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[lexxiisstuff]

~Hanma Shuji~

Warning: cursing, angst/comfort.

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He was irritable. More than irratable. Today hadn't went well and the last thing Hanma needed was company. What he did need was a drink, and a quiet place to sit in so the headache throbbing against his temples could ease up a little. Which is why when he opened the apartment door to the sound of banging cutlery, loud music and animated chatter he physically felt himself tense.

"Baby! You're home!" Your voice was loud as you bounced towards your boyfriend. You had wanted to surprise him with dinner. Only he was early and seemed.. Off, which you knew meant the night was already off to a rough start.

"What's all this?" He tried to level his voice which was becoming increasingly difficult as he glanced around at the mess you'd made in the kitchen. He was in a foul mood and it only seemed to be getting worse.

"Dinner! We haven't sat down for a proper meal together in days Shuji. I thought this would be good for us, Yunno? Let off some steam" You smiled and heard him mutter something as he took off his jacket and slipped off his shoes.

"I'm going in the shower" He growled under his breath.

"Eat first! The food will get cold. Plus I stopped by the bakery and picked up those desserts you were eying. I know, I know, I'm the best" You joked lightly, trying to win a smile but Hanmas frown only deepened.

"I'm not hungry right now y/n"

"Shuji c'mon, I put in a lot of effort baby, I'd really appreciate it if you tried to reciprocate" You were never an impatient person but somehow his indifference was getting on your nerves. You had went out of your way to make his favorite food, rent movies and pick up dessert so you could stay in and spend some time with the man you've been in love with for the past two years and who you haven't hung out with in weeks. Yet here he was dismissing all your efforts like it was nothing.

"I never asked you to do that" He switched off the radio harshly and turned back to glare at you.

"I know. I wanted too. We haven't seen each other-"

"We see each other every fucking day y/n. We live together" The throbbing in his head doubled and with that so did his temper "God can you just leave me alone"

"Shu-"

"For fucks sake! Have you always been this annoying? You weren't this clingy in the start of our relationship. I know because I never would have stuck around if you were" You heart felt like it was being ripped in two. Clingy? Annoying? He rolled his eyes when you didn't say anything and moved towards the direction of the bathroom.

You didn't want to be here. Not now. Not when he'd hurt you and walked away after. Grabbing a duffel bag and some clothes, you wrote a note just so he wouldn't look for you and left the only place that felt like home.

Thirty minutes later, Hanmas headache was gone. He still wasn't in the best mood but he had it in him to be civil. Stepping out of the shower to a dead silent apartment he felt a ball of unease curl in his stomach. Walking around the home you shared and realizing you had left was probably one of the worst feelings he'd ever experience.. And finding your note that read 'Sleeping at a friends' had done nothing to ease his anxiety.

He barely slept. Reaching for you unconsciously through out the night and hating the fact that you weren't there. He was such a fucking idiot. He woke up the next morning to the sound of dishes in the kitchen and suddenly he was bolting through the bedroom door.

You were cleaning up the mess of last night. He felt his stomach drop at the sight of you in a men's extra large tshirt that he knew wasn't his, your hair disheveled and your face bare. Where had you slept last night?

"Dumbass, do you know how fucking dangerous it was to leave the house at night by yourself? And you didn't tell me where the hell you were going" He watched as you lifted your head to give him a blank stare that made him wince. You seemed so done with him.

"I told you I was staying with a friend"

"Yes because that's specific." He rolled his eyes playfully, trying to bridge the space between the two of you. "Cmon let me take you to breakfast, pretty girl"

You shook your head " I'm only here to clean up and grab a few more things. I have class"

He rubbed his neck awkwardly "That's okay. What time will you be home? We can go out for dinner"

"I won't be home. I'm staying at my friends for a couple days" And he felt his heart stutter. He didn't want you to go.

"Y/n. Baby M'sorry. Stay here tonight. Please"

"I don't want to Hanma." He flinched at the sound of his last name "I'd rather not be somewhere where people find me annoying and clingy. I'll see you around"

You left, and before he could follow you and beg you to stay he heard the familiar sound of his phone ringing. Maybe you needed space he thought. Maybe you both did. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Wasn't that the saying?

You didn't come home for three days. Three days and Hanma felt like he was slowly losing mind. You didn't answer his calls, barely responded to his texts and he couldn't do it anymore.

