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teamatsumu · 4 months

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kept me waiting. (suna rintarou x reader)

summary: for six years, you have loved no other alpha except suna.

word count: 3397

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!suna, omega!fem!reader, some angst, smut, typical omegaverse jargon (mating, knotting, scent, slick), oral (fem receiving)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

There’s only so long you could have waited.

At 16 years old, you were a budding omega. You had presented recently and were trying to adjust to the changes that came with your secondary gender. You were curious about yourself, and about others as well. In your uncertain new beginning, you met Suna Rintaro.

He had presented as an Alpha about a year ago, and he was more comfortable in his skin than you were. He was brooding and slightly lazy, but endlessly perceptive. Clever. And he smelled to you like a garden you wanted to lay in, surrounded by grass and flowers. He brought you comfort. And your novice omega heart fell in love with him.

The kettle whistled, indicating that your water was ready for a cozy cup of tea. You pour it into a cup, grab your muffin and your tea before settling on the couch. It was evening time and the TV was on, loud cheering emitting from its speakers. You placed your blanket over your lap and then rested your plate on it, finally turning your attention to the screen and the live game that was about to start. You had never once missed a game of Suna’s, after all.

Almost 7 years since you had first met the boy, and to this day, you heart yearned for him. He was your best friend, your most personal confidant. The love of your life, though that fact was not known by him. Your Omega had attached herself to him explicitly, vowed to love him forever, and despite him not returning your feelings, you hung on to the tiniest, withering hope that somehow, things between you two would work out.

The game was an exhilarating one, and in the end, EJP Raijins came out of it victorious. You watched the team celebrate on screen, grinning wide and cheering them on silently. When the camera panned to Suna, your heart squeezed. You shot him a quick congratulations text, asking him how he wanted to celebrate. Suna had informed you beforehand that he would be crashing at yours after the game, since you lived so close to the venue. You had enthusiastically agreed, of course. Any excuse to spend more time with him.

Half an hour later, your phone pinged with a reply from him.

‘Will be back late, sorry.. dont wait up’

You pursed your lips in disappointment before sighing loudly and resigning to an early night. It was fine, you were tired from work anyway, so getting extra sleep will be good. But spending some time with Suna….

He had been so busy lately, with rigorous practices leading up to the beginning of this season. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you didn’t enjoy that fact, nor did your omega. You missed him terribly. You swallowed down your sadness and trudged into bed. It was a familiar feeling when it came to Suna. The yearning and the realization that he wasn’t yours.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was high in the sky and filtering through your closed curtains. You groaned and cursed softly, not expecting to sleep in so late. Your mood only lightened when you walked into the kitchen and found Suna sitting on the island, scrolling through his phone over a steaming cup of tea. His hair was messy and unkempt, indicating that he just woke up, but the sight of him had your face lifting with a smile.

“Rin!” You greeted, clearing your throat when you heard how hoarse your voice was. “Congratulations on the game!”

“Hey,” His smile made your heart squeeze. “Sorry, did I wake you last night?”

You blinked in confusion. “No?”

“Oh.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “Good, good.”

You eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge what he meant. You walked toward the kettle that was still going, planning on pouring some of it for yourself too. As you moved past the man, a scent hit your nose and your body stiffened.

Omega.

There was no doubt in your head. It was an omega scent, wafting off Suna in waves and mixing intimately with his own wonderful scent. You froze behind him, nose twitching when you took another deep breath and identified the scent even more distinctly. You didn’t recognize it, but you knew it was omega. And the way it was coming off Suna, focused so closely on his scent glands meant only one thing.

“Why’d you get here so late, Rin?” There was a little tremble in your voice.

Suna didn’t seem to notice, scrolling idly through his phone, distracted. He hummed a bit in question before replying.

“Drinking with the guys.” He drawled.

And then? You didn’t ask. It wasn’t your place. You loved foolishly believing that Suna was your Alpha but he wasn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him to not see any omega when you didn’t have any claim on him either. Silently, you left the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t call after you, walking into your room and closing the door. You leaned your forehead against the warm wood and closed your eyes.

Stupid. Stupid. What right did you have to feel the way you did? Suna wasn’t yours. He could be with anyone he pleased. He could sleep with other omegas. Scent them. Court them. Knot them. Your throat tightened.

So then why did you feel like a wounded animal? Why was your omega whining like she had lost her mate and not some random alpha she had unfairly been obsessed with for so long? In moments like this, you hated your secondary gender. You hated your omega. You hated that you were so in love with Suna that this felt like cheating to you.

However, your hurt was exclusively your own, and you couldn’t project it onto anyone else. Suna was here now, and even though the sight of him made you weep, you still found joy in being around him. You would spend the day with him, and get the closure you needed. Then you would lick your wounds and move on. You had waited long enough.

So that’s what you did. And here you were now, a week later, sitting across from an Alpha you had met just today, listening to him talk about his job and his hobbies while you smiled and nodded. There was an almost bitter undertone to your feelings. Over the days, your sadness had transformed into anger. It was unjustified and not really something Suna deserved, but you still directed it at him. Because he had ruined you for anyone else.

The Alpha before you was a perfect gentleman. He was a friend of your friend’s, and everything she had told you about him was true. He was kind, well spoken, good looking. He knew how to carry a conversation, since he was doing most of the talking while you rolled around in your own head.

But he wasn’t witty. He wasn’t quick and sly. He didn’t have a thin, cutting smirk and narrow green eyes that pierced through you. He didn’t smell like freshly cut grass and cool, open air.

He wasn’t Suna.

After the date, he walked you to the train station, where you claimed you would get on the train home. He gave you a respectful hug and smiled kindly when you said you would call (you wouldn’t call). Then, when he mixed in with the crowd and disappeared, you turned around and walked straight out, beginning to trudge on foot to your home.

Your thoughts were all over the place, your eyes were lined with unshed tears, your breath felt like it was trapped in your lungs. You didn’t comprehend the stupidity behind walking all the way home, and how it would take hours. Your friend texted you, asking about the date. You didn’t reply. Instead, you tapped on that one cursed name that you couldn’t wipe from your mind and sent only two words.

Fuck you.

It took you two and a half hours to walk home. It could have been quicker if you weren’t in heels. After about half an hour of walking in them, your feet began to hurt. You used the pain to distract yourself from the jumble of thoughts in your head, and by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to look down at them. You couldn’t imagine how bad they looked, if the tingling and shooting pains were any indication. It now traveled up your legs and to your lower back, aching all over. At some point, the air nipped cold at your cheeks, and you finally noticed that it was because of the tears that now ran down them.

When you unlocked the door and stepped inside the warmth of your apartment was the first time you seemed to be aware of your surroundings. You froze just inside the door when a large figure blocked the light, making you look up at a scowling Suna.

“Where the hell were you? I was calling like crazy!” His voice was louder than his usual register, and more emotional. You blinked a bit and sniffled. Your skin felt stiff because of the dried tears. Your feet still screamed.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was low.

“I’m-” Suna’s eyes traveled down, and they widened slightly at the sight of your feet.

“What did you- did you walk?”

You sighed and lumbered past him, ignoring the pleading protests of your feet to get the weight off them. You finally sat down on the couch, feeling no better. The pain was still there. You kept your focus acutely on it, trying not to look at the one man who was causing your misery. But he seemed adamant on making himself known, kneeling before you to help take off your shoes. You jerked your legs away. Suna looked up at you, shocked.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cutting.

Something flashed in his eyes. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

Suna reached for your shoe strap again. “Don’t be stubborn, omega.”

You felt your blood boil and you finally raised your voice. “Don’t call me that!”

He eyed you for a moment. “What? Omega? Aren’t you one?”

“Suna-”

He glared at you. Glared. A withering look that almost made you shrink. But your emotions were too great. You grit your teeth and didn’t say anything. Didn’t address the fact that you had called him by his last name for the first time in six years.

Suna peeled your shoes off your feet as gently as he could. But it hurt regardless, and you hissed when they finally came off. He ran soothing hands over the tender, angry skin. You tried not to think about his touch, tried not to sink into the feeling. But your efforts only made tears gather in your lash line once more. You eyed his raven hair, his head bent low to look at your feet. He sat cross legged before you, laying light touches on the swollen parts of your feet.

“Why are you here?” You repeated.

“Well, when my best friend texted me a colorful ‘fuck you’ out of nowhere, then proceeded to ignore all my calls, I was understandably worried.”

You sighed and looked away just before he could meet your eyes. He continued. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

You didn’t reply, pointedly looking away. You cursed at the moment of weakness that caused your lapse of judgment and made you text him. Him showing up was your own mistake.

He exhaled loudly, looking down at your feet that he was still gently massaging. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

Your head snapped to him in shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Suna didn’t look up, but his lips twitched into a little smile.

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird, right? For the last few days? You were pissed and sad that your Alpha slept with another omega.”

Your mind reeled, and you sat frozen as you tried but failed to absorb Suna’s words. Your alpha?

When he looked up, his lips were tilted in a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

Again, you lurched. You tried to pull your feet from his grasp, to stand up and get away from him, put any distance between you two. Maybe his scent was making you heady. Maybe you were hallucinating. He gripped at your leg, making sure you stayed put.

“You’re- I don’t know what you’re saying.” You rasped.

Suna chuckled before sighing a bit defeatedly. “I wanted to confess in a more romantic way than this but you started being all distant and shit. I can’t see you like this.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had so many questions and not enough answers for the predicament you were in. And Suna’s pretty forest eyes didn’t help keep your head straight either.

“You- what do you mean confess?”

Suna’s hand ran up your bare calf lightly, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.

“What do you think it means?” He countered in classic Suna fashion. Answering your question with a question. “Telling you that I like you. Taking you out. Courting you. Mating you. The whole she-bang.”

For the hundredth time today, tears filled your eyes. “Rin….”

He watched you, eyes forlorn as you silently weeped. His hand still rubbed comfortingly over your legs. Up and down, slow motions. His touch grounded you.

“You made me wait-” You hiccuped. “-for so long.”

Suna continued eyeing you. He leaned forward to rest his head on your knee. “I thought you knew how much I liked you. I spend all my time with you. I scent your clothes, dammit. I thought you weren’t saying anything on purpose. That you wanted to come to me on your own terms.”

You smacked his shoulder hard. He didn’t even budge. “You are such an asshole.”

Suna chuckled a bit before turning his head and laying a kiss on the side of your knee. The skin tingled. He pulled away only a hair, and his breath hit your skin. A chill ran up your leg. Suna turned his head only slightly, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart skipped. Heat ran down your body, settling at the base of your stomach.

His lips skimmed over the bare skin of your knee. His left hand, placed on your right shin, traveled slowly up your leg until it dipped below the hem of your dress. Your breath caught in your throat. Your core grew damp. Suna’s gaze heated up, and his lip twitched with a tiny smirk.

“I can smell you.”

You bit your lip when his hand traveled up, up, until his skin was meeting delicate lace.

“So wet, omega.” He nipped at your leg. “And I haven’t even done anything. So good for your Alpha. So ready.”

His unoccupied hand hooked under your knee and tugged until your hips reached the edge of your couch, until you were laying back on it. Your eyes didn’t leave him. His words ran straight between your legs, making you clench hard. You bit your lip and looked at Suna with teary eyes.

“Rin.”

You had nothing else to say. Suna let out a breathy laugh and increased the pressure of his thumb on your slit. You gasped.

“Will you be good f’me?” His voice was octaves deeper. “Let me eat out your sweet little pussy?”

His crude language made you moan. Suna finally moved, lips going higher over your thigh until he bypassed your body completely and leaned up to connect his lips with yours. You grasped the sides of his face, kissing him back hard and deep. You poured every emotion into that one kiss, letting Suna lap over your lips hungrily. His scent enveloped you like a comforter, one hand pushing up the skirt of your dress while the other’s movements grew more urgent on your clothed pussy. You were slicking up rapidly. You could feel it run from your hole and down your ass until it landed on the couch. You couldn’t give less of a shit if you were dirtying the furniture. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush as your omega preened under Suna’s attention, his tongue invading your mouth like it was his own and he was only reclaiming it.

“Pretty baby.” He rasped into your mouth. “Good little omega. Get wetter for me. Need to drink all your juice.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you whined right against his lips. When he pulled away, you tried to chase after him, already addicted to the high that his lips brought. Suna hummed in amusement and tugged on your panties, pulling them off your ankles. He pressed the fabric directly to his nose and breathed deep. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you bit your lip to hell.

“You smell so fucking divine.” Suna groaned. “Always thought so. Loved cuddling up to you. Being close to you. My lovely omega.”

You moaned again, feeling how you gushed at his words. You didn’t realize you were into praise, but when it came from Suna, it lit a fire inside you. You clenched hard around nothing, now acutely aware of your rapidly building need.

“Rin,” you gasped. “Please. Please.”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He shamelessly pried your legs open. You let him. “I’ll take such good care of my omega.”

His first lick was a thick stripe up your open slit, filthy and hungry, before he licked harder and faster over your clit. You gasped at the contact, the urgent relief of finally having stimulation you were craving so much. Your fingers automatically buried themselves in his soft hair, tugging tight at the roots. Suna hummed his approval and suctioned his lips on your clit, lapping and slurping like he was a man starved.

He was glorious at it, eating pussy like it was his last meal, hands holding your thighs apart firmly so his movements were unhindered. Stars burst in your vision and your hips jerked, not sure if you wanted to lean into him or tug away from how intense it was. Your torso undulated and arched, tears ran down the sides of your face and you moaned unencumbered. Suna seemed to enjoy it, because he pulled off with a wet smooch and replaced his lips with his thumb, not leaving you dry for one second.

“So fucking delicious.” His voice had gone scratchy and wrecked. “Good fucking girl. Moan for me, baby. God, I could do this forever.”

You felt something prod at your entrance before two fingers rapidly sank into you to the knuckle, curling hard and rubbing at your walls. You cried out again, not even embarrassed by how wet the noises became, how potent your scent was becoming, you badly you needed to cum on his fingers or you didn’t know what you would do-

His lips sealed over your clit and you were gone.

Suna didn’t even slow his movements as you reached your high. He helped prolong it, sucking harder and pushing his fingers in and out of you, scissoring and curling until your walls felt abused and used beyond belief. You wailed and weeped as you dug your fingers into the couch cushion under you. You had slid so far down the couch that it nearly bent you in half. You tried to close your legs and Suna finally pulled out, kissing over your mound a few times before he leaned up and attached his lips to the skin of your neck, licking and biting lightly over your scent gland, trying to embed his own scent into you. The feeling of him so close to that spot had your mind reeling. You hugged him close.

“Bite me.”

Suna kissed you again. “Not like this.”

“But I love you.”

He chuckled and sucked lightly on your skin until it darkened. “Still won’t mate you on a couch. When I do it, it’s going to be with your cunt full of my knot.”

You flushed and groaned in embarrassment, feeling the way your core pulsed again. Suna laughed and nuzzled your neck.

“Don’t worry. I have a lot of loving to give you before we get there.”

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souichieatr · 8 months

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meeting their teammates

with suna r. tendou s. tsukishima k.

a/n: i think i'm going through suna withdrawals guys

suna

suna had texted you before practice that he forgot his water bottle and he'd rather die than drink the water fountain at the gym so you decided to surprise him with a water bottle from the corner store. opening the door as quietly as possible but still making a loud squeak, peaking your head through, the manager of the team turns their head to you. running to you so the practice isn't disrupted.

“hey there, what can we help you with?” they say sweetly with a smile.

“i'm sorry to interrupt, i was just wanting to drop this bottle off for suna rintaro , he forgot his” you say, holding the bottle up. they nod their head turning their body to face the coach, the manager makes a gesture with their hands and the coach nods. the coach yells that the boys could take a 15 minute break.

“suna rintaro could i get you here for a second” the manager yells for your boyfriend. hearing the mocking “ohs” makes you giggle. suna drags his feet as he walks to you two making eye contact with you he perks up a bit.

“hey what are you doing here?” he asks quietly as he pulls you into a hug.

“i got you- can't b-breathe rin” you try to say but sounding more of a wheeze as he squeezes you. chuckling at your reaction he lets go and steps back.

“hm?”

“i got you this” you say trying to catch your breath handing him the bottle. his manager laughs at the gesture as they walk off. he grabs the water bottle making sure to graze his fingers against your soft hands.

“WHAT YA GOT THERE SUNA RIN?” a voice starkes you both from behind him. leaning your head to the side to see who it was. “ohh is that a gift suna?” he says again.

“what if it is? jealous?” suna says turning around to face the blond, turning back to you. “this is atsumu” he says as you nod your head.

“hi im y/n” you say, reaching your hand forward as a friendly gesture.

“THIS IS YER GIRLFRIEND?” atsumu grabs your hand and shakes it, “he talks about ya all the time and he rarely ever talks” he talks as a small circle of guys form. suna hesitantly introduces everyone as they all welcome you in the gym.

tendou

he's asked you so many times to come to one of his volleyball practices and meet all his teammates. you've met ushiwaka a handful of times as him and tendou hang out a lot. you had forgotten you left your headphones in tendous backpack and before practice he'd told you to stop by to pick them up. let's kill two birds with one stone he had said. approaching the metal door you try and shake the nerves off.

“you wanna open it or just have us burn out here?” you hear someone say as they snicker, startled you turned around.

“you could use some color so you can stay” you say as you smile at him.

“you're no fun” he says pouting but he quickly leans down and kisses your cheek. “would you like me tan?”

