#Aki Hayakawa oneshot

[stopdyingnow]

Late Night Warmth

Hayakawa Aki x (gender neutral) reader fluff

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Imagine all you wanted your whole life was a hug.

Imagine just getting someone’s arms wrapped around you. Someone to kiss...Cuddle...

All you’ve wanted was someone’s warmth and love. Their warmth overtaking your body as you laid there. Only showered in pure love, a flutter in your heart, and a content feeling inside your beating heart.

Back then you would’ve done anything for that. And once you had achieved it, you would promise yourself to cherish that person’s love and affection. No matter what. Sealing it in your heart and absorbing all of their care for you. Similar to a sponge for water. Feeling it fill you pr empty heart up, and you’d do nothing but enjoy and cherish the moment.

Something that was true and genuine love.

3:45 am.

Hayakawa Aki’s arms were around you.

His warm and slow breath felt on the top of your head. A warm and comfortable feeling lingering in the air as the soft mattress and bed were surround you two. The fabric brushing against your skin as you would move.

His arms filled with warmth and care. Never hurting you, squeezing you too hard, or anything. Just pure care for your body. As if you were glass about to break if he had squeezed too hard. His skin brushed against yours if he moved, being careful not to disrupt you.

He was wondering why you came. He wondered why you came from the cold of the night. Getting goosebumps and coldness overtaking your skin. Which was now being replaced with warmth taking over your body slowly but surely. Physically and mentally.

His arm snakes around your body once more, pulling you closer into the warm and soft frantic of his shirt. You felt the cotton go against your cheek as your head was in his chest.

Your neck then moved to look up. Disrupting your streak of staying still in his warmth for about 15 minutes now. He looked down at you, pillow brushing against his head as his neck looked down at you.

His throat prepared to speak up, mouth opening and voice ready to be let out to ask why you came. However it was disrupted as he felt something on his lips. It was your lips.

Your body had moved up and rubbed against the fabric to pull him towards you closer, as your lips slowly touched his.

It took him a moment to process it, however his mind had set in and took awareness of it. His shoulders slumping as relaxation overtook him. Along with pure love and a mix of other emotions go through his veins. Love, a butterfly in his stomach, his heart beating faster, his pupils expanding, a skip in his heart...

He felt pure joy and a fire go through him, making his heart skip a beat. It had felt like you got a match, and lit up a fire in his heart.

Your lips pressed against his as you both pulled each other closer. Feeling a rush of emotions go through your bodies.

As few seconds had gone by, and you both had to pull away for some air.

Breaths were heard in the air as you lightly panted. Filling more warmth in the already warm air.

He opened his blue eyes to look at you, taking your features in. His eyes absorbing your appearance which he had always loved to see. The appearance which would always light that fire in his chest.

Once again, he had opened his mouth to speak. His voice getting ready to let sound out along with his words, his throat preparing to speak.

However, as he opened his mouth, you merely put a finger over his lips that were still warm from the kiss.

Your warm skin radiated onto his lips.

He was a bit confused, his mind racing for options on why. However before he could come up with something, your jaw flexed as you spoke first. Voice echoing through the air, as you said some words to him.

“Don’t speak.”

“Just enjoy the moment while we can, because we might as well love each other as much as we can in case it ends in the future.”

Your lips then curled and warped into a smile, a smile that would always make Aki’s heart skip a beat.

Before his mind could have enough time to fully process the words you had said, he felt your lips warmth against his once again. As he felt his heart dance once more.

Ah fuck it, just enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Never know when it’ll end.

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

[linkemon]

You're out of touch, I'm out of time (Hayakawa Aki x Reader)

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ᴀᴋɪ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍᴇɴᴏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ꜱʜʀᴏᴜᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ].

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 1ꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ 5 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ).

Aki took a drag on his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into the air. The dim morning light slowly filtered through the gray darkness surrounding the city. A shinkansen whizzed by in the distance. The suburbs of Tokyo were coming to life. It was calm. Everything is in its place. And yet he didn't feel like that at all.   

— You only recently got out of the hospital. Already smoking? — A familiar voice startled him. The cigarette froze halfway to his mouth.  

He didn't need to turn around to know that it was [Reader] standing behind him. Apparently he forgot to lock the door behind him when he arrived. He will have to do this. Power and Denji certainly won't do it for him. As he knew them both, after returning from the mission, this would be the last thing they would think about. Their priority was always to demolish the apartment to add him more work.

— What are you doing here? — He dared to glance at her.  

She hasn't changed at all. She looked just like at the time when three of them, including Himeno were still active in the Public Sector of Devil Hunters. Before [Reader] went private. He wished the other woman had done the same. Maybe then she too would wake up for work now, just like him. Maybe she would still be alive.  

— What do you think? — The woman leaned on the railing of the small balcony.  

— You came because — the tremble in Hayakawa's voice was almost imperceptible — Himeno is dead.

— Partially, yes. — She nodded.  

Like him, she stared into the grayish distance. He couldn't guess what was going through her mind.  

— Give me a puff.  

He obediently handed her the cigarette. [Reader] inhaled the smoke, then exhaled it lazily.  

— I can't believe that bitch is dead — she said. — It seems so obvious in our job, but... I never thought it would happen to her.  

Aki was well aware that she and Himeno hated each other. It was a strange relationship that depended on working together when they had to. But they never achieved the same intimacy with each other as he did with both of them. He always felt like there was some bone of contention between them. Whenever he tried to find out what really separated them, they changed the subject. It was so hard to get it out of them that after a while he stopped asking. Only the last letters given to him by the deceased's sister led him to a possible reason.  

It turned out he guessed correctly. The reason women never liked each other was because of himself. The affection they both had for him led to a deep rivalry between the two of them in various spheres of life. Especially professional. Hayakawa Aki was what divided them but also what connected them in a way.  

[Reader] looked at the unlit end of her cigarette. The man never found out how they had fought over him while drunk. She grimaced at the memory. The hair being pulled hurt like hell, as did the slaps to the cheek. Maybe as a hunter she should be used to pain but this was something different than fighting demons. Eventually women landed next to each other, panting and made a pact. Aki liked Makima. Whichever one would ever emerge victorious from this competition, which was unlikely, at least they agreed on this point. She was a harbinger of trouble. There was something mysteriously terrifying and dangerous about her. They were going to do everything to prevent him from ending up with her.  

She flicked away the ashes. There was a time when she withdrew. Much to Himeno's delight. Private work was less stable than government work but it gave a better chance of survival. Leaving Hayakawa at the mercy of her rivals did not make her happy. However, she did not have enough determination to take on the hardest tasks day after day. She wanted to have some peace, so she had to get away from them.  

— They've slaughtered so many people lately that they're looking for contracts with private owners. Preferably people like me. — [Reader] sat on the balcony railing.  

Surprise appeared on Hayakawa's face. Had she really come here to return to the place she had fled from?  

— I thought you were tired of risking your life.

— Let's say I changed my mind.  

He didn't like it at all. He didn't need another person in his life to rest a few meters underground. With the same white cross as the rest of the hunters, in an endless cemetery. A place where the only thing you could hear were black ravens lamenting because of the lack of food.  

— Don't come back — he said confidently, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray.  

She seemed more outraged by the fact that he had taken away her source of nicotine than by what he had said.  

— Just don't give me sentimental talk. If you don't want me in the Division 4, just say so and I'll sign contract with another one. I'll stay in Tokyo anyway, so I don't give a damn what you think.  

— [Reader]… — Whatever he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.  

He was tired. So tired from the last few days that he didn't even have the strength to argue with her. He was still no closer to his goal. The Gun Devil seemed to be moving away from Aki's will for revenge. He might actually have had a chance with Denji but he felt like he couldn't cope anymore. Himeno's death was sort of the nail in the coffin. A border beyond which something inside him changed.  

There was silence, broken only by the sounds of the city coming to life. He felt like having another cigarette this morning. His addiction was just one more thing his late partner left behind.  

— I have two years left. — The weight of these words hung in the cold air.  

[Reader] turned her head towards him for the first time during this meeting and really looked at him. Her face showed sadness, anger and compassion that he hated. She knew well how much of his life the katana had previously consumed. Now his remaining time had shrunk even further. This was his last bargaining chip. Why would she stay here? Even if she managed to survive and get her life together, she couldn't count on him. Soon, he won't be here anymore. He followed the same path as Himeno. Straight to the grave. 

— So I'll stay here for two years — she said confidently.  

It was only when she touched his face that he realized he was crying. [Reader] gently wiped away the salty drops that ran down his cheeks. Aki didn't know why he was falling apart anymore. After all, he mourned Himeno in the hospital. Maybe it still wasn't enough? Or maybe he missed his family? Times that will never come back? Future where he could live normally? Lost years?  

— I promised Himeno that I would take care of you.  

Hayakawa didn't say that this was probably the first time she called her by her name. He had never heard her use this form before. Bitch appeared much more often in her vocabulary. Besides, the woman was not indebted to her. 

The warm embrace he was locked in didn't help at all. He felt like it made him fall apart even more. His black hair had come out of his ponytail and was now falling around his face. He embraced [Reader] like his life depended on it. His fingers gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly. He knew why she did it. She hugged him so he wouldn't look at her face. Because silent sobs also escaped her throat. They might have hated each other with Himeno but she missed her too.  

— Another cigarette? — [Reader] asked, laughing through her tears.  

She hastily wiped her face. Crying didn't suit them. She pulled out the last cigarette from the pack. The same one they smoked when the three of them were still together. He recognized it by the packaging. The fire rising from the lighter danced with a bright flame and immediately went out. A familiar scent rose up along with a wisp of smoke. Himeno should like the taste.

[perfectly-unsad]

You’re So Lucky

Pairings - fem!reader x Aki Hayakawa

Warnings - 18+ smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex f receiving, friends with benefits, Denji being a perv, slight angst but not really, not proof read

Word count - 2.8k

A/n - I wrote this in like an hour after seeing an Aki edit on tiktok and feeling absolutely feral for him so it’s not very good but we move. I haven’t read the CSM manga so sorry if anything is too inaccurate but it’s mostly just smut, not much lore!

I am planning on releasing a Halloween one shot (maybe a little late) but I’m not sure which fandom I’ll write it for, probably Haikyuu, so if there is any specific character you want it to be about just let me know!:)

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00:13.

You hummed along quietly to the song playing over the radio of your car, hoping neither of your parents would peer into your room to check on you throughout the night. A light buzzing of a notification on your phone caught your attention as you glanced down to see the text coming through.

"Aki: Are you nearly here?"

You chuckled at his eagerness, it had been some time since you had last seen him, the memory of your first encounter flicking through your mind as you recalled picking up your father, who had drunk a little too much with his colleagues, from a bar. Aki had helped him into the backseat of your shitty little student car, a few flirtatious words were shared and before you knew it he was asking you over in the sinful hours. His skillful flirting implied he was no stranger to talking with women, but you didn't care. You weren't looking for anything serious.

Both of you had agreed to a 'no feelings involved' relationship. It was just sex. Of course, it was only natural that your resolve faltered in some tender moments. Catching his soft gaze as you lay next to him, breathless and sweating, you thought it possible that something could grow from this. However, those moments were few and far between. More often than not, you'd be redressing before either of you had even caught your breath.

Finally, you had reached Akis residence. It was small, and cozy. Probably cleaner than the house you shared with others as a student. Just as you raised a fist to knock, his door swung open, startling you slightly. He quickly brought a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet which had you giving him a confused look. As far as you knew, he lived alone, and neither of you had been especially considerate of the neighbours before. He lowered his finger and motioned for you to come in, which you did. He shut the door behind you, taking great care to be as quiet as possible before engulfing your hand with his and walking you to his room.

"Okay, what was that about? You get a noise complaint?" You questioned as soon as his bedroom door was shut.

"I've got a... roomate, type, thing. It's not important." He dismissed, shaking his head slightly as he approached you. His arms wrapped around your body in such a familiar way that the movement alone triggered your own muscle memory as you brought your arms over his shoulders without even thinking about it until your lips met his. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, pressing harder against you, moving his soft lips against yours with an undeniable desire as his tongue pressed against yours.