"Y/n. Come home, baby. I'm sorry. I screwed up, I know. I'm so fucking sorry. You're not annoying or clingy or whatever else the I fucking said, I was just frustrated and I said shit I didn't mean. I can't do this without you. Please. Please just come home-" He growled at the sound of your voice mail cutting him off. He wanted to hit something. Hard.

A few hours later he was splayed across the couch with his eyes closed. Maybe he should track you down? It wouldn't be hard but it would probably just make you angrier than you were. He heard the door unlock. Watching as you entered the apartment he felt his heart melt a little when he saw you dressed in one of his old torn hoodies .

"34 miss calls, Shuji" You said incredulously "One might call you clingy"

Sure it was petty of you but he didn't care, he sprang to his feet and was in front of you in seconds. He put his hands on either side of your face, his eyes wide, his body trembling.

"You came home" He gruffed. You looked at his messy hair and red, puffy eyes and felt all the anger and sadness you'd felt a couple days ago disappear. You kissed his chest lightly And felt him tug you closer.

"I missed you" You murmured.

"Fuck" He felt himself physically melt into you as he battled his emotions "Fuck baby, I missed you more. Don't do that again. Don't leave when you're angry. God, look at you. Perfect girl"

"Shhh. You'll make me cry" You sniffled as he dragged you towards the couch and brought you on his lap so he could hold you tighter.

"I don't care as long as they're happy tears" He pulled away to look at you "Where did you go?"

"I stayed with my brother" You ran a hand through his hair and he sighed nestling into your neck, relieved. That explains the men's tshirt. Thank fuck. He really wasn't in the mood for murder right now.

"Pretty darling, I really am sorry. I never meant a fucking word I said. This is home you know. The two of us. I'm never fully okay when you're not around"

"Shuji" You rubbed your nose against his "Who knew you could be such a mush"

"Don't tell anyone" He muttered

"And if I do? What are you going to do? Kill me?" Your smile at grew at his smirk

"Baby you know better than anyone I don't have to kill you to punish you" His hand slipped underneath your hoodie and you laughed.

"You're horrible" You said as his lips met yours.

"Only for you"

[lexxiisstuff]

Mitsuya Takashi

Warnings: hurt/comfort, rushed through this so it's a bit sloppy

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"You need to leave" You told your boyfriend as he stood from where he was sitting on the cold floor outside your friends apartment door "You're scaring the neighbors"

"Not until you talk to me" He looked like he hadn't slept in days and a small part of you, a very small petty part of you was glad he was taking this just as bad as you.

"There's nothing to talk about, Mitsuya." He flinched at the sound of his last name "You said you couldn't do relationships, you didn't know how, and I knew that, honestly I did, I understood it which is why I forgave you everytime you prioritized something else over our relationship. But I can't do it anymore, Takashi. I can't give you all of me and get parts of you in return. It's breaking my heart"

"I'm sorry" He seemed so tired, so exhausted and slowly you felt yourself crumble. Just a little "You know you're the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt, sweetheart." He smiled at you sadly "Just let me explain myself. Please"

You couldn't help it. You were a sucker for those sad eyes. You had been since the moment you'd met Mitsuya Takashi as he put you together by slowly offering his friendship as children and then his love when you were both adults. He was your person. Someone you couldn't shake and never wanted too. Even now.

He sat on the couch in the living room and you leaned against the wall. You needed the distance. You needed to be in control of this situation more than anything because if you weren't, Takashi had a way of pulling you in and never letting you out and you'd just be back at square one. Again.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" He asked fiddling with the ring on his pinky. The same with you'd bought him for his eighteenth birthday a couple of years ago. It had taken you months to save up especially since you were sixteen and your parents had a strict no dropping out of school rule. But a few part time jobs had made it all worth it knowing he had never taken it off after all these years.

"I couldn't." He looked at you. God, Takashi thought, how could someone be so beautiful when they're angry. Like a mix of fire and ice. Cold and collected on the outside but if they knew you well enough which he did they'd see the hot Fury swirling in those pretty eyes of yours.

He couldn't love you more if he tried.

"I miss you" He said softly and loved the way you bit your lip from saying something he knew would be snarky.

"Yeah? You realized a few days too late I'm afraid" You tried hide the hurt in your tone but failed. It took him five days to come after you. 116 hours to be exact. But who's counting.

"Don't do that. You left me. I thought you wanted space." He stood abruptly pacing the room "I could give you space but when you didn't come home by third day or the fourth day, you had me worried y/n. Do you know what it's been like? Knowing I had you one minute and I didn't the next?"