“i'd still like you if you were bald”

“you must really love me” he says wrapping his arms around you, leaning down but a gasp from behind you makes you stop. tendou looks up and starts to hold back a laugh. “yes goshiki?”

“oh uh im sorry for you know-” goshiki stutters, letting go of tendou you turn to the boy.

“hi im y/n you're goshiki?” you say giving him your hand as you smile at him.

“goshiki this is my partner” tendou says ushering goshiki closer to you two. goshiki shakes your hand giving a weird look to your red haired partner.

“he talks a lot about you! he's really proud of the progress you've made” you say as tendou whines. goshikis eyes widen as you start to look at tendou with a smirk.

tsukishima

he'd forgotten his sports glasses at his desk he had texted you when he got to practice complaining that he had left them. sneaking back into your homeroom and grabbing the glasses from the desk you make your way to the double doors leading into the gym. opening them and peaking in a couple guys you've never met look at you but you spot yamaguchi and he too looks over. his eyes widen and he tilts his head to the side. you assume that's his way of asking why you're there. holding up your boyfriends glasses he nods his head and he jogs to the other side of the court to the coach. the couch says they can get some water and you watch yamaguchi approach tsukishima and points at you, watching yamaguchi’s hand you and tsukishima make eye contact. walking to you at a fast pace he scoots the two of you outside.

“you better have a good reason why you're here” he says, shutting the door behind him.

“oh hush i didn't come here to embarrass you i thought you would want these” you say gently holding the glasses in your palm as you stretch your arm out to him. he looks at your hand and widens his eyes then smirks.

“didn't know you cared so much” he says taking them.

“don't make me trip you-” the door opens, pushing tsukishima closer to you, he grabs you gently, pushing you back so you don't get hit.

“TSUKISHIMA YOU BASTARD SNEAKING OFF TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” a guy with a buzzcut started shouting and followed behind him was the rest of the team.

“YEAH TSUKISHIMA YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED” another one shouted this time with dark hair and one strip of blond.

“we're not making out and if we were it really woulndt be any of your business” tsukishima says with a sigh still not turning around to face his team.

“cmon tsukishima at least introduce us” another guy asked his jersey saying ‘1’.

“yeah tsukishima you don't want to be rude” a guy with gray hair said. tsukishima sighed again, turning around slowly with a deadpan expression.

“sorry tsukki i tried blocking the door” yamaguchi said with an awkward smile. you laugh at the interaction between all of them seeing your boyfriend in trouble was quite funny.

“hi im y/n i'm a first year” you say moving from behind tsukishima and giving them all a wave. most of them waved back and offered a welcoming smile. the two boys that shouted hid behind the guy with the number 1 jersey on and were just watching you.

“okay you all introduced yourselves and y/n has to g-” tsukishima was cut off.

“yeah glasses? not going to introduce your girl to your coach?” a blond guy in sandals stepped out. tsukishima glared at him and sighed again.

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mavrintarou · 8 months

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Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi [1]

I tried to do one part... but this got too long. I feel like this is the smuttiest of all Lord series (tell me otherwise - let me know which one you think is the smuttiest lol). If you’re new, welcome to my Lord Haikyuu fandom, I have completed Lord series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, and the Miya twins, check them out too!

Warning: explicit smut; angst; TW: miscarriage; reader is inexperience

Part two - end

Wakatoshi thrust hard one final time before he withdrew and fisted his cock, he groaned as his cum shot thick white spurts all over Y/n’s belly and breasts.

Her eyes shut as her pussy spasm even after his withdrawal, the overstimulating effect he often left her in. Her chest rose with heavy breath as her legs that were pinned to her chest were finally freed from his grip. Y/n didn’t need to open her eyes to hear he was grabbing a towel, as always, he cleaned her up afterward.

Y/n opened her eyes and reached her hand out, indicating for him to give her the towel so she could clean herself up. He ignored her reach and began wiping his essence away.

She didn’t quite understand why he preferred to ejaculate on her, only to wipe it away. Not that she wanted him to cum while he was inside of her.

She lay there with an arm over her eyes while he wiped her down, even between her legs. The first time he did this, she panicked and nearly fought him until he ordered her to remain still with his stern Captain tone.

“We have a mission coming in two days, I need you to prepare – “

“I know, I know…” Y/n cut him off, even though he repeated the same thing every time they had a mission together. Somedays she wondered if she was more his assistant than his second in command.

She rolled over as soon as he set the towel back in the basin, that was her usual cue to leave. She grabbed her yukata and was about to slip it on when she was suddenly on her back once again.

“Who said I was done?”

Y/n’s eyes widened briefly before she quickly blinked them away. Lately, Wakatoshi has been keeping her in his chamber longer than before, not satisfied until he’s had his way with her.

“I’m – I’m sore,” Y/n murmured, cheeks flushing.

Y/n didn’t know the true meaning of soreness until her first night with her Captain. She has gone through the exact training and exercise the rest of her team has endured to earn their current position regardless of her gender and never once has she uttered a complaint, even in the face of soreness.

She knew she was inexperienced and lacked education about sharing a man’s bed since she was essentially raised a boy by her grandfather and spent most of her time in the company of men.

Since the day she rose to second in command, there was never a mission she was not by her captain’s side but the one time that she was assigned to a different mission that he only trusted her to handle… he returned in a state of discomfort.

“What happened to him?” Y/n demanded, being blocked at Captain’s doorway by Shirabu and Ohira.

Reon avoided Y/n’s eyes, “he… uh – there… he’ll be fine in a couple of… hours. Or days.”

She narrowed her eyes at him before looking at Kenjiro, she knew he would tell her, he was the closest to her on the team. “Tell me Jiro – what’s wrong with Cap?”

Kenjiro looked uncomfortable under her strict gaze before sighing, “he was exposed to some unknown powder during this mission…”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she made a move to brush past them and see for herself how the captain’s well-being was but they blocked her once more. “Move,” she demanded sternly, never once speaking to them with that tone.

Reon raised his hands in a defense mechanism, “listen, Y/n… you can’t see him right now… for his dignity… and maybe your safety.”

They were speaking in a circle and it was making Y/n frustrated.

“Yes, it is best if you don’t see him within the next… maybe a few days…” Kenjiro added, trying to avoid eye contact.

“If you guys do not get to the point and tell me exactly what is wrong with Cap, I will put you both down.”

Both men’s breath hitched as they straightened their shoulders in reflex. Kenjiro looked at Reon before he nodded. Kenjiro, the team’s medic expert exhaled before speaking, “we believe the unknown drug is a form of an aphrodisiac.” He paused, “since discovering this, Cap… Cap is in pain.”

“Are there no medicine or herbs to help?”

Kenjiro shook his head, “no, it will flush out of his system in time or… with assistance.”

“What kind of assistance?”

“Sexual… he is in a state of sexual desire… that is the only other way to help him is to meet his sexual desires.”

At that exact moment, all three of them jumped when they heard a crash coming within the Captain’s chamber. Both Kenjiro and Reon entered his room finding their captain on the floor naked.

Y/n has seen Wakatoshi topless many times due to tending his wounds but never has she seen him completely naked.

Wakatoshi turned his head, looking at Y/n with hooded dark eyes. “Y/n…” he groaned, a hand reaching out to her. “I need you…”

Kenjiro and Reon struggled to get him back on his feet, dragging him back to his futon.

“Y/n, you should leave – your presence might make it more difficult for –“ Kenjiro is knocked on his feet when Wakatoshi pushes him aside, trying to stand and make his way towards Y/n. “Y/n, leave!”

Reon interfered and wrapped his strong arms around Wakatoshi, “Wakatoshi, you are not in your right mind right now – please go back to the futon!” He was close to pulling the man with the same body size as his back to the futon until Wakatoshi maneuvered, shoving him off– making him fall right on top of Kenjiro, and knocking the wind out of him.

“Jiro!” Y/n ran towards the two but was caught by Wakatoshi in a bear hug. “Cap – get a hold of yourself!” She tried to pull herself free but it was futile when he held on to her tightly. His nose pressed against her exposed collarbone before she felt his hot tongue lick along her neck.

Looking at an unconscious Kenjiro and Reon who is trying to wake him up, a hand grips her jaw forcing her to look into the dark eyes of her captain.

“Only look at me, Y/n.” He growled, before pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Reon, take Jiro and leave! I’ll handle Wakatoshi from here.” Reon refused, shaking his head but before he could protest, Y/n commanded him. “Go, now!”

Reon lifted the lanky Kenjiro into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder before hurrying out, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, she pushed against him with her might until he let her go. “Wakatoshi… this isn’t like you.” Her captain, whom she had known for years stalked her like she was his prey.

Jiro’s words earlier echo in her ears, meet his sexual desires…

Letting out a frustrated breath, she began to untie her uniform. Each piece of clothing dropped on the ground by her feet until she stood before him naked. She had some knowledge about intimacy between a man and a woman and heard plenty of tips from the men on her team.

She just needed to trick him, get him on the bed so she could knock him out.

Wakatoshi approached her, he looked taller and bigger without his clothing.

Was his shoulders always this broad? She found herself lost in admiration.

“Y/n,” he murmured, reaching to lift her chin so their gaze could meet. “You’re so…” his eyes drop to appreciate her naked form, “beautiful.” His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her against him.

Y/n gasped, feeling the hard ripples of his body pressed against her but what caught her off guard was his cock she has been avoiding was pressing against her abdominal. She pressed her palms against his chest to put space but Wakatoshi was faster, his hands picked her up easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs around his torso. She can feel his rough callus hands supporting her naked bottom.

“Kiss me, Y/n… please…”

He held her higher, making her look down at him. Her cheeks flushed as he gazed at her desperately, pleadingly for her to put him out of his misery. Leaning down, she pressed her mouth against him, meeting his kiss hungrily.

She has kissed one other man but has never kissed them as intensely as now. She couldn’t recognize the lewd moans that were coming from her mouth continuing to meet Wakatoshi’s movement.

“Wai – wait Captain – “ she broke off the kiss, and flinched when she heard him growl in disappointment. His lips move to her jaw, nipping down to her throat. She looked over at the futon to see if she could get him to lie down, then maybe she could take the opportunity and knock him unconscious.

“I need you,” Wakatoshi murmured against her throat. “Need you now, Y/n… please…”

She gently lifted his face, meeting his dilated pupils with her gaze. Her heart raced faster than ever before. Throughout her entire life, she has never been swayed by anything yet at this moment, her heart and mind wanted to give in. She felt an undeniable yearning to yield, to grant him what he sought. “O – okay,” she heard herself say, “just once…” Her heart skipped a beat when his pouty lips curved into a smile, “don’t – don’t make me regret it…”

Wakatoshi muttered something under his breath before moving. Y/n turned her head to see where he was carrying her and frowned when he walked straight to the dresser and set her slightly on the edge. He pulled away and her eyes locked with his thick hard cock that was leaking from the tip. Her belly was smeared of the white milky essence.

Any words she had was lost as she watched him stroke his cock, her jaw dropped unknowingly as she has never seen something so exotic before.

He stepped forward, pressing the tip to her pussy, bit by bit he pushed forward and groaned, “relax for me.”

The tip impaled her entrance, making her tense at the foreign intrusion. “I can’t…” Y/n shook her head, whimpering, “I’ve never done this before… this is weird…”

“Look at me,” she looked up, the tone demanding her as her Captain.

Wakatoshi pressed his lips to hers, his tongue immediately searching to tangle with hers. As soon as she was distracted, he thrust in one go, fully embedded inside of her pussy.

He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pushing away from him. He cooed soothing words kissing her mouth as she swore at him about hurting her.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, kissing her tears away. “You can do this, you can take me, Y/n… I know you can otherwise I wouldn’t need you…”

Her fist gently beat against his shoulders, “you’re too… you’re too big…”

Wakatoshi half chuckled and choked a groan as her hot walls throb around his cock. He slowly began moving his hip in shallow thrusts until her wetness has lubricated his cock. As soon as it became easier for his entire length to penetrate her fully, his thrusts fastened. He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, “you’re too tight… fuck I love it though… you feel so good…” Her soft whimpers gradually turned into moans as he continued to coo assuring affirmation. “You’re doing good… so good… you’re so good for me.” He hooked one of her legs over his arm, widening her legs to accommodate when he thrust inside her again. “You’re taking me so well…”

Y/n followed his gaze and looked down and was mesmerized at his cock pump into her pussy. How is it that seconds ago it was pain she felt, but now it is pleasure? “Cap – “

“My name.”

She peered up at him, biting down on her lip to hold in her lewd moans she never knew she could make.

“My name, Y/n.” He commanded again with a soft tone, “say my name.”

She shook her head, it felt too intimate saying his name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.

He shook his head with a grin, “stubborn woman.” He hooked his other arm underneath her knee, lifting her completely off the dresser. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She followed his command and immediately regretted it when he easily lifted her hips and began thrusting into her at the same time. Y/n’s grip tightened around his neck being at his mercy. “Cap – “

“Say my name!” Wakatoshi growled, nipping her ear. When she still refused, he sped his movement along with bouncing her harder on his cock.

“My Lord!”

Wakatoshi's movement halted as he unexpectedly heard her address him in that term. “Ahh… fuck…” he cursed as his cock pulsated. “Y/n… you little tease…” he whispered hotly into her ear. He just came but he was not close to being satisfied.

Y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly leaned back to look at him when he continue to keep rocking her on his cock. “What –“ The rest of her words turned into a moan as he started to bounce her on his cock. “Wait – you just – “

His hot breath teased her ear as he nipped the lobe, “more Y/n… I need more…”

“Wa – Waka – Toshi! Wait – you’re going too – fast!” Her ears were tuning in the lewd sound of their skin slapping together. “’Toshi! Stop – I feel – I feel weird!” Each time his cock filled her for a split second, it sends a pulse to the place she never knew existed. Her lower belly quivered like she was going to explode any second.

“Let go, Y/n – cum for me…” he whispered and commanded, “cum on my cock.”

Her back arched, her toes curled and her head thrown back as her body trembled. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around his cock. Wakatoshi's low groan mixed with hers as he finally stopped thrusting into her.

Her eyes widen feeling something warm shoot inside of her for the second time. Y/n fell limp against him, her head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder as the last ounce of strength she had depleted.

Wakatoshi was lost in his world, still coming down from his high. His cock was still hard, the drug had not completely worn off even after such intense sex. “Y/n?” he called her name. When she did not respond he lifted her enough to slip his cock out. He heard something spill and glanced down to see a pool of milky essence.

He could feel her steady breath fanning his neck and secure his grip around her bottom, carrying her gently to the futon.

“Just stay.”

Y/n blinked, breaking out of the memories of how their rendezvous had commenced. “No, I want to sleep in my chamber.” She quickly got up but he caught her wrist, gazing at her with a soft expression that she had seen recently and making her heart race.

“Are you okay?” His tone filled with worry. “Shall I escort you back to your chamber?”

She shook her head, brushing his hand off, “I am okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hurried before he could convince her to stay. Each time, it was becoming a challenge to say no to him.

[5 days later]

It has been a few hours since Y/n finally woke up from days of deep slumber.

All she could recollect from the mission was that they were ambushed. Before heading out, she had an eerie and unsettling feeling about the mission that she had never felt before. Half a day into their mission something did not feel right when her six senses noticed the quietness around them.

Whatever had happened has been blocked out of her memories.

It was evident of her substantial injuries, her right shoulder was bandaged from an arrow piercing, and a stab wound in her left thigh.

Those were expected injuries, however, the one she did not expect and was still wrapping her head around even after the doctor had left her chambers was that she had miscarried.

She was pregnant.

Since the doctor left, her hand had been resting on her abdomen, where her unborn baby is no longer living.

She was foolish to disregard the risk of pregnancy after many nights spent in her captain's bed. He had been careful to withdraw and ejaculate on her body. Y/n was oblivious to the idea that she could still conceive otherwise. Looking back, she must have conceived from her first night with him. It would be likely that she might have been pregnant prior to them making their intimate meetups a routine. She recalled the peculiar feeling of him cumming continuously inside of her the first night and it was that moment when she was lost in her bliss and pleasure she neglected to take any precautions.

The doctor determined the miscarriage was likely caused by the excessive blood loss she suffered. Her wounds themselves had put her body in shock and if the doctor calculated correctly, Y/n was more than three months along in the pregnancy. “You were still in the risky stages of pregnancy, it is nothing to dwell on as most women face this risk altogether.”

Her hand pressed against her flat belly, recollecting a few days prior when she noticed the slight weight gain but did not put too much thought into it.

“Captain went berserk.” Shirabu quietly informed, “you may not know but after everything, we believe that the ambush was to take you out first and then everyone else. Every one of them targeted you while you were trying to keep Captain safe.”

Y/n pondered, confused as to why she would have been the target but it would make sense strategically if enemies cannot get to the main target, then take out their protector first.

“My guess is that if they took you out first, it would be easier to take out the rest of us.” Shirabu stood up, “but please rest, for the time being, you are ordered to rest. Captain has ordered a checklist for the doctor to sign off before you’re allowed to return.” He kept it to himself, but he was sure the Captain would not let her return to active duty. He knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi would never allow her to lift her sword or wear her uniform after this mission.

“Shirabu,” Y/n called his name quietly, “does he – does he know about –“

Shirabu reached for her hand and squeezed it, “yes, he knows but only a few of us, including me and Reon. Do not fret, no one else won’t know.”

After he left her to rest, Y/n stared out the window and she didn’t notice the tears that slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Wakatoshi needed a moment to absorb Y/n’s report. His breath caught in his throat when the doctor reported to him her injuries and informed him additionally, the news of her miscarriage.