It felt good for this to be so familiar. You had a few... escapades... while at university studying for a masters degree, but they were always rather brief and unexciting. Aki knew your body, and you knew his and it just felt right.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided you towards his bed until you felt his mattress at the back of your legs. His hands travelled down your body, running over your hips until he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the comfortable sweatpants you had on, pulling them down to expose your bare cunt.

He pulled away from your lips, glancing down to confirm what he thought to be true before returning his gaze to yours with a teasing smirk plastered across his lips. "Didn't even stop to put on underwear, huh? You must have missed me." His voice was so full of confidence, you wanted to roll your eyes or scoffed but honestly, he was right.

"I've been thinking about this all day." You said unabashedly, closing the small space between you as you planted soft kisses on his neck. Your words went straight to his cock as he hardened in the confinement of his trousers. Your body jolted instinctively when you felt a warm hand at your folds, two fingers pushing inside of you as his thumb circled your clit. "Aki," You breathed desperatley against his neck, physically unable to continue kissing him as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

He leaned down to kiss your neck as he continued to skillfully work you until he had you grinding against his touch for more. You moved your neck however he dictated, leaving a trail of saliva in his path as he sucked on areas that forced moans out of your throat.

"Shh," He cooed quietly, bringing his lips up to tease against yours as the tips of your noses brushed against each other "look at me." His voice was deep and low, you wanted nothing more than to obey his every command so of course, you lifted your lidded gaze to meet his as he attempted to burn the sight of your flushed cheeks and swollen lips into his brain. "Tell me what you want."

"I- I wanna cum." You whined as another moan forced its way past your lips as his thumb pressed harder, focusing on the needy bundle of nerves while his two fingers curled deliciously inside of you until your legs began shaking. "F-fuck, Aki, ah~" Your voice was shaky as you felt the familiarity of the tension that built up just before the release, but just as you were about to come undone the friction of his hand was gone, the space taken up by his fingers was now empty. "Aki!" You whined frustratedly, pushing on his chest to convey your annoyance, not that it did anything to push him away.

Your cheeks somehow flushed an even darker red as you watched him lift his two glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking every last drop of your juices off of his digits whilst he maintained an intense eye contact with you.

"You taste so sweet, gorgeous." He smiled, resting his hands on your waist as he guided you to sit on the edge of his mattress as he positioned himself on his knees in front of you. He slid his hands down to your thighs, pushing your legs apart gently to look directly at your pretty, soaked cunt.

He couldn't stop a low moan from vibrating against your sensitive skin as sunk his tongue into you. Your eyes rolled shut as your head fell back at the feeling of his warm tongue burying inside of your. You moved your hands to his head, releasing his locks from the hair tye he had it in, allowing you to run your fingers through the full length of his hair.

A faint clinking sound could be heard and you assumed it was Aki taking off his belt to pull his trousers down. Shortly after that, he brought one of his hands up to pull your folds further apart, fully exposing your throbbing clit. His tongue was quickly replaced by two of his fingers, a gasp rushing out of your lungs when you felt him gently sucking on your clit, the pressure it created was intense and you could feel Aki smiling at your reaction.

"P-please, Aki, 'm gonna-" You could barely get your words out as he relentlessly worked your clit, arching his fingers inside of you to press against that soft spot he knew all too well. You could feel the coil inside of your stomach tightening and tightening, your muscles flexing achingly until finally it snapped. Your squeezed his head between your thighs as your walls tightened around his fingers. Mercilessly, he continued to suck against your overstimulated clit as you rode out your high against his tongue.

"I'll never forget how pretty you look when you cum." He smirked after managing to drag his lips away from your core, an erotic sheen smeared on his lips and chin.

"W-what about you?" You questioned, trying to sound confident but your voice sounded shaky, before he could say anything about it you outstretched your leg to place between his, rubbing against his throbbing erection with the top of your foot. You felt him grind against you at the unexpected contact which made you smile victoriously. "Awh, you're like a dog, can't help but move against my foot, huh? Sweet thing." You teased him.

Judging by the look in his eyes you knew you had fucked up. He lifted himself off of the floor, leaning in to give you a forceful kiss as his tongue coated yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but he was quick to use his hands and body to force you further onto the bed and crawl on top of you.

His warm hand slid under your top, his fingertips gliding against your skin as he made his way up to give your tits a firm squeeze. You let out a small whine that was lost in his mouth when you felt him pinch your nipples between his pointer and middle finger. His lips curled into a smile against yours at your reaction, by now he knew exactly how to illicit all sorts of noises from you.

"Aki, please, I need you." You begged against his lips before kissing him gently.

"Need me to what?" He breathed in little more than a whisper, his warm breath hitting against your lips as he looked at you with a lustful, lidded gaze.

"Need you t'fuck me, please." You whined under him, he kissed you again, pressing his body against yours as he brushed over your nipple with his thumb.

"I'll never get tired of hearing you beg for me " His voice was low and hungry, laced with slight amusement as a feigned chuckle slipped its way through. Your gaze was brought downwards as he lowered his pants, his erection springing free from its confinement. Instinctively, you parted your legs a little wider for him, his hand stroking his base a few times before he refocused his eyes on you. "Such a good girl," He cooed, pressing his tip against your folds and rubbing it across your length "tell me how fucking lucky I am." His tip sliding teasingly across your clit every now and then was turning your brain to mush, all you wanted was to feel him inside of you, every thrust, every twitch, fuck you wanted all of him and you'd do and say just about whatever it took to get it.

"You're so fucking lucky you get to fuck me." You said, looking up into his eyes as you said it. A content smile appeared on his face as he stared back at you.

"Yeah, I am." He whispered just as he pushed himself inside of you, making sure to memorise the way your mouth fell open to let out a small gasp and the way your eyes closed while your head tilted back slightly. "Fuck," his voice trembled as he buried himself in your slick walls "you feel so good." He began to thrust in and out of you, the wet sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room and leaking beyond the thin walls, although neither of you seemed to care at this point.

"Waited for this for- ah, so fucking long," You moan as you feel his tip hitting that spongy soft spot deep inside of you.

"Yeah? You miss being fucked by me, beautiful?" He teased, keeping a steady rhythm as he continued to play with your nipples, seemingly on a mission to get you as overstimulated as possible. You mewled a pathetic response to him as you felt yourself reached your high once again. "I missed your pussy, too." He panted, approaching his own climax as his thrusts became more sloppy and desperate. "You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy?"

"Y-yeah," Was about all you could whine before your release, your walls tightening around his cock which choked a deliciously pleasurable groan out of Aki as he forced himself as deep inside you as possible, a mix of both of your juices leaking out of you as you felt him twitching uncontrollably inside of you. In the heat of the moment you hadn't even noticed how Aki slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together tenderly.

His body was shaking slightly as he used all his strength to not completely collapse on top of you. "It's okay, you can lean on me." You reassured him, your breath grazing the side of his neck as he hung his head over your shoulder. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed deeply, trying to recatch your breath while running your free hand through his loose black hair. He quickly gave up trying to keep himself off of you, his clothed chest now pressed against your bare one, your tank top having been rolled above your tits.

His body weight felt was slightly crushing for a second, but once you adjusted it felt comfortable. He embraced you intimately as he softened inside of you, moments like this stirred a longing feeling in your chest. You were fine being friends with benefits, honestly, it probably made more sense since you were studying at a university outside of Tokyo. But... This felt so right. It never felt like this with anyone else, and a small part of you hoped he felt the same.

A creaking of the floorboards from outside Akis room pulled you out of your thoughts, you both lifted your heads in unison, only now noticing that the door was now cracked opened.

"Denji you fucking pervert, you better not have been watching us!" Aki shouted as he lifted himself off of you, pulling up his pants and racing over to the door to peer outside. You gave a slightly amused chuckle at his reaction, sitting up to put your own trousers back on.

"Your roommate-type-thing, I assume?" You asked after he had shut the door and turned back to face you.

"Yeah, sorry he's such an- are you leaving?" He asked, the thinly veiled disappointment in his voice made your chest clench.

"Well, yeah, we're done... Aren't we?" You replied, as if you were asking something obvious. This was what you two had agreed to, after all. Time seemed to stop for a moment as you waited in silence for his response, if he asked you to stay, you would. You hoped he would.

"Uh, sure, I guess so." He said quietly with a sigh, reflexivly walking over to his bedside table to pull out a pack of cigarettes. If he wanted you to stay, he would have asked, so perhaps he didn't.

"You're still smoking?" You huffed. It was something you brought up almost every time you saw him.

"I have a stressful job." He replied, bringing a lighter up to the end of the cigarette, you let out your own disappointed sigh as you stood up.

"Well, at least kiss me goodbye before you light it, they taste disgusting." You bartered. He looked up at you as you walked over to lean above him, he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it delicately between two fingers before reaching up and placing a bitter sweet kiss on your lips. It lasted longer than any old goodbye kiss, as if this was your way of telling him without words that you wanted to stay, or his way of telling you he didn't want you to go.

However, when you finally pulled away from him and looked at his perfect face, the corners of your lips pulled into a sad smile. "Bye, pretty boy. I'll text you when I'm back in Tokyo so we can do this again," You said while walking towards his door, placing your hand on the metal handle "unless you get a girlfriend by then." You added on in a jokey tone, although it was a very real possibility, the thought of it made a flurry of jealousy swirl inside of you, but his response was reassuring.

"Yeah, right," He scoffed in bitter amusement, finally lighting his cigarette "text me when you get home so I know you're safe, okay?" He ordered, exhaling the puff of smoke above his head.

"Will do, see ya!" You said cheerfully as you gave him a small wave before shutting his bedroom door behind you. Once closed, you let out a big sigh, staring at the wall in front of you as you considered your situationship with Aki.

"So, are you Akis girlfriend?" An unfamiliar voice startled you from the darkness, but it was certainly more curious than menacing. When you turned your head to see where it came from you noticed the body that the voice belonged to looked a bit younger than you two. No doubt this was the 'roommate-type-thing'.

"You must be the peeping tom, Denji." You joked, the polite smile on your face contradicting your teasing words as he blushed at your accusation and stuttered over his defence.

[gojo-inabox]

screws loose (kishibe x gn!reader)

You’ve lasted 4 years in the Devil Hunting business, and that time was long enough for Kishibe and yourself to come to terms with your nonchalant feelings towards eachother.

Word Count: 3957

Warnings: Kishibe (lmfao 💀), smoking, alcohol, describing violence and fighting, slight gore (??), dead body, language slightly, kind of OOC but that’s also kind of the point idk man, kissing, weird but comfortable tension

Admittedly, you didn’t hate your job. You couldn’t.

For the most part, working as a Devil Hunter wasn’t terrible: Sure, yeah, the whole death at every corner thing was a major blow, but you didn’t mind the pay, or the people you met along the way. Sure they were short lived, but it was fine.

You could deal with it, if they died they died. If you died you died, at that point it didn't matter if you got paid - and hey, if you lived, a hefty penny was sent your way.

You could deal with the idea of death, with the idea of devils lurking every corner, your coworkers being so bittersweet and temporary.

Though, for some particular reason, for every person that died in your vicinity, it only solidified the one constant thing in your life: Kishibe, your partner.

Only Makima knows why you would get partnered with the grizzled alcoholic, but it didn't matter - he was solidified in your life the moment you were paired together at the beginning of your career as a devil hunter.

Kishibe was the one thing that never changed - alcoholic, unashamed, calm, and blunt. Even if every person around you dropped dead, even if you watched every rookie get brutally murdered by some low life devil, even if you yourself played your cards a little too wildly and didn't know if you'd come home that day - it seemed you'd always end the day parting ways with him.

The roughed up blonde wasn’t a bad person per say, he’s generally relaxed and polite, when speaking it’s obvious he has years of experience under his belt. His lack of emotion in his day to day work mildly pissed you off, but you two meant a lot to each other - you just didn’t know it.

Though most days you’d claim he went out of his way to piss you off, and that you swore you hated the man - you were mostly lying to yourself.

"This is a matter that needs to be resolved quite quickly, but also carefully. We cannot risk hitting heads with any private civilians at this time." Despite the pressure at hand, and the severity of the situation, Makimas voice was soft, and careful.

Her hands were clasped tightly on her desk, eyes barely blinked, scanning yourself for any signs of emotion. Even after working for Public Safety for 4 years now, Makima made you incredibly uneasy. The longer you found yourself alive and working here, the more often you'd be in Makimas office, you found yourself memorising her office - the lack of decorations and very subtle touches of herself.