"Of course I know what it feels like" You said bitterly "Its been one of the most consistent feelings in our relationship"

"I'm sorry, baby. And I'll apologize as many times as you want me too. I'll do anything. You know I'll do anything but please come home. Come back to me. To our apartment. To our life together" He made a move to approach you but halted when he saw you take a weary step back. "God don't do that"

"I want to trust you, Mitsuya. I do. But I need to to know I'm more than someone you keep around just because you're afraid to be alone" You took a breath "You forgetting dates, I can get over. You not coming home early for dinner, I can forgive. But you not showing up to one of the most important nights of my life? What do you want me to do now?"

"Baby" He seemed almost pained "I fucked up. I admit it. If you had just stayed I would have told you it wasn't intentional. I never meant to not show up for you, trust me. I had some family drama. I knew how important that night was to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there"

"What family drama?" You couldn't help but ask curiously. Goddammit. He was sucking you in

"Mum had some issues with her land lord. Guy was harassing her and the girls so I went to talk to him" His eyes darkened dangerously. Somehow even him angry was familiar and you couldn't help but lift your finger and fix the furrow of his eyebrows

"Talk huh?"

"You said not to tell you if I did anything illegal." He muttered catching your hand before you could place it at your side and interlocking your fingers.

"Yet you always seem to tell me anyway"

"Can't help it" He smiled sadly "I'm more myself around you than anyone else"

"Mitsuya-"

"Takashi." He corrected "Keep me sane and just say my name. Please"

"I'm sorry about your mum. Is she okay? The girls?"

His eyes softened "Yeah all good now. I'll take you guys out for dinner one of the days in the week"

"You know this doesn't fix everything right" You hugged yourself "I need you to be honest with me, Takashi. Do you want this relationship?"

"Absolutely. 100%. Yes. Duh. Obviously. Ask me again so I can reassure you" He took a few steps closer and relaxed when he noticed that you didn't step back.

"Don't be cute I'm trying to be serious" You muttered crossing your arms and frowning

"You look so serious, sweetheart. Continue please" You rolled your eyes but nodded making eye contact.

"I need you to put in more of an effort Takashi. Our relationship lately has felt one sided. It hurt. I need you to want me the way I want you. I need so many things that I'm not sure you're capable of giving me" You glanced down at your feet and felt his hands cup both your cheeks.

"There isn't a single thing in this fucking world I wouldn't give you. Don't shake your damn head you know that. And yes sometimes I forget our dates and sometimes I come home late and I'll try too work on those" He said it angrily "But don't for a second think that if you asked something of me I would deny you. You love me but not the way I love you."

"Takashi" You felt tears sting at your eyes

"Your love for me is pure baby. Sweet and honest and everything that is good in the world all wrapped into one. My love for you though, It's dark and it's suffocating and if you asked for anything, anything I would find a way to give it you. Without question. I'd let the world burn at your fingertips if that's what you wanted. My love for you has no morals, angel."

"You really sounded like a Disney villain there I won't lie" You sniffled into his chest "But I missed you"

"That's just part of me trying to get my princess back into her tower" He mumbled as his hand threaded through your hair "Come home"

"Fine" You hugged him tighter "But you're going to start remembering date nights Takashi I swear to god-"

"I know. I know. I will I promise" He kissed your forehead "No running away when you're angry. We hash it out first and if you feel like you need to leave after that you tell me"

"Okay. I love you"

"I love you"

[lexxiisstuff]

Warning: Angst/comfort, short :(

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Sano Manjiro “Mikey”

"Stop saying shit you'll regret! " You snapped. The familiar feeling of hurt clawed at your chest, your heart was sore, your body was tired and you didn't have it in you to fight anymore but still your boyfriend is and forever will be the one thing that could drive you insane.

"Then stop saying shit to piss me off! Jesus fucking christ ever since we moved in together you just don't stop. You're always complaining about something! Get the stick out of your ass y/n, some of us have bigger issues to deal with then a fucking electricity bill! " He waved the notice you shoved in his hand in your face, but you weren't paying attention. How is it the people you love the most are always the ones that tend to hurt you the worst. Mikey rarely yelled at you but when he did..

"Screw you Sano." you heard him growl. He hated when you called him that. Said it seemed to impersonal. Too fucking bad "I've been there with you from the beginning! I'm tired." You hated the sound of your voice breaking, . You hated more the fact that that Manjiro Sano was the only person in the world who could simultaneously break and fix you and you hated that he knew it "I can't do this anymore. Its too much. It doesn't even feel like a relationship anymore, Mikey. It just feels.. . Empty"

Of course you were lying. You could never ever feel empty with Mikey. He was your reason for everything . Anger, sadness, love, happiness, he was responsible for it all. Responsible for every powerful surge of emotion you'd felt, every need he'd undeniably satisfy and at some point although you'd never say it out loud he became your reason to breath.