“This is precisely why some argue against women serving in the Shiratorizawa Scout regime,” he lamented, shaking his head in disappointment. “This incident alone could potentially lead to her removal as second in command once the report makes it up to the leadership and shame the regime altogether.” Closing his briefcase, he remarked, “the loss of the child has placed a significant mental burden on her. I do not believe she was aware that she was pregnant.” He pushed his specs upward, “even if she isn’t removed from the squad, it’s uncertain whether she’ll fully recover.”

The doctor remained entirely unaware of the identity of the person he was addressing, oblivious to the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi was, in fact, the father of the unborn child.

Wakatoshi loomed over the diminutive doctor, whose expression swiftly transformed into one of fear. “You will not breathe a word of this outside these walls, do you comprehend?” Wakatoshi cautioned.

The doctor nodded, responding barely audible as he muttered, “un – understood.”

After dismissing him, Wakatoshi sat in his chair in deep thought. Had Y/n really not known she was pregnant all this time? And when did it happen? He had been careful to pull out every time even if he wanted nothing more than to cum inside of her…

“Argh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands. If Y/n was pregnant, it meant that it must have been from the first time. Memories came flooding back as he remembers the exhilarating feeling when he would watch his cum ooze out every time he thrust back into her. His cock was still hard as a rock even after so many rounds. Y/n would whimper, crying out that she was too full of his cum and he would fuck his cum back into her until they were both sticky with their mixed essence.

“This is all my fault,” he muttered, fingers fisting his hair tightly. She was in this predicament because of him.

Wakatoshi shook his head to shake off the memories, it was not the time to think about the past. He shot up from his seat and headed towards Y/n’s room.

Entering her room with a hushed step, he discovered her seated by the window, her expression devoid of emotion. It was a welcome sight compared to finding her asleep every time he visited.

His gaze shifted to the untouched tray of food and he let out a sigh, remarking gently, “you’ve hardly touched your meal.”

As soon as their eyes met, Wakatoshi swiftly approached her, kneeling by her side and enveloping her in his arms, cradling her delicate form. Aside from tangling their limbs in bed, outside of that, they refrained from touching one another. He whispered softly, his voice filled with concern, “please, tell me. What do you want? What can I do to bring the light back into your eyes?” His words were muffled as he buried his face into her lap, seeking to comfort her.

After a brief pause, he raised his head and gazed into her vacant eyes. Even while kneeling, he remained taller than her as she occupied the chair. Tenderly, he cradled her cheek and gently urged, “Y/n, please, speak to me.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.

His embrace grew tender as he enveloped her, holding her tightly. A hitch in his breath accompanied her trembling form and muffled sobs against his yukata.

All he could offer was a tighter grip, a comforting presence in her time of need.

[2 weeks later]

Reon and Kenjiro did not dare breathe as Wakatoshi was a ticking bomb.

Many often found him intimidating, though he was truly a gentle giant.

But in this particular moment, gentleness was nowhere to be found.

Their gaze fixated on the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched tightly in their Captain’s hand. It was almost certain that this was the official report regarding Y/n’s release from duty. The entire team had just been informed of her release and had come to inquire more information about it from their Captain, only to discover that he was the last to be informed.

Wakatoshi let out a low exhale, his focus still zoned out as he recollected his and Y/n’s last conversation.

“They will remove me.” Y/n said to Wakatoshi, “promise me you’ll pick Reon to replace me.”

Wakatoshi brought their foreheads together, “you’re not getting replaced, I’ll make sure your report only lists your injuries, nothing more.” He was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He locked eyes with her, gazing into hers. “You are not alone.” His hand tightened behind her nape, “it was my child too, Y/n.” His statement must have caught her off guard as she flinched. “I may not know the pain you’re feeling, the suffering and the grieving but know this Y/n, I am in pain too. I’m suffering too. And I’m grieving for our child too.” His features softened, and he leaned up to kiss her forehead. “I’ll take all responsibility, I am at fault.” Wakatoshi sighed softly, he cupped her face with both hands, “Y/n, if you can give me six months, I will step down as Captain and we can settle down anywhere you would like.”

Y/n frowned and pulled away from his touch. “No, you shouldn’t do that.”

Wakatoshi frowned in return, “why not?”

“You do not need to do that for me, please don’t do that for me.” She pulls away from him completely, standing up and walking away. “It was not your fault at all, Cap. It wasn’t like you forced me, I allowed myself to get involved with you.”

“And it was my carelessness that made you pregnant, therefore, my responsibility.”

“And I am telling you that you do not need to take responsibility for it.” She shot back, “I am tired, please leave me alone.”

Wakatoshi left without uttering another word, and that marked the final exchange and encounter between them. The next day, he was promptly dispatched on a mission, keeping him away for half a week. Upon his return, exhaustion overcame him, and he slumbered for a continuous sixteen hours. When he finally awoke and sought out Y/n, her room was void of any presence. He initially assumed she might have been on break or he had approached at an inopportune moment, only to find her room empty upon his return each subsequent day.

“Captain,” Reon called out quietly, “what…”

“I don’t know, but I will find out,” Wakatoshi promised, exiting his office. He marched straight into his leader’s office without notice and slammed the letter on the desk. “What is this?” his voice is low and quiet.

The individual whom Wakatoshi regarded as a father figure let out a sigh and removed his glasses, setting the stage for a silent and intense gaze-lock between them. “It is exactly what it means, Wakatoshi.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette, “I did the best I could to have her be discharged instead of dismissed. You know something like that could not have been swept under the rug.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and the frustration he had been carrying on his shoulder. “Y/n is one of a kind and she has shown nothing but loyalty and commitment to the regime. She will be a great loss to us but you both knew the bylaws.” He eyed Wakatoshi, “if it was anyone, you both would have been dismissed with dishonor but because you both are highly valued, I could only save you.”

“Tell me,” Wakatoshi began, his voice cold, “where in the bylaws states that a relationship cannot be established between a man and a woman?”

“That is the thing, you were comrades, you made the mistake and treated her like a woman.” He shook his head, “look, Waka – we are men and we have our needs but you should have found someone else, not someone who is your second-in-command.” He killed his cigarette and released the last puff of smoke.

Wakatoshi’s face hardened, “what happened and what was shared between Y/n and I is no one’s business when there are no laws that state that a man and a woman on the same Corp cannot seek a romantic relationship.” His body towered over his leader, making him slightly cower. “I’d like to see where that is written.”

“It – it may not be written but it’s definitely frowned upon.” He did not understand why Wakatoshi was making a big deal out of it. “Do you feel for this woman, Ushijima?”

“I owe you no explanation, I will be clearing my office and you will see and accept my immediate resignation letter by the end of the night.” Wakatoshi was out the door before his leader could utter a word, still processing his words.

Y/n gazed at her old and long-abandoned family home, realizing it had been over 20 years since she had last set foot inside. Pushing the gates open, she entered the property and took stock of the work that awaited her to bring it back to its former glory.

The basket in her hand has become slightly heavy filled with vegetables and meat as she shopped. Y/n stared across the market at the textile store, seeing various kimonos on display.

For years, she wore custom uniforms seven days a week, which left her with little need to have kimonos or yukatas, aside from the ones she wore to bed. The few she owned, she had brought with her, but they were all in black. As she examined the yellow kimono with white floral prints, Y/n found herself strangely drawn to it.

“I thought it was you, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes widening as a smile graced her lips. “Chigaya Maru.”

She lost count of how many years it had been since she last saw him, from a little boy to a grown adult. His shoulders were broad and well-built, and she couldn’t help but believe that he had likely assumed the mantle of their family’s longstanding sword-smithing business.

“My mom would be so thrilled to hear you have finally returned home.” His expression softened as he smiled, “we’ve all missed you.”

Maru walked beside Y/n in silence as they made their way back to her house. “Come by the shop tomorrow, I’ll show you the pieces I’ve made.”

They made it to the front gates, “sounds good, I’ll swing by soon. Have a good night, Maru.” She entered the gates, closing them behind her. She waited until she heard Maru’s footsteps fade before entering her home.

Her home still required cleaning and some additional repairs, but it was now habitable, and being in this familiar setting brought her a comforting sense of reassurance.

She laid down on the new futon she purchased and rolled over towards the window. For the first time in her life, she felt so alone.

It hadn’t occurred to her that her team may have been strangers at one point, but they all became brothers to her and became a family to her.

The captain’s face entered her thoughts, and she tightly shut her eyes, feeling the pain in her heart intensify, the ache of missing him becoming almost unbearable. Did he know of her absence by now?

In such a short amount of time that they were intimately involved, she would have never imagined how challenging it would be now to walk away from someone when they made you feel… loved and wanted. And made you feel like a woman.

Her hand slipped down and in between her legs as the place in between her legs ached.

Ushijima Wakatoshi made her addicted to his touch.

Her fingers slipped in between her yukata as she pressed the aching nub before sliding the pad of her fingers along her slit like how he always did it.

Y/n rolled onto her back and widened her legs, her finger teased her clit, rubbing it in circles. A lewd whimper escaped her lips the moment her finger slipped past her folds. “’Toshi…”

Her fingers were nothing compared to his but she tried to mimic his movements.

She let her mind imagine that they were his, that he was there in between her legs and fingering her with not one, or two but three of his thick fingers, curling them each time they were knuckle deep.

Her other hand caresses her chest until she finds her perky nipple, twisting and tugging it.

Wakatoshi never spared her nipples, always suckling them like how she had seen a mother breastfeed her baby. She had never seen a woman nurse a baby before and couldn’t help but be reminded when Wakatoshi’s lips found hers and suckled hard.

The naive Y/n had thought with the way he was suckling, milk would come out. “Toshi… you’re sucking too hard… I don’t have milk for you.” She blurted out.

He lifted his head, caught off guard by her comment. “Of course, you wouldn’t have milk, you aren’t lactating.” He chuckled at the confused expression, “you are not pregnant, you do not need to fret about lactating.”

“But you keep sucking like…” she blushed, turning her face away.

Wakatoshi gently gripped her chin and turned her face so they were looking at one another, “like what?”

“Like a… baby.”

“Like this?” he takes her nipple back into his mouth and suckles hard. “Do you like it when I do that?”

She nodded her head, “yes… I do.”

Y/n’s fingers easily thrust in and out of her pussy with how wet she has become. “Toshi…” she repeated, calling his name as her fingers fastened until her orgasm erupted. Her hot gummy walls squeezed and trembled around her fingers.

She looks down, seeing her legs spread wide and fingers still inside her pussy. She had never touched herself before yet, here she is, pleasuring herself the way Wakatoshi did. Her head falls back onto her pillow as she imagined how he would have cum all over her abdomen, his groan each time spurts ejaculated from the tip of his thick cock. She remembered the first time he had done so, he smeared it over her skin like it was lotion.

Y/n spread her palm over her abdomen, rubbing it like Wakatoshi had always done so. Her hand paused as she thought about her child who was no longer growing within her.

She found it amusing how overnight, she could change from a woman who would not hesitate to kill on sight to a woman who grieved for the child she did not know. She never knew the latter woman even existed in her. In an instant, she no longer wanted to be part of the Corp, the almost maternal instinct within her took over and the new her wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle no more. It was best she left the Corp and returned home to settle quietly and start a new life.

[Five months later]

A towel pressed along her forehead, dabbing the sweat she wasn’t even aware of. Maru smiled softly down at her, “don’t strain yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n returned the smile and nodded, “don’t worry, I’m not.” She continued to sharpen the katana.

She was blessed with a job with the Chigaya. They were in need of a sword sharpener and that was a specialty Y/n possessed. The business sales increased drastically within days as many sought to have their sword refined.

“It is a mixture of pressure and light-handed when sharpening,” Y/n informed, showing Maru one afternoon. “You must use the right amount of water along with the pressure to stay consistent and prevent any damage to the sword.”

Maru’s father walks in, carrying a sword carefully in his arms. He set it on a stand, “here is another drop-off.” He sighed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Y/n. For generations, the family business thrived, but since Y/n had joined the team and taken on the role that had remained vacant for two decades, the business had experienced a remarkable resurgence. The word had spread like wildfire, and Chigaya Swords was not attracting clients from far and wide.

“Thank you, I will get to it shortly here,” Y/n answered with a smile. She does the final wipe-down before sliding the sword she was refining back into its scabbard.

“Y/n,” Maru’s father called her name softly, “where did you learn sword sharpening skills?”

“When my grandfather came for me, I stayed with him while he was still serving in the Corp. Being the only girl, I wasn’t exactly welcomed or liked and the man who was in charge of managing the weapons room, allowed me to help when I would always watch him from his doorway.” She is reminded how she was always pestering the man she called Uncle with questions to the point where he just had her try it out for herself. It wasn’t afterward that he realized that she might be useful to him after all and took her in as his apprentice.

When her Uncle was not welding a sword, he was teaching her how to hold a sword, how to swing, and everything there is to know.

At the age of seventeen, her Uncle encouraged her to join the swordsman tournament within the Corp, the winner would be recognized as a member of the Corp. On the day of the event, she shocked the entire crowd but nothing could be counted against her as there were no rules stating a woman could not participate.

She shocked the crowd a second time in one day when she was the last one standing, winning the tournament.

Y/n turned down the offer to join the Corp, insisting she would become a weapon welder.

For the first time, her grandfather, patted her head, “I am proud of you.”

He was murdered during an abrupt attack on the base. Y/n herself was gravely injured but as soon as her wounds healed, she hunted down the man who was responsible for her grandfather’s death and others.

She returned, bloody and battered but with the head of the Colonel.

Maru’s father affectionately patted her head, evoking memories of her grandfather and uncle, the last two who had done so. “We are deeply thankful to you,” he expressed. “Finding a skilled sword sharpener is no easy task. Not everyone possesses the gift touch to refine a blade as you do.” He looks past Y/n and at Maru, “come, I need your help.”

The two men leave the room that has become Y/n’s sanctuary. She reached to touch the top of her head and smiled. Such a simple gesture but it has always warmed her heart and soul.

Y/n peered out the window, her view obscured by the torrential rain. Rainy days had always made her sword-sharpening sessions feel therapeutic. Her gaze then shifted to the last remaining sword, the one Maru’s father had recently delivered.

She let out a sigh and extended her hand toward the sword.

Just as her hand was about to make contact with it, something jolted her, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air, a mere centimeters away from the sword. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she instantly recognized the handle of the sword.

“Your sword, Lord Ushijima,” Y/n spoke softly, carefully lifting the sword with both hands and offering it to him. “I hope you won’t mind that I completed your sword for you. We both know… Uncle would have been honored to present you with this blade.”

Uncle had just completed the construction of a custom-made sword for Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi, only to succumb to a fatal medical condition shortly thereafter. When Y/n and the others discovered him, he wore a serene smile on his face, having peacefully departed from the world.

“I’ve made some adjustments to the handle,” she said, lifting the sword above her head. “I believe a longer handle will be more fitting for you, especially since you swing with your left hand. This added length will provide both increased flexibility and stability in your swings.”

Y/n’s hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the sword. Among the swords she worked on so far, the Captain’s sword was the only one she knew of that had an additional inch and a half added to the handle.

There was but one way to confirm the sword’s owner. With a gentle pull of the scabbard, she revealed the blade, and as she turned it, her breath caught her throat.

As the final touch before handing the sword to its rightful owner, she meticulously engraved the letterings: Shiratorizawa – Ushijima Wakatoshi

E/n: next part might be shorter or like half of this.

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✗ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✗ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!𝐀𝐔, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚

✗ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕.𝟕𝐤

✗ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐦.), 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐆 (𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐦/𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥) 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧 (𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭), 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!

Suna Rintarou is a good boyfriend.

He’s attentive and caring, sweet and gentle, quite funny and just as responsible and respectful. Despite being quite busy with his career as a professional athlete and everything it comes with, he’s always made sure to give you the attention you need and deserve because you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just the thought of your sadness hurts his heart.

Being in a relationship with him has given you everything you’ve ever asked for, which is why you can’t complain at all, and thankfully it’s the same way for him with you.

He’s a busy man – he always has been and will be for quite some time, you’re more than aware of it. After a while of being together, you’ve gotten used to his packed schedule which mostly consists of morning runs followed by some exercises with the whole team, a shower at the gymnasium and then the actual volleyball practice. His daily routine always ends with a two-hour gym session before he comes home and starts making dinner for the two of you.

At the end of the day, you’re always the one to come home to him and that’s what matters to you the most. You don’t mind if he forgets something here and there, neither do you care about him coming home later than usual and you usually reassure him about it all when he starts apologizing too much. You’re understanding and Suna might be the only person you can’t hold a grudge against, so most of the things he forgets or misses out on don’t faze you.

You usually make sure to send him a reminder about an hour or two before an appointment, if it’s something urgent.

He’s also never forgotten anything super important – until four days ago.

With the new season beginning soon, your boyfriend has been even busier than usual, which again: isn’t something you’re not used to.

However, you definitely didn’t expect him to forget about your dinner reservation for your six year anniversary.

Hence his time consuming schedule, the two of you had decided to celebrate three days later than the actual day of your anniversary, which you were absolutely okay with since it was the middle of a busy week for the both of you.

It had been so long since you went out to spend a whole evening and night with each other, despite living together, which is why you’d been looking forward to it.

You know how busy he is, know how tiring and exhausting his days are and you know you shouldn’t have felt as sad and disappointed as you did as you removed your make up and changed back into your casual clothes after waiting for him for a total of two hours.

You texted him about his whereabouts three times and only got an answer hours later, telling you not to wait up for him for dinner since he was still at practice with his boys.