Makima took your silence as understanding, and continued, "(Y/N), I hope you would know where your partner is? He was supposed to join us."

Of course she'd ask that. Technically - no, you didn't know where Kishibe was, but you'd take a guess. It was common for him to leave you to all the office and paperwork stuff, so he could fuck off somewhere with a bottle of booze in hand and show up later. He did it because he knew that you would handle yourself, and that he wouldn't really be reprimanded.

Simply nodding, you stood up and quickly fixed your blazer and wiped your wrinkled pants down, "I could probably guess. Don't worry about it, Makima, I can relay the information."

All she did was smile, nodding and following suit. Walking around her desk and at your side as you both walked towards the door. As she saw you out, she handed you the file, “I expect this to be taken care of before Friday, and next time, make sure Kishibe joins us.”

Nodding, you smiled and walked out, her office door closing behind you. The second you heard the click, your smile dropped, body moving down the hallway, and to the stairs. Slugging down the stairs, flipped through the file, internally cringing at the prospect of explaining the mission to Kishibe.

Once out of the building, you slouched against one of the concrete walls. The sun was almost completely gone, the night sky being illuminated by the light pollution from the city, you breathed in the crisp air. Even at night, the city was still so busy - cars driving by, people in and out of store fronts and restaurants, the noise of traffic filled the air.

It all seemed so simple, yet here you are.

The next day was rough. Getting up later than you would typically wish, it wasn’t really your style to be late, you had 20 minutes until Kishibe would pick you up so you two could deal with the problem Makima was up in arms over. Scrambling around your apartment, you tried your best to get ready in record time.

The front door knob jiggled and eventually opened, Kishibe just letting himself in - normally any other person doing this would warrant you probably killing them, and well this certainly added to the list of things Kishibe did that pissed you off, you let it be, walking right past him into your bedroom to grab your blazer.

“Ready yet?” Kishibe calmly asked, watching you scramble to slide the blazer on, all while scanning the living room for your watch.

“Yeah one sec.” Trailing off to find it, Kishibe shifted into your kitchen, rummaging through your liquor cabinet to fill up his flask . Again, another thing to add to the list, but you certainly couldn’t be bothered.

Finishing up, the pair of you headed out the door and down to his car. Kishibe had the grace to drive you basically everywhere, after 4 years it was basically his love language to say, ‘Hey I don’t hate you’, just as you let him raid your liquor cabinet as he pleases.

As both of you hopped into his car, he leaned over to pop open the glove box, pulling out two brand new cigarette boxes.

Handing you one, you smiled, “Thanks, you didn’t have to.” Kishibe didn’t say anything back. He didn’t mind. Though both of you knew you’d end up sharing a cigarette anyways.

The drive wasn’t too long; you gave Kishibe a brief overview of the situation, explaining the devil and the precautions you’d have to take to not interfere with the private sector's work.

Honestly you doubted he listened, but it was your job, so you explained anyway, “The devil has just recently appeared, he seems rather weak, it’s just he’s awfully clever. Private hunters attempted to kill it two days ago, and they’re going to try again tomorrow, so we better deal with it today.”

“Or else Makima gets pissed.” Kishibe scoffed, flicking his cigarette out of the window. The drive continued in silence.

The two of you stood on the sidewalk of a, almost, dead city street, everything was grey it seemed. Modern architecture sucked. Gazing up at the building the Public Safety Devil Hunters got a report about, it was an older office building.

The pair of you walked in, silence basking yourself and the lobby of the building. Nothing felt wrong - not yet at least - there was no signs of any disturbance in recent years. Dust was everywhere, on every surface and in the air. The wooden floors creaked with every step, you found yourself turning to the back of the receptionist desk, looking at the reminders of the past.

“When I was a kid, my dream job was actually being a receptionist.” You stated, smiling at the loose notepads and office supplies. Kishibe’s brows knitted together in confusion, you continued, “Sitting on your ass all day and writing paperwork for a decent paycheck? It sounded appealing. Then I did it while in college.”

“Didn’t work out?” Kishibe humoured you. He always did, he loved your rambling. Rounding back around the desk, the two of you turned the corner to wander down a main hallway.

The hallway was long, and dark, dust particles visible as they floated in the rays of sunlight peering through the few windows - most of which were boarded up. Despite the status as being abandoned, the halls were decently clean.

You scoffed, scanning the hallway and peering into each door you passed. “It was okay work. Money wasn't bad. I just didn’t find any thrill in doing paperwork.”

“From paperwork to devil hunting. Huh.” Kishibe chuckled, rolling your eyes as you shoved him a little.

Laughing, you continued, “You can’t act like my job now isn’t still 75% paperwork, because someone doesn’t wanna do their job.”

Kishibe let a smirk pull through, he couldn’t help that your laugh was rather contagious. It was a rather mundane and meaningless conversation, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t often devil hunters got to have a normal conversation.

As Kishibe pondered his comeback to your comment, you both stopped dead in your tracks, feeling a presence weight on both of you. Your hand met your waist, grabbing at your weapon and holding it firmly, Kishibe doing the same.

Peering into the room you had stopped in front of, you were quick to spot a body laying in the centre of the room. It was a woman, from what you knew most likely a private devil hunter, though she was dressed in the same attire as both yourself and Kishibe.

Looking around the room for an enemy, you stepped closer to the woman. Her body was almost completely devoid of all moisture; face was ashy, lips chapped and cracking painfully, eyeballs shrivelled and almost nonexistent. Her hair was crisp, thin, and looked like it was missing in chunks.

Littered with bruises, cuts and scratches, she didn’t go down without a fight. Furrowing your brows in confusion, ‘Where is the devil, then?’ Kishibe shared your mental sentiment with his body language, staying almost completely still whilst peering around the room.

After a few moments, you felt that feeling go away. This was definitely the work of a devil, but it seemed unlikely that the devil was still here with you right now. A hand placed itself upon your shoulder, you sighed, turning to face Kishibe and hopelessly continue the survey of the building.

That wasn’t Kishibe.

Almost immediately upon turning around and coming face-to-face with some grotesque devil, you were slammed across the room, back hitting hard against the wall. The devil let out a rather annoyed giggle, trying it’s best to contain its laughter.

That shit hurt, you probably knocked through at least 5 desks, and you scrambled up out of the dent that your body had made into the wall. Kishibe hadn’t even attempted to check on you, immediately making work of fighting the devil - he knew you were fine.

It wasn’t hard for Kishibe and yourself to get into a flow while in battle, once you picked yourself up, you joined in. Kishibe and yourself taking turns at attacking the enemy, confusing it, as it didn’t know who to hit at. You both dodged its attacks, as they were rather repetitive.

You took your own turns at chopping some of the limbs of the devil off. The devil shrieked, frustrated that it was loosing this battle so quickly. It hastily picked up office furniture and flung it around, hoping it hit one of you.

Before you knew it, Kishibe grunted rather loudly, snapping your head you watch him fall down.

Shit. He got hit.

Kishibe dragged himself backwards, trying to get out of line of the devil momentarily. Panicking, you grabbed ahold of the devil and flung yourself on top of it, the devil twisted and turned, trying to throw you off as it’s now stubby limbs attempted to regenerate.

Kishibe grunted out your name, probably trying to get you to get off of the thing, but you didn’t listen, shamelessly taking hits and hitting the devil back. The devil shrieked again, very loudly, as you stabbed it in the eye with a piece of metal.

It fell to the ground as you pierced it, pushing and digging the piece deeper and deeper into the devil. It went limp, and you tumbled off of it. It was dead.

Scrambling to get up, you slugged your body towards Kishibe. He was fine, a deep cut on his arm was the worst of his injuries, the rest were a few cuts, though he would definitely be waking up with a hefty bruise on his back tomorrow, as would you.

“That was stupid of you.” He commented, accepting your hand as you pulled him off the floor. Shrugging, you lead him out of the now destroyed room. A comfortable silence is present among you two as you make your way backwards, back down the hall and eventually out of the building.

God, even after you basically saved his ass, he still irritates you sometimes.

Though sure, Kishibe never failed to piss you off with his attitude and lack of communication, in all honesty, you didn’t hate him. A rather low bar certainly, but it was remarkable. Even after 4 years, and him getting on your nerves like no one before, you didn’t mind his presence. Not just as a partner, but as a person.

Maybe it was you being content with your situation, you found yourself not minding his company. Sure he did a lot that made your head spin, but you thrived off of the little things; When you two would finish a job and get dinner after, or when you’d take turns taking swigs from his flask after a particularly irritating meeting with Makima, or when he’d listen to your ramblings about something that pissed you off at work giving rather blunt comments, taking drags from a cigarette you shared.

The past 4 years together, it wasn’t bad, honestly.

Maybe you could admit you liked Kishibe as a person. For one thing, he was definitely attractive; an older, grizzled man who had some years under his belt. And for another, his personality, albeit somewhat difficult, was rather endearing, especially when you stayed around longer than he expected, and especially when he realised you weren’t going anywhere.

Kishibe liked you too, in his own ass-backwards way - well you assumed.

"Don't make me think I wasted my time training you." The grizzled man said, taking a chug of his silver flask.

The sky was dim, oranges and pinks painting the west sky, a cascading light shifted the darkness and shadows of the buildings and street lights - the sun was setting.

The two of you had made your way to Kishibes car, calling Makima and alerting her to the elimination of the devil. Rummaging through his glove box, you pulled out a bandage to apply to Kishibes mild wound. It would do for now, you knew he wouldn’t go to the doctor until tomorrow morning.

You shrugged, rolling up his sleeve, beginning to wrap his wound, "I think at this point l've proved myself. If anything I’m starting to wonder if whoever trained you failed.”

The blonde chuckled, letting you finish the quick dressing of the cut, pulling away as you finished, screwing the lid of his flask shut tight, shoving it in his coat pocket, “How so?”

“Maybe how you never showed up to our summons to Makima? You didn’t even know why we came here.” You argued, pulling out a cigarette from your coat pocket and lighting it. Kishibe smirked slightly - he was the one who got you to start smoking, you even smoked the same brand as him.

Kishibe sighed, looking around carelessly, he honestly was surprised that you were still so serious about the job. Maybe he had worked here too long, “No, but you did, I can always count on you.”

For a split moment, you caught each other's eyes, you’d maybe even be tricked into believing he meant that. Breaking the contact, you scoffed, wiping blood off of your weapon. Kishibe leaned against his car, plucking the cigarette from your mouth and into his, taking a long drag.

You could feel him staring, wondering what could be going on in that head of his. The cigarette met your mouth again, looking up, the man was merely inches from your face, intently staring at you. “I figured it out.”

Scrunching your face and furrowing your brows, you scoffed again at the blonde, “Oh? Another drunk prophecy?”

Kishibe sighed, pulling back away from you and assuming his position leaning against his car, his eyes stared up at the sky, “You didn’t have any screws loose when I met you. I thought you’d make it a few months tops.”

“That’s awful. Thank you, I guess.” Kishibe chuckled at your response. Shuffling over to him, you assumed a position leaning against the car next to him, your bodies touched as you both stared off into the sky. His warmth was comforting, you didn’t get a lot of that in this business.

“Yeah. But you’ve stuck around. It’s been 4 years and 5 months.” Kishibe kept count, in fact, to the month. You didn’t take him too much as the sentimental type, you figured he was rather nonchalant about whether or not you stayed around - at least that’s how he typically acted. Sure he had his moments of kindness, they weren’t stereotypical, but you figured it just meant he was being civil as a co-worker.

Your silence enabled him to continue, “The devil hunters with a few screws loose stick around the longest, because devils are scared of them. But you? I didn’t really get it, to be honest.”

The sun was completely gone now, pinks and oranges had faded into the night sky. Though for the night sky, it wasn’t very dark, and you couldn’t see many stars - despite it being clear. That was the downside of being in Tokyo.

The air was crisp, and cold, you almost wanted Kishibe to take you in his arms, his warmth was tempting. The temperature always dropped this time of year, you hated it.

Kishibes point still wasn’t being made, it’s not like he had a near death experience, so you were perplexed by the sudden admission of empathy he was expressing. Maybe he just finally let the bowl overfill.

