether to reach out or to have a talk (rather fist fighting) with them for two. But his ears heard a disgruntled sigh of a soft spoken person, and that's enough for him to shove the watching people and approached the thugs.

“What the hell is up with you huh!?”

“My fists in your face that is!”

He assaults them in a graphic way which made everyone scramble and tried calling the police. Mochi didn't care, his fists was itching for a fight. He lands a heavy punch on someone's face and seeing blood trickle on their faces was enough for him to continue, never looking at someone who looking at him with a surprised look—their eyes intent, focused on him alone; you stood there, quiet but in a daze. You wonder if violence was beautifully portrayed, seeing the example right in front of you. Mochi smiles as he fights, he fights with vigor and confidence and you can't help but to be in awe.

He is finished with these thugs, some blood splattered on his face. He shrugs his fist away before looking at you, he didn't say anything at first to amplify the awkwardness. “You okay there?” you hear his voice, you can't help but to fiddle your fingers hearing how rough his voice was but a tinge of softness reached your ears. You smiled at him before bowing slightly. “I'm fine, thank you very much, may I ask your name?” he says his name, Kanji Mochizuke. You continued to listen, it seems that he's a different person when interacting with someone else, especially when they don't concerned fighting.

He hears your name, he thought to himself, ‘It suits them,’ he wasn't a fan of remembering names, but hearing yours felt pleasant, relaxing even; he just looked at you with a stoic face, you don't know if he's interested or now, that made you uncertain so you bowed your head and immediately left.

You didn't notice the surprised expression splattered on his face, and Shion appeared out of nowhere to tease him, saying that he got themselves an admirer.

Shion landed on the ground again, with a bruise on his face after Mochi punched him heavily.

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Turns out when he knew your name, everyone else was on it. The Haitani Brothers, Kakucho, and Izana too. They were looking at him with an intense stare which made him look hesitant into prying further. But they insisted (or rather forced themselves), they knew your school which you studied on, and your past hobbies and what you like. Mochi thinks of them as stalkers, but they defend themselves for, ‘the sake of our friend who seems to have a crush on you’ part which made him sigh and leave their hideout.

And by golly, he sees you again, this time in one of the places that you enjoyed being in.

“What the hell? They were right?”

You noticed him staring at you, you tried to scramble away but he approached you, still with his stoic and seemingly grumpy face. “Never expected to see you here,” he says with a sigh.

You both engage in small talks, now converting onto full-blown conversations though you are not sure if he's interested in your hobbies making knitted things, or you being in a photography club; he continues on by talking about his approaches in fight, being a delinquent as he is, he's bound to get into a lot of fights especially if there's a gang battle being held in one of the appointed places, mostly abandoned ones. Despite the odds of him thinking that you might get bored in the conversation, as he thinks out to be, in your mind you were too invested in it—though violence scares you, it would seem that when he tells your everything, it feels fun and enjoyable.

But you won't admit it, who in their right mind enjoys shoving their fist up in someone's face?

Mochi would offer himself, but he'll think of that as weird.

You both spend the moment in awful silence contemplating whether you spoke the right words or the good topics. But that won't mean that you both didn't continue talking to each other.

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Months had passed, Mochi finds himself being drawn towards your presence. After a fight, he approaches you to help him out with bandaging his bruises and wounds. Though you scold him for fighting too much, he doesn't mind whatever you say as long as he hears your voice—it feels like he's in a place where he's at ease, like a valley full of flowers that he can lay himself to. That was him falling in love with you, his chest heaves up and down in admiration, staring at your eyes and drowns himself to the sight of it sparkling.

But no, he cannot admit his harbored feelings. Why would you like him, a delinquent who punches other thugs for fun? It would look stupid to assume that you like him or anything. So he sits beside you, trying to brush off the thought of acceptance—his feelings to be hidden deep within himself, he blames his current state that fell in love with you.

“If only they met me when I'm not a thug or a delinquent.”

But you? You looked at him, patching him up quietly as you frowned slightly. You don't want to see him in bruises or wounds, you care for him, though you don't want to admit—your face trembles at the feeling of anxiety coursing through your veins, you are afraid of confessing to him. Why? Because you assumed that he is into sexy people who could be with him or help him fight with others; you were frail, and doesn't like violence at all. So you harbored your thoughts to yourself, mustering up a conversation that you wish to start.

“Hey, you seemed quiet,” he starts it finally. He sat up and went beside you, looking at your smaller figure and tried to be gentle with his words once more. “Is something bothering you?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴. You wished to admit, you wanted to express your emotions that you kept for the last five months of you both meeting up in that fateful encounter; you looked at him with an embarrassed expression, fiddling your fingers like a child wanting to give something back to their crush. “It's nothing, Mochi. I'm fine,” you lied as you looked away. You were taken aback when he held your hand, his calloused ones over yours. His eyes focused on you, now showing off a gentle look and a slow turn of his head tilting on the side. “I know you, you're feeling down. What's the problem?”