Just as usual, you just accepted his response because the reservation had been canceled anyway and even if he actually decided to rush home, it would have taken him another two hours to be fully ready and in your head it just wasn’t worth the drama.

Now, about four days after intentionally crying yourself to sleep on the couch and avoiding your boyfriend as much as possible, simply to heal your slightly disappointed soul and not stress him even further, you’re quite sure Rintarou’s taken notice of your change in demeanor.

Maybe because you stop waiting up for him in bed, pretending to be asleep hours before he crawls underneath the blanket to cuddle you or because of the way you’ve dodged all of his initiations of intimacy the last few days. Not just the sexual ones, Suna doesn’t really care about those because he respects your boundaries and would never overstep any of them, but you’ve never been the type to move away from his soft touch or hold your cheek up against his lips instead of your own.

You know you’re being unfair and mean, you should just talk to him about it – he’s such a good boyfriend, after all. Yet…something in your chest makes this so much harder than it actually is and you can’t overcome it, no matter how hard you’ve been trying to.

Before you can overthink anything, your brain opts for the self defense mechanism of shutting yourself off, which is why you’re fast asleep by the time Rintarou’s decided to call it a night – again.

This time, however, your boyfriend of six years seems to be a little more persistent than usual as he places his big hand on your cheek and kneels on the floor of your side of the bed to be on eye level with you.

“Baby, I know you’re awake”, he whispers softly and caresses your warm skin, his pretty eyes attentively roaming your face, “I wanna talk to you. Would you mind giving me a second, please?”

It takes every bit of self control in your body for you to hold back a tiny whimper in response to his request; he has absolutely no right to be this gentle and kind, when you’ve been the exact opposite for almost a week.

“Something’s been going on with you lately and I wanna make sure you know I’m here for you no matter how busy I am, my Angel.”

This time you physically can’t stop yourself from tearing up as you slowly open your eyes and are met with the precious sight of your perfect boyfriend, who looks like he’s been living off of three hours of sleep for the past month.

Rin’s expression quickly changes from soft to worried the moment he spots the single tear rolling down your nose bridge and before it can land on your cheek, he places his lips on your skin and catches it.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?”

You can hear the worry in his deep, raspy voice and your heart breaks into so many pieces once you realize how much you’ve missed him.

Suna is quick to round the bed and get comfortable on his side before he pulls you into a soft hug and lets out a soft sigh. You can feel the waves of security and comfort break down on your tired body, but surprisingly you don’t start sobbing the way you expected it.

“Rin”, you whisper and pull away to look into his beautiful eyes again, losing yourself in the feeling of home they come with, “do you remember Saturday?”

As soon as the words leave your lips, Rintarou’s brows furrow in confusion, not only because of your question but because you’ve addressed him by his name – something he isn’t quite used to when it’s just the two of you, especially in the safety of your bedroom.

“Yes, Baby, what about it? Did something happen during my late practice session?”

You nod. For a moment you’re contemplating whether or not to tiptoe around the topic but your heart is aching for his touch and you’ve been carrying this around for way too long.

“We had a really important dinner reservation, Rintarou.”

At first, you hesitate with eye contact but as soon as his name falls past your lips, you lift your head and lock gazes with your lover, who is actively thinking about what you just said.

“What do you mean important, Baby? I can’t quite follow”, and for a moment, you feel your heart sink into your stomach, but you have absolutely no idea why.

Maybe it’s because you simply didn’t expect him to forget something so significant or maybe because you’re not used to it, yet either way a wave of soft anger washes over you.

“We were both supposed to leave work early because we had a dinner reservation at your favorite place”, you snap back and look at him with sad eyes, “to celebrate our sixth anniversary, Rintarou.”

The second you throw those last words at him, Suna’s whole face drops in absolute shock. You can tell from his lack of physical reaction, that he’s currently trying his best to process what‘s currently going on. Not even a second later, you start regretting your slight change in tone, since you never meant to accuse him of anything and your conscience is currently busy making you feel horrible for your overreaction.

“I – forgot about it.”

After a whole minute of silence, Suna states the obvious with actual horror gleaming in his pretty eyes and you can’t help but feel even worse now.

“I’m sorry I got distant instead of talking to you about it right away, Rin”, you quickly say before he can add anything else in hopes of calming him down after making one bad decision after the other.

Yet, all he does is shake his head before he pulls his arms away from your body and buries his face in his palms.

“This is – I’m – How could I?”

You don’t respond. You’re not even sure if you’re breathing properly and with every following second of silence, the usually so comfortable atmosphere in your shared bedroom becomes more and more tense and thick.

Suna isn’t one to be left speechless so easily, which is why you’re struggling with your reactions but thankfully he’s quick to regain his composure as he reaches for your face and carefully takes it into his big, calloused and tattoo clad hands.

“I’m so, so sorry, my Angel”, he whispers and places the softest kiss on your forehead, “I knew I was way busier than usual, yet I would have never expected this to happen, I promise I didn’t mean to.”

For some reason – probably because of how much you’ve missed him – you can’t stop yourself from tearing up at his genuine apology, which only turns out to stress Suna out even more.

You start shaking your head to reassure him of the good in your reactions and with a soft sigh, he pulls you back into his arms.

“My sweet angel girl, I hope you know I never meant for this to happen. The day started off so early and practice was so much harder since some of the boys got the flu so we had to change formations in case they couldn’t get back on the field in time and then I just said yes to some extra hours and–”, all of a sudden, Rintarou stops talking and just takes a deep breath to gather his thoughts before he continues.

“You know what? These are all just excuses and you deserve better than this. I simply forgot because of how busy I was and I’m sorry, Baby, I really am. Can you please forgive me?”

You’re quick to lift your head from the crook of his neck to look into his eyes, nodding almost immediately because you hate the thought of him feeling bad or guilty – which is kind of hypocritical since you decided to opt for silence and distance instead of just talking to him immediately, yet you try not to be too hard on yourself since you hadn’t had to face a situation like this with him in years, so your body just went with ways from the past.

“Thank you, my Love”, Rin places another soft kiss on your forehead before he sighs and looks into your eyes again.

“I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? I’m gonna take you out to dinner to your favorite place, flowers, presents – the whole package.”

And out of nowhere, an idea occurs to you.

You have no clue, where it comes from nor have you realized up until that particular moment, how much you’ve been thinking about it but for some reason, your brain has decided that this is the perfect moment to ask for something Rintarou probably won’t ever suggest himself.

You have been together for so long, either of you feels comfortable enough in every matter imaginable – especially in terms of sexual desires, curiosity and experimenting. Certain dynamics, kinks and scenarios have developed between you two in the past few years, so you’re not quite sure why you’ve been so hesitant to ask him about your little fantasy.

Suna is a naturally dominant guy. His personality and whole behavior gives it away the second he steps into a room, and you absolutely love it. You love letting him take complete control over every situation and not use a single nerve in your brain whenever he’s around, it just feels right and he’s told you several times how much he enjoys and appreciates the trust you put in him. He says it makes him feel good about himself and gives him confidence, and since he’s your absolute safe haven, you're happy to be the same for him.

Now, when it comes to kinks and fantasies, Rin’s always been quite open. He’s tried most things such as hard degradation, neglect- and role plays, which neither one of you got further into after one or two tries, as well as a Daddy Dom – Little Girl dynamic and soft humiliation, which you’ve been sticking to ever since the first time.

Not once has he left you unsatisfied, never once has he denied you anything and never once has he overstepped any of your boundaries – and vice versa.

And yet, every now and then you find yourself fantasizing about using him for your own pleasure in the most self-centered and egoistic way possible. Which is kind of ironic since Rin’s always made sure to put you and your pleasure first, never finishing before you and always giving into your wishes and requests.

Maybe it’s not necessarily said aspect of it, but rather the fact that you want to physically tie him up so he’s at your complete mercy – all while you’re still grazing through the sweetness of your submissive haze.

You don’t want to dominate him, no, neither do you wanna be in complete control. All you want is to use him for as long as possible, while maybe teasing him in the meantime.

“May I also suggest something else to help you make it up to me, please?”, you respond after a good moment of absolute silence, knowing he doesn’t just pull you back into reality when he notices how much you’re getting lost in your thoughts.

Rintarou’s plump lips stretch into a big smile and he nods, giving you the wordless affirmation to continue.

“Don’t push it aside right away, okay? Just give it a thought please”, you say as you try to collect every brave pore in your body to form your risky request.

Suna squints at you in confusion, his smile never fading and making it even harder for you than it already is

“I want to tie you up.”

And as soon as those words leave your lips, your boyfriend’s face switches from suspicion to absolute shock and you seriously can’t remember the last time you saw him this genuinely overwhelmed.

Rintarou doesn’t move, nor does he say a single thing and for a short moment you’re worried he might not be breathing, until he pushes one of his big hands through his thick hair, scratching his chin right afterwards.

“Wha – you can’t be serious, Baby.”

You attentively watch the way he starts scoffing in disbelief and for a moment you regret suggesting it but not even another minute later, Suna turns serious again and looks into your eyes to search for affirmation.

“Please, Daddy”, you whisper and push your lips into a pout as you reach for his hand and start playing with his pretty, calloused fingers to distract him and maybe get some kind of different reaction from him, “if you won’t feel comfortable or get any pleasure from it, then I won’t be any more persistent, I promise. But I know you don’t want it because it makes you feel submissive and like you’re losing control.”

You take a deep breath and never once avert your gaze from his face because you’ve known Rin long enough to be aware of his insecurities and his worries and the last thing you’d ever want is for him to think you’re taking advantage of your knowledge.

“I promise you’re still gonna be the dominant one, you know how easily you push me into submission. All I want is to – uhm – use you.”

This time the words seem a tad bit heavier but rather because you’re not quite sure how he might react to them and you're afraid he might be upset. Rintarou isn’t one to get mad or angry easily, especially not with you, but this topic is something you two have talked about a total of two times in the past, so you’re more nervous than anxious.

“Oh? My pretty girl is greedier than I thought”, he suddenly says, his green eyes roam your face as his pretty lips finally stretch into a playful smirk and you feel the weight disappear from your chest just like that.

“No, am not”, you pout and roll your eyes, moving a little closer to him before you place a soft kiss on his pretty lips, “I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately and you’ve been so busy, I miss you, that’s all.”

“My sweet, sweet little Angel, come here”, Suna mumbles and pulls you into an even deeper kiss, pushes his tongue into your hot mouth and grunts softly, which sends a jolt of pleasure through your veins right into your core and all of a sudden your panties start sticking to your cunt.

“I can’t lie, I’m not really into being tied down. Mostly because of what you said but also because touching you is what gets me off the most. There’s just something so…”, Rin gently wraps his slim fingers around your throat and slowly tightens his grip, pushing you even deeper into your sweet haze of arousal, “good – about it. It makes me nervous to think about not being able to touch you.”

You try your very best to listen to what he’s saying, yet – your brain is clouded by his sweet scent, the feeling of his firm grip on your throat and his warm breath hitting your skin in ways you’ve been craving it for way too long now. All you can do is nod along to his words and for a moment you forget about your own request.

“Hey, hey”, Rin suddenly whispers and grabs your face to pull you back into reality, “eyes and mind on Daddy, sweet girl. I’m talking to you, don’t be rude now.”

“Mhm, I’m sorry”, you quickly reply and gulp harshly as you wrap your fingers around his slim wrist.

“I’m gonna let you tie me up, Baby, I wanna make it up to you, after all.” Suna sounds a lot more confident than just a few minutes ago and the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach jump in absolute excitement.

“Thank you, Daddy”, this time you let your eyes move to his plump lips, staring at them for way too long as you think about how good they feel on your skin and in between your legs, firmly sucking on your clit, “I really appreciate it, I know it’s a big request to make.”

“You’re always such a good girl for me, Princess, this is the least I can do for you. Now, how about we get to it, hm? I’ve missed you so much, all I can think about is how good that sweet pussy of yours feels around my cock.”

A literal heatwave rushes through your body and you feel your heart thrumming in your heart from excitement because not only are you craving him and his touch, but have also been fantasizing about this for a lot longer than you would ever admit, so there’s absolutely no doubt you’re gonna have a great time.

In the following minutes, Rintarou guides you through the whole process of taking your and his own clothes off before he pushes his hand in between your legs one last time to gather your sweet juices on his fingers and push them right into his mouth, all while looking into your eyes.

After he’s made sure to get you even more flustered by chuckling at how shy you get with him, Suna lays down in the middle of your shared bed to give you enough space and then helps you with the rope. A few minutes later, you come to kneel in between his spread legs to stare at the perfect sight in front of you with big eyes.

You don’t know how long you stare at his toned, tattoo clad torso but you know your focus stays on his thick thighs and his raging hard cock even longer, not realizing how worked up your needy gaze is getting your sweet boyfriend.

“Baby, stop staring and touch me, please”, Rin grunts and slightly bucks up his hips, a deep growl following his calm request and before your brain can process it, your hand reaches for his cock and gently starts stroking him.

“F-Fuck”, the profanity falls past his lips almost immediately and you quickly look into his face to watch the way his perfect features contort in pleasure, his cheeks reddening even further as he throws his head back into the pillow.

For a short moment, you can watch the way he’s falling apart and it’s making your head spin in the sweetest ways possible, yet only fuels your excitement even further.

It doesn’t take another minute for your hunger to get the best of you and before you can realize it, you wrap your lips around his pretty tip and lap up the tiny bits of precum glistening on his skin. Rin lets out a row of deep grunts, bucks his hips up to push his cock a little deeper into your mouth as he pulls on the rope and sighs in frustration. You’re surprised to see him this worked up, when it hasn’t even been longer than a few minutes but you’re enjoying every second of his desperation.

“That’s my good girl”, your boyfriend mumbles and locks gazes with you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he watches the way you take his cock all the way down your throat, “Daddy’s missed that pretty mouth so much, it’s been way too long.”

You nod in agreement, yet too focused on the perfect feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth and his sweet taste coating the muscle of your tongue, so all you do is bop your head and wrap your hand around the lower half of his length to make up for the lack of contact from your mouth.

While you’re slowly losing yourself in the noises and taste of your sweet boyfriend, Rin's trying his very best to remain as calm and composed as possible but after not being close to you for a lot longer than he had intended to, he’s way too close to lose it all within the next few minutes.

“Take it easy on me, Baby. I haven’t even had time to fuck my fist to the thought of you, so I’m way more sensitive than usual”, he warns and tries to move away from your needy mouth, only for you to pull away and look at him with glossy eyes.

“But I’ve missed your cock so much, Daddy, you can’t just make me stop! If you’re gonna cum, just do it, you know I love it when you do.”

“You’re being greedy, Princess, behave yourself.”

For a moment, you can’t help but push your lips into a pout, only to realize that Rin can’t do much besides verbally scolding you and all of a sudden a shiteating grin appears on your face.

“Hmm, no, thank you, Daddy”, you reply cheekily and let a thick drop of spit fall onto the tip of his cock before you start stroking him again.

Suna’s face quickly contorts in absolute pleasure because you know exactly how to make him feel good, yet his initial facial expression is one of absolute shock.

“I fucking knew it”, he grunts and rolls his eyes yet again, “I knew you’d take advantage of this and brat out on me.”

“Huh? I didn’t even do anything, don’t be mean now! I used my manners, looked at you and called you Daddy, how is that being a brat?”

Suna squints at you with furrowed brows, his tattooed chest tinted in the sweetest shades of red, as well as his cheeks and his bit swollen lips.

“I told you to t-take it easy, Baby, I’m way too close and I haven’t even gotten a taste of you.”

You know Rintarou’s worried about disappointing you by letting himself indulge in the sweet pleasure you’re providing him, which is why he’s slowly losing his patience.

“Mhm, sure”, you just mumble and suck on his tip, humming softly when the salty taste of his precum hits your tastebuds.

Before Rin, you’ve never even liked the thought of sucking someone’s cock, yet with him it’s become something you’re actually craving and you have absolutely no idea why and how.

“How about you untie me, hm, Baby? You’ve been so stressed lately, let Daddy take care of his angel, wouldn’t want you to overdo it, right?”

You can hear the desperation in his words as well as his voice, and even if that wasn’t the case, reading Suna’s body language has become the easiest thing for you personally, and you can tell his current mood just from the way he’s pulling at the ropes around his wrists.

“No”, you reply calmly, and take the whole of his length down your throat, swallowing around him just to hum once his sweet moans and deep grunts fill the thick air of your shared bedroom.

Rintarou’s eyes roll into the back of his head and for a solid minute, he feels like he’s going to pass out from how close he is to cumming, only for you to pull away the second he decides to let himself indulge in the sweetness of his relief.

You simply get back on your knees and let your eyes roam over his strong body, your hands are firmly placed on his thick thighs and currently caress his sensitive skin, whereas Rin tries his very best not to lose his mind from the sudden lack of pleasure.

“What the fuck”, is the first coherent thing the professional athlete manages to produce after a row of deep, animalistic grunts and moans had left his throat and for a short moment, you feel sorry for your sweet boyfriend.

“What the fuck are you doing, Baby? I was so fucking close”, Suna spits and throws his head back in annoyance, his big cock twitching right in front of you and if it wasn’t for your plan of fulfilling every bit of your fantasy, you would have just let him cum.

“You’re okay, Daddy”, you smile and move away from in between his legs, at least one of your hands remains on his body as you come to sit right next to his head.