“I’m not crazy enough for you?” His eyes rolled at your comment, but he stayed silent for a moment. The air between the two of you was slightly thick, his every word was out of character and unpredictable.

Kishibe turned to you, grabbed the cigarette from your lips once again, putting them to his and taking a drag, the smoke flowing from his nostrils. “I figured it out though. You have a screw loose.”

Again, he was right up at your face, inches away. His every feature on display for you to see, his eyes were blank despite his words, the scent of alcohol filled your nose.

“Yeah? What is it?” Shakily you breathed out, heart racing at the sudden lack of space between you two. He could see it written on your face, how much this made you nervous, how you wanted this to last - you basked in the feeling and in the moment.

Flicking the cigarette aside, he continued to look down at you - it seemed he was doing the same, taking in your features. “You like me.”

It wouldn’t be far off to say your heart made a terrible halt, you honestly probably had a slight heart attack. “I mean you’re my co-worker, I kind of have to-“

“No. You like me. You find me endearing, like being around me. That’s your screw that’s loose.” Kishibe stated rather bored, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of a reaction, your silence bothered him, “Am I wrong?”

“No.”

Within a moment of uttering that, he leaned in, grabbing your jaw and pulling you further into him, finding warmth as your lips touched. Your soft lips moved effortlessly against his rather rough ones, his hand wandered from your jaw to the back of your head, the other hand at your waist, pulling your body as close to his as he could.

The warmth of your bodies combined, his rough, large hands kneaded at your waist. Soft moans were pulled from your throat as he pushed into you, your back was harshly pushed against the cold metal of his car.

The kiss was rough, it was hasty, it was sloppy. Despite this, you enjoyed every second of it. It was like you both waited your entire lives for this moment, but now that you had it, you were both utterly unsure if you’d ever have the chance again.

Placing your hands on either wait of his face, you pulled away, gasping slightly for air. His hands are still positioned at your side and the nape of your neck, caging you against the car. Once again, you two found yourselves taking in each other's features.

A part of you was still shaken from the sudden admission from Kishibe, while he didn’t admit he also felt the same, his actions spoke volumes - the other part of you was heavy, you wondered if he did this just cause he’s drunk or still riding off the adrenaline of the fight.

Kishibe could see the look in your eyes, he could practically read your mind. His grip on you loosened slightly as he sighed, nodding to himself. Letting go, he rounded to the driver's side of the car and opened the door, “Let’s get you home.”

You sighed at his statement. Nodding and rounding around to the passengers side, slipping into the seat and shutting the door. The ride was silent, there wasn’t really much tension, the both of you just seemed to be in thought.

Kishibe kissed you. And yes, you kissed him back.

Over 4 years ago you were paired with the veteran devil hunter by seemingly luck. Makima claimed she believed you two would benefit from being around each other. Whatever that meant to her, it was true.

The first year or two was tough. Kishibe was thoroughly under the impression that you would kick rocks eventually, whether you’d quit or die a meaningless death. Too stuck up, too complacent with the rules, he believed your lack of purpose and drive would surely lead you to your death.

For a while, maybe he was right.

But four years later, he stood corrected. Recently, you had reflected a lot on the past four years; You remembered the first time he realised you were sticking around, the first time you made him laugh, your first cigarette, the first time you and him got drunk, you remembered it all.

Fuck. You really did like the guy.

Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Kishibe didn’t say a word. Honestly, you didn’t know what could be going on in that head of his, maybe he regretted kissing you entirely.

But fuck, you didn’t regret kissing him back.

As a devil hunter, any day could be your last. It was one of the many cons of the job. Sometimes you ended a day surprised you even were able to make it back to your bed. So fuck it, “Hey it’s not too late, so you wanna get dinner?”

Kishibe looked at you with a rather unreadable expression, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, “You sure?”

Asking him to continue the night, it meant you were okay with what happened. You could just go inside now and forget today even happened, only speaking of today when telling Makima that the mission went successfully. The two of you would see each other tomorrow and nonchalantly discuss meaningless work things throughout the day - acting, pretending like something didn’t happen between you two.

That sounded miserable.

“Yeah,” You said, smiling at Kishibe, “Maybe you can pull another screw loose for me.”

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starry night | engaged!softie!aki hayakawa | gn!reader | fluff | aki & reader imagined in their mid 20s | reader is not a devil hunter | sfw |

tokyo was a big city ; one with many lights. you and aki were on the balcony, alone. power and denji were doing god know’s what in the room you all sleep in. most likely sleeping, though.

aki was gripping the cigarette pack in his hands, almost anxious to use it. “you can smoke. it’s fine.” you interrupt the silence. aki cleared his throat awkwardly and lit one up.

you watch him inhale the air, and he’s almost mesmerizing. “i love you.” you call out.

you could tell aki was caught by surprise because he started coughing on his cigarette. “sorry- i love you too .. but why all of a sudden?”

“can i not say i love you to my boyfriend?” you smile, and he smiles back, giving you a kiss on your cheek. he glanced at the ring on your left hand. “have you forgotten?” he teases

“you’re so dramatic! i apologize, fiancé.” you let out a breathy chuckle.

he hugs you from behind as you both lean against the railing of the balcony. “tokyo is so bright. don’t you ever miss seeing the stars?” you have a small, oh so slightly, sad smile on your face.

“i dont think about it often.” aki shrugs, burying his face into your neck, giving you a small kiss. you shiver at the hot breath against your neck and his soft lips.

“would you ever like to see them again?” aki continues. “you kidding me? of course i would. but imagine how far out we’d have to go to get even a glance at them.” you answered.

“then let’s go. wherever you want, my love.” his arms tighten around your waist. you turn around quickly and face him. his shoulder length hair a bit messy, his breath smells like cigarettes, but it’s also minty from the toothpaste he used earlier.

“aki hayakawa.” you said with a straight face. “be serious with me! you know we can’t take a vacation with a job like�� yours.” you grimace.

aki takes your hand. “love, don’t use my full namee.. makes it sound like youre mad at me” he whines. “don’t change the subject, please..” you grip onto his hand tighter. “i’ll beg ms.makima for at least a 3 day vacation. she owes me this.” aki rested his forehead against yours.

“does she really?” you spoke in a soft voice. aki softly shrugs and you punch him in the shoulder. “aki!” you whisper shout at him. “what?” he asks, acting obviously.

“but would you really? do that for me?” you move your head off of his, and onto his shoulder. “i would do so many other things for you too.” he wrapped his arms around you as you leaned on him.

“aki, please don’t feel you have to do this over a couple of stars.” you start to wrap your arms around his waist as well. “do i need to repeat myself?” he asks

“no..” you mumble. “i love you.” aki calls out. “i love you too, aki.”

[kisgby]

Hello! As I understand it, you write for Chainsaw Man? (as you tagged it in your introduction post — but apologies if I misunderstood)

If you have the time, can I put in a request for the character Aki Hayakawa? Perhaps him warming up to his new devil-hunting buddy, who he finds himself thinking about in a romantic light. Maybe they have a deep conversation about Aki’s past, which makes Aki feel vulnerable, but ultimately it brings them closer together?

Thank you in advance, and good luck with your blog! ♡ ^~^

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𝐏𝐑̲𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒.☄︎. *. ⋆ 𝐀ki Hayakawa, a stoic devil hunter, finds himself warming up to his new partner, Y/N. Their deep conversation about Aki’s painful past brings vulnerability and ultimately draws them closer together .

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𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢̲𝗧𝗘. ☄︎. *. ⋆ thank you for requesting <3 also sorry if it took so long ahh ! 𝑹eblogs and likes are appreciated ! 𝑫on't forget to 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 !

The moon hung low in the sky, casting elongated shadows across the rooftop where Aki Hayakawa stood. His katana, its blade etched with ancient runes, gleamed in the dim light.

Aki was a devil hunter, a man who had seen too much darkness, too much blood spilled in the name of survival.

But tonight was different. Tonight, fate had dealt him a new hand—a partner named Y/N.

Aki had been skeptical at first, wary of anyone who dared to tread the treacherous path of demon hunting. Yet, as the days turned into weeks, he found himself drawn to Y/N’s unwavering determination and quiet strength.

They sat side by side, legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop. The city sprawled out below them, a pulsing heartbeat of humanity. Aki’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, its weight a comforting presence. Beside him, Y/N traced patterns in the dust with their fingertips.

“You know,” Y/N said softly, breaking the silence, “I’ve always wondered why you fight.”

Aki glanced at them, surprised by the question. “Isn’t it obvious? Devils are a threat to humanity. Someone has to stop them.”

Y/N shook their head. “It’s more than that. There’s pain in your eyes, Aki. A darkness that goes beyond duty.”

He looked away, memories flooding back—the loss of his family, the betrayal that had led him down this path. “I’ve seen things,” he admitted. “Things that haunt my dreams. But I keep going because I have to.”

Y/N leaned closer, their shoulder brushing against his. “You don’t have to carry that burden alone,” they said. “We all have our demons, Aki. Maybe it’s time to let someone else in.”

Aki scoffed. “And what good would that do? We’re all expendable in this war.”

“But we’re also human,” Y/N insisted. “We feel, we bleed, we love.” Their gaze held his, unwavering. “You’re not just a weapon, Aki. You’re a person.”

He clenched his jaw, torn between vulnerability and self-preservation. “I can’t afford weakness.”

“Vulnerability isn’t weakness,” Y/N said. “It’s strength. It takes courage to open up, to trust someone with your pain.”

Aki’s fingers tightened around the katana’s hilt. “I’ve lost too much,” he whispered. “I can’t lose anyone else.”

Y/N reached for his hand, their touch warm and grounding. “Maybe it’s time to find something worth fighting for,” they said. “Not just survival, but life.”

He studied Y/N’s face—the determination in their eyes, the way their lips curved into a gentle smile. Maybe they were right. Maybe he didn’t have to be a solitary blade cutting through the darkness.

As the night wore on, Aki shared stories he’d never spoken aloud—the laughter of his sister, the scent of cherry blossoms in spring. Y/N listened, their presence a balm to his wounded soul. And when the first light of dawn painted the sky, Aki realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Their swords clashed with demons, but their hearts danced to a different rhythm—one of trust, of hope. Aki Hayakawa, the stoic devil hunter, had found something worth fighting for—a connection forged in steel and vulnerability.

And as Y/N stood by his side, their own blade flashing in the morning sun, Aki knew that fate had dealt him a new hand—one that held not just survival, but the promise of something more.

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[slutsukio]

transient bonds. ( aki hayakawa x blk!femreader )

he casually ignites his cigarette, the flame casting a fleeting glow on his features as he remains indifferent to your presence. leaning back on the porch of his apartment, aki exhales a plume of smoke, fixating his gaze on the clouds lazily drifting across the sky. besides him, you sit, draped in his shirt, a garment he seems content to let you keep─ a momento that, in his mind, is far better off with you than as a reminder of a connection that is inevitably reaching its conclusion.

"we should just end this," he states, his words hanging in the air with a sense of resignation. the atmosphere is thick with the unspoken acknowledgement of the impermanence that defines his relationships. it's a truth he cant escape, especially given the nature of his work. to him, being in a relationship is akin to embracing a fleeting moment, a temporary respite from the harsh reality of his existence. it's like dating a living ghost, a man haunted by the shadows of his own profession.

the admission is not a surprise; rather, it's a long-anticipated recognition of the transitory nature of your connection. aki, in his pursuit of normalcy, has clung to you for as long as he could, seeking refuge from the chaos that defines his life. yet, as the smoke swirls around him, he articulates what both of you have likely sense for a while─ there's no reason to delay the inevitable, no point in prolonging a relationship destined to fade away. in his world, here permanence is a rare luxury, he suggests embracing the reality that any attachment is fleeting, and the only constant is change.

you could sense the gravity in his words, a seriousness that resonated deeply within her. aki, known for his candidness, wouldn't utter such statements without a purpose. as he spoke, a tidal wave of emotions crashed over you, the weight of his words feeling akin to a metaphorical building placed squarely on her shoulders. it was a moment where silence held more significance than words, and you chose not to speak, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the intensity of the situation. in that stillness, the weight of the unspoken hung in the air, creating a palpable atmosphere that spoke volumes.