You want to punch the wall. You trembled as you tried to speak, words never came out of your mouth, only hushed noises of hesitation and doubt in yourself. But he reassures you again, rubbing the small of your back and quietly cradling you in his large build. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, you say to yourself in awe as you confide with him. “It is hard when you are scared of telling someone your feelings that you kept to yourself,” you were always a straightforwarded person, Mochi knows that, so he lets you speak out loud for him. “What will I do if they don't like me back? It's gonna be painful.”

He doesn't know much about love, but if you're willing to love him, he will learn it just for you—after all, he's just a person that loves you for your gentleness, your enthusiasm when it comes to showing him your masterpieces of your knitting skills, and your touches that felt healing. He loves all of you, and he truly does.

So he hugged you tightly, taking in your vanilla scent on his nose, comforting himself.

“I love you,” he says in a low, hushed tone. “But I won't force myself to be in your space if you don't want me to. I prioritize you after all.”

He confessed, with his eyes on you, his gentle smile decorated on his face. He was looking at you with adoration and devotion, something that you seemingly failed to notice from him. You just realized that he has feelings for you.

You looked at him with a tearful face. Unable to contain your emotions, like a whipsplash that drenched you of a familiar and foreign concept of admiration. You held him close, hugging back and leaning in to him.

“The same with me,” you whispered. “I love you, since you appeared before my eyes,” you continued on. “I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, frail and someone who doesn't like fighting.”

“Why would I hate you for that? I would protect you because you're you. You're you for liking knitting something, liking your photography club and going to your favorite places.”

He is such a gentle giant, holding you close to him as you both sat in a quiet park.

You and Mochi spent the entire day in each other's embrace, and now looking forward to the future where someday, Mochi will offer you a ring, and you will accept it with all of your heart.

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[aurake]

𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨.

; Being rich won't be enough to make you stay; being handsome won't be enough to make you stay; being powerful won't be enough to make you stay... but loving him is enough to make you leave.

; Bonten!Ran x GN!Reader

; Angst, no Comfort

Has it been days, or maybe months? Ran could never count the moments as he held something close to him—a beautiful dried orchid, it was one of your favorite flowers and also a reminiscent of his name, Ran.

What went wrong? The question lingered within his mind, face filled with so much guilt that he couldn't stand to take it there; taking a bottle of whiskey from his cupboards and poured himself a glass, washing away the shaky feeling that his heart is enduring. The golden hue that his drink held, it reminded him of the afternoons where your silhouette lingers, beckoning him as you called out his name with a honey-filled tune—it was sweet, addicting. All could he ever asked for, a haven for Ran for a sinner like thou.

He tried to escape reality, relinquishing the past with small fragments if the cassette tapes that you both are in - a reel of different scenarios but only with the former same love that you both had for each other.

He asks himself again, what went wrong?

That's right, he remembered; he remembered that you were on the spotlight for both the police and the guys at the underground, you have been set in their eyes like a fly that's about to be entrapped on a spider's web. That was about to be the outcome of this unfortunate theatric, but Sanzu insisted to remove the threat along with the approval of their head, Sano Manjirou himself. So the wonderful, charismatic older Haitani—crumbled down from the inside, the world that he wanted to have on his hands shattered like glass - his hopes, dreams and the future that he wished for you.

Discarded.

"As the boss says," he said with a bittersweet smile, walking away as none could react - not even the little brother that he loves could speak, like a mute that was cut off of his tongue.

But what was the breaking point for him? You understood the situation.

You both never argued, never fought, he never even heard countless of reprimands from your sweet mouth... none of those. But instead, you gave him your sweetest smile—like an angel sent message that wanted to reassure him, everything will be just as fine. You understood that he was a man of many difficulties; living a life as a wanted criminal across Japan, surely it was all rocks on an aspalto. And having you here with him was just another problem that he faces, but he tells you that you're not a burden. "I could find a way for us! Just please, give me a chance to find a way!" he sobbed against you—a symphony faux bastard like him cried like there was no tomorrow, against someone like you who just followed them like a lost lamb; you shook your head, hands cupping his cheeks full of tears. "You need to keep yourself safe, having me here will make things hard for you."

He could never... he could never let you go.

So when you left the room, only giving him a memento of your existence—a beautifully bloomed orchid in his hand, he saw the scarlet thread snapped into two. His amethyst hues widen and cried again, desperately wishing that you will return tomorrow.

Tomorrow had passed.

Another day had passed.

A month had passed.

In one of the endless nights, he began to play a tune—an old tune that reminds him of you - your waltz as you intertwine your hands with his, your beautiful smile and your wondrous imagery underneath the moon in the glass panes that you both pass through.

Holding an image of you and the very same flower, he closes his eyes goodnight.

Still wishing that you will come back for another day.