“Untie me, Baby, come on. This was fun and all but Daddy really needs to cum and I mean this, don’t play with my patience”, Rin’s voice is still hoarse, yet a lot stricter and less soft than just a few minutes ago. You know you’re doing something you usually would never even think of because you just want to be his good girl and his pleasure is the only thing on your mind, yet for some reason to see and have him at your complete mercy like this is the reason for the wetness on your inner thighs.

“You’re doing well, Daddy, I promise”, you say with a big smile and pull him into a needy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth and moaning softly when he digs his teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip.

“F-Fuck, Baby”, Rin whispers and chases your lips once you pull away, his cheeks tinted in the sweetest shades of red and at the way he needily licks the last bits of your spit from his mouth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Spit in my mouth, Angel.” The request is random and slightly overwhelming, not because he hasn’t asked you to do just that before but rather because you weren’t expecting him to sound as needy as he does.

“Of course, Daddy”, you say and nudge your nose with his, placing the softest open mouthed kiss on his parted lips to make sure he’s longing for more, “how could I ever say no to you, hm?”

Suna hates the way his cock twitches in excitement at your words, your voice and your touch. He knows he’s not being pushed into submission yet he can’t help just how much your confidence and control is driving him crazy.

He knows you’re being a tease and you’re being way too good at it for his personal liking, yet the urge to just let his sweet girl do whatever the fuck she wants to him is almost overwhelming.

Before you can say another word, Rintarou parts his lips and sticks his tongue out, his green eyes never once leaving yours and when the sweetest little whimper escapes your throat, he knows everything is still the way he’s used to it.

You reach for your boyfriend’s face, gently cupping his cheeks and nudging your nose against his before you pull away and let a thick drop of your spit fall onto the back of his hot muscle.

As soon as Rin gets a taste of your saliva, he lets out a deep grunt and you can feel his cock twitching against your lower tummy, his reactions easily making your head spin and for a moment you even consider just letting him do whatever he wants.

“Good girl”, the praise is the only thing Suna manages to mumble, since you randomly decide to straddle his lap and press your wet cunt against his rock hard cock, making his eyes roll into the back of your head as he tries his best to maintain his composure.

“Do you think I can make you cum like this?” Your voice is soft and innocent, your eyes are glossy and needy, yet your question seems to be the complete opposite and if it wasn’t for all the arousal clouding his brain, Suna would have scolded you for teasing him.

“I don’t give a fuck how you do it, just please make me cum, Baby”, Rin replies and gulps harshly, aware of just how desperate he sounds but the feeling of your warm cunt dragging along his shaft is driving him absolutely crazy.

You chuckle in response to his pleas, slowly moving your hips to apply just the right amount of pressure on his cock and focusing on his leaking tip with each movement. There’s just something so…hot about watching the way your usually so composed and stern Daddy is slowly falling apart from that little bit of teasing and you can’t help but get addicted to the feeling.

“Oh? What’s wrong, Daddy? Are you okay?”, you reply with a faux pout on your lips, trying your best not to giggle as excitement rushes through your veins.

With a sudden thrust of his hips, Rintarou grunts warningly and furrows his brows once he realizes how much you enjoy seeing him like this and if it wasn’t for the frustration of being denied his relief for the second time, he would have been a lot less harsh.

“Stop fucking playing with me, Baby, just guide me inside and fuck me properly”, he hisses through gritted teeth, his cheeks reddening even further as he looks into your eyes, yet moans as soon as you rub your pretty cunt against his sensitive tip.

Usually he needs way more than just that little bit of stimulation, but after weeks of being busy and not even finding the time to fuck his fist, the professional athlete is a lot easier than he would have ever thought.

“First, I want you to cum for me like this, Daddy”, you say calmly and get comfortable on his thighs again just to spit on the tip of his cock and calmly wrap your fingers around his shaft to give him a few gentle strokes and attentively watch the way his whole body tenses up.

Suna just lets out another row of long, raspy moans which are almost about to sound like actual whimpers and you can’t help but gulp harshly as your cunt starts clenching in response to his sweet noises.

Your eyes roam his flushed face like it’s the only thing you’ve ever done, yet there’s something in your head which pushes you even further to the sweet line of your boyfriend’s edge, despite your awareness of his slowly declining patience. Maybe it’s the way he bucks his hips up into your touch in absolute despair or maybe it’s the thought of watching him fall apart underneath your touch, yet regardless of the reason, you still find yourself slowing down the movements of your hands as soon as his breathing gets heavier, less regulated and his little moans turn into rather guttural grunts.

“Faster, Baby, come on, I’m so close”, his words confirm your observations and with wide eyes you do as you’re told to see just how far you can push him.

Rintarou feels a wave of actual relief wash over his body as the first few jolts of pleasure run down his spine and he can physically feel himself tumbling over the edge, only for you to pull away as soon as his cock starts twitching in your hands.

For a whole minute, your boyfriend seems absolutely speechless. Not a single coherent word passes his lips as he gasps for air and throws his head back into the pillow to calm himself down, not quite understanding what’s going on.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to hide your cheeky smile, you don’t want your precious Daddy to see (or notice just yet) how much you’re enjoying his current state, all while calmly caressing his thick thighs and gently littering his tattooed chest in open mouthed kisses.

“What the actual fuck, Baby? What the fuck are you doing? I was – what the fuck?”

Suna’s always been one to swear a lot, even back in his High School days, yet whenever he seems to struggle to form a single sentence without a profanity, that’s when you know he’s quite close to his last limits.

“I thought you wanted me to fucking cum, Baby, why the fuck did you stop?” For some reason you can’t help but pout at the fact he’s still using his favorite petname for you, when the frustration has taken over every bit of his being.

“I changed my mind, Daddy”, you reply and move away from his legs to kneel next to his handsome face, placing one of your hands on his cheek and chuckling softly at the way he easily moves into your touch, “I promise you’re gonna get to cum very soon, okay?”

“What the fuck does that even mean, Baby? Come on now, you’ve had your fun, right? Untie me so I can finally fuck my sweet little angel-”, but you don’t really give your boyfriend the chance to finish his sentence as you straddle his face and sigh softly once you finally feel his perfect mouth on your ruined cunt.

Rin tries to fake a little protest, yet instantly folds as soon as he gets a taste of your sweet juices and before either one of you realizes, he’s sucking your needy clit into his hot mouth.

“Fuck”, his voice is even deeper than just a few minutes ago, his eyes fluttering close as he indulges in the sweet taste of your pussy spreading in his mouth and taking over all of his senses, “I missed this pretty cunt so fucking much.”

And without even giving you the opportunity to respond, Rin starts eating you out like a man starved. Loud slurping noises, deep grunts and sloppy licking sounds start filling the space of your shared bedroom as you move your hips against his mouth and try your best not to lose your mind from the feeling of stimulation you’ve been missing oh so much these past few weeks. You both know you can’t cum like this, not when he can’t use his fingers, yet you feel like you’re actually floating in the sweetest haze of pleasure and you simply can’t seem to stop yourself from getting lost.

You gently pull at his hair, grinding your cunt against his pretty face and let out every single noise which dares to enter your throat, since you, much like your boyfriend, haven’t had the energy to make yourself cum these past few days and have way too much pent up frustration to simply care.

“Baby”, Suna suddenly says and lets out a deep sigh after swallowing one more time.

“Hm?”

“You’re close, aren't you? But Daddy can’t make you cum like this, right?”

All you do is let out a confirming hum in response to his words yet again, way too deep in your pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

“Untie me then, Angel, come on”, Suna mumbles and pulls on the ropes around his wrists again to remind you of his current situation, not expecting you to giggle at his attempt of taking advantage of your clouded brain.

“That was cute, Daddy”, you mumble and get off of his face again, purring like a cat when the cold air hits your drenched cunt, just to straddle his lap right away.

“But your Baby’s a lot stronger than this, don’t you know? Gonna make sure to make the best of this as much as I can.”

Suna can’t help but smile once his words hit you. You’re way too adorable for your own good and if it wasn’t for his painful hard on, he would have been able to focus on the sweet warmth spreading in his chest as an almost automatic reaction to your behavior.

But from the way your eyes have gotten even glossier and your words sound a lot more slurred than just a few minutes ago, Rintarou can tell you’re close to breaking, he knows you like the back of his hand.

For a moment, your boyfriend holds his breath as he calmly watches the way you reach in between your legs to grab his rock hard cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as you line his angry tip up with your cute hole.

“That’s it, there you go”, he exhales loudly and presses the words through his gritted teeth, his knuckles turn white in the process from how hard he’s gripping the ropes and just the way he seems to be oh so eager makes you head spin.

“Look at me, Daddy.”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Rintarous lids flutter open and he locks his glossy gaze with yours, absolute despair gleaming in the sweet green surrounding his iris – just how you wanted it to be.

“Come on, Angel, show Daddy how well you can fuck him, yeah, Make me proud.”

And with those words, Suna easily pulls you back into the haze of his dominance as he plays into your urge to please him, so the only thing your body manages to do is to slowly start sinking down on his hard length.

The feeling his tip stretching your sensitive cunt elicits a row of loud groans from the both of you and despite trying your absolute hardest to maintain the eye contact, you have no choice but to throw your head back and whimper.

“Hey, hey”, Rin grunts and gently bucks his hips up to push his cock even deeper into your cunt, but also making you shift your atteng back to him, “don’t you dare look anywhere but me, got it? Wanna watch the way you look when you cum on my cock, Baby.”

You nod in response and try to stop your cunt from clenching around his length as the previous sweetness from your stolen high starts coating the muscle of your tongue again, only to fail miserably.

It’s been too long and after being with him for such a long time, you’re too greedy to care about anything else.

It takes another minute for you to sink down on his cock completely, and once he’s bottomed out, you gently place your hands on his flushed chest and try to catch your breath.

“W-Wanna untie you, Daddy”, you suddenly whisper and slowly move your hips, your thighs already burning from how much you’ve been eningtensing up. “I want you to take over, please.”

However, Suna just shakes his head, not once averting his gaze from your pretty face.

“You’ve got this, Angel, I know it. My pretty girl’s gonna make her Daddy cum so good, aren’t you, Baby? Go on, fuck me.”

His words of encouragement are a hidden demand, but Rintarou knows you’re too fucked out to notice – it’s so cute. The tiniest taste of his cock filling your cunt and his perfect, obedient Baby’s back to the point where not a single thought lingers in her sweet brain.

You take a short moment to regain your composure before you sit up again and slowly start circling your hips, grinding into him and finally giving the two of you some of the relief you’ve been craving oh so much.

Rintarou’s eyes sparkle with pride as he calmly thrust his hips up to meet the movements of yours, grunting and moaning at how good your pretty cunt feels around his cock.

It doesn’t take too long for you to grow absolutely impatient, though. All of a sudden you start picking up the pace of your movements, gently yet firmly pulling your body up and sinking down on his length to make sure his tip hits your sweet spot each time and before you can even think about it, Suna pushes you to the edge of your high with just his words.

“Rub your clit for me, Angel”, he grunts and pulls his abused bottom lip between his teeth to hold back his noises, only to let out the raspiest whimper the moment your cunt tightens around his cock from the stimulation on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Good girl.”

Those two deadly words of praise make you gasp for air as a huge wave of pleasure breaks down on you and you can’t help but whimper when you feel your juices sticking to your inner thighs.

“I want your fingers in my mouth”, the request comes out of nowhere, yet is definitely not random. If there’s one thing about Suna Rintarou, it’s sucking on your fingers whenever he’s about to cum and even if you’ve been expecting – or better said, anticipating it, you still can’t stop your body’s needy reaction to it.

Without missing another beat, you place your shaky hand on his chin and nervously push your fingers into his mouth, a high pitched moan falling past your lips as soon as you feel his hot tongue on your digits.

“Gonna cum with Daddy, yeah? You’re gonna make a mess of me, aren’t you, Princess? Go on then, look at me when you take my cum.”

With every single word, Suna thrusts his hips up to meet the sloppy circles of yours, his green eyes never once leaving yours before he harshly pulls on the robes to the point where they finally lose against his strength and before your brain can process it, you feel your loves hands groping and kneading every bit of flesh they can find.

However, as soon as his thumb reaches your clit, your high comes crashing down on you like a huge wave, almost drowning you in the process.

Your whole body tenses up, your cunt tightening around Suna’s cock like a god damn vice and pulling him over the edge as he cums inside of you and coats the inside of your spasming pussy with his creamy cum.

Whimpers, whines and even sobs are the only thing to fill the emptiness of your shared bedroom, your noises easily overshadowing your boyfriend’s deep grunts and guttural moans and if it wasn’t for the sweet taste of your high, you would have indulged in his perfect noises of pleasure.

You have absolutely no idea how long you’re cumming, all you know is the feeling of Rin’s nails digging into your waist as he tries his best to take the overstimulation after being edged for so long.

“Good girl”, he breathes and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, chuckling against your lips as soon as he feels your breath hitch in your throat, “my perfect little Princess, you did so well.”

“You too, Daddy”, you shoot back breathlessly, gently kissing his lips and then his cheeks followed by his chin and the tip of his flushed nose, “thank you so much for this. You’re so good to me.”

“No need to thank me, Angel Girl, might as well do this more often, hm?”

(✗ 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒) 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 (𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐱𝐱 𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐞 )

#haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou smut #sunarin smut #suna x female reader #haikyuu!! x reader #suna smut #suna rintarou x reader

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rizsu · 11 months

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gossip girls: dumbass edition oikawa, sunarin.

sum. when they reveal their gf for the first time.

contrary to the rumors, oikawa isn't quite the womanizer you'd believe he is. he's cute, tall, charming and athletic but his personality? it's okay — certainly not what his fanbase makes him out to be. in front of others, oikawa is a master at sweet-talking. he can joke his way out of trouble any time, any day. in front of his newly founded crush? he has back-up on speed dial.

oikawa is absolutely concerning at flirting. yes, he can flirt but that's up to a certain degree. he's all "wanna kiss?" until you agree. astonished is he at anyone that flirts back. dump all blame onto his fangirls that gush and faint over his presence.

and to that, we reach the current scenery: iwaizumi hajime versus oikawa toru — the trilogy. aoba johsai's male volleyball team knows no peace whenever their seniors step foot into the gym.

"what happened again..?" kindaichi's confusion results in a group-sigh. clearly he hasn't been here long enough.

"dunno. oikawa probably instigated it," munching on his straw, kunimi continues to become one with the floor, entertained by the personal television that blessed the gym today ( oikawa and iwaizumi ).

on another note, it's guessing game time! the reason behind their current bicker is:

a) oikawa toru

b) oikawa toru ( offender )

c) oikawa toru ( mildly offended )

d) oikawa toru ( victim )

answer? there isn't a single wrong one. in that exact order, oikawa unleashed the beast in iwaizumi. at first, 'twas a simple conversation; hanamaki and matsukawa gossiping at the sidelines while oikawa and iwaizumi did some warm-ups. all-in-all, hanamaki was the perpetrator here — curiosity dominated him which lead to him questioning oikawa, not caring about the consequences.

"say, toru, who's that girl you've been walking home with these days?" with his hands on his hip, hanamaki made sure to lace his question with attitude.

"oh right — who's the unlucky girl?" matsukawa joins.

stopping himself mid-jump, iwaizumi narrows his eyes at oikawa, "is this the reason for you slacking off?"

oikawa holds another volleyball, bouncing it on the floor as he whistles, "whatever could you possibly mean?"

and cue the dramatic background music as four teenagers stand in silence. one person thinks that someone's lying while the other three believe that the one person is feigning confusion.

"now don't play dumb, idioikawa," matsukawa teases.

"what the fuck is an IDIOIKAWA?!" offended, oikawa throws the ball at matsukawa — to which had failed to fulfill its purpose of hitting him.

"idiot oikawa but abbreviated — if that's the correct word," throwing back the ball, matsukawa high-fives hanamaki as he scored his goal ( oikawa's head ).

iwaizumi, however, is still confused. this must be the after-effects of having the group chat on muted. raising the net, iwaizumi crosses under the net and stands with both hands on hip. this stance means business.

"well. get to explaining," iwaizumi demands.

"you're so rude! no wonder you get no girls," oikawa's offended expression did not go unnoticed; but to him, he thinks that his insult went by smoothly. too smoothly. usually he feels the energy of iwaizumi towering over but.. it's calm.

both matsukawa and hanamaki share their gazes — a silent conversation occurred where matsukawa raised his eyebrows and hanamaki nodded. he's gonna get it, they both agree.

suna rintaro, osamu miya and atsumu miya sit in a tense silence. it's intense — the fate of their friendship lies in osamu's next move. what will he do? will he throw away 10 years of trust or will he save it by dumping the choice on atsumu?

the two hold their gazes on osamu — applying more pressure onto him. he's sweating, heaving, heart racing at what he should do as his next move. deciding to bet on doing something devious, he only hopes that the two can forgive him.

"literally fuck you, 'samu," suna curses, shoving a middle finger to osamu's way. after osamu, suna was to move next. now he's stuck because of his friend's move.

"BLESS YOU, TWIN!" atsumu cheers at osamu's move. he can only thank god that he wasn't after osamu.

suna's face sours as he looks at the amount of cards in his hand. he was close. he was so close to yelling "UNO!" yet osamu — osamu just had to drop a "+4" card on him. talk about fake.

"i'm sorry rin — i couldn't give you that win," osamu tries his best to diffuse suna's anger. when it comes to uno, osamu will do anything to be the winner. anything.

"yeah, okay. and you wonder why i talk to y/n more," suna grumbles.