"i didn't want to end this," he finally says, breaking the heavy silence that hung between them, still avoiding direct eye contact. "i didn't want to hurt you," he adds, a weight of remorse evident in his voice. “it has to end at some point,” he continues after a contemplative pause, his words carrying the resignation of someone who's reluctantly accepting a harsh truth. “this isn’t how I wanted it to go, but it’s not like I planned any of this.” the complexity of emotions lingers, as the inevitability of parting ways becomes a bitter pill for both to swallow.

you expressed your frustration by audibly sucking your teeth, a clear manifestation of your evident frustration. "no, you didn't hurt me," you asserted, dismissing any notion of mental harm. "don't ever say that you've hurt me, because you didn't. it's just disappointing to realize that I spent nearly eight months with someone who was only with me for their own selfish needs," you continued, your disappointment palpable. as he attempted to speak, you responded by walking back into the apartment, your own visible distress reflecting the emotional tension in the air.

aki's hands instinctively tightened it's grip around the slender cigarette, the ember casting an intense glow as he draws in another drag, before flicking the cigarette from his fingers and following after you. his lips contort into a discernible frown, the profound anger within him overpowering any lingering traces of sadness. "selfish needs?" he challenges, breaking the stare-off between you two. after a prolonged moment of contemplation, he continues with an edge in his voice, "i dedicated eight months of my life to you. it wasn't just about using you, y/n, i genuinely liked you." the words hung in the air.

"then, why, aki? why are we going through this painful breakup if you never truly desired a committed relationship? it feels like a betrayal, like you should have never entered into this connection with me, if your heart wasn't in it!" her voice echoed through the emptiness of his apartment, tears streaming down your honey-hued skin as you stood in the emotional turmoil that now surrounded them. the weight of disappointment hung heavily in the air, and the echoes of shattered expectations reverberated within the walls of their shared moments.

"because we wouldn't have lasted anyway!" the intensity in his voice resonates with a raw emotion that seems to stem form a deeper understanding. it's a moment where vulnerability clashes with harsh reality. he locked his eyes with you, as if imploring for you to grasp the gravity of his revelation. "don't you get it?" aki continues, a sense of frustration lacing his words. "i'm not like other people, my line of work─" his gaze momentarily shifts to the world outside the window, as if searching for answers in the distant landscapes.

the unspoken complexities of his profession and the inherent risks are laid bare in those words. it's a poignant moment where the clash between personal desires and the harsh demands of reality becomes palpable. aki's internal conflict spills into the conversation, leaving an indelible mark on the fragile connection between you two. each word seems to carve a deeper trench, exposing the intricacies of a life entangled with uncertainty and the inability to promise a conventional future.

aki's unspoken words and thoughts were like fragile glass lodged in his lungs, a puncture leaving him momentarily breathless before the internal bleeding of his truth spilled from his chapped lips. the room absorbed the silent shards of his turmoil, each one a testament to the complex emotions swirling within him. he observed you with pleading eyes as you gathered your belongings, an unsettling calmness accompanying your actions. the palpable sense of abandonment hung thick in the air, starkly contrasting the shared journey of emotions they had once navigated together.

the words that escaped aki's lips were not an anguished cry, but a piercing inquiry, "how can you just act so goddamn calm? don't you care?" the weight of frustration, confusion, and a profound sense of injustice reverberated in his spoken truth, creating ripples of tension in the room.

the dissonance between their emotions created a painful rift, leaving him grappling with the unfairness of the situation. it was evident that he didn't want this to end, and the realization that you were leaving hit him hard. the complexity of emotions played out on his face, reflecting the internal struggle between his desire for the relationship to continue and the apparent absence of alternatives.

as you continued to pack with a nonchalant demeanor, the stark contrast to the emotional storm in the room became even more apparent. the silence persisted, an unspoken dialogue that highlighted the challenge of finding common ground when faced with the inevitability of separation. the room stood witness to the fragments of a relationship, each piece a silent testimony to the complexities of love, loss, and the unanswered questions that hung in the air.

in the end, as the last item found its place in your bag, the room seemed to exhale a heavy sigh, acknowledging the closure of a chapter that had once held the promise of shared dreams and emotions. in the midst of the heavy silence, you finally found the strength to speak, your voice carrying the weight of love and pain. "aki, i want you to know how much i've loved you," you admitted, your words holding a bittersweet resonance.

'this hurts more than i can express, and i never wanted it to come to this. but sometimes, we need to find our own paths." tears welled up in your eyes as you continued, "the love we shared was real, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. but staying might only bring more hurt, to the both of us, and i can't bear to see you suffer," you continued.

as aki stared at you, a palpable sense of regret draped over him like a heavy shroud. the room seemed to absorb the gravity of the moment, as if acknowledging the complexity and difficulty that underscored this farewell. his gaze, once filled with shared laughter and tender moments, now held a somber weight. breaking up with you, he had thought, might be a straightforward step to take, a decision that offered a clean break. yet, reality had proven harsher, and the act of parting ways became an arduous journey.

silence lingered in the air, carrying the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. aki's struggle manifested in the furrow of his brow and the hesitancy in his movements. this wasn't merely a separation of two people; it was the dismantling of a shared history, a chapter of intertwined lives that had once held the promise of a future together.

the room, witness to countless shared joys and sorrows, bore witness to this poignant moment of dissolution. aki, grappling with the inner turmoil, found himself confronted with the undeniable truth that saying goodbye to you was, in fact, the hardest thing on earth. in those moments of prolonged silence, the unspoken words reverberated between you. aki's regret, etched on his face, mirrored the complexity of emotions that accompanied parting ways. the decision to end the relationship carried a heaviness that transcended the mere act of walking away; it was an acknowledgment of the profound impact you had on each other's lives.

the somber sanctuary enveloped you both in a heavy silence, the emotional intricacies of this farewell unfolded like a tapestry, woven with threads of love, regret, and the undeniable pain of separation. taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and approached aki with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. as you drew in a deep breath, it felt like inhaling the remnants of a love that hung thick in the air. your steps toward aki held the weight of a journey, a journey that transcended the physical space between you.

despite the jagged edges of hurt, you embraced him, the tenderness of the hug a fragile bridge spanning the emotional chasm. his arms enveloped you, a sanctuary built from shared laughter and whispered confidences. in that moment, the embrace became a cocoon, shielding you momentarily from the harsh reality that awaited. a soft kiss planted on your temple was a fleeting promise, a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of your shared history. "i love you too, y/n. take care," he uttered, his words echoing in the room like a melancholic melody. each word, a note in a song of parting, resonated with the depth of emotions you both grappled with. the door, now a portal to an uncertain future, stood ajar, and you took hesitant steps away from the warmth of his embrace.

walking out of his door, the closing creak of it seemed like the final punctuation in a chapter that had unfolded like a beautifully tragic novel. your tears, flowing freely, painted a mural on your ebony-hued skin, each drop a brushstroke expressing the intricate pain of letting go. the outside world greeted you with its own palette of emotions – the cool breeze carried the whispers of change, and the distant echoes of life continued, indifferent to the upheaval within your heart. your tears, now akin to a river, mirrored the tumultuous flow of emotions that had breached the levees of your composure.

his words lingered in the corridors of your mind, becoming a haunting melody that intertwined with your thoughts. the love, once a vibrant tapestry, now bore the stains of farewell. as you navigated the solitude beyond his door, it felt like stepping into an uncharted realm, the path ahead obscured by the mist of uncertainty.

in the aftermath, you grappled with the weight of those whispered words. they were not merely spoken; they were etched into the very fabric of your being. the love that had once flourished within the walls of shared dreams and emotions now became a compass, guiding you through the uncharted landscapes of a life reshaped by parting.

❁ suki speaking — after procrasinating for WEEKS, i FINALLY finished!! congratulate me. me finishing also factors into the fact that neso woulda KILLED me if i haven't have finished in a timely manner...hell im alr on thin ice. but, enjoy!! :3

[aslansawhore]

sfw

tw: mentions of pregnancy, starting a family, afab reader, canon divergence(Aki doesn’t have shortened life span)

thinking about how Aki would always make sure your favorite drinks are stocked in the fridge and you never run out of your favorite snacks. Aki who magically is able to fold the laundry the same every time. Who says he would rather cook dinner than order take out because “it’s cheaper, y/n”. thinking about how Aki would take care of you when you’re sick and listen to you act like you’re on your death bed. “you have the flu, my love”. thinking about how Aki would quit smoking because you don’t like the smell and now he has something to live for. Aki who isn’t sure if he should cry out of happiness, disbelief, or fear when you tell him you’re pregnant. he accepted long ago he’d die before thirty. a family was never an option in his mind. thinking about Aki who gently pulls you in for a hug not saying anything. starring off behind you while he tries to wrap his mind around the fact you’re pregnant with his child. you give him a moment to process the information, but soon the silence sparks worry in you.

“Aki..?” you ask hesitantly, still holding your husband around the waist.

silence.

you pull away, “Hey, Aki…”

“Thank you.” he kept his head down, now leaning against your stomach.

“For what?”

He looks up, and his eyes are glossy from tears. He answers with a shuddering breath, “For everything.”

It was only two words but they held so much weight. He spent his life going after one thing and only caring about revenge and killing the Gun Devil.

But as he lays on your stomach, crying at the thought of parenting his unborn child, it’s like a ray of warmth has shined down on him. Now he won’t only have you to come home to, but a child he and you made. Someone who will have a future in the world Aki fights to keep safe.

[kkencess]

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[stopdyingnow]

Outcast // Hayakawa Aki x GN! Reader Fluff

Warnings: None. Sfw. Focuses on Aki and reader’s healthy relationship. Story note: This is before Power and Denji moved into his apartment and when Himeno was alive.

————- Note: I'M CRINGING SO HARD AT THIS ALREADY- ;_; ahem. Anyways, no manga spoilers or spoilers past season one are here. So Anime onlys are completely safe. :)

I randomly got motivation to do this since it is a shower thought I had. Fictional character brain rot, am I right? I don’t know if this is considered a full on fic but more of a one-shot. Hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing on Tumblr (or a full on one-shot in general lol) so yeah. Hope it isn't too bad, if you want you can give tips in comments. ^^

Ended up being a bit longer than I thought, it was fun writing even though I struggled a bit at times to be happy with the dialogue and stuff. May edit a bit (cough cough a lot) more.

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Another month, another day.

Nighttime had overtaken the skies as you hear your co-workers laughing and enjoying themselves. They're all having fun, no worries whatsoever.

You were invited by Himeno to go out and drink. To have some fun for a bit. To let go of reality for a bit. The harsh reality of devils and lives constantly being robbed of innocent people.

It was a successful mission, so you were at the ramen restaurant watching your colleagues get drunk off of alcohol. It smelled like sweat and alcohol in the air, as you quietly sat there at a table not speaking to anyone.

In all seriousness, you didn’t really want to come. You would much rather stay home in your comfort area. You mainly came for two reasons: one being that you didn't want to decline Himeno's offer and seem a bit rude. You were starting to run out of excuses to not come. Second, being that you didn’t want to be the only outcast who didn’t come to a meeting where your co-workers are supposed to celebrate and forget about worries. All in bliss, getting high off of alcohol, escaping from reality.

You chose a chair where not too much people were as their laughs kept echoing. You sat somewhere to at least make you seem a bit included. You didn't drink any alcohol. You weren't a big fan of some. Certain drinks to you tasted disgusting in your opinion, and you didn't know how someone like Himeno could drink it raw.

You tried to peer your eyes at anything in an attempt at trying to ease the awkwardness of not having anyone to speak to. You didn't want to make it obvious you felt left out. If you were being honest, you felt like an outcast, like you weren’t really as included as some other workers are. Nobody tried to talk to you. And if they would do other activities, you'd be at home. Uninvited.

Or if you were invited, you barely spoke to anyone. If someone would reserve seats in a restaurant for the entire division, you would be the the person who is most likely to have been forgotten. Leading you to then be forced to eat at another table away from everyone else. Either that or if you do sit with many others, you'd be there in silence. Only occasionally speaking as you watch everyone else chat away, carefree. Having fun, getting high, getting that spark in their chest when they find someone they really enjoy talking to, and enjoying their time there in general.

So in conclusion, you felt like an outcast to others. Some people would only occasionally speak to you, only to stop speaking to you again. You barely knew anyone of them outside of work.