Mikeys head shot up at your words but your face gave nothing away. Cool and blank, that's when he felt apart of him rip open at the thought that you could actually mean it. And if you meant it... Fuck. His heart stumbled a little "Empty" He said the word like he'd never heard of it before.

Did you feel empty everytime he kissed you this past week? Everytime he'd lay and nuzzle into your chest? Did you feel empty when he came home in tears because he had watched a girl who looked just like you be slaughtered? Did you feel empty when he told you he loved you before slipping out the door this morning?

He knew he took things too far. He couldn't help it. Being hot tempered had made him who he was and had always worked in his favor. But not with you. Fuck he hated hurting you and if he could take it all back he would. Every glare, every cold word, every distant shrug, he'd take it all back if he could unhear what you had just said.

"Empty?" He repeated.

"Sano-" you were about to apologize but he grabbed the sides of your head and forced you to look into those pretty eyes of his.

"Don't fucking call me that." He growled "Baby.. Call me baby"

"We're arguing-"

"I don't give a damn. Empty? You feel empty with me?" He said the words in a tone he'd use with people he was about to kill (or beat up). You swallowed nervously. You knew he'd never lay a finger on you but there was always other ways to take his revenge. Ways you didn't necessarily mind

"I didn't mean-" He slammed his lips against killing whatever you were going to say. Home. Sano Manjiro felt like home.

"Don't say shit like that to me. It makes me feel like I have something to prove and believe me, sweet girl I don't fucking mind proving it" He whispered against you. Your heart stumbled.

"Mikey-" He muttered under his breath something that sounded like a curse and you couldn't help but smile tentatively. "Baby." He nodded in approval "You need to remember not to blow up at me. Your words can hurt. You saying I don't stop-"

"I didn't mean it" He gruffed "I was just..I was just angry. You know better than anyone how I get. Whatever I say, whatever I do I, if it hurts you I would never have meant it. I'll do better. Give me time, baby. I'll work on it" He mumbled and you brought your hands to his face and rubbed the side of his jaw.

"Promise?"

"Always" He nudged his nose against yours "Promise never to lie?"

"Give me time, baby. I'll work on it" You parroted making him grin

"That's my girl"

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Hii may i request Kisaki Angst, where we had an argument before he went to mission then when he comeback reader died, mybe bcs his enemies attack the reader like tht...n lol regretful kisaki shshshs thank youuu btw i really enjoy your hanma storyy hv a good day

this hurt to write omg. Kisaki loml😭. Alsooo my first request ever btw so yay I'm really excited I hope you enjoy it <3 ( Also I'm sorry it's super short I have tons of assignments left and I'm trying to pace myself lol)

Warnings: swearing, death, fem reader

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𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒊

"Just stop for fucks sake!" Keisuke turned to glare at you and you winced. The two of you had been arguing for days and somehow still, neither one had felt like there had been any break through "God don't you have an off switch."

"Stop being such an asshole then Baji! I apologized more than once for coming to the warehouse! I know I'm not allowed there, but can you blame me, you've been acting different! You haven't been talking to me for weeks! I needed to know if something happened" You ended sadly. The only reason you went to that stupid hideout was to see if you could get some answers as to why your boyfriend had been so down and instead he'd seen you, grabbed your arm and dragged you out before you could talk to anyone.

"If something did happen it's none of your godamn business" He hissed. He knew he was being difficult but he didn't care. He couldn't care.

"How can you say that? How could you possibly say that after all the shit we've been through. All the shit you put me through. What the hell is going on with you?" You hated the tears that welled in your eyes. They made you feel pathetic. Weak.

"You. You're what's wrong with me. Save the pity party for later I have places to be" He grabbed his jacket and made his way to the front door of the apartment you shared.

"Keisuke. Wait. Please just don't go yet. Please" You couldn't help it. You knew whenever he walked out that door there was always a 50/50 chance he'd never come back "I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay. Don't leave angry. Just stay a minute"

"I don't have a minute. I especially don't have a minute to deal with whatever your problem is. I'll see you later" He heard your quiet sniffle and felt his heart tug.