"oh —" stopping himself, atsumu slaps a palm over his mouth. he is shocked — how can his twin counter this!?

osamu's eyes bulge. the forbidden truth has been revealed. he must — at any cost — tank and counter suna's attack.

"you finally got a girl, huh? you're catching up to me!" osamu teases, giving himself a pat on the back for his comeback.

atsumu's hands goes behind his head. his mouth opens in shock, "oh... if i was you, rin.."

suna's clenches his jaw. he knows he cannot heal himself from the -10 HP lost. gearing up his weapon ( a pillow ), suna slaps it on osamu's face. if he can't win verbally, he'll win physically.

what in god's name are they doing? suna's mother judges from the kitchen. she decided to make some homemade snacks for the boys but it seems like they're too busy to eat them..

i am forever a sunarin girl dont forget

#+ rizsu: haikyuu.#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #suna x reader #oikawa toru x reader #suna rintarou x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu drabbles

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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secret-engima · 10 months

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Kumo Thoughts

So this will hopefully be quick but the most common take I see for Kumo in the Naruto fandom is that it's a overly militaristic hellhole (pardon the language) that kidnaps and forcibly breeds any bloodline it can get its hands on and like.

I get it?

the Naruto ninja world is absolutely messed up enough to accommodate a village like that. Especially with- *waves at Kiri*, *waves at ROOT*, *waves at Ame*, *wa-*. But I feel like personally I think that's. The shallowest take? Like if that's how you wanna world build it! You can! Lots of angst and interesting subterfuge down that way.

But we seen in canon that shinobi who live in Really horrible villages do tend to go missing-nin en masse; Kiri is the poster child for this, but Iwa and Suna both have some ... pretty noticeable defections. On the flip side the only REAL Kumo missing-nin we see, iirc, are the Kinkaku brothers.

From The First Shinobi War.

Like- what are things we know about Kumo *really* from the show/s?

and the one everyone harps on in worldbuilding- they tried to kidnap Hinata and Kushina.

HOWEVER. The rest of the things we know about them are:

2. Their Raikage is allergic to doors. He refuses to acknowledge doors. He can and will smash through any wall, window, or other non-door entity in order to exit or enter a room when at all possible. This is not the behavior of a Strict Rigid Militaristic Man this is the behavior of a feral gorilla someone stuffed in an office and expected to do paperwork. Which, granted, A is fully capable of doing his paperwork, by all accounts he's actually really good at running his village. But again. This man is allergic to doors or manners and anyone who is willing to arm wrestle Senju Tsunade to get medical assistance for his own men can't be all bad let's be real.

3. Killer B exists. I feel like he alone is enough evidence against the "military breeding program hellhole" fanon but to break it down. This "brother" of A is not actually his brother. In canon, B is literally just- *some kid*, AT BEST a cousin of the previous Jinchuuriki but that is not confirmed iirc, that was among several other kids that were all lined up and told "we need a new Jinchuuriki and A needs a fighting buddy, run at this training dummy and see if you can help him decapitate it" and when B was the one who succeeded they went "congrats you're his brother now, here's your complimentary octopus monster". And like everyone just accepts this? Not a SINGLE person calls B as a fake brother or points out that he and A are not actually related. Not to mention B has the strongest and most stable relationship with his Biju until Naruto and Kurama work out their bromance, and B was rocking that friendship with his biju *years* before Naruto even knew Kurama was a Thing That Existed.

4. B is also beloved by his village. BELOVED. The people adore him and his weird rapping nonsense. And yeah there's flashbacks in the anime to that not being the case when he was first introduced but B was actually able to work on changing their minds. You really think "small feral child rapping at civilians to make them warm up to him" would have flown in Kiri? In Iwa who canonically keep abusing their jinchuuriki to the point of running off? Nope. No sir. B is also allowed to have a team of his own, and seems to not only be an accepted member of the village but also a much trusted and beloved one who is even allowed his own team? Even Konoha doesn't have that good a track record lbr. It took Naruto face punching the guy who just committed genocide on the entire village for Konoha to go "you know what? We like you now".

5. One of the only other jinchuuriki we see that has fully mastered their Biju state and is on good terms with their Biju while also not being a missing-nin (or brainwashed and then immediately dead) is ALSO a Kumo ninja. Namely the holder of the Two Tails. Now on the wiki it says that she was put through a "detestable" training program but we all know how inconsistent Kishi is with... everything worldbuilding ever. And if we go off behavior alone from the brief scenes with her, Yugito Nii is?? Really stable??? And solid with her Biju??? She gave her pawprint for an Uchiha child's book of cat paw prints for crying out loud.

6. throughout the entire show, Jinchuuriki are consistently treated as the lowest class citizens. In basically every village. Naruto in Konoha, Kushina cried when she realized Minato was going to make Naruto a Jinchuuriki and put him through what she went through growing up as one so you know she didn't have a great time either, GAARA is his own entire dissertation on Jinchuuriki treatment and stability, Fuu was raised by the village leader of her village but had zero friends and was canonically super lonely and isolated, Han and Roku straight up ran away from Iwa because of whatever they were put through, a maneuver only repeated in another village by Utakata from Kiri. But in Kumo we find two jinchuuriki who have mastered their biju, are well respected by their peers and fellow citizens, and are basically treated like any other really weirdo ninja from the village barring needing to be monitored with bodyguards in B's case, which is mostly because he keeps running away to go train under rap artists so you can understand why A is ready to go frothing at the mouth feral at his brother sometimes.

All I'm saying is that if even the village's "monsters" are treated that way, why does everyone stick with the fanon that they're a breeding, bloodline stealing hellhole?

Imo it would be WAY more fun to world build Kumo as the feral mountain ninja-mandalorians of the Elemental Nations, who have a reputation for bloodline theft because they keep finding Actual Strays, Refugees from other villages, and Illegitimate bloodline children and going: YO ANYONE GONNA ADOPT THIS? and not waiting for an answer. Your a missing ninja from Kiri and you're fed up with both them and missing-nin life and want to come work for us? Great. Oh you also have a valuable kekkei genkai that can be inherited? Awesome have you heard of our red light district and child support program or better yet our tax deductible program for marrying one of our lovely civilians and raising a family here where no bloodline purges will ever happen ever. Oh you're a stray Uzumaki on the run from bloodline hunters? Well we may have been involved in destroying Uzushio (depends on your fan interpretation since canonically we do not know which villages did that other than Not Konoha) but we also have hot food, good housing, high ninja standards of living, and free weekly entertainment in betting when our Raikage is going to launch his desk at his brother like a high speed missile because B's rapping got too cringy.

Let Hinata's and Kushina's kidnapping either be the exception to their usual playbook of how they acquire bloodlines (hey it's not their fault if the other villages can't keep it in their pants/can't inspire loyalty) OR have it be seen, culturally in Kumo, as something more akin to a rescue mission. Yes these two girls are useful and have useful bloodlines, that's tactically wise, but also have you SEEN how Konoha treats their jinchuuriki? They have seal master princess and are treating her like a dog on a leash! And literally everyone knows what the Hyuuga do to their own kids if they aren't main branch, and we can't rescue any of those kids without their eyeballs exploding and them dying but hey we can snag the heiress and then any kids she has won't have to be branded so-.

Like I feel that would be so much more INTERESTING? Instead of having Konoha be the only "nice" village and make this weird tonal dissonance for how the "nice" village has the most incompetent leadership (Sarutobi) and underground atrocities (Danzo and Orochimaru) while every other village is Horrible All The Time For Everyone why not have Kumo be actually Really Functional and treat their shinobi and Jinchuuriki well and their horrible reputation is *mostly* (not entirely, because. Ninja.) be cultural clashes between the feral mountain ninja and Everyone Else and propaganda from the other villages who would like their shinobi to STOP DEFECTING TO KUMO PLEASE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAVE DENTAL.

Seriously I feel like there is so much more you could do with that angle than just "yet another shinobi village that is Bad and Awful and Needs The Power of Friendship yet somehow has this really stupid goofy jinchuuriki man who loves his brother and his village shut up don't think about it".

#Secret Engima Rambles #naruto #naruto worldbuilding #ninja economics #naruto economics #kumo #naruto kumo #long post

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kimbapisnotsushi · 6 months

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ojiro aran headcanons bc @luminouschaotic asked me if i had thoughts (which was. a while back) but i'm out of town for two weeks in a couple days and won't be on much so i wanted to get this done before then so LET'S GO!!

aran has like spidey-sense Chaos Instincts™️ honed by years of taking care of the miyas so much so that on his first day at inarizaki he feels a tingle down his spine and turns around just in time to catch akagi michinari falling out of a tree

aran, being the kind soul that he is, goes over to help. because if there's anything the miyas have taught him it's that if you don't intervene early on there WILL be even more severe consequences down the line than if you'd just helped them in the first place

it basically goes "hi i'm ojiro what do you need me to do and how much plausible deniability can i get from this"

don't worry akagi had just been get a paper airplane bc he might be a little shit but he's a little shit with morals who cares about the environment

he didn't get the airplane the branch broke before he could

akagi tells aran that he's going to try one more time and asks aran to stand under the tree so that aran can catch him if he falls again and aran's dreading the day akagi and the twins will finally meet

i actually think it WOULD be funny if kita and akagi had been childhood friends or something previously bc a) SOMEONE had to have been akagi's handle before high school and b) it just makes sense in my head

also i think a fundamental aspect of the shiratorizawa and inarizaki rivalry that we're overlooking is reon and aran bonding

like. they get it. they know what it's like. loving a place that does not always loves you back. having a home that does not always feel like a home. it can be hard, sometimes. but if there's one thing they agree on it's that their teams ALWAYS have their backs

(lev and liam my lovelies i have NOT forgotten about you)

also this just makes the whole "aran's irrational fear is tendou satori" a thousand times funnier

since it's established that aran references older pieces of media i like to think that means he sits down with like idk his grandparents probably and they watch all kinds of things together

sometimes the only other people who get aran's references are people who ALSO sit down and watch things with their grandparents (kuroo, kageyama, kita. . . )

the haikyuu club of good grandchildren . . .

anyways so that's how kita and aran become friends!!

oh my god . . . do you guys think his sister had those small kid puppy crushes on any of his friends . . . .

my vote is akagi or the miyas do you know how funny that would be

i think a bit that akagi does with aran is saying "oh my god this is just like [insert fictional media here]" when something (usually an Event™️ involving the miyas) happens and aran going "STOP SAYING THIS IS JUST LIKE [??] AND HELP ME"

when the third years graduate aran gives gin a gift and tells him not to open it until he gets home

when gin does open it he finds a booklet titled "how to survive the miyas: a comprehensive guide by ojiro aran" and it's at least a hundred pages long

the first page is an emergency contact list with the numbers of the miyas' parents, aran's parents, and every hospital/clinic within a fifteen-mile radius

definitely prefers a real newspaper to a digital one

i think the whole of the inarizaki third years are tech-averse tbh if you took them to one of those restaurants with the little robot servers with screens for faces they'd slow blink at it like really confused cats

this sucks especially for suna bc every time he gives his phone to one of them when he wants pictures of himself with someone or something they always come out blurry or too much exposure or some shit

i think aran and oomimi go hiking with each other on the weekends and are always pestering everyone else to go with them

they win when they promise everyone, yes, we can go out for brunch and boba after

(do the twins fall into a stream while trying to cross it? yes. did they still go to brunch afterwards, sopping wet? also yes. aran doesn't think he's ever laughed harder in his life.)

#as always hope y'all had fun!!#ojiro aran #akagi michinari #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #miya osamu #miya atsumu #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #honorable mention to:#ohira reon #AND #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

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cottonlemonade · 2 days

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Hello again it's me. I may I please have a menu B with strawberry milk and purin and I'll sit next to Ren Oomimi please

The Wrath Of Oomimi Ren

word count: 818 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Oomimi x chubby!Reader (feat. Atsumu)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy jealous upperclassman Oomimi, as manager

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It was never a good sign to see the twins huddled together with Suna in an obviously plotting manner. Whispers and giggles, a short screech of approval here or there - it was all rather disconcerting.

Oomimi frowned and went back to his conversation with the other two third years. However, he didn’t let the chaotic trio out of his sight. Kita wasn‘t here yet, being stuck in a meeting of the class presidents, so it fell upon him, Michinari and Aran to keep the younger members of the team in check until the training began (certainly a three person job). The gym door opened and their trainer along with their manager came in, the cute kohai holding a water carrier in each hand. Almost automatically he made a move to hurry over and take them off your hands but one side glance towards the menaces from year two stopped him in his tracks. He had already been too obvious about his crush on their curvy manager, having gushed about you one too many times to his classmates in the locker room. Even though, “gushed“ might have been the wrong word. He talked about you. Too often.

Thinking out loud if the team should invite you along for an after training snack run to the nearby convenience store or wondering if you‘d maybe be interested in joining them for a (not really) friendly game of Mario Kart that weekend. Or invite you to a movie with them. Or suggesting to have you join their study group. Or sit with them at lunch. Or if they should bring you a bun when they went by a bakery on their way to school.

Everyone knew about his crush, even the trainer. Except, of course, you.

To you, Oomimi was a thoughtful, albeit quiet player who was an important component to Inarizaki‘s defense along with Suna. To you, he was simply being polite and tried to include you as often as possible. And, to be honest, he was the reason why you joined the team as the manager.

Whenever you called for the team’s attention for the coach, Oomimi was the first to come running but always stopped himself a few meters before reaching you, slowing his steps and suddenly becoming very interested in retying his shoes or straightening his jersey as to not make it seem like he was too eager to get to you. He knew he had an intimidating aura and the last thing he wanted was to scare you by towering over you.

And today was no exception.

Once Kita arrived the team gathered in a half circle around you and the trainer - Oomimi stole glances at you throughout the coach’s game plan. When it was time for the warm up drills, he paused in his movements when he saw that instead of dispersing like the rest of the team, the chaotic trio stayed behind to talk to you while Coach Kurosu went outside to take a phone call.

“How about it, y/n-chan?”, he heard Atsumu say loudly, “This friday night. We can go to the arcade or see a movie.“ The setter shuddered, feeling a sudden icy chill on the back of his neck but soldiered on, “Why aren’t ya sayin’ anythin’? Don’t wanna go on a date with me?”

He was sure when he turned around he would come face to face with Kita but instead he stared at the chest of the middle blocker, slowly raising terrified eyes to look at him.

“H-hey, Oomimi-san.”, he stuttered, “I was just askin’ our manager to go out with me.”

“I know, the whole gym could hear ya.”, Oomimi replied calmly.

“O-okay then. Uhm… would ya give us a bit of space so she can answer me?”

Oomimi looked at you - your face telling a detailed story of confusion and reluctance.

“No.”, he said, glaring down at Atsumu.

“And why is that?”, Atsumu asked, hoping his knees wouldn’t give out. He hated Osamu and Suna for this. Sure, the sacrifice for their cause was chosen via rock, paper, scissors but now that The Wrath of Oomimi Ren was upon him, he really badly wanted to reconsider, even if that would give his friends the right to his lunch desserts for the next month.

“Well…” Oomimi hadn’t thought that far. “Because…-“

“Because I’d actually much rather go out with Oomimi-san.”, you said, cheeks as red as tomatoes, “Sorry, Tsumu. You’re … okay and all but I’m not interested.”

Osamu and Suna doubled over with laughter - the latter still holding up his phone to capture the moment for all eternity.

Atsumu would have been extremely offended if he wasn’t so relieved that the giant third year was too distracted by your confession to hurt him and grabbing his brother and friend by the sleeves dragged them off to leave you and Oomimi to blush at each other in private.

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a/n: thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoyed it ^^ 🌟

#sunnys school lunches #oomimi ren #omimi ren #omimi #omimi ren x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #omimi ren x reader #ren omimi #omimi x chubby reader #omimi x reader #hq fluff #omimi fluff #oomimi fluff #omimi ren fluff #oomimi ren fluff

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astrowaffles · 1 year

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Stopping the JNT from being arrested: a comprehensive rulebook by Iwaizumi H.

General Audiences | Chaos, attempt at humour

1. A volleyballer in prison is a volleyballer who won't be volleyballing for a long, long time.

2. If you see Sakusa and Atsumu "sharing hand sanitizer" by holding hands, say nothing.

3. Just because Kageyama always catches him does not make Hinata less banned from jumping on our setter. If either of you are injured then we are in deep trouble.

4. Just because Oikawa is in the proximity does not mean you can send out search parties to find and assassinate him. See rule 1.

OR: Whoever's idea it was to put the entire monster generation on one team, Iwaizumi hopes both sides of their pillow are warm tonight.

The JNT Rulebook

Failure to meet these rules will result in suspension from the Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team, if you aren't arrested first.

sincerely,

Iwaizumi H.

1. A volleyballer in prison is a volleyballer who won't be volleyballing for a long, long time.

a) it's no use phoning home for bail. the last time we tried that, Akaashi spent the whole two minute phone call cackling. - Bokuto

2. If you see Sakusa and Atsumu "sharing hand sanitizer" by holding hands, say nothing.

3. Just because Kageyama always catches him does not make Hinata any less banned from jumping on our setter. If either of you are injured then we are in deep trouble.

4. Just because Oikawa is in the proximity does not mean you can send out search parties to find and assassinate him. See rule 1.

5. If Hoshiumi is seen one more time with Hinata on his shoulders to "bring revenge down on the heads of everyone over 5'8"" we will be forced to tape them both to the floor.

6. Just because Kuroo said it does not mean it is true.

a) No, you will not jump higher if you drink out of the JVA's special water bottles.

b) No, Kuroo is not obligated to tell the whole truth "because we're buddies". Kuroo can leave out whatever bits he likes, which is why what he says is usually Not True.