Well, except for one person that is.

Hayakawa Aki. Professional Aki. Known for being number one devil hater. The man whose family was robbed of him. The man who was forced to grow up too early in his life.

The Gun Devil obviously impacted everyone. Including you. So you couldn’t help but sympathize with him. At least some people who got affected had somebody. Whether it was an aunt, uncle, grandparent…While for Hayakawa, he had nobody. He had always blamed himself for his brother’s death. You knew that since you’ve known him for a while now. He always has blamed himself ever since that day.

November 18th, 10:00 am.

The Gun Devil would arrive and hit Japan for 26 seconds.

Deaths: 57,912.

United States: 124 seconds, 548,012 deaths.

China: 37 seconds, 316,932 deaths.

Soviet Union: 210 seconds, 155,302 deaths.

India: 15 seconds, 29,950.

Canada: 7 seconds, 8,481 deaths.

Mexico: 2 seconds, 6,088 deaths.

Hawaii: 0.4 seconds, 780 deaths.

In about five minutes, the Gun Devil managed to rob almost 1.2 million people of their lives.

New laws were enforced, orphanages began to overflow with desperate children and teenagers alike, kids, adults, grandparents, teachers, nearly everyone alike was impacted by the Gun Devil.

Hayakawa Aki, the man who deep down is filled with sorrow, anger, and guilt.

You remembered all of that. Felt a bit of sorrow, pity, and guilt in your gut for him and other victims, as a familiar face you began to notice was standing in a corner.

You couldn't help but feel yourself light up a bit. It was an opportunity. At least someone you know is there. At least someone who you know personally is there instead of being alone awkwardly, barely knowing anyone. You then stood up, and begin to wave to him, being careful not to be too loud to the point other workers would notice you. But just enough to get his attention. He noticed your hand, as his eyes met yours and he began to walk to you. Suit tied perfectly, hair tied in a topknot, eyes darting onto you.

Mister Hayakawa. Number one devil hater. The one who is supposedly cold on the outside.

As he walked toward you, you lightly smiled as he breathed in a cigarette.

“Aki- how are you?”

You were desperate to find someone to talk to by this point. You felt like an outcast at times as stated. Barely anyone talked to you at the moment and before. You couldn't help but feel alone at times. Every time you'd met up for the division to hang out and have fun it'd be the same. You would just be silent and ponder why you even decided to come.

Aki was the only one you knew well in that division. He was the only one who attempted to talk to you. The one who you could sometimes notice smiling in your presence.

Aki, the one you can go to to vent your problems.

Aki, the one who even bothers to ask how you are.

Aki, the one who speaks ever so politely to people that deserve it. Especially you.

Hayakawa Aki, the one who is always concerned for your safety despite what people say. Hayakawa Aki, the one who treats your wounds if you injure yourself. Hayakawa Aki, the one who you can always go to for comfort. The one you trust…

You were broken out of your train of thought, when he responded.

“I’m fine for now, thank you. I hope everything is going well for you.”

“It’s going fine so far- just glad to see you here so I can have someone to talk to. Better than just sitting there alone, am I right?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Hm? Don’t you have anyone else who talks to you here? You seem easy to get along with. I'm sure there's someone other than me.”

“Yeah, well…”

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he said you were, “easy to get along with.” Did he mean it? Cold devil hater Mister Hayakawa, calling someone easy to get along with? How nice. How surprising it’s you out of all people.

“I don’t really have any, close ones here y’know? I mean…Nobody really tried to reach out to me except for you. Or at least not as much.”

He lightly took a puff of his cigarette, when he spoke again.

“I see.”

You couldn’t help but notice a bit of pity in his eyes. Like he felt a bit, bad for you in a way? It was very hard to notice. But you can swear he at least feels a tiny bit of pity for you. A bit of empathy.

Aki empathizes with you. He remembers what it was like alone. Having to recover his family’s cold and lifeless bodies. Or at least what was left. They didn’t even look human. They looked like cold mannequins disguised as humans. No life in their eyes. He remembers the cold air and numb feeling he felt in his chest. He doesn't even know how to describe it.

He remembers being frozen in fear as he felt indescribable emotions during that time. A bit of denial when he first saw his house get blown away. Trying to process what just happened to not only him, but the entire world. Fear, anger, sorrow, guilt…

He felt alone. Like an outcast, perhaps? Nobody was there. That was something that hit him like a rock. Something he had absolutely no choice but to accept. No aunts, uncles, grandparents, no nothing.

He remembers coming to the realization that he truly was alone. Lonely, is the right word perhaps. Over time, he didn’t feel anything to it anymore as he first did. He was now numb. He felt nothing. Empty, perhaps. He was used to that feeling now. As stated, he became numb.

He has been used to waking up, going to work, and in hopes of getting closer to achieving his goal of revenge to soothe all of the anger and sadness he has. He just felt a bit...empty. Perhaps.

He lived for nothing but revenge. Anger, hate, sadness, guilt.

He’d wake up every day in his empty apartment. It was the same cycle every day since the Gun Devil.

Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.

Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.

Wake up…go to work, come home, sleep, repeat…

Revenge. That was his only purpose. Nothing else. Repeat the same cycle every day and hope to get closer to his goal as stated. Hope to soothe the pain. Hope to get peace by revenge.

Afterall, he had nobody. So why should he care about anyone or anything else?

Although, there was one exception.

Someone that feels just as lonely as him at times. Someone that sits alone at gatherings, such as this one. Barely talking to anyone. Someone who can listen to him. Comfort him. Support him. Just as much as he does to other’s. Almost as much as to how he doesn't hesitate to pull out his sword to save a life. Almost as much as how with each stab or usage of the blade reduces his lifespan with every time he tears a devil's flesh.

Aki cries, you and Himeno know that.

Even if it is just a partner he has known for a bit or a rookie, he cries. He cares.

Aki, whose heart deserves so much more.

Aki, who is deep down one of the most empathetic and caring man you've ever known.

Aki, who’d cry over your death.

Aki, who would do anything to protect you even if he won’t admit how much you mean to him…

Sometimes, he might even think when he sees you that he might have something in his life other than revenge, anger, sorrow, guilt, or the same cycle for once.

Maybe, instead of going through the same endless and empty cycle, it was pretty fun to talk to you.

The day got a bit more fun whenever he talked to you. It was just recently he noticed that. He'd feel something whenever he would see the way you enjoy talking to him. Whether it was him telling you how ridiculous you can be, whether it was about devils, whether it is him venting his frustrations...

To see you smile, laugh, and to know you enjoyed it just as much. You were so grateful to how he was one of the few, no, the only one who reached out to you in and outside of work.

Aki, the one who tries to include you even in gatherings like these. The one who at least tries to speak to you if he sees you're alone in gatherings. All so that you don't get the saame feeling he gets when he's alone.

Aki, who makes the places where you're usually an outcast, left out in conversations, kind of fun.

Back at the present, you were there in your chair. The air smelling like alcohol, beer, and sweat. Aki stood there. His tall figure looking over you. Analyzing you.

That’s when you realized he has been standing this whole time.

It was a long mission, his legs must be sore and tired. You notice the bandage over his arm due to him donating some skin to the fox devil. He deserves a rest. A whole break honestly. A whole break from this miserable life in general. From this sorrowful world. A world where he could be happy and have a life purpose that isn’t revenge. Aki, who deserves so much more...

It comes to your mind to offer a seat to Aki.

“Oh, you’ve been standing a lot, haven’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“Here.”

You get up, and slide the chair out a bit.

You see he gets a bit confused as you pull the chair out, that's when you explain.

“You can have my seat.”

He gets a bit caught off guard by the sudden gesture. A nice act of kindness to him. He then begins to politely decline, not wanting to take your seat.

“Hm? It’s fine. I’m alright with standing. Thank you for the offer though.”

“Nono, you need a break, Aki. You really should...relax for once. You’ve been through a lot. And we got out of that mission barely alive. We don't even know if we'll survive the day tomorrow...So because of that,"

"can I at least offer you a seat, Mister Hayakawa?”

Been through a lot.

Been through a lot is an understatement.

For a while, he’s had nobody and his only life purpose was revenge.

Yet hear you are, concerned for him. Caring for his life. Even though you know his lifespan has been shortened due to the curse devil, you are still there with him. He gets baffled when he thinks about it. Someone as kind and sweet as you nurturing him. Listening to him. Even if he can't even owe you a full life if he survived. But yet, here you are still wanting him to relax. Offering him a seat. Comforting him. Smiling at him. Talking to him outside of work. Being concerned for him...

You’re a pretty damn good person, he thinks.

Just the way your eyes light up when you talk to him. The way they light up when you get really into conversations with him. That spark in your chest. The way you act that way around him.

He’d pretend to be annoyed by you at times. By your ridiculous conversations at times. Mister perfect Hayakawa. Always so professional. But deep down, he can’t deny it.

You’re adorable.

He gets out of his thoughts about you, about your pretty face. The one he could never bring himself to hurt or insult. When he is about to speak again to politely decline once again, you begin to slide his body down onto the chair stand up.

He gets a bit caught off guard when your arms go onto him. A flutter goes off in his chest as he realizes your skin is touching his.

“Please, let me, Mister Hayakawa.”

You lightly smile at him when your eyes meet his.

Mister Hayakawa. He’d pretend to be annoyed by the childish nickname you gave him just to tease him, however he can’t help but lightly smile at your childish teasing's. How you are always more cheerful around him. Especially when he tries to include you in conversations he notices you're left out in. He can't help but find it cute with how comfortable you are with him.

As he gets forced to sit down, you begin to walk away to maybe try and find another seat or a comfortable place to stand. But that’s when you feel a hand on your arm, ushering you down.

“Since there’s one seat, we’ll make it work.”

“Wait- hu-“

You get extremely caught off guard, when he drags you down onto the chair until you’re on his lap.

“Wait- Aki- wha-?“

“There’s one chair here, isn’t there?”

“How about we both sit here. It works. Doesn’t it?”

Your eyes widen a bit, extremely flustered and caught off guard. You did not expect that at all. Especially from Aki out of all people.

“Aki I’m going to crush you-“

“I’m fine. I can handle you sitting on my lap.”

You’re holding back your weight to not crush him, you're tensed up and incredibly flustered at him suddenly offering you on his lap. You look at him, a bit shocked. As he continues smoking his cigarette non-challantly like it's nothing.

You get even more caught off guard when he has his arms go onto your back and stomach, trying to straighten your posture.

Since when did he get so bold? You wonder.

When did he get so handsome? So charming?

“Straighten your posture a bit, bad posture can cause back pain. I don't want your back being sore on the next mission.”

“R-right…”

You swear you can hear him lightly chuckle as you’re on his lap. On how flustered you are. This is unlike him. Very unlike him. He's a sweet and empathetic man deep down. You know that. However this is in public, in front of others, where anyone can see.

However, this one time, perhaps he doesn’t care.

He wants you to be included. To not be like him when he was alone. Cold, empty, going through the same endless meaningless cycle in hopes for magically finding happiness one day.

Aki empathizes with you, Aki would always understand your emotions no matter what. Whatever happens, he'd always be as understanding as he possibly could with you.

“Aki, are you sure this is oka-“

“I’m the one who offered you on my lap, didn’t I?”

You nod, when his hands go to your shoulders to massage it. He tries to get you to relax, noticing how tense you are.

"You should relax, being tensed up can also cause soreness."

Because of those words, you begin to ease up a bit. You feel your body slowly stop being tense. And you swear you hear Aki chuckle about how flustered you are.

You’re cute. He thinks to himself.

A few minutes go by, and you and Aki begin to have some small talk. Some parts of the conversation about devils, how work is going, life, advice for outside of work…

For the first time in this gathering, you genuinely smile and laugh with him. As Aki looks at you, he notices you have that spark in your eye. The feeling you get when you're really enjoying a conversation with someone. That feeling in your chest. Like a fire being lit up and the flames burning. That great feeling. And if you're being honest, you can tell Aki feels the same.

Aki, the man you can always trust to be your therapist. The one who would wipe your tears if you cried. The one who calms you down. Helps you relax. You, the one Aki is empathetic towards. The one who Aki trusts to talk to. The one he can vent to. The few he wouldn't mind crying in front of.