"Okay I love you" You said it softly but he heard it and he promised later he'd make it up to you for not saying it back as he shut the door. You felt your heart dropped. He never ignored your I love yous . He'd never been able too and it that moment you felt the last of your hope deteriorate.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Chifuyu muttered. Baji had been in a mood the whole mission, he wasn't concentrating, barely present and had a permanent scowl etched on his features. They were just lucky he'd succeeded in doing what he had to do but Chifuyu had enough of his friends bitter moods.

"Because she doesn't need to know" How could he tell you that a month ago he'd accidentally killed an innocent. A girl who was your age, who had your hair color, your eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, Keisuke. She was collateral. She jumped in front of the boy you were supposed to kill" Chifuyu put a hand on the dark haired man.

"It was her brother" He said angrily.

"Who was a renowned drug dealer, rapist and all round terrible fucking person. She chose to die for him. Leave it at that. Tell y/n. The whole story. Before you lose her because of your stupid actions"

"Keisuke" Baji watched curiously and anxiously as his friend Kazutora stood silently in front of the apartment building.

"What are you doing here?" Kazutora frowned not knowing what to say.

"Baji listen to me I need you to sit down" Baji tensed. A chill sliding down his spine. Something wasn't right and unease curled around him like a blanket.

"What happened? Where's y/n? Is she okay?" He attempted to enter the building but Kazutora held him back shaking his head lightly.

"Keisuke there was an incident" Kazutora said softly "Some guys got into your apartment. Y/n was home. There were guns involved, man. She.. She didn't make it"

She. Didn't. Make. It "That's not fucking funny Kazutora. Move. Now. Before I make you"

His friend hesitantly took a step back and glanced at Chifuyu anxiously. Baji bounded up the stairs. His stomach clenching at the sight of the familiar apartment door. The handle broken. Mikey stood at the entrance.

"Where the fuck is my girlfriend? If this is some joke you, Kazutora and y/n are playing its fucking cruel. Tell her to come out. Right now"

"Baji. I'm sorry. I wish it was, man. Fuck I really wish it was. Four bullets to the chest. One to the arm. She couldn't have survived it. Some of the guys heard the gunshots. Alerted me and Draken. We knew this was your area, wanted to check things out but when we got here she was already gone. I'm sorry"

He couldn't breath. He shook his head repeatedly "No no no" He tried to enter the apartment, Mikey grabbed his arm.

"Don't put yourself through that. It's not a sight you want to live with"

"Don't fucking touch me" The apartment felt cold. Empty. Lifeless. His heart caught at the sight body in the middle of the room covered in a sheet he knew belonged on the bed. The bed the two of you shared. With trembling fingers he knelt down and carefully lifted the sheet and all of a sudden it was too much.

Grief washed over him in waves and he couldn't help the small sob that got stuck in his throat. "Y/n? No. Baby no. No no no. What happened? Fuck. Fuck I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Oh God please. Please."

He cupped your cheeks and sobbed harder at how cold they were. And soon it wasn't only grief that washed over him but memories. Memories of you laughing at the lame pick up jokes he told you . Of you interlocking your fingers with his whenever you were in public. Of you snuggling in his lap whenever you were sad or stressed. Of you kissing away his worries.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much. I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier. I'm sorry, I was a godamn idiot. But you knew right, pretty girl? You knew I love you" He cried into your hair. Shuddering at how still you were

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't do it. He couldn't live in a world where you didn't exist. He felt something inside him break. It could only be his heart. He heard the crack, felt the life inside him leave him slowly, almost like his soul was following yours.

"You can't go sweetheart. You promised to marry me" He wiped his tears but he couldn't help how hoarse he sounded "You're too young. You have too much ahead of you. Much more than the likes of me. God. Thank you for fucking choosing me though"

The last words he said to you rang through his mind over and over again "I don't have a minute. I especially don't have a minute to deal with whatever your problem is. I'll see you later" Fuck. Fuck. He felt like he was on fire. Like he was being suffocated by guilt, grief and anger simultaneously.

"Keisuke Come on. Come on" Kazutora grabbed him dragging him away from your lifeless form.

"She probably hated me Keisuke" He sobbed into his friends chest " She died not knowing I loved her. Not knowing because I decided to be a fucking asshole and not tell her"

"She knew man. She knew."

"It should have been me" Keisuke whispered softly "It should never have been her"

"It shouldn't have been either of you" Kazutora said vehemently "We'll find the fuckers that did this"

"I know. Because I won't die until I do" He would find them. He'd avenge you. Make those bastards suffer. And then he'd regret this day. Regret the choices he made because somehow he knew he was just as responsible.