7. Gravity is real and if it wasn't, volleyball wouldn't work.

8. If you continue to rickroll Kageyama he will stop opening his emails out of sheer fear, and we need him to read his official communications. Stop it.

9. Do not trust what Kenma says. Remember he is funding Kuroo's shenanigans.

10. If the "your mom" jokes don't stop, Suna Rintarou will be put into isolation.

a) "your brother" and "your twin" jokes are equally unacceptable, as our reserve setter appears to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.

b) "your cousin" jokes are banned by proxy to prevent said reserve setter being murdered by Sakusa.

11. Oikawa is trying to annoy you into revealing our strategies. If you feel you may fall into his trap, avoid him or fetch the athletic trainer (me), who will deal with him accordingly.

12. Bokuto: one more rant about Akaashi and I will call him personally, and you can explain to him why you are slacking off at practice.

13. Taking pictures of Hoshiumi with a rat filter on is not funny.

14. Throwing volleyballs is not an effective method of communication.

15. Ridiculous service ace competitions are to be reserved for private practice. Atsumu does not need another black eye.

16. Hinata and Kageyama are hereby banned from communicating with just eyebrow raising. It's creepy and Bokuto was very close to hiding himself in a cupboard yesterday.

a) this also applies to talking in tandem.

b) it also applies to finishing each other's sentences.

17. Ushijima is the captain and if he says throwing flying squirrels out of the top floor window to "see if they actually fly" is a bad idea, then it is a bad idea.

18. Atsumu is the reserve setter and therefore does not need be on court "in case Kageyama trips".

19. If calling your old highschool captains is what it takes to get you to work, I will do so.

20. Personal questions about Oikawa are banned.

21. Team Brazil players are banned from the Team Japan village. If I find any I will decapitate them.

22. Atsumu is not a tiny baby, he is 6'1''. Just because that makes him one of the smallest on the team does not make him short. Refrain from pushing him into insanity this early in the season.

23. Arm wrestling is banned.

a) I will always win and it is stupid to think that it will ever change. No, your lucky underwear does not make a difference, Bokuto.

24. Either Yaku takes his voice down a notch or I take his kneecaps.

25. If you were represented by a bird in highschool, you are hereby banned from making any important decisions.

a) I am well aware this excludes our captain from making decisions. I stand by that.

26. Kageyama cannot speak Italian so please stop harassing him for lessons.

27. Eavesdropping on other teams is not banned but it is frowned upon by the Olympic committee. Don't get caught.

28. Don't bother eavesdropping on Oikawa, it won't get us anywhere. I already know his main strategies anyway.

29. Sakusa is a grown man, no you cannot adopt him.

30. Meian Shugo is a lovely man who will not appreciate being dragged out to Tokyo. Jackals, keep your chaos away from me.

31. One more heavy sigh from Komori will push me off the edge. Shut it.

32. It scares everyone shitless when they hear high-pitched screams in the middle of the night. Someone buy Sakusa some pesticide.

a) Bokuto you are not scared of spiders, there is no need for you to scream too.

34. I appreciate that we have an A team and a B team, but we are all Team Japan, so the expressions "bench warmer", "loser", "second place", "spare parts" and "extra Kageyama" are all banned.

a) no-one seems to care that we have two liberos as well as two setters. Targeting Atsumu is not tolerated. Keep it in your heads.

b) yes, that includes Sakusa. He does not have a "bullying Atsumu pass", no matter what he says.

35. Bringing a tape measure to games so you can find out who's the tallest person in the room and then attempting to fight them is definitely frowned upon. I am assigning Ushijima to guard Hoshiumi.

36. I am well aware that Sakusa is MSBY's guard dog. Luckily the JNT is full of terrifying men over 6'0'', so he can stop growling whenever an "enemy" walks past.

37. Speaking of height, Kageyama is far too big to be racing around gyms. In fact, so are all of you. Hinata, stop encouraging it.

38. Barking at Team Argentina is not acceptable behaviour. It can actually be filed as a hate crime.

39. Ushijima is the team ace. It is irrelevant if Sakusa was #1 ace in highschool or not.

a) I would also take the complaints a lot more seriously if they were actually from anyone except Atsumu.

40. Being gay does not provide legal protection.

a) You cannot report a hate crime if the "hate crime" is Oikawa's existence.

b) even if you could, Oikawa is also gay.

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#hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #tooru oikawa

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ququb444hm · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

profiles 01 / malnourished art students + supportive parentals ☆

masterlist

warning(s): possible typos, slight swearing

🕯️— y/n kuroo. junior year art student specializing in the fine arts at yūgen university. works a part-time job at a nearby flower shop, shinrinyoku flower shop, which is also the building of her shared apartment with cecily moore aka her older brother’s girlfriend. has a little white mouse with black spots named cheese. lives off energy drinks because “they help my uh…brain work”. known to be very somnolent almost all the time but a bright ball of energy when she does get enough sleep. currently fawning over kozume kenma.

🍓 — morisuke yaku. has been yn’s best friend since middle school, and is also a junior year art student specializing in the fine arts at yūgen university, only difference is he is a sculptor rather than a painter. on the volleyball team; libero. has a handful of admirers due to his charming personality, which he gets from his upperclassmen friends, tooru and koushi, yet seems to be oblivious— which we all know is not true. has a golden retriever named milo. secretly in love with one of his best friends (hint: his name is rintarou suna)

🎧 — rintarou suna. met yn in their freshmen year of college. former theater kid, current junior year art student specializing in cinematography and film/video production. a drummer in a band with kozume. cliche bad boy, but his friends know he’s a real sweetheart deep down. secretly loves when people doodle on his converse. coffee fanatic. similar to yn with energy drinks except its large cups of coffee 24/7. not into relationships at the moment.

🫧 — koushi sugawara. loves kids! works as a part-time teacher’s assistant at a nearby elementary school. senior student studying to become a future teacher. tutors his friends on the side. acts like he’s tired of tooru but loves him so very much. can cook/bake and makes sure to prepare something for yn when crashing her apartment. basically the mom of the group.

🎐— tooru oikawa. senior college student studying fashion modeling. models part-time. one of the greatest lovesick fools ever for his boyfriend of 3 years, absolutely loves to show him off. cannot cook/bake for shit. has a surprisingly attentive personality when it comes to other people’s love lives, which is ironic because it took him months of denial and constant oblivion before realizing his true feelings for koushi. designated driver.

🌱 — cecily moore. has been dating tetsurou for almost a year. college dropout, yet that didn’t stop her from becoming a successful business owner aka the owner of shinrinyoku flower shop. loves what she does, loves her friends! has known yn ever since middle school (she’s only two years older than her) and was the one to offer yn a room at the apartment above the flower shop. has a fish named marigold. thinks kozume is the only right person for yn and subtly encourages him to buy flowers for the pretty girl. an older sister to yn!

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note(s): sorry for the long descriptions! have a bad habit of rambling, hope u all enjoy (*^ーﾟ)b as always, none of the pictures used are mine!!

#🐈.thanksalotcupid #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x fem!reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x fem!reader #kenma x reader #kozume x reader #smau #kenma smau #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smau

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hellcifrogs · 8 months

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Akatsuki Rin Anon!

I'd like to think that initially she would be too griefstricken. But then around the same time that Danzo drafts Kakashi into root/ sows seeds of there being something more to the attack- Rin starts to feel the full frontal assault of Kushina and Minato not being there to protect her anymore.

By the time Kakashi has met Tenzo, Rin starts piecing together a scene of what may have gone wrong that night and even before during team Minato's missions- approaching all sorts of unsavory crowds and places in her quest for answers- as much as she can. Being drafted into root in the process.

And about the time the entire rescue Tenzo, and capture Orochimaru debacle goes down, she had been in Ame- but she actually goes against Root- saving Nagato and Konan. Because much like Kakashi she was also taught to not ignore what is right when she has the power to correct it. This makes her Danzo's enemy- she is thankfully not murdered because she becomes to Ame what Naruto became to Suna.

She approaches Sarutobi with her warnings, is dismissed, removed from root with Danzo being given a warning and then put on an even tighter surveillance because she had been seen talking to the snake sannin.

Rin plays along because she can't leave Naruto behind. She won't. It burns that she isn't able to take care of him or be in contact- even though she understands the reasoning. (Doesn't stop her from being mad and feeling betrayed at Kakashi and Obito for running away in their grief, and leaving both her and Naruto alone and behind). Anonymity is protection. That reasoning meets a swift and violent death when Naruto is sent to live on his own and barely a week later his Jinchuuriki status is leaked. Rin has seen and lived through enough, she knows how this song and dance would go. Had already been forced to live with it once before Minato became Hokage. Had lived through and heard accounts of the ostracisation and hate thrown towards Sakumo, Kakashi, Obito and Kushina. But unlike Naruto's case where the entire village was made aware, her status and Kushina's status had only been known among the very higher ups, And a few among her sensei's generation.

This village seems determined to kill everyone she holds dear. Whether it be in body, mind, spirit or all. She won't let them kill Naruto as well.

Keeping in mind how much more reckless Danzo has gotten in his attempts to assasinate her, the information she has collected over the years, what she learnt from Obito and Orochimaru, Sarutobi's dismissal and Danzo's interest in Naruto... she just takes Naruto and gets the hell out.

Oh and Obito is acting as a temporary peace figure among the Uchiha and Senju factions because of his wood release and everything. He actually played a major role in sucking away the tailed beast bomb while Minato was busy fighting Madara or whoever. So Uchiha didn't get as much flak. Obito is unaware that he has a puppet seal on him.... And that there is a white Zetsu clone on him and that black Zetsu is keeping tabs on him...

What I am saying is Obito may have been literally used as a puppet in some instances and is blissfully unaware of this ... for now. The only reason he is being allowed to stay in Konoha is a) to collect information b) as a unknowing spy c) to plant a white Zetsu mole and lastly to set the board to arrange the ultimate heartbreak that would be needed to make him willingly go along with Madara's plans. Which means yes- Kakashi is being targetted but Kakashi is also obnoxiously good at surviving the impossible so he is fine and that part isn't something to worry about for now.

Why's everyone just having these crazy good AU ideas around here? 👀✨️

#ask ffrogs

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rozaceous · 1 year

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Road to Ninja!Mariko? Or maybe a zombie apocalypse au Mariko? I’m sorry I only have very stupid ideas.

An AU where she is reincarnated earlier in canon? Like around 2nd or 3rd war?

anon, you had no way of knowing this, but my original naruto oc was not in fact mariko, though the two share any number of traits! i ended up abandoning that line bc i couldn't wrangle the amnt of foreknowledge required to make canon come out vaguely canon-like, my ideas about canon kept evolving, and there wasn't a plot so much as a few scenes i had in mind.

but here, have nohara yua, who got assigned to uchiha shisui's genin team. (yes, that nohara) she's end-of 3rd war era, approximately, bc kishimoto's timeline is...flexible. i know this isn't quite what you were poking at, but it's what i've got so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yua all but slams down the last of the dishes on the puny dining table in Sasuke's puny apartment before slamming herself down in front of it all.

"All right, kid," she says, starting to serve herself from the pot of stew. Sasuke warily follows suit. "We're gonna have a talk, and it'll be a bit gross because feelings are a thing, but bear with me. Itadakimasu."

"Itadakimasu."

Yua prods her stew until it's fully mixed with her rice. "Right. So, excepting my older sister with whom I do not get on most days ending in a y, and a friend who's probably crazier than me, I've basically lost everyone I've ever loved. Family, friends, mentors--my heart's a graveyard. And this isn't my idea of attempting compassion," she says warningly, not missing Sasuke's sudden curled lip. He frowns at her instead, caught out. "I'm telling you this because you should know from the get-go that I'm not what you might call emotionally stable. On the other hand, most shinobi aren't, but then again, most aren't quite the level of fucked up I've attained. Though I can name a few. Whatever. That said, I'm also really fucking good at my job."

She shovels a couple of bites into her mouth while Sasuke looks on with an expression of vague disgust at her lack of manners. Yua doesn't give a shit.

"The Academy's probably going to be doing away with early graduation entirely pretty soon since we aren't in wartime and no one wants to chance repeating your precious brother--" Sasuke flinches almost imperticibly and Yua tramples on "--but with that caveat, I graduated at the age of nine, got promoted to Chunnin at ten, and was a jounin by the time I was fourteen. I made the bingo books when I was twelve, and right now I'm listed anywhere from B to S rank. Depends on the country, but Suna's shit and practically lives to piss me off, so the day they give me the satisfaction of treating me like a real threat is the day they get snow in their forecast. They're just bitter that I'm better at wind jutsu than them anyways. Iwa and Kiri are better, though, they take me seriously and have a pretty accurate take on my abilities between the two of them.

"My honest self-assessment is that I'm A to S rank, depending on what type of work you're looking for. I'm not an all-rounder by any means. My taijutsu is decent, bukijutsu is acceptable, and my genjutsu are good but my repertoire is pretty small. I'm ninjutsu type, through and through, and that much I'm damn good at. There's maybe two ninja in the village that can give me a run for my money in ninjutsu, and one of them's the Hokage."

Sasuke has virtually abandoned his stew to stare at her beadily, interested despite himself.

"Now I did all that without any bloodline bullshit, without clan techniques, and almost exclusively being self-taught. And since you're clearly wondering why the fuck I'm telling you my résumé, I'll say: if you wanna learn, I'll teach you."

Sasuke's eyes flare wide and, never one to miss an opportunity to pause dramatically, Yua takes another couple bites.

"Why would you teach me?" Sasuke demands as soon as it's clear that she's not immediately going to explain herself. "I barely even know you."

Yua chokes on a laugh while mid-chew and then starts coughing. She ends up having to gulp water to clear her esophagus.

"Yeah, that's true enough," she admits once she has herself under control. "I've got no credentials as a teacher, either; I've always sort of brushed off taking on a genin team even though I'm sure I'd like it. Partly it's because once you teach someone something, even though you're technically responsible, you've got no control over how they use what you've taught them. Students go errant all the time. And partly it's that I'm an emotionally stunted softie who would imprint all over a bunch of baby genin and mother them within an inch of their lives.

"But I'm still hoping that you'll take me on, kid. Itachi wants to fuck up our lives? Fuck that, I say. He wants you to get strong, to live like shit, all full of unhappiness and hate just to have the chance of taking him in a fight?" Sasuke's hand is white-knuckled over his spoon. "Fuck that," Yua says passionately. "Fuck that asshole and fuck what he wants. I'll make you strong enough that there won't be a damn person in the world, not Itachi or anybody, who can tell you how to live your life. Because if I can give you my skill set, your eye magic baloney combined with the fact that you've got talent in spades and a damn good work ethic will mean that you'll be virtually untouchable."

It's true, too. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control would be able to steal and then duplicate any jutsu like Kakashi on steroids because of the lack of chakra drain from being able to properly turn off the doujutsu and the efficiency in performing those jutsu. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control who can use substitution jutsu so well that it's basically teleportation? Unmatched versatility in attacking, superior speed, evasion, illusions-- the word invulnerable comes to Yua's mind.

---

Yua decides that it's time to step in when Naruto is unconscious at Sasuke's feet and the transformation granted by the curse mark starts to recede from his body. She substitutes from her place in the trees to a spot atop the water in his line of sight, just far enough away that he isn't going to feel provoked. Nonetheless, he jolts when he sees her, and she feels the chakra rising in him as though to attack.

"Calm down," she says quietly, words nearly lost in the crashing rush of the waterfall behind her.

Sasuke's hands return to his side, but they're clenched into fists and he regards her warily.

"Yua." His voice is raspy, a little dull. And no wonder, if he's just finished attempting to beat the life out of his best friend only for his tutor to show up. "I'll fight you, too, if I have to."

There's no relish in the words.

"No," she says, still quiet, feeling like the moment deserves her solemnity. "I'd say you've demonstrated your resolve to leave. I won't be the one to drag you back."

---

Sasuke stares at Yua, feeling something almost like panic climbing up his throat.

"The--your mission--"

"Fuck the mission, Sasuke," she says gently, and her expression is sad but not accusing.

He doesn't understand. He'd steeled himself as soon as he'd seen her, knowing that for her to show up at such an opportune moment meant that she'd likely been watching the fight between him and Naruto and that she now has a perfect grasp of her surroundings and Sasuke's condition. And Sasuke knows that even if he were in top shape and had the full use of the curse mark, even if his chakra wasn't as weak as the flame of a candle, he would stand little chance against Yua. She'd shown him the gap in their skills often enough, after all, and she's the one that he's closest to ever since everyone died, the one who made sure he ate well and did his homework and got enough rest, who taught him chakra control and how to shunshin, who calls him things like Little Duck and ruffles his hair no matter how much he protests. Naruto may be his friend, but Yua is the closest thing to family that he has left, is the person with the strongest claim to him, the one most likely to make him return, either through force or personal ties.

Even so, he'd been willing to fight.

So for her to stand before him now and announce that she's abandoning the mission that so many of his peers have hurt themselves over, that she'll ignore the orders of her Kage with ease, and all of it without the faintest trace of judgment on her face after he's tried to kill his best friend--he's just like Itachi who stole Shisui from her--

Yua must understand whatever his features are telling her without words, because she says, "I told you at the beginning that the danger of teaching is that the teacher has no control over how the student uses what they're taught."