You continue chatting instead of drinking. Him chuckling at some of your funny or weird retorts. You're still on his lap. Which in your opinion, is a lot more fun than getting high off of beer and alcohol as an escapism from reality.

Perhaps this night was a bit fun after all.

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. yes reader is quirky and not like the others ik. 😩✋🏻

[elmundodeflor]

A Stain the Color of You - An Akihime Story

READ FULL WORK HERE:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44715286

Summary:

Aki is a man of routine:

He does the laundry on Fridays. Buys the same brand of cigarettes. Thinks of himself as a pretty lonely man, too.

Until one day, where he discovers a stain that unravels an entire rainbow of memories.

And he realizes, then, he might not be so lonely anymore.

Excerpt:

“He inhaled into the warm summer breeze and closed his eyes shut; hands lingering onto the balcony railings for the ignites of a flickering second. He wanted to draw a sparkly universe without beer and ramen and his work-suits. Another landscape without drunken conversations or his designated laundry days.

And yet, he found his brain was utterly incapable of doing so.

As if trying to daydream of another, alternate-lifetime where he never got to know the taste of cigarettes. Where he never got to see the Tokyo streetlights.

Where he never got to meet Himeno.

He looked over at her once more, and his pulse seemed to falter unsteady inside his chest. They had been partners for only three years at most, he was certain. But still, she had taken up every corner of his ever-small apartment: painted every sorrow nightmare into sunsets of cotton-candy sugar.

And so, he was sure, ever as the infinite blues glinting over the night skies: he couldn’t really remember how life was even before her.”

Huuuge thanks to @giuliadrawsstuff​ for making the BEAUTIFUL illustration to accompany this piece. You always know exactly how to bring my words to life and that means more than the entire world to me! <3 <3

Also, this is my first time ever writing Akihime, so if you liked this, pls let me knowww so I can keep creating more content for themm! <3

[linkemon]

Hayakawa Aki x Reader

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Some of these oneshots are already translated into English. You can find them here.

ᴘʀᴏ́ʙᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴀᴅᴢᴇɴɪᴀ sᴏʙɪᴇ ᴀᴋɪᴇɢᴏ ᴢᴇ śᴍɪᴇʀᴄɪᴀ̨ ʜɪᴍᴇɴᴏ. sᴘᴏᴡɪᴛᴀ ᴘᴀᴘɪᴇʀᴏsᴏᴡʏᴍ ᴅʏᴍᴇᴍ, ᴛᴏᴋɪᴊsᴋɪᴍ ᴘᴏʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇᴍ ɪ ᴏʙᴇᴄɴᴏśᴄɪᴀ̨ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ᴅᴏᴅᴀᴛᴋᴏᴡᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴇ: ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ᴢᴀᴡɪᴇʀᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀʏ ᴅᴏ 1 sᴇᴢᴏɴᴜ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ (ᴛʏᴍ sᴀᴍʏᴍ ᴅᴏ 5 ᴘɪᴇʀᴡsᴢʏᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴍᴏ́ᴡ ᴍᴀɴɢɪ).

Aki zaciągnął się papierosem i wypuścił kłąb dymu w powietrze. Mdłe światło poranka powoli przebijało się przez szarugę otaczającą miasto. W oddali z cichym świstem przemknął shinkansen. Przedmieścia Tokio budziły się do życia. Było spokojnie. Wszystko na swoim miejscu. A jednak wcale tak się nie czuł.   

— Dopiero niedawno wyszedłeś ze szpitala. Już fajka? — Znajomy głos wybił go z rytmu. Papieros zastygł w połowie drogi do ust.  

Nie potrzebował się odwracać, by wiedzieć, że to [Reader] stała za jego plecami. Najwidoczniej zapomniał zamknąć za sobą drzwi, gdy przyjechał. Będzie musiał to zrobić. Power i Denji na pewno go w tym nie wyręczą. Jak znał ich obydwoje, to po powrocie z misji będzie to ostatnia czynność, o której będą myśleli. Ich priorytetem zawsze było zdemolowanie mieszkania, by dołożyć mu pracy.  

— Co tu robisz? — Odważył się rzucić spojrzenie w jej stronę.

Wcale się nie zmieniła. Wyglądała jak w czasach, gdy jeszcze we trójkę z Himeno działali w Publicznej Dywizji Łowców Demonów. Zanim [Reader] przeszła na prywatną działalność. Żałował, że druga kobieta nie zrobiła tego samego. Może wtedy ona też budziłaby się teraz do pracy, tak jak on. Może wciąż by żyła.  

— A jak myślisz? — Kobieta oparła się o poręcz małego balkonu.  

— Przyjechałaś, bo — drżenie w głosie Hayakawy było prawie niezauważalne — Himeno nie żyje.  

— Po części tak. — Pokiwała głową.  

Podobnie jak on zapatrzyła się w szarawą dal. Nie był w stanie się domyślić, co chodziło jej po głowie.  

— Daj bucha.  

Posłusznie przekazał jej papierosa. [Reader] zaciągnęła się dymem, po czym wypuściła go leniwie.  

— Nie mogę uwierzyć, że ta suka nie żyje — stwierdziła. — W naszej robocie to niby takie oczywiste, ale… jakoś tak nigdy nie myślałam, że ją to spotka.  

Aki doskonale zdawał sobie sprawę z tego, że nienawidziły się z Himeno. To była dziwna relacja, która polegała na współpracy, kiedy musiały. Nigdy jednak nie osiągnęły takiej zażyłości między sobą jak on sam z nimi obiema. Zawsze miał wrażenie, że była między nimi jakaś kość niezgody. Ilekroć próbował dowiedzieć się, co je tak naprawdę dzieli, zmieniały temat. Tak trudno było to z nich wyciągnąć, że po jakimś czasie przestał pytać. Dopiero ostatnie listy, które przekazała mu siostra zmarłej, nakierowały go na potencjalny powód.  

Okazało się, że zgadnął poprawnie. Powodem, dla którego kobiety nigdy się nie polubiły, był on sam. Uczucie, którym obie go darzyły, doprowadziło do głębokiej rywalizacji między nimi dwiema w różnych sferach życia. Szczególnie zawodowej. Hayakawa Aki był tym, co je dzieliło, ale też w pewien sposób łączyło.  

[Reader] spojrzała na niedopaloną końcówkę papierosa. Mężczyzna nigdy nie dowiedział się, jak po pijaku pobiły się o niego. Skrzywiła się na samo wspomnienie. Pociągnięcie za włosy bolało jak cholera, podobnie strzał prosto w policzek. Może jako łowczyni powinna być przyzwyczajona do bólu, ale to było jednak coś innego niż walka z demonami. Koniec końców wylądowały obok siebie, dysząc, i zawarły pakt. Akiemu podobała się Makima. Którakolwiek miałaby wyjść kiedyś zwycięsko z tej rywalizacji, co było mało prawdopodobne, przynajmniej w tej kwestii się zgadzały. Jego wybranka zwiastowała kłopoty. Było w niej coś tajemniczo przerażającego i niebezpiecznego. Zamierzały zrobić wszystko, by z nią nie skończył.  

Strzepnęła popiół. Był taki czas, że się wycofała. Ku dość dużej radości Himeno. Praca prywatna była mniej stabilna od rządowej, ale dawała większe szanse na przeżycie. Zostawienie Hayakawy na pastwę rywalek nijak jej nie cieszyło. Nie miała jednak w sobie tyle determinacji, by porywać się na najcięższe zlecenia dzień w dzień. Chciała mieć choć trochę spokoju, więc musiała się od nich oddalić.  

— Wyrżnęli ostatnio tyle osób, że szukają kontraktów z prywaciarzami. Najlepiej takimi jak ja. — [Reader] usiadła na balkonowej poręczy.  

Zdziwienie odmalowało się na twarzy Hayakawy. Czy naprawdę przyjechała tu, by wstąpić z powrotem do miejsca, z którego uciekła?  

— Myślałem, że masz już dosyć narażania życia.  

— Powiedzmy, że zmieniłam zdanie.  

Wcale mu się to nie podobało. Nie potrzebował kolejnej osoby w swoim życiu, która spocznie kilka metrów pod ziemią. Z takim samym jak reszta łowców białym krzyżem, na bezkresnym cmentarzu. Miejscu, gdzie jedyne, co można było usłyszeć, to czarne kruki lamentujące nad brakiem pokarmu.  

— Nie wracaj — skwitował pewnie, gasząc jej papierosa w popielniczce.  

Wyglądała na bardziej oburzoną faktem, że odebrał jej źródło nikotyny, niż tym, co powiedział.  

— Tylko nie wyjeżdżaj mi z sentymentalną gadką. Jeśli nie chcesz mnie w Czwartej Dywizji, to po prostu powiedz i podpiszę kontrakt z inną. W Tokio zostanę tak czy siak, więc gówno mnie obchodzi twoje zdanie.  

— [Reader]… — Cokolwiek chciał powiedzieć, ugrzęzło mu w gardle.  

Był zmęczony. Tak zmęczony ostatnimi dniami, że nawet nie miał siły się z nią kłócić. Wciąż nie był bliżej celu. Demon Broni Palnej zdawał się oddalać od jego woli zemsty. Z Denjim mógł naprawdę mieć jakieś szanse, ale czuł, że już nie daje rady. Śmierć Himeno była czymś w rodzaju gwoździa do trumny. Granicy, po przekroczeniu której coś wewnątrz niego się zmieniło.  

Nastała cisza przerywana jedynie odgłosami budzącego się do życia miasta. Miał ochotę na kolejną tego poranka fajkę. Jego nałóg był jeszcze jedną rzeczą, którą jego nieżyjąca partnerka pozostawiła po sobie.  

— Zostały mi dwa lata. — Waga tych słów zawisła w chłodnym powietrzu.  

[Reader] po raz pierwszy podczas tego spotkania zwróciła głowę w jego stronę i naprawdę mu się przyjrzała. Na jej twarzy malował się smutek, złość i współczucie, którego nienawidził. Dobrze wiedziała, ile życia poprzednio pożarła mu katana. Teraz pozostały mu czas skurczył się jeszcze bardziej. To była jego ostatnia karta przetargowa. Po co miała tu zostawać? Nawet jeśli udałoby się im przetrwać i ułożyłaby sobie życie, to z nim nie miała na co liczyć. Za chwilę już go tu nie będzie. Podążał tą samą ścieżką, co Himeno. Wprost do grobu.  

— A więc zostanę tu na dwa lata — oznajmiła pewnie.  

Dopiero gdy dotknęła jego twarzy, zorientował się, że płacze. [Reader] delikatnie ścierała słone krople ściekające po jego policzkach. Aki nie wiedział już, dlaczego właściwie się rozkleja. Opłakał przecież Himeno w szpitalu. Może to wciąż było za mało? A może tęsknił za rodziną? Za czasami, które już nie wrócą? Za przyszłością, w której mógłby normalnie żyć? Za utraconymi latami?  

— Obiecałam Himeno, że się tobą zajmę.  

Hayakawa przemilczał, że to prawdopodobnie pierwszy raz, gdy nazwała ją po imieniu. Nigdy wcześniej nie słyszał, by użyła tej formy. Suka dużo częściej pojawiała się w jej słowniku. Zresztą kobieta nie była jej dłużna.  

Ciepły uścisk, w którym został zamknięty, wcale nie pomógł. Miał wrażenie, że przez to rozkleił się jeszcze bardziej. Czarne włosy wydostały się z kitki i opadały mu teraz na twarz. Obejmował [Reader], jakby od tego zależało jego życie. Palce mocno zacisnęły się na materiale jej koszuli. Wiedział, dlaczego to zrobiła. Objęła go, żeby nie patrzył na jej twarz. Ponieważ ciche szlochy wydobyły się także z jej gardła. Mogły się nienawidzić, ale ona też za nią tęskniła.  

— Jeszcze jedna fajka? — spytała [Reader], śmiejąc się przez łzy.  

Pospiesznie otarła twarz. Płacz do nich nie pasował. Wyciągnęła ostatnią sztukę papierosa z paczki. Tej samej, którą palili, gdy jeszcze byli we trójkę. Poznał po opakowaniu. Ogień unoszący się znad zapalniczki zatańczył jasnym płomieniem i od razu zgasł. Znajomy zapach poniósł się w górę wraz ze smużką dymu. Himeno powinno smakować. 

[perfectly-unsad]

Why Not Me

Pairings - fem!reader x Aki Hayakawa

Warnings - 18+, slight NSFW, reader is a little crazy and obsessive, lying about contraceptive, Aki is a little mean, angst, hurt no comfort, unreciprocated feelings, colleagues with benefits, not proof read, I wrote this at like 3am last night pls

Word count - 2.2k

A/n - I know I said I’d do a Halloween one shot but… I cannot get Aki off my mind, I’m sorry! I’m still working on it though, but in the meantime please enjoy this Aki angst!

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God, he was so perfect.

He held his hand close to his face, deeply inhaling the cigarette placed carefully between his fingers. Grey ash replaced the red hot end of his vice as the smoke lifted into the air above him. His eyes stared straight ahead at the wall, his hair tied up with a few uncharacteristic messy strands that had come lose and framed his face nicely. His skin was slightly shiny from the sweat of your recent 'session'.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked in a gentle voice, but didn't shift his gaze from the wall ahead.

"Because you're pretty." You smile to yourself as you looked at him, completely enamoured with his beauty while laying on your side. You always complimented him. He deserved it. He was pretty.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" He questioned, taking another puff of his cigarette. His forearms wrapped in tight, clean bandages like usual.

Whilst you complimented him frequently, he rarely did the same.

He complimented you on your work, as did others. You were a good Devil Hunter after all, it was only natural to get that kind of praise, but what you longed for was... more. Would it be so hard for him to tell you how beautiful you were? Would it physically pain him to express any kind of intimacy? You kept telling yourself that was just how he was. He had a very difficult life, he would open up eventually, wouldn't he?

"Well, you don't." You mumbled under your breath, regretting it as soon as it left your mouth. You loved spending time with him, but you couldn't help but feel that the feeling was not mutual. He didn't kick you out of his bed, and he seemed relieved to have someone as reliable as you on missions with him, but beyond that you may as well be strangers.

"Hmm?" He hummed clearly he hadnt been paying attention to what you were saying, his bare chest falling as he exhaled more smoke, finally glancing at you who lay beside him with a defeated look on your face.

"Nothing." You reply with a sigh, rolling onto your back to look up at the ceiling while pulling the blanket up to cover your chest. How long had you been entranced by Aki? It must be coming up to a year since you first slept together. Perhaps you ought to give up on the hope of this developing into an actual relationship.

Afterall, you couldn't compete with, Her.

Her, who was so beautiful she seemed to bewitch just about every man she came in contact with. Her, who could have anyone wrapped around her little finger in mere moments. No, you were nothing compared to Her. You, who had to work for months to get Aki to even notice you. You, who only managed to sleep with him for the first time after you had both been drinking too much, but not enough to forget how he called out Her name instead of yours. You, who would lap up any sort of conversation or affection you could get from him.

You couldn't pretend like it didn't hurt to see how quickly he moved to answer Her calls, how he blushed when She gave him any kind of compliment but barely reacted to you doing the same, or how he would fix himself up in the reflection of the window before the two of you entered Her office to deliver a mission report. He didn't need to, he always looked good, but "good" didn't seem to be enough for Her. It was for you though.

"Are you going to spend the night?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he extinguished the end of his cigarette in the ash tray beside his bed.

"Do you want me to?" You asked, turning your head to look at him. He shrugged at your question, and you wondered if he truly cared so little after all this time that he couldn't see how much his indifference stung you.

"If you want." He replied casually. He probably didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but he was so good at doing that. What hurt more was that he didn't even seem to realise he had hurt your feelings, he never noticed the way the glimmer in your eyes faded whenever he inadvertently tossed you aside. "What are you thinking about?" He questioned your silence, again yanking you from your thoughts which made you notice only now how close he had gotten to your face.

"Nothing." You said quietly, little more than a whisper. You knew he wouldn't press the issue, he didn't really care. You felt his gentle touch on your chin, inching your face upwards until his lips met yours in a soft kiss. Here was the affection you had been craving. His soft, gentle touch, unsullied by the suggestion of something more.

You could love him like this. Everything felt right when he kissed you like this. All the reservations your mind was holding onto, all the times you felt heartsore and second best completely overshadowed by your hearts burning desire to be loved like this, by him.

God, he was so perfect.

He placed one of his hands on your waist, pulling your closer to him and deepening the kiss. You could feel how unsatisfied he was with just this kiss, this kiss that had made your entire world shake. Who were you to refuse him though? You'd accept any sliver of intimacy you could get from Aki, all of it was better than none of it.

You shifted yourself to straddle him, you chest pressed against his as his tongue met yours in a wet embrace. Your hips gave a slight twitch at the feeling of him hardening against your still wet slit from your previous 'encounter' only a few minutes prior.

"You sure you can go again? You don't want to rest for a bit?" You asked against his lips, a part of you hoping he would choose to rest, even if it was for just a few moments more so that you could continue to rest beside him.

"Let me grab another condom." He huffed, leaving another sloppy kiss on your lips before reaching his hand to open his bedside table in search of the protection.

"I'm on the pill." You stated, reaching your hand out to gently grab his, hoping to distract him from his search.

You were lying. You weren't on the pill, you just wanted to feel him inside of you unrestricted. You wanted him to finish inside, to fill you with as much as you could milk out of him. You just wanted all of him.

Perhaps that's why he preferred Her. You had read online that men didn't like women who made themselves "too available", whatever the fuck that meant. You knew it was wrong to lie to him like this, She would never do this. She would never try and control him like this, but you couldn't stop yourself. You'd do anything to have him completely. It wasn't that you wanted to get pregnant per se, you just wanted to be connected to him, was that so wrong? Wouldn't he have to love you if you had his child? Wouldn't he have to care about you? Even if he didn't, at least then you'd have a piece of him.

"When did you start?" He asked, fully breaking apart from kissing you now. He had always been incredibly vigilant about protection, even when you two were drunk he made sure to wear it.

"A few weeks ago," You said hurriedly and kissed him again, "please Aki, just fuck me, I'll do whatever you say, please." You begged, moving your kisses to his jaw and neck careful not to leave any traces of you behind as you remembered how annoyed he had gotten the last time you left a visible hickey on his neck. You grind your hips against his until you could feel him throbbing beneath you, a deep moan falling from his lips.

"You're such a slut for me aren't you?" He teased, a cruel smirk on his lips as he placed one of his hands on your hip, the other he used to grab his base and rub his tip across the length of your entrance, coating it in your slick before lining it up.

You bit your lip in anticipation, your brain only focusing on how it would feel to have his cum stuffed inside of you, filling you up so completely that the excess would spill from your hot cunt.

"Yes, I am, all I can think about is your cock, its all I want, pl-" You were cut off by the sound of his phone vibrating from the table beside him. You both glanced over to the source of the disturbance instinctively.

Makima

Your heart sunk in your chest as if a heavy weight had been dropped directly through your body, the only thing that could ruin this moment that you had been waiting so long for. "Aki, please don't." You pleaded quickly, as if you could read his mind, a desperate attempt to steal his thoughts away from her.

"It won't be long, I promise." He said as he let go of his dick and reached for his phone, the movement of his arm stretching out to grab it pushing you off of him.

Did that really just happen? This had to be a dream. There's no way he- "Hi, Makima, what can I do for you?" Her words weren't audible, but you could hear her voice on the other end of the call.

You sat beside him for a brief moment, stunned in silence at what had just happened. You had overlooked so much when it came to Aki, hoped you'd be able to win him over one day, get him to see that She didn't care about him like you did but this was the final straw. You couldn't do this anymore.

Without saying a word you got up from his bed, picking your clothes up off the floor that you had previously so enthusiastically discarded. In the background, Akis obedient chorus' of "yes", "okay" and "alright" could be heard occasionally.

"Where are you going? I told you it wouldn't be long." Aki asked once he had hung up the phone, but by now you were fully dressed, except for your socks. He had moved across the bed to gently grab your hand in his, hoping to encourage you to finish what had been started, however you were quick to snatch your grasp out of his.

"Don't touch me, Aki, seriously don't." You snapped, you had hoped to sound stern and unwavering but the crack in your voice as you fought back tears gave you a different vibe.

"Woah, why are you suddenly so upset? I can't ignore her, she's our boss." He reasoned. For someone so smart, he really was a dumbass.

"Are you serious?" You scoffed, pausing briefly to look back at him, clear confusion in his eyes. He really didn't understand why you were so upset. "You're so obsessed with her Aki, it's not normal! You think a normal guy would literally pull out of someone just because their boss called? I'm done always being second place to her!" You turned away from him as tears stung your eyes and you worked on putting your socks on.

"You don't need to leave, y/n, just calm down for a minute." He reached his hand out to grab yours again, but hesitated when he remembered your previous reaction to that. He seemed lost, usually you would give in under his touch, this was the first time you had refused him this way and he didn't know what to do.

"Aki, I love you, but I can't do this anymore, it's killing me. It's me, or Her." You finally said, standing up with your shoes in hand as you spun around to look at him, tears staining your cheeks. Even through your tears you could see how beautiful he was, even when he was stressed he was just so devastatingly beautiful that it hurt.

With every second that passed in silence as he considered your words, you felt your heart being ripped apart. You realised the precarious situation you were now in, you had just completely thrown your feelings at him and demanded he pick his priority, here and now, and you already knew his answer.

"Don't ask me to choose between you and her." He finally said in a heavy tone, shaking his head slightly but never looking away from you.

"Why? Because you'll choose her?" You sniffed, your voice devoid of any hope your heart had clung to. "But if she asked you to choose, you'd pick her, right?" You hoped he could hear the devastation in your voice.

"Look, it's not like I don't care about you it's just that-"

"Just that I don't compare to her." You wiped your tears away with your hand as you walked towards the door. "I'll see you in work, Aki."

"Y/n, come on..." Aki called out with a sigh before you shut the door behind you, as soon as he was out of sight your face crumbled as you cried and headed for the exit.

[kobadashi]

The Chattering Lack of Common Sense

Chapter 1: Hooligang

“Die by the hands of the great Power!” Yelled the owner of said name, Cheetos encrusted fingers smearing and sliding around the grimy PlayStation controller.

“AaaahhhhHHHHH!” Denji replied, his own fingers gripping his controller tight enough to nearly crack the shell. “How the hell do you always win!?” As the words ‘Victory’ came over the screen, he dropped the controller, resisting the urge to smash it into Aki’s floor.

Without a second thought, Power began posing like a bodybuilder, all while laughing with the mania of a psychiatric patient.

“You bitch!” Denji quickly stood, grabbing a handful of cheetos and tossing them right at the woman. Unfortunately for him, though, she was too quick; three of the four were caught between her fingers, while the fourth, she had already started happily chewing on.

“Nice try, Denji the Foul! You cannot best the almighty Power!” She struck another pose, then shoved both hands into his hair, rubbing cheeto grease and crumbs all inside of it.

The orange haired man grabbed her wrists, trying to shove her away. “I just showered last night! What’s wrong with you??” l

They were surely about to begin fighting, but before they could tackle one another to the ground, the front door opened, and they both froze.

“Can I ever enter my own home without having to stop you two from fighting like toddlers?” Aki said, in a clearly annoyed tone, shutting the door behind him. “Stop acting so childish. I brought fast food, so if you want to eat any, you’d better be respectful.”

“FAST FOOD!?” They shouted simultaneously; fast food was one of the few things they didn’t always fight over.

“McDonald’s! McDonald’s!” Denji chanted, spacing out every syllable.

“If it’s not KFC I’m gonna shit in your bed!” Said Power, and the both of them rushed over to try and take it from him.

Aki held the bag high above his head, the food residing within a plastic bag to conceal what chain he had brought it from. In order to keep them from pulling him down, one foot was planted on Denji’s chest, while his hand shoved away Power’s face.

“You two are hopeless.” He sighed, finally tossing the bag onto the floor between them. Upon tearing open the plastic, they actually found two bags; one KFC, one McDonald’s. They both immediately bowed at his feet, kissing his dress shoes.

“Thank you! Thank you!” They said, in unison once again. Aki very rarely bought them fast food; probably once every two or three months.

The black haired man stared on for a few moments, watching as the two devoured their meals. Before long, though, he exited onto the balcony.