Students go errant all the time, his memory echoes, as if summoned by her reminder. He feels it like a punch to the gut. He'd known, before, that he was essentially betraying her by leaving Konoha for Orochimaru, but now he knows it the same way that he knows one of his ribs is fractured.

"But I also told you," she says, "that I wanted you to be strong enough that no one could tell you how to live your life. And that's what I want, for you to have the power to make your own destiny. And you think that Orochimaru has something that no one else does. That his offer of power is unique, superior. So, as the one who promised that to you initially, I apologize for failing you."

And she inclines her head--Yua bows her head--

"Stop," he says in a gasp, and there's moisture building in his eyes. If it sounds like he's begging, it's because he is, because if Yua keeps talking, keeps forgiving him, then his resolve will fail him and everything will have been pointless.

"No," she says, with sudden firmness, and she stares him straight in the eye. "You're choosing your own fate, Sasuke, and I won't resent you for it. This is the path you're walking now, and you can't turn back, you can't be swayed. That's what it means to tangle with destiny--there's no room for regret. And if you're going to Orochimaru, there can't be a single doubt in your heart."

"But why?!" The question rips out of him in his desperation to understand. "After all of this, after everything, why would you let me go?! How can I--how--you--"

"Because I love you," she says without hesitation, even though he sees the glossy film covering her eyes and starting to stick to her lashes. The ferocity of her words takes him aback as much as the content. Literally, too; Sasuke takes a half-step back. "Love is the tie that binds us to one another, but it's not a chain. And anyways, I promised you freedom."

Yua starts to walk towards him, and he stands frozen beside Naruto's unconscious form until she's right in front of him. He thinks, somewhat hysterically, that he really doesn't stand a chance against Yua in a fight if all she has to use is a few words before he's as paralyzed as a fearful rabbit. Naruto--and he forces down an absurd giggle--could stand to learn from her.

She pulls him into her chest tightly and he's helpless against her. No matter that she's only barely taller than him now, no matter the muscle and experience he's gained; she overpowers him.

The hand she has pressed to the back of his head trembles. And then, before he's had time to relax into the embrace, she releases him.

"Take care," she says, and a pair of tears streak down past the purple marks on her cheeks. Sasuke studiously ignores the damp spot he's left on her shoulder.

"I--I will," he says.

They stare at each other for a long moment, each aware that they won't be seeing one another any time soon, and that the next time they meet they may very well be on opposing sides. Sasuke feels something burning deep in his chest, something that's been aflame ever since he'd started fighting Naruto in earnest. It hurts him, warms him; he feels like he's going to choke.

"Now get outta here, kid."

Still helpless against her, he listens.

---

Yua's washing her parents' and sister's headstone like she has every fourth Friday for the past several years when Kakashi finds her. She hands him a soft brush; she's learned to bring more than one.

Kakashi, faintly smudged with dirt and smelling of tree sap and algae and sweat, takes it from her wordlessly, crouching and dousing the brush in her bucket of water. His strokes across the stone are precise and thorough, practiced, and they work in quiet symphony for several minutes.

Finally, he leans back on his heels and says, "I thought you were going to talk some sense into him."

If it's not anything to do with work, Kakashi tends to say only exactly as much as he has to, speaking in bare thesis statements without the supplementary paragraphs that show how he's reached his conclusions, and as such, Yua has become extremely good at reading between Kakashi's lines.

Sasuke is gone, and Kakashi doesn't know why she didn't do more to stop him.

She exhales slowly and with purposeful evenness, offering respectful attention to the characters of her mother's name as she washes them. "I think Sasuke is operating from a different definition of sensible."

Kakashi's snort lacks humor.

"He's no fool, Kakashi," she says lowly. "Rash and impulsive, sure, but not stupid. I'm sure he knows exactly what he's walking into. Orochimaru's made no secret of wanting Sasuke's body for his own."

"I fail to see how giving Orochimaru the precise thing he wants fits any definition of sensible," Kakashi says dryly.

"There's a three-year timeline before Orochimaru can take another body," Yua contradicts. "And I think that for Sasuke it'll be plenty of time."

"For?"

"Becoming strong enough to kill Orochimaru and eliminating the threat against him altogether." Kakashi's head turns to her slightly, but Yua only notes the motion in her peripheral vision. "For better or worse, Konoha's changed since either of us were genin. At his age, I was a chuunin in the bingo books of all the major countries and you were a jounin. Don't get me wrong, in terms of comprehensive skill level, Sasuke is above where I was, but I would've won in a fight because of experience. Experience is a hard teacher, but if you manage to survive it, there's nothing better. And with that stupid curse mark and the certain knowledge that he's targeted by Orochimaru, how much field work could Sasuke really have been guaranteed?"

Kakashi's gaze on her is wary, but he doesn't interrupt.

"If he'd stayed, Sasuke would've been trained to the bone, but he would've been coddled from the world outside the village," Yua says. "And Orochimaru's already breached Konoha's defenses, has killed the Kazekage and the Sandaime Hokage. There's no guarantee that he wouldn't do something equally drastic again for the chance of getting at Sasuke, with no attention to collateral damage. And besides, if we were truly capable of keeping him safe, he wouldn't have that curse mark in the first place. So I'd say Sasuke is taking a lot of factors into account."

Kakashi sighs, running a hand through his messy stack of hair. Yua glances over, intrigued as always at the sight. If his hair is stiff and voluminous enough to defy gravity as it does, how does his hand not get caught?

"Then I guess I'm having a hard time accepting that my student is relatively safer in the hands of the S-class nuke-nin that wants to throttle his soul and possess his body," he bites out. "Especially since I like to think that between the two of us, even Orochimaru wouldn't be too much to handle."

"I'm retired from field work," Yua reminds him, though in truth she's warm at the open expression of respect at her abilities considering how long it's been since they've worked together.

Kakashi gives her a flat look. "I seem to remember you holding your own during the Crush just fine."

"I suppose," she says blandly. "But the fact of the matter is that Sasuke doesn't think that he has anything left to learn from me. And maybe he's right; there's only so many chakra control exercises I can give him. I'm in no position to offer field work."

"There was an easy way to change that and you know it."

Yua drops her brush and pours the remaining water over the stones. Some of it splashes at her bared toes. Kakashi offers his brush back and it clatters into the bottom of the bucket.

She joins Kakashi in resting in a squat, butt nearly touching the ground and her arms crossed over her knees, chin resting upon them.

"My goal in teaching Sasuke was to make him strong enough to choose his own destiny. And what he does with what I've taught him has always been his decision."

"Yua--"

"Was I supposed to drag him back?" Yua interrupts, surly. "He's demonstrated his resolve to leave, I'd say. I couldn't love that boy more if he were my own flesh and blood, but I'm not going to chain him down based on some hypocritical idea of what I think is best for him. I can only trust that I've taught him well enough that he'll make it. The other option is despair and agony and I've had enough of that for my lifetime, thanks very much."

She presses her eyes into her forearms. "I've made, Kakashi. I kept him as safe as I could all this time, I trained him and made sure he ate properly, I taught him how to keep house for himself, asked about his grades in school and what he learned in class. But never once did I tell him about my true motive in retiring to hospital work. I wasn't as honest as I should have been, and part of me--I want Sasuke in my life forever, but part of me is glad he's gone so I don't have to worry as much about the fallout of my actions. And part of me is scared of what he'll do when he finds out what I've kept from him."

There is, for a long moment, silence.

"You've always acted according to Sasuke's best interests." Kakashi's voice leaves no room for rebuttal. "If you weren't honest with him, it's because it wasn't safe. You know that as well as I do--better, even, so don't go beating yourself up about it. No one expected you to take care of Sasuke and no one would have asked it of you, but you stepped in where no one else did. You've done a good job with him, Yua, and if you're saying that you think he's strong enough to make it on his own, I'm sure he'll come out on top. Though I don't like it.

"And as for what'll happen when he finds out the truth…" Yua dares to peek up from her arms as Kakashi pauses, and he treats her to an eye smile. "Maa, don't underestimate how much that brat loves you, too."

"Tch." But despite the lingering sense of anxiety, Yua does feel comforted. And then she snickers. "Look at us, having a conversation about feelings like emotionally competent adults. Is there snow soon?"

"You can speak for yourself," Kakashi says primly. "I am certainly not and never plan to be something so dull and mature-sounding as emotionally competent. It's likely dreadful and far too much work. Besides, I have an image to maintain."

"Yes, heaven forbid that I mar your reputation as the Angst Lord of Konoha."

"Precisely."

"My name is Hatake Kakashi, and I like the gloom. My dislikes are sunshine and good cheer. Hobbies include brooding over my tragic past and staring moodily off into the distance. I have no dreams for the future because hope is a delusion for those too afraid to engage with the despair that is reality."

"You know me so well."

Yua laughs.

---

Tsunade hasn't been back in Konoha for very long, but she's been around long enough to hear about how Konoha's once-notorious Nohara Yua, whose fame had reached even derelict pubs and casinos, had turned into the sweet-mannered, harmless-looking woman barely past girlhood that had first greeted Tsunade upon her arrival in the village hospital. Well, Tsunade has nothing against sweet manners or looking harmless, acknowledges their advantages, even, but Nohara Yua had embodied those qualities to the extent that Tsunade had started to think that the girl who had been renowned as the Windwalker and internationally feared as a ninjutsu master had been the result of overblown rumor, carefully planted misdirection, and willful blindness.

Initially, Tsunade had found her to be a competent enough doctor, and generally inoffensive. Upon learning who exactly had briefed her on her new patients' statuses and given her the rundown on current hospital procedures, the cognitive dissonance had been so great that she'd had to be assured that yes, it was that Nohara Yua. No, really.

And the nurse assuring Tsunade had, with the reluctance born of politeness and the thoroughness born of a love for gossip, told an astonished Shizune and skeptical Tsunade in an undertone why the Windwalker was working as a member of hospital staff. And then Tsunade had been well aware that she was in no place to make comments about lifestyle choices after losing a lover.

Still, that the woman apparently took on D-rank home repair missions as a hobby did not inspire Tsunade to believe that Nohara was ever anything other than a reasonably talented kunoichi whose offensive abilities had been rather exaggerated, both out of strategic convenience and a desire by other kunoichi for a female figure to look up to as the next--well, her. And even if Nohara had been as lethal as her reputation had painted her, Tsunade had been sure that that person was as dead as Uchiha Shisui, replaced by someone content to live out the rest of her life in a much quieter fashion.

But Tsunade only had been sure because right now the woman in question is standing in front of her desk next to Hatake Kakashi, explaining oh-so-succinctly about the steaming pile of shit that Hiruzen-sensei had left her to inherit, the ooze and stench of which is still far from stale for all that the rug has been thrown over it for almost half a decade. The same festering dung heap that Nohara has apparently been investigating secretly and under her own initiative, with no one but Hatake in the know, for the last four years.

"So let me get this straight," Tsunade says, in the full knowledge that she'll be getting absolutely plastered later this evening no matter what Shizune has to say about it. "The Uchiha were planning a coup against Konoha leadership."

"Yes."

"And the Sandaime was aware of this."

"Yes."

"And not only did Itachi not go insane and kill his entire clan, but he was acting under orders. From Danzo. Whom Itachi believed to have the Hokage's approval."

"Yes."

"And Itachi is now acting as an undercover agent without a handler in the international terrorist organization known as Akatsuki."

"That's correct."

"While Danzo is currently operating a secret military organization within Konoha itself, which answers only to him, and which the Sandaime falsely believed to have been dissolved as he ordered several years ago."

"Yes."

"And this organization has infiltrated Konoha's active forces on every level with no one the wiser, and has been taking and executing missions without official sanction."

Nohara's gaze slides to the alcove of Tsunade's office, where the ANBU agent on duty is hidden under seal--oh fucking shit--

"ANBU Cat is someone I trust with my life," Hatake inserts smoothly.

"What a fucking relief," Tsunade snarls. "Cat, get over here."

Cat is crouched in front of her in a flash.

"Get that decorative plate off your face, Cat," she snaps. Cat follows her instruction with admirable speed and Tsunade looks into the unassuming features of a man approximately Yua's age who is clearly struggling to master some kind of emotion that makes him look extremely nauseous. "Your name, Cat. Not ANBU designation."

"Tenzou, Hokage-sama."

"Right. Tenzou. How long have you served in ANBU?"

"Seven years, Hokage-sama."

"Long enough to have known Uchiha Itachi."

"We were briefly on the same ANBU team, Hokage-sama, along with Kakashi-senpai and Yua-senpai."

"And do the events that Nohara has just finished describing sound plausible to you?"

Tenzou's eyes lower momentarily before conscientiously returning to meet her gaze. "They sound as plausible as Itachi having a violent mental break, Hokage-sama."

"And do you know of this organization called ROOT?"

In response, Tenzou opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as far as it will go. For one horrible second Tsunade flounders, wondering if this is some faddish gesture she's too old to understand, and then she sees the seal.

"That bastard," Tsunade whispers.

Nohara snorts. "Yeah, he likes to seal up the tongues of anyone who does work for him so they can't blab. Most of my investigation into ROOT has been looking at what should be there, not what is. You find it by spotting the empty space.

"I know that he has shinobi that he's trained specifically for years, and then there are others who have engaged in missions with him thinking that they're partaking in some extra black black ops, not aware that they're doing anything that isn't perfectly legitimate, if secret beyond all reason. Kakashi got sucked in years ago, before he realized that Danzo was operating off books, and Danzo dropped him like a hot cake and left him to fester under that godforsaken seal. Recon work has been a bitch."

"If your goal was to squirrel out ROOT, why didn't you return to ANBU?" Tsunade questions narrowly. "Surely it would have been easier to gather intelligence while on Danzo's recruiting grounds."

Nohara stills, looking discomfited for the first time. "There were several reasons," she says finally. "Part of it is that I wanted to be there for Sasuke, and having a set schedule at the hospital and no missions taking me out of the village made that considerably easier. Part of it's that I want Danzo to think I'm none the wiser to his schemes, and I'd say I've done a good job of being soft and overly emotional, exactly like he hates in shinobi. And then, well, I honestly wasn't in any shape to take on ANBU work." Nohara clenches her hands at her sides, and her stare is borderline defiant. "My partner had just died under suspicious circumstances, my friend and captain had killed his clan and turned missing-nin. Not to mention, I'd just finished recovering from a mission that I'm pretty sure was supposed to off me. Bluntly, I was a fucking mess."

Hatake slides Nohara a look and Tenzou does the same, though Tenzou's look has the distinct tinge of pity whereas Hatake's is merely assessing.

"Mostly though," Nohara continues, "I no longer had faith in the Hokage. Shisui went to the Sandaime about the coup, and the next thing I knew, Shisui was dead and the Uchiha clan was gone. Things had gone extremely and terribly wrong and I knew that either the Sandaime was in on it, or he'd been too ineffective to prevent it. I could never betray the village that Shisui loved so much, that my family died to protect, but neither could I serve under Sarutobi Hiruzen."

Tsunade understands her phrasing perfectly. The village that her entire family--barring one estranged sister--had died for. The village that Shisui had loved. Not Yua.

"I can understand using Sasuke's departure from the village as the the impetus for bringing this to my attention," Tsunade says slowly. "But I have to ask the question: what do you plan to do if I don't pursue your investigation? What if I decide to leave things buried, or even to silence everyone in this room?"

Hatake freezes entirely, expressionless, and Tenzou's eyes widen.

Nohara merely blinks.

"I came to you with this information because I think that you have a sense of justice," she says. "The Sandaime was too focused on mercy, not realizing that mercy without justice is nothing but weakness. Honestly, I think the man was a coward. But you know the pain that I know, Tsunade-sama, and you left Konoha because you couldn't abide the senselessness of the loss, and I think that you're back because you want to see that loss made meaningful. And if that's the case, if what I hope and think about you is correct, then I'm ready to serve you in whatever capacity you think best without reservation.

"But if not." Nohara's voice doesn't harden or raise, her face doesn't shift. Even so, the room feels a degree colder. "Even heaven won't stop me, Tsunade-sama. I'm not interested in revenge, but if you deny justice to me, to Sasuke and Itachi and all the dead, then there will be no stopping me. I won't let anyone demean the ideal that every shinobi on the Memorial Stone died to honor and uphold. I won't let the Konoha that so many have fought and hurt for turn into an empty shell, devoid of meaning. I've done my best these last few years to work so that this wrong can be resolved as peacefully as possible. And even if I let it be a convenient face, I've genuinely tried to live gently and kindly. But in the end, I'm a shinobi. If it means that I can look the boy I raised in the eye, if it means I can take my friend's hands and let him put down his sword, and if it means that when I die I can say to my parents and my sister and my partner that nothing they suffered was in vain, then I will use every scrap of knowledge and strength I possess for violence, and I won't hesitate to cut down you or anyone who stands in my way."

Silence reigns, and Tsunade doubts that her left eyebrow has ever strained so high. Yes, the woman before her is certainly no accommodating doctor. This is a woman who is every bit the efficient killer of her mythology and then some, crafty and slippery and with a diamond will.

She scoffs. "I'll consider myself warned, then."

#this is Old old #parts of this make me wince to re-read but i overall do still love it #and yua is rin's younger sister #there's also older sister mai and she and yua don't talk #i'm assigning yua's parents as 'dead during kyuubi' as they tried to help ppl #a medical family! yua sort of bucked the trend out of necessity and mai is anbu medic #yua and kakashi's relationship is friendly but extremely fraught #yua used to follow rin around everywhere--that era's team seven definitely knew her #would make obito reveal super fun!#the universe outside us #internet user demands answers #(yikes this is actually fic length...